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Previously on Reacher...

You were face-to-face with the guy.

- You could've killed him. - Wasn't the time.

Because you found out Teresa's still alive?

Is that the cop you killed

- at my school? - Those people back there

were DEA agents.

They asked me to help them find a missing woman that worked for your father.

Some army punk and a PI in Chicago

accessed files on my guys.

Both in the 110th Special Investigators.

- Reacher was in the 110th. - Go put a bullet

in his fucking head!

Need you to come get me. My cover's blown.

A couple of professional bad guys just took a run at me.

Said he was sent by somebody named Costopoulos.

- Do it again! - No! Please!

I'll give you anything.

I want a matching set.

Teresa's on the Sweet Marie.

- Where is she now? - They moved her somewhere so McCabe

could watch her himself.

That's our last lead

burning up out there.

That's not exactly true.

Pack your sunscreen, Duffy.

We're going to Los Angeles.

♪ Hey, well, I'm the friendly stranger in the black sedan ♪

♪ Won't you hop inside my car? ♪

♪ I got pictures, got candy...

This isn't the way to the airport.

Uh, I got to run an errand first.

What kind of errand?

- I got to see somebody. - Who?

What are you, a fucking owl? I got to run an errand.

How do you know your way around Boston so well?

Been to Fenway a few times.

Sox fan?

- Yankees. - Fuck you.

♪ Great God in heaven, you know I love you ♪

Who is it?

It's Susan, Mrs. D.

Hello, sweetheart. I'm in my housecoat.

- It's early. Is everything okay? - Yeah, no, I'm sorry.

I was passing through and I just wanted to check in.

- Who's the tall drink of water? - He's a counselor at the clinic with me.

Oh. Come in.

You're doing God's work. Mister...

Just Reacher.

Any news on my granddaughter?

We're making progress.

Whole community is out looking for Teresa, day and night.

She was doing so well, too.

A relapse like this took her mother.

But she didn't have Susan Duffy looking out for her, that's for sure.

You hungry? I know you like chowder for breakfast.

Oh, you're too much.

Come on, I'll put some Folgers on.

♪ Ain't coming back ♪

♪ To this one-room shack...

You take your pills today?

Soon as I got up.

The doctor said, "With food."

I take 'em with food, I get gas.

So, how long you two been an item?

Our relationship is strictly professional.

Oh, like hell it is.

Your Irish is showing.

You need to get your eyes checked, old lady.

Yeah, I'm old.

So I know a thing or two about a thing or two.

Like when young people got a connection.

I see it in how he looks at you and you at him.

Lock this one down.

She's a good egg.

Like my Teresa.

She just wants me for my body.

You ever seen a face like that?

Some beor, huh?

She's beautiful, Ms. Daniel.

And a stand-up kid.

You know, back when she was in third grade,

all the kickballs went missing from the gym.

And Teresa took the rap

so her friend Mikey Gilemi wouldn't get in trouble for stealing 'em.

The principal grilled her for an hour.

But my granddaughter's no rat.

She's a good shit.

Kid has her troubles.

But she'll get through.

She'll come back to me.

You'll track her down.

Yes, ma'am.

I will bring her home.

Morning.

Who sent you?

You did.

When two of your friends tried to kill me last night.

Turn around.

You're, uh, you're Ms. Neagley.

And you're dead, unless you tell me

who ordered the hit, Mr. Costopoulos.

Julius McCabe?

That a question?

Were you maybe gonna say Xavier Quinn?

There's only a few people left alive who know that name.

About to be one less unless you tell me where to find your boss.

Let me explain your situation.

It's early. All your neighbors are asleep.

Soon they'll hear a gunshot.

By the time they get to the window and look outside, I'm gone.

I have no ties to you, my gun's clean

and I've got a program on my laptop that'll make it look I was at home

searching for end tables on Wayfair when you died.

So the only thing stopping me from killing you

is my patience.

Look, he-he's not my boss anymore,

but I was Quinn's fixer back when he was set up here.

