Reacher (2022) s03e03 Episode Script

1
Previously on Reacher
[REACHER] Lieutenant Colonel
Francis Xavier Quinn.
Picked up extra cash selling
military secrets to hostile nations.
And now you want to find him.
- Yeah.
- So maybe we can help each other out.
[DUFFY] CI. Teresa Daniel.
I think she got caught snooping on
Beck and something happened to her.
You need to find Quinn.
While you're doing that,
you can help me find Teresa.
Keys are in the truck and
there's a GPS in there.
- They're expecting you there in six hours.
- Not a problem.
Dry as Utah on Sunday. No drugs.
No body to get rid of.
It's a loyalty test.
Making the delivery
proves I can be trusted.
- [PHONE RINGING]
- You've got Neagley.
Can you run down the
jackets on a few names?
Paul Van Hoven
Chapman Duke
- and Angel Dole.
- You're dirty.
You're a cop.
[DUKE] What's the holdup?
Angel talks too much.
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
Angel Doll say anything to you?
Said lots of things.
Guy doesn't know when to shut up.
He mention anything he
may have just found out?
Something important?
No. Why?
He told me he had news
but he wouldn't elaborate.
Called Beck direct so he could
hear it straight from his mouth.
Little bitch is always
trying to jump up the ladder.
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
- [THUDS]
- [ALARM BUZZES]
[GATE RATTLES]
Get out. You're off the clock.
- What about you?
- I got shit to do.
Now kindly fuck off.
[CAR DOOR CLOSES]
[ANNETTE SIGHS]
You'll take your skin off.
Bouge.
Rusty keeps cleaner under the sink.
Takes care of any mess. Tiens.
Leftovers up for grabs?
Stew's on simmer, coffee's on the hob.
Smells good.
Appreciated.
So
who's Rusty?
He's the mechanic.
Insists on washing his
greasy hands in the sink.
Cars in Beck's fleet are pretty new,
and those ATVs in the garage
don't look like they get much use.
Kind of odd, having a
full-time mechanic on staff.
I don't ask questions, I just, uh
How do you say? Um
scrub the floors.
Grande maison,
ça fait beaucoup à nettoyer.
Vous parlez français ?
My mother was from Paris. You?
Le Havre. Not so nice as Paris.
So, what brings you to Maine?
I grew up by the water and
want to study marine biology.
Some of the best schools
for it are in New England,
so I save to study here.
- That's a lot of money.
- Mr. Beck pays well.
It's the only reason I'm here,
up late, working my cul off to
prepare some big 50th birthday party
for a rich man who never says thank you.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[DUKE] Let's go.
Thought I was off the clock.
Beck has questions.
Something about Angel Doll's
voicemail isn't adding up.
- Then ask Angel Doll.
- He's not answering.
Already told you, he
didn't say anything to me.
Tell Beck yourself.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[DUKE] What are you,
made of fucking lead?
Move your ass.
Angel Doll did some research on that
guy that tried to kidnap Richard.
Okay.
He ran the plates on that
pickup that prick was driving.
And it turns out, it belongs to a
group that we did some business with.
Rug customers?
Don't worry about the business.
Worry about why the
kidnapper that you described
doesn't match anybody in the
group of men that used that truck.
Not one.
Either their truck was stolen,
or you're a fucking unreliable witness.
You already know I ran a special
investigation unit for years.
My observation skills
are as good as they get.
So, you saying the truck was stolen?
Don't you think that'd be
one hell of a coincidence?
Most likely, these guys
you've done business with
expanded their personnel trying to grow.
It'd explain why they decided to make
a sloppy power move
like going after Richard.
They wanted to send
some kind of message.
A rug business message.
Are you certain he was using an Uzi?
Not an MP5K?
Again, former military. I know my guns.
[BECK] All right, message received.
But they're sure as hell
making it hard to reply.
Can't get in touch with them.
