Previously, on "Shooter"...
I've known you a long time now,
and the woman I see is not the woman I once knew.
You're jumpy and you snap at Mary.
What are you doing?
You're saying I have PTSD.
Nice gripping, sweetheart.
You mind if I see how she handles?
Yeah, actually.
Don't have to be a bitch about it.
Move along, sweetheart.
Ouch!
You were right about one thing:
a bunch of terrorists looking to kill some Marines.
Atlas exists, and they're coming.
- Martials are pulling up. Let's move. - Time to go.
Aren't we gonna wait for the Martials?
- No. - We're on our own now.
Zehnder said the cartels
were in bed with a shadowy organization
called Atlas. Said they even shared a banker...
Some fancy Wharton guy down in Mexico.
That's the group Alexi said Solotov works for.
Did you talk to Solotov?
- I did. - Zero out his accounts.
- Open it. - It's time to go.
What are these? Accounts, passwords?
- Ali, come in. - He's in the truck with me.
- What the hell? - He was dead anyway.
If we fight, we die. Give me your phone
and your wallet.
We don't get many gringos with no wallets this far south.
Most of you get rolled in Tijuana.
I told you, we were mugged.
Asshole got everything.
Looks like we're being mugged again.
We can definitely work this out.
Oh, we're gonna work this out, my friend...
One way or another.
Where are you taking us?
We have family that's gonna miss us.
Everyone has family that's gonna miss them.
Yeah, but mine's got money.
- Good. - You're gonna need it,
Mr. Hutchins.
How much is this traffic stop gonna cost us?
- Something like this... - No ID,
no way to prove who you are... $5,000.
Each.
Welcome to Porta Sol.
Where's my truck?
Impound. It'll be charged against
- your bill. - Meaning?
Meaning you're never gonna see it again.
That's a problem for me. That's my dad's truck.
Well, your dad should've raised a smarter son.
Abre la puerta.
Are we gonna have a problem here?
No, sir.
Come. Let me show you
around your new home.
- Any ideas? - Not yet.
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- You looking for something? - Oh, um...
I couldn't sleep and I had to do something, so...
That's one heck of an apology.
Do you have the Zehnder discharge papers?
Uh...
You just gotta dig a little deeper.
I've been through these things back and forth for months.
- How'd you get these? - Freedom of Information Act.
You normally see reports like this?
Yeah, all the time.
Discharge papers with the psych report attached?
- Did you ask for this? - Um...
I required his personnel file and that's all.
So, I guess it came with it.
Uh-uh.
No, Marine Corps wouldn't send a psych report.
They're trying to discredit him.
You know, my guess, "Isaac Johnson" is on this line.
He sold out Bob Lee.
He'd do the same thing to Zehnder.
Can you prove it?
I don't think the Marines are gonna confirm it.
Actually, one might.
Uh, yes, this is Anthony Dowling,
and my business manager said that there has been a problem
with my account.
Oh, he did?
Could I have the new account number, please?
The thing is, he's on vacation in Fiji.
Then... we'll just have to wait till he returns...
Shame.
If this is holding,
I don't wanna know what prison looks like.
Worse, if it's anything like the jail I was in.
You say that like
you did a 20-year stretch at Alcatraz.
You were locked up for, what, two days before you escaped?
Escaped by killing two men with my bare hands.
Don't act like it's haunting you.
- We chose our path. - Nah.
Some of us had our paths chosen.
We can get to marriage counseling
after we get out of here. For now, we need a plan.
- The plan is don't die. - And how long before
Chief Moustache puts us at Carlos', huh?
If these assholes don't try to kill us in here,
Solotov will put it together when we don't show up in Texas.
I'm all ears, Captain.
Hey.
You fellas need anything?
Tell your story walking.
Don't need to be like that.
Just trying to help.
You're trying to see if I'm a bitch,
and you're about to find out.
- All right, dial it down. - Yeah.
Why don't you listen to your daddy?
