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Previously on Shooter...

Thought you were here
to talk me out of

a wrongful death suit that

Sam was filing against you today.

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.

- Gutierrez?
- Nice to meet you.

You served
with my father, Earl Swagger.

Which is why I've been hiding

since Earl Swagger
was assassinated.

Just a few weeks
before he died,

he said he wanted
to expose Atlas.

What do you know
about Atlas now?

Nothing.

But there is someone else
you can talk to.

Katherine Mayfield.

After Vietnam, she became
something of a dark lord

- in the Pentagon.
- Where is she?

She was committed to a
psychiatric hospital upstate.

- She's crazy?
- Not necessarily.

You stole something
from the safe.

A decryption card
called the God box.

Red Bama wants it.
That means Atlas wants it.

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

Tell Red he has me to thank when
he realizes how screwed Atlas is.

- She slipped it to me.
- 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.

Nadine is blown. She needs
some help getting out.

People, there's a bomb in this building!
It could go off any minute!

How's Atlas likely
to respond to this?

They'll activate
any sleeper agents

who've been working at Titan
all along,

and send an extraction team
for when it's done.

How does this end well
for Nadine?

I surrender.
I'm unarmed.

Sun's up.
We should go.

Go where?
They moved her.

She could be anywhere by now.

No one left behind.

You know that crap was
invented when we were standing

in a line shooting
at Redcoats in a field.

It's a new world, Swagger.

A new war where the enemy
is invisible

and people don't die.
They disappear.

If Atlas has Nadine,
she's gone.

We don't know
if they have her.

We've gotta try to find her.

Nadine.

Nice to see you all too.

Who are you?

Wanna play Alphabet?

I go through the ABCs,
you tap the wheel when I hit

the first three-letter
agency you work for.

Keep playing it cool,
Memphis.

I know that's your thing.

I'm not here to kill you.

You're too clean-cut
for CIA.

Not ripped enough,
no offense, for DEA.

You're not FBI.
Takes one to know one.

They were right about you.

What you lack in grace,
you make up for in grit.

Dangerous combination.

Who's "they"?

Odd you bringing me here
by yourself.

- No room for mistakes.
- I don't make mistakes.

Private location.

Close enough to the office
just in case the boss calls.

You're DOJ.
But you've gone rogue.

This whole thing is off book.

Stop the theater
and tell me what you want.

Atlas.

Never heard of it.

I've been chasing
Atlas for years.

I can give you an inside track.
We can work together.

- Let me think.
- No.

Three patriots,
once upon a time.

Whoo, boy,
where to start?

Grand theft, assault,
kidnapping.

Of a diplomat. With immunity.
In Germany.

It's a messy business.
I don't have to tell you.

You were there for half of it.

Oh, we got Swagger and Johnson
tracked back to 2012.

Helmand Province.

Stumbled on a big
pile of drugs.

- Finding heroin isn't a crime.
- Selling it is.

- They burned it.
- You sure about that?

Carlos Perez. Banker.

Murdered at point-blank range
in Mexico.

- This is bullshit.
- And then there's you.

You were Patricia Gregson's
pet project.

Seems she thought you were
something special.

She liked that I played
in her game.

She protected you.
More than you know.

Gave you the space you need
for your extracurriculars.

Except she's not around anymore
to pick up after you.

Death is common around you,
isn't it?

You're out of your depth.

We still live under the rule
of law, Memphis.

Cuts both ways.

You have any proof
of any of this crap?

You know that doesn't matter.
It's my truth.

So it's the truth.

And if I'm not interested
in your offer?

Well then, send me a postcard
from Supermax.

'Cause there's enough here to bury
the three of you for a lifetime.

*SHOOTER*
Season 03 Episode 07

*SHOOTER*
Episode Title: "Swing Vote"

Morning.
What are you doing?

I told you I'd help
finish packing.

Found these at the bottom
of a file cabinet.

Look at... Look at that.

Maybe 25.
Just out of law school.

Full of fight.

Oh, you were
handsome as hell.

- Still am, God damn it.
- Oh, God.

Give me a hand.

Take it easy, all right?

