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Previously on Reacher...

I got your message.

110th, 10-30. A distress call.

Calvin Franz was murdered.

If he was calling you for help, he may have been

trying to get in touch with the rest of the unit.

I called O'Donnell, Dixon,

Sanchez and Orozco. No one's answering.

I paid off the concierge. He I.D.'d Neagley as checking in.

Just keep an eye on that hotel and them.

No one will really know who you are.

But you know.

Hey, O'Donnell.

Hey, Neagley.

Just a list of names,

all starting with the initials "A.M."

I just got page after page

of random numbers. No order, no meaning. Nothing.

At least to us, for now.

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking there's someone hell-bent

on taking out the special investigators.

And they're coming after us.

Good.

So, if someone's coming after the 110,

how come they haven't made a run at the three of us yet?

You were in the woods with your family,

no one can ever find me and maybe they just

hadn't gotten around to Neagley yet.

They were in our hotel rooms,

maybe to grab us or take us out,

but then had to bail for some reason.

We need to try again to warn the others.

I'll call Sanchez and Orozco.

I got Dixon.

There's a black sedan across the street,

couple houses down. Same one as yesterday.

Guess you were right.

We're being followed. How you want to play this?

I'm gonna go introduce myself.

Look at this fucking beaut.

What's he think he's gonna do?

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Fucking nose, man.

Gun!

Just like the good old days.

Yeah, you on the sidelines while I do all the work.

Uh, fellas, this was his gun.

NYPD?

Name's Gaitano Russo.

Don't look at me. You did all the work.

Baby, oh, baby

Boogaloo down Broadway

Broadway, yeah

Funky Broadway

Baby, oh, baby

Got to say, man. Major screwup.

Soon as Russo wakes up,

the entire NYPD's gonna be after your ass.

Why'd you got to hit him so hard, huh?

I don't hit soft.

Well, a cop puncher's gonna do some serious time.

I was pissed about the dog, and I assumed

he was involved in killing Franzy and Swan.

What did you teach us?

"In an investigation, assumptions kill."

No, it was "In an investigation, details matter".

I didn't kill him, just broke his nose.

He'll be fine when he wakes up.

Shit. Gaitano Russo.

Guy Russo. He's the investigating officer

in Franz's homicide. I saw it in the files.

And how'd he get on your tail?

NYPD saw the calls Franz made to you,

flagged your name, got an alert

when you bought the plane tickets,

been on you since you landed.

Question is "why?"

Question is "where?"

As in, where do we hide a six-foot-five felon

so you don't wind up in the pokey.

I'm not leaving. The case is here.

Maybe not.

When I called Sanchez and Orozco's office,

voice mail was full. That's a bad sign.

So it might not be a bad time to get out of Dodge,

considering Cocky Balboa here just knocked out a lawman.

Fine. We'll head down to Atlantic City,

see if we can find the guys.

First we got to check out of our hotel

and find a more generic ride

before Russo regains consciousness

and puts out a BOLO. Range Rover's too conspicuous.

You're the reason we can't have nice things.

Wait, I don't understand. Was it a car accident?

No, he just kicked the car.

Well, then how the hell did the airbag go off?

He kicked the car,

then he pulled the cop out and he knocked

his dick in the dirt.

I'm telling you, this guy's a beast.

When the time comes, I'm gonna need some backup.

And you'll get it.

But for now, you just stay on their asses,

and don't fuck this up.

Understood.

Short-term airport parking only in Lot 1.

Short-term airport parking only in Lot 1.

There's a 2019 Accord for sale up in Tremont

for way under market value. Cash-only deal.

One of the most stolen makes and models

for sale in the Bronx, and the guy wants no paperwork?

We sit in that thing, we burn our asses.

We don't have a choice. We're flagged in the system.

We can't rent anything under our names.

Well, we drive around in a stolen vehicle,

we risk getting pinched.

I've got our solution.

How was your undercover job?

Reacher.

How'd you know I was undercover?

Considering the circumstances, you would've come right away.

But you didn't, which can only mean

you didn't get our messages until recently.

But if you were on vacation,

you would've checked in with your office periodically.

So you had to be working undercover, deep undercover,

where frequent check-ins aren't always possible.

Same old Reacher.

Corporate embezzlement case.

Stuck in Texas so long, I started to think

I actually liked cowboy boots and high school football.

Still got your fake ID with you?

- Yeah. - Good.

Use it to rent the car.

What's with all the secrecy?

Neagley, O'Donnell and I have been flagged in the system.