It only gets worse.
tu madre, pu...
You're not her type.
- That was dumb. - Hey, I ain't from the 'burbs.
Yeah, but you gotta get tactical.
Be smart.
Pretending to be scared is an advantage.
You gave it up to the first asshole
that insulted you,
and that asshole has friends.
You checked Mary's room three times.
- Yeah, I know. - Sometimes she likes
to play games on it, though.
Unless it's a game of hiding it,
I don't think it's in there.
I'm gonna be late for picking her up, though.
- You've got over an hour. - No, I know...
I wanted to stop by the hardware store
and pick up the paint samples we picked out.
Have you checked your bag?
Uh, no, but I can... uh...
check it.
- It's just for protection. - What else would it be for?
With everything going on with Bob Lee,
you just... you know, can't be too safe.
Of course.
All right, you're good to go.
Sorry, Julie, but I can't let you shoot here anymore.
- Gary, come on. - You discharged your weapon
without regard to another shooter.
You saw what he did, right?
That doesn't matter.
Bo Winnick can be a litigious
son of a bitch.
I'm truly sorry.
- Gary. - I'm sorry, Julie.
Hey, you.
You coming or going?
Going, unfortunately.
Everything okay?
Yeah, yeah... I'm just worked up.
Bob Lee's out of town, so...
ah, boring stuff. How are you?
- I'm good. - Yeah?
Yeah, you know how it is.
Bob Lee's out of town, huh?
Yeah, he's hunting with the boys.
Yeah, boys start having fun, we tend to forget everything.
Mm, don't I know.
You know, sometimes the whole
stay-at-home-mom thing is just a little bit of a drag,
- that's all. - Yeah, you know, my wife says
- the same thing. - Yeah?
Yeah, she just can't imagine how wondrous
and glorious the life of a traveling salesman is.
- Right? - Yeah.
I've had enough bad continental breakfasts
- to know better. - Oh, I can only imagine.
Hey, you know what? Mary has her First Communion
this weekend at the church, and they make
a whole deal of it. They have breakfast there,
so you're more than welcome to come.
And Bob Lee wouldn't miss it for the world,
so, it'll give you a chance to meet him.
Well, I wouldn't miss it either, then.
Great, I look forward to it. I'll see you then, okay?
Have a good one.
You notice the lack of cameras?
It's like they don't want a record of anything.
Yeah, and check out the guards.
Two of them still have their safeties on.
And one doesn't have his mag all the way in.
Too bad they're outside the gate.
Quick squeeze, we'd have a clear path.
Those guys didn't do anything to you.
Wrong place, wrong time.
That's no reason to kill.
I don't need a reason anymore,
and I'm not asking permission.
Come on, man.
We used to have a rules, code.
So, you're gonna tell me everyone you saw
in your crosshairs deserved a bullet?
If I ended up sending it, yes.
Well, that's the difference between me and you.
When they killed my wife, they killed my code.
I don't give a shit.
Well, I do give a shit.
Like it or not, we're bound together.
Just like boot camp.
At least the food on Parris Island was edible.
Seems to be working for these guys.
Never thought I'd say this,
but I'd kill for an MRE right now.
I see at least two egress points.
It's gonna be hard to do without getting a little bloody.
As long as it's non-lethal.
You said you had to kill those guys
to escape last year.
After they tried to kill me.
There's a difference.
- Not to me. - No shit.
But this time, it's gonna go my way
or not go at all.
Hey, listen...
- about last year. - When you set me up?
It wasn't my plan to send those guys
- to kill you in prison. - Well!
You want some of my food?
You were gonna have Payne kill me
at the assassination.
You ever dial in a long shot...
and at the last moment, something distracts you?
Maybe the smallest adjustment... A breath...
Can send your ordinance a hundred feet away
from the target.
Sounds like a whole lot of bullshit.
I made a series of mistakes, man.
Was Donny's mom one of those mistakes?
Yeah, she was.
That's all you got?