- He was in Chicago? - Till, like, five years ago.

Took over a family-run export business,

but shit went really pear-shaped.

- How? - Uh, family'd had enough.

Threatened to talk to the authorities if Quinn didn't leave them alone,

so they all turned up dead.

Even the kids.

And then?

He found another business he could muscle his way in on,

out in Portland fucking Maine.

What business?

Bizarre Bazaar.

Gunrunner passed himself off as some kind of carpet king.

Quinn probably figured, you know, the guy's already dirty,

so he's less likely to snitch.

But if he's hiring out hits,

then something's gone wrong.

Yeah, he's cleaning up before raising his anchor again.

And that family out in Maine is about to get bodied,

just like the one in Chicago.

Bizarre Bazaar. Portland. Dead family. Got it.

So, you gonna shoot me? Right in front of children?

No.

Next time you want to kill me, send more guys.

Five feet to the left

and that pole camera'd be on public land

and all this would've been admissible.

Details matter.

♪ I'm gonna go through the floor...

He's not exactly trying to hide his line of work.

Car, clothes, firepower--

all right out of the drug kingpin handbook.

Yep.

Darien makes it and likes to spend it.

He's a smart little fuck, too.

Cuts his junk with just enough crap to amp up profits

and laces it with just enough fentanyl to make it more addictive.

I've personally seen

a half a dozen 15-year-olds in Hawaiian Gardens

blue and bloated from his product.

- Any competitors? - Hardly, anymore.

The competition he did have has all mysteriously died

of projectile lead poisoning

from weapons supplied by Beck and Quinn.

He's got the firepower of a small army.

And he never pulls the trigger.

Has only two convictions, when he was, like, 20:

assault with a deadly weapon and battery.

Quinn's selling some serious machinery.

Even with admissible evidence, an arrest could be a bloodbath.

Darien could get away or catch a bullet, and we need him alive and talking.

You have any more tapes?

Mm. Some, but it's worth next to nothing.

Early on, Eliot and I followed his movements around town,

but it was pretty obvious

he wasn't gonna carry product in city limits, only out in the boonies.

So we nixed the tail after a few days,

but we learned a few things.

He keeps a tight routine.

Takes lunch

at the same upscale douchey bar.

- Rolls with plenty of bodyguards. - Mm-hmm.

Can you make that bigger?

That's what she said.

Right there. You see that?

Yeah. What does that mean?

That means we got him.

- ♪ I learned it all the hard way... - Okay.

See you soon. I owe you one.

♪ That I've repented for my sins...

Yes, I do.

Your contact's game?

Good to go.

Fuckin' A.

I can't wait to see Darien's face

when we lay it all out for that prick.

You know, cons all get that same look.

The one your boyfriend makes

when you pull up your cousin Rhonda's texts on his phone.

- That's specific. - Yeah. My ex was a piece of work.

♪ Oh, baby...

So's my cousin Rhonda.

If he cheated on you, he's an idiot.

♪ The hard way ♪

♪ This is my true confession, darling...

Yeah, well...

scratch a guy from Fort Point, find an asshole.

So, for real-- chances we have good news for Mrs. Daniel?

If everything goes according to plan tomorrow, our odds of success go

from zero to 25%.

So, pretty good.

One in four? That's good?

If someone told you you had a 25% chance

of winning the lottery, you'd buy a ticket.

Okay, but odds of success for what--

finding Teresa or taking out Quinn?

♪ Oh, baby, I've learned it all...

Teresa won't take a back seat to Quinn.

Not anymore. You have my word.

What changed your mind?

You did.

I've seen the way you work.

I've seen what your priorities are.

You're selfless, you have integrity.

So if Teresa's important to you, she's important to me.

I can't guarantee anything.

♪ You gonna have troubles you ain't never...

But I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it.

♪ Yes, if you hear my voice...

Hopefully that makes you feel better about the odds.

Hmm.

♪ Please believe, this time...

You really want to make me feel better?

♪ Oh...

I got an idea.

♪ I've learned it all...

