Jack Reacher: Never Go Back Page #4

Get in.

God that place was ridiculous.

That place changed my life.

Sorry about the phone.

Go. - I did some digging about ParaSource.

Some of their boys got into trouble in

Afghanistan.

And lost some big government contracts

word is their in financial trouble.

Why does he get to have a phone?

- Daniel Prudhomme. - You need to be quiet.

Okay, sorry. Daniel Prudhomme. Keep going.

The contractor her guys talked to.

He lives in New Orleans.

He disappeared right after he was interrogated.

Hitched a ride back home to his wife and kids.

New Orleans is Parasource's home base. They

know he's back and their looking for him.

- We're going to New Orleans.

- Sir, something else. - Yes?

Colonel Morgan was killed.

Your prints were found

on the murder weapon.

I appreciate your help, sergeant.

We need to find Prudhomme before

Parasource gets a hold of him.

There's an airport at Norfolk.

- We need credit cards. - And ID's.

American Express?

Visa? Discovery?

Daddy is so happy with my SAT's and

extracurricular activity.

He's taking us all to New Orleans.

Unless you want me to shut up!

You little sh*t.

Sure about this?

- No. - Want me to do?

No.

Tan jacket.

Yeah.

- Sorry excuse me. - No problem.

Enjoy the flight.

Your seat is in an emergency exit row.

[intercom] Please review the responsibilities

for the emergency exit seating...

..on the back of the safety information

card located in the pocket in front of you.

Haven't flown before?

Uh.

Here.

- You're kidding.

- Don't want you puking on me.

I'm not going to puke.

Good.

So, how long have you been in the army for?

- oh, 10 years. - Oh wow.

- What's your rank? - Major.

So, if you give a guy orders?

He has to obey? Like fast?

Yeah.

And if he tries messing with you, you

know like, all kinds of moves, right?

- a few. - that's badass.

Could I learn some?

Sure.

- You're not married, right? - No.

Are you gay? I'ts totally cool,

I know tons of lesbians.

No. I'm not gay.

I thought all lady soldiers are gay.

Well, some are. Some aren't.

Like out in the real world.

So, is Reacher your boyfriend?

No. - Friends with benefits.

- And no. - You mean no, you don't want to.

Or, no he doesn't want to, or no

not yet, you guys haven't really.

Alright, I see how it is.

My dad was military.

Really?

Never met him.

He left before I was born.

Where was he stationed?

Around DC, I guess.

What was his name?

- Candy won't talk about him. - Candy? - My mom.

- Oh.

Just says he was a big

hero, and a total a**hole.

[intercom] We're beginning our descent so if you

need to use the lavatory you should do it now.

I'll be right back.

It's the haircut.

All you contractors go to the same barber?

Check it?

Oh, he's not feeling well. You

might want to use this one.

Go.

Took 2 more of your pieces off the board.

They were the B team.

Who are you, JSOC? SEAL team?

Something like that.

When'd you get back?

I'm not sure I ever did.

Don't you miss it?

- Not a bit. - I think you do, drifter.

People like us.

We can never go back to the world.

We hurt people.

And the people around us get hurt.

Leave Turner to me. Walk away now,

and I won't hurt the little girl.

You coming to New Orleans?

I'm thinking about it.

- Look me up. - I will.

Go! Go!

- Here. - Go, go, go!

Wait! Wait! Wait, wait!

No!

Now, you're going to

tell me what's going on.

Or the first chance I get,

I'm going to scream...

or grab a policeman!

- Okay, look. - We're protecting you.

- I found out that .. - Look you don't ..

- Can you stop? - Just ..

- Some people were stealing from the government.

- Stealing what?

- At this point, the less you

know, the better. - Bullshit!

I got us the credit card, okay? You wouldn't

have even gotten on that plane without it.

They're after me too.

Why?

You need to tell her.

They think you're my daughter.

Haha ha.

That's funny.

- You're not my father. - How do you know?

Well, why would you think you are?

Because your mother filed a paternity

suit with the Army claiming I was.

All we have available is a lovely 2 bedroom

suite. 350 dollars a night, will that do.

Yes, can I pay with cash?

So are you going to take a DNA test?

Little busy right now.

I got to tell you something.

You're going to get angry.

This whole thing is my fault.

How is that?

I was the one who made her

file the paternity thing.

Thought maybe she could

get something out of it.

Money, child support. Help her get her life

together.

She's doing better since she got out.

Got a job.

Wish she could get a little house.

You mad.

You can see it in your face.

- I am not mad. - Yes you are.

You think I'm your kid so you have

to worry about protecting me.

Yeah.

- So? - So, I don't want to be here.

So you don't want me here.

So I should just leave.

Okay. Where are you going to go?

Oh my God.

Yes, understood. You're messing with me.

- And I just .. food. it's just ..

- I'm sorry.

- Oh, God. - Thank you.

- Im starving. thanks. - Yes.

She's out.

Our dinner date.

The champagne is still chilling.

I knew you we're the romantic type.

Sure after those phone calls. What

exactly did you think would happen?

I thought, a nice dinner. Maybe some wine.

And,... after dinner?

Back to your place. Right?

As opposed to your seedy motel.

Never underestimate the

charm of a seedy motel.

I could see the appeal.

What do you say we look for a seedy

motels after I find Prudhomme?

I'll go with you.

Only one of us should go.

So I'll go.

No, somebody needs to stay here with her.

What? Because I'm a woman? I should be the

babysitter?

I don't know how to be the babysitter.

- You think that I do? - Yes.

You know I have had to put up with

this crap my entire career ..

Forget the d*ckheads who think that they can paw me, it's every

male officer.. - hey excuse me, - who thinks that he's smarter...

- hey you've been relieved of command.. - tougher and more capable

than I am. - Hey I was the commanding.. -And the last I've heard..

- officer here. - you are a fugitive from

military justice. - So are you.

So we're both criminals.

I'm going.

Its a bad idea Major.

Thank you.

Mrs. Prudhomme.

Look. I told you people I

don't know where he is. Okay?

- Miss Prudhomme. I'm an MP.

- He's done with all of that.

It's for his own protection.

He needs my help.

Yeah, well. He needs all

the help he can get...

- for damn sure.

- Does he have any friends?

Places? Places he hangs out.

Any place there's dope is where?

Do you have a photo?

Yeah.

Can burn it for all I care.

- [good evening.]

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.

Where's Turner?

Really?

If you were going to kill me,

you would have done it by now.

No we're not going to kill you.

Not until you beg for it.

And you're going to beg.

Left or right?

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