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Where do you think you're going?

Reacher!

Reacher, get back here!

Maybe give him some space.

I don't need 250 pounds
of frontier justice

tearing up this town.

Follow him, make sure
he doesn't ruin our case.

Why me?

Outside the morgue,
he actually listened to you.

And what if he doesn't now?

Shoot him.

Dispatcher: We got a stranded vehicle

around 80 on the eastbound side.

Officer: 247. About ten out.

Shit!

The hell? I could have hit you.

I don't need a babysitter
and I don't need you

screwing up my investigation.

Okay, first...
This is not your investigation.

Second, babysitting some giant vagrant

is hardly my dream assignment.

I could be out there looking
for who killed your brother.

So stand down and let me do my job,

because I'm very good at it.

If you were very good at it,
you wouldn't have been trying

to follow a man on foot
in a police car.

I figure your plan's to go
to hubble's house

and dig your thumb
into his eye until he tells you

why he confessed to a murder
he didn't commit.

- Something like that.
- Yeah, well, I'm gonna be there

to make sure that doesn't happen.

Now, I can either follow you
the whole way,

or you can save the shoe leather
and get in the damn car.

Fuck.

For the record,
I'm not a vagrant, I'm a hobo.

Whatever.

Charlie: Officer Conklin, uh,
Mr. Reacher, please come in.

I'm so sorry,
Paul won't be back till late.

But at least now I get a chance
to thank you, Mr. Reacher.

- It's just reacher.
- Well.

Reacher.

My husband told me that you looked out
for him in that awful prison.

Please, have a seat.

Do you, uh...
Do you know where Paul is?

No, not specifically.

He's dealing with that
embezzlement mess.

Thank god he was cleared of all that.

Can you imagine? Paul, a criminal?

Man's never
so much as jaywalked.

I assume that's why you're here.
The bank stuff?

My brother was murdered.

Dear god. I...

I don't know what to say.

That the man they found
by the highway?

He was.

And he had your husband's
telephone number on him.

Well, that doesn't make
any sense. Why?

Well, that's what
we're here to find out.

Why my dead brother had your
live husband's number on him.

Well, I have no idea.

Girl: Momma?

Is it 8:30 already?

I'm sorry, but I've got to get
these two to bed.

Girls, say hi
to officer Conklin and Mr. Reacher.

- Hello, officer Conklin.
- Hello, Mr. Reacher.

- Hello, Mr. Reacher.
- Hello, officer Conklin.

- Mmm-hmm.
- It's just... reacher.

Well, this is Lucy and tally.

- Have y'all brushed your teeth?
- Both: Yes.

All right, then get on.
I'll be up in a minute.

Well, tally's growing like a weed.

Yeah, I know.

She's the one with the glasses.

Can you believe she's
a year younger than Lucy?

May I use your restroom?

Yeah, of course. Through the kitchen,
down the hall and to the left.

Charlie: Something like this happens.

We've taken up enough of your time.

Have a nice evening.

Roscoe.

Um... Well, guess we're going.

- Sorry about that.
- No.

Have a good evening.
Thank you for your time,

and, uh...

- I'll see you.
- Yes. Good night.

That was an exit.

Two things. One, she said tally
is the one in the glasses.

Glasses is the main difference
between the girls.

Everything else was
a matter of degree,

taller, shorter,
but glasses was absolute.

One wears them, one doesn't.

And?

Right before I was attacked in prison,

a guy pointed at me and said, "him."

I'd taken a guy's glasses.

- Why?
- 'Cause he wasn't a nice man.

I still had them on
when these cons came at me.

Their instructions were clearly
to find the new boys

and take out the one in glasses.

Hubble's had been smashed.
He was the target, not me.

Hubble's on the run,
or they've already got him.

Okay.

You said there were two things.

This is some kind of seed.

Why would a banker have them
on his dress shoes?

You went in his closet?

No. Mud room.

It's an agrimony burr.

They grow on tall grass
all around here.

We call them hitchhikers,
'cause they stick on you

and they go for a ride.

They grow where my brother was killed?

Roscoe: This is cogongrass.

Had it on my uncle's farm.
It doesn't produce burrs.

