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Previously, on "Shooter"...

You ever hear of a group
called "Atlas"?

There's no story here,
Nadine... Atlas is a boogeyman.

I work for Senator Hayes,

the head of the
Senate Intelligence Committee.

Can you begin
to realize the things

that come across my desk?

You're having
a heart attack, Senator.

I'm not worried
about Atlas anymore.

Hayes' heart attack
took care of that.

- It's over.
- Hayes is not the end of this.

I know a place
where you'll be safe.

- This is a kill list.
- Who's Carlita Cruise?

Department of Agriculture.

Passports.
She was prepared.

Why would somebody
who works for the

Department of Agriculture
have a go bag?

How much do you think
you know about your father?

Atlas and the Swaggers

have been interlinked
since the beginning.

I haven't heard the name
Jimmy Poole in a long time.

He had a good job lined up
at a slaughterhouse.

This was an ambush, Sheriff.

First guy was a decoy,

second guy was set up in there
waiting for me.

You were at Bama.

I wanna know why this company
offered Jimmy Poole a job.

Who's Jimmy Poole?

Jimmy Poole
didn't kill my dad.

There was a second shooter.
What'd you find?

Three bullets,
like you said.

Someone left this patch
on the body.

- What about the bullets?
- Two at 125 grams,

and the bigger one at 173.

173's a rifle round.
My dad was killed by a sniper.

Where you been, Swagger?
You said morning.

Couldn't get here.
VC ambush.

You still got the map?

You're late.

You're late.

Fall back!

Go, go, go!

Go, go.

Go, go, go!

Hey, where's O'Shea?

I don't know.

- Shit, he must've fallen behind.
- God damn it.

Don't stop till you get
to the rally point.

- Sergeant...
- Go!

I'm sorry, Sarge.
He came out of nowhere.

Okay.

I'll be your prisoner,
all right?

Take me.

Big rank.
Let the kid be.

Sarge, don't do it.

Just come to me.
Bring it on in.

All right, come on.

Let's go.

What the hell
are you boys doing here?

I thought I told you assholes
to go back to the rally point.

Not without you, brother.
Nice throw, by the way.

Come on.
Let's go.

Sir,
Lieutenant said you needed me?

You don't need to be
formal with me, Swagger.

Russo will be fine.

You and your men celebrating?

Uh, we were reading
some letters from home,

listening to
a little Creedence.

You got a woman at home,
Swagger?

West Texas, right?

Yes, sir.
Her name's, uh, June.

I bet Miss June
would be proud of you.

What you did today...

you saved your entire patrol.

Thank you, sir.

We're looking for educated
men like you to help us out.

It would be a promotion.

Give you and June
a real future after the war.

You interested?

Yes, sir.

That'll be all.

Hey.

What's in the box?

Some of my dad's things
my mom had put in storage.

I was hoping I'd find...

It's nothing.
I'm almost done.

All right.
You have visitors.

What?

Team Swagger.
They picked up a stray.

All we got from the safe
so far is a kill list,

usual suspects,
and a new name...

Carlita Cruise.

I take it Carlita's
not the talking type?

No idea.
She disappeared...

and left me with
a nice parting gift.

Now, Julie said that
you made a pretty big discovery

at the cemetery...
something about your father?

Yeah.

Solotov kept saying that Atlas
and my dad were tied together.

I don't know
if he's right or not,

but there definitely was
a second shooter

the night my dad was killed.

Oww.

All I got so far
is Bama Cattle.

Uh, Bama,
as in Red Bama?

You know Red Bama Junior?

No,
I know Red Bama Senior.

He's been undersecretary for
the Department of Agriculture

for three administrations.

Department of Agriculture...

it's the same as Carlita,
the missing Atlas agent.

That can't be a coincidence.

Why the hell would Atlas
wanna kill your dad?

No idea.

I'm gonna find out.

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Pull.

Ugh, shit!

Reload it, Bert.

Shit.

You guys need to shut
your mouth when I'm aiming.

You need to go easy
on the trigger.

I didn't know your salary
included shooting tips, Bert.

How much is my dad
paying you for that?

Pull.

Hey.

Salinger told you
to stay at the slaughterhouse.

Now,
I don't see a lot of cattle

being processed out here.

I don't work
for Salinger, Dad...

No, but he works for me,

and when I give him an order,
you follow it.

It's called chain of command.

Now, you really stepped in it
with that gas station business.

