Sandy:
[Sandy, Jeb and four other guys all surround Reacher outside a bar]
[to Reacher]
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?