Shooter (2016–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Overwatch - full transcript

Previously on "Shooter"...

I never should have
saved your ass in Musa Qala.

As I recall,
you disobeyed a direct order.

FBI, everybody down!

- Dmitri!
- Homeland, we got here first.

That's six months of work
you're loading into thatan

I think we got him.
He sent flowers every year

to the mom of his dead spotter.

In the garage is Donny's
motorcycle and his field box.

I'll keep 'em away as long as I can.

You can't just go back there!



We found Swagger.

He was at Mount Baker
less than an hour ago.

Get your men and get out there.

That's a titanium hip.
There's a serial number on here

that should match Bob Lee's.

Congratulations. We got him.

How do we know he's dead?

Because I did my job well, Payne.

Do you remember the story Daddy
told you about Musa Qala?

Daddy had to be a ghost.

Good Lord, it's hot out here.

We need to move this war, Bob Lee.

Yeah, buddy.

This is Raider Six Seven,
Raider Six Seven.



Cowboy Alpha approaching
village to Delta, over.

Raider One Three Actual,
this is Raider One Three Bravo

We have eyes on the supply convoy.

Town is clear at this time.
Continuing to observe, over

Roger that, One Three Bravo.

You watch over them
and I'll watch over you.

Stay safe and keep me advised.

Actual, out.

Rahim,

you certain that this town is friendly?

Nothing is certain in
Afghanistan, Captain Johnson.

Yeah, no shit.

Still clear.

Man, something doesn't feel right.

Ah, shit.

Now I owe Perkins ten bucks.

I figured we'd be out here
at least an hour

before you start talking
about your damn feelings.

I got a peeker.

Top window, my 2:00,
behind a brown curtain.

Cell phone?

Can't tell. He dipped back in the dark.

Does not bode well.

All right, I range that window at 320.

There's a little wind down there.

Got a vehicle approaching
from the south.

Hauling ass, headed towards
One Three Bravo's FFP.

One Three Bravo, you got
a truckload of hostiles

heading in the direction of your FFP,

coming straight from the south.

Acknowledge, over.

What you wanna do, boss?

We're not moving.

Your man must move or he will die.

You've been compromised.
Abort the mission now, over.

Bob Lee, I know you hear me, goddamn it.

Abort, over.

Bob Lee...

There are 12 marines in that convoy.

Disregard the radio

and get ready for a gunfight.

I'll join you when I can.

Maybe the next mission will be boring.

Don't take too long.

Cowboy Alpha approaching
checkpoint Charlie, over.

Any day now, Bob Lee.

We got an explosion northeast
of our position.

Zero casualties or loss of life, over.

Move in.

Move.

Care package, ladies.

Courtesy of Mama Fenn.

Mama send your Joe-Joe's?

Oh, God, making fun of me
about my Joe-Joe's, man.

Y'all should have seen him out there

shaking like a little sissy.

"Oh, my God, there's
a shitload of guys coming.

What the hell are we doing, Donny?"

Luckily, I held it down, kept him safe

long enough for him to get a shot off.

Is there a stronger word
than "hero," fellas?

This coming from a guy
with a chest full of medals.

You got room for one more, Nailer?

I'm just glad I got him
before he got the convoy.

What's going on, fellas?

At ease.

Doing a little after-action
review of the mission?

No, sir. I was just telling the guys

how we lost comms with you

when our radio malfunctioned out there.

Right.

I'm actually relieved to hear that

'cause I was worried
that two of my marines

disobeyed a direct order
to abort the mission.

I'm glad that wasn't the case.

So who didn't maintain radio properly?

Was it you, Fenn?

It was my fault, sir.

I forgot to clean it
before we headed out.

Mm, I'll tell you what,

why don't you go on over to commo

and clean the team radios tonight.

I'd hate to have
another radio malfunction

during the next mission.

Somebody could get killed.

Sir.

Well, damn, that's the thanks
you get for saving the convoy?

Guess so.

Agent Memphis, hey.

