Shooter (2016) s03e09 Episode Script

1 BOB LEE: Previously on "Shooter" SAM: Your daddy made a video confession.
He was a major when I knew him.
EARL: His name is Ray Brooks.
[GRUNTS.]
Brooks has quietly been working his way up from DA and now the federal bench.
You worked with Atlas for years.
What's their end game? What's the final check - on absolute power? - The Supreme Court.
ANDREW: Ladies and gentlemen, our next chief justice of the Supreme Court, Ray Brooks.
[APPLAUSE.]
You're DOJ.
Tell me what you want.
Atlas.
We can work together.
HARRIS: Mr.
Gold.
It's about the Alpha Boys.
Social media makes it a lot easier to be a racist these days.
Don't ever try to blackmail anyone.
You suck at it.
Earl Swagger's evidence might be in play too.
- Where are you with the card? - RAY: They broke into Titan.
NADINE: This thing decrypts real-time locations on Congress, the Cabinet, everybody.
JACK: What do you want? Get me off that list.
- Do you have the card? - Give me 48 hours.
[SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE.]
ISAAC: We gotta get out of here now.
Lin! Lin! They killed my wife.
There's no running from that.
[BOTH MEN GRUNTING.]
Sam, can you hear me? He took a turn for the worse.
I'm sorry.
[CRYING.]
I miss you already.
RED JR.
: The Swaggers ain't worth dying over.
Junior.
Soon everyone will know it was his mistake that might cost us everything.
Russo, you can't be asking me to do this.
He's my son.
[SINISTER MUSIC.]
JULIE: What are you gonna do about Junior? I don't know yet.
[SIGHS.]
But I'm gonna do something.
[BOTH MEN GRUNTING.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
- Tell me where he is! - I don't know, man.
Is that piece of shit Junior worth more to you than your eye? No one's heard from him since yesterday, I swear.
[GAGGING.]
[CELL PHONE RINGS.]
[COUGHS.]
[ENGINE TURNS OVER.]
Voicemail again.
Let me take a wild guess and say Swagger's screening.
Junior's probably running scared.
His dad probably already got him out of the country.
Well, somewhere they don't have an extradition treaty.
If Bob Lee wants him that bad, that's not gonna stop him.
[BOTH MEN GRUNTING.]
[SCREAMS.]
All right, all right! West Haynes! Big house at the end of the street! You'd better not be lying! 'Cause I don't mind going another round! It's his place, man, no bullshit.
Earl's confession might not be enough.
Whatever happened in Laos was covered up a long time ago.
We know how Atlas works.
Even if we came forward with Earl's tape, it would be the word of a dead man against that of a future chief justice of the Supreme Court.
They're gonna act like Brooks is getting swift-boated.
CARLITA: Yeah, and they'll have Edie Poole on TV in three seconds flat telling the world about her affair with Earl.
By the time they're done, Swagger's dad will look like he's the villain.
Does Brooks have the votes he needs to get confirmed? - Uh, not yet.
- Why? What are you thinking? Atlas will need to swing those senators voting against him, Not Atlas' style.
They'll eliminate those senators.
We stop that, we stop the confirmation hearing altogether, force Brooks to take himself out of the equation.
Run right at him.
Wait, why would he do that voluntarily? Start with Earl's video tape and then move on from there.
- Move on to what? - We get Brooks out, there's no way Atlas has a backup justice in the wings.
The op will die.
We're gonna need Brooks' schedule.
You guys are talking about blackmailing a Supreme Court nominee.
Do you want to help, or do you want to keep asking questions? Technically, I can do both.
- Harris.
- Okay.
I'll look up Brooks' public appearance schedule.
What are we gonna do about Bob Lee? Let him do what he needs to do.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
JULIE: Hey.
Hey.
[FAUCET HALTS.]
You doing okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
[KISSES.]
I ordered lilies for Sam's funeral.
He always loved them.
You still wanna help me with the eulogy? Can you handle it? Yeah, just, uh I guess tell me which Psalm you want to read.
I don't know.
23rd? That's what they always do, right? Bob Lee, come come on.
Honey, I'm dealing with this my way.
How? By beating the shit out of random guys? How is that dealing with it? There's nothing random about it.
Look, Red Bama is never going to let you get near his son.
I'm not asking him.
What do you want me to do about the eulogy? I get to Red Junior in time, I'll read his confession.
