02x05 - The Man Called Noon

[bunniefuu]

Previously on "sh**t"...

[whistles]
This man is under my protection.

I am Alexander Prosovich.
You may call me Alex.

Let's raise our glasses to Kurt Zehnder

and all the men fallen of the .

I say we bug out
before this goes sideways.

I'm not defending
Pablo Escobar's summer home.

You'll defend what I tell you
to defend; is that clear?

We b*rned $ million worth
of CIA dope.

You don't think
there's gonna be some blowback?

This is Dr. Wydra,
just in from East Timor.

Glad to be here.

Ambush!

[expl*si*n booms]

[grunts]

[g*nf*re]

You k*lled her.

[dramatic music]

- Give me the badge.
- I ain't done with you, Doc.

We gonna get to the bottom of it.

Meachum was skimming off the top

to run rogue black ops.

No telling how many hands
were in that pot.

I finally met with Denning,
that reporter I told you about.

Source was Kurt Zehnder.

Apparently everything
you brought him checked out.

All that was left
was the transfer of a file

he swore would corroborate everything.

Did some digging, and he's got

a storage facility under a false name.

We're gonna go check it out.

Met a guy in prison last year.

Alexi Prosovich, he's Russian mafia.

Dialed in. Maybe he knows something.

If your face was exposed
after everything we've done,

the CIA's gonna go into damage control.

Which is why I'm trying to clean it up.

[g*nshots]

[panicked breathing]

[grunts]

[silenced g*nsh*t]

[both grunting]

- [bone cracks]
- [screams]

♪ ♪

Never should have b*rned that heroin.

Change of plans.

I'll be staying a little longer.

[upbeat rock music]

♪ ♪

[upbeat rock music over radio]

♪ ♪

Captain Johnson won't discuss it.

Discuss what?

Donny's report.

Yeah, we're just gonna pretend like

none of it even happened.

Welcome to Denny's; we serve eggs.

Can I give you a piece of advice?

Do I have a choice?

Keep the original report you wrote, man.

'Cause you know what? You never know.

Jesus, Zehnder, take a play off, man.

There's no there there.

Zehnder, buddy, the best thing we can do

is put that mission behind us.

- On to the next one.
- Disagree.

That heroin was stamped.

That means someone owned it.

Do you have any idea how hard it is

- to transport that much horse?
- Horse?

What are you Scarface now?

Whatever, man.

Okay, this whole situation stinks.

All right, do we even know who
ordered us to hit the mullah?

Do we even know who Johnson told
about the wife's transport?

Yeah, somebody's shutting people up.

Hey, Z, I don't disagree with you,

but ours is not to reason why.

Ours is just to do or die.

♪ ♪

What are you doing?

Taking out the trash.

[insects chirping]

[birds flutter]

[speaking Pashto]

[speaking Pashto]

[distant indistinct chatter]

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, boys.
- Stand down.

I got I-comm chatter about a sn*per.

So what?

They're probably
just talking about Bob Lee.

Negative. He's here for Bob Lee.

It's tied to a new bounty.

Up to K USD.

Captain, some dust mop
up there with his Dragunov

shouldn't be keeping us on the bench.

I sound like I'm
giving you a choice, Fenn?

Stand down until further notice.
All right?

Phantom sn*per, really?

It's gotta be something.
He's not easily spooked.

It's gotta suck to be the best, huh?

That's why my strategy's
not to be as good as you.

Not much worry there.

Oh.

Hey, Captain.

What you got for me, Sergeant?

I think I got the name of the sn*per.

- [keys clacking]
- Solotov.

Solotov.

[brooding music]

♪ ♪

[engine turns over]

[dramatic music]

You and Mary could
take a little road trip.

- No, Bob Lee...
- Just a couple weeks.

No. Okay?

I'm not gonna make Mary
be on the run again.

We can't do that to her.

Well, tell her it's a little vacation.

She'll love it. To Chicago.

Why Chicago?

It's far away. It's a big city.

- It's crowded.
- Strategic.

Baby, I can't do what I need to do

if I'm worried about you guys.

You're the one who always says

we're most exposed on the move, right?

I mean, last time they found us
in the middle of nowhere,

- in a cabin, they found us...
- This is not last time.

You're damn right it's not.

Mary and I are gonna stay here.
This is our home.

Look, if worst comes to worst,
we have...

we have a panic room
and we have a g*n safe.

