All language subtitles for Reacher.S02E04.AMZN-FLUX.English-WWW.MY-SUBS.CO

WWW.MY-SUBS.CO

Previously on Reacher...

He said 650 at 100K each.

It could be a transfer of 65 million,

a $65 million cover-up,
a $65 million bribe.

- We got a suspect.
- Azhari Mahmoud.

He's known to
Interpol as a weapons broker

for terrorist organizations.

He's a ghost. No
pictures of him anywhere.

If these are supposed to be
fractions, then it's sloppy work.

On each sheet there's 26
or 27 numerical tabulations.

So, the real question is

what kind of somethings
were they counting?

You don't have to be lonely tonight.

There were hit men who tried
to kill us in Atlantic City.

They failed,

but they had a parking pass
for a company called New Age.

New Age is an aerospace company.

I'm Marlo Burns,

New Age Director of Operations.
The parking pass was issued

- to a man named Trevor Saropian.
- Where's his car?

We decided to take it with us.

Holy shit. It's Swan.

He was working at New Age

with the people who've
been trying to kill us.

Great. Well, we drove
a car through a window

so that I could read
workers comp pleadings

for a secretary who slipped on
New Age stairs five years ago.

So glad we risked prison for that.

Yeah, I got nothing,
too. No new information.

Well, I wouldn't say

we haven't found any new information.

I mean, we've got three
special investigators dead,

one in the wind, and the one

who's missing just happens to be
the one who worked for New Age.

♪ Baby... ♪

What? Look, someone's got to say it.

Was Swan working with these
guys or with these guys?

- Swan's not dirty.
- Look, man,

- we all want to believe that he isn't...
- I know Swan.

We all do.

- And you don't think there's even a chance...
- No.

I don't.

Focus on what we found.

Brad?

Stacy?

This is a brad.

That is a fastener.

Two names for something
that size is stupid.

So is this conversation.

Well, speaking of names,

just found our man in
the employee directory.

Seems Swan's title was
assistant director of security.

Shane Langston,

director of security.

Maybe he's the guy I got on
the phone in Atlantic City.

Why would you say that?

He's the security boss
and bosses give orders

and the guys we killed
had orders to take us out.

Just a theory.

He could be the guy that got
Swan caught up in all this.

- Well, if Swan didn't pull him into it first...
- I already told you...

Aren't you the guy that
said that assumptions kill?

Well, you're assuming that Swan's
the same guy he was back in the 110.

Hey, this is the guy

Reacher chased down
outside of Saropian's house.

Same photo as his ID badge.
Associate security officer.

Well, that's great.
Swan, Collins, that's two New Age

security personnel
somehow involved in this.

Now we got to look
into all these fuckers.

Don't forget Marlo Burns.

She knew she was sending
us right into a buzzsaw

when she gave us Saropian's address.

So, the entire company's suspect.

We got over a thousand employees.

How we gonna tackle that?

One at a time.

- Synced and corrected by naFraC -
- www.MY-SUBS.com -

Last night you asked for

a late night warrant
for some defense firm,

and an hour later, the place
is hit with a smash-and-grab.

Okay, do you know how that
makes this department look?

Like we're five steps behind everything.

I made those applications when
I had enough for a warrant.

And while you were waiting for them,

all the evidence that
you would have collected

from that place is all cleaned out.

And I'll bet you that
it is those tin soldiers

that you were supposed to
be keeping your black eye on.

It wasn't the army brats. I
made it crystal clear to them

not to color outside the lines.

Oh, I see. You thought,
if you told them nicely,

they'd play along?

You're NYPD. These are fucking PIs,

for Chrissakes.

Is this too fucking much for you, Russo?

Lieutenant, lower your voice.

Lower my voice?

You're telling me to lower my voice

in my own fucking office?

Okay.

Would you please go

and find out what they
learned, all right?

Am I asking you nicely enough, Russo?

I'll get it handled.

Great.

Close the door.

♪ We're on a road to nowhere... ♪

Who put this song on?

This is the Talking Heads.

You got beef with the Talking Heads?

We're in New York.
They're a New York band.