[KISSES.]
[UNEASY MUSIC.]
RED SR.
: As I recall, you have an office in the White House.
What are we doing meeting like a couple of shit-heel gangbangers? ANDREW: Well, this is my personal vehicle, surveillance-proof, and a hell of a lot less conspicuous than the two of us walking walking into a SCIF.
We're all very thankful for your sacrifice, Red.
No one ever questioned your loyalty before, and certainly no one ever will now.
Gold, if I liked the smell of bullshit, I'd go back to the slaughterhouse.
I heard from Russo.
He wants you to take over the top spot, see this thing through.
He and I agree, you should take a run at Swagger.
Ah, we'd just be kicking the hornet's nest.
Make him come after us that much harder.
Then what do you suggest? Swagger's been running around West Texas putting the hurt on my guys.
I dropped a few bread crumbs for him.
He'll come to me, just won't know it.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[WATER RUNNING.]
[FAUCET HALTS.]
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
You were always quiet.
You were always clever.
It's been 48 hours.
Do you have the card? Not yet.
I spoke with Russo.
He said you're off the kill list if you bring him the card.
He'll even let you back in the program.
What's my assurance? His word.
That's what he's offering? He knows you'll have a contingency plan if he screws you over.
Yeah, he's got that right.
[SIGHS.]
I thought you wanted to sit on an island, read the classics.
My body is only wired to do one thing, and it is not sitting on an island.
[KISSES.]
Carlita, if you don't have the card the next time we talk, our conversation will be a lot shorter.
[DISTANT LAWN MOWER BUZZING.]
[MACHINE GUNFIRE.]
[MAN GROANING.]
- MAN: I got you - [INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
- [CONTROLLERS CLACKING.]
- MAN: Yeah [MEN LAUGHING, SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY.]
Yo.
Yo! Who the fu are you? BOB LEE: Front door was open.
- I'm here for Junior.
- What do you want with him? Catch up on old times.
Hey, dude, that's Bob Lee Swagger.
- Who? - He's like a war hero or something.
Yo, who cares? What are you waiting for? Mess him up, Tripp.
Yeah, Tripp.
What are you waiting for? [GRUNTS.]
- MAN: Yo, man - MAN: Hold, hold, hold - MAN: Oh! [LAUGHING.]
- MAN: You see that shit? - [TRIPP GRUNTS.]
- Some nice friends you got here.
- [BLOW LANDS.]
- [GROANS.]
- [ALL LAUGHING.]
- Where's Junior? We're meeting him at the Fraternal Alpha Society before the march.
Where? What march? - D.
C.
- It's white pride, man.
You should check it out.
It's not the kind of thing I march for.
- [MEN CHUCKLING.]
- MAN: All right.
MAN: Yeah ISAAC: Secret Service put a detail on a SCOTUS nominee.
Atlas making sure Brooks is safe.
No way we're getting past them.
ISAAC: We might not have to.
What are you thinking? You know who didn't have all that security on him? Gold.
Harris tried to push Gold.
I ain't Harris.
[CHILDREN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY.]
- [DOOR CREAKS OPEN.]
- MARY: Crepes for dinner? You can't have anything with sugar [GASPS.]
Daddy! There's a mouse in the house! - How are you, girl? - I'm good.
Aunt Anne said next time I stay with her, we're going roller skating.
Oh, yeah? Got your blue suit cleaned for you.
What's the bag for? No, Bob Lee, absolutely not.
[SIGHS.]
- Mommy, what's wrong? Nothing's wrong, sweetie.
Why don't you go play in your room for a minute? - Yeah, that's a good idea - JULIE: No, you know what? Actually, I I want you here.
I want you to hear this.
You're leaving? Are are you ditching Sam's funeral? No.
But I got a lead on Red Junior.
[SCOFFS.]
Tell me tell me how this is honoring Sam.
I'm honoring Sam by paying back Junior.
Why don't you let the police handle it, Bob Lee? 'Cause you know the police won't do shit.
Sorry, sweetie.
- I gotta finish this.
- JULIE: Why? Why this? You you don't even finish anything around here for your family.
You can't even buy paint for your daughter's room.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Sweetie, take care of the horses for Daddy, all right? [KISSES.]
[DOOR OPENS, SHUTS.]
I'm sorry.
Sweetie, I'm sorry.
