All language subtitles for Reacher.S01E04.In.a.Tree.1080p.10bit.BluRay.AAC5.1.HEVC-Vyndros

(CRICKETS CHIRPING)

(EXHALES SOFTLY)

(BONE CRACKS)

(BONE CRACKS)

(GRUNTS)

(BONES CRACKING)

(EXHALES)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(THUNDER ROLLING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(PANTING)

Finlay.

Any luck tracking down Spivey?

Dead end. You?

Well found out Hubble's been
lying to his wife.

Hasn't worked at the bank in a year.

Guess we could throw that into

the "What the Heck
Does That Mean" pile.

Anything else?

Potential lead
on your brother's rental car.

A driver called in a burnt-out vehicle

a few hundred yards
west of mile marker 97,

off of Rural Route 9.

On my way.

Who else knows about it?

Only those who need to.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(SIGHS)

-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
-(INSECTS CHITTERING)

Time to stop for a snack, I see.

Worked up an appetite.

It was on the way.

-No, thanks.
-Missing out.

Yeah, on heart disease.

Farmer chasing down
one of his pigs found it.

Roscoe told Teale the plates matched

one of Morrison's old collars
to throw him off the scent.

-There are no plates.
-Yup.

Someone took pains to hide it
from the road with brush,

but last night's rain
washed away the cover.

Joe would have wanted
an SUV for headroom.

Still doesn't mean
it was your brother's.

We're in Big Car Country.
Could be stolen.

Would've been reported missing by now.

Fire didn't start in the engine
or the gas tank.

Burn's darkest in the center,
then spreads out.

Accelerant and a match.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(BRAKES SQUEAKING)

It's Roscoe.

Hey.

What are we looking at?

This Joe's car or what?

REACHER: Think so. Can't be 100 percent.

Charred pretty bad.

Might be able to get a partial VIN.

We can send photos to forensics.

Old army trick.

When you run out of gun oil,
acetic acid from ketchup

and salt for abrasion
make a great metal cleaner.

And you put that in your body.

Tastes good.

All right, I'll get Picard
to run the VIN.

A Fed'll get faster results
than a detective from nowhere.

How'd it go at the Blue Cat?

South Americans got to Spivey
before I did.

-Found him stashed in their trunk.
-Shit.

Well, you told me you had a dead end,
not a dead body.

We got to find these guys before
they kill any more of our leads.

I know where you can find the South
Americans, but they won't talk.

Why not? I'm a good interrogator.

Not that good.

(SIGHS) Seven.

Seven bodies since you set foot
in my town.

They charged me and they were armed.

Fine. I get it.

The real number's eight.
Hubble's dead, too.

We just haven't found him yet.

You're either not talking or saying
the exact thing to piss me off.

Okay, what matters is we lost
the chance of figuring out

who sent the South Americans here.

Where the hell are you going?

Get rid of those bodies.

They're evidence.
We don't destroy evidence.

Those bodies get found, we'll be
flooded with state cops, county cops.

We don't know who we can trust.

We need to keep them hidden
until we find out who killed Joe

SO we can keep this investigation
between us.

-I know. I'll keep an eye on him.
-(SIGHS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(SIGHS)

ROSCOE: Oh, my God. His legs.

I did that after.

It's like Tetris.

That's an exit wound.

You shot them in the back.

You just told Finlay they charged you.

I told Finlay what he needed to hear.

This isn't the movies.
I had a chance to kill them and I did.

What happened in Baghdad?

You've been talking to KJ.

No. He's been talking to me.

But don't change the subject.

If we're gonna see this thing through,

I need to know what kind
of person I'm working with.

So what happened in Baghdad, Reacher?

It wasn't Baghdad.

It was a small village
40 klicks north.

-I was tracking an AWOL PFC.
-(CHILDREN CHATTERING AND SHOUTING)

Group of boys, 10, 11 years old,

played soccer in a bombed-out hangar
every day.

Whenever they'd see me, they'd wave.

-I waved back.
-(BOY LAUGHS)

One night it got real late.
They hadn't returned.

Between insurgents and IEDs, I wanted
to make sure they got home safe.

(BOY CRIES AND GRUNTS)

I went back to the hangar so they
wouldn't have to walk back alone.

(BOY YELLS)

Three men from the village
were abusing the boys.

You can fill in the blanks.

I sent the kids away, but stayed
to give the adults a choice.

