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From the handiwork done to Kliner's neck,
it's clear the South Americans are from Venezuela.
How do you know that?
That's a Venezuelan butterfly cut.
Makes you asphyxiate and bleed out simultaneously,
so you effectively drown in your own blood.
Kliner must've had someone in Venezuela.
Someone he was working with... or for.
Someone who's not happy with how messy this has all become.
Someone with enough juice to take out
the person we thought was the boss.
A wise, gigantic man once told me:
"You don't put down a junkyard dog
unless you know you have a just-as-nasty backup hound."
Think they sent enforcement up from Venezuela
to keep the trains running on time?
It's possible.
When was the last time you were on a stakeout?
Kliner compound?
Change in leadership can result in mistakes.
If it does, I want to be watching when it happens.
We'll need a car.
Everyone in town knows mine, and your Bentley isn't subtle.
I'll take care of it.
It's the station house.
The dung has officially hit the fan.
"The dung."
Just curse, Finlay.
I want all citizen volunteers working the phones.
Stevenson, track down the security footage
from the traffic cameras at the end of Route 4
heading to Kliner's property.
And-and try and drum up some of that Google satellite shit.
I... I don't think that's how Google works, sir.
The people of Margrave are losing their minds, son.
- Just get it done. - Yes, sir.
Hey, Baker.
Let's prepare a statement, uh...
We are still in the, uh, information gathering stages...
Et cetera, et cetera.
Everything we're working on, including Morrison,
is back-burnered till we get a handle on this situation.
- Where was he found? - Office.
Secretary discovered him this morning.
Okay. Assume county forensics are already there?
- They find anything? - Nothing yet.
I'll head over.
- You still think my dad's guilty, you piece of shit?! - Easy. Easy.
Easy.
Get your fucking hands off me!
Now, I'm gonna give you a do-over,
considering the circumstances.
But when I let you go, if you take another swing,
this goes in a different direction real fast.
- No, no, no, no. Settle down, settle down. - You fuck!
You went after my father for murder.
You tried to sully the name and reputation of a man
who has done nothing but give to this community.
I know you're emotional, and I'm sorry for your loss, KJ,
but I've never done anything in this town but my job.
Fuck you, carpetbagger.
Oh, get in my office.
Maybe you should get some air.
And-and hold off going to the crime scene just yet
till things cool down.
I'm sorry, did you just tell your chief detective to wait
for a crime scene to go cold?
I told my chief detective to take a beat.
You accused this town's fairy-fucking-godfather
of homicide only to find out he's a victim
like all the others.
You don't have a lot of goodwill 'round here right now.
I'm doing you a favor.
So hit the bench,
I'll call you back in the game soon enough.
That's quite a vehicle.
It gets me from A to B.
Got to be honest,
I'm not too familiar with British cars.
Just need the windows tinted.
Three days, at least.
I guess I'll need a loaner, then.
Yeah, we don't do loaners.
You sure?
Guess you could take my car for the time being.
It ain't a Bentley, but, uh, it'll get you from A to B.
It's perfect.
I usually get Romas.
And these ain't ready yet.
Maybe next week they'll make a decent sandwich.
How do you do it, Mr. Mosley?
Do what?
Stay here.
In Margrave.
You never thought it might be easier somewhere else?
Thought it? I knew it.
So why stay?
My family's been here longer than the Kliners,
longer than the Teales and just as long
as Miss Roscoe's kin.
Now, why should I let anyone drive me from my town?
Only way they're pushing me and my sister out is in caskets.
Even then, we'll be in Margrave Cemetery.
Uh, the question ain't why I'm still here,
it-it's why you ever came here in the first place.
Margrave's a long way from Harvard Square, Detective.
Reacher asked me the same thing.
Whatcha tell him?
Same as I'm gonna tell you.
It's none of your business.
Next time bring me Romas.
Will do.
Is it over?
No.
But I brought some backup.
Roscoe.
- Oh. - A little piece of Margrave.
You hanging on?
I'm hanging on by a thread.
Hope you know how to play Settlers of Catan.
- It's Board Game Central in here. - That's good.
- Keeping 'em busy. - For now. They're scared.
I-I mean, I'm scared, too.
Where are my manners? Get you some water.
Thank you.
She's a total mess.