Wait. Wait.

I thought you said we couldn't do this again.

That was before.

Before what?

I saw who you really are.

♪ And my pillow'd be so wet with tears ♪

♪ Thinking about my baby ♪

♪ Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby ♪

♪ Can't you see that I love you, little girl ♪

♪ Oh, sometimes ♪

♪ I walk the streets all night in the rain ♪

♪ Looking for my baby ♪

Wait till you try this.

It's like kissing the devil.

Wow. They don't serve drinks like that in Worcester.

They charge extra for the douchiness?

What branch of the government we have with us here today, hmm?

FBI? DEA?

We're with the GUD. Stands for "get up, dickhead."

You and I both know that I don't have to do that.

'Cause I don't see a warrant.

No paper, no cooperation.

Well, fine.

But you didn't have to shove her over it.

Fuck you talking about, "shove"?

You just stood up and pushed a DEA agent

who simply wanted to ask you a few questions.

That's what my report'll say. That's a federal felony.

We can arrest you right now,

jam you up for years with court dates and expensive lawyers.

We'll lie our asses off to make sure you're convicted.

Might even do a few months inside.

Or...

you can come with us, have a conversation.

That's some dirty shit.

Really? This is your plan-- my gallery?

Think you're gonna find something here?

It's been searched a dozen times, police ain't found shit.

Unlock it before I open it with your head.

I've seen money laundered through bars,

massage parlors, even a petting zoo once,

but this is some high-class shit, Darien.

Glad you appreciate it.

And this is a legitimate business.

I don't know anything about money laundering.

Are you familiar with 18 U.S. Code Section 3559-C?

Also known as the federal "three strikes" law?

Maybe.

Let me dumb it down for you.

You commit three serious violent felonies

and it's a mandatory life sentence.

You already have two priors.

Well, looks like you're one short, so fuck you.

Pretty tough talk.

I'd fight you, but I'd never beat up someone who's handicapped.

Is that your car?

You know it is.

That your handicap placard in the windshield?

Wait, is that what you got on me--

- some parking violations? - It's a little more than that.

We tracked down the doctor who attested to your...

ailment.

Seems you threatened him with violence

if he didn't say that you had severe arthritis in both knees.

That's obtaining something through threat of force,

also known as extortion,

also known as a violent felony.

One, two, three strikes.

You're fucked, asshole.

That's bullshit!

I didn't threaten that doctor. I asked him

- and he did it. - Yeah, that's what he said.

Then I threatened him with loss of his medical license

and a federal wire fraud charge since he emailed his affidavit to the DMV.

He changed his tune. He'll say whatever we tell him to say.

Only person doing the extortion here is you.

Now he's getting it.

So, you spend the rest of your existence

in prison or you do us a favor.

Fu...

What kind of favor?

Yeah, tomorrow morning.

No. No way I'm jumping on a red-eye

with seven figures in a duffel bag.

I have someone in Baltimore that will drive up.

Meet you 10:00 a.m. with the cash. Same place as last time.

Look, I don't want to hear any excuses.

I'm in the middle of a war here and I need what I need.

Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Beck.

We're good now? Get the fuck out of here.

I don't think so.

Duff?

Send 'em in.

We had a deal, man.

About the fake parking pass.

Not about what they find in here.

Nothing turns up, you don't have anything to worry about.

But any purchase orders, deposit slips, withdrawal receipts

that don't trace back to crystal-clear sources--

well, you might want to call a lawyer.

There's the face!

There's the Cousin Rhonda face, right there.

What if Beck doesn't show?

Quinn needs money. He'll make Beck show.

Got tuned up on that houseboat?

Naw, it's just a rug burn.

Well, how do you get a rug burn on your...

You're shitting me.

You two were supposed to be working in L.A.

We set this whole thing up, so shut it, old man.

Beck's here.

What's all that on him?

Quinn's punishment.

- Shit. - I still think

me or Duff should be handling this.

Harley could tell you were feds from a quick glance in a dark warehouse.

In daylight, might as well be wearing a badge around your neck.