I think about it every day.
I'm never gonna be on the right side of it.
That's 'cause there is no right side.
She was 70 years old, living alone,
minding her own business.
Do you have any idea what Jack Payne would've done to her?
He would've tortured that woman and laughed while he did it.
He would've cut her to pieces.
I had to do it.
Yeah, it was wrong.
I'm gonna spend the rest of my life regretting it.
I'm not looking for redemption, Bob Lee.
I am what I am.
Well, at least now you're telling the truth.
I was surprised to find you local.
Well, after all the bullshit in Frankfurt,
they transferred me back to the fleet.
Waiting on deployment. Who's your friend?
- This is Jeffrey Denning. - He's a reporter.
Hi. Nice to meet you.
Well, brass says I can't give any statements
- about what happened in Germany. - Oh, um...
Well, that's not why I'm here. I need your help.
I need proof that these were faked.
The only way to do that is to
get into the Marine Records facility here.
Why do you need me?
Because I don't want to file a warrant.
No offense...
I barely know you,
and I really don't know him.
Okay, shit got weird after Germany.
- It's best if I stay low. - Look, I get that.
But these documents connect to Frankfurt.
And to the CIA heroin.
- I gotta go. - Hey.
Hey! You know what,
you might be safe here;
Bob Lee isn't.
He's got a wife, a child.
You know you're being hunted. Don't give me some bullshit
about waiting to be deployed.
You're scared, and you should be.
What's this have to do with that?
I'll explain on the way.
A fire will draw a crowd.
Yeah. Well, just hang back.
We're not gonna fake our way out of here.
We need those guns.
Read about a prison like this in Argentina,
the guards stand on the outside.
I never believed it.
And once the fire burns,
one of 'em is gonna have to enter.
What about the chief?
They shoot, we shoot back.
We don't need any more press.
Ready?
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The hell is this?
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No comprende.
I told you, I don't have any money on me.
If you let me make a call, I can probably get...
This is no longer about paying fines.
I need the contents
of Carlos Cruz's safe.
Who's Carlos Cruz?
He worked for some very powerful people
who are willing to kill for what you stole,
and I'm the only person standing in between you and them.
Well, I don't know any Carlos.
And... I don't know who that is, but it's not my friend.
Give me the contents of the safe
and you can go free, right now.
Your amigo has to stay, but you go.
You're thinking about escape?
Maybe using one of those cheap knives
that you grabbed off of one of those prisoners?
I'm not the one
that you have to worry about, young man.
Everyone in that holding facility
works for the cartel, one way or the other.
I wish I could be of more help.
Pendejo.
Take him back to the yard.
- Hey, Estella. - Do you know where
the juice boxes are we got? Mary wants to have a picnic.
In the refrigerator, on the door.
- Oh, of course. - Mary keeps asking
about Bob Lee.
Yeah, I'll talk to her.
Do you know where he is?
Somewhere in Mexico.
Somewhere in Mexico?
I'm used to it. He'll be home soon.
- Change of plans. - What happened?
They got your face from a security camera.
Moustache showed me a printout. It's in the system.
Meaning Solotov will find it. All right.
Let him come.
How many times do I have to tell you
- that we're in this together? - Not too many more.
- You wanna un-tether the rope? - Stand down or get put down.
¿Dondé van, amigos?
Should've taken my help.
Okay.
You can access the files,
you just can't remove them.
I'm just looking for confirmation.
You really think it was Johnson?
I don't know who it is, but he's a likely candidate.
And then what?
Well, if we get someone on record
breaking the law, we start there.
Pull enough cards, and eventually,
the house will collapse.
She seemed off.
Well, she could go to Leavenworth for this.
The window for my compassion has closed.
By tomorrow, the cartels will have heard of you,
and an hour after that, you will be released
from this facility and never seen again.
Or one of you...
will give me what I requested.
And that person will go free.
As you wish.
Métanlos.
Welcome to your new prisons.
