02x04 - A Night at the Symphony

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Reacher...

He said at K each.

[REACHER] It could be a

transfer of million,

a $ million cover-up,

a $ million bribe.

- We got a suspect.

- Azhari Mahmoud.

[RUSSO] He's known to

Interpol as a weapons broker

for t*rror1st organizations.

He's a ghost. No

pictures of him anywhere.

If these are supposed to be

fractions, then it's sloppy work.

On each sheet there's

or numerical tabulations.

So, the real question is

what kind of somethings

were they counting?

You don't have to be lonely tonight.

There were hit men who tried

to k*ll us in Atlantic City.

- [GRUNTS]

- They failed,

but they had a parking pass

for a company called New Age.

[DIXON] New Age is an aerospace company.

I'm Marlo Burns,

New Age Director of Operations.

The parking pass was issued

- to a man named Trevor Saropian.

- Where's his car?

[REACHER] We decided

to take it with us.

[O'DONNELL] Holy sh*t. It's Swan.

[REACHER] He was working at New Age

with the people who've

been trying to k*ll us.

[♪ HARMONICA SLIM:

"THOUGHT I DIDN'T LOVE YOU"]

Great. Well, we drove

a car through a window

so that I could read

workers comp pleadings

for a secretary who slipped on

New Age stairs five years ago.

So glad we risked prison for that.

Yeah, I got nothing,

too. No new information.

[O'DONNELL] Well, I wouldn't say

we haven't found any new information.

I mean, we've got three

special investigators dead,

one in the wind, and the one

who's missing just happens to be

the one who worked for New Age.

♪ Baby...

What? Look, someone's got to say it.

Was Swan working with these

guys or with these guys?

- Swan's not dirty.

- [O'DONNELL] Look, man,

- we all want to believe that he isn't...

- [REACHER] I know Swan.

We all do.

[SIGHS]

- And you don't think there's even a chance...

- [REACHER] No.

I don't.

Focus on what we found.

Brad?

Stacy?

[SIGHS]

This is a brad.

That is a fastener.

Two names for something

that size is stupid.

So is this conversation.

Well, speaking of names,

just found our man in

the employee directory.

Seems Swan's title was

assistant director of security.

[REACHER] Shane Langston,

director of security.

Maybe he's the guy I got on

the phone in Atlantic City.

Why would you say that?

He's the security boss

and bosses give orders

and the guys we k*lled

had orders to take us out.

Just a theory.

He could be the guy that got

Swan caught up in all this.

- Well, if Swan didn't pull him into it first...

- I already told you...

Aren't you the guy that

said that assumptions k*ll?

Well, you're assuming that Swan's

the same guy he was back in the .

Hey, this is the guy

Reacher chased down

outside of Saropian's house.

Same photo as his ID badge.

Associate security officer.

[O'DONNELL] Well, that's great.

Swan, Collins, that's two New Age

security personnel

somehow involved in this.

Now we got to look

into all these f*ckers.

Don't forget Marlo Burns.

She knew she was sending

us right into a buzzsaw

when she gave us Saropian's address.

So, the entire company's suspect.

We got over a thousand employees.

How we gonna tackle that?

One at a time.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

[MARSH] Last night you asked for

a late night warrant

for some defense firm,

and an hour later, the place

is hit with a smash-and-grab.

Okay, do you know how that

makes this department look?

Like we're five steps behind everything.

I made those applications when

I had enough for a warrant.

And while you were waiting for them,

all the evidence that

you would have collected

from that place is all cleaned out.

And I'll bet you that

it is those tin soldiers

that you were supposed to

be keeping your black eye on.

It wasn't the army brats. I

made it crystal clear to them

not to color outside the lines.

Oh, I see.

You thought, if you told them nicely,

they'd play along?

You're NYPD. These are f*cking PIs,

for Chrissakes.

Is this too f*cking much for you, Russo?

Lieutenant, lower your voice.

Lower my voice?

