Reacher

Grew up in the military, worked in the military.

Always told where to go, when to be there.

I wanted to see my country on my own terms.

Motels, cash, fake names, travel light.

Mostly, I take buses or hitchhike. You get used to it.

Command at the 110th Special Investigations Unit

of the Military Police.

It's not just 'cause you need to put things right.

And it's not because you love the little guy.

It's 'cause you hate the big guy.

You hate the smug sons of bitches

who think they can just get away with things.

You just figured that out?

Hundred thousand years ago,

there were people who stayed by the campfire,

and people who wandered.

I'm pretty sure I'm a direct descendant of the wandering type.

It's just who I am.

Whiz wit.

Northbound train now boarding.

Service continues to Ellsworth-Federal,

Spring Garden, City Hall and beyond.

I need to see your hands.

May I sit next to you?

Leave me alone.

I can't do that.

Go away.

There's only a few people on the train.

If you waited till rush hour, your plan would be more effective.

Just... one hand.

Just take out one hand.

I can't.

Yes, you can.

What you have in there is very dangerous.

The less contact you have with it, the better.

Easy.

Don't do anything you can't undo.

Show me one hand.

Please.

Thank you.

Now...

...show me what you have.

I need to see it.

Please.

Go away.

I can't do that.

- Why? - Because I'm involved now.

Whatever you're in, I'm in it now, too.

Just...

take it out of the bag.

That's better than the bomb I thought you had.

You don't have a problem with me.

You don't even know me.

It's over.

It's all over.

What is?

Just talk to me.

I can help you.

I'm a cop.

You're a cop?

No one can help me now.

Oh, shit, man!

Mr. Reacher, Detective Shaun Docherty.

This is my partner Detective Tamara Green.

We have a few questions for you.

Shouldn't take too long if you're honest and cooperative.

Easy enough, right?

Right? So...

Okay, you, uh,

you had a passport on you, but no driver's license.

No answer for that?

It wasn't a question.

Where do you currently live?

What's the address of this building?

- Why? - It's where I'm currently living.

Where's your home, asshole?

Don't have one.

So you're homeless.

Now I see why you're a detective.

Motherfucker!

You think I haven't dealt with wiseasses before?

Okay, okay. Let's try this.

Where were you before the subway, Reacher?

The Uptown on Frankfort.

Listening to music.

Then you went straight to the subway.

No. Then, I got a cheesesteak.

You ate a cheesesteak at 2:00 a.m.?

- I'm in Philly. - Why?

'Cause they taste good.

Why-- Jesus tap-dancing Christ.

Why are you in Philadelphia? 'Cause you don't sound like

- you're from here. - Phillies have a kid

who consistently throws over 100.

Wanted to see him play before he blows his arm out.

Oh, but instead, you blow a woman's brains out.

I didn't kill her. I don't even know her.

The only reason I approached her is 'cause she had several

of the behavioral indicators of a suicide bomber.

Like what?

You don't know them?

Since 9/11, every city cop in America knows them.

How do you know them? Were they trivia questions

on the back of a creatine box?

I was an MP.

And I saw a nervous woman, sweating,

fidgeting, mumbling, possibly praying, looking straight ahead.

So you don't have to see the people you're about to kill.

Wearing a heavy coat for the time of year to hide explosives.

Had a large bag. She was checking all the boxes.

Including the one where she kills nobody except herself.

You know what I think?

Stupid things?

I think you had something to do with it.

There were witnesses on the train. Ask them.

- They saw what happened. - We did. They didn't.

Some of them were asleep, others weren't looking.

Four witnesses and no one saw anything?

- Three. - There were four.

A small Hispanic woman in her 40s, Black man in his 30s,

both tired, both coming off a night shift.

Balkan immigrant, mid-20s.

How the hell do you know he was a Balkan immigrant?

Coloring, height.

People from that region are taller on average.

He was putting ketchup on his pizza, which originated in Albania,

and he was wearing a Colorado State shirt that was spelled with all "O's."

Irregular shirts are given to charities, and he was wearing whatever

hand-out fit. So, Balkan.

Immigrant.

Okay, Sherlock Has-No-Holmes, that's three. You said four.

Caucasian male. Mid-50s.

Far end of the car. Tan pants. Golf shirt.

There was no one there like that.

Then he took off in the confusion.

Guns, dead bodies, lots of reasons to run.

Maybe he told his wife he was away on business,

but he was taking the train to see his girlfriend.

I don't know. Who gives a shit? But he was there.

Did you kill Anna Merrick? Was that your gun?

What is this, good cop, dumb cop?

She was killed with a .357 Magnum.

I don't have a drop of blood on me and I'd have gun residue up to my wrist.

But when I got here, you followed me into the bathroom

and let me wash my hands.

You wouldn't have done that if you thought I shot this woman.

You would have fingerprinted and mirandized me.

You're stalling.

You're right. We're holding onto you because we got a call

some other people want to ask you some questions.

Feds from D.C.

How do you know that?

If it was FBI, they'd be questioning me already

'cause they have a branch office here downtown.

It's got to be folks up from D.C.

CIA, DEA, DOD, anyone else from the alphabet gang.

Turns out our suicide worked for the federal government.

Somehow, that makes this all a bit more complicated,

so I'm asking you nicely, if you could stay a while longer

until they get here and things are cleared up.

I'll stay because the Feds might know something

about why she killed herself, and I want to know.

You said you didn't know the victim.

Why do you care?

'Cause she was desperate and needed help...

and I didn't help her.

Okay. So we wait a while.

As for all this, you were a cop.

You know we had to poke around,

even though we know you had nothing to do with what happened.

Well, yeah, maybe not directly, but...

That lady wasn't doing anything until you ran up on her,

got her all worked up enough to off herself.

Seen a few mass-transit suicides.

People jump in front of trains.

Not one has popped their top on one of 'em.

Sometimes people on the edge get pushed over that edge.

Maybe you were the pusher.

And you'll stay here because I'm telling you to stay.

You really think you can make me do anything?

Onions, peppers,

- extra cheese. - For what?

My cheesesteak.

It's gonna be a while.

It's almost 5:00 a.m.

I'm in Philly.

It's not a bad breakfast.

Told ya.

What the hell is that?

That's Gritty.

Flyers mascot?

- Not a hockey guy. - Missing out.

Perfect blend of speed, skill and physicality.

Two guys got beef, they battle it out.

No politics, no bullshit.

Well...

some bullshit.

Don't be shitty to my Gritty.

So who'd you piss off?

- What do you mean? - Well, you're smart.