Matt Simms, Homeland.

We... we, uh... we met.

Yeah, the night you took Voydian.

Yeah, yeah, sorry about that, ma'am.

Orders. You understand.

You can cut the "ma'am" shit.

I've been a special agent for six years.

Look, I need to speak to Voydian.

Yeah, I thought this might be
about Dmitri Voydian.

He's not gonna be of any use to you.

Why?

Ugh, what did you, cut him a deal?

- Grant him immunity?
- No, no, Voydian's dead.

Our intel shows him murdered

by the Russian
Foreign Intelligence Service.

Wait, SVR?

No way, this is too messy,

and to leave him
out in the open like this.

This is a message.

Well, maybe it was and maybe it wasn't.

Either way, it's over now.

Wait. Um...

did Voydian have any connection at all

to Bob Lee Swagger?

What the hell are you talking about?

Swagger was the lone gunman.

Well, he squeezed the trigger,
but I think other people

might have been pulling his strings.

Huh.

Does your boss have you
looking into that?

Just something I'm trying
to connect the dots on.

You gonna answer my question?

Well, I haven't seen any evidence

suggesting a connection between
Voydian and Swagger, but...

well, stranger things have been true.

Let's start over.

You show me how they might be connected,

and I'll give you any Homeland intel

that backs you up.

You here to chew me out for real now?

Think that'd help?

Nah, what I wanna know is

did you really think it was smart of you

to disobey me out there?

I think the bad guys are dead

and I'm sitting here with you now.

How long was that shot you took?

320.

Wind?

West, about seven knots.

You aim at the grenade?

Just the tip.

Hmm.

So in short,
that was one hell of a shot.

That it was.

You think the enemy feels the same?

I don't really give a shit
what the enemy thinks.

Well, I do.

In fact, that's almost
all I think about,

and now they know that the great
Bob the Nailer is here,

at this forward operating base.

You know how much your bounty's up to?

Last I heard, 600,000.

You keep getting spotted on your infil,

pretty soon the Navy chaplain's
gonna be talking to Julie.

We weren't spotted, Captain.

Those guys weren't on patrol, Bob Lee.

They were coming right after you.

We all saw it.

Respectfully disagree.

Either way, I wasn't gonna let
the convo get popped

to save my own ass.

Right.

Well, this is my opinion

as your commander and as your friend,

you gotta think big picture.

And before you come back
with some smartass comment,

remember this:

it's a hell of a lot easier

to replace some truck driver

than it is the top sniper
in the Marine Corps.

Slash radio cleaner.

There's a lot more to this war

than what you see
through your rifle scope.

Oh...

make sure you share that with Donny.

He saved your ass today.

Night, Colonel.

Bob Lee was a believer.

He believed in his family
and his friends.

He believed in the men
who fought bravely beside him.

He believed in honor

and loyalty and truth.

So whatever the world

wants to think or believe,

we know they're not talking
about the man we love.

Each of us has had the privilege

of sharing a part of our lives

with Bob Lee.

We know what it feels like

to have him watching over us,

protecting us

because that's who he was.

He couldn't help it,

and I take great comfort in that.

I know this is hard,

but Bob Lee is with my Donny
right now in heaven.

Yes.

Oh, my God.

It was a good idea not to bring Mary.

Yeah.

How... how long can they keep this up?

He's dead now.
They'll move on eventually.

Jim.

That came out the wrong way. I'm sorry.

No, it's okay. You're right.

I'm sure that Mary and I
can get back to our house

now that Bob Lee's gone.

You guys stay here.

I'm gonna try to appeal
to their human side.

Maybe they'll go away.

We'll take care of it.

Hey, assholes.

Have a little respect.

This could get interesting.

What's a matter?

You still think he's not dead?

There's lots of parts, no body.

It's not even 10:00 a.m.

What are you, my sponsor?

DNA checked out.

The serial number
on the hip checked out.

If he faked it, it was smart.

Either way, doesn't matter.

He's dead as far as the Russians know.