Okay.

Still some reason
they were on his laces.

You don't pick up hitchhikers
in bank hallways.

I told Finlay the shooter was
someone who knew firearms well,

but it was more than that.

Killer was a skilled marksman.

What makes you think that?

Second victim was
sprinting away in the dark.

Gun had a silencer on it, which makes
even close-range work inaccurate,

but he got a kill shot.

Prints are Joe's.

Size 13. See the divot?

Heard someone coming up behind him.

Tried to turn. Took two in the head

before he could do anything about it.

Shooter came through here.

Waiting for Joe.

Knew he was coming.

Two days ago, moon would have
been about 26 degrees further west.

This area would have been darker.

This is where he hid.

He enjoyed it.

Sniper shot from the tree line

would have done the job
with less risk.

The shooter wanted to be close.

Maybe it was personal.

Someone takes your life,
it's always personal.

Tell me about Joe.

Were you guys tight?

Did he have a family?

What'd he do for a living?

Small talk to see if I say
something to help your investigation?

I'm being nice to a guy
who just lost his brother.

But, you know,
now that you brought it up,

you might as well answer my questions.

In order, when we were kids,
no family,

last time we spoke he was working
in homeland security.

That's interesting.

You think that this might
have been connected to his job?

Homeland's a big umbrella,
terrorism, drugs,

guns, border crimes.

- What department was your brother in?
- Don't know.

We hadn't spoken in a while.

Time passed.

Where you going?

To find a motel.

I'll give you a ride.

Don't want one.

Hey. Mister.

Why don't you come here?
We want to talk to you.

- No, you don't.
- "No, you don't."

Hey, come here.

We just want to talk to you.

Heard you got arrested for murder.

What kind of bullshit
you bring into our town?

There's two sixers' worth
of empties around your car.

You've been waiting a while.

And since this isn't the most
exciting spot in town,

I got to assume you've been
waiting for me.

Let me guess.
Rich guy in a fancy pickup

put a fifty in each of your
pockets to take care of me?

Hundred.

Right. Well, this is
the wrong day to ask me

to humor your bullshit.

We're talking to you, man.

Oh, Graham, you idiot.

You're about to get your ass kicked.

I'm just gonna break the hands
of three drunk kids.

There's four of us here.

One of you has got to drive
to the hospital.

Ooh...

I... I know where the hospital is.

What the hell just
rolled into margrave?

Hey, buddy.

You okay?

- Reacher: Good boy.
- Hey. Hey.

- Can I help you?
- No.

Just giving your dog some water.

He must've knocked the bowl over,

'cause I gave him water this morning.

No, you didn't.

Bowl was bone-dry.

You calling me a liar?

Yes.

Well, I suggest you leave my property.

Good boy.

What are you doing here?

Wanted to check in, see if there's
any official progress on Joe's case

before I head back out to hubble's.

I can't talk right now.
There's been another murder.

Police chief Morrison.

For the record, I didn't do it.

I know.

Because you staked me out all night?

Last night you wanted
to go everywhere with me.

Captain.

What did they do to the chief?

Baker won't talk about it.

Just keep the iookie-loos away,
all right?

Yes, sir.

What is he doing here?

Roscoe: You told me
to keep an eye on him.

I'm keeping an eye on him.

Look. There he is.

Crime scene's worse than
anything I ever saw in Boston.

And I saw things in Boston.

Was he nailed to a wall?

How did you know that?

Finlay: Hey.

Medical examiner: These lacerations
appear to be shallow

and were possibly done
with a serrated blade,

which leads me to believe
that they were intended

to inflict pain
rather than cause death.

Preliminary examination
of police chief Edward Morrison.

Subject has been nailed
to the wall contralaterally

with six spikes,

two of which were driven between
the ulna and the radius

- near the wrist and...
- Jesus Christ.

One laceration to the left cheek.

Reacher: Prints?

I asked a question just like this one,

how'd you know about the nails?

Even in margrave,
word doesn't travel that fast.

They wore rubber overshoes
and gloves. Latex.

Like whoever killed my brother.

What makes you say that?

Well, three people killed my brother.

