"You're the one piece that just didn't fit" | Everything you need to see before Jack Reacher 3

What did you learn about the victims.

What more do you want?

They were five innocent people senselessly murdered.

I'm sorry. Could you please put a shirt on?

This is my shirt.

You lose your luggage?

I don't have any luggage.

What was I saying?

- Five innocent people. - Murdered at random, yes.

You know how many people die in this country every year?

Two and a half million.

That means every day,

roughly 7,000 average Americans wake up for the last time.

Last Friday, five of them converged on a single spot and died together.

Is that random?

What else would you call it?

Well, take Darren and Nancy. Odds are they were having an affair.

Excuse me?

You don't buy roses for your wife on the way to work.

You buy them on the way home.

And you don't worry about a charge showing up on your credit card

when your anniversary is that weekend.

Unless it's the gift you're hiding.

And that's why she kept walking

while everyone else ran.

You can't prove that.

How hard would it be? Cell phones, e-mails.

All it takes is someone willing to dig.

What's your point exactly?

My point is that two of the victims weren't there strictly by chance.

I need a list of Barr's known associates.

There isn't one. He didn't have any.

He's a classic loner. He didn't even talk to his neighbors.

He was a quiet man. Never bothered anyone.

Yeah, exactly.

- You have his credit card statement? - I can get it. Why?

I need the list of all the places he hung out.

Bars, bowling alleys, strip clubs,

gun ranges.

Anywhere someone would remember him.

What do we hope to find?

I need some sleep.

You, too.

You don't really think I'm gonna...

Be back to pick me up at 7:00.

Yep. Absolutely.

Six inches right.

That's your mulligan, Mr. Ward. Play ball!

Let's go.

You're a little rusty, Mr. Reacher.

I saw a man by that name shoot for the Wimbledon Cup,

what, ten years ago.

And I'm pretty sure you never played second base for the Yankees

in 1925.

Now,

I'll answer one question.

Who's your best shooter?

James Barr.

I pulled all these down as soon as I heard about the shooting.

That's the best shot

I ever seen this side of civilian life.

Suppose I told you Barr wasn't this good on his best day in the Army.

I handed out those targets myself. That's my scrawl on every one.

Do you hang them downrange, too?

What, are you serious?

I'm saying it's possible that Barr had a friend.

One who switched the targets on the range.

Maybe Barr let him.

Made him feel like King Shit having his name up on your wall.

I never saw one real shooter who would do that for his own mother.

Unless he was framing his mother for multiple murder

and using your range to do it.

Barr didn't come alone, did he?

You know, one of these nuts is likely to kill you, they find that camera, there.

Hell, the camera's there

‘cause one of these nuts is likely to kill me.

There's Barr.

I always liked him. Always liked him.

There.

Him.

That son of a bitch.

I know you're in there, Emerson.

It was staring me right in the face.

The one piece that just didn't fit.

The quarter.

Nobody would have thought to dump that meter.

Not even me.

Move.

(GRUNTING)

GUARD: Open BA201.

Ma'am, these men are here to transfer you.

Who are they?

TURNER: I asked you a question.

Who are they?

Are you gonna answer me?

(GROANING)

Reacher?

Halt!

Stand down!

These men are here to kill you.

- They killed Moorcroft. - Wait, what?

Last night, in his apartment.

And now they're gonna kill you.

Soldier! You know who I am!

I need you to stand down!

You've been relieved of command, ma'am.

Turner, no time.

I'm being held here without cause.

It is your right to counter...

That soldier was under my command!

We don't have time for this.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Get his badge and his papers.

I left explicit orders for you to stay away.

- Orders? You "ordered" me? - Yes.

I knew you'd do something like this.

Don't make me regret it.

Espin? What'd you do to him?

REACHER: He'll be fine.

- This is insane. - Does this mean dinner's off?

(DOOR BUZZING)

- Act angry. - l am angry.

Prisoner transfer.

LIEUTENANT SULLIVAN: Lieutenant Sullivan coming in.

GUARD: Open BA211.

GUARD: Hey, wait a second! REACHER: Move!

(DOOR BUZZING)

TURNER: His keys! Give me his keys!

What kind of car would my lawyer be driving?

A black sedan.

(SIREN BLARING)

FEMALE MP: Survey the perimeter!

MALE MP: Secure the service lot!

(CAR HONKING)

MP1: Move! Move! Close in! MP2: Let's go!

Food truck.

Clear!

They're in the food truck!

Stop that truck! Go, go, go, go!

Go, go!

LEAD MP: Get them out of that truck!

Clear!

So now I'm a fugitive from justice.

And a traitor to your country, don't forget that.

Why do I feel like you're enjoying this?

You have a very interesting way of saying thank you.

Were those men really going to kill me?

Thank you.

- Everybody out! - Let's go!

- Out! - Move!

(CLATTERING)

TURNER: Come on! Go, go!

I got this door.

(PANTING)

(CLANG)

(GRUNTING)

Stay back! Stay back!

No, don't. Stay back!

Police! Freeze!

Drop your weapon.

Sir, I said drop your weapon.

I'm military police!

(COUGHS) He's not a cop!

OFFICER: Sir, drop your weapon!

I'm military police.

Sir, I need you to drop your weapon.

Listen, I know what this looks like.

OFFICER: Sir, turn around and let me see your hands!

I'm putting my weapon down. Listen to me.

I'm military police.

These two are fugitives of the United States Army.

I understand. I'm turning around.

Place your hands behind your head. Now!

My identification's in my right front pocket.

Will you just check it?

Just check.

(OFFICER GROANS)

(PANTING)

(SIRENS BLARING)

Go! Move, move! Go!

You followed me in here.

That was a mistake.

And you didn't think we were watching the wife.

That was a mistake.

Maybe.

So how do you want to do this?

How about one at a time? I get a baseball bat.

(CHUCKLES)

Where's Turner?

Really?

If you were gonna kill me, you would have done it by now.

Oh, we're not gonna kill you.

Not until you beg for it.

And you're gonna beg.

Left or right?

Turner's gonna call me in two minutes.

If I don't answer, if I don't pick up, if I sound distressed,

she's in the wind.

You're bluffing.

Go for it.