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Previously on Reacher...
The colonel's promotion's going through.
There's no way a drug operation
that happened right under his nose
is gonna be publicized in a huge bust.
Operation Kite Runner will be shut town.
Mr. Reacher. Malcolm Lavoy.
The people who want this weaponry can never be allowed to have it.
If they knew you were involved in the shady dealings
that created Little Wing in the first place, you'd be indicted.
I'm prepared to give you whatever you need.
Why'd you send us to get killed in an ambush?
Our head of security told me to give you that address.
- Not Tony Swan? - No.
He's the one trying to stop all this.
Langston is vicious.
If I didn't cooperate...
things that he said he would have
done to my daughter.
I want you to run down that way.
It's not always fair, kid.
- Hold on, Russo. - The girl.
She's okay.
All right, we need to get you two out of town to somewhere safe.
I take it Chad's house was the one place
you thought you wouldn't be found?
Yeah.
Everyone I trust with my life or anyone else's
is already involved in this thing.
Even Finlay up in Boston.
What about Roscoe? You trust her.
Who's Roscoe?
She's a friend back in Margrave.
Senator Lavoy knew what happened down there.
If he was able to find out, Langston could have, too,
and potentially track Marlo and Jane to Georgia.
Neagley, Dixon, was there ever a time in your life
when you had very little attachment to a place?
Digitally, via paper trail,
even emotionally?
It'd have to be after the military,
'cause the Army knew every time we scratched our asses.
A few months after I was discharged,
I went to Buffalo.
Worked in-house at this debt collection agency.
Only lasted six months before I quit.
- It was a dirty business. - Did you rent while you were there?
Yeah. Private residence, apartment over a garage.
Good. No property records. Landline?
Just my cell phone. Non-local area code.
- Utilities? - Nope. Included in the rent.
Well, that's pretty much perfect.
Anyone there you trust?
My landlord, Bob Lee. Retired firefighter.
Old-school Irishman. Lives for his grandkids.
Like that he was a firefighter.
They have a sense of duty and honor.
I slipped on ice in the driveway once,
knocked myself out cold.
Mr. Lee found me, picked me up,
drove me through a blizzard to Kenmore Mercy.
Guy was 70 at the time.
I don't just trust him with my life.
He may have actually saved it once.
You think he'd do you a favor?
I send him homemade soda bread on St. Patrick's Day
and he calls me every year on my birthday, so yeah,
- I think he'd do me a favor. - Buffalo it is.
Great, I'll give him a call.
It won't be forever.
We just need to kill a few more people.
Who wants treats?
There was a shitload of options at the vending machine,
so I kind of got a sampler's pack there.
What?
Um, can we have candy
or do we need to talk about murder some more?
That's the only Clark Bar.
So, what's the plan?
O'Donnell and Dixon'll make sure Marlo and Jane get off safely.
Neagley and I have business with Lieutenant Marsh.
Russo's boss?
Russo confronts him about being dirty and dies within hours?
I'd say we have a lot to talk about.
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Car's in the driveway.
Decent chance he's home.
I want eyes out here in case any of Marsh's pals show up.
Copy that.
Reacher.
A good man died in my arms last night.
Whatever you do to Marsh,
make him feel it.
Is that the going price of an honest cop's life these days?
You can try, but that wouldn't be smart.
Listen, I did not want Russo to die, all right?
They guy worked under me since he was a rookie.
That's why you couldn't do it yourself.
So you made a call.
Just like Langston called those bikers in Boston.
Cowards like you never like to get your hands dirty.
No, it wasn't like that. Okay, yeah,
I told Langston that Russo was onto him,
but I didn't think in a million years
that they would kill him.
I figured he's wise up when they dropped
a bag of cash at his feet.
- Like that one? - Yeah.
- Who the hell wouldn't take this kind of money? - Russo wouldn't.
And anyone who knew him as long as you did would know that.
So when you called Langston, you knew exactly what would happen.
Go for it...
if you really think you can grab it and fire before I do.
Or you can tell me what I want to know
and use that phone to turn yourself in.
Prison's not a great place for ex-cops,
but it's better than the alternative.
Barely.
Aah! Ow!
You just used up your last bit of goodwill.
Ow.
We know the buyer... Mahmoud, Mason, Marino
or whatever the hell he calls himself...
will soon come into possession of 650
shoulder-fired surface-to-air missiles,
and that he's due to meet with Langston and a New Age engineer
to get the Little Wing software chips installed in the hardware.
I need to know when and where that meeting's taking place.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
Nobody ever said anything like that to me.
Ow, ow!
Oh, God! God... Stop. Please.
I swear I'm telling the truth.
Langston hired me to keep tabs on Russo
and just tell him when he got close, that's it.
- Then I guess we're done here. - No, no, wait, wait!
