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- Previously on Reacher...
- I'm Marlo Burns,

New Age director of operations.

She's got a kid.

You might want
to come and see this.

Who the hell
goes on the lam and leaves

their cash stash behind?

Apparently Marlo Burns.

I'm paying a premium
for a seamless transaction

and so far this has been
anything but.

The Little Wing chips
will be ready to install

in the missiles
by the time you get here,

and Mr. Swan's associates
will be taken care of.

So what happened out there?

Well, a New Age truck

with all 650 missiles in it
was hijacked.

I hope that's the "worse news."

You wish.

Tony Swan's alive.

You call me dirty
one more time,

I will give you that beating
that I owe you.

I'll take that fight
any time you want.

Get down!

Talk. Now.

I don't know any Langston.

Then who hired you?

Some guy called Swan.

If Swan's really

in that building,
I'm gonna do

the same thing
I did to that guy.

Wrap my hand around his neck

and squeeze
the truth out of him.

What do you think
they used-- HMX?

Blast that big?

Could be CL-20.

Yeah, but HMX is a more
readily available explosive.

True, but CL-20's stronger.

Who cares what they used?

I'm more interested
in who used it.

Am I really the only one here
that's gonna say it?

What? The guy was hired by Swan.

He was going to get paid
by Swan.

He got his ass blown halfway
across the street by Swan.

What, we can't say
this guy's name now?

What is he, Beetlejuice?

I'm not gonna assume
Swan's dirty.

In an investigation,
assumptions kill.

So do military-grade
munitions.

Hey there, Russo.

Bomb squad found remnants
of a tripwire-rigged IED.

Whoever did this is a pro
or the people we're after

are trained
in this sort of thing.

Military training, maybe?

Maybe. We don't
definitively know.

Sure.

Well, what we do know is their
plan was to have you all killed

in the boneyard and then
take out the assassins here.

No loose ends.

- Bodies?
- Just the sniper's.

Your pal Swan wasn't there.

Shocking.

Yeah.

Where?

Okay, send me the address.

Marlo Burns' car was found
north of Manhattan,

near Cortland.

We'll head up now. You coming?

No.

There's someone
I need to talk to.

Try not to leave any
dead bodies behind this time.

He's like that angry,
pissed off detective

from that movie.

Which one?

All of them.

All right.

Let's go find the woman
that sent us to get killed.

Nothing in here, boss.

Yeah, it looks like she dumped
this thing and took off.

Maybe.

But if I were her, I'd hit
the head and grab a snack first.

She got her kid
a drink and a dog

and bought
a burner phone with cash,

let me keep the change.

She was in a rush.
Didn't have time for change.

If you want to see better,
you can scooch in.

She's not the "scooch in" type.

Can you zoom in a little?

I can pop it in, but

a lot of the details
may be lost.

Details matter.

Kid's playing a Nintendo Switch.

If we knew her gamertag,
we could track

the IP address to her device
and that'll lead us

to their location.

But how do we find her gamertag?

We go back to Marlo's house.

It might be on another device
there, like a smart TV.

I ever tell you
you're smart, Neagley?

Not nearly enough.

Switch from the suit.

Need new gear.

Add it to the national debt?

And like the national debt,
it never has to be repaid.

I'll take these.

And a Clark Bar.

Hello, officer.

This is my vehicle.
Is there a problem?

Huh, nothing that'll get you
death row, just the, uh,

Commonwealth of Pennsylvania
doesn't permit objects

to hang in the rearview.

Yeah, the-the rental car company
put that there, and, uh,

being from the other side
of the Atlantic, I'm not

so familiar with
your traffic regulations.

But I will remove it
in all due haste.

There you go.

So, uh,

maybe you can find the grace
to give me a pass on the ticket?

Just give you a warning.

I cannot thank you enough
for your...

Forgive me, I thought
you said no ticket.

Official warnings still
need to be written up, sir.

If I could have your license,

it'll take me maybe
two minutes to run it

and then you're on your way.

Of course.

All right. I'll be right back
with this, Doctor.

Dispatch, this is Hicks, 55R41.

Please run an interstate check

on Colorado driver's license

C17-057-7105

for a Manuel Elzogby.

Copy that, 55R41, stand by.

Okay, Doc, we'll have you
out of here shortly.

55R41, we have an interstate
alert on Dr. Elzogby.

He was a victim of
a homicide robbery in Colorado.

- Proceed with caution.
- Backup is on its way.

Atomic Fall?

Juggle the Jungle. Visited.

