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- Previously on "Shooter"...
- I need to talk to Kasper.

Alexander Prosovich gave me this number.

You're talking to him, Mr. Swagger.

Voydian left information for me.

They're all written by the same
journalist, Karlina Ordenko.

Something about a city called Graznyole.

Dimitri Voydian.

One day you roll him up.

Next day he's found in pieces.

Annex B.

Looks like we've been hiring PMCs

to handle off-book black ops.

This has war crimes written all over it.

Somebody saw us looking into
this and they shut us down.

We're taking custody of him.

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

Who do I need to talk to then?

The Secretary of the Army.

It just doesn't add up.

Do you believe me now?

Yes, I believe you now.

We need to talk about your bullet.

There are four rifles in the world

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

That's a Black King, and that's
one of them right there.

You find the other Black Kings,
you find your shooter.

Until we know if
there's a mole in the building,

we're gonna have to keep up appearances.

That means I'm gonna have to grill you

on everything Swagger-related.

Understood, sir.

Where is he?

I have no idea.

Does he have a plan?

Yeah, he's looking for the real shooter.

I honestly don't know much more.

He's not very talkative.

Stay close to him.

Keep building that trust.

Will do.

Unfortunately with Payne gone,
my leads on the Voydian connection

to this whole thing have gone cold.

But I'm still convinced the
Russians are behind everything.

All right, if we do this,

we need to do it by the book.

So we can't let on we know
how deep this thing goes.

It's just business as usual.

_

I read your file on the Russians.

It's well done.

Thank you, sir.

Just because they all have
ties to Dimitri Voydian

doesn't necessarily mean
that Payne killed them.

Oh, and it doesn't exactly
scream conspiracy.

Karlina Ordenko, I need to speak to her.

So speak to her.

Hey you.

Mary finally went to sleep,

so I have a minute to say hi.

Tonight we had mint chocolate
chip, your favorite.

Somehow we finished the whole pint.

I wish you were here.

It's the simple moments
when I miss you the most.

I wish I was there, too.

If it's any comfort,
I'm making progress.

This is almost over, I promise.

I love you.

Jules, have you seen Mary's tutu?

She wants to wear it.

Yeah, it's just in the top drawer.

Uh-uh, she rearranged everything.

I can't find it.

What?

I will come help you.

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- Lonnie.
- Jack, come on in.

Jesus, Lon, what did you do,

steal these chairs
from the Lollypop Guild?

Anyway, thanks for getting me out.

Didn't really give me
much of a choice, did you?

You're in good spirits
for someone whose face

was plastered all over the news.

All missions suffer setbacks.

Yeah, a flat tire is a setback.

You're fully blown, Jack.

In the most spectacular way
possible, I might add.

I think you should retire.

You'll be well compensated,

and we'll set you up someplace nice.

How does Fiji sound?

Uh, ahoy there, Captain Bligh.

Look, that sounds not so good, Lon.

I mean, come on, man,
you can't touch me.

Okay, and I ain't going to Fiji

or anywhere else.

I want $10 million or
I'm going public with that.

Now, the resolution is shitty.

It's a cell phone video
of my laptop screen.

The original is way better.

Just like every page of the complete,

unredacted copy of the Annex B file,

which I also have in my possession.

So you had the evidence all along?

Yeah.

I took it from Dimitri Voydian's body.

I thought it might make
a good insurance plan.

I guess I was right.

No.

You were wrong.

See, had you come in here

and given me a thumb drive,

I would have rewarded you.

And why would I do that?

Oh, I don't know.

Loyalty, for one.

Because it would have
engendered my gratitude.

And because I've always
considered you a friend.

Yeah, well, you talk real nice

for a guy who has me
surrounded by armed guards.

Jack, if I wanted to kill you,

I would have had you
thrown out of my jet

at 35,000 feet.

Are you really this stupid?

I'm not giving you
$10 million or anything.

From now on, you're on your own.

Well, then I guess I'll just
have to go to the Feds.

Go ahead.

And by the way, it's Captain Ahab

who had one leg, from "Moby Dick."

I'll get you a copy.

You'll need something to read
while you're awaiting trial.

Good seeing you.

Colonel Singer.

Who?

You've known Colonel Singer
all your life,

and now out of the blue he's accessing

classified files on Annex B?

You dug his grave when
you asked him to help you.

Now you gotta fill it.

Singer doesn't know anything.

He knows you.

And he knows about Annex B.

There's careful,
and then there's paranoid.

Singer's not dangerous.

And he's not some old lady either.

People will miss him.

You know...

I think you're forgetting your place.

My place?

Who the hell do you think you are?

You're a drunk with
a security clearance.

And you're that asshole

who thought he could outsmart me.

Now work out your bullshit

and then you go deal with Singer.

Nadine Memphis. We spoke on the phone.

