01x06 - Papier

[bunniefuu]

From the handiwork
done to Kliner's neck,

it's clear the South Americans
are from Venezuela.

How do you know that?

That's
a Venezuelan butterfly cut.

Makes you asphyxiate
and bleed out simultaneously,

so you effectively drown
in your own blood.

Kliner must've had someone
in Venezuela.

Someone he was working with...
or for.

Someone who's not happy with
how messy this has all become.

Someone with enough juice
to take out

the person we thought
was the boss.

A wise, gigantic man
once told me:

"You don't put down
a junkyard dog

unless you know you have
a just-as-nasty backup hound."

Think they sent enforcement
up from Venezuela

to keep the trains running
on time?

It's possible.

When was the last time
you were on a stakeout?

Kliner compound?

Change in leadership
can result in mistakes.

If it does, I want to be
watching when it happens.

We'll need a car.

Everyone in town knows mine,
and your Bentley isn't subtle.

I'll take care of it.

It's the station house.

The dung has officially
hit the fan.

"The dung."

Just curse, Finlay.

I want all citizen volunteers working the phones.

Stevenson,
track down the security footage

from the traffic cameras
at the end of Route 4

heading to Kliner's property.

And-and try and drum up some
of that Google satellite sh*t.

I... I don't think
that's how Google works, sir.

The people of Margrave are
losing their minds, son.

- Just get it done.
- Yes, sir.

Hey, Baker.

Let's prepare a statement, uh...

We are still in the, uh,
information gathering stages...

Et cetera, et cetera.

Everything we're working on,
including Morrison,

is back-burnered till we get
a handle on this situation.

- Where was he found?
- Office.

Secretary discovered him
this morning.

Okay. Assume county forensics
are already there?

- They find anything?
- Nothing yet.

I'll head over.

- You still think my dad's guilty, you piece of sh*t?!
- Easy. Easy.

Easy.

Get your f*cking hands off me!

Now, I'm gonna give you
a do-over,

considering the circumstances.

But when I let you go,
if you take another swing,

this goes in a different
direction real fast.

- No, no, no, no. Settle down, settle down.
- You f*ck!

You went after my father
for m*rder.

You tried to sully the name
and reputation of a man

who has done nothing
but give to this community.

I know you're emotional,
and I'm sorry for your loss, KJ,

but I've never done anything
in this town but my job.

f*ck you, carpetbagger.

Oh, get in my office.

Maybe you should get some air.

And-and hold off going to
the crime scene just yet

till things cool down.

I'm sorry, did you just tell
your chief detective to wait

for a crime scene to go cold?

I told my chief detective
to take a b*at.

You accused this town's
fairy-f*cking-godfather

of homicide
only to find out he's a victim

like all the others.

You don't have a lot of goodwill
'round here right now.

I'm doing you a favor.

So hit the bench,

I'll call you back in the game
soon enough.

That's quite a vehicle.

It gets me from A to B.

Got to be honest,

I'm not too familiar
with British cars.

Just need the windows tinted.

Three days, at least.

I guess I'll need a loaner,
then.

Yeah, we don't do loaners.

You sure?

Guess you could take my car
for the time being.

It ain't a Bentley, but, uh,
it'll get you from A to B.

It's perfect.

I usually get Romas.

And these ain't ready yet.

Maybe next week they'll make
a decent sandwich.

How do you do it, Mr. Mosley?

Do what?

Stay here.

In Margrave.

You never thought it might be
easier somewhere else?

Thought it?
I knew it.

So why stay?

My family's been here
longer than the Kliners,

longer than the Teales
and just as long

as Miss Roscoe's kin.

Now, why should I let anyone
drive me from my town?

Only way they're pushing me
and my sister out is in caskets.

Even then, we'll be
in Margrave Cemetery.

Uh, the question ain't
why I'm still here,

it-it's why you ever came
here in the first place.

Margrave's a long way
from Harvard Square, Detective.

Reacher asked me the same thing.

Whatcha tell him?

Same as I'm gonna tell you.

It's none of your business.

Next time bring me Romas.

Will do.

Is it over?

No.

But I brought some backup.

Roscoe.

- Oh.
- A little piece of Margrave.

You hanging on?

I'm hanging on by a thread.

Hope you know how to play
Settlers of Catan.

- It's Board Game Central in here.
- That's good.

- Keeping 'em busy.
- For now. They're scared.

I-I mean, I'm scared, too.

Where are my manners?
Get you some water.

