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Previously on reacher... Paul Van hoven.

- You throw down with this guy, boss?
- Hoping I don't have to.

Russian gangsters.

Quinn owes them money,
so they got him by the balls.

You'll get your money, don't worry.

I am not the one who needs to worry.

- They're running guns.
- Question is, for who?

- What's all that on him?
- Quinn's punishment.

The buyers are flying in
sometime today from Yemen.

For a terrorist strike.

Simultaneously timed attacks

- in crowded areas.
- Total carnage.

You got no idea how lucky you are

you have red hair.

It's the same kind you
had when you were a kid.

It got damaged here, but I, fixed it.

I got an idea.

I got the details from McCabe.

The buy's happening
at bullhead salvage yard.

We think we should
bring the atf in on this.

You will be at least 50 yards
off point, in the surveillance Van.

The exchange is at 9:00.
I'll meet you over there.

You got somewhere
more important to be?

Yeah. It's my fucking birthday.

9:00, I want you to go back up to
your room here and lock the door.

- Moran, check in.
- On your call.

- Martinez?
- Standing by.

Quinn's gonna step out of
that car, right into my crosshairs.

- Buyers are here.
- What do you mean, the buyers are here?

- I'm still following them.
- They're headed to Beck's house.

That's where the deal's taking place.

Quinn's not here.

It's a trap.

Reacher?

What kind of trap?

Reacher? Reacher?

Goddamn it.

Answer me.

Reacher, what kind of trap?

Got to go, neagley.

It's an ambush!

Drive, villy!

Watch your backs and move in!

Go, go, go!

Get in there! Hurry!

Shit.

Shit! Shit!

You go east.

- Just be safe, okay?
- How?

I don't know, just do it.

I thought I benched you.

Shit.

Wonder what I'd find if I
looked under this trailer.

A fucking rat.

Get out here.

Reacher, you good?

Listen, I didn't know this
was gonna happen like this.

Quinn set me up, too.

Deal's going down at your party.

What about Richard?

They'll use him as a hostage, if need be.

If not... They'll fucking kill him.

Is Teresa at the house?

They brought her in before the party.

She was like a zombie.
I think they drugged her.

Where'd they put her?

Upstairs somewhere, I didn't see.

Delete.

Now type this.

About time. Where are we at?

Everyone but the three of us,

Beck and one of Quinn's guys are dead.

- Atf agents?
- Everyone.

Quinn set Beck up to
take the fall for the ambush,

make it look like he got
killed in the cross fire.

So, he knew Beck was helping us.

Or maybe that was always the plan.

Burn it down, disappear with his
millions, resurface somewhere else.

Takes over another
operation, he's back in business.

- He's done it before.
- He's still got to pay off

the Russians before he runs.

Neagley, status by you?

No one's left since the buyers
got here, so the deal's not made yet.

How are we gonna get in?

Could snipe Paulie.

Gunfire will raise the alarm at the house.

Quinn's men were supposed
to bring the trucks back

to transport the weapons to
wherever the buyers wanted 'em.

I say we return the trucks.

Local cops for backup?

County pd's 40 minutes
away. We can't wait that long.

We do this ourselves.

Sneak in, get Richard and Teresa,

stop the buyers from getting
away with the weapons.

Then I'll deal with Quinn.

What about the gatekeeper?

We're gonna knock him off the empire
state building with some biplanes?

'Cause shit, reacher.

Leave him for me.

I owe him.

Who's driving the other truck?

Villanueva. Barely.

Yeah, he's really grinding those gears.

Only choice I had.

I killed the other driver.

Okay.

I thought you said you
knew how to drive this thing.

I said my uncle was a truck driver and
I went on the road with him sometimes.

Shit, I'll be glad to be rid
of you when this is over.

You're Maureen's problem soon.

Love you, kid.

Love you, too, old man.

Gentlemen. So glad you
could make it to the party.

Of course.