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
ANDREW: Yes? ISAAC: Mr.
Gold, did I catch you at a good time? - Who's this? - A friend of Earl Swaggers'.
What do you want? ISAAC: To talk about Brooks and what happened in Vietnam.
Well, not on the phone.
Okay.
But you will talk to us? ANDREW: Tonight.
Midnight.
After the Capitol South train stops runnin ISAAC: See you then.
Atlas is all-in on Brooks.
Gold is the gatekeeper.
He won't go down without a fight.
Then let's bring it to him.
[DUCKS QUACKING.]
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
Slow and steady wins the race.
Where's Gold? Man has an important job, country to run, sedition to subvert.
Lucky I still need you to finish this.
Otherwise I'd show you the same respect you showed my driver.
Russo told me to send you a message.
Well, your message was received loud and clear, son.
But if you ever cross me again, I will bury you in a pile of dirt and then take a good long piss on it.
I understand you have an update on our missing Titan card.
I have an angle, an old friend with access.
Didn't take you as a man who would have friends.
An acquaintance, then.
Wasn't an insult, just an observation.
Next time I see you, bring the card.
[UNEASY MUSIC.]
Hey, man.
You look good.
Hey.
I am so sorry about Sam.
Thanks.
Hey, what are you doing with my arsenal? I'll bring it back, with a little less ammo.
Bob Lee, we've got to meet with Gold in a couple hours.
We could use you on overwatch.
- I'm here for Junior.
- Where's he, uh, hiding out? Some white nationalists called the Alpha Boys.
- Got a club near Georgetown.
- NADINE: Where'd you hear that? I asked the right guy.
I'm not sure you're thinking straight.
I've never been so clear about something.
Charging into the Alpha Boys' place with guns blazing? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.
Well, then tell me.
I'm all ears.
Before Atlas put me on their kill list, I heard they were funding a bunch of alt-right groups.
I figured it was misinformation bullshit.
ISAAC: Except it wasn't.
We got confirmation that Gold started the Alphas.
HARRIS: I got confirmation.
Doesn't matter.
So if Gold and Junior are tied up with these guys, there's gotta be more to it.
- Hmm.
- Bet it leads back to Brooks.
Means you could use overwatch.
I appreciate the concern, but Junior and I need a come-to-Jesus.
They're tied up with Brooks.
Those Alpha Boys could be our best bet in learning about the attack on Washington.
I'm gonna do what I gotta do.
You guys should do the same.
The Gold meeting's a trap.
Cold feet? Sit it out.
They could bring 10, 20 guns.
Hell, they could bring a whole army for all you know.
I'll take my chances.
I I get it, all right? I know you don't trust me.
But trust I don't want you taking a bullet.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Either one of you.
[RAP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS.]
[BILLIARDS CLACKING.]
- Junior around? - Who's asking? This is a members-only club.
You need you leave.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
- MAN: Hey, hey, whoa - CHIP: He's not here, man.
You a cop or something? - I got rights.
- Shut up.
Turn around.
Junior, where is he? Swagger, right? Saw you on the video.
Nice takedown.
It's all over 4chan.
[LAUGHS.]
Look at him go down.
What a cuck.
So why do you want Bama Junior? You gonna work him over too? What if I were to say yes? I'd say that's no way to treat the man that pays for all of this.
Then I'd ask if I can watch.
Can't stand the guy.
But he's not here.
Well, when will he be back? I'm gonna look around.
Why don't you leave your number? I'll call you when he gets back.
I'm not in a rush.
This is private property.
- Don't make me call the police.
- Go ahead.
I got a few friends on the force.
Listen, we don't need you stirring shit up.
This is an important place to a lot of people.
Yeah, well, I'm not one of 'em.
PETE: It's our sanctuary, man.
Any time you say something these days, somebody bitches about it on social media.
They say you're not intersectional enough.
Intersectional is for betas.
The hell are you talking about? We're about saving our heritage, honoring our ancestors who came here and created this country.
- Maybe you should try it out.
- [SCOFFS.]
I'm not joining your man club.
PETE: Yo, Nathon! It's Bob Lee Swagger.
Nathon's a vet too.
Swagger.
Ex-Marine, right? Former Marine.
You? - Navy Seal.
- Oh, yeah? - What BUDS class were you? - That's classified.
BUDS classes are not classified.
An actual Navy Seal would know that.
