Jack Reacher: Best Tom Cruise Scenes

Pay your check first. I'll pay later. You won't be able to. You think? All the time. You should try it. It's a great joke, but I'm going to beat your ass. Do you want to do that here or outside? Outside. Stay here, Sandy. I don't mind the sight of blood. Well, it means you're not pregnant, anyway. You still think you're funny now, creep? Shut your mouth, Sandy. No one is talking to you. It's your last chance to walk away. Are you kidding? It's five against one. It's three against one. How do you figure? Once I take out the leader, which is you, I'll have to contend with one or two enthusiastic wingmen. The last two guys, I always win. But have you done this before? It's getting late. Remember, you wanted this. You're okay. Now we know who's who. Let's get this done. Really? That's a pretty impressive response time, fellas. Do it! Who the hell is Jack Reacher? Jack Reacher. Born Jack, not John, no middle name. He's a ghost. No driver's license, car never expired, no residence, car no former. No credit cards, no credit history. No P.O. Box, cell phone, e-mail. Nothing. Can you at least tell me who he is? Well, I can tell you who he was. Blood military, born and raised on bases abroad. Mother was a French national, father in the Corps. His first trip to the United States was to attend West Point. Four years later, his ship's out for good. Iraq, Afghanistan, Balkans, you name it. Served with distinction. Silver star, bronze star, Legion of Merit, Defense Superior Service Medal. Had to look that one up. And a Purple Heart. Spent the bulk of his service in the military police. By all accounts, a brilliant investigator. Apparently a troublemaker, too. Demoted to captain, worked his way back to major. Then, two years ago, he musters out. After a literal lifetime in the military, he just up and quits. And then for only the second time in his life, he enters the United States and simply disappears. Dead, maybe? Not according to Social Security and a bank account in Virginia. His pension is deposited monthly, and someone is making the occasional withdrawal. All wire transfers. I can't find out where without a federal warrant. Well, he can't drive or fly. At least not under his real name. Any warrants? Records clean. Oh, come on. A guy this hard to find? He's got to be wanted for something. His record is clean. So? How do we find this Reacher? Obviously, you don't find this guy unless he wants to be found. Excuse me, sir. There's a Jack Reacher here to see you. Can I help you? James Barr. So, now you've seen him. How do you know him? Why was he in your protective custody? That was an oversight. More like some corrections flunk he threw him to the wolves. Just as likely. But it's done, and we can't undo it. So what happens now? Well, now he's in a coma. We'll try him when he wakes up, if he wakes up. Okay? Now it's your turn, Reacher. Why did he call you as a witness? I don't believe he did. Well, I believe he asked for you by name. Any chance I could look at the evidence? No way. Not till you answer some way. Mr. Reacher. Stop right there. We had a deal. I take you to Barr. You tell me what you know. I know you say he shot five people. I know he's in a coma. I know there's a bus station three miles away, and I can walk there in 24 minutes. You're just gonna walk out on your friend? He's not my friend. Why'd he ask for you, then? Well, same reason he shot five people. He's crazy. Hey, hold on. Well, this is a new low, even for both of you. You do not talk to my client without me present. You know that. We weren't talking to your client. He's in a coma, for Christ's sakes. You're Barr's attorney? Helen Roden, Jack Reacher. Jack Reacher? Helen Roden. Yeah, she's the district attorney's daughter. It's a good story, actually. I'd like to hear it. How'd you find him? How'd they find you? You can't be talking to this man. Two strikes and one day. It's not what it looks like. He came to us. You went to the D.A.? Is there a log incident? None you're currently breaking. Well, before this gets awkward, um, hey. Say, uh, see you in court. For me. Goodbye, detective. Weird meeting you. Likewise. Let's go. So. So you're Jack Reacher. So you're the D.A.'s daughter. Oh, Jesus, please. Is that even legal? Fortunately. How does that happen? I'll tell you after deposition. You don't want to depose me. Oh, well, you're my only defense witness. I'm not a