It's like they fell off
the face of the Earth.
- It makes no sense.
- [REACHER] Makes perfect sense.
They made a play at your
son, now they're laying low.
But they won't do it
forever. They'll hit again.
So we need to find
them and take them out
before they make their next move.
I can do it,
but not unless you tell me
everything you can about them.
You need to stay quiet
and keep doing your job.
My job is to protect you and your son.
How can I do that if
you keep me in the dark?
Trust me or fire me.
I'll do whatever the hell
I want to, when I want to.
We're done!
You find anything?
[NEAGLY OVER PHONE] And then some.
You've caught up with a real
bunch of sick individuals.
Lay it out for me.
Paul Van Hoven.
Dishonorable discharge for punching
his captain's eye
clean out of its socket.
Eighteen months in Leavenworth.
Served an additional 18 when he used
his bare hands to
tear off a CO's finger.
You throw down with this guy, boss?
Hoping I don't have
to. Guy's twice my size.
Last time I saw a guy twice
your size was on Mount Rushmore.
- What about the other two?
- Angel Dole was Paulie's buddy in the brig.
He did eight years for sexually
assaulting a female lieutenant.
Real nice guy.
- Real dead guy.
- Kudos.
Last but not least, Chapman Duke.
Former cop turned criminal lackey
with a rap sheet longer than my leg.
- Want to hear the specifics?
- No.
I got what I need. Thanks.
All these Boy Scouts?
You need help on this one.
It's under control.
I don't know how my target's
involved in all this, but
the fact that he's involved at all
means I don't want you coming in.
Reacher, who is this guy?
[SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING]
Someone I thought I
dispatched years ago.
Quinn?
Tell me where you are, right now.
I sent you my number.
Don't try tracking this
phone's location. It won't work.
- This is a secure federal line.
- Reacher, wait
- Bye, Neagley.
- [PHONE CRACKLES]
[LINE RINGING]
- [DUFFY OVER PHONE] What's up?
- I need you to drop a car for me
a mile south of the house at midnight.
Leave it unlocked with a towel
and a change of clothes inside.
Why?
I need to get back into Bizarre Bazaar.
Clean up a little mess I made.
Gate surrounds the property.
I'm gonna have to improvise
a way out of here.
Car will be back where you
left it before daybreak.
All right. What are you
gonna do in the meantime?
Sleep while I can.
[INSECTS TRILLING]
[EXHALES]
[CONTEMPLATIVE MUSIC PLAYING]
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[GRUNTS]
♪
♪
[PHONE CHIMES]
[SIGHS]
Fuck me.
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[WIND BLOWING]
I said to leave a car.
You don't need to be here.
[DUFFY] If you're
going to Bizarre Bazaar,
I'm coming to look for Teresa.
Suit yourself.
[INSECTS TRILLING]
[OWL HOOTS]
Give me the rundown on Beck.
He's a scumbag.
Does seem to care about his kid, though.
Hell-bent on finding who went after him.
A reasonable reaction.
Yeah.
The more he looks into
it, the more likely he is
to find out the whole thing's bullshit.
We need to make him think the
kidnappers are no longer a threat.
So, we convince Beck someone who
never came after him to begin with
isn't coming after him again?
How?
No idea yet.
And this man you're after, Quinn,
any clue on his role in all this?
Working on it.
Look, I'm worried about Teresa, okay?
So, what did he do to you?
He didn't do anything to me.
It was a friend of mine.
Sergeant First Class Dominique Kohl.
There it is up ahead.
Park around back.
[TRAIN HORN BLOWS IN DISTANCE]
[TRAIN CROSSING ALARM
CHIMES IN DISTANCE]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[TRAIN HORN BLOWING IN DISTANCE]
What are you doing?
Picking the lock.
Angel Doll never closed up.
Who the fuck's Angel Doll?
Susan Duffy, meet Angel Doll.
He was gonna blow my cover.
