All language subtitles for Reacher- 2×8

- Previously on Reacher...
- Little Wing can knock

anything out of the sky.

- Azhari Mahmoud.
- Yeah, we've been calling him A.M.

His only God is money.

This buy was supposed
to happen with bearer bonds.

You can carry an untraceable
fortune in a briefcase.

Tony Swan's alive.
Swan personally

signed off on the shipment;
it's a digital thumbprint.

I'm not gonna assume
Swan's dirty.

In an investigation,
assumptions kill.

- Malcolm Lavoy.
- If anyone knew you were involved, you'd be indicted.

Get rid of the bad guys,
keep my hands clean.

- We call that a win-win.
- Someone in engineering

had manipulated
the testing board

to randomly flag
operational chips

- as defective.
- The Little Wing chips will be ready

to install in the missiles
by the time you get here.

- Perfect.
- We need to know exactly

where the missiles are headed,
so we can intercept them.

- What do you want?
- You and your buddy come here now.

My cohort's name is Neagley,
and she's dead.

Your private security,
former Seals and Rangers,

- I need 'em. - Done.
- Hey. Beat it.

That kid just gave me an idea.

What, you're just gonna
walk in there?

Don't worry,
I'm not just gonna

lie down and take it.

Hands up.

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Stop.

Fuck.

Surveillance photos
don't do you justice.

You're gonna make a hell of
a hole when you hit the ground.

A hell of a hole.

Get him ready.

Yeah, what did you find out?

Climb on.

No.

No?

You aren't in charge here...

Where is she?

Must've got a call from
one of your pals on the force.

There's only one body
down at the coroner's office,

and it ain't Neagley.
Now, where is she?

Put the gun down.

We both know you can't shoot me
till you find her.

She's your last loose end.

You're right.

I can't shoot you.

Fuck.

Sit down. We're gonna talk.

I don't want
to leave anything

for ballistics.
Dig that slug out of him.

We got 'em right
where we want 'em, boss.

One.

Two.

One.

Two.

One.

Two.

Perimeter guards neutralized.
What's your ETA?

Three minutes out.

Copy that.

Oh, God.

I had this whole thing
planned out.

We get paid,

let some time go by,

and then quietly retire.

But then your boy Swan
starts sniffing around.

He brought his pals in on it,

and fucked

my well-thought-out plan

like a Times Square

whore!

But that's okay,
'cause now we use Swan

to sign off on our paperwork.

If anybody else comes
poking around,

it looks like he did the deal,
took the money and ran.

And I still end up
with my toes in the sand

and a bronze ass on my lap.

But now that plan has
gone to shit, too,

'cause I got one of you
fucking assholes

running around out there.

Where is she?!

You seem upset.

You're too stubborn
for your own fucking good.

Just like the men
you used to command.

I offered to cut Swan in.

- Where is he?
- Your buddy?

He's here.

You want to see him?

See, I didn't need
all of him to frame him.

Just his fingerprint

to get into the computer,

sign off on some documents,

and his iris to scan

when he logged in and out of
certain parts of the building.

And a pristine house...

It looked like he took
the money and ran,

even leaving
his poor dog behind.

Had to be a hero.

Did you teach him that?

Is this your fault?

This reunion's over.

I got a meeting with a man
that's gonna

give me $65 million.

Load those two on a chopper,

and then come back
for this asshole.

No matter what I do to you,

you're not gonna tell me
where Neagley is, are you?

Yeah... piece of shit.

You came through,
Lavoy.

Sweet.

Fuck.

We don't want to leave
anything behind.

Go flush this.

You know, after I get my money,

I may have some of my guys go by

and find Neagley's father,
pick him up.

That ought to flush her
out of the woodwork.

What do you think?

I just really,
really hate loose ends.

Are those fucking kids back?

Go run them the hell
out of here.

We don't want any witnesses
when we leave.

Hey! I thought I told you kids
to stay the hell away from here.

I'm telling you
for the last time,

get back in your car,

get out of here
before I kick your ass.

Okay, boss. Just let me
finish my beer, okay?

As soon as you have them
secure on that 'copter,

go find out why that
fucking music is still playing.

Now!

Ah!

Hey, hey!

Keep your head down
and stay here.

Come on!

- Over there.
- Stay here.

- Hey, boss.
- Neagley.

We got to cut our losses,
meet our buyer, get paid,

get the hell out of the country

before the cops
and the feds show up.

Jefferson Airplane?

Why no Hendrix?

I'm with Swan.
Hendrix is overrated.

- What about the other guys?
- Fuck 'em!

Ah!

Langston's getting away.

Get this thing up in the air.

It's gonna take a few minutes
to warm up first.

No. Let's go now,
you son of a bitch.

All right.

How much ammo you got?