You are friend of Alexi?

Not exactly. I'm a Special
Agent with the FBI.

Just need a few moments of your time.

I am very busy woman, Miss FBI.

I have no time to be harassed.

A Ukranian journalist
by the name of Karlina Ordenko

has gone missing. I need to talk to her.

I'd be very grateful if you could make

some discreet inquiries.

I'm afraid I cannot help you.

The FBI is already aware of a number

of potentially illegal
operations with ties to you.

Just takes one push
the set the dominoes tumbling.

We both know if you had something,

you would have already used it.

You're right, I would. Move in.

FBI!

- Show me your hands!
- Down on your knees!

This is a beauty salon.

You own three beauty salons
for money laundering,

an illegal casino on 8th, two brothels,

and of course the entire
Russian drug trade

in the Pacific Northwest.

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What are you looking for?
Perhaps I can be helpful.

What do you think?
It's one of my favorites.

- I like it.
- Yeah.

What do you think?

Thank you.

Are you Mr. Jones?

Uh, I am, yeah, sir.

You loaded Wakefield's bullets
in his thousand-yard bull's-eye

at the Missoula Nationals, right?

Yeah, that was some damn fine shooting.

It sure was, man,

but it was your bullets
that gave him the edge.

He should split his winnings with you.

What can I do you for?

Well, my family's finally decided

to unload some of Daddy's rifles.

And, uh, you know anybody
around here at the show

that might be interested
in an original 1941 Johnson?

Uh... Paul Helling, maybe.

He's got a booth on the other side.

- You can't miss it.
- Yeah?

Trust me, yeah.

Just tell him I sent you.

- Will do. Thanks.
- Thank you.

Man, I told you that
handgun stuff was for pussies.

You want stopping power, spray and pray.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah?

You Paul Helling?

That is the name they gave me.

S.C. Jones sent me over to you.

Said you might be able to help me out.

Okay, well, if you're looking to sell,

it would have to be something special.

I'm only interested in the best.

Well, what's the fanciest rifle you got?

What, you trying to gauge
the price before you show me?

That's okay.

That's okay, I don't blame you.

Smart play. Smart play.

But here's the thing.

Most long guns aren't worth much more

- than what you pay for 'em.
- Mm.

Often less.

Well, what about, like,
a real special gun?

Like this one I read about,
uh, the Black King.

You got a Black King in there?

Man, don't I wish. Shit.

I wish, too.

But they only made four?

Yeah.

Here.

Let me show you something.

Wow.

Yeah.

Now, each of the individual guns,

marked with its own king.

See what we got here?
We got the King of Clubs.

Holy shit.

You ever fire it?

Have I ever fired it?

Here.

See that?

Shot that from 883 yards.

That's impressive.

Yeah, well, that's nothing

compared to what this guy can do.

Here.

Here, hang on.

Look at this.

Okay?

Watch that.

Ain't no way he makes this shot.

Damn, man, that's about 1,500 yards.

That's six shots, bolt action,

1,500 yards, all in the black.

Yeah, I just...
I just got this yesterday.

I mean, it's great timing for me.

What's that guy's name?

Uh, Lon Scott.

Lon Scott.

He's a hell of a shooter.

Oh, yeah.

Hold on there a second.

Anyone ever tell you
you look like the marine

who took a shot at the President?

Swagger?

No, man, sorry. Wrong guy.

I just want to have a better look.

Why don't you get out of my face?

I said I want a better look.

- Memphis.
- Hey, it's me.

I think we found our shooter.

Name's Lon Scott.

I just saw a video of him
firing a Black King.

Lon Scott?

CEO of Anhur Dynamics?
That doesn't make any sense.

Not yet, anyway.

So I'm headed out to their
Virginia headquarters

to give 'em a visit,

start putting the pieces together.

Oh, and, uh...

I got into a little jam in Bozeman.

If it ends up on the FBI's radar,

you might want to squash that for me.

Little jam? What do you mean?

- Memphis.
- Thanks.

My office.

What's up?

Close the door.

Just got word there was a shooting

at a gun show in Montana.

Casualties?

One wounded, non-life-threatening.

That's a relief.

It would be if several witnesses

didn't see Swagger
in the middle of the melee.

Any proof?

All right, look, I know
you're talking to him.

You need to tell him to be more careful.

Isaac.

Let's take a walk.

You really think we should
be seen together?

It's important.

Why can't we talk here?

Look, I owe you.

I'm gonna make it right. Trust me.

You don't have anything to fear with me.

Hi, Jim.

Oh, here.

I appreciate it, and I'm
keeping track of everything.

Is Bob Lee alive?

What?

Is he alive?

Come on, Jim, you know that he's not.

Do I?

They never found his body.

Jim, I don't understand.
What's going on?

We took you into our home, Julie.

