Previously on "Shooter"...
This man is under my protection.
I am Alexander Prosovich. You may call me Alex.
Let's raise our glasses to Kurt Zehnder
and all the men fallen of the 8113.
I say we bug out before this goes sideways.
I'm not defending Pablo Escobar's summer home.
You'll defend what I tell you to defend; is that clear?
We burned $100 million worth of CIA dope.
You don't think there's gonna be some blowback?
This is Dr. Wydra, just in from East Timor.
Glad to be here.
Ambush!
You killed her.
- Give me the badge. - I ain't done with you, Doc.
We gonna get to the bottom of it.
Meachum was skimming off the top
to run rogue black ops.
No telling how many hands were in that pot.
I finally met with Denning, that reporter I told you about.
Source was Kurt Zehnder.
Apparently everything you brought him checked out.
All that was left was the transfer of a file
he swore would corroborate everything.
Did some digging, and he's got
a storage facility under a false name.
We're gonna go check it out.
Met a guy in prison last year.
Alexi Prosovich, he's Russian mafia.
Dialed in. Maybe he knows something.
If your face was exposed after everything we've done,
the CIA's gonna go into damage control.
Which is why I'm trying to clean it up.
Never should have burned that heroin.
Change of plans.
I'll be staying a little longer.
Captain Johnson won't discuss it.
Discuss what?
Donny's report.
Yeah, we're just gonna pretend like
none of it even happened.
Welcome to Denny's; we serve eggs.
Can I give you a piece of advice?
Do I have a choice?
Keep the original report you wrote, man.
'Cause you know what? You never know.
Jesus, Zehnder, take a play off, man.
There's no there there.
Zehnder, buddy, the best thing we can do
is put that mission behind us.
- On to the next one. - Disagree.
That heroin was stamped.
That means someone owned it.
Do you have any idea how hard it is
- to transport that much horse? - Horse?
What are you Scarface now?
Whatever, man.
Okay, this whole situation stinks.
All right, do we even know who ordered us to hit the mullah?
Do we even know who Johnson told about the wife's transport?
Yeah, somebody's shutting people up.
Hey, Z, I don't disagree with you,
but ours is not to reason why.
Ours is just to do or die.
What are you doing?
Taking out the trash.
_
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, boys. - Stand down.
I got I-comm chatter about a sniper.
So what?
They're probably just talking about Bob Lee.
- Negative. - He's here for Bob Lee.
It's tied to a new bounty.
Up to 800K USD.
Captain, some dust mop up there with his Dragunov
shouldn't be keeping us on the bench.
I sound like I'm giving you a choice, Fenn?
Stand down until further notice. All right?
Phantom sniper, really?
- It's gotta be something. - He's not easily spooked.
It's gotta suck to be the best, huh?
That's why my strategy's not to be as good as you.
Not much worry there.
Oh.
Hey, Captain.
What you got for me, Sergeant?
I think I got the name of the sniper.
Solotov.
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You and Mary could take a little road trip.
- No, Bob Lee... - Just a couple weeks.
No. Okay?
I'm not gonna make Mary be on the run again.
We can't do that to her.
Well, tell her it's a little vacation.
She'll love it. To Chicago.
Why Chicago?
It's far away. It's a big city.
- It's crowded. - Strategic.
Baby, I can't do what I need to do
if I'm worried about you guys.
You're the one who always says
we're most exposed on the move, right?
I mean, last time they found us in the middle of nowhere,
- in a cabin, they found us... - This is not last time.
You're damn right it's not.
Mary and I are gonna stay here. This is our home.
Look, if worst comes to worst, we have...
we have a panic room and we have a gun safe.
We have you.
Fine.
I'll be back from Seattle tonight.
I'll talk to Sheriff Brown about maybe adding a patrol.
Work out a signal in case something goes wrong.
Um, I didn't get to say before...
I'm really sorry about Lin.
Thanks.
You really think Zehnder stashed something in that unit?
He swore to Denning he had some kind of evidence.
And the unit was rented under an alias.
Worth checking out at least.
Zehnder.
He was a good one.
A smartass, but he was a solid marine.
I'll tread lightly.
You really don't think your warrant
set off any alarm bells?
Oh, that's right.
You're Gregson's girl now.
Bet it feels good to be above the law.
Said the guy with no past.
All right, let's do this.
You sure he's gonna be well enough to talk to you?
He has to be. It's our only lead.