Here we go.

Hello, Mr. Beck.

Just keep acting like we're making a gun deal, okay?

Reacher sent me. Only way he could get to you.

That son of a bitch got my ear cut off.

Why would I want to have anything to do with him?

Because you and Richard are dead if you don't.

Got your attention? Good.

Your boss, McCabe-- his real name's Xavier Quinn.

Before he came to Maine, he had taken over a business like yours in Chicago.

Soon as he felt threatened, he killed the entire family that owned it,

created a new identity and disappeared.

And he's about to do the same thing to you and your kid now.

- How do I know you-- - That I'm legit?

Quinn ever mention a PI in Chicago that he tried to kill?

- I'm her. - No shit.

Reacher needs to know when and where the big buy is happening

so he can take care of Quinn before Quinn takes care of you.

Look, I don't know anymore.

McCabe-- or Quinn--

he moved it after we found out Reacher was a plant.

He won't tell you the new plan?

I brought two undercover feds into the house.

He doesn't trust me.

He says I should just put on my little birthday hat

- and focus on my party. - What party?

My birthday. Quinn won't let me cancel it.

He thinks now that feds are watching, something out of the ordinary

like pulling the plug at the last minute is gonna put them on alert.

So, I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do.

Then I guess you're of no use to us.

Good luck.

Hey, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

You have to get us out.

McCabe made my son play Russian roulette in front of me.

So I can only imagine what he would do to Richard

if he found out that I betrayed him.

You don't betray him, you won't have to imagine.

You both know too much to be kept alive.

Reacher is your last hope.

Look, all I know is that

the buyers are flying in sometime today from Yemen.

It's a private airfield somewhere nearby. I don't know which.

- How long are they in town? - No idea.

I've been relegated to "need to know."

Wel, then make it so you need to know.

Find out when and where the buyers are getting the guns

and the woman Quinn's holding.

What, the girl?

I've got no clue where they're keeping her.

I know.

Reacher thought you did, his hands would be around your neck by now.

Hey. What about Darien?

McCabe's expecting me to come back with cash.

Tell him I tried to renegotiate the price and you walked.

Now get back before your driver gets suspicious.

Listen.

Best-case scenario here...

...I'll survive, I'll spend the rest of my life in prison.

But I need one thing to be clear.

My son had nothing to do with any of this.

He's clean.

Reacher knows.

Your son has nothing to worry about.

People have been looking for you.

If it weren't so important

to keep you all nice for the buyers...

...could've had you all to myself.

Use you up.

Then cut off all your pretty pieces.

Then dump you in the riptide like chum when the fun's over.

Shh...

You got no idea how lucky you are

you have red hair.

Man. Haven't eaten since my flight.

Well, I know lobster rolls

aren't a good tradeoff for helping us out today,

but it's the least I could do.

I've been helping Reacher for years. He never bought me lunch.

You never asked.

You know, I'm starting to get why so many people try to kill you.

So, we got a massive gun shipment going to one set of buyers

from an unstable country with poor U.S. relations.

That about sums it up?

It's for a terrorist strike.

It'll be ambitious and it'll be here at home.

- What makes you think that? - Beck's an expert at shipping logistics.

Quinn could easily have him drop the guns right at the buyer's doorstep.

Only reason that wouldn't be done...

Is if the guns are already where you're gonna use 'em.

Exactly. Right here in the U.S.

My brother Joe once told me Homeland estimates

there's a few hundred sleeper cells spread out across the U.S.

at any given time.

Yemeni buyers distribute Beck's weapons to a few sleepers,

they could hit convention centers, stadiums, airports.

- Simultaneously timed attacks in crowded areas. - Total carnage.

All Beck knows as of now is that they land today at a private airstrip.

I'm betting on Sanford Regional Airfield.

Bushes use it when they come to Kennebunkport.

It's discreet and willing to turn a blind eye on regulations.

We could hunt down a flight manifest.

I mean, how many private planes will be coming in from Yemen today?

Any friends at the FAA?

