Shooter

Previously, on "Shooter"...

Atlas and the Swaggers

have been interlinked since the beginning.

Brooks killed my father.

You're going to prison, not the Supreme Court.

Swagger!

I run this country.

Me, not you and your goddamn cabal.

For decades, presidents have told me the very same thing.

Must be Atlas operations HQ.

I came here to take out the top of the food chain.

Brooks is dead.

There is no Atlas.

- You and I are not finished. - I never said I was.

An event is imminent, right here in D.C.

I need you to find out what it is and stop it.

You'll still have the problem of these evil forces in the shadows.

Unless you agree to shoulder the burden.

Sweetheart, this is the last thing I need to do.

I'm done. Mary needs at least one parent.

- Don't give up on us. - This is just who you are.

You're the man that runs towards a bomb

and not away from one.

If I'm willing to make that sacrifice with my family,

what do you think I'd be willing to do to yours?

You do anything to them,

your body will hit the ground before you even hear a gunshot.

There's a 4-4 split on the court.

Brooks would have made it 5-4. Brooks dies.

There is no backup nominee.

But 4-3 would still win it for them.

They're gonna kill a Supreme Court Justice.

- He's been building a bomb in here. - What's his target?

So, who's excited to go visit the Supreme Court today?

FBI! Evacuate the area!

The explosion is a diversion to get the Justices evacuated.

Shit.

Mom! Mom!

- Where you going? - Supreme Court!

He's gonna pick up his target there!

Nadine.

Justice, you've been ordered to evacuate.

Let's go.

I'll go with her.

I'll go with her.

- I'm not gonna be much help in a gunfight. - Then don't get in one.

Bob Lee doesn't need a second gun,

he needs someone to help him navigate that building.

- Go. - Okay. All right.

- You, too. - Not a chance.

This way, please.

Move towards the lawn. This way, this way!

Towards the street, please. Toward the lawn.

Guys, this way. This way please.

Not gonna work.

If you try any eyes-knees-groin,

they're gonna think you're the terrorist.

The bus was a decoy.

I think the bomber went this way.

I gotta get into this building. You have any ideas?

Yeah, follow me.

Move towards the lawn!

- This way, this way! - Hi. Excuse me, hi.

We need to find, uh, Henry Van Tassell.

He's an aide to Justice Stewart.

Can't do it. Building's being evacuated, sir.

Yeah, that's the problem.

He called me about ten minutes ago before the bomb went off

He sounded scared, he said he was in trouble. Here.

So look, do what you gotta do, we're gonna go look for him. -Hold on...

- Anybody of value has been evacuated, okay? - No, you guys...

Keep the ID! Keep it, okay?

We're not the bad guys. Thank you. -

It's a big place.

- Where's the judges' chambers? - This way, this way.

Come on.

Wait, what's that?

Shit...

- What happened? You okay? - My head...

- Who did this? - I didn't get a look at him.

I need to get to Justice Gibson.

Why?

I'm her driver.

- This is ridiculous. - Ma'am?

Think we're outside the blast radius yet?

Turn around. I have work to do.

The evacuation protocols are very clear...

Don't talk to me about protocol, young man.

Protocol calls for my regular driver.

Yes, ma'am.

- Where are we going? - Arlington.

Oh, good.

I can stop by and say hello to my husband.

I'm not the Queen, get out of my way.

Ramiro, it's my lucky day.

- Oh, is it? - How's Dolores?

Oh, she's always worried, you know.

Drag us out of our office for nothing.

Okay, so we know the evac location.

- What's the plan? - Find a radio and call it in.

Uh, we can't. Coms are encrypted during a terrorist event

so nobody can listen in.

What are you doing? Wait, where are you going?

- Improvising. - What...

Are you gonna steal this cop car?

- Yep. - What do I do?

Report me and tell them where I went.

Okay.

*SHOOTER* Season 03 Episode 13

*SHOOTER* Episode Title: "Red Light"

Synchronized by srjanapala

- Mr. Johnson. - Yes.

- Husband? - Brother.

Okay, uh, she's stable, but she's in bad shape.

Shrapnel grazed her carotid artery.

And that's the good news,

'cause three millimeters to the right and she would have died.

- She awake? - Uh, no.

You're welcome to stay.

Uh, or if there's a change, we can always try to call you,

but as you can see, it's...

- I'll stay. - I'll let somebody know.

- Yeah. - Hey. News?

She's stable now, but touch-and-go earlier.

Jesus.

Um, I'm on my way.

I gotta walk, every street is gridlocked.

Looks like the target was Justice Gibson.

- They get her? - Not yet.

Bob Lee stole a police car and is driving it to Arlington.

He wanted me to tell you.

Isaac?

I'm not going anywhere.

Tell Nadine I'll see her soon.

Yeah.

What's this for?

Swabbing for anthrax, Justice Gibson.

My understanding is it was a bomb, Corpsman.

Just a precaution.

Need your weapon and your mobile.

I'm responsible for the Justice's safety.

Not here.

I'm told you can make personal calls from a secure line.

Who would I call?

I'd rather have a chat with my colleagues.

Where are we waiting?

Just down the corridor here, ma'am.

You can stay here.

I'm just going to go grab some paperwork.

- Get into the safe room! - Go, go!

Shit.

Stop.

Hands up.

All right, I'm SWAT, I'm off-duty.

ID, now.

Okay, it's in my wallet.

- I'm gonna reach for it. - Slowly.

This way, please. Everybody inside.

Wow.

Yeah, okay, now I'm scared.

You don't look so bad

for someone who got shrapnel in their neck.

You look pretty bad for someone who didn't.

- How's the kid? - She's fine.

You saved her.

She's lucky.

Bad shit is always gonna happen, Nadine.

How we respond to it, that's what matters.

They killed my wife, I killed them.

That was the wrong play.

We gotta take this all the way.

I'm not sure there's anyone left, Isaac.

There's always someone.

So, what, you want to take on the world?

Yeah, but in the right way.

You really wanna do this?

Become Atlas?

POTUS practically engraved the invitation.

Like I told Gregson...

Nature hates a vacuum. Somebody needs to fill it.

Where's Swagger?

He got a lead. Justice Gibson.

What... What are you doing here?

Because if he fails, they'll be here next.

You're in no condition to fight.

This reminds me of that bomb threat from two years ago.

At least, that time we were locked down in our chambers.

I hate to say it, but there are worse places to die.

I'm proud of the work we do.

Some nutball wants to silence us,

we must be doing something right.

I need to see Justice Gibson.

No one in or out till all-clear.

I'm not asking.

Don't touch him!

Shit.

- He's got a suicide vest. - Jesus Christ.

Ramiro, the moment he opens the door,

he's gonna blow that thing. I don't think a fire extinguisher's gonna help.

If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die fighting.