All language subtitles for Shooter.S03E02.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

- Previously on "Shooter"...
- Run along, sweetheart.

Ah!

Bo's filing charges against you.

Might wanna call a lawyer.

I'll settle for a clue of who you are

and what the hell am I doing here?

Patricia Gregson,

Deputy Director
Defense Intelligence Agency.

Well, I'm glad I can still
count on you, Patricia.

Don't let your problems
become my problems again.

This isn't a suicide,
and it's not some coincidence.

Your boss did this.

Help me take Hayes down.

Okay, what do you need?

The official report says your
father was alone when he died.

You and I both know
that was not the case.

You might wanna sit down.

We saw the news,
but I'll still need the card.

I resigned from the FBI this morning.

Time to start my new job.

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We'll be seeing some cooler
temperatures in the evening,

with lows of 58 in El Paso,

56 in Alamogordo, and 60 in Deming.

Traffic through downtown
has slowed a little bit

on the northbound side,

with a fender bender
on the right shoulder.

You wanna watch out for that to be sure.

Should be cleared up
shortly though we hope.

I-10, lookout...

Ahh!

Do you think Isaac Johnson
recruited you by accident?

Atlas and the Swaggers

have been interlinked
since the beginning.

How much do you think
you know about your father?

- Good morning, Bob Lee.
- Thanks, Anne.

I'm so happy you could stay with us.

Aw, you're doing me the favor.

You know, Anne might
look at property down here.

- Really?
- Maybe.

I miss my mister, and I miss my Mary.

Aww!

What's up?

Uh, I'm just... Working something over,

something about my dad.

Mary, why don't we go finish
your daddy's picture in my room

and you can help me finish unpacking?

Okay.

So, what's going on?

Solotov knew some things
about my dad's death.

I just... I just can't shake it.

Yeah, well, I'm sure
that he researched it.

He was a pretty good liar, you know?

No, baby... he knew that I was there.

Nobody knew that.

Wasn't in any of the reports.

Honey, you've only been home
for a few days.

I'd like you to stay around
for a few more, you know,

spend some time with Mary.

And no offense, but your dad's
been gone for over 30 years.

I mean, it can wait a few days, right?

Yeah, yeah, I just...
I got a couple questions

about Jimmy Poole's escape
from the prison,

and then that'll probably be
the end of it.

Okay.

Don't spend all day, okay?

Where is everyone?

ICE used this as a holding
facility since 9/11, sir.

It's being converted into
a women's prison.

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

Real piece of shit.

He got what was coming to him.

I was curious about his escape.

You remember any of it?

Eh, it was nothing escaping then.

You know, Jimmy sweet-talked
his way into the work farm here

to be closer to his wife.

He was looking to run
from the moment he got here.

- Why'd he wait until that day?
- He was a criminal.

They don't tend to operate with a plan.

- Were you on duty?
- Yep.

Highway cleanup.

Jimmy asked to use the head
and never came back.

Huh.

Something wrong?

I just heard he ran from here,

but hell, it was 30 years ago.

Yeah, maybe he did.

Like you said...

it was a long time in the past.

Bama Cattle. I saw their boxes inside.

Guess that's where you get
all your provisions, huh?

Convenient having 'em so close.

I heard a story they were
hiring undocumented labor.

Cut some kinda sweetheart deal
with the feds.

Must be nice.

I wouldn't know nothing about that.

Well, it's time to get back to it.

Thank you for your time.

Bama Cattle?

What is it? I'm busy.

Hm, we got a problem.

Bob Lee Swagger just paid
a visit to Wilson Penitentiary.

He's asking a whole lot of questions.

Son of a bitch.

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Did we have a meeting scheduled?

I'd let you make me coffee,
but I take mine without poison.

We're not stopping
until Atlas is finished.

I heard you were finished, Agent Memphis,

or... I guess it's just Nadine now?

Yeah, well, I got tired of
trying to figure out

who the good guys were.

Plus, I recently came into some money,

figured I'd open my own shop, like you.

Ah...

You kept the Atlas money.

I'm glad you did.

