All language subtitles for Shooter S03E11 - Fuego familiar

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- Previously, on "Shooter..."

- So you're not
gonna shut them down?

- For what?
All we got are a couple

of unregistered firearms
and an illegal fighting ring.

- Bob Lee had that photo
of Semtex.

- It wasn't there.
The torches were empty.

- Go, before he comes back.
- I'd wish you luck

but I wouldn't mean it.
- Same here.

- You won't do this.

- This is what you want.
There's a yellow hard drive

with all Atlas' plans,
not just the one

that concerns the card.

- Must be Atlas operations HQ,
where they keep the files

on all their missions
and operatives.

Got it.
My dad's file.

- Please state
your phone identification.

- Ray Brooks,
Operation Windmill.

- Brooks killed my father.
I'm gonna kill him.

We gotta go, now.
- We gotta get that drive.

- What's the final check

on absolute power
in government?

- The Supreme Court.
- They're split 4-4.

- Atlas is trying
to tip the balance.

- Why don't you and your men
take up defense positions?

- This is my team, Brooks.

- Well, you know
what they say, Swagger.

Three people
can keep a secret

if two are dead.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
our next Chief Justice

of the Supreme Court,
Ray Brooks.

- Whatever it is
they're planning,

it won't end
until someone stops them.

- Are those listening devices?
- Yes.

We're not safe here anymore.

- You shouldn't have had
to see your old man like that.

You don't treat people
that way,

especially your wife.

You hear me?

♪

I been dealing
with some stuff, lately.

That's probably why
I've been so hard on you.

- Can I help?

- No.

♪

- Don't come home.

Not until you're ready
to stay.

You know,
there are a lot of ways

that you're like your dad.

There's plenty of ways
that you're not.

- Go, Bob, go,
- It was my fault!

- It's gone--Don't!
- No!

[sinister music]

♪

- [sighs]

There had to have been more
than a dozen Atlas recruits

at the campus.
You only brought three?

- They weren't exactly
lining up to be taken in.

Anything on those files
we salvaged?

- Personnel records,

descriptions
of training exercises.

Not enough to indict Atlas,
especially now

that the campus
no longer exists.

- You can thank our leader
for that.

- [sighs]
We need these guys to talk.

- Leave it up to me.
- They're trained.

You can't just beat
the information out of them.

- The clock is ticking.

We don't have many moves left.

- Wait.

Follow my lead.

[tense music]

♪

- Forgot your water bucket.

That's the plan, right?

Torture us for intel?
- Not exactly.

- But that option's
still on the table.

- We know you have
extensive training

in enhanced interrogation,
and to be honest,

we don't really have time
for that.

- So what do you want with me?

- To offer you a job.

- I'm already employed.
- Really?

Have you seen
your old workplace lately?

- Atlas as you know it is over.

- This is some kind
of test, right?

Russo looking
through that camera?

- Russo's dead.

- We're the new management.

- Why me?
- You tell us.

We know Atlas is planning
an attack on D.C.

You give us the information
to help stop it,

you get to work for us.

- And if I don't?

- Atlas likes to have leverage
over its members.

- Pretty sure there's things
in there that you want

to keep a secret.

♪

- I'm just a recruit.

I don't get intel on ops.

- Then tell us
where to find it.

- Every operation is siloed.

The only people on the planet
who know the details

of the mission
are the ones who order it...

- And the person executing it.

- The order would have
to be relayed somehow.

We haven't found
any trace of it.

- Then it's tier-one.

Means everything's
face-to-face.

- Tell us how
these tier-one missions work.

- If this is a job interview,

I believe this is where
we would discuss compensation.

- Name your price.

- 500,000.
- 700 grand.

And a boat.

- Freedom.

I'll help you guys out...

but then I get to walk away.

No questions asked.

♪

- Welcome to the new Atlas.

♪

- Sorry, sir.

You missed a call.

[phone beeps]

- Please state
your phone identification.

- Ray Brooks,
Operation Windmill.

[crowd chattering]

- Confirmed. Mission complete?

- No.

