Jack Reacher
Jack Reacher

Jack Reacher: And 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.

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Jack Reacher

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?

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Jack Reacher

Jack Reacher: [after killing Charlie in a brutal hand-to-hand fight, Reacher confronts Emerson, who is using Helen as a human shield] I know you're in there, Emerson. It was staring me right in the face. The one piece that just didn't fit. The quarter. Nobody would have thought to dump that meter. Not even me.
[Emerson fires at Reacher, but Reacher manages to shoot Emerson

in the head, killing him]

Jack Reacher
Jack Reacher

Jack Reacher: I mean to beat you to death and drink your blood from a boot.

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Jack Reacher

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.

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Jack Reacher

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. 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.

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Jack Reacher

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.

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Jack Reacher

Cash: [drives away and laughs after Reacher guns down the last remaining men] Suck it!

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Jack Reacher

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.

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Jack Reacher

[last lines]
James Barr: There's this guy. He's a kind of cop. At least he used to be.
[scene shifts to a bus with a man yelling at a woman he is sitting next to while James continues]
James Barr: [voice-over] He doesn't care about the law. He doesn't care about proof. He only cares about what's right.
Man on Bus: Look

at me when I'm talking to you!
[the camera pulls back to show Reacher is also on the bus while James continues]
James Barr: [voice-over] He knows what I did. He know where I am. And this guy, he made me a promise.
Man on Bus: I said, shut your mouth!
[Reacher hears the augument and reacts as he hears a slap while James continues]

James Barr: [voice-over] If I ever got in trouble again, he'd be there.
[Reacher gets up and moves towards the back of the bus where the man is seated]

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Jack Reacher

Jack Reacher: I need some sleep. You too.
Helen: You don't really think I'm gonna...

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Jack Reacher

[first lines]
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.

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Jack Reacher

[from trailer]
Emerson: What does an Army cop do mostly?
Jack Reacher: What you do, with one minor difference: every suspect was a trained killer.

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Jack Reacher

Reacher: Why do you think he paid for parking?
Emerson: Pardon?
Reacher: He's about to fire six shots into a crowd of strangers... and he's worried about the meter maid?
Emerson: Simple loony won't do it for you?
Reacher: I like to have at least one alternate theory.

Emerson: Habit. Muscle memory. I don't think he knew he was doing it.
Reacher: Like I said, it's damn fine work.
Emerson: Hey, Army. What's the serial number on the rifle?
Reacher: What's the date on the quarter?
[beat]
Reacher: 1968. Forest for the trees, Detective. Forest for

the trees.

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Jack Reacher

Helen: You said on the phone you wanted to submit your findings.
Reacher: James Barr was a sniper. Not the best, not the worst. But he trained non-stop for two years. What does training like that do?
Helen: What does any training do? Skills become reflex. Muscle memory. You do without thinking.
Reacher: It

also makes people who aren't necessarily smart seem smart by beating some tactical awareness into them. Now, 99% of the evidence your father has against Barr didn't exist in Baghdad; not because Barr was smart, but because he was trained. See, from that garage, the shooter had the sun in his eyes. Targets moving left and right. It's difficult conditions for any sniper.

Helen: But Baghdad -- you said Barr was in a parking garage then.
Reacher: Because in Baghdad, the sun's behind him. Targets coming straight ahead, single file. Ideal conditions for even an average shooter... and the exact same conditions he would've had up on that highway bridge. Up there, he would never even have to get out of the van. No parking meter.

No camera. No trace evidence left behind. And his escape is assured. Now I'm not saying he couldn't have killed those people at the river, but he wouldn't have. Not that way.
Helen: So you're saying he's crazy.
Reacher: No.
Helen: Well, what exactly are you saying?
Reacher: Any single piece of evidence

I'd buy. But all of it? Fibers, fingerprints, stray brass, I mean... and who the hell pays for parking? Sane or crazy, that just doesn't make sense.
Helen: Okay. So Barr, he wanted to get caught and he wanted you to catch him.
Reacher: That would not explain how Barr, an average shooter firing in poor conditions, never missed.

Helen: He did miss. He did.
Reacher: A pristine bullet, conveniently trapped by a liquid backstop. The same bullet that tied Barr's gun to the killings. And arguably the prosecution's most important piece of evidence. If Barr wanted to get caught, he didn't miss. If he wanted to get away with it, he likely would have and if he wanted to get caught, Barr was

incapable of such perfection.
Helen: Or maybe he just got lucky, six shots out of six.
Reacher: That's what I was willing to accept; then those guys took a run at me. Whoever sent them made a mistake.
Helen: It was just a bar fight.
Reacher: Maybe. Or maybe somebody got nervous; tried to run me off. Or

put me in a coma, right next to their patsy.
Helen: Patsy?
Reacher: It was such a great crime scene. Nobody ever stopped to think it might be too great. Not Emerson. Not your father. Not even Barr's own defense attorney. But Barr knew I would, no matter how much I wanted it to be true. That's why he asked for me.
Helen: Wait.

Are you suggesting-- ?
Reacher: James Barr is innocent.