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Grew up in the military,
worked in the military.

Always told where to
go, when to be there.

Now I see my country on my own terms.

Motels, cash, fake names. Travel light.

Mostly I take buses or
hitchhike. You get used to it.

Commanded the 110th

special investigations
unit of the military police.

You refer to these special investigators

as your team?

They're soldiers. You need new friends.

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

Hundred thousand years
ago there were people

who stayed by the campfire,
and people who wandered.

I'm pretty sure I'm a direct
descendant of the wandering type.

It's just who I am.

I don't care about process, just product.

And this product emotes feelings.

Hey, man, greatest song
on the subject of water.

Ocean, river, stream, it doesn't matter.

It's gotta be "surfin' safari," right? So?

"Surfin' safari's" a rip-off of
Chuck Berry's "sweet little sixteen,"

so that knocks it out on principle.

Man.

Solid answer. What can I do for you?

Your sign says you buy vinyl.

Ethel merman disco album.

- Are you shitting me?
- But this is a college town.

Some hipster will buy 'em to be ironic.

No...

What the hell?

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

Okay.

Okay...

- No. Please?
- I'm not gonna hurt you.

- Get in.
- Well, I

they may have backup on the way.

Hey!

You shot a cop.

I didn't know.

I thought he was pulling a gun.

- We got to go. Now!
- What?

Why are people trying to kidnap you?

Campus police?

- Are you shitting me?
- Pull over.

I killed a cop with an illegal gun!

Well, it was an accident.

I'm not explaining my way out of this.

Get down!

Look out!

Hang on.

You could have killed 'em!

I slowed 'em enough to limit the impact.

But I bet they called the real cops.

I got to find a new ride.

We're only a few miles from campus.

There could be more kidnappers
coming up right behind us.

You're gonna steal it?

Parked out back with a sun shade?

Probably belongs to an employee
who won't notice it's missing

till tonight.

Gives me a head start.

Keep an eye out.

Hey, where'd you
learn to do all this stuff?

Steal cars, drive like that?

- Shoot people?
- Army.

Other stuff I picked up here and there.

You got a phone?

Why?

So you can call for a ride.

Tell 'em you're in shock and
can't remember what I look like.

What? No! You can't just leave me here.

What if those guys find me?

What am I supposed to
do? Take you to the cops?

I can't do that after what I did.

So then take me home.

No.

Done enough for you for one day.

I got to disappear.

Please.

I'm a drifter who used an
unlicensed gun to kill a cop.

I'm not taking any chances.

I'm getting lost.

My dad's rich.

And connected. He
can... he can help you.

Why would he do that?

Well, you saved his son.

That cop was an accident. Right?

So, look, he'll j... He'll just be grateful

that you kept me from
getting kidnapped again.

- Again?
- First time was five years ago.

That what happened to your ear?

They wanted to make a point.

- 'Cause your dad wouldn't pay the ransom?
- Yeah.

After he got my ear in the mail, he paid.

Not as bad as you did.

Kidnapping is a rare
crime in this country.

Pretty unlucky it almost
happened to you twice.

What does your father do for a living?

Imports rugs.

That all he imports?

He's just a rug merchant.

But he's got generational wealth,
and that makes me a target.

So the guy who got blown up
in your car wasn't your driver.

- He was your bodyguard.
- Yeah.

Tell your dad to hire
a better one next time.

Guy who took a run at you was a pro.

If it hadn't been for me,
it would have worked.

Okay, so then, take me home

and let my dad repay
you for what you did.

Y-You want to disappear? You-you
need money? He has money.

Please.

You got a name, kid?

Richard. Richard Beck.

Get in, Richard.

- Get out of the car.
- Yeah, it's all right, Paulie.

I talked to my dad and
told him we were coming.

I don't give a shit.

Get out.

No.

Just let him do it.

- He's rude.
- Please.

You know what I'm hoping to find?

More hgh and a hypodermic needle?