And I punched out a cop.

Of course you did.

So... Franz.

Yeah. And Swan,

most likely.

Sanchez and Orozco are MIA, too.

Okay.

Okay, so we take care of business.

You do not mess with the special investigators.

Next.

Make sure you get an...

SUV. I know. You need the headroom.

Good. Glad to see you're still here.

Feel like I'm never gonna leave.

If it's reported at any Army base anywhere in the world,

no matter how minor the infraction,

we're copied on it.

Well, anything jump out at you?

Yeah, a rat the size of a honeydew about 20 minutes ago.

- Seriously? - Yeah.

It's back in those boxes somewhere.

Gross. Well, speaking of rats,

I think I smell one.

A commanding officer at a base in Afghanistan

thinks someone's stealing aviation fuel.

Siphoning off gas to resell it on the side?

Not exactly the kind of priority case

the Army wants us taking on.

Right, but see, I don't think anybody's stealing

and reselling anything. Take a look at these numbers.

They always tell a story.

See, I noticed that every time fuel went missing

from the base, it was always after a specific flight.

Whenever C-17s ferried Humvees back home to the States.

I mean, it's a minor detail,

but in an investigation, details matter.

I like that.

I'm gonna use it.

What's mine is yours.

So...

you have a theory?

Yeah. There's been no indication of black market fuel sales

anywhere on or around the base,

so how does all that fuel go missing?

Best way to make gas disappear is to burn it up.

Exactly. Now, Neagley's got the bulk fuel experience

and she thinks all the Humvee flights

are intentionally being over-fueled.

But, when those planes land,

the amount of fuel in the tanks

is exactly what's expected,

and that gets logged into the books.

So, how does that happen?

The excess fuel is being used to transport more weight

than people realize is on the plane.

- Yeah. - Something heavy

and secret is being moved.

Mm-hmm. Exactly. Contraband in the Humvees.

Drugs, guns, stolen cash, all of the above.

Good work, Dixon.

You just found a case worthy of our attention.

I don't know about you,

but all this sleuthing's made me thirsty.

Want to go celebrate?

You can buy me a drink.

I got to keep working on these reports.

Maybe next time.

Yeah.

But again,

excellent work, Dixon.

Yeah. No problem.

Like I said, numbers always tell the story.

Best thing you ever had

Make up your mind

Decide to walk with me

Around the lake tonight

Around...

So, the numbers telling you

a story?

Yeah, and it's a David Lynch film.

It's totally incomprehensible.

I mean, if these are supposed to be fractions,

then it's sloppy work.

Some of them aren't even reduced.

I noticed that, too.

Maybe the numbers represent hard quantities.

Like, eight out of ten somethings,

and not just four-fifths of something?

Maybe.

Yeah, maybe.

Beyond that, two things stick out.

None of these are 100%, meaning

there's no nine out of nine or ten out of ten,

and the first four pages have 26 numbers,

the fifth has 27 and the last two have 26 again.

Could be an accident.

Just the way the information's spaced.

No, seems deliberate to me. None of these pages are full.

What about the list of A.M. names?

Means nothing to me. I agree with you guys.

It's got to be an alias.

Maybe it's someone with a grudge against the 110th?

We've arrested a lot of people.

What about James Barr?

I mean, that guy's got the skills and a screw loose.

Barr's a shooter. Can't picture him

throwing someone out of a helicopter.

Plus, I ran into him in Indiana last year.

He owes me now.

I don't want to know.

Pine Barrens.

About a million lonely acres.

A lot like the spot Upstate New York

where they found Franz.

They left his broken body out there to rot.

For all we know, Swan's out there, too.

And Sanchez. And Orozco.

Forever

There's no blues station?

Bro, we're in Jersey.

It's from my phone.

Franz used to blast this at HQ all the time

when you weren't around.

I will treat you well

Leave it.

My sweet angel

So help me, Jesus

They rented a car under a fake name,

but it's, uh, it's Karla Dixon.

She's with them now.

They're headed towards Atlantic City,

probably gonna try to find their missing buddies.

Good. All in the same place at once.

When you get there, take them out.

Copy that.

You remember what I said about needing backup?

I know some local talent.

Well, bring in whoever you need.

We'll cover the tab.

I just want them dead by tomorrow.

You hear me?

Fucking dead.

Just like Franz's office.

And our hotel rooms.

You said they hadn't trashed Swan's place.

Yup.

Add that to the list of things

that must mean something.

You guys ever know Orozco to go anywhere

without his lighter?

Better days.

