Shooter

Previously on "Shooter"...

I didn't even know we had a safe in here.

Call my cell if you hear from Mr. Downey again.

- Harris got grabbed. - Harris!

Your former boss was holding on to

something for me. It's time I got it back.

I've never seen anything like that in my life.

Consider that your last meal.

- Ah! - Harris, it's me! We gotta go!

I came to ask what you want

with an irrelevant D.C. staffer.

I thought you'd want answers about your father.

When your daddy got back from Vietnam,

he found himself some comfort in the arms of a pretty girl

His was called Edie Poole.

I went and saw Edie today.

She gave me these to give to you.

Ah!

I brought you something.

It's the 1911 that Earl Swagger carried.

You think you can pay me off with some crusty pistol?

Bo Winnick wants to extort you over his ringing ear,

he's going to have to pay for it.

You know what, Sam,

why don't you let me help you get organized?

"Carlita Cruise: Department of Agriculture."

You're not the only ones who want to take down Atlas.

Let's go somewhere I know they can't track us.

There were four of us in the room

the day we emptied that safe.

- If we don't have it... - Then Gregson does.

Whatever you're looking at must be important

if you can resist my chicken fried steak.

It's my dad and some of his squad back in 'Nam.

Well, I guess we know where you got your looks.

There's something about this wounded guy.

I don't know what it is,

but I feel like my dad told me a story about him.

Well, why don't you call the V.A. after breakfast

and see if they can get you some answers?

I mean, the date and the type of injury helps,

but the V.A. will only get me so far without a name.

Then it sounds like you can afford a break.

Come and eat with me, before I have to go to Sam's.

Come on, baby, I'm all wound up.

I... I feel like I need to clear my head.

The Bolt gun or the MC7?

Scary how well you know me.

Again.

That one was dead center.

Yeah, but that's not the one we're aiming for.

Again.

Dad, does that one count?

Keep going.

This isn't fair.

Send another.

You don't even shoot long guns.

Send another.

Hey! Careful.

What did I tell you about handling a rifle?

Never point a weapon

at anything you don't intend to shoot.

Say it again.

Never point a weapon

at anything you don't intend to shoot.

Again.

- Okay, I get it. - Hey, come here.

Let me tell you something...

I served with a kid not much older than you.

A Corporal named Gutierrez.

Shot himself in the leg horsing around one night,

and just like that... his career was over,

all because he was acting like a dumb-ass,

like you are right now.

Grab the rest of the shit.

We're going home.

Hello, ma'am, my name's Bob Lee Swagger.

I know this is an unusual request,

but I was looking for some information

on a marine wounded in Vietnam in 1970,

a Corporal Gutierrez.

What the hell? Where are you going?

You have power over your mind,

not outside events.

Hey!

Realize this,

and you will find strength.

Hayes said you were a wild card.

Put the damn gun down.

You draw a lot of attention.

I'm popular.

Where's the decryption card?

I'm working on it.

No.

Not good enough.

I'm sorry, we didn't really have a chance

to make an acquaintance.

I'm the guy who's in charge of seeing this thing through

now that Hayes is dead,

which makes you the guy who's working for me.

I've been working on this mission for three years,

which makes me indispensable.

Bosses can be replaced.

Find the card.

Where's my driver?

You're gonna say I should've done a better job

of keeping things organized.

To that, I say...

you're 20 years too late.

Well, that is why I'm here now.

To show my appreciation, I...

I got you something.

- How did you get this? - Bo, of course.

Damned fool tried to sell the thing

across state lines without documentation,

so I gave him a choice:

my help in exchange for

dropping all charges against you

and getting the hell out of town,

or spend the next few years in federal prison.

Here we are.

I don't know what to say.

Don't mention it.

That pistol deserves to be in the hands of a Swagger.

Sam, why doesn't Bobby use it?

Earl and Bob Lee had a complicated relationship,

but only because Earl was complicated.

That man was encumbered by burden

unlike anything I've ever seen.

That sounds familiar.

Bob Lee was too young to understand

Earl's pain wasn't his fault...

to realize his daddy actually cared

a great deal for him.

I need to get through to him, Sam.

Bob Lee ought to be looking forward...

not back.

- Can I help you? - You Ramon Gutierrez?

Yeah.

You served with my father, Earl Swagger.

Son, that was a long time ago.

I understand. I just wanna ask you a few questions.

I know you and my dad were part of the Phoenix program.

- You thirsty? - Oh, no, thank you.

It's probably for the best. I make shit coffee.

Your old man still around?

No, sir. That's a shame.

He really knew how to cheer everybody up.

Earl Swagger?

Nicest man I ever met.

Why? What's the problem?

Just doesn't sound like my dad, that's all.

You served.

You know what kinda things we see over there.

It's enough to change a man.

What was it you saw?

Probably the same thing everyone sees in war,

only with the Phoenix program, you can't talk about it.

Hm.

Well, can you tell me anything about Atlas?

That some kind of operation?

With all due respect, sir, you can spare me the runaround.

I know that Atlas was the organization

born out of Phoenix.

What I don't know is my dad's involvement in it.

Well, we weren't running ops for the bogeyman,

at least not while I was still there.

Mostly it was stuff like

taking out VC leaders behind enemy lines,

a few of us boots on the ground and your dad on overwatch.

My dad was on the long gun?

Oh, he loved it.

I could barely get that thing out of his hands.

I take it that's why his son became "Bob the Nailer."

Mm. You know, this really is awful.

Hey, how'd you get your limp?

This?

On a mission.

Some general's bodyguard sprayed a few rounds our way.

I caught one in the leg.

I guess they didn't give you much time to prepare.

Gutierrez shot himself in the leg.

Now, I saw one out there. Are there others?

Atlas is stepping up their mission,

and we need to track down the decryption card to stop them.

We need to go after Red Bama.

Can I just float this out there real quick?

Um, what is the likelihood that I could disappear

and not have to look over my shoulder

for the rest of my life?

Zero?

It's ze... it's literally zero?

It's... it's on your faces. It's zero? Wow.

Red is Atlas.

Clearly he's got skin in the game,

given that shit he pulled at the mining site.

He's our HVT.

Except you of all people know

that in order to get at a high value target,

you don't always go at them head-on.