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Previously on "Shooter."

We'll have intel
and assistance from the CIA

on this mission.
Mr. Meachum?

Happy to be here.

PAYNE: Meachum wants
any loose ends sewn up.

PAYNE: You got the rose and
you didn't even say anything.

JULIE: His name is Jack Payne,

and the FBI believe that he
could be the actual assassin.

MEACHUM: You're with me
until this is over.

It is over.

This thing just blew up
in our faces.

It hasn't even gotten bad yet.

Hey, Nadine...

I heard you wanted
to see me.

That bullet that you
brought didn't come from us.

Where do you get
the materials, though?

We got a guy that makes
that stuff for us,

crazy old kook up in Idaho.

O'Brien, that's the name of
the guy who sold us the polymer.

Rathford?
JOEY: Yeah, you know him?

[dramatic music]

[high-pitched ringing]

*

[groaning]

[intense music]

*

[groans]

[metal scraping]

[groans]

[choking]

[gunshot]

[groans]

[shouts]

[groaning]

[wet thuds]

[panting]

[dramatic music]

*

[vehicle approaching]

Hey, you.

[gentle music]

*

Daddy!

Come here.

MAN: * Running out of time

[indistinct conversation]

* All I need is
something real *

You gonna eat it?
* Real

Daddy, watch this.

Oh, boy.

[laughter]

That is, uh, some bite.

[muffled]
Mom never lets us eat them.

[laughter]

Let's see if all those donuts
have made you any taller.

Let's see.

I missed all the trees.

What's your favorite tree?

Maybe that one, or that one.

I like this one.

BOB: All right, ready?

[grunts]

Boom.

*

She missed you.

I miss her.

I miss you both.

Thanks for bringing her out.

I really needed this.

Of course.

What are these?

For you, Mommy.

For me?

Thank you,
they're beautiful.

Where's mine?
Daddies don't like flowers.

Wait, who told you that?

I love flowers.

Look how pretty he looks.

Look how pretty I look.

[laughter]

My favorite flower,
can you guess?

It's a Mary Rose.

[giggles]

In we go.

All right, kitten mouse.

Take good care
of your mommy, okay?

Semper Fi.

Semper Fi is right,
sweet girl.

Daddy loves you, and I'm gonna
see you real soon, okay?

Love you, Daddy.

I love you too.

It's all I could get.

You really think
his address is in those?

A recollection of O'Brien,
he hated technology.

So if he's selling
his bullets,

he's doing it old-school.

Yeah.

Something wrong?

I don't want to ruin
our wonderful day.

It's just, um...

Donny's mom's missing.

It's Isaac.

I had that bastard
in my sights.

I could--

I'm sorry.

No more secret meetings, babe.

I love seeing you guys,
but I don't want to risk it.

I understand.

I love you.

Love you too.

[engine turns over]

[door shuts]

[footsteps]

[tense music]

*

Uh-oh,
she brought out the folder.

Remember him?

Dimitri Voydian?

One day you roll him up.

Next day, he's found in pieces.

Voydian's crew, murdered.

Kyle Timmons,
apparent suicide.

Susan Fenn, vanished.

*

No, that one's not you.

You like the attention.

It's not the first time

you're seeing these
crime scenes, is it?

You're right.

I do like the attention.

But Russian, Russian,

some drunk guy
who couldn't handle fame?

[chuckles]

No way, I've read about these.

They're some kind of
a hangover cure, right?

Does the FBI know
you have a drinking problem?

[chuckles]

The evidence is
piling up, Jack.

We're getting closer.

NIX:
Smart to bring us in.

[knocking]

If it looks that way,
you should have done it sooner.

MEACHUM: You got some balls
on you, don't you?

And that's good,

'cause you're gonna need them
when you go after Swagger.

You must be the guy
who lost Swagger in Spokane.

Who the hell is this?

We'll take care of it.

Quickly, please.

What am I doing here?

Payne is being interrogated
by Agent Memphis.

