Shooter

A bullet will kill you three ways.

The first way: extremities.

Miss a major artery and you got 10 to 20 minutes

before you bleed out.

The second way: anywhere in the tens, center chest.

The bullet will tumble, lots of bone to splinter,

the heart or the arteries get hit,

blood pressure drops to zero.

The final way is the kill shot.

Middle of the skull, any angle.

Like a marionette with the strings cut,

you're dead before your brain can process what happened.

Guns change everything,

and a bullet is forever.

Easy, easy.

I'm not here to hurt you.

Yeah, there you go.

Just a little something in case you get an infection.

Be good to go in a day.

Hey, that wolf is ours.

She might have a different opinion.

What did you do to it?

Tranquilizer, so I could get that trap off.

What you got there?

What the hell are you doing?

Let me guess, dentist?

Orthodontist. What does that have to do with anything?

.223 Remington.

55 grain?

You guys have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?

The kid at Walmart who sold you this crap should've told you.

This bullet isn't powerful enough to take down anything bigger than a squirrel.

How 'bout this one?

You think it has enough stopping power for you?

Washington State doesn't allow trap hunting of wolves.

But, even if it was legal,

it's a bullshit way to kill an animal like that.

If you're gonna hunt, at least give the animal a chance.

Well, we ain't giving out chances today, asshole.

See how you like being hunted when you can't move.

Daddy!

Mama, Daddy's home!

- He's home? - Yeah.

Yeah?

You save me any dinner, kitten-mouse?

Mom said you were supposed to be bringing dinner.

- Mom, Dad didn't get dinner. - What?

Do you think maybe he's pulling your leg?

I don't know. Maybe?

Yeah, let's hope so.

I found it.

Come on down and get it for your mom.

Go grab it.

I gotta put my tools away.

Okay, honey.

I got it all, right?

Your orange chicken, egg rolls,

and an extra sweet and sour sauce.

Yeah. I did see that.

I'm surprised though.

You know, you went hunting all day,

and all you shot me was Chinese takeout, huh?

I had something, but I missed.

Bullshit.

You don't miss, Bob Lee.

- Missed you. - Mm.

Bless us, oh, Lord, for these thy gifts,

which we're about to receive,

from thy bounty through Christ our Lord.

- Amen. - Good job, honey.

I think that was your best grace yet.

You say that every night.

He does, doesn't he?

'Cause you keep getting better.

- There you go. - Don't you get bored

all alone up there?

Bored?

How could I get bored in all that beautiful nature

and animals and plants?

And there's a million things to do out there.

But there's no Internet.

Exactly.

That's the whole point.

That's why it's Daddy's happy place.

Up the wooden hill.

It is time for bed.

No, Daddy.

Yes, Mary.

Ready?

Boom.

Here, get under.

Story first.

Oh, I'm... you know what?

Your mommy really wants me to spend some time with her.

Can we do story tomorrow?

Please, please, please, Daddy.

Okay.

- What do you wanna hear? - Kandahar!

Oh, honey, Kandahar takes too long.

Tikrit?

Fine, Basrah.

Basrah.

You've heard this one, like, six times.

Then this will make seven.

All right.

So we're going after Basan Al Amini.

We got a small squad.

Donny and I were on recon.

Night vision?

We don't need night vision. We're Marines.

Semper fi.

Semper fi.

Why don't you just use your Kung Fu to break it?

It's not called Kung Fu, Mouse.

It's not for cutting wood.

Who's that, Daddy?

Can you go get Daddy an OJ?

Please?

Go on.

You've been parked up at the turnout for about an hour.

Trying to make me nervous?

I thought snipers didn't get nervous?

I said trying.

- It's good to see you, Gunny. - You too, Captain Johnson.

Even though you were hard to track down.

Couldn't find any place more remote?

I don't mind people. I just like to see 'em coming.

You look good, Bob Lee.

How's the hip?

Don't think I'll be in Cirque Du Soleil anytime soon,

but getting by.

Is this a friendly call or Secret Service business?

Your lapel pin.

That's color of the day, right?

Damn, you really don't miss a thing, do you?

Turns out a guy who ran snipers for the Corps

actually has some value.

I'm on the President's advance team.

All right.

You got a place we could talk, privately?

Yeah, it's down here.

I see you are still a bleeding heart liberal.

You never know when shit's gonna get weird.

What can I do for you, Captain?

This is gonna be one of those conversations we never had.

Ten days ago, a CIA agent was killed

in Seneca State Forest, Virginia.

He was shot by a sniper.

We found the hide 1,400 yards away.

- Damn. - No evidence of multiple shots.

Damn, 1,400 yards.

One shot, so he couldn't afford to miss.

Lots of trees.

Three steps and the target would be behind the canopy, right?

That doesn't look like a .50 cal.

.338 based on the slug.

All right, so...

3/4-mile shot through the woods.

You got humidity, vegetation,

hell, even the rotation of the Earth could be a factor.

Boy's a shooter.

Oh, yeah, he's a shooter all right.

This was written to the President.

It states that in 21 days he'll be executed

at the Seattle Science and Robotic Center.

The letter says, and I quote,

"I am the angel of death. No one can stop me."

We believe this is from T. Solotov.

Solotov?

Are you fucking kidding me?

No.

What the hell is a Chechen sniper doing in Virginia?

I don't know and right now I don't care.

My job is to protect the President.

That's why I'm here.

I gotta check on my daughter.

There's only a handful of shooters in the world

who would take a shot from 3/4 of a mile away,

much less a headshot, and make it, and you're one of 'em.

That's why I need your help to stop him.

You got plenty of smart guys around you.

You gotta understand.

We get hundreds of threats a day against the President.

I don't have the resources to scout a shot

taken 500 yards outside of our tier-three perimeter.

Yeah, I got a handful of guys, but no one like you.

Daddy, we gotta finish the porch

before Mommy gets home.

Yeah, I'll be right there, honey.

As you can see, I'm kind of busy.

What happened to you, Gunny?

I'm asking for your help. The President is asking.

Look, man...

nobody blames you for Donny getting shot,

but you gotta put that shit behind you and move on.

I've moved on, Captain.

Your country needs you, Bob Lee.

What did he want?

Ah, nothing, baby.

Go get him. Quietly.