Shooter (2016) s02e06 Episode Script

Across the Rio Grande

1 Previously, on Shooter Never should've burned that heroin.
You wanted to talk? I know you're working on a story about a heroin ring in Afghanistan.
But it would help if I knew who your source was.
You're Kurt Zehnder, former member of the 8113.
8113 is for life.
Nice grouping, sweetheart.
You mind if I see how she handles? Yeah, actually.
Don't have to be a bitch about it.
Hey.
- Thanks for the backup.
- Of course.
Any chance you could recommend a good church to go to around here? We go to St.
Francis.
It's just right up the road.
What's gotten into you? You know, I was having a hard time after Frankfurt, and you know, you being gone doesn't really make it any easier, but today was a good day.
People think that the Deep State is running things? Please.
It's Atlas.
They're so black ops, they're they're "no ops.
" [gunfire.]
They're Los Fantasmas.
- Why send these guys? - Zehnder said the cartels were in bed with a shadowy organization called Atlas.
Said they even shared a banker.
Some fancy Wharton guy down in Mexico.
Zehnder better never stop running.
Swagger, it's me.
[gunshot.]
Too bad.
You were the best of them.
[gunshot.]
[echoing panting and thudding.]
[soft, tense music.]
Someone is hunting 8113.
[gunshot.]
[grunting.]
- [gunshot.]
- No! [gunshot.]
[grunting.]
I love you infinity times infinity That means forever.
Every shit situation I've ever been in, the only thing that kept me going was what I had to be grateful for.
[grunting.]
[panting.]
[grunting.]
[phone vibrating.]
[panting.]
What can I do for you, Sheriff? Yeah, give me 30 minutes.
[background chatter.]
[suspenseful music.]
Have a seat.
Yes, ma'am.
So, every time somebody gets shot around here, you knock on his door? Relax, Sheriff.
And sit down.
You might learn a thing or two.
Earl Swagger was my partner.
I watched Bob Lee grow up.
I saw him go off to war to serve his country Saw the shit his country put him through when he came back.
And you flash a badge.
Thanks for coming in.
We just have a few questions.
We got four dead cartel guys at the refinery.
Two of them, clean shot to the head.
Looks like they were shot at a distance.
You know anything about that? I know most cartel guys usually end up on the wrong side of a gun.
You know what? Maybe I could help.
On-site analysis Might give you a lead.
Were these guys Los Fantasmas? So what are you thinking a rival cartel? - Turf war? - How 'bout I ask the questions.
Where were you yesterday, Swagger? Do you own a long gun? [sighs, chuckles.]
This was fun.
[sighs.]
[tense music.]
If they know who the bad guys are, - why not take them out? - You dig up your lawn to get rid of all the crabgrass, pretty soon, - you got nothing but dirt.
- Yeah, but better to win a few battles than hand them the war.
Hey, look.
Whoever took those guys down Now, it don't matter to me.
But it might matter to Los Fantasmas, though.
[footsteps.]
What do you know about them? Usual bullshit Drugs, guns, and girls.
But no matter what we do, those trucks are still gonna come rolling across the border with the drugs, and this afternoon, those same trucks are going back loaded full of money.
Trucks full of money? [horse neighs distantly.]
[footsteps.]
This is for you.
Thank you, Mary.
Thank you.
Mommy says you're a bad man.
[car door opens, closes.]
Hey.
So the dead guys at the refinery - are Fantasmas.
- So? So, remember Nadine said they're connected to Solotov and Atlas.
So now you wanna take on a cartel? Naw, just poke 'em a little.
How does that get us Solotov? They share the same banker.
We find him, we cut off the blood and kill the tumor.
[sighs.]
All right, so eat up [claps.]
and let's roll.
Hey, Mousey.
Whatcha making? A bunny.
Are you leaving? [gentle music.]
Yeah, I gotta take care of something.
Look.
- There's his tail.
- [chuckles.]
It's a girl bunny.
- Her tail.
- [laughs.]
Where are you going? I'll tell you, if you can promise - you'll keep it a secret.
- I will.
- You sure? - Yeah.
[whispering.]
I'm going to El Paso.
- Kiss Binkie good-bye, too.
