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Previously on Reacher.

The U.S. agreed to train their military
special forces, which were led by

General Reza Pucher. Pucher went after
people. The U.S. government sent a team

down there.

To deal with it. You know, this isn't
the first time Green's been caught up in

trouble. Now the kid's getting a high
hard one again, thanks to you. Guys,

this is Lieutenant Monty DeRosa. This
case is too goddamn big for the Mayfield

Police Department.

The feds will take over. They will box
me out. They have the resources to deal

with this guy. It is my family that they
murdered. I'm taking these animals in.

I'm going to hurt them like they hurt my
family.

That's not the person Anna and Ben love.

That person's as dead as they are.

Why are people dying over a photo of
you, Cahill, and Pooch? I don't know

what's special about that photograph.

Maybe the other guy in the photo does.
Jacob, take Plum to the library.

Use the public internet to find the
scientist in that photo.

No way. I'm going to that restaurant.

Plum's a civilian who needs protection,
and you're a cop.

I'm sorry. I should have listened.

Hand over the drive, Reacher.

That gash on your stomach will look like
a fucking paper cut compared to his

neck.

Or maybe she'll just shoot you.

Well, then she'll have to shoot through
him.

You don't want to be responsible for
wiping out an entire family.

Kill them tomorrow. Blow their fucking
brains out. I don't care if I die.

Give it up.

I pull out his windpipe.

Okay.

Put it on the ground.

Okay, good to me.

Come and get it.

Not the time for games, Reacher.

Give me the fucking drive!

Guys? Hello?

Hey, I have to totally bail on the
library.

I just weird feeling some dudes were
eyeballing me. I mean, could have been

homeless, or it could have been
assassins.

Shit.

Get down!

Hats off!

Where's the drive?

You won't need it.

I got it! Woo!

I'm out. Me too.

They got the drive.

Baseman!

Doesn't make any sense.

Staircase is the only way in and out.

They took the elevator.

Jesus Cristo.

They got away.

What are you doing?

I need car keys to get Plum to a
hospital.

You take a gunshot victim to the
hospital, there'll be questions.

They could connect you to all this.
Every cop in Philly's on their way here.

They'll take care of him. He'll die by
then. I should have stayed with him at

the library.

This is my fault.

He's trying to say something.

I can't understand you.

Leo Alquist.

Who's that?

Chemist.

From the photo.

In Dover.

Be careful.

Go!

We need to get the hell out of here.

So what's the plan here?

They have the drive.

It's the whole reason Lila and Amisha
came here.

We don't even know why it's important.

If we did, we know what they want to do
with it. If we knew that, we'd know

where they're heading.

And how the hell did we find any of that
out?

Leo Alquist.

He's our only lead and he knows why that
photo's important.

We need to track him down.

Come on, we look like shit and you're
covered in blood.

That stands out even in Philly.

We need to get out of here before
anybody knows who we are.

Too late.

There's faces everywhere.

How long before your name gets dragged
into all this?

Yeah, I got through a Mississippi summer
boot camp.

OCS with a DI who hated my guts, and yet
somehow this bullshit I'm not gonna

survive? That's not gonna happen.

So we're not gonna let it happen.

No. We need to figure something out.

No shit.

Because you put your arm around Paul
Bunyan, called him your old friend in

front of the media, and now he's public
enemy number one.

Well, do we spin it?

To who?

The reporters putting his face up
anywhere they can?

They smell blood.

And raiding.

And right now...

As we speak, they're looking into him,
you, Kale's suicide.

How long until they figure out it's all
connected?

Indonesia and Anameric.

You want to be the leader of the free
world?

Then act like it and make some hard
decisions because this needs to be

resolved.

Now.

He's on the run.

Desperate.

And one wrong turn away from a possible
death sentence if he gets caught.

His only option is to go after the guy
in that photo.

You find that man and you'll find Jack
Reacher.

And when you do... Handle it.

Hey!

I got a GSW to the chest.

In my car. Yep, I'm on it. I can take a
look at your neck.

No, no. Go help my friends.

Please.

How'd your buddy get shot?

I don't know.

We were walking down Chestnut.

All of a sudden, there was gunfire
everywhere.

Chestnut, our radio's been popping off
nonstop since it happened.

Looks like something hit you in the
neck.

Yeah. Maybe some flying glass got me. It
was total chaos.

Comma one.

Get Dr. Bergman down here. We're going
to need help.

Copy that.

I'm going to need your statement.

Sure.

Of course.