Oh. Why are we here?

Oh, you can leave it alone.

Bob Lee's wife isn't gonna talk.

I agree.

I'm not talking about the wife.

70-year-old mothers of dead
marines have nothing to lose.

Jesus, Donny's mom
isn't gonna be a problem.

Don't personalize it, Isaac.

She's not Donny's mom.

She's a broken window.

We're trying to avert a war.

Get focused.

Hugh...

you really can't expect me to do this.

I served with her son, man.

You served with Swagger too.

If you don't wanna do it...

let's get Payne.

He's handling something today.

Great.

That leaves you.

All right, listen up.

Intel has confirmed that Mullah Abdul,

commander of all Taliban forces
in Helmand Province,

is holed up in the village of Musa Qala.

Here's his latest video,

uploaded about a week ago.

He beheaded
several doctors from the U.N.,

two of which were American.

0600 tomorrow morning,

first and second squads
will surround the village.

Once it's locked down,
I'll go in with Captain Rahim

to talk to the village elders,

see if they'll hand over Abdul
without a fight.

You think there's any chance
of that happening?

Musa Qala is a friendly village
with good people.

They only shelter the Taliban
if they are forced to.

Exactly. That's why we're not

just going in kicking in doors.

Hearts and minds, men.

Right, two to the chest,
one to the head.

Got it.

Hey, lock it down.

Swagger, before you say another word,

you and Fenn will insert tonight

under the cover of darkness

at a place of your choosing.

You watch over me and Rahim
when we go in.

Any hostile action, you end it.

Anybody try to slip out of the village

when I'm talking to the elders,
you stop 'em.

Copy that. We're gonna give 'em a chance

to make this easy,
but if they don't take it,

that's on them,

and since we're going after a HVT,

we'll have intel and assistance
from the CIA on this mission.

Our liaison right here, Mr. Meachum,

anything to add?

Nope.

Just happy to be here.

Happy to be here.

Hey,

something I can help you with,
Mr. Meachum?

Is Sergeant Swagger under you command

or is he sort of a superstar free agent?

Gunnery Sergeant Swagger reports to me.

- Why?
- I hear he ignored

a direct order from you
during your last mission.

I'm probably not the first
person to tell you this,

being that you're CIA and all,

but you're misinformed.

Good, I was hoping so.

Because you're gonna need
to keep a tight leash on him

when it come to Mullah Abdul.

Don't worry about Swagger.

If he gets the Mullah in his scope,

he's gonna drop him.

There are times when information

is more lethal than ammunition,

and Mullah Abdul

is a guy that knows things
that can help us win this war.

- I understand that.
- Mm-hmm.

So go talk to
whoever you need to talk to

and have my orders changed
from kill to capture.

I don't want him captured.

Well, I'm confused.

How are you gonna talk to him
if he's dead?

Exactly.

I don't have time for
the Company's bullshit today.

Mullah Abdul has a treasure
trove of intel in his head.

Intel that can save a lot of marines.

So you want me to bag him,
throw him in a van,

but report that he's dead?

Failure to obey orders.

Release of prisoner

without proper authority.

Falsifying official statements.

Do I need to continue?

I get that you spent
the last decade of your life

having the code of conduct
pounded into your head,

but it's not gonna help us win this war,

and I know you know that,

or you wouldn't have traded
pulling triggers

to take a command position.

- Surprise, you read my file.
- Of course I have,

and it tells me that deep down,

you wanna make a difference over here.

Now, I'm a thousand choices
from being a true believer,

but I know...

I know what it takes
to save American lives.

I'm asking

if you do.

Ladies, quit your knitting.
There's been a change of plans.

Swagger and Fenn,
I need you to get on top

of this grain storage facility
outside the village.

Neeman and Walker, convoy security.

Everything else,
including our objective,

remains the same.

You two should get going.

The rest of us move out at zero-six.

Bob Lee, this is the world's
shittiest sniper hide.

Sticks out like a sore thumb,

and the wall around the compound

blocks most of our field of fire.

