All language subtitles for 05. A Call to Arms

Previously on "Shooter"...

I didn't even know we
had a safe in here.

Call my cell if you hear
from Mr. Downey again.

- Harris got grabbed.
- Harris!

Your former boss
was holding on to

something for me.
It's time I got it back.

I've never seen anything
like that in my life.

Consider that your last meal.

- Ah!
- Harris, it's me! We gotta go!

I came to ask what you want

with an irrelevant D.C. staffer.

I thought you'd want
answers about your father.

When your daddy got
back from Vietnam,

he found himself some comfort
in the arms of a pretty girl.

His was called Edie Poole.

I went and saw Edie today.

She gave me these
to give to you.

Ah!

I brought you something.

It's the 1911 that
Earl Swagger carried.

You think you can pay me
off with some crusty pistol?

Bo Winnick wants to extort
you over his ringing ear,

he's going to have
to pay for it.

You know what, Sam,

why don't you let me
help you get organized?

"Carlita Cruise:
Department of Agriculture."

You're not the only ones
who want to take down Atlas.

Let's go somewhere I
know they can't track us.

There were four
of us in the room

the day we emptied that safe.

- If we don't have it...
- Then Gregson does.

Whatever you're looking
at must be important

if you can resist my
chicken fried steak.

It's my dad and some of
his squad back in 'Nam.

Well, I guess we know
where you got your looks.

There's something
about this wounded guy.

I don't know what it is,

but I feel like my dad
told me a story about him.

Well, why don't you call the V.A.
after breakfast

and see if they can
get you some answers?

I mean, the date and the
type of injury helps,

but the V.A. will only get
me so far without a name.

Then it sounds like
you can afford a break.

Come and eat with me,
before I have to go to Sam's.

Come on, baby, I'm all wound up.

I... I feel like I
need to clear my head.

The Bolt gun or the MC7?

Scary how well you know me.

Again.

That one was dead center.

Yeah, but that's not the
one we're aiming for.

Again.

Dad, does that one count?

Keep going.

This isn't fair.

Send another.

You don't even shoot long guns.

Send another.

Hey! Careful.

What did I tell you
about handling a rifle?

Never point a weapon

at anything you don't
intend to shoot.

Say it again.

Never point a weapon

at anything you don't
intend to shoot.

Again.

- Okay, I get it.
- Hey, come here.

Let me tell you something...

I served with a kid not
much older than you.

A Corporal named Gutierrez.

Shot himself in the leg
horsing around one night,

and just like that...
his career was over,

all because he was
acting like a dumb-ass,

like you are right now.

Grab the rest of the shit.

We're going home.

Hello, ma'am,
my name's Bob Lee Swagger.

I know this is an
unusual request,

but I was looking
for some information

on a marine wounded
in Vietnam in 1970,

a Corporal Gutierrez.

What the hell?
Where are you going?

You have power over your mind,

not outside events.

Hey!

Realize this,

and you will find strength.

Hayes said you were a wild card.

Put the damn gun down.

You draw a lot of attention.

I'm popular.

Where's the decryption card?

I'm working on it.

No.

Not good enough.

I'm sorry,
we didn't really have a chance

to make an acquaintance.

I'm the guy who's in charge
of seeing this thing through

now that Hayes is dead,

which makes you the guy
who's working for me.

I've been working on this
mission for three years,

which makes me indispensable.

Bosses can be replaced.

Find the card.

Where's my driver?

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You're gonna say I
should've done a better job

of keeping things organized.

To that, I say...

you're 20 years too late.

Well, that is why I'm here now.

To show my appreciation, I...

I got you something.

- How did you get this?
- Bo, of course.

Damned fool tried
to sell the thing

across state lines
without documentation,

so I gave him a choice:

my help in exchange for

dropping all charges against you

and getting the
hell out of town,

or spend the next few
years in federal prison.

Here we are.

I don't know what to say.

Don't mention it.

That pistol deserves to be
in the hands of a Swagger.

Sam, why doesn't Bobby use it?

Earl and Bob Lee had a
complicated relationship,

but only because
Earl was complicated.

That man was
encumbered by burden

unlike anything I've ever seen.

That sounds familiar.

Bob Lee was too
young to understand.

Earl's pain wasn't his fault...

to realize his
daddy actually cared

a great deal for him.

