Reacher

Previously on Reacher...

110th Special Investigators.

I need your help, Powell.

Run a license plate for me.

-McCabe's the one who cut off your ear? -Yeah.

This was found in the maid's room.

She was giving out details about our business.

McCabe's gonna blame me for this.

-I hired her. -Let me talk to her.

If you want to talk to Frenchie,

you're gonna need a Ouija board.

Beck and I have been summoned to Bizarre Bazaar.

You're gonna see Quinn.

He got past me in Portland and Virginia.

I get near him, it's not happening again.

What, so you kill him and try to shoot your way out?

He could recognize me and I might not have a choice.

And he might have no idea who the fuck you are.

He had amnesia, remember?

You kill Quinn, then you're killing Teresa, too,

'cause for all we know, Quinn's the only person who knows where she is.

At least keep the phone on in your pocket.

- You think we're gonna walk in and out today? - I don't know.

You ready to meet the boss?

I've been waiting for this moment for some time now.

Great. The fuck-up's here.

What kind of idiot hires an ATF agent to fucking clean his house?

I mean, just saying it out loud,

nobody could be that stupid.

Except you.

Right, Beck?

That's Quinn.

If he recognizes Reacher, he's dead.

It's not a rhetorical question.

I want an answer.

Yes.

Yes?

Spell it out for me.

Yes.

No one could be that stupid except me.

I sincerely apologize

that I hired the ATF agent,

but the situation has been contained, sir.

By my guys.

You were sitting there with your thumb up your ass

while she gathered evidence to put you in prison for the rest of your life.

And I know you, Beck.

You're weak.

You go down, you take me with you.

What I should do is put a bullet in your head,

drop you in the ocean and be done with you.

But this is your lucky day.

Buyers know you, expect to be dealing with you.

And I can't risk another disruption.

Hang on.

Who's this guy?

That's a dress.

It's got to be for Teresa.

She's still alive.

Avrielene.

Avrielene.

Only smart thing you've done in weeks is hire this guy.

He was the one that took out of Angel Doll

and got my laptop back from the feds.

What's your name again?

Reacher.

Retrograde amnesia wasn't bullshit.

Quinn doesn't remember him.

Julius McCabe.

You like that dress, you should see what I'm putting in it.

I'd like to.

Yeah. Well, she's not here.

Goddamn it.

Wouldn't think a man as busy as you would have time for a relationship.

Relationship?

Some secretary this moron hired.

She overheard something she shouldn't have.

Bitch would've been fish food, but she's a redhead.

The client has a thing for redheads.

So I figured throwing in an exotic treat

when we close the deal should smooth things over.

Jesus. They're gonna make Teresa a deal sweetener.

What the hell is this?

Okay.

They're here.

Reacher,

Paulie.

Stand behind me and look scary.

Rest of you assholes come, too.

But nobody pull a gun unless you see me do it first.

Okay.

Let's go.

Okay, we made our point.

Mr. Taktarov.

Fine.

You should know that's only interest in the bag, no principal.

That was not our agreement.

I am aware and I apologize.

The sale was delayed.

All I ask is a couple more days.

You know, my people,

we have a saying.

"Give a man a fingernail,

he'll take the forearm."

Close enough.

There won't be any more delays.

You'll get your money, don't worry.

Mr. McCabe,

I am not the one who needs to worry.

Sasha.

Get him out of my sight.

I can't afford any more surprises like the maid.

Reach out to my guy down in Arlington.

Anyone who's been checking into my operation, I need to know about.

Tell him to make sure to look under all the rocks, you understand?

Yes, sir.

What was that about?

When McCabe moved his operation back to the East Coast,

he needed seed capital.

He couldn't go to a bank.

So he went to the Russian mob.

And they were more than happy to help him get things set up.

"Get things set up."

Is that a euphemism for kidnapping Richard and taking over your business?

A lot of people cut corners in international shipping.

Pretty bad luck he singled you out.

Are you getting at something?

Just the fact that after all your kid's been through,

maybe he deserves to know the truth.

You weren't just some white collar guy greasing the wheels of commerce.

You were a gunrunner,

who was absorbed against his will by a more vicious and brutal gunrunner.

It was a hostile takeover and you lost.

Richard got hurt in the process and you've done nothing but lie to him about it.

What would you have done?

Not been a gunrunner.

Yeah, well, good for you.

-Why did McCabe need to move east? -No idea.

I just get his product where it needs to go and Richard and I stay alive.

And McCabe, how long does he stay alive if he doesn't get the Russians their money?

Not long.

These guys are no joke.

And if he made a move on Taktarov

and the outfit back in Saint Petersburg finds out about it,

they would replace him in one day.

You cut off the head, and two more grow in its place.

That's why he hasn't gone to ground

even though he knows the ATF is looking into his operation.

His life depends on making this sale.

How did he get behind in his payments?

He's got everything tied up in this massive sale that's going down.

But bad weather on the Red Sea's delayed shipments.

Buyers nearly pulled out.

McCabe's barely holding the deal together.

And it's making him nervous.

And when he gets nervous, bad things happen to people like you and me.

Well, maybe just you.

He seems to like me.

We got to follow him.

We couldn't tail these guys to find Beck's house

before they were on alert.

We are shit out of luck, Duff.

This was a bust.

Maybe not.

We need to speak to the owner.

Already are.

We're here about one of your dresses.

A green one, probably went out this morning.

Oh, yeah, the redhead.

You've seen her?

No, but I got her measurements.

Guy said his boss wanted to buy something sexy for his girlfriend.

A surprise, so she couldn't come in to be fitted.

He wanted it to go well with a redhead,

so I said, "It's got to be green."

-Why? -You ever see The Swinger?

Ann-Margret dancing around in that green sweater?

Ooh.

Made an impression on a kid.

We need the buyer's name.

No. I don't have that.

He paid in cash.

But...

he left a number to call when I was done.

Would you like it?

Probably a burner.

It's all we've got, so we work the clues we have.

Now you're starting to talk like him.

Jumping won't solve anything.

Yeah. I'd be just one more body

my dad put in the ocean.

Not making excuses for your father,

but if anyone's polluting the Atlantic, it's McCabe.

Yeah, I guess.

What do you say we head into town and get some epoxy to fix that toy gun?

Your dad's party's on Saturday.

Can't show up without a present.

You already bought it.

Might as well give it to him.