Tell me the last time
the Captain waltzed in

and casually made a change to a mission.

If the freaking weather forecast changes

he wants a full briefing,

and runs through
the mission plan three times.

Why not tonight?

- Got a minute?
- What's up?

I wanted to talk about
the changes to the mission.

I didn't change the mission,
Gunny, just your role in it.

I understand my orders,
I just don't understand

the reason for the change.

You don't have to understand,

you just have to do it.

You worried about not being the hero?

My only concern is
about protecting other marines,

which in this case is you.

You're not worried
about protecting your own life?

As long as it supports the mission.

All right, if the mission is
to kill the Mullah,

we can't do it from that spot.

You're a sniper, you should know that.

You do know that.

Is that why the CIA guy's here?

Take him alive?

What you're seeing right now,

we call that the big picture.

There are grave responsibilities
that come with it.

One of which is knowing
how to keep your mouth shut.

Am I clear?

You sure I can't
fix you something to eat?

Why didn't you call the cops
when Bob Lee showed up?

Bob Lee was like a brother to my Donny.

He was a wanted fugitive.

Whom I believe was innocent.

Did you look at
the facts of what happened?

Facts can be twisted,

but you can't fake
the look in someone's eyes

when they're telling the truth.

Bob Lee swore somebody set him up,

and I believe him,

now more than ever.

I've been expecting a visit...

And here you are.

Alone.

It doesn't have to be like this.

Son, you made your decision
long before you came in my door.

If it's not me,

it'll be somebody else.

I can't stop that.

You can run.

I'm too old to run.

Please

just go, go.

I got nowhere to go.

And my conscience

won't let me keep the secret.

My Donny would never forgive me...

And he'll never forgive you either.

You need a moment to pray?

Read the articles Bob Lee
Swagger left in his cabin.

The Russians had the most to gain

from the Ukrainian president's death.

All right, so you think they hired him?

Hired him, duped him.

Whatever they did,
the Russians hung him out to dry

after the assassination.

All right, so if they betrayed him,

why didn't he expose them?

To keep his wife and daughter safe.

What?

No, no, nothing, I just...

I like how you don't let go.

It's... I'm... I'm the same way,

and I-I think you've got some
really interesting ideas here,

it's just,

how do you put Dmitri Voydian
with Swagger?

That's where you fill in the blanks.

Ah.

What did Homeland want with Voydian?

And how did he get out of your custody

and end up dead in Crimea?

Well, we picked him up

so he could be extradited
back to Moscow.

Was it about Graznyole?

What... what's that?

Dated a guy once in college,
used to give me

the same damn look
every time I asked him

if he was fooling around.

Finally caught him in bed
with my roommate.

Well, that guy was an idiot.

Well, Isaac said you were good,

but I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to end this conversaon

Because you're not really
with Homeland, are you?

You CIA guys never act normal
when you're hiding a seet

Look, I shouldn't even
be telling you this,

but this whole Graznyole thing,

it's not part of the puzzle
you're working on,

so just...

Let it go.

You can't possibly think
there's a chance

I'm going to do that.

All right, fine.

I'll see how fast I can bump up
your security clearance.

When that happens,
we can discuss Graznyole

outside of this office.

Just do me a favor.

Don't discuss this conversation
with anyone.

Early this morning,
the FBI confirmed that

DNA found inside
a burned-out sniper hide

does indeed belong to former marine

turned failed assassin Bob Lee Swagger.

Yeah, we've been hearing
Swagger was mentally disturbed,

but blowing yourself up...
Mary, let's turn this of

Certainly con...

Honey, listen to me.

Don't you pay any attention

to what those people on TV
say about your dad.

A lot of it is just lies.

I know. Daddy's not really dead.

Hey, Mary,

why don't you go to our room

and I'll meet you there
in a second, okay?

Here, you can go play
that game you love.

You've gotta talk to her.

Kids just process death
differently than us.

You know, I was reading
some stuff online,

it's not uncommon
for them to be in denial.

