Reacher (2022) s01e03 Episode Script
Spoonful
1
I know you're scared,
- but I'm
- Scared?
It's natural. When someone
has an attempt made on their life
You know I was recruited
by the FBI and Central Intelligence?
Scored a 99th percentile in IQ,
but only an 80% on the psych eval.
You want to know why,
you condescending asshole?
Interpersonal skills?
I lack the ability
to tolerate horseshit.
And this
and this is horseshit!
You think I'm some poor,
scared, little girl?
I'm not scared. I am pissed.
They came into my house
that I fixed up with my money
in the town that my family founded
because they think they are untouchable.
You want a gun?
Uh-huh.
Fine by me.
Gray gave this to me
a couple of years ago.
Wanted to keep it in the family,
and I was the only family he had.
Not what you'd call a subtle weapon.
[ROSCOE] People round here
know I have this thing.
Use it wrong, and it gets back to me.
So don't use it wrong.
I won't let anything happen to it.
Your house isn't safe
anymore; pack your bags.
[PHONE VIBRATES]
Finlay?
Got an ID on the body
that was found with Joe.
We gotta get to the morgue.
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
Are you kiddin' me?
I just told you to be
careful with that thing.
Never trust a weapon you
haven't personally test-fired.
[THUNDER CRASHES]
[THUNDER ROLLING]
[CICADAS BUZZING]
- [ENGINE TURNS OFF]
- [DOOR OPENS]
You two were already working the case?
First thing in the morning?
We were just getting back into town.
From where?
Alabama. Bar closed late,
storm flooded the road.
- You took him out drinking?
- [ROSCOE CLEARS THROAT]
Isn't that the exact opposite
of what I told you to do?
Good thing I did.
Whoever killed the Morrisons
came after us last night.
Broke into my house, carved
a threat into my door;
who knows what they would've
done if I'd been there alone.
They came into your house?
I'm fine.
Let's just see what Jasper has for us.
It's okay.
I had my eye on her.
Here you go. Here you go.
Sorry; I didn't know you were coming.
Once the prints came back,
we got a full run on the man.
Victim's name is Pete Jobling.
Trucker for Southfreight
Shipping, which makes sense,
'cause the test results I got back
showed a little too
much hydrogen sulfide
in his blood gases and tissue;
he spent his whole life on the road,
sniffing other people's
catalytic converters.
43, married, resides in Atlanta
Record's clean except for a 2018 arrest
for a Jacksonville traffic violation
that turned into a disorderly conduct.
Defended by Zacarias
Perez LLP. No conviction.
Zacarias Perez. Here he is.
Oh. Looks fancy.
Not the kind of firm that
defends truck drivers.
Thanks, Jasper.
Hopefully we don't need to
see you again any time soon.
Yeah.
- [PHONE VIBRATING]
- It's a D.C. number.
- Secret Service.
- Hello?
Officer Conklin?
This is Molly Beth Gordon,
Specialized Administrative
Officer with the Secret Service.
I got your message
regarding Joe Reacher.
- I work with him.
- Uh, hi, Molly Beth.
Oh, Joe!
Oh, thank God. Why haven't you
returned my calls? I was so worried.
Ms. Gordon, this is Jack Reacher.
Joe's brother.
Joe's dead.
No.
No, you're wrong.
I'm not.
How?
He was murdered.
We think his death may
be related to his work.
Do you know what Joe was
doing in Margrave, Georgia?
Uh I don't know.
He was, um [SNIFFLES]
He was running a
classified investigation,
I just don't know the details
God. [INHALES]
[SOBBING]
I know it's not the best
time to answer questions,
but we really need your help.
What position did Joe hold
in the Secret Service?
What? He was
Uh, he was, he was the,
he was the director,
he was the director of the
Office of Investigations.
You you didn't know that?
No.
We hadn't spoken in a while.
Was anyone working under him?
No.
No, um [SNIFFLES]
No, he assigned his
current case to himself.
Nobody knew about it.
You did.
We were close.
Molly Beth, um, this is Officer Conklin.
I'm-I'm sorry, we're
almost done, I promise.
Was there a specific division of O.I.
that Joe was heading up?
Uh, yeah, he-he runs
he ran our
anti-counterfeiting department.
Agent Gordon?
Captain Finlay, Chief
Detective, Margrave PD.
Had there been reports
of counterfeiting in the Margrave area?
I I really don't feel like
Can we just talk about
this another time, please?
I know it's hard, and I hate doing this,
considering what we just told you,
but you're our only lead.
On a case it appears Joe died for.
Um Okay. [SNIFFLES]
[EXHALES]
Joe told me that he put a stop
to all domestic counterfeiting
a while ago. Um
He put all these procedures in place;
made it basically impossible
to make anything here
without getting caught.
He was chasing international stuff.
Like South America?
I don't know. Um
I can try to get his files for you.
[REACHER] Thank you.
But hard copies only;
we don't want a digital trail.
Why?
Seems whatever Joe was into,
people were killed over it.
We don't want anything
leading back to you.
We need to keep this quiet.
Shouldn't I tell his superiors?
Absolutely not.
We can't trust the Secret Service?
Joe kept this top secret for a reason.
I believe in my brother's
instincts. Do you?
- Yes.
- [REACHER] Okay, good.
So we tell no one until we
have a better understanding
of what we're dealing with.
Okay. Um
it'll take me a day
or so to copy it all.
That's okay.
[SNIFFLES]
You sound just like him.
We'll talk soon.
[PHONE BEEPS OFF]
Your counterfeiting
guess was right, Reacher.
My bet was guns or sex trafficking.
Well, like you said,
everything comes down to cash.
Counterfeiters just
cut out the middle man.
But multiple murders
over Monopoly money?
People kill over 20 bucks in a wallet.
Imagine what they'd do to
protect a limitless supply.
We don't have to imagine; we've
been to the Morrisons' house.
No way it's a coincidence
Hubble was a currency manager
for Axis Financial's Atlanta branch.
Okay, so we check out where he worked.
I go there midday flashing a badge,
people clam up and lawyer up.
I'll track down some of
the suits after hours.
- Mm.
- But right now,
I need you back in uniform
and at the station house.
Pretend to look for the ex-cons
who killed the Morrisons.
I'm sorry, what?
Teale doesn't know we suspect him,
so we play his game for now.
I'll tell him you found
your house broken into
and you're determined to
find out who's responsible.
So I get to watch Teale
waving his cane like a scepter,
playin' boss; what do you get to do?
I'm going to pay a visit
to that jail guard, Spivey.
Got his address this
morning. Next county over.
I'll come.
'Cause it went so well the last time?
No, you're gonna to go
see Zacarias Perez LLP.
See what you can find out
about Jobling's arrest.
An assignment?
I thought I was not
by employment, appearance,
or lifestyle choice
a cop anymore.
Well, shows you how desperate I am.
So be smart, don't break the law,
and promise me you won't end
up in another holding cell.
No.
[CHUCKLES]
Can't wait till this is over
and that guy's out of our town.
Officer Conklin.
Keeping banker's hours?
I was at the morgue,
getting intel on the
second highway victim.
I made my directive clear.
Those bodies take a backseat
to those of our departed
colleague and his wife.
A cop is dead,
and from what I've heard,
we could've had another.