They're a Rhode Island
band that moved to New York

and no, I don't have a
beef with them. It's just...

"Road to Nowhere," when we're
sitting here getting nowhere,

seems a little defeatist.

Besides, it's not even their best song.

Probably prefer "Psycho Killer."

Um, I might have something.

I've been scrubbing the
drives for everything

- Swan-related.
- And?

And I found an anomaly.

He's the assistant director of security,

so all of his emails have
Langston... his boss...

and a half-dozen other
security personnel

- cc'd on them.
- Makes sense.

I mean, they're a team.
They share information.

But he didn't share everything.

There are multiple emails between

Swan and our old friend
Marlo Burns. Just them.

- No one else copied.
- About what?

Music, but not really.

How do you know?

He wrote,

"I was listening to
an album the other day,

thought you might like it.

Jimi Hendrix, Axis: Bold as Love.

The sixth song is
amazing. Take a listen,

tell me what you think."

Swan hated Hendrix.

- Anything with hard guitar.
- No Skynyrd, no Hendrix,

no Zeppelin, no Who. I
mean, that was his rule.

He's leaving everyone else off the email

and saying he loved
something we know he hated.

Could be code.

Or it

could be a guy trying to get laid.

I mean, I once told a girl
I loved Georgia O'Keeffe.

We say things.

Yeah. It says the sixth
track is called "Little Wing."

Hold on.

I ever tell you you're smart, Neagley?

Not nearly enough.

Right here. A file on a
federal defense project

called Little Wing, by far the biggest
contract New Age has ever had.

Four times the size of
anything I've seen anywhere else

in their records. A
nine-figure contract.

People have murdered for less.

Look at this interoffice memo.

Seems a test for the Little Wing
tech was held for some military brass,

even a senator.

- But what kind of test? And where?
- Doesn't say,

but they do note that
Senator Malcolm Lavoy

assured he would do all he could
to get the congressional votes

to make Little Wing a reality.

And I quote,

"He fully believes in the work
we're doing here at New Age

and will do whatever
it takes to help us."

Lavoy would fully believe in
Snuffleupagus you pay him enough.

You know this guy?

By reputation.

In D.C., Lavoy's what's
known as a paper bag.

His politics and his vote go
whichever way the wind's blowing.

He's known to do some shady shit.

So, if New Age stands
to make a fortune on

a government contract and Lavoy
is his champion in Congress,

it stands to reason New Age is
the wind blowing Lavoy's bag.

That sounds wrong.

So, Swan, who's missing,
maybe dirty, maybe not,

is code-texting Marlo Burns,

who tried to have us killed
about a program supported

by an ethically-compromised politician.

We need talk to Malcolm Lavoy.

We'll never get close
enough to a senator

to find out what he may or may not know.

Oh, we don't need to.

Those guys never even know
what they're voting for.

Thousand-page bills, the legislative
record, they don't read that stuff.

They just vote the way they're told to.

But his legislative director...

they're the guys who actually
craft and draft the laws,

which is good for us because those guys

have no security detail.

Okay, but why would
those people talk to us?

I can make it so they'll be
begging to tell us what they know.

♪ We're on a road to nowhere ♪

Something you want to
share with the class?

Look, there's a lot of powerful people

in D.C. with, uh...

confidential problems.

Mainly unsavory, but
legal, things they do

in private that they'd
rather not get made public.

My job is to make sure
that their personal business

stays personal.

And the people who know
secrets, they keep those secrets.

So, you blackmail?

I incentivize.

- Sounds sleazy, O'D.
- It's sleazy-adjacent.

Hey, I got private school
tuition to pay for, okay?

I never break the law.

I simply present the facts
to people and let them know

which way the river's
gonna flow if they choose

the wrong course of action.

You give me ten minutes to
make some phone calls, I'll get

the name of the legislative
director and an Achilles' heel.

♪ Where I went wrong, now ♪

♪ I got caught out there... ♪

Do it.

All right.

Thank you.

♪ That good ooh-ee on me... ♪

Reacher, I know you don't
want to talk about Swan...

