All language subtitles for lajosko1

Previously on Reacher...

[both grunting]

- [sizzling]
- [screams]

The U.S. agreed to train
their military's Special Forces,

which were led by General Reza Putra.

Putra went after people.

The U.S. government sent a team down there
to "deal with it."

[Docherty] You know, this isn't the first
time Green's been caught up in trouble.

And now, the kid's getting
the high hard one again, thanks to you.

[Jacob] Guys,
this is Lieutenant Monty DeRosa.

This case is too goddamn big
for the Mayfield Police Department.

The Feds will take over.
They will box me out.

They have the resources
to deal with this kind of thing.

It is my family that they murdered!

I'm taking these animals in!

I'm gonna hurt them
like they hurt my family.

That's not the person Anna and Ben loved.

[Jacob] That person's as dead as they are.

Why are people dying over a photo
of you, Cahill and Putra?

I don't know what's special
about that photograph.

[Reacher] Maybe the other guy
in the photo does.

Jacob, take Plum to the library.

Use the public Internet
to find the scientist in that photo.

[Jacob] No way.
I'm going to that restaurant.

[Tamara] Plum's a civilian
who needs protection, and you're a cop.

[intense music playing]

I'm sorry.

I should've listened.

[tense, dramatic music playing]

Hand over the drive, Reacher,

or that gash on your stomach
will look like a fucking paper cut

compared to his neck.

Or maybe she'll just shoot you.

Well, then she'll have to shoot
through him.

You don't want to be responsible

for wiping out an entire family?

- Kill them, Tamara.
- Hey.

- Blow their fucking brains out!
- Hey!

- [Jacob] I don't care if I die!
- [Amisha] Shut your mouth.

[groans]

Give it up,

or I pull out his windpipe.

Okay.

Put it on the ground.

Now, kick it to me.

Come and get it.

This is not the time for games, Reacher.

[suspenseful music playing]

Give me that fucking drive!

[Russell] Guys? Hello?

Hey, I had to totally bail on the library.

I got this weird feeling some dudes
were eyeballing me.

I mean, could've been homeless,
or could've been assassins...

Shit.

[gunshot]

[intense music playing]

Get down!

[grunting]

[grunting]

[blade slashes]

[gunfire continues]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[gunfire continues]

[grunting]

[blade slashes]

[gunfire continues]

[grunts]

Keep him alive!

What do you think I'm trying to do?

[grunts]

Get down!

[shouting]

[coughs]

Where's the drive?

You won't need it.

I got it. Move!

- [gun clicking empty]
- Fuck.

- I'm out.
- Me, too.

They got the drive.

Basement.

[tense music playing]

They're not down here.

Doesn't make any sense.

Staircase is the only way in and out.

They took the elevator.

[panting]

[bicycle bell dings]

Jesucristo.

[Tamara] They got away.

[panting]

[iron clangs]

What are you doing?

I need car keys to get Plum to a hospital.

You take a gunshot victim to the hospital,
there'll be questions.

They could connect you to all this.

Every cop in Philly's on their way here.
They'll take care of him.

He'll die by then.

I should've stayed with him
at the library.

- This is my fault.
- [car alarm chirps]

[car alarm chirps]

- [dramatic music playing]
- [Russell groaning]

[engine starts]

[Russell coughs, groans]

- He's trying to say something.
- Leo... Leo... Leo...

I can't understand you.

Leo... [labored breathing]

Ahlquist.

Leo Ahlquist? Who's that?

Chemist... from the photo.

In Dover.

Be careful.

You, too.

- [siren wailing]
- Go.

We need to get the hell out of here.

[Tamara] So what's the plan here?

They have the drive. It's the whole reason
Lila and Amisha came here.

We don't even know why it's important.

If we did, we'd know
what they want to do with it.

If we knew that, we'd know
where they're heading.

And how the hell
do we find any of that out?

Leo Ahlquist. He's our only lead,
and he knows why that photo's important.