It's also your toilet.
Stay here.
No, give her another five minutes.
It may not be that easy to find.
Excuse me. Where's your commanding officer?
At mess, ma'am. How can I be of service?
You store records for deployment here.
- I need to see a file. - No can do, ma'am.
Cut the "ma'am" shit and call Miriam Wagner,
Office of Personnel Management. I'll be out in one minute.
Agent Memphis, I have Director Wagner on the phone.
She says she's no longer your boss
and you're of violation of this facility's protocol.
Is there another way out of here?
Exit in the back, but you won't be using it.
It's not for me.
- How you holding up? - Not great.
Really regretting that lunch.
Hey, since we're probably gonna die here,
why don't you give me a real answer?
On what?
Why you sold me out last year.
Maybe I'm just an asshole.
- Come on, Isaac. - We served
with a lot of assholes.
You weren't one of them.
You were the best long gunman in the Corps,
Bob Lee, so I'm gonna go ahead
and assume that you didn't spend much time thinking
about your station in life, like I did.
So it was about your ego?
I saw an opportunity, and I took it.
And not for nothing. I was good at it.
Gregson...
she made it seem like I'd be a force of change.
That doesn't explain why I had to be sacrificed
in the process.
It wasn't my idea to use you, man.
When that come up, I resisted...
Until I thought of it like a mission.
You know, there were a lot of times I sent you out
into the field, expecting you to get killed.
- That was for the greater good. - And who gets to decide
what that is, huh?
It's not guys like you and me.
It's always some douche-bag
that's ten levels up with nothing to risk.
I just... I just wanted to
be the guy to decide for once.
Well, at least tell me you felt like shit
when you came to my house and saw my daughter.
It was a mission. I took my emotions out of it.
I don't believe that shit.
We were friends, remember? Like, good friends.
What, you want me to ask for your forgiveness?
I don't.
Guess it's like you said:
you're just an asshole.
Vámonos!
Despiertate!
Where's he?
Where's my friend?
- That no longer matters to you. - ¿El carro está listo?
He took the deal, and now you turn
into a delivery service for the cartel?
Your friend admitted
that he took the contents of the safe,
and he agreed to turn 'em over to me.
- Wait a second, man. - I gotta...
Your friend will not give me what I want
until he sees your free.
So play along, gringo.
Hey.
I'll see you soon, my man.
Ouch!
You need to watch where you're going.
Are you kidding me? I was just standing here.
What are you gonna do about it, shoot my ear out?
- The hell's wrong with you? - You need to apologize,
- asshole. - Is that what you said to Bo?
Try that shit with me, see what happens.
Is that bitch giving you a problem, Spence?
- I don't know. - Are you giving me problems?
Oh, if I decide to give you problems,
you're gonna know.
Hey, asshole.
Asshole.
Did you say something?
I really can't hear so good anymore.
You wanna have it out right now?
- Fine. - Don't try any shit.
I'm packing.
You need to call your boys off before someone gets hurt.
Oh, somebody already did get hurt.
- What do you want? - You want an apology?
- I'm sorry. - Yeah, that ain't gonna cut it.
You see, I can't sleep at night,
my ears are ringing, lawyer says I have anxiety.
And your lawyer's diagnosing you?
- That's legit. - Can't work none either.
Mm-hmm.
What do you want... you want me to pay your medical bills?
- Okay. - Medical bills.
Shit, that's just the beginning, honey.
You see...
I know who your husband is. He's famous.
Lawyer says I'm looking at a hundred, maybe more.
- A hundred what? - Thousand?
- That's right. - Hm.
Well, it's gonna be a cold day in hell
before you see anything close to that.
You know who my husband is, huh?
Well, then you know he can smoke your low-rent ass
from 800 yards away with a beer in one hand.
Stay the fu... away from me.
We'll see about that, sweetheart!
Just stretching my legs.
Those boxes are no bullshit.
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All right, guys.
This is a live-or-die moment.