There's a lot of competition
out there, Nadine.

Private intelligence needs
more than just muscle,

Sometimes you need to
show some restraint.

Atlas has a lot of loose ends.

- We'd like to tie them out.
- Around their necks, no doubt.

Whatever works.

So why come to me?

'Cause you know everyone
and everything in this town.

J. Edgar would've been
jealous of your black book.

And, uh... what do I get out of this?

Nature hates a vacuum.

Point us in the right direction,

and we'll handle the rest.

You think Hayes was the end of the line?

Atlas isn't done, far from it.

How big is it?

Maybe you should've asked Hayes

before he had his heart attack.

Burial by paperwork.

Ah.

Bo Winnick wants to extort you
over his ringing ear,

he's going to have to pay for it.

Sign there, initial there.

Uh, I have a system.

I hope so.

Problem is, I've forgotten most of it.

You know what, Sam, why don't you let me

help you get organized? No, come on.

Look, you're not taking a dime from us.

It's the least that I can do.

Your husband doesn't need you at home?

Sam, contrary to the...

d�cor of this office,
we are not stuck in the 1950s.

Plus, Bob Lee's already
on another mission.

He, uh...

He thinks that Earl's death

needs to be reinvestigated, so...

Earl?

Yeah, Solotov got in his head.

I don't know, it seems
a little out there,

but I hope he doesn't take it too far.

Well, if it makes you feel any better,

he won't find much about Earl's death.

That dark night gave up
all her mysteries:

Two shooters, two dead.

Well...

you know Bob Lee.

That I do.

Hi, uh, two vegetarian,

extra spicy,

and, uh, just a water.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Thanks.

Vegetarian.

Of course.

I don't wanna talk to you.

Do I look like I'm asking?

Vamos.

You literally could've just texted.

You shouldn't even be in D.C.

You remember how we found Denning?

It took us ten seconds to find you.

How long before Atlas does?

I'm not worried about Atlas anymore.

Hayes's heart attack
took care of that. It's over.

Hayes is not the end of this.

We need access to his safe
before anyone else gets to it.

No one else knows it's there.

You wanna get in his safe,
run for Senate, win his seat.

Did you actually think I was
gonna help you with this?

You still have security clearance.

No, he fired me.

He never filed the paperwork.

As far as anyone knows,
you still work for him.

I'd rather not.

Well, that's how I felt
about meeting your mother,

- but I went anyway.
- Not the same thing.

I would love to meet your mother.

Where does she live?

- Excuse me?
- She like roses?

Harris, consider it a personal favor...

for me.

Thanks for meeting me.

I have to say, I'm not surprised,

but I'm not happy either.

Last thing in the world I wanna be doing

is reliving your daddy's death,

but like your daddy,

I can see you're not gonna listen.

That's the Poole file.

Been closed since '08.

Was this pretty much the layout?

I believe so.

To tell the truth, I never banked here.

So 12:38 p.m...

Everybody get the hell on the ground!

Don't you move!
Don't you try to draw on me.

Don't you reach for that.

Hitting it at lunch

was the smartest thing
Jimmy did that day.

Manager was gone, security detail halved.

I'll be taking this.

Thank you. Don't you move.

Hey, hands up against the wall!

And fill that up!

Silent alarm came in at 12:39.

We got the call and rolled.

Remember when I came to get your daddy?

Right now! Hurry up!

And don't you give me no dye pack, honey,

or I'm gonna come down,
and I'm gonna dot your I's.

You got that? You understand?

All right, hurry up, I ain't got all day.

Don't move! Don't look at me!

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
don't you make another move.

Don't you make another move.
We got ourselves a hero, huh?

Y'all see this?

A real hero, huh?

Ahh! Ahh!

Now you got yourself a story.

Tell your friends.

This for me? There we go.

Thank you very much.
Y'all have a nice day.

Don't look at me! Don't move!

- Where'd he get the Colt?
- Don't know.

It's a nice piece of iron.

Guy breaks out of prison,
and two hours later,

he's got a sports car
and brandishing that thing?

