Jack Reacher (2012)
Jack Reacher: Look out the window. Tell me what you see. You see the same things that you see everyday. Well, imagine you've never seen it. Imagine you spent your whole life in other parts of the world, being told everyday that you're defending freedom. Then you finally decide you've had enough. Time to see what you've given up your whole life for, everything. Get some of that "freedom" for yourself. Look at the people. You tell me which ones are free. Free from debt. Anxiety. Stress. Fear. Failure. Indignity. Betrayal. How many wish that they were born knowing what they know now? Ask yourself how many would do things the same way over again, and how many would live their lives like me.
Jack Reacher: There're three things cops never do: they don't vote Democrat, they don't drive Cadillacs, and they never use personal vehicles.
Jeb: Hey, outside!
Jack Reacher: Pay your check first.
Jeb: I'll pay later.
Jack Reacher: You won't be able to.
Jack Reacher: What I mean is the cheapest woman tends to be the one you pay for.
Sandy: [stands up, angrily] I am *not* a hooker!
Jack Reacher: Well, a hooker would get the joke.
Jeb: [enters with his four buddies] What's this?
Sandy: He called me a whore.
Jeb: Is that true?
Jack Reacher: Nobody said "whore". She inferred "hooker", but I meant "slut".
Punk: Hey! That's our sister.
Jack Reacher: She a good kisser?
Jeb: Hey! Outside!
Jack Reacher: Pay your check first.
Jeb: I'll pay later.
Jack Reacher: You won't be able to.
Jeb: You think?
Jack Reacher: All the time. You should try it.
Jeb: That's a great joke, but I'm gonna beat your ass. Do you want to do that here or outside?
Jack Reacher: [sighs] Outside.
Jeb: Stay here, Sandy.
Sandy: I don't mind the sight of blood.
Jack Reacher: [walks by Sandy] When it means you're not pregnant, anyway.
Jack Reacher: You think I'm a hero? I am not a hero. I'm a drifter with nothing to lose. Now you killed that girl to put me in a frame. I mean to beat you to death and drink your blood from a boot! Now this is how it's gonna work. You're gonna give me the address and I'll be along when I'm damn good and ready. If she doesn't answer the phone when I call this number, if I even think you've hurt her, I disappear. And if you're smart, that scares you. Because I'm in your blind spot. And I have nothing better to do.
Jack Reacher: There are four types of people who join the military. For some, it's family trade. Others are patriots, eager to serve. Next you have those who just need a job. Than there's the kind who want the legal means of killing other people.
James Barr: There's this guy. He's a kind of cop, at least he used to be. He doesn't care about proof, he doesn't care about the law, he only cares about what's right. He knows what I did. You can't protect me. No one can.
Gary: I need to see some I.D.
Jack Reacher: I'm not showing you any I.D.
Gary: Well, I need to see something.
Jack Reacher: How about the inside of an ambulance?
Sandy: [sits down at Reacher's table] Mind if I share your table?
Jack Reacher: [gives a nod]
Sandy: I'm Sandy.
Jack Reacher: So was I, last week. On a beach in Florida.
Sandy: [grabs Reacher's beer] What's your name?
Jack Reacher: Jimmie Reese.
Sandy: You don't look like a Jimmie.
Jack Reacher: What do I look like?
Sandy: I don't know, but not a Jimmie. So you're new in town?
Jack Reacher: Usually.
Sandy: It's kind of loud in here. Do you wanna, maybe, go someplace quieter? I have a car.
Jack Reacher: Are you old enough to drive?
Sandy: I'm old enough to do a lot of things.
Jack Reacher: I'm on a budget, Sandy.
Sandy: [perplexed] What?
Jack Reacher: I can't afford you.
Sandy: I'm not a hooker.
Jack Reacher: Oh, then I *really* can't afford you.
Sandy: [Sandy, Jeb and four other guys all surround Reacher outside a bar]
Sandy: You still think you're funny now, creep?
Jeb: Shut your mouth, Sandy! No one is talking to you!
Jack Reacher: It's your last chance to walk away.
Jeb: [chuckles] Are you kidding? It's five against one.
Jack Reacher: [shakes his head] It's *three* against one.
Jeb: [perplexed] *How* do you figure?
Jack Reacher: Well, once I take out the leader, which is you, I'll have to contend with one or two enthusiastic wingmen. The last two guys, they always run.
Jeb: Oh, you, uh, you've done this before?
Jack Reacher: [reluctantly nods] It's getting late.
[Jeb moves in]
Jack Reacher: Remember, you wanted this.
[Jeb smiles and swings at Reacher, who ducks and elbows Jeb in the forehead, who falls to the ground]
Jack Reacher: It's okay.
[helps Jeb up]
Jack Reacher: Get up.
[kicks Jeb in the groin from behind, Jeb groans and Reacher pushes him aside with his foot. The other four move in closer]
Jack Reacher: Okay, let me know who's who. Let's get this done.
[Reacher easily takes down the other four, with him holding the last guy's foot under his arm. Two of the guys get up and both stare at Reacher with fear]
Jack Reacher: Really?
[kicks the last guy in the chest, who screams as he falls to the ground. The two guys run away as the cops come. Sandy runs away as well]
Cop: [points his gun at Reacher] On the ground.
Jack Reacher: That's a pretty impressive response time, fellas.
Cop: Do it!