You holdin' up all right?
Yes, sir.
Though if I had been
home, I would've taken
at least a couple of
those bastards with me.
That's the spirit, kid.
If someone wants to come
after Margrave's finest,
they better be ready for a fight.
Now, I want you focused on
these boys up on the board:
some of the more violent perps
Morrison helped incarcerate.
Aggravated battery,
domestic assault,
armed robbery. Bad men.
Copy that.
I'm in the process of running down
stolen car reports for the whole county.
Figure if an ex-con was gonna
go to a cop's house, he wouldn't risk
using his own ride.
Well, that's good thinkin'.
You keep me posted.
Hmm.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
[QUIETLY] Roscoe?
You were with Finlay this morning?
I was.
And, uh someone came after you?
[SCOFFS] Appears that way.
Could be related to Morrison,
could be teens with a
fucked-up sense of humor.
Yeah. Um
My cousin Charlie's not
picking up her phone.
Paul, either. The whole
family's disappeared.
Just wondering if you
know something I don't.
No.
Do you?
Nope. I'm just trying
to figure out what the
hell's going on around here .
Yeah. Me, too.
I haven't had any
luck, so I'm just gonna
focus on the ex-cons, like Teale said.
You really think that's
the way to go on this?
Good a road as any.
Teale's boss now.
What about Finlay?
Think he might know
something he ain't sharing?
I doubt it.
Everybody in Margrave still
treats him like the new guy.
Yeah. Well, whole town's wound
tighter than jungle gym screws.
I don't know what to tell my wife.
This Reacher guy's
running all over everybody
- like it's
- [TEALE] Stevenson?
A moment.
Yes, sir.
[DOOR CLOSES]
- [CICADAS BUZZING]
- [DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]
Mr. Spivey?
Tanner Spivey?
Mr. Spivey?
[DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]
[SIGHS]
[BEEPS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Alton police!
- You picked the wrong town to rob in.
- Wait!
Those bruises look pretty fresh.
You still feelin' 'em?
A bit.
The accident was just a few days ago.
Well, truth be told, Mr. Doyle
I'm sorry, what was
your first name again?
Uh, Brian.
Truth be told, Brian,
we don't normally
handle auto claims here.
Usually leave that to
the bus bench crowd.
But The Home Depot's got deep pockets
and I intend to get my
hands all the way in 'em,
get you the recovery you deserve.
So, let's start at the beginning.
What was the date that
delivery truck hit you?
There was no truck.
I made up a story so you'd see me.
Now get me your file on Pete Jobling.
Excuse me?
A client you represented
for a traffic violation
and disorderly conduct charge.
His file.
Get it.
I don't know what game
you're playing at here,
but get out of my office.
No.
Excuse me?
Who the hell do you think you are?
A pissed-off drifter
with nothing to lose.
Oh, you want to get
arrested for trespassing?
Pull up Jobling's file. Now.
I will ruin your life
with one phone call.
I'll end your life with one phone.
[GRUNTS]
[CHOKES]
Pull up Jobling's file.
Print it.
Staple.
[GROANS]
Little further.
Here you go.
- Thank you.
- [COUGHING]
Oh.
Don't bother trying to
find out my real name.
Cause any problems,
you'll wish I'd finished strangling you.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[COUGHING]
- [EXHALES]
- [DOOR OPENS]
[SNIFFLES]
- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[KEYS JANGLING]
[SIGHS]
Listen, man, you should've
told us you were a cop.
Hard to do with a boot in your mouth.
[SNIFFLES]
And it shouldn't make a difference.
[GROANS SOFTLY]
Jesus.
Which one of you assholes did this?
Thought he was a burglar.
How many burglars you know wear suits?
He didn't look like he lived there.
- Are you fuckin' kidding me right now?
- Hey.
Let it go.
We have bigger fights.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
You know, cursing is
a sign of a weak mind
and a weaker character.
But I appreciate you having my back.
Of course.
You hear from Reacher?
We're meeting him at Jolene's.
Said he found something.
Good. 'Cause so did I.
[BLACK JOE LEWIS &
THE HONEYBEARS: "PTP"]
I been doing everything for you
Even took up all day
Well, I guess that
Cops or civilians?
Just Southern hospitality.
How'd it go at the law firm?
Got everything I needed.
How?
Just used the phone.
Two fried chicken
thighs, fried okra, ribs,
collard greens, pole beans,
rice with giblet gravy,
cottage cheese and peaches.
Buttermilk chicken
sandwich with coleslaw.
And for you, spinach
salad. Dressing on the side.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
I was embarrassed ordering that.
How do you eat like that
and still look like you do?
Like this.
So, Roscoe says you found something.
Our dead trucker's employer,
Southfreight Shipping?
They were contracted
to Kliner Industries.
When our trucker got into legal trouble,
Kliner paid his legal fees.
That makes what I came
across even more interesting.
- [REACHER] What's that?
- I searched Spivey's house.
Looks like he left town.
But his landline showed multiple
calls to Kliner Industries.
So, roads are leading to Kliner.
The patron saint of Margrave?
You really think that he
could be counterfeiting?
Who knows? He certainly
has the financial resources
to pull off something of this scale.
Maybe he has those resources
- because he's counterfeiting.
- Mm.
Well, how does Hubble's
bank fit into all this?
Not sure. But I'm gonna
break into Kliner's tonight
and see if I can find
something that connects them.
You can't just sit there
and say you're gonna violate
the Fourth Amendment while you eat okra.
Yes, I can.
- Wanna see me do it again?
- Reacher
I don't know what
we'll find or not find.
Things maybe lead to Kliner.
We're flying blind here,
so somebody's gotta
kick the hornet's nest.
You jeopardize this investigation
if you get evidence that's inadmissible
because it was unlawfully obtained.
You get that busted nose
filling out a warrant
to search Spivey's house?
A man who may have
information regarding a murder
had disappeared.
He didn't return my calls,
so I went to his house.
No answer there, despite
it being mid-afternoon,
and he not reporting to work that day.
I had a reasonable belief
that Spivey could be in danger.
- Mm.
- Exigent circumstances are exceptions
to the warrant requirement.
Exigent circumstances? That's bullshit.
Maybe. But it's legal.
Okay, fine.
I won't break into Kliner's office.
I'll walk in and talk to him. Now.
I'm coming. A man that powerful,
someone's gotta keep a cool head.
[CLEARS THROAT] Okay, I think
I know what's going on here,
but if you two can't play nice,
I'm gonna do what Meemaw used to
and make you sit on the
ground and hold hands.
Okay eat it or clean it up.
Jolene's not your mama.
I gotta go keep tracking
down those rental cars. Bye.
I'm taking those ribs to go.
You hungry?
[QUIETLY] Good boy.
Reacher, what are you doin'?
Owner's been leaving him
out, not giving him water.
What the hell's goin' on here?
This your dog, sir?
It was my uncle's. He
died a few weeks ago.
I didn't want the
mutt, but now I got it.
"It"? What's his name?
It was a barn dog. Got no name.
Now, I told you the other day
to stay the hell out of my yard.
Negligent care of an animal's
a misdemeanor in Margrave.
$500 fine, up to ten days in jail.
Everything going on in this town,
and you're worried about a dog?
This how they policed up in Boston?