Stop, stop. Um...
Um, look, uh, Grant-Grant would know.
- Who's Grant? - He's the guy you ran over last night.
- He's dead. - He's not.
Turn-turn on the news. He's not dead.
He's in intensive care in Mount Sinai.
See?
Being an honest cop isn't that hard.
Just ask Russo.
Oh, wait. You can't.
We're square.
Okay. No one's gonna be looking for you in Buffalo,
but if you guys feel like you need to stretch your legs,
even just for a block or two, wear these.
Pull 'em down tight, low to your eyebrows.
Small precaution, big benefits, right?
- Yeah. Thank you. - Okay.
Driver's got five grand in cash in-pocket.
That guarantees you a safe trip to Dixon's friend's place.
Okay.
Okay, Jane?
Yeah.
This isn't gonna do.
Well...
You know, when my boys started in T-ball,
I had to teach 'em how to break in a cap.
And I know everyone thinks it's cool to wear 'em straight brim,
but I'm trying to bring back the classic look.
- You want to help me out? - Sure.
How's that?
- It's good. - Yeah? Let me see.
There you go.
Okay.
Hey.
You're gonna be fine.
Your mom, she's pretty brave.
And the dangerous stuff... that's over.
So you'll be all right. I promise.
- Okay. - Okay?
There you go.
Okay, well, uh...
Typically, it's hard for women to say goodbye to me,
so let's get you girls out of here
before you get too attached.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
Speed limit all the way, sir.
You're good with the kid.
Would've been a good girl-dad, too.
Ah, kids are kids.
Don't talk to them like they're idiots,
usually pretty easy.
You know, we got this. Reacher, Neagley, and I.
You don't have to finish this out.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means you've got more at stake than the rest of us.
If you want, you can walk away with your chin up.
With my chin up?
Yeah.
Really gonna try and pull that line with me?
Aw, fuck it, it was worth a shot.
Yeah, let's get to work, buddy.
Hooah!
I know with the training holiday coming up,
some of you may have made plans.
Those plans might have included heading off base.
- Not necessarily. - What gave you that idea?
But I just heard from one of our sources on Operation Kite Runner.
The big buy is happening tonight.
Hm. Where?
Some abandoned, military-owned land
about five klicks northwest of base.
The overflow lot? Motor pool guys used to go there to drink.
With the DONSA and everyone clearing out for the weekend,
someone thought this would be the perfect time to offload supply.
- They're wrong. - Weren't we told in no uncertain terms
that there were to be no wide-scale arrests,
no conspiracy charges, just,
you know, accept the fact they were FUBARing
our entire operation and that was that?
Yes. That's what we were told.
As the longest tooth here,
I just want to make sure you understand the ramifications
of going through with this, Reacher.
I know them inside and out.
I know that tonight will be the culmination
of two years of incredibly hard work
by every member of this team.
I know that defying a direct order
will permanently damage and possibly end career paths.
We may not be discharged, but they'll sure as hell
make us wish we were.
Busted in rank,
shit assignments in the worst corners of the globe.
But if we do this,
we'll be taking out an operation pumping thousands of kilos
of heroin into the country.
And we'll be making sure the criminals hiding behind
the name of the United States Army
know they can't do so with impunity.
I think that's an okay trade.
But since I probably have
18 hours left as your CO...
I'll leave you to make your own decision.
If any of you don't want to be involved, I understand.
I couldn't respect you more.
And every one of you are free to walk out of here
right now with your chin held high.
Then let's get to work.
They're here, Lieutenant.
Hold on.
Shit.
Don't move! Hands out and up.
On whose orders?
Major Jack Reacher of the 110th Military Police
Special Investigations Unit.
We have reason to believe these vehicles have been used
to transport Schedule One narcotics.
Kneel with fingers interlocked behind your head
while we conduct our search.
- You don't have a warrant. - This is the military.
We don't need a search warrant. On your knees.
You heard the major. Kneel.
Let's go, sunshine.
Neagley, Lowrey, watch these soldiers.
Damn it!
Perhaps you were misinformed.
- O'Donnell. - Yeah?
Switchblade.
Light...
Got a patch on this one, too.
Ditto that over here.
They're on all of them.
You're under arrest.
My buyers might have something to say about that.
Cops! Light 'em up!
Duck!
Thanks, kid.
Shit.
Aah!
- Everybody good? - Yeah.
- You good?
Got a runner.
Aah!
Oh, my G... You broke my fucking leg.
I broke the fence.
The fall broke your leg.
Shut up.
I am starting to see the appeal of your minimalistic lifestyle.
Never too late to join me.
Can I bring my guitar?
- Nope. - I'm out.
- Can't forget this, hermano. - Mm?
Oh.
My lucky lighter.