You're telling me to lower my voice

in my own f*cking office?

Okay.

Would you please go

and find out what they

learned, all right?

Am I asking you nicely enough, Russo?

I'll get it handled.

Great.

Close the door.

[♪ TALKING HEADS: "ROAD TO NOWHERE"]

♪ We're on a road to nowhere...

[REACHER] Who put this song on?

[O'DONNELL] This is the Talking Heads.

You got beef with the Talking Heads?

We're in New York.

They're a New York band.

They're a Rhode Island

band that moved to New York

and no, I don't have a

beef with them. It's just...

"Road to Nowhere," when we're

sitting here getting nowhere,

seems a little defeatist.

Besides, it's not even their best song.

Probably prefer "Psycho k*ller."

Um, I might have something.

I've been scrubbing the

drives for everything

- Swan-related.

- And?

And I found an anomaly.

He's the assistant director of security,

so all of his emails have

Langston... his boss...

and a half-dozen other

security personnel

- cc'd on them.

- Makes sense.

I mean, they're a team.

They share information.

[NEAGLEY] But he

didn't share everything.

There are multiple emails between

Swan and our old friend

Marlo Burns. Just them.

- No one else copied.

- About what?

Music, but not really.

How do you know?

He wrote,

"I was listening to

an album the other day,

thought you might like it.

Jimi Hendrix, Axis: Bold as Love.

The sixth song is

amazing. Take a listen,

tell me what you think."

Swan hated Hendrix.

- Anything with hard guitar.

- [DIXON] No Skynyrd, no Hendrix,

no Zeppelin, no Who. I

mean, that was his rule.

[NEAGLEY] He's leaving

everyone else off the email

and saying he loved

something we know he hated.

Could be code.

[O'DONNELL] Or it

could be a guy trying to get laid.

[SCOFFS]

I mean, I once told a girl

I loved Georgia O'Keeffe.

We say things.

Yeah. It says the sixth

track is called "Little Wing."

Hold on.

I ever tell you you're smart, Neagley?

Not nearly enough.

Right here. A file on a

federal defense project

called Little Wing, by far the biggest

contract New Age has ever had.

Four times the size of

anything I've seen anywhere else

in their records. A

nine-figure contract.

- People have m*rder*d for less.

- [PHONE VIBRATES]

Look at this interoffice memo.

Seems a test for the Little Wing

tech was held for some m*llitary brass,

even a senator.

- But what kind of test? And where?

- Doesn't say,

but they do note that

Senator Malcolm Lavoy

assured he would do all he could

to get the congressional votes

to make Little Wing a reality.

And I quote,

"He fully believes in the work

we're doing here at New Age

and will do whatever

it takes to help us."

Lavoy would fully believe in

Snuffleupagus you pay him enough.

You know this guy?

By reputation.

In D.C., Lavoy's what's

known as a paper bag.

His politics and his vote go

whichever way the wind's blowing.

He's known to do some shady sh*t.

So, if New Age stands

to make a fortune on

a government contract and Lavoy

is his champion in Congress,

it stands to reason New Age is

the wind blowing Lavoy's bag.

That sounds wrong.

So, Swan, who's missing,

maybe dirty, maybe not,

is code-texting Marlo Burns,

who tried to have us k*lled

about a program supported

by an ethically-compromised politician.

We need talk to Malcolm Lavoy.

We'll never get close

enough to a senator

to find out what he may or may not know.

[O'DONNELL] Oh, we don't need to.

Those guys never even know

what they're voting for.

Thousand-page bills, the legislative

record, they don't read that stuff.

They just vote the way they're told to.

But his legislative director...

they're the guys who actually

craft and draft the laws,

which is good for us because those guys

have no security detail.

Okay, but why would

those people talk to us?

I can make it so they'll be

begging to tell us what they know.

♪ We're on a road to nowhere ♪

Something you want to

share with the class?

Look, there's a lot of powerful people

in D.C. with, uh... [CHUCKLES]

confidential problems.

