Jack Reacher: Never Go Back

Pardon me.

Excuse me. Step aside.

Jesus Christ!

Lee's Diner. About 4 downs. I need two ambulances.

What the hell happened here? Somebody ran them over?

No man, it was a fight.

One guy took them all out in like seconds.

He's still in there.

That's him.

Turn around mister. Let me see your hands.

Slowly.

Military ID.

Expired.

38 bucks.

And a toothbrush.

But no home address.

In another word, homeless.

Aggravated assault is a second degree felony in this state, mister...

Reacher. First name Jack. No middle name.

You'll get locked in ten to twenty years once

those boys you beat up there fit to testify.

Process him. Get him to county.

Two things are gonna happen in the next 90 seconds.

Excuse me?

First, that phone over there is gonna ring.

And second.

You're gonna be wearing this cuffs, on your way to prison.

That is one magnificent prophecy, Mr. Reacher.

That'll be a Major Turner...

of the 110th C.I.D military police in Alexandria, Virginia.

You and those boys out there made a mistake...

operating on land owned by the U.S Army.

What are you talking about?

Kidnapping illegals.

Selling them.

MP's are on their way now.

If it up to me, I'd just kill you.

She's gonna keep on ringing.

Sheriff Raymond Wood.

Who the hell are you?

The guy you didn't count on.

Thank you.

United States Army. 110, Sergeant Leach.

Major Turner, please.

One moment, please.

This is Turner.

Major S.Turner?

This is she. Who am I speaking to?

It's Jack Reacher.

No kidding? Well, it's nice to finally speak.

Thanks for tipping us off to that sheriff.

Anyway...

I wanted to thank you for helping me out of a tight spot.

Oh, isn't that what army folks do for each other, major?

Ex-major.

Once a major, always a major.

Where are you calling from?

Outside independence, I think.

You're not sure?

Does it really matter? I moved around a lot.

- So I've heard. - What else do you heard?

Oh come on. You're a legend around here.

Some folks still wonder why you left.

Let's just say I woke up one morning in a uniform that didn't fit.

United States Army.110, Sergeant Leach.

Jack Reacher for Major Turner.

Hold on, major.

Reacher.

How's my office?

I'm sitting here now.

There is this big dent on the desk.

Some people say you made it with someone's head.

Is that true?

Not my finest work.

You're not in trouble again, aren't you?

I heard you have a way of finding it.

Or looking for it.

Yeah, I was thinking, maybe I owe you dinner for what you did.

Oh, dinner. Well it took you a while to come back to conclusion.

When you're coming to D.C?

I'll get there eventually.

Well, then I won't hold my breath.

You're not saying anything.

I'm deciding whether I'd like you in person.

- Which way you leaning? - On the fence.

Not sure if you could handle me.

I'm not worried.

Worry. Just a little.

Take care of yourself, Reacher.

Jack Reacher for Major Turner.

Major Reacher. Sergeant Leach. We spoke on the phone.

Welcome back.

Just Reacher.

I'm a civilian now.

Yes sir. I'll take you up.

I'm sorry, I was...

looking... come in major.

Sam Morgan. Please come in.

Come in.

Have a seat.

Heard a lot about you.

Just stopping by to see Major Turner.

Oh? Well that's a problem.

Major Turner has been relieved for commit.

I spoke with her a few days ago.

She's been arrested.

Court martial's pending.

On what charge?

Espionage.

I'm resuming her duties until replace's been assigned.

Something I can help you with?

No. It's a personal visit.

You know each other from back when you were C/O here?

Nope. Never met.

Sorry to give you the bad news, major.

Ex-major.

Sir, I wanted to warn you.

- But? - Ordered not to. Colonel Morgan directly.

Maybe you should warn me now.

Speak freely, sergeant.

Major Turner is an excellent officer, sir.

Has she been assigned to attorney yet?

Ordered not to give up any information about that, sir.

Understood.

Always follow orders, sergeant.

Just curious, who's your DI in boot-camp?

Sergeant Green, sir.

Let's say if Sergeant Green were having legal troubles...

would you be able to recommend an attorney? For him?

Oh. Yes, definitely.

I would recommend Colonel Moor-croft over at Fort Dyer...

where the high security prisoners are confined, sir.

Colonel?

You're the assigned council for Major Susan Turner?

I'm Jack Reacher. Former Commander of the 110th.

I was wondering when you were gonna show up.

Major Turner requested under no circumstances...

that you'd be granted visitation.

- Oh, I wish she said that. - Ever she read your file?

"Anti-authority, anti-social"

Anti-lawyer.

Deadbeat dad?

Excuse me?

It says here you never paid child support.

I'm not a father.

A woman named Candace Dutton begs to differ.

She contacted the army, seeking compensation.

For her daughter, Samantha Dutton. She's 15 now.

- It's a mistake. - They usually are.

The mother's got two prior's. Prostitution, possession.

The kid's been in a foster care for a whole life.

- Any feelings about that? - About foster care? Life sucks.

I meant the kid.

I don't have a kid. I never heard of Candace Dutton.

I'm here about Major Turner.

What evidence do they have?

A hard drive, contained a classified

information found in Major Turner residence.

They inferred that she's selling secrets.

And that's it?

What do you want? A picture of her wearing a burka having drinks with the Taliban?

What did she tell you?

Can't talk to her until tomorrow.

Public safety exception.

And you accepted that?

Where'd you get your law degree?

It's possible you were once a good lawyer, colonel.

But what I see...

is a tired old man who'd do anything not to endanger his pension.

Let me know when you remembered what that uniform stands for.

Thank you.

How long are we supposed to do this? I'm getting hungry.

Just be patient.

- What'd you think he's eating? - Shut up.

- New gun? - Yep.

Nice. It makes your hands looks big.

What, you like big hands?

I'll put one of this in your face in any minute...

- Hey, hey. Where did he go? - I don't know, maybe he went to piss.

You supposed to be watching him.

What do you think, I have an eyes at the back of my head?

How's it going?

Don't.

Show me.

Throw it at the back.

I don't like being followed.

I don't like being followed.

On the sidewalk before.

And in the market.

You little thief.

- You're a cop? - I look like a cop?

Narc, maybe.

You know I'm a Narcs.

It's the haircut.

Thanks. I did it myself.

So, you looking for something weird.

See ya.

Are you Candice Dutton's daughter?

- What'd she do this time? - Nothing.

I'm an old friend.