Ooh, you okay?

Yeah, just tired, is all.

So, uh...

What was it you couldn't
tell me over the phone?

After you left yesterday,
Bama came by.

- Junior?
- And senior.

Said we need to drop the
wrongful death suit or else.

- He made a threat?
- Came all the way down here

to talk about old
Swagger's death 30 years later.

I'd say we struck a nerve.

But there's still nothing
that says Bama helped

Jimmy Poole escape that day.

Then we still got work to do.

So it has
evacuation routes?

For every VIP in D.C.

Congress, the cabinet,
everybody.

That's not possible.
Evac routes are changed

and re-encrypted every day.

Yeah, well,
this thing decrypts it.

Real-time locations
on everyone from POTUS

all the way down to him.

Over 2,000 people,
where they are...

In case D.C. comes
under attack.

Best way to hit
a protected person

is when they're in transit.

Yep, drop a bomb and snipe
them as they run.

The question is,
when does it happen?

- And who's the target?
- And we got nothing.

Gutierrez did tell us about
this lady who used to

pull the strings for Atlas
for a long time.

Katherine Mayfield.

Yeah, she helped build
the whole thing.

- Back to Vietnam.
- Okay, so where is she?

Armstrong Psychiatric
Hospital.

So our one lead
is in a full side drool,

watching Judge Judy?

Maybe.
Could be a cover.

You guys go.
I gotta run an errand.

Where?

Our DOJ friend Margo said
Gregson hid a burn drive.

Names and dirt on all
the biggest players in Atlas.

I gotta get into Patricia's
house and find it.

Gregson's house
is a crime scene.

Atlas will be watching.

Price of my freedom.

This DOJ agent... Margo.

She just gives you back
the card and lets you

waltz out of there?

She wants to work with us.

- Show of faith, I guess.
- I'll drive.

Shotgun.

Thought you might really
be gone this time.

Crossed my mind too.

Maybe a suicide mission
isn't the next move.

Margo's built a case
against us.

Says she can have you, me,
and Isaac thrown in prison.

For what? -
Pretty much everything

that's happened
since you and the 8113

stumbled onto that heroin.

Margo's good at her job.

We've been off
the reservation so long,

we forget what this might look
like through a legal lens.

Yeah.

I'm glad you're okay.

You're not in this alone.

I know.

Delay?

Red, you know
that's not possible.

Then we run the risk of
the whole thing falling apart.

Where are you with
the card?

It's gotten complicated.

You know who has it?

Swagger and his band
of merry assholes.

Shit.

They know what it does?

They broke into
Titan. Logged on.

So that's a yes.

But they don't know the when.
Or who.

God damn it. I should bring
Hayes back to life just so

I can kill him myself for
screwing this whole thing up.

As I was saying,
we need to reset the clock.

We can't!

Look, this isn't
about you picking

the best day to take
your cattle to market.

The confirmation's already
on the calendar.

This is happening.

We have to make sure it happens
in the right direction.

There may be another problem.

Earl Swagger's evidence
might be in play too.

The day keeps getting
better and better.

Focus on the card.

Once we're through the next week,
the evidence won't mean shit.

This needs to be put to rest.

I got it.

Just pay him off.

No questions, no gum flapping.
You hear me?

Loud and clear.

We're here to see
Katherine Mayfield.

IDs?

Down the hall.
Orderlies will take you in.

She'll be happy to see you.

You're her first visitor
in three years.

You know, this woman,
she used to run ops

for your Pop's unit
back in the day.

You might not wanna hear
what she has to say.

I'm at peace with it.

You're not
at peace with much.

Enter access code.

Go ahead.

This is Jensen.
Armstrong Psychiatric.

Swagger's here.
Thought you should know.

Message received.
Intel will be dispatched.

Thanks.

Katherine Mayfield?

Oh, you took your time.

I've written dozens of letters.

You're lucky
I'm not dead already.

What are you waiting for?

The gas leak's in my room,
not out here.

Um, I think you have us
confused with someone else.

You're not from
the gas company?

No.

Oh.

Silly me.

So, who are you?

Uh, my name
is Bob Lee Swagger.