Mainly unsavory, but

legal, things they do

in private that they'd

rather not get made public.

My job is to make sure

that their personal business

stays personal.

And the people who know

secrets, they keep those secrets.

So, you blackmail?

I incentivize.

- Sounds sleazy, O'D.

- It's sleazy-adjacent.

Hey, I got private school

tuition to pay for, okay?

I never break the law.

I simply present the facts

to people and let them know

which way the river's

gonna flow if they choose

the wrong course of action.

You give me ten minutes to

make some phone calls, I'll get

the name of the legislative

director and an Achilles' heel.

- [♪ SLAM ALLEN: "CAN'T BREAK AWAY FROM THAT GIRL"]

- ♪ Where I went wrong, now ♪

♪ I got caught out there...

Do it.

All right.

- Thank you.

- [PHONE VIBRATES]

♪ That good ooh-ee on me...

Reacher, I know you don't

want to talk about Swan...

Swan's clean. If he wasn't,

he wouldn't have disappeared

like the rest of the guys.

But he didn't disappear

like the rest of the guys.

His body was never found

His place wasn't trashed.

He wouldn't just leave his dog to die.

Not who Swan was.

Maybe.

Or maybe he ran off so fast

because he knew three

pissed-off soldiers

and a kaiju were coming for him.

Dog was collateral damage.

Okay, look,

we don't know what Swan's been

up to since the th ended.

Right? I mean, he could

have money problems.

He could have been taking payoffs.

Would you believe it if somebody

told you I was taking payoffs?

[NEAGLEY] No.

I'm just saying

maybe we don't know some people

as well as we think we do.

There's no way the Tony Swan

I recruited is a part of this.

End of story.

♪ She threw that good ooh-ee ♪

- [♪ PINK VELVET: "DOLLAR STORE"]

- ♪ Oh, no...

See the look on their faces

when we whipped out our badges?

They looked like Ralph Terry

when Bill Mazeroski hit his

game seven walk-off homer on him.

[CLICKS TONGUE] Oh.

[LOWREY] Mazeroski? New rule, kid,

you can't reference sh*t

from more than a decade

- before you were born.

- Go, Bucs.

- [LAUGHS]

- [SANCHEZ] We're so close

to wrapping up this case I can taste it.

What do you think they're gonna

give us... Commendations, promotions?

I like the sound of that.

- [LAUGHS]

- Pump the brakes, Major.

There's still a hell

of a lot of work ahead.

More arrests to be made.

Infrastructure to dismantle.

Whole networks of cargo planes, jeeps

and helicopters across three continents.

Just take the W, Gramps.

Don't sass your elders.

Yeah. Take it easy on him,

guys. He hasn't had his nap yet.

[LAUGHING]

Damn. Looks like we got some

Ivory Soap over here, Reacher.

- Meaning?

- Meaning this sh*t's so pure it floats.

- How pure?

- Ninety-nine percent.

♪ Retribution, and all your...

No wonder kids are

getting hooked on this sh*t

- left and right.

- [KNOCK ON DOOR]

At ease, sports fans, don't get up.

I hear congratulations are in order.

[WHISTLES]

That's quite the buy 'n bust.

Kilos of poison

and a handful of scumbag

dealers off the streets

and ratting on their friends for us.

These are the small fish.

We'll catch the sharks soon enough.

What did I tell you when

you started this thing?

This case is gonna be a monster.

Unleash the hounds.

Seems you did.

Speaking of monsters,

how's Hortense the Fourth?

[SIGHS] months, already

into his terrible twos.

Apparently, he's a prodigy.

- Good work, everyone. Good work.

- [WHOOPS]

[NEAGLEY] Talking about a prodigy,

you're about to hit

your Bacardi milestone.

cases closed.

Don't add it to the stats

sheets till it's done.

People in our profession are

sent overseas where we're sh*t at,

bombed, blasted from IEDs.

Then these assholes make

more money selling this sh*t

than all our pensions combined.