Car reported stolen at the dealership.

He could've hit any house between

the work farm and here to get the gun.

This isn't a cold case, Bob Lee.

It's closed. Earl made sure of that.

This got anything to do with
you being there that night?

No.

Listen, Bob Lee, there wasn't
nothing you could've done.

Nothing.

You were just a kid.

And you need to be in the
hospital, at least at home.

This isn't about me. It's about my dad.

There's something off
about this whole thing,

and I need to know what it is.

All right, so, what happened
to the security guard?

I thought I told you to get
down on the floor, old man.

I got a bad hip, asshole.

You got what you came for. Now leave.

I said get down on the floor now.

I didn't lie down in Korea,
and I'm not lying down now,

not for the likes of road trash like you.

Fair enough.

You're gonna lie down for me.

And don't move! What y'all looking at?

So, the guy's two seconds from freedom,

and he shoots a security guard?

So now it's gone from
armed robbery to murder one?

That's the chair, and he knows it.

We brought Jimmy in at least ten times:

assault, bar fights,
even hitting his wife.

He was an angry guy, Bob Lee.

Gunshot, alarm,

Jimmy exits, and his car's
parked right here.

Then he just walks?

That's what the witnesses said.

But why?

Weren't you guys coming in hot?

Yeah, sirens and lights.

He stops here?

Yeah, it used to be a burger joint.

Waitress called in after we left,

said Jimmy sat here
and ate a cheeseburger

while we were at the bank.

So, Jimmy Poole shoots up a bank,

walks four blocks, and has a bite to eat

while you guys just fly by?

Not a care in the world?

- Where'd he go after the burger?
- No idea.

Waitress said she went to call
the cops, and he was gone.

Maybe he was hoping for
a gunfight with your daddy.

Took off when he saw he wasn't there.

He wasn't looking for a gunfight.

He was waiting for a ride.

Somebody picked him up.

Means he had help.

...through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

All right, dig in.

I'm starving.

Mm, well, slow down, so you don't choke.

We worked up quite an appetite.

Oh, you did? What did you
and Aunt Anne do today?

We decided to paint my room.

Really? Oh, okay.

What color are you gonna paint your room?

Daddy's favorite.

Really, Bob Lee?

Yep?

You and Aunt Anne did some painting?

Close.

No, we just... we just prepped it.

We're gonna buy the paint
tomorrow after school.

Don't worry about, I'll get it.

Yeah? What color?

Blue.

- Good job.
- You got lucky.

I'm really happy my sister's here.

It's good for Mary
to have some stability.

Well, she seems like she's
doing okay with the divorce.

Hell yeah.

It's the best thing
that ever happened to her.

Her ex was a dick. You know that.

Mm.

By the way,
if you ever try to divorce me,

you should know I've learned a few things

about shooting in the last year.

You think you could take me?

Mm, in your current condition, hell yeah.

Plus, you're never gonna heal

if you don't stay off your feet, mister.

I had Sheriff Brown
walk me through the bank

after I stopped by the work house.

Jimmy Poole definitely had help.

It could all be connected.

Look, it was a long time ago, baby.

You don't feel like
you're chasing ghosts?

I don't know what I'm chasing,

but you know me, I'm not
really good at sitting still.

You're a sniper.

That's your entire job.

- Retired.
- Come on.

I don't know, I just got this instinct.

I hope I'm wrong, but it's not
gonna go away by ignoring it.

Baby, I've had enough
adventure for a lifetime.

- You sure?
- Yes.

- Huh? Positive?
- No.

You're gonna be fine.

They'll buy your confidence.
Just do your job.

This isn't really
my line of work, you know.

Well, look at it this way,

you don't have a choice.

Not helping.

Hi.

Oh, I didn't know you were back.

You didn't answer any of my emails.

Yeah, just grieving, you know?

- So sad. It's awful.
- Mm, yes...

Yes, but, you know, back to work, right?

- Government's still open, right?
- Yeah, that's true.

- Uh, do you mind?
- Nope, not at all.

Okay, just a few things
I gotta get for the archive.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, okay.

