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Previously on "Shooter"...

What can I do for you, Captain?

This was written to the President,

states that in 21 days he'll be executed.

I'm asking for your help. Your
country needs you, Bob Lee.

- What did he want?
- Nothing, baby.

She said he offered you a job.

Some sniper made a crazy
threat against the President.

President's visit means they
prioritize potential threats

into three groups.

If someone seems off,

send it to me, and
I'll pass it along.

Jack Payne, Bob Lee Swagger.

Payne's Counterterrorism.

If he's hunting, he's
gonna wait for his shot,

and it'll be perfect.

I need a complete work-up.

Distances, location
possibilities, everything.

Knowing exactly where the
President will be standing

gives Solotov an advantage
that's almost unbeatable.

He knows the window
around the event,

and he knows the exact
moment to take the shot,

and he's gonna take it from here.

It's Payne. He's not here.

What? I made a mistake!

Hey, Swagger.

Stay on the ground, now!
Hands behind your head!

My name is Bob Lee Swagger.
I did not kill the President.

My wife, my daughter,
make sure they're safe.

Why would your wife and
daughter be in danger?

Hey, talk to me.

President, not hit. Repeat.
The President, not hit.

- Then what happened?
- He missed.

He killed the Ukrainian president.

Tragedy has struck with an attack

on the presidential
convoy in Seattle.

Viktor Abromovich has been killed

during an apparent attempt on
the life of the U.S. President.

We will bring you more details

as we receive them.

Angel, ready for takeoff.

Wheels up as soon as
Flashlight is aboard.

Bravo team to Angel.

It was fully searched. Inside is clear.

- They got him.
- Who?

The shooter.

Some guy named Bob Lee Swagger.

The crazy bastard jumped out
of a window to avoid being shot.

And he lived?

Yeah, unbelievable, right?

They're taking him to USW.

You said Swagger? I served with that guy.

He's a Marine Sniper.
I better get over there.

- Clear the room.
- Yes, sir.

You too, Doctor.

I want my lawyer.

And I wanted tickets to
"Hamilton" for Christmas.

His name is Sam Vincent.

This is FBI Special
Agent-in-Charge,

Howard Utey, Seattle office,
conducting an interview

with Bob Lee Swagger in
the USW Medical Center,

date and time stamped on this recording.

Mr. Swagger, were you acting alone

when you tried to assassinate

the President of the United States?

My name is John Dominguez, Mrs. Swagger.

I'm the Assistant
Special Agent-in-Charge.

I've been here six hours.

I want to talk to my daughter.

She's staying with my
sister, Anna Wallingford.

Please get her on the phone.

Did you husband ever
give you any indication

that he was gonna
assassinate the President?

No, because he didn't do it.

This is insane.

I came to you, remember?

Now, I want to speak with my daughter.

You want to help your family?

Someone get her some fresh clothes.

Answer my question.

And get me the sister's phone number.

If you don't answer it, then
we'll start with obstruction

and end with Mary having
both parents in prison,

not just one.

Did your husband ever
give you any indication

that he was gonna attempt the
assassination of the President?

I heard the President wasn't hit.

The Ukrainian president was.

Well, that's how you
know it wasn't my husband.

Bob Lee Swagger doesn't miss.

It's your daughter.

- Mary?
- Hey, Mommy.

Hi, hi, sweetheart. Hold on.

- Can I have a moment, please?
- Yeah, of course.

When are you coming home?

What the hell do you think
you're doing, Memphis?

I know that look, sir. My mother had it.

Her husband was a Marine.

She's used to being a single parent.

The most important thing
to a single parent, her kid.

Letting her talk to her
kid was an act of trust.

If she's gonna say
anything, she'll say it now.

Bringing in Swagger may
have bought you some rope,

just make sure you don't
hang yourself with it.

Get in there and get her talking.

Okay, Mr. Utey, you've had your moment.

Time to respect the Constitution again.

Sam Vincent, I represent Mr. Swagger.

I'll look forward to receiving

a copy of that recording from your office.

I hope you like the sound of my voice,

'cause your client didn't say a word.

That's because he's very smart.

Now, start at the beginning

and don't leave out any detail.