They could turn themselves in
to Iraqi police

or they'd answer to me.

I knew they'd come for me...

(WHISPERING VOICES)

...So when they did, I was ready.

(BODIES THUDDING)

How did KJ know about this?

Kliners have money.

Money buys access and information.

So...

you have a problem with me
killing people who hurt children?

"Cause I want to know
the kind of person I'm working with.

No.

I guess I don't.

Good.

Now, let's get to the airport
and dump these bodies.

(ELECTRICAL STATIC)

Oh, fuck's sakes.

(SIGHS)

Oh, fuck.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS) Done.

What?

Nothing.

Just...

when I asked Mosley what kind of
business Kliner was in,

he said trucking, real estate,
and chemicals.

Know what he didn't say?

Agriculture.

I already told you, a delivery like
that's pretty normal for these parts.

Still...

it was a hell of a lot of animal feed.

Is this really necessary?

Lots of Jags in this city, but only
one with plates we'll recognize.

REACHER: We need a room.

From floors three to seven,
if you have it.

King or two queens?

Two queens.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Only two-queen I have left is a suite.

Not a problem.

Oh, okay, then.

I just need to see some form of ID.

Put it under Officer Welty,
first name Eudora.

E-U-D-O-R-A.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Where'd you get all that cash?

From our friends in the trunk.

Apparently, people get paid
a lot to kill me.

If those guys were working
for counterfeiters,

you just paid for our room
with counterfeit cash.

-Not my problem.
-(BELL DINGS)

(DOORS OPEN)

REACHER: Eudora Welty?

Fan of her writing?

ROSCOE: I'm surprised
you've heard of her.

I like short stories.
They get right to the point.

No nonsense.

My guess is Welty is your go-to,

but when you travel,
it's Margaret Mitchell.

Her prose is too long-winded
for you, but...

Georgia born and bred.
Got to represent.

What, do you moonlight
for the psychic phone network?

You can tell a lot about a person
by their pseudonyms.

Take from it what you will,
but I like forgotten vice presidents

and Yankees second basemen.

Oh. If I'd known that,

I would have checked us in
under Willie Randolph.

Early a.m., we go
to Pete Jobling's address.

Talk to his wife.
See if we can suss out

why whoever Killed Jobling
wanted my brother dead, too.

Sounds like a good plan.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

What are you doing?

Buying time.

In the unlikely event
someone tracks us here,

this won't keep them out,
but it'll slow them down.

Give me a few extra seconds
to get my shot off.

What if the maid busts in?

She'd be a very strong maid.

(ROSCOE SCOFFS)

You know we're on the seventh floor?

No one's got the wingspan
to reach that window, not even you.

I know half a dozen sharpshooters

that could take us out
on the 15th floor.

Don't sleep with your head
where it's expected to be, either.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

-Molly Beth.
-Uh, sorry for calling so late.

I hope I didn't wake you.

No, I figured you'd call.

I, um... I tracked down

a lot of Joe's files
pertaining to this case.

I... I don't know if it's everything,
but it's...

voluminous.

I'll have it copied and collated
by the morning.

My flight lands at ATL at 5:00 p.m.

REACHER: Can't meet you there.

Too many cameras at the airport.
You're breaking at least four laws

I can think of handing us those files.

We don't want any record
of this happening.

Molly Beth, take the train
to Five Points station.

No real security there.

I look forward to finally meeting you.

Not under these circumstances,
of course. It's just...

Joe told me so much about you.

-We'll see you tomorrow.
-Hey. (CLEARS THROAT)

-Hold on a minute.
-(BEEP)

You're having this woman
fly across the country

and deliver papers
she could have just shipped.

You want to meet her

just as much as she does you
to talk about Joe,

so... why wait?

Just talk.

(BEEP)

[, uh...

You two must have been close

if you let him bore you
with stories about me.

How long did you work together?

Uh, I started two years ago,

but Joe had already been there a while
at that point.

Already made a name for himself.

Top to bottom, everyone respected him.

A real lead-by-example
kind of guy, you know?

Yeah, I do.

He'd go on about how smart you are.

Maybe too smart for your own good,
he'd say, and...

a pain in his ass sometimes.

But he said you were a good man

and that even though
you were his little brother,

he was the one who looked up to you.

Yeah, for me
it was the other way around.

He was the only man
I ever felt small next to.

I'm glad he found you, Molly Beth.

My brother was a very particular
kind of person.