Swan's clean. If he wasn't,

he wouldn't have disappeared
like the rest of the guys.

But he didn't disappear
like the rest of the guys.

His body was never found
His place wasn't trashed.

He wouldn't just leave his dog to die.

Not who Swan was.

Maybe.

Or maybe he ran off so fast

because he knew three
pissed-off soldiers

and a kaiju were coming for him.

Dog was collateral damage.

Okay, look,

we don't know what Swan's been
up to since the 110th ended.

Right? I mean, he could
have money problems.

He could have been taking payoffs.

Would you believe it if somebody
told you I was taking payoffs?

No.

I'm just saying

maybe we don't know some people
as well as we think we do.

There's no way the Tony Swan
I recruited is a part of this.

End of story.

♪ She threw that good ooh-ee ♪

♪ Oh, no... ♪

See the look on their faces
when we whipped out our badges?

They looked like Ralph Terry

when Bill Mazeroski hit his
game seven walk-off homer on him.

Oh.

Mazeroski? New rule, kid,

you can't reference shit
from more than a decade

- before you were born.
- Go, Bucs.

We're so close

to wrapping up this case I can taste it.

What do you think they're gonna
give us... Commendations, promotions?

I like the sound of that.

Pump the brakes, Major.

There's still a hell
of a lot of work ahead.

More arrests to be made.
Infrastructure to dismantle.

Whole networks of cargo planes, jeeps

and helicopters across three continents.

Just take the W, Gramps.

Don't sass your elders.

Yeah. Take it easy on him,
guys. He hasn't had his nap yet.

Damn. Looks like we got some
Ivory Soap over here, Reacher.

- Meaning?
- Meaning this shit's so pure it floats.

- How pure?
- Ninety-nine percent.

♪ Retribution, and all your... ♪

No wonder kids are
getting hooked on this shit

left and right.

At ease, sports fans, don't get up.

I hear congratulations are in order.

That's quite the buy 'n bust.

Kilos of poison

and a handful of scumbag
dealers off the streets

and ratting on their friends for us.

These are the small fish.

We'll catch the sharks soon enough.

What did I tell you when
you started this thing?

This case is gonna be a monster.

Unleash the hounds.

Seems you did.

Speaking of monsters,

how's Hortense the Fourth?

20 months, already
into his terrible twos.

Apparently, he's a prodigy.

Good work, everyone. Good work.

Talking about a prodigy,

you're about to hit
your Bacardi milestone.

151 cases closed.

Don't add it to the stats
sheets till it's done.

People in our profession are
sent overseas where we're shot at,

bombed, blasted from IEDs.

Then these assholes make
more money selling this shit

than all our pensions combined.

It's fucked up.

All I'm saying.

How much is 48 bricks worth, anyway?

47. one's missing. There's 47,

not 48.

In an investigation, details matter.

Brick of heroin's a hell of a detail.

That's impossible. I
counted 48 at point of sale.

Either you miscounted or they
palmed one back to short you.

No, no, no. You do shit like that,

- you're not in the game for long.
- I know

we loaded 48 bricks into Swan's ride.

Let's check your car.

Nothing.

Ah.

Mystery solved.

Must have fallen back there when
I was driving and gotten stuck.

Guess the first round's on
me tonight for that fuckup.

Losing a key of H,

I'd say that's worth two rounds.

What?

Nothing.

I'd actually forgotten about that,

but it doesn't support your argument.

Swan could have been stealing drugs

and just panicked and gave them back.

Maybe he regretted letting
a chance at big money go by.

Maybe something like
Little Wing came along

and he couldn't pass up that
kind of opportunity again.

That's a lot of maybes.

My gut tells me he's a good man.

Your gut's never been wrong before?

You know what I think?

You want Swan to be innocent because

you hired him into the 110th,

and if he's involved
in something like this,

you'd do something stupid like

blame yourself for our friends' deaths.

Which, like I said, would be stupid.

Let's just see what O'Donnell found.

- Mr. Mason? Dr. Elzogby.
- Mm.

So, I read your intake,

and upon first glance, I got to say,

got a few questions.