This place was used for a mob witness once.
Door's been reinforced, good alarm system,
but use your instincts.
You feel any danger,
you grab that family and you run.
All right, I'm gonna hit it.
I'll be in touch in a couple days.
Oh, that's okay. I have to go.
- Now, what are the rules? - Thank you.
Both locks, no lights when we're sleeping,
- and don't use the fireplace. - Good job.
You're gonna get through this.
Thank you.
Thank you for everything you have done.
I'm leaving you in good hands.
Beef jerky?
In an enclosed space?
Protein, iron, zinc.
Doesn't spike your insulin.
I love jerky.
Neagley introduced me to the good stuff.
So, Neagley.
She's a friend?
We served together in the 110th.
So she's a friend.
I-I guess you can call her that.
I did call her that. Why can't you call her that?
I call her Neagley.
So, what's the deal with the 110th?
Long story.
You got somewhere to be?
Army let me put together my own special investigations unit.
Pentagon thought it would fail,
which is why they put me in charge.
There were nine of us.
Where are the rest of them?
No idea.
- You weren't close? - Very close.
Went through a lot together.
But that's when I was in the army.
And now?
I'm not in the army.
Barely talk to your brother for years.
Fall out of touch with your army buddies.
How do you let go of people so easily?
It's not healthy.
You're one to talk.
Move on, Finlay.
I've seen trees lose rings faster than you.
My wife's dead.
She died, and I can't stop wearing the ring.
That's not what you told me.
All I told you was her name was Sharon.
Never said you were right about us being divorced.
Well, why didn't you correct me?
I don't correct anyone.
I don't need anyone's pity.
Everyone just assumes, a man like me,
grumpy, set in his ways...
Pain in the ass.
Pain in the butt.
They just figure she walked out on me.
Is that why you left Boston?
You try living in a city where every place you look's a memory
of the love of your life.
Every restaurant, every stop on the T,
all a kick in the gut.
A reminder of how I failed her.
Is that what you tell yourself?
I promised her I'd move heaven and earth
to make sure she got better.
Now I pay a mobile bill each month,
so I can hear her on the voice mail.
So, you're living above a smoke shop
when you're trying to quit smoking?
Wearing a tweed suit in Georgia in the summer?
Taking a job in the middle of nowhere?
It's all some kind of penance
for you not being able to save your wife?
Something like that.
Well, that's stupid.
And if you really think that, you're stupid.
Fuck you.
I like it when you curse. You should do that more often.
Double fuck you twice.
Something's happening.
Kliner was murdered less than 24 hours ago,
now his nephew's out making deliveries?
Counterfeit reserves are running low
thanks to the coast guard blockade.
Tensions are up.
Buyer wants their counterfeit cash.
That truck could be full of it.
Let's find out.
Oh, my goodness. It's almost midnight already.
You two, brush your teeth
and maybe we can play another game.
Another game?
Don't they get tired?
Yeah, I mean, I try to keep 'em up.
They go to asleep, the nightmares start.
They miss their dad.
I used to get nightmares.
I, uh...
I lost my dad when I was a kid, too.
Him and my mom, both.
God, what happened?
It was a car accident.
I was in the back. It was a miracle I survived.
That's awful.
After, when I was in the hospital,
my, uh, my meemaw would read me Harry Potter.
'Cause Harry gets told that his parents died in a car accident,
but really they're wizards who died trying to save him
and make the world a better place, so...
I'd lie to myself and pretend that my parents were wizards
who died trying to do those same things.
And you wanted to be like them.
Is that why you became a cop?
That was the idea.
You know, they're gonna be okay.
Kids are resilient.
And they are lucky to have you.
Thank you.
What's going on?
What do you see?
Fuck.
Get the girls' shoes on and wait by the cellar door.
You hear me yell,
you take off for the woods and don't stop running.
And... we're in Tennessee.
Guy hasn't taken so much as a bathroom break.
Hey, drive back, you're getting too close.
I'm fine.
You have to hang back further than a normal tail.
My distance is perfect.
You're a giraffe in a Grand Caravan. Drop back.
You know how many times I've tailed someone?
I've been watching you for hours,
and based on how you've been doing it,
I'd say not that many times.
Just sit there and wear your suit.