You served with my father,
Earl.

Too bad. This one
could have been perfect.

Oh, no, no, we just
wanna talk to you.

We're not gonna take
a lot of your time.

If you're here, Mr. Swagger,
there is no more time.

Let's hope Patricia
left us some bread crumbs.

- Stop looking at me.
- Sorry.

Just, uh...

Where you from, Carlita?
You married? Single?

Atlas advised against
relationships.

Mmm, yes.
Fully devoted to the cause.

Some causes are more
important than the bullshit

everyday people tend to value.

Some bullshit is normal.
And healthy.

It's also self-serving.

Atlas is a lifelong commitment,

but it's for something
greater than oneself.

And once you give
yourself to it,

you're in it...

For as long as you
can be of use.

Because going into
each new mission,

there are only two
acceptable outcomes.

A successful mission...
or death.

You don't stop
until you reach one.

That's just how it is.

If you're a true believer,
at least.

Guess you're not
a true believer, then.

Otherwise why would
you be here?

Can I help you?
Go on in.

Damn, Imelda.

Hmm.

How very 2012.

Well, either
Christmas came early this year,

or... you want something big.

Son, you called me.

I'm not selling, so you'd better
tell me what you're buying.

We'd prefer to let
sleeping dogs lie.

And this, uh...
this dog...

is Earl Swagger?

Among others.

You know who killed him?

We both know Jimmy Poole did.

You know there was more
than one shooter.

All I know is Earl's
been dead a long time,

and it needs
to stay that way.

Don't know that Bob Lee
sees it like that.

Finding out you never knew the
truth after all these years,

that... that doesn't sit well
with the man.

You need to stop digging up graves.
All right?

Real ones and otherwise.

Is that it?

20 grand... we drop
the wrongful death suit?

- Is that the offer?
- It's not an offer.

I want Earl's stuff too.

- What stuff?
- His stuff. You know.

His files?

Seems old Earl had some stuff
he wanted to get off his chest.

The hell you talking about,
son?

Look, just
take Swagger the money.

Why?

I know where he'd tell you
to put it...

and there ain't no
spending it there.

Have a good day now.

So the people
you're hiding from,

are they the same people you worked
for with my dad back in Vietnam?

Yes, dear boy,
but I'm not hiding.

You chose to live here?

I'm "diagnosed" as
paranoid schizophrenic.

Atlas put you here.

They didn't have the heart
to kill me.

I didn't have the heart
to do it myself.

So this is our cozy
little arrangement.

I get to live as long as I keep
taking my meds and play nuts.

Play nuts or is nuts?

And the system was working
so nicely until you showed up.

I suppose I will never see
this fountain again.

Actually,
that's kind of a relief.

So, before it's all over,
tell me, Mr. Swagger,

why are you here?

For your father?
Country?

Or do you just love
crazy old broads?

First two.

Earl would have said
the same thing.

What was he like?

A patriot.

Like all of us in Vietnam.

It was...

a noble undertaking,

a revolution in intelligence,
and vital to national security.

Seems like it lost its way.

When things grow too big,
can't control them anymore.

Government, children, lies.

Do you mind if we cut
to the chase?

What is Atlas planning?

- Your friend, he's so impatient.
- Yeah, he's not my friend.

We're trying to stop
an attack on Washington.

We believe innocent people
are gonna die.

Innocent people in Washington.

And you think I'm crazy.

Talk to me.

- I tried, Daddy.
- You tried?

You want
a participation trophy?

Look, I gave him the money.

You know, I told him
to stop investigating,

and that we needed
Earl's stuff back.

You told him what?

You are about as useless as
tits on a bull, you know that?

I did what you asked.
He didn't go for it.

I don't wanna hear any of your
bullshit whining and excuses.

If I wanted that,
I'd have called your mother.

What I need you to do is handle this.
Do you hear me?

- Yes, sir.
- Whatever it takes.

Yes, sir.

You worked with Atlas
for years.

What's their end game?

- Control.
- Of what?

The future. The past.

Hearts and minds.

Can you narrow that
down a bit?

I'm sad you two
aren't friends.

All my friends are dead.

