Previously, on Shooter...
Never should've burned that heroin.
You wanted to talk?
I know you're working
on a story about a heroin ring
in Afghanistan. But it would help
if I knew who your source was.
You're Kurt Zehnder, former member of the 8113.
8113 is for life.
Nice grouping, sweetheart.
You mind if I see how she handles?
Yeah, actually.
Don't have to be a bitch about it.
Hey.
- Thanks for the backup. - Of course.
Any chance you could recommend
a good church to go to around here?
We go to St. Francis. It's just right up the road.
What's gotten into you?
You know, I was having a hard time
after Frankfurt, and...
you know, you being gone doesn't real
make it any easier, but...
today was a good day.
People think that the Deep State
is running things? Please.
It's Atlas. They're so black ops,
they're... they're "no ops."
They're Los Fantasmas.
- 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.
Zehnder better never stop running.
Swagger, it's me.
Too bad. You were the best of them.
Someone is hunting 8113.
No!
I love you infinity times infinity...
That means forever.
Every shit situation I've ever been i
the only thing that kept me going
was what I had to be grateful for.
What can I do for you, Sheriff?
Yeah, give me 30 minutes.
Have a seat.
Yes, ma'am.
So, every time somebody gets shot around here,
you knock on his door?
Relax, Sheriff.
And sit down. You might learn a thing or two.
Earl Swagger was my partner.
I watched Bob Lee grow up.
I saw him go off to war to serve his country...
Saw the shit his country put him through
when he came back.
And you flash a badge.
Thanks for coming in. We just have a few questions.
We got four dead cartel guys at the refinery.
Two of them, clean shot to the head.
Looks like they were shot at a distance.
You know anything about that?
I know most cartel guys
usually end up on the wrong side of a gun.
You know what? Maybe I could help.
On-site analysis... Might give you a lead.
Were these guys Los Fantasmas?
So what are you thinking... a rival cartel?
- Turf war? - How 'bout I ask the questions.
Where were you yesterday, Swagger?
Do you own a long gun?
This was fun.
If they know who the bad guys are,
- why not take them out? - You dig up your lawn
to get rid of all the crabgrass, pretty soon,
- you got nothing but dirt. - Yeah, but better to win
a few battles than hand them the war.
Hey, look.
Whoever took those guys down... Now, it don't matter to me.
But it might matter to Los Fantasmas, though.
What do you know about them?
Usual bullshit... Drugs, guns, and girls.
But no matter what we do,
those trucks are still gonna come rolling across
the border with the drugs, and this afternoon,
those same trucks are going back
loaded full of money.
Trucks full of money?
This is for you.
Thank you, Mary.
Thank you.
Mommy says you're a bad man.
Hey.
So the dead guys at the refinery
- are Fantasmas. - So?
So, remember Nadine said they're connected
to Solotov and Atlas.
So now you wanna take on a cartel?
Naw, just... poke 'em a little.
How does that get us Solotov?
They share the same banker. We find him,
we cut off the blood and kill the tumor.
All right, so eat up and let's roll.
Hey, Mousey. Whatcha making?
A bunny.
Are you leaving?
Yeah, I gotta take care of something.
Look.
There's his tail.
It's a girl bunny.
Her tail.
Where are you going?
I'll tell you, if you can promise
- you'll keep it a secret. - I will.
- You sure? - Yeah.
I'm going to El Paso.
- Kiss Binkie good-bye, too. - Okay.
Bye, Binkie.
- Hey. - What the hell's so important
- we have to meet? - Zehnder faked his death.
What? He's still alive?
He was. He's dead for real now.
The evidence... everything Zehnder had, it's gone.
But... I think there's a bigger story
than just heroin smuggling.
Zehnder was ranting about some shadowy global conspiracy.
What, Atlas?
If they exist, I can't find anything on 'em.
The heroin story, it... It's dead.
I can't publish without evidence.
- What? - That's the third time
I've seen that car.
Did you do what I said?
Yeah...
Gallery Place to Metro Center five times,
and then I did another two times
just for the heck of it, you know?
Look, Atlas exists.
And they're coming.
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Anybody wanna get high?
Okay, Nailer,
this is definitely the place. It's all you now.
- I'm in the truck. - You look inside the building?
Yeah. There's pallets of money everywhere.
What?
Are you serious?
I mean, I don't see any cartel muscle.
We should take these fools.
Turks and Caicos, here we come, baby.
No, these guys aren't cartel. They're money launderers.
It's how they do security... High-tech and low-key.
Cameras let the bad guys know "We know what you look like."
And the cartel never forgets.
Aw, you guys are no fun.
Oh, heads up. You got company.