Don't make me come
back and cite you, sir.
Reacher, come on.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Not a single security camera.
Maybe Kliner doesn't want a
record of what's going on here.
Captain Finlay, over here.
Right this way. Mr.
Kliner's expecting you.
That was a hell of a lot
of animal feed back there.
It's the South. They all have got cows.
I'll do the talking.
Good. I don't like talking.
A family of skilled marksmen.
Uh, just up here, gentlemen.
I'm not sure I can help you.
I wish I could, but all I
know about these killings
is the gossip from the diner,
which we both know is far from reliable.
Tanner Spivey, and has
himself disappeared,
called your company multiple
times in the last three days.
Pete Jobling, also deceased,
is a former truck driver
for Kliner Industries.
For a company we contracted with.
Be that as it may,
you paid his legal fees for
a minor traffic violation
that escalated into disorderly conduct.
We're just looking
for some clarification
as to your relationship with
these men, if you wouldn't mind.
No. Um
regarding Mr. Jobling,
I ship product all over the country.
Truck drivers drive too fast.
They get all amped up on energy drinks.
It behooves me to keep
lawyers on retainer
to get my drivers back on
the road and keep the wheels
of business literally in motion.
And as for Mr. Spivey, you
said he called my company?
We have a general number
with over a dozen departments.
Perhaps Mr. Spivey has a
buddy on the loading docks?
Maybe they were just making
plans to grab a beer after work.
Perhaps. Or perhaps he was
calling for another reason.
I know you're only doing your job,
and I know you're just
trying to get answers
about your brother's death.
But, if I may speak frankly,
after all I've done for this town,
after all I've invested into it,
I'm a little insulted
to be under suspicion.
More than a little.
My intention was never
to insult you, Mr. Kliner.
That's okay.
I know you've been under a lot of stress
with all that's been happening.
My intention is to conduct my
investigation in any manner I see fit.
And right now, that means finding out
what you may or may not know.
I know you've had some trouble
settling in here, Captain.
I wonder why that is. [CHUCKLES]
Maybe it's because you're a Northerner.
Or maybe it's your fancy education.
Or maybe it's another reason. Hmm?
Anyway, you haven't
exactly ingratiated yourself
to the good folks of Margrave.
I mean, the people of this town,
the other members of
the police department
want to help you; they
want to work with you.
They've told me so themselves.
We all want justice to be done.
But not if you're chasing down theories
without any basis in fact.
Some friendly advice?
This evidence trail you're following?
It's a waste of time for you and for me.
Leave it.
Horatio Finlay.
Excuse me?
My father's name.
Horatio Finlay.
You might think you're
everybody's daddy in this town,
but you're not mine.
You don't tell me what leads
to chase and how to chase them.
So if I may give you
some friendly advice:
if you keep talking to
the cops on my force,
hinder this investigation
in any way, I will put
my fucking foot up your fucking ass
until your heart fucking stops.
I think it's time for
you gentlemen to leave.
[BUTTON BUZZES]
[EXHALES]
You know, cursing is a sign of
weak mind and weaker character.
Shut up.
"You're not my daddy.
Horatio Finlay's my daddy."
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, loosen up.
You did the right thing.
Kliner's a bully.
Bullies need to know
they can be punished, too.
[YOUNG JOE] Don't cry, no matter what.
Don't cry. I don't care
how scared or upset you get,
don't you dare let 'em see you cry.
Boys
I'm gonna get right to it.
We just came from the hospital.
Curtis Bishop had his
face bashed in with this.
His cheekbone was fractured.
He had to have surgery, sutures.
This is a very serious crime.
There were bicycle tracks
leaving Curtis's house.
You know where they led?
Right there. To your bike, Joe.
Joe, did you do this?
"All signs indicate yes."
You're not safe at home anymore.
You need to pack a bag
and bounce around motels
- outside Margrave for a while.
- I'm chief detective.
And Morrison was chief of police,
and his balls are in his stomach now.
Kliner knows you suspect him.
We don't know who to
trust at the station.
Motels. Cash. Fake names.
Travel light.
You mean live like you?
You get used to it.
He's in the back.
What's he doing, packing
his tweed pajamas?
- Probably.
- Jesus.
I don't know what's more depressing,
this or Morrison's place.
You said your family used
to be in farming, right?
Yeah.
How many head of cattle
can a moving truck
full of animal feed take care of?
A lot. Why?
How many head of cattle does
Kliner have on his compound?
I don't know.
Uh, I see 'em when I
drive by his north acreage;
call it a hundred.
Nothing for the size of the land.
I'm gonna ask you again. Why?
I don't know.
He was getting a ton
of feed delivered today.
Organized operation.
Didn't seem like the first
time they were doing it.
It's not like he's
running a commercial farm.
It's Georgia. Lot of folks have cows.
That's what I hear.
Hey. You been here a year?
Who's your decorator, this guy?
Haven't had time to furniture shop.
- We good to go?
- Yeah.
There's a motel right
outside Hickory where
we can stay under the
radar; third exit off 85.
Reacher.
I just want to make sure
we're on the same page
because your punch-to-syllable
ratio is about 1:1.
I'm gonna go get a snack.
Just because it looks like Kliner
might be a part of
all this does not mean
you can just go take him out.
No problem.
- Really?
- A federal agent,
a cop and multiple civilians are dead.
We're not dealing with
a small-scale operation,
this thing's a hydra;
I cut off one head, two
more grow in its place.
There's no justice for Joe in that.
I'm gonna uncover this whole operation,
and then burn it to the ground.
That takes time, which is something
I have in great quantity.
Taking Kliner out's the
last move, not the first.
I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
Pretend whatever you want.
Okay.
So, we have three
viable leads right now:
Hubble, Jobling and Spivey.
Spivey's in the wind, Hubble's
wife doesn't know anything.
But maybe Jobling's wife does.
It's late, but I can
question her tomorrow.
Do whatever you want,
but Spivey's the answer.
I get him to rat on whoever
paid him to kill Hubble,
we know everything. I'm finding him.
Now?
He could've told me
to meet him anywhere.
He picked the Blue Cat.
A place he was comfortable,
was probably a regular.
Maybe some of the other
regulars know where he's hiding.
And neither of you are coming with me.
You'll be made instantly.
You both reek of cop.
I'll meet you in Hickory.
All right, I'll meet you there, too.
I gotta go get some toothpaste
and deodorant and stuff.
I don't know how he lives like this.
Yeah, I gotta make a stop, too. Roscoe?
Be safe.
Oh, watch out. Keep bein' nice like that
and you're gonna be making
friends around here in no time.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[EXHALES]
[ENTRY BELL CHIMES]
Get off my truck.
You been with that
Reacher guy a lot lately.
Did he tell you all about himself?
Or is there not much talking going on?
Your mama teach you the way to
a girl's heart is stalking her?
I wouldn't have to resort to this
if you would ever go out with me.
But some outlier strolls in,
next thing I hear,
you guys are best pals.
Five years ago the Kliners
were outliers. Now move.
If you guys are so close, he must've
told you about Baghdad, right?
'Bout those civilians that he killed.
And how his connections got him off?
The charges disappeared,
but nothing goes away
completely, not these days.
Jack Reacher's a murderer.
