Gangster Bullies Innocent Maid, Gets Instant Karma | Reacher Season 3 (Alan Ritchson)

Reacher. Yeah. You guys okay? We're good. Thanks for saving my a** today. I owe you. Saving the life of a good person is a pretty low bar for praise. Next moves? Billy's back at the cabin getting his car. We're gonna split up to cover more ground, check on some of the addresses from Angel Doll's laptop. You wrote them down? Why would I do that? They were on a laptop. Good point. We remembered about five of them. I'm gonna hit a place that makes storage crates. Figure they use them to move the rugs. Billy's gonna run down some kind of industrial lubricant plant? I have no idea what that's for, but from what I can find online, it looks like a legit operation that Quinn might buy product from for some reason. Those guys could be waiting for you now that Quinn knows Feds are snooping around. We've got no choice. Their location's been compromised, so they'll have to move Teresa. If we're lucky, maybe we catch them in the act. And if we do, I'm taking them out. Sounds like a plan. Anything else? Yeah. I have your badge. I didn't notice I'd lost it. Give it back to me next time I see you. Reacher! I gotta go. Reacher, where the hell are you? What the hell were you doing behind there? Had to take a piss. I have nine bathrooms inside this house. Yeah. I thought it was outside. I just got a call from McCabe. Were those guys really Feds? Not sure. Harley got a better look than I did. Well, McCabe sent two of his men over here. They're in the kitchen now. It's your house. You don't like it? Tell them to leave. It doesn't work that way. McCabe isn't screwing around. First, the angel doll bulls— and now these Feds. He's on edge and pissed. Two things you don't want that guy to be. You're my head of security. Do your f— job. I've heard things have been tough lately. Don't worry, princess. Calgary's here. Hot as hell. Black as pitch. Thank you. You like the coffee? It's okay. It's from a feline s—hole. Some posh brand Zachary likes. They feed coffee beans to cats, then dig through the litter box after they pass them through. What for? Something in their digestive system improves the taste. It tastes like coffee. I want to leave the cat out of it. You owe me 20 bucks. I told you. You don't like s—. Speaking of s—, I've never been so jealous of a fork in my life. You like cream? I know where you can get some more. What's up, ma'am? What'd she say? She said the cream came from your mother. Probably because she's a big, fat cow. She's funny, though. You have any thoughts on dessert? No, man. I got diabetes.