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Try anything smart,

gonna put a hole right
in your pal's back.

I thought you were my friend.

I was. That's why I told you
not to take the job down here.

What kind of cop are you?

The kind that goes where the money is.

Old partner offered up a cash gig:

protect a counterfeiting ring.

But then you make me a
babysitter. I was hoping

you'd just get run off course,

this whole thing would
blow over, but no.

You and this fuckin' ape
couldn't let things go.

- Where's Roscoe?
- Oh, my girl's doing just fine.

Reacher, they want me to
tell you to do what they say,

or me, Charlie and the
kids... they're gonna do to us

what they did to Morrison.

Whatever you want, I won't do it.

No way you're letting
them walk away from this.

- They know too much.
- You're smart.

You, Finlay, Roscoe; you're all dead.

But I'd prefer to spare
Charlie and the kids.

When civilian women
and children get killed,

people get really worked up,

more questions get asked.

Yeah, I'm not worried about 'em talking.

Pretty sure they'll keep quiet

after they watch what I do to their dad.

Hubble? You killed him already.

He's on the run.

Thought getting lost
would protect his family.

He was wrong, but I want him.

Last loose end.

Let me guess why loose ends concern you.

Your father promised some
real bad guys overseas

a hefty amount of counterfeit cash.

But thanks to the Coast Guard blockade,

those boys haven't gotten
what they paid for in a while.

So they sent some Venezuelan
hitters to help you get...

back on track.

But things got real
messy, and pretty soon,

those Venezuelans are gonna
give you the same necktie

they gave your daddy.

I killed my father.

And I cut his throat, just
like I saw the Venezuelans do.

See, the old man, he had the brains

to create this whole operation,
but he never had the guts

to do what needed to
be done to protect it.

And so, I hired Picard's partner

to go kill that agent in Memphis,

and I sent Dawson down there
to make sure it was done right.

I killed Jobling.

I had that bitch killed in the subway.

And I...

I killed your brother.

You shot Joe.

Dawson kicked him after he was dead,

and Morrison covered him up.

You know, after I bodied
Morrison, my old man lost it.

He started talking about

how he's gonna send me
away to an institution

for a while for rest.

He tried that once when I
was a kid, but it didn't take.

- No shit.
- We'll make it look

like the two crooked Reacher brothers

were working with an out-of-town cop,

running drugs or guns
or something nefarious

through the virgin
streets of our Margrave.

Roped in a banker to finance it all,

paid off some unscrupulous local cops,

and then, you all turned on each other.

You're gonna take Picard to wherever

Hubble's holed up, and
you're gonna bring him to me.

How do you expect me to do that?

You're a tracker, ain't ya?

Go fucking find him.

Then I'll trade Mommy
and the girls for Daddy.

Picard's got my number memorized.

If I don't get a call from you

by 6:00 a.m. saying Hubble's in custody,

ah, those four ladies I'm holding die

in ways you can't even imagine.

I don't know how you think
I'm gonna find Hubble.

Well, you have till sunrise tomorrow,

so I suggest you figure it out.

We're just gonna be driving aimlessly

unless you let me stop somewhere.

I need a map and a place to think.

Okay, but try anything,
and this thing goes off.

Understood.

What can I get you fellas?

Black coffee, peach pie.

Nothing for me.

Dessert?

Been trying to get my hands
on that pie for a while.

Give me a pen.

You expect me to hand you
something you can use as a weapon?

Hey, the food's ready. Here you go.

♪ Down by the river where the... ♪

This scare you?

All right.

♪ Down by the river ♪

♪ Where them springtime flowers bloom ♪

♪ I've been waiting there for you... ♪

He's in Augusta.

Oh. Just like that?

I chased down AWOLs for a
living, know how they think.

If I were Hubble, I'd go to Augusta.

Why?

He knew to protect his family
he had to get away from 'em,

but not too far in case he
felt the need to go back.

So he ran off to Atlanta,
about an hour from Margrave.