They could be hiding recording
devices anywhere in this room.

Wouldn't matter anyway.

None of it'd be admissible.

I'm not worried about a trial.

I'm not gonna make it that far.

_

They read you your rights?

Twice.

I'm sorry about dragging
you into this, Sam.

I'm in deep shit.

You didn't drag me into anything.

Your daddy would crawl out
of his grave and hunt me down

if I didn't come.

Mary is with your
sister-in-law,

and Julie's at the FBI.

They haven't charged her
with anything, but, my guess,

she won't be taking any vacations soon.

She won't be going home either.

They emptied out your house

and moved its contents
to a federal warehouse.

You had research on
how to take the shot,

locations, trajectories,

photos.

News reports are indicating the Feds

have security footage
of you two weeks ago

scouting the shot.

And they're already issuing warrants

to check private security cameras.

Finally, there's the
matter of your weapons.

Seven long rifles, semi-automatic,

bolt action, hand guns,

thousands of rounds of ammo,

powder, copper,

and, of course, the murder weapon.

Forensics recovered the
slug about 30 minutes ago.

The evidence is compelling.

I'd say for a guy who spent his entire life

learning to be invisible,

you certainly left a lot of crumbs.

Hell, you left the whole damn cake.

Does that sound like me?

All right, what's next?

Because your injuries
are not life-threatening,

you're being moved to
a federal penitentiary.

Jesus.

I've arranged for protective custody

until your arraignment.

Anything you can tell me

that would be helpful?

_

Disgraced Marine
sniper Bob Lee Swagger

arrived in federal prison today

where he faces a litany of charges,

including the assassination...

Yo, there he is!

Your country needs you, Bob Lee.

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God damn it.

This shit is rigged.

Isaac.

Hey.

You want a game?

Hey.

Swagger survived a three-story fall.

No one could've predicted that.

Sloppy.

You wanted Payne on the job. I didn't.

Payne is a pit bull. You've got the leash.

Don't play victim. It doesn't suit you.

When are you going back to Russia?

Jet's waiting.

Air travel is still restricted.

We're wheels up when I get on the plane.

The advantage of working for the Company.

He'll talk eventually.

Time has a way of
playing with a man's mind,

especially when he's locked up.

Trust me. I know.

You don't know Swagger.

You set him up, framed him for a murder,

and tried to kill him.

Don't give me this
semper fi shit, okay?

It's not about loyalty.

It's about strategy.

He knows his family's exposed.

They're gonna arraign him on Monday.

He's in protective custody
in a federal prison.

Emphasis on federal.

Do svidaniya.

Any issues?

Zero.

Paperwork was all in order.

No one suspected a thing.

Swagger has to be taken
out of protective custody

and put in general population.

He's the most well-known
inmate in the world.

I can't just magically move him.

Here, plant this on the HVAC system.

Turn it on. It'll do the rest.

- What's it do?
- It's magic, asshole.

Attention, attention,

please clear the area immediately.

Carbon monoxide leak. You got to go.

Go where?

It's only temporary until
they clean out the gas.

Raines will take you to area D.

No smoking, no gambling, no working out,

no fighting in any form,
no gang-related activities,

no drugs, no sex,

no visitors except your lawyer,

no phone calls till after your arraignment.

Now, the warden says that
we have to treat you special,

but I have my own version of special.

Good luck, shooter.

Yes, there is. Officer
Timmons, Officer Timmons,

can you tell us anything
about Bob Lee Swagger?

How did you know he would
be in that hotel room?

Uh, I been on the job for a while.

You learn to trust your gut.

How did you know he was there?

I was getting coffee when I saw him,

and there was something
about him that just felt off.

So I followed him just to make sure,

as soon as I heard the
shot, I kicked the door in.

Please shut the hell up.

And I just trusted my instinct.

Well, this is gonna be easy.

What'd you say, Sam Crow?

This man is under my protection.

I don't need your help!

Oh, I'm sure you don't,

but no matter how many of them you fight,

the guards will not
put you in the hospital,

not when there's a price on your head.

One of the guards will
most certainly share in.

Right, girls? Off you go.

I'm Alexander Prosovich.