If you don't let me
into my truck right now,
I'm gonna have you facedown
on the hood in handcuffs.
[QUIETLY] Maybe I'd like that.
- Hey.
- [ENGINE STARTS]
I'm looking out for you,
Roscoe. I care about you.
[BOZ SCAGGS: "LOWDOWN"]
Baby's into runnin' around
[EXHALES]
Whoa.
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE]
[DEBBIE] Pull!
[GUNSHOT]
Yow! There she is.
- [CHUCKLES]
- Nice shot.
Damn right. I'm bustin' up more
clay than a Tuscan earthquake.
- [CHUCKLES] I'm Steve Williams.
- Oh.
And I gotta tell you, you
guys put on a better party
than the Charleston branch.
Debbie Shane.
- You're from Charleston?
- Mm-hmm.
How's that son of a
gun Tom Sloane doin'?
Still a son of a gun,
in every way possible.
- [GUNSHOT]
- [LAUGHS] Yeah,
that doesn't surprise me. Pull!
That is how you do it.
Remind me to never get on your bad side.
[LAUGHS] So, what're you
doing in Atlanta, Steve?
- [GUNSHOT]
- Uh, grandmother passed.
Oh.
In between wakes I still
need to get some work done,
so I was gonna use your
office; but when I called
- Excuse me, sir, care for a drink?
- they said you closed shop
- early for this event, so here I am.
- [MAN] Pull!
I'm sorry about your grandma,
but you know what helps clear your head?
- Shooting things.
- Ah.
Guns make me nervous.
But you know what you could do for me?
Is tell me a bit about Axis in Atlanta.
Past few days has me
thinking how life's short,
maybe it's time I shake things
up a bit, transfer offices.
Well, it's a great place to work.
Nice people. What division are you in?
Account services.
But truth be told, I
started out wanting to work
in currency management.
Was hoping to make a run at that again.
Well, that's gonna be tough
to do at our branch, Stevie.
We had a guy handling that for us,
but he picked up and
left about a year ago
and we discontinued the department.
It's kind of niche, you know?
Not that many people do it so
- [GUNSHOT]
- I'm confused.
Your currency manager, what
did you say his name was again?
I didn't. But it was Paul Hubble.
So this Hubble guy quit
the bank a year ago?
Yep. Up and left without so
much as two weeks' notice.
Kind of a dick move if you ask me.
Bottom line, we don't really
do the currency thing anymore.
Pull!
[GUNSHOT]
Be careful.
A wedding ring falls on the
ground, it's up for grabs.
Really? Says who?
The law.
Famous case of Finders v. Keepers.
Never heard of it?
No, ma'am, I haven't.
[CHUCKLES] You're not from around here.
That "ma'am" sounds way
north of the Mason-Dixon.
Boston.
Oh, no.
Well, I'll stay
if you promise not to
bring up the Patriots.
Still don't know how the
Falcons blew that Super Bowl.
At 28-20, you kick the field goal.
- I said don't bring it up.
- [CHUCKLES]
Okay. My bad.
So, what do you do?
Uh, nothing important.
Not recently, anyway.
Cryptic. Cryptic is good.
Sorry. I work in law enforcement.
Wow. And that brought you here?
I'm on a case I can't seem to untangle.
With a rookie I can trust,
and a veteran who I'm not sure I can.
At least not to do the smart thing.
What's your gut say?
Get the hell out of Dodge.
So why are you staying?
Because we're the only ones
who want to make things right.
Seems like a good reason.
Are my questions bothering you?
No. I'm just, uh, not
great at conversation.
But here goes.
Where are you from?
I'm from Marietta, work in cosmetics,
and my instincts are impeccable.
And my instincts tell
me you're a nice guy.
So why don't we find
another bar around here?
One with pool tables and cheaper drinks.
Maybe even a dark corner somewhere
and see where the night takes us?
I'm married, remember?
Me, too.
But when a fella's
marriage is going well,
he doesn't take his ring off for
the world to see in a motel bar.
I'm flattered.
And you're nice, too.
And lovely.
But I'm not your guy.
Okay.
Can't blame a girl for trying.
Good luck, Officer.
[JADE JACKSON: "GOOD TIME GONE"]
Met him at the back
of the bar on Saturday
I said, "I don't drink,"
he bought me one anyway
Sometimes I don't wanna act myself
That night I longed
for something else
Held it in my hands, I took a sip
Two drinks down, cold
whiskey on my lips
He was nothing but
a good time gone
He handed me a cue
To keep me stable
Colors of the rainbow
spinning on the table
Two-dollar bill?
Huh?
[REACHER] Mailmen have
'em 'cause the Treasury
pawns 'em off on the Post Office.
Public doesn't like 'em.
Gambling addicts get 'em
in change at the race track
on account of the
standard two-dollar bet.
I don't see a mailbag.
Something tells me you
wager more than you make
and you could use some extra cash.
Guilty as charged.
You know Tanner Spivey?
He was a regular here.
He's not gonna tell you anything.
Spivey's a friend.
And he don't need anyone
asking about his business.
Find yourself another bar.
Boxer. Southpaw.
Golden Gloves.
You know, the thing about
BOXING: too many rules.
[CHUCKLES, GROANS]
[GRUNTING]
Where's Spivey?
He left town with some Spanish guys.
Real fast. That's all I know.
Yeah, he came on strong
'cause he knew all along
That we'd never have our first
fight, we'd never have a song
He'd be nothing but
a good time gone
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
- [ENGINE STARTS]
- [ENGINE STARTS]
[HOWLIN' WOLF: "SPOONFUL"]
[DOOR ALERT BEEPING]
It could be a spoonful of diamond
It could be a spoonful of gold
Just a little spoon
of your precious love
Satisfy my soul
Men lies about little
Some of 'em cries about little
Some of 'em dies about littles
Everything fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoon
[DOOR ALERT BEEPING]
It could be a spoonful of coffee
Could be a spoonful of tea
[THUNDER CRASHES]
But a little spoon
of your precious love
Good enough for me
Here we go.
- [THUNDER RUMBLING]
- Come on.
Some of 'em dies about that
Some of 'em cries about that
[ENGINE REVVING]
But everything fight
about a spoonful
There you go, stay close.
But not too close.
There you go.
Stay with me, boys.
[ENGINE REVVING]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
He went off-road. To the right.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
It could be a spoonful of water
Save you from the desert sand
But one spoon of
lead from forty-five
Save you from another man
A men lies about that
Some of 'em cries about that
Some of 'em dies about that
Up ahead, to the right.
Everybody fightin' about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon
That spoon
[DOOR ALERT BEEPING]
[THUNDER CRASHING]
[REACHER GRUNTING]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[GRUNTS]
[BEEPS]
[THUNDER CRASHES]
Hello, Spivey.
Shit.
[RICHARD ROSE: "RED TELEPHONE"]
Check into Charlie's, said,
"I wanna escape the heat"
I got problems drip-dripping off me
Don't want a reason to leave
Off the road, I got needs and needs
And I need them met for free
In the room, got a
friend named Juice
And he only knows one speed
So feed me
Feed me
My red telephone
Both eyes closed
Down at Charlie's, they got cages
Wanna stick me in and leave
In the room, got a
friend named Juice
And he only knows one speed
I know you're scared,
- but I'm
- Scared?