All right. I'll see you on the other side.
Where are we going?
We're going to church, remember?
It's Sunday again?
No. It's not Sunday again.
Estella and I are helping out at the food drive,
and you have to meet with Father Dominguez
about your First Communion.
He's got permanent tattoos, Mom.
Yeah, so does your dad.
Get your booty in the car.
All right. Thank you.
- Don't forget your seatbelt. - All right.
- Let's go. - All right...
Seatbelts on.
- Buckle up, buttercup. - All righty.
- Ready? - Yup.
Who wants Sonic?
- Mmm! Tater tots? - Yeah.
Make sure to get some for Daddy for when he gets home.
Put... put the cans over there.
Go, go. But be careful!
- Hola, Mary. - Hi, Father.
Hi, Father. Thanks.
Oh, thank you for helping out.
- Of course. - I'm happy too.
- Hola, Father! - Como estás?
- Bien, bien. - Bien?
- Hey... - How are you doing?
I'm better, thanks.
If it starts going the other way again...
I'm always here.
- Thanks. - I'm managing.
I'm gonna set this over there for the cans.
All right, stop here.
- Tranquilo, man. - Tranquilo.
Get out
with your hands above your head.
Get out! Hands above your heads.
- Tranquilo! - Hands up!
- Tranquilo!
Keep walking! Go.
- You got 'em? - Got 'em.
- There you go. - Holy shit.
Here.
- Thanks, bro. - No, it's for them.
Right.
No puedo.
- Bounce. - It's narco money.
They won't take it.
All right.
Here.
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- Yo, Ali. - What?
You gotta put that back.
Ah, come on, bro.
Hey, nobody's taking care of us.
I will give 10% to charity.
All right. Just get my bag.
You the man.
Yup, found the tracker!
How much time you think we got?
Minutes! Get outta here.
Yeah.
It's game time.
- They're coming. - All right.
- Let's go, let's go. - Come on.
Oh, shit.
What is it?
What the hell is it?
- Una bomba. - Drop your weapon.
Turn around slowly.
Turn around! You guys, get out!
Did I miss the party?
- Call your boss. - Right now, you've done nothing
but inconvenience me. You take the next step...
Stop with the clichéd shit and call your boss.
What is it?
We got a small...
Are you Solotov's banker?
- With whom am I speaking? - You're talking to a guy
who has two pallets of your cash.
Walk away, right now.
Or how about I hit all of your warehouses?
On 86th, Simms, Higuera...
And then I'll hijack every single one of your trucks.
You might be able to cover the loss of a couple pallets
with Los Fantasmas, but how about 100 million?
Last time: are you Solotov's banker?
Suspense is killing me. What'd he say?
Nothing... which means yes.
Here. Take the truck
and get outta here.
Uh-uh. You're going for a ride.
- Hello? - Hey, Harris.
Hey, uh... Now's not a great time.
I'll be quick. I promise.
For a split second, I thought maybe
you weren't calling me for a favor.
Silly me.
You ever hear of a group called Atlas?
Dark, off-book shit?
Are you insane calling me about this
at work right now?
Can you meet me in an hour?
The restaurant where we had our first date.
Please.
Come on, let's find a table.
Mmm, that lemonade is good.
Yeah?
Come sit down, baby.
- Okay. - Here. I'll do your straw.
Thank you, Mommy.
- Hey, Travis, what's up? - Hey...
Shoot, did I miss all the fun?
Yeah, but... you know,
we can grab you some pizza
if you wanna have a seat.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, of course.
Thank you.
Estella, this is Travis.
Travis, this is our ranch manager, Estella.
It's nice to meet you.
What happened to your arm?
Ah, well, I had a little accident.
- Was there blood? - Mary.
Nah. Well...
maybe just a little.
Perdóname.
- Mm-hmm. - Hi, Julie.
Oh, hi! How are you?
It's so good to see you again.
So, where's your daddy?
It's a secret.
Aw...
he told me that he went to Dallas.
Then why don't you go there and find him?
Hey!
- Mommy, Eddy took my... - Mom's talking, okay?
- Don't be rude. - Hey, Mary.
Come here.
Why don't you go over there
and tell Eddy that Binkie is yours?
Go ahead. Go stand up for yourself.
It's okay. I'll be right here.
It's all right. Go.
It's all right.
That bear's mine. Give it back.
Oh, boy, that innate sense of justice, huh?
Worst mistake we make in life's to ignore it, right?
- That wasn't so bad, was it? - No.
Will you excuse me for a second?
Yeah, of course.
Is there a problem?
Y'all have no idea the holy hell that's about
- to rain down on you. - We like holy hell.
We're marines.
Sure beats slinging Samsonites at the airport.