At least four to do that
to a guy Morrison's size.

Holy shit, his fucking balls are gone!

Keep it professional, Jasper.

Cursing's the sign of a weak mind
and a weaker character.

Sorry, I'm just not used to this.

You don't see this kind of thing
every day.

Pardon my French, but...

Where the heck
are his testicles?

In his stomach.

You'll find them during the autopsy.

Okay, reacher, outside.

No more games.

How do you know what you know?

The people hubble worked for
said they'd nail him to a wall

and cut his balls off
if he caused problems.

You said hubble
didn't tell you anything in jail.

I lied. My brother didn't trust
margrave cops enough to tell you

he was tracking something
down here. Why should I?

Ever think your brother
didn't reach out to the cops

because he couldn't
reach out to the cops?

Maybe he was dirty. Maybe...

Think real hard before
you finish that sentence.

It'll determine how well
yourjaw works the rest of your life.

Joe was clean.

Unlike that modern art piece
hanging inside.

So you're saying that
Morrison was working

with the same killers
hubble was mixed up with?

That, or we just saw a big fat
coincidence nailed to the wall.

What I want to know is who else
in margrave pd's in on it.

Stevenson seems suspicious,
and baker wouldn't go

into the bathroom with me
at the station house.

A bathroom with a window in it.

I was a murder suspect.

Roscoe: Baker wasn't concerned

'cause he knew you didn't do it.

Which means he knows who did.

Want to tell me who else
on my team is crooked?

Sure.

Roscoe checks out, 'cause
she dug in to get me out of prison.

But you're hiding something.

Tell me, why does
a black cop from Boston

with a 20-year pension come work
in a southern backwater town

in the middle of nowhere?

You next in line for Morrison's job?

For your information,
mayor teale didn't promote Finlay.

He just appointed himself
acting chief.

Since when?

This morning. Came here to tell you.

Whoever's running this
had Morrison under his thumb.

No one sits in the chief's chair

unless they're under it, too.

They skipped you to get to teale.

So I guess that means
he's dirty and you're okay.

Nothing means more to me
than your vote of confidence.

But you're probably right.

At least we know who we can trust.

I'm gonna call my buddy at the FBI...

Ah. Teale's first order was,
no staties, no feds.

He wants this kept in-house.

Outside investigators will send
whoever did this into hiding.

We'll let them think they've got it
under control for now.

There's no "we" here.

The morrisons were killed
for a misstep,

not pinning the murder on me,

hubble walking out of prison alive,

but the way they were killed
sent a message

to their organization.

Don't screw up and don't cross us.

You two think you can go it alone?

You can't go it alone.

There's only "we" here.

You don't see that, I'll find
whoever killed Joe on my own.

Great. Teale's called
an emergency town meeting.

Be careful around him.

Came down south for peace and quiet.

Now I've caught four bodies.

Reacher: Five.

Hubble, probably.

If they'd do this to a cop,
why not a banker?

Roscoe...

On my way there now.

Oh. Lthought
you might've been Paul.

That's why I left the gate open.

He never came home?

He called late last night,
said that he had to speak

to some people about
sorting out this bank madness,

and when iwoke, I realized
he'd never come home.

His phone goes to voice mail.

Listen, I... I have been with Paul

since freshman year, uga.

He has never once not come home.

Okay, all right, just a minute.

I'll stay here since I'm armed.

You go find Finlay.

He'll know what to do with them,

but they need some kind of protection.

I need your car.

You see anyone under six-five
come near this house...

- Shoot 'em.
- Finlay's five-eight.

- Yup.
- Are you taking that knife?

You want to give me your gun?

That's what I thought.

Teale: We will find
the person or persons

responsible for these crimes.

And we will punish them

to the fullest extent of the law.

Man 1: If they're killing cops
in their own homes,

then what chance do any of us got?

A damn good chance.
Because as of today,

per the powers given to me
by the town charter,

I have appointed myself
chief of police.

And I will not sleep

until we have the perpetrators
behind bars

and on their way
to getting the needle!

Man 3: But what the hell do you know

- about law enforcement?
- Man 4: That's right!

We need us a real police chief

and a real chief detective, too.