A reason to kick your ass, shithead.

And maybe you just gave it to me.

His-his gun is in the
glove compartment, Paulie.

Here, just take it.

Why is it empty?

Because I shot all the bullets.

Lot of security for a rug merchant.

I told you. He's rich.

Your dad's employees always

talk like that to his son's friends?

Paul Van hoven does
whatever he wants.

Yeah. Are... are you hungry?

Sure.

I'll make him a plate.

I can just take that one on the counter.

That's not for you. And
you don't have time to eat.

Beck wants to see you.

Office is upstairs, down
the hall and to the right.

I can show you.

No. He wants to see him alone.

And that's Chapman
Duke, head of security.

Why is he eating outside?

Who knows? But you
better do what he says.

Mr. Reacher.

Just... reacher.

Noted.

I'm Zachary Beck.

You had some morning.

I bet you could use a drink.

This is 50-year-old Macallan.

I only open it for my top
business associates...

And people who save my son's life.

Suit yourself.

Have a seat there.

Okay, fine.

Don't sit.

I'm sure you heard what Richard
told me about the attempted kidnapping

when he called me from the car.

What can you add to that?

Just that the guy you hired
to look after him was useless.

- You're speaking ill of the dead.
- A ratty old pickup

hanging around a rich-kid college town?

What kind of bodyguard
doesn't clock that?

But you noticed a detail that small.

I tend to do that.

What makes you so good
at threat assessment?

I was in the army. Mp.

I was trying to unload records

- for some extra cash.
- Is that your job?

Selling used records in
new england college towns?

There a lot of money in that?

- Don't have a job.
- So, how do you pay the rent?

Don't have a home.

- I move around a lot.
- With a gun?

Wherever I go, trouble
just seems to find me.

I understand you accidentally
killed a police officer.

I just need a place to
lie low for a few days

and then some money to
buy a fake I.D. for a clean start.

That's no small ask.

But I do owe you.

Let me think it over and I'll...

Figure out the best way I can be of help.

Okay.

Duke.

Sir, could you show Mr. Reacher
back to the kitchen, please?

I believe Agnes has
some nice Shepherd's pie.

I gripped it firmly so you'll
have a clear set of prints to run.

Don't be offended, Mr. Reacher.

Just need to know who you are.

I'm the guy who saved
your son's other ear.

If I go in to hit the head,
you gonna hold it for me?

If I want to.

Hey, hey, where are you going?

- To check on the kid.
- We'll take care of him.

Like your guy did this morning?

You forgot to add the guard house.

No, I didn't.

How was your talk with my dad?

He has trust issues.

Surprised he hasn't come to check
on you. Considering all that happened.

We talked on the phone.
He knows I'm okay.

He'll check on me soon.

Okay.

Where's your mother?

Since I was four, St.
Sebastian's cemetery.

You only paint what you
see out those windows?

Paint what you know.

You ever paint, reacher?

No.

Well, if you did, what would it be of?

I don't know.

Dogs, maybe.

Beck wants to see you.

Guess it's back to the office.

We're not going back to the office.

Sit.

Today's excitement made the news.

Lot of buzz for a college town.

I get made?

Guys at the record shop
gave a general description,

but that could match
any inside linebacker, so

no one knows who you are.

But we do.

We ran your prints.

That was fast.

Must have some serious connections.

Everything we do here is serious.

Your record is impressive.

West point graduate.

Two silver stars, purple heart.

Green clovers, blue diamonds.

He's a fucking bowl of lucky charms.

Paulie was in the army, too.

He doesn't like officers.

You failed the ocs exam.

Not surprised.

You don't look like you could spell ocs.

What if I could do more than
give you a couple bucks, reacher?

At a time we're short a man,
it appears we're under attack.

'Cause you're a rug merchant?

Because I'm wealthy. And powerful.

So I hear.

And because of that,
you want to hire me?

Maybe.

But first a little test.