Target in sights.

but there's someone else here.

- Hey, nice to see you.

- A kid.

In the back seat
of the police car.

Abort or proceed?

- So we have the press
over there.

Your assistant said that
that's where you wanted them.

Feel free
to adjust the microphone,

test anything out.

- Test, one-two, one-two.

- Let me know if you need
a glass of water.

- Thank you.

- Your call, Agent.

[people chattering]

[gunshot]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪

.

- Concentrate every minute
like a man

on doing what is in front
of you...

and free yourself
from all other distractions.

Do everything as if it were
your last thing in your life

and stop being aimless.

Stop letting your emotions
override

what your mind tells you.

Stop being hypocritical,

self-centered.

- Hello?

Hello?

- I'll be right there, Sister.

- You see how few things
you have to do

to live a satisfying
and reverent life.

- Hope I'm not disturbing you.

- Oh, I'm just doing some work
on the bus.

- The air conditioning
in the front office

is out again.

- I'll be right in.

- Thank you, Eli.

[tense music]

♪

- You're--you're paying off
Atlas agents now?

- We have a play.
- Does your new band

of mercenaries
have a name, yet?

'Cause "The A Team's" taken.

You--you cannot
be okay with this.

Right?

Thank you.
Someone reasonable

finally shows up.
- Harris, I need you

to get me in
to a Congressional hearing.

- Oh, I fu--ing hate you guys.
Jesus.

- What's going on?
- Can you do it or not?

- Uh, yeah.
With the right paperwork, yes.

- They'll check you
for weapons.

- Trust me,
I know what I'm doing.

- Until you're staring down

the man
that killed your father.

- Bob Lee, we've tried
taking out the heads of Atlas,

and that still hasn't stopped
the attack.

That needs to be our focus.

- Brooks is the only person
who can give me

the answers I want.

I'm just gonna talk to him.

Harris, let's get it going.

[tense music]

♪

- It's amazing
how much power resides

in such a small group of people

who can never agree.

Good thing we'll have you
as a tie-breaker.

- If I can get that far.

First they come at me
with Earl Swagger's affidavit.

Now his son...

is marking me.

- Well, then maybe instead
of measuring drapes

in your new office,
you should go to your hotel

where I can protect you.

- That sounds like an order.

- Well, it's not a suggestion.

- Red, I don't answer to you.

Russo and Gold may be dead,
but don't expect me

to call you "sir."

- There are more things
at stake here than ego.

Your being on that bench

dictating the law of the land
in this country,

that's the only thing
that keeps us protected.

Keeps Atlas on the right side
of history.

- Then do your job.

Put Swagger down.

- I am dealing
with that situation

as I see fit.

- If I didn't know better,
I'd say you lost

the stomach for killing.

Maybe that's what happens
to a man

after he buries his son.

- The campus is gone...

and the days a crazed gunman
like Solotov running around

on behalf of Atlas are over.

Soft power.

Second and third order effects.

All the upside with none
of the blood on our hands.

But if you want to see killing,

you talk about my boy
one more time.

- [laughs]

There's the Red I know.

- You finish your meetings,

and you go
to your goddamn hotel room.

- Why'd we stop here?
I thought you said

we were going to Yosemite?
- [laughs]

- We are, but New Mexico
is on the way.

Plus, this place is awesome.
It has a pool and everything.

- [gasps]
I call this bed!

I definitely call this bed.
- 'Kay.

[laughing]

- Is Dad still coming?
- Uh, you know what?

Daddy is on a mission,
but...

we have a mission of our own.

- We do?
- Mm-hmm.

- I--I think
she missed the briefing.

- You guys had it without me?
[both laughing]

- Do you want to know
what our mission objective is?

- Yes.
- Eh...

- Please, please, please!
- Our mission objective...

is to have fun.
- [giggles]

- Do you accept?
- Oorah.

- Oorah!

- Thank you, Mr. Walters.

- You and I must be headed
to the same place.

- Actually, I'm here for you.

- Little reckless to try
to make a move here.

- You mean like
going for Brooks?

That's something
your dad tried

but failed at.

