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?