Sir, please step away from the desk.

Hi, uh...

I'm Harris Downey.
I... I... I work for Senator Hayes.

You have an ID?

Of course.

- Come with me, sir.
- Why?

Senator Hayes fired you a week ago.

Your presence here is a felony.

Collect the contents of
the safe and call the FBI.

Uh... this is a huge mistake.

If... if I could just
actually make a call, uh...

You have the right
to remain silent. Use it.

Stop it! Stop it!

He's not doing anything!

Oh! That was crazy!

This dumb dog. Oh!

Better throw it! Better throw it!

Oh!

Stop, you're hurting him.

Whoa!

Stop!

That's the point.

Yeah.

Little mutt!

That's far enough!

Hey, take it easy.

I ain't here for a gunfight, Johnny.

Swaggers ain't good for much else.

Yeah, well, I got a couple questions,

and if you're willing,
I'd like to ask 'em.

Questions about what?

About your Uncle Jimmy.

Holy shit.

Hey, Grandma, get on out here.

This is gonna be fun.

Say hello...

to Bob Lee Swagger.

Don't look like much.

You want I should...

send him on his way?

Let him say his piece.

You here to apologize for your daddy?

As far as I can tell,
it was a fair fight.

Losers on both sides.

Yeah, except your daddy
shot my son in the face.

Couldn't lay him out proper.

All right, ma'am,
I'm not... I'm not looking

to dig up any unpleasant memories.

- I just had a couple questions.
- So ask.

- I got food on the stove.
- All right.

So Jimmy only had two weeks
left at the work farm.

Why'd he run?

Now we ain't ever gonna know that.

He had a good job lined up
at the slaughter house.

Would've been set up real nice.

Bama Cattle?

Red Bama's done a lot for this family.

He felt about Jimmy...

and his bitch wife.

We done here?

What ever happened to his wife?

She skipped.

She couldn't get away fast enough.

Jimmy was too good for her, anyway.

Where'd she go?

To hell with her...

and to hell with you too.

Time to leave, Swagger.

Appreciate the time, Johnny.

Your dog looks like you, Suzy.

Yeah.

Hey! Hey...

They ain't telling the truth
about my Aunt Edie.

She's a good person.

I'm sure she is.

Sends me a birthday card
every year: $10.

That's real generous.

You Johnny's kid?

Does your dad have
a lot of friends around or...

There's always people around here.

Thanks for saving my dog.

Do I get a phone call?

Oh, thank God.

- Any trouble, Bill?
- None. Easy day.

Thank you for your help. I owe you.

What the hell's going on?

We needed the contents of the safe,

and we needed to get it out of his office

- without Atlas knowing.
- So you had me arrested?

Oh, not really. Bill's off duty.

There'll be no record.

But this is... this is all on purpose?

It's hard to tell what's what.

Well, it's not like
it's gonna be stamped "Atlas."

Is anybody gonna answer me?

Thank you for your service.

You coming?

Yes.

Are you with the police?

Uh, FBI.

I gave a statement to Capitol Police.

I read it.

Beckett, right?

Anything new since you gave
your statement?

No, the police took Harris
and the contents of the safe.

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

Do me a favor and call my cell

if you hear from Mr. Downey again.

I'll give you what you want.
Don't wave that gun in my face.

I just gotta open... I just...

Just open the register. Please.

Just get the gun out...

All right!

What do you want?

Why were you waiting there for me?

_

_

So, just a regular fill-up, huh?

I saw him about a mile back,

and I didn't think anything of it.

- They were following me.
- Yeah? Why?

Hell if I know.

They both got dried blood
on their clothes.

That's 'cause they both work
for Bama Cattle.

I stopped by the Poole farm.

Damn it, Bob Lee,
what'd you go and do that for?

Hey, Jimmy Poole said
Johnny had an offer from Bama

- to work there after prison.
- So?

So you don't think it's odd

I start poking around in
Jimmy's memory and now this?

This was an ambush, Sheriff.
The first guy was a decoy,

and second guy was set up
in there, waiting for me,

and I wanna talk to him.