You do push-ups like you're in the Navy, though.
All your members full of shit? Nathon's got it where it counts.
You mean he's white.
That's what matters to us.
- Open it.
- Don't have a key.
It's Junior's storage room.
I have no idea what kind of shit he keeps in there.
Call him.
Yo, Junior.
It's me.
Get your ass down here, man.
It's fight night, and we might have a new member getting in the ring.
I told you, man, I'm not joining whatever this shit is.
You don't get to fight him.
- Who? - Our reigning champ.
Nathon.
The Navy Seal.
Whoever wins fights Junior.
[VIDEO GAME SQUEAKING.]
Hey hey, just waiting for everybody else to check in.
Relax, Harris.
"Flock O'Clock's" addictive.
- Do you play? - Yep.
Okay.
What level are you on? - Just got to nine.
- Ugh, nice.
I'm stuck at three.
Those harp seals eat me every time.
I know these last couple of weeks must have been hard on you.
I mean, I know you're more of a spreadsheet kind of guy.
[SCOFFS.]
I mean you know, everybody around here acts like this is all normal.
And maybe it is to them, but not for me.
And, you know, obviously now I see that Hayes was involved, but when I was working for him I had no idea.
Like, literally no idea.
It's just it's - It's a lot.
- It's a lot! [SIGHS.]
I've seen so many dead people in the last couple of days, and I shot this guy's face off.
I didn't I didn't mean to, but it was all Anyway, my, uh Acid reflux is worse than it's been since law school, so - Are you okay? - Yeah.
Just, uh, a little light-headed.
Uh [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
Oh oh, easy does it.
Oh okay.
Sweet dreams, buddy.
[DEVICE BEEPS.]
I need us to be clear on something.
Promise me you won't shoot Gold.
Can't do that.
You shoot a high-echelon staffer like that, we'll have the entire U.
S.
government on our asses.
Maybe Gold had nothing to do with killing Lin.
Maybe he did.
Isaac, you shoot him, you're on your own.
You wanted to talk? Let's talk.
EARL: His name is Ray Brooks.
He was a major when I knew him.
But two months ago, he was appointed to the federal appellate.
Earl told an interesting story about how Brooks killed a man over some heroin and that he did it for Atlas.
Or Phoenix, or whatever you guys called it back then.
Ray Brooks is a good man and a brilliant judge.
God knows he's not the only one to have done terrible things in Vietnam.
But he's made up for it by serving his country.
You don't have the votes, Gold.
You don't know how persuasive I can be.
ISAAC: Take Brooks out of play or this video goes viral.
It'll be all you see for months.
It's too bad.
I like you two.
[TENSE MUSIC BUILDS.]
[MACHINE GUNFIRE.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
NADINE: Isaac! [GUNFIRE.]
[GRUNTS.]
- Going somewhere? - Johnson.
What are you doing here? Go find a hole, a deep, dark one, and eat the barrel of your gun like I know you want to.
I'll pass.
ANDREW: Why? That would give you what you want.
Quality time with your wife.
- [GRUNTS.]
- NADINE: Isaac! Isaac, no! - [BLADE SLICES.]
- [GROANS.]
[GAGGING.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
[KNIFE CLICKS.]
[LOCK CLICKS.]
[DOOR CREAKS.]
[LIGHT BULB CLINKS.]
Shit.
[PHOTO SNAPS.]
- Hey.
- Yo.
PETE: What are you doing in here? Just looking for a mouthpiece.
- Fight's about to start.
- Yeah? - Junior? - Oh, he'll be here.
ISAAC: Gold was behind the hit on Lin.
I did what I needed to do.
Gold was worth more to us alive.
He was Atlas.
He had to die.
That simple, huh? - It is for me.
- Yeah, well, it's a little more complicated for the rest of us.
That's bullshit.
You want Atlas dead and buried as much as I do.
What, so you're my shrink now? Tell me I'm wrong.
There's a lot of good we can do with Atlas' money.
You trying to be the new Gregson? Why not? That organization can't be controlled any more than a wild dog.
- Listen, Nadine - Don't bother.
What's done is done.
Now you'll have to live with it.
We need to get off the road now.
D.
C.
's gonna be on lockdown once they find out Gold's been killed.
Wouldn't worry much.
Atlas always cleans up after itself.
[SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[FLAMES ROARING.]