Am I the only one of us that doesn't have this photo?

- Got mine. - Got mine.

On my bookshelf.

Hard to hang a picture on your wall when you don't have walls.

We're wasting our time here.

Agreed. We have what the killers want,

and anything worth finding, they already got.

Where to next?

A bar.

Look at these photos of Sanchez and this woman.

Who under 50 frames photos?

We do.

Other than the 110th, how many photos you have at your house?

Not many.

But she's framed, so she's important.

We're going to the Lucky Lounge.

No. You two stay here.

You both look like cops.

What do you two look like?

Lady and the Tramp.

Hey.

This woman working today?

Who are you?

Friends of Jorge Sanchez.

Hey, Dulls.

These guys say they're friends of Sanchez,

want to talk to Milena.

Take them back to the office. She's doing the books.

Down by the courthouse steps

With a kiss upon the lips

But now that providence has left the table

We're stuck with the check

Well, there ain't no time to beg or borrow

Well, there ain't no time for playing around

Milena.

Well, I'm moving on to higher ground

Take your shit and get out of here, now.

I get that he's a different kind of guy,

but our commanding officer buys used underwear.

Isn't that the girl from the photo?

Oh, shit.

Hey!

This is as far as we're going.

What's going on, fellas?

You guys are gonna stop coming around here

and messing with our friends.

Look, pal, you somehow got...

Don't touch me!

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Move your ass.

I'm done, I'm done.

Well, it's a good thing

O'Donnell and I didn't go in.

Something could've gone wrong.

You making friends, big fella?

I'm so sorry. I never would've run

if I'd known who you were.

I should've recognized you from Jorge's photos.

My guys were just looking out for me.

Scary dude came in here asking for her about a week ago.

Said he was working with Sanchez and Orozco

on some big security job.

Broad-shouldered bald guy?

No. He had hair.

Scar down his cheek.

He wanted to know if Sanchez had left

any kind of digital storage device

with me. I-I had no idea

what he was talking about.

I got a bad vibe off the guy,

so soon as he left, I called Jorge.

He didn't answer.

They've gone dark before, part of the job,

but this... feels different.

Then you come in, claiming to know Sanchez,

looking like the kind of people somebody'd hire

to rough someone up. No offense.

Assumed you were bad news.

Do you know if Sanchez

and Orozco had any recent contact

with Calvin Franz or Tony Swan?

Actually, yeah. He was here a couple weeks ago.

They hadn't seen each other in forever.

I took a picture of them.

They were working a case together.

Sanchez told you that?

Yeah.

What was it?

He didn't mention details.

Was Swan involved?

He didn't come down to A.C.,

but I heard them mention his name.

You tried asking Franz about this?

- We can't. - Why not?

Someone threw him out of a helicopter.

Oh, my God.

You think Jorge and Manuel are dead, too?

We don't know yet.

If they're alive, we'll find them,

but we need your help.

Is there anything else you can recall

that you haven't told us?

Um...

I don't know.

Last time I saw Jorge,

he was sitting on that stool right there.

He got a call.

Seemed important.

He say anything?

Kind of. He-he repeated a couple of numbers,

kind of like he was surprised by them,

or-or worried, maybe.

Then he said he was going out for a while,

and he never came back.

Do you remember the numbers?

Yeah. He said,

"650 at 100k each."

No idea what he meant by that.

You're sure that's what he said?

I'm positive. He said, "650 at 100k,"

he kissed me on the cheek

and he ran out that door.

You remember the last words someone you love said to you.

Oh, darling

I need you close to me

We've got the numbers, we've got the New York plates.

Maybe this isn't about someone with a grudge against the 110th.

If you haven't noticed, it's pretty likely

four of us have already been killed already.

Milena said Franz was here a couple weeks ago.

If the guys were onto something

that made them think we were all in danger,

they would've called then, not weeks later.

650 at 100k, we're talking 65 million bucks.

That's a lot of black chips.

Most places. Not here.

Atlantic City casinos rake in, what?

Gross gaming revenue's got to be a couple billion a year, easy.

65 million, if taken carefully,

over time, could go unnoticed for a while.

Not that long.

Not with casino accountants watching the take like hawks.

But could the bad guys hide it in the margins

long enough to get away with it

before the calculator crew catches on?

Sanchez and Orozco do freelance casino security.

I mean, maybe it all started with them.

They stumbled onto something big, they needed help...

So they reached out to Franz... maybe Swan.

Guess this whole thing could be tied to gaming.

I'm Ellie, I'll be your server.