Thank you.

She's a total mess.

This place was used
for a mob witness once.

Door's been reinforced,
good alarm system,

but use your instincts.

You feel any danger,

you grab that family
and you run.

All right, I'm gonna hit it.

I'll be in touch
in a couple days.

Oh, that's okay. I have to go.

- Now, what are the rules?
- Thank you.

Both locks,
no lights when we're sleeping,

- and don't use the fireplace.
- Good job.

You're gonna get through this.

Thank you.

Thank you for everything
you have done.

I'm leaving you in good hands.

Beef jerky?

In an enclosed space?

Protein, iron, zinc.

Doesn't spike your insulin.

I love jerky.

Neagley introduced me to the good stuff.

So, Neagley.

She's a friend?

We served together in the 110th.

So she's a friend.

I-I guess you can call her that.

I did call her that.
Why can't you call her that?

I call her Neagley.

So, what's the deal
with the 110th?

Long story.

You got somewhere to be?

Army let me put together my own
special investigations unit.

Pentagon thought it would fail,

which is why they put me
in charge.

There were nine of us.

Where are the rest of them?

No idea.

- You weren't close?
- Very close.

Went through a lot together.

But that's
when I was in the army.

And now?

I'm not in the army.

Barely talk to your brother
for years.

Fall out of touch
with your army buddies.

How do you let go of people
so easily?

It's not healthy.

You're one to talk.

Move on, Finlay.

I've seen trees lose rings
faster than you.

My wife's dead.

She d*ed, and I can't stop
wearing the ring.

That's not what you told me.

All I told you was
her name was Sharon.

Never said you were right
about us being divorced.

Well, why didn't you correct me?

I don't correct anyone.

I don't need anyone's pity.

Everyone just assumes,
a man like me,

grumpy, set in his ways...

Pain in the ass.

Pain in the butt.

They just figure
she walked out on me.

Is that why you left Boston?

You try living in a city where
every place you look's a memory

of the love of your life.

Every restaurant,
every stop on the T,

all a kick in the gut.

A reminder of how I failed her.

Is that what you tell yourself?

I promised her
I'd move heaven and earth

to make sure she got better.

Now I pay a mobile bill
each month,

so I can hear her
on the voice mail.

So, you're living
above a smoke shop

when you're trying
to quit smoking?

Wearing a tweed suit
in Georgia in the summer?

Taking a job
in the middle of nowhere?

It's all some kind of penance

for you not being able
to save your wife?

Something like that.

Well, that's stupid.

And if you really think that,
you're stupid.

f*ck you.

I like it when you curse.
You should do that more often.

Double f*ck you twice.

Something's happening.

Kliner was m*rder*d
less than 24 hours ago,

now his nephew's out
making deliveries?

Counterfeit reserves
are running low

thanks to
the coast guard blockade.

Tensions are up.

Buyer wants
their counterfeit cash.

That truck could be full of it.

Let's find out.

Oh, my goodness.
It's almost midnight already.

You two, brush your teeth

and maybe we can play
another game.

Another game?

Don't they get tired?

Yeah, I mean,
I try to keep 'em up.

They go to asleep,
the nightmares start.

They miss their dad.

I used to get nightmares.

I, uh...

I lost my dad
when I was a kid, too.

Him and my mom, both.

God, what happened?

It was a car accident.

I was in the back.
It was a miracle I survived.

That's awful.

After,
when I was in the hospital,

my, uh, my meemaw would
read me Harry Potter.

'Cause Harry gets told that his
parents d*ed in a car accident,

but really they're wizards
who d*ed trying to save him

and make the world
a better place, so...

I'd lie to myself and pretend
that my parents were wizards

who d*ed trying to do
those same things.

And you wanted to be like them.

Is that why you became a cop?

That was the idea.

You know, they're gonna be okay.

Kids are resilient.

And they are lucky to have you.

Thank you.

What's going on?

What do you see?

f*ck.

Get the girls' shoes on
and wait by the cellar door.

You hear me yell,

you take off for the woods
and don't stop running.

And...
we're in Tennessee.

Guy hasn't taken so much
as a bathroom break.

Hey, drive back,
you're getting too close.

I'm fine.

You have to hang back further
than a normal tail.

My distance is perfect.

You're a giraffe
in a Grand Caravan. Drop back.

You know how many times
I've tailed someone?

I've been watching you
for hours,

and based on
how you've been doing it,

I'd say not that many times.

Just sit there
and wear your suit.