What am I supposed to do with that?

You're gonna play
Russian roulette, asshole.

Federal law prevents you from asking
me if I'm married during a job interview,

so I'm pretty sure this isn't allowed.

I need to see if you have any stones.

If you can follow orders.

- To work for a rug merchant.
- You shot a cop.

We can turn you in or
you can do what you're told.

Those are your choices.

What if I just shoot you instead?

That would be the last thing you do.

Good. We got that out of the way.

You proved your point.

Welcome to the team, reacher.
Duke will get you squared away.

You're kidding.

Thought I was on the team.

I got enough crazy on
my hands with Paulie.

I don't need your big ass walking
around here with a gun, too.

I'm not crazy.

I know the bullet didn't have
any powder in it. It's a dud.

What would you have
done if I had killed myself?

Same thing we did with the last guy.

Let's go!

You start first thing in the
morning. You're locked in until then.

Why?

Because Beck might
trust you now, but I don't.

- What if I don't like that arrangement?
- Call the cops.

- Yeah?
- I'm in.

Wait.

Wait! Wait!

Wait!

Hey. We'll catch the next one, okay?

Don't do it.

What?

You're gonna take the next bus with
that woman and steal from her bag.

Fuck you.

Only one bus runs on this line.

You didn't take the last one
'cause your marks were bad.

One guy had a locked briefcase,
the other two didn't have anything.

The woman at the end of this bench

has an unclasped purse and a four-year-old
taking up most of her attention.

Easy pickings.

Are you a cop?

Don't need to be to see
your clumsy approach.

Exact fare in quarters?

What teenager after 1994 walks
around with quarters in their pocket?

No.

You're new at this.

If you were a pro, you'd have a bus pass.

What are you gonna do?

Here.

You need money, right? Take it.

Then go get a job.

Because the next guy who catches
you stealing might not give you a hundred.

He might give you a beating.

Thanks.

Give me your phone.

110th special investigators.
Warrant officer Powell speaking.

This is Jack reacher. I need to
speak to your C.O. immediately.

Sorry, sir. Major Turner is unavailable.

Tell her to call me back asap.

I'm calling in that favor she owes me.

I can do that, sir, but she
won't get the note for a while.

She's on assignment.

Undercover and incommunicado
for at least two weeks.

Is this really major reacher?

Like, the Jack reacher
who started the 110th?

It is.

I need your help, Powell.

Whatever you need, sir.

- Run a license plate for me.
- Of course. Shoot.

Civilian. Maine.

Seven. Seven. Four. Tango. Lima.

Running now.

Hey... Mind if I ask you a question?

Shoot.

Your old desk is still
here and there's a dent

on the right-hand side.

Legend is you made
it with a colonel's head.

That true?

David O'Donnell did that messing
around with Stan Lowrey's bowling ball.

Lowrey got back at him by drawing

genitals on his face when
O'Donnell fell asleep on the couch.

Man, we've heard stories
about those guys, too.

Looks like something's
up with their system.

I can give you a call when I get
it. Can I reach you at this number?

No. Take down where I'm staying.

Federal agents. Open up.

Where you going, Mr. Reacher?

Who says my name's reacher?

Not the guy that runs this shithole.

He says you registered as Rob refsnyder,

but you don't look much
like a middle infielder to me.

Now, do you wanna talk by the dumpster

or can we find a place
that smells less like vomit?

Nice place.

Motel 6 was booked.

This is like a motel 2.

It's not like I invited you here, agent...?

Duffy. Susan Duffy. The two
you left standing at the door

with their dicks in their
hands are eliot and Villanueva.

Why'd you run?

We identified ourselves
as federal agents.

Anyone can say they're anything.

This place attracts a
criminal element. I panicked.

You don't seem like the
panicking type, Mr. Reacher.

Just reacher.

Okay, reacher. Why do you use an alias?

I like my privacy.

- Is that why you gave no address?
- No.