Oh.
I am definitely
hanging onto this
to show your future wife.
Yeah, well, you're gonna be holding onto that
for a hell of a long time
because I am unattached for life.
Ah. Well, I just want to say,
on behalf of all women everywhere, thank you.
Hey, I had these printed out in case anyone wants one.
You know, a kind of sort of keepsake thing.
- There you go. - Sweet. Thanks, Franzy.
Yeah, yeah, of course.
Thanks, sucker.
- Lose it. - Yeah.
Thanks, boss.
Won't be your boss for long.
Well, I guess I'm gonna have to savor it while it lasts.
Who knows when we're gonna see each other again?
Why would anyone want to see these clowns?
Wasn't talking about them.
Oh, here we go.
"Free Bird," extended version.
Hell, no. You know the rules.
But I got something even better.
'Cause we sure did go crazy
on those sons of bitches, didn't we?
♪ My love is the evenin' breeze touchin' your skin ♪
♪ The gentle, sweet singin' of the leaves in the wind ♪
♪ The whisper that calls after you in the night ♪
♪ That kisses your ear in the early ♪
♪ Moonlight... ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
No way!
♪ And you don't need to wonder, you're doing fine ♪
♪ My love, the pleasure's mine ♪
♪ Let me go crazy on you ♪
♪ Crazy on you ♪
♪ Crazy on ♪
Everyone enjoying themselves?
Your unit is disbanded.
Each and every one of you will be disciplined.
Maybe not officially.
But rest assured, Uncle Sam will get his pound of flesh,
and I...
well, I just got my ass handed to me by the colonel himself.
And you've decided to throw a goddamn party!
Don't stand at attention like you respect me.
I told you how I wanted this case wrapped up.
Yes, sir.
Why'd you fuck me?
If you're looking for an apology, there isn't one coming.
You know,
when you first got the 110th,
all the brass said that you would eventually fuck it up.
Glad I didn't disappoint.
110th...
Special Investigators Unit,
you're all hereby relieved of your duty.
Effective immediately.
110th...
dismissed.
♪ Crazy on you ♪
♪ Let me go ♪
♪ Crazy, crazy on you ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
Yeah.
Come on, Swan, play it!
♪ Crazy on you ♪
- Wish I had my piece. - Any decent cop
would see the outline of a weapon in these scrubs.
We go in nice and easy, get the info we need and we're gone.
Fine.
But nothing with you is ever nice and easy.
Hi, Grant.
You yell or make noise, I'll tear your trachea out
and your last thought'll be, "Holy shit, he really did it."
When and where is Langston meeting his buyer?
- I don't know. - I think you do.
You're a loose end who's gonna be questioned as soon as
he's medically cleared. You don't think Langston
has someone on the way here right now to take you out?
I don't know anything.
Let's make sure.
What the hell?
What are you doing?
Hey! What are...
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
You know how a catheter works?
There's a balloon inflated in your bladder holding it in place.
If I fill the balloon port with air, it'll burst
the balloon and tear your urethra apart like a piñata.
I've messed up a lot of guys a lot of ways,
but I've never done that.
To be honest, I'm kind of curious how you'll react.
So if I were you, I'd start talking.
Okay, here we go.
I can't understand a word he's saying.
Okay, okay. Fuck.
Fuck.
Langston's meeting the buyer tomorrow.
- What time? - Five a.m.
Where?
Langston keeps things on a need-to-know basis.
That's it, I swear.
Fuck!
Keep it the hell down, buddy.
I swear to God...
I told you all I know.
Lucky for you, it looks suspicious when your insides blow up.
Hospital checks security cameras,
sees us coming in here, causes all kinds of trouble.
But if you have an embolism after a car accident...
no one suspects a thing.
What?
A gift... from Gaitano Russo.
No.
- Hurry! Over here! Come here! - Out of the way, please.
- He's flatlining. - Hands on deck.
I need a crash cart!
We have a Code Blue! Move, move!
That way.
Up ahead. Doctor scrubs, but look
at the stethoscope. Only nurses carry paper tape.
Looks like he grabbed what he could
and threw it on, just like we did.
Langston hates loose ends.
Doc's coming for Grant.
Oh!
Fuck you!
Shit.
I wanted to question him.
Maybe we can still get some answers?
Give me some good news.
Sure. You're down another man,
but I left his body in the morgue for convenience.
Oh, that's okay.
Since you've made it a habit of taking out my guys,
I've come up with my own contingency plan
and I've got two of your guys.
Bullshit.
See, I still know people in the police department.
And after the untimely death of Officer Russo,
I had the GPS on his precinct car run.
Nothing unusual, except for a visit to the Jade East Motel,
a by-the-hour tug joint
that that Boy Scout would never visit unless he was working a case.