Figured, big city, lots of
people makes it easy to hide.

Then he realized more people means
more chances of being spotted,

especially in a town where his
old bank has a branch in it.

- So he left.
- To Augusta?

Athens. Just over two
hours from Margrave.

It's hard for a man,
if he's halfway decent,

to leave his family behind.

It's done in stages.

But Athens is home to
University of Georgia,

where Paul and Charlie went to college.

It's a place directly linked to Hubble,

and one of the first places they'd look.

He'd move on after a day.

So Augusta is next?

Over three hours away,
but still close enough

he feels connected to his wife and kids.

Plus, Hubble's a golfer.

He's played Augusta.
It means nice memories

in a city he's been to before.

It soothes him in a time of stress,

like when his mom used to
sing him "Rocky Raccoon."

Bullshit.

You can't just stare into something

and get inside a man's head like that.

I didn't offer my help.
You assholes demanded it.

Right now you're wondering

what's the best time
and place to kill me.

You know you'll need
to take me by surprise

'cause you're not
sure if you can take me

if I know it's coming.

Let me save you the trouble.

You can't.

So if I were you,

I'd take me by surprise.

Coffee, black,

and a slice of peach.

Thank you.

- Oh. Ugh.
- Oh.

Oh.

- That's my fault.
- Why don't y'all take another booth

- while I clean this up?
- No, no.

Actually, we got to go.

You better be right about Augusta.

Got to say, you're a little
tougher than I thought you were.

And you're exactly
what I thought you were.

Oh.

Low tire pressure.

We should check it out.

Keep driving.

Got a flat.

No way we make it to Augusta.

You being cute?

You've been with me the whole time.

Fine. Just... pull over.

You think I'm gonna leave you alone here

while I go and change the
damn thing? Get to work.

And if you're thinking
about throwing a tire iron

in my direction, think again.

Not my plan.

KJ's waiting on my call.

My voice is the only thing

that's keeping Charlie
and those kids alive.

You shoot me, I ain't the
only person you're killing.

Guess I didn't think that through.

But if you shoot me,
you're never finding Hubble.

I guess we need each other, then.

Okay, fine.

I'm not gonna kill you.

You gonna kill me?

No.

You have my word.

Your word doesn't mean shit,

but I don't have many options right now.

So on "one,"

we raise our guns up over our heads.

On "two,"

- we lay 'em on the trunk.
- I know what

a gun hitting metal sounds
like, so don't you fuck with me!

And on "three,"

we stand up and face
each other, hands up.

Then I take two steps back,

and you come get my piece.

Got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Okay.

One.

Two.

Three.

Oh!

Find motels within three
miles of Augusta bus station.

Your input is being processed.

Hello, Hubble.

Ladies.

Here's where we are.

Your boyfriend is out looking
for her coward of a husband.

Might be a while, so stay comfortable.

Your daddy's caused
us a lot of problems.

Did you know that?

No.

Please. No.

It's okay. No, it's okay.

You go with him. Go with him.

It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.

- Come on! Don't do this!
- But I have to.

'Cause you and your
friends are troublemakers.

Get down and stay quiet.

Just like your old pal,

Gray, was a troublemaker.

Sure had good taste in guns, though.

We'll keep them someplace safe

as insurance, things goes smoothly.

Things don't, they might fall
into one of those chemical tubs.

Okay. That's how you guessed

what city I was in.
How'd you find my motel?

Use credit cards, and Kliner
finds you, so you use cash,

which means travel by bus.

Needed the money to last,

so low-rent motels
were your only option.

Found a cluster of motels

within walking distance
of the bus depot.

You'd use a pay-by-the-hour joint

which looks the other
way on ID requirements.

Well, how'd you guess my alias?

People use the names
of things they like.

You love the Beatles.

Started with the first
ALPHABETICALLY: "Harrison."

You really think
they'll let my family go?

No.

They said that just
to get me to cooperate.

Their plan is to kill all of us,

just like they killed my brother.