We're among some of
the mid-Atlantic region's

most powerful
businesspersons and players.

The champagne is incomparable
and the lobster, the best in the world.

And while on the topic
of indulging in pleasures,

by way of apology for our shipping delays

and as a token of our
appreciation for our relationship...

Now and in the future

I would like to offer you a gift.

- For you.
- Beautiful.

Hair like fire.

She's all yours.

I'll have my men load
your cargo from the barn

while you spend some
time with this lovely woman.

So, if you'd like to step outside
to take a look at your merchandise

to make sure it meets your approval,

we can conclude our transaction
and move on to other pursuits.

You Americans, always
prioritizing business.

Business will come.

First, some music, some drinks.

Then it will be time for pleasure.

And then we will conduct our business.

When you're ready.

She's upstairs. Third
bedroom on the right.

You so much as look at Paulie,
it'll be the last thing you do.

Showtime.

Pull it down low and try to drive
like you know what you're doing.

What do we do with him?

We leave him behind, he
narcs on us in five minutes.

You better hope I can
find some rope in here.

Richard's right inside there.

Hey.

If you're thinking of doing anything,
I will stab you in the ass right here.

You want to test me?

I don't want anything
happening to your kid,

but not at the expense of my c.I.

So, we follow reacher's lead and
hopefully we all walk out of here.

She means it. She'll
stab you right in the shitter.

Hey!

Trouble.

You were supposed to park at
the other side of the carriage house.

We can't shoot him. They'll hear inside.

- Hey.
- Tell the driver

to apologize and say
we'll move the trucks.

Little late for that.

Are you kidding me?

Couldn't find any rope.

- Okay, what do we do now?
- I'll take care of Paulie.

The rest of you, get in the
house, find Richard and Teresa.

Copy. Let's go.

What are you, deaf?

Move the truck.

Come on.

To the other side.

We can get in through the basement.

Follow me.

Moron, I'm talking to you.

What the hell?

I'll find Quinn, keep an eye on him,
so we know when the deal goes down.

He put a hit on you. You don't
think he knows what you look like?

A farmed-out hit based
on farmed-out research?

He might, but I doubt it.

- And if you're wrong?
- We'll know soon enough.

What are the caterers wearing?

White shirt, black pants, vests,

- black bow tie.
- Shirt like yours?

- More like his.
- Gimme.

Your vest and tie. Hurry.

So, we got 20,000 square
foot of house up there.

Finding Teresa could take a minute.

She's probably in the
east wing of the house,

- away from the party.
- And the door's probably locked.

Kicking it in will draw attention.

There's no need to. Here.

Skeleton key.

It opens every single
door inside the house.

You find the girl, I'll get Richard.

Negative. Quinn set you up

to be killed in a salvage yard.

He sees you, it's over,

and your son's as good as dead.

- I'll get him.
- He's my son.

You want to up the chances he lives?

Stay down here and
let this guy do his job.

I told him to be in his bedroom by now.

Got it.

The basement stairs lead
up to the Butler's pantry.

Cut across the third floor,
drop down to the second.

- It's the first door that you come to.
- Copy that.

Let's go.

No guns.

We do this like men.

Fine.

Like men.

This is gonna be fun.

Come on, fatso.

Is that all you got?

Who are you?

Plumber.

This the toilet you called about?

Yeah, I didn't think you would buy it.

Back in.

Let's go.

Okay, now take your gun out.

Finger and thumb only.

Nice and slow.

Now drop it in the toilet.

Shut the lid.

Now back up.

Step back.

Let's see how you like
being choked, asshole.

Fuck you.

Son of a bitch.

What are you doing here?

I came to rescue you.

What are you doing?
I've been watching you.

You're wandering aimlessly.

What's your assigned station?

And who told you you could
wear dark jeans and not slacks?

- Was it Murray?
- Can you keep a secret?

Come here.

I'm a private investigator hired

to find out who's been
stealing from your company.