- [scoffs]
- We need to track him down.

Come on, we look like shit.
You're covered in blood.

That stands out, even in Philly.

We need to get out of here
before anybody knows who we are.

[uneasy music playing]

Too late.

[thunder rumbling]

His face is everywhere.

How long before your name
gets dragged into all this?

[sighs] Yeah.

I got through a Mississippi
summer boot camp.

OCS with a D.I. who hated my guts,

and yet somehow this bullshit
I'm not gonna survive?

[Elspeth] That's not gonna happen.

- 'Cause we're not gonna let it happen.
- [sighs]

We need to figure something out.

No shit. [sighs]

'Cause you put your arm
around Paul Bunyan,

called him your old friend
in front of the media,

and now, he's public enemy number one.

Well, do we spin it?

To who?

The reporters putting his face up
anywhere they can?

They smell blood. [sighs]

And ratings.

And right now, as we speak,

they're looking into him, you,

Cahill's suicide.

How long until they figure out
it's all connected?

Indonesia and Anna Merrick?

You want to be
the leader of the free world?

Then act like it
and make some hard decisions

because this needs to be resolved... now.

He's on the run, desperate,

and one wrong turn away from a possible
death sentence if he gets caught.

His only option is to go after
the guy in that photo.

You find that man,
and you'll find Jack Reacher.

And when you do...

handle it.

- [intense, dramatic music playing]
- [sirens wailing]

- Hey! I got a GSW to the chest in my car.
- Yep. I'm on it.

- I should take a look at your neck.
- No, no. Go help my friend.

Please.

How'd your buddy get shot?

I don't know.

We were walking down Chestnut.

All of a sudden,
there was gunfire everywhere.

Chestnut? Our radios have been popping off
nonstop since it happened.

Looks like something hit you in the neck.

Yeah, maybe some flying glass got me.

- It was total chaos.
- [siren wails]

Trauma one. And get Dr. Berman down here.

- We're gonna need help.
- [head nurse] Copy that.

- I'm gonna need your statement.
- Sure. Of course.

Whatever I can do to help.

Just let me get this cleaned up,
and I'll tell you everything I saw.

Be right back.

Hey. Can I get this looked at?

Nurse's station's right there.

- Meet you there in a minute.
- Okay.

[cop] Hey.

Hey, you.

[suspenseful music playing]

Your friend's phone
fell out of his pocket.

Thank you.

Thanks.

That guy an actor or something?
I swear I know him from somewhere.

Sir, it's over here.

Yeah, I'm just gonna
hit the bathroom real quick.

[cop 2] He's one of the guys.

Stop.

Get down! Get down on the ground now!

[cop 2] 1622, foot pursuit

inside Penn Presby, the south exit.

White male, about five-nine, 150 pounds...

[intense, dramatic music playing]

♪ ♪

- [distant helicopter whirring]
- [siren wailing]

- Shit.
- What?

Look at you. You think a hat's
gonna make you blend in?

We're fucked.

We stay on the fringes, move fast.
We have no options.

Speaking of fucked, how about you
sleeping with the enemy?

Come on, how'd she know about
that big scar on your stomach

if you weren't undressed in front of her?

I'm undressed in front of you
and we're not having sex.

That's 'cause you not my type, Conan.

But don't dodge my question.

Lila sexed you up
to get you to do what she wants.

I was already doing what she wanted.

Oh, so you just that irresistible?

Apparently.

End of day, you were in a no-tell motel
getting busy with a killer.

So was she.

Damn. That's messed up.

But I'm not one to talk.

My ex-boyfriend?

I arrested him in a prostitution sting.

That was a nice surprise.

Is that why you like Jacob?

Excuse me?

Kind of the anti-Conan type
and a good guy.

Your last boyfriend wasn't.

You don't know shit from pound cake.

Bam. Found him. Leo Ahlquist.

CEO of Plutus Chemical.

Largest producer of pesticides in America.