Not enough to cover
your slow ass

if you're planning on
running out of here.

You're gonna have to make do.

On three.

One, two, three.

Here we go.

Shit.

Open the back doors.

Ladies first.

It's your turn, sweetheart.

Time for you to fly.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Ah!

Fuck it. Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

Reacher!

Jesus Christ, Reacher.

You just don't know

when to quit!

Ah!

You're one tough son of a bitch,
I'll give you that.

Get him.

Here's the deal.

I can use
your pal's brass knuckles

and smash your skull, or...

you can let the bitch fall,

and I'll be merciful
and toss you out after her.

Ah!

No, no.

Wait...

You better hold
this thing steady,

or we're gonna find out
the hard way if I can land it.

Yes, ma'am.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait...

Oh!

No, no, no, no! You...

You can still
stop the missiles

from getting into
the hands of the terrorists.

No, no, no, no!
No, no, no!

Don't! Don't kill me,
and I'll tell you

where I was gonna meet Mahmoud.

You assume that's the
information I need, Langston.

But in an investigation,
assumptions kill.

No.

That was
a really cool line,

but I hope you actually know
where the hell A.M.'s heading.

I don't. But he does.

What do you say, flyboy?

They're going to meet
one of the New Age engineers

at his home
so he can teach the buyers

how to put the Little Wing chips
into the rockets.

Look, I have the coordinates.
Please, just don't kill me.

Take us there.

Excellent.
Langston's already here.

You're not Langston.

No shit.

Get inside.

There must be some mistake.

I don't know any of you people.

Sorry to disappoint.

Your little scientist friend's
being held in the barn

with the pilot.

You killed our friends.

Over this stuff.

You killed them.

I understand
that you're upset,

but I didn't kill your friends.

- I didn't even know them.
- But I know you.

You don't care
how many people die

so long as you get
your finder's fee.

Arrest me and get it over with.

We could do that, but...

bet a guy like you...

...probably got a top-notch
lawyer on speed dial.

We'll give you one chance.

Tell us who you're
selling the weapons to.

Oh, I-I'm sorry, that would ruin
my reputation and my business.

Not that I would expect
any of you to understand.

I can see that you're idealists.

Besides, your issues
aren't with me.

I don't fire the weapons.
I'm the middleman.

It's-it's just business.

- You think that makes it better?
- Yes, I do.

Between the seller of
the gun or the user,

I prefer to be the seller.

The base mindset that
a person has to embrace

to actually pull the trigger
is no better than...

Here.

Guessing
from all the gunfire

we don't have anyone
to worry about anymore.

- Affirmative.
- Huh.

What do you want to do
with these two?

Hey, man.

I didn't kill anyone,

and I didn't have anything
to do with those missiles.

I only flew the chopper.

I was just doing my job.

What's your excuse?

I was just gonna show him
how to implement the chips.

I had no idea what they were all
gonna be used for.

Please, I'm just an engineer.

Get out of here.
Both of you.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

Don't hog the beer, O'Donnell.

Yeah.

Cold tonight.

Only gonna get colder.

Yup.

Just wait till
they're over the river,

past that ridge.

Copy that.

I think we're good, Neagley.

Fire in the hole.

Wait for it...

I guess Little Wing works.

You got to be shitting me.

Sorry, but Senator Lavoy
was clear.

No one can ever know
what really happened.

Can't take the risk
one of you might talk.

I underestimated you guys.

Didn't think
we'd take it this far?

Didn't think
you'd wait this long.

I thought you might make a move

as soon as I let them
get on the chopper.

Me, too.

Maybe they just really wanted

to see me shoot
those assholes down.

It was pretty cool.

I figured Lavoy was
the kind of guy

that would cover his ass.

That's why I didn't just
call Lavoy.

I also called Omar Karim
in Homeland.

I think that's him now.

Down,
down, down!

Hands!

- Let me see your hands!
- Move!

Cutting it pretty close.

When is government
ever efficient?

- Lavoy?
- Tac team's standing by.

Thought you might want
to do the honors.

Is it over?

Almost.

There's just one last loose end
that needs tying up.

I think this is
what's called a win-win.

You've got the green light.

Lavoy!
Homeland Security!

Lay on the ground!
Get down!

Show me your hands.

Move, move, move!

Lavoy's having a bad day.

We had a deal.

Get going.
We'll clean up here.

Oh, one more thing...

Where's the money?

What money?

Looks like you had
a rough night.

Had worse.

What can I get you?

Coffee. Black.

Same.

Yeah, you can bring the pot.

For you, ma'am?

Cereal.

Pops, Puffs or Pebbles,

in that order of preference.

And a chocolate milkshake,
thanks.

So...

what are we gonna do
with 65 million simoleons?

That's a lot of lettuce.