If she knows about Payne,
she knows about me.

Maybe even you.

Exactly.

Make sure he doesn't say
anything stupid.

NADINE: You sure you don't
want to cop to these?

[scoffs]

Figured as much.

NADINE: Well, you think
you're here

on goodwill
to clear your name,

only we have evidence
that you operated falsely

as a DHS agent.

Means we can hold you
for 72 hours longer than that

once you're formally charged.

So you got me.

But if I'm not DHS,

what am I?

You were on the detail to
protect the Ukrainian president.

Did a shit job of that one.

I guess that makes two of us.

And before that,
you posed as a federal agent

and apprehended
Dimitri Voydian,

who had information directly
linked to the assassination.

Allegedly.

NADINE:
Either way...

the only constant
throughout all this mess?

You.

See, for a second there,

I thought you were
gonna say Bob Lee Swagger.

How is he, by the way?

Swagger's dead.

PAYNE: Right, right.

Of course,
so is Cassie McMahon.

You really think saying
her name is gonna hurt me?

You know, I've lived
with that mistake

since the day
I pulled the trigger.

Unlike you,
I actually feel things.

You mentioned...

when you tried to kill me...

that I didn't have
what your bosses want.

So...

What is it?

Like the saying goes,

I'd tell you, but...

[chuckles]

Pretty soon, Jack,

we're never gonna
see each other again.

Whatever this is,

it's gonna be over.

[groans]

Memphis, let go.

Annex B.

Let him go.

You heard me.

Payne is a sociopath,
but I think he likes me.

I was trying to shake him up.

Well, it looks like you did.

Run "Annex B"
through the CIC.

Payne is acting clever,
but he might make a mistake.

Oh, and do me a favor.

Don't kill anybody
in my interrogation room.

Keep at it.

[country music playing]

MAN: Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking for

Sergeant Major
Rathford O'Brien.

You know where
I can find him?

He's an old
instructor of mine,

and I wanted
to pay him a visit.

You served, huh?

Yes, sir, Marine Corps.

Those boys in the 82nd
know how to brawl.

Is that your outfit?
Yeah.

82nd saved our backs
a time or two.

[chuckles]

All right...

O'Brien's a few miles
up the road.

Just hang a right
past the wooden bridge.

You'll reach a fence
to private property.

And he's up the hill,
but God only knows where.

Thank you, sir.

Son...

He don't like company.

* ["What Went Down" by Foals]

*

* I buried my heart
in a hole in the ground *

* With the lights
and the roses *

* And the cowards downtown

* They threw me a party,
there was no one around *

* They tried to call my girl
but she could not be found *

*

[crossbow clacks]

*

* I buried my guilt
in a pit in the sand *

* With the rust
and the vultures *

* And the trash downtown

* So don't step to me, kid,
you'll never be found *

* 'Cause while
you were sleeping *

* I took over your town

*

* When I see a man,
I see a lion *

* When I see a man,
I see a lion *

* You're the apple of my eye,
of my eye, of my eye *

[music fading]

[gun clicks]

I ain't afraid
to play God, boy.

I'm Gunnery Sergeant
Bob Lee Swagger,

Sniper Class 02-1.

I could give two shits
about Sniper Class 02-1

or Bob Lee Swagger.

.

BOB: Sergeant Major--

O'BRIEN: I reckon
the person with the rifle

is gonna dictate
this conversation.

Where'd you find this?

It was used to assassinate
the Ukrainian president.

Really?

So you come up here
thinking it's my bullet

so I must be the shooter?

Or that you sold it to
the person that took the shot.

I hate to break it
to you, pork.

That ain't my bullet.

First prototypes
were sturdy like that.

O'BRIEN: Then I realized
the only way

to make a perfect bullet
more perfect

is if it was untraceable
after it was fired.

Mine splinter on impact.

If it was mine
and they used it,

there wouldn't be
any of it left.

O'BRIEN:
What's your interest in it?