I'll make some calls.

You told me Quinn was dead.

So how'd he end up alive?

Small-caliber bullet, cold water, bad luck.

When the wrong people are underground, it always hurts.

I never met Kohl, your first protégé, but...

I know how you felt about her.

I felt about her the same way I feel about you.

These aren't counterfeiters in Margrave or ex-cops in New York.

Quinn and his men are trained soldiers with a stockpile of badass guns

- that can rip us in half. - Yep.

Just wanted to say it out loud.

'Cause it's making you reconsider?

'Cause it should.

'Cause I want you to know I know the risks.

I'd already tracked down Costopoulos so I could find out where you were.

So when I called you to meet Beck...

My plane ticket to Portland was already booked.

I was coming one way or another.

I'm sorry they came after you and got you involved.

I was involved the moment they came after you.

Speaking of involvement...

I think Duffy should sit this one out.

Why?

I can always tell when you've caught feelings for someone.

Just saying, she might get hurt.

I like her 'cause she doesn't care she might get hurt.

Besides, there's no getting her to back down.

She's got her own reasons for being here.

And the old guy?

No knees, no back.

All heart.

So, this is our team.

This is our team.

Richie.

Oh, hey, Dad.

Wh... I thought you were working today.

What'd you put under that cloth?

Um, nothing, I'm just cleaning up.

You hiding something from me?

No.

Tell me what's under the cloth, Rich.

'Cause from where I'm standing,

it looked an awful lot like a gun.

- Uh... - And the last thing

- I need right now is my son doing something stupid. - Wait, Dad,

wait...

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

It got damaged here, but I, uh, fixed it.

It's gonna take a day for the epoxy to fully set, but...

Yeah.

I got it when I was four.

I'd run around the woods all day with this thing.

Like a real Western hero.

You were like that, too, when you were four.

You were the happiest kid.

Then, after your mom died...

it's like a light went out in you.

You got so quiet.

You just... broke.

I'm just realizing now that...

maybe that's why I've been such a son of a bitch.

Such a bad father.

Yeah. You were.

But you're not... you're not a bad man.

I was a bastard to you,

ever since getting wrapped up with McCabe.

I was cruel.

Cold. Distant.

I did it on purpose, Richie.

You know, if losing...

a wonderful mother

damaged you so much,

well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad, losing someone like me.

I know that's screwed-up logic, you know,

but no one gets training on how to be a dad

unless you get it from your own dad, you know?

Uh, I didn't.

I didn't.

I just didn't want you to hurt after I was gone,

like you did when your mother passed.

'Cause, honestly, I never saw myself

getting out of this situation alive.

Don't say that.

Instead of pushing you away,

I should've pulled you closer to me.

You're such a good person, Rich.

You're everything that I ever wanted in a son.

I'm sorry...

...I caused you so much hurt.

But I promise you,

I will never let them hurt you again.

I love it.

Come here.

I love you, son. I love you.

- The FAA check out? - On the money.

The buyers are moving.

Okay.

Just got off the horn with the storehouse.

All's ready for the buy.

Good.

Head over there now and count inventory while my guys load the trucks.

Copy.

Though you still haven't told me where or when to send them out.

Salvage Yard, 9:00.

During the party?

There'll be time for cake with Richie after the buy.

Richard will be at the movies.

Kid his age, he doesn't want to hang out with a bunch of old people, you know?

Let me be clear.

My bargaining chip stays in this house at the party,

where my guys can keep an eye on him till this is all over.

You don't need a bargaining chip.

I'll just do what you tell me, like always.

Why do you want him out of here so bad?

Hmm?

You're not thinking of fucking me over, are you?

No. Why would I even...

I'll make sure he stays here.

Attaboy.

Now...

...get the fuck out of my office.

Buyers made it to some place called the Martine Inn and Spa.

Okay, good. Stay with them.

Until Beck hopefully comes through?

Even if he does, Quinn's slippery,

so we got to play this smart.

Attack the problem from both sides: buyers and sellers.