What can I get you?

The casino's director of security.

Now, please.

So, you're the 110th.

What's left of us.

Sanchez and Orozco talk about you guys all the time.

Please.

So, you knew them well?

Uh, yeah. They would do background checks

for all the casinos on the boardwalk.

Hold on. Uh, you just said "knew them."

Past tense.

We have reason to believe they might be dead.

Oh, shit.

I-I just saw them,

uh, while I was picking up lunch at White House Subs last month.

How can I help?

These numbers mean anything to you?

Not offhand.

What about the phrase, "650 at 100k each"?

No. Uh, what's this all about?

We think Sanchez and Orozco

may have been looking into a $65 million gambling scam.

Okay. Uh, well, in that case,

your "650" could be rigged slot machines

or fixed hands of poker, but at 100k per hand,

that'd be incredibly high stakes.

And I can tell you right now, our books are on mark.

All right? We're not missing a penny.

What about your competitors?

You know, I can... I can ask around,

see if anyone knew what Sanchez and Orozco were working on.

That might narrow it down for you.

While you're at it, run these names,

see if any of them are registered at a hotel in town.

Uh... you know, this-this might take a few hours.

Where are you guys staying?

Don't know yet.

Well, then, please, allow me.

Not necessary.

No, no. Any friends of Sanchez and Orozco.

Well, it looks like

all we have available is a suite.

I guess that'll have to do.

Come on, I'll get you guys settled in.

We'll be fine at a motel.

Reacher, when someone offers

to comp you a suite, just say yes.

Yeah. We'll have them send you up a park bench to sleep on.

You'll feel right at home.

What was that about a motel, Reacher?

Whoa. I bet this place has a spa.

I'm gonna take a schvitz.

Ooh. Dibs on the ocean view.

Just waiting for you to tell me it's time

I've been keeping my head well-trained

Watching truth come grain by grain

Just once I want to hear that something is mine

Oh, tell me it's time

Time, time

Tell me it's time

Time, time

O'Donnell and Neagley found the bar.

It's fully stocked. Not for long.

You unpacked?

Yup.

I haven't been in a hotel

that wasn't advertised as "family friendly" in years.

I still can't believe

David O'Donnell procreated.

On purpose, anyway.

Yeah, I seem to remember someone bragging

that the only people that would call you Daddy

were the women you slept with.

I still sleep with people who call me Daddy.

Sometimes all three of them if it's thundering outside.

You'll find out soon enough, Dixon.

You're pregnant?

What? No. Shit no.

No, she's engaged.

What, you didn't know?

Someone finally lassoed our little filly.

No, I, um, didn't...

Yeah. Well, about that,

you guys can, uh, unsave the date.

Fuck. Seriously?

Yeah, I mean, you know me. I've always been a numbers gal,

always had a life plan.

Plan said to get married at a certain age, certain year.

And then one day, I see text messages on his phone.

It says, "Hey, sweetheart, can't wait to see you Friday.

I miss you." And all of that.

No. No one steps out on Dixon.

Not even him, apparently.

Text messages were from his niece

who was visiting.

But I realized

that when I thought he was cheating,

I was, uh...

I was relieved.

I mean, he's a decent man.

I... I don't know, if you're gonna spend

the rest of your life with somebody, don't you want to

feel something more than comfort?

I mean, don't you want to feel excitement,

a little jolt of something

when you see him?

Anyways, you know, for a moment

I thought I was gonna get out of it with no mess and no guilt,

but instead, I got out of it with...

A lot of mess and a whole lot of guilt.

Bingo.

Good for you.

Karla Dixon doesn't settle.

Thank you.

That's actually why I took the undercover job.

Take a little time away from it all.

Explain to me how undercover work

and forensic accounting go together?

Well, um, CEO embezzling millions

from a company down in Texas,

where everybody's packing some kind of heat,

and he was the kind of guy to use it if cornered,

so got a little intrigue along with the number-crunching.

All right. And what about you, Neagley?

Every time I check my LinkedIn,

you're getting promoted again.

I'm having fun.

On big cases, running a team now.

Trying to land this huge software company as a client.

I pull it off, I get a taste of that fat contract.

Making it rain.

No choice.

I really want to get my dad on round-the-clock nursing care

and rent him a nice place closer to me, but that takes capital.

Why rent? Buy and build equity.

Get a condo.

Co-ops are fucking banana republics.

Yeah.

What about you, big dog?

Being awfully quiet over there.

Home ownership is like keeping snakes as pets

or ballroom dancing competitions.