Then why no address?

Because I don't have one.

What are you doing in Maine?

I wanted good lobster.

- We're being serious.
- So am I.

I was in cape may, I had subpar
lobster, wanted better, so I came up here.

- You think this is funny?
- I think this is a waste of my time.

I don't know what you want from
me, but I know I want nothing from you.

So I'm going back to my room.

To wait for a call from
warrant officer Powell?

Don't bother. It's not coming.

So, why don't you drop
your seat warmer in that chair.

You can finish feeding daffy and
we can finish our conversation.

Powell gave you up.

He wouldn't roll till we threatened him
with obstructing a federal investigation.

- Kid was nearly in tears.
- Fuckin' embarrassing.

What federal investigation?

We're looking into a rug import
business called bizarre bazaar.

And the DEA think rugs aren't
the only thing they're importing.

Several weeks ago, a
high-level, L.A.-based drug dealer

flew to Maine for a meeting
with the owner of bizarre bazaar.

Major drug runners don't
travel 3,000 miles to buy carpets.

So we figure the owner of
bizarre bazaar is his supplier.

Which would make him
responsible for most of the poison

being pumped into the
western United States.

Problem is, we can't dig
anything up on the guy.

Not even an address.

Figure the property's set
up under an llc or something.

What's this got to do with me?

The license plate you
ran was screwed to the car

that brought the carpet
king to that meeting.

We flagged the number on the
system so Powell tripped our alarm

when he looked it up for you.

Why were you checking the plate?

Maybe the driver hit my car and ran off.

Did he hit your car and run off?

I don't own a car.

Zachary Beck. You know him?

Shit's sake. Eliot, you don't
give the guy we're questioning

the name of the subject,
then ask if he knows him.

Sorry. Shit.

I don't know him.

You recognize anyone here?

No.

I'll tell you what I think. I think
you saw someone in that car

you did recognize and
now you're looking for them.

So who was it?

According to Powell, you were
some kind of army super-cop.

We checked you out. More
awards than Tom Brady.

Fuck that traitor.

That's why we're coming to
you now. We need your help.

Then you really must be desperate.

- Buddy, you don't know the half of it.
- And I don't want to.

At least until you do something for me.

You're not the kind of
guy I wanna do a favor for.

- Why is that?
- You're a pain in the ass.

You answer questions like an asshole.

- You always so direct?
- You always so frustrating?

So what can I do for you, reacher?

Check hospital records
around linton, Virginia

on or just after march 13th, 2012.

- What are we looking for?
- An Asian American man in his 40s,

brought in with injuries consistent

with a small-caliber
gunshot wound to the head,

a high fall and drowning.
Look, you're the feds.

You've got resources.
You find something, call me.

Maybe then we can
talk about what you need.

So, we found your guy.

Washed up on a beach barely
alive just south of, whatsit, Virginia.

- Linton.
- Whatever.

Wounds matched your description.

Small-caliber bullet lodged in
his skull, massive internal injuries.

Some beachcomber found him.

Doctors figure the
freezin' water saved him.

- Hypothermia.
- Yup.

Slowed his heart so he didn't bleed,

decreased oxygen demand
prevented brain damage.

Took the docs about six months to
put humpty dumpty together again.

He tell the medical staff
what happened to him?

Claimed he didn't remember.

File?

Psychiatrists interviewed
the guy regularly

when he was in the hospital.

He stuck to his story.

Do you see anyone else eating?

What? I was at the kinko's
first thing copying the files,

- I didn't have time for break...
- they diagnosed traumatic amnesia.

Thought he was probably
genuinely blank about the incident

and the previous day or two,

but they figured he must
remember things from before that.

They got the impression
maybe he was pretending not to.

They kept questioning
him, but he never cracked.

Local cops look into it?

County sheriff ran his prints,
but they weren't in the system.

He also didn't match any missing
persons and no one came looking for him,

so he stayed a John Doe.