Whatever I can do to help.

Just let me get this cleaned up and I'll
tell you everything I saw.

Be right back.

Hey, can I get this looked at?

Nurse's station's right there. Meet you
there in a minute.

Okay.

Hey.

Hey, you.

Your friend's phone fell out of his
pocket.

Thank you.

Thanks.

That guy an actor or something? I swear
I know him from somewhere.

Sir, it's over here.

Yeah, I'm just gonna hit the bathroom
real quick.

He's one of the guys.

Stop! Get down! Get down on the ground
now!

What? Look at you.

You think a hat's gonna make you blend
in?

We're fucked.

We stay on the fringes.

Move fast.

We have no options.

Speaking of fucked, how about you
sleeping with the enemy?

Come on, how'd you know about that big
scar on your stomach that you weren't

undressed in front of?

I'm undressed in front of you and we're
not having sex.

That's because you're not my type,
Conan.

But don't dodge my question.

Lila sexed you up to get you to do what
she wants.

I was already doing what she wanted. Oh,
so you're just that irresistible?

Apparently. And today, you were in a
no-tell motel getting busy with a

killer.

So was she.

Damn. That's messed up.

But I'm not one to talk.

My ex-boyfriend?

I arrested him in a prostitution sting.

That was a nice surprise.

Is that why you like Jacob?

Excuse me?

You're kind of the anti-Conan type.

And a good guy.

Your last boyfriend was him.

You don't know shit from pound cake.

Bam, found him.

Leo Alcoy.

CEO of Plutus Chemical.

Largest producer of pesticides in
America.

Plutus. Great god of agriculture.

He started in DARPA before founding his
company and settling in Dover.

How far?

90 minutes, depending on traffic.

But we don't have a car.

We don't need one.

There. It's over.

When the porter goes around back, we
move.

Last time we were on a bus, we got made
in ten seconds.

We're not going on the bus.

No.

Get comfortable.

We're gonna be in here a while.

Uncle Monty.

Jacob, what the hell's going on?

I got Philly cops calling me, and you're
all over the news for helping some

killer? It's not true.

Well, I don't know what's true anymore.

You lied to me about calling the FBI,
and then you disappeared.

I know, I know. I'm sorry. We had no
other choice.

Okay, it's not just the cops that are
after me. Like I said, it's the feds.

It's the goddamn CIA.

The CIA?

Are you on drugs, Jakey? Oh, no.

I'm sober, but I am terrified.

Okay, they're already responsible for
Anna and Ben. If they get to me, they'll

kill me, too.

A guy I was with, he just got shot.

Jesus.

Okay, listen.

We'll call some people. We'll figure
this out. There's that criminal defense

attorney in Hackensack, the Italian guy.
No, no, no, no, no, no. I don't need an

attorney. I haven't done anything wrong.

Okay, what I need is to get out of
Philadelphia, but I can't because

everyone is looking for me.

Please.

Uncle Monty, please.

You're the only one who can help me.

Okay. Okay, look, I'm halfway to Philly
already.

What?

Why? Because I figured you'd be heading
back there, and I wanted to get there

before the shit got worse.

So, listen, I'll come and get you.

But you gotta promise to talk to a
lawyer, okay?

I mean, it's all privilege, Jakey. You
can't rat you out to anybody.

Please. I don't know what else to do,
kid.

Okay.

Thanks, Uncle.

Because I don't know what to do either.

Lindroth.

That's all.

What are you doing?

This is my goldfish from childhood.

Why?

Don't worry about it.

Bobby Clark.

You had a fish named Bobby Clark?

My pets were named after flyers.

Just should have.

Are you claustrophobic?

Just learning that now.

Trying to keep my mind off the fact that
we're in a moving metal coffin.

I just ran out of fish.

Six times six.

What?

You need to engage your mind in
something purely logical.

Phobias are emotional reactions to
perceived but unreal threats.

Feels real to me.

It's not.

There's more than enough space and air
for both of us, but you're convinced

there isn't.

It's mid-70s, but you probably think
it's hot.

It's warm.

No, it's not.

Let's focus your mind on something
logical. Your brain won't have room for

nonsense.

Nothing more logical than math.

So... Six times six.

Thirty-six. But I don't think it's...
Seven times eight.

Fifty-six.

It's not working. Four times three.

Twelve.

Hey. What are you doing there?

Happy to help.

Five times five.

25.

You're pretty nice for a giant killer.

Especially after I ducked Anna's case at
first.

Sorry about that.