Would've gotten me killed.
Teresa, too, maybe.
Seems like a fair trade.
Might as well make the most out of it.
Thanks for the hand, Angel Doll.
Okay.
Reset password.
Digital print off.
New password.
"Nomar-4-Eva."
Retype password.
There.
Okay.
We got a lot of ground to cover.
Mm. What about him?
He'll be here when we get back.
Check every trunk, crate, box.
Look for loose floorboards,
uneven seals in the wall.
They could have her hidden anywhere.
But we leave everything
exactly as we found it.
Copy that.
[INTENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
♪
Whole goddamn night with
nothing to show for it.
She's lost as ever.
We know she's not here,
and that's progress.
Duffy
What?
We need to open Container 13.
[TRAIN CROSSING ALARM
CHIMING IN DISTANCE]
He's not using it.
Teresa could be in one of these.
She's not.
No electric running
to any of 'em for air.
They don't want her suffocating.
And how long, do you think,
till someone finds him?
These containers are out to pasture.
No one's gonna open 'em any time soon.
[KEYS CLINK]
Blood's always a pain to clean up.
How often do you do this?
[VEHICLE APPROACHING]
[REACHER] Two guys who
run trucks for Beck,
returning the one they took yesterday.
They see us, they'll kill us.
Then we shoot 'em first.
We can't. Workers arrive in a few hours.
One stray bullet hole
or shell on the ground,
Beck will know someone's onto him.
First suspect will be the new guy.
The hell?
Angel said he'd meet us here.
Car's gone. Probably got tired
of waiting for your slow ass.
Can't control the traffic, Bellinger.
Look, he is here.
A.D.! Where the hell's your car?
You're supposed to
give us a lift back to
Where the hell is he?
A.D.?
Is that blood?
[SHOUTS]
[GRUNTING]
[CHOKING]
[METAL SLICES]
[GRUNTING]
Take your hands off my friend,
and I'll remove the
crowbar from your body.
[GASPING]
[GRUNTS]
[COUGHING]
We'll need to open Container 14.
[QUIET, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[INSECTS TRILLING]
[DUFFY] Thanks for
helping me look for Teresa.
[REACHER] Thanks for helping
me take out the trash.
No idea what you're talking about.
If they see you with Angel Doll's
gun, you're as dead as he is.
I'll hide it.
[CLEARS THROAT] The team and I
will go through the
laptop in the morning.
I'll update you on what we find.
Sounds good.
[REACHER SIGHS]
- Duffy?
- Yeah.
Clothes.
Oh.
Right.
Thanks.
- Okay.
- Okay.
Night, Duffy.
Good night.
[WAVES CRASHING]
[SLOW, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
[BIRDS SINGING]
[DUKE] Why, our trucks
are ready, clean tags,
- and they'll be good to go in a few.
- [BECK] Yeah, what good does that do
if there's not enough guys to move it?
I mean, am I the only one with any idea
how fucking huge this deal is for us?
Hey, look who it is.
At least you show up for work.
What's going on?
A big shipment's coming
in. It's all hands on deck.
Except the two drivers that
were supposed to take it in.
What two drivers?
Bellinger and Sklar.
Christmas Eve, and the fucking
elves are missing in action.
If this deal gets fucked up,
heads are gonna roll, Duke.
I'll call the Nichols
brothers from Portsmouth.
I can get 'em to cover
the shift for five grand.
Just let me do it.
I can do the work of two of your
men, and I'm already on payroll.
No, you're on the payroll
to do what I tell you to do.
And today, you're gonna
take Richie into town.
He wants to go shopping or some shit.
Just keep an eye on him, make sure
he stays down there most of the day.
Understood?
Understood.
[BUZZER SOUNDS]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[TIRES SQUEALING]
You shouldn't keep messing with Paulie.
I heard what you did to him in the gym.
Bad move. The guy's a psycho.
If he's such a psycho, why does
your dad let him live at his house?
