Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

- it's gonna be me. - DONNY: I guess you're going first.

Lord, thank you very, very, very much

[engine turns over]

BOB LEE: No more threats at this time, over.

- Stay on the ground! - [grunts]

Buy us as much time as you can.

- headed our way. - Yo, you want me to call

I'm gonna text you an address.

Oh, who needs a 338 when you could have a... bat.

and don't give 'em anything to shoot at.

- BOB LEE: Where'd he go? - DANNY: Oh, shit.

That's the last of it.

MAN: Previously on "Shooter"...

Why don't the two of you go out to lunch, huh?

- I love you. - I love you too.

The Golden Crescent.

[intense music]

[shower running]

[sheep bleat distantly]

Keep the engine running.

Stop scaring me.

[dramatic tones]

[both grunting]

- Thanks. - Are you okay?

If anyone's pulling the trigger on my weapon,

That's, like, ten minutes on foot in this terrain.

It's the safest building here. They're not gonna send an RPG.

Captain, it's against their customs to talk to a man.

[both grunting and shouting]

ANGELA: We're not the DEA. These people are farmers.

Heinrichs, Federal Police. And you?

- Where do you need me? - On a beach

The Turkish men did not give their lives in vain...

[Euros fluttering]

Roger, 3-2. Break contact,

- had contact. - No, no, we're all good here.

Won't they be expecting us? At the airport.

down here. The mullah's wife

So much for Mr. I Never Miss.

- He's dead. - All right, guys,

I didn't know the forecast called for dead guys.

- What you got for wind? - About 8 miles per hour.