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Previously on "Shooter"...

Your former boss was holding
on to something of mine...

A decryption device.
We call it the God Box.

- We don't have it.
- Then Gregson does.

Show me the card.

Still doing their dirty work,
I see.

She slipped it to me.

That card is all Alice wants
right now.

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

Why did you pay Rick Culp
to help Jimmy Poole escape

- from prison?
- No idea what you're

talking about.

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

I'm gonna tell Swagger
everything I know and then...

I served with a kid
not much older than you.

A Corporal named Gutierrez,
shot himself in the leg

horsing around one night.

I'm looking for some
information on a Marine

wounded in Vietnam in 1970.

Uh, Corporal Gutierrez.

Who's this?

Ramon Gutierrez.

Patricia Gregson said you
wanted to talk to me.

For all this trouble,
this guy better know something

about Atlas.

Gregson made sure
to put us in touch with him

before she died.
Had to be a reason.

- It's risky.
- Gutierrez won't meet with us

unless we follow
his instructions.

All right, you go right,
I'll go left.

We'll meet up at bus 168
to Bloomsville.

- And if there's trouble?
- Handle it, and we'll meet

- back at the bunker in D.C.
- Copy that.

Yeah, there it is.
Silver Spring. Come on.

Where the hell are you?

Yo, yo!
Hold up, hold up!

I got on the wrong bus.
Sorry, man.

Cutting it close, no?

I wanted to make sure
we were clean.

Ladies and gentlemen,

- I apologize for the delay...
- Now what?

All Gutierrez said was

get off at the stop
in Bloomsville, Maryland.

So we just sit tight.

I don't think... I can't...
I don't think I can do this.

This decryption card says
"Titan Incorporated."

Your friend, Rebecca Simmons,
works for Titan Incorporated.

I know, but I've barely
spoken to her since college.

We just like each other's posts

and wish each other
happy birthday.

She's just gonna be suspicious
that I wanna see her

all of a sudden.

Not if you pretend
it's a dinner date.

Flirt and ask her if she's
seeing anyone,

then guide the conversation
to work

then the decryption card.

I don't like toying
with people's emotions.

You're not doing it
to be cruel.

You're doing it to survive.

Because if you can't put your
contacts to good use

and make this happen,
then you're not

worth our protection.

Who are you, again?

- A friend.
- Um, okay.

Well, no offence, friend,
but that's not the kind

of protection I want, okay?

Is she one of us now?

Harris, you said you wanted
to help.

So help.

Well, I guess it's
too late now.

There she is.

Okay, make sure you sit
by a window,

- otherwise we can't protect you.
- Okay.

And keep your phone on.
We'll be listening.

- Okay.
- And don't mention the card

right away.
Be smooth.

Smooth.

Even if Rebecca has intel,
Harris doesn't have the skills

to extract it.

I know.

So what are we doing here?

We need to keep an eye
on them.

You know, I get why you
wouldn't tell him

the whole plan,
but why keep me in the dark?

Because I don't trust you.

You notice?

This bus just got on
a highway headed south

when Bloomsville is north.

I'll go ask the bus driver
if he got lost.

No, I'll go.

I don't want you shooting the
guy for making a wrong turn.

- Isaac.
- Don't.

Gutierrez?

Nice to meet you.

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Where the hell
did you get this?

Your online dating profile.

Said I was looking
for a man in uniform.

You don't think that's me
in the photo.

But... you can't
change the past.

You can't hide from it,
either.

Accidental discharge after
a drunken celebration

one night post-mission.

Your father tell you
that story?

All that would be in a file
somewhere for Atlas to have.

That's true.

Which is why I've been hiding
since Earl Swagger

was assassinated.

Well, if you're that scared,
you must know

why they killed him.

I wouldn't endanger my
associates by letting them

hear my secrets.

Follow me.

So you're not Atlas,
but you're a drug trafficker?

I needed an income when
I went off the grid.

And this is medicine,

- not heroin.
- So, what's the plan?

You gonna lecture us
on the healing powers of weed,

or can we get down
to business?

We're not doing anything
until I know you're not

being tracked.

Change your clothes.

These don't look my size.

You could have a device
sewn into the fabric.

Come on, man, we got nothing
to be ashamed of.

I'm being modest
for your sake.

I wanted to reach out when I
heard Senator Hayes died,

but I just figured you
probably needed space.

Yeah, yeah, that was...
that was difficult.

- Uh...
- I'm glad you called.

It just always felt like

you were one of the good guys.

Oh, well, you know, I try.

- You know how D.C. is.
- Yeah, oh, my God, right?