But from the way you're eye-fucking him,

I think you know his name.

Fuck you, big boy. I showed
you mine, you show me yours.

Or are there no rules
where you come from?

I don't really come from anywhere.

Well, I did. And on Emerson street,

if you didn't do what's right,
you got your ears boxed.

Lieutenant colonel Francis Xavier Quinn.

Military intelligence.

Picked up extra cash selling
military secrets to hostile nations.

We were never able to execute an arrest.

- Who threw him off a cliff?
- Maybe an unsatisfied customer.

He was in business with bad people.

If this guy was army, his fingerprints
should've been in the system.

He had deep connections through m.I.

Figure someone on the inside wiped
'em from his file when he went on the run.

Photos too, maybe.

You saw Quinn in Beck's car.

Yeah.

And now you wanna find him.

Yeah.

So maybe we can help each other out.

Let's take a walk.

Look, I think I can trust you,

but I'm trying to figure out for sure.

Why?

Because I screwed up.

Weeks of surveillance on Darien
prado, he's the L.A. drug dealer,

all inadmissible
because of a bad warrant.

How'd that happen?

We surveilled and filmed him from
what we thought was public land

national forest, middle of nowhere,

but it abutted private property.

We were 20 feet over
the line and didn't know it.

Warrant didn't let us film from there.

You misread the surveyor's map?

It was a real shit show, okay?

Ton of work down the crapper
and the DEA pulled us off the case.

Now you're working it off the books?

I don't let bad guys walk.

And I'm a team leader. No
one's watchin' my day-to-day.

So now you're focused on Beck?

Prado flew all the way
out here to meet with him,

so Beck could be a bigger fish.

And if we net him, we
get prado too, right?

But Beck turned out to be a
ghost. Can't find out shit on him.

So I got the bright idea
to reach out to an old c.I.

Something tells me that
didn't work out like you planned.

It's this kid named Teresa Daniel.

Few years ago, she was
tricked by her scumbag boyfriend

into delivering car
parts stuffed with coke.

She had no idea.

I busted her, flipped her, turned
out to be the best c.I. I ever had.

This kid is so innocent, so unassuming...

- No one suspects she's a plant.
- No one. She's a natural c.I.

So when I saw bizarre bazaar had a
help wanted ad online for a secretary,

I called Teresa.

She lives with her grandmother,
she takes care of her,

so I knew she needed money.

She got the job at bizarre
bazaar's warehouse

and was gonna just report back
what Beck was up to in there.

But?

About a week ago, she disappeared.

I don't hear from her, her
grandma's got no idea where she is.

She called bizarre bazaar, but they
said she never showed up for work,

so the old lady's sure her
granddaughter's using again.

But you think there's more to it.

I know junkies. Teresa was past all that.

She'd turned it around.

I think she got caught snooping on Beck

and something happened to her.

I gotta find out what, but no
judge is gonna issue a warrant

to search a prominent local businessman

over an ex-druggie blowing off work.

Like, she's 20, but she's still just a kid.

Look. She wears these,
giant hoop earrings

like my niece and her friends.

Why are you showing me this?

'Cause you need to
know what she looks like

when I put you inside
Beck's operation to find her.

I hate to break it to you, but if
Teresa was taken by someone

associated with Xavier
Quinn, odds are you're too late.

Why would you say
something like that to me?

Because you're too smart to lie to.

You'd see through it.

He's that bad?

He's the single worst
person I've ever known.

Well, all the more reason
for you to get on board.

You need to find Quinn.

While you're doing that,
you can help me find Teresa.

You know, I'm not just a
pretty face. I have a plan.

Zachary Beck's son, Richard.

Five years ago, he was kidnapped.

You know how often people get
kidnapped in america these days?

Could be a turf war
thing. Rival drug dealers.

Especially since the
kidnappers cut off the kid's ear

and mailed it to Beck, who, by
the way, never went to the cops.