Julie, I don't care what
you have read on the Internet.

This... this isn't right.

She thinks her dad is alive.

He is.

He's alive.

What?

Yeah, Bob... Bob Lee faked his death.

He had to to get the cops
and the feds off his back.

Julie, I-I can't imagine how...

how difficult this has been for you,

but they found his DNA on his metal hip.

Yes, it was planted there.

Oh, my God. Julie do...

do yo... do you hear yourself?

I know how it sounds. Okay?

But you've been going through hell

to help me and Mary.

You deserve to know this.

You're my sister.

And what about Jim?

No.

- Julie...
- No, no.

Look, I'm not... I'm not crazy. Okay?

I mean, I-I married a marine.

It's not like I've... I've never
thought about his death.

If he was dead, I'd be dealing with it.

Oh, my God.

You have to trust me.

You have to.

Please.

Bob Lee, we gon' die up there.

I see ten other positions
that work much better.

Man, shut your Joe-Joe hole.

This is our assigned location.

All right, you ready?

It's a shitty shot, Bob Lee.

Yeah, the worst.

Turn on the strobes and call it in.

Raider One Three Actual,

this is Raider One Three Bravo.

We are at our FFP, over.

Roger that, One Three Bravo. I see you.

Stay frosty, we'll be there
in 90 minutes.

Actual out. Hey, you going?

I'll stay here, keep an eye on things.

Your man will do his job?

Hell, yeah, he will.

Let's roll.

He'd better.

Stop, stop!

Stop.

Stop.

Please, stop.

What?

I'm wrapping it up now.

I'll be out of pocket
for the next few days.

Looks clear to me.

And who are you again, sir?

Huh?

I'm somebody that doesn't answer to you.

Radio One to Actual,

this is One Three.

Village is clear at this time, over.

Roger, One Three.

As soon as we clear it
with the elders, we'll enter.

Just make sure we don't get surprised.

Roger, Actual.

_

They are ready.

One Three Bravo, this is Actual.

We're about to enter the village.

Be advised, we have no shot

from this location.

Just do your job.

Actual, out.

Hello, Captain Johnson.

Is he ready to discuss
what we came here for?

_

What the hell are you doing?

- Gunny, you got eyes?
- Negative.

We have no shot.
Send a quick reaction force.

Uh, do not send a QRF.

He's there.

Just standby.

Wait for the Mullah to show.

_

Shit. That was Bob Lee and Donny's hide.

Jesus Christ.

You traitorous mother...

I was robbed of the bounty last time,

but not today.

You are going to be famous,

Captain Johnson. On you knees!

On your knees!

- Hell yeah!
- Yes!

- Yeah!
- Whoo!

Stand down.

Actual, you are blocking my shot.

Is that you, Bob Lee?

I told you that other position sucked.

- Now move.
- Negative.

I want this bastard alive.

I wanna know what he knows

so we can take down some more bad guys.

Acknowledge my order, over.

Roger.

Somebody zip-tie this asshole,

get him in the vehicle.

Get out of my chair.

I warned you about Swagger.

Swagger?

This isn't about Swagger.

He thinks he's a hero.

They're impossible to control.

He'll get a Silver Star
for what he did today.

And you?

You'll be allowed
to serve out this tour.

You'll never get another chance
to command troops in the field

Like you have that kind of juice.

I don't.

My boss does.

This was a test
of your leadership abilities,

and you failed.

You know, winning doesn't mean
whether your men like you

or even respect you.

Winning means

lying to them

to protect

a higher good.

Sounds like bullshit straight
out of the CIA handbook.

Look, if you want a seat

at the... the big boy table,

where the real decisions are made,

if you do,

let me know.

You got real potential.

Don't waste it.

- Mm.
- Hmm.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Mm.

_

_

_

Mm.

_

No, it's nothing.

Let's eat.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

Hey. How are you?

I, uh... I got you an Americano.

I hope you like it strong.

I take mine with two shots, so...

Yes, the stronger the better.