Can't believe people
actually play these things.

I did a job
for a game designer last year--

billion dollar company.

- You got to be shittin' me.
- Well, you should try one.

You'd like
a first-person shooter.

I am a first-person shooter.

Yo, I'm making some frozen pizza
if anyone wants it.

Jane's tag is PlainJane777.

She does a lot of
cross-platform games.

I'll log into my own account and
play until she gets back online.

Gonna need some gamer fuel.

Uh, OD, see what Marlo
has in the kitchen

in the way of breakfast cereal.

Puffs, Pops or Pebbles,

in that order of preference.

Looks like this might
take a while.

Got to wait for Jane
to get her game on.

Well, until then,

I'm gonna catch some shut-eye.

We have been attacked by bikers,

shot at by hit men,
and almost blown up.

I mean, to put it mildly,

I've got some pent-up tension.

I know you've got this rule,

"sleep when you can," but...

It's not that firm of a rule.

Hm.

♪ Every day's a struggle ♪

♪ Just to survive ♪

♪ I look on the world sometime ♪

♪ With tears in my eyes ♪

- ♪ And they say ♪
- ♪ Don't worry ♪

♪ They claim that things ♪

♪ Are getting better ♪

♪ Every day. ♪

Guy.

It's a little late for
a drop-in. Is everything okay?

Can I come in?

Of course, of course.
Come in. Come in.

I was just about
to put on the game.

You want a drink?
I got some light beer, even got

- some real beer.
- Nah, I'm good.

You know, I left you
a bunch of messages.

What the hell happened
at that cemetery?

Word is some hitters were trying
to take out Franz's wife, so

I guess she was wrapped up
in what he was doing, huh?

You know that's not true.

- Sorry, what?
- You know

as well as I do
that the only thing

that Franz's wife
is wrapped up in is grief.

I know you sold out Reacher

and his team
when they went to Boston.

And I know you're working
for those guys at New Age.

Do me a favor.

- What?
- Take a look at your shoes

- for a second, would you?
- Don't get cute with me.

Where the hell
do you think you're standing?

You're in my house.

My house,
where I brought up my kids,

where I lived with my Connie--
God rest her soul--

where we had you over
for dinner when you were

a wet behind the ears punk,

and you didn't know
which side of your gun

the bullets came out.

You come in my house
and you talk this shit to me?

Two people knew that Reacher
and his team went to Boston:

you and me.

And I didn't sell them out
to get jumped. So who did?

I'm making the smart play here,
all right?

The hell does that mean?

Look, the head of security
from, uh, New Age,

- the guy, uh...
- Langston.

That's right.

He came to me when you
started poking around

the-the Franz murder.

He backed up
a truckload of cash

and all he wanted to know
was what you were finding out,

where the investigation
was heading.

He just wanted updates,
that's it.

- Just updates?
- Yes.

After what this city's
been through?

After 9/11?

You're NYPD and you're aiding,
abetting terrorists?

Hey, watch your fucking mouth.

Fuck that!

You are sullying the greatest
police force in the world.

You're spitting on the grave
of everybody who died that day,

died trying to save lives.

Who the fuck are you
to bring up that day to me?

I lost more friends that morning

than you'll ever have
in your goddamn life!

What they're doing
is-isn't about over here.

All right?
It's about over there--

China, the Middle East, Russia,

the-the IRA
for all I give a shit.

It has nothing to do with me,
you or this country, okay?

Langston is a businessman.
He saw a play and he took it.

These are crooked cops.

These are-these are
bad fucking people.

No shit.

I've known guys like him,
you know guys like him.

And your father definitely
knew guys like him.

When they make an offer
it's not a suggestion,

it's not a request,
it's an order.

So, I damn well took that money
when they came to me

and I kept my ass in one piece.

That's what I care about.

And what if you're wrong?

What if you wake up
a few months from now

and it's raining plane parts
in Los Angeles, Chicago,

New York again?

What are you gonna do
when you find out

that they fucking lied to you?

And don't ever bring up
my father again.

Why not? I knew him well.

I think about him all the time

and what a good man he was.

And a good cop
and how that good man

is six feet underground.

I don't want to go out that way

and neither should you.

They paid me, they'll pay you.

Take the goddamn money.

You didn't know my father.

And you sure as hell
don't know me.

Look at the kilos
coming in this week.

We're gonna wrap this up
in a big way.

Unfortunately,
you're not, Major.

At ease.

I need to speak
to you alone, Reacher.

It's about
Operation Kite Runner.