Plutus, Greek god of agriculture.

Started in DARPA before founding
his company and settling in Dover.

How far?

[Tamara] Ninety minutes,
depending on traffic.

[sighs] But we don't have a car.

We don't need one.

[tense, suspenseful music playing]

[monitor beeping]

[monitor beeping]

♪ ♪

[grunting]

[cop] Let's go. Third floor. Move!

[P.A. announcer] Bus to New York City,

stops in New Hampton, Trenton,
Princeton and New Brunswick.

There. Dover.

When the porter goes around back, we move.

Last time we were on a bus,
we got made in ten seconds.

We're not going on the bus.

Now.

[dramatic music playing]

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

[compartment door closes]

Get comfortable.
We're gonna be in here a while.

[sighs]

[suspenseful music playing]

[panting]

[birds chirping]

[line rings]

[Monty over phone] Hello?

Hello?

Who the hell is this?

Uncle Monty.

Jacob. What the hell's going on?

I got Philly cops calling me,

and you're all over the news
for helping some killer?

It's not true.

Well, I don't know what's true anymore.

You lied to me about calling the FBI.

And then, you disappear.

I know. I know. I'm sorry.
We had no other choice.

Okay? It's not just the cops
that are after me.

Like I said, it's the Feds. It's...

it's the goddamn CIA.

The CIA?

Are you on drugs, Jakey?

No, no. I-I'm sober, but I am terrified.

Okay? They're already responsible
for Anna and Ben.

If they get to me, they'll kill me, too.

A guy I was with, he just got shot.

Jesus.

[sighs] Okay, listen.

We'll-we'll call some people.

- Okay.
- We'll figure this out.

There's that criminal defense attorney
in Hackensack. The Italian guy.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- He's good.

I don't need an attorney.
I haven't done anything wrong.

Okay? What I need is to get out
of Philadelphia,

but I can't because
everyone is looking for me.

Please, Uncle Monty, please,
you're the only one who can help me.

Okay. Okay, look,
I'm halfway to Philly already.

What? Why?

Because I figured
you'd be heading back there,

and I wanted to get there
before the shit got worse.

So, listen, I'll come and get you,

but you got to promise
to talk to a lawyer, okay?

I mean, it's all privileged, Jakey.
He can't-can't rat you out to anybody.

Please. I-I don't know
what else to do, kid.

Okay.

Thanks, Unc.

[somber music playing]

'Cause I don't know what to do either.

Lindross.

Hextall.

Shultz.

- Kerr.
- What are you doing?

Listing my goldfish from childhood.

Why?

Don't worry about it.

[metal rattling]

Bobby Clarke.

You had a fish named Bobby Clarke?

My pets were named after Flyers.
Just... shut up.

Are you claustrophobic?

Just learning that now.

Trying to keep my mind off the fact
that we're in a moving metal coffin,

and I just ran out of fish.

Six times six?

What?

You need to engage your mind
in something purely logical.

Phobias are emotional reactions
to perceived, but unreal, threats.

- Feels real to me.
- It's not.

There's more than enough space
and air for both of us,

but you're convinced there isn't.

It's mid-70s,
but you probably think it's hot.

- It's warm.
- No, it's not.

So, focus your mind on something logical,

so your brain won't have room
for nonsense.

Nothing more logical than math.

So...

Six times six?

- Thirty-six, but I don't think...
- Seven times eight.

Fifty-six. It's not working...

- Four times three.
- Twelve.

Thanks. For doing this.

Happy to help.

Five times five.

Twenty-five.

You're pretty nice for a giant killer.

Especially after I ducked
Anna's case at first.

Sorry about that.

I didn't want to get involved 'cause...

I just hadn't been a real cop,
doing real police work, for a while.

Why?

A hundred and thirty divided by eight.

Long division? Fuck you.

Fair. But you ducked my question.

Why'd you stop being a cop and decide
to ride it out till you get your pension?