- You're not
in my sights right now.

Keep talking.

- Don't be your father.

Don't be the man who ruins
not only his life

but the lives
of those around him.

- Tell that to Red Jr.

- If I'm willing
to make that sacrifice

with my family,

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

- That'd be a very bad move.

- But one you seem
to have anticipated.

Putting them on the road
was smart.

[suspenseful music]

Oh, you didn't know?

Well, they've got
the right idea

getting as far away from you
as possible.

They're in Albuquerque.

- If you do anything to them...

Doesn't matter where you are,
doesn't matter

how safe you feel,

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

♪

- You know I'm willing
to take that chance.

Are you?

.

[suspenseful music]

[phone vibrating]

- This is Julie...
- Shit.

- You know what to do.

♪

[phone vibrating]

- Sweetie, why don't you have
some cereal

or a muffin or something.

- Okay, you get that.
- Yeah?

[line ringing]

- Actually, just get her

whatever she wants--
I'll be right back, okay?

- Whatever I want?
- Yeah, she said

whatever you want.

- Hello?
- Hey, why are you--

why are you using the burner?
Where are you?

- I'm out, why?
- Are you in Albuquerque?

- How'd you know that?
- I didn't.

Red Bama knew.

- Look, they bugged the house.

They got inside,
so we couldn't stay there.

I packed up the car
and we left.

- Okay, I'm on my way.
Where are you?

- Don't bother.
- Don't bother?

- It won't make a difference
anyway, all right?

You're in D.C.
and I'm in New Mexico.

It'll take you half a day
to get here.

- Julie, I'm serious.

I'm coming to get you.
Where are you?

- Please just trust me.

I have to relocate us now.

- Okay, just promise me
you'll call me

when you're safe.
- I will.

- Mommy, look what I got!
- Wow.

♪

- I have the time it takes
to grab a coffee

before my boss starts wondering
where I am.

- All Atlas recruits.

All explaining what Atlas is
and how it operates.

- Where'd you find them?

- You see that nuclear
waste site

that went up in flames?

- It was an Atlas
training ground.

That's all the hard evidence
you need to show Atlas exists.

- Great.
Well, I'll start

building a case,
and we'll slap collars on them

in two years.

Don't give me that look.

You brought me a home video
and an ash heap.

- With this, we should
at least be able

to get warrants to tap phones
and put surveillance

on Red Bama and anyone else

who comes close
to touching Atlas.

- We know they operate
in the shadows.

If we shine
a bright enough light,

we can isolate them
and then stop them.

- Last time I put myself
on the line for you,

we raided
a glorified frat house

and I got jack shit.
- This attack is gonna happen

any day now!
- I'm not about to cowboy up

and go after an Undersecretary
and a Supreme Court nominee

and hope something sticks.

That's why I still
have my job, and you two

are riding around
like Uber drivers.

- What do you need?

- A body and a smoking gun
would be nice.

[sinister music]

- [scoffs]

- Harris!
- Jesus...

Yes, yes.

- Where's Isaac and Nadine?
- Uh--busy, I don't know.

- All right, come with me.

- Are you hungry?
'Cause I was just--

- Now.

[dramatic music]

- Margo was right.
- We still have

the three Atlas recruits.

We'll just press them harder.

- Even if they have
the information that we need.

it could take days
to break them.

Follow my lead.

Perotta, you're free to go.

♪

Where are we
with the Semtex?

- You found the explosives?

- Means we no longer need you.

- You have your freedom.
- Just like that?

- Well, it's not that simple.
Disappear.

- I don't want to be looking
over my shoulder.

- What part of "disappear"
don't you understand?

♪

- Line is baited.

- How can you be so sure
he'll lead us to something?

- He's the only one
who didn't want to get paid.

He's not switching sides;
he's trying to double up.

The first thing he's gonna do?

- Report that we know
about the Semtex.

- We gotta find out
what room Brooks is in.

- All right, what do you need
from me?

- Moving through the lobby
and the first floor

should be fine, but there's
no way we're gonna ride

right up to the front door
of his suite.