Respectfully, anything
you can say to me about the case

can be said in front of Dixon.

She's been working this matter
from the beginning,

knows it better than anybody.

Very well.

I respect you too much
to pussyfoot this thing.

The colonel's promotion's
going through.

He's gonna be stationed
in South Korea

at a base right near
the Demilitarized Zone.

It's gonna be announced sometime
in the next three weeks.

Waiting for the shoe
to drop, Hortense.

Colonel's been gunning
for this promotion 20 years.

There's no way a drug operation
that happened

right under his nose
is gonna be publicized

in a huge bust.

It's not a good look.

And it would be a bad mark

on his otherwise stellar
military career.

As a result,
Operation Kite Runner

will be shut down immediately.

This is bullshit.

Don't let our friendship
affect your judgment.

We don't have a friendship.

We have a familiarity.

With all due respect
to that familiarity,

this is bullshit.

Major Reacher,

this is what will go
into your report:

five misdemeanor charges
for drug use only,

no charges for dealing,
conspiracy

or misappropriation
of military resources.

One defendant will do time
in the brig,

four will get probation,

all will receive
honorable discharges,

that's it.

Do you understand your orders?

Yes, sir.

Reacher?

Reacher?

What's going through
your mind right now?

Nothing.

Just...

...how the last big case
we all had together...

How it all
went to shit at the end.

And you're worried
how this one's gonna end?

Part of it.

Which part?

Swan.

You've done so much for me.

I mean, for all of us.

You trained us.

So...

So, when the time comes,
I'll do it.

I'll kill Swan.

Got her address.

Seriously?

- IP address or address address?
- Both.

Soon as Jane started gaming--

she sucks, by the way--

I had tech services
in my office track her down.

Got us a location an hour away.

Dress quickly, boss.

She should've used
the informal "tu."

Thank you.

Mm. Is Jane hungry?

You've already done
more than enough.

God, I'm so embarrassed
that we're imposing

- on you like this.
- Don't you dare apologize.

This isn't your fault, Marlo.

I remember when I left Thomas.

It's never easy.

Why are my sprinklers going off
in the middle of winter?

I swear I'm gonna fire
that groundskeeper.

I'll be right back.

Not a sound.

Eight feet tall,

300 pounds,

and you got to hit
a woman to feel big?

You're pathetic.

Did Marlo tell you she was
running from an ex-boyfriend?

She lied to you.

Why would she do that?

Great question.
Why don't you

call her out here
and ask her yourself?

And why the hell
should I listen to you?

'Cause right now I have
a colleague in the car

playing online games with Jane
to keep the kid busy.

If you don't get Marlo out here
I'll go in and get her myself,

but there'd be a whole lot
of screaming and carrying on

and I'd like
to avoid traumatizing

her daughter if possible.

I won't do it.

O'Donnell, switchblade.

Homemade silencer.

Call Marlo out here
or I'll shoot you in the leg.

Scream, I shoot you in the head.

Okay.

Uh, Marlo, can you
come out here for a sec?

Sit back down.

Can't believe you fell for that.

It's a 16th-inch of plastic.

What...

Hey, Marlo. How you been?

Please don't hurt my daughter.

Jane doesn't
have to be involved in this.

Come on, take a seat.

Why'd you send us
to get killed in an ambush?

I-I don't know anything
about an ambush.

- I'm sorry,
what exactly is going on?
- Shut up, Chad.

You smiled
and gave me an address

where a bunch of thugs
were about to take us out.

Now, either you're a chump

or you gladly threw us
into the lion's den.

And when you found out
we took out your guys,

you skipped town and used Chad
here as a human shield.

- Can I just say...
- Shut up, Chad.

I swear, I had no idea

who or what was at the address
I gave you.

Our head of security got spooked

when you guys came around
asking questions.

He told me
to give you that address.

Oh, so now Langston's in charge,
not Tony Swan?

No. He's the one trying
to stop all this.

If you knew Tony Swan,

then you would know
he'd never be involved

in something like this.

Some of us do.

I hired Swan,

jammed him on to
Langston's security team.

- Why?
- Because New Age's

security team was incestuous.

They were all former cops
from the same precinct.

So you trusted Swan?

And I like to think
that he trusted me, too.

That's why he came to me
when he found something

- suspicious going on...
- Little Wing.

How do you know about that?

We know about the missiles,

Senator Lavoy,

everything except
how you fit into all this.

Well, I didn't fit into it,

not until Swan came to me.