Corporate thinks it's Murray.

That asshole.

I need you to keep your eyes open

and report anything suspicious
directly to me after the party.

Think you can do that?

I'll watch him like a hawk.

I knew I could count on you.

Shit.

You got to be kidding me.

You and your father

sit tight down in the
basement until this is over.

Wait. Are you staying with us?

Can't. I got to help Duffy find
Teresa and get them out of here.

Anybody fucks with you, call me.

Wait here for rusty.

I want you ready to escort him
out to the barn with the buyers.

I'm gonna get this deal done.

You know another way out?

You shouldn't have fucked
with me. I'm bigger than you.

I'm stronger than you.

You might be bigger and stronger...

But I'm smarter.

I pulled a bullet from the
belt and plugged the barrel.

Teresa... Teresa. Honey.

Honey, can you hear me?

It's Susan Duffy. Okay?

Come on, we got to get you out of here.

Come on.

Hey.

You're gonna be okay, all right? No, no!

Stay with me. Come on!

Teresa.

You make it too easy.

Waleed. Sorry to do this, but I
have an appointment to keep tonight,

so we really must make the deal now.

Rusty here will escort you out to the
barn so you can examine the merchandise,

and then we can get it loaded up for you,

while you and nasser
continue to enjoy the party

for as long as you like.

Where is nasser, by the way?

He went upstairs to enjoy
the gift you have provided.

Good.

Please.

Okay.

Teresa, come on.

I need you to walk.

Can you walk for me?

Man the door.

- Make sure we're not disturbed.
- Yes, sir.

Look at you.

Even more beautiful
than your photograph.

Are you ready to have some fun?

No response.

I hope McCabe hasn't
drugged all the life out of you.

I do like a little fight in a woman.

Then you're gonna love me.

Leave them where they are.

I should shoot your dick off
for what you were about to do.

But you won't, will you?

Because my man is
right outside the door.

You fire, he comes in and shoots you.

- Not if I get him first.
- You might.

But maybe he kills her in the cross fire.

Or maybe my other men downstairs
hear and they come and kill you.

Or McCabe's men do it.

Any way it goes, if you pull that trigger,

neither one of you will
make out of here alive.

Plenty of ammunition. I'm
sure you'll be very pleased.

If you say so.

Fuck.

Bilal!

Teresa. Hey.

You okay? Hey, look at me.
You're gonna be okay. Let's go.

Come on. Up.

You're okay. Come on. Let's go.

Come on. You're gonna be okay.

Get out.

What's happening? Where is everyone?

Get out of the way! Get to the front door!

Richard.

I'll hold them off. You get out of here.

Hello, Richie.

Right now, you're more use to me
as a hostage, but if you try to run

I will put a bullet in your fucking head,

you understand me?

Stay there while I get more firepower.

Let my son go.

Throw down the uzi!

You think I won't shoot you?

All I've thought about for
years is how I'd kill you.

How I'd make you
pay for hurting my boy.

How dare you touch my son?!

Richard, come over here to me.

Don't worry. If he moves for it, he dies.

Get down.

Stand up to me, you piece of shit!

You piece of shit!

Fuck you!

Richard... Dad?

D-Dad?

Please.

I told you... I wouldn't
let them hurt you again.

Mr. Taktarov, I was just
on my way to see you.

You were late, and I grew tired of waiting.

Where is my money?

Take him no, no, no,
no, no. I have the money!

Sorry, guys. He's mine.

Who the hell is this monster?

Someone who has
no problem with you...

And my name's reacher.

Well, reacher

I have unfinished
business with this man.

- So do I.
- Look around you, reacher.

There are so many guns,
and you are all alone.

Not quite.

Okay, so you have two guns.

Three.

- Where's Teresa?
- She's safe.

- You should get out of here, too.
- You didn't abandon her or me.

I'm sure as hell not leaving you.

Then you die for nothing.

