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Previously on Reacher...

A woman kills herself on the same train

as the chief of staff
of a potential presidential candidate?

CIA starts kidnapping people over it?

That's a story.

I don't know where Ben is,
but I knew that girl...

the one he left with the other night.

Yeah, real name's Mary Ellen Daniels.

Do you have an address?

Whoever did this weren't amateurs.

Found the self-checkout's car.

Any idea why
she'd ditch a perfectly good car,

take the subway?

It's a work badge.

Name: Anna Merrick.
Work address and

level eight clearance.

Well, at least we know
where we're going to next.

What the hell was Anna doing here?

Putra and his soldiers

were trained by
an American Delta Force specialist.

- John Sampson.
- That drive has the proof

connecting Sampson to all of this.

I have never tortured or killed civilians.

- What about your chief of staff?
- What about him?

Why were you on the subway

with Anna Merrick the night she died?

- I'm sorry, John.
- Nolan.

- Nolan. Nolan.
- No!

And had Mr. Cahill
exhibited any signs of distress?

- No.
- Um, any particular matters

weighing on him... romantic
or financial... anything like that?

Not to my knowledge.

Did he leave a note,
a text message, maybe an email?

Look, Detective, like,
I-I appreciate your thoroughness,

but he didn't leave anything. He displayed

no red flags, and right now, I'm...

If you could excuse us, I'm just trying
to deal with the loss of my friend.

Understood, Congressman.

If I have any more questions,
I'll reach out

- to your office.
- Thank you.

How do I get a hold of you, Mr. Reacher?

You can't.

My office can pass along any inquiries
you have for Mr. Reacher.

Okay, yeah. Good enough.

Um, my condolences.

Front desk just called, sir.

News crews are arriving.
We got to get you someplace else.

Well, it's not a secret
that I was staying at the hotel.

Or that Nolan worked for me.

A visual of you at the scene
of a suicide is not good for...

Oh, for fuck's sake, Springfield.

I served with that man for 11 years,

and I'm not gonna
leave him in a parking lot

underneath a tarp.

John, there's nothing
you can do for him now.

The press is gonna want the quotes,

and Nolan would've been
the first one to tell you

that you are in no state
to go on the record right now.

This is no different
than your military training.

Sometimes you have to just
fall back and regroup.

I could use a beer.

It's 9:00 a.m.

I know a third shift bar.

Thanks.

Thank you.

I didn't know
what kind of sweetener you liked,

so I got, uh, sugar,
Splenda and Sweet'N Low.

Sugar's fine, thanks.

Okay, for the future, sugar it is.

Oh, shit. Listen to what I just found.

Last year, Congress passed

a really boring, bipartisan
deficit reduction plan.

It's a million little paper cuts

to hopefully bleed out
our massive national debt.

It's window dressing
to convince the populace

our politicians
are actually doing something.

- Focus.
- Right, sorry.

Anyway, one of the paper cuts
was a government-wide

move away from costly
document storage facilities,

massive warehouses
that stored decades-old records.

Between rental fees, maintenance,

they were really expensive.

Now, per the new law,
most documents over ten years old

are to be digitized,
uploaded to the secure server,

and then the paper copies destroyed.

This has to be where they're doing it.

You guessing or you know?

Well, the government
doesn't exactly publicize the addresses

of their secret
document destruction depots,

but I've studied enough
of these federally-owned buildings

to know that that smokestack

is a ventilator
for a commercial-grade incinerator.

When the government
needs something important

go away, they burn it.

That's why nobody's ever seen
the original Warren Commission Report.

Burnt up.

Why not just shred 'em?

Haven't you ever seen Argo?
You can tape that shit back together.

We got to get in there.

We got to see what Anna had access to.

- And stole.
- Hey, we don't know that.

Man, I'm not trying
to take a shot at your sister,

but she was working at
a top-clearance government building

and she left with
a thumb drive everybody wants.

What else could she have done?

You know, a lot of these cars have
the same kind of parking pass Anna did.

Probably for parking over there.

And if they have the same pass as Anna,

they probably have
the same work badge she did, too.

You just figured out our way in.

Hey, hey, we try
to lift someone's work badge,

we could get arrested.

People are looking for us.

We can't allow ourselves
to get put in the system.

We got to get in there.
We can't use Anna's badge.