You may call me Alex, and
you're Bob Lee Swagger.

I've taken the liberty to have
your things moved to my cell

I'm not looking to recruit you,

although you'd be very welcome.

I only wish to thank you.

Thank me?

For your bullet.

You did something that my Russian brethren

dreamed of for years.

To us you are a hero.

So... come.

To the hero go the spoils, right?

Or at least some very good contraband.

Seems like an odd place to meet.

Let me see your .45.

Appears to be working just fine.

Is that about how far
you were from Bob Lee?

He was moving, man. He was already running.

And you didn't get cocky?

Maybe say his name so he
could make sure it was you?

You weren't there.

No. I'm here.

Move it a foot and shoot again.

I'm out of bullets.

I planned it down to the second.

All you had to do was shoot him.

I know you've killed men 'cause
you brag about it all the time.

Shit happens.

Not on my watch.

Shoot again.

I told you I'm out of bullets.

You may draw your check from someone else,

but you work for me.

Are we clear?

Shoot again.

- Mrs. Swagger...
- Excuse me!

Can you tell us why your husband

might have done this, Mrs. Swagger?

All right, let's get back!

Oh, my sweet girl. I am so sorry.

They've been out there for over an hour.

They were waiting like vultures.

Sam, thank you for bringing her.

Of course.

Thank you so much for everything.

You don't have to thank
me. Family first always.

Speaking of which, there's someone inside

who can't wait to see you.

- Mama!
- Mouse!

God, I missed you.

Mwah! Hi.

Where's Daddy?

Daddy is on a mission, sweetheart.

Why are all the people here?

Well, even though Daddy's
missions are top-secret,

those folks want to find out about them.

We never talk about Daddy's
missions with strangers.

Never!

Now, what have you been doing without me?

I've been making cookies
with Aunt Anne and Uncle Jim.

- Mmm.
- Mm-hmm.

We haven't had any TV on
and the backyard's empty.

Thank you so much, Jim.

I appreciate it.

Sorry about all of this.

All right, kiddo.

Let's make sure the next
batch doesn't burn, huh?

I'm gonna have to head back to the office.

What is it?

They're saying Bob Lee wrote an email,

something about wanting the
Medal of Honor like his father.

Says he's mad about it.

That's crazy.

Bob Lee doesn't care about medals.

Look, I should go out
there and say something

and defend him.

I know you feel very powerless,

but whoever's pulling the strings is not.

They're smart, and they're deadly.

This is complicated on levels
we are not prepared for.

Bob Lee is gonna figure this out,

and we're gonna help him,

but you need to stay out of the crosshairs

until he does.

How'd the hell did you miss it?

Sir, we spoke about Swagger.

I told you his record was sterling,

and I had no idea why
he was with the Charlies.

You didn't say the deadliest sniper
in the history of the Marine Corps

sent an email to the President
demanding a Medal of Honor.

That's because it wasn't there.

Are you saying that someone placed
it in his file after you cleared it?

Or, to put it another way,
maybe there's more likely

a government conspiracy than
you doing your job half-assed.

The Bureau appreciates your work,

but you'd better get used to your desk,

'cause you're gonna be there for a while.

I'm the only one Julie Swagger trusts.

I'll find another female agent.

Dismissed, Memphis.

They don't mind you having a knife in here?

Of course they mind,

but as long as I don't
stick it into anyone,

and keep paying them off,

they'll overlook it.

Cherkisovkaja? Help yourself.

No, I'm good.

If you ever get out of here,

you should go to Horlivka.

You'll have a lot of friends there,

Russian friends.

The man you killed, Abromovich,

not a good man.

Who's gonna replace him?

A leader of Parliament till next election,

but he's reasonable.

He's smart and fair.

He's very likely to be
their next president.

Very good for us.

I like you, Bob Lee. You don't speak much.

Very refreshing.

Hold on a second.

What do you need?

A drink, a smoke?

Jesus.

Maybe something stronger.

Benzos, pot, coke?

What the hell did you do on the outside?

I did what was asked of me.

You want to call your wife?

Can they trace this?

Nah, but don't read her
"Crime and Punishment."

Hi, honey.

Either we talk, or I will.

Why?