It's natural. When someone
has an attempt made on their life
You know I was recruited
by the FBI and Central Intelligence?
Scored a 99th percentile in IQ,
but only an 80% on the psych eval.
You want to know why,
you condescending asshole?
Interpersonal skills?
I lack the ability
to tolerate horseshit.
And this
and this is horseshit!
You think I'm some poor,
scared, little girl?
I'm not scared. I am pissed.
They came into my house
that I fixed up with my money
in the town that my family founded
because they think they are untouchable.
You want a gun?
Uh-huh.
Fine by me.
Gray gave this to me
a couple of years ago.
Wanted to keep it in the family,
and I was the only family he had.
Not what you'd call a subtle weapon.
[ROSCOE] People round here
know I have this thing.
Use it wrong, and it gets back to me.
So don't use it wrong.
I won't let anything happen to it.
Your house isn't safe
anymore; pack your bags.
[PHONE VIBRATES]
Finlay?
Got an ID on the body
that was found with Joe.
We gotta get to the morgue.
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
Are you kiddin' me?
I just told you to be
careful with that thing.
Never trust a weapon you
haven't personally test-fired.
[THUNDER CRASHES]
[THUNDER ROLLING]
[CICADAS BUZZING]
- [ENGINE TURNS OFF]
- [DOOR OPENS]
You two were already working the case?
First thing in the morning?
We were just getting back into town.
From where?
Alabama. Bar closed late,
storm flooded the road.
- You took him out drinking?
- [ROSCOE CLEARS THROAT]
Isn't that the exact opposite
of what I told you to do?
Good thing I did.
Whoever killed the Morrisons
came after us last night.
Broke into my house, carved
a threat into my door;
who knows what they would've
done if I'd been there alone.
They came into your house?
I'm fine.
Let's just see what Jasper has for us.
It's okay.
I had my eye on her.
Here you go. Here you go.
Sorry; I didn't know you were coming.
Once the prints came back,
we got a full run on the man.
Victim's name is Pete Jobling.
Trucker for Southfreight
Shipping, which makes sense,
'cause the test results I got back
showed a little too
much hydrogen sulfide
in his blood gases and tissue;
he spent his whole life on the road,
sniffing other people's
catalytic converters.
43, married, resides in Atlanta
Record's clean except for a 2018 arrest
for a Jacksonville traffic violation
that turned into a disorderly conduct.
Defended by Zacarias
Perez LLP. No conviction.
Zacarias Perez. Here he is.
Oh. Looks fancy.
Not the kind of firm that
defends truck drivers.
Thanks, Jasper.
Hopefully we don't need to
see you again any time soon.
Yeah.
- [PHONE VIBRATING]
- It's a D.C. number.
- Secret Service.
- Hello?
Officer Conklin?
This is Molly Beth Gordon,
Specialized Administrative
Officer with the Secret Service.
I got your message
regarding Joe Reacher.
- I work with him.
- Uh, hi, Molly Beth.
Oh, Joe!
Oh, thank God. Why haven't you
returned my calls? I was so worried.
Ms. Gordon, this is Jack Reacher.
Joe's brother.
Joe's dead.
No.
No, you're wrong.
I'm not.
How?
He was murdered.
We think his death may
be related to his work.
Do you know what Joe was
doing in Margrave, Georgia?
Uh I don't know.
He was, um [SNIFFLES]
He was running a
classified investigation,
I just don't know the details
God. [INHALES]
[SOBBING]
I know it's not the best
time to answer questions,
but we really need your help.
What position did Joe hold
in the Secret Service?
What? He was
Uh, he was, he was the,
he was the director,
he was the director of the
Office of Investigations.
You you didn't know that?
No.
We hadn't spoken in a while.
Was anyone working under him?
No.
No, um [SNIFFLES]
No, he assigned his
current case to himself.
Nobody knew about it.
You did.
We were close.
Molly Beth, um, this is Officer Conklin.
I'm-I'm sorry, we're
almost done, I promise.
Was there a specific division of O.I.
that Joe was heading up?
Uh, yeah, he-he runs
he ran our
anti-counterfeiting department.
Agent Gordon?
Captain Finlay, Chief
Detective, Margrave PD.
Had there been reports
of counterfeiting in the Margrave area?
I I really don't feel like
Can we just talk about
this another time, please?
I know it's hard, and I hate doing this,
considering what we just told you,
but you're our only lead.
On a case it appears Joe died for.
Um Okay. [SNIFFLES]
[EXHALES]
Joe told me that he put a stop
to all domestic counterfeiting
a while ago. Um
He put all these procedures in place;
made it basically impossible
to make anything here
without getting caught.
He was chasing international stuff.
Like South America?
I don't know. Um
I can try to get his files for you.
[REACHER] Thank you.
But hard copies only;
we don't want a digital trail.
Why?
Seems whatever Joe was into,
people were killed over it.
We don't want anything
leading back to you.
We need to keep this quiet.
Shouldn't I tell his superiors?
Absolutely not.
We can't trust the Secret Service?
Joe kept this top secret for a reason.
I believe in my brother's
instincts. Do you?
- Yes.
- [REACHER] Okay, good.
So we tell no one until we
have a better understanding
of what we're dealing with.
Okay. Um
it'll take me a day
or so to copy it all.
That's okay.
[SNIFFLES]
You sound just like him.
We'll talk soon.
[PHONE BEEPS OFF]
Your counterfeiting
guess was right, Reacher.
My bet was guns or sex trafficking.
Well, like you said,
everything comes down to cash.
Counterfeiters just
cut out the middle man.
But multiple murders
over Monopoly money?
People kill over 20 bucks in a wallet.
Imagine what they'd do to
protect a limitless supply.
We don't have to imagine; we've
been to the Morrisons' house.
No way it's a coincidence
Hubble was a currency manager
for Axis Financial's Atlanta branch.
Okay, so we check out where he worked.
I go there midday flashing a badge,
people clam up and lawyer up.
I'll track down some of
the suits after hours.
- Mm.
- But right now,
I need you back in uniform
and at the station house.
Pretend to look for the ex-cons
who killed the Morrisons.
I'm sorry, what?
Teale doesn't know we suspect him,
so we play his game for now.
I'll tell him you found
your house broken into
and you're determined to
find out who's responsible.
So I get to watch Teale
waving his cane like a scepter,
playin' boss; what do you get to do?
I'm going to pay a visit
to that jail guard, Spivey.
Got his address this
morning. Next county over.
I'll come.
'Cause it went so well the last time?
No, you're gonna to go
see Zacarias Perez LLP.
See what you can find out
about Jobling's arrest.
An assignment?
I thought I was not
by employment, appearance,
or lifestyle choice
a cop anymore.
Well, shows you how desperate I am.
So be smart, don't break the law,
and promise me you won't end
up in another holding cell.
No.
[CHUCKLES]
Can't wait till this is over
and that guy's out of our town.
Officer Conklin.
Keeping banker's hours?
I was at the morgue,
getting intel on the
second highway victim.
I made my directive clear.
Those bodies take a backseat
to those of our departed
colleague and his wife.
A cop is dead,
and from what I've heard,
we could've had another.
You holdin' up all right?
Yes, sir.
Though if I had been
home, I would've taken
at least a couple of
those bastards with me.