A dead woman
comes up at the security gate,

we definitely get caught.

Oh...

- My God! Watch where you're going.
- I am so sorry.

Oh, here, here, here, here. Here.

- Oh, God.
- I am so,

- so sorry.
- Geez.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh...

Here's your stuff. I am so sorry.

It's fine. I've got it.

Sorry I snapped. It's just...

a new shirt.

Here, you know what?

Let me give you this
for the dry cleaning.

- I insist.
- It's fine.

Geez.

- Two Natty Bohs.
- Thank you.

To Nolan Cahill.

What the fuck?

I met him
first day of Delta training.

Terrified every one of us.

Meanest son of a bitch I ever met.

Is that why you made him
your chief of staff?

A chief of staff

that no one could intimidate?

You can't put a price tag on that.

And I knew that he'd never have a problem

working for someone
he previously commanded

'cause he had no ego.

It was always about the mission.

Molded me in his image.

All of us.

If that's true,

what would make you jump off a roof?

Excuse me?

You said you were molded in his image.

That means you're of
the same character and morality,

more or less. So, given
the same information, the same situation,

same circumstances,

you might react the same way.

Obviously, he knew something you didn't,

so I'm just wondering

what would make you jump off
a building to your death?

I have no goddamn idea.

It's not what your source told you.

We never tortured or killed civilians.

But people were tortured and killed.

After we left.

What exactly did you do in Indonesia?

Look, I know you didn't know Anna Merrick.

Maybe a dead woman's a sunk cost to you,

but her son's still missing. 20 years old,

and very likely with sociopathic killers.

So the truth can only help right now.

Miss? Scotch.

Conversations that require scotch...

Are conversations
that maybe shouldn't be had.

But if there's some way
that you think I can help...

I'll tell you what I know.

Even if it's things you can't legally say?

Look, I'll dance on that line

best I can without violating my oath.

Dewar's okay?

Just fine, thank you.

Our squadron was dispatched to Indonesia
with a team of scientists.

Something about using rainforest plants

to help find a cure for new

antibiotic-resistant
strains of malaria or...

I-I... Who can remember?

Uncle Sam says you're going
to Asia with a bunch scientists,

you go to Asia.

Our job was to keep the scientists safe

and to secure the cooperation of
the local government while we were there.

Cahill oversaw
that branch of the operation.

Now, in exchange
for Indonesia's hospitality,

the U.S. agreed
to train their military's special forces.

Which were led by General Reza Putra.

I oversaw that branch of the operation.

Look, I taught his men everything from

weapons training to guerrilla tactics.

When do you get to the part about
slaughtering political dissidents?

Once we got back stateside...

Putra went after people.

Anyone who was opposed
to his increasing power.

And in the process,
he wiped out an entire village.

Civilians,

kids, elderly.

Innocent, good people.
He was indiscriminate.

Suddenly, he wasn't just some general
that we ran drills with in the jungle.

He was a war criminal.

He was committing...

just unspeakable acts.

Saddam Hussein, Noriega.

We were even friends with bin Laden
when he was fighting the Russians.

Wouldn't be the first time
America's been burned.

Still, if my connection to Putra
were to be made public...

it would derail everything
that my team and I

have worked for for the past few years.

All right? This source of yours

is after stolen records
connecting me to a monster.

She thinks you're the monster.

Well, then you tell her that
she's pissing up the wrong damn tree,

because I had nothing
to do with what Putra

did to those people. In fact,

the U.S. government sent a team down there

to deal with Putra
the second they caught wind of it.

Well, something made Cahill

follow Anna Merrick onto that subway,

and something made him jump off that roof.

I'm gonna get that drive
and find out what that is.

Well, I goddamn hope you do.

And when you find it,
you do the right thing...

and return it to me.

You seem to want this thing pretty bad

for someone who doesn't know what's on it.

Well, I could say the same of you.

You want it bad enough
to send a team of mercenaries

in tactical gear after me.

I don't act outside the law.

The CIA does. Maybe you leaned on them.

I already told you I have
no involvement with that agency.

It'll be a cold day in hell
that they take orders

from a U.S. congressman.

Look, all I did was redirect you

to the Department of Defense
when you started poking around.

Is that who
Snap, Crackle and Pop work for?

Is that what you call them?

They wouldn't tell me their names.