He doesn't.
Julius McCabe does.
Who's Julius McCabe?
My dad's boss.
Makes Paulie look like a pacifist,
so just pray you never
have to meet the guy.
So that's what's got your
dad so worked up today.
When he said heads were gonna
roll, he was talking about his own.
Exactly what kind of business
are he and this McCabe guy doing
that's got him so worried?
I already told you rugs.
Richard, I killed a cop and
upended my life to save yours.
Least you can do is tell me
what I'm involved in here.
Look, I've had to make
my money however I can,
but that doesn't mean I'm
willing to die over it.
So just help me out here.
Exactly how much danger
is this job putting me in?
They
They just sell rugs.
[BIRDS SINGING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DOOR ENTRY BELL JINGLES]
[WHIMSICAL, OLD-FASHIONED MUSIC PLAYING]
I've heard your generation
refuses to grow up.
It's not for me.
I'm getting a birthday gift for my dad.
It's his 50th.
So I've heard.
Big party and all that.
Thought your dad would be
a little past toys by now.
- [DINGS]
- [MALE CLERK] Just a minute.
Uh, yeah, he always used to talk
about this Roy Rogers cap gun
he had when he was little.
It was handed down from my grandpa.
Yeah, Dad said he took
it everywhere with him,
driving the town nuts, shooting
caps off all over the place.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
And then, one day, his Sunday
school teacher confiscated it,
and was supposed to give
it back, but she lost it.
He used to talk about that pistol
the way you talk about
a lost dog or something.
I think it's how his whole
obsession with guns got started.
The owner called me last week, said
he found one in great condition.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY] Oh, man, there it is.
[SOFT, MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING]
Must be tough trying to find a present
for a millionaire who has it all.
Only thing he doesn't have is time.
[CAP GUN MECHANISM CLICKING SOFTLY]
Not for himself, not for me,
definitely not for tracking
down an old cap gun.
[SCOFFS]
I just hope he likes it.
I'm sure he will.
[MALE CLERK] Ah. You found it.
- [CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
- Ain't she a beaut?
Well, while you two figure that
out, I'm gonna go hit the head.
Yeah, sure. I'll meet you out front.
[CLERK] There's a
little mark on the butt,
- but I can totally fix that.
- [RICHARD] Oh.
[TENSE, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]
[PHONE RINGING]
Hey. What do you got?
[REACHER] Something
big's coming in today.
Beck's sweating over it.
I tried to get to the warehouse,
but they stuck me with the kid,
and he's not offering up anything.
You find anything
about it on the laptop?
Only what you just told me.
The shipment's scheduled
to arrive this afternoon,
but this stuff's cryptic as shit.
No invoice, no manifest.
Mr. Doll was crap at his job.
Or maybe he just
wasn't kept in the loop.
I'm on the inside, and
you know as much as I do.
No one's telling me a damn thing.
All right, for now,
Villy and I are gonna stake
out the docks for that delivery.
We'll see what we can see.
But then we're just searching
blindly again, like last night.
Every time we go
looking for something
Quinn, Teresa, any kind of
evidence we come up empty. Why?
Because all the important details
are being kept inside
the upper echelon
Beck, Duke and some guy
named Julius McCabe.
Who the hell's that?
Beck's boss, apparently.
Only new information I've gathered,
and that came from the kid.
Okay. I'll run it.
Hey, did you get anything
other than a name?
Lucky I got that much.
No point in being an
informant if I'm not informed.
Well, you saved Beck's kid,
but you're still brand-new.
He's not putting you in
the inner circle just yet.
Then I got to put myself in.
How you gonna manage that?
By getting promoted
to Beck's number two.
But I can't do that
unless the job's open.
I got to figure some
way to get rid of Duke.
Well, normally I'd object,
but with these assholes,
you'd be doing the world a favor.
Angel Doll's laptop.
Can you get into his email?