- This is a waste of time.
- Just wait.

We were friends.

Just like I'm sure you
and my dad were friends once.

But then shit flew
out of control.

Now we're just trying
to put things right.

So please just
give us something, anything,

doesn't matter how small.

What's the final check on
absolute power in government?

The people.
The voting booth.

Mmm, four years
is a long time to wait.

The Supreme Court.

Control that,
control everything.

- Senator Hayes...
- Hayes was the kingmaker.

He controlled
the senate judiciary.

He would have picked
the next chief justice.

In other words,
an Atlas pick.

With a four-four split,
that pick is the swing vote.

You control the court.

But Hayes is dead.

That doesn't change
who he already picked.

Or maybe it does.

I'm crazy.
What do I know?

Look, they've been building
up to this for decades.

Gerrymandering.
They control the votes.

Education.
They control the masses.

Money in politics.
Executive power.

But there's still
a constitution.

People still have rights.

Blow up D.C. on top of it,
now you're talking martial law.

Well, then come with us.
Help us end this.

We can protect you.

East wing! East wing!

Find us a way out of here.

- All right.
- I'll stay on him.

Shit!

Shit.

Hold it right there.

Don't you even blink.

I didn't shoot that woman.

On your knees.
Hands where I can see them.

All right, all due respect,
I can't do that, man.

I just...

- Thanks.
- Found a way out.

Fire extinguisher.

Gotcha.

- You have it?
- No, but I know where it is.

How are you so sure?

Surveillance
at Gregson's house paid off.

Carlita Cruise.

She's buddied up
with Swagger's team.

So?

So the bunker's the only
place they've got to go.

What do you need to expedite
its retrieval?

A small army.

I'll send some bodies
over there.

Send them to me.
Take them there myself.

I need to speak
to the judge!

- Sir, just calm down.
- The judge!

Hey. Hi.

Oh, thanks for coming down, Julie.
I didn't know what to do.

Just let me in
to see the damn judge,

- and I'll be on my way.
- Hey. Hey, let's calm down.

Wh-Wh-Why can't he see the judge?

Because the judge he's asking
for has been dead

- for 15 years.
- Oh, shit!

Okay, thanks.
Hey, Sam, come on.

Let's walk outside for a second.
Let's get some fresh air.

He tried... he tried
to bribe us, Julie.

I got the whole thing on tape.

Just need the judge to...

Okay, hey,
let's calm down, okay?

Just stop for a second, okay?

Talk to me.
How can I help you?

I thought I had more time.

Okay, look, when you retire, you're
gonna have more time. All right?

I'm sick, Julie.

What do you mean?

I'm dying.

Sam, what are you...
what are you talking about?

I kept losing my keys, I...

find myself in the kitchen, not
knowing how the hell I got there.

Doctor says
it's the size of a pea.

Ain't done growing yet.

That's why I accepted
your offer to help me out.

I... figured... at least
get my affairs in order.

Listen to me. There's a lot of
really great doctors

- out there. No, no, let's get
- No, this... this...

- a second opinion on this, okay?
- This is...

what it is.

I don't wanna die like this.

I'm gonna forget who I am.

I wanna die on my terms.

No, you... you can't do that.

A man is the sum
of his memories.

If those are gone,
who am I?

Mayfield said Hayes made
the pick before he died.

- When are they gonna announce it?
- Soon.

How do we stop a nomination
before it happens?

You can't.

And I... I realize it'll be a dark
day if Atlas ever gets somebody

on the Supreme Court, but
you're forgetting something,

which is that the senate
still has to confirm them.

If Atlas already has their guy locked
and loaded, why attack Washington?

Must be worried
about the Senate.

So they attack D.C...

then pick off the senators
who are opposed to him,

using the evacuation plans
decrypted by the card.

Destroy the card,
destroy their plans.

Destroy the card,
they're gone.

Guys, they're not gone yet.
They're here.

What the hell
is Red Bama doing here?

You think I got
on that list by accident?

Wait.
Let's be civil.

Knock, knock.

Now, I'll get right to it.

You can either come out here
and bring me the card,

or we can go in there
and take it.