So what we need to do--
Harris!

Hey! Harris!

- Hey, what's up, bro?
- Hey, man!

[clock chimes]

[indistinct chatter]

- The Nats better lock up
Harper long term, right?

That's all I'm saying.

[sharp exhale]

Okay, uh, Brooks is in
the Presidential suite.

He's been there
for the last three days.

There's a service elevator
that goes directly

to a back room in the suite,
but you're gonna need

a special key card
that security's

been changing out every day.

First thing you learn
when you're an aid:

Make friends with the staff.

- Nice.

Think your friend has access
to a wheelchair?

- I can ask.

- Go put your swimsuit on.

Here.

You packed it, right?

Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Whoa, what are you doing?

- I'm avoiding family fire.

If we need it,
gun's in the safe.

Magazine's under the mattress.

- Like I know
how to use it.

I'm asking you
what happens next.

- We lay low
'till this thing blows over.

- [scoffs]
That's it.

- Anne, we don't know
who we can trust, okay?

- This is insane.
- This is my reality.

I-I'm sorry that you're
caught up in it.

I'm doing the best that I can.

- Does Bob Lee know
how to stop these people?

- Bob Lee's on the other side
of the country.

[tense music]

We have to take care
of ourselves.

♪

- Okay.

- All right, up ahead,
push the chair

into that guard.
- You do it.

- Harris.

- Fine, fine, fine.
Fine, fine, fine.

[sighs]

Ah!
- Oh, God.

Oh, I'm so sorry--
- What the hell?

- I'm so sorry, sir.
Are you okay?

I--I just didn't see
where I was going.

Our--our uncle's
having surgery.

Sorry again.

- Calm down.
- You calm down!

I told you, I hate this shit.

What--what was the point
of that, anyway?

Ah.

[lock beeps]

- All right,
leave the chair here.

You can go wait in the car.

- Hey. Say no more.

[suspenseful music]

♪

[lock beeps]

♪

- You need anything else, sir?

- Wait downstairs by the door.

If I need something, I'll call.

♪

- [grunts]

[both men grunting]

♪

You got nowhere to run.

♪

- How long do you think
it's gonna be before the others

know you've got me?

You think you're gonna
get out of this?

♪

You didn't plan this very well,
did you, Sergeant?

.

[birds chirping]

- You said you were just
gonna ask him some questions.

He's nominee for Chief Justice
of the Supreme Court--

there's not even a word
for what we're doing right now.

- Stop talking.

- Plus, you lied to me
- Pull over here.

Out.

[tense music]

♪

- Beautiful day to die.

♪

- No. No, no, no.
No, no, no, no.

Look, I helped you.
If you kill him,

I go to jail, too.
- I threatened you.

You had no choice.

- Come on, man, this isn't you.

♪

- Move.

Stay here.

♪

[phone line trilling]

- Hey, what's up?
- The Texan took the snake

into the woods with a shovel.
- What?

- The Texan...
took the snake...

into the woods--
- Speak English.

- Bob Lee took Brooks
into the woods with a shovel

and I think
he's gonna kill him!

- Are you with him now?
- No, he--

he told me to wait here,
so I called you.

- I'll get there
as soon as I can.

I'm sure
they're tracking Brooks.

Where are you?
- I don't know, I--

I got distracted
thinking about being

an accessory to murder.

Um, east off of 95, by--
by an old shack.

- I'll find you.

Get to Swagger, warn him
that Atlas is coming.

And Harris?

You have to stop Swagger

from doing something
that he'll regret.

I'll be in touch.

[line disconnects]

- [sighs]

- Isaac, you copy any of that?
- Let me guess:

Bob Lee stopped Atlas
and solved health care.

- I have to peel off
and handle this.

Can you stay on Perotta?

- Got him.
- Okay.

You're on your own.
Be careful.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- Pick up the pace.

Turn here.

- Threatening death only works

if a person is afraid to die.

- Courage is for the living.
Everybody's scared in the end.

- Sounds like we're gonna
find out who's right.

Regardless, you're gonna
be disappointed.

