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- Previously on Reacher...
- The colonel's promotion's going through.

There's no way a drug operation

that happened
right under his nose

is gonna be publicized
in a huge bust.

Operation Kite Runner
will be shut town.

Mr. Reacher. Malcolm Lavoy.

The people who
want this weaponry

can never be allowed to have it.

If they knew you were involved
in the shady dealings

that created Little Wing
in the first place,

you'd be indicted.

I'm prepared to give you
whatever you need.

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

Our head of security told me
to give you that address.

- Not Tony Swan?
- No.

He's the one trying
to stop all this.

Langston is vicious.

If I didn't cooperate...

things that he
said he would have

done to my daughter.

I want you to run down that way.

It's not always fair, kid.

Hold on, Russo.

- The girl.
- She's okay.

All right, we need
to get you two

out of town to somewhere safe.

I take it Chad's house
was the one place

you thought you
wouldn't be found?

Yeah.

Everyone I trust
with my life or anyone else's

is already involved
in this thing.

Even Finlay up in Boston.

What about Roscoe?
You trust her.

Who's Roscoe?

She's a friend back in Margrave.

Senator Lavoy knew
what happened down there.

If he was able to find out,
Langston could have, too,

and potentially track
Marlo and Jane to Georgia.

Neagley, Dixon, was there
ever a time in your life

when you had very little
attachment to a place?

Digitally, via paper trail,

even emotionally?

It'd have to be after
the military,

'cause the Army knew every time
we scratched our asses.

A few months after
I was discharged,

I went to Buffalo.

Worked in-house at this
debt collection agency.

Only lasted six months
before I quit.

It was a dirty business.

Did you rent
while you were there?

Yeah. Private residence,
apartment over a garage.

Good. No property records.
Landline?

Just my cell phone.
Non-local area code.

- Utilities?
- Nope. Included in the rent.

Well, that's
pretty much perfect.

Anyone there you trust?

My landlord, Bob Lee.
Retired firefighter.

Old-school Irishman.
Lives for his grandkids.

Like that
he was a firefighter.

They have a sense of duty
and honor.

I slipped on ice
in the driveway once,

knocked myself out cold.

Mr. Lee found me, picked me up,

drove me through a blizzard
to Kenmore Mercy.

Guy was 70 at the time.

I don't just trust him
with my life.

He may have
actually saved it once.

You think he'd do you a favor?

I send him homemade soda bread
on St. Patrick's Day

and he calls me every year
on my birthday, so yeah,

- I think he'd do me a favor.
- Buffalo it is.

Great,
I'll give him a call.

It won't be forever.

We just need to kill
a few more people.

Who wants treats?

There was a shitload of options
at the vending machine,

so I kind of got
a sampler's pack there.

What?

Um, can we have candy

or do we need to talk
about murder some more?

That's the only Clark Bar.

So, what's the plan?

O'Donnell and Dixon'll
make sure Marlo and Jane

get off safely.

Neagley and I have business
with Lieutenant Marsh.

Russo's boss?

Russo confronts him
about being dirty

and dies within hours?

I'd say we have a lot
to talk about.

Car's in the driveway.

Decent chance he's home.

I want eyes out here in case
any of Marsh's pals show up.

Copy that.

Reacher.

A good man
died in my arms last night.

Whatever you do to Marsh,

make him feel it.

Is that the going price

of an honest cop's life
these days?

You can try, but that
wouldn't be smart.

Listen, I did not want Russo
to die, all right?

They guy worked under me
since he was a rookie.

That's why you
couldn't do it yourself.

So you made a call.

Just like Langston called
those bikers in Boston.

Cowards like you never
like to get your hands dirty.

No, it wasn't like that.
Okay, yeah,

I told Langston
that Russo was onto him,

but I didn't think
in a million years

that they would kill him.

I figured he's wise up
when they dropped

a bag of cash at his feet.

- Like that one?
- Yeah.

- Who the hell wouldn't take this kind of money?
- Russo wouldn't.

And anyone who knew him as long
as you did would know that.

So when you called Langston, you
knew exactly what would happen.

Go for it...

if you really think you can
grab it and fire before I do.

Or you can tell me
what I want to know

and use that phone
to turn yourself in.

Prison's not a great place
for ex-cops,

but it's better
than the alternative.

Barely.

Aah! Ow!

You just used up
your last bit of goodwill.

Ow.

We know the buyer...
Mahmoud, Mason, Marino

or whatever the hell
he calls himself...

will soon come into possession

of 650 shoulder-fired
surface-to-air missiles,

and that he's due to meet with
Langston and a New Age engineer

to get the Little Wing software
chips installed in the hardware.

I need to know when and where
that meeting's taking place.

I don't know what the fuck
you're talking about.

