Jack Reacher2012

Linsky:
I made a mistake. I mean, you can still use me, just tell me how to fix...

The Zec:
To survive. Don't say "fix it," because you can't. We covered up the one mess. You made another.

Linsky:
All right. You're right. You're right. You're absolutely right. I'm sorry. Just tell me what I have to do.

The Zec:
I was in prison in Siberia. I spent my first winter wearing a dead man's coat. A hole in one pocket. I chewed these fingers off before the frostbite could turn to gangrene. These I gave up to avoid working in the sulfur mine. That is how I survived when so many others did not. A man this rare can always be of use. So show me. Show me you are rare. Show me you'll do anything to survive.

Linsky:
I don't understand.

The Zec:
The fingers from your left hand.

Linsky:
Have you... have you got a knife?

The Zec:
Did I have a knife in Siberia?

Linsky:
No... come on, you've got to be kidding.

The Zec:
You can do it. Show me.

Linsky:
[tries to chew his finger off] Christ! Can't! I can't.

The Zec:
Always the bullet.

Linsky:
I can't!

The Zec:
I don't understand. [Charlie shoots Linsky]