He didn't take to people easily,

SO you must be special.

He must have cared
about you very much.

(SNIFFLES) I, um...

I cared about him, too.

Very much.

Uh, I should get back to work.

Um, I will see you tomorrow.

-Good night.
-Good night.

(HANGS UP)

You okay?

I'm fine.

Losing family's
a special kind of pain.

When my parents died, I was old enough
to remember all of it

and young enough
to understand none of it.

You're hurting,

and you still tried
to comfort Molly Beth.

Joe was right.

You're a good man.

I'm gonna shower.

We didn't order room service
and we don't need housekeeping.

If anybody tries to come through
that door...

shoot 'em.

(BLUES SONG PLAYING)

Who's watching the door?

(CHUCKLES)

(SONG FADES)

So, uh, we might get some pushback
from Jobling's wife.

Husband's murdered, no leads, she's
not gonna be liking cops too much.

REACHER: Got it.

I'll talk.

Okay.

Hey, um...

So, about last night...

as far as I'm concerned,
it changes nothing.

We've got a job to do.

Okay.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Morning, ma'am.

Is this Pete Jobling's residence?

It is. May I help you?

We're the police, ma'am.

Officers Welty and Randolph.

We'd like to talk to you about Pete.

Something wrong?

We'd just like to speak for a moment.

We can do it outside if that makes you
more comfortable.

Uh, no, I... I guess it's okay
to come inside.

Pete's back in the kitchen.

-(DOOR CLOSES)
-Some police officers say

they need to speak with you, Pete.

Everything okay?

You're Pete Senior.

You're looking for our son.

Is Petey okay?

-Well...
-He's fine, ma'am.

Uh, there was a string of hijackings
recently at his trucking company.

He wasn't involved,

but we want to ask him some questions,

see if maybe he can help us at all
with our investigation.

Thank goodness. (CHUCKLES)
You had me scared.

This happens sometimes, you know.

People getting my Petes confused.

But Junior hasn't lived with us
for a while now.

He's over in Brookhaven
with his wife, Judy.

Here's his address.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

Why'd you lie?

They would've gotten emotional.

We don't have the time.

Oh. Thought maybe after Charlie Hubble
and Molly Beth,

you needed a breather
from breaking bad news.

We don't have the time.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

You wanted to see me, sir?

Captain, come in.

Don't bother. This'll be brief.

Word's going around town
you've been harassing Mr. Kliner.

I was investigating the Morrison
murders like you directed me to.

He says you threatened

to put a part of your anatomy
up into a part of his anatomy.

Something about your foot and his ass.

(SIGHS) Things, regrettably,
turned acrimonious. Not my best moment.

Let me make things
crystal clear for you.

Kliner is one of Margrave's
most important citizens,

and as such, we treat him
and his family with due respect.

That rule is as hard
as the tip of my walking stick.

You understand?

Completely.

He suggested I consider
removing you from your job.

Which is ironic, seeing how
his donations to our force allowed us

to match your bloated
New England salary demands

when we hired you.

And I'm appreciative of that, sir.

Then show it.

That file contains the rap sheets

of a dozen ex-cons
who had a beef with Morrison.

Now, I got a town
full of anxious voters

waiting for me to restore order.

Do a deep dive into those papers.

Find who killed our brother-in-arms.

And maybe we can see
if that inflated paycheck of yours

can be pumped up a little bit more.

We on track?

All four wheels.

And this last bit

I'm gonna spell out for you
like we're in kindergarten.

You're not to do a single
goddamn thing on this matter

without my approval first.

One step out of line,
you're off the case.

Two steps, you lose your career.

Stick or carrot.

Choice is yours.

Excuse the interruption, Chief.

Finlay, your father's on the line.
Says it's urgent.

Do I have your permission
to take this call?

Don't fuck with me.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hey, Pops.

PICARD: Hey. I got that recipe
you asked about.

But I can't read
some of the ingredients,

so I'd prefer to just give you a copy.

Much as I like to see you, Dad,
I can't leave right now.

But I have some friends in the area.

Then send 'em on over to pick it up.

2S, 3W from my place in an hour.

And what about Mama?
And my little sisters?

They're doing okay.

That's what I like to hear.

Talk soon.

All right.

Just got off the phone
with Captain Finlay.

Is everything okay? Any news?

Nothing you need to worry about.

But I do need to go and relay
some sensitive information

about the investigation.

