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- Previously on Reacher... - I'm Marlo Burns,

New Age director of operations.

She's got a kid.

You might want to come and see this.

Who the hell goes on the lam and leaves

their cash stash behind?

Apparently Marlo Burns.

I'm paying a premium for a seamless transaction

and so far this has been anything but.

The Little Wing chips will be ready to install

in the missiles by the time you get here,

and Mr. Swan's associates will be taken care of.

So what happened out there?

Well, a New Age truck

with all 650 missiles in it was hijacked.

I hope that's the "worse news."

You wish.

Tony Swan's alive.

You call me dirty one more time,

I will give you that beating that I owe you.

I'll take that fight any time you want.

Get down!

Talk. Now.

I don't know any Langston.

Then who hired you?

Some guy called Swan.

If Swan's really

in that building, I'm gonna do

the same thing I did to that guy.

Wrap my hand around his neck

and squeeze the truth out of him.

What do you think they used... HMX?

Blast that big?

Could be CL-20.

Yeah, but HMX is a more readily available explosive.

True, but CL-20's stronger.

Who cares what they used?

I'm more interested in who used it.

Am I really the only one here that's gonna say it?

What? The guy was hired by Swan.

He was going to get paid by Swan.

He got his ass blown halfway across the street by Swan.

What, we can't say this guy's name now?

What is he, Beetlejuice?

I'm not gonna assume Swan's dirty.

In an investigation, assumptions kill.

So do military-grade munitions.

Hey there, Russo.

Bomb squad found remnants of a tripwire-rigged IED.

Whoever did this is a pro or the people we're after

are trained in this sort of thing.

Military training, maybe?

Maybe. We don't definitively know.

Sure.

Well, what we do know is their plan was to have you all killed

in the boneyard and then take out the assassins here.

No loose ends.

- Bodies? - Just the sniper's.

Your pal Swan wasn't there.

Shocking.

Yeah.

Where?

Okay, send me the address.

Marlo Burns' car was found north of Manhattan,

near Cortland.

We'll head up now. You coming?

No.

There's someone I need to talk to.

Try not to leave any dead bodies behind this time.

He's like that angry, pissed off detective

from that movie.

Which one?

All of them.

All right.

Let's go find the woman that sent us to get killed.

Nothing in here, boss.

Yeah, it looks like she dumped this thing and took off.

Maybe.

But if I were her, I'd hit the head and grab a snack first.

She got her kid a drink and a dog

and bought a burner phone with cash,

let me keep the change.

She was in a rush. Didn't have time for change.

If you want to see better, you can scooch in.

She's not the "scooch in" type.

Can you zoom in a little?

I can pop it in, but

a lot of the details may be lost.

Details matter.

Kid's playing a Nintendo Switch.

If we knew her gamertag, we could track

the IP address to her device and that'll lead us

to their location.

But how do we find her gamertag?

We go back to Marlo's house.

It might be on another device there, like a smart TV.

I ever tell you you're smart, Neagley?

Not nearly enough.

Switch from the suit.

Need new gear.

Add it to the national debt?

And like the national debt, it never has to be repaid.

I'll take these.

And a Clark Bar.

Hello, officer.

This is my vehicle. Is there a problem?

Huh, nothing that'll get you death row, just the, uh,

Commonwealth of Pennsylvania doesn't permit objects

to hang in the rearview.

Yeah, the-the rental car company put that there, and, uh,

being from the other side of the Atlantic, I'm not

so familiar with your traffic regulations.

But I will remove it in all due haste.

There you go.

So, uh,

maybe you can find the grace to give me a pass on the ticket?

Just give you a warning.

I cannot thank you enough for your...

Forgive me, I thought you said no ticket.

Official warnings still need to be written up, sir.

If I could have your license,

it'll take me maybe two minutes to run it

and then you're on your way.

Of course.

All right. I'll be right back with this, Doctor.

Dispatch, this is Hicks, 55R41.

Please run an interstate check

on Colorado driver's license

C17-057-7105

for a Manuel Elzogby.

Copy that, 55R41, stand by.

Okay, Doc, we'll have you out of here shortly.

55R41, we have an interstate alert on Dr. Elzogby.

He was a victim of a homicide robbery in Colorado.

Proceed with caution. Backup is on its way.

Atomic Fall?

Juggle the Jungle. Visited.