- Man 4: Yeah!
- Think he's talking about you.

Man 3: All due respect,

but what does some yankee cop
know about margrave?

Crowd: Yeah!
Man 5: That's right.

We ain't seen a murder in 20 years,

and now there's four...
Four, in two days.

Do we have a serial killer
in margrave or not?

These killings are not related.

Oh? What about that animal
you arrested out at the diner?

- Woman: Yeah!
- I think she's talking about you.

He comes to town,
and people just start dying?

Y'all had him in jail.
Why'd you let him go?

Teale: Order!

Order!

Everyone, please!

Please. Calm down. Sit down.

Sit down.

I know you're all scared.

But Mr. Reacher
has a rock-solid alibi.

And for those of you who don't know,

one of the victims was
Mr. Reacher's brother, Joseph.

So he has as much invested in finding
these murderers as any one of us here.

You know,

when I moved kliner industries
to this town five years ago,

margrave was run-down.

Broken.

- Main street boarded up. Right?
- Crowd: Yeah.

But I said to myself,

these are the kind of people
who can bounce back.

Right? Who can survive anything.

I have faith in our police force.

I have faith
in chief detective Finlay.

I have faith
in our new chief of police,

mayor teale.

And I promise I will
provide whatever funds,

whatever resources to find
whomever is responsible

for these heinous acts.

You have my word.

Mayor teale.

A word?

Chief teale now, captain.

Mmm. Of course. My mistake.

I just wanted to let you know

that I'm gonna start
cross-referencing forensics

from both murder sites
to establish pattern.

Pattern? What the hell
has Morrison and his wife

got to do with an out-of-towner

and some fella he was probably
diddlin' under an overpass?

Well, that's what I want to find out.

These killings are not related.

Over the course of his career,

Morrison took countless
criminals out of circulation.

Comb the archives,

track down the biggest scumbags
he ever arrested

who have since been released
or paroled, pardoned,

everything in between...

That's how you're gonna find
his killer.

Those are your orders.

You copy, captain?

And the bodies by the highway?

A police officer was crucified!

I think that takes priority.

Or did they do things differently
up there in Massachusetts?

Copy that.

Teale's trying to frame
the Morrison hit as a revenge killing.

Just sent me off to chase my tail.

Told you he's dirty.

I'm prone to agree,

but incompetence
can look like malevolence,

and it's a whole lot more common.

You know who's not incompetent?

Kliner.

You one of those conspiracy nuts?

Guys with the kind of money
and power kliner wields

are rarely angels.

We need to look into him.

You want this town to hate you
more than it already does?

Then start smearing kliner.
And I'm not gonna be able

to look into anyone except the losers

in Morrison's old case files.

No, that's what you'll pretend to do.
Roscoe, too.

Give us cover while
we work the real angles.

Like Joe's rental car.

Must have had one, but none was left
at the murder scene.

You're handing out assignments now?

Yes. And the next one has to do
with hubble's wife and kids.

They need protection,
even if hubble's already dead.

These guys get antsy,
think Charlie has

even a 1% chance
of knowing anything...

I get it.

My FBI buddy I wanted
to reach out to earlier...

Name's picard, Atlanta field office.

I'll call you when it's setup.

- I don't have a phone.
- Get one.

Can we trust picard?

Known him for years.

Gave me the best advice I ever got.

Don't take the margrave job.

Teale: Mr. Reacher?

I'd like to offer my apologies
for your arrest.

My condolences for your brother.

Tragedy when a person is struck down
in his prime like that.

But my hand to god,
we'll find the killer.

We'd be happy to keep you
updated on the investigation.

Just leave your contact information

with the department
before you head out.

- I'm not leaving.
- Oh.

It was my understanding
you were just passing through.

You understood wrong.

I figured I'd stick around a while.

Margrave's such a nice town.

Used to be.

Not so much lately.

Mosley: Heard about your brother.

May the lord bless him

and keep him in a plastic container.

You looking for payback?

Payback, justice, vengeance.

Looking for the whole gang.

You might not be the only one.

- Meaning?
- Meaning,

you wouldn't happen to have

a couple of Spanish-speaking
amigos in town, would you?