You're too good a detective for that.

[sighs]

A few years ago, I catch an assault.

Drunk college kid slaps a waitress
across the face, hard.

Lost a tooth. Black eye.

Guy was six-two. Waitress, five-three.

Had the surveillance footage.
Open and shut.

Superiors told me to drop the charges.

Kid was connected.

His parents were big donors to the mayor,
but it didn't sit right with me,

so... I waited till he walked out
of some firm he was interning at,

and I arrested his ass in a very public
and humiliating way.

- I bet his parents loved that.
- Well, they shouldn't have raised

a piece of shit that hits women.

So, they buried you on last out,
and you stopped giving a shit.

Funniest part?

This case...

Lila and Amisha,

what they did to Anna and Ben,
that Internet girl,

and God knows who else,

it all got me to give a shit again.

I convinced myself I didn't care,

but I never stopped loving the job.

Chasing down leads,
working the clues the right way.

Now that I got that feeling again
from this case,

it's this case that's gonna make me
lose my badge and wind up locked up.

Decent chance.

[sighs] Yeah, well...

thanks for telling me
not to think about emotional shit

then have me tell you how my career
and life are probably ruined.

But you're doing better?

I guess.

[sighs]

Is it getting hot in here?

Eight times nine.

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[gun cocks]

[Amisha] Gentlemen.

Buyers are ready and eager to bid.

When the auction is over,

each one of you
will leave this country rich enough

to disappear forever, and off to live
the life you've always fantasized of.

Your dream is so close.
Don't let it slip away now.

You all know your responsibilities.

Work together, work fast,
and get the job done.

Continue.

[sighs]

[conversing in Indonesian]
Where are we on the code?

Very close.

[keyboard clicking]

I don't need close.

I need complete.

How much longer?

I'm just finishing up the prompt now.

It is lengthy, but not so much
to overwhelm the AI.

Y-Y-You need great detail,
but also clarity.

[typing]

[computer chirps]

I believe it's ready.

Run it.

It's working.

Once the program is complete,
how long to fabricate?

Something this complex takes time.

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

That's the one thing we don't have.

You aren't going to disappoint us?

No. I... I assure you,

you will get what you need in time.

[quietly] Amisha.

[sighs]

Everything will work out.
You will get this done.

Why do you have such faith in me?

When you found me, panhandling
on the streets of Jakarta,

you could've stolen
the little money I had,

sold me into sex slavery,

but you took me in, taught me,
treated me like I was your own.

I am to you what you were to Putra.

I have more than faith in you, Amisha.

I would walk through hell with you.

Well, if these people we made promises to
are disappointed,

we just might have to.

[dramatic music playing]

[birds chirping]

[brakes squeaking]

Jacob?

Mother of God.

- Jakey?
- I'm...

I'm okay.
I-I just want to get out of here, okay?

- You're safe now.
- Yeah.

Okay, buddy.

Just, uh, let's get in the back.

- You need to keep your head down.
- Okay, yeah.

- Half the damn city's looking for you.
- Yeah.

- What about your friends?
- [door closes]

- We need to pick them up, too?
- [door closes]

No.

The reporter's in the hospital.

What, the cop and the-the big guy?

[sighs] Not here. Please, just go.

Yeah, in a sec. I just...

I already lost Ben and Anna.

I'm not losing you, too.

Just... want to make sure that
we're all thinking straight here.

But I don't feel safe here.

I'll explain on the road, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

- [engine starts]
- You're safe now, kid.

Yeah. I'll be all right.

- Thanks for coming for me.
- Aw, come on.

Your father was more of a brother to me
than my own brother.

You know how much
I love you, right, Jacob?

Why are we idling, Monty?

I love you so much, Jakey.

- [siren wails]
- It's just,

- it's for the best.
- No, no, no.

- No, no. Shit.
- It's for the best.

- What the fuck did you do?
- I'm gonna get you

- the best lawyer.
- Let me out of here.