Your treasury contact.

Mark Salas?

That's just the name he gave you.

Real name's Joe.

Mark Salas played for the
Yankees in the late '80s.

I'm sorry... about Joe.

I'd heard rumors the Coast
Guard blockade was being lifted.

Venezuelans were breathing
down Kliner's neck

'cause production had ground to a halt.

But I knew, with the blockade ending,

I had to try to get out before
business was underway again.

So I-I left a message
on a federal tip line.

- And Joe called you back.
- At first it was just me

helping in exchange for immunity.

But then I noticed
cash was going missing.

And I tied it to a truck driver.

- Pete Jobling.
- He tried to deny it, but

when I told him I'd seen
Kliner's guys kill someone

right in front of me,
he-he... went white.

So I put him in touch with Joe.

Kliner must've already
had eyes on Jobling.

I'm sorry, Reacher. I...
got your brother killed.

No, you didn't.

KJ killed Joe.

The kid?

Killed Joe and Morrison,
Stevenson and his wife,

even killed his own father.

Holy shit.

If you want to keep your family alive,

you need to listen to me carefully

and do everything I say.

Okay.

Can I ask you one question?

Okay.

Why are two of my windows tinted?

Keys to Dawson's truck are
inside. I'll be right back.

Oh, I'll come with you.

You don't want to see in there.

Lots of blood and mud
and busted-up shit.

Guess my cleaning
lady's gonna be pissed.

Not as pissed as your pool guy.

I'm bored.

♪ Now she's spending her nights... ♪

Maybe I'll uncuff you for a while.

Make the fight more interesting.

♪ I still wonder why ♪

Yeah.

♪ She can't shake his memory ♪

♪ We don't talk about the lies... ♪

Hey, somebody's texting you, buddy.

Oh, I'll get it.

♪ I wish that I knew ♪

♪ That her love could be true... ♪

"Duck and cover"?

What the hell does that mean?

You okay?

I'll live.

I can't help but see you're alone.

If they don't get
Picard's call by 6:00...

Won't need till 6:00.

- Hubble?
- Yup.

I got Finlay.

I noticed.

Well, it's good to see you alive.

All right.

Let's hit the gun locker, the ammo safe.

Grab anything useful.

This place have a hose out back?

Yeah. Why?

We're gonna need it.

It's okay. She's with me.

- Boss.
- Neagley, this is Finlay and Hubble.

Finlay and Hubble, Neagley.

Fellas.

How is she here?

Our last phone call, I asked Reacher

how he knew Picard was involved.

He said, "Lucky guess."

Reacher believes in facts
and statistics, not luck.

Might as well have shouted "Mayday."

Where's your lady friend?

Oh. Fuck.

Let's get to work.

Thanks for letting us set up here.

Sorry for the late hour.

I'm just glad Kliner's gonna get his.

I'm gonna go upstairs
and put on some coffee.

All right. I've been
in here a million times.

This is the layout.

Probably holding Roscoe

and Charlie somewhere around here.

Out of the way and cornered, but where

they can still keep an eye on 'em.

What about my kids?

They're being held someplace else.

Psych tactic to make sure
Charlie and Roscoe behave.

Probably up here.

Lock 'em up in there, you don't have

to waste a man watching 'em.

Two by the door,

one around the corner by
the exterior staircase.

Lot of firepower for a guy

who doesn't believe in security cameras.

It's for me.

They think you're with
Picard. You're not a threat.

Ah, they know me by now.

Their ideal world?
Hubble and I get marched

through the front door,
and they kill all of us.

They suspect I won't go down lightly

so they put guns outside, and
probably a dozen men inside

armed to the teeth in case
I somehow go in guns blazing.

So what do we do?

We go in blazing.

Neagley, we need to take out
those two guards facing us

quietly, without one of them

setting off an automatic weapon.

They won't make a sound.

Good. Double-check your
weapon, ready your shot.

- Copy.
- Hubble, come with me.