[Reacher reluctantly gets down on the ground, next to a groaning Jeb]
Cop: Hands behind your back.
Jack Reacher: [to Jeb] Who hired you?
Jack Reacher: I was born in October; when I get to my birthday I'm going to pull the trigger.
Rodin: So... how do we find this Reacher?
Emerson: Obviously you don't find this guy unless he wants to be found.
Secretary: [Knocks and enters the room] Excuse me, sir, there is a Jack Reacher here to see you.
The Zec: We'll see which one goes to prison.
Jack Reacher: My bet? Neither one.
[shoots the Zec in cold blood]
Helen: So why are you so hard to find?
Jack Reacher: I'm impossible to find.
Helen: Why is that?
Jack Reacher: We could say it started as an exercise, became an addiction.
Jack Reacher: Sticking it to your father because...
Helen: No. Not my father. The Office of the District Attorney.
Jack Reacher: ...because the Office of the District Attorney never bought you a pony.
Jack Reacher: Who is he?
Helen: That's John Doe Number Two. The man on the grassy knoll. The thing under the bed. They call him the Zec.
Helen: What about the truth? What about getting the guys who really did this? What about bringing him to justice?
Jack Reacher: I just did.
Cash: This the lady?
Jack Reacher: Helen Rodin, Martin Cash.
Cash: A pleasure. You look like hell there, Army.
Jack Reacher: You asked if I was afraid I'd end up like Barr. I'm not. I'm afraid I'll end up like this guy.
Cash: There's a lot of dead bodies out here. So, let's get to it.
Jack Reacher: We should probably go.
Helen: Wait. That's it? It's just over?
Jack Reacher: You'll be all right, counselor.
Helen: No. What if I need you? How will I find you?
Jack Reacher: You don't need me. Not anymore.
Cash: Get her number. Let's go!
Jack Reacher: With a name like yours, you're gonna feel right at home.
The Zec: Prison? In America? A retirement home. If I go to prison at all.
Jack Reacher: You think you're gonna walk?
The Zec: You are a homeless drifter wanted for murder. Meanwhile, I am an old man in the wrong place at the wrong time. Thanks to you, who is left to say otherwise? Who?
Jack Reacher: You think I'm a hero? I am not a hero. And if you're smart, that scares you. Because I have nothing to lose.
Emerson: It's life or death now, James. By that, I mean you're doing one or the other up in Rockview. This here is District Attorney Rodin. Want to know what he's wondering? Whether you're gonna walk like a man or cry like a pussy on your way to the death house. See, the D.A. likes the needle, whereas me, I like to see a man like you live a long life - with all your teeth knocked out. Passed around till a brother can't tell your fart from a yawn.
Jack Reacher: You understand you're not just asking me to look at the evidence. You're asking me to look at a cold-blooded killer. A man I know to be guilty. A man you want to keep off death row. And you're asking me to look at him objectively.
Helen: Yes, that is what I'm asking.
Jack Reacher: I'll do it. On one condition.
Helen: Name it.
Jack Reacher: You have to look at the victims objectively.
Helen: Were you really going to shoot him?
Jack Reacher: I knew I wouldn't have to. One look at this guy and you know he'll do anything to survive. One look at me and you know I'm not bluffing.
Sandy: Am I in trouble?
Jack Reacher: Not if you lend me your car.
Sandy: I don't have a car.
Jack Reacher: Well, sure you do. It's outside. I'm guessing you 're the Camaro. That whimsy little pickup has Gary written all over it. Keys?
Sandy: I can't. It's Jeb's car!
Jack Reacher: Well, won't he be surprised when I drive it home for him.
Sandy: Who are you, mister? Really?
Jack Reacher: [Sandy gives him a key] I'm just a guy who wants to be left alone.
Jack Reacher: Got a car?
Punk: It's outside.
Jack Reacher: Keys.
Punk: My hand, man. They're in my pock... Okay, okay.
[gives a key to Jack]
Jack Reacher: Now look at your friends. Now look at my face. Do you ever want to see me again?
Punk: No way.
Jack Reacher: Am I stealing your car?
Punk: Use it as long as you like.
Jack Reacher: You're very kind.
Linsky: I made a mistake. I mean, you can still use me, just tell me how to fix...
The Zec: To survive. Don't say "fix it," because you can't. We covered up the one mess. You made another.
Linsky: All right. You're right. You're right. You're absolutely right. I'm sorry. Just tell me what I have to do.
The Zec: I was in prison in Siberia. I spent my first winter wearing a dead man's coat. A hole in one pocket. I chewed these fingers off before the frostbite could turn to gangrene. These I gave up to avoid working in the sulfur mine. That is how I survived when so many others did not. A man this rare can always be of use. So show me. Show me you are rare. Show me you'll do anything to survive.
Linsky: I don't understand.
The Zec: The fingers from your left hand.
Linsky: Have you... have you got a knife?
The Zec: Did I have a knife in Siberia?
Linsky: No... come on, you've got to be kidding.
The Zec: You can do it. Show me.
Linsky: [tries to chew his finger off] Christ! Can't! I can't.
The Zec: Always the bullet.
Linsky: I can't!
The Zec: I don't understand.
[Charlie shoots Linsky]
Helen: You want me to wait?
Jack Reacher: No. I'll meet you back at the office later.
Helen: How will you get there?
Jack Reacher: I'll hitch a ride.
Jack Reacher: I mean to beat you to death, and drink your blood from a boot.