It's f*cked up.

All I'm saying.

How much is bricks worth, anyway?

. one's missing. There's ,

not .

In an investigation, details matter.

Brick of heroin's a hell of a detail.

That's impossible. I

counted at point of sale.

Either you miscounted or they

palmed one back to short you.

[OROZCO] No, no, no.

You do sh*t like that,

- you're not in the game for long.

- [LOWREY] I know

we loaded bricks into Swan's ride.

Let's check your car.

[NEAGLEY] Nothing.

[SWAN] Ah.

Mystery solved.

Must have fallen back there when

I was driving and gotten stuck.

Guess the first round's on

me tonight for that fuckup.

Losing a key of H,

I'd say that's worth two rounds.

What?

Nothing.

I'd actually forgotten about that,

but it doesn't support your argument.

Swan could have been stealing dr*gs

and just panicked and gave them back.

Maybe he regretted letting

a chance at big money go by.

Maybe something like

Little Wing came along

and he couldn't pass up that

kind of opportunity again.

That's a lot of maybes.

My gut tells me he's a good man.

Your gut's never been wrong before?

You know what I think?

You want Swan to be innocent because

you hired him into the th,

and if he's involved

in something like this,

you'd do something stupid like

blame yourself for our friends' deaths.

Which, like I said, would be stupid.

Let's just see what O'Donnell found.

- Mr. Mason? Dr. Elzogby.

- [A.M.] Mm.

So, I read your intake,

and upon first glance, I got to say,

got a few questions.

Look, I like a payday

as much as the next guy,

but you're quite a handsome fella.

Now, I'm not here to tell you

how to live your life, but

are you really certain you

want me to give you a new face?

In a manner of speaking.

Ah... [SHUSHING]

Don't struggle.

You're a doctor,

you know what's happening.

Your trachea is severed.

Blood is entering your

lungs, you're drowning,

your brain is deprived of oxygen

and your nervous system's

shutting down. So, by now,

you can barely see me

and now you can't hear me

and now...

you're dead.

I'm just gonna go and have

a word with your secretary.

[PHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE]

_

[O'DONNELL] Daniel Boyd, Senator

Lavoy's legislative director.

Spoiled dipshit who's never

lifted anything heavier

than a Grey Goose bottle in his life.

C-plus student who got

into UVA and Georgetown Law

thanks to Mommy and Daddy's

connections. Real party boy.

Two dismissed DWIs in college.

Second year of law school,

gets caught with a sex worker.

Charges mysteriously disappeared.

Took his . GPA straight

into private practice.

- [PHONE VIBRATES]

- And now he drafts legislation that

decides the fate of the free

world, telling his boss to vote

on whatever benefits the

lobbyists who wooed him best.

So, he was born somewhere

between third and home base

and never heard the word "consequence."

You gonna pull a few moves from

your sleazy-adjacent playbook?

That's the general idea.

Boyd's gonna be in Boston tonight

for a fundraiser event at the Pops.

We'll set him up like a bowling pin.

[PHONE VIBRATES]

[SIGHS]

- Yeah.

- [RUSSO] Oh! You pick up the phone.

I thought maybe you couldn't

answer because you broke your hand

when you drove the f*cking car

through the office building.

I didn't get hurt at all.

You think this is funny?

I told you no more cowboy sh*t.

The car belonged to

one of their employees.

I was returning it.

Listen, wiseass, my boss

almost punched my ticket because of you.

Well, maybe that's a good

thing 'cause members of my unit

are falling from the sky

like raindrops and you haven't

- done sh*t.

- Hey, hey.

I want everything you got on New Age.

- You understand?

- Fine.

That's why I answered

the phone this time.

I actually have a reason to talk to you.

I'm gonna send you their

security team roster.

Run background checks,

see what connections

- these guys have.

- W... Wait, wait, wait. What do you think...

I'm here to do your clerical work?

Yup.

We're busy heading off to Boston.

