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Previously on Reacher...

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

No way. I'm going to that restaurant.

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

I'm sorry.

I should've listened.

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!

- I don't care if I die! - Shut your mouth.

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.

Give me that fucking drive!

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.

Get down!

Keep him alive!

What do you think I'm trying to do?

Get down!

Where's the drive?

You won't need it.

I got it. Move!

Fuck.

- I'm out. - Me, too.

They got the drive.

Basement.

They're not down here.

Doesn't make any sense.

Staircase is the only way in and out.

They took the elevator.

Jesucristo.

They got away.

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.

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

I can't understand you.

Leo...

Ahlquist.

Leo Ahlquist? Who's that?

Chemist... from the photo.

In Dover.

Be careful.

You, too.

Go.

We need to get the hell out of here.

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.

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.

Too late.

His face is everywhere.

How long before your name gets dragged into all this?

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?

That's not gonna happen.

'Cause we're not gonna let it happen.

We need to figure something out.

No shit.

'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.

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.

- 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.

Trauma one. And get Dr. Berman down here.

- We're gonna need help. - 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.

Hey.

Hey, you.

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.

He's one of the guys.

Stop.

Get down! Get down on the ground now!

1622, foot pursuit

inside Penn Presby, the south exit.

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

- 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?

Ninety minutes, depending on traffic.

But we don't have a car.

We don't need one.

Let's go. Third floor. Move!

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.

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

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.

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.

'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.

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.

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.

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.

Is it getting hot in here?

Eight times nine.

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.

Where are we on the code?

Very close.

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.

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.

Amisha.

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.

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?

We need to pick them up, too?

No.

The reporter's in the hospital.

What, the cop and the-the big guy?

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.

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.

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!

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.

No! Oh, God.

- Thanks for making the call. - 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. - Whoa, take it easy.

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. - 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.

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.

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.

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?

Don't move.

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.

Shame I killed so many of them.

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.

Let's move.

No! No! No! No!

Oh, fuck!

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

It's an honor to meet you.

We cannot thank you enough for your selflessness,

and we'll forever be in your debt.

Anything you want or need will be provided.

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

We're here to serve you.

You okay?

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

We're off the main road.

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.

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!

This is it.

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?

You and I are gonna die properly.

Time to die.

♪ All our times have come ♪

♪ 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 ♪