Here's T-Bone Walker with "Goin' to Chicago Blues."
Come on. I can't take another blues song.
This is T-Bone Walker.
Founding father of one of the most unique
African American art forms.
I thought T-Bone was white. You sure he was Black?
T-Bone Burnett was white. Walker was Black.
Come on, Finlay.
There's got to be something else.
Let's see what they got here.
No. No.
Here we go.
Best opening to any rock song ever.
What are you... What are you doing?
Got to say, white guys don't get their due.
They can rock out.
He's changing lanes. Exit up ahead.
On it.
Shit.
Run!
Over here.
Over here. Over here.
Get down to the brush. Hide.
Okay. I'm gonna lure them away.
- No. - Yes. Do it.
There's a fire road not too far east from here.
- Meet me at the first mile marker you come to. Hide. - Okay.
Don't move.
Long drive, emotional day.
He'll be asleep within two minutes.
What about that guy?
What am I, an eagle?
Half asleep.
His monitor's blocking his view to the parking lot anyway.
Let's do this.
Keep lookout. I'll pick the lock.
Rolling up that door will make a racket.
I got a better idea.
- What are you gonna do? - Tops of these trucks are made
with thin vinyl to reduce the weight.
Keep it down.
Reacher.
Reacher.
What?
I'll call Tennessee authorities,
- have this thing impounded within the hour. - No point.
Truck's empty.
If you have any idea what's going on,
feel free to share.
We got it wrong.
He wasn't shipping money out.
Well, what is he doing?
Besides driving around for hours to deliver nothing.
I don't know, but Joe did.
Joe can't help us now, Reacher.
So we talk to the people who were helping Joe.
The professors.
They're unreachable.
Not anymore. Should've landed a few hours ago.
How did you know that? You didn't even
look at your watch.
It's predawn, so...
Guess we'll just leave a message.
- Hopefully somebody... - Hello?
Oh, hey. Sorry.
Was looking for William Bryant?
Uh, who is this?
A former student, looking to reconnect.
I'm so sorry.
I honestly don't even know how to say this, he...
Professor Bryant was killed this morning.
What happened?
He was mugged.
Got back from a late flight,
took his dog for a walk, and...
I'm his assistant.
I was here working on a paper through the night.
And now I'm sitting here numb since I heard the news.
I'm sorry. My condolences.
Thank you. I have to go.
They got to him fast.
Let's hope they didn't get to both.
It's 5:00 a.m. This better be good.
Professor Castillo?
Yes.
This is Jack Reacher.
You were working with my brother Joe.
I'm coming to New York.
Now do everything I'm about to tell you
if you still want to be alive by the time I get there.
Charlie?
Charlie?
It's safe.
They won't be coming after us.
Thank you.
Girls.
Girls, come on. It's okay.
It's okay. She twisted her ankle.
Come on.
The bad news is we got to keep walking.
I'm gonna call Picard, have him meet us at a diner
I saw on my way in. It's a few miles up the road,
but it's gonna be safer in public.
We'll hike through the tree line, stay hidden.
You rolled that ankle good, didn't you?
Tell you what...
All aboard the Conklin Express.
You okay?
Ready? One, two, three.
Get up there. Good job.
Okay.
Who's tougher than the Hubble ladies?
Nobody.
That is damn right.
Let's move.
Okay. Come on.
Watch your head.
Yeah, probably wouldn't have gotten this past TSA.
If you reach out to Picard, see how everyone's holding up.
Roscoe's tough.
I'm sure she's fine.
Here. Just keep that there.
Okay.
They're out cold.
It's, uh, it's fear more than exertion.
Adrenaline like that knocks you right out.
I don't know how we got here.
We aren't bad people.
I know that.
Charlie...
I have to tell you something.
You've been manipulated.
Paul left his job at Axis Financial over a year ago.
He hasn't been working at the bank ever since then.
Everything he told you...
was a lie.
Whatever's going on...
...he was involved.
I have known...
exactly where my husband has been working,
and not working, every day of his life.
You said you didn't know anything.
I was protecting my family.
But since we were just shot at in a forest,
I'd say that ship has sailed.
Do you want to hear how our lives were ruined,
Officer Conklin?
Considering I was shot at, too, I think I'm owed that courtesy.
