Jack Reacher2012

Sandy:
[Sandy, Jeb and four other guys all surround Reacher outside a bar] [to Reacher] 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] 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] 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] 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] 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] Hands behind your back.

Jack Reacher:
[to Jeb] Who hired you?