Can't believe people actually play these things.

I did a job for a game designer last year...

billion dollar company.

- You got to be shittin' me. - Well, you should try one.

You'd like a first-person shooter.

I am a first-person shooter.

Yo, I'm making some frozen pizza if anyone wants it.

Jane's tag is PlainJane777.

She does a lot of cross-platform games.

I'll log into my own account and play until she gets back online.

Gonna need some gamer fuel.

Uh, OD, see what Marlo has in the kitchen

in the way of breakfast cereal.

Puffs, Pops or Pebbles,

in that order of preference.

Looks like this might take a while.

Got to wait for Jane to get her game on.

Well, until then,

I'm gonna catch some shut-eye.

We have been attacked by bikers,

shot at by hit men, and almost blown up.

I mean, to put it mildly,

I've got some pent-up tension.

I know you've got this rule,

"sleep when you can," but...

It's not that firm of a rule.

Hm.

♪ Every day's a struggle ♪

♪ Just to survive ♪

♪ I look on the world sometime ♪

♪ With tears in my eyes ♪

- ♪ And they say ♪ - ♪ Don't worry ♪

♪ They claim that things ♪

♪ Are getting better ♪

♪ Every day. ♪

Guy.

It's a little late for a drop-in. Is everything okay?

Can I come in?

Of course, of course. Come in. Come in.

I was just about to put on the game.

You want a drink? I got some light beer, even got

- some real beer. - Nah, I'm good.

You know, I left you a bunch of messages.

What the hell happened at that cemetery?

Word is some hitters were trying to take out Franz's wife, so

I guess she was wrapped up in what he was doing, huh?

You know that's not true.

- Sorry, what? - You know

as well as I do that the only thing

that Franz's wife is wrapped up in is grief.

I know you sold out Reacher

and his team when they went to Boston.

And I know you're working for those guys at New Age.

Do me a favor.

- What? - Take a look at your shoes

- for a second, would you? - Don't get cute with me.

Where the hell do you think you're standing?

You're in my house.

My house, where I brought up my kids,

where I lived with my Connie... God rest her soul...

where we had you over for dinner when you were

a wet behind the ears punk,

and you didn't know which side of your gun

the bullets came out.

You come in my house and you talk this shit to me?

Two people knew that Reacher and his team went to Boston:

you and me.

And I didn't sell them out to get jumped. So who did?

I'm making the smart play here, all right?

The hell does that mean?

Look, the head of security from, uh, New Age,

- the guy, uh... - Langston.

That's right.

He came to me when you started poking around

the-the Franz murder.

He backed up a truckload of cash

and all he wanted to know was what you were finding out,

where the investigation was heading.

He just wanted updates, that's it.

- Just updates? - Yes.

After what this city's been through?

After 9/11?

You're NYPD and you're aiding, abetting terrorists?

Hey, watch your fucking mouth.

Fuck that!

You are sullying the greatest police force in the world.

You're spitting on the grave of everybody who died that day,

died trying to save lives.

Who the fuck are you to bring up that day to me?

I lost more friends that morning

than you'll ever have in your goddamn life!

What they're doing is-isn't about over here.

All right? It's about over there...

China, the Middle East, Russia,

the-the IRA for all I give a shit.

It has nothing to do with me, you or this country, okay?

Langston is a businessman. He saw a play and he took it.

These are crooked cops.

These are-these are bad fucking people.

No shit.

I've known guys like him, you know guys like him.

And your father definitely knew guys like him.

When they make an offer it's not a suggestion,

it's not a request, it's an order.

So, I damn well took that money when they came to me

and I kept my ass in one piece.

That's what I care about.

And what if you're wrong?

What if you wake up a few months from now

and it's raining plane parts in Los Angeles, Chicago,

New York again?

What are you gonna do when you find out

that they fucking lied to you?

And don't ever bring up my father again.

Why not? I knew him well.

I think about him all the time

and what a good man he was.

And a good cop and how that good man

is six feet underground.

I don't want to go out that way

and neither should you.

They paid me, they'll pay you.

Take the goddamn money.

You didn't know my father.

And you sure as hell don't know me.

Look at the kilos coming in this week.

We're gonna wrap this up in a big way.

Unfortunately, you're not, Major.

At ease.

I need to speak to you alone, Reacher.

It's about Operation Kite Runner.

