Reacher

Grew up in the military, worked in the military.

Always told where to go, when to be there.

Now I see my country on my own terms.

Motels, cash, fake names. Travel light.

Mostly I take buses or hitchhike. You get used to it.

Commanded the 110th

Special Investigations Unit of the Military Police.

You refer to these special investigators

as your team?

They're soldiers. You need new friends.

But you know we're more than that, right?

Hundred thousand 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.

I don't care about process, just product.

And this product emotes feelings.

Hey, man, greatest song on the subject of water.

Ocean, river, stream, it doesn't matter.

It's gotta be "Surfin' Safari," right? So?

"Surfin' Safari's" a rip-off of Chuck Berry's "Sweet Little Sixteen,"

so that knocks it out on principle.

Oh, man.

Solid answer. What can I do for you?

Your sign says you buy vinyl.

Ethel Merman Disco Album.

-Are you shitting me? -But this is a college town.

Some hipster will buy 'em to be ironic.

No...

What the hell?

Oh. Oh, no! No, no, no, no, no!

Okay.

-Okay... -

- -

- -

-No. Please? -I'm not gonna hurt you.

-Get in. -Well, I...

They may have backup on the way.

Hey!

You shot a cop.

I didn't know.

-I thought he was pulling a gun. -

-We got to go. Now! -What?

Why are people trying to kidnap you?

Campus police?

-Are you shitting me? -Pull over.

I killed a cop with an illegal gun!

Well, it was an accident.

I'm not explaining my way out of this.

Get down!

Look out!

Hang on.

- -Oh!

You could have killed 'em!

I slowed 'em enough to limit the impact.

But I bet they called the real cops.

I got to find a new ride.

Uh...

We're only a few miles from campus.

There could be more kidnappers coming up right behind us.

You're gonna steal it?

Parked out back with a sun shade?

Probably belongs to an employee who won't notice it's missing

till tonight.

Gives me a head start.

Keep an eye out.

Aah. Hey, where'd you learn to do all this stuff?

Steal cars, drive like that?

-Shoot people? -Army.

Other stuff I picked up here and there.

You got a phone?

Uh, why?

So you can call for a ride.

Tell 'em you're in shock and can't remember what I look like.

What? No! You can't just leave me here.

What if those guys find me?

What am I supposed to do? Take you to the cops?

I can't do that after what I did.

So then take me home.

- -No.

Done enough for you for one day.

I got to disappear.

Please.

I'm a drifter who used an unlicensed gun to kill a cop.

I'm not taking any chances.

I'm getting lost.

My dad's rich.

And connected. He can... he can help you.

Why would he do that?

Well, you saved his son.

That cop was an accident. Right?

So, look, he'll j... he'll just be grateful

that you kept me from getting kidnapped again.

-Again? -First time was five years ago.

That what happened to your ear?

They wanted to make a point.

-'Cause your dad wouldn't pay the ransom? -Yeah.

After he got my ear in the mail, he paid.

Not as bad as you did.

Kidnapping is a rare crime in this country.

Pretty unlucky it almost happened to you twice.

What does your father do for a living?

Imports rugs.

That all he imports?

He's just a rug merchant.

But he's got generational wealth, and that makes me a target.

So the guy who got blown up in your car wasn't your driver.

-He was your bodyguard. -Yeah.

Tell your dad to hire a better one next time.

Guy who took a run at you was a pro.

If it hadn't been for me, it would have worked.

Okay, so then, take me home

and let my dad repay you for what you did.

Y-You want to disappear? You-you need money? He has money.

Please.

You got a name, kid?

Richard. Richard Beck.

-Get in, Richard. -

-Get out of the car. - Yeah, it's all right, Paulie.

I talked to my dad and told him we were coming.

I don't give a shit.

Get out.

No.

Just let him do it.

-He's rude. -Please.

You know what I'm hoping to find?

More HGH and a hypodermic needle?

A reason to kick your ass, shithead.

And maybe you just gave it to me.

Uh...

His-his gun is in the glove compartment, Paulie.

Here, just take it.

Why is it empty?

Because I shot all the bullets.

Lot of security for a rug merchant.

I told you. He's rich.

Your dad's employees always

talk like that to his son's friends?

Paul Van Hoven does whatever he wants.

Yeah. Oh, are... are you hungry?

Sure.

I'll make him a plate.

I can just take that one on the counter.

That's not for you. And you don't have time to eat.

Beck wants to see you.

Office is upstairs, down the hall and to the right.

Uh, I can show you.

No. He wants to see him alone.

And that's Chapman Duke, head of security.

Why is he eating outside?

Who knows? But you better do what he says.

Mr. Reacher.

Just... Reacher.

Noted.

I'm Zachary Beck.

You had some morning.

I bet you could use a drink.

This is 50-year-old Macallan.

I only open it for my top business associates...

and people who save my son's life.

Suit yourself.

Have a seat there.