Look, I like a payday
as much as the next guy,

but you're quite a handsome fella.

Now, I'm not here to tell you
how to live your life, but

are you really certain you
want me to give you a new face?

In a manner of speaking.

Ah...

Don't struggle.

You're a doctor,
you know what's happening.

Your trachea is severed.

Blood is entering your
lungs, you're drowning,

your brain is deprived of oxygen

and your nervous system's
shutting down. So, by now,

you can barely see me

and now you can't hear me

and now...

you're dead.

I'm just gonna go and have
a word with your secretary.

_

Daniel Boyd, Senator
Lavoy's legislative director.

Spoiled dipshit who's never
lifted anything heavier

than a Grey Goose bottle in his life.

C-plus student who got
into UVA and Georgetown Law

thanks to Mommy and Daddy's
connections. Real party boy.

Two dismissed DWIs in college.

Second year of law school,
gets caught with a sex worker.

Charges mysteriously disappeared.

Took his 2.3 GPA straight
into private practice.

And now he drafts legislation that

decides the fate of the free
world, telling his boss to vote

on whatever benefits the
lobbyists who wooed him best.

So, he was born somewhere
between third and home base

and never heard the word "consequence."

You gonna pull a few moves from
your sleazy-adjacent playbook?

That's the general idea.

Boyd's gonna be in Boston tonight

for a fundraiser event at the Pops.

We'll set him up like a bowling pin.

- Yeah.
- Oh! You pick up the phone.

I thought maybe you couldn't
answer because you broke your hand

when you drove the fucking car
through the office building.

I didn't get hurt at all.

You think this is funny?

I told you no more cowboy shit.

The car belonged to
one of their employees.

I was returning it.

Listen, wiseass, my boss

almost punched my ticket because of you.

Well, maybe that's a good
thing 'cause members of my unit

are falling from the sky
like raindrops and you haven't

- done shit.
- Hey, hey.

I want everything you got on New Age.

- You understand?
- Fine.

That's why I answered
the phone this time.

I actually have a reason to talk to you.

I'm gonna send you their
security team roster.

Run background checks,
see what connections

- these guys have.
- W... Wait, wait, wait. What do you think...

I'm here to do your clerical work?

Yup.

We're busy heading off to Boston.

What's in Boston?

The symphony.

- Goddamn it.
- Before we head north, though,

Dixon and I should go
talk to Marlo Burns,

step on her neck a little bit.

Address is online.

Right there is why I don't have a house.

Yeah, that's the reason.

So, while we do all the work,
what are you guys gonna do?

Oh, we're gonna go score some drugs.

Howdy.

Oh, shit. Five-O! Five-O!

Well, that's just rude.

This just ain't your week.

Find a new line of work, asshole.

She's got a kid.

House clear.

Affirmative.

Anything interesting?

I mean, just some expensive
jewelry Marlo left behind.

Left behind?

Think she bugged out?

She exited out the back
door without locking it,

clothes are all over,
clearly packed in a hurry.

Closet and...

cabinets are open.

Well, she took her
toothbrush and toothpaste.

Kidnappers don't care
about oral hygiene.

Jane's a gamer.

Got good taste.

Uh, you might want to come and see this.

Who the hell goes on the lam
and leaves their cash stash behind?

Apparently, Marlo Burns.

So, to confirm,
you've reserved a Cadillac Escalade,

to be returned within three
days' time to JFK Airport.

That's correct.

And to thank you for your loyalty,

we've upgraded you
to a SiriusXM Platinum

listening experience, free of charge.

Wonderful.

Thank you for
your business, Dr. Elzogby.

Have a wonderful drive.

Would you like this?

Do you know why I love
comic books so much?

Oh.

Well, look at you.

Don't you feel more
civilized now, Ms. Doolittle?

Wait, where are the
clothes you were wearing?

- Garbage.
- Garbage, why?

I'm already carrying boots.

If I had any more clothes,
pretty soon I'd need a suitcase.

I got a suitcase, I need
a house to keep it in.

Then I need a car for the driveway.

Before you know it, I'm
filling out all kinds of forms.