He'd realized that chips

being uploaded
with the Little Wing software

were being flagged
as defective in numbers

outside normal margin of error.

Quality control
couldn't figure out why

the failure rate
kept creeping up,

but management wanted to fulfill

the Little Wing contract
on time,

and since the majority
of the chips tested fine,

we chalked it up

to a processing error

and kept cranking out product.

But Swan thought someone
in engineering had manipulated

the testing board
to randomly flag

operational chips as defective.

Any idea who in engineering
could have been involved?

There's scores of engineers.
There's no way to know.

What about management,
board of directors,

any of the suits--
they in on it?

None of us knew anything.

Langston always said we were
all too busy counting our money

to realize we were being robbed.

These chips that were
being marked as defective--

let me guess, 650 of them?

That sounds right.

I told Swan to report
his findings to Langston

because I didn't know he was
involved at the time, but...

Swan was cautious. He wanted
to do some more digging.

He said that
he was going to bring in

some of his trusted
army friends to help.

Yeah, they were
our friends, too.

Did Swan ever report back
about what they dug up?

No.

I never heard from him again.
He just disappeared.

Not necessarily.
He was signing off on shipments

as recently as yesterday.

He's alive?

Looks like it.

They probably got him
held somewhere,

setting him up to take the rap
for this thing.

Yeah, well, Langston's
all about covering his ass.

Right after Tony went missing
he called me into his office.

He said that
as director of operations

I was in a unique position

to help cover up whatever it was
that Tony had exposed.

Cut yourself a sweet deal
in the process.

Found your bag of money.

He made me take that so that

I wouldn't look clean
in any of this.

Well, you could have
just said no.

Langston is vicious.

He was a detective
for over 20 years

and he helped some very unsavory
people avoid jail time

just so he could keep them
in his back pocket.

I mean, like a-a biker gang...

Took care of them in Boston.

And professional hit man and...

Brooklyn Cemetery.

And a lot of general lowlifes

who would take someone out
for a few bucks.

Buried in Atlantic City.

The things that he said
he would have done to me,

to my daughter.

I can't even repeat it.

That's why I ran.

After two of you came around
asking questions,

I was afraid Langston would
see me as a potential liability.

He doesn't like loose ends.

God knows what they're doing
to him right now.

Half of what we'll do to him.

You can go.

Thank you.

Marlo,

don't take this
the wrong way, but...

find a fucking hotel.

We're looking
for someone

who recently hijacked
a truckload of SAMs.

How complicated is it to install
the Little Wing chips into them?

He'd need his engineer
to demonstrate,

but after that
he'd be fine on his own.

Be nice to know
who his engineer is.

We'll find out soon enough.

We just have to ask Langston.

Buyer will be landing soon.

He's not gonna hand over a penny
unless he knows

how to install those chips

and fire those weapons
like he's rolling out of bed.

Won't be a problem.
I will hold his hand.

I will guide him
through the steps.

And how long
is this tutorial gonna take?

Well, I can run him
through the installation

and activation very quickly.
Nothing to worry about.

Yeah.

Okay, well, don't spike the ball
just yet, Russ.

Marlo.

Where you been?
I've been concerned.

I had to
get out of town.

Those two women who came by

asking about Saropian--
they brought a couple

of friends to track me down.

They threatened me
and my daughter.

And what did you tell them?

A bunch of lies.

They're going to figure that out
sooner or later

and when they do, I am terrified
they're gonna come back for us.

Now, what did I say to you

when I brought you
into this thing?

That if you did what I said,
you'd make a lot of money

and nothing would happen
to you and Janey.

I'm a man of my word.
I can keep you both safe.

- Where are you?
- Outside the city.

- Where? I'll come get you.
- I-I mean, I'm calling

from a deli. I-I think
they're following me, so I...

Look, I have to keep moving.

Okay, okay. That's fine.

Where could we meet?

Making house calls now?

Only when
shit's about to go down.

We're luring Langston in
to take him out.

Good. Let's get this asshole.

I got a different job for you.

That's Marlo.

She works for New Age.

She and her daughter are
on Langston's loose-end list.

Marlo's the lure.

Need someone to watch the kid.

What am I,
a fucking babysitter now?

Langston's bringing
at least four guys.

A driver,
someone to watch his back,

and two guys
to carry Marlo's body

since bosses
don't do grunt work.

I need my whole team.
That leaves you.

I saw what you did
for Mikey in the cemetery.

I know you'd do the same
for Jane.

Fine, but we can't stay here.

I cornered Marsh
and he copped to being

on Langston's payroll.