We have you.

Fine.

I'll be back from Seattle tonight.

I'll talk to Sheriff Brown
about maybe adding a patrol.

Work out a signal
in case something goes wrong.

Um, I didn't get to say before...

I'm really sorry about Lin.

Thanks.

You really think Zehnder
stashed something in that unit?

He swore to Denning
he had some kind of evidence.

And the unit was rented under an alias.

Worth checking out at least.

Zehnder. [scoffs]

He was a good one.

A smartass, but he was a solid marine.

I'll tread lightly.

You really don't think your warrant

set off any alarm bells?

Oh, that's right.

You're Gregson's girl now.

Bet it feels good to be above the law.

Said the guy with no past.

All right, let's do this.

You sure he's gonna be
well enough to talk to you?

He has to be. It's our only lead.

All right, I'll call you
if I find anything interesting.

All right.

Good luck with the Russian mafia.

Maybe he'll offer you a job.

[birds chirping]

[engine turns over]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

It's just a whole lot of nothing.

He probably knows we're watching.

Who the hell is this guy?

I ran his name.

Got a mean reputation.

He's Chechen,
fought with the separatists.

He got so good at k*lling,
the Russians called him

Prizrak: "The Ghost."

His k*ll count is over .

Intel ran dry around .

The Russians wanted him so bad

that they gassed a whole village,

k*lled hundreds, mostly civilians.

And they never found his body.

Well, if it's up to me,
they're gonna find it here.

That ain't happening. You're his target.

Can't have you going outside the wire

until we neutralize this guy.

[ominous music broods]

♪ ♪

[music intensifies]

Today's headlines, authorities
are still investigating

an expl*si*n in a trailer
park on Route .

Authorities are still...

investi... gate... gate...

investigatin' expl*si*n

at a trailer park off of...

Route .

Temperatures are breaking records...

[Southern accent] Temperatures are...

gonna be in the triple digits.

Temperatures gon' be
in the triple digits,

breakin' records tomorrow.

[hair dryer blows]

What's your name?

I'm Travis.

My name is Travis.
It's nice to meet you.

Nice to... nice... nice, nice
to meet you.

No, I'm from West Virginia.

[g*n cocks]

[grunts]

[soft ominous music]

♪ ♪

[phone dings]

[music broods]

♪ ♪

[train whistle blowing]

[coughs]

[coughing]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[music broods]

♪ ♪

[yelps]

[both grunting]

[tense dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[glass smashes]

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

[metal clanks]

[blow lands]

♪ ♪

[blows land]

[handcuffs click]

[ominous music]

Zehnder?

[rustling]

Hey.

Hey, don't touch those.

Who are you?

Show me some ID and get me
the hell out of these cuffs.

You assaulted a federal agent.

You broke into private property.

[breathing heavily]

That's okay. It's cool.

Keep leaving your prints
all over my sh*t;

it'll make it way easier
for me to ID you.

Special Agent Nadine Memphis.

I'm a friend of Bob Lee Swagger's.

And you're Kurt Zehnder,
former member of the .

Not former.

is for life.

Is that why you've been
pretending to be dead?

It's the only way to get stuff done.

And if you're really
a friend of Swagger's,

he'll know exactly
what I'm talking about.

How long you been in here?

[soft scoff]
That bottle you broke over me?

Wasn't water, let's just say that.

[exhales]

Safe to say we could both use a shower.

Which I can get you, by the way.

A hot shower, proper meal, protection.

In exchange for what?

Whatever you were supposed to
send to Jeffrey Denning.

No.

No, you gotta prove to me
we're on the same team.

[phone beeps]

[line trilling]

Bob Lee. It's me.

- Remember I said I'd call you...
- Yeah.

If I found anything interesting?

If this is really you,

tell me who the greatest
band in the world is.

[exhales]

Holy sh*t.

It is you.

for life.

- Oo-rah.
- Oo-rah.

This is crazy.

What, good news?

You guys are never gonna believe this.

- Zehnder is alive.
- What?

Apparently he faked his su1c1de.

[laughs]

That paranoid son of a bitch.

Yeah, man, he's with Memphis right now.

They're gonna meet us
back at the ranch tonight.

Okay, so what's the play?

We go inside and see
what the old man knows.

They've moved in here 'cause he's dying,

so he's got no reason to lie.

He's got no reason
to tell us anything either.

You got a better idea?

