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Previously on "Shooter"... I need to talk to Kasper.

Alexander Prosovich gave me this number.

You're talking to him, Mr. Swagger.

Voydian left information for me.

They're all written by the same journalist, Karlina Ordenko.

Something about a city called Graznyole.

Dimitri Voydian.

One day you roll him up.

Next day he's found in pieces.

[grunts] [groans]

Annex B.

Looks like we've been hiring PMCs

to handle off-book black ops.

This has war crimes written all over it.

Somebody saw us looking into this and they shut us down.

We're taking custody of him.

He's in violation of numerous articles of the UCMJ.

Who do I need to talk to then?

The Secretary of the Army.

HOWARD: It just doesn't add up.

Do you believe me now?

Yes, I believe you now.

We need to talk about your bullet.

There are four rifles in the world

that are strong enough to fire a bullet like this one.

That's a Black King, and that's one of them right there.

You find the other Black Kings, you find your shooter.

[smooth rock music]

*

*

HOWARD: Until we know if there's a mole in the building,

we're gonna have to keep up appearances.

That means I'm gonna have to grill you

on everything Swagger-related.

Understood, sir.

Where is he?

NADINE: I have no idea.

HOWARD: Does he have a plan?

NADINE: Yeah, he's looking for the real shooter.

I honestly don't know much more.

He's not very talkative.

HOWARD: Stay close to him.

Keep building that trust.

NADINE: Will do.

Unfortunately with Payne gone,

my leads on the Voydian connection

to this whole thing have gone cold.

But I'm still convinced the Russians are behind everything.

HOWARD: All right, if we do this,

we need to do it by the book.

So we can't let on we know how deep this thing goes.

It's just business as usual.

*

*

I read your file on the Russians.

It's well done.

Thank you, sir.

Just because they all have ties to Dimitri Voydian

doesn't necessarily mean that Payne killed them.

Oh, and it doesn't exactly scream conspiracy.

Karlina Ordenko, I need to speak to her.

So speak to her.

JULIE: Hey you.

Mary finally went to sleep,

so I have a minute to say hi.

Tonight we had mint chocolate chip, your favorite.

Somehow we finished the whole pint.

I wish you were here.

It's the simple moments when I miss you the most.

MAN: * Hot hands you're on to my neck *

* Black boots and her French heritage *

BOBBY LEE: I wish I was there, too.

If it's any comfort, I'm making progress.

This is almost over, I promise.

I love you.

MAN: * Afraid

* Do you get afraid, afraid, afraid *

*

ANNE: Jules, have you seen Mary's tutu?

She wants to wear it.

Yeah, it's just in the top drawer.

Uh-uh, she rearranged everything.

I can't find it.

[scoffs] What?

I will come help you.

[suspenseful music]

*

[dramatic music]

*

LONNIE: Jack, come on in.

Jesus, Lon, what did you do,

steal these chairs from the Lollypop Guild?

[both laugh]

Anyway, thanks for getting me out.

Didn't really give me much of a choice, did you?

You're in good spirits for someone whose face

was plastered all over the news.

All missions suffer setbacks.

Yeah, a flat tire is a setback.

You're fully blown, Jack.

In the most spectacular way possible, I might add.

I think you should retire.

You'll be well compensated,

and we'll set you up someplace nice.

How does Fiji sound?

[chuckles]

Uh, ahoy there, Captain Bligh.

[both laugh]

Look, that sounds not so good, Lon.

I mean, come on, man, you can't touch me.

Okay, and I ain't going to Fiji

or anywhere else.

I want $10 million or I'm going public with that.

Now, the resolution is shitty.

It's a cell phone video of my laptop screen.

The original is way better.

Just like every page of the complete,

unredacted copy of the Annex B file,

which I also have in my possession.

So you had the evidence all along?

Yeah.

I took it from Dimitri Voydian's body.

I thought it might make a good insurance plan.

I guess I was right.

No.

You were wrong.

See, had you come in here

and given me a thumb drive,

I would have rewarded you.

And why would I do that?

Oh, I don't know.

Loyalty, for one.

Because it would have engendered my gratitude.

And because I've always considered you a friend.

Yeah, well, you talk real nice

for a guy who has me surrounded by armed guards.

[chuckles]

Jack, if I wanted to kill you,

I would have had you thrown out of my jet

at 35,000 feet.

Are you really this stupid?

I'm not giving you $10 million or anything.

From now on, you're on your own.

Well, then I guess I'll just have to go to the Feds.

Go ahead.

And by the way, it's Captain Ahab

who had one leg, from "Moby Dick."

I'll get you a copy.

You'll need something to read while you're awaiting trial.

Good seeing you.

[dog barking]

Colonel Singer.

Who?

You've known Colonel Singer all your life,

and now out of the blue he's accessing

classified files on Annex B?

You dug his grave when you asked him to help you.

Now you gotta fill it.

Singer doesn't know anything.

He knows you.

And he knows about Annex B.

There's careful, and then there's paranoid.

Singer's not dangerous.

And he's not some old lady either.

People will miss him.

You know...

I think you're forgetting your place.

My place?

Who the hell do you think you are?

You're a drunk with a security clearance.

And you're that asshole

who thought he could outsmart me.

Now work out your bullshit

and then you go deal with Singer.

[tense music]

*

[indistinct chatter]

Nadine Memphis. We spoke on the phone.

You are friend of Alexi?

Not exactly.

I'm a Special Agent with the FBI.

Just need a few moments of your time.

[mutters in Russian]

I am very busy woman, Miss FBI.

I have no time to be harassed.

A Ukranian journalist by the name of Karlina Ordenko

has gone missing.