Respectfully, anything you can say to me about the case

can be said in front of Dixon.

She's been working this matter from the beginning,

knows it better than anybody.

Very well.

I respect you too much to pussyfoot this thing.

The colonel's promotion's going through.

He's gonna be stationed in South Korea

at a base right near the Demilitarized Zone.

It's gonna be announced sometime in the next three weeks.

Waiting for the shoe to drop, Hortense.

Colonel's been gunning for this promotion 20 years.

There's no way a drug operation that happened

right under his nose is gonna be publicized

in a huge bust.

It's not a good look.

And it would be a bad mark

on his otherwise stellar military career.

As a result, Operation Kite Runner

will be shut down immediately.

This is bullshit.

Don't let our friendship affect your judgment.

We don't have a friendship.

We have a familiarity.

With all due respect to that familiarity,

this is bullshit.

Major Reacher,

this is what will go into your report:

five misdemeanor charges for drug use only,

no charges for dealing, conspiracy

or misappropriation of military resources.

One defendant will do time in the brig,

four will get probation,

all will receive honorable discharges,

that's it.

Do you understand your orders?

Yes, sir.

Reacher?

Reacher?

What's going through your mind right now?

Nothing.

Just...

...how the last big case we all had together...

How it all went to shit at the end.

And you're worried how this one's gonna end?

Part of it.

Which part?

Swan.

You've done so much for me.

I mean, for all of us.

You trained us.

So...

So, when the time comes, I'll do it.

I'll kill Swan.

Got her address.

Seriously?

- IP address or address address? - Both.

Soon as Jane started gaming...

she sucks, by the way...

I had tech services in my office track her down.

Got us a location an hour away.

Dress quickly, boss.

She should've used the informal "tu."

Thank you.

Mm. Is Jane hungry?

You've already done more than enough.

God, I'm so embarrassed that we're imposing

- on you like this. - Don't you dare apologize.

This isn't your fault, Marlo.

I remember when I left Thomas.

It's never easy.

Why are my sprinklers going off in the middle of winter?

I swear I'm gonna fire that groundskeeper.

I'll be right back.

Not a sound.

Eight feet tall,

300 pounds,

and you got to hit a woman to feel big?

You're pathetic.

Did Marlo tell you she was running from an ex-boyfriend?

She lied to you.

Why would she do that?

Great question. Why don't you

call her out here and ask her yourself?

And why the hell should I listen to you?

'Cause right now I have a colleague in the car

playing online games with Jane to keep the kid busy.

If you don't get Marlo out here I'll go in and get her myself,

but there'd be a whole lot of screaming and carrying on

and I'd like to avoid traumatizing

her daughter if possible.

I won't do it.

O'Donnell, switchblade.

Homemade silencer.

Call Marlo out here or I'll shoot you in the leg.

Scream, I shoot you in the head.

Okay.

Uh, Marlo, can you come out here for a sec?

Sit back down.

Can't believe you fell for that.

It's a 16th-inch of plastic.

What...

Hey, Marlo. How you been?

Please don't hurt my daughter.

Jane doesn't have to be involved in this.

Come on, take a seat.

Why'd you send us to get killed in an ambush?

I-I don't know anything about an ambush.

- I'm sorry, what exactly is going on? - Shut up, Chad.

You smiled and gave me an address

where a bunch of thugs were about to take us out.

Now, either you're a chump

or you gladly threw us into the lion's den.

And when you found out we took out your guys,

you skipped town and used Chad here as a human shield.

- Can I just say... - Shut up, Chad.

I swear, I had no idea

who or what was at the address I gave you.

Our head of security got spooked

when you guys came around asking questions.

He told me to give you that address.

Oh, so now Langston's in charge, not Tony Swan?

No. He's the one trying to stop all this.

If you knew Tony Swan,

then you would know he'd never be involved

in something like this.

Some of us do.

I hired Swan,

jammed him on to Langston's security team.

- Why? - Because New Age's

security team was incestuous.

They were all former cops from the same precinct.

So you trusted Swan?

And I like to think that he trusted me, too.

That's why he came to me when he found something

- suspicious going on... - Little Wing.

How do you know about that?

We know about the missiles,

Senator Lavoy,

everything except how you fit into all this.

Well, I didn't fit into it,

not until Swan came to me.