Wait here. I'll talk to the guard.

You know what I do
in real life now, Johnson?

I throw bags at LAX.

Sometimes we gotta search 'em.

[soft scoff]

And you'd be amazed at the dark sh*t

people hide in their luggage.

Is that right?

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Swagger's my boy.

I know what you did to him last year.

's supposed to be brothers,

and you went and screwed him.

You pull any sh*t
like that again this time,

you and me are gonna be
going round and round.

[soft scoff]

Thanks for the donut, brother.

♪ ♪

So?

You can explain any time you want.

Oh, I see why
Swagger's friends with you.

He wasn't much for small talk either.

They k*lled the courier I sent Denning.

That's why I went dark.

Not exactly sure how they got onto me,

but it's the only explanation.

Who's they?

If Denning's talking to you,

who else is he talking to?

He's not. He's laying low.

Tell him to stay that way.

Who is "they," Zehnder?

No. No, we gotta move.

We gotta move;
if you were able to find me,

it's only a matter of time
before they can.

MAN: Let them in.

[faint music]

Is that music?

[indistinct chatter]

[Russian hip-hop music playing]

♪ ♪

[chuckles]

[chuckling]

Alexi.

Bob Lee Swagger,

as I live and breathe.

Last time I saw you,

there were two dead guys in my cell.

One with a missing thumb.

That's right. Um.

They said that you only have
a couple of months to live.

Come now.

It's just a little poison
that they should have

put in my vodka, not in my tea.

I would have taken a bigger sip.

[soft chuckle]

They'll never k*ll me.

I see you brought friends.

Yeah, we have a problem.

[mumbles]

♪ ♪

You seen it before?

Of course, um,

but we can't speak about it here.

Where can we speak about it?

There's someone you should meet.

He'll have all the answers
to your needs.

Let me grab a coat.

Oh, I didn't mean to be rude.

Would you like to partake?

- I'm good.
- Maybe we can come back later?

Later or... Nah.

Oh, very well.

I'll meet you out front.

[speaks Russian] _

[soft talking in Russian]

Oh!

[speaks Russian]

Old man.

It's a little after your bedtime, no?

I don't know your friends.

[speaks Russian] _

Oh, allow me to introduce

the great Bob Lee Swagger,

hero of Russia.

Ah, yes.

The sh**t who missed. [clicks tongue]

Drink?

Uh, no, we just need to...

Uh, Peter,

how is your father?

It's been so long
since I have seen him here,

in his rightful place.

If you came to kiss the ring,

I'm wearing it now.

Why, it's so important for a father

to have something to pass on to his son.

Club doing well?

- Very.
- Mm.

And the internet business?

[ominous dramatic music]

The hell you know about that?

Used to be we had lines,

places we wouldn't go to,
even for money.

♪ ♪

It's time for you
and your friends to leave.

♪ ♪

Children, Peter. Little girls.

_

_

[chuckles]

[g*nsh*t]

[g*ns cock]

- [blows land]
- [men groan]

♪ ♪

[g*nsh*t]

Do you know who I am?

I said, do you know who I am?

[brooding music]

There was a robbery.

While you two were in the bathroom.

You saw no one. Understood?

Well, now, get the hell out of here.

Both of you.

[groans]

- Come on.
- [groaning]

Come, Bob Lee.

Grab the vodka.

[exhales] The hell was that?

I have no idea.

[soft ominous music]

You mind telling me
what the hell that was?

Peter Petravich is the son

of Ivan Petravich, a capo.

- Untouchable.
- Apparently not.

Yeah, he was a piece of sh*t.

Peter found a new line of income,

one even his father didn't know about.

Child p*rn.

Such people must be disposed of.

I don't disagree,
but why involve us in this sh*t?

Oh...

[laughs]

Huh.

I couldn't bring my own men.

As your friend said, uh,

he was untouchable.

And I needed backup.

He used us.

[lock clicks]

[laughs]

[soft chuckling]

Whoo-hoo.

[ominous music]

And something in it for you too.

♪ ♪

This ride's way too nice
to be government issued.

Who's paying your freight?

Okay, at what point

are you going to
tell me where we're going?

You're not hearing me.

Okay, I've been saying
they're all in bed together.

All of them: the FBI, CIA,
all the cartels,

NATO, the Senate.

People think that the
deep state is running things.

Please. It's Atlas all the way.

They're so black ops,
they're... they're no ops.