This was a robbery, Bob Lee,

and any other sane person
would have called 911.

Look...

I don't know what's got
your head spinning on Earl,

but there's nothing there.

Hey, guys, I'm sorry I'm late.

All right, I'm gonna jump in the shower,

and then we can eat.

Come on, it's your turn.

It's all coded.

Well, what'd you expect, a treasure map?

Does anybody else care about

the several felonies we're committing?

The only one that matters is treason,

punishable by death.

That supposed to be funny?

I recognize some of these
numbers from that ledger.

Oh, let me see that.

Hm.

Looks like they use revolving accounts.

This is something,

- and it's not even coded.
- What?

Names.

Our names.

Harris, you made the cut.

What cut?

What is this?

This is a kill list.

- Surprised you're on it?
- Surprised I'm fifth.

Who's, uh, Carlita Cruise,
Department of Agriculture?

- I don't know.
- Bullshit.

- You know everyone.
- I guess not.

Let's find her.

They both got dried blood
on their clothes.

That's 'cause they both work
for Bama Cattle.

Red Bama's done a lot for this family.

He was waiting for a ride.

Means he had help.

Bob Lee, come to bed.

I'm sorry I forgot the paint.

I'm not the one that needs the apology.

Uh, the day just took a weird turn.

Oh, I know.

The sheriff called
and told me all about it.

I didn't go looking for it.

You never do.

What's that supposed to mean?

You're bleeding. Clean it up
before you come to bed.

Sir? I'm sorry, you can't go in there.

Sir? Sir?

- What the hell's going on?
- I'm so sorry.

I told him not to walk in here.

You Red Bama?

I'm told you're the man in charge.

- I'm Bob Lee Swagger.
- Oh, we're not hiring.

Actually I heard you might
have two new openings.

Yeah, well, you heard wrong.

Jane, call Security.

What is it that you want?

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

Who's Jimmy Poole?

He killed my dad...

but you knew that,

or else why would you send two amateurs

to kill me at a gas station?

You guys still hiring
illegals to cut meat?

I... I don't know what the hell
you're talking about.

Uh... two illegals tried to kill you,

and you're here?

Uh, what'd they... they give you
my name or something?

No.

ICE scooped them up

before they could even
finish being processed.

Never seen the feds move that fast.

It was almost like
somebody called in a favor.

Yeah, well, I don't know you
or any Jimmy Poole.

So why don't you get
the hell out of my office?

Hey, is that you?

Yes.

What kinda rifle?

I don't know. They're provided.

Oh.

Well then, who cut the tail off?

There's no blood on that knife.

Shit, they shoot it for you too?

Or maybe this guy did.

He looks like a pipe hitter.

There a reason why you're here?

When I hunt,

I like to look at my prey up close,

see what I'm dealing with.

You can learn a lot about
an animal when you surprise it,

like where it's weak.

- It's pretty boring.
- Nothing wrong with boring.

Yeah, well, if Carlita Cruise is here,

she's definitely not expecting us.

Or she is.

Uh, if you guys don't mind,
I'll just sit this one out.

That's fine by me.

If we're not back in ten
minutes, you're on your own.

Love you too, honey.

Door's unlocked.

No one's home.

Wonder if anyone ever was home.

Oh, found something.

Passports.

Huh.

She was prepared.

Hold on, Nadine!

Oh!

- We should go to the hospital.
- She's fine.

She could have a concussion.

She could maybe have a CTE even.

She's not a professional football player.

Yeah... please, I am fine.

Headache.

Flash bang in the go-bag. You're lucky.

That sink saved your life.

Why would somebody who works for

the Department of Agriculture
have a go-bag?

'Cause she works for Atlas.

She was on the list. They're cleaning up.

She's in the wind now for sure.

Okay, so, that's it, right?

We're go... we're going
to the police, right?

We're not going to the police, Harris.

Then where, okay?

Uh, you guys are obviously good
at this James Bond shit.

- I'm not.
- Okay, look...

I know someone who can keep you safe.

Told you not to go to Bama Cattle.