Yeah, he left it open.
Good. We need an empty house.
Something vacant, off the grid.
Well, DEA's got a safe house in
the woods, just outside of Hartford.
Perfect.
Email the address to Beck
from Angel Doll's account.
Tell him it's the last known location
of the group that owns the pickup.
- [SIREN BLARING ON TV]
- [UPBEAT TV INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYS]
[COOPER SIGHS] Oh, my God, can
you turn off this old-man shit?
It's giving me a headache.
Aspirin's on your left.
[GUNFIRE ON TV]
Come on, kid, you can't like this shit.
I mean, not particularly. No.
[DOOR OPENS]
- We got to roll.
- Where to?
Not you, benchwarmer.
Villy, let's get moving.
- Seriously?
- [COOPER] Hey, hey, hey, lady.
Hey, what you're doing to me
is against my constitutional
rights, you know.
Once I get out of here,
I'm calling my congressman.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
You open your mouth again,
the only congressman you'll get to
talk to is Teddy fuckin' Kennedy.
'Cause I will put you in the
frozen earth and leave you there.
[DOOR CLOSES]
She's not kidding.
Shut up.
[ENTRY BELL CHIMES]
[LEAD TOWNIE SCOFFS]
Holy shit. Richie Rich.
Surprised to see you out
of your house, van Gogh.
Really, guys? Come on.
We're not in high school anymore.
Yeah, no shit.
'Cause see, if we were
still in high school,
my old man would still have a
job, and we'd still have a house.
But your rich daddy bought
the quarry over in Pondice
and shut it down so he
could build more warehouses
for his fancy foreign rugs.
Didn't you hear what I
told ya, or is your little
tortellini ear not working? [LAUGHS]
[LAUGHS]
[OTHER TOWNIE SCOFFS]
[BAG CRINKLING, CAP GUN CLINKING]
I said, while you get to play
with your toys in your mansion,
my family gets to live in a
double-wide down by Carson Creek.
Now how's that fair, huh?
[REACHER] It's not.
Just like it's not
fair that you're ugly.
Sometimes we got to play
the hand we're dealt.
And who the hell are you?
I'm Richard's friend.
So if you're smart, you'll get
out of here before I hurt you.
[QUIET CHUCKLING]
Get yourself a little babysitter now?
[GRUNTS]
So you're stupid and ugly.
[GRUNTS]
- Hey.
- [GRUNTING]
[GROANING]
[GRUNTING AND GROANING CONTINUES]
- [GRUNTS]
- [REACHER SIGHS]
[LEAD TOWNIE GROANS, PANTS]
[GROANS]
- Next time you see Richard, walk the other way.
- [PANTING]
[PANTING]
[LEAD TOWNIE COUGHS]
[BOAT HORN BLOWING]
[SEABIRDS CALLING]
[VILLANUEVA] Last truck's leaving now,
both from Slip Seven.
It's the same one
mentioned in all the files.
That's got to be Beck's shit.
Nothing else in there on this shipment?
Point of origin? Load weight?
Anything we can work with?
[DUFFY] Just the number of crates.
It's twice the size of past
orders, but that's all I can find.
This record's even more
bare-bones than the prior ones.
Beck keeping details under wraps.
Well, maybe.
Or maybe Doll didn't finish filling
it out before Reacher killed him.
What?
He had no other option.
[CLEARS THROAT] We got
distance now. Let's hit it.
I was about to retire, you know.
[ENGINE STARTS]
[BOAT HORN BLOWS]
[DOOR BELLS JINGLE]
There's a crack running down the
middle. Nothing some epoxy can't fix.
Okay. Good.
What flavor's this?
Today's special, lavender infusion.
This is why people beat
you up on the sidewalk.
Okay, those guys have messed
with me since grade school.
Made fun of me for
having no friends, no mom,
no one but a rich, piece of shit dad.
Who cares what a bunch
of assholes think?