BOB: They set me up.

They framed me
for the assassination.

Let me guess.

A friend said he needed help.

And you didn't see that ambush
coming a mile away?

I taught you better than that.

So you do remember me?

O'BRIEN: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You weren't a half-bad shot,

even though you were
an annoying little shit,

always looking
for a pat on the head.

How'd you connect
that bullet to me?

Tree of Liberty.

The Tree--oh, yeah.

O'BRIEN:
Had to raise some fast cash.

Those Spokane boys,
they needed help,

and their cash
was as green as anybody's.

God damn Navy Squeal
couldn't shoot for shit anyway.

You can keep making jokes,

but a knockoff version
of your bullet

was used on a head shot
at 1,500 yards.

So whoever reverse-engineered it
did something right.

1,500, huh?

You want to learn
how to find the shooter?

Get rid of your shit.

[machine beeps]

What's wrong, Mommy?

Uh...nothing.

Hey, come on, let's go.

[ominous music]

Are you hungry?
Yeah.

You want to go eat?
Yeah?

Hey, Julie, so how's it feel
knowing you went on TV

and still no one
thinks your husband is innocent?

Hey, do you know
what your daddy did, sweet--

No, no, walk away now.

You don't
like the attention?

Maybe you shouldn't
have married a murderer.

Hey, she's not interested,
okay?

Mrs. Swagger, if I could just
have a minute of your time.

I'm with my daughter.

I'm writing a book
about your husband.

Not interested.

I don't think he did it.

My publisher will pay
top dollar, six figures.

I know that this
is not what this is about,

but it's got to be hard
being the wife of the man

that everybody believes
took a shot at the president.

I can help.

I said I'm not interested.

[engine turns over]

NADINE: You sure you
don't want to cop to these?

Figured as much.

Well, you think you're here
on goodwill to clear your name,

only we have evidence

you operated falsely
as a DHS agent,

means we can hold you
for 72 hours.

PAYNE: So you got me.

But if I'm not DHS,
then what am I?

Oh, I'm sorry.
Am I interrupting?

No, it's fine.

It's time to talk.

I know Payne
was working with you.

He's part of Homeland.

Like you've never
been assigned an agent

who turned out
to be bad news, hm?

I barely knew the guy.

Yeah.

I'm just trying to wrap
my head around this whole thing.

[scoffs]
We all are.

You ever hear of Annex B?

No, what is it?

I have no idea.

I can't seem to find it
in any of the federal databases.

Must be above my clearance.

Or it's bullshit.

Well, maybe you'll
have better luck.

Payne is talking about
something called Annex B.

MEACHUM: Goddamn Payne.

What is it?
I'm the one in the open.

MEACHUM: Nothing you need
to worry about.

Just do what you can
to shut Payne up.

I know you didn't just
walk in uninvited.

Isaac, holy shit.

You didn't say
you were coming over.

Oh, you pick up
a battalion command,

now suddenly
I got to announce myself?

Yeah, you do.

I'm guarding
the nation's secrets.

All you guard
is the president.

Good to see you, brother.

Good to see you too, man.

It's been a minute, huh?

Yeah.

How's that mess in Seattle?

Got Flashlight on the plane
in one piece.

Just got to clean up now.

You're a long way
from Brooklyn.

We're both a long way
from Brooklyn now.

Look at you, Pendo 5.

You didn't come here
just to congratulate me.

What do you need?

I've known that look
since the fourth grade

when you punched Andre Jones in
the nose, and you wanted me--

you wanted me to tell
Mrs. Francis

you were with me
the whole time.

[laughs]

You got a good memory.

It's a good shot.

Yeah.

I need to get access
to the SCIF

to get some intel.

Before you say anything,

I know it could put you
in a bad spot,

but I wouldn't be here
if it weren't something big

or something
I couldn't do myself.

Messes with clearances, man.

Demotion, early retirement,

those are best-case scenarios
if shit goes south.