Mm, all right.

Read me in on Graznyole.

All right.

Now, Dmitri Voydian was
running protection

for a shady mining company

that was operating
in a small Ukrainian village.

Graznyole was what
the Russians call the place.

Because that's what it was named
when Ukraine was part of Rusa.

Exactly.

So the mining company cut corners,

the water gets poisoned,
the mine collapses,

pretty soon, hundreds
of villagers are dead.

This is what Karlina Ordenko
was writing about.

Voydian and his crew

murdered dozens of people
to try and keep it quiet.

Hence the charges against him

and the reason they wanted him back.

So no link

between this and Swagger

or the assassination.

Yeah, I'm afraid not.

But, hey,

why should that spoil our afternoon?

Wait, if the mine was in Ukraine,

then why do the Russians
want to prosecute Voydian?

He didn't commit the crime
in their country.

Well, Voydian was FSB.

That's the equivalent to the FBI.

I mean, if you wiped out
a village in a foreign country,

I'm pretty sure the U.S.
would take an interest.

Not if I was running
an illegal protection racket.

In fact, they'd be
distancing themselves from me.

How much of this is bullshit?

You've gone to an awful lot of trouble

to try and throw me off track.

I must be right about a thing or two.

Do you really think
your colleagues at the FBI

are gonna back you up?

I mean, from what I've read,
you're prone to wild theories,

you... you... you shot
and killed a hostage.

How many psych evals
did you have to take

before they let you go back to duty?

I...

Is this part of your
fallback plan, Agent Simms?

You figured it out.

Congratulations.

Let me guess.

You're gonna try and smear me
with my record,

destroy my credibility?

You really think that's gonna work?

But it won't come to that.

Hey.

I told you that coffee was strong.

We better get you home.

Hey...

she's awake.

Now, before you drift back off,

I think you'll be happy to know

that the suicide note
that I typed up for you,

very touching.

You know, it says how
you couldn't live with the guilt

of killing the hostage,

and how it finally broke you.

Blah, blah, blah.

Now, the irony is,

you don't even have the evidence
they're looking for.

Now, this alcohol...

That's gonna be injected
directly into your blood

oh, uh, along with the pills,

will kill you very pleasantly.

You'll just, uh...

You'll just fall asleep.

Now, doesn't that sound nice?

Oh.

Shoot him!

That was Jack Payne.

He told me his name was Simms,

that he was CIA.

Who am I supposed to go to
if the CIA wants to kill me?

We don't know he's CIA.

He could be a mercenary
working for anybody.

Shit.

They'll know you're alive now.
They're gonna comafter u.

Yeah, they'll take another shot
at you too.

I can't exactly disappear
and go on the run like you.

No, they'd find you,

which is why I've been
watching out for you

since I faked my death.

I need you alive...

As an asset inside the government.

An asset?

How am I supposed to do that?

Just go back to work tomorrow
and act like nothing happened.

I let the world believe you were dead

and it almost got me killed.

If you still want my help,

don't let me get blindsided again.

So we partners?

You're the most famous
dead assassin in history,

and I'm a semi-disgraced FBI agent.

Not exactly Butch and Sundance.

No, definitely not Butch and Sundance.

They both died in the end.

It's kind of nice
out here in the morning.

Before all the shit starts.

Yeah, it kinda is.

I'm not sorry to see you standing here.

I'm sorry for how it went down.

What are you talking about?

It was a successful op.

I allowed Mullah Abdul to ambush me

so we could draw him out and kill him.

Mission accomplished.

What about Captain Rahim?

Tragically killed protecting us.

He'll receive a commendation
posthumously.

He's a hero.

It's all in my after-action report.

It's not really like you
to protect yourself

at the expense of the truth.

I'm protecting the mission, Bob Lee.

The truth won't mean a damn thing

if we lose out here.

I guess you're right.

I couldn't do your job.

Stick to being a sniper.

Well...

It's probably safer that way.

We good, marine?

Yeah, we're good.

Good.