I need to get through to
him, Sam.

Bob Lee ought to be
looking forward...

not back.

- Can I help you?
- You Ramon Gutierrez?

Yeah.

You served with my
father, Earl Swagger.

Son, that was a long time ago.

I understand.
I just wanna ask you a few questions.

I know you and my dad were
part of the Phoenix program.

- You thirsty?
- Oh, no, thank you.

It's probably for the best.
I make shit coffee.

Your old man still around?

No, sir. That's a shame.

He really knew how to
cheer everybody up.

Earl Swagger?

Nicest man I ever met.

Why? What's the problem?

Just doesn't sound like my
dad, that's all.

You served.

You know what kinda
things we see over there.

It's enough to change a man.

What was it you saw?

Probably the same thing
everyone sees in war,

only with the Phoenix program,
you can't talk about it.

Hm.

Well, can you tell me
anything about Atlas?

That some kind of operation?

With all due respect, sir,
you can spare me the runaround.

I know that Atlas
was the organization

born out of Phoenix.

What I don't know is my
dad's involvement in it.

Well, we weren't running
ops for the bogeyman,

at least not while
I was still there.

Mostly it was stuff like

taking out VC leaders
behind enemy lines,

a few of us boots on the ground
and your dad on overwatch.

My dad was on the long gun?

Oh, he loved it.

I could barely get that
thing out of his hands.

I take it that's why his
son became "Bob the Nailer."

Mm. You know,
this really is awful.

Hey, how'd you get your limp?

This?

On a mission.

Some general's bodyguard
sprayed a few rounds our way.

I caught one in the leg.

I guess they didn't give
you much time to prepare.

Gutierrez shot
himself in the leg.

Now, I saw one out there.
Are there others?

Atlas is stepping
up their mission,

and we need to track down the
decryption card to stop them.

We need to go after Red Bama.

Can I just float this
out there real quick?

Um, what is the likelihood
that I could disappear

and not have to look
over my shoulder

for the rest of my life?

Zero?

It's ze... it's literally zero?

It's... it's on your faces.
It's zero? Wow.

Red is Atlas.

Clearly he's got
skin in the game,

given that shit he pulled
at the mining site.

He's our HVT.

Except you of all people know

that in order to get
at a high value target,

you don't always
go at them head-on.

- You go after what they want.
- The card.

All we know is that
it decrypts something.

That doesn't help us.

We know that Atlas
is desperate for it,

which means we have leverage.

- You got a plan?
- Patricia Gregson.

I know she took the card

when we were going
through Hayes's safe.

It's the only explanation.
She is our in.

She took it for a reason.
She's not gonna help us.

I know her.

Deep down,
she wants to do the right thing.

Even if you're right,

she's not gonna let
us get near her,

not holding something
that valuable.

Well...

I figured you'd have
some ideas about that.

I was flagged when I called the
V.A., wasn't I?

- Is the real Gutierrez dead?
- I don't know.

But this was a setup to kill me.

I was paid to sell you a story.

- By who?
- I don't know!

You gotta get your
missions from somewhere.

Doesn't work like that.

You're already
burned, so tell me.

A location in D.C.

Logan Circle,
that's where I get my missions from.

Address.

If you go...

they'll kill ya.

I'm used to it.

Of course.

We need to talk.

- My bad, sorry. Sorry.
- Get in.

Tell Isaac he doesn't
need to kill my guy.

Isaac, we're good.

Copy.

You'd think with all
of Hayes's money,

you would've invested in
better accommodations.

She's not wrong.

You stole something
from his safe.

A decryption card
called "the God box."

What's it for?

I don't know.
Terrible name, though.

Red Bama wants it.
That means Atlas wants it.

Clearly it's of value to them.

You can thank me
later for securing it.

What's your angle on all this?

'Cause whatever it
is, we want in.

I don't have one.

Even I know that's bullshit.

Whatever Atlas is up
to, it's big.

Innocent people are
probably gonna get hurt

because of it,
and we need to do something.

You don't make a move
until you have a handle on

all the pieces on the board.

That's how you stay in the game.

So self-preservation
over sacrifice

no matter the cost?

Where's the honor in that?

Honorable people die
for their country

so the pragmatists can run it.

We wanna identify
those other pieces,

the other Atlas members.