We opened ourselves up to this madness.

I hope you understand how much
your sister has done for you.

I do and I'm grateful.

The sooner we get this
all behind us, the better.

_

Shit.

Damn it.

Good afternoon.

Well, it was until about 30 seconds ago.

I didn't think I was speeding.

Oh, you weren't.

You got a broken taillight cover.

I do?

Man, that must have just happened.

I'm gonna need to see your
license and registration,

please, sir.

Of course.

And, uh...

Oh, shit!

You're never gonna believe this, man,

but I think I left my wallet
back at the motel.

And where are you staying?

Skyline Motel, just up the road.

I'm out here visiting my in-laws,

and I don't wanna stay with them, so...

Are you the owner of this vehicle?

Yes, sir. Leo McGovern.

Okay, sit tight, Leo.

I'm gonna call it in.

Sorry.

Talk to me.

My people have made contact
with Ordenko.

- Where is she?
- She's in Moscow.

But she's terrified of being
found by the FSB,

so she keeps moving to a new
location every few hours.

Does she have access to a computer?

Yes.

I want you to tell her to Skype me,
10:00 A.M. Moscow time.

I'll be standing by.

Who's in charge?

Lieutenant's on site, sir.

Inside.

So I understand you had
an interesting customer today.

Tell me everything you two discussed.

I already told the cops.

Now you're gonna tell me.

Miss Ordenko, can you hear me okay?

Yes, I can hear you.

I'm Special Agent Nadine Memphis.

I'm with the FBI.

I'm glad I finally have
a chance to talk to you.

I don't have much time.

Okay.

I know you were trying to
get Dimitri Voydian information.

He was going to pass it to me.

Where is Dimitri?

He's dead.

He was a good man.

A patriot.

And the microdrive, is it gone?

Yes, it's gone.

Was there more about Graznyole?

It was much more than just Graznyole.

They wiped out whole villages.

I saw the smoke coming from the piles

of burning bodies.

Infants crying,
looking for their mothers.

What they did wasn't human.

No government can stand in their way.

And now the proof is gone.

I can protect you, Karlina.

Look, I want you to go
to the U.S. Embassy.

I'm gonna give them a call.

I can be on a plane in a few hours.

No. No, no, I won't be
safe in U.S. Embassy.

The microdrive had
a lot more information.

Very, very classified information.

Files on the U.S. involvement...

...called Annex B files.

Wait, what's Annex B?

And all the operations...

CIA...

Dynamics.

Say again? Karlina...

...responsible for many, many death.

I-I can't understand you.
Karlina, you're breaking up.

Oh... Oh, my God.

They found me! They found me!

Karlina?

Karlina!

Karlina?

Karlina?

_

Yeah, what?

You got a big problem.

He found the shooter.

What the hell are you talking about?

Lon Scott. It's him, right?

You calling from a secure line?

Oh, now you're concerned
if shit is secure?

I asked you a damn question.

Is Lon Scott the shooter?

The guy is basically Howard Hughes.

He's completely off the grid.

No way he'd expose himself.

He exposed himself all right.

He unzipped his fly all the way down.

Bob Lee is headed to Virginia.

I'm guessing he's planning a rendezvous.

Lon has plenty of protection, trust me.

Do you realize how
completely screwed we are?

The CIA hired a private
military contractor

to assassinate a foreign
national on American soil.

It's a mouthful.

This thing started out as bad
and now it's worse.

If I were you, I'd be packing bags.

I don't have any bags, Johnson.

How 'bout you?

Asshole.

_

Freaky, huh?

Sort of like Elvis.

I hate it when the media
won't let something go.

Lunch is ready.

Mary, come on.

Last chance to answer the question.

We would all be implicated.

You know I'm right.

Right about what?

Nothing.

Jim was just mentioning how the media

can't seem to move on from everything.

I'll go get Mary.

Jesus Christ, Memphis.

Can't this wait till I get upstairs?

Karlina Ordenko is dead.

She was murdered last night
while I watched.

Oh... Oh, my God.

They found me! They found me!

Who?

They were definitely professionals,

Russian FSB or worse.

Sir, they know who I am.

It's time that we handed this off.

I'm gonna get us a sit-down
with the director.

No. I mean, we can't prove anything.

I can't even find
any articles she's written

other than the ones we printed.

She's being erased.

Going somewhere?

No, I just pack all
my belongings for exercise.

Well, you can stop packing.
You're not going anywhere.

Karlina Ordenko is dead.

You sold her out. You got her killed.

You think I want this kind of heat?

I didn't get her killed. You did.

And now because of you, I have to run.

Who did this, Kasper? Who killed her?

If I had known you were
involving me with jackals

like Grigory Krukov,
I would have told you

to go f... yourself.

Who's Grigory Krukov?

You want to arrest me? Do it now.