- Okay.
Bye, Binkie.
[suspenseful music.]
[background chatter.]
[door clicks open.]
- Hey.
- What the hell's so important - we have to meet? - Zehnder faked his death.
What? He's still alive? He was.
He's dead for real now.
The evidence everything Zehnder had, it's gone.
But I think there's a bigger story than just heroin smuggling.
Zehnder was ranting about some shadowy global conspiracy.
What, Atlas? If they exist, I can't find anything on 'em.
The heroin story, it It's dead.
I can't publish without evidence.
[ominous music.]
- What? - That's the third time I've seen that car.
Did you do what I said? Yeah Gallery Place to Metro Center five times, and then I did another two times just for the heck of it, you know? Look, Atlas exists.
And they're coming.
[dramatic music.]
[dogs barking distantly.]
[dark music.]
[car door bell dinging.]
Anybody wanna get high? [Tejano rock music.]
[singing in native language.]
[drill buzzing.]
[Tejano rock continues.]
- [beep.]
- Okay, Nailer, this is definitely the place.
It's all you now.
[suspenseful music.]
[intense music.]
[phone vibrating.]
- I'm in the truck.
- You look inside the building? Yeah.
There's pallets of money everywhere.
What? Are you serious? I mean, I don't see any cartel muscle.
We should take these fools.
Turks and Caicos, here we come, baby.
No, these guys aren't cartel.
They're money launderers.
It's how they do security High-tech and low-key.
Cameras let the bad guys know "We know what you look like.
" And the cartel never forgets.
Aw, you guys are no fun.
[ominous music.]
Oh, heads up.
You got company.
All right.
I'll see you on the other side.
[tense music.]
Where are we going? We're going to church, remember? It's Sunday again? No.
[laughs.]
It's not Sunday again.
Estella and I are helping out at the food drive, and you have to meet with Father Dominguez about your First Communion.
He's got permanent tattoos, Mom.
Yeah, so does your dad.
Get your booty in the car.
All right.
Thank you.
- Don't forget your seatbelt.
- All right.
[suspenseful music.]
- Let's go.
- All right Seatbelts on.
- Buckle up, buttercup.
- All righty.
- Ready? - Yup.
[car engine turns.]
Who wants Sonic? - Mmm! Tater tots? - Yeah.
Make sure to get some for Daddy for when he gets home.
Put put the cans over there.
Go, go.
But be careful! - [laughing.]
Hola, Mary.
- Hi, Father.
Hi, Father.
Thanks.
Oh, thank you for helping out.
- Of course.
- I'm happy too.
- Hola, Father! - Como estás? - Bien, bien.
- Bien? [mellow rock on radio.]
- Hey - How are you doing? I'm better, thanks.
[background chatter.]
If it starts going the other way again I'm always here.
- Thanks.
- I'm managing.
I'm gonna set this over there for the cans.
[truck rumbling.]
All right, stop here.
- Tranquilo, man.
- Tranquilo.
- [brakes squeal.]
- Get out with your hands above your head.
Get out! Hands above your heads.
- Tranquilo! - Hands up! - Hands up! - Tranquilo! [suspenseful music.]
Keep walking! Go.
- You got 'em? - Got 'em.
- There you go.
- Holy shit.
Here.
- Thanks, bro.
- No, it's for them.
Right.
No puedo.
- Bounce.
- It's narco money.
They won't take it.
All right.
[intense music.]
Here.
- Yo, Ali.
- What? You gotta put that back.
Ah, come on, bro.
Hey, nobody's taking care of us.
I will give 10% to charity.
All right.
Just get my bag.
You the man.
Yup, found the tracker! How much time you think we got? Minutes! Get outta here.
[suspenseful music.]
[engine turns.]
[phone vibrating.]
Yeah.
It's game time.
- They're coming.
- All right.
[tense music.]
- Let's go, let's go.
- Come on.
Oh, shit.
What is it? What the hell is it? - Una bomba.
- Drop your weapon.
Turn around slowly.
Turn around! You guys, get out! Did I miss the party? - Call your boss.
- Right now, you've done nothing but inconvenience me.
You take the next step Stop with the clichéd shit and call your boss.