He'd realized that chips

being uploaded with the Little Wing software

were being flagged as defective in numbers

outside normal margin of error.

Quality control couldn't figure out why

the failure rate kept creeping up,

but management wanted to fulfill

the Little Wing contract on time,

and since the majority of the chips tested fine,

we chalked it up

to a processing error

and kept cranking out product.

But Swan thought someone in engineering had manipulated

the testing board to randomly flag

operational chips as defective.

Any idea who in engineering could have been involved?

There's scores of engineers. There's no way to know.

What about management, board of directors,

any of the suits... they in on it?

None of us knew anything.

Langston always said we were all too busy counting our money

to realize we were being robbed.

These chips that were being marked as defective...

let me guess, 650 of them?

That sounds right.

I told Swan to report his findings to Langston

because I didn't know he was involved at the time, but...

Swan was cautious. He wanted to do some more digging.

He said that he was going to bring in

some of his trusted army friends to help.

Yeah, they were our friends, too.

Did Swan ever report back about what they dug up?

No.

I never heard from him again. He just disappeared.

Not necessarily. He was signing off on shipments

as recently as yesterday.

He's alive?

Looks like it.

They probably got him held somewhere,

setting him up to take the rap for this thing.

Yeah, well, Langston's all about covering his ass.

Right after Tony went missing he called me into his office.

He said that as director of operations

I was in a unique position

to help cover up whatever it was that Tony had exposed.

Cut yourself a sweet deal in the process.

Found your bag of money.

He made me take that so that

I wouldn't look clean in any of this.

Well, you could have just said no.

Langston is vicious.

He was a detective for over 20 years

and he helped some very unsavory people avoid jail time

just so he could keep them in his back pocket.

I mean, like a-a biker gang...

Took care of them in Boston.

And professional hit man and...

Brooklyn Cemetery.

And a lot of general lowlifes

who would take someone out for a few bucks.

Buried in Atlantic City.

The things that he said he would have done to me,

to my daughter.

I can't even repeat it.

That's why I ran.

After two of you came around asking questions,

I was afraid Langston would see me as a potential liability.

He doesn't like loose ends.

God knows what they're doing to him right now.

Half of what we'll do to him.

You can go.

Thank you.

Marlo,

don't take this the wrong way, but...

find a fucking hotel.

We're looking for someone

who recently hijacked a truckload of SAMs.

How complicated is it to install the Little Wing chips into them?

He'd need his engineer to demonstrate,

but after that he'd be fine on his own.

Be nice to know who his engineer is.

We'll find out soon enough.

We just have to ask Langston.

Buyer will be landing soon.

He's not gonna hand over a penny unless he knows

how to install those chips

and fire those weapons like he's rolling out of bed.

Won't be a problem. I will hold his hand.

I will guide him through the steps.

And how long is this tutorial gonna take?

Well, I can run him through the installation

and activation very quickly. Nothing to worry about.

Yeah.

Okay, well, don't spike the ball just yet, Russ.

Marlo.

Where you been? I've been concerned.

I had to get out of town.

Those two women who came by

asking about Saropian... they brought a couple

of friends to track me down.

They threatened me and my daughter.

And what did you tell them?

A bunch of lies.

They're going to figure that out sooner or later

and when they do, I am terrified they're gonna come back for us.

Now, what did I say to you

when I brought you into this thing?

That if you did what I said, you'd make a lot of money

and nothing would happen to you and Janey.

I'm a man of my word. I can keep you both safe.

- Where are you? - Outside the city.

- Where? I'll come get you. - I-I mean, I'm calling

from a deli. I-I think they're following me, so I...

Look, I have to keep moving.

Okay, okay. That's fine.

Where could we meet?

Making house calls now?

Only when shit's about to go down.

We're luring Langston in to take him out.

Good. Let's get this asshole.

I got a different job for you.

That's Marlo.

She works for New Age.

She and her daughter are on Langston's loose-end list.

Marlo's the lure.

Need someone to watch the kid.

What am I, a fucking babysitter now?

Langston's bringing at least four guys.

A driver, someone to watch his back,

and two guys to carry Marlo's body

since bosses don't do grunt work.

I need my whole team. That leaves you.

I saw what you did for Mikey in the cemetery.

I know you'd do the same for Jane.

Fine, but we can't stay here.

I cornered Marsh and he copped to being

on Langston's payroll.