So, a spare shirt's just too
much of an attachment for you?

Anyone ever diagnose you as a sociopath?

Diagnosed?

No.

So...

what do you make of
Marlo Burns taking off

with just some clothes and
leaving all that cash behind?

Not sure yet.

Well, she did take her toothbrush.

She could be your soul mate.

Shut up.

Not one word.

Holy shit.

That's two words. Another one,

and I'll shove this kitten
heel right up your ass.

I'm just saying you look
nice. You both look nice.

We look like the assholes
on top of a wedding cake.

Here, I'll pay you back in a
month when my pension lands.

Yeah, your pension
won't cover that suit.

Or the hotel room. Or the plane ticket.

I'll pay you back in two months.

Okay.

Everyone ready?

Let's go listen to
some boring-ass music.

Okay.

And, uh, close your mouth,
boss. You're catching flies.

Excuse me.

Thank you. Pardon me.

- Excuse me.
- Of course.

Okay.

Oh, no, it's...

- Oh.
- Apologies.

Not at all.

I'm-I'm sorry. I'm a
little turned around.

I don't know if I have orchestra
seats or floor box seats,

and I actually don't
even know what that means.

- Okay, well...
- Do you mind?

Let's just see what we got here.

Hmm, the mezzanine, that's
where you are, but...

- Okay.
- that just simply won't cut it.

You see, you want to be down here.

The sound, it just wraps around you

like a fleece.

How about I swap your ticket
with my aide when he arrives?

Wouldn't he mind?

Well, not if he wants to keep his job.

Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

In the bag.

We go 13/14s.

8/13s.

Over seven months,
six-day working weeks.

Maybe a time sheet clocking hours?

Maybe a ratings scale? I don't know.

- Top you off?
- Yeah.

Yes, ma'am.

And when you get the chance,
could you bring me the bill?

This guy doesn't have any money.

Sure. Let me tally it up for you.

Great.

- It's a tally.
- What?

Here. 13/14ths.

Something happened 13 times
when it was supposed to happen 14 times.

Uh, here, 11 out of 13. Eight out of 11.

Hey, bud, I just...

Okay, what did I tell you?

Hands are for helping, not hitting.

Apologize to your brother.

Share your Legos, okay?

I love you. To the moon and back.

Okay, bye for now.

Sorry, I don't know why I gave
them my burner number, uh...

- Well, you look happy.
- I did the math.

There were 2,197 total
events, whatever they were.

But they only succeeded 1,547 times.

But that's not the interesting number.

Look how many times they
didn't get the outcome they wanted.

2,197 minus 1,547.

Six hundred and fifty. Holy shit.

Six fifty at 100K each.

It's all connected somehow.

So...

So... hands are for helping?

You have brass knuckles in your pocket.

I got a PAW Patrol Band-Aid
and some playground sand, too.

Look, they call nonstop
when I'm not there.

And when I am there, it's, you know,

7:00 a.m. weekend soccer
games, teacher conferences,

scheduled sex with the wife.

I am no longer my own man.

And you wouldn't trade it
for anything in the world.

Not for $65 million.

You are a changed man, O'Donnell.

Yep. Maybe you should give it a go, huh?

Buy some land, start a family.

You'd be the scariest guy at PTA,

but you'd be a good dad.

- If I had land, I'd get four or five...
- Four or five dogs.

You'd get four or five dogs, no woman?

Not even Dixon?

She's a friend.

Okay.

Whatever you say.

That was some dress, though.

Hell of a dress.

From Neagley. It's intermission.

Dixon and Boyd are leaving now.

There they are.

That's one hell of a dress.

My car's around the
corner. Does that work?

I'll follow anywhere you lead, gorgeous.

- Well, let's go party.
- Okay.

Look at her.

Boyd didn't stand a chance.

Neagley again.

- She says my guy's in place.
- Mm.

Hey, this friend of yours.

He's gonna come through for us, yeah?

If he was in the Army,

I'd have asked him to join the 110th.

♪ When I turn it on ♪

- ♪ You'll know the move... ♪
- Come here. Mmm...