[EXPLOSION BOOMS.]
[DISTANT SIRENS WAILING.]
[CROWD CHATTERING.]
All right, so There aren't a lot of rules.
I didn't imagine there was.
And don't be afraid to tap out.
Nathon was Texas Golden Gloves 2015.
I bet.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
MAN: Make sure you get it in his eyes.
All right! Let's do it! [MEN CHEERING, SHOUTING.]
- MAN: Get him! - [INDISTINCT SHOUTING.]
Give him a hook! Yeah! - [BLOW LANDS.]
- [GRUNTS.]
[BLOWS LANDING.]
[CROWD CHEERS.]
MAN: Get him! [PANTING ECHOES.]
- [BLOW LANDS.]
- [GRUNTING.]
[CROWD CHEERING.]
Come on, Swagger! Show him "Bob the Nailer"! [GRUNTING.]
[PANTING.]
- [BLOWS LAND.]
- [GRUNTS.]
[BOTH GRUNTING.]
[KICK LANDS.]
[CROWD CHEERS.]
[DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC.]
[BLOW LANDS.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[GRUNTS.]
[BLOWS LAND.]
Take him out, Bob Lee! End that son of a bitch! [GRUNTING.]
[CROWD CHEERING.]
Yeah! We got us a winner, boys! [CROWD CHEERING.]
- ANNE: You can't sleep? - JULIE: I wish.
[CRICKETS CHIRPING.]
[DRINK POURS.]
[SPOON CLINKING.]
Here you go.
Best big sister in the world, you know that? I know.
[SOFT CHUCKLE.]
You can't keep going on like this.
And neither can Mary.
She's asking me why her daddy is so angry all the time.
You don't think I know that? You know it, but you let him get away with it anyway? [SCOFFS.]
It's how Bob Lee's always been.
I mean, I I I know he hasn't changed since the day I met him.
But you have.
You deserve more from him.
And it's it's time he gave it to you.
It's not that easy.
[SNIFFLES.]
It's like he's not even here.
Even when he is.
Maybe it's time.
Maybe it's time to make a change.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC.]
[SOBS.]
[GRUNTS.]
You knew Junior wasn't coming.
You wasted my time.
Well, last chance.
Where is he? I haven't heard from him in two days.
[TENSE MUSIC.]
God's honest truth.
[GRUNTS.]
BOB LEE: Get off [GRUNTING.]
I understand you're looking for my son.
Have you seen Harris? Carlita? - No.
- Got this from Bob Lee.
- That's a whole lot of Semtex.
- He on the way back here? - I haven't heard from him since he sent this photo.
Phone's going straight to voicemail.
- Let's go get him.
- If the Alpha Boys have explosives, they probably have the firepower to defend themselves.
Who do you think gets shot in that scenario? We need backup.
[PHONE RINGING.]
[PHONE BEEPS.]
Where the hell have you been? Shit's hitting the fan.
Cops just found a burnt-to-shit car near the Potomac.
There was a body inside.
Word is it's Andrew Gold.
MARGO: They're gonna spin it as a suicide, but I'm more of a cynic.
Atlas cleaning up after themselves.
I need a favor, a team.
- Where? - NADINE: The Alpha Society.
Bob Lee found a bunch of Semtex at their place.
Clearly, they're planning something.
I'm gonna text you a photo.
We're heading there now.
MARGO: Do not enter those premises, do you copy? [PHONE BEEPS.]
- Nadine? - [PHONE DINGS.]
Shit.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
I heard that you took care of that big ole bullshitter, Nathon.
Good on you.
You know how he spells his name? [SIGHS.]
N-A-T-H O-N.
Never trust a man who changes the spelling of his name just to stand out.
I was never much for torture.
Doesn't work for shit.
The intel is always clouded with nonsense.
- [BLOW LANDS.]
- [GRUNTS.]
- Still - [GROANS.]
There is something invigorating about breaking a man.
[CHOKED.]
Good.
I have something to look forward to when I find your shitbag son.
Sorry to disappoint.
Junior's dead.
But He didn't die for nothing.
Well, you got me.
I'd give you some applause if I could use my hands.
Some of us don't need accolades or shiny objects pinned to our chest.
We do the work because it is our duty.
Shouldn't that duty include protecting your son? He was a casualty of war.
All right, so is this the part where you tell me he was a fine young man and not a complete fu up? - [BLOW LANDS.]