Safe to say you never
shot anyone before?

- I've never fired a gun.
- Okay.

All you got to do is extend, aim, fire.

No point in having a weapon

unless it's ready for instant use.

You hesitate, you die. Uh...

Only point it at the bad guys.

Love the smell of gasoline.

The tweed comes off.

Feel like we should all
bow our heads or something.

I don't want to get any
of their blood on it.

Good attitude.

- Are you Catholic?
- Yeah.

Listen, I know we've
spent most of our time

together fighting,

but I bet your soldiers really
enjoyed working with you.

I enjoyed working with you, too.

You know, it's hard to
tell with the suit on,

but you're kind of jacked, Finlay.

Really?

No.

Asshole.

Fucking shit.

Hey.

You've got to get your shit together.

They're gonna... kill us.

- They're gonna kill my children.
- No.

Hey, listen to me, okay?

I know Reacher.

There's no way in hell
that he is just gonna

roll over and take this loss, okay?

Sometime before 6:00,

he is gonna come knocking,

and KJ's gonna wish he
never started this fight.

Reacher and Hubble
should be in place by now.

Really think I should
take one of the shots.

Two shooters, better odds.

You have experience with
long-range kill shots?

No.

I do.

Put the biscuit in the basket.

Our friend around the
corner heard 'em fall.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Soon as it's lit, you move.

Got it.

Your only job is to get
your kids out of there.

Don't let anyone stop
you from doing your job.

All right. Time to shine.

Wait.

I got this.

If I'm gonna die,

I'm goin' to flavor
country one last time.

Yeah.

Are we gonna die?

Let's find out.

- What the hell was that?
- That's Reacher knocking.

What the hell is going on?

Get over there! Put out the fire!

Move your ass! Move it!

Everybody in here now!

Charlie!

Paul! Paul, go! They're in there.

Oh, fuck!

Oh. Okay. Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Fuck. Give me your
hands! Give me your hands!

Dad?

Come on. Come on.

I got them!

- Mom!
- Run! Go!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go. Go, go. Go!

- Go.
- It's okay. Just...

Go! Go! No, you're good. You're good.

Down. Get down. Down,
down, down. Stay down.

He's over here!

I see him!

Yes. Okay. Okay.

I'm gonna take you out of here.

You good?

- Go get your kids.
- Thank you.

- Come on!
- Paul!

Come on.

- Oh, get down. Get down.
- Yeah.

Finlay, is that you?

I know you're here.

Picard, I thought you were dead.

Not yet.

No!

Oh!

No! No!

Stop!

Don't fuckin' do that.

Neagley.

There's too much smoke. We gotta go!

Roscoe! Over here.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Let's go!
- Let's go.

Where is he?

- We've got to go get Reacher.
- He'll be okay.

How do you know that?

Because he's Reacher.

- Roscoe, let's go.
- What are you doing?

Hey!

I think it might be just
you and me now, Reacher!

Let me tell you a story, Jack.

So, a couple years ago,

I'm on safari in the savanna.

There's a dawn fog as thick
as my dead daddy's bankroll.

It made the smoke in
here look like mist.

But through all that soup,

I spot this big old rhinoceros.

Six thousand pounds if he's an ounce,

and he's just sitting there

chewing grass.

Now, the rhino knew I was out there.

He could sense me.

Feel me.

But it was foggy,

the light's bad,

and rhinos are nearsighted as hell.

And so I just walked

right up to his big, dumb ass

and killed him.

You see, that stupid rhino

wasn't smart enough to realize

he was overmatched.

He thought he could
just lumber through life,

go wherever he wanted...

... do whatever he wanted,

fuck whoever he wanted,

all without consequence.

But in life,

there's always consequences.

There was one for that rhino.

That's why his head's
up in my daddy's hallway.

Right next to where yours will go.

It's over.

Hello, Reacher.

You're okay?

I'm okay, Joe.

Remember what I taught you.

No matter what, you don't cry.