- They're invisible ops.
- Atlas?

Don't even say their name.

Look, specifics build a case, Zehnder,

not conspiracies.

I mean, what exactly
does your evidence prove?

Look for the overlap.

Okay, watch who's
washing all their digits.

Spokes lead to a cog, right?

Like... like,
there's a banker in Mexico.

Straight-up dude. Went to Wharton.

He's running all the books
for the cartels

and for Atlas.

That does not happen by accident.

Okay, you got a name for this banker?

I know he exists, okay?

Turn here.

- Here?
- Yes.

- We've already passed this.
- Turn.

Okay, that's it. I'm calling Bob Lee.

Maybe he can get a straight
answer out of you because

I've tried to... what the...

[phone clatters]

[tires screech]

[both grunt]

I cuffed you.

I'm a marine, okay?

The courier only had a copy.

Now I will take you to the original.

[scoffs]

That's a r*fle, I'm sure of it.

It hasn't moved in two days.

I don't need to be sure.

Light it up. Match coordinates.

Thank you. Here we go.

[m*ssile fires]

[expl*si*n booms]

All right, now what?

Now we wait.

[soft ominous music]

♪ ♪

Russians have been running heroin

out of Afghanistan
long before the CIA did.

Thanks for the history lesson,
but why is Solotov

trying to k*ll us because of this?

[soft laugh]

You've heard of him.

He was a Chechen sn*per,

very deadly.

The Prizrak.

He was a legend.

Almost as famous as you.

Where do we find him?

[chuckles] No idea.

And I don't want to know.

After the w*r, he disappeared.

Went to work for some dark organization.

Assassinations.

K*llers that leave no clues

or make their murders
seem like accidents.

Some call them Atlas.

But they believe in no contracts.

No name, no address,

no phone number, no country,

and no face.

No face?

What does that mean?

It means no one knows

what the members look like.

Secrecy is their first priority.

[dramatic music pounds]

Donny.

♪ ♪

[g*nsh*t]

He took Solotov's ID
and wrote that damn report.

I told him to burn it.

Zehnder kept it.

I saw him take it.

g*dd*mn Zehnder.

He could never let anything go.

[soft ominous music]

You guys, this isn't about the heroin.

It's about Solotov's identity.

He's k*lling anybody
who's seen his face.

Man, it'd always bother me

why this great sn*per

would be so sloppy to let
his name be heard on the radio.

He was trying to make it look like

a sn*per versus sn*per thing

to cover up the fact that it was Donny

who was the target that day, not me.

So why are we the targets now?

That reporter, Denning,

the one that Nadine's working with,

he had the story.

He had Zehnder.

And Zehnder had the damn report.

[phone beeps]

You've reached Nadine Memphis.
Leave a message.

Nadine's not picking up.

Hey, how do we find this organization?

Secrecy is very expensive,

and they have a lot of secrets.

You want to find them? Find their money.

- Hey, Gary.
- Hey.

- You got my lane open?
- Sure do.

Wonderful.

How's Bob Lee doing these days?

He, uh, decided to hang up his iron?

No, you kidding me? Him? Never.

He's just been busy at the ranch.

But I'll tell him you said hi, okay?

- Appreciate it.
- Mm-hmm.

[g*ns f*ring]

[g*n fires]

Nice grouping, sweetheart.

Thanks.

Now, how'd a girl as pretty as you

end up sh**ting a piece
as badass as that?

Well, my father-in-law
gave it to my husband

'cause he's a sh**t.

sn*per, actually,
so you might want to watch out.

He's probably set up on you right now.

[chuckles]

You're a live one, ain't you?

You mind if I see how she handles?

Yeah, actually.

I'm gonna get back to it, all right?

Don't have to be a bitch about it.

Excuse me?

You heard me.

[soft ominous music]

Hey.

This don't concern you, brother.

Oh, I ain't your brother.

♪ ♪

[scoffs] Aw, forget you two.

Thanks for the backup.

Of course.

Seemed like you were
standin' your ground just fine.

- [soft laugh]
- I'm Travis.

- Um...
- Oh, I'm so sorry.

- It's all right.
- That's just a force of habit.

I'm Julie.

- It's nice to meet you.
- You too.

My daughter slammed my arm
in a car door and

she feels horrible, so

I'm learning everything left-handed.

[soft laugh]

But I don't seem to be
making much progress

in the way of sh**ting though,
that's for sure.