All right, I'll call you if I find anything interesting.
All right.
Good luck with the Russian mafia.
Maybe he'll offer you a job.
It's just a whole lot of nothing.
He probably knows we're watching.
Who the hell is this guy?
I ran his name.
Got a mean reputation.
He's Chechen, fought with the separatists.
He got so good at killing, the Russians called him
"The Ghost."
His kill count is over 400.
Intel ran dry around 2009.
The Russians wanted him so bad
that they gassed a whole village,
killed hundreds, mostly civilians.
And they never found his body.
Well, if it's up to me, they're gonna find it here.
That ain't happening. You're his target.
Can't have you going outside the wire
until we neutralize this guy.
Today's headlines, authorities are still investigating
an explosion in a trailer park on Route 3.
Authorities are still...
investi... gate... gate...
investigatin' explosion
at a trailer park off of...
Route 3.
Temperatures are breaking records...
Temperatures are...
gonna be in the triple digits.
Temperatures gon' be in the triple digits,
breakin' records tomorrow.
What's your name?
I'm Travis.
My name is Travis. It's nice to meet you.
Nice to... nice... nice, nice to meet you.
No, I'm from West Virginia.
Zehnder?
Hey.
Hey, don't touch those.
Who are you?
Show me some ID and get me the hell out of these cuffs.
You assaulted a federal agent.
You broke into private property.
That's okay. It's cool.
Keep leaving your prints all over my shit;
it'll make it way easier for me to ID you.
Special Agent Nadine Memphis.
I'm a friend of Bob Lee Swagger's.
And you're Kurt Zehnder, former member of the 8113.
Not former.
8113 is for life.
Is that why you've been pretending to be dead?
It's the only way to get stuff done.
And if you're really a friend of Swagger's,
he'll know exactly what I'm talking about.
How long you been in here?
That bottle you broke over me?
Wasn't water, let's just say that.
Safe to say we could both use a shower.
Which I can get you, by the way.
A hot shower, proper meal, protection.
In exchange for what?
Whatever you were supposed to send to Jeffrey Denning.
No.
No, you gotta prove to me we're on the same team.
- Bob Lee. - It's me.
- Remember I said I'd call you... - Yeah.
If I found anything interesting?
If this is really you,
tell me who the greatest band in the world is.
Holy shit.
It is you.
8113 for life.
- Oo-rah. - Oo-rah.
This is crazy.
What, good news?
You guys are never gonna believe this.
- Zehnder is alive. - What?
Apparently he faked his suicide.
That paranoid son of a bitch.
Yeah, man, he's with Memphis right now.
They're gonna meet us back at the ranch tonight.
Okay, so what's the play?
We go inside and see what the old man knows.
They've moved in here 'cause he's dying,
so he's got no reason to lie.
He's got no reason to tell us anything either.
You got a better idea?
Wait here. I'll talk to the guard.
You know what I do in real life now, Johnson?
I throw bags at LAX.
Sometimes we gotta search 'em.
And you'd be amazed at the dark shit
people hide in their luggage.
Is that right?
Swagger's my boy.
I know what you did to him last year.
8113's supposed to be brothers,
and you went and screwed him.
You pull any shit like that again this time,
you and me are gonna be going round and round.
Thanks for the donut, brother.
So?
You can explain any time you want.
Oh, I see why Swagger's friends with you.
He wasn't much for small talk either.
They killed the courier I sent Denning.
That's why I went dark.
Not exactly sure how they got onto me,
but it's the only explanation.
Who's they?
If Denning's talking to you,
who else is he talking to?
He's not. He's laying low.
Tell him to stay that way.
Who is "they," Zehnder?
No. No, we gotta move.
We gotta move; if you were able to find me,
it's only a matter of time before they can.
Let them in.
Is that music?
Alexi.
Bob Lee Swagger,
as I live and breathe.
Last time I saw you,
there were two dead guys in my cell.
One with a missing thumb.
That's right. Um.
They said that you only have a couple of months to live.
Come now.
It's just a little poison that they should have
put in my vodka, not in my tea.
I would have taken a bigger sip.
They'll never kill me.
I see you brought friends.
Yeah, we have a problem.
You seen it before?
Of course, um,
but we can't speak about it here.
Where can we speak about it?
There's someone you should meet.
He'll have all the answers to your needs.
Let me grab a coat.
Oh, I didn't mean to be rude.