Down is up and up is down.
Right, yeah, it's bad.

I... I found something when I
was going through, uh,

Hayes' stuff,
cleaning it out.

Um, this little card thing.

Real smooth, Harris.

- Do you know what that is?
- Yeah, and there's no way

you should have this. This is
way above your clearance.

Okay, well, what are
you doing with it?

I am taking this key to HQ
and reporting you.

Otherwise I'm getting fired,
maybe even facing prosecution.

Okay, hold on, hold on,
hold on.

I came to you in good faith,
okay?

Just... what is it?
What is it?

Why didn't you turn this in
with the rest of Hayes' things?

Because the Senator
told me to keep it

in case, you know,
something happened to him.

But he didn't tell you
what it does?

You're a shitty liar, Harris.

You come with me.
Now.

We're on our way.

Come on, let's go.

All right, there you go.

Thanks.

What do you got there?

Oh, Bob Lee is being asked
to give, uh,

an official statement
in a missing persons case.

Wait, who is missing?

Mmm, Rick Culp.

Says that he was a guard at the
Wilson Prison and Bob Lee was

one of the last people to speak
to him before he disappeared.

Mmm.

Well, this... this law firm
is no joke.

Has he ever gotten one
of these before?

No, but, I mean,
people come after Bob Lee

in so many different ways.

Always seems harmless at first,
but I've learned to see

through the smoke screen.

So, what do you do?

You just ignore it?

I would if it came from some
two-bit lawyer,

but it is the biggest law firm
in Texas, so...

There's money behind it.

Okay, we jumped through
all your hoops.

Now talk.

Why did Atlas kill my father?

Your father was gonna tell
the world about them.

Not just that they existed,
but how they operated.

Where they got their money.
Everything.

What do you mean
by everything?

We already know that his dad
was one of Atlas'

- founding members.
- He was indeed.

He was also living proof
of some of Atlas'

earliest war crimes.

Your father had innocent blood
on his hands.

All right, you're trying
to say he was a war criminal?

Come on, man, he ran

one black ops unit.
There were probably

dozens of others just like it.

But those units didn't go on

to become Atlas.
Your father's did.

Yeah, but he didn't
know that.

- If he had, he...
- He would have done what?

Stopped it?

Pull your head out
of your ass.

Deep down you know he had
a darkness inside him.

War puts a darkness inside
of everyone.

There's war,
and there's what we did...

which was a whole new
level of evil.

Your father wasn't just
following orders.

He was vetting targets,

volunteering his tactical
expertise.

And no one had to twist his arm
to do it.

You gotta give us
some names and dates.

Intel we can verify.

July, 1970.

By then, our orders
weren't coming down

through the chain
of command.

Where were your orders
coming from?

A shadow faction
inside the Pentagon.

Not the kind you find
on any org chart.

Sergeant Swagger.

Hi.

You should know
that I consider

this meeting unnecessary.

I'm only here because
the secretary insisted.

He must place a high
value on this target, then.

Katherine Mayfield.

Top of her class at MIT.
Kissinger recruited her.

She was the brain
behind our operations.

Tell me I didn't just
travel 8,200 miles

for you to show me
stick figure drawings.

The missions you're sending
us lack an understanding

of what's really going on here
on the ground.

They've been successful
by my count.

Because I've been able
to improvise around

your lack of imagination.

Your math is good
at picking missions,

but it's horrible
at predicting

how things will go down
in combat.

For instance, our next mission,
Dat Van Thieu.

You got us backed up against
this river,

and you've bet our asses on him
being in his bedroom

when we arrive.

He will be.
I've studied his routines.

It's almost a certainty.

The only certainty is that
things will go sideways

once bullets start flying.

What do you suggest?

Katherine Mayfield spent
the next 40 years

planning Atlas missions.

Thanks to your dad, she
learned how to trap targets

no matter which way
they tried to run.

Nadine and I learned
that Atlas uses

probability calculations to
position their assassins.

How do you know my dad met
with this Mayfield person

at all if you weren't there?

Earl told us in the mission
brief that night.

And then we went out
to do the job

using our new operating
principles.

Everything changed.
No uniforms.

No dog tags.
Non-American weapons.

Our target was a VC general
who slipped across the border

to secure black market weapons
for the Vietcong.

Earl and I were responsible
for killing the general.

One glance around
the target's room,

and I knew something was off.

Yeah, there were
guards outside,

but he didn't have any
military gear or weapons.

Just some fancy-ass suits
and shoes.

- What are you waiting for?
- This guy is no general.

This guy is the mission.

Check it out.
I'll cover.

