Reacher (2022) s01e04 Episode Script

1 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 onto the "What the Heck Does That Mean" file.
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.
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.
It's Roscoe.
Hey.
What are we looking at? This Joe's car or what? Think so.
Can't be 100%.
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.
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.
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.
Group of boys ten, 11 years old played soccer in a bombed-out hangar every day.
Whenever they'd see me, they'd wave.
I waved back.
One night it got real late.
They hadn't returned.
Between insurgents and IEDs, I wanted to make sure they got home safe.
I went back to the hangars so they wouldn't have to walk back alone.
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 so when they did, I was ready.
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.
Oh, fuck's sakes.
Oh, fuck.
Done.
What? Nothing.
Just when I asked Mosley what kind of business Kliner was in, he said trucking, real estate, 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.
We need a room.
From floors three to seven, if you have it.
- King or two queens? - Two queens.
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.
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.
Eudora Welty? Fan of her writing? 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.
- 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.
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.
- 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.
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.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Hey.
Hold on a minute.
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.
Hi.
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.
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.
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's 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.
Who's watching the door? 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
- Hey, Pops.
- Hey.
Uh, 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, 3 - W 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.
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.
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.
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.
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'm done with that asshole.
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.
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.
Well, you got mothers all over town They're screaming and crying 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.
- Oh! - Cover! - 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.
Son of a bitch.
Mateo! You just killed my cousin.
Now I'm gonna paint your skull all over the ground 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.
Finlay.
- You find anything? - Yeah.
And then a couple of guys found us.
More bodies? You know what I want to know? How the hell those guys got to the motel before we did.
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 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.
- 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.
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.
So what are we talking about here? 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.
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.
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? Hmm, 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.
United States Environmental Protection Agency.
How may I direct your call? - Hello? - Okay.
So "W.
B.
" is William Bryant, Economics Professor at Princeton.
According to his voicemail, at a conference in Europe, due to return 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 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 PI who can help.
Someone we can trust? Trusted her with my life on countless occasions.
She hasn't let me down once.
- 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.
I'll drive.
Hope you like .
38 Special.
Oh, you're serious.
I never knew there'd come a day 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 ticker 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.
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.
So caught up in you, little girl Know you're a blues guy, Reacher, but come on, you got to feel this.
No.
You caught me, baby, you taught me How good it could be - Okay.
- It took so She'll either be on the gold or red northbound train.
They arrive on different platforms.
Looks like we found her.
She wants to meet us at the top of the escalator.
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.
Okay okay.
Hey.
Hey.
Oh, God.
Joe