Sniper: Legacy Page #3

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Word travels fast.

When were you gonna tell me?

- Sanaa, I...

- No, look... Fine, it's fine.

Just thought we were friends.

We are.

- Doesn't feel like it sometimes.

- It does to me.

It's so much easier for you guys,

especially you with your legacy.

My legacy?

Wanna know why I became a sniper?

Yeah.

Republic of the Congo.

A sniper took out my entire squad,

missed killing me by less than an inch.

I don't believe in misses.

The bullet either wants you or doesn't.

Hey, Beckett!

Bullet-Face is sending me home.

You rat-f***ed me.

I did you a favor, Reese.

Go home.

The Green Jackets will be happy

to have their shooter back.

We've got some business to finish first.

You really wanna do this?

Yeah.

F***ing Beckett!

So what was that all about?

Just a couple of guys who kill for a living

getting into a bar fight.

What are you doing here, Brandon?

Chasin' a ghost.

Thomas Beckett?

Walkin' in the shadow of a giant.

He's just a man, Brandon.

I'll tell you a story about a girl

and her father.

They lived in this small town

in the south of Lebanon.

He was the mayor.

He was working with the police to try to stop

local farmers from growing heroin poppy.

One day the girl came home from school.

She found her father's severed head

on the front steps.

The police who had been hired

to protect him, assassinated him.

I'm sorry.

My mom picked up our lives

and moved us to Chicago.

Never looked back.

And you?

I joined the Corps.

Actually where I realized I could shoot.

Which brings me here,

back in the Middle East, shooting long-guns

with you at the command of Major Bidwell.

I actually learned a lot from him.

He taught me that

no matter what country you're in.

You don't really know who the bad guys are.

So you find a shooter who you trust

and join forces with him.

Gunny?

Get dressed, I need a minute.

Major?

I'm not good at small talking

over the facts of things,

so I'm just gonna come out and say it.

A U.S. sniper went rogue

and killed several military officers.

One of those men was your father.

My father?

I'm sorry, kid.

How?

Who?

That's need to know.

I know you never knew him

and maybe it doesn't matter to you,

but he was the best shooter I ever knew.

He would've been proud of you.

Is that it?

No, I'm gonna take a small team

and tie this thing off.

I can't take you with me

because the Colonel says so.

Besides, you wouldn't know how to keep

on the trigger without making it personal.

This isn't personal for you?

Yes, it is.

But I know how to make it a job.

Our training teaches us

not to personalize killing.

I myself,

I think there's something

to be said for revenge.

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