What's in Boston?

The symphony.

- g*dd*mn it.

- Before we head north, though,

Dixon and I should go

talk to Marlo Burns,

step on her neck a little bit.

Address is online.

Right there is why I don't have a house.

Yeah, that's the reason.

So, while we do all the work,

what are you guys gonna do?

Oh, we're gonna go score some dr*gs.

[♪ LOWPASS LUSHES: "MONEY ON THE TABLE"]

♪ We got money on the table ♪

♪ You really want to bet it ♪

♪ You ain't talking 'bout

making moves, yo, forget it ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on ♪

♪ We got money on the table...

- Howdy.

- ♪ You ain't talking 'bout making moves ♪

♪ Yo, forget it, come on...

Oh, sh*t. Five-O! Five-O!

♪ Cutting off the loose ends...

Well, that's just rude.

[GRUNTS]

This just ain't your week.

[GRUNTING]

Find a new line of work, assh*le.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

She's got a kid.

House clear.

Affirmative.

Anything interesting?

I mean, just some expensive

jewelry Marlo left behind.

Left behind?

Think she bugged out?

She exited out the back

door without locking it,

clothes are all over,

clearly packed in a hurry.

Closet and...

cabinets are open.

Well, she took her

toothbrush and toothpaste.

Kidnappers don't care

about oral hygiene.

Jane's a gamer.

Got good taste.

Uh, you might want to come and see this.

Who the hell goes on the lam

and leaves their cash stash behind?

Apparently, Marlo Burns.

[RENTAL AGENT] So, to confirm,

you've reserved a Cadillac Escalade,

to be returned within three

days' time to JFK Airport.

[A.M.] That's correct.

[RENTAL AGENT] And to

thank you for your loyalty,

we've upgraded you

to a SiriusXM Platinum

listening experience, free of charge.

Wonderful.

[RENTAL AGENT] Thank you for

your business, Dr. Elzogby.

Have a wonderful drive.

Would you like this?

Do you know why I love

comic books so much?

Oh.

Well, look at you.

Don't you feel more

civilized now, Ms. Doolittle?

Wait, where are the

clothes you were wearing?

- Garbage.

- Garbage, why?

I'm already carrying boots.

If I had any more clothes,

pretty soon I'd need a suitcase.

I got a suitcase, I need

a house to keep it in.

Then I need a car for the driveway.

Before you know it, I'm

filling out all kinds of forms.

So, a spare shirt's just too

much of an attachment for you?

Anyone ever diagnose you as a sociopath?

Diagnosed?

No.

So...

what do you make of

Marlo Burns taking off

with just some clothes and

leaving all that cash behind?

Not sure yet.

Well, she did take her toothbrush.

[GASPS]

She could be your soul mate.

Shut up.

Not one word.

Holy sh*t.

That's two words. Another one,

and I'll shove this kitten

heel right up your ass.

I'm just saying you look

nice. You both look nice.

We look like the assholes

on top of a wedding cake.

Here, I'll pay you back in a

month when my pension lands.

Yeah, your pension

won't cover that suit.

Or the hotel room. Or the plane ticket.

I'll pay you back in two months.

Okay.

Everyone ready?

Let's go listen to

some boring-ass music.

Okay.

And, uh, close your mouth,

boss. You're catching flies.

[ORCHESTRA WARMING UP]

Excuse me.

Thank you. Pardon me.

- Excuse me.

- Of course.

Okay.

Oh, no, it's...

- Oh. [LAUGHS]

- Apologies.

Not at all.

I'm-I'm sorry. I'm a

little turned around.

I don't know if I have orchestra

seats or floor box seats,

and I actually don't

even know what that means.

- Okay, well...

- Do you mind?

Let's just see what we got here.

Hmm, the mezzanine, that's

where you are, but...

- Okay.

- [SHARP INHALE] that just simply won't cut it.

You see, you want to be down here.

The sound, it just wraps around you

- like a fleece.

