Reacher

- Previously on Reacher... - The colonel's promotion's going through.

There's no way a drug operation

that happened right under his nose

is gonna be publicized in a huge bust.

Operation Kite Runner will be shut town.

Mr. Reacher. Malcolm Lavoy.

The people who want this weaponry

can never be allowed to have it.

If they knew you were involved in the shady dealings

that created Little Wing in the first place,

you'd be indicted.

I'm prepared to give you whatever you need.

Why'd you send us to get killed in an ambush?

Our head of security told me to give you that address.

- Not Tony Swan? - No.

He's the one trying to stop all this.

Langston is vicious.

If I didn't cooperate...

things that he said he would have

done to my daughter.

I want you to run down that way.

It's not always fair, kid.

Hold on, Russo.

- The girl. - She's okay.

All right, we need to get you two

out of town to somewhere safe.

I take it Chad's house was the one place

you thought you wouldn't be found?

Yeah.

Everyone I trust with my life or anyone else's

is already involved in this thing.

Even Finlay up in Boston.

What about Roscoe? You trust her.

Who's Roscoe?

She's a friend back in Margrave.

Senator Lavoy knew what happened down there.

If he was able to find out, Langston could have, too,

and potentially track Marlo and Jane to Georgia.

Neagley, Dixon, was there ever a time in your life

when you had very little attachment to a place?

Digitally, via paper trail,

even emotionally?

It'd have to be after the military,

'cause the Army knew every time we scratched our asses.

A few months after I was discharged,

I went to Buffalo.

Worked in-house at this debt collection agency.

Only lasted six months before I quit.

It was a dirty business.

Did you rent while you were there?

Yeah. Private residence, apartment over a garage.

Good. No property records. Landline?

Just my cell phone. Non-local area code.

- Utilities? - Nope. Included in the rent.

Well, that's pretty much perfect.

Anyone there you trust?

My landlord, Bob Lee. Retired firefighter.

Old-school Irishman. Lives for his grandkids.

Like that he was a firefighter.

They have a sense of duty and honor.

I slipped on ice in the driveway once,

knocked myself out cold.

Mr. Lee found me, picked me up,

drove me through a blizzard to Kenmore Mercy.

Guy was 70 at the time.

I don't just trust him with my life.

He may have actually saved it once.

You think he'd do you a favor?

I send him homemade soda bread on St. Patrick's Day

and he calls me every year on my birthday, so yeah,

- I think he'd do me a favor. - Buffalo it is.

Great, I'll give him a call.

It won't be forever.

We just need to kill a few more people.

Who wants treats?

There was a shitload of options at the vending machine,

so I kind of got a sampler's pack there.

What?

Um, can we have candy

or do we need to talk about murder some more?

That's the only Clark Bar.

So, what's the plan?

O'Donnell and Dixon'll make sure Marlo and Jane

get off safely.

Neagley and I have business with Lieutenant Marsh.

Russo's boss?

Russo confronts him about being dirty

and dies within hours?

I'd say we have a lot to talk about.

Car's in the driveway.

Decent chance he's home.

I want eyes out here in case any of Marsh's pals show up.

Copy that.

Reacher.

A good man died in my arms last night.

Whatever you do to Marsh,

make him feel it.

Is that the going price

of an honest cop's life these days?

You can try, but that wouldn't be smart.

Listen, I did not want Russo to die, all right?

They guy worked under me since he was a rookie.

That's why you couldn't do it yourself.

So you made a call.

Just like Langston called those bikers in Boston.

Cowards like you never like to get your hands dirty.

No, it wasn't like that. Okay, yeah,

I told Langston that Russo was onto him,

but I didn't think in a million years

that they would kill him.

I figured he's wise up when they dropped

a bag of cash at his feet.

- Like that one? - Yeah.

- Who the hell wouldn't take this kind of money? - Russo wouldn't.

And anyone who knew him as long as you did would know that.

So when you called Langston, you knew exactly what would happen.

Go for it...

if you really think you can grab it and fire before I do.

Or you can tell me what I want to know

and use that phone to turn yourself in.

Prison's not a great place for ex-cops,

but it's better than the alternative.

Barely.

Aah! Ow!

You just used up your last bit of goodwill.

Ow.

We know the buyer... Mahmoud, Mason, Marino

or whatever the hell he calls himself...

will soon come into possession

of 650 shoulder-fired surface-to-air missiles,

and that he's due to meet with Langston and a New Age engineer

to get the Little Wing software chips installed in the hardware.

I need to know when and where that meeting's taking place.

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

Nobody ever said anything like that to me.

Ow, ow!

Oh, God! God... Stop. Please.

I swear I'm telling the truth.

Langston hired me to keep tabs on Russo

and just tell him when he got close, that's it.

- Then I guess we're done here. - No, no, wait, wait!

Stop, stop. Um...

Um, look, uh, Grant-Grant would know.

- Who's Grant? - He's the guy you ran over last night.

- He's dead. - He's not.

Turn-turn on the news. He's not dead.

He's in intensive care in Mount Sinai.

See?

Being an honest cop isn't that hard.

Just ask Russo.

Oh, wait. You can't.

We're square.

Okay. No one's gonna be looking for you in Buffalo,

but if you guys feel like you need to stretch your legs,

even just for a block or two, wear these.

Pull 'em down tight, low to your eyebrows.

Small precaution, big benefits, right?

- Yeah. Thank you. - Okay.

Driver's got five grand in cash in-pocket.

That guarantees you a safe trip to Dixon's friend's place.

Okay.

Okay, Jane?

Yeah.

This isn't gonna do.

Well...

You know, when my boys started in T-ball,

I had to teach 'em how to break in a cap.

And I know everyone thinks it's cool to wear 'em straight brim,

but I'm trying to bring back the classic look.

- You want to help me out? - Sure.

How's that?

It's good.

Yeah? Let me see.

There you go.

Okay.

Hey.

You're gonna be fine.

Your mom, she's pretty brave.

And the dangerous stuff... that's over.

So you'll be all right. I promise.

- Okay. - Okay?

There you go.

Okay, well, uh...

Typically, it's hard for women to say goodbye to me,

so let's get you girls out of here

before you get too attached.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Speed limit all the way, sir.

You're good with the kid.

Would've been a good girl-dad, too.

Ah, kids are kids.

Don't talk to them like they're idiots,

usually pretty easy.

You know, we got this. Reacher, Neagley, and I.

You don't have to finish this out.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means you've got more at stake than the rest of us.

If you want, you can walk away with your chin up.

With my chin up?

Yeah.