You see anybody else out here?
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And my friend?
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Did he tell Aceveda where it is?
All right, well, you're gonna tell me where the impound is.
And you get the water 'cause you're smart.
You can drink your spit.
Has anyone been in here?
She's only been UA for four hours.
She's smart.
It's her only book.
Pretty dry reading.
What is that?
- Her boyfriend? - Why hide it?
- Are those hospital scrubs? - Maybe he's a doctor?
Those aren't scrubs.
Get him out.
Time to talk.
I can bring your friend back, if you prefer.
His truck.
We already searched his truck.
Be more specific.
That's the best I can do.
He had it when you stopped us.
He didn't have it when we got out.
Mételo.
- That's not mine. - This isn't the Four Seasons.
- Tú no eres policía. - Ayuda, ayuda.
¿Qué pasó?
Shit.
You have a man in custody
that I would very much like a few minutes with.
- Regarding? - A stolen shipment of firearms.
I understand your men may have picked him up.
Would've been traveling with a friend...
White, about six feet.
Let me be clear.
I'm here as your guest.
These men owe you money? I don't really care.
I only want to know who sold them the guns.
The ATF cares about individual sales?
This wasn't one sale.
It was a part of a big shipment that originated with the ATF.
So you can see how delicate this is.
And how I have zero interest in any of this
ending up in any sort of official record.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
That's a shame.
- Yo, hey! - ¿Que demonios?
- ¿Habla inglés? - Sí, yes.
Those your dogs?
- Sí. - Call them over
and get them in the car.
Call 'em!
Hey!
Vámonos, vámanos, vámanos.
Oiga, aquí.
Vámonos.
All right, now get in the front
and the close the door.
You open that door, this ends bad for everybody.
Yes.
I'm taking that bike. Y'all can have the truck.
The cartel already knows he's here.
- Has he spoken to anyone? - Just his friend,
- but I took care of that. - Meaning what?
Well, they had something that the cartel wants.
I made a deal for them to give it to me.
Damn.
- Deal? - A very bad one, for them.
My men have very specific instructions.
Mierda!
Call your men.
Straight to voicemail.
Where are the cartel documents?
He left a note.
Don't run.
I'm not here to arrest you.
Not for being UA, anyway.
How'd you find me?
The picture.
Yeah, sentiment can be a bitch.
Your brother gets out of Mansfield in four months.
Reduced sentence, right around the time
you heard the name Hugh Meachum.
Somebody paid off this mortgage.
- It's his house. - It was going to foreclose.
He needed a place to stay when he got out.
- He made a mistake. - Yeah, so did you.
Who asked you to sign your name to Zehnder's psych evals?
- I know it wasn't Johnson. - Memphis, you have no idea
- the shit you just stepped in. - Yeah, I get that a lot.
Start talking...
or your brother's old charges are gonna magically reappear.
- Not here. - Why?
Because if you found me, they can.
- Hey, babe. - Hey, where you been?
- Jeez, you look like hell. - Yeah.
- I got into a jam in Mexico. - Okay, where's Isaac?
Bob Lee, is he dead?
- I don't know. - But Solotov got Ali.
No. what?
Baby this thing's gonna get worse before it gets better.
You and Mary and Estella, you gotta get...
Damn it.
What? Who the hell is here?
All right, sweetie, this is very important.
No matter what happens, from this point forward,
as far as you know, I was away hunting
- for a few days, okay? - Okay, yeah.
But what's going on?
Why the hell is the sheriff here?
Hunting.
Morning, Sheriff.
Little early for a social call, huh?
Yeah, I wish it was.
All right, well, what kind of trouble
do you think I got myself into?
Yeah, there's trouble, all right,
but it ain't about you.
- Julie in there? - Yeah, I'm right here.
Julie, you know a man named Bo Winnick?
Uh, yeah, I do.
You threaten to have Bob Lee kill him?
Bo's filing charges against you.
Might wanna call a lawyer.