'Cause unlike
your coward father,

I won't break.

♪

- Get digging.

[rousing orchestral music]

♪

- You got my message, sir?

♪

- Now, you say
what you've got to say,

and it better be more
than "I'm sorry."

- I surrendered to get inside
their operation.

They think I'm a recruit.
They don't know I'm active.

- So I'm supposed to think
that you're still useful?

- I've completed dozens
of missions.

I am loyal to Atlas.
- Loyalty is one thing.

Value is another.

- They know where
the explosives are.

- Did they mention how
they found the explosives?

- No.

- We can't allow them
to intercept it.

- How would you like me
to proceed?

[phone vibrating]

- Holy shit...

[sighs]

Gotta hand it to Swagger.

If only his brains
were as big as his balls.

I'm gonna need gunmen
to finally settle

this Swagger situation.

Do you have access
to other agents?

- Yes, sir.

- You want to prove your value?

Go deal with him.

♪

- So you think
we're being watched now?

- I'm not sure.
We have to pretend

like everything is normal
until I can figure out

our next step.
- All right.

- Mom?
- Yes, sweetie?

- The pool's too cold,
and I forgot my towel.

- I-I can get it for you,
sweetheart.

Do you know
where you left it, Mary?

- No, no, no, I'll get it.
All right?

You two stay here.

[tense music]

♪

[camera shutter clicks]

♪

Hey, Bob Lee.

I was hoping
I would catch you.

I just wanted to let you know
we're checked in

to the Desert Lodge
for the next two days.

Yeah, we're--
we're looking forward

to seeing you I'm--
I'm just wondering what your--

your schedule is.

When you're gonna--
when you're gonna get here.

Um...

Don't forget to--
to bring Mary a present.

It'll really help
with everything.

Okay, um, talk to you soon.

I love you.

♪

- Anne.
- What?

- We need to go now.
- But my wallet and my ID--

everything's in the room.
- Come on, let's go.

Come on, Mary.
- Okay...

- Come on, let's go, sweetie.

Let's walk to the car.

Don't run.
Let's go.

♪

[engines turn over]

♪

- [panting]

[suspenseful music]

♪

Ow...

Come on...

These are suede...

Son of a bitch!

Well, at least
I found the car...

Again.

Shit--

♪

- They went north.

[sinister music]

♪

- Why'd you kill my dad?

- You already know the reason.

- No, Atlas could have had
anybody pull that trigger.

You took the risk.
You shot a man you served with.

- Don't give me
that "brotherhood" crap.

- He was trying
to do what was right.

He was gonna tell the truth
and expose you.

- He had a guilty conscience.

He was about to come clean
on what he had done.

- Bullshit.

- Your dad
was running black ops

before I ever came along.

- He quit
because of what you did!

He and you are not the same.

- It sounds to me
like you're trying

to convince yourself.

- On your knees.

- What do you want me to say?

That your dad was a good guy?

That he was a hero?
He died fighting the bad guys?

That's not this story.
- He was following orders.

- So was I!

- If you and my dad
are so much alike,

how come he didn't shoot you
when he had the chance?

- Because he was weak.

That's why I'm here
and he's not.

- You're wrong.

My dad was a lot of things,
but he wasn't a murderer.

That's why you're here
and he's not.

♪

- I found you!

They're here!

Atlas!

.

- Hold your fire.

We can't hit the Judge.

- Hey, hey--

[suspenseful music]

Harris, stay low.

♪

- They'll have you surrounded
in under a minute, son.

- Don't call me "son," asshole.

Harris, we have to get
to higher ground.

- The park road's up there.
- You gotta come to me.

- I--I'll get shot!
- I can't hold them off

with eight rounds,
you'll get shot anyway.

- Okay, what?
Like a "one, two, three, go?"

- Just move!

♪

[gunshots]

♪

Whenever I say "move,"
we move together, okay?

- Okay.
- Ready?

Move.

♪

Turn around!

Unless you want your man dead,

I suggest
you lower your weapons!

- You're never gonna get out
of these woods alive.

- All right, we're gonna
head up that hill, okay?