- No.
- Makes sense.

'Cause the two fellas come by
my shop asking about you

didn't seem all that friendly.

Watch your back, Mr. Reacher.

Are you worried about me, Mr. Mosley?

Worried about my bottom line.

Uh, you might need another shave
'fore you leave town.

Very true.

Charlie: My husband trusted reacher.

Is he a good person?

I think so.

We don't really have the luxury
of certainty right now, but...

Bad things are happening
and reacher can help us.

Reacher: I'm back.

We're in here.

Get some food together,
pack your bags for the kids.

- Where we going?
- Got a call from Finlay.

FBI agent named picard is on his way.

He's taking you
into protective custody.

I bought a burner.

Here's the number.

I'd feel safer if we stayed
with the two of you.

We've got to work the case.

Picard'll keep you safe.

It's what your husband
would have wanted.

Why are you talking
about him in the past tense?

We have to assume Paul's dead.

They tried to kill him in prison.

They killed Morrison and his wife.

Your husband's gone missing,

so they most likely killed him, too.

There'll be time to grieve later.

You have to think about your kids.

You need to pack.

Okay?

- Okay?
- Okay, okay.

I'll go wait for picard.

Boys:
Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!

Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!

Let's go, Billy! Dance!

Dance! Dance!

Okay, Mr. Predicto,

should Billy keep dancing?

"All signs indicate yes."

Come on, man!

You boys looking for a dance partner?

You think you can take all of us?

Let's find out.

It's Billy's dad! Go, go, go, go!

We're on the move.

It's not safe anymore. Let's go.

- I'm not ready.
- Let's go. Now.

Girls!

Lucy, come get your backpack.

Okay, you got everything
you need, right?

Hey, hey, hey. Easy.

I'm picard.

Mind putting the Cannon down?

Told you I need my own gun.

I'll get the bags.

All right. Come on, girls, come on.

Hop in.

Here, help your sister
with her seat belt.

- Got it?
- Okay, this is off the books.

To get a family into an actual
protection program

would take time and red tape.

Finlay said he can't get
the FBI officially involved yet,

so I'm gonna take a few personal days,

watch the family myself.

Bottom line, do not let this
bite me in the ass.

We are talking about my career here.

Finlay and I are tight,
we ain't that tight.

We won't let you get burned.

Better not.

I told him not to take this job.

Now we get to work.

I'm gonna make some calls, find out
what Joe was doing with homeland.

You're gonna have to do it
on the side.

Teale's got everyone on a snipe hunt.

- Finlay'll fill you in.
- Okay.

What about you?

I'm gonna go see that guard
spivey at warburton.

Whoever paid him
to set up hubble to be killed

is who's running this thing.
Spivey's the key.

He won't tell you anything.

Depends on how I ask.

Taylor spivey.

Chief detective Finlay, margrave pd.

Calling on account of Jack reacher.

Yeah, well, he's pissed.

Says he got tuned up
pretty good while under your roof,

and now he's suing.

Well, he was your prisoner,

and I'm not losing my job over this.

Is there somewhere we can meet up,

get our stories straight
before lawyers start sniffing around?

Okay.

See you there, jackass.

Hey, spivey.

Eh, look who it is.

You know,
I never met detective Finlay,

but I heard all about him.

And you sure as hell don't sound like
a black man from Boston on the phone.

Figured you were setting me up,

so I thought I'd return the favor.

You should've let those boys
kill you in the prison.

It would've been a lot less painful.

Adios.

Let's go.

It's too small.

It'll be uncomfortable.

Not as uncomfortable as
a bullet to the stomach, pendejo.

Well, the smart move
would be to shoot me right here,

but you haven't done that yet.

Maybe you don't want to draw attention

firing outside a crowded bar.

Or maybe you have orders
to take me to your boss

so he can find out how much I know.

Whatever it is, it means
that when I make my move,

you're gonna hesitate.

And you guys know what cato
said about hesitation, right?

"He who hesitates..."

Puta, I'm gonna cut you.

Officer: Stop where you are!

This is Mike-7.
I need backup at the blue cat.

Foot pursuit of one suspect.
Second at large.