Hey, buenas dias!
What? Man, I never been in Mexico before.
How much further?
A few miles.
Don't try anything stupid.
Hey. Um... do you want...
- Do you want something? - I'm not staying.
- This is Jeffery Denning... - Yeah, I don't give a shit.
He's a reporter.
Does Gregson know that you're into this?
Yeah, I didn't think so. There's no story here, Nadine.
You're in a very dark place.
- You're scared. - I work for the head
of the Senate Intelligence Committee.
Can you begin to realize
the things that come across my desk?
Atlas is a boogeyman...
A ghost story designed to shake dollars
into various budgets.
It's the magic bullet. You're wasting your time.
You came all the way over here to tell me that?
I came because I still care about you,
and I was hoping maybe you felt the same way,
but I can see that I was wrong about that...
Wrong about a lot of things, actually.
You can't go back to your apartment.
I haven't been there.
I've been crashing at my ex-girlfriend's place.
I remember why we broke up.
- Who are you calling? - The Marshals.
I'll have them meet us at my place.
Harris was spooked.
It's time to call in the big guns.
Two guards by the gate...
a long drive...
Two more by the house, and cameras.
There's probably more inside.
What's the play?
Al-Maslahat.
Oh, hell yeah.
What about him?
You're driving.
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Buenas dias, motherfu... er.
The rest of the guards are bugging out.
The front is clear.
Ali, get your ass down here and cover our six.
Did you talk to Solotov?
- I did. - Is he coming?
I don't know.
Zero out his accounts.
All of it. Bankrupt him.
Now!
He'll come now.
You done?
No, not yet.
You handle that gun well.
You know, there are plenty other lanes open.
Yeah... I like the view from this one.
Run along, sweetheart.
Where's your little boyfriend now?
Ow!
Ooh...
Who are you guys?
Hmm?
How many you got in those hills?
However many it is, it is not enough.
He will kill you all.
And you too.
You gave him up.
Solotov's probably on his way. I'll get on overwatch.
Try anything funny, he kills you.
All clear out front.
All clear in the back.
Ali.
Dude, I know where you are and I will shoot you.
Look, man... I know this shit sucks
for you, bro.
But me?
I miss it.
Why'd you join the FBI?
It'll sound cliché, but, honestly,
I never considered anything else.
It's not a cliché. That's a calling.
Yeah.
And my dad was part of the civil rights movement.
He always said when the FBI showed up
in the South, that's when he felt the tide turn.
He called them J-Men, not G-Men.
J-Men?
Yeah. For justice.
The Marshals are pulling up.
Let's move.
Time to go.
Aren't we gonna wait for the Marshals?
No. We're on our own now.
Okay, I got an SUV.
It's Federales.
Ali, you got anything?
Ali?
Ali, come in!
- Ali. - He's in the truck with me.
Ali! Ali!
Move!
He's in here!
You got no play here, Solotov.
I'll kill him, right here.
It's time to go.
Open it.
It's time to go.
What are these? Accounts, passwords?
We don't have time for this shit.
What the hell?!
He was dead anyway.
And now Solotov can't get his money.
We still could've used him.
Solotov didn't shoot me
because he needed the banker alive.
- We don't. - Man, we don't even know
- what these numbers are. - I don't care.
I do!
- This isn't about revenge. - What about Ali?
The more people you kill, the less safe my family is.
So he can kill one of our guys,
- but we can't kill his? - It's not strategic.
I don't give a damn about your strategy anymore.
- They killed Lin. - Everybody dies.
When we get back, we're through.
You go your way, I'll go mine.
Did you burn me?
- What? - Did I... burn you?
No, I didn't even tell anybody we met.
Why can't you just put your head down
- and do what you're told? - I am not wired that way.
You're not gonna find out the truth.
Shit, there basically is no truth.
I don't believe that.
And I don't think you do, either.
Be careful.
Yeah. You too.
They're watching me now.
They're probably watching you too.
If we move every night, we'll be safe.
Oh, so apparently a two-bedroom listing
on Airbnb doesn't actually mean
that you get to use the second bedroom.
I'll take the couch.
Not gonna fight you.
Hi, Father.
You okay?
Is it wrong to stand up for yourself?
It depends.
What did you do?
I was at the range, and, uh...
there was this asshole there,
and he...
Sorry.
I may have... overreacted.
- You lost control? - No.
That's the funny thing...
I was furious inside.
I was completely calm.
So, this is a... coping mechanism
you've found? Shooting range?
Yeah. It works for me.
I think I understand Bob Lee better because of it.
Just wish it brought us closer.
Shit.
If we fight, we die.
Give me your phone and your wallet.