- Oh! [GROANS.]
I am a true believer, Swagger.
I always have been.
God.
Country.
And I know my Constitution as well as I know my Bible.
So when my own flesh and blood put my country at risk, I didn't hesitate.
Jesus.
You killed him? You're damn right I did.
- [BLOW LANDS.]
- [GRUNTS, HISSES.]
But you're the reason he's dead.
What are you talking about? He was trying to prove himself to me by getting Bob Lee Swagger.
Pride has a way of warping men's thinking.
It's how I convince those fellas downstairs to fill tiki torches with explosives, by telling them that they were losers because of people who don't look like them instead of the actual truth, which is, they're losers.
And you're using them to create an attack on American soil.
You're a traitor.
You can learn a lot about anatomy when you slaughter cattle for a living.
You begin to understand how a body fits together.
Makes it that much easier to take apart.
[BONE CRUNCHES.]
[GRUNTS.]
[PAINED GROANING.]
I'm gonna kill you.
[LAUGHS.]
No, no, no, no, no, no.
You don't understand where you fit into God's plan, boy.
Men like me give the orders; men like you follow them.
[GROANING.]
Your father didn't get it, either.
- [BONES CRUNCH.]
- [SCREAMS.]
[PAINED GRUNT.]
[BREATHING HEAVILY.]
- What do you want? - An answer.
And you give me that, and I will put you down as quick as I would a good bull.
Who else knows about the Alphas? [GROANS.]
You are a truthful man.
Honorable, even.
But you've lost your way.
And that's why you're strapped to this chair.
Because the only time you know who you are is when you're behind the long gun.
- Did you kill him? - I already told you I did.
Not your son.
My father.
Oh.
Wish I could say yes.
Maybe your father can tell you who did it when you see him.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
You are one stubborn son of a bitch.
I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Who knows about the Alphas and the explosives? Whoa.
This is the Fraternal Alpha Society, right? Yes, it is.
You lost? No.
Sign me up.
I heard you're looking for new members.
We are, but, um I don't think you're really what we're looking for.
Hey.
I'm a patriot.
And I'm angry too.
I love our country.
Right.
But you're You know.
[LAUGHS.]
I'm just fu ing with you.
Get on the ground now.
- Now! - [BONE CRUNCHES.]
[YELPS.]
- Everybody, get down! - [MEN SHOUTING.]
- MAN: Get down! Get down! [INDISTINCT SHOUTING.]
MARGO: FBI! [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
NADINE: Bob Lee? [MEN SHOUTING.]
- MAN: Why you sitting down? - MAN: Lie down Come on.
- Gun! - [PISTOLS FIRE.]
Jesus, Bob Lee.
I'm all right.
[KNIFE FLICKS.]
- [KNIFE FLICKS.]
- [GROANS.]
[SOFT MUSIC.]
[CREAKING.]
You got it.
You look surprised.
I shouldn't be.
You always came through.
And Russo always took that for granted.
I'm happy I won't have to kill you.
Yeah.
Me too.
You should bring a coat.
It's cold outside.
Where are we going? You wanted to see Russo.
I'm taking you to him.
[INDISTINCT PA ANNOUNCEMENTS.]
ISAAC: So you're not gonna shut 'em down? MARGO: 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.
Look, my neck is on the block here already.
ISAAC: And if they pull off a domestic terror attack, your head is gonna roll.
MARGO: Your buddy went in there without a search warrant.
I kick this up the food chain, a dislocated shoulder will be the least of his worries.
- Still nothing from Harris? - Nothing from Carlita either.
Shit.
What's our next move? Expose Brooks.
Still our only chance to stop the attack.
But we can't do it alone.
[QUIET DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[GRUNTS.]
[PHONE BEEPS.]
[SIGHS.]
[LINE TRILLING.]
[PHONE RINGING.]
Hey.
What'd the doctor say? I'll be in a sling for a few days.
Why wasn't the raid on the news? BOB LEE: There wasn't anyone to arrest.
Jules, I don't know if I'm gonna make it in time.
I didn't expect you would.
BOB LEE: Well, honey, I had to do this.
No, you didn't.
You wanted to.
It's different.
All right, well, I'll get on a plane as soon as they'll let me.
I'll be home soon.
Don't.
What? Don't come home.
Not until you're ready to stay.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]