How do you know about it, then?

Well, you walk around a college campus
with a missing ear and kids ask questions.

Richard answered some of 'em,
and one of his classmates talked

in exchange for us dropping
some minor drug charges.

So the Beck kid's had it rough.
What's he got to do with your plan?

You're gonna get in with Beck

by saving his son from
getting kidnapped again.

- Undercover informant?
- Yeah, what's the problem?

The last one you had went missing.

You remember what I said
earlier about you being an asshole?

You're doing it right now.

All right, so we get a solid
car from the DEA impound,

ram the hell outta the bodyguard's
car, pin it so that it can't move.

We still gotta deal with the guy.

And he's no pushover either.

Aggravated assault, armed robbery.

He'll know how to use his gun.

Great. How we gonna
keep from getting shot?

'Cause we can't just kill the man.

Hey, here he is. Gimme.

- What's this shit? I said dink's.
- A doughnut's a doughnut.

Shut your filthy mouth.

Okay, fine, I'll eat 'em all, then.

Didn't say I didn't want 'em.

- You take your Lipitor today?
- Still waiting on the refill.

Let's say the impact
rings the bodyguard's bell.

Doesn't mean he
won't get a few shots off.

Duffy's right. We need more.

In Kuwait, we'd used
flash bang grenades

when we wanted to keep a
target alive for interrogation.

Bodyguard won't be seriously injured,
but he'll be in no condition to retaliate.

It'll blow out the windows,
really sell the lie to Richard.

And it'll create a job opening.
Beck will need a new bodyguard.

Okay, sorry. I'm confused.

- Shocking.
- - If the bodyguard isn't really dead,

he can just go tell Beck
what actually happened.

So how do we get around that?

We hold him indefinitely.

Without so much as
the right to a phone call.

Pretty sure the constitution
says you can't do that.

You're DEA.

Grab some drugs from
evidence, plant it in his car,

say he was buying it from
some central American dealer,

then it becomes a narco-terrorism case.

You can hold him as long as you want

without formal charges
and no right to an attorney.

- The law allows for that?
- It's kind of a gray area.

A mouse's asshole is a
gray area. This is barely legal.

But I don't think we have a choice.

And while we got him, we
can question him. Good idea.

Not just a pretty face.

Okay, that takes care of our bodyguard.

Who's playing our kidnapper?

I'll do it.

No. This one's out of your
comfort zone, precious.

There's gonna be
smashing cars, flying glass.

Villy, can you reel in
someone pulling a pension?

No. No. Hell no.

Excuse me?

I'm the one who messed up the warrant.

I'm the one who read the surveyor's
map wrong, set us up on private land.

I'm gonna fix this.

No brains, some balls.
Fine, you're our kidnapper.

Okay. You'll make a move
for Richard. How do I stop you?

He'll have a front row seat,
and fake fights look fake.

We shoot him.

Seriously?

You're a fucking raccoon.

Are you sure this is safe?

My buddy's kid uses 'em all the
time in these indie films he makes.

- Buddy's kid.
- It's top quality stuff.

Okay, don't move.

Okay, point your finger
at the kid, say "bang."

No.

Christ's sakes. Bang.

Is that great or what?

I can hide nearby
and set off the charges.

Shit, villy! Warn-warn me first!

You're gonna give him a
heart attack. Hand it over.

Jesus! Sh... Come
on, guys, it's not funny.

Funny to me. Boys?

Me, too.

Kind of funny.

After the fake grenade
blast and a gun fight,

Richard won't come with me easily.

- You're making an assumption...
- no.

In an investigation, assumptions kill.

I'm making a reasonable
prediction that the college kid,

who was just almost abducted
for the second time in his life,

will be scared to death and
want the guy who saved him

to take him to the cops.

If he insists on that,
this is all a waste of time.

He's not wrong, villy.

Refuse to do it. You'll be
driving, just take him home.