Yeah, you're gonna have to do

much better than that, Travis.

- This is Texas.
- This is true.

- It's nice to meet you.
- You as well.

[g*n clicking]

[ominous music broods]

Set us off, Dobber.

What kind of sandwich do you like?

She said club.

[Marillion playing over headphones]

Hey, Z.

Z.

♪ ♪

Huh?

Turn that sh*t down, man.

You're gonna go deaf.

Which wouldn't be so bad, considering.

It's Marillion, man. They're phenomenal.

It's a mental vacation
from you bastards.

I can't believe
progressive music is your sh*t.

It doesn't make any sense.

You want progressive? Try Debussy.

Or Beethoven. Expand your minds.

- Come on, guys.
- Music is music.

I like it, Zehnder.

It's melodic.

♪ ♪

Still no movement on the hill.

We're gonna wait another day.

Check in tomorrow.

I think I'd rather
take my chances against Solotov

than sit here and listen to that.

Copy that.

Solotov is dead.

♪ ♪

West Virginia, but
work has me on the road so much

I feel more like a hobo
than a husband and a father.

Oh, I understand that.
My husband's gone a lot too.

Thanks, Gary.

He don't sell
farm equipment too, does he?

No, uh, he's a marine.

That's why you're such a good sh*t.

- Thanks.
- [soft laugh]

Is he deployed?

No, he's retired.

But he's still really involved.

He, uh, works with other vets.

Probably more than he should.

Sounds like a stand-up guy.

He is.

[soft ominous music]

You know, my wife has this saying,

that the key is communication,
but the lock is trust.

♪ ♪

I know that she can't cook
worth a damn neither.

- You know?
- [laughs]

You know, I... I shouldn't complain.

Bob Lee's a... a really great guy

and a wonderful husband.

You know, I don't think it's complaining

to say you miss your husband.

He'd probably be happy to hear it.

Yeah.

You're right. Thanks.

- It was great talking with you.
- You as well.

Hey, sorry to trouble you,
but any chance you could

recommend a good church
to go to around here?

You know, I love to sh**t, but, uh,

I need the good side too.

Yeah, yeah, we go...
we go to St. Francis.

It's just right up the road.

And they're actually having a, uh,

a food drive this weekend,

if you want to stop by.

They make a big deal of it.

Well, I wouldn't want
to intrude or anything.

Come on, don't be silly. It's a church.

- Anyone's welcome.
- That's very nice of you.

I mean, I can't promise that

the conversation
will be riveting, all right?

But we can steer it away
from tractor sales.

[laughs] That's... that's a deal.

Would you, uh, would you mind

emailing me the name and address?

I... I won't remember it otherwise.

Sure, yeah. Uh, let me...

I... I really look forward to it.

Yeah. What's your email?

How much beef

do you actually think is in this patty?

I mean, the sign says quarter pound, but

I'm calling bullshit on that.

I swear we passed that h*nky-tonk

like six times already.

A worthwhile mission
takes patience, Nadine.

Turn left.

I got a question for you, G-woman.

If I'm the crazy one,

what were you doing
in a dead guy's storage unit?

Following my instincts.

Your boss encourage you
to go after your gut?

She doesn't know I'm here.

She'll come around
once I put it all together.

Put it all together, huh?

And I'm the conspiracy nut in the car.

Next you're gonna tell me
that Oswald acted alone.

Please, everyone knows the k*ll sh*t

came from the Dal-Tex Building.

Ha! We are cut from
the same cloth, you and I,

whether you like it or not.

[soft ominous music]

Should have asked you
to get me a milkshake too.

But you... you never know
which places use

actual chocolate ice cream

and which place cheats and uses
that vanilla and bullshit...

We've got company.

♪ ♪

God damn it.

God damn it. I told you, Nadine.

They are everywhere.

Hey you.

Someone's having a good day.

Yeah.

Well, you just made it better.

How was Seattle?

Clarifying.

Have you seen Nadine?

She's not answering her phone.

No, I haven't seen her
since this morning.

- But I see, uh, our other guests.
- Yeah.

I... I'm sorry.

No. You know what? It's all right.

Mary wanted lasagna,
and I made a huge batch of it.

So why don't you
invite 'em in for dinner?

Isaac too?

Jesus can break bread
with a tax collector.

I think this is a little bit different.

It's fine.

What's gotten into you?