Got to go.

Beck.

I got the details from McCabe.

Okay, I'm ready.

The buy's happening at Bullhead Salvage Yard,

outside of town, 9:00 p.m., during my party.

Any chance to belittle me, he takes it.

I trust you. Wouldn't be talking to you if I didn't.

But if this goes bad, Rich and I are dead.

Quinn will be taken down.

Bullhead Salvage.

Not too far from here.

We got some time. We should scout the location.

Figure out where we're gonna set up.

What?

I asked a question.

Villy and I have been talking,

and we think we should bring the ATF in on this.

It's gonna be a lot of guns and we'll be way outnumbered.

We've always known that.

And we've always known we'd need help when the time eventually came.

We were hoping you'd come around on your own.

No.

Reacher, we need to give ourselves the best possible chance

of saving Teresa and keeping the guns out of the buyers' hands.

You don't need to remind me what's at stake here.

Based on that conversation with Beck, it sounds like I do.

'Cause I didn't hear any mention of stopping terrorists or saving a girl.

I just heard "Quinn."

I'll keep my promise.

Teresa will be found. But Quinn killed my friend.

Mine, too. Eliot's as dead as Kohl is.

As is an ATF agent.

At this stage, they need to be made aware.

They'll never let me take down Quinn,

and that's the only reason I agreed to do any of this.

Quinn will face justice for what he's done.

Justice?

He strung Kohl up like a piece of meat

and bled her out like livestock.

I don't want justice.

I want vengeance.

Yeah, well, between the two of us, there's only one badge.

I'm setting up a sit-down with the ATF.

You don't like it? Don't come.

I'm getting coffee.

Your delay in giving us this information

is a level of impropriety I've never encountered in my career.

We were trying to protect a C.I., sir. An innocent civilian.

One of our own was just killed.

And we're just finding out about it now.

I didn't know your agent

but, given the risk she took going undercover,

I have to believe she would have wanted us

to see the case through as well.

No, you didn't know her.

I did.

Tonight's buy-- where's it taking place?

Uh, we were given this location.

We'll send a team out there

and handle any follow-up investigation.

ASAC Wolcott, take lead.

Yes, sir.

Hey, wait a minute, wait a-- Ho-Hold on. Hold on.

We wanted to bring the ATF in on this case with us,

not to hand it over.

This is a weapons case.

You never should have been on it in the first place.

It's also a case you wouldn't even have

without us serving up this bust to you like fries and a fucking Coke.

We've done all the legwork here.

It was done illegally, off the books.

You're floating, Agent Duffy.

Floating?

No legs to stand on.

Oh, that's cute. Fine.

But we lost an agent on this, just like you.

Steven Eliot was a good young man. I put him on this case

and he's never going home on account of that.

And it's my CI who's still in danger, sir.

Please.

You will be at least 50 yards off point,

in the surveillance van.

Observation only.

No permission to engage.

Yes, sir.

Not all of Quinn's men will be there.

Some will be at a party at Beck's house

keeping guard over Richard, his son,

to incentivize Beck to get the deal done.

You need to send some people there.

And you are?

Reacher.

We had him on the inside at Beck's.

He's a former military investigator.

So what are you doing here now?

Wasting my time.

He didn't want us to involve you.

Why not?

The man behind this,

Xavier Quinn,

he was mine before he was yours.

Or theirs.

He got away over a decade ago,

but I was promised I'd be the one to take him down now.

I didn't promise you anything.

This Quinn or McCabe or whoever he is--

he's ours.

You can hang out in the surveillance van with your DEA buddies.

No.

Your other option is to fuck off.

He'll wait in the van with us.

Once we handle the arrests at point of sale,

we'll go directly to Beck's

and clean up the rest of your mess.

I'm sure you were aware what would happen to your careers

when you decided to walk in here today.

Because, as you can imagine,

I have no choice but to put in a call to the DEA

regarding your conduct on this case.

Agent Sears, I'm the senior officer to Agent Duffy.

She was only following my orders.