- Oh, my God.
- What?

- We need to report this.
- What good would it do?

What's done is done.

Let's go.

This crazy old man
has wasted our time.

What reason would I have
to make any of this up?

Hey, you gotta listen to this
like he's not talking about

- your father.
- Yeah, but he is.

And I know who my father was.

He was a guy who seemed
to enjoy Vietnam way more

than he liked
raising his family.

And his way of dealing with
that was running off

and being a hero all the time.

But he had a code.

There were lines
he wouldn't cross.

Yeah, he was a hard ass,

but deep down he was
a good man.

You've got no clue
what it's like.

Your father's entire focus was
to complete the mission

no matter the cost.

Over and over and over again.

That type of grind...

it'll have you doing things
you never imagined.

Trust me.

Give us our stuff back
and point us in the direction

of the nearest town.

You want to leave, fine.

But I won't have you
compromising our location.

Give me some time
to make arrangements.

Next time you wanna blame
the fog of war

for all the shit you pulled,
just remember...

when you sold me out, you'd
been out of the core for years.

Becca, I'm sorry.
I didn't...

I didn't mean for any
of this to happen.

Someone tried to kill us.

We have got to go
to the police.

- We can't trust the police.
- Who the hell is she?

Her name's Nadine.
She is sort of FBI.

Sort of FBI?
What have you dragged me into?

What is this card?

It's a decryption key.

To a government communications
network.

But you have to access Titan's
internal system

- to know which one.
- Any computer in Titan?

No.

All that stuff happens
on the seventh floor.

- Could you get up there?
- Yeah, I could, but I won't.

Hey, that's my stuff.

Not anymore.
You need to go into hiding.

- That's insane.
- I can get you somewhere safe.

Why would I go
anywhere with you?

Rebecca, you have every right
to be mad at me.

But for your own safety,
you have to trust them.

I'll take my chances
on my own.

Rebecca...

I guess she looks
similar enough.

You're prettier, though.

This is what you were
actually after, right?

Seems I don't have to explain
things to you after all.

If you impersonate her,
you'll have to go in unarmed.

Don't worry about me.

I'll get what I need.

How the hell did
you get back here?

Oh, I just smiled and told
your men that you summoned me,

and they ushered me
right this way.

Well, why don't you take your
fake-ass smile

and get off our property?

Go fetch me a brush, Junior.

This mud's a lot tougher
than I thought it would be.

I believe you'll
find one in the shed.

I apologize for my son's lack
of hospitality, Ms. Swagger.

What can I do for you today?

I was wondering if you could
explain this to me.

Well, I must confess
my confusion.

This letter would indicate
a problem with the Culp family.

Yes, but I asked around today
and it didn't take long

to learn that you're the one
paying for the investigation

into Rick Culp's disappearance.

Well, that's some impressive
investigating on your part,

Ms. Swagger.

Try to keep my charitable
efforts anonymous.

Why do you care
about Rick Culp?

His family came to me
for help.

They fear he might've
been murdered.

I'm just trying to be
a good neighbor.

What would happen if I just
balled this up

- and threw it away?
- Ooh.

Well, if Bob Lee
didn't respond,

I imagine that the missing
man's family would be furious.

Hmm.

And if any harm came
to Bob Lee,

folks would point the blame
at the Culp family.

That's a horrible thought
to even contemplate,

Ms. Swagger.

But I do see the logic
in your thinking.

Now, as nice as it's been
meeting you,

I really should get back
to my work.

I know you can find
your way out.

I don't understand why her
husband is still alive.

You know, I had hoped
that by this time

you would have
learned to use your mind

before your mouth
just every once in a while.

When these are clean,
I'll see you inside.

Ma, I can't because
it's a secret.

If I tell you,
it won't be a secret.

Yeah, I'll try to call you
in a few days.

No, Ma, no, I'm not gonna
tell you from where.

- Your ride's here.
- Hey.

This photo's
dated July, 1970.

That's the same month that you
said you saw my dad

kill civilians.

My accident occurred
the night we got back

from that mission.

Couldn't have been too
disturbed by what you saw

if you partied all night
and smiled for the photo.

I smiled because your father
was sending me home.

Really?
Thanks for waiting on me, guys.

- Took you long enough.
- Oh, come on, now.

Oh, shut it.
Here.

Where's my whiskey?

One of you guys gonna
deal me in?

Sure, sarge.
Pull up a chair.

You're looking a little glum

for someone who just survived
a suicide mission.

You forget what you
signed up for, Ramon?

Hmm?

This unit is responsible
for taking out

anyone who threatens
the war effort.