That's suspicious. I'm trying
to infiltrate his dad's operation.

We need as little suspicion as possible.

So what do we do?

We take the option of going to
the police completely off the table.

How?

I kill a cop.

Time of day we're doing this,
streets should be mostly empty.

We should give eliot an uzi.

Rat-tat-tat of a machine gun
will scatter anyone nearby.

Find me a panel Van.

I'll dive behind it for cover,
eliot can really light it up,

put on a convincing show.

You know blanks alone won't sell this.

Was wondering who
was gonna say it first.

I'll mix in some live ammo.

I'll ditch the spent casings
before I get to Beck's house

so they don't notice a difference.

That lets me put a couple
slugs into the radiator

of the kidnapper's ride,
and I can shoot out the tires

before I kill eliot and
Villanueva with blanks.

I like this plan.

I don't like this plan.
Using live ammo is insane.

What if you forget how
many shots you fired?

There could be a real
one left in the chamber

when you turn the gun on me or eliot.

You think about that, hotshot?

Yeah, I did.

- Did you get me the gun I asked for?
- Here.

So what?

You got a pocket knife?

Now I always know exactly
where the blanks start.

Best impound had to offer.

Minivan will be right by the dumpster.

Coat hanger will be
on top of the garbage.

Door will be unlocked.
Just pretend to Jimmy it.

What's wrong?

I don't know how to hot-wire a car.

We'll loosen the shroud on the
steering column, pre-strip the wires.

You touch them together,
you're an instant bad guy.

I've also been thinking
about the street layout.

Your best vantage point,
before everything jumps off,

is from inside the record shop.

But you'll need a reason
to hang out in there.

And?

And I got you covered.

What am I supposed to do with these?

Record store buys old vinyl.

Just pretend you want
to sell my collection.

Won't work.

Why not?

'Cause no one'll believe anyone
thinks they can get a nickel for this crap.

Fuck you.

Ethel merman disco album?

No duck tonight?

Probably doesn't want
to be a part of this plan.

Don't think we can pull it off?

If we can set off the bullet
hits at exactly the right time,

and if no one actually gets shot,

and if you can keep that
bodyguard pinned down long enough,

I only see two potential problems.

- Okay, hit me.
- Cops.

Shootout will be over pretty fast, but
they'll definitely show up after the fact.

And I'll be there to tell them
it's a drug deal gone south,

it's an active DEA
investigation, and our jurisdiction.

What about campus security?

Rent-a-cops like to play hero sometimes.

Small department with no regular patrol.

I mean, if they happen
to cross your path,

you'll have to dispose of them.

Without causing injury.

What's the second problem?

Communication.

How do we stay in touch?

I think I got the size right.

You know what they say about
a man with big feet, don't you?

More room in his boot
heel to hide a secret phone.

Government issue, satellite-linked,

pretty much untraceable.

14-day battery life.

If you need me, I am
just a phone call away.

- You're in?
- So he hired you?

Yeah. Interesting job interview.

Made me play Russian roulette.

Probably thought it was
more theatrical that way.

Fuck. You did it?

I used my own gun.

I had a chamber marked, remember?

I put the bullet in that one so,
even with the cylinder closed,

I always knew where it was.

What if the one with
the bullet had come up?

I'd have shot the armed guy behind
me and tried to fight my way out.

- Any leads on Quinn?
- Not yet.

How's the bodyguard?

He's in the adjoining room.

We patched him up,
took a few runs at him,

but he's not saying shit.

Claims he spends most
of his time with Richard

- and has no idea what we're talking about.
- You believe him?

I don't know.

Well, I might have a lead on the girl.

Beck's head of security
carried a plate of food outside.

Could've been taking
it to the carriage house

where I think there's a hidden cellar.

I'll wait till everyone's asleep.

At 3:00 A.M., I'll check it out.

Keep me posted.

- Reacher.
- I'm in the cellar.

Is Teresa there?

No.

But she was.