[Reacher arrives at the gun range that Barr and Jeb would use and walks in. He looks at the targets hung up on the wall with almost precision accuracy]
Jack Reacher:
[to the man behind the counter]
You got some fine shooters here.
Cash:
Fine as frog's hair. Rarer, too. Because most of them fellas out there can't shoot worth a damn. You ask them to put three rounds in the black, well... they'll suck it.
Jack Reacher:
I'm looking for the owner.
Cash:
That'd be me. Martin Cash.
Jack Reacher:
[sticks his hand out to shake]
Aaron Ward.
Cash:
What can I do for you, Mr. Ward?
[stops, not sure he's heard correctly]
Cash:
Ward?
Jack Reacher:
Yeah, I'm looking for a friend of mine. We served in Iraq. The guy just dropped off the grid, you know?
Cash:
It happens. Yep.
Jack Reacher:
Yeah. Anyway, he was a shooter. Last I heard, he lived around here somewhere and I...
Cash:
When did he get out of the Army?
Jack Reacher:
[smiles]
Well, I didn't say the Army.
Cash:
Well, you said you served with him. You're no jarhead. Man on a flying horse could see that.
Jack Reacher:
Well, my father was in the Corps, if that helps.
Cash:
Well, that makes you half-human anyway. Your friend got a name?
Jack Reacher:
James Barr.
Cash:
James Barr.
[feigns innocence]
Cash:
Never heard of him.
Jack Reacher:
I think you have. I think you've been dreading the moment some cop comes in here asking after him. Because it's for sure some soccer mom around here is more worried about your range than the swimming pool in her backyard or the drain cleaner under her sink. Wouldn't matter to her if Barr did his killings 100 miles away, only that he came here to rehearse. She'd have a case to shut you down and nothing better to do.
Cash:
What do you want?
Jack Reacher:
I want to know who Barr's friends were.
[in response, Cash finishes assembling a weapon pointedly]
Cash:
[sternly]
Those boys out there, they're mighty touchy when it comes to their Constitutional rights. Suppose I tell them a cop is in here asking after my members?
Jack Reacher:
I'm not a cop.
Cash:
What are you?
Jack Reacher:
I work for Barr's attorney. We have reason to believe he's innocent.
Cash:
The hell you say.
Jack Reacher:
Be that as it may, I'm the only one who's bothered to track him this far. You help me out and I'll be in your debt.
Cash:
And if I don't?
Jack Reacher:
[heading towards the door]
Maybe you can coach soccer.
Cash:
You put three in the center and maybe we'll talk.
Jack Reacher:
Can I have a few to warm up?
[in addition to the three bullets he's already pulled out, Cash adds one single bullet - Reacher's sole mulligan]