Would you like to partake?
- I'm good. - Maybe we can come back later?
Later or... Nah.
Oh, very well.
I'll meet you out front.
_
Oh!
Old man.
It's a little after your bedtime, no?
I don't know your friends.
_
Oh, allow me to introduce
the great Bob Lee Swagger,
hero of Russia.
Ah, yes.
The shooter who missed.
Drink?
Uh, no, we just need to...
Uh, Peter,
how is your father?
It's been so long since I have seen him here,
in his rightful place.
If you came to kiss the ring,
I'm wearing it now.
Why, it's so important for a father
to have something to pass on to his son.
Club doing well?
- Very. - Mm.
And the internet business?
The hell you know about that?
Used to be we had lines,
places we wouldn't go to, even for money.
It's time for you and your friends to leave.
- Children, Peter. - Little girls.
_
Do you know who I am?
I said, do you know who I am?
There was a robbery.
While you two were in the bathroom.
You saw no one. Understood?
Well, now, get the hell out of here.
Both of you.
Come on.
Come, Bob Lee.
Grab the vodka.
The hell was that?
I have no idea.
You mind telling me what the hell that was?
Peter Petravich is the son
of Ivan Petravich, a capo.
- Untouchable. - Apparently not.
Yeah, he was a piece of shit.
Peter found a new line of income,
one even his father didn't know about.
Child pornography.
Such people must be disposed of.
I don't disagree, but why involve us in this shit?
Oh...
Huh.
I couldn't bring my own men.
As your friend said, uh,
he was untouchable.
And I needed backup.
He used us.
Whoo-hoo.
And something in it for you too.
This ride's way too nice to be government issued.
Who's paying your freight?
Okay, at what point
are you going to tell me where we're going?
You're not hearing me.
Okay, I've been saying they're all in bed together.
the FBI, CIA, all the cartels,
NATO, the Senate.
People think that the deep state is running things.
Please. It's Atlas all the way.
They're so black ops, they're... they're no ops.
- They're invisible ops. - Atlas?
Don't even say their name.
Look, specifics build a case, Zehnder,
not conspiracies.
I mean, what exactly does your evidence prove?
Look for the overlap.
Okay, watch who's washing all their digits.
Spokes lead to a cog, right?
Like... like, there's a banker in Mexico.
Straight-up dude. Went to Wharton.
He's running all the books for the cartels
and for Atlas.
That does not happen by accident.
Okay, you got a name for this banker?
I know he exists, okay?
Turn here.
- Here? - Yes.
- We've already passed this. - Turn.
- Okay, that's it. - I'm calling Bob Lee.
Maybe he can get a straight answer out of you because
I've tried to... what the...
I cuffed you.
I'm a marine, okay?
The courier only had a copy.
Now I will take you to the original.
That's a rifle, I'm sure of it.
It hasn't moved in two days.
I don't need to be sure.
Light it up. Match coordinates.
Thank you. Here we go.
All right, now what?
Now we wait.
Russians have been running heroin
out of Afghanistan long before the CIA did.
Thanks for the history lesson, but why is Solotov
trying to kill us because of this?
You've heard of him.
He was a Chechen sniper,
very deadly.
The Prizrak.
He was a legend.
Almost as famous as you.
Where do we find him?
No idea.
And I don't want to know.
After the war, he disappeared.
Went to work for some dark organization.
Assassinations.
Killers that leave no clues
or make their murders seem like accidents.
Some call them Atlas.
But they believe in no contracts.
No name, no address,
no phone number, no country,
and no face.
No face?
What does that mean?
It means no one knows
what the members look like.
Secrecy is their first priority.
Donny.
He took Solotov's ID and wrote that damn report.
I told him to burn it.
Zehnder kept it.
I saw him take it.
Goddamn Zehnder.
He could never let anything go.
You guys, this isn't about the heroin.
It's about Solotov's identity.
He's killing anybody who's seen his face.
Man, it'd always bother me
why this great sniper
would be so sloppy to let his name be heard on the radio.
He was trying to make it look like
a sniper versus sniper thing
to cover up the fact that it was Donny
who was the target that day, not me.
So why are we the targets now?
That reporter, Denning,
the one that Nadine's working with,
he had the story.
He had Zehnder.
And Zehnder had the damn report.
You've reached Nadine Memphis. Leave a message.
Nadine's not picking up.
Hey, how do we find this organization?