Going after Swagger with
a couple of illegals?

What in hell is wrong with you?

I'm really sorry.
I am.

Yeah, I know you are, son,
but sorry don't count here.

You didn't break a vase.

I was just trying to help out
like we talked about.

You let me deal with Swagger.

Give me one more chance
to get him.

If you could've got him,
he would already be got.

Now get on back to work.

Probably a lot of cow shit
to sweep up.

What does Swagger know?

Well,
he dug up his old man's body.

He's gotta know by now that
Poole isn't the only shooter.

You want me to clean it up?

My son needs to learn that
the way you hit your target

is to know where its headed.

Pull.

Nice.

The Capitol Hill crowd
doesn't come around this way.

I don't think the
gentrification wave

has hit here yet.

How much
did Carlita have in there?

About ten grand
in small bills.

Petty cash
for an Atlas agent.

She was expecting us.

Or someone else.

No, Memphis had it right.

I was more hoping
than expecting.

How many others
did you bring?

Just me.
I'm not here for a fight.

You just had a gun on us.

Man, you guys are dour.
Did someone die?

I mean, other than the
people that you've killed.

We don't usually
put on a smile for someone

who tries to blow us up.

Sorry about that.
Call it a cheap alarm system.

These locators are getting
harder to find.

What do you want from us?

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

So you one of the
good guys now?

I didn't say that,
but you know as well as I do

it's the only way
off their kill list.

Them or you.

And why are you on the list?

Two up, two down.
That's how they prevent leaks.

Someone gets made,
they kill everyone around him.

Where do you fit in the
hierarchy? Up or down?

That's not important,
but here's a question.

Did you know you'd set off
such a shit storm

killing Senator Hayes?

- We didn't kill Hayes.
- Come on, Johnson.

Memphis has a headache,

and I don't have time
for the bullshit.

Okay.

Let's say we're interested
in a partnership.

What's your plan?

First, let's go somewhere
I know they can't track us.

- Yo.
- Hey.

Do you have any coffee?

I usually just go for
a run in the morning.

Nadine sent me
Jimmy Poole's prison file.

Is that a hard no
on the coffee, though?

Poole was the guy
who killed my dad.

Rick Culp was the
security guard on duty

the day he broke out.

You follow?

Yeah, um, how does that
help us with Bama?

I don't know yet,

but I talked to Culp
two days ago.

Asked him about Poole.
He played dumb.

Next thing I know,
I got people shooting at me.

Seems to happen
a lot with you.

Uh, just an observation.

Let's go.

You know,
I don't mind staying here.

I can just...

I like it.
It's cozy, yeah.

You can put your shoes on
or go barefoot.

Doesn't matter to me.

I'll grab my shoes.

So you got some
unresolved issues

with your father, huh?

My dad died when
I was pretty young too.

He was a corporate lawyer.
Worked all the time.

Got hit by a drunk driver
coming home one night.

I remembering being really mad
at him for working late again.

And then for a while
I felt like it was my fault,

which of course
I know it wasn't,

but, uh, I guess kids,
you know,

sometimes feel guilty
about things that are

outside of their control.

So do adults.

Dude, do I look like
a therapist?

I'm...

just making small talk, man.

That's what two people do
when they're stuck in a car.

Or they just sit in silence.

Fair enough.

There's Culp.
Let's go.

Little early in the day
to be tying one on, Rick.

I'm in a hurry.

I hope it's to the shower.

You smell like the ass end
of a whiskey barrel.

I don't have time for you,
Swagger.

You lied to me
about Jimmy Poole.

The hell I did!

Who paid you
to help him escape?

How much you get, Rick?

Okay,
he should not be driving.

Don't worry about it.

We're gonna be
right behind him.

Culp's been in there
a really long time.

Hey, quit turkey necking.

Sorry.

Looks like they
leveled up on security.

Spent some real money.

That explains it.

Red Bama?

Holy shit.

What business does that
backwoods drunk have

with the undersecretary
of agriculture?

The kind that's so off-books

you gotta meet at
a slaughterhouse.

I'd give you a sidearm if
I thought it'd calm you down.

Uh, no, I don't...
I don't like guns.

Or cilantro, actually.

- I pretty much hate cilantro.
- Have you ever shot a gun?

No.

How do you know
you don't like them?

I don't wanna hold the power
of somebody's life in my hands.

You don't need a gun to hold
the power of somebody's life

in your hands.

I told you, boy.