Yeah, but they're not wrong.
My dad is a piece of shit.
But, for some reason, I still
love I don't know, it's
it's confusing.
Do you know what that's like?
No. My dad was a great guy.
[SCOFFS]
It's stupid, I
I have this fantasy that, one
day, I just grab a set of keys,
steal one of the cars
from my dad's garage,
and blow through the
gates and just disappear.
It's all it's cracked up to be.
I go wherever I want, do
whatever I want, answer to no one.
Once the dust settles, I
put a few bucks in my pocket,
I'm back on the road.
If that's the life you want,
I can help you get there.
But I can't do that unless you tell me
what the hell's really going
on with your father's business.
[SIGHS]
I've saved your ass twice now.
What's it gonna take
for you to trust me?
If they find out I talked,
they'll come after me.
So I'll save you a third time.
Okay.
It's not my dad's business.
Mm, not anymore.
Julius McCabe runs everything now,
every aspect of our lives,
even where I went to college.
Wanted someplace close
by he can get to me easy.
Keeps my dad in line.
So that bodyguard's not
there to protect you.
[SCOFFS] He's my shadow.
McCabe always knows
where my dad and I are at,
for all intents and purposes.
McCabe's the one who kidnapped
you, cut off your ear?
Yeah.
Except the wet work was Paulie.
That was after he
beat the hell out of me and
locked me in a trunk for days.
[SIGHS] It was all under
McCabe's orders, though.
To get my dad to do whatever he wanted.
Like hand over his business.
More like his process.
My dad was selling rugs long
before McCabe entered the picture.
He'd always complain about the
red tape involved with shipping,
but my dad used to brag about how
he found a way around a lot of it.
Pay off dock managers,
customs officials.
He had the entire international
system wired. [SCOFFS]
The way he put it, he "greased
the wheels of commerce."
He bragged a few too many
times to a few too many people.
Eventually, this Julius
McCabe catches wind.
McCabe needed those
routes, those shortcuts,
but didn't want to pay for
'em, so he made a big move.
- Kidnapped and tortured you.
- To take over the system my dad built.
And now he uses it to ship drugs.
Drugs?
Maybe. I don't know. I
don't know what he moves.
Neither does my dad.
He just smuggles his stuff in the rugs
and gets it to where
it needs to be, and
[INHALES] now we're
under his thumb forever.
You ever hear McCabe or your
dad use the name Xavier Quinn?
Not that I can remember.
Why? Who's Quinn?
Someone I met once.
Thought he could be
working for your dad.
[SCOFFS]
Why couldn't he have
a normal job like
like a plumber or an electrician?
Do we have to go home? I hate it there.
Can't we just, you know, stay
in town the rest of the day?
I was told to keep an eye on you,
not tell you where to go.
Thanks, Reacher.
You're right. This is awful.
[CHUCKLES]
Any flavor other than
chocolate or vanilla's nonsense.
[RICHARD] What about strawberry?
[REACHER] Only in a pinch.
[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]
[VILLANUEVA] Ay, dios mío.
Where the fuck did
they grow that monster?
In a lab.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
[VILLANUEVA] Who's that?
[CAMERA SHUTTER CONTINUES CLICKING]
Hmm
Personal driver.
Everyone stops to watch him.
Smile for the camera, Julius McCabe.
[ELIOT] A dozen? You checked 'em all?
[DUFFY OVER PHONE] Yeah,
but no idea what's in 'em.
Every crate was sealed shut.
We got some good shots
of McCabe, though.
For real?
One sec.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[ELIOT SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANING]
[DOOR OPENS]
[ELIOT] Copy. See you later.
Ah, damn it!
- What? What? What?
- Th this goddamn chair jabbed me again.
[SCOFFS] Deal with it. Jesus.
No, seriously, man. Look,
I-I think I'm bleeding.
- What did you do?
- What you mean, what did I do?