Fine, if that's what you're into.

I just don't see the appeal.

Or the appeal of a steady job.

Corporate world doesn't seem that different

from the Army, and that always felt a little like a cage.

Just didn't know anything else.

Then one day I was in a bar, and someone plays Howlin' Wolf

singing about trains going by in the night.

That sounded like real freedom to me.

Are you jumping on freight trains like Boxcar Willie?

Sometimes.

Mostly I take buses or hitchhike.

What kind of lunatic

is picking up the world's biggest drifter?

They can be interesting.

Where do you eat?

I steal pie off windowsills.

I'm being serious.

Diners. Sometimes people who pick me up

share a meal with me.

Sometimes I share with them.

Where do you sleep?

Cheap motels mostly.

And what if you can't find one?

Unattended boats in marinas are good for a night.

Flatbeds of parked trucks.

Had a great night's sleep in a hammock

I spotted in some guy's backyard once

till the sprinklers went off.

Good God, man.

All you need is a stick and a bindle.

Too much luggage.

Any more questions?

Yeah,

just one.

Don't you ever get lonely?

Looks like someone took the sign

as a personal challenge.

Doreen, I'm just warming up.

If you liked the dinner,

make sure to try Neptune's breakfast buffet.

Every day, starting at 6:00 a.m.

Thank you.

Looks like I'm not the only one who couldn't sleep.

Numbers relax me.

Figured if I was gonna do math,

I might as well make some walking-around money.

- Stand. - Ma'am, you're showing ten

and eight on two of your hands.

That's right. And I could double down

and risk it all for a potentially

larger payout.

Or I could stand and have a guaranteed win

because the next card out of that shoe is gonna bust you.

My grandmother always said, pigs get fat,

hogs get slaughtered.

She's no hog.

I'm no hog,

so I'm gonna stand.

As you wish. 15...

Too many.

Congratulations, ma'am.

You're having a very lucky night.

Maybe you'd like to celebrate with a concert on us?

Thank you.

Ladies of the '80s. Debbie Gibson, Tiffany,

and Taylor Dane performing their biggest hits.

If you hurry, you can actually catch the second half.

But I'm having fun.

Ma'am, we know you're counting cards.

Which isn't illegal if you do it in your head.

But seeing that your chief of security

was kind enough to comp us a suite,

I'll cut you some slack.

Want to use those muscles

and help me carry these to the cashier window?

And you can give these tickets

to the guy in the Members Only jacket.

He looks like he would enjoy some '80s ladies.

Thanks for coming with.

Late-night walks always clear my head,

and after the text I got from Neagley about Franz,

my head's been kind of cloudy, you know?

Yeah.

I'm surprised you can walk at all

with all the casino's money in your pockets.

Can I assume the forensic accountant's

gonna declare that cash on her taxes?

Those crooks?

If there's anybody I could audit...

Actually, it's kind of my dream job.

Current gig doesn't give you your auditing fix?

No, I'm just busting millionaires

from stealing from billionaires.

What I really want to do

is go after government corruption and waste.

Oh, you used to work for Uncle Sam.

You know what I'm talking about.

$600 toilet seats.

Exactly. I mean, if tax money was spent efficiently,

honestly, we could fix roads and bridges and schools.

Like, we could help people who actually need help.

We could make a difference.

You should do it.

Yeah. Well, I looked into

starting my own nonprofit watchdog group,

but start-up costs are prohibitive.

First step's always the hardest.

Yeah.

Is that why, back in the day,

you and I never happened?

First steps were the hardest?

How much did you drink back at the hotel room?

Enough to ask you that question.

I mean, come on, Reacher.

It's not like I didn't drop any hints.

I was your boss. It wouldn't have been right.

Wow. Well, I waited years for that answer,

and it's pure Reacher.

Direct, honest and well-reasoned.

So, can I ask you another question?

What do you want to do about

the two guys that are following us?

When'd you spot them?

Ooh, when we left the casino.

Figure they saw us cashing out

and now they're gonna try to rob us.

That's what I thought, too.

But see that car

parked up the street with the New York dealer tags?

Yeah.

Pretty sure it was behind us on the expressway

when we came into town.

Also, pretty sure when we walk by it,

a man with a gun will step out.

Then, when we turn to run,

the guys behind us won't be so far behind anymore.

So what's the plan?

We're not gonna walk by that car.

On my "go," over the fence.

Go.

Fuck.

Go, go.

Okay, there's got to be a warrant out for you

in New York for hitting that cop.