But I was right.

Red Junior practically shit himself.

He also filed a restraining order.

He said that you intimidated him.

- He has a witness.
- Oh, come on, that's not true.

I just asked him a few questions.

This needs to end, Bob Lee.

As soon as I know the truth.

All right.

Take a ride with me.

This was a long way to go

if you're just trying
to scare me straight.

Take a seat.

You remember what I said to you

the night we found you
in your daddy's cruiser?

You told me to forget everything.

Couldn't imagine
what you must be feeling,

being there when your daddy died.

Forgetting was the best I could do.

Radio was on.

I saved the audio.

Jimmy Poole killed your daddy, Bob Lee.

There's no conspiracy.

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 who reached
out to me, remember?

Put your hands up above your head.

Jimmy?

Damn it, don't!

Ahh!

Jimmy?

I don't wanna have to kill you.

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?

Sorry to have to do that to you.

Play it again, the last part.

- What?
- Just the last few seconds.

Requesting immediate medical assista...

Say again location, over.

Sheriff, can you hear me?

...immediate medical assista...

- That was a different gun.
- Oh, Jesus, Bob Lee...

No, no, listen, listen.

The report comes
almost a full second late.

Jimmy Poole and my dad
were 20 feet apart.

They would've come together.

Just what are you saying?

I'm saying that
Jimmy Poole didn't kill my dad.

There was a second shooter.

Absolutely not.

It's the only way to know for sure.

Even if your daddy was
killed by somebody else,

probably a Poole, by the way,

what the hell would that matter now?

So, you're okay with my dad's
murderer just walking around?

Watch your tone, son.

I heard it too, Sam.

Bob Lee's right.

- You on board?
- 100%.

The sooner we get this
behind us, the better.

There was no autopsy,
since it was open and shut.

That means the lead
might still be in there.

It's a good thing your daddy is dead.

He'd kill me for doing this.

Last chance.

I'm ready. Let's do it.

He was a stubborn son of a bitch.

But I won the last fight.

He didn't want any mention
of that Medal of Honor.

He barely mentioned it when he was alive.

Yeah, well, humility's for the living.

He won it, and I figured
people should know.

You and Julie wanna
wait back at the station?

No, we'll wait here.

Stop, stop.

What, are you having second thoughts?

This isn't his grave.

That's his name right there, son.

It's... it's his.

No, Dad wanted to be buried next to vets.

I remember it. It mattered to him.

These ain't vets.

Look, maybe the cemetery moved him.

I don't think they moved him.

I think someone moved his headstone.

It's here.

Look.

Veterans on either side,

and the family name in the middle

matches the other stones back there.

He's right.

This just keeps getting weirder.

Over here!

- I need the jet.
- Need it for what?

I'm not asking, Bert.

Gas it up and have it ready.
The Caribbean.

- It's hurricane season.
- Well, then the Swiss Alps.

Okay, man? I don't really give a shit.

Calm down.

You don't tell me what to do, all right?

I want the jet, and I want it now.

I'd lay off that marching powder.

- Who the hell do you think...
- Your dad is on the way,

and he left instructions.

He said you are to stay here
at Bama Cattle,

and continue to operate
as if nothing has changed,

because nothing has.

Swagger knows.

Swagger doesn't know shit.

Besides, who are you more afraid of?

I'll fly commercial.

As I said, you are to stay here.

Take a seat, Bob Lee.

You're making my head hurt.

I wanna go in there and make
sure they're doing it right.

The M.E. is a friend of mine.

He didn't even know
why I was calling him in.

Trust me, it's fine.

Besides a sealed body after 30 years

is not how you wanna remember your daddy.

- Well, that was a first.
- What'd you find?

Three bullets, like you said,
and something else too.

Someone left this patch on the body.

It wasn't stitched onto
the uniform, like the others,

just draped on top.

What about the bullets?
Did you weigh 'em?

Two at 125 grains,

and the bigger one at 173.

And you removed the bigger
one from the chest wound?

- Correct.
- 173?

173's a rifle round.

My dad was killed by a sniper.

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