You see, I have people to answer to.

So, no matter the cost,

I cannot let you have this man.

What if we bought him from you?

See? I told you I had it. They stole it.

Young lady.

Give me my money.

The money for him.

What if we take both?

Then you get neither.

We came for the money,
we leave with the money.

As long as I deliver that
to my friends back home,

what happens to this
man is none of my concern.

Good evening.

Good evening.

You want to put the pin
back in that grenade now?

Defused, with the explosives removed.

Beck was using it as a paperweight.

Speaking of Beck, the
kid's pretty shook up.

I've got him.

I'm gonna call her an ambulance.

It'll take them a while to get here,

so you've got some time.

Do what you got to do, boss.

Listen, whatever your
problem is, we can work it out.

You really don't remember me, do you?

No.

- Who the fuck are you?
- Not important.

All that matters is her
name was Dominique.

Now you remember.

Gonna tear that thing down?

Honestly?

I don't know what I want to do.

Yes, you do.

It's full of gas and ready to go.

Feds will have your father's
bank account frozen in a few hours,

so take whatever money's
in the house with you.

You said you dream of
grabbing a set of car keys,

blowing through that gate
and disappearing one day.

Today's that day.

You were right... About my dad.

He did the best he could with me.

I'm glad I got to see the
good in him before he died.

I just wish I got to see more
of it when he was still alive.

In my experience,

if you spend a lot of time thinking
about the pain from your past...

Well, it's probably not a good thing.

Most people don't handle it well.

Take care of yourself.

What about you?

What do you do when you can't
forget the awful things from your past?

I find the awful thing, then I kill it.

- Villanueva.
- Hey.

- Ready to hang it up?
- Yep.

Now, if I can only survive a couple
of decades with Maureen every day.

I wouldn't worry about it.

In your shape, you don't
have a couple decades.

You know, when I was your
age, I could've kicked your ass.

No, you couldn't.

No, I couldn't.

Take care of yourself, reacher.

You, too.

How'd it go with the atf?

All things considered, pretty well.

And the DEA?

Time for me to move on.

I'm sorry.

After all this, I'm ready to go.

If you're looking for a
job, I know a few p.I.S.

I can put in a good word for you.

I appreciate it, but for now,
I'm just gonna take some time.

Speaking of p.I.S, you and
neagley are off the hook for all this.

What'd you tell them?

The truth, basically.

You're ex-army investigators
who I asked to consult on a case

involving one of your old suspects.

- Gunplay here was self-defense.
- What about Quinn?

Far as they're concerned,
the Russians did it.

Thanks.

Look,

this case, it was a
pretty heightened thing.

And that kind of led to you and
me having a pretty heightened thing.

And it was great.

So great, I got a half a mind to
throw you in the back of the barn

and relive the best parts of it right now.

But the thing is, I'm not
really a "stick to you",

make it last, let's go to
pottery barn and pick out lamps

"for our new place"
kind of girl, you know?

I like not having to check in with people,
and I am better at doing my own thing.

Which sucks because, of
anyone I've ever spent time with,

you might just be my favorite.

Okay.

That's it? "Okay"?

Well, you stole the
speech I normally say.

Glad I could save you the trouble.

You know, my grandfather would've
called you a throwback and a half.

Keep your head down, reacher.

Find a way to let her down easy?

She didn't give me the chance to.

- Want some bagel?
- Can't.

Loose teeth.

Paulie got you pretty good?

Not as good as I got him.

I figured it out.

What's that?

Why you do what you do.

It's not just 'cause you
need to put things right.

And it's not because
you love the little guy.

It's 'cause you hate the big guy.

You hate the big, powerful,
smug sons of bitches who think

they can just get away with things.

So you make sure they don't.

You just figured that out?

And here, all this time, I
thought you knew me, neagley.

Hello, beautiful.

Get in here.

You ready to come home?

Yeah, I am.

Grandma?