- Oh, you're all riled up.
- Well, what can I say?

Classical music gets my motor running.

Yeah, well, drop it
to second, Speed Racer.

- Let's have a little primer first.
- Oh...

You're not messing around. All right.

There we go. Ooh. Ooh.

- Yeah. Yes.
- Okay, hold this. Hold... hold that.

I never know how thick or
thin to make these things.

- Hey, allow me.
- Thank you.

♪ And you like it... ♪

Mm. Uh...

Okay. Ladies first?

Oh, no, you did the
work, you get the reward.

- If you insist.
- ♪ And you like it... ♪

Ooh!

♪ Don't you try to ♪

Shit.

- Shit. Just-just play it cool, just play it cool.
- Shit.

Just play it cool.

Sir, you're gonna
want to put the drugs away

and step out of the car.

- They're not my drugs.
- Which drugs...

the ones on your mirror or up your nose?

You think I own a makeup
mirror? They're all hers.

Not what she's saying,
and she wasn't holding it.

And she already offered
up blood and urine.

Do you want to offer up blood and urine?

Listen, Officer, I hate
putting it this way, but...

do you know who I am?

I do, actually, Mr. Boyd.

And I know that woman in
the car wasn't Mrs. Boyd.

And I have a special distaste for people

who don't appreciate
the sanctity of marriage.

I also know you work for Senator Lavoy.

But when I ran your name in the system,

it set off bells and whistles
at the local FBI office.

They sent a couple of their boys
down here just to talk to you.

And it seems they don't
care who your boss is.

Come on.

Special Agent Jack Margrave.

This is Special Agent Blake.

Lieutenant Oscar Finlay.

Yeah, I'm not talking without my lawyer.

You want to lawyer up?

- Fine. Call them.
- I will.

And they'll have me out
of here within the hour.

Hmm. You know...

that's just gonna be too late.

Because by the time they get here,

we'll already have the story
of a senator's legislative director

in the wrong woman's car
with a snout full of booger sugar

on the front page of the
Globe and the Herald.

You see,

this is not college or law school, son.

You're not some spoiled rich
kid barely rocking a C-plus.

You're a Beltway man now.

Kind of guy that people
enjoy knocking down a peg or two.

So these charges,

they're not just gonna
get swept under the rug.

We're not gonna let 'em.

- Want to know why?
- Okay. Why?

'Cause we don't like you.

I don't even know why you're here.

We're here 'cause we
want to know everything there is to know

about Little Wing.

- I should probably...
- Yeah, you should.

Yeah. I'm gonna call Mr. Boyd's wife.

Eh, she's probably worried
about him over in D.C.

- Worried sick.
- You know, happy wife, happy life, huh?

Okay. Fine.

- Hello?
- Wrong number.

Talk.

It's not that big of a deal.

Little Wing is just a code name.

- For what?
- For a new technology

currently in development.

Some incredible anti-missile software

originally developed to
protect commercial aircraft,

but a certain aeronautics
company approached us.

Let me guess... New Age?

That's right. New Age.

They found the software
could be tweaked.

It could be used in missiles
and not just against them.

It could be scaled down and installed

in portable shoulder-fired
surface-to-air weaponry.

The software allows missiles

to defeat all known countermeasures.

- How?
- That's a question

for a nerd in a lab coat, man.

Okay? All I know is that
missiles shot from the ground

completely bypass their target,

making pilots believe
the threat has passed,

and then they recalibrate, turn around,

zero back in on the
aircraft and reattack.

It's death from above and
there is no way to avoid it.

You fire, you hit your target.

Period.

And what's Senator Lavoy's involvement?

Well, the project required an
appropriation bill, all right?

You want to get one passed?

You're looking at years
of bureaucratic bullshit

all thanks to some arcane laws
on modifying civilian tech.

But Lavoy knew Little
Wing would slingshot

our military into the future,
so if we just sat on our hands,

waiting for it to go
through the proper channels,

it would never happen.

So I'm assuming Lavoy
didn't clear up the red tape

in the most reputable manner?