I know.

It's a lot to ask.

But you're asking anyway.

You did good
for yourself, man.

I'm happy for you.

Isaac.

Hold up.

Denise.

Isaac, leave your phone.

Thanks.

[electronic beeping]

[electronic trilling]

Hey, Justin.

You're not even gonna ask me
what this is about?

Should I?

What are we doing up here?

We're gonna stare
out over the hills

and recite poetry
to each other.

What the hell
does it look like, pork?

Jesus Christ.

Open that up.

BOB: Shit.

What the hell is this?

That's a Black King.

And doing get any ideas;
she's mine.

Give me that scope.

Well, go on, set it up.

Find the target, let's go.

1,550 yards out.

Yeah, rifle zeroed.

Winds at 9, 10 miles an hour.

[rifle clicks]

[rifle blast]

[laughing]

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

You're like 5 feet high.

I mean, holy shit.

I saw a guy fire your bullet.

It didn't sail like that.

Yeah, just 'cause
he had my bullet

doesn't mean he knew
how to use it.

That feel like 220 grain
to you?

It's 400.

Good, you're not
completely stupid.

Take another shot.

[rifle clicks]

Come on,
leg out and down, pork.

I have a titanium hip.

And I got a 5-inch dick.

You don't hear me
bragging about it--let's go.

[rifle blast]

I don't know who
to feel sorry for,

you for missing
2 feet from center,

or me for not teaching you
how to shoot properly.

[spent shell clinks]

[rifle clicks]

[exhales sharply]

[rifle blast]

[faint clang]

Well, all right, then.

That rifle and my bullet

is rated at a quarter MOA.

If your shooter had that

and even a knockoff version
of my bullet,

he'd be good
for at least 1,800 yards out,

maybe farther
if the conditions were right.

Put another one in there,
and listen up.

There are four rifles
in the world

that are strong enough
to fire a bullet like this one.

And that's one of them
right there.

You find the other Black Kings,

you find your shooter.

Hey, quick, quick,
shoot that bird.

Give me the goddamn thing.

[rifle blast]

[laughs]

I buy, you fly.

Well, go get it.

Bring the bird
back to the cabin.

What do you mean?

That hike will take me an hour.

Well, it's a good thing

.

Got your bird.

You can excuse yourself
whenever you're ready.

Where are you going?

I've got my business
to attend to.

You can go on about yours.

You said find
the other Black Kings,

you find the shooter.

Yeah, what, do you need me
to spell it out for you?

But you still
would have needed somebody

who was a damn good shot.

Single mile head shot
with a variety of variables?

Yeah, you'd have to be
pretty damn good.

Well, then, who else
would have the other Black Kings

that could make that shot?

You got to know people.

I must look like a walking
encyclopedia to you.

No, more like a lonely asshole

whose life revolves
around long guns and bullets.

You watch it, boy.

You might not have
people in your life

you care about anymore,
but I do,

and right now they're
suffering because of me.

Man, I actually
used to look up to you.

Now I really know
you're a fool.

I don't know anyone else
who could've taken that shot

besides you or me,

and that's all I got
for you, pork.

I'm not leaving
until I get an answer.

Well, if you're
gonna stick around,

make yourself useful
and clean the damn bird.

You should see
the look on your face.

You hate me.

You probably get that a lot.

That's true.

I mean, sometimes I wonder
what it would be like

to be on the other side of that.

That's because
you're a sociopath.

We're more alike
than you think.

We both act first,
ask questions later.

We both get shit on
by our bosses.

Nah.

We're two peas in a pod,
you and me.

I'm curious, Jack.

Have you ever felt
something for anyone?

Yeah, sure.

Right up until
the meter runs out.

No, no.

I'm talking
about that feeling...

when you can't stop
thinking about a person.

Sometimes you bother them

because you want to see
if they'll react to you.

What is it about me, Jack?

Do I remind you
of your mother?

Face it.

You do feel something
for someone...me.