- [CHUCKLES]

How about I swap your ticket

with my aide when he arrives?

[SHORT CHUCKLE] Wouldn't he mind?

Well, not if he wants to keep his job.

Please, take a seat.

Thank you.

In the bag.

We go /s.

/s.

Over seven months,

six-day working weeks.

Maybe a time sheet clocking hours?

Maybe a ratings scale? I don't know.

- Top you off?

- Yeah.

Yes, ma'am.

And when you get the chance,

could you bring me the bill?

This guy doesn't have any money.

[WAITRESS] Sure. Let

me tally it up for you.

[O'DONNELL] Great. [SNIFFLES]

- It's a tally.

- What?

Here. /ths.

Something happened times

when it was supposed to happen times.

Uh, here, out of . Eight out of .

[PHONE VIBRATING]

Hey, bud, I just...

Okay, what did I tell you?

Hands are for helping, not hitting.

Apologize to your brother.

Share your Legos, okay?

I love you. To the moon and back.

Okay, bye for now.

[CLEARS THROAT] Sorry, I

don't know why I gave them

my burner number, uh...

- Well, you look happy.

- I did the math.

There were , total

events, whatever they were.

But they only succeeded , times.

But that's not the interesting number.

Look how many times they

didn't get the outcome they wanted.

, minus ,.

Six hundred and fifty. Holy sh*t.

Six fifty at K each.

It's all connected somehow.

So...

So... hands are for helping?

[LAUGHS]

You have brass knuckles in your pocket.

I got a PAW Patrol Band-Aid

and some playground sand, too.

Look, they call nonstop

when I'm not there.

And when I am there, it's, you know,

: a.m. weekend soccer

games, teacher conferences,

scheduled sex with the wife.

I am no longer my own man.

And you wouldn't trade it

for anything in the world.

Not for $ million.

You are a changed man, O'Donnell.

Yep. Maybe you should give it a go, huh?

Buy some land, start a family.

You'd be the scariest guy at PTA,

but you'd be a good dad.

- If I had land, I'd get four or five...

- Four or five dogs.

You'd get four or five dogs, no woman?

Not even Dixon?

- She's a friend.

- [LAUGHS]

Okay.

Whatever you say.

That was some dress, though.

- Hell of a dress.

- [PHONE VIBRATES]

From Neagley. It's intermission.

Dixon and Boyd are leaving now.

[O'DONNELL] There they are.

That's one hell of a dress.

My car's around the

corner. Does that work?

I'll follow anywhere you lead, gorgeous.

- Well, let's go party.

- Okay.

[REACHER] Look at her.

- Boyd didn't stand a chance.

- [PHONE VIBRATES]

Neagley again.

- She says my guy's in place.

- Mm.

Hey, this friend of yours.

He's gonna come through for us, yeah?

If he was in the Army,

I'd have asked him to join the th.

- [♪ MATS: "WHEN I TURN IT ON"]

- ♪ When I turn it on ♪

- ♪ You'll know the move...

- Come here. Mmm...

- Oh, you're all riled up.

- Well, what can I say?

Classical music gets my motor running.

Yeah, well, drop it

to second, Speed Racer.

- Let's have a little primer first.

- Oh...

You're not messing around. All right.

There we go. Ooh. Ooh.

- Yeah. Yes.

- Okay, hold this. Hold... hold that.

[LAUGHS]

I never know how thick or

thin to make these things.

- Hey, allow me.

- Thank you.

♪ And you like it...

[BOYD] Mm. Uh...

Okay. [SNIFFS] Ladies first?

Oh, no, you did the

work, you get the reward.

- If you insist.

- ♪ And you like it...

Ooh!

♪ Don't you try to ♪

- [MUSIC STOPS]

- sh*t.

- sh*t. Just-just play it cool, just play it cool.

- sh*t.

Just play it cool.

[FINLAY] Sir, you're gonna

want to put the dr*gs away

and step out of the car.

- They're not my dr*gs.