We can do that by putting
the card into play,

drawing them out to get it.

When that happens,
I'm sure you'll figure out

how to come away with
something of value.

As smart as you are,

you know you're gonna need help.

I gotta go.
I got a flight in an hour.

Where?

D.C.

I got a lead,
and there's not much time to follow it.

I'm... I'm trying, Bob Lee.

Help me understand this.

Uh, what do you want me to say?

All these years,
you barely talk about your father,

and now you'll do anything

to figure out what
happened to him.

Y-you can't expect
me to let this go.

No,
I just want you to let me in.

This isn't your problem.

Except I'm your wife.

- Julia...
- Please.

Think about your family,

the ones that are still here.

I'm sorry.

It's okay,
as long as you learned your lesson.

No, I'm sorry I disappoint you.

It doesn't matter

what I think...

Only that I prepare
you for the world

you'll come to face as a man.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

Look, I, uh...

I've been dealing with
some stuff lately.

It's probably why I've
been so hard on you.

Can I help?

No.

This is my problem to deal with.

Ha. I thought nobody
came here anymore.

No matter how much you
try to contain the fire,

it will always burn
the way it sees fit.

Things must be really bad

for you to be
making up aphorisms.

Apparently you have
a solution for me.

The decryption card.

And let me guess,
in exchange for it,

you get Hayes' vacant
seat at our table.

Well, let's start with
that and see where it goes.

Oh, oh, oh, my, my, look at you,

all giddy, because you think

you finally have
the golden ticket.

You're the wrong kinda screwed
to be acting this smug.

And this is the
wrong job for you.

You like the
recognition too much.

Maybe I just see an opportunity

to facilitate some real change.

How do I know you're committed?

Nadine Memphis and
Isaac Johnson...

they're pushing me
to make this deal.

I could serve them up.

This is your chance
to control the fire.

I'll let you know where
and when to bring the card.

Oh, Red...

What's Atlas up to
these days anyway?

You get yourself a
seat at the table

and you'll find out.

- What do you got?
- It's bad timing.

Intel's limited,
but this place is a front for Atlas.

So, you coming on board?

I'm not interested
in your world.

What'd you call me all
the way out here for then?

'Cause I'm following a lead,
and I needed another gun.

It's not a social call.

What more do I gotta do?

Trading my life for yours
at that Mexican prison

- didn't square things?
- Guess not.

Next time you need a
gun, call Nadine.

You didn't have to come.

And I'm here anyway.

Same reason you keep calling me for
help, I keep coming.

You need to learn
to let shit go.

Would you?

Hey. Security system.

We got two minutes, tops.

I guess that agent you
rolled tipped them off.

- Wanna open it?
- All right.

They pulled the hard drives.

There's nothing here.

This place is burned.
We gotta go.

All right.

Oh, you know what I meant to tell
you, the, uh...

the knees-groin-eyes thing
was surprisingly effective.

Thank you.

It was definitely
an Atlas location.

They didn't leave
anything useful behind.

Everything I
learned about my dad

keeps bringing me back to Atlas.

Well, maybe we can
help each other then.

I don't think so.

We're looking to expose
the heads of Atlas.

We do that, we can all get
the answers we're looking for.

And you think answers
is all he's looking for?

You're right.

Look, we're all in this
room for different reasons,

because we want retribution,

'cause we want a way out,

or because we need to
see something through.

We're all here now,
so the only way

to get what we all want
is to work together.

All right, how do we get Atlas?

Patricia Gregson.

She's using the card
as a bargaining chip.

She will turn on you the
first chance she gets.

Remember what the Malik
in Sangin told us?

Expect deception...

And you'll never be fooled.

It's Patricia.

So if you wanna pat down
your nostalgic war boners,

you're up.

Exterior looks clear.

Swagger?

No time for chit-chat. Let's go.

- What is this place?
- Think storage locker,

but for only the
most valuable items:

art, antiques,

secret cards that control
the fate of the world.

Just take my lead.

In and out fast.

You don't take that attitude with Mrs.
Swagger.

Ah-ah-ah.

All right, let's go.

You guys go ahead.

Come on.

Hey, man,
can you open up that door?

Come on,
we gotta get this door open!

On it.

Hurry!

Hurry!

Ah!

Hey.

Sam?

Sam! Hey!