All right, yep. Thank you.

Bye, now.

Both avis and hertz confirmed,
no unaccounted-for

rental cars in the entire state.

How many more are we
waiting on answers from, six?

In the Atlanta airport alone.

It didn't go as planned.

Roscoe: Well...

This one's special.

You need stitches.

No, I don't.

Fine. Superglue it is.

Just got off the phone
with the Georgia state police.

No suspects from the blue cat brawl
were apprehended.

Would've been nice to question them.

Maybe next time, don't pull something
like this by yourself.

I said you could work with us.

It's not my fault
spivey didn't buy it.

I shoved a pole as far up my ass
as I could,

I still couldn't sound like you.

You've been here a couple
of days and you've already

thrown down in warburton,
beaten up some locals

and fought a couple of goons
in a parking lot.

They weren't goons.

Probably military, or ex-military.

- South American.
- How could you know that?

'Cause if they weren't I would've
killed them within ten seconds.

How'd you know they were
south American military?

Spoke Spanish, had glock-17s

and the technique one guy
used to head-butt me

was from a martial art called reisy.

Hardly anyone uses except branches of

south American special forces.

Plus, if they weren't, iwould've
killed them within ten seconds.

Why would south American
military be involved in this?

Don't know.

You ever see anyone
like that around margrave?

Not till you showed up.

Then they're hired muscle.
Not running the show.

You're all set.

I have no idea what the hell's
going on around here.

Well, I might, if you're done talking

about spivey
and south American military.

Turns out Joe was working for
the secret services division

- of homeland.
- Doing what?

No one could or would
give me any answers, but...

Secret service covers everything from
mail fraud to protecting the president

to child exploitation.

Your brother could've been
involved in almost anything.

Counterfeiting? Hubble specialized
in currency management.

Yeah, maybe.

But money's at the root
of every crime there is.

Drugs, guns, human trafficking...

- All rotates around cash.
- Roscoe: Well...

I left a voice mail with
the office of investigations.

Figure people usually get hurt
when they're looking

into something others
don't want 'em to, assumed maybe

Joe was an investigator like you.

Good logic.

Thanks, doc.

Where do you think you're going?

Homeland security won't
call back till tomorrow

and by now spivey's heard things
have gone sideways at the bar.

Since his bosses feed screwups
their own testicles,

my guess is he's gotten
out of dodge for a while.

I'm gonna find his house
and search it.

Finlay: Prison guard's
home address won't be public.

And county offices
won't be open till morning.

I'll chase it down then
and handle it myself.

You?

Go get some rest.

- I'm getting a beer.
- Finlay: Absolutely not.

You saw those people at town hall.

They were ready to grab torches

and come after you like Frankenstein.

Reacher: Frankenstein was the doctor.

They went after
Frankenstein's monster.

Details matter.

You're going back to your motel.

I'm just gonna sit in a bar,

have a beer
and think all this through.

And then someone will say
something you don't like

and you'll break
their head open... again.

Not gonna happen.

Now you can go to your motel
right now and sleep

in a comfortable bed,
or I can arrest you for vagrancy

and you can sleep in my holding cell.

He's not a vagrant. He's a hobo.

What?

Just tail him.

Make sure he goes
straight back to the motel.

Hey, I get it.

In the past few days, you've lost
one brother and had four fights.

If anybody needs a drink, it's you.

There's a roadhouse.

Just across the border in Alabama.

Nobody knows you there.

Cold beer, hot music.

But you got to behave.

Maybe they'll even play
that blues stuff you like.

Okay.

Follow me to my place.

I got to change into something
less "law enforcement."

And we got to stop by a gas station,

and get you a t-shirt
with a little less blood on it.

Dj: You're listening to wgut,

blues that hit you right in the gut.

Here's "police dog blues"
by cephas & wiggins,

originally recorded by
the late, great blind Blake.

Hey, isn't that your guy, Blake?

All my life I've been

nice.

A tra velin' man

sta yin' alone
and doin' the best I can

We did it deep
and we did it long

I was ready and she was strong

thanks.

Wait, she said, slow it down

it's not a twist-off.

Till you hear that
engine go through town...