[phone vibrating.]
What is it? We got a small Are you Solotov's banker? - With whom am I speaking? - You're talking to a guy who has two pallets of your cash.
[snorts.]
Walk away, right now.
Or how about I hit all of your warehouses? On 86th, Simms, Higuera And then I'll hijack every single one of your trucks.
You might be able to cover the loss of a couple pallets with Los Fantasmas, but how about 100 million? Last time: are you Solotov's banker? [dark music.]
Suspense is killing me.
What'd he say? Nothing which means yes.
[knife slicing rope.]
Here.
Take the truck and get outta here.
Uh-uh.
You're going for a ride.
[engine turning over.]
[phone vibrating.]
- Hello? - Hey, Harris.
Hey, uh Now's not a great time.
I'll be quick.
I promise.
[sighs.]
For a split second, I thought maybe you weren't calling me for a favor.
Silly me.
You ever hear of a group called Atlas? Dark, off-book shit? Are you insane calling me about this at work right now? Can you meet me in an hour? The restaurant where we had our first date.
Please.
Come on, let's find a table.
Mmm, that lemonade is good.
Yeah? Come sit down, baby.
- Okay.
- Here.
I'll do your straw.
Thank you, Mommy.
- Hey, Travis, What's up? - Hey Shoot, did I miss all the fun? Yeah, but you know, we can grab you some pizza if you wanna have a seat.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, of course.
Thank you.
Estella, this is Travis.
Travis, this is our ranch manager, Estella.
It's nice to meet you.
What happened to your arm? Ah, well, I had a little accident.
- Was there blood? - Mary.
- [phone vibrates.]
- Nah.
Well maybe just a little.
- [laughs.]
- Perdóname.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hi, Julie.
Oh, hi! How are you? It's so good to see you again.
So, where's your daddy? It's a secret.
Aw he told me that he went to Dallas.
Then why don't you go there and find him? [laughs.]
Hey! - Mommy, Eddy took my - Mom's talking, okay? - Don't be rude.
- Hey, Mary.
Come here.
Why don't you go over there and tell Eddy that Binkie is yours? Go ahead.
Go stand up for yourself.
It's okay.
I'll be right here.
It's all right.
Go.
It's all right.
That bear's mine.
Give it back.
Oh, boy, that innate sense of justice, huh? Worst mistake we make in life's to ignore it, right? - That wasn't so bad, was it? - No.
[phone vibrating.]
Will you excuse me for a second? Yeah, of course.
[low conversation.]
Is there a problem? Y'all have no idea the holy hell that's about - to rain down on you.
- We like holy hell.
We're marines.
Sure beats slinging Samsonites at the airport.
Hey, buenas dias! What? Man, I never been in Mexico before.
How much further? A few miles.
[traditional Mexican music on radio.]
Don't try anything stupid.
[police radio chatter.]
[smooth pop music.]
Hey.
Um do you want - Do you want something? - I'm not staying.
- This is Jeffery Denning - Yeah, I don't give a shit.
[chuckles.]
He's a reporter.
Does Gregson know that you're into this? Yeah, I didn't think so.
There's no story here, Nadine.
You're in a very dark place.
- You're scared.
- I work for the head of the Senate Intelligence Committee.
Can you begin to realize the things that come across my desk? Atlas is a boogeyman A ghost story designed to shake dollars into various budgets.
It's the magic bullet.
You're wasting your time.
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, but I can see that I was wrong about that Wrong about a lot of things, actually.
You can't go back to your apartment.
I haven't been there.
I've been crashing at my ex-girlfriend's place.
I remember why we broke up.
- Who are you calling? - The Marshals.
I'll have them meet us at my place.
Harris was spooked.
It's time to call in the big guns.
[tense music.]
Two guards by the gate a long drive Two more by the house, and cameras.
There's probably more inside.
What's the play? Al-Maslahat.
[building percussive music.]
Al-Maslahat.
Oh, hell yeah.
What about him? [knife cutting rope.]
You're driving.
[tense string music.]
[speaking Spanish.]
[gunshots.]
[dramatic music.]
[gunshot.]
Buenas dias, motherfu er.