Just so happened it was the same night
as a hell of a fender-bender in the New Age lobby.
So, today,
I sent some of my boys over there
and guess what they found?
- Your pals. - What do you want?
I got an R & D facility in Rockland County.
You and your buddy surrender your weapon
and stay under the watch of my men there till this is over.
And then I'll let you all go, alive.
Says a guy who doesn't like loose ends.
You know, this has gone way too far.
But soon, my associates and I will have $65 million
and we won't have a reason to kill you.
More bodies means more bullshit, so you
and your cohort come here,
and this is over for all of us before you know it.
My cohort's name is Neagley.
And she's dead.
Your guy killed her in the hospital basement.
Then I slit his jugular with a bone saw.
Then you come here now.
But if you fuck around and call the cops,
I'll kill the only two friends you have left.
Cops are already here.
I'm at the scene of a double homicide
waiting to be questioned.
I leave now, they start tailing me.
You want them following me to you?
I'll be there sometime tonight.
When I show up, I need proof of life.
Oh, you'll get it.
But if you try anything cute, you'll get proof of death.
Langston was a cop for 30 years.
You don't think he can pull a few strings
and find out I'm not at the coroner's?
Eventually. Until then, I bought us some time.
To do what?
Yeah.
There's a Jack Margrave on the line for you.
He says it's urgent.
Put him through.
- Mr. Reacher. - I'm about to tear the apple cart to pieces.
You still prepared to give me everything I need?
One hundred percent.
Your private security... former SEALs and Rangers?
Two SEALs, one Ranger.
Good. I need 'em.
Well, if that's what it's gonna take
to make all this go away, done.
Look, Reacher,
I know that you think I'm some feckless scumbag politician,
but I was just trying to do right by our country.
Yes, maybe I... maybe I wet my beak a little.
But I didn't know that it would lead to people dying.
You got to believe me on that.
You want absolution, talk to a priest.
Now, here's exactly what I need you to do.
Lot of exterior lighting.
Anyone trying to cross is gonna get lit up
like a Wrigley Field night game.
Not to mention the camera mounts all around the perimeter.
Langston said if anything suspicious goes down,
he'll kill Dixon and O'Donnell.
There's no way to initiate a plan from the outside
without putting them at risk.
That's why I have to do this from the inside.
Get a jump on 'em.
You're just gonna walk in there?
You have no idea what he's gonna do to you.
That's not exactly true.
We saw Franz's autopsy record.
Cuffs, torture?
No, Reacher.
Don't worry. I'm not just gonna lie down and take it.
♪ I'm a man, yes, I am ♪
♪ And I can't help but love you so...
No, it's all right. Cheers, cheers, cheers.
♪ I'm a man...
Good song.
Thought kids only listened to garbage.
♪ No, no, no...
Hey!
I told you punks this is private property. Now beat it.
Private property starts at the fence, man.
My parents pay for this road with their tax dollars.
If you don't get out of here, I'm not gonna
call the cops this time, I'm just gonna kick all your asses.
♪ Help but love you so...
Eat shit, narc.
♪ I'm a man...
Oh. And the fence is electrified.
♪ Help but love you so ♪
I like that kid.
'Cause he fights the power?
No.
'Cause he just gave me an idea.
Sir.
You're on time.
Though it's expected, it is still appreciated.
Show me, please.
Perfect.
The New Age engineer who has the Little Wing chips.
Take me to him.
Guy your pal Reacher killed in the hospital?
We were on the force with him for years.
Someone that you served with
getting violently killed?
Well...
I have no idea what that feels like.
He's a funny one.
He's got his funny little remarks.
His funny little toys.
You know, these things don't do any good if you don't keep 'em sharp.
Let's see how well you maintain your tools.
Aah!
Okay.
It's time.
Hold on.
What?
Nothing. It's just...
I've been thinking about Operation Kite Runner lately.
Strange.
So have I.
We went into that case knowing it was a losing proposition.
And we all got burned.
Kind of getting that same vibe now.
We put bad guys in the ground, we put bad guys in jail.
I prefer the former, but it was far from a loss.
It killed the 110th, figuratively.
And now someone's actually killing the 110th, literally.
You're about to walk into a buzzsaw, Reacher.
This plan?
We might die.
Everyone dies eventually.
I'm aware.
But I'd prefer to not do it today.
Wouldn't you?
People live and then they die.
As long as we do both properly, there's nothing much to regret.
If this goes to shit, I just don't want to be
the last living member of our outfit.
We investigated, we prepared.
Now we execute.
And I have my best soldier covering my ass, right?
Damn right.
Besides, if this all went to shit,
you wouldn't be the last member of the 110th for long.
They'd kill you within 24 hours.
Asshole.
That's far enough. Hands up.
I'll hold onto this for you.
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