We open fire in a residential area,

cops get called, you get locked up.

Let's do this without guns.

Looks like they have the same idea.

Need help with yours?

I'll manage.

Aah!

Aah!

Damn, Reacher. When we were kids,

we just wrote our names in it.

It's the Members Only jacket guy from

the casino.

Oh, shit.

If they went after us, they might go after

Neagley and O'Donnell, too.

No, they waited

until we were off the boardwalk to make their move.

They're not gonna go into a busy hotel

with cameras everywhere.

No I.D.

Let's search this asshole's car.

Looks like someone did their homework.

Phone.

Is it done?

Not in the way you expected.

You're fucking with the wrong guy, Reacher.

You should know that this doesn't end well for you.

Then why are you the one that sounds scared?

Think I got his attention.

Should we trace the number?

This is a burner.

Guy on the other end will be using a burner, too.

Dealer tags are most likely ghost plates,

VIN's been scratched off.

Nothing to I.D. any of them.

These guys are pros.

We should've left one of them alive.

Yeah, but they didn't give us much of a choice, did they?

Maybe not. Now we have nothing to go on.

Not necessarily.

Parking lot pass.

"New Age Technologies."

- Yeah. - Stamped yesterday morning.

I think it's what you call a clue.

Now what are we gonna do about those bodies?

I have an idea.

I'm thirsty. Want to get a beer?

Anything on New Age?

Yeah, looks like New Age

is an aerospace company.

Any ties to Atlantic City?

Not that I can see.

Headquarters are based in New York.

Looks like a piece of shrapnel bit me.

I didn't notice with all the adrenaline pumping.

Barely winged you.

Here.

What you doing?

What my mom used to do when the alcohol stung.

Mm. You know, you're probably just

blowing germs into it.

Probably.

But it feels good.

Thanks.

Welcome.

You know, Reacher,

it's perfectly normal to be lonely sometimes.

Anyone living their life the way you do would.

But you don't have to be lonely tonight.

And you're not my boss anymore.

There's no better time

To get a move on

A move on from you

Just you move on

All 650 will be in the truck.

You can track the shipment with the GPS locater

I paired to this.

There are at least two good ambush points

- marked on the route. - Excellent.

My men will take care of the rest.

And the weapons?

They'll all be used overseas? I was told that was the deal.

Absolutely.

And the, and the truck driver won't be harmed?

Of course.

I would never harm anyone.

Morning, Dixon.

We need to talk to you about what happened last night.

Oh, the whole hotel heard what happened last night.

Told you you were loud.

Found this in a car that followed us down

- from New York yesterday. - What happened

to the driver?

He won't be following us back.

Neither will his two friends.

Shit.

Who is it?

Wright.

Clear.

Come on in.

You, uh, you folks seem a little jumpy.

I mean, I don't blame you, given the circumstances.

And I hate to be the bearer of more bad news,

but when I was looking into things,

Atlantic City PD told me that two more bodies

have been discovered in Upstate New York,

near where they found your other friend.

Judging by the decomposition, they'd been there a while.

Got a copy of the police report for you.

Pretty easy to I.D. him with that.

When he joined the Army, his sister was terrified

he'd be killed with some disfiguring wounds.

She'd never know what happened to him.

Said his dog tags could be blown off.

To calm her down, he got his name and service number

tattooed across his back.

Looked ridiculous.

He didn't care.

He loved his sister.

I'm gonna have to call her.

I'll tell Milena about Jorge.

Their wounds match Franzy's.

Meaning he was tortured and tossed out of a helicopter.

Uh, one other thing.

Um, no one using any of the names you gave me

have checked into any of the hotels in town.

And I talked to my counterparts at the other casinos.

Orozco and Sanchez,

they weren't working on anything for any of them.

And when I told them about the $65 million gambling scam,

they pulled their overnight audits.

I did, too.

Everything is within acceptable loss margins.

No one has hit any of the casinos.

You don't have anything to worry about.

Bodies were found in New York,

car that followed us was from New York.

New York ghost tags, New York parking pass.

This has always been a New York case.

Where the hell are you going?

We're gonna need more guns.

I know a poem

About sailors and whores

About how only one of us started a war

This is tried and this is true

This fox runs long and this for runs true, hey

We were born by the desert, we were born by the sea

Life of man is short and that's okay with me

Broke my ankle in '85

This fox will run as long as he's still alive, hey

It's every prisoner's duty to try and escape

Except for prisoners of love accept their fate

Upon this rock I will build my heart

This fox will run long and this fox will run hard, hey

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