Shooter

Previously, on "Shooter":

Someone else is pulling the strings.

How do we know it wasn't Gregson?

The people who work for me affect real change.

People think that the deep state

is running things. It's Atlas.

There's a banker in Mexico.

He's running all the books.

What are these? Accounts? Passwords?

Atlas exists.

This is Jeffrey Dunning. He's a reporter.

There's no story here, Nadine.

You came all the way over here to tell me that?

I came because I still care about you,

and I was hoping

maybe you felt the same way.

Atlas... they're global.

They decide it's your time, that's it... it's your time.

Tio! Tio! Shit.

It's...

it's... Atlas.

You know who I am.

Mr. Solotov forgot

that invisibility

is essential to our success.

You want me to kill him.

I got your money.

And you would like

to purchase what with it?

Solotov.

It wasn't just my money

you stole.

It was his.

Swagger, if you have my money,

what are we waiting for?

Beautiful home.

Most men would be in bed, next to their wife.

You don't get to talk about her.

- I'm Travis. - I'm Julie.

Mary has her first communion this weekend.

You're more than welcome to come.

What the hell are you doing here?

If I die, you die,

and so does everyone you love.

And there is another one under the altar.

Okay, here. We're leaving.

I'll give you everything.

- Get down! - Isaac, no!

What the hell? I told you not...

I'm not here for you. I'm here for your boss.

We have a lot to discuss.

Senator Hayes.

You confident with that 19-11?

I gotta finish this,

and I could use your help.

When I have what I need, Swagger,

then you can die.

Get your ass out here, Jimmy.

This could all end without any more bloodshed.

It's all right now.

Ain't nobody else out here but me.

Is that you, Swagger?

Stop right there, Jimmy.

No need to rush things. Let me see your hands.

I ain't going back to that work house.

You're the one that reached out to me, remember?

Get your hands out where I can see them.

Jimmy...

Jimmy.

Damn it, don't!

Ah!

Jimmy!

Shit.

I don't want to have to kill you!

Shit.

Ah, shit.

Stupid son of a bitch.

Shots fired.

This is Sheriff Swagger.

I'm at the windmill off Route 39.

Suspect is down, but I've been hit twice.

Requesting immediate medical assista...

Say again, location. Over.

Sheriff, can you hear me?

Sheriff Swagger.

Sheriff Swagger?

Does the suspect have Swagger?

Does the suspect have Swagger?

Unknown at this time. Over.

Well, somebody better find out.

Finally, you wake up.

I was beginning to worry.

You want something for pain?

Ah, shit!

These games are pointless, Swagger.

All I want

is the Atlas bank account numbers.

Give them to me

and all of this can end.

I pulled your staples out,

so I got maybe 20 minutes.

We're 30 miles from the nearest doctor, so...

It's gonna end,

but you ain't getting shit.

You came here for a reason.

I know.

Maybe you like the symmetry.

But Swagger,

you do not get to die

until I get my money!

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Have a seat, Agent Memphis. You look winded.

Can I have Harris here get you some water?

I'm good.

Well, perhaps you'd like

something a little bit stronger.

Cut the shit, senator.

I'm here about Atlas.

I'm sorry.

Atlas?

A covert organization that uses assassins

to shape international events and policy.

Should ring a bell, senator. You run it.

Agent Memphis, the Senate Intelligence Committee

has been investigating rumors

around the group you're calling "Atlas" for years.

There's little chance you can present anything

we don't already know.

As far as the United States government is concerned,

the organization you're talking about is a myth.

Angela Tio didn't think so.

Mm?

- And who is that, exactly? - She was a US Marine.

She was murdered today.

Well, I'm sorry to hear it.

At this point, I think you and I

both know the world to be a very cruel place.

Most of us don't get to choose

the date and time we take our last breath.

For most people, that moment is chosen for them,

especially when they get involved with matters

that are bigger than they can possibly comprehend.

Now, if you excuse me,

Agent Memphis, I have work to do,

and you should probably go get yourself cleaned up.

You look disturbed.

It's clear.

Think he'd be a better shot, even with a broken wrist.

Those aren't his. They're mine.

He clearly has a thing for you.

- Go to hell. - Don't give me that.

How'd you know he was staying here?

Because there's only two motels in town,

and he mentioned barbecue next door.

All I know is for someone like Solotov,

catching feelings isn't normal.

Yeah, well, nothing's been normal since you

walked down our driveway two years ago.

Got something.

- What's that, a phone number? - GPS coordinates.

Could be his extraction point, could be a trap.

Well, either way, Solotov might be there.

Only one way to find out.

Come on.

What happened?

He was shot. He needs help.

You need to take him to a hospital.

I'm a vet.

He's an animal.

Fix him.

Jesus.

I should not have agreed to this.

You make sure you weren't followed?

I... I don't know. I'm pretty sure.

I took two cabs and the metro.

Tell me you don't have your cell phone on you.

I do.

Oh, come on!

So how long have you been helping Hayes with Atlas?

Atlas has been a crazy rumor around town

since I was an intern.

Everything from burying Jimmy Hoffa

under a giant stadium

to assassinating the Ukrainian president,

but I never thought it was a real thing.

You work for him.

My job is to do what he says

and not ask any questions.

I'm as surprised as you.

So you finally believe me?

I don't know. I don't know.

But right after you left,

he called Gregson, just like you said.

- What did he say? - I don't know.

Good-bye, Harris.

Hey, Nadine,

I'm not some super villain, okay?

I'm... I'm from Connecticut. All right?

I've told you everything I know.

Can you say the same?