Collateral damage
is unavoidable.

Collateral damage?

Hey.
Look at me.

Look at me, God damn it.

You don't like it, there's only
two ways out of this.

One of them's in a body bag.

The other is you keep
your ass in line.

Choose wisely.

I knew Earl was right.

I got myself into
the situation.

And only I could
get myself out.

- Your father acted surprised...
- Aah!

and let the guys believe
it was an accident.

Then he signed paperwork

saying I was injured
during the mission.

In exchange,
I smiled for the picture

the next day and kept
my mouth shut.

Years later,
I learned that our mission

in Cambodia wasn't even
about the war.

The general was a drug smuggler
who wouldn't share his routes.

That woman we killed
was a prostitute.

- That's bullshit.
- Bob Lee...

No, there's no way my dad
would have encouraged

- that kind of cowardice.
- Cowardice?

Shooting myself was the single
bravest thing I did

during the war.

Your father even said as much
when he called me years later.

He called you?

Just a few weeks
before he died.

He said he wanted
to expose Atlas.

Well, did he say why he was
finally ready to come clean?

No, he was killed
before we could meet.

What do you know
about Atlas now?

Nothing.

But there is someone else
you could talk to.

Katherine Mayfield.

After Vietnam,
she became something

of a dark lord in the Pentagon
until she retired abruptly

- a few years back.
- Where is she?

Last I heard,

she was committed to a
psychiatric hospital upstate.

So she's crazy?

Not necessarily.

Well, either way,
we should talk to her.

It would be much wiser
to disappear.

There's no sense in running.
We got something Atlas wants.

They're not gonna stop
coming after it.

My advice...
give it back to them.

Or get as far away from it
as possible.

The more you dig,
the more you'll suffer.

The vehicle is clean.

Shouldn't have any problem
getting where you're going.

I always thought
drug traffickers

prefer flashier rides.

Only if they wanna get caught.

Something on your mind, son?

You left Phoenix,
but my dad stayed.

Presumably kept doing
horrible things.

I'm just wondering why.

Your father loved
his country.

And like a lot of people,
he'd lost his way.

Take some comfort in the fact

that he wanted
to make it right.

He just... never got the chance.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hi, I, uh... I'm
headed into town.

- Do you need anything?
- Oh, no, I'm good.

Thank you.

Wow, Bob Lee's really making
some progress.

Yeah, well, he thinks
he can do anything.

That's not new, Julie.

You know, I distinctly remember
you saying that you liked

that about him when
you guys first met.

Yeah, that's true.

I guess I thought after all
this time, though,

you know, we would take on
the world together

instead of him doing it
all by himself.

My mistake was wishing
and hoping

instead of making it happen.

But I did figure out
that Red Bama

had that letter sent today.

Yeah, I had him explain
it to me, and he, uh,

well, he showed
his hand a little.

The cattle rancher?
How is he mixed up in all this?

Yeah, he's the only one who
knows the truth about who

killed Bob Lee's father.

- Hi, Rebecca.
- Hey.

Don't answer.
Could be Atlas.

Hello?

Hey, I'm trying to get
a hold of Nadine.

- Why won't she answer?
- It's Bob Lee.

Uh, yeah, she won't pick up
because she's in Titan,

which blocks all electronic
communication inside or out.

You sent her in blind
and alone?

No one sent her.
Nadine's calling the shots.

All right, just text
us your location

and we'll be there soon.

Back when Earl was killed,

Red Bama owned two
slaughterhouses

with cattle on 100 acres.

He was just a... a
pissant upstart.

So how is it Red pulled the
strings behind Earl's murder?

I don't think that Red
was at the center of it.

Well, if that's the case,
how do you connect Red

- to the murder?
- Well, through Jimmy Poole.

Look, I don't think that Jimmy
escaped prison work detail

at Bama's slaughterhouse.

I think that Red helped
get him out.

Supposition.

Okay.

- You want the facts.
- I do.

Three months after Earl dies,
Red gets a sweetheart deal

for 2,000 acres
of government land.

Within a year,
he gets appointed

under-secretary in the
Agricultural Department,

despite being unqualified
for the job.

It's thin.

But it's something.

How far are you willing
to go with it?

All the way.

Morning.

Don't think
I've seen you around.

It's my first day.

Shit.

- Hey, what's the situation?
- Nadine is blown.

She needs some
help getting out.

Plus some cops just walked in
that did not look like

typical DCPD.

You got a clean phone?

- 911, what's your emergency?
- There's a bomb inside

the headquarters
at Titan Incorporated.