Show off.

Feeling any better?

Not feeling worse.

Well, that's a start, ain't it?

Uh-oh.

They're playin' patsy.

You know what that means.

I'm crazy...

Means we got to dance.
Practically the law.

I don't dance.

You're telling me that your mama

never taught her sons how to dance?

She did, but when I ask
people to dance,

it usually precedes a lot of punching.

Good thing I'm doing the asking.

Come on...

Frankenstein's monster.

Lknew

you'd love me as long

as you wanted

and then someday

you'd leave me for somebody new

worry

why do I let myself worry

wondering

what in the world

did I do?

Oh, crazy

for thinking that my love

could hold you

Oh!

I-I don't need yourjacket.

Move your ass, big guy.

You should've taken myjacket.

I'm a big girl.

Whoa, look at this.

Hey, take a beat, champ.

We're far from margrave.

Not far enough.

I say go, you duck.

What's goin' on?

Road east to the highway's flooded.

No one's getting through tonight.

Is there a motel near here?

Sorry I didn't have anything
in my truck your size.

Could've sworn I had a paint tarp

or a circus tent.

Funny.

I got a sampling from
the vending machine.

Wow.

- You always eat this well?
- I was hungry.

Didn't think room service
would deliver this late.

Hmm.

Oh, yeah.

Going straight for the Clark bar.

Clark bars are the best.

Had these at every px on every base

I ever lived at when I was a kid.

No matter where we were
at the time, Joe and I could always

find a Clark bar.

- You want half?
- No.

Prefer zagnut.

No one prefers zagnut.

- Excuse me?
- What are you eating right now?

Read me the flavor.

Spi...

Read it out loud.

"Spicy cajun crawtators."

There you go.

I'll take a Clark bar.

You okay down there?

I've slept in worse places.

Been all over, huh?

Barely left margrave.

Never really wanted to.

My family's been here
since the town was founded.

Like the teales.

Fuck the teales.

Conklins built this town,
teales stole it.

Old Casper teale got in bed
with the railroads.

Swindled farmers out of their land

and laid tracks
right through their crops.

You still have family in margrave?

My parents died when I was a kid.

But I had gray.

Gray?

Had Finlay's job before Finlay.

He was my parents' best friend.

Always looked out for me.

Kind of like a second dad.

Taught me everything I know
about being a cop.

How to work a case,
keep your notes and files organized.

He was the most

fastidious person I have ever met.

I mean, the man only had
a horseshoe of hair,

and he still had mosley
trim it for him once a week.

But he had a dark side, too.

He was depressed a lot.

Never married.

No kids. Drank.

Hung himself from the rafters
in his garage about a year ago.

I'm sorry.

Always gave me daisies on my birthday.

Daisies are my favorite.

What about you?

Snapdragons.

Cool name, hard to kill.

Yeah, yeah.

That sounds like somebody I know.

No, that wasn't what I was asking you.

I was...

I was wondering if you had
any family I didn't know about?

No. Was basically down to Joe.

Roscoe: Hmm.

If I hadn't have walked
in that bar a few days ago,

heard that blind Blake song,

probably would've been years
before I found out he was dead.

Well, in spite of the circumstances...

It's been nice getting to know you.

Nice getting to know you, too.

Night, reacher.

Good night, Roscoe.

You know, before we get into it,

I could use a real breakfast.

That zagnut ain't cuttin' it.

Should've had the Clark bar.

Yeah?

Reacher: All clear.

Clear.

When they came in, they tracked
through the flower bed.

Rubber overshoes.

They were gonna kill me?

Could've been here for me.
My car was parked out front.

Looks like they plan on coming back.

I'm really gonna need a gun.

Hey...

Call in the cavalry

hey...

A taste of victory

I'm gonna humor you
with the act of conversation

I got my sunglasses on
from the sleep deprivation

should we drop you at home?

Are you waiting
for a last dance?

You know you never got
the call 'cause I didn't want

the romance

hey...

Call in the cavalry

hey...

I'll take some victory

Hey...

Call in the cavalry

hey...

A taste of victory

hey...

Call in the cavalry

hey...

I'll take some victory