I wanna talk to your dad.

I'm running the operation.

Oh, so Little Junior's
all grown up now, huh?

All right, big man.
I want another 15,000.

You got your money.

Yeah,
for keeping my mouth shut,

but for... not for getting
Bob the Nailer off my back.

Bob the what, now?

All right, if you and your
daddy don't give me the cash,

I'm gonna tell Swagger
everything I know,

then you can have some nice
father-son time in Polunsky.

Maybe you can share a cell.

Find two men you can trust.

Burn his clothes.
Toss his body in the shoot.

Take his car into the junkyard.

- I was handling it.
- You weren't handling shit.

Swagger's not some local loser
you can push around.

He's a professional,

and he's messing
with my timeline.

We can't afford to be
one minute off schedule.

- You hear me?
- Loud and clear.

They're moving his car.

That's it.

- We going in?
- No need.

But you wanna talk
to Culp, right?

He's gotta come
out of there eventually.

Not if he's dead.

How do we know Culp is dead?

The guy who moved the car had
on polypropylene shoe covers.

He was trying to avoid blood.

- At a slaughterhouse?
- Yeah.

And then I saw the smoke
coming out the back.

They probably incinerated

anything they
couldn't use for feed.

Did you know Culp was
gonna get himself killed?

- I knew it was possible.
- Why didn't you stop him?

Culp made his choice
30 years ago.

Jesus.

Stop the car.
Stop the car.

- No.
- No, sto... I can't do this.

I gotta get
the hell out of here.

I don't wanna be
a part of this.

You worked for Hayes.

I didn't know
what he was into.

I didn't... it's... we can do
something about Bama, okay?

We need to call the police.

The only thing
that happens then

is we make ourselves targets.

A man is dead
because we baited him.

How do you just let that go?

'Cause we got
bigger problems.

Well,
excuse me if I...

put a value on human life.

Nadine didn't make me promise
to keep you in one piece,

I'd tell you
to tuck and roll right now.

I'd just...

Appreciate it if you'd clue me
into the plan next time.

Why?
So you can cover my six

with your bachelor's
in poli-sci?

I was an English lit major.

Poli-sci minor.

This is cozy
for a fallout shelter.

How long have you
had this place?

Since I knew
Atlas wanted me dead.

Anyone else know about it?

No one still breathing.

The government
turned most of these

Cold War-era ones
into museums,

walled off
a few of the ones that were

too far off the beaten path
for the tour.

Everyone should
have a safe house.

The satphone is Atlas issued.

No one's called on it though
since my name got on the list.

Access is encrypted.

How's it work?

Uses a digital key
with a revolving pass code.

I was issued one.

How come I didn't get one?

Don't be jealous, Isaac.

I'm amazed Swagger hasn't
put a bullet in your head.

He got over it.

- Mostly.
- Huh.

Good,
because it's gonna take

more than you two
to take Atlas down.

Half the agents in Atlas
don't even know it.

They're just pawns in a game

they don't know
they're playing.

And Atlas is planning
something big.

Why not run?

I mean,
you had exfil plans.

You had papers.

Why did you stay?

They killed my wife.
There's no running from that.

The only way
to get out is to die,

or kill the ones in charge.

To do that,
we've gotta leap frog

the low-level agents,
like us.

Operators are knuckle draggers
to Atlas... grunts.

They only tell us
where to put the bullet,

but the cleaners
are the star students.

They have to coordinate
with the higher ups

to know how to handle
the bodies.

Direct contact with
the shot callers.

Do you know any
of the cleaners?

No, but I think I know
how to draw one out.

Wait, what,
are you planning on

using yourself as bait?

- That's insane.
- It's the best way.

I mean,
unless Isaac here

wants to man up
and be the worm on a hook?

Ladies first.

Thanks for worrying about me.

Where you going?

Just walk in like you belong.
Nobody will say anything.

White man's privilege.
Give me your jacket.

Okay.

It's velvet.

It's a little hot for velvet.

Hi, hi, uh,
Harris Downey.

Here on tour with my wife,
Cookie.

Could you tell me more
about the golf pro?

I'm just not sure yet.

- It's this way, right?
- Oh, yes, yes, it is.

Oh, perfect.
Follow me this way.

Your jacket's a little tight
in the shoulders, isn't it?

How long you work for Atlas?

Atlas?

That the guy that holds
the earth on his back?

Atlas holds up the sky,
asshole.