Told me to get with the program.

And?

I told him to fuck off.

That's why you can't stay.

Look,

I know Marsh since
I was fresh out of the academy.

I don't think he's gonna
make a move on me.

But I'm going
to my cousin's house

on Staten Island
for a day or two,

just in case.

I'll bring the girl with me.

Appreciate it.

When we finally have that fight,

I'll let you take
the first swing.

I don't need no handicapping,
pal. Trust me.

I bet you don't.

Hey, look, I'm-I'm
gonna be back soon.

Everything's gonna be okay,
I promise.

All right?

- I'll be back soon.
- Yeah.

You thinking
what I'm thinking?

Yeah.

We're using
this kid's mom as bait.

So we better get it right.

Can you hear us?

Loud and clear.

Good. Keep us on speaker,

put the phone in your pocket.

We'll be right here
listening in.

Oh, I don't know
if I can do this.

Just take a breath. We got you.

Okay.

You're gonna listen to my voice
and you're gonna run

when I tell you to run.
We clear on that?

Clear.

As soon as you're
gone, we're gonna come up

behind him and block the exit.

O'Donnell and Dixon'll
box them in.

Well, and then what?

Then we'll kill him.

Someone's coming.

Okay, stay cool.

You buckled up?

Up ahead.

Easy. Don't spook her.

It's gonna be okay.

You're gonna like Staten Island.

We'll stop by Ariemma's,

get a chicken cutlet sandwich,

maybe watch an Adam Sandler
movie or something.

You'll be back
with your mom in no time.

Jane...

get in the back
and keep your head down.

Just stay down.

Hey, they
tracked us down.

Marsh or Langston?

I don't know
and I don't give a shit,

but we're under
heavy automatic fire.

Fuck!

It's Russo. We got to go.

- Wait, wh-what's wrong?
- Who the hell
is she talking to?

Is Jane in trouble?

Fuck, it's a setup. Get her.

That's Reacher. Kill him!

Go, go, go, go!

It's Neagley. Get in.

Hurry!

What in the fuck was that?

They found Russo. We got to go.

What are you doing? Get in.

Go find Jane. I'm not done here.

I'm staying with Reacher.

No. They've got
automatic weapons.

Russo's outmanned, outgunned,
and has a kid with him.

You all need to go.

Shit. Get down!

- There he goes. Get him.
- But Burns...

Later. I want that big fuck.

Russo, what's your 20?

I'm heading east.

Keep heading towards Queens.
We're gonna intercept.

Help!

Where the fuck are you guys?
I can't lose them.

Location?

Just passed 104th.

We're close, all right?

Just keep them off your ass.

Hurry up.

Son of a bitch!

Hold on!

Keep him blocked in.

You okay?

Okay, don't move

- till I come and get you.
- Okay.

It's just you and me now,
Langston.

This place is surrounded
by a barbed-wire fence,

there's only one exit and you
got to get past me to reach it.

You killed the wrong guy's
friends, asshole.

Let's go, let's go!

Come on!

Keep your head down.

Come on. Get behind the tires.

Come on.

When I say so, you run
as fast as you can. Okay?

- I can't.
- Yes, you can!

I promise I won't let
anything happen to you.

But you have to do what I say.

I want you to run down that way.

And whatever you do,
don't look back.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Come on. Come on.

Ready?

Now!

Come on!

It's not always fair, kid.

Jane. Jane!

Oh.

Oh, baby.

- Clear.
- Clear.

Call 911!

Copy that.

Oh, fuck.

Shit.

Hold on, Russo.

Help is on the way.

The girl?

- What?
- The girl.

She's okay. She's safe.

Ambulance is on its way.

♪ Long, gray December ♪

♪ Looking for your gold ♪

♪ Waiting for your ship ♪

♪ To roll on in ♪

♪ Been searching the valleys ♪

♪ Looking high and low ♪

♪ Sipping from a cup ♪

♪ That isn't yours ♪

♪ And, oh ♪

♪ Bear the pain ♪

♪ Been sleeping ♪

♪ In the rain ♪

♪ And, oh ♪

♪ Bear the pain ♪

♪ Been waiting ♪

♪ For things to change ♪

♪ Mm-hmm ♪

♪ Don't got what I used to ♪

♪ But there ain't
no looking back ♪

♪ Got to work right now ♪

♪ With what I have ♪

♪ Been playing the lotto ♪

♪ Wishing for finer things ♪

♪ Leaving my heart ♪

♪ In an empty glass. ♪