Man, I just tried to stretch my
neck in this fucking torture device
- you got me cuffed to.
- Yeah, I told you already, I'm not moving you.
Well, shit, man. Could
you at least patch me up?
For real. I don't want an infection.
God knows how many loads have
been blown in this shithole.
[SIGHS]
[COOPER] I appreciate it.
- [SIGHS]
- [WINCES] Ah.
Ah, man.
[PANTING]
[SIGHS]
Y-You know, this ain't my
first time in custody, right?
Oh, you don't say.
[CHUCKLES]
Yup.
And cops usually don't give a shit.
They don't care if you're hurt
and bleeding out or
freezing your balls off.
Just saying, appreciate it.
- [SIGHS]
- [WINCES] Ah, man.
[GRUNTS]
Yeah, I feel for you.
Low man on the pole.
Stuck playing babysitter.
[SCOFFS] Shit, I get it.
I'm stuck watching
the Beck kid every day.
[SCOFFS] My gosh.
Not the career choice
either of us imagined, I bet.
- But, shit, at the end of the day
- I know what you're doing.
Trying to connect with
me on a personal level
because you want something,
so just spit it out.
[CHUCKLES]
Guilty as charged.
[WINCES] Oh, man.
Okay, look, look, I
I just want a smoke, man.
Come on, it's just right over there.
[CLICKS TONGUE] Against regs. No dice.
- Come on, man.
- Look at that. Good as new.
[TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
- [SIGHS]
- [SIGHS]
- [TV TURNS ON]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER TV]
♪
[COOPER SCOFFS]
No bridge troll.
Only something important
could keep him away
from protecting McCabe's
most important asset.
I'm fine with anything
that keeps him away from me.
Hey. How was town?
Um, fine.
Pop the trunk.
Taking a vacation?
An email came in from Angel.
The dealers who went after Richie
are holed up in a house in Hartford.
So, three of us are gonna go
take care of them, right now.
[SUSPENSEFUL, DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]
Get in.
I got to take a leak.
You got two minutes.
[EXCITING MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
Hey. What the hell's that?
Wipe your damn feet when
you come into my kitchen.
That's fucking better.
[ENERGETIC MUSIC PLAYING]
Took you long enough.
Tonight's your chance to prove
you've earned your keep, Reacher.
What keep? You haven't paid me yet.
What'd I promise you, five grand?
Perform tonight, I'll make it ten.
Sounds good.
[ENGINE STARTS]
♪
[SUSPENSION SQUEAKS]
Is this road even paved?
It's a dump in the
woods. What'd you expect?
We're almost there.
These guys you're taking
out, they're pill-pushers.
They sell party drugs made in a lab.
You ever deal with those
types before, Reacher?
Not that I'm aware of.
You'd know if you had.
They're all the same.
Whatever's in fashion
affects everything they do.
From their business to their sneakers.
One minute, it's nothing but Nike.
Next week, you wouldn't be caught
dead in anything but Adidas.
Why is that?
I don't wear sneakers.
There's no fucking reason,
other than they get bored fast
and they got money to burn.
You know? Change for change's sake.
Even their weapons, they
were always MP5K guys.
Now, according to you,
they've moved on to Uzis.
There's no fucking loyalty,
to anyone or anything.
These fucking savages,
come after my son.
[SHARP EXHALE]
Speaking of which, I got a
call from Earl Mattingly today.
Owns the ice cream shop in town?
Anything you want to say?
Yeah. His ice cream sucks.
About the fight you got into.
I heard you broke some bones.
They earned every one of 'em.
That's what Earl said.
Apparently they were
messing with Richie.
Like I said, they
deserved what they got.
You ask me, Richie could've
used the ass beating.
Somebody needs to toughen him up.
Kid's a pussy.
No one did ask you.
[QUIET, TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
Turn the lights off.
♪
It'll be up there, quarter
mile through the trees.
I want every last one of them dead.