Nobody ever said anything
like that to me.

Ow, ow!

Oh, God! God... Stop. Please.

I swear I'm telling the truth.

Langston hired me
to keep tabs on Russo

and just tell him when
he got close, that's it.

- Then I guess we're done here.
- No, no, wait, wait!

Stop, stop. Um...

Um, look, uh,
Grant-Grant would know.

- Who's Grant?
- He's the guy you ran over last night.

- He's dead.
- He's not.

Turn-turn on the news.
He's not dead.

He's in intensive care
in Mount Sinai.

See?

Being an honest cop
isn't that hard.

Just ask Russo.

Oh, wait. You can't.

We're square.

Okay. No one's gonna be
looking for you in Buffalo,

but if you guys feel like
you need to stretch your legs,

even just for a block or two,
wear these.

Pull 'em down tight,
low to your eyebrows.

Small precaution,
big benefits, right?

- Yeah. Thank you.
- Okay.

Driver's got five grand
in cash in-pocket.

That guarantees you a safe trip
to Dixon's friend's place.

Okay.

Okay, Jane?

Yeah.

This isn't gonna do.

Well...

You know, when my boys
started in T-ball,

I had to teach 'em
how to break in a cap.

And I know everyone thinks it's
cool to wear 'em straight brim,

but I'm trying to bring back
the classic look.

- You want to help me out?
- Sure.

How's that?

It's good.

Yeah? Let me see.

There you go.

Okay.

Hey.

You're gonna be fine.

Your mom, she's pretty brave.

And the dangerous stuff...
that's over.

So you'll be all right.
I promise.

- Okay.
- Okay?

There you go.

Okay, well, uh...

Typically, it's hard for women
to say goodbye to me,

so let's get you girls
out of here

before you get too attached.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Speed limit all the way, sir.

You're good with the kid.

Would've been
a good girl-dad, too.

Ah, kids are kids.

Don't talk to them
like they're idiots,

usually pretty easy.

You know, we got this.
Reacher, Neagley, and I.

You don't have
to finish this out.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means you've got more
at stake than the rest of us.

If you want, you can
walk away with your chin up.

With my chin up?

Yeah.

Really gonna try
and pull that line with me?

Aw, fuck it,
it was worth a shot.

Yeah, let's get to work, buddy.

Hooah!

I know with
the training holiday coming up,

some of you may have made plans.

Those plans might have
included heading off base.

- Not necessarily.
- What gave you that idea?

But I just heard from
one of our sources

on Operation Kite Runner.

The big buy
is happening tonight.

Hm. Where?

Some abandoned,
military-owned land

about five klicks
northwest of base.

The overflow lot? Motor pool
guys used to go there to drink.

With the DONSA
and everyone

clearing out for the weekend,
someone thought

this would be the perfect time
to offload supply.

- They're wrong.
- Weren't we told in no uncertain terms

that there were to be
no wide-scale arrests,

no conspiracy charges, just,

you know, accept the fact
they were FUBARing

our entire operation
and that was that?

Yes. That's what we were told.

As the longest
tooth here,

I just want to make sure
you understand the ramifications

of going through
with this, Reacher.

I know them
inside and out.

I know that tonight
will be the culmination

of two years
of incredibly hard work

by every member of this team.

I know that defying
a direct order

will permanently damage
and possibly end career paths.

We may not be discharged,
but they'll sure as hell

make us wish we were.

Busted in rank,

shit assignments in
the worst corners of the globe.

But if we do this,

we'll be taking out an operation
pumping thousands of kilos

of heroin into the country.

And we'll be making sure
the criminals hiding behind

the name
of the United States Army

know they can't do so
with impunity.

I think that's an okay trade.

But since I probably have

18 hours left as your CO...

...I'll leave you to make
your own decision.

If any of you don't want
to be involved, I understand.

I couldn't respect you more.

And every one of you
are free to walk out of here

right now with
your chin held high.

Then let's get to work.

They're here, Lieutenant.

Hold on.

Shit.

Don't move! Hands out and up.

On whose orders?

Major Jack Reacher
of the 110th Military Police

Special Investigations Unit.

We have reason to believe
these vehicles have been used

to transport
Schedule One narcotics.

Kneel with fingers
interlocked behind your head

while we conduct our search.

- You don't have a warrant.
- This is the military.

We don't need a search warrant.
On your knees.

You heard the major. Kneel.

Let's go, sunshine.

Neagley, Lowrey,
watch these soldiers.

- Damn it!
- Perhaps you were misinformed.

- O'Donnell.
- Yeah?

Switchblade.

Light...

Got a patch on this one, too.

Ditto that over here.

They're on all of them.

You're under arrest.

My buyers might have something
to say about that.

Cops! Light 'em up!

Duck!