Here's T-Bone Walker
with "Goin' to Chicago Blues."

Come on.
I can't take another blues song.

This is T-Bone Walker.

Founding father of one of
the most unique

African American art forms.

I thought T-Bone was white.
You sure he was Black?

T-Bone Burnett was white.
Walker was Black.

Come on, Finlay.

There's got to be
something else.

Let's see what they got here.

No. No.

Here we go.

Best opening
to any rock song ever.

What are you...
What are you doing?

Got to say,
white guys don't get their due.

They can rock out.

He's changing lanes.
Exit up ahead.

On it.

sh*t.

Run!

Over here.

Over here. Over here.

Get down to the brush. Hide.

Okay. I'm gonna lure them away.

- No.
- Yes. Do it.

There's a fire road
not too far east from here.

- Meet me at the first mile marker you come to. Hide.
- Okay.

Don't move.

Long drive,
emotional day.

He'll be asleep
within two minutes.

What about that guy?

What am I, an eagle?

Half asleep.

His monitor's blocking his view
to the parking lot anyway.

Let's do this.

Keep lookout.
I'll pick the lock.

Rolling up that door
will make a racket.

I got a better idea.

- What are you gonna do?
- Tops of these trucks are made

with thin vinyl
to reduce the weight.

Keep it down.

Reacher.

Reacher.

What?

I'll call
Tennessee authorities,

- have this thing impounded within the hour.
- No point.

Truck's empty.

If you have any idea
what's going on,

feel free to share.

We got it wrong.

He wasn't shipping money out.

Well, what is he doing?

Besides driving around for hours
to deliver nothing.

I don't know, but Joe did.

Joe can't help us now, Reacher.

So we talk to the people
who were helping Joe.

The professors.

They're unreachable.

Not anymore. Should've landed
a few hours ago.

How did you know that?
You didn't even

look at your watch.

It's predawn, so...

Guess
we'll just leave a message.

- Hopefully somebody...
- Hello?

Oh, hey. Sorry.

Was looking for William Bryant?

Uh, who is this?

A former student,
looking to reconnect.

I'm so sorry.

I honestly don't even know
how to say this, he...

Professor Bryant was k*lled
this morning.

What happened?

He was mugged.

Got back from a late flight,

took his dog for a walk, and...

I'm his assistant.

I was here working on a paper
through the night.

And now I'm sitting here numb
since I heard the news.

I'm sorry.
My condolences.

Thank you.
I have to go.

They got to him fast.

Let's hope they didn't get
to both.

It's 5:00 a.m.
This better be good.

Professor Castillo?

Yes.

This is Jack Reacher.

You were working
with my brother Joe.

I'm coming to New York.

Now do everything
I'm about to tell you

if you still want to be alive
by the time I get there.

Charlie?

Charlie?

It's safe.

They won't be coming after us.

Thank you.

Girls.

Girls, come on. It's okay.

It's okay.
She twisted her ankle.

Come on.

The bad news is
we got to keep walking.

I'm gonna call Picard,
have him meet us at a diner

I saw on my way in.
It's a few miles up the road,

but it's gonna be safer
in public.

We'll hike through
the tree line, stay hidden.

You rolled that ankle good,
didn't you?

Tell you what...

All aboard the Conklin Express.

You okay?

Ready? One, two, three.

Get up there. Good job.

Okay.

Who's tougher than
the Hubble ladies?

Nobody.

That is damn right.

Let's move.

Okay. Come on.

Watch your head.

Yeah, probably wouldn't have
gotten this past TSA.

If you reach out to Picard,
see how everyone's holding up.

Roscoe's tough.

I'm sure she's fine.

Here. Just keep that there.

Okay.

They're out cold.

It's, uh, it's fear
more than exertion.

Adrenaline like that
knocks you right out.

I don't know how we got here.

We aren't bad people.

I know that.

Charlie...

I have to tell you something.

You've been manipulated.

Paul left his job at
Axis Financial over a year ago.

He hasn't been working
at the bank ever since then.

Everything he told you...

was a lie.

Whatever's going on...

...he was involved.

I have known...

exactly where my husband
has been working,

and not working,
every day of his life.

You said you didn't know
anything.

I was protecting my family.

But since we were just sh*t at
in a forest,

I'd say that ship has sailed.

Do you want to hear
how our lives were ruined,

Officer Conklin?

Considering I was sh*t at, too,
I think I'm owed that courtesy.