I didn't want to get involved because...
I just hadn't been a real cop doing real

police work for a while.

Why?

130 divided by 8.

Long division?

Fuck you.

Fair.

But you ducked my question.

Why'd you stop being a cop and decide to
ride it out till you get your pension?

You're too good a detective for that.

A few years ago, I catch enough of it.

Drunk college kid slapped a waitress
across the face hard.

Lost a tooth, black eye.

Guy was 6'2", waitress 5'3".

Had the surveillance footage open and
shut.

Superiors told me to drop the charges.

The kid was connected.

His parents were big donors to the
mayor, but he didn't sit right with me,

so... I waited till he walked out of
some firm he was interning at, and I

arrested his ass in a very public and
humiliating way.

I bet his parents loved that.

Well, they shouldn't raise a piece of
shit that hits women.

So they buried you on Last Out, and you
stopped giving a shit.

Funniest part.

This case.

Lila and Amisha.

What they did to Anna and Ben, that
internet girl, and God knows who else.

It all got me to give a shit again.

I convinced myself I didn't care.

I never stopped loving the job.

Chasing down leads, working clues the
right way.

Now that I got that feeling again, but
from this case, this case is gonna make

me lose my badge and wind up locked up.

Decent chance.

Yeah, well, thanks for telling me not to
think about emotional shit and have me

tell you how my career and life are
probably ruined.

But you're doing better?

I guess.

Is it getting hot in here?

Eight times nine.

Gentlemen, buyers are ready and eager to
bid.

When the auction is over, each one of
you will leave this country rich enough

to disappear forever and off to live the
life you've always fantasized of.

Your dream is so close.

Don't let it slip away now. You all know
your responsibility.

Work together, work fast, and get the
job done.

Continue.

How much

longer?

I'm just finishing up the prompt now.

It is lengthy, but not so much to
overwhelm the AI.

You need great detail but also clarity.

I believe it's ready.

Run it.

It's working.

Once the program is complete, how long
to fabricate?

Something this complex takes time.

No, no, no, no, no.

That's the one thing we don't have.

You aren't going to disappoint us.

No. I assure you, you will get what you
need in time.

Everything will work out.

You will get this done.

Why do you have such faith in me?

When you found me panhandling on the
streets of Jakarta, you could have

stolen the little money I had, sold me
into sex slavery, but you took me in,

taught me, treated me like I was your
own.

I am to you what you were to Putra.

I have more than faith in you, Amisha.

I'll walk through hell with you.

Well, if the people we made promises to
are disappointed, we just might have to.

Jacob!

Mother of God!

Jacob? I'm okay. I just want to get out
of here. I'm okay.

Let's get in the back.

You need to keep your head down.

Half the damn city's looking for you.

What about your friends?

We need to pick them up, too?

No.

The reporter's in the hospital.

You want the cop and the big guy?

Not here.

Please, just go.

Hey, in a sec. I just... I already lost
Ben and Anna.

I'm not losing you, too.

Just... I want to make sure that we're
all thinking straight here. But I don't

feel safe here.

I'll explain on the road, okay?

Okay. Okay.

You're safe now, kid.

Yeah.

I'll be all right.

Thanks for coming for me.

Oh, come on.

Your father was more of a brother to me
than my own brother.

You know how much I love you.

All right, Jacob?

Why are we idling, Monty?

I love you so much, Jacob.

It's for the best. No, no, no, no, shit.

It's for the best. What the fuck did you
do? I'm going to get you the best

lawyer. Let me out of here.

No, let me the fuck out of here. You
can't stay on the run, Jackie.

You're not going to make it. Marcy,
please. Marcy, don't kill me.

Please, please, please.

You're making a mistake, Marcy.

Marcy, you're making a mistake. No, no,
no, no, no. Let me out. Let me out.

Listen to me, please. Trust me. Trust
me. No.

Oh, God. Thanks for making the call. Let
me out of here. This video is all

gratitude.

Please, please don't let them take me. I
get locked up, they'll get to me.

Whoa, take it easy.

I'll take this piece of shit any way I
want. I jumped right in the car when I

heard the call come in.

I personally want to perp walk this son
of a bitch, and then I'm going to throw

his cop ass in lockup.

Look, this is a mistake.

I just wanted him taken off the street
so he'd be safe.

He didn't do anything wrong. He just got
caught up in something. Yeah, he did,

and he got my partner caught up in a
toe. Monty, please.

The deputy commissioner said that he'd
be treated right. We had a deal.