Mes fils. Venez.

Embrassez votre mère.

- Bonjour, maman.
- Mmm.

Tu es beau. Viens.

Bonjour, maman. Ça va ?

Ça va ?

I'm dying, silly boy.

But I am so happy...

... to see my sons.

I have connections through my job.

I can get you to the
States to see experts.

My dearest Joseph,

what did I always tell you? Hmm.

I want to hear it.

I don't need to solve
all the world's problems.

Solving some is more than enough.

And Reacher.

You have the strength of three men.

What will you do will all that strength?

I'm going to do the right thing, Mom.

I know you will.

You always have.

Even when what was right was unpleasant.

Ever since you were a
young boy in Okinawa.

No?

You knew...

that I beat up Curtis Bishop in Okinawa.

You never believed it was Joe.

He wanted to tell you the truth, Mom.

I wouldn't let him.

You were saving him.

That is who you are.

And you protected a
special boy from torment.

Your father and I never saw any need

to prevent either of you
from following your natures.

Your natures are pure,

like your hearts.

I need to make a quick
call. I'll be right back.

Your grandfather's war medal.

For bravery in the face of danger.

It takes bravery to do what's right.

Now you can cry, Reacher.

So the staties and the Feds
are gonna come knocking.

They're gonna want you to
stick around for a few days

and answer their questions.

I don't like answering questions.

And you don't like sticking around.

A hundred thousand years
ago there were people

who stayed by the campfire
and people who wandered.

I'm pretty sure I'm a direct descendent

of the wandering type.

It's just who I am.

If there was anyone who could make me

stay close to the
flame, it would be you.

Hmm.

Well...

... if you ever find yourself
wandering by here again...

give me a call.

I will.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna rebuild the
town my family built.

You should run for mayor.

Hear there's an opening.

Wow.

That's not a half-bad idea.

Hey, boy.

Finlay got you watching his car?

Making you listen to shit music?

He got you a tweed collar.

Oh, excuse me.

Sorry.

I knew you'd stop here
before leaving town.

I'm getting predictable.

Later than I thought, though.

Roscoe's not easy to
walk away from, huh?

Thank you.

So the Feds are freaking out because of

Picard's involvement and all.

They want to interview you.

- What'd you tell 'em?
- That they'll never find you.

But they're still in town
down by the warehouse,

and you kind of stand out, so...

I'll be gone as soon as we're done here.

Good. Smart.

Listen, I'm not big on goodbyes and all,

and I'm sure you're not either, but...

if you hadn't come to
Margrave, I would have never

figured out what was going on,

or I would have wound up dead.

You would have figured
it out eventually.

I appreciate that.

And then you would have wound up dead.

You may be an animal, but
deep down you're all right.

You may be an uptight pain in the ass,

but you're all right, too.

And a hell of a cop.

Well, not for long.

I'm done with police work.

- Boston?
- Mm-hmm.

Gonna stay here a few weeks,
help Roscoe get things in order,

and then I'm going home.

Time to stop spinning,
stop running away, you know?

Sharon would want me to live a life.

And not live it alone.

Yeah.

Think I'm ready to take
care of someone again.

Besides, I couldn't
leave Jack in the shelter.

Jack?

Yeah, he needed a name,
and you weren't using it,

Reacher, so Jack it is.

You know, I shouldn't be the only one

shaking up his snow globe.

There are more people out there

like Roscoe and I than you think.

You should try letting them in sometime.

- Noted.
- Okay, well,

as one of my last official acts

- as Chief Detective...
- You were fired.

By a dead man, so it didn't stick.

So as one of my last official
acts as Chief Detective,

I need to right a wrong that took place

at this very spot about
a week and a half ago.

Slice of peach. Best in Georgia.

Thank you.

You're gonna eat that?

It's got sugar and fat, you know?

Shut up and eat your damn pie.

Mmm.

So, worth the wait?

I've had better.

It takes bravery to solve the
world's problems, too, Joe.

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