Shooter

Previously, on "Shooter"...

You ever hear of a group called "Atlas"?

There's no story here, Nadine... Atlas is a boogeyman.

I work for Senator Hayes,

the head of the Senate Intelligence Committee.

Can you begin to realize the things

that come across my desk?

You're having a heart attack, Senator.

I'm not worried about Atlas anymore.

Hayes' heart attack took care of that.

- It's over. - Hayes is not the end of this.

I know a place where you'll be safe.

- This is a kill list. - Who's Carlita Cruise?

Department of Agriculture.

Passports. She was prepared.

Why would somebody who works for the

Department of Agriculture have a go bag?

How much do you think you know about your father?

Atlas and the Swaggers

have been interlinked since the beginning.

I haven't heard the name Jimmy Poole in a long time.

He had a good job lined up at the slaughterhouse.

This was an ambush, Sheriff.

First guy was a decoy,

second guy was set up in there waiting for me.

You were at Bama.

I wanna know why this company offered Jimmy Poole a job.

Who's Jimmy Poole?

Jimmy Poole didn't kill my dad.

- There was a second shooter. - What'd you find?

Three bullets, like you said.

Someone left this patch on the body.

- What about the bullets? - Two at 125 grams,

and the bigger one at 173.

173's a rifle round. My dad was killed by a sniper.

Where you been, Swagger? You said morning.

Couldn't get here. VC ambush.

You still got the map?

You're late.

You're late.

Fall back!

Go, go, go!

Go, go.

Go, go, go!

Hey, where's O'Shea?

I don't know.

- Shit, he must've fallen behind. - God damn it.

Don't stop till you get to the rally point.

- Sergeant... - Go!

I'm sorry, Sarge. He came out of nowhere.

Okay.

I'll be your prisoner, all right?

Take me.

Big rank. Let the kid be.

Sarge, don't do it.

Just come to me. Bring it on in.

All right, come on.

Let's go.

What the hell are you boys doing here?

I thought I told you assholes to go back to the rally point.

Not without you, brother. Nice throw, by the way.

Come on. Let's go.

Sir, Lieutenant said you needed me?

You don't need to be formal with me, Swagger.

Russo will be fine.

You and your men celebrating?

Uh, we were reading some letters from home,

listening to a little Creedence.

You got a woman at home, Swagger?

West Texas, right?

Yes, sir. Her name's, uh, June.

I bet Miss June would be proud of you.

What you did today...

you saved your entire patrol.

Thank you, sir.

We're looking for educated men like you to help us out.

It would be a promotion.

Give you and June a real future after the war.

You interested?

Yes, sir.

That'll be all.

Hey.

What's in the box?

Some of my dad's things my mom had put in storage.

I was hoping I'd find...

It's nothing. I'm almost done.

All right. You have visitors.

What?

Team Swagger. They picked up a stray.

All we got from the safe so far is a kill list,

usual suspects, and a new name...

Carlita Cruise.

I take it Carlita's not the talking type?

No idea. She disappeared...

and left me with a nice parting gift.

Now, Julie said that you made a pretty big discovery

at the cemetery... something about your father?

Yeah.

Solotov kept saying that Atlas and my dad were tied together.

I don't know if he's right or not,

but there definitely was a second shooter

the night my dad was killed.

Oww.

All I got so far is Bama Cattle.

Uh, Bama, as in Red Bama?

You know Red Bama Junior?

No, I know Red Bama Senior.

He's been undersecretary for the Department of Agriculture

for three administrations.

Department of Agriculture...

it's the same as Carlita, the missing Atlas agent.

That can't be a coincidence.

Why the hell would Atlas wanna kill your dad?

No idea.

I'm gonna find out.

Pull.

Ugh, shit!

Reload it, Bert.

Shit.

You guys need to shut your mouth when I'm aiming.

You need to go easy on the trigger.

I didn't know your salary included shooting tips, Bert.

How much is my dad paying you for that?

Pull.

Hey.

Salinger told you to stay at the slaughterhouse.

Now, I don't see a lot of cattle

being processed out here.

I don't work for Salinger, Dad...

No, but he works for me,

and when I give him an order, you follow it.

It's called chain of command.

Now, you really stepped in it with that gas station business.

Going after Swagger with a couple of illegals?

What in hell is wrong with you?

I'm really sorry. I am.

Yeah, I know you are, son, but sorry don't count here.

You didn't break a vase.

I was just trying to help out like we talked about.

You let me deal with Swagger.

Give me one more chance to get him.

If you could've got him, he would already be got.

Now get on back to work.

Probably a lot of cow shit to sweep up.

What does Swagger know?

Well, he dug up his old man's body.

He's gotta know by now that Poole isn't the only shooter.

You want me to clean it up?

My son needs to learn that the way you hit your target

is to know where its headed.

Pull.

Nice.

The Capitol Hill crowd doesn't come around this way.

I don't think the gentrification wave

has hit here yet.

How much did Carlita have in there?

About ten grand in small bills.

Petty cash for an Atlas agent.

She was expecting us.

Or someone else.

No, Memphis had it right.

I was more hoping than expecting.

How many others did you bring?

Just me. I'm not here for a fight.

You just had a gun on us.

Man, you guys are dour. Did someone die?

I mean, other than the people that you've killed.

We don't usually put on a smile for someone

who tries to blow us up.

Sorry about that. Call it a cheap alarm system.

These locators are getting harder to find.

What do you want from us?

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

So you one of the good guys now?

I didn't say that, but you know as well as I do

it's the only way off their kill list.

Them or you.

And why are you on the list?

Two up, two down. That's how they prevent leaks.

Someone gets made, they kill everyone around him.

Where do you fit in the hierarchy? Up or down?

That's not important, but here's a question.

Did you know you'd set off such a shit storm

killing Senator Hayes?

- We didn't kill Hayes. - Come on, Johnson.

Memphis has a headache,

and I don't have time for the bullshit.

Okay.

Let's say we're interested in a partnership.

What's your plan?

First, let's go somewhere I know they can't track us.

- Yo. - Hey.

Do you have any coffee?

I usually just go for a run in the morning.

Nadine sent me Jimmy Poole's prison file.

Is that a hard no on the coffee, though?

Poole was the guy who killed my dad.

Rick Culp was the security guard on duty

the day he broke out.

You follow?