That's the spirit, kid.
If someone wants to come
after Margrave's finest,
they better be ready for a fight.
Now, I want you focused on
these boys up on the board:
some of the more violent perps
Morrison helped incarcerate.
Aggravated battery,
domestic assault,
armed robbery. Bad men.
Copy that.
I'm in the process of running down
stolen car reports for the whole county.
Figure if an ex-con was gonna
go to a cop's house, he wouldn't risk
using his own ride.
Well, that's good thinkin'.
You keep me posted.
Hmm.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
[QUIETLY] Roscoe?
You were with Finlay this morning?
I was.
And, uh someone came after you?
[SCOFFS] Appears that way.
Could be related to Morrison,
could be teens with a
fucked-up sense of humor.
Yeah. Um
My cousin Charlie's not
picking up her phone.
Paul, either. The whole
family's disappeared.
Just wondering if you
know something I don't.
No.
Do you?
Nope. I'm just trying
to figure out what the
hell's going on around here .
Yeah. Me, too.
I haven't had any
luck, so I'm just gonna
focus on the ex-cons, like Teale said.
You really think that's
the way to go on this?
Good a road as any.
Teale's boss now.
What about Finlay?
Think he might know
something he ain't sharing?
I doubt it.
Everybody in Margrave still
treats him like the new guy.
Yeah. Well, whole town's wound
tighter than jungle gym screws.
I don't know what to tell my wife.
This Reacher guy's
running all over everybody
- like it's
- [TEALE] Stevenson?
A moment.
Yes, sir.
[DOOR CLOSES]
- [CICADAS BUZZING]
- [DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]
Mr. Spivey?
Tanner Spivey?
Mr. Spivey?
[DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]
[SIGHS]
[BEEPS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Alton police!
- You picked the wrong town to rob in.
- Wait!
Those bruises look pretty fresh.
You still feelin' 'em?
A bit.
The accident was just a few days ago.
Well, truth be told, Mr. Doyle
I'm sorry, what was
your first name again?
Uh, Brian.
Truth be told, Brian,
we don't normally
handle auto claims here.
Usually leave that to
the bus bench crowd.
But The Home Depot's got deep pockets
and I intend to get my
hands all the way in 'em,
get you the recovery you deserve.
So, let's start at the beginning.
What was the date that
delivery truck hit you?
There was no truck.
I made up a story so you'd see me.
Now get me your file on Pete Jobling.
Excuse me?
A client you represented
for a traffic violation
and disorderly conduct charge.
His file.
Get it.
I don't know what game
you're playing at here,
but get out of my office.
No.
Excuse me?
Who the hell do you think you are?
A pissed-off drifter
with nothing to lose.
Oh, you want to get
arrested for trespassing?
Pull up Jobling's file. Now.
I will ruin your life
with one phone call.
I'll end your life with one phone.
[GRUNTS]
[CHOKES]
Pull up Jobling's file.
Print it.
Staple.
[GROANS]
Little further.
Here you go.
- Thank you.
- [COUGHING]
Oh.
Don't bother trying to
find out my real name.
Cause any problems,
you'll wish I'd finished strangling you.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[COUGHING]
- [EXHALES]
- [DOOR OPENS]
[SNIFFLES]
- [INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]
[KEYS JANGLING]
[SIGHS]
Listen, man, you should've
told us you were a cop.
Hard to do with a boot in your mouth.
[SNIFFLES]
And it shouldn't make a difference.
[GROANS SOFTLY]
Jesus.
Which one of you assholes did this?
Thought he was a burglar.
How many burglars you know wear suits?
He didn't look like he lived there.
- Are you fuckin' kidding me right now?
- Hey.
Let it go.
We have bigger fights.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
You know, cursing is
a sign of a weak mind
and a weaker character.
But I appreciate you having my back.
Of course.
You hear from Reacher?
We're meeting him at Jolene's.
Said he found something.
Good. 'Cause so did I.
[BLACK JOE LEWIS &
THE HONEYBEARS: "PTP"]
I been doing everything for you
Even took up all day
Well, I guess that
Cops or civilians?
Just Southern hospitality.
How'd it go at the law firm?
Got everything I needed.
How?
Just used the phone.
Two fried chicken
thighs, fried okra, ribs,
collard greens, pole beans,
rice with giblet gravy,
cottage cheese and peaches.
Buttermilk chicken
sandwich with coleslaw.
And for you, spinach
salad. Dressing on the side.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
I was embarrassed ordering that.
How do you eat like that
and still look like you do?
Like this.
So, Roscoe says you found something.
Our dead trucker's employer,
Southfreight Shipping?
They were contracted
to Kliner Industries.
When our trucker got into legal trouble,
Kliner paid his legal fees.
That makes what I came
across even more interesting.
- [REACHER] What's that?
- I searched Spivey's house.
Looks like he left town.
But his landline showed multiple
calls to Kliner Industries.
So, roads are leading to Kliner.
The patron saint of Margrave?
You really think that he
could be counterfeiting?
Who knows? He certainly
has the financial resources
to pull off something of this scale.
Maybe he has those resources
- because he's counterfeiting.
- Mm.
Well, how does Hubble's
bank fit into all this?
Not sure. But I'm gonna
break into Kliner's tonight
and see if I can find
something that connects them.
You can't just sit there
and say you're gonna violate
the Fourth Amendment while you eat okra.
Yes, I can.
- Wanna see me do it again?
- Reacher
I don't know what
we'll find or not find.
Things maybe lead to Kliner.
We're flying blind here,
so somebody's gotta
kick the hornet's nest.
You jeopardize this investigation
if you get evidence that's inadmissible
because it was unlawfully obtained.
You get that busted nose
filling out a warrant
to search Spivey's house?
A man who may have
information regarding a murder
had disappeared.
He didn't return my calls,
so I went to his house.
No answer there, despite
it being mid-afternoon,
and he not reporting to work that day.
I had a reasonable belief
that Spivey could be in danger.
- Mm.
- Exigent circumstances are exceptions
to the warrant requirement.
Exigent circumstances? That's bullshit.
Maybe. But it's legal.
Okay, fine.
I won't break into Kliner's office.
I'll walk in and talk to him. Now.
I'm coming. A man that powerful,
someone's gotta keep a cool head.
[CLEARS THROAT] Okay, I think
I know what's going on here,
but if you two can't play nice,
I'm gonna do what Meemaw used to
and make you sit on the
ground and hold hands.
Okay eat it or clean it up.
Jolene's not your mama.
I gotta go keep tracking
down those rental cars. Bye.
I'm taking those ribs to go.
You hungry?
[QUIETLY] Good boy.
Reacher, what are you doin'?
Owner's been leaving him
out, not giving him water.
What the hell's goin' on here?
This your dog, sir?
It was my uncle's. He
died a few weeks ago.
I didn't want the
mutt, but now I got it.
"It"? What's his name?
It was a barn dog. Got no name.
Now, I told you the other day
to stay the hell out of my yard.
Negligent care of an animal's
a misdemeanor in Margrave.
$500 fine, up to ten days in jail.
Everything going on in this town,
and you're worried about a dog?
This how they policed up in Boston?
Don't make me come
back and cite you, sir.
Reacher, come on.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Not a single security camera.