His buddy assaulted a cop. Fuck you for
taking his side. Get your hands off me.

Jakey, I'm gonna get you a lawyer.

You did an excellent job, Lieutenant.
Have a nice day.

Oh, you son of a bitch.

This is bullshit.

Jakey, don't you worry. I'm gonna take
care of you. I'm gonna take the long way

back.

Nothing to the face. We don't need the
marks.

Don't worry, Jakey. I'm gonna make this
right.

Fuck you.

Afternoon. We need to speak with Leo
Alquist, please.

May I ask what this is regarding?

I guess.

Um, what is this regarding?

None of your business.

It's a police matter.

We need to talk to your boss, and you're
getting in the way of that?

You want an obstruction charge?

I make minimum wage.

I'll take that as a no.

Don't call him.

Take it there.

We don't want to ruin the surprise.

Drop it.

Sir, I'm sorry. They're cops and they
insisted.

That's fine, Miranda.

Go find Vance for me, would you, please?

Who's Vance?

My lawyer.

Why does an upstanding man like you need
a lawyer?

Have anything to do with the evidence
you're destroying?

Amazing how you just wake up one morning
and you exercise and you...

Take your vitamins and brush your teeth
and all the time with no idea that

that's the day that the phone's gonna
ring and blow everything to hell.

Who called you?

Nolan Cahill.

Chief of Staff to John Sampson.

But I assume you know that.

He rang me up a few days ago about the
data leak. He said he had it covered,

but I knew you or someone like you would
eventually show up.

CIA would never be able to keep a lid on
this. I want to know what's on these

servers and how it's connected to that
photo you're in.

I'm not telling you anything until Vance
gets here.

Okay.

I'm going to pull your fingers back one
by one until they snap.

First one, you'll be in shock.

Second one, you'll be in pain. And by
the third one, you'll tell me everything

you know.

Ready?

Don't move.

Thanks for joining us, Vance.

Vance isn't my lawyer.

Last time I saw him, he was working the
deep fry at the bowling alley.

The mercenaries have been yours the
whole time.

Yeah, and they're quite expensive.

Shame I killed so many of them.

This all could have been avoided, you
know? You should have just walked out of

that police station three days ago, got
yourself a cheesesteak, and left Philly.

But you didn't, and now you're gonna die
for it, and you'll never even know why.

You have no idea what that photo really
contains, do you?

Real question is, how's a man selling
bug spray involved in all this?

This whole mess was never my intention,
but the world is complicated.

Some eggs get cracked, some others get
omelets.

Everyone who died, they're just cracked
eggs, okay?

As are you two.

Don't deal with them in the office. Take
them off-site.

Fuck!

Take him out to the woods and shoot him
in the fucking head!

It's an honor to meet you.

We cannot thank you enough for your
selflessness.

It will forever be in your debt.

Anything you want?

or need, will be provided.

There's no request too big, no task too
small.

We're here to serve you.

You okay?

You rode the lightning pretty hard
before getting your head punted.

We're off the main road.

Doing math isn't going to make me feel
better, is it?

They're going to drive us deep into the
woods and then they're going to kill us.

Shoot us right here in this van.

Wrap us up in this tarp and bury us.

Anything we can do?

In less than 30 minutes, we'll both be
dead.

We should have been in the district a
half hour ago.

Shut up.

You're stalling.

because you don't want to do what you're
about to do. Shut the fuck up.

Just don't do it.

Whoever's paying you, whoever wants to
be dead, they are bad people, but you're

not. You are not a bad person. You don't
know me.

Tamara does.

And she would have asked for a new
partner years ago if she thought you

weren't good police.

She got assigned to me.

Talk with me. Assignments can change.
She could have filled out the paperwork,

but she was okay with you because you're
a good cop.

And I'm a good cop. And you're about to
kill me. You're about to kill a good

cop. I said shut the fuck up for the
last fucking time.

I once told a friend, we live and then
we die.

As long as we do both properly, we don't
have much to regret.

In a few seconds, those doors are going
to open.

Guns are going to be pointed at us.

We're going to sit up straight, cast
out, look those assholes right in the

eye and let them know we're not scared.

You understand me, Detective Green?

You and I are going to die properly.

Time to die.

Baby, take my hand.

We'll be able to fly.

Baby, I'm going.

But now they're gone.

Romeo and Juliet are together in
eternity.

40,000 in the wind every day.

40,000 in the wind every day.

40,000 coming every day.

Come on, baby.

Baby, take my hand.