Reacher

Grew up in the military,

worked in the military. Always told where to go,

when to be there. I want to see my country

on my own terms. Motels,

cash, fake names, travel light.

You get used to it.

So far, a run on his prints has been clean,

but something could still turn up.

No driver's license,

mortgage, insurance claims.

No online profile at all.

The only proof Jack Reacher exists is the fact

that he's sitting in that room.

Took out a few men in the course of your duties.

All ruled good kills.

Commanded the 110th

Special Investigations Unit of the Military Police.

100,000 years ago,

there were people who stayed by the campfire

and people who wandered.

I'm pretty sure I'm a direct descendant

of the wandering type.

It's just who I am.

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What am I supposed to do with these?

Wash them and sell them. You're a thrift store.

You buying anything?

What I'm wearing.

Jeans, T-shirt, jacket, socks, boxers.

$22.

Eleven. - Yeah, Doug was supposed

to take that down a few days ago. It's $22.

If you knew they were supposed to come down,

why didn't you do it? - 'Cause it's Doug's job.

There's an ATM across the street.

I'll leave you my passport so you know I'm not running off.

Don't care if you do.

This job is shit.

Sorry, I have to make another withdrawal.

Don't turn around. I can help you.

Keep taking out money.

That minivan to my left... that yours?

Yes.

Just for clarity, you've been carjacked, right?

My child is in the back seat.

Gun?

Yes.

Stay here.

This won't take long.

Come on...

Your mom better hurry the fuck up, kid,

or this is gonna go bad for both of you.

Hi.

Want to see your mom? - It's okay.

It's okay.

Come here. It's okay. I mean, I'm here.

Oh, baby.

That guy will be out for a while.

Go in the bank, call the cops, give them these.

Gun's in the car. - Wait.

Who are you?

Someone who prefers not getting involved.

Here's $30.

Need a new jacket.

What's wrong with the one you just bought?

It has blood on it.

Can I use your phone?

I just got a message from a friend.

"Tammi Cates"?

Let me guess. Bank teller,

diner waitress, thrift shop cashier?

Third one. I got your message.

110th. 10-30.

A distress call.

Distress call and airfare.

I need you to come to New York ASAP.

Why?

Calvin Franz was murdered.

I'll let you know when I land.

Major Reacher.

Hello, sir.

Just Reacher.

I didn't tell you to bring anything.

Oh, um, just some office supplies,

in case there was any start-up paperwork needed to be done.

I hate paperwork. - That's okay,

I don't mind doing any clerical there might be, sir.

Reacher. - Uh, r-right. Reacher.

Um, I hope you don't mind my asking,

what exactly am I doing here?

Want out already, Franz? - No, sir.

Um, Reacher. Uh, no.

I-I don't. I'm just curious is all.

Saw you a few weeks ago by your barracks.

Stopped a couple soldiers from beating the hell

of each other over a stolen care package from home.

Last cookie in the box, actually.

One cookie?

Yeah. - Even dumber.

Bottom line, you negotiated a fair settlement,

cracked a few jokes, de-escalated the conflict.

Got a decent head on you.

Might come in handy.

Okay, I got to ask, what the hell kind of unit

did Major Reacher put together here, huh?

We got a bean counter from Accounting Services,

a gas jockey from bulk fuel,

we got Dave Matthews,

Grandpa Moses and, uh,

a couple of guys from, uh... where y'all from?

I've seen you in Requisitions, right?

We've got names.

Sanchez and Orozco.

Which one's Orozco?

And who are you, besides a guy who talks too much?

David O'Donnell.

And no offense, Pops, but, uh, why are you here?

Isn't there a CBS drama you're missing?

Lowrey won the Army Marksmanship competition

six times, both pistol and rifle class.

I've got a rule.

Plans go to hell soon as first shot's been fired,

so your first shot better be your best shot.

I'm the only non-Marine to win

the USMC 1,000 Yard Invitational, and I still know

Lowrey gives us our best first shot.

You think this unit's gonna come under a lot of fire?

Maybe.

Then why'd you grab a bunch of people

with no police experience, Major Reacher?

Reacher. - Reacher.

Sorry.

Army wanted a unit for particularly

complex matters when they arose.

To do that, I need special investigators, not generic MPs.

If we're so special, why did they stick us in this dump?

I mean, what is up with this place?

Few years ago, Uncle Sam made an auction bid

for some land down the road.

Entered the address backwards and became the proud owners

of this building and the contents

of the now-defunct Callahan Insurance Agency.

But you're right.

Place could work a little better.

Straighten up these boxes, move these old tanker desks

to the middle of the room.

Let's go. You don't have to call me "Major,"

but you do have to move your ass when I say so.

Get to it.

Go backwards.

Okay, you want me to go backwards?

I'm going backwards. - Go back.

Lift with your legs, man!

No one lifts with their legs. - On three. One, two, three, go.

You're doing it wrong.

I'm doing it exactly how you told me to.

You think we're actually gonna be able to work together?

No idea.

But I could use a beer.

Tell them I'm buying.

Reacher.

Neagley.

Thanks for ordering.

Still steam coming off the cup.

Tracked the plane online, saw it landed early,

you don't check bags and I adjusted for traffic.

Had the coffee poured 90 seconds ago.

Food's been there three minutes.

Appreciated.

Where'd you get this?

I'm a PI. I can get things.

Been a minute since Margrave.

Been two years, seven months, 19 days.

You look good.

I look the same.

You looked good two years, seven months,

19 days ago, so, yeah.

You look the same.

You look... road-worn.

Yep.

So, Franz.

Give me the Cliff Notes.

Went missing after leaving his home in Brooklyn

about a week or so ago.

Body was found in the Catskill Mountains.

Whole force up there is, like, 20 cops.

And since Franz disappeared in the city,

NYPD's taking the lead.

How'd you find out?

Got a call from Angela.

Franzy's widow.

Franz was married? - Yeah.

Fun wedding. Chocolate fountain.

He had a son, too.

What? Life moves on when you're away, big fella.

What else? - Franz left me a few messages

in the days before his disappearance.

Said he wanted to bounce some stuff off of me

about a case he was chasing down.