You want to help me.

Otherwise you wouldn't have
given me Annex B.

[sighs]

Look, I shouldn't be
telling you this,

but, eh, what the hell.

Hugh Meachum.

Who's Hugh Meachum?

He's the one that got away,

or "getting away" might be
a better way to put it.

[phone trilling]

Isaac, where the hell are you?

Look, we interviewed
those militia idiots.

Looks like our boy
found the bullet.

We're rolling.

All right, Isaac,
any longer,

and people are gonna
start asking questions.

[gunfire on video]

What is it?

Annex B.

It's not a file;
it's a program.

ISAAC:
It's rated special access.

I don't recognize
those uniforms.

Private military.

There's a bunch
of documents as well.

A lot of it's redacted.

Looks like we've been
hiring PMCs

to handle off-book black ops.

That's unconstitutional.

Yeah.

[keys clacking]

Night raids.

Anhur Dynamics.

We should not
be looking at this.

This has war crimes
written all over it.

You involved in this?

[computer beeping]

Oh, shit.

Somebody's filed something
into this.

They shut us down.

What'd you get me mixed up in?

Calm down.

If anyone asks,

I stole your credentials
and coerced you.

You understand?

Do you even have a plan?

I keep telling myself I do.

Didn't you have a wife
and son?

Where are they?

You know, I signed up in '69.

I lied about my age

'cause I didn't want
to miss out on the action.

My dad and his buddies,
they served.

All seemed like heroes to me.

Infantry to sniper school
to the jungle, just like that.

Killed my first VC
when I was 17.

612 yards in the rain,
I'll never forget it.

After that...

they started falling so fast,
I just lost track.

I stopped killing for my country
or my friends.

I was killing for me.

Married a great girl

two years
after I got back stateside.

My boy was born two years later.

You know, I tried to shake it,
let all that go.

But never could.

Thought that if I taught it,
maybe it would lose its power.

But never did.

Took a discharge.

Just...drifted.

I lost my bearings.

Not long after that,

I lost my wife,
I lost my boy.

Sorry to hear that.

It's the way of the gun, pork.

Stupid, really.

MAN ON RADIO: Sergeant Major,
you've got a problem.

What the hell
you hollering about?

You're fixing
to have more company.

Multiple armored vehicles
rolling in.

Roger that.

Yeah, so I had a heads-up
you were coming.

Who we looking at?

My guess, ex-military.

Maybe we'll get lucky
and they'll be Air Force.

No, didn't think so.

Let's get ready.

.

All right, pull that back till
it locks, and then set this.

Got it.

[crossbow winding]

You sure you ready for this?

Yeah, just keep your head
on a swivel.

O'BRIEN:
And when things go south...

Long guns
at the top of the hill.

Checkpoint Foxtrot,
that's the signal.

Hey, try not to shoot me.

Don't get in my way.
Yeah.

Why would Payne
just give him up?

To save his own ass.

My guess is that Hugh Meachum
is the guy pulling the strings.

Hugh Meachum is listed

in the government directory
under DoD.

That only happens when people
aren't supposed to know

what you really do.

My guess is, he's a spy.

That's the rumor, anyway.

On my side of the building...

titles aren't important.

Let me guess, CIA?

Usually it takes days
for a request

for interrogation materials
to be processed.

What can I say?

It's one of the benefits
of being in my shoes.

Things tend to get expedited.

We haven't processed
any requests.

You have
a deranged man in custody

trying to drag me into things.
Word gets around.

NADINE: Payne seems
pretty convinced

you're the guy
with the answers.

What Agent Memphis
meant to ask was,

maybe you can tell us
what the hell is going on.

I have no idea.

I'm only allowed to operate
outside the U.S.

I just came to tell you

I did a few missions
with Mr. Payne,

and he was found to be
unfit for duty,

so we let him go.

Everything you need
is in that file.

Was Annex B
part of that mission?

[chuckles nervously]

I'll give you two answers.

