Reacher

Previously on Reacher...

Lieutenant Colonel Francis Xavier Quinn.

You want to find him?

- Yeah. - So maybe we can help each other out.

You're gonna get in with Beck by saving his son

-from getting kidnapped again. - Undercover informant?

The last one you had went missing.

So what can I do for you?

After the fake grenade blasts and a gunfight,

-Richard won't come with me easily. - So what do we do?

We take the option of going to the police completely off the table.

- -You shot a cop!

-My dad's rich. He can help you. -Mr. Reacher.

I'm Zachary Beck. I need to see if you can follow orders.

I'm in.

-How's the bodyguard? -He's not saying shit.

Well, I might have a lead on the girl.

Could've been taken into the carriage house where there's a hidden cellar.

- Is Teresa there? -No.

But she was.

I knew Teresa was there.

Do you see anything else?

Half-eaten plate of food.

Same one I saw Beck's head of security take out of the house a few hours ago.

-So Teresa was moved tonight. -We just missed her.

-She could be somewhere in the house. -No.

With my arrival and Richard being home now,

there's too much activity on the grounds.

Too many uncertainties.

They took her off the property.

Security cameras?

From what I saw at the gatehouse,

eight cameras facing the only road in or out.

Can you get a look at the footage?

The film wouldn't show anything.

Whoever took Teresa would have her in the trunk.

No way to know what car she left in or where they took her

once she was out of sight of the cameras.

They could be taking her somewhere to kill her.

There's no blood in here.

No sign of any struggle.

There is a cot, a blanket, a space heater.

-They fed her. - Thank God.

It's not good news.

If the people who have her are involved with a guy like Quinn,

they're not keeping her alive and healthy for a good reason.

-Fuck. -We'll find her again.

I got to get back to my room before the rest of the house wakes up.

Okay.

What took you so long?

Oh, shit, man. I-I can't sleep in this thing.

It's fucking uncomfortable.

-You see me snoring? -Oh. Come on, man.

I got to some sleep at some point.

You got the score of the Sox game?

Orioles: five, Red Sox: three.

Goddamn it.

Hey, what's up, boss?

What's Beck doing with Teresa?

-Oh, fuck. - Hey!

-You don't want to do this. -Back off! Why are they keeping her?

-I don't know anything about any Teresa. - Bullshit.

I know she was there.

I told you, I'm just a bodyguard.

I ran your jacket, John Cooper.

-Fuck. Whatever. -A year for domestic abuse.

Four years, aggravated assault.

Not someone I'd hire to babysit.

Fuck you.

-Fuck. -What the hell?

-Come on! -

- Go cool down! -They have Teresa!

-Go cool down. -They're keeping her prisoner.

I said step outside and cool down, kid.

Now.

Yeah.

Fuck, man.

Twelve bucks of coffee, wasted.

How about you keep a leash on that bitch?

Call her that again, and I'll leave her alone with you for an hour.

Thought so.

If that piece of shit knows anything...

That piece of shit is being illegally detained.

-No, we can claim that we have... -We can claim my ass is a ham steak,

but at the end of day, it's just full of shit.

Look, if we can't pin any of Beck's dirt on him,

which is a distinct possibility, eventually, we got to set him free,

and there's gonna be nothing to stop him from singing about all this.

Eh, he won't talk, he's a fucking skell.

He'll just be happy to be gone.

Maybe. But if you keep beating his ass, he might carry a beef.

Then who knows what he does.

So keep it cool, Susie Q.

Seriously, Duffy. This-this is already fucked enough.

I don't want to hear shit from you, Magellan.

Look, Villy, walk away.

I don't want you going down with us.

Not on a favor I pulled you in on.

Not on something you had nothing to do with.

Ain't bailing on you now, Irish.

Just keep the RPMs down.

Copy that.

You, get inside and watch the perp.

Do something useful.

Magellan, huh?

'Cause he couldn't read the map?

Sometimes I call him "Ponce de Moron."

Don't go too hard on him.

He's still part of your team.

Some team.

A rookie, an old fart and a gigantic vagrant we barely know.

And who are you in all of this?

The idiot who put it all together.

- What do you mean you're not sure if it's there? - Well, I-I wasn't there.

-Can your guy help me? -The big guy inside?

Yeah, can he come with me? He was at the kidnapping.

Come on, I'll get him.

I just want to make sure, you know?

Anything else you want to tell me?

Wait here.

Can I go down to the kitchen and grab a drink?

I don't give a shit.

Flattered, but no, thanks.

Get dressed. There's a job for you.

At 3:47?

We found the pickup the kidnappers used.

Cops took it to some state evidence lot 90 miles south of here.

There's a guy downstairs. Angel Doll.

He'll take you to I.D. the truck so we figure out who tried to kidnap Richard.

Give me five minutes to get dressed.

You got two.

- Reacher? -I've got my first job.

One of Beck's guys is taking me to I.D. the Toyota pickup.

We made sure all the vehicles involved were sent to a state police impound lot.

What the hell's their plan for getting in?

Don't know. I doubt they're gonna just ask nicely.

Look, I know you said the vehicles

-won't come back to us, but... -They won't.

They're all confiscated as government contraband.

If they run any plates, nothing points back to you.

Did you say all the vehicles went to the same lot?

-Yeah. Why? -The bodyguard's Audi will be there, too.

Beck thinks a real grenade went off inside.

The interior should be covered with blood and brain matter.

They see a pristine car, the whole kidnapping story falls apart.

Fuck. Okay.

I'm gonna head out there and get the Audi off the lot before you show up,

but you got to buy me time.

I'll do what I can, but you better move your ass.

We're leaving now.

So, you were a cop in the Army, huh?

Beck had me run your prints.

What kind of connections you have that you can get your prints processed that fast?

Shit, man.

I got more hookups than Central Maine Power Company.

I was in the Army too, you know?

Until I got thrown out for some bullshit.

But fuck them, right?

I make more money now than I ever would have being a grunt.

Duke called you "Angel Doll."

Is that really your name?

Ángel Dole.

That other shit is just a nickname,

'cause my grandma used to call me her "angel doll"

after I won the Most Beautiful Baby contest at the county fair.

It stuck, you know?

You won?

Fuck you, man.

I thought Duke was gonna stick me with that pendejo Paulie.

Always got to play alpha bitch.

But this is my shit today, man.

Once we get back, I'm gonna call my ex's Aunt Ginny...

she works at the DMV... she'll run the plates for me.

Why would your ex's aunt help you?

She still loves the shit out of me because we always watched the Wheel together.

Told you, bro.

More hookups than the power company.

Finding out who went after that kid,

this is the kind of shit that gets you bumped up, too.

Even Duke used to do grunt work at the warehouse.

Look at him now, he's number two,

living in that big mansion.

So, Beck promotes from within?

Who gives a fuck what Zachary Beck thinks?

Who exactly do we work for?

Got a lot to learn, big fella.

Got a lot to learn.

You in charge?

Uh, only one here, so I better be.