Secrecy is very expensive,
and they have a lot of secrets.
You want to find them? Find their money.
- Hey, Gary. - Hey.
- You got my lane open? - Sure do.
Wonderful.
How's Bob Lee doing these days?
He, uh, decided to hang up his iron?
- No, you kidding me? - Him? Never.
He's just been busy at the ranch.
But I'll tell him you said hi, okay?
- Appreciate it. - Mm-hmm.
Nice grouping, sweetheart.
Thanks.
Now, how'd a girl as pretty as you
end up shooting a piece as badass as that?
Well, my father-in-law gave it to my husband
'cause he's a shooter.
Sniper, actually, so you might want to watch out.
He's probably set up on you right now.
You're a live one, ain't you?
You mind if I see how she handles?
Yeah, actually.
I'm gonna get back to it, all right?
Don't have to be a bitch about it.
Excuse me?
You heard me.
Hey.
This don't concern you, brother.
Oh, I ain't your brother.
Aw, forget you two.
Thanks for the backup.
Of course.
Seemed like you were standin' your ground just fine.
I'm Travis.
- Um... - Oh, I'm so sorry.
- It's all right. - That's just a force of habit.
I'm Julie.
- It's nice to meet you. - You too.
My daughter slammed my arm in a car door and
she feels horrible, so
I'm learning everything left-handed.
But I don't seem to be making much progress
in the way of shooting though, that's for sure.
Yeah, you're gonna have to do
much better than that, Travis.
- This is Texas. - This is true.
- It's nice to meet you. - You as well.
Set us off, Dobber.
What kind of sandwich do you like?
She said club.
Hey, Z.
Z.
Huh?
Turn that shit down, man.
You're gonna go deaf.
Which wouldn't be so bad, considering.
It's Marillion, man. They're phenomenal.
It's a mental vacation from you bastards.
I can't believe progressive music is your shit.
It doesn't make any sense.
You want progressive? Try Debussy.
Or Beethoven. Expand your minds.
- Come on, guys. - Music is music.
I like it, Zehnder.
It's melodic.
Still no movement on the hill.
We're gonna wait another day.
Check in tomorrow.
I think I'd rather take my chances against Solotov
than sit here and listen to that.
Copy that.
Solotov is dead.
West Virginia, but work has me on the road so much
I feel more like a hobo than a husband and a father.
Oh, I understand that. My husband's gone a lot too.
Thanks, Gary.
He don't sell farm equipment too, does he?
No, uh, he's a marine.
That's why you're such a good shot.
Thanks.
Is he deployed?
No, he's retired.
But he's still really involved.
He, uh, works with other vets.
Probably more than he should.
Sounds like a stand-up guy.
He is.
You know, my wife has this saying,
that the key is communication, but the lock is trust.
I know that she can't cook worth a damn neither.
You know?
You know, I... I shouldn't complain.
Bob Lee's a... a really great guy
and a wonderful husband.
You know, I don't think it's complaining
to say you miss your husband.
He'd probably be happy to hear it.
Yeah.
You're right. Thanks.
- It was great talking with you. - You as well.
Hey, sorry to trouble you, but any chance you could
recommend a good church to go to around here?
You know, I love to shoot, but, uh,
I need the good side too.
Yeah, yeah, we go... we go to St. Francis.
It's just right up the road.
And they're actually having a, uh,
a food drive this weekend,
if you want to stop by.
They make a big deal of it.
Well, I wouldn't want to intrude or anything.
Come on, don't be silly. It's a church.
- Anyone's welcome. - That's very nice of you.
I mean, I can't promise that
the conversation will be riveting, all right?
But we can steer it away from tractor sales.
That's... that's a deal.
Would you, uh, would you mind
emailing me the name and address?
I... I won't remember it otherwise.
- Sure, yeah. - Uh, let me...
I... I really look forward to it.
Yeah. What's your email?
How much beef
do you actually think is in this patty?
I mean, the sign says quarter pound, but
I'm calling bullshit on that.
I swear we passed that honky-tonk
like six times already.
A worthwhile mission takes patience, Nadine.
Turn left.
I got a question for you, G-woman.
If I'm the crazy one,
what were you doing in a dead guy's storage unit?
Following my instincts.
Your boss encourage you to go after your gut?
She doesn't know I'm here.
She'll come around once I put it all together.
Put it all together, huh?
And I'm the conspiracy nut in the car.
