Reacher

Previously on 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.

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.

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.

What's the holdup?

Angel talks too much.

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.

Get out. You're off the clock.

- What about you? - I got shit to do.

Now kindly fuck off.

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.

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.

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 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.

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. - 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?

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?

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.

- 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.

Fuck me.

I said to leave a car.

You don't need to be here.

If you're going to Bizarre Bazaar,

I'm coming to look for Teresa.

Suit yourself.

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.

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.