In person.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Is someone coming to relieve you?

We can't let any more people
into the fold.

But I'll only be gone a few hours.

It's okay.

No one knows you're here.

I'm not supposed to do this, but...

Do you know how to use this?

My father took me to the range.

If the need arises,
do not hesitate to use it.

Hesitation will get you killed.

(SIGHS)

JUDY: Uh, cream, sugar?

Uh, black. For both of us, please.

There you go.

So...

Regarding your husband...

He's dead, isn't he?

Yes.

Yes, he is.
I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'm not.

Okay. That's not the reaction
that we were expecting, Mrs. Jobling.

Miller. I didn't take his name.

Ms. Miller.

Why don't you care
that your husband's dead?

It's not that I don't care.
I'm just not sorry.

I warned him over and over
that it was gonna catch up to him.

What was?

You know any other truck drivers
with a place like this?

Who can pay off
their parents' mortgage?

You ever say anything?

When I want to.

So, you suspected that your husband
was engaged

-in illegal activity?
-Yeah.

He was stealing from his company.
From Kliner.

He was hauling air conditioners
for them down to Miami.

Now, he never admitted this,

but with the money he was pulling in,

something tells me not all those
AC units were getting

where they were supposed to go.

Knew he'd piss off
the wrong person eventually.

That wrong person shot your husband
from behind,

left him to die in a field.

Now you speak to say
something like that?

Yes.

Someone I care about was Killed, too.

So if you have anything to share,
share it now.

(EXHALES)

I can show you the boxes.

From his work.

I assume he took the units,

reboxed 'em, sold 'em
on the black market.

It was always boxes
coming in and out of here.

It's amazing what you'll tolerate when
a guy can throw a good hump into you.

(ROSCOE CLEARS THROAT)

The night Pete was killed, you had
no idea who he was going to meet?

No. He was always
getting calls at all hours,

running out, not coming home for days.

At first I'd ask, and that just led
to more fighting.

That why you didn't
report him missing?

That and I just stopped giving a shit.

Woman can only take so much, right?

You can bury his ass in potter's field
for all I care.

I'm flying out of here
first thing tomorrow.

I'm gonna stay with my folks
till I can sell this place.

I'm done with Georgia,
and I am done with that asshole.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Finlay.

2S, 3W. Got it.

On our way.

We need to go.

You need to change
out of that uniform.

Jobling would have to move more ACs

than General Electric
to afford those two houses.

Only thing he cared about moving
was fake cash for Kliner.

Molly Beth said your brother
shut down counterfeiting on U.S. soil.

Bills are produced in South America

by whoever employed the guys we left
in long-term parking.

Money's shipped to Florida.

Jobling drives down with real

air conditioners
to keep up appearances.

Fills the empty boxes with phony cash.

Takes 'em back up to Margrave
for distribution,

but not before he skimmed some
off the top for himself.

You sound confident.

It's a working theory.

Hoping Joe's files confirm it.

Sure we're in the right spot?

2S, 3W.

Two blocks south, three west
of Picard's office.

We're in the right spot.

ROSCOE: Here he comes.

Count to four, then follow.

Everyone holding up okay?

Yeah, we're fine.

What about Charlie and the kids?
Who's watching them?

Nobody. But she can handle herself
for a couple hours.

What'd you get on the VIN?

Registered to a Chevy Equinox
owned by a car rental company.

Someone picked it up last week,

then the plates get pinged at a motel
40 miles outside Margrave.

Only problem,

both car and motel
were under the name Ron Hassey.

That's Joe.

He used the names
of Yankees backup catchers.

Good thing I didn't write
this off, then.

You know, chances are he never
checked out of that motel.

He might have left
something important behind.

It's possible.

He kept meticulous records,
lots of notes.

Motel address. 1517 Oglethorpe Road.

Memorize it, toss it.

Do me a favor, guys.
Hurry up and close this thing out.

I'm stuck in the sticks
and I'm gonna lose my job.

Appreciate your help.

(BLUES SONG PLAYING)

MAN: Yeah, Ron Hassey stayed here.

How come you're asking?

We need to see if he left behind
some personal items.

He did. Briefcase and a garment bag.

They were picked up
about 20 minutes ago.

By who?

Ron Hassey.

What did he look like?

About medium height. Foreign.

Maybe Hispanic or something?

They got a 20-minute head start
and could've gone in any direction.

That briefcase is good as gone.

His briefcase doesn't matter.