Next you're gonna tell me that Oswald acted alone.
Please, everyone knows the kill shot
came from the Dal-Tex Building.
Ha! We are cut from the same cloth, you and I,
whether you like it or not.
Should have asked you to get me a milkshake too.
But you... you never know which places use
actual chocolate ice cream
and which place cheats and uses that vanilla and bullshit...
We've got company.
God damn it.
God damn it. I told you, Nadine.
They are everywhere.
Hey you.
Someone's having a good day.
Yeah.
Well, you just made it better.
How was Seattle?
Clarifying.
Have you seen Nadine?
She's not answering her phone.
No, I haven't seen her since this morning.
- But I see, uh, our other guests. - Yeah.
I... I'm sorry.
No. You know what? It's all right.
Mary wanted lasagna, and I made a huge batch of it.
So why don't you invite 'em in for dinner?
Isaac too?
Jesus can break bread with a tax collector.
I think this is a little bit different.
It's fine.
What's gotten into you?
You know, I was having a hard time after Frankfurt,
and, uh, you know, you being gone
doesn't really make it any easier,
but today was a good day.
I want us to talk more, okay?
You know, and just be honest.
The key is communication.
The lock is trust.
- I like that. - Yeah.
And I'm sure those guys would like some lasagna.
Invite 'em in.
Yo, fellas! Come on in.
- Yeah? - Swagger, it's me.
Memphis, I've been trying you for hours.
Yeah, well, your buddy threw my cell phone out the window.
- Turns out we picked up a tail. - Shit.
I don't want to lead them to you or to Zehnder's evidence, so
now that it's dark, I'm gonna try and shake 'em.
No, don't. Don't lose 'em.
Get yourself a burner phone, but keep driving towards me.
I'll call you in an hour and a half
with specific instructions.
Yeah, okay.
She's gonna lead 'em here.
It's an old oil refinery.
You sure no one will be there?
It's been abandoned for years.
Kids use it to party, but nobody's gonna be there at dawn.
- I see a lot of egress. - Doesn't matter.
She's gonna lead 'em to us.
Once they cross the fence line, we can box them in.
And if Solotov shows?
Then we put him down, once and for all.
What if he's got help?
Then we stitch 'em up too.
- He's right. - They chose their side.
You are gonna have to convince Memphis.
No, we won't.
Once we get 'em in a gunfight,
she'll leave with Zehnder, get the docs.
We'll clean up one thing while she handles the other.
What if Solotov's not there?
Then we do what we gotta do and make his guys talk.
She's going to lead you
to a refinery.
And I'll meet you on the...
the road in to supply you.
And call our friends. We're going to need some help.
She's here.
She got company?
Yep. One car about 200 yards back.
They're running dark.
Just one?
So far.
Too easy.
Oh, this is not good.
Swagger knows what he's doing.
Yeah, Bob Lee's good, but these guys are better.
Bob Lee's retired, man.
For these guys, it's every day.
Zehnder, I need you to relax.
And I have to shit.
Target's arrived.
What's he doing?
Nothing.
Here he comes.
Oh, shit. Ambush!
Stay here.
Moving!
I think that's all of them.
Zehnder's gone.
Shit.
Los Fantasmos.
Solotov could have seen an ambush coming,
but why send these guys?
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.
Atlas.
That's the group Alexi said Solotov works for.
Yeah, but it still doesn't make sense.
If Solotov knew all his targets were here,
why send the JV?
Maybe he had a higher value target in mind.
Zehnder better never stop running.
You've got Fios.
- Swagger. - It's me.
Zehnder, you there?
Zehnder?
I would not have thought to come back here.
Very clever.
Zehnder?
Too bad. You were the best of them.
Do not beat yourself up too bad, Swagger.
You can only be in so many places at once.
I could say the same thing about you.
Killed a bunch of your guys this morning
when you left them out to dry.
There's no shortage of men
willing to die for the right price.
But you have what you're looking for now, huh?
Your face, right?
Anonymity is not a choice for me.
It is a requirement.
Too bad you involved yourself, Swagger.
This could have been the end.
But that is the curse of the hero, is it not?
He usually ends up
standing on the bodies of his dead friends.
Pick a place, asshole. We can end it.
The place is everywhere.
And the time is now.
This ends when everyone who knows me is gone.
That's a lot of loose ends to tie up.
I'm not tying up loose ends, Swagger.
I am burning the rope.