Look, bottom line, Reacher...

regardless of my personal interests,

whatever's on that drive

is the property of the United States Army,

and I just want to see it get returned
to the Pentagon where it belongs.

I'll find that drive.

And once I see what's on it...

I'll decide what to do with it.

He's probably gonna be a while.

That's okay.

John Sampson will not drink from the well

when mourning his best friend.

All the same to a dead man.

Do you know what a Jonah is?

Among sailors,
a Jonah is the person on the ship

that brings nothing but misfortune.

Every time he comes on board,

bad luck follows.

You're a Jonah, Mr. Reacher.

Like my mother said,

trouble always seems to find me.

I hope you got what you needed from John,

'cause I'd prefer it
if you stay away from us now.

Can I get a ride back to the hotel?

Fuck off.

We don't get a lot of walk-ons.

Yeah, car's in the shop.
Had the Lyft drop me at the bagel place.

Why is she looking at the ground?

She doesn't want cameras
to get a good look at her face.

This is taking too long.

She's definitely gonna get busted.

No, she's not.

Seems to be a problem.

You got to put the chip up.

Ah. See, this is what you get
when they've only got decaf left.

Have a good one.

Yes.

You can't just email distribution
and then hope that they'll follow through,

'cause they won't.
That's why I have to be copied

on everything moving forward.

Okay? Okay.

Hi. Can you help me? Shannon Thomas.

I'm totally lost.
I was transferred here from the Pentagon.

I'm supposed
to be taking over for Anna Merrick.

Cheryl Brewster. So awful about Anna.

Did you know her?

Didn't have the pleasure.

Come on.

I'll get you set up.

Anna was so sweet.

But I guess you never really know
what someone's going through, do you?

No.

Embarrassed to admit I really don't know
what I'm supposed to be doing here.

I got reassigned last minute.

It's pretty simple. We're converting
physical files to digital.

Less space, less waste.

You'll be scanning documents and uploading
them in our digital storage system.

It's busywork, but busywork
that pays time and a half.

Ah, yeah. This was Anna's workstation.

I know it's a little morbid,
but the productivity logs

are tied to the workstation number...
Blah, blah, blah.

I'll make sure someone comes by
to clean out her desk.

That's okay. It's fine.

Logging you in under Anna's ID

so you can pick up where she left off.

I'll switch it
into your name by the end of day.

All the files are numbered.

That's what you'll name the file
after it's scanned.

When you've scanned
all the files in the box,

drop the box and its contents

in one of the carts in the hallway
marked for incineration.

Then you start a new box.

Any questions?

Nope.

I think I got it.

Wait, isn't that the woman
you stole the badge from?

Fuck.

How fast does she eat?

I'm sorry, I must have
forgotten my badge today.

Name?

Jacqueline Reed.

Ma'am, your badge
was swiped in ten minutes ago.

What?

You got to get out of there.

They know you stole the badge.

Shit.

Excuse me, ma'am,
can I talk to you, please?

Ma'am, I need you to wait.

Yeah, I got her. She's right here.

Ma'am!

I need backup. We're on the second floor.

Whoa. What's going on?

Oh!

Uh, is it good that she's running?

You! Hold it!

- Stop!
- Come on, hurry!

- Get back here now!
- Go!

- Go, go!
- Get out of the car! Damn it!

Let's do it the easy way
this time, Reacher.

No.

Keep him alive!

Break formation. Tactical dispersal.

What was your plan?

Uh...

maim you, shove you in a van,

ask you some questions.

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

Fuck. Fuck! Aah!

God!

Prick.

You're lucky I didn't throw you in, too.

It was just the one file.

Anna scanned it, deleted it
and sent it to the incinerator.

Never uploaded it

- to the government server.
- She must have

downloaded it to a jump drive
before she deleted it.

Yeah, that's what we're thinking, too.

So whatever's on that drive

is the only copy in existence

- by design.
- My sister's design?

More likely whoever
she was getting that data for.

If it contains the only copy in the world
of whatever documents are on it,

that drive becomes a lot more valuable.

Feels like whoever wanted it
is probably looking to sell it.

Or they don't want us
to see what they took

so we can't plan a defense against it.

Won't know till we know.

Let's hope we don't find out too late.

Okay, I'll see you in Philly.

We're almost back.
Just in traffic south of the city.