I work for myself,
Mr. Swagger.

Company name is Bama Cattle...

and the U.S. Government,
of course.

Then why did you pay
Rick Culp

to help Jimmy Poole
escape from prison?

No idea what
you're talking about.

I saw Culp walk into
your slaughterhouse.

Never saw him walk out.

I didn't know your dad,

but I've heard that he was
a self-righteous prick.

Seems to run in the family.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with having a moral compass.

What is morality to one
person can be sin to another.

Like my eating this rib eye.

There are over a billion people

who think that
I'm sinning right now.

You didn't
answer my question.

I don't know anyone
named Culp.

Jimmy Poole was a criminal
through and through,

and if I'm remembering right,

your father's job
was to catch criminals.

Poole was a better shot,
I guess.

You offer
a lot of criminals jobs?

'Cause his family said
you had one waiting for him

at Bama Cattle
once he got out.

I felt sorry
for his wife, Edie.

Something your dad and me
had in common,

from what I hear.

Uh, you ready to go?

This place is a little rich
for my blood.

Also,
they asked me to leave.

Who's your friend?

This is Harris Downey.

He used to work
for Senator Hayes.

Tell me who was
on the long gun

the night my father was killed,

and I'll leave you
and your idiot son alone.

All right, stand down.
We're leaving.

You ladies are disappointing
the shit out of me.

Did you not hear me?

Come with me, Swagger.

You heard him, Swagger.
Get the hell out of here!

I saw you
on the range earlier.

Not much of a shot, are you?

No, sir,
but I'm working on that, sir.

Gutierrez can hit a target
at over a thousand yards

while I'm screaming
obscenities in his ear.

We have our rifleman.

Are you cutting me, sir?

Of course not.

If I'm no good with my rifle,
then why am I here?

Because your men
didn't leave you that day

near the Sepon River.

Because when I pulled you
from that room,

every single one of those men

lifted their eyes
from their weapon,

even though they know
if they did,

it would lose time
from their assembly.

They respect you.

Leaders are born, not made.

And I need the leader
whose men

followed him
into the shit that day,

one his men
will never question.

- That's you.
- Yes, sir.

I'm honored, sir.

So stop spending your time
trying to be the perfect shot,

and start spending your time
studying this.

None of the others will know
what the real mission is.

Training will be intense...

not this bullshit
timed rifle assembly.

You think you can handle that,
Swagger?

Hell yes, sir.

Half of this is redacted.

Your dad's patrol
was probably black budget.

That's my guess too.

Did he talk much
about the war?

Nobody talks about that war,

especially not him.

We'd go hunting sometimes,
and not say a word for hours.

We both liked it that way.

Bob Lee, you know, uh...

your father's
still gonna be dead

even if you find
the man that killed him.

That's very deep, Harris.

I'm just saying...

that sometimes it's best
to leave things alone.

Or maybe talk
to your wife about it.

I mean, is she...
is she cool with you

being out on the road
all the time?

She knows who she married.

Hey,
I've never been married.

Most women I dated

lose their shit if I didn't
come home when I said I would...

except for Nadine.

She's really independent,
you know?

She ask about me?

All right, the only name in
that file other than my dad's

is somebody who lives in Texas.

That's where we're going.

Did you call first?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Is it... is the road like this
the whole way?

Anyone out here
could be Atlas...

the woman with
the baby stroller,

angry guy with
the shitty briefcase.

Couple fighting
by the coffee truck.

You think they'll show?

Carlita said this is
where she does her drops.

Wouldn't you stake it out?

Probably.
Just not sure why

we're trusting a woman
who tried to blow us up.

Do we have a better option?

If we don't find our way up
the Atlas food chain,

we might as well
dig our own graves.

10:00.

- Got it.
- Wait.

There.

He made us.

- You sure?
- Let's go find out.

Operator's on your six.

Any sign of the cleaner?

Negative.

I always wanted
to meet one of you.

Traitor's not a good look
for an operator,

and Russo has a long,
long memory.

- Where is he?
- Eat shit.

Russo's location,
I let you live.

Well, yeah, maybe,
but Russo won't.

Let's move.

Carlita's gone.

Maybe she got
what she wanted.

We were worms on a hook.

So, um, I know this
is totally your thing,

but maybe... maybe try like
a good cop thing this time?

- What?
- You know?

Like, you know "Simon & Simon"?

Like, more like the younger
Simon than the older Simon?