How long did we serve together?

Almost three years.

And how'd you explain that away,

our friendship?

I didn't explain it.

I reported it.

And I didn't characterize
our relationship as...

friendly.

You know how many missions we ran together?

53.

53 times I went outside the
wire thinking you had my six,

and now this.

I never should have saved
your ass in Musa Qala.

That's not how I remember it.

As I recall, you disobeyed a direct order.

And yet, here you stand.

So who did it?

Who took the shot?

I'm guessing it wasn't Solotov.

You took the shot, Bob Lee.

Everyone knows that.

Same old Captain Johnson,

still compartmentalizing.

Pretty soon all those spaces
in your head are gonna fill up,

and then what?

Where are you gonna put all
the bad shit you've done?

You've never understood
the burden of leadership.

You may have killed a lot of men,

but you've never ordered one to battle

knowing he would die.

You framed me for murder.

Stop acting like you're Chesty Puller.

What am I doing here?

Who are you working for?

I thought you wanted to
talk. I guess I was wrong.

'Cause they'll kill my family!

You know I'm right!

I can handle whatever's coming my way,

but they don't deserve it.

My daughter saw you, man,
when you came to my house!

She saw you!

She's only six years old.

You don't go to all this trouble

and leave loose ends.

You know I'm right.

There's only one thing
I can do to protect them.

I'll confess.

What'd you say?

I'll confess to trying
to kill the President.

I won't grant any interviews.
I won't write a book.

I'll fade away...

but there's a price.

My wife and daughter are left alone...

forever.

Tell whoever you're working
for I'm ready to deal.

The sooner you confess...

the better...

for everyone.

Put these in too.

That's a lot of dollies you have.

This one is for Lily. Okay.

And this one is for me.

And this is an extra if
anybody else wants to play.

Okay.

Hold on.

Oh. Hi, Sue.

Mary's very excited to...

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

What is it, Mommy?

No, these things can sneak up on you, so...

I hope she feels better.

Okay. Let me know.

I'm sorry, Mouse. That was Lily's mom.

Lily's not feeling well
so she has to cancel.

- But our picnic...
- I know you're bummed,

but how about instead we
have a Mama and Mouse day?

Yeah!

That will be even better
than just a picnic.

Jules, there's someone here to see you...

FBI Agent Memphis.

Sorry to do this
so cloak-and-dagger.

I came through the back door to avoid...

Do I need my lawyer?

I'm here in a nonofficial capacity.

Did your husband ever talk
to you about wanting medals?

My husband respected the Medal of Honor.

His father received it.

No Marine would ever demand it.

You're asking the wrong question.

What's the right question?

Where was the email sent from?

Well, the IP address was
traced to the Harbor library.

Bob Lee's never set foot in that place.

I doubt he even knows where it is.

You read the email.

They bragged about his kill count,

and they used the public number.

His number's actually much higher.

Someone else wrote that email.

You seem pretty sure.

And you snuck into my sister's house

to ask me a question

you know I'm gonna have
to answer officially.

You don't think he did it.

Right.

Have you been over the
evidence from our house?

I've seen the report. Why?

It occurs to me that if
Bob Lee had a visitor,

let's say an old friend he
hadn't seen in a long time,

they would've left a way for
him to get a hold of them.

I have a date with my daughter.

You can let yourself out the front door.

I have nothing to hide.

You're wasting your time, my friend.

You will not escape.

I know the look.

It's not my first time in prison.

I can't stay here forever.

After the arraignment, they'll move me.

Ah, Pavlo Tenney, rapist.

This is the third time they've caught him.

He blinded the girl so
she couldn't identify him.

So how'd they catch him?

Lots of muscle, not very smart.

The girl's fiancé lived long enough to ID.

You have any family?

Yeah.

My wife, two mistresses, a mother.

Yeah.

How do you keep them
safe while you're in here?

We come from different worlds, my friend.

No one will touch my family.

It would be like touching plutonium.

You asking for yourself?

I would've assumed you had a plan.

Not for this.

- Spasiba.
- Give me your hand.

Memorize this number,

then wash it off.

If your family ever needs help,

end-of-the-world
sort of help,

call this number and ask for Casper.