What is the point of nighttime

construction if they keep
this equipment in the road all day?

How long have you been stuck in traffic?

Couple exits.

But it gets really bad in this bottleneck.

Can you see the next off-ramp?

Uh, exit 20.

Columbus Boulevard and Washington.

Plum, look up the nearest
subway station to exit 20.

Yeah, copy that.

What are you thinking?

Thinking I might know
why Anna got out of her car

and onto the subway.

- Tasker-Morris station.
- That's where Anna bought her SEPTA pass.

She was probably stuck in the same traffic
when she was bringing Lila

- the drive.
- So she took the first exit

after traffic got bad,

went to the nearest SEPTA station
and got on the next subway.

Anna had a clock to beat.

She was given a deadline. Can you get off

that road and get to that subway station?

Yeah, we're almost
through the bottleneck.

I'll meet you

at Tasker-Morris as soon as I can.

You good?

There's no way that Ben's okay, is there?

We don't know that yet.

Do you think he's alive?

Come on. You're a city cop.

You've worked hard cases before.
You have instincts.

Is my nephew alive?

I've seen no evidence
that confirms Ben is dead.

I feel like I have no control

over anything that's happening,

and I have no power to stop it.

I'm spinning out, you know?

Hey. Hey. Listen to me.

I've been a cop 15 years.

I've seen terrible shit
happen to good people.

It's easy to get lost in the aftermath.

We don't have the luxury right now.

We got killers and feds
raining down on us,

and a case that
doesn't make any fucking sense.

We need you,

with your feet planted firm
and your head in the game.

So when that darkness
starts to wrap around you

and you feel like
you're about to spin out,

know there's people who care for you.

Myself included.

Oh, um...

you reminded me.

Took this from Anna's workstation.

I thought you should have it.

Thank you.

Figured nobody would have a problem
with turkey and cheese.

Everything okay?

We're good.

He's here.

Oh, shit.

I didn't get him a hoagie.

Oh. Sorry, man.

All right, so, this is where Anna came.

She was desperate.

You said she was at zero hour,
so break it down.

Let's assume we're right.

The OnlyFans woman
was murdered and her killers...

probably the Big Red Machine...
kidnapped Ben.

Leverage to get Anna to bring them
the drive instead of giving it to Lila.

"Get us the drive by a certain time
or we kill your son."

That's why she couldn't
sit in traffic anymore.

So she took the subway
to try to save Ben,

but that doesn't make sense, because...

Because what?

Uh, I don't know, man. Nothing.

I think what Plum is trying to say is...

we know your sister
didn't have the drive on the train,

and she couldn't save Ben
without the drive,

so by the time Anna got on the subway,

she already knew her son was dead.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
That-that doesn't play out.

Why would they kill their bargaining chip?

Kidnapping's rarely a clean crime.

It's hard enough to control a child,
let alone a 250-pound linebacker.

So things broke bad and Ben wound up dead.

I don't want to be right,
but I think I am.

How could she know Ben was dead?

She was probably
getting proof of life updates.

Phone calls, maybe a video.

Then they refused to do it anymore.

Anna was stuck in traffic, missing their
deadline would be bad news for Ben,

so she called,
insisted on seeing he was still okay.

They wouldn't put him on the phone.

'Cause they couldn't put him on the phone.

That's how she knew he was already dead.

So Anna couldn't save Ben,

why even get on the subway?

She couldn't stand to just sit there
after what they did.

She needed to avenge him.
She got to the off-ramp...

and she took it.

He's right.

When I saw Anna, she was a grieving,

distraught mother with a gun.

She wanted her pound of flesh.

From professional mercenaries?
She was a government clerk.

She didn't care. She probably grabbed
the black coat she had in the car

to cover the white shirt she had on,
hoping it would help her

sneak up on Ben's killers.

She probably
brought the gun to protect herself

and Ben after she gave
the drive to the kidnappers

so that she could get out of there,

but now she was just
using it to get payback.

But if she had a plan...

why would she kill herself?

What?

When I approached Anna...

I told her I was a cop.

She was smart.

She knew I'd have to arrest her,
and any hope for revenge would be over.

She already felt like
she failed Ben in life.

Now she was failing him in death.

The guilt and pain was too much for her.

You told her that you were a cop?

I wanted her to-to feel like

she was with somebody in control
when she was so clearly

out of control.