Unload your clips in
their fucking faces.
[GUN CLICKS]
Send a message. No
one fucks with my son.
No one fucks with McCabe's business.
Let's go, asshole.
[INSECTS TRILLING]
[TENSE MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
Looks like no one's home. Great.
Could've known we were coming,
and they're lying in wait.
Well, if they're in there,
where's their fucking car?
Hidden.
They'll want to make it
look like no one's here.
If I tried to kidnap Beck's kid,
this is exactly the kind of
place I'd wait out the heat.
Well, I'll be some kind of asshole
before I walk into an ambush.
Well, I'm gonna do my job.
You want to tell your boss
you're too scared, be my guest.
But I'm gonna get my ten grand.
There's six of 'em in the living
room, drugged out of their minds.
Plenty of weapons,
but none within reach.
I'll lead through the
door, you have my six.
Uh, nice try. Once
they get their bearings,
it's always the second guy who gets hit.
I go first, you tail.
[EXCITING MUSIC PLAYING]
Finger off the trigger.
Hand me the rifle with your
left hand by the barrel,
butt down, muzzle up.
- Turn to your left.
- What the hell do you think you're doing?
Getting the drop on
some kind of asshole.
Now tell me where Teresa Daniel is.
You're a fed.
Knew I couldn't trust you.
Tell me where Teresa Daniel is,
I'll let you walk out of here alive.
Oh, Teresa's her real name?
Last chance.
You think you're gonna flip me?
McCabe's a stone-cold
killer. I cross him, I'm dead.
Cross you, you're a cop.
The worst you can do is arrest
me, so I'm not saying shit.
You played your last card, dumbass.
[GUNSHOT ECHOING]
[GUNFIRE]
[GUNSHOTS ECHOING]
[GRUNTS]
[PANTING]
[GAS HISSING]
[GRUNTS]
[WHIRRING]
Fuck.
[PANTING]
We got to go.
Right.
[GRUNTS]
Where's Duke?
Dead.
[TIRES SQUEALING]
There were eight of 'em,
waiting to ambush us.
Last man Hail Mary'd a hand
grenade, just like the one
that blew up Richard's bodyguard.
I was able to find cover. Duke didn't.
Did you get a good look at any of them?
It was too dark.
One of 'em did drop this.
I don't fucking believe
this. This is Angel's gun.
- Well, how do you know?
- It's a H&K P7.
German police weapon from the '70s.
It's rare in this country.
I gave it to him.
I'm confused.
Didn't Angel Doll send us there?
The son of a bitch.
He was in their pocket the entire time.
Then the kidnapping failed.
Then they switched tactics.
So they bought off Angel and
got him to point us right to 'em.
[SIGHS] Here, take it. It's yours now.
Was it just him, or do I
have other rats in the nest?
You know, come to think of it,
two of 'em did seem sort of familiar.
Kind of reminded me of the guys we
switched trucks with the other day.
That's why they were MIA this morning.
I think we're fucked.
I think I got ten grand coming my way.
You got more than ten grand.
Something tells me you're
about to be my new number two.
[PRODIGY: "FIRE STARTER"]
♪
I'm the trouble
starter, punkin' instigator ♪
I'm the fear addicted,
the danger illustrated ♪
Hey, hey, hey ♪
I'm a fire starter,
twisted fire starter ♪
Hey, hey, hey ♪
You're a fire starter,
twisted fire starter ♪
Hey, hey, hey ♪
I'm a fire starter,
twisted fire starter ♪
I'm the bitch you
hated, filth infatuated ♪
Yeah ♪
I'm the pain you
tasted, fell intoxicated ♪
Hey, hey, hey ♪
I'm a fire starter,
twisted fire starter ♪
Hey, hey, hey ♪
You're a fire starter,
twisted fire starter ♪
Hey, hey, hey ♪
Hey, hey, hey ♪
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Hey, hey, hey ♪