Tell whoever answers you're a
friend of Alexander Prosovich.

There will be a cost, possibly a great one,

but I can guarantee that
your family will be safe.

It might be a shit station,
but the vodka's good.

Thank God for small favors.

The shooter still lives.

It's being handled.

I don't like the unknown.

Then get out of the espionage business.

I met with Putin in an office like this.

He understood the value...

of trust.

Do I need to call him?

Great.

Then we're in business,

and the new president can
proceed with nationalization

in a matter of weeks, no?

When Swagger is the in the ground.

Really? Huh.

How's the reporter lady?

She in a hole around here?

Perhaps we dig a hole for you, Mr. Meachum.

Grigory, we're friends. Call me Hugh.

Look...

I don't like threats,

and I don't like to renegotiate

after I've already delivered services.

I'll deal with Swagger.

It's handled.

You know, that Medal of Honor
email was unnecessary and risky.

I always appreciate constructive criticism.

Tell me, is Swagger dead?

No, even better.

He's gonna confess.

He wants air cover for his family.

Once he confesses,
there'll be no questions.

It won't matter if he
tries to back out later.

He'll just look crazy.

Either way, no one
will be looking at us.

Well done, Isaac.

I'm getting on a plane.
I'll call you tomorrow.

Yeah?

Finish whoever you're
doing, we need to talk.

That's fine. I can talk.

Is your man ready?

He is. 100%.

I need Swagger dead...

now.

Agent Johnson, can I have a word?

Are you here for the briefing?

I'm gonna be here a lot
until this thing wraps up.

I hear that might be soon.

So you got him to confess.
Does his wife know?

You've been in contact with her?

I tried to pull the security
footage from the library.

It was already erased.

They have limited storage.
It's a local library.

You think you're the only one

who thought Bob Lee didn't do it?

He was a good Marine.

I had a lot of respect for him.

Maybe he had me fooled too.

Well...

the wife thinks someone's
pulling the strings.

She wants me to go over

the evidence report from their house,

thinks I'm gonna find
someone's phone number.

Mm. Have you done it?

Not yet, but this whole thing seems off.

Voydian tries to get me intel
on the Russians' raid in Ukraine

and now the Ukrainian president is dead?

I mean, there has to be a connection.

The other version is a Marine sniper

with the ability and
motive tried to assassinate

the President of the
United States and missed,

and now he's gonna confess to it.

Agent Memphis, do yourself a favor,

take your emotion out of it.

Last time you went with your gut,

it almost cost you your career.

Bang.

Ah, there's America's
greatest achievement...

getting their boys hooked on fake war.

"Call of Duty," my ass.

Knock-knock, assholes. What is this?

You don't get to ask
any questions, Trotsky.

Up against the wall, come on!

- All right.
- Come on!

You two in love yet? Hmm?

Mr. Raines, we have a long-standing deal

- which you have profited from...
- Shut up, old man.

This ain't Moscow. The only rights you have

are what I grant you, understand?

- Mm-hmm.
- You got that?

- Found it.
- Surprise, surprise, hmm?

Well, look at that.

If you guys are looking for strap-ons,

I think it's two cells down.

Try that again, Swagger, please.

Come on.

Don't use the shitter. I
clogged it this morning.

Nothing in this place ever works.

Hey!

Sweet dreams, huh?

Come on. You want some of that?

You ever play these things?

- So realistic.
- No, man.

Those games are always too hard for me.

- You want me to take rounds?
- Sure.

Knock yourself out.

Come on.

Damn it.

- We split the bounty.
- Good.

Feel free to get messy,
but it needs to happen fast.

New cell mate.

Have fun.

Ah!

Ah!

No!

You done yet?

Aah!

Who sent you?

Get it over with.

I want an exit.

I'm gonna keep cutting pieces

until you tell me what I need to know.

Aah!

What was all that screaming?

Swagger finally start crying?

I'm sorry to bother you, ma'am.

My name is Bob Lee Swagger.

I served with your son.

I know who you are.

I apologize for this,

and you are welcome to call the police,

but I need your help.

He was gonna confess. We had a deal.

We had a bad deal.

If he's dead, the story dies with him.