I thought it would
de-escalate the situation.

I wanted to help her.

I didn't.

The jump drive... Anna had it
when she left for Philly.

No way she was gonna let Ben's killers
get their hands on that drive.

So she got rid of it.

I think I know where she put it.

The mail that we found in Anna's car.

The only open letter
was that credit card offer.

I don't remember seeing a return envelope.

You know, the kind that has a "No Postage
Necessary" thing in the corner?

She mailed the drive,

and maybe her phone,
before getting on the subway.

To who?

To Lila.

So if Anna died getting vengeance,

at least Ben's killers
would be exposed by her story.

The fourth estate.

Last line of defense against tyranny.

So the thing we've been
looking for this entire time

has been at Lila's hotel?

It's the last place
Anna knew Lila was staying.

But Lila had to leave the hotel
after getting attacked,

before the drive was delivered.

Docherty.

Wh... You gave him your burner number?

Hey.

Okay.

Thanks.

They found Ben.

I'm so sorry.

I don't want him going
to the morgue alone.

- Plum and I will go with him.
- Yeah.

You meet Lila at her old hotel.
Get that fucking drive.

I'll let you know when I have it.

Lila? It's Reacher.

Can you check in the back?

We don't keep anything in the back.
Old mail

and lost and found stays up at the desk.

Can I talk to a manager?

Uh, Gene's in the Poconos till next week.

He'll tell you the same.

Thanks for the help.

Is there any other place
Anna would have sent the drive to you?

It's the only place she knew.

I can't believe it wasn't there.

I got to get to the morgue.

- The morgue?
- Anna's son was killed.

- Body was just found.
- Dear God.

Mother and son.

Was it the same people
who keep coming after us?

Most likely.

Working theory is Ben was a pawn
to make Anna to bring them the drive.

So, I'm responsible for Anna's death
and that of her only child.

- What's wrong?
- We're being followed.

The men who attacked you at this hotel

must have been staking the place out
in case you showed up again.

What do we do?

Someone's got enough money
for an endless supply of assholes.

I need to find out who.

Come on.

- No!
- I'll deal with these guys

and meet you at the hotel.

The drive.

Left pocket.

Get it, then.

Unless you want to shoot me here
in front of all these people

and risk getting arrested the same day
you get the information you've been after,

you get it.

Who do you work for?

Fuck you.

Aah!

Ow!

Answer my questions
or I'll take your other hand.

Aah!

Oh, shit.

Down here on the platform!

Hands up!

Show me your hands.

On the move!

We need backup on the Tasker-Morris
southbound platform.

Get guys on the exits now.

Hey.

A little help?

He didn't come this way.

I'll head east, you go west.

Thanks.

Hey, you know
how to get to the Liberty Gardens Hotel

through these tunnels?

Where did they find him?

He was found around 9th and Callowhill.

Who called it in?

A garbageman reported
a smell from a dumpster.

I'll give you a moment.

All Anna was dealing with...

she never called me for help.

Because she knew I'm just a...

glorified...

crossing guard with a badge.

Feckless, useless f-fuckin'...

meter maid.

I wouldn't have called me, either.

I have nothing now.

I am completely...

alone.

Can you hear me?

Rendezvous at Liberty Gardens ASAP.

Bennett, do you copy? Over.

Tyler?

Rendezvous at Liberty Gardens ASAP.

We're moving in on the Princess' tower.

Come on, Lila.

Shit.

You startled me.

- Did you get the drive?
- It wasn't there.

But Reacher is still
very invested in helping us,

so that's good.

- Okay.
- What's all this?

I'm going to make us soto ayam.

I can't eat any more American food.

Perhaps this day won't turn out
so terrible after all.

You're the officer who called in
the Mary Ellen Daniels murder, right?

Yeah. She was with Ben Merrick
the night she died.

It's all a part of a larger investigation.

Well, I just received a wound analysis
you might be interested in.

It appears Ben's throat was cut
by the same type of weapon

Mary was killed with.

Don't move and don't scream.

Unless you want to end up like them,

tell us where the drive is.

Knives.

So no one hears a gunshot.

It's a curved knife.

It's called a karambit.

Used by practitioners
of certain martial arts in Indonesia.

Indonesia.

Philly PD!

Hands up! Hands up!

Don't you fucking move.