Sniper: Ghost Shooter

- Are these our people? - Sourcing targets now, sir.

It's 70/30.

Are units on site?

Roger that.

This is a priority Level 4 target.

Working on positive identification.

- Put the team on Amber. - Yes, sir. They are standing by.

Get out!

This is Zeus, over.

Hostages are out of the boats.

Safety's off.

Watch your target indicators. We are not cleared hot, hold glass.

I say again, we are not cleared hot.

Roger, Zeus. This is Rampage, holding scope.

Hey, Air Force. How's my designated marksman from Falcon team doing?

Uh, don't you mean "Chair Force," sir?

Due respect, we've been on the reticle shooting 2,000 rounds a week

for the last four months pre this deployment.

We're here to work, just like you pendejos .

So, why don't you go fuck yourself, Cervantes?

Uh, no, thank you, Chair Force.

Falcon in position, Zeus.

Beats the shit out of over-watch.

Air Force thanks you for the ride along.

My pleasure. Suicide, sitrep.

Suicide in position, I'm on glass.

Behold a pale horse. That's a bad fucking omen.

This looks like a real shit show.

Hold for Pegasus, over.

The executioner.

Bandolier's on glass.

String Bean.

The deaths of these American citizens are a direct result of America's crimes.

Blood for blood.

Hostages are American, sir.

Go to guns, they're cleared hot.

Zeus, this is command. You are cleared hot.

This is Zeus, over. We are cleared hot. I say again, we are cleared hot.

Rampage, on your shot, we go.

Initiate contact at your discretion.

Juvenile in target group.

No fucking way.

Kid's gonna do the first one.

Rampage, mere the motherfucker.

Rampage, take the shot now!

Take the shot, man.

No joy. Repeat, Falcon's on glass, standing by.

Requesting precedence.

Rampage, take the fucking shot!

Pick up the knife.

I said pick up the knife!

Do you read, Rampage?

Take the shot.

Suicide, it's all yours.

- (GUNSHOT) - (MEN YELLING AND SCREAMING)

- (GURGLING) - (SHRIEKING)

One hostage down, sir.

- Where's Pegasus? - Two minutes out.

Send it.

- (GROANS) - (MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

Let's back 'em up.

Sourcing multiple targets. Holding on relay.

- (GUNSHOT) - (GROANS)

Take the shot.

- Range me. - One thousand meters.

- (GUNSHOT) - (GLASS SHATTERING)

Miss.

Engaging target. Arming missiles.

Target engaged.

- Drop the Hammer. - Copy that.

Missile away.

Target destroyed.

Bring 'em home.

Pediatrician from Colorado Springs.

Provided care to villages that hadn't seen a doctor in a decade.

Bird's here. Move out.

Gunny, have a word?

You hesitated.

You choked.

You wanna talk about it?

I'll get 'em next time.

We're not in the business of "next time."

We're in the business of one time.

You get one bite at that apple.

You got it?

Yeah.

Ooh.

Come on!

Man. Whoo!

Yeah, yeah! All right.

Whoo!

To Istanbul.

Out of the motherfucking shit!

I thought Iraq was a shithole.

Syria. Afghanistan.

It's all the same hell pit of crazed assholes whose idea of a good time is decapitation.

Hey, hey, hey. Can we not?

Hey, Rojas, you wanna tell your dipshit boyfriend to chill out?

Ex-boyfriend. That obsession story is over.

Hey, don't take it out on me, junior, just 'cause you froze up.

You killed the vibe, man. You got to do that?

What?

Go fuck yourself, Chair Force.

We don't get into enough shit, we got to fight amongst ourselves?

- Fighting makes me wet. - (AURELIA LAUGHS)

Don't let her get to you, brother.

Ah.

She calls me "junior" again, Rojas is gonna be short a spotter.

Aungst is harmless, man. Ignore her.

What's been eating at you anyway, brother?

She's right, though. Aungst.

I froze up, putting that goddamn kid in my crosshairs.

Yeah.

And?

And if I'm gonna keep doing this, I don't wanna do it half-assed.

Embrace the suck, man.

Be a Marine.

I'm good.

You sure? I'm around if you need me, brother.

Yeah, man, just give me a minute.

No problem.

You followed me along way.

You better have brought your game.

No pressure.

So, what brings you to Istanbul?

Really? That's your lead, huh?

I'm sorry. It's just...

it's been a long time since I've seen such a beautiful woman.

Better.

Business. You?

Same. Where's home?

Long way from here.

What about you?

I'm not really sure. Here right now. Next week, I don't know.

Military?

That obvious?

You're not Army, you're definitely not Navy or Air Force.

There's one left.

- Coast Guard? - (CHUCKLES)

Yeah, I'll be a puddle pirate if it gets me an invite back to your hotel.

- (SILENCED GUNSHOT) - (GROANS)

Excuse me.

Hey, Gunny.

Bidwell?

Food boats, south side of the bridge.

- Twenty minutes. - (CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Crazy world, huh?

What're you doing here?

You were followed out of Syria with a bounty on your head.

€150,000 to put you in a body bag.

The call landed on my desk, and I came to clear it up.

And?

It's all done for now, but there'll be more.

Syria.

A mad fucking country, eh?

It's all the same.

You gotta ask, right?

Miller briefed me.

I blew it, man. I messed up the entire op.

Miller would've busted me down a pay grade if it wasn't for my old man.

What do you hear from him?

He's in the wind as usual.

You're a valuable asset, Gunny, if you need more time.

I'm all right.

You can't repeat Syria.

He was just a boy.

Tune in to what I'm about to tell to you, Gunny.

The work we do, it isn't God's work.

We do the stuff he doesn't want to do.

There are no chapter and verse to help us sleep better at night.

Are we morally defensible? No, probably not.

Are we necessary? Abso-fucking-lutely!

This is the job.

We chew through the hard stuff.

There is no providence for what we do, is there?