- No, let me the fuck out of here.
- You can't stay on the run, Jakey.

- Monty, please.
- You're not gonna make it.

- You're gonna get killed.
- Monty, they'll kill me!

- [siren wails]
- [Jacob] Please, please, please.

You're making a mistake, Monty.

Monty, you're making a mistake!

No, no, no, no!

Let me out, let me out!

- Listen to me, please!
- Trust me. Trust me.

- [Jacob] No! Oh, God.
- [door closes]

- Thanks for making the call.
- [Jacob] No, let me out of here!

The city owes our gratitude.

- Please, please, don't let them take me.
- Shut the fuck up.

- I get locked up, they'll get to me.
- [Monty] Whoa, take it easy.

[handcuffs clicking]

I'll take this piece of shit
any way I want.

I jumped right in the car
when I heard the call come in.

I personally want to perp-walk
this son of a bitch,

and then I'm gonna throw
his cop ass in lockup.

Look, this is a mistake.

I-I just wanted him taken off the street,
so he'd be safe.

This... He just,
he didn't do anything wrong.

- He just got caught up in something.
- Yeah, he did.

And he got my partner
caught up in it, too.

Monty, please.

The deputy commissioner said that
he'd be treated right. We had a deal.

His buddy assaulted a cop.
Fuck you for taking his side.

Get your hands off me.

- Jakey, I'm gonna get you a lawyer.
- [Docherty] You did an excellent job,

- Lieutenant. Have a nice day.
- Oh, you son of a bitch.

This is bullshit.

Jakey, don't you worry,
I'm gonna take care of you.

I'm gonna take the long way back.

Nothing to the face.
We don't need no marks.

Don't worry, Jakey,
I'm gonna make this right.

Fuck you.

[door closes]

[tense, dramatic music playing]

[brakes squeaking]

Thanks.

Afternoon.

We need to speak
with Leo Ahlquist, please.

May I ask what this is regarding?

I guess.

Um... what is this regarding?

None of your business.

[Tamara] It's a police matter.
We need to talk to your boss,

and you're getting in the way of that.
You want an obstruction charge?

I make minimum wage.

I'll take that as a no.

Don't call him. Take us there.

We don't want to ruin the surprise.

[tense music playing]

Drop it.

Sir, I-I'm sorry.
They're cops, and they insisted...

That's fine, Miranda.
Go find Vance for me, would you, please?

Who's Vance?

My lawyer.

Why does an upstanding man
like you need a lawyer?

Have anything to do with the evidence
you're destroying?

Amazing how you just wake up one morning
and you exercise and you

take your vitamins and brush your teeth,

and all the time with no idea
that that's the day

that the phone is gonna ring
and blow everything to hell.

Who called you?

Nolan Cahill.

Chief of staff to John Sampson,

but I assume you know that.

He rang me up a few days ago
about the data leak.

He said he had it covered,
but I knew you or someone like you

would eventually show up.

CIA would never be able
to keep a lid on this.

I want to know what's on these servers
and how it's connected

to that photo you're in.

I'm not telling you anything
until Vance gets here.

Okay.

I'm gonna pull your fingers back
one by one until they snap.

First one, you'll be in shock.

Second one, you'll be in pain.
And by the third one,

you'll tell me everything you know.

Ready?

[Vance] Don't move.

[Ahlquist] Thanks for joining us, Vance.

Vance isn't my lawyer.

Last time I saw him, he was working
the deep-fry at the bowling alley.

So, the mercenaries
have been yours the whole time.

Yeah, and they're quite expensive.

- [hammer clicks]
- Shame I killed so many of them.

[dramatic music playing]

This all could've been avoided, you know?

You should've just walked out
of that police station three days ago,

got yourself a cheesesteak,
and left Philly.

But you didn't, and now,
you're gonna die for it,

and you'll never even know why.

You have no idea what that photo
really contains, do you?

Real question is, how is a man
selling bug spray involved in all this?