I need to talk to her.

I'd be very grateful if you could make

some discreet inquiries.

[sighs]

I'm afraid I cannot help you.

The FBI is already aware of a number

of potentially illegal operations with ties to you.

Just takes one push the set the dominoes tumbling.

We both know if you had something,

you would have already used it.

You're right, I would. Move in.

FBI!

[overlapping shouting]

MAN: Show me your hands! MAN: Down on your knees!

This is a beauty salon.

You own three beauty salons for money laundering,

an illegal casino on 8th, two brothels,

and of course the entire Russian drug trade

in the Pacific Northwest.

[speaking Russian]

What are you looking for? Perhaps I can be helpful.

[indistinct chatter]

MAN: What do you think? It's one of my favorites.

I like it. Yeah.

What do you think?

[indistinct chatter]

Hey. JONES: Thank you.

Are you Mr. Jones?

Uh, I am, yeah, sir.

You loaded Wakefield's bullets in his thousand-yard bull's-eye

at the Missoula Nationals, right?

Yeah, that was some damn fine shooting.

It sure was, man,

but it was your bullets that gave him the edge.

He should split his winnings with you.

What can I do you for?

Well, my family's finally decided

to unload some of Daddy's rifles.

And, uh, you know anybody around here at the show

that might be interested in an original 1941 Johnson?

Uh...Paul Helling, maybe.

He's got a booth on the other side.

You can't miss it. Yeah?

Trust me, yeah.

Just tell him I sent you.

Will do. Thanks. Thank you.

QUINCE: Man, I told you that handgun stuff was for pussies.

You want stopping power, spray and pray.

[tense music]

*

Excuse me. Yeah?

You Paul Helling?

That is the name they gave me.

S.C. Jones sent me over to you.

Said you might be able to help me out.

Okay, well, if you're looking to sell,

it would have to be something special.

I'm only interested in the best.

Well, what's the fanciest rifle you got?

What, you trying to gauge the price before you show me?

[chuckles]

[laughs]

That's okay.

That's okay, I don't blame you.

Smart play. Smart play.

But here's the thing.

Most long guns aren't worth much more

than what you pay for 'em. Mm.

Often less.

Well, what about, like, a real special gun?

Like this one I read about, uh, the Black King.

You got a Black King in there?

[both laugh]

Man, don't I wish. Shit.

I wish, too.

But they only made four?

Yeah.

Here.

Let me show you something.

Wow.

Yeah.

Now, each of the individual guns,

marked with its own king.

See what we got here? We got the King of Clubs.

Holy shit.

You ever fire it?

Have I ever fired it?

Here.

See that?

Shot that from 883 yards.

That's impressive.

Yeah, well, that's nothing

compared to what this guy can do.

Here.

Here, hang on.

Look at this.

Okay?

Watch that.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

MAN: Ain't no way he makes this shot.

MAN: Damn, man, that's about 1,500 yards.

[gunshot]

[cheers and applause]

That's six shots, bolt action,

1,500 yards, all in the black.

Yeah, I just-- I just got this yesterday.

I mean, it's great timing for me.

What's that guy's name?

Uh, Lon Scott.

Lon Scott.

He's a hell of a shooter.

Oh, yeah.

Hold on there a second.

Anyone ever tell you you look like the marine

who took a shot at the President?

Swagger?

No, man, sorry. Wrong guy.

I just want to have a better look.

Why don't you get out of my face?

[cocks gun] I said I want a better look.

.

[tense music]

*

[phone buzzes]

Memphis. BOB LEE: Hey, it's me.

I think we found our shooter.

Name's Lon Scott.

I just saw a video of him firing a Black King.

Lon Scott?

CEO of Anhur Dynamics? That doesn't make any sense.

Not yet, anyway.

So I'm headed out to their Virginia headquarters

to give 'em a visit,

start putting the pieces together.

Oh, and, uh...

I got into a little jam in Bozeman.

If it ends up on the FBI's radar,

you might want to squash that for me.

Little jam? What do you mean?

Memphis. BOB LEE: Thanks.

My office.

What's up?

Close the door.

Just got word there was a shooting

at a gun show in Montana.

Casualties?

One wounded, non-life-threatening.

[sighs] That's a relief.

It would be if several witnesses

didn't see Swagger in the middle of the melee.

Any proof?

All right, look, I know you're talking to him.

You need to tell him to be more careful.

[tense music]

*

Isaac.

ISAAC: Let's take a walk.

You really think we should be seen together?

It's important.

Why can't we talk here?

Look, I owe you.

I'm gonna make it right. Trust me.

You don't have anything to fear with me.

Hi, Jim.

Oh, here.

I appreciate it, and I'm keeping track of everything.

Is Bob Lee alive?

What?

Is he alive?

Come on, Jim, you know that he's not.

Do I?

They never found his body.

Jim, I don't understand. What's going on?

We took you into our home, Julie.

We opened ourselves up to this madness.

I hope you understand how much your sister has done for you.

I do and I'm grateful.

The sooner we get this all behind us, the better.

MAN: * I moved into this neighborhood *

* To get back on my feet

* For a while everything was going just fine *

[phone chirps]

*

* But then a brand-new bar opened on this very street *

* That's where I spend most of my time *

* Well the bar room is too close *

[siren whoops]

MAN: * To my home

Shit.

[siren whoops] Damn it.

[tense music]

*

Good afternoon.

Well, it was until about 30 seconds ago.

I didn't think I was speeding.

Oh, you weren't.

You got a broken taillight cover.

I do?

Man, that must have just happened.

I'm gonna need to see your license and registration,

please, sir.

Of course.