Reacher

Previously on Reacher...

No one can help me now.

This is Detective Tamara Green.

We got a call some other people

- want to ask you some questions. - What is it the government's

so worried she might have given me?

- What are you looking for? - The flash drive.

Who's your boss?

I'm Lila.

She promised to do all she could to find my father, and she did.

Someone important.

Congressman John Sampson.

You're gonna blackmail him with information

Anna stole for you from the Pentagon.

Jacob. How'd your nephew take the news?

I didn't track him down yet.

Seems your sister may have stolen some confidential data--

Where are you going?

I want to find out all I can about John Sampson.

Okay.

- Let's go. - You're coming?

I'm good at not letting people

get away with things.

Take him.

Oh.

Shoot.

Welcome to the party.

How long was I out?

No idea.

You were here when we woke up a couple hours ago.

They shot me with a tranquilizer dart.

Twice.

How'd they get you?

Hey.

Big Brother's watching.

Probably listening, too.

They already know how you got here.

No harm in telling me.

I got home, soon as I put my gun in my safe.

Someone must have been hiding in my house.

Smelled some chloroform.

Here I am.

I was walking to the bus stop near my house

to meet up with you in New York,

felt a sting in my chest,

looked down and there was a dart.

Next thing I know, I'm looking at

leaves on trees...

Then I wake up here.

I'm the only one who's tied down.

Yeah. Have you seen yourself?

Neither of us got a look at them.

Have any idea who grabbed us?

Maybe the guys who took a run at you yesterday?

CIA.

They told you that?

Didn't need to.

They didn't Mirandize us, cite the Patriot Act

or gin up any charges.

Means they don't have the power to arrest.

But they had no problem drugging, kidnapping

and locking us up in what I can only imagine

is a basement, considering the smell and lack of natural light.

What federal agency best fits that description?

I thought the CIA wasn't supposed to operate on U.S. soil.

This shit's crazy. 'Cause abducting some drifter

is one thing-- no offense-- but snatching up cops?

So what does it all mean?

Means we're fucked.

- What's that? - A stimulant. To clear your head.

It's clear.

I just do what they tell me.

They tell you to get that needle jammed in your eye?

'Cause that's what's gonna happen, you try and stick me with that.

Sounds like he's plenty awake.

Forget the shot, Doc.

How's your neck?

How's your head?

Hear that tranq hangovers can be a bitch.

Good luck trying to get those on me.

Oh, they're going on.

Question is are they going on the easy way or the hard way?

We upped the dose.

So, you want to be a hard-ass

or you want to get this over with, Mr. Reacher?

Just Reacher.

Jack Reacher. No middle name.

Parents couldn't be bothered?

What sort of given name is Jack? Jack's a nickname.

Why don't you tell me your names and we can compare.

Okay.

You're Wynken,

he's Blynken, that's Nod.

From the Dutch lullaby.

You call us that because we put you to sleep?

I call you that because, before I leave this room,

I'm gonna put all of you to sleep.

Our techs combed through the data, and the only thing that's on there

is some student's mediocre sketches.

Why?

Maybe he doesn't apply himself.

Why do you have his jump drive?

- I needed it. - For what?

See, I think you needed it to make a copy of the drive you got

from Anna Merrick before she killed herself on the train.

Where is that thumb drive?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You're the only one that came into contact with her,

and the drive was not on her person.

Do you think we're stupid?

Yes.

Who was the woman in the park?

You know, the one that you let open the drive and look at the contents?

Where is she?

Let me guess.

You spent most of your resources on me 'cause you thought

I'd be the problem and she'd be easy.

Then, after I was drugged, you went back for her but she was gone.

Gave one of your junior officers the slip.

You the one that was supposed to be looking after her, Blynken?

You look like the kind of jackass who would get caught

with his pants down and thumb up his ass.

How about I put my foot up your ass?

Try it.

Not now.

Okay, we get it.

You're a tough guy.

We read your jacket.

But what about your friends out there?

They're not my friends.

I just met 'em today.

You and Officer Merrick were running around with the drive

and we saw you conversing with Detective Green before we detained you.

Now, we can only assume

that they are coconspirators.

We wanted to talk to you first because we thought

you might want to play ball and spare them some pain,

but apparently you don't give a shit what happens to them.

No one knows the three of you are here.

We are treating you like enemy combatants on U.S. soil.

We can do whatever we want.

Now, you...

might be able to take it.

For a while.

But how do you think they'll hold up?

Get him out of here. Bring me the woman.

Okay.

Okay what?

I'll answer your questions.

That's better.

So, why don't we try this again.

Where is the drive that Anna Merrick gave to you on the train?

Told you.

It sounded like an all-out brawl in there but now it's silent.

Shit.

Hello? Hello?

Holy shit.

We thought they were kicking your ass.

Where you going?

Did he just leave us?

- Hold that. - All right.

Phone means what I think it means?

Company'll be here soon.

Maybe it's just a wrong number.

They're calling cell phones now. More than one.

Means more than one guy's coming.

- You get their guns? - There were none. Must be locked up.

They didn't think they needed 'em with you in cuffs.

They were wrong.

Okay. Try that.

Your wallets are on the table in the other room.

Got it.

Jesus.

They'll leave a message.

We're running out of time!

Just a little more.

You're gonna have to squeeze through.

I-I think I'm stuck.

Go. Back down, back down.

Close the door.

Go, go, go!

There's more of 'em?

To the alley.

Get in!

I'm not CIA! My van has cats on it!

Go!

Who are you?

Russell Plum. Freelance journalist.

Hey, look out!

Oh, shit!

I saw 'em bring you in on a gurney yesterday, and you two

were carried in a few hours later. I've been watching that building

- for weeks. - Why?

Figured it was a CIA black site, and I was right.

Saw you trying to escape, I came to help.

What the hell for?

For my story. We are gonna blow the lid off what's going on in there.

What's going on in there?

- Answer the man. - Me? I don't know.

Well, what the fuck was your sister involved in that I got snatched