Just a gentler kind
of approach here, maybe?

- Who's this Simon?
- Okay, it's a... it was a show.

It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.

- Mr. Colby?
- Yeah.

- I'm...
- Bob Lee Swagger.

We gotta clean our bunks,
Tommy.

What?

Our bunks, man.

We gotta make sure
that they right as rain

before the Sergeant comes.

He's losing it.

Colby, hey...

you hang in there, okay?

Swagger?

That's right.

I can't, I...

I'm sorry, Swagger.

I'm so sorry.

Hang in there.

I can't, Sarge.
I just can't.

You can do this, Colby.

Colby...

Hey, I give up.

Let me out, please?

I need water.
I need water.

You... you said
you'd let me out if I gave up.

Just say the word, Swagger.

Always figured if Bob Lee
Swagger showed up at my door,

trouble would be right behind.

You preparing for battle?

Better to be prepared

than wind up
with your dick hanging out.

Yes, sir.

This was such a bad idea.

You served with my dad.

We trained together.

Yeah, I couldn't get
much detail from his file.

Read like a black ops unit.

I don't know for certain.

I washed out.

He tried to help me, though.
He was good that way.

Always trying
to make you better.

When your dad first
contacted me after the war,

he was asking questions
about the men running the unit.

Got killed two weeks later.

That's when I moved up here.

You were thinking
they're coming for you too.

You're not supposed
to ask questions.

It's the first thing
they taught us.

Maybe you should
heed their advice.

Too late for that.

Harris, stay low!

I'll call an ambulance.

Mantel piece.

The shadow box.

Take it.

I got it.

Trap door in the kitchen.

It leads to a crawl space.

Harris,
when I say go,

you run to that trap door
as fast as you can.

He's dead.

Pull your shit together!

If you go into shock,
you're no good to either of us.

Got it?

Yeah.

We need Downey alive!

All right,
run to the car.

I'm gonna lay down cover.

- I don't think I can...
- Do it!

Okay.

Ah!

Oh, shit.

Now can we call the police?

Those men
weren't just coming for me.

They wanted you.

Why?

You must know
more than you think.

Man, I told you.
We can't go to the police.

Atlas has their hands
in everything.

You're being paranoid.

We call 911,
I guarantee you

a truck full of good ole boys
with ARs will show up.

I don't know
anything about Atlas.

You sure about that?

'Cause Red's sending his dudes
after you for a reason.

Fine... you know what?
You got me, okay?

I'm a... I'm a spy.

Harris Downey,
international man of mystery.

Well,
you must know something,

even if you don't know
what you know.

Where are we going?

Somewhere safe.

See?

Not so easy to get
Bob Lee Swagger, after all.

What are you talking about?

I told you it wasn't easy.

Even Salinger
couldn't get it done.

Heard he and his boys
got shot in the woods

like a couple of dogs...

Salinger is dead
because of your mistake.

Now don't you go on
peacocking around me again,

or I will feed you
to Swagger myself.

Ugh.
Carlita fucked us.

She cleared out.

Atlas is just
better at this than us.

For all we know,
they grabbed her

when we were chasing
that agent.

Bullshit.
She played us.

Of course you're not angry.

I'm saving it
for the right time.

Yeah, well,
now we're back with nothing.

We might have something.

Atlas satphone.
We just need to access it.

She left her
password generator.

Of course.

She wanted us
to take out that agent

so she can intercept
the cleaner herself.

Guess this is our consolation
prize for being duped.

What?

I'm just wondering

how many more of you
are out there...

former Atlas agents
with a personal grudge.

You look like a new man.

I guess I am.

I wanted to be the first one

to officially welcome you
to the family.

This family have a name?

Thank you.

You're gonna have
to get used to staying here

until we can find a place
to put you.

Yeah, I'll be okay
as long as, uh,

nobody else dies
on top of me today.

Yeah, man,
I know that was some...

heavy shit, but,

you kinda kicked ass.

Thanks.

Smart man.

Again, thank you.

No, not you, dude... Colby.

That patch is from
the Phoenix program.

And this one was buried
with my dad.

That's why there's so much
redacted intel in here.

Hayes used to meet
with a bunch

of old Phoenix guys
once a month.

I always just thought it was
some veterans' outreach.

That's weird.

Government said the Phoenix
program ended after the war.

What if they just
changed their name?

To... Atlas?

If Phoenix became Atlas,

then my dad was
one of the founding fathers.

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