-You said he takes field notes.
-He does.

And he knew someone
might come after 'em,

so he'd put 'em
where they wouldn't look.

If you were walking out of there
with Joe's stuff,

looking for his paperwork,
what would you do?

Get lost before his giant brother
found me.

Right. You'd move fast.

Keep the briefcase,
dump the garment bag.

Fuck.

Okay, Joe. Let's see if
you're as smart as I think you are.

No way.

-Looks like a punch list.
-(GUNSHOTS)

-Oh!
-Cover!

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNT)

The tire's blown.

Soon as I fire, we run in
opposite directions.

Harder to hit us if we split up.

On three. One, two, three.

(MAN SHOUTING IN SPANISH)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(GUNSHOTS)

Son of a bitch.

(MEN GROANING)

Mierda!

Mateo!

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

You just killed my cousin.

Now I'm gonna paint your skull

-all over the ground...
-(GUNSHOT)

Thanks.

You made them follow you
'cause you had Joe's note!

Yeah, so you'd stay alive.

I don't need you looking out for me.

I'm a fucking cop, not some girl
who needs your protection.

-Clearly.
-We agreed.

Last night changed nothing.
What the hell were you thinking?

I was thinking when Joe died,

there was almost no one
left in the world I cared about.

And that felt bad.

And then I met you...

and I felt better.

Come on, we got to change a tire.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Finlay.

-You find anything?
-ROSCOE: Yeah.

And then a couple of guys found us.

More bodies? (SIGHS)

ROSCOE: You know
what I want to know?

How the hell those guys
got to the motel before we did.

(SIGHS) Stevenson took
the call from Picard

and forwarded it to the main line.

He could have listened in.

I mean, anyone at the station
could have.

Or... I don't know.

Maybe Stevenson's innocent act
is just that: an act.

Picard's called me at the station
a few times over the past year.

Stevenson could have known his voice,
deciphered the meeting location

and Kliner could have had guys ready
and waiting by the time you arrived.

When I found Spivey
in the trunk of that car,

there was surveillance gear.

It's not a stretch to think
they listened in on parabolic mics.

I can't believe Stevenson's dirty.

But...

I guess he was asking
a lot of questions.

Pretending to be concerned
about the Hubbles.

God, that sneaky piece of shit.

I guess he found out Joe's fake name
and the motel,

and they beat us there.

Yeah, well, we're the ones
that walked away.

All right, we need to go through
what you found.

But not over the phone.

ROSCOE: I... I know a place.
An abandoned farmhouse.

Far enough outside Margrave,
totally secluded.

I'll text you the location.

All right, see you soon.

It was good we were careful
around Stevenson.

You still mad at me?

I know you don't need protection,
but I went with my instinct.

Just like I was taught.

MARINE: This wasn't some butterball,
snot-nosed step-kid.

Your boy pummeled
a brigadier general's son.

That Bishop boy has been a problem
ever since we set foot in Okinawa.

My boys were only standing up
for Billy Docette.

Well, the Docettes don't want
to get involved.

His dad's thinking about his career.

As should you, Stan.

It's a disagreement between kids.

Correct.

And your kid smashed
another kid's face in.

JOSEPHINE: So what are
we talking about here?

MARINE: Joe's a minor.
There's not much they can do to him.

But Bishop's gonna take it out on Stan
any way he can.

What have you heard?

He's gonna find some reason
to bust you down a rank.

Cut your pay.

Transfer you out of Okinawa
to some shit assignment in Germany.

-Jesus.
-But Stanley didn't do anything wrong.

There must be some way to fix this.

I would if I could, Josephine, truly.

But Bishop's a vindictive S.O.B.
Always has been.

He's gonna torpedo my whole career.

Sorry to be the bearer of bad news,

but just wanted to give you
the heads-up.

Appreciate it, Butch.

You're a good man.

Boys, come here.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Is what he said true?

Yes.

It's not fair that you get in trouble.

That's right.

Should have thought of that
before you did what you did.

He hates me.

-I'm gonna take care of this.
-No.

You're not.

You're 12, Reacher.
I'm not letting you get involved.

-But, Joe, I can...
-Your instinct

was to keep your mouth shut.

It was the right one.

Now stay out of it.

FINLAY: E Unum Pluribus.

Out of one, many.

Should be "out of many, one."

E Pluribus Unum. It's backwards.

Do you think that's just a mistake?