[soft ominous music]

You know, I was having
a hard time after Frankfurt,

and, uh, you know, you being gone

doesn't really make it any easier,

but today was a good day.

♪ ♪

I want us to talk more, okay?

You know, and just be honest.

The key is communication.

The lock is trust.

♪ ♪

- I like that.
- Yeah.

And I'm sure those guys
would like some lasagna.

Invite 'em in.

Yo, fellas! Come on in.

[phone ringing]

- Yeah?
- Swagger, it's me.

Memphis, I've been trying you for hours.

Yeah, well, your buddy threw
my cell phone out the window.

- Turns out we picked up a tail.
- sh*t.

I don't want to lead them to
you or to Zehnder's evidence, so

now that it's dark,
I'm gonna try and shake 'em.

No, don't. Don't lose 'em.

Get yourself a burner phone,
but keep driving towards me.

I'll call you in an hour and a half

with specific instructions.

Yeah, okay.

[brooding music]

She's gonna lead 'em here.

It's an old oil refinery.

You sure no one will be there?

It's been abandoned for years.

Kids use it to party,
but nobody's gonna be there at dawn.

- I see a lot of egress.
- Doesn't matter.

She's gonna lead 'em to us.

Once they cross the fence line,
we can box them in.

And if Solotov shows?

Then we put him down, once and for all.

What if he's got help?

Then we stitch 'em up too.

He's right. They chose their side.

You are gonna have to convince Memphis.

No, we won't.

Once we get 'em in a gunfight,

she'll leave with Zehnder, get the docs.

We'll clean up one thing
while she handles the other.

What if Solotov's not there?

Then we do what we gotta do
and make his guys talk.

[suspenseful music broods]

She's going to lead you

to a refinery.

And I'll meet you on the...

the road in to supply you.

And call our friends.
We're going to need some help.

[brooding tense music]

♪ ♪

She's here.

[g*n cocks]

She got company?

Yep. One car about yards back.

They're running dark.

Just one?

So far.

Too easy.

Oh, this is not good.

Swagger knows what he's doing.

Yeah, Bob Lee's good,
but these guys are better.

Bob Lee's retired, man.

For these guys, it's every day.

Zehnder, I need you to relax.

And I have to sh*t.

♪ ♪

[soft suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Target's arrived.

What's he doing?

Nothing.

Here he comes.

[music broods]

♪ ♪

[r*fle fires]

[music slowly intensifies]

♪ ♪

Oh, sh*t. Ambush!

[intense dramatic music]

[b*ll*ts ricochet]

♪ ♪

Stay here.

[g*nf*re]

Moving!

Moving!

[g*nf*re]

[r*fle fires]

[g*nsh*t echoes]

I think that's all of them.

[tires screech]

[dramatic music pounds]

[soft ominous music]

Zehnder's gone.

sh*t.

Los Fantasmos.

Solotov could have
seen an ambush coming,

but 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.

Atlas.

That's the group Alexi said
Solotov works for.

Yeah, but it still doesn't make sense.

If Solotov knew
all his targets were here,

why send the JV?

[ominous music]

Maybe he had
a higher value target in mind.

Zehnder better never stop running.

♪ ♪

[phone beeps]

You've got Fios.

Swagger. It's me.

[g*nsh*t]

Zehnder, you there?

[coughs]

[breathing heavily]

Zehnder, you there?

[brooding music]

Zehnder?

♪ ♪

I would not have thought
to come back here.

Very clever.

Zehnder?

Too bad. You were the best of them.

[g*nsh*t]

♪ ♪

Do not b*at yourself up
too bad, Swagger.

You can only be
in so many places at once.

I could say the same thing about you.

k*lled a bunch of your guys this morning

when you left them out to dry.

There's no shortage of men

willing to die for the right price.

But you have what you're
looking for now, huh?

Your face, right?

Anonymity is not a choice for me.

It is a requirement.

Too bad you involved yourself, Swagger.

This could have been the end.

But that is the curse
of the hero, is it not?

He usually ends up

standing on the bodies
of his dead friends.

Pick a place, assh*le. We can end it.

The place is everywhere.

And the time is now.

This ends when everyone
who knows me is gone.

That's a lot of loose ends to tie up.

I'm not tying up loose ends, Swagger.

I am burning the rope.

[brooding ominous music]

♪ ♪

[dramatic music builds]

♪ ♪