Maybe Kliner doesn't want a
record of what's going on here.
Captain Finlay, over here.
Right this way. Mr.
Kliner's expecting you.
That was a hell of a lot
of animal feed back there.
It's the South. They all have got cows.
I'll do the talking.
Good. I don't like talking.
A family of skilled marksmen.
Uh, just up here, gentlemen.
I'm not sure I can help you.
I wish I could, but all I
know about these killings
is the gossip from the diner,
which we both know is far from reliable.
Tanner Spivey, and has
himself disappeared,
called your company multiple
times in the last three days.
Pete Jobling, also deceased,
is a former truck driver
for Kliner Industries.
For a company we contracted with.
Be that as it may,
you paid his legal fees for
a minor traffic violation
that escalated into disorderly conduct.
We're just looking
for some clarification
as to your relationship with
these men, if you wouldn't mind.
No. Um
regarding Mr. Jobling,
I ship product all over the country.
Truck drivers drive too fast.
They get all amped up on energy drinks.
It behooves me to keep
lawyers on retainer
to get my drivers back on
the road and keep the wheels
of business literally in motion.
And as for Mr. Spivey, you
said he called my company?
We have a general number
with over a dozen departments.
Perhaps Mr. Spivey has a
buddy on the loading docks?
Maybe they were just making
plans to grab a beer after work.
Perhaps. Or perhaps he was
calling for another reason.
I know you're only doing your job,
and I know you're just
trying to get answers
about your brother's death.
But, if I may speak frankly,
after all I've done for this town,
after all I've invested into it,
I'm a little insulted
to be under suspicion.
More than a little.
My intention was never
to insult you, Mr. Kliner.
That's okay.
I know you've been under a lot of stress
with all that's been happening.
My intention is to conduct my
investigation in any manner I see fit.
And right now, that means finding out
what you may or may not know.
I know you've had some trouble
settling in here, Captain.
I wonder why that is. [CHUCKLES]
Maybe it's because you're a Northerner.
Or maybe it's your fancy education.
Or maybe it's another reason. Hmm?
Anyway, you haven't
exactly ingratiated yourself
to the good folks of Margrave.
I mean, the people of this town,
the other members of
the police department
want to help you; they
want to work with you.
They've told me so themselves.
We all want justice to be done.
But not if you're chasing down theories
without any basis in fact.
Some friendly advice?
This evidence trail you're following?
It's a waste of time for you and for me.
Leave it.
Horatio Finlay.
Excuse me?
My father's name.
Horatio Finlay.
You might think you're
everybody's daddy in this town,
but you're not mine.
You don't tell me what leads
to chase and how to chase them.
So if I may give you
some friendly advice:
if you keep talking to
the cops on my force,
hinder this investigation
in any way, I will put
my fucking foot up your fucking ass
until your heart fucking stops.
I think it's time for
you gentlemen to leave.
[BUTTON BUZZES]
[EXHALES]
You know, cursing is a sign of
weak mind and weaker character.
Shut up.
"You're not my daddy.
Horatio Finlay's my daddy."
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, loosen up.
You did the right thing.
Kliner's a bully.
Bullies need to know
they can be punished, too.
[YOUNG JOE] Don't cry, no matter what.
Don't cry. I don't care
how scared or upset you get,
don't you dare let 'em see you cry.
Boys
I'm gonna get right to it.
We just came from the hospital.
Curtis Bishop had his
face bashed in with this.
His cheekbone was fractured.
He had to have surgery, sutures.
This is a very serious crime.
There were bicycle tracks
leaving Curtis's house.
You know where they led?
Right there. To your bike, Joe.
Joe, did you do this?
"All signs indicate yes."
You're not safe at home anymore.
You need to pack a bag
and bounce around motels
- outside Margrave for a while.
- I'm chief detective.
And Morrison was chief of police,
and his balls are in his stomach now.
Kliner knows you suspect him.
We don't know who to
trust at the station.
Motels. Cash. Fake names.
Travel light.
You mean live like you?
You get used to it.
He's in the back.
What's he doing, packing
his tweed pajamas?
- Probably.
- Jesus.
I don't know what's more depressing,
this or Morrison's place.
You said your family used
to be in farming, right?
Yeah.
How many head of cattle
can a moving truck
full of animal feed take care of?
A lot. Why?
How many head of cattle does
Kliner have on his compound?
I don't know.
Uh, I see 'em when I
drive by his north acreage;
call it a hundred.
Nothing for the size of the land.
I'm gonna ask you again. Why?
I don't know.
He was getting a ton
of feed delivered today.
Organized operation.
Didn't seem like the first
time they were doing it.
It's not like he's
running a commercial farm.
It's Georgia. Lot of folks have cows.
That's what I hear.
Hey. You been here a year?
Who's your decorator, this guy?
Haven't had time to furniture shop.
- We good to go?
- Yeah.
There's a motel right
outside Hickory where
we can stay under the
radar; third exit off 85.
Reacher.
I just want to make sure
we're on the same page
because your punch-to-syllable
ratio is about 1:1.
I'm gonna go get a snack.
Just because it looks like Kliner
might be a part of
all this does not mean
you can just go take him out.
No problem.
- Really?
- A federal agent,
a cop and multiple civilians are dead.
We're not dealing with
a small-scale operation,
this thing's a hydra;
I cut off one head, two
more grow in its place.
There's no justice for Joe in that.
I'm gonna uncover this whole operation,
and then burn it to the ground.
That takes time, which is something
I have in great quantity.
Taking Kliner out's the
last move, not the first.
I'll pretend I didn't hear that.
Pretend whatever you want.
Okay.
So, we have three
viable leads right now:
Hubble, Jobling and Spivey.
Spivey's in the wind, Hubble's
wife doesn't know anything.
But maybe Jobling's wife does.
It's late, but I can
question her tomorrow.
Do whatever you want,
but Spivey's the answer.
I get him to rat on whoever
paid him to kill Hubble,
we know everything. I'm finding him.
Now?
He could've told me
to meet him anywhere.
He picked the Blue Cat.
A place he was comfortable,
was probably a regular.
Maybe some of the other
regulars know where he's hiding.
And neither of you are coming with me.
You'll be made instantly.
You both reek of cop.
I'll meet you in Hickory.
All right, I'll meet you there, too.
I gotta go get some toothpaste
and deodorant and stuff.
I don't know how he lives like this.
Yeah, I gotta make a stop, too. Roscoe?
Be safe.
Oh, watch out. Keep bein' nice like that
and you're gonna be making
friends around here in no time.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[EXHALES]
[ENTRY BELL CHIMES]
Get off my truck.
You been with that
Reacher guy a lot lately.
Did he tell you all about himself?
Or is there not much talking going on?
Your mama teach you the way to
a girl's heart is stalking her?
I wouldn't have to resort to this
if you would ever go out with me.
But some outlier strolls in,
next thing I hear,
you guys are best pals.
Five years ago the Kliners
were outliers. Now move.
If you guys are so close, he must've
told you about Baghdad, right?
'Bout those civilians that he killed.
And how his connections got him off?
The charges disappeared,
but nothing goes away
completely, not these days.
Jack Reacher's a murderer.
If you don't let me
into my truck right now,
I'm gonna have you facedown
on the hood in handcuffs.