One, I don't know.

If I did, I wouldn't tell you.

[laughs]

Take your pick.

Your job must be difficult.

I imagine the cover-up
is the hardest part.

It's not the hardest part.

Believe me.

Well, I think Annex B
is tied to the assassination,

and I think you know it.

[chuckles]

And I think you're reaching.

As S.A.C., you ought to know,

this office is getting
a reputation,

and it's not one
I think you want.

Hey, we're supposed to
be on the same team, remember?

I think I'm about done
hearing from a girl

stupid enough to get
caught in a press conference.

Hey, asshole,
this is Special Agent Memphis,

and when you're in my office,

you will address her
with respect.

[chuckles]

It goes both ways, Jack.

[suspenseful music]

*

[crossbow clacks, man groans]

Contact front!

[guns clicking]

[metallic clink]

[creaking]

[heavy splat]

Split up!

[choking]

[metal scraping]

[wet thuds]

[muffled gunshot]

[groans]

[rapid gunfire]

[men shouting]

[bullets whizzing]

[rapid gunfire]

[gunshot]

[groans]

Checkpoint Foxtrot!

[gunshot, O'Brien groans]

[groaning]

[breathing heavily]

[gunshot]

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

Ah, shit.

[grunting]

O'Brien!

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[spent shell clinks]

God damn it.

[groans]

[pop, whistle]

Shit.

[explosion]

[high-pitched ringing]

[ambient music]

*

[high-pitched ringing]

[winces]

[suspenseful music]

*

[groans]

[metal scraping]

[bullet whizzes]

[bullet whizzes]

[groans]

[wet thuds]

[suspenseful music]

*

Come on, come on.

[rifle blast]

[bullet zips]

[laughs]

Couldn't have gotten them
before I got shot?

[laughs]

.

BOB: What about
all the bodies?

Ah, nature will
take care of them.

My guess is,
no one will miss them.

I can get you
to a hospital.

No, no, no,
for this bug bite?

How about into town to--

Don't need anything.

But I don't mind
running--

Just get your stuff together
and get the hell out of here.

I can take care of myself.

Hey...

Don't forget that.

Just a stupid rifle,
come on, take it.

[bullets rattle]

Make 'em count.

Bob Lee...

You were the best shooter
I ever taught.

Find that Black King,
and you finish it.

And then do yourself a favor.

Go home.

* ["Walking on Fire"
by Rilan & the Bombardiers]

* It's time to say good-bye

Hey.

Hey, hey!

He's a person of interest
in an ongoing investigation.

Duty calls.
I want to speak to your C.O.

We're taking custody of him.

He's in violation of numerous
articles of the UCMJ.

Okay, so who do I need
to talk to, then?

The Secretary
of the Army.

Hey, Jack...

Don't get too comfortable.

Who gave the authorization?

UTEY:
Well, find out.

[phone clicks]

[sighs]
I know, I know.

Meachum?
No, someone else.

Official military orders.

It just doesn't add up.

Do you believe me now?

[sighs]

Oh, for Christ's sake,
are you gonna make me say it?

Yes, I believe you now.

All right, now let's get
back to work already.

* I'm trying to survive

* It's getting heavy
on my mind *

* I'm walking on a tight rope

* But I can't see
the other side *

Where the hell you been?
Calm down.

Payne's gone.

What?

He was cut free from the FBI.

I've pinged his phone;
he's in the wind.

That's gonna be
a problem for us.

One of my agents
just disappeared,

and the other appears
to be going rogue.

So, yeah,
that's gonna be a problem.

Swagger?

How many men?

Ten.

The only reason
I signed up for any of this

is because I thought
we were doing something

that served
a greater purpose.

Mm-hmm.

One act prevents
a war, right?

Or was it just to cover one
we'd already started?

You have neither
the perspective nor the insight

to sit there and act as if
you have this all figured out,

so stop.

Maybe I'm starting
to catch up.