Joe never did anything by mistake.

Well, P.H. is obviously Paul Hubble.

W.B.? Anyone know that area code?

Beats me.

The next one's S.C. That's New York.

I led a joint investigation with the

Air National Guard
out of Memphis once.

Think J.W's 901's the area code there.

But these two I don't get.

Joblings' garage
and Gray's Kliner file.

Already been to Jobling's garage.

Empty boxes that didn't tell us
anything we didn't already know.

And Gray didn't have a Kliner file.

When he died,
I went through his office

and his house, cleaned out everything.

There's nothing on Kliner anywhere.

Let's run a search on these numbers,
see who they belong to.

Or we could call them.

Or we can do that.

I'll take the mystery number.

I'll try New York.

Memphis.

(LINES RINGING)

OPERATOR: United States
Environmental Protection Agency.

How may I direct your call?

-Hello?
-ROSCOE: Okay.

So "W.B." is William Bryant,

Economics Professor at Princeton.

According to his voicemail,
at a conference in Europe,

due back in three days,
not checking messages.

Strange, my number went to the
economics department at Columbia.

S.C. is Professor Stephanie Castillo.

Also at the European conference,
also back in three days.

Let me guess,
you called Memphis State?

No. Memphis office of the EPA.

What the hell does any of this
have to do with counterfeiting?

What the hell does Hubble's number
being in my brother's shoe

have to do with it? Or South America?

Or animal feed?

Okay. You got to give
the last one a rest.

It was a hell of a lot of animal feed.

Bottom line, we need to
jump on the Memphis EPA lead ASAP.

If Joe was looking into crooked agents
at the federal level,

they can do a lot more damage
than college professors.

You can't go to Tennessee.

Molly Beth lands in less than an hour.

And there might be shorthand in your
brother's files only you understand.

Right, and you two need
to keep up appearances with Teale.

I know a Pl who can help.

Someone we can trust?

Trusted her with my life
on countless occasions.

-(LINE RINGING)
-She hasn't let me down once.

-WOMAN: Reacher.
-Hello, Neagley.

How'd you know it was me?

Only person with my private number
other than my dad.

And this time of day,

he enjoys the jurisprudential musings
of one Judge Judy.

It's been a minute and a half.
What's up?

Gonna run it down fast and clean.
Ready?

Hit me.

My brother was working
for Secret Service.

He was looking into
counterfeiting in Georgia.

Last week, he got too close to
the truth, someone killed him for it.

Shit.

You okay?

My brother was killed, not me.

My mistake.
Forgot who I was talking to.

Joe's notes had the number
to the Memphis EPA office,

next to the initials J.W.
That's all I have.

-Number and initials.
-All I need.

I'm on it.

And, hey, boss.

If you want to talk...

We just did.

You're an emotional dumpster fire.
You know that?

Stop dissembling.

Goodbye, Neagley.

She always talk to you like that?

No. Sometimes she speaks her mind.

We should get going.

Molly Beth will be landing soon.

We should leave the Jag here.

Bullet holes are a bit of a neon sign.

FINLAY: I'll drive.

Hope you like 38 Special.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, you're serious.

(CAUGHT UP IN YOU
BY .38 SPECIAL PLAYING)

It says Molly Beth's plane
lands in 15 minutes.

She's just dropping off papers,
so she doesn't have any checked bags.

Ten minutes to disembark,
five to use the ladies room,

ten to walk to the airport subway,

two to get a ticket at the kiosk.
Train departs every five minutes.

How long's the ride
from ATL to Five Points?

15, 20 minutes?

Okay, so we should get there
between one and six minutes

before she does, depending on traffic.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

We don't know what she looks like.

How is she gonna find us?

She knows what Joe looks like.

And I look like Joe.

(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING)

Know you're a blues guy,
Reacher, but come on,

you got to feel this.

No.

(TURNS UP VOLUME)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Okay.

She'll either be on the gold or red
northbound train.

They arrive on different platforms.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER P.A.)

Looks like we found her.

She wants to meet us
at the top of the escalator.

FINLAY: Where is she?

Well, she must have missed us
and walked right by.

No one misses me when they walk by.

Something's wrong.

We need to split up. You take
the stairs, you take the elevator.

To the side, to the side.

Oh, fuck.

(PANTING)

-Okay... okay. Hey.
-(GROANING)

Hey. Oh, God.

(MOANS)

Joe...

(EXHALES)