Thanks, kid.

Shit.

Aah!

- Everybody good?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- You good?

Got a runner.

Aah!

Oh, my G...
You broke my fucking leg.

I broke the fence.

The fall broke your leg.

Shut up.

I am starting to see the appeal

of your minimalistic lifestyle.

Never too late to join me.

Can I bring my guitar?

- Nope.
- I'm out.

- Can't forget this, hermano.
- Mm?

Oh.

My lucky lighter.

Oh.

I am definitely

hanging onto this

to show your future wife.

Yeah, well, you're gonna
be holding onto that

for a hell of a long time

because I am
unattached for life.

Ah. Well, I just want to say,

on behalf of all women
everywhere, thank you.

Hey, I had these printed out
in case anyone wants one.

You know, a kind of
sort of keepsake thing.

There you go.

Sweet. Thanks, Franzy.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Thanks, sucker.

- Lose it.
- Yeah.

Thanks, boss.

Won't be your boss for long.

Well, I guess I'm gonna
have to savor it while it lasts.

Who knows when we're gonna
see each other again?

Why would anyone
want to see these clowns?

Wasn't talking about them.

Oh, here we go.

"Free Bird," extended version.

Hell, no. You know the rules.

But I got something
even better.

'Cause we sure did go crazy

on those sons of bitches,
didn't we?

No way!

Everyone enjoying themselves?

Your unit is disbanded.

Each and every one of you
will be disciplined.

Maybe not officially.

But rest assured, Uncle Sam
will get his pound of flesh,

and I...

well, I just got my ass handed
to me by the colonel himself.

And you've decided
to throw a goddamn party!

Don't stand at attention
like you respect me.

I told you how
I wanted this case wrapped up.

Yes, sir.

Why'd you fuck me?

If you're looking for an
apology, there isn't one coming.

You know,

when you first got the 110th,

all the brass said that

you would eventually fuck it up.

Glad I didn't disappoint.

110th...

Special Investigators Unit,

you're all hereby
relieved of your duty.

Effective immediately.

110th...

dismissed.

Yeah.

Come on, Swan, play it!

- Wish I had my piece.
- Any decent cop

would see the outline
of a weapon in these scrubs.

We go in nice and easy,
get the info we need

and we're gone.

Fine.

But nothing with you
is ever nice and easy.

Hi, Grant.

You yell or make noise,
I'll tear your trachea out

and your last thought'll be,
"Holy shit, he really did it."

When and where
is Langston meeting his buyer?

- I don't know.
- I think you do.

You're a loose end who's
gonna be questioned as soon as

he's medically cleared.
You don't think Langston

has someone on the way here
right now to take you out?

I don't know anything.

Let's make sure.

What the hell?

What are you doing?

Hey! What are...

Shh, shh, shh, shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.

You know
how a catheter works?

There's a balloon inflated
in your bladder

holding it in place.

If I fill the balloon port
with air, it'll burst

the balloon and tear your
urethra apart like a piñata.

I've messed up a lot of guys
a lot of ways,

but I've never done that.

To be honest, I'm kind of
curious how you'll react.

So if I were you,
I'd start talking.

Okay, here we go.

I can't understand a word he's saying.

Okay, okay. Fuck.

Fuck.

Langston's meeting
the buyer tomorrow.

- What time?
- Five a.m.

Where?

Langston keeps things
on a need-to-know basis.

That's it, I swear.

Fuck!

Keep it the hell down, buddy.

I swear to God...

I told you all I know.

Lucky for you,
it looks suspicious

when your insides blow up.

Hospital checks
security cameras,

sees us coming in here,
causes all kinds of trouble.

But if you have an embolism
after a car accident...

...no one suspects a thing.

What?

A gift... from Gaitano Russo.

No.

- Hurry! Over here! Come here!
- Out of the way, please.

- He's flatlining.
- Hands on deck.

I need a crash cart!

We have a Code Blue!
Move, move!

That way.

Up ahead.
Doctor scrubs, but look

at the stethoscope.
Only nurses carry paper tape.

Looks like
he grabbed what he could

and threw it on,
just like we did.

Langston hates loose ends.

Doc's coming for Grant.

Oh!

Fuck you!

Shit.

I wanted to question him.

Maybe we can still
get some answers?

Give me some good news.

Sure. You're down another man,

but I left his body
in the morgue for convenience.

Oh, that's okay.

Since you've made it a habit
of taking out my guys,

I've come up
with my own contingency plan

and I've got two of your guys.

Bullshit.

See, I still know people
in the police department.

And after the untimely death
of Officer Russo,

I had the GPS
on his precinct car run.

Nothing unusual, except for
a visit to the Jade East Motel,

a by-the-hour tug joint

that that Boy Scout
would never visit

unless he was working a case.