- Which dr*gs...

the ones on your mirror or up your nose?

You think I own a makeup

mirror? They're all hers.

Not what she's saying,

and she wasn't holding it.

And she already offered

up blood and urine.

Do you want to offer up blood and urine?

Listen, Officer, I hate

putting it this way, but...

do you know who I am?

I do, actually, Mr. Boyd.

And I know that woman in

the car wasn't Mrs. Boyd.

And I have a special distaste for people

who don't appreciate

the sanctity of marriage.

I also know you work for Senator Lavoy.

But when I ran your name in the system,

it set off bells and whistles

at the local FBI office.

They sent a couple of their boys

down here just to talk to you.

And it seems they don't

care who your boss is.

[BOYD] Come on.

Special Agent Jack Margrave.

This is Special Agent Blake.

Lieutenant Oscar Finlay.

Yeah, I'm not talking without my lawyer.

You want to lawyer up?

- Fine. Call them.

- I will.

And they'll have me out

of here within the hour.

Hmm. You know...

that's just gonna be too late.

Because by the time they get here,

we'll already have the story

of a senator's legislative director

in the wrong woman's car

with a snout full of booger sugar

on the front page of the

Globe and the Herald.

You see,

this is not college or law school, son.

You're not some spoiled rich

kid barely rocking a C-plus.

You're a Beltway man now.

Kind of guy that people

enjoy knocking down a peg or two.

So these charges,

they're not just gonna

get swept under the rug.

We're not gonna let 'em.

- Want to know why?

- Okay. Why?

- 'Cause we don't like you.

- [TONGUE CLICKS]

I don't even know why you're here.

[REACHER] We're here 'cause we

want to know everything there is to know

about Little Wing.

- I should probably...

- Yeah, you should.

Yeah. I'm gonna call Mr. Boyd's wife.

Eh, she's probably worried

about him over in D.C.

- Worried sick.

- You know, happy wife, happy life, huh?

- [LINE RINGING]

- Okay. Fine.

- [WOMAN] Hello?

- Wrong number.

Talk.

It's not that big of a deal.

Little Wing is just a code name.

- For what?

- For a new technology

currently in development.

Some incredible anti-m*ssile software

originally developed to

protect commercial aircraft,

but a certain aeronautics

company approached us.

Let me guess... New Age?

[BOYD] That's right. New Age.

They found the software

could be tweaked.

It could be used in missiles

and not just against them.

It could be scaled down and installed

in portable shoulder-fired

surface-to-air weaponry.

The software allows missiles

to defeat all known countermeasures.

- How?

- That's a question

for a nerd in a lab coat, man.

Okay? All I know is that

missiles sh*t from the ground

completely bypass their target,

making pilots believe

the thr*at has passed,

and then they recalibrate, turn around,

zero back in on the

aircraft and reattack.

It's death from above and

there is no way to avoid it.

You fire, you hit your target.

Period.

And what's Senator Lavoy's involvement?

Well, the project required an

appropriation bill, all right?

You want to get one passed?

You're looking at years

of bureaucratic bullshit

all thanks to some arcane laws

on modifying civilian tech.

But Lavoy knew Little

Wing would slingshot

our m*llitary into the future,

so if we just sat on our hands,

waiting for it to go

through the proper channels,

it would never happen.

So I'm assuming Lavoy

didn't clear up the red tape

in the most reputable manner?

I helped bury the proposal

in a thousand-page statute

while Lavoy shook hands

and drummed up votes.

No one even knew it was in there.

And he did this out of

the goodness of his heart?

To protect democracy?

No fat envelopes slipped inside

newspapers on park benches?

Grow the f*ck up, okay?

It's D.C. It's how sh*t gets done.

Besides, Lavoy knew Little

Wing would save lives.

I mean... [CHORTLES]

everyone made fun of the

Star Wars defense program,

but, hey, look at where we are now.

Everyone's trying to sh**t

projectiles out of the air.

Little Wing can knock

anything out of the sky.