The rest of the guards are bugging out.
The front is clear.
Ali, get your ass down here and cover our six.
[suspenseful music.]
[grunts, shouts.]
[grunts.]
Did you talk to Solotov? - I did.
- Is he coming? [breathing heavily.]
I don't know.
Zero out his accounts.
All of it.
Bankrupt him.
Now! [ominous music.]
He'll come now.
You done? No, not yet.
You handle that gun well.
You know, there are plenty other lanes open.
Yeah I like the view from this one.
[gun clicks.]
Run along, sweetheart.
[ominous music.]
Where's your little boyfriend now? Ow! [groaning.]
Ooh [groaning.]
Who are you guys? Hmm? How many you got in those hills? However many it is, it is not enough.
He will kill you all.
And you too.
You gave him up.
Solotov's probably on his way.
I'll get on overwatch.
Try anything funny, he kills you.
All clear out front.
All clear in the back.
[beatboxing.]
Ali.
Bob Lee, Bob Lee [singing.]
Dude, I know where you are and I will shoot you.
Look, man I know this shit sucks for you, bro.
But me? I miss it.
[chuckles.]
Why'd you join the FBI? It'll sound cliché, but, honestly, I never considered anything else.
It's not a cliché.
That's a calling.
Yeah.
And my dad was part of the civil rights movement.
He always said when the FBI showed up in the South, that's when he felt the tide turn.
He called them J-Men, not G-Men.
J-Men? Yeah.
For justice.
[floorboard creaks.]
[ominous music.]
[indistinct voice over walkie-talkie.]
The Marshals are pulling up.
Let's move.
[panting.]
Time to go.
[stammers.]
Aren't we gonna wait for the Marshals? No.
We're on our own now.
Okay, I got an SUV.
It's Federales.
Ali, you got anything? Ali? Ali, come in! - Ali.
- He's in the truck with me.
[intense music.]
[gunshot.]
Ali! Ali! [suspenseful music.]
[canister hissing.]
[dramatic music.]
[coughing.]
Move! [both coughing.]
He's in here! You got no play here, Solotov.
I'll kill him, right here.
It's time to go.
Open it.
It's time to go.
What are these? Accounts, passwords? We don't have time for this shit.
What the hell?! He was dead anyway.
And now Solotov can't get his money.
We still could've used him.
[music building.]
[suspenseful music.]
Solotov didn't shoot me because he needed the banker alive.
- We don't.
- Man, we don't even know - what these numbers are.
- I don't care.
I do! - This isn't about revenge.
- What about Ali? The more people you kill, the less safe my family is.
So he can kill one of our guys, - but we can't kill his? - It's not strategic.
I don't give a damn about your strategy anymore.
- They killed Lin.
- Everybody dies.
When we get back, we're through.
You go your way, I'll go mine.
[engine turns over.]
[ominous music.]
Did you burn me? - What? - Did I burn you? No, I didn't even tell anybody we met.
Why can't you just put your head down - and do what you're told? - I am not wired that way.
You're not gonna find out the truth.
Shit, there basically is no truth.
I don't believe that.
And I don't think you do, either.
Be careful.
Yeah.
You too.
They're watching me now.
They're probably watching you too.
[traffic humming.]
If we move every night, we'll be safe.
[sighs.]
Oh, so apparently a two-bedroom listing on Airbnb doesn't actually mean that you get to use the second bedroom.
I'll take the couch.
Not gonna fight you.
[bell tolling.]
Hi, Father.
You okay? Is it wrong to stand up for yourself? [chuckles.]
It depends.
What did you do? I was at the range, and, uh there was this asshole there, and he Sorry.
I may have overreacted.
- You lost control? - No.
[sighs.]
That's the funny thing I was furious inside.
I was completely calm.
[laughs.]
So, this is a coping mechanism you've found? Shooting range? Yeah.
It works for me.
I think I understand Bob Lee better because of it.
Just wish it brought us closer.
[engine rumbling.]
Both: Shit.
[suspenseful music.]
[tires screeching.]
If we fight, we die.
Give me your phone and your wallet.
[tense, percussive music.]
- [click.]
- [beeping.]
[music building.]

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