Just so happened
it was the same night

as a hell of a fender-bender
in the New Age lobby.

So, today,

I sent some of my boys
over there

and guess what they found?

Your pals.

What do you want?

I got an R & D facility
in Rockland County.

You and your buddy
surrender your weapon

and stay under the watch of
my men there till this is over.

And then
I'll let you all go, alive.

Says a guy
who doesn't like loose ends.

You know, this has gone
way too far.

But soon, my associates
and I will have $65 million

and we won't have a reason
to kill you.

More bodies means
more bullshit, so you

and your cohort come here,

and this is over for all of us
before you know it.

My cohort's name is Neagley.

And she's dead.

Your guy killed her
in the hospital basement.

Then I slit his jugular
with a bone saw.

Then you come here now.

But if you fuck around
and call the cops,

I'll kill the only two friends
you have left.

Cops are already here.

I'm at the scene
of a double homicide

waiting to be questioned.

I leave now,
they start tailing me.

You want them
following me to you?

I'll be there sometime tonight.

When I show up,
I need proof of life.

Oh, you'll get it.

But if you try anything cute,
you'll get proof of death.

Langston was a cop for 30 years.

You don't think
he can pull a few strings

and find out
I'm not at the coroner's?

Eventually. Until then,
I bought us some time.

To do what?

Yeah.

There's a Jack Margrave
on the line for you.

He says it's urgent.

Put him through.

- Mr. Reacher.
- I'm about to tear the apple cart to pieces.

You still prepared
to give me everything I need?

One hundred percent.

Your private security...
former SEALs and Rangers?

Two SEALs, one Ranger.

Good. I need 'em.

Well, if that's what
it's gonna take

to make all this go away, done.

Look, Reacher,

I know that you think I'm some
feckless scumbag politician,

but I was just trying
to do right by our country.

Yes, maybe I...
maybe I wet my beak a little.

But I didn't know that
it would lead to people dying.

You got to believe me on that.

You want absolution,
talk to a priest.

Now, here's exactly
what I need you to do.

Lot of
exterior lighting.

Anyone trying to cross
is gonna get lit up

like a Wrigley Field night game.

Not to mention the camera mounts
all around the perimeter.

Langston said if anything
suspicious goes down,

he'll kill Dixon and O'Donnell.

There's no way to initiate
a plan from the outside

without putting them at risk.

That's why I have to do this
from the inside.

Get a jump on 'em.

You're just gonna walk in there?

You have no idea
what he's gonna do to you.

That's not exactly true.

We saw Franz's autopsy record.

Cuffs, torture?

No, Reacher.

Don't worry. I'm not just
gonna lie down and take it.

No, it's all right.
Cheers, cheers, cheers.

Good song.

Thought kids only listened
to garbage.

Hey!

I told you punks this is
private property. Now beat it.

Private property
starts at the fence, man.

My parents pay for this road
with their tax dollars.

If you don't get out of here,
I'm not gonna

call the cops this time, I'm
just gonna kick all your asses.

Eat shit, narc.

Oh. And the fence
is electrified.

I like that kid.

'Cause he fights the power?

No.

'Cause he just gave me an idea.

Sir.

You're on time.

Though it's expected,
it is still appreciated.

Show me, please.

Perfect.

The New Age engineer
who has the Little Wing chips.

Take me to him.

Guy your pal Reacher
killed in the hospital?

We were on the force
with him for years.

Someone that you served with

getting violently killed?

Well...

I have no idea
what that feels like.

He's a funny one.

He's got
his funny little remarks.

His funny little toys.

You know, these things

don't do any good
if you don't keep 'em sharp.

Let's see how well
you maintain your tools.

Aah!

Okay.

It's time.

Hold on.

What?

Nothing. It's just...

I've been thinking about
Operation Kite Runner lately.

Strange.

So have I.

We went into that case knowing
it was a losing proposition.

And we all got burned.

Kind of getting
that same vibe now.

We put bad guys in the ground,
we put bad guys in jail.

I prefer the former,
but it was far from a loss.

It killed the 110th,
figuratively.

And now someone's actually
killing the 110th, literally.

You're about to walk
into a buzzsaw, Reacher.

This plan?

We might die.

Everyone dies eventually.

I'm aware.

But I'd prefer
to not do it today.

Wouldn't you?

People live and then they die.

As long as we do both properly,

there's nothing much to regret.

If this goes to shit,
I just don't want to be

the last living member
of our outfit.

We investigated, we prepared.

Now we execute.

And I have my best soldier
covering my ass, right?

Damn right.

Besides, if this
all went to shit,

you wouldn't be the last member
of the 110th for long.

They'd kill you within 24 hours.

Asshole.

That's far enough. Hands up.

I'll hold onto this for you.