Mr. Kliner wanted to meet Paul.
Paul was excited.
Kliner's an important man.
Sit.
Paul.
My business deals almost exclusively in manufacturing.
Consequently, I deal with suppliers and vendors
who offer me favorable terms if I can operate in cash.
It's all legal and aboveboard on my end.
Now, whether those guys declare what I pay them...
well, that's between them and the IRS.
Okay, I-I still don't see
how someone like me can help your company.
I need expertise moving hard currency around
as a way to ensure those favorable terms.
Well, word around town is that you've been interviewing
for positions at other institutions.
I would love to throw Kliner Industries' hat in the ring.
That's incredibly flattering.
I've-I've really only worked in traditional finance, though.
Um, you know, for banks.
Yeah. I understand your hesitation.
It's something new, unexplored.
That's what makes life exciting, right?
Yes.
So...
This is what I'm thinking.
I got a big client in Venezuela.
Why don't you come down with me next week.
Check out his operation, see how things work.
Corporate culture, all that.
See if this is a line of work that might be up your alley.
I'll pay you generously for your time.
Two weeks' pay...
...one day's work.
Paul never should have gone to Venezuela.
So...
How was lunch?
I'm a sucker for plantains.
Me, too.
I got to watch myself around those things.
- And the work? - Good.
Uh, I mean, your client's needs are significant,
but, uh, I think I put a dent in it.
- May I? - Of course.
You were able to move that much currency in just a few hours?
You sure this was all legal?
A hundred percent.
I'm just real good at my job.
That's for damn sure.
Can you send those, uh, transfer confirmations to me?
Of course.
Done.
Look, Paul.
I want you at my company.
I need you at my company.
And I don't want to waste time and I don't want to negotiate.
I'll pay you four times your current salary
plus a 50% year-end kicker.
But before the ink can dry on this,
you know, my client wants to meet you.
It's about a half mile walk to his horse farm.
Come on, it's beautiful country.
It'll be good to stretch your legs.
Let's do it.
- You like horses, Paul? - I do.
Are these all racehorses?
Mostly retired.
They're just here to eat, sleep and...
well, fuck out new champions.
Yeah.
- Not a bad life. - Oh, they love it.
But not at first.
No, these are animals that are used to running
as hard and as fast as they can,
racing and training and training and racing.
And then, one day, they're locked in a stall,
and they revolt.
They bite. They gnaw at the gate.
They slam against the walls trying to break 'em down.
And then, one day...
they just stop.
They just stop.
- You want to know why? - Okay.
Because they accept that they're trapped.
They know there's nothing they can do to escape their fate.
And they realize that their new life isn't that bad.
You know why I'm telling you this?
No.
That money that you moved today,
you may have tried to do everything legally,
but that was an impossible task,
because every cent of every dollar was tied
to an international counterfeiting scheme
of which you are now part.
I'm able to pay you so far above market value,
because, frankly, I'm my own printing press.
You're-you're kidding.
This is a joke.
This is as serious a situation as you've ever been in, Paul.
You helped me launder millions in illegal tender,
and then you sent me the evidence.
I have your email, your IP address,
your work product.
You are in this now.
I know what you're thinking.
You want to run,
just like all the horses in here want to run.
Go tell the cops.
Have your wife wire you money.
Find a private plane out of here and back to the U.S.
where everything's safe.
Let me tell you something.
No place is safe.
You tell anyone,
you're looking at 30 years minimum
for what you did today.
I-I can't...
- I can't do this. - Can't do what?
Can't get rich beyond your wildest dreams
for just banging away on your laptop?
Well, here's the deal.
I'm gonna do you a favor.
I'm going to protect you from yourself.
I'm gonna leave you in here for a while,
so that you don't run off and do anything stupid.
And when that fear is out of your system,
I think you're gonna find
that not only can you do it, you'll want to do it.
In the meantime, Paul...
...don't gnaw at the gate.
- Wh-What's going on?! - Come here.
Please, please. Please help me.
No. No.
He wouldn't listen to Mr. Kliner.
This, this is what happens to you and your family
if you don't do what you are told.
No, no, no!
- No, no. - No!
You see a man...
...crucified and castrated in front of you,
you do what you're told.
Paul did what he was told, and they killed him anyway.
I can't let them be next.
