Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hubble's had been smashed. He was the target, not me.

Whoever's running this had Morrison under his thumb.

Don't screw up and don't cross us.

Going straight for the Clark Bar.

Like whoever killed my brother.

I’ve heard it said that…

You'll find them during the autopsy.

'cause I gave him water this morning.

But Mr. Reacher has a rock-solid alibi.

I figure your plan's to go to Hubble's house

I-I know where the hospital is.

Means we got to dance. Practically the law.

All right, yep. Th-Thank you.

and I'm not losing my job over this.

Chief Teale now, Captain.

Sure. Roscoe checks out,

will send whoever did this into hiding.

down the hall and to the left.

You know who's not incompetent?

You have to think about your kids.

Even in Margrave, word doesn't travel that fast.

Or did they do things differently

- Excuse me? - What are you eating right now?

this one's special.

I ask the questions, like this one:

to inflict pain rather than cause death.

[Abe] If they're killing cops in their own homes,

before he could do anything about it.

[Reacher] Five.

"All signs indicate yes."

Mind putting the cannon down?

never taught her sons how to dance?

He's taking you into protective custody.

in the middle of nowhere?

screwing up my investigation.

[group chanting] Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!

Subject has been nailed to the wall contralaterally

- [stabs] - [yells]

I still couldn't sound like you.

You next in line for Morrison's job?