[QUIETLY] Maybe I'd like that.
- Hey.
- [ENGINE STARTS]
I'm looking out for you,
Roscoe. I care about you.
[BOZ SCAGGS: "LOWDOWN"]
Baby's into runnin' around
[EXHALES]
Whoa.
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE]
[DEBBIE] Pull!
[GUNSHOT]
Yow! There she is.
- [CHUCKLES]
- Nice shot.
Damn right. I'm bustin' up more
clay than a Tuscan earthquake.
- [CHUCKLES] I'm Steve Williams.
- Oh.
And I gotta tell you, you
guys put on a better party
than the Charleston branch.
Debbie Shane.
- You're from Charleston?
- Mm-hmm.
How's that son of a
gun Tom Sloane doin'?
Still a son of a gun,
in every way possible.
- [GUNSHOT]
- [LAUGHS] Yeah,
that doesn't surprise me. Pull!
That is how you do it.
Remind me to never get on your bad side.
[LAUGHS] So, what're you
doing in Atlanta, Steve?
- [GUNSHOT]
- Uh, grandmother passed.
Oh.
In between wakes I still
need to get some work done,
so I was gonna use your
office; but when I called
- Excuse me, sir, care for a drink?
- they said you closed shop
- early for this event, so here I am.
- [MAN] Pull!
I'm sorry about your grandma,
but you know what helps clear your head?
- Shooting things.
- Ah.
Guns make me nervous.
But you know what you could do for me?
Is tell me a bit about Axis in Atlanta.
Past few days has me
thinking how life's short,
maybe it's time I shake things
up a bit, transfer offices.
Well, it's a great place to work.
Nice people. What division are you in?
Account services.
But truth be told, I
started out wanting to work
in currency management.
Was hoping to make a run at that again.
Well, that's gonna be tough
to do at our branch, Stevie.
We had a guy handling that for us,
but he picked up and
left about a year ago
and we discontinued the department.
It's kind of niche, you know?
Not that many people do it so
- [GUNSHOT]
- I'm confused.
Your currency manager, what
did you say his name was again?
I didn't. But it was Paul Hubble.
So this Hubble guy quit
the bank a year ago?
Yep. Up and left without so
much as two weeks' notice.
Kind of a dick move if you ask me.
Bottom line, we don't really
do the currency thing anymore.
Pull!
[GUNSHOT]
Be careful.
A wedding ring falls on the
ground, it's up for grabs.
Really? Says who?
The law.
Famous case of Finders v. Keepers.
Never heard of it?
No, ma'am, I haven't.
[CHUCKLES] You're not from around here.
That "ma'am" sounds way
north of the Mason-Dixon.
Boston.
Oh, no.
Well, I'll stay
if you promise not to
bring up the Patriots.
Still don't know how the
Falcons blew that Super Bowl.
At 28-20, you kick the field goal.
- I said don't bring it up.
- [CHUCKLES]
Okay. My bad.
So, what do you do?
Uh, nothing important.
Not recently, anyway.
Cryptic. Cryptic is good.
Sorry. I work in law enforcement.
Wow. And that brought you here?
I'm on a case I can't seem to untangle.
With a rookie I can trust,
and a veteran who I'm not sure I can.
At least not to do the smart thing.
What's your gut say?
Get the hell out of Dodge.
So why are you staying?
Because we're the only ones
who want to make things right.
Seems like a good reason.
Are my questions bothering you?
No. I'm just, uh, not
great at conversation.
But here goes.
Where are you from?
I'm from Marietta, work in cosmetics,
and my instincts are impeccable.
And my instincts tell
me you're a nice guy.
So why don't we find
another bar around here?
One with pool tables and cheaper drinks.
Maybe even a dark corner somewhere
and see where the night takes us?
I'm married, remember?
Me, too.
But when a fella's
marriage is going well,
he doesn't take his ring off for
the world to see in a motel bar.
I'm flattered.
And you're nice, too.
And lovely.
But I'm not your guy.
Okay.
Can't blame a girl for trying.
Good luck, Officer.
[JADE JACKSON: "GOOD TIME GONE"]
Met him at the back
of the bar on Saturday
I said, "I don't drink,"
he bought me one anyway
Sometimes I don't wanna act myself
That night I longed
for something else
Held it in my hands, I took a sip
Two drinks down, cold
whiskey on my lips
He was nothing but
a good time gone
He handed me a cue
To keep me stable
Colors of the rainbow
spinning on the table
Two-dollar bill?
Huh?
[REACHER] Mailmen have
'em 'cause the Treasury
pawns 'em off on the Post Office.
Public doesn't like 'em.
Gambling addicts get 'em
in change at the race track
on account of the
standard two-dollar bet.
I don't see a mailbag.
Something tells me you
wager more than you make
and you could use some extra cash.
Guilty as charged.
You know Tanner Spivey?
He was a regular here.
He's not gonna tell you anything.
Spivey's a friend.
And he don't need anyone
asking about his business.
Find yourself another bar.
Boxer. Southpaw.
Golden Gloves.
You know, the thing about
BOXING: too many rules.
[CHUCKLES, GROANS]
[GRUNTING]
Where's Spivey?
He left town with some Spanish guys.
Real fast. That's all I know.
Yeah, he came on strong
'cause he knew all along
That we'd never have our first
fight, we'd never have a song
He'd be nothing but
a good time gone
[CRICKETS CHIRPING]
- [ENGINE STARTS]
- [ENGINE STARTS]
[HOWLIN' WOLF: "SPOONFUL"]
[DOOR ALERT BEEPING]
It could be a spoonful of diamond
It could be a spoonful of gold
Just a little spoon
of your precious love
Satisfy my soul
Men lies about little
Some of 'em cries about little
Some of 'em dies about littles
Everything fight about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoon
[DOOR ALERT BEEPING]
It could be a spoonful of coffee
Could be a spoonful of tea
[THUNDER CRASHES]
But a little spoon
of your precious love
Good enough for me
Here we go.
- [THUNDER RUMBLING]
- Come on.
Some of 'em dies about that
Some of 'em cries about that
[ENGINE REVVING]
But everything fight
about a spoonful
There you go, stay close.
But not too close.
There you go.
Stay with me, boys.
[ENGINE REVVING]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[TIRES SCREECHING]
He went off-road. To the right.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
It could be a spoonful of water
Save you from the desert sand
But one spoon of
lead from forty-five
Save you from another man
A men lies about that
Some of 'em cries about that
Some of 'em dies about that
Up ahead, to the right.
Everybody fightin' about a spoonful
That spoon, that spoon
That spoon
[DOOR ALERT BEEPING]
[THUNDER CRASHING]
[REACHER GRUNTING]
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
[GRUNTS]
[BEEPS]
[THUNDER CRASHES]
Hello, Spivey.
Shit.
[RICHARD ROSE: "RED TELEPHONE"]
Check into Charlie's, said,
"I wanna escape the heat"
I got problems drip-dripping off me
Don't want a reason to leave
Off the road, I got needs and needs
And I need them met for free
In the room, got a
friend named Juice
And he only knows one speed
So feed me
Feed me
My red telephone
Both eyes closed
Down at Charlie's, they got cages
Wanna stick me in and leave
In the room, got a
friend named Juice
And he only knows one speed