But I gotta warn you,
the latter will end in violence.

This place
is impenetrable, right?

Nothing's impenetrable.

Good talk.

I vote for violence.

Get in there!

Everybody, get down!

Everybody okay?

Oh, my God.
The card!

No, leave it.
We gotta go.

No, we can't
risk them finding it.

Draw them away.
I'll keep looking.

Is there
another way out?

There's a tunnel on the other
side, but it's walled in.

We'll make our own exit.

Harris, grab this.

Yeah, yeah.
All right.

This way.

Moving.

- Exit's behind that wall.
- Buy us some time.

I've got eyes on Swagger.

Bring Swagger to me.
And that goddamn card.

Copy.

I want that card intact.

Swagger,
I will take either way.

Do you hear me?
I want Swagger dead or alive.

Well, then come and get me,
or I come get you.

Either way,
it ends in violence.

Time to man up, son.

All right.

- Hey, babe.
- Hey, you guys safe?

Yeah, we're fine.

Lots to talk about.
It's been quite a day.

Mary wanted Anne to read
to her tonight,

and they both ended up
falling asleep.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, just, uh, promise me
that whatever you and Sam

are into with Red Sr.,
you don't take it too far.

Where is this coming from?

Trust me, Red Sr.
Is not to be underestimated.

Just use precaution.

I am, but I have to tell you
that we already filed

the wrongful death suit
against him.

What?

Sam says that there's enough
evidence for us to move forward,

so we're going to.

Julie, these Bamas
are dangerous people.

They're not gonna let you
do this without a fight.

Well, we'll be ready for one.

Yeah, it's not
that kind of fight.

It's time.

Listen,
there's something about Sam...

All right, I gotta go, but, uh, just
make sure Sam knows the risks, okay?

- Okay.
- All right. Love you.

You've reached Sam Vincent.
Please leave a message.

- Isaac's in position?
- Yeah.

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Margo wants
Patricia's burn drive.

It's the only reason
she hung our files out.

- And if you're wrong?
- Then I'm wrong.

Tomorrow's another day.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm just wondering how
deep this rabbit hole goes.

Let's find out.

You could have gotten
this yourself.

Why the cloak
and dagger routine?

There are people on the DOJ,
people I work for I can't trust.

Anonymity is survival.

Hiding is not gonna
help us expose Atlas.

And how's your way
working out?

Well, we have this,
don't we?

Which has annoyed the shit out of
Atlas, but has it stopped them?

I don't like her.

You're not
a people person.

No, but that lady's a Fed.

That's a special
kind of dislike.

Do you like people?

No, not really.

I like my country.

Is it worth dying over?

I've given it everything else.

Okay, so you have
all the answers.

Then tell us,
how do we end Atlas?

I don't have answers,
Memphis.

What I have are facts.

I tried that.
It's encrypted.

Yeah, by me.

Huh, guess you were closer
to Gregson than I was.

We all have our secrets.

My boss in the DOJ
was investigating Atlas.

Gregson was helping him.
It was completely off book.

And then she died,

my boss disappeared,
and so did these names.

So you have a few names.
How's that gonna help us?

These aren't just any names.

Heads of Atlas,
with dirt on all of them.

That's Andrew Gold.

Chief of Staff
to the President.

And many, many others.

Believe me, they will take
any necessary measures

to preserve their agenda.

In, um...
in the matter of Ulis vs...

Ulis vs. Beckett County, the
plaintiff respectfully asks...

I'm closed.

Door was open.

Was just about to lock up.

This'll only
take a minute.

We're not interested
in Daddy's money, Junior.

Move along before
this gets away from you.

First of all,
that deal's expired.

Secondly...

don't call me Junior!

You should have
played ball, old man.

Swaggers ain't worth
dying over.

Now, I want Earl's evidence,
and I want it now.

Go ahead and kill me. It'll
prove how much of an idiot

Red's got for a son.

You piece of shit!

Sam.

Hey, Sam.

Hey, I'm right here.
Can you hear me?

Okay, stay with me, okay?
I'm right here.

911, what's your emergency?

Hi, I need an ambulance
right now.