Shut up, Guillermo.

Every decision that led to this was my call.

The heat's mine.

I wouldn't worry.

There'll be plenty of heat to go around.

- Take this, too. - Got it.

You're mad at me.

I'm mad Quinn's getting away with it.

He's not.

They're gonna arrest him and he'll get what he deserves.

No. He'll get food, TV,

blanket and a cot not much worse than this bed.

That's more than he deserves.

He deserves pain.

You know, when he gets locked up,

I bet the Russians he owes money to

take him out on the inside.

You don't want anyone else

to do it but you.

You want to look him in the eyes the moment you know he's dying.

I want my Cousin Rhonda moment.

I know.

But that can't happen at Teresa's expense.

What did your old boss Garber used to say?

"Never get distracted from the exact job at hand."

Well, my exact job at hand is Teresa.

I can't let her become my Kohl.

Can you understand that?

Yes.

Then thank you.

Hey, Latham.

How much longer is this gonna take?

Thirty, 40 minutes.

Okay, the exchange is at 9:00.

Make sure the trucks aren't late.

- I'll meet you over there. - Why?

You got somewhere more important to be?

Yeah, I got to get dressed. It's my fucking birthday.

Hey.

Hey.

- Need a hand? - Yeah, thanks.

Yeah.

Let me see.

What?

Nah, sometimes it just hits me how much you look like your mother.

So, listen.

I got to step out for a while.

What? The party's about to start. Uh, guests'll be showing up soon.

I have no choice.

Will you be okay?

Yeah.

It's the end of all of this.

But I need you to do something for me.

Tonight, 9:00,

I want you to come back up to your room here and lock the door.

Can you do that for me?

- Dad, I-- - Richard.

Please, can you do that? 9:00.

Yeah, okay.

I love you, son.

Touching, but you're needed elsewhere.

- Moran, check in. - On your call.

- Martinez. - Standing by.

- Harris? - Ready.

- Breslin. - Ready here.

- Kimmick. - Copy.

No engagement until my signal

on visual confirmation of the package.

Hey, remember, we need eyes on Teresa before any shots are fired.

We'll do everything we can.

That's not good enough. She's counting on us.

The moment we can get to Teresa,

I will personally move her to safety.

We've got company.

Copy. Oscar Mike.

Okay, that'll be the guns.

And Beck and Quinn and Teresa.

We're almost home.

- Where you going? - Getting some air.

He's pissed.

Can't say that I blame him.

Are you shitting me?

You should go back to the van.

You said you understood my position.

I do understand it. I just don't agree with it.

Don't pull Reacher semantics bullshit with me.

Duffy, I respect you professionally and I like you personally.

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

and he's not getting away again.

So, this is how you do things, huh?

You tell me what I want to hear, then you go to a gun shop

and buy a sniper rifle when you say you're stepping out to get coffee?

It was a pawn shop.

The ATF won't let you get away with this.

You'll have feds on your ass the rest of your life.

You'll have to bounce from town to town,

always on the move, forever.

Doesn't really affect me then, does it? Now, unless

you think you can get this gun out of my hands

without killing me, step back.

Everything okay?

Boss?

The second this is over you need to dump your phone's SIM cards,

wipe your servers and delete anything that connects you to me

- for the past week. - 'Cause you're about to do something

that'll piss off a lot of people in the federal government?

'Cause I'm about to do something I don't want you connected to.

Buyers are here. I got to go.

Peel off and do what I said.

What do you mean, "the buyers are here?"

I'm still following them right now.

Black SUV just pulled up.

Whoever it is, it's not the buyers.

Been on them since they left the hotel.

Heading down some two-lane forest road

with my lights off for about seven, eight miles now.

The road you're on-- does it follow the coastline?

Yeah. Why?

They're headed to Beck's house.

That's where the deal's taking place.

Don't let 'em see you.

Stay close to the compound in case they try to leave with Teresa.

I don't follow.

Quinn's not here. It's a trap.

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♪ A John Lee Hooker evangelist ♪

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