I will not let that happen.
Let's go.
Okay, come on.
Come on, girls.
- What the hell happened? - They found us.
- How? - No idea.
I took care of it.
Okay. Well, we can't take any more chances.
I'll be with you until we can figure out what to do next.
Okay.
Yes, sir.
Up ahead on the left.
Okay.
- Can I help you? - I need a suit.
I don't know I have enough fabric.
I don't have time for jokes. I need something now.
A football player on the Giants,
he never pick up a custom job.
You want a pocket square?
Okay.
Yeah, we got a problem.
The guy'll be out by tomorrow anyway.
I know.
August 26...
May I help you, sir?
I'm here to see my client, Stephanie Castillo.
I believe she's under your protection.
Yeah, what exactly is going on with her?
She just insisted we take her here in,
something about a murder, how she's in danger.
Now she won't say anything to us.
I promise, Sergeant Diaz,
I'll fill you in after she and I speak.
You have my word.
All right. Follow me.
Right this way.
Wow, there really was something
in the water at that Reacher house, huh?
My condolences for the death of your Princeton colleague.
Thank you.
My condolences for the death of your brother.
How did you and Joe know each other?
Um...
We collaborated over the last few years.
He was brilliant,
and he also knew what he didn't know,
which made him even smarter.
His job would require my expertise from time to time.
- International and domestic monetary policy. - Yeah.
But Joe contacted me and Professor Bryant
for a specialty that we don't advertise.
We were the only two academics in the U.S. specializing
in the theoretical effects of MUC...
Mass Undetectable Counterfeiting...
On a global economic scale.
Is that a big problem these days?
Yeah, it's bigger than you might think.
Do you know that 80% of existing U.S. currency
is in hundred-dollar bills?
I mean, I-I don't know about you,
but 80% of the money that I see every day,
it's not C-notes.
So, where's all that cash?
Abroad.
Underground economies.
Drugs. Arms. Human trafficking.
Not exactly credit card friendly,
but they all have a denomination of choice.
The American hundred-dollar bill.
We have the most stable currency on the planet.
It acts as a reserve against all others.
Nobody's in the market for a fake Ugandan shilling.
The U.S. hundred is the Holy Grail of counterfeiters.
Now, if a fake is good enough, it's called a superbill.
North Korean government has an entire department
devoted to creating one.
But if it's that stable,
it must be difficult to replicate.
Yeah, well, there are security features.
Strips, holograms, specific dyes.
But all of that, if someone is determined and talented enough,
all of it can be replicated.
The key is the paper.
Now, Joe, he made it impossible to get that paper.
Made it so that only one company in the U.S.
has statutory authority to manufacture paper
for the U.S. Mint,
and that location is locked down tighter than Fort Knox.
However,
Joe discovered superbills were
being manufactured somehow anyway.
He thought it was taking place somewhere in Georgia.
Made in Georgia?
Like Coca-Cola and peanuts.
What is it?
My partners and I...
we had the system backwards.
They're not making money in Venezuela
and shipping out to the U.S.
They're making money in the U.S. and shipping out to Venezuela.
I have to go.
I didn't realize it was Venezuela.
You find out where they're getting the paper to do it,
and you will stop whatever Joe was trying to stop.
You know you'll have to stay in police custody
until all of this is dealt with.
It's for your safety.
I understand.
How are you gonna take down whoever's doing this?
Painfully.
What branch of the military were you in?
Your shoes are tied with a ladder lace.
Pants, military hem.
Cuff sleeves extended exactly to the center
of your wrist bone.
Army. First Lieutenant.
Major Jack Reacher.
110th Special Investigations, retired.
- Nice to meet you, sir. - I need your help, Lieutenant.
I'm not a lawyer.
I'm just trying to do the right thing.
Two federal agents, multiple cops,
and several civilians are dead.
I'm working the case privately with a police force down south.
My brother, Joe Reacher,
worked in the Secret Service. You can look him up.
You can look me up, too, check my record.
You'll see I'm not one to waste time or make up stories.
That woman in there is in danger.
I need you to make sure she's protected
until you get a phone call from me and only me.
It needs to be off the books, it needs to be quiet.
I can count on you, Diaz?
Sir, yes, sir.
- Oh. - Whoa.
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