Reacher

Previously on Reacher...

You saw Quinn in Beck's car.

- What are we looking for? - An Asian-American man

in his 40s, brought in with injuries consistent with a small-caliber

gunshot wound to the head, a high fall and drowning.

We found your guy.

He tell the medical staff what happened to him? - Claimed he didn't remember.

You need to find Quinn. While you're doing that,

you can help me find Teresa.

I worked with a kid like Teresa once.

Sergeant First Class Dominique Kohl.

What did Quinn to do her?

McCabe's the one who kidnapped you? Cut off your ear?

Yeah.

Who's that?

Smile for the camera, Julius McCabe.

- How's the bodyguard? - He's in the adjoining room.

He's not saying shit.

Susan Duffy, meet Angel Doll.

Thanks for the hand, Angel Doll.

Tonight's your chance to prove you've earned your keep, Reacher.

Now tell me where Teresa Daniel is.

McCabe's a stone-cold killer. I cross him, I'm dead.

- Where's Duke? - Dead.

This is Angel's gun. He was in their pocket the entire time.

You're about to be my new number two.

Angel Doll was the one who set us up.

Guy was as crooked as a fucking fishhook.

Yeah. Yeah.

No.

The new guy I hired took care of him.

They killed Duke, though.

It's not my fault.

Angel Doll was your guy. You hired him.

He was an ambitious motherfucker, it got him killed!

Not to mention, he helped them go after my fucking son.

Son of a bitch.

Who was that?

Julius McCabe.

Guy that I work for.

And you work for him, too, now.

He just made you my new lieutenant.

Biotoxins,

dirty nukes, killer fucking robot dogs with lasers shooting out of their eyes...

there could be anything in these crates.

Probably the laser dogs.

How much time you got?

I told Beck I was going to pick up food.

Between ordering, waiting, round trip, I'd say an hour.

How'd it go in Hartford?

According to plan. Had to burn down the DEA's safe house.

How do I explain that to my bosses?

- That's your problem. - Hey, big fella,

you don't get to do whatever the hell you want

- without considering the consequences. - I did consider.

Figured you'd have to deal with some bureaucratic horseshit

when they found out about the safe house.

But like I said, that's your problem.

You're pretty smart, you'll handle it.

But I had to replace Duke as number two.

So the safe house was collateral damage.

What happened to Duke?

Same thing as the safe house. Gone.

The fuck, man?

Beck confirmed McCabe is running this whole thing.

Okay, I have a picture of him from when we staked out the shipment.

You were right, it's huge.

It's all locked up in the warehouse now, and the place is guarded like a fortress.

But this guy, here,

looks monied and in charge.

That's got to be Julius McCabe, right?

I knew him as Xavier Quinn.

The guy you thought was dead?

The guy I thought I killed.

- Thanks anyway. - Let me guess.

Julius McCabe's a dead end?

- Yup. - Quinn wouldn't use an alias just to have it lead back to him.

He's too smart.

So this isn't just some guy you have beef with, is it?

Quinn's someone you wanted dead.

Still want dead. Why?

Hey, you might be bigger than me, but you are not more important than me,

not on my case.

I was fighting right alongside you in that warehouse,

and I got a kid's life on a hook because I put her there.

So open your goddamn mouth and tell me what you've been keeping to yourself,

because I have a right to know exactly who we're dealing with.

It started with a file that landed on my desk years ago.

- You all read up on the Gorowski case? - Finished ten minutes ago.

Huh. This thing looks like the real deal.

I think you'll need some help keeping your head above water.

What's this?

Assignment order and personnel file.

You will soon have the assistance

of E7 Sergeant First Class Dominique Kohl.

- I don't babysit. - You won't need to.

Sergeant Kohl is a doer.

She's gonna help you focus on the important cases, like Gorowski.

You've got more workload than you can handle right now.

You're overloaded with all this ticky-tack nonsense stuff.

Maybe the army should set you up with a few MPs.

That way you can just work on the big stuff.

Like what?

A team of special investigators?

She's impressive.

What'd you think? I was gonna send you some soup sandwich?

When does she get here?

Now.

Sir. Sergeant First Class Kohl reports as ordered.

At ease, Sergeant. Come in.

So...

...you're my new helper?

Yes, sir.

Cut the sirs. I prefer Reacher.

- Understood, Reacher. - If you're gonna be here,

my focus right now is on one particular case

and it could use an extra set of eyes.

May I ask what kind of case?

Espionage.

Top secret weapons-design blueprints being sold

by a weapons specialist named Gorowski.

Something wrong?

No, Reacher.

- Speak your mind, Sergeant. - Nothing important.

But I'm realizing now that you've just learned

that I'd been assigned to you in the past five minutes.

Why do you say that?

When I learned I'd be working under you, I asked around.

You have a reputation of being demanding,

yet respectful to those that you work with.

So if you'd known I was coming,

there would be a second chair in here, but...

there is none.

I don't like people hanging out at my office,

so I got rid of the extra chair.

But I found out about you three minutes ago.

I assume by your tone you don't like surprises.

I don't like surprises, either.

But I promise you won't regret bringing me on.

I love my work, and I work very hard.

Good to know.

Take a look at this and tell me what you think while I get us coffee.

No cream, no sugar, please.

I have a theory about the case. Can you surmise what it is?

Coercion.

Why?

Specialist Gorowski has no criminal record.

Perpetrators usually don't commit their first crime in their 40s,

and not after they join the military.

His civilian life is clean.

His military life is decorated. He's made a good salary.

No debt to speak of.

Has a family.

You don't wait until you have stuff to lose

and then decide to engage in risky behavior.

There's a reason that over 70% of all crime is

committed by people under 40.

They don't have anything yet.

He just doesn't fit the profile.

Mike.

Bring in a chair for Sergeant Kohl.

Let's get to work.

So she wasn't a "soup sandwich."

Sharp as a tack.

She figured out Gorowski was making dead drops at a local park,

so I sat in with her on a stakeout.

A little trite, isn't it?

Spy making a drop in a park.

There's a reason Hollywood copies some things. They work.

It's happening.

Now we wait.

We wait.

What happened there?

On your hand.

Cut from a broadhead.

My dad and I used to go hunting.

For elks.

Where?

Downtown Minneapolis.

Wiseass.

Anywhere that there were elk.

Montana, Arizona, even Pennsylvania.

He would take me everywhere.

From where?

Elkhart, Indiana.

You would leave a place called Elkhart

to go hunt elk?

I know.

So stupid.

- Were you any good? - Real good.

But couldn't touch Maxwell Kohl.

He could pick pine cones off trees.

Slice bark from 40 yards, hit an elk from 80.

We made a good team.

You're using the past tense.

No more hunting?

No more Dad.

Died five years ago.

But I still hunt.

And he still comes with me.