I helped bury the proposal
in a thousand-page statute

while Lavoy shook hands
and drummed up votes.

No one even knew it was in there.

And he did this out of
the goodness of his heart?

To protect democracy?

No fat envelopes slipped inside
newspapers on park benches?

Grow the fuck up, okay?

It's D.C. It's how shit gets done.

Besides, Lavoy knew Little
Wing would save lives.

I mean...

everyone made fun of the
Star Wars defense program,

but, hey, look at where we are now.

Everyone's trying to shoot
projectiles out of the air.

Little Wing can knock
anything out of the sky.

Anything? Like commercial aircraft?

You fire, you hit the
target. You said so yourself.

Yeah, but it's our tech. We have it.

Nobody else can get their hands on it.

Nothing like you're
thinking is going to happen.

New Age is incredibly secure.
Both of their facilities

- implement state-of-the-art...
- Both facilities?

- What do you mean?
- New Age has two bases.

Software made in New York, hardware
at a manufacturing plant in Denver.

- What else can you tell us?
- Nothing.

That's all I know. I swear.

Hey, Lavoy and me...
we-we cut some corners,

we did some stuff we
should not have done,

but it was all to get
a defense bill passed,

protect the country.

How'd that work out?

Hey, excuse me.

So, are the drug charges
getting dropped or what?

I don't know. I'm not a cop.

Heck of a surprise
getting a call from you.

Hell of a surprise hearing
you're wearing the badge again.

Lieutenant, no less.

Yeah, well, retirement didn't suit me.

Speaking of suits, see you're
still sporting the tweed.

Reliable as ever, Finlay.

Speak for yourself.

What was it you told
me when we first met...

trouble always seems to find you?

You kill a whole lot of people?

- Here and there.
- You need my help?

Already gave it.

You still spinning that wedding ring?

Here and there. But
feeling better every day.

- And the dog?
- Jack eats too much.

Just like his namesake.

Today, boss.

Car's running, and if I don't get out

of this straitjacket soon,
things are gonna get ugly.

Neagley?

Didn't recognize you. Looking good.

Mind your business, elbow patches.

Hey, you heard the lady.

If I don't have her
in jeans in 20 minutes,

I'm done for.

See you around, Reacher.

See you around, Finlay.

So, Little Wing could be our next 9/11.

- What are our directives?
- You and Dixon go to Denver.

The Little Wing software is useless

without the missile hardware,
and that's where it's made.

Maybe you can gum up the works,

keep the missiles out
of the wrong hands.

O'Donnell and I will head down to D.C.

Want to swing by Homeland,
see what they know about A.M.

If taking out airplanes is his M.O.,
they might have some intel on him.

How do you figure we're gonna do that?

You think we're just
gonna knock on the door

and say, "Can the DoD
come out and play?"

My brother worked for Homeland.

His contacts can help us.

Oh, no shit. How's Joe doing these days?

He's dead.

I'm starving. We should eat.

Dibs on the bathroom.

I need to get changed.

Yeah? You gonna throw it in the garbage

like our sociopathic friend here?

Oh, why, you want to borrow it?

Oh, yeah. I got the ass for it.

Hate to ruin prom night,

but hand over your guns.

What makes you think we have guns?

We were told you'd be packing, Reacher.

They also tell you you'd die tonight?

I'll die? That's funny.

No guns, so no noise.

They said you were smart.

I'm gonna cut you, gut you

and leave you...

Aah!

Everyone okay?

Yeah.

It'll heal.

Never better.

Fucked up my shoes, but I'm fine.

- Yeah.
- Before you ask if it's done,

it is, just not in
the way you hoped for.

You're causing a very complex
operation a lot of problems.

Sixty-five million
dollars worth, Langston?

Assume that's who I'm talking to.

Head of security?

Head of this whole thing?

Maybe we've been approaching
this the wrong way, Mr. Reacher.

Just Reacher.

Okay, Reacher. Why don't we make a deal?

I have the means to give you
anything you could ask for.

What is it that you want?

I want to throw you out of a helicopter.

- Synced and corrected by naFraC -
- www.MY-SUBS.com -