What happened?

I'm fine.

- I just... I just tripped.
- On what?

Ah, it could've been my own damn
feet, I don't know.

- Shoot, you're bleeding.
- I'm... I'm okay... I'm okay.

Here... here.
Let me get it, okay?

Listen,
I need to take you to a doctor.

Enough, God damn it!

I'm so... I'm sorry.

It's fine.

I'm just...

accepting help is something
I'm still getting used to.

I'm working on it.

It's okay.

Here. Hold this here, okay?

Put pressure on it.

You knew you were
gonna sell us out

the second we confronted
you about that card.

That place was
crawling with Atlas.

Grow up.

This is the way
the game is played.

You do realize they weren't
shooting at me and Isaac?

But now we know where
everyone stands.

So Red was gonna set up a meet

once you grabbed the card.
Is that still the plan?

Oh, he'll still meet.

He'll just be more
pissed off than usual.

- Where?
- There's a memorial

for Hayes's alma
matter tomorrow.

That's where he'll do it.

Act quick,
and Harris may be able

to secure more invitations.

What, so you're on our side now?

That asshole is gonna
wish he never left Texas.

Good.

You're with us
until this is done.

Bob Lee...

It's all right.

You do know you
could make a killing

if you ever decide
to commit to this.

That's not why I'm here.

For someone who says he
doesn't want any part of it,

you sure are around a lot.

'Cause Atlas killed my father,

and I'm gonna find
out who and why.

Oh, I have no doubt
you'll find the truth.

I'm just not sure
you'll like it.

You don't understand.

People will get hurt if
I don't do something!

Well, maybe if you didn't
keep me in the dark!

I can't tell you everything!

But I am honest with you
about as much as I can be.

Really? Who were you on
the phone with earlier?

Jesus Christ, a war buddy.

Yeah?
You sure it wasn't Edie Poole?

You don't know what
you're talking about.

There are things...

that you don't know about me.

I know you well
enough, Earl Swagger.

I know that you're drunk
because you're angry,

and I know that you're
angry because you got things

tearing you up inside,

and you take that anger out
on the people closest to you.

How'd I do?

June...

I'm surprised you're not
thousands of miles away.

It was a nice try,

but something you need
to learn about me,

I get what I want.

I take it you still wanna meet.

I won't hold grudges
if you won't.

The Hayes Memorial.

Already got my
outfit picked out.

I expect you and the other
Atlas members to be there.

Bring the card.

We're not storming
Bin Laden's compound.

Shit can get ugly real quick.

Packing heat,
let alone getting into a gun fight

at a university...
it's too risky.

There'll be extra security.

I know Bob Lee has
his own agenda,

but I need us to be
on the same page.

I've been clear
about my intentions.

Should I come back later?

What is it?

Uh, good news, bad news.

I was able to get invitations,
but I could only get one,

besides Patricia's.

Okay, well,
we can still patrol the areas

around the ballroom.

Harris,
you'll go in with Patricia.

It'll look more natural.

All right, good enough for me.

- Hey, you.
- Hey, hon.

How's it going?

Things are taking
longer than I expected.

I'm sorry.

I'd take answers over apologies.

I just wouldn't even
know where to start.

Well, you're gonna have
to figure out a way.

You know, I wasn't exactly
trained to open up.

I used to think that
you were keeping me

at arm's-length to protect me.

I'm starting to think I'm not
the one who needs protecting.

You're not alone, Bob Lee.

I will always have your six.

How did I get so lucky?

This isn't done.

I know.

Come home.

Okay.

It's time.

I gotta go, hon. Love you.

I love you too.

How's it looking outside?

Our couple should be
passing you in a moment.

I don't know if I trust Harris
to keep an eye on Patricia.

Not much choice.

He's not exactly
trained for field work.

Well, better he's with her

than out here tracking Atlas.

Besides, nobody's gonna
do anything to Patricia

inside that ballroom.

I wish I knew what
was going on outside.

The last thing we need is
for someone to spot you

wearing an earpiece.

I should be networking
at this thing.

Instead, I'm watching you
so that I can help orchestra

the takedown of a pseudo-
government organization.

Harris...

grab a few drinks and relax.

I can do one of those things.

Thank you.

Uh, we got regular
campus security...

But those guys...

they're not secret
service or campus police.