Told me to get with the program.

And?

I told him to fuck off.

That's why you can't stay.

Look,

I know Marsh since I was fresh out of the academy.

I don't think he's gonna make a move on me.

But I'm going to my cousin's house

on Staten Island for a day or two,

just in case.

I'll bring the girl with me.

Appreciate it.

When we finally have that fight,

I'll let you take the first swing.

I don't need no handicapping, pal. Trust me.

I bet you don't.

Hey, look, I'm-I'm gonna be back soon.

Everything's gonna be okay, I promise.

All right?

- I'll be back soon. - Yeah.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah.

We're using this kid's mom as bait.

So we better get it right.

Can you hear us?

Loud and clear.

Good. Keep us on speaker,

put the phone in your pocket.

We'll be right here listening in.

Oh, I don't know if I can do this.

Just take a breath. We got you.

Okay.

You're gonna listen to my voice and you're gonna run

when I tell you to run. We clear on that?

Clear.

As soon as you're gone, we're gonna come up

behind him and block the exit.

O'Donnell and Dixon'll box them in.

Well, and then what?

Then we'll kill him.

Someone's coming.

Okay, stay cool.

You buckled up?

Up ahead.

Easy. Don't spook her.

It's gonna be okay.

You're gonna like Staten Island.

We'll stop by Ariemma's,

get a chicken cutlet sandwich,

maybe watch an Adam Sandler movie or something.

You'll be back with your mom in no time.

Jane...

get in the back and keep your head down.

Just stay down.

Hey, they tracked us down.

Marsh or Langston?

I don't know and I don't give a shit,

but we're under heavy automatic fire.

Fuck!

It's Russo. We got to go.

- Wait, wh-what's wrong? - Who the hell is she talking to?

Is Jane in trouble?

Fuck, it's a setup. Get her.

That's Reacher. Kill him!

Go, go, go, go!

It's Neagley. Get in.

Hurry!

What in the fuck was that?

They found Russo. We got to go.

What are you doing? Get in.

Go find Jane. I'm not done here.

I'm staying with Reacher.

No. They've got automatic weapons.

Russo's outmanned, outgunned, and has a kid with him.

You all need to go.

Shit. Get down!

- There he goes. Get him. - But Burns...

Later. I want that big fuck.

Russo, what's your 20?

I'm heading east.

Keep heading towards Queens. We're gonna intercept.

Help!

Where the fuck are you guys? I can't lose them.

Location?

Just passed 104th.

We're close, all right?

Just keep them off your ass.

Hurry up.

Son of a bitch!

Hold on!

Keep him blocked in.

You okay?

Okay, don't move

- till I come and get you. - Okay.

It's just you and me now, Langston.

This place is surrounded by a barbed-wire fence,

there's only one exit and you got to get past me to reach it.

You killed the wrong guy's friends, asshole.

Let's go, let's go!

Come on!

Keep your head down.

Come on. Get behind the tires.

Come on.

When I say so, you run as fast as you can. Okay?

- I can't. - Yes, you can!

I promise I won't let anything happen to you.

But you have to do what I say.

I want you to run down that way.

And whatever you do, don't look back.

- Okay? - Okay.

Come on. Come on.

Ready?

Now!

Come on!

It's not always fair, kid.

Jane. Jane!

Oh.

Oh, baby.

- Clear. - Clear.

Call 911!

Copy that.

Oh, fuck.

Shit.

Hold on, Russo.

Help is on the way.

The girl?

- What? - The girl.

She's okay. She's safe.

Ambulance is on its way.

♪ Long, gray December ♪

♪ Looking for your gold ♪

♪ Waiting for your ship ♪

♪ To roll on in ♪

♪ Been searching the valleys ♪

♪ Looking high and low ♪

♪ Sipping from a cup ♪

♪ That isn't yours ♪

♪ And, oh ♪

♪ Bear the pain ♪

♪ Been sleeping ♪

♪ In the rain ♪

♪ And, oh ♪

♪ Bear the pain ♪

♪ Been waiting ♪

♪ For things to change ♪

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ Don't got what I used to ♪

♪ But there ain't no looking back ♪

♪ Got to work right now ♪

♪ With what I have ♪

♪ Been playing the lotto ♪

♪ Wishing for finer things ♪

♪ Leaving my heart ♪

♪ In an empty glass. ♪