Mr. Kliner wanted to meet Paul.

Paul was excited.

Kliner's an important man.

Sit.

Paul.

My business deals almost
exclusively in manufacturing.

Consequently, I deal
with suppliers and vendors

who offer me favorable terms
if I can operate in cash.

It's all legal and aboveboard
on my end.

Now, whether those guys declare
what I pay them...

well, that's
between them and the IRS.

Okay, I-I still don't see

how someone like me can help
your company.

I need expertise moving
hard currency around

as a way to ensure
those favorable terms.

Well, word around town is
that you've been interviewing

for positions
at other institutions.

I would love to throw Kliner
Industries' hat in the ring.

That's incredibly flattering.

I've-I've really only worked
in traditional finance, though.

Um, you know, for banks.

Yeah. I understand
your hesitation.

It's something new, unexplored.

That's what makes life exciting,
right?

Yes.

So...

This is what I'm thinking.

I got a big client in Venezuela.

Why don't you come down with me
next week.

Check out his operation,
see how things work.

Corporate culture, all that.

See if this is a line of work
that might be up your alley.

I'll pay you generously
for your time.

Two weeks' pay...

...one day's work.

Paul never should
have gone to Venezuela.

So...

How was lunch?

I'm a sucker for plantains.

Me, too.

I got to watch myself
around those things.

- And the work?
- Good.

Uh, I mean, your client's needs
are significant,

but, uh, I think I put
a dent in it.

- May I?
- Of course.

You were able to move that much
currency in just a few hours?

You sure this was all legal?

A hundred percent.

I'm just real good at my job.

That's for damn sure.

Can you send those, uh,
transfer confirmations to me?

Of course.

Done.

Look, Paul.

I want you at my company.

I need you at my company.

And I don't want to waste time
and I don't want to negotiate.

I'll pay you four times
your current salary

plus a 50% year-end kicker.

But before the ink can dry
on this,

you know,
my client wants to meet you.

It's about a half mile walk
to his horse farm.

Come on, it's beautiful country.

It'll be good to stretch
your legs.

Let's do it.

- You like horses, Paul?
- I do.

Are these all
racehorses?

Mostly retired.

They're just here to eat,
sleep and...

well,
f*ck out new champions.

Yeah.

- Not a bad life.
- Oh, they love it.

But not at first.

No, these are animals
that are used to running

as hard and as fast as they can,

racing and training
and training and racing.

And then, one day,
they're locked in a stall,

and they revolt.

They bite.
They gnaw at the gate.

They slam against the walls
trying to break 'em down.

And then, one day...

they just stop.

They just stop.

- You want to know why?
- Okay.

Because they accept
that they're trapped.

They know there's nothing they
can do to escape their fate.

And they realize that
their new life isn't that bad.

You know why
I'm telling you this?

No.

That money that you moved today,

you may have tried
to do everything legally,

but that was an impossible task,

because every cent
of every dollar was tied

to an international
counterfeiting scheme

of which you are now part.

I'm able to pay you
so far above market value,

because, frankly,
I'm my own printing press.

You're-you're kidding.

This is a joke.

This is as serious a situation
as you've ever been in, Paul.

You helped me launder millions
in illegal tender,

and then you sent me
the evidence.

I have your email,
your IP address,

your work product.

You are in this now.

I know what you're thinking.

You want to run,

just like all the horses in here
want to run.

Go tell the cops.

Have your wife wire you money.

Find a private plane out of here
and back to the U.S.

where everything's safe.

Let me tell you something.

No place is safe.

You tell anyone,

you're looking at
30 years minimum

for what you did today.

I-I can't...

- I can't do this.
- Can't do what?

Can't get rich
beyond your wildest dreams

for just banging away
on your laptop?

Well, here's the deal.

I'm gonna do you a favor.

I'm going to protect you
from yourself.

I'm gonna leave you in here
for a while,

so that you don't run off
and do anything stupid.

And when
that fear is out of your system,

I think you're gonna find

that not only can you do it,
you'll want to do it.

In the meantime, Paul...

...don't gnaw at the gate.

- Wh-What's going on?!
- Come here.

Please, please.
Please help me.

No. No.

He wouldn't listen
to Mr. Kliner.

This, this is what happens
to you and your family

if you don't do
what you are told.

No, no, no!

- No, no.
- No!

You see a man...

...crucified and castrated
in front of you,

you do what you're told.

Paul did what he was told,
and they k*lled him anyway.

I can't let them be next.