Anything? Like commercial aircraft?

You fire, you hit the

target. You said so yourself.

Yeah, but it's our tech. We have it.

Nobody else can get their hands on it.

Nothing like you're

thinking is going to happen.

New Age is incredibly secure.

Both of their facilities

- implement state-of-the-art...

- Both facilities?

- What do you mean?

- New Age has two bases.

Software made in New York, hardware

at a manufacturing plant in Denver.

- What else can you tell us?

- Nothing.

That's all I know. I swear.

Hey, Lavoy and me...

we-we cut some corners,

we did some stuff we

should not have done,

but it was all to get

a defense bill passed,

protect the country.

How'd that work out?

Hey, excuse me.

So, are the drug charges

getting dropped or what?

I don't know. I'm not a cop.

Heck of a surprise

getting a call from you.

Hell of a surprise hearing

you're wearing the badge again.

Lieutenant, no less.

Yeah, well, retirement didn't suit me.

Speaking of suits, see you're

still sporting the tweed.

Reliable as ever, Finlay.

Speak for yourself.

What was it you told

me when we first met...

trouble always seems to find you?

You k*ll a whole lot of people?

- Here and there.

- You need my help?

Already gave it.

You still spinning that wedding ring?

Here and there. But

feeling better every day.

- And the dog?

- Jack eats too much.

Just like his namesake.

[NEAGLEY] Today, boss.

Car's running, and if I don't get out

of this straitjacket soon,

things are gonna get ugly.

Neagley?

Didn't recognize you. Looking good.

Mind your business, elbow patches.

Hey, you heard the lady.

If I don't have her

in jeans in minutes,

I'm done for.

See you around, Reacher.

See you around, Finlay.

So, Little Wing could be our next /.

- What are our directives?

- You and Dixon go to Denver.

The Little Wing software is useless

without the m*ssile hardware,

and that's where it's made.

Maybe you can gum up the works,

keep the missiles out

of the wrong hands.

O'Donnell and I will head down to D.C.

Want to swing by Homeland,

see what they know about A.M.

If taking out airplanes is his M.O.,

they might have some intel on him.

[O'DONNELL] How do you

figure we're gonna do that?

You think we're just

gonna knock on the door

and say, "Can the DoD

come out and play?"

My brother worked for Homeland.

His contacts can help us.

Oh, no sh*t. How's Joe doing these days?

He's dead.

I'm starving. We should eat.

[EXHALES]

Dibs on the bathroom.

- I need to get changed.

- [MOTORCYCLES APPROACHING]

Yeah? You gonna throw it in the garbage

like our sociopathic friend here?

Oh, why, you want to borrow it?

Oh, yeah. I got the ass for it.

[BIKER] Hate to ruin prom night,

but hand over your g*ns.

What makes you think we have g*ns?

We were told you'd be packing, Reacher.

[REACHER] They also tell

you you'd die tonight?

I'll die? That's funny.

No g*ns, so no noise.

[BIKER] They said you were smart.

I'm gonna cut you, gut you

- and leave you...

- [GRUNTING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

Aah!

[SCREAMING]

[ENGINE REVS]

Everyone okay?

Yeah.

It'll heal.

[O'DONNELL GROANS]

Never better.

f*cked up my shoes, but I'm fine.

- [LANGSTON] Yeah.

- Before you ask if it's done,

it is, just not in

the way you hoped for.

You're causing a very complex

operation a lot of problems.

Sixty-five million

dollars worth, Langston?

Assume that's who I'm talking to.

Head of security?

Head of this whole thing?

Maybe we've been approaching

this the wrong way, Mr. Reacher.

Just Reacher.

Okay, Reacher. Why don't we make a deal?

I have the means to give you

anything you could ask for.

What is it that you want?

I want to throw you out of a helicopter.

- [♪ TALKING HEADS: "PSYCHO k*ller"]

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you can't even finish it ♪

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say, my lips are sealed ♪

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