Shooter

Previously, on Shooter...

Never should've burned that heroin.

You wanted to talk?

I know you're working on a story about a heroin ring

in Afghanistan. But it would help

if I knew who your source was.

You're Kurt Zehnder, former member of the 8113.

8113 is for life.

Nice grouping, sweetheart.

You mind if I see how she handles?

Yeah, actually.

Don't have to be a bitch about it.

Hey.

- Thanks for the backup. - Of course.

Any chance you could recommend

a good church to go to around here?

We go to St. Francis. It's just right up the road.

What's gotten into you?

You know, I was having a hard time

after Frankfurt, and...

you know, you being gone doesn't really

make it any easier, but...

today was a good day.

People think that the Deep State

is running things? Please.

It's Atlas. They're so black ops,

they're... they're "no ops."

They're Los Fantasmas.

- Why send these guys? - Zehnder said the cartels

were in bed with a shadowy organization called Atlas.

Said they even shared a banker.

Some fancy Wharton guy down in Mexico.

Zehnder better never stop running.

Swagger, it's me.

Too bad. You were the best of them.

Someone is hunting 8113.

No!

I love you infinity times infinity...

That means forever.

Every shit situation I've ever been in,

the only thing that kept me going

was what I had to be grateful for.

What can I do for you, Sheriff?

Yeah, give me 30 minutes.

Have a seat.

Yes, ma'am.

So, every time somebody gets shot around here,

you knock on his door?

Relax, Sheriff.

And sit down. You might learn a thing or two.

Earl Swagger was my partner.

I watched Bob Lee grow up.

I saw him go off to war to serve his country...

saw the shit his country put him through

when he came back.

And you flash a badge.

Thanks for coming in. We just have a few questions.

We got four dead cartel guys at the refinery.

Two of them, clean shot to the head.

Looks like they were shot at a distance.

You know anything about that?

I know most cartel guys

usually end up on the wrong side of a gun.

You know what? Maybe I could help.

On-site analysis... might give you a lead.

Were these guys Los Fantasmas?

So what are you thinking... a rival cartel?

- Turf war? - How 'bout I ask the questions.

Where were you yesterday, Swagger?

Do you own a long gun?

This was fun.

If they know who the bad guys are,

- why not take them out? - You dig up your lawn

to get rid of all the crabgrass, pretty soon,

- you got nothing but dirt. - Yeah, but better to win

a few battles than hand them the war.

Hey, look.

Whoever took those guys down... now, it don't matter to me.

But it might matter to Los Fantasmas, though.

What do you know about them?

Usual bullshit... drugs, guns, and girls.

But no matter what we do,

those trucks are still gonna come rolling across

the border with the drugs, and this afternoon,

those same trucks are going back

loaded full of money.

Trucks full of money?

This is for you.

Thank you, Mary.

Thank you.

Mommy says you're a bad man.

Hey.

So the dead guys at the refinery

- are Fantasmas. - So?

So, remember Nadine said they're connected

to Solotov and Atlas.

So now you wanna take on a cartel?

Naw, just... poke 'em a little.

How does that get us Solotov?

They share the same banker. We find him,

we cut off the blood and kill the tumor.

All right, so eat up and let's roll.

Hey, Mousey. Whatcha making?

A bunny.

Are you leaving?

Yeah, I gotta take care of something.

Look.

There's his tail.

It's a girl bunny.

Her tail.

Where are you going?

I'll tell you, if you can promise

- you'll keep it a secret. - I will.

- You sure? - Yeah.

I'm going to El Paso.

- Kiss Binkie good-bye, too. - Okay.

Bye, Binkie.

Hey. What the hell's so important

- we have to meet? - Zehnder faked his death.

What? He's still alive?

He was. He's dead for real now.

The evidence... everything Zehnder had, it's gone.

But... I think there's a bigger story

than just heroin smuggling.

Zehnder was ranting about some shadowy global conspiracy.

What, Atlas?

If they exist, I can't find anything on 'em.

The heroin story, it... it's dead.

I can't publish without evidence.

- What? - That's the third time

I've seen that car.

Did you do what I said?

Yeah...

Gallery Place to Metro Center five times,

and then I did another two times

just for the heck of it, you know?

Look, Atlas exists.

And they're coming.

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Anybody wanna get high?

Okay, Nailer,

this is definitely the place. It's all you now.

- I'm in the truck. - You look inside the building?

Yeah. There's pallets of money everywhere.

What?

Are you serious?

I mean, I don't see any cartel muscle.

We should take these fools.

Turks and Caicos, here we come, baby.

No, these guys aren't cartel. They're money launderers.

It's how they do security... high-tech and low-key.

Cameras let the bad guys know "We know what you look like."

And the cartel never forgets.

Aw, you guys are no fun.

Oh, heads up. You got company.

All right. I'll see you

on the other side.

Where are we going?

We're going to church, remember?

It's Sunday again?

No. It's not Sunday again.

Estella and I are helping out at the food drive,

and you have to meet with Father Dominguez

about your First Communion.

He's got permanent tattoos, Mom.

Yeah, so does your dad.

Get your booty in the car.

All right. Thank you.

- Don't forget your seatbelt. - All right.

- Let's go. - All right...

Seatbelts on.

- Buckle up, buttercup. - All righty.

- Ready? - Yup.

Who wants Sonic?

- Mmm! Tater tots? - Yeah.

Make sure to get some for Daddy for when he gets home.

Put... put the cans over there.

Go, go. But be careful!

- Hola, Mary. - Hi, Father.

Hi, Father. Thanks.

Oh, thank you for helping out.

Of course. I'm happy too.

- Hola, Father! - Como estás?

- Bien, bien. - Bien?

Hey... how are you doing?

I'm better, thanks.

If it starts going the other way again...

I'm always here.

Thanks. I'm managing.

I'm gonna set this over there for the cans.

All right, stop here.

Tranquilo, man. Tranquilo.

Get out

with your hands above your head.

Get out! Hands above your heads.

- Tranquilo! - Hands up!

- Hands up! - Tranquilo!

Keep walking! Go.

- You got 'em? - Got 'em.

- There you go. - Holy shit.