Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...wish you would call me back.

From the looks of it, your jacket.

'cause I was arrested for murder.

near where the body was found.

♪ Yes, I felt my pain ♪

♪ Yeah, you got plastic boots ♪

♪ Shinin' just like gold ♪

- By who? - Some guard.

♪ Yeah, you got speed-freak jive, now ♪

♪ Yeah, you got satin shoes ♪

- [sighs] - They're still good. [grunts]

Had a passport on him, though.

[Roscoe] I don't get it.

Interlock your fingers! Interlock your fingers!

to get your pension, so you can afford a proper Southern suit,

[indistinct radio chatter]

even white folks.

You owe us a pair of glasses.

[Reacher] One hell of a town it is.

Totally different profile from your professional shooter.

you're recently divorced,

Didn't know my mother had just turned it off.

[Roscoe] No. Enough.

Yeah, me neither.

I asked the driver to do me a favor.

and who has the knowledge and training to murder someone

You always so confident in your theories?

In an investigation, details matter.

Legion of Merit, Soldier's Medal,

Lives in Margrave, works in Atlanta.

You look like hell.

Anything you want to share besides your riveting company?

You're also about 40,

with people that look nothing like you.

His grandson's our mayor.

In an investigation, details matter

I-I don't know.

with my brother Joe a while back.

[Reacher] First victim was allergic to latex.

You know anything about that?

Hell, no wonder Sharon left you.

If you boys knew what's about to happen to you, you'd leave now.

They might try to kill me as soon as I'm bailed out.

You ruined my trip here.

- [two silenced gunshots] - [body thuds]

It was, uh... self-defense.

a bit about Blind Blake's time in Margrave.

Thinking about him lying in that morgue.

What the hell does that mean?

He didn't talk to me the whole time we were in there.

I never said it did.

See, you're in my house, fatso, and you didn't ask permission.

Way past 2:00. I drove them home.