I mean, what the hell does it matter?

You were fine with
killing him the first time.

Because killing him at the
assassination was logical.

Killing him in a damn
federal prison was not.

Dead is dead. This works to our advantage.

He killed an inmate and a prison guard.

One of yours, I assume?

Dead prison guard means any cop

who sees Swagger will shoot on sight.

I think he's figured it out.

He knows we we were
targeting the Ukrainian.

So what?

He only knows you and Payne,

and you two don't add up to shit.

- No offense.
- None taken.

Look, you need to get near the wife.

I think you're making too many mistakes.

We all make mistakes, even the brilliant...

Isaac Johnson.

How the hell did you get this?

If anyone knows where Swagger will go,

it'll be his wife.

Get her to talk.

Unless you want me to send Payne.

Oh, you don't need to worry.

- The backyard's fenced.
- I'm sorry.

I needed help, and I just didn't
have anybody else to turn to.

That you are here is a great
kindness to my son's memory.

You still trust him,

and he would still trust you.

Yes, ma'am.

I raised him right,

to judge a man by his actions,

not what others say about him.

I didn't do what they said I did.

I was foolish.

I let myself believe I was
the only one that could help.

Well, the Devil comes in many forms,

including pride.

I appreciate...

you remembering my Donny every year.

He was a good friend...

and a good Marine, for what it's worth.

It's worth everything.

And he said the same of you.

I need to move the car out front.

It's gonna draw attention.

I already moved it.

Parked it down the street.

I can't have my neighbors

seeing some strange car parked in the drive

coming over asking all
kinds of questions like,

do I have a new boyfriend?

You wanted back in, go do your job.

Sure you don't want another female agent?

Just take yes for an answer, Nadine.

She seems completely unaffected.

We're very close.

She's used to her father coming and going.

Hey.

I could've fought the
email, but a confession?

He's making a pretty
convincing case of his guilt.

He would only do that to protect us.

Then why run?

If you have any idea where he is,

then please tell me so I
can bring him in unharmed.

If I knew, I would.

You guys have been around me constantly.

I haven't talked to my
husband since it happened.

I think I got something...
credit card receipts.

He sent flowers every year
on the same day... June 10th.

- What's June 10th?
- My mother's birthday.

Where does your mother live?

Find out who lives at this address.

Get everyone. Let's go, now!

Can we get that K-9 unit,
K-9 unit back out...

We're leaving the residence now.

We got a line on Swagger.

Go get geared up!

- Where you headed?
- I think we got him.

He sent flowers every year to
the mom of his dead spotter.

Donny Fenn. I know the family.

Howard, this man has been trained
in virtually every field of recon.

He hears a helicopter, sees
a federal car, he's gone.

My team is in the field.

They can recon him, identify,

and send up the flare.

Your team can make the arrest.

Mrs. Fenn, I can't.

I paid off the house. I
gave some to the church.

And this is what's left
of his death benefits.

- No, ma'am.
- Take it.

Donny would never forgive me if I didn't.

Same car has passed three times.

They know I'm here.

- How long do we have?
- Five minutes, maybe.

Go out the back.

In the garage is Donny's motorcycle

and his field box.

I'll keep them away as long as I can.

All right, tell them I forced you.

Tell them I had a gun.

As soon as we ID him,
we'll call in the cavalry.

Nobody contact the FBI
until I'm sure he's there.

Mrs. Fenn.

Yes.

My name is Isaac Johnson.
I served with your son.

I'm looking for Bob Lee Swagger.

Who?

Sh...

Wait, you can't just go back there!

Yes.

Hey, babe.

G...

You have no idea how long
I've waited to hear your voice.

I'm sorry, Julie, for all of it.

No, don't you dare.

None of this is your
fault, not even a little.

How's my kitten-mouse?

Good.

She misses her papa.

I miss her too.

They treating you okay?

Yeah, they're, uh, doing
their job, I suppose.

Sweetie, you just got to live your life.

That's gonna be hard
with the circus in town.

I wish you were here.

Probably pretty crowded
about now, I'm guessing.

I better go.

Bob Lee, what are you...

what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna do what I do best.

I'm gonna hunt.

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