It's about to go off.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please proceed

to the nearest exit.

Ladies and gentlemen, please
proceed to the nearest exit.

Hey, hey, I'm with Homeland.

You gotta leave
the building immediately.

- Sir, you can't come in here.
- There's a bomb.

Did you hear me?
There is a bomb

- in this building.
- I don't care...

It's been confirmed.
We all gotta evacuate.

You hear that?

People, there's a bomb
in this building!

It could go off any minute!
Let's move, move!

This way, this way, everyone.
Come on.

Unit three, we're headed up
the north stairwell.

- Copy that.
- Step aside.

Come on, people.
Move it.

Hey, you, hold it!

Sir, you have
to evacuate immediately.

I left my keys in the desk.
I gotta go grab them.

No, I can't let
you do that, sir.

You're carrying a Maxim 9.

Is that standard issue
for a c...

Clear the 7th floor.
She hasn't left the building.

At least the authorities
are taking our bomb threat

pretty seriously.

It would be disturbing
if they didn't.

Shouldn't have let Bob Lee
talk me into staying out here.

You're not the first person
he's done that to.

Hogging the hero spotlight
is one of his many talents.

So now what?

How's Atlas likely
to respond to this?

They'll send in half
a dozen hitters,

activate any sleeper agents
who've been

working at Titan all along,
and send an extraction team

for when it's done.

So somewhere around here,
they have people waiting

- to pick them up?
- Yeah.

- Let's find them.
- Get out.

If Nadine escaped,
she'll need a ride, ASAP.

Right, yeah.

I'm in pursuit of target
on the sixth floor.

All agents converge
on the sixth floor.

Code green. You're authorized
to terminate target on sight.

That's the fifth time that
police van's circled by.

You're right.

Or else we're about to start
a war with legit cops.

Why would legit cops be
circling around outside

the security perimeter?

I'll get in position.

Hey!

DCPD on sight.
All agents pull back.

I surrender.
I'm unarmed.

All right, just keep
those hands in the air.

- Slowly.
- I'm unarmed, I surrender.

Okay. That's far enough.

While you were gone,
two dozen more cops showed up.

How does this end well
for Nadine?

It doesn't.

Ms. Swagger.

After thinking about it
for a bit,

my son would like to apologize
to you for the way

he spoke to you before.

Junior?

I'm sorry for cussing you
and insulting you,

Mrs. Swagger.

I actually think you have
a beautiful smile.

Thank you.

I hope you'll accept
my apology as well.

I should have
raised him better.

Well, apology accepted.

Especially since I thought you
were here to talk me out

of a wrongful death suit
that Sam was filing

against you today.

I'm not real big on wasting
time, Ms. Swagger.

And given your husband's
stubborn nature,

I don't imagine I can talk
a Swagger out of anything.

I was just here
to speak with Sam...

- to reason with him man to man.
- Well, Sam is out.

I can see that.

And it looks to me like
the rumors about Sam closing

- up shop might be true.
- Yeah, he is retiring.

Good for him, good for him.
He deserves a rest.

It seems kind of odd to me
that he'd take on a new case

this close to the end.

Well, Sam's always had
a knack for picking good cases.

Maybe he wants to go out
with a win.

Well, I think you're gonna
have a hard time coming up

with any evidence to back your
claim after more than 30 years.

Yet here you are.

Makes me wonder why.

Maybe a jury will wonder,
too.

Know that if you go forward
with this,

I intend not only to win,

I intend to make everyone
involved very sorry

that they bothered.

You tell Sam I dropped by
to wish him well.

Not many people in this life
make it to retirement.

He should consider himself
one of the lucky ones.

All right, let's think.

All right, if the real
cops have her,

she's probably here
at central booking.

If not, she's already dead.

Let's assume she's alive
and figure out a way

to get in there.

So what, we're... we're gonna
assault a police station?

- Not we, Harris.
- This is insane.

All we need to do is get
Nadine back.

Then she can tell us
what's on the card.

I'm afraid this whole
discussion is pointless, guys.

I mean, that police station
is more secure

- than the Pentagon.
- She's right.

After 9-11, all
the D.C. government buildings

got a major security upgrade.

You'd need a tank
to get in there.

If we can't get in,
Atlas can't get in, either.

There's no official ID
Atlas can't spoof.

I'm sure
they're already inside.

Then we sit on the place
and see if they move her.

What if they already have?

Get up.
You're being moved.

- Moved to where?
- Hands through the bars now.

I want a lawyer.

Non-compliant inmate.
Now!

Hey, look, I'm FBI,
and you don't understand

what's going on here.

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