Definitely packing.

Watch it, asshole.

You stay with Atlas security.

They'll be heading to the meet.

Okay, stay close.

Easy, tiger beat,
or you might just get

more of me than
you bargained for.

- Stay here.
- Oh...

You look uncomfortable.

Well, as much time
as I spend in them,

I have never liked suits.

- You got the card?
- Point out the others.

- Let me guess, Congressman...
- This is how it's gonna work.

You're gonna show me the card,

and I'm gonna
round up the others

and meet you in a
quieter location.

South Corridor, Room A13.

You don't wear it well.

The suit?

No. Desperation.

Proceed to checkpoint.

Everyone's in the
ballroom, including Red.

What's going on outside?

Bob Lee?

Isaac?

Where the hell are you guys?

Okay, wha... what did he say?

All I overheard was,
"Room A30." Is that...

I'm gonna have to
do this by myself.

Okay, literally my only job is
to not take my eyes off you.

I have something for you to do.

Don't tell me to relax.
Off the table.

It's not...
I want you to go find Nadine

and tell her how
lovely she looks.

It doesn't take tradecraft to
notice how you look at her.

Now go.

Stop.

Don't move.

I caught one sneaking
around the kitchen.

I'll bring him to you.

Aah!

Sh...

Ah...

Come to the loading dock.

Nadine,
you got two headed your way.

Ma'am, I need you to hold up.

Let me through.

Excuse me? Identification?

Listen to me carefully...
walk away now.

Ma'am, I'm gonna need
you to stay right here.

Can I get some backup
in the reception area?

Thanks. What are you doing here?

I can't seem to
get free of this.

Figured if Atlas sent this
much security, though,

there's someone
worth taking out.

Patricia.

- Is she with us?
- Where is Patricia?

Uh, I think she's
headed to Room A30.

She told me to stay here.

Guys, we lost Patricia.
She's in Room A30.

I'm on the way.

I'm Harris. Hi.

Okay.

- Nadine, where's A30?
- South Corridor.

I'll try to get to her.

There's no one here.
Harris must've heard wrong.

The card.

I figured as much.

Still doing their dirty
work, I see.

You chose the wrong side.

Tell Red he has me to thank

when he realizes how
screwed Atlas is.

Uhh...

Shit.

God damn it!

She's gone.

The card's not here.

We have to go.

Face it,
the plan was never gonna work.

- It was a setup from the jump.
- We had to try.

Not every mission
can go our way.

You taught me that.

- They were after something.
- A decryption device.

Do you know why they need it?

No, but I've never seen them
so hungry to get something.

Harris, what exactly did she
say to you before she left?

That she had to do
the next part alone.

Well, did she say anything else?

It happened pretty fast.
She took my arm,

and she straightened
out my jack... et.

Wait, wait...

She slipped it to me.

That card is all
Atlas wants right now.

Whatever it is, they're gonna
turn over the world to get it.

So we don't let them.

Sorry things came
up empty for you.

I don't need your apologies.

Lock it up, Gunny.

You're not my commander anymore.

Yeah?

Well, I got some advice for you,

and your ass better listen.

You might not ever
see me the same again.

Okay, just add that
to the pile of regrets

I gotta live with.

But whatever it is

you're trying to work
out for yourself,

you better do it fast.

Not 'cause we need you.

It's 'cause that shit
will eat you alive.

Trust me. I know.

Hey.

Sorry it's not
your mom's cooking.

Smells good.

You shouldn't have had to
see your old man like that.

- It's okay, Dad.
- No, it's not.

You don't treat people that way,

especially your
wife, you hear me?

Uh, why were you guys fighting?

You just need to know

that none of this is
your mother's fault.

Was it because of what
you said earlier...

about having stuff to deal with?

Life's gonna throw a lot at
you, son.

The worst thing a man can do is
try to carry that burden alone.

Trust me.

This is Julie.
You know what to do.

Hey, I was hoping
I'd get ahold of you.

My dad shut everyone out, and...

I'm not gonna do that to
you, not anymore.

I can't promise I'll
always be perfect,

but I'm gonna try...

'Cause you always find
a way to do that for me.

I love you.

- Julie?
- Bob Lee Swagger?

- Who is this?
- Ramon Gutierrez.

Patricia Gregson said
you wanted to talk to me.

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