defense witness. Your friend James thinks you are. He's not my friend. Why does everyone assume that? Well, why else would he ask for you, and why would you come here to help him? I didn't come here to help him. I came here to bury him. Linsky. Who the hell is Jack Reacher? Six inches right. That's your margin, Mr. Ward. Play ball. Go. You're a little rusty. I saw a man by that name shoot for the Wimbledon Cup, what, ten years ago. And I'm pretty sure you never played second base for the Yankees in 1925. Now, I'll answer one question. Who's your best shooter? James Barr. I pulled all these down as soon as I heard about the shooting. That's the best shot I ever seen this side of Siberia in life. Suppose I told you Barr wasn't this good on his best day in the Army. I handed out those targets myself. That's my scroll on every one. You hang them down range, too? Are you serious? I'm saying it's possible that Barr had a friend. One who switched the targets on the range. Maybe Barr led him. Made him feel like king's ---- having his name up on your wall. I never saw one real shooter who would do that for his own mother. Unless he was framing his mother for multiple murder. And using your range to do it. Barr didn't come alone, did he? You know, one of these nuts is likely to kill you if they find that camera there. Hell, the camera there, because one of these nuts is likely to kill me. It's Barr. There. Him. Helen Rudd speaking. Got a candidate for our shooter. Picture. Possible prince. One pissed off eyewitness. I can't talk right now. It's going to be three hours to get back. And don't talk to anyone until I get there. I'll look into that, thanks. This is just what I could pull this morning. Tax records, city and state permit applications, contract bids. Shell Corporation in Georgia. That's the one next to Russia, not Florida. They work one city at a time. Acquiring a local construction concern just ahead of major civic redevelopment. They build bridges no one needs. Highways no one uses. They're like a cancer. A cell that won't stop growing. They moved 12 times in 15 years. Atlanta, Albuquerque, Austin, Oklahoma City, Sacramento. Always amidst allegations of corruption. Including millions of dollars in missing public funds. And yet never an investigation. Never even an inquiry. It's as if Liebendauer Enterprises were above reproach. Well, maybe that's because the allegations come from the competition. Outbid, bitter. Like Oline Archer. Or maybe Liebendauer has the cooperation of key officials. And maybe when that cooperation isn't enough, they kill people who won't be bought off. Like Oline Archer. How much of this do you honestly believe? It doesn't matter how much I believe. It doesn't even matter how much I can prove. It only matters how much is true. Do you know how delusional you sound? What happened to you? Are you really so set on putting this man to death that you'd ignore... I pulled all of this paper under my own name. If Jack Reacher's right, my life, your daughter's life, is in danger now. Whatever happens to me next is on your head. Whether you're involved or not. You are the district attorney, and I've given you compelling evidence to investigate Liebendauer Enterprises. Your next move will tell me which side you're on. Oh, I see. It's a test. This may be hard for you to believe, but I do love you. And obviously I'm not going to turn a blind eye, no matter how absurd I find all of this. So if you really believe that you're in danger, if you believe that, then the next order of business is to put you in protective custody right now. How safe will I be if you're part of it? Jesus, Helen. This! Okay, okay. Don't move. I'll tell you what. When I move, you pull the trigger. Where's Jeb? He's not here. Where can I find him? Jesus, my hand! Well, you shouldn't play with guns. Where can I find him? You're the one driving his car. You tell me! Last I saw him, we was all leaving jail. He said he had to see a guy. What guy? Who? I don't know. I don't know. I swear. Next I know, his mom woke up from a bender, and his ----'s all gone. Is he the sort to light out like that? No, not man. He never leave his moms alone. It ain't right. Got a car? It's outside. Keys? My hand, man. They're in my pocket. Okay, okay. Now look at your friends. Now look at my face. Do you ever want to see me again? No way. Am I stealing your car? Use it as long as you like. You're very kind. Ah!