Otherwise get the hell out of here.

I'm done talking to you.

People who talk to you end up dead.

You know Swagger's on
his way here, right?

I'd hoped so.

For the love of God, why?

Because you failed.

Now I'm gonna finish it.

Swagger is a lot smarter
than any of us realized.

Smarter than you. Not us.

Said by the guy posting videos
of himself on YouTube?

Swagger is a hunter,

possibly one of the best this
country has ever produced.

If he thought I was hunting him,

he would have never come.

The trick is to make him think
he's in control.

Now he does.

So the video worked.

I don't mean to be an asshole,

but he's coming,

he's coming hard.

I appreciate your concern, Hugh.

But your paternal instincts

would be better focused on Jack Payne.

Turns out he's had
the Annex B files all along.

Please tell me he's locked up
somewhere in this building.

No, but he won't be hard to find.

He wants $10 million for the files.

If I were you, I'd pay him.

Shit.

Shit.

Yeah?

Thanks.

Hi, I'm Special Agent Nadine Memphis.

Jim, right?

Julie Swagger's brother-in-law?

Yes, yes. Agent Memphis,

I have something I think
you're gonna want to see.

Good afternoon.

Hey, package for Lon Scott?

I'll sign for it.

It says here he needs to sign.

Mr. Scott isn't here.

I can sign, or you can send it back.

I'll just leave it here.

Hey, man, I think
you have a package for me.

Don't think so.

You mind checking today's deliveries?

It'd save me a trip downtown.

Sure. I'm parked over here.

I'm not here to kill you.
I just want to talk, all right?

Is that what you told Donny's mom?

I didn't have a choice.

She was 70 years old, man.

She didn't do a damn thing.

If it wasn't me, it would
have been someone else.

You shouldn't have gone there.

You shouldn't have gone there!

I just don't want
anyone else to get hurt.

It's Claire.

I just received an odd package
for Mr. Scott.

If we don't start working together...

Together?

You seem to be under
the assumption that I need you.

I know you're on to Lon Scott,

and you are going to need help.

Those boys you encountered
back in Idaho,

they're a tiny fraction
of the men he commands.

Yeah, well, I left them in the dirt.

Someday I'm gonna do
the same thing to you.

Whether or not you want to admit it,

you need my help.

You can't stop these guys alone.

How far are you willing
to go, Captain Johnson?

Are you willing to destroy
your life to save mine?

Turn yourself in?

Go to jail for killing Donny's mom?

I didn't think so.

You're not trying to help me.
You're helping yourself.

At this point, there's no difference.

Just because you realized
you're expendable,

doesn't make us partners.

That doesn't mean we don't need to be.

Don't worry.

I can bury it on my end.

I just wanted you to be aware
of the situation.

I'll take care of it.

Thanks for looking out.

What the hell are you doing? Shut up!

You shut up. You went to the FBI?

I mean, how stupid can you possibly be?

You don't like me, Jim? That's fine.

You don't like Bob Lee? That's fine.

But if you ever, ever
threaten my daughter ever again,

so help me God, I will
bury you in your own backyard

and never think about you again.

Do you understand?

Yes, yes, I understand. Jesus.

Jesus can't help you.

You're leaving town now
on a business trip.

On a business trip?

You're not coming back
until this is over.

Am I clear? Am I clear?

What about Anne?

If my sister knew what you did,

she'd help me dig the f... ing hole.

Okay.

- Are you clear?
- Clear?

Thanks to you, I have to uproot my life

and drag my wife to Afghanistan.

You really screwed me, man.

I'm sorry, Justin.

I'm doing the best that I can.

It's only a one-year assignment.

Trust me, the alternative was worse.

Do me a favor and lose my contact info.

I don't know what happened to you,

but I don't want to know you anymore.

Hi.

When you go to the store tomorrow,

don't forget to pick up
some blueberries.

I won't forget.

Yeah?

Karlina Ordenko is dead.

I believe a man named Grigory Krukov

gave the order to have her killed.

He's a high-ranking member of the FSB.

His diplomatic cover is that
of a senior delegate

of the Russian Ministry of Trade,

who are directly connected
to Anhur Dynamics.

I did some checking,
and it seems out good friend

Jack Payne was once
an employee of Anhur.

All roads lead back to Anhur Dynamics.

I need you here.

It's time to end this.

Please, I can't do this without you.

Come in.

What's up?

I need a favor.

I need you to suspend me.

Suspend you?

What the hell are you talking about?

I need you to trust me on this.

Good afternoon. Anhur Dynamics.

How may I direct your call?

I want to speak with Lon Scott.

Tell him it's Bob Lee Swagger.

Yes?

When you set bait,

it's important you clear your own smell.

Otherwise even a starving
animal will know it's a trap.

And what will
the starving animal do then?

You're about to find out.