Ready?
- Yeah.

Move.

- They're breaking
for higher ground.

Beat them to it.

♪

- All right.

Harris, we're gonna move
to that next tree, okay?

- Okay.

- Ready?

Move!

- He only has
five bullets left!

[groans]
- Don't do that again.

♪

Shit.

I can't get to the other guy.

I need to draw him out.

Hey!

- [growls]

♪

[gunshots]

- Good work, Harris!
- Thanks!

- All right, now I need you
to go get those guns.

- Oh, come on, man!
- You could have stayed

in the car like I told you!

- Okay, all right, all right.
- All right, I'll cover you.

- But--hey, one condition.

We move on me.
- Just--today.

Okay, ready?
- Yeah.

Go!

[gunshots]

- By my count,

you have one bullet left.

Is it for you?

Or for me?

♪

[phone line ringing]

- Please leave your message
after the tone.

- Hey, Memphis,
I think I have a location

on the explosives.

I'll ping you the address.

♪

- Don't move.

♪

- You pull that trigger
and I will, too.

Alive or dead, the three of us

are leaving here the same way.

Harris, come to me.

- He's got one bullet left,
shoot him!

- One more step and I'll do it.

- If he had the balls,
he'd have done it already!

Shoot him, God damn it!

♪

- Drop your weapons!

You are surrounded
by Federal agents!

Everyone step away
from Judge Brooks

or we will open fire!

- It's over, Perotta!

♪

- Okay.

♪

- Don't do it.

Gun!

[gunfire]

♪

Stupid.
- Brave.

- Once the FBI connects
these guns to you,

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

- You really are
your father's son.

♪

- You're God damn right, I am.

♪

[dramatic sting]

- Swagger!

- Stand down!

♪

- This is how a patriot dies.

♪

.

[suspenseful music]

♪

- [grunts]

♪

[solemn music]

[camera shutter clicking]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

♪

- You and Isaac were right.

I really
almost lost everything.

Wanted to pull that trigger
so bad.

- But you didn't.

- Brooks did say something
about my dad, though.

Just reminded me
of something that...

I forgot along the way.

My dad made a lot
of mistakes in his life, but...

He was a good man.

I'm gonna go home.

Take down Atlas, Nadine.

- With Brooks gone, we've won
a really important battle.

- Uh, little help here, guys?

Come on, I'm--I'm one
of the good guys.

I--I got shot at,
for Christ's sake.

- Bob Lee Swagger?

We need to take you in.

- What?

- Margo, what the hell?

Tell me that you didn't let
the file you had on us slip.

- No.

Who ordered this?

- Special Agent-In-Charge
Biller.

Got a problem,
you take it up with him.

- I will.

[phone keys tapping]

- I need to get to my family,
Nadine.

- I'll find them.
- Tell them I'm coming.

♪

[phone ringing]

[sinister music]

[phone continues to ring]

♪

- We need to meet.

This is not the time
to play mute.

♪

You listen to me,
God damn it--

- There are protocols
to follow.

You shouldn't have called.

- Brooks is dead.

There are no protocols
if there is no Atlas.

Now, like it or not,
we need each other.

Is the package still safe?
- I've done my job.

- Good.
- That makes one of us.

- You and I are not finished.

- I never said I was.

♪

- And you're sure about this?
- Yeah.

Look, she runs great,
she's got GPS,

satellite radio, the works.

- Piece of shit
you just traded for's

got none of those things.
- I know.

Thanks.

Come on, let's go!

- Finally.
- Check it out.

Buckle up, buttercup.

- 'Kay.

- Where are we headed?

Do you even have a plan?
- Bob Lee always says

Marines don't plan,
they improvise, so...

Come on.

[somber music]

♪

[woman vocalizing]

♪

[glass shattering]

♪

♪ Now we're all alone
at night ♪

♪ She's been sitting

♪ All the time

♪ Close your eyes

♪ And let me be

♪ Close your eyes
and dance with me ♪

[woman vocalizing]

♪

[vocalizing]

♪

[dramatic music]

♪