Got to use it to make up for
some of the pain it caused.

Sure, but what specifically?

Big decisions...

Well, I sure am glad
that I'm not the senior officer

in charge of this unit,
got to make choices like that.

Don't look at me.

What a shocker.

The guy with no mortgage,
no car payments and no job

- doesn't want the responsibility.
- You care less

about money than anybody
I've ever met, Reacher.

You should be in charge of it.
Handle it, Big Guy.

- Thank you.
- This just in...

Police say
they've recovered two bodies

from the wreckage of
a helicopter that went down

in the Hudson River
early this morning.

- Just terrible.
- A fisherman who witnessed the crash...

Yeah. Real shame.

...said the
chopper had a stream of smoke

trailing behind it,
followed by an explosion.

Investigators are
blaming the tragedy

on system malfunction
and possibly pilot error.

Sounds like your friend
at Homeland has things handled.

Got 50 cents?

You have 65 million
three inches from you.

Juke boxes don't take
bearer bonds.

Start me a new tab.

Mm-hmm.

How can you not know
where it came from?

You're the bank.
Yeah.

It's millions of dollars
earmarked for my kids.

It can't be from my brother.

He...

...he died recently.

I'm gonna miss you.

Take care of the spot.

We got you.
Send us a postcard.

Key West or bust.

Hey, do we know
someone named Swan?

Or a dog named Maisi?

I don't think so. Why?

Got a donation in their name.

Mr. Neagley, I'm Connie Bumbry
from Chicago Home Health.

I'm part of the team
that's been hired

to provide you
around-the-clock medical care.

That was my dad.

What did you do?

You would've felt funny

if I'd just put cash
in your account,

but you won't take it away
from your father.

He's good for
the rest of his life.

Whatever he needs.

There's more than a bit
left over for you.

I ever tell you
you're a good friend, Reacher?

Not nearly enough.

What about me?

What did the world's
scariest Santa Claus

put under my tree this year?

I didn't give you a penny.

but I put a shitload
in your kids' names.

Credit Union around the corner
from your house.

It'll cover private school
tuition, college, trade school.

From the looks of it,

the defense lawyers
they'll eventually need.

Now you only have
to take the sleazy,

adjacent jobs you want to take.

I'm, uh, speechless.

That's a first.

Speaking of jobs...
you can quit yours.

I started
a Delaware LLC in your name.

Fully funded.
Go hang your own shingle.

You're too smart to be
working for anyone but yourself.

Wow. I, uh...
I just, um...

Wow.

Thank you.

What about you, Big Dog?

What did you get for yourself?

I need a new toothbrush.

Oh, my God, he's serious.

You know, Reacher,

when I found out that
you were...

...wandering the Earth

with nothing but what you could
carry in your pockets...

I thought you'd lost your mind.

But...

there's a part of me
that thinks that

you're the only one out of us
that's got it all figured out.

Can't believe
I'm gonna say this,

but I actually miss Swan's
guitar playing right now.

To absent friends.

- To absent friends.
- To absent friends.

So...

...this is it.

It's our last night together.

We should take another picture.

Yeah, we should.

Hell yeah.

Guess you're not gonna let me
just take this one either, huh?

Not a chance, boss.

Hey. Come on.

Okay.

Good, you're awake.

I thought you'd gone.

I did.

Bought you a present.

Now you can actually
get yourself something

with the money.

Please, Reacher.

You deserve it.
Do it for me.

Okay.

And there's something
else you can do.

Name it.

Come home with me.

I really want you
to meet my parents.

I'm fucking with you.

Look, I don't know about you,

but I see what we've been
doing these past few days

not so much as...

"new business"
but "old business."

Old business that really needed
to be taken care of.

Mm.

Damn right it did.

And before this
meeting's adjourned,

I think this particular item
needs one last going over.

I second that motion,

but I saw O'Donnell out front,

and I told him that
I'd share a cab with him

to the airport
so I've only got a minute.

This might take
more than a minute.

That's not what O'Donnell said.

This is what
you bought yourself?

That's a Trailways Pass.

I can ride the bus anywhere
in the country for a year.

That's $1,980 of freedom,
Neagley.

Well, I guess
at least for the next 365 days

I won't have to worry
that you're out there

hopping freight trains.

And, for the record...

...I'm not as comfortable
with this arrangement

as I thought I was.

Years without seeing each other,
never speaking,

getting together
only when we're being shot at?

You need to get better
at staying in touch.

Is that understood?

Yes, Master Sergeant.

Bye, Neagley.

One more thing.

You've referred to the Special
Investigators as your team,

your soldiers,
even your friends.

But you know
we're more than that, right?

Where you coming from?

Right here.

Doing what?

Visiting family.

So, where you headed?

No idea.

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