This whole mess was never my intention,
but the world is complicated.

Some eggs get cracked
so others get omelets.

Everyone who died,
they're just cracked eggs to you?

As are you two.

Don't "deal" with them in the office.
Take them off-site.

[door opens and closes]

Let's move.

- [intense music playing]
- [all grunting]

- [bone snaps]
- [yells]

[screams]

[grunting]

[Vance] No! No! No! No!

Oh, fuck!

[screaming]

[Taser crackling]

- [grunts]
- [crackling]

[grunts]

[groaning]

Take 'em out to the woods
and shoot 'em in the fucking head!

[birds chirping]

[distant train horn blowing]

[Amisha] It's an honor to meet you.

We cannot thank you enough
for your selflessness,

and we'll forever be in your debt.

[Lila] Anything you want or need
will be provided.

There's no request too big,
no task too small.

We're here to serve you.

[tense music playing]

[grunts softly]

[Tamara] You okay?

You rode the lightning pretty hard
before getting your head punted.

[grunts]

[sighs]

We're off the main road.

[birds chirping]

Doing math isn't gonna make me
feel better, is it?

They're gonna drive us deep into
the woods, and then they're gonna kill us.

Shoot us right here in this van,

wrap us up in this tarp and bury us.

Anything we can do?

No.

In less than 30 minutes,
we'll both be dead.

[tense music playing]

We should've been in the district
a half hour ago.

Shut up.

You're stalling because you don't want
to do what you're about to do.

Shut the fuck up.

Just... don't do it.

Whoever's paying you, whoever
wants me dead, they are bad people,

but you're not. You are not a bad person.

- You don't know me.
- Tamara does.

And she would've asked
for a new partner years ago

if she thought you weren't good police.

She got assigned to me. Stuck with me.

Assignments can change.

She could've filled out the paperwork,
but she was okay with you

because you're a good cop.

And I'm a good cop.

And you're about to kill me.
You're about to kill a good cop!

I said shut the fuck up
for the last fucking time!

[dramatic music playing]

- [brakes squeaking]
- This is it.

[tense music playing]

I once told a friend,

we live and then we die.

As long as we do both properly,
we don't have much to regret.

In a few seconds,
those doors are gonna open,

guns are gonna be pointed at us.

We're gonna sit up straight, chest out,

look those assholes right in the eye
and let them know we're not scared.

- You understand me, Detective Green?
- [van door opens]

You and I are gonna die properly.

[van doors close]

[van door opens]

[guns cock]

♪ ♪

Time to die.

♪ All our times have come ♪

[♪ Blue Öyster Cult plays
"(Don't Fear) The Reaper"]

♪ Here, but now they're gone ♪

♪ Seasons don't fear the Reaper ♪

♪ nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain ♪

♪ We can be like they are ♪

- ♪ Come on, baby ♪
- ♪ Don't fear the Reaper ♪

- ♪ Baby, take my hand ♪
- ♪ Don't fear the Reaper ♪

- ♪ We'll be able to fly ♪
- ♪ Don't fear the Reaper ♪

♪ Baby, I'm your man ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ La, la, la, la, la ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Valentine is done ♪

♪ Here, but now they're gone ♪

♪ Romeo and Juliet ♪

- ♪ are together in eternity ♪
- ♪ Romeo and Juliet ♪

♪ Forty thousand men and women
every day ♪

- ♪ Like Romeo and Juliet ♪
- ♪ Forty thousand men and women ♪

- ♪ every day ♪
- ♪ Redefine happiness ♪

♪ Another forty thousand
coming every day ♪

♪ We can be like they are ♪

- ♪ Come on, baby ♪
- ♪ Don't fear the Reaper ♪

- ♪ Baby, take my hand ♪
- ♪ Don't fear the Reaper ♪

- ♪ We'll be able to fly ♪
- ♪ Don't fear the Reaper ♪

♪ Baby, I'm your man ♪