I will not let that happen.

Let's go.

Okay, come on.

Come on, girls.

- What the hell happened?
- They found us.

- How?
- No idea.

I took care of it.

Okay. Well, we can't take
any more chances.

I'll be with you until we can
figure out what to do next.

Okay.

Yes, sir.

Up ahead on the left.

Okay.

- Can I help you?
- I need a suit.

I don't know
I have enough fabric.

I don't have time for jokes.
I need something now.

A football player on the Giants,

he never pick up a custom job.

You want a pocket square?

Okay.

Yeah, we got a problem.

The guy'll be out by tomorrow
anyway.

I know.

August 26...

May I help you, sir?

I'm here to see my client,
Stephanie Castillo.

I believe she's
under your protection.

Yeah, what exactly is going on
with her?

She just insisted
we take her here in,

something about a m*rder,
how she's in danger.

Now she won't say anything
to us.

I promise, Sergeant Diaz,

I'll fill you in
after she and I speak.

You have my word.

All right. Follow me.

Right this way.

Wow, there really was something

in the water
at that Reacher house, huh?

My condolences for the death
of your Princeton colleague.

Thank you.

My condolences
for the death of your brother.

How did you and Joe know
each other?

Um...

We collaborated over the last
few years.

He was brilliant,

and he also knew
what he didn't know,

which made him even smarter.

His job would require
my expertise from time to time.

- International and domestic monetary policy.
- Yeah.

But Joe contacted me
and Professor Bryant

for a specialty
that we don't advertise.

We were the only two academics
in the U.S. specializing

in the theoretical effects
of MUC...

Mass Undetectable
Counterfeiting...

On a global economic scale.

Is that a big problem
these days?

Yeah, it's bigger
than you might think.

Do you know that 80%
of existing U.S. currency

is in hundred-dollar bills?

I mean,
I-I don't know about you,

but 80% of the money
that I see every day,

it's not C-notes.

So, where's all that cash?

Abroad.

Underground economies.

dr*gs. Arms.
Human trafficking.

Not exactly
credit card friendly,

but they all have
a denomination of choice.

The American hundred-dollar
bill.

We have the most stable currency
on the planet.

It acts as a reserve
against all others.

Nobody's in the market
for a fake Ugandan shilling.

The U.S. hundred is the Holy
Grail of counterfeiters.

Now, if a fake is good enough,
it's called a superbill.

North Korean government has
an entire department

devoted to creating one.

But if it's that stable,

it must be difficult
to replicate.

Yeah, well,
there are security features.

Strips, holograms,
specific dyes.

But all of that, if someone is
determined and talented enough,

all of it can be replicated.

The key is the paper.

Now, Joe, he made it impossible
to get that paper.

Made it so that only
one company in the U.S.

has statutory authority
to manufacture paper

for the U.S. Mint,

and that location is locked down
tighter than Fort Knox.

However,

Joe discovered superbills were

being manufactured
somehow anyway.

He thought it was taking place
somewhere in Georgia.

Made in Georgia?

Like Coca-Cola and peanuts.

What is it?

My partners and I...

we had the system backwards.

They're not making money
in Venezuela

and shipping out to the U.S.

They're making money in the U.S.
and shipping out to Venezuela.

I have to go.

I didn't realize
it was Venezuela.

You find out where they're
getting the paper to do it,

and you will stop
whatever Joe was trying to stop.

You know you'll have to stay
in police custody

until all of this is dealt with.

It's for your safety.

I understand.

How are you gonna take down
whoever's doing this?

Painfully.

What branch of the m*llitary
were you in?

Your shoes are tied
with a ladder lace.

Pants, m*llitary hem.

Cuff sleeves extended
exactly to the center

of your wrist bone.

Army. First Lieutenant.

Major Jack Reacher.

110th Special Investigations,
retired.

- Nice to meet you, sir.
- I need your help, Lieutenant.

I'm not a lawyer.

I'm just trying to do
the right thing.

Two federal agents,
multiple cops,

and several civilians are dead.

I'm working the case privately
with a police force down south.

My brother, Joe Reacher,

worked in the Secret Service.
You can look him up.

You can look me up, too,
check my record.

You'll see I'm not one to waste
time or make up stories.

That woman in there
is in danger.

I need you to make sure
she's protected

until you get a phone call
from me and only me.

It needs to be off the books,
it needs to be quiet.

I can count on you, Diaz?

Sir, yes, sir.

- Oh.
- Whoa.