- Professor Brad Fletcher: In pain? Eh. You must know that torture's important, Wallace. It lifts the morale of the torturer. Didn't they teach you that at the university? You were... trapped by your... higher education. It leaves its own smell on you, I know it too well.
- Wallace: I know you do. And I can't imagine how a man of your background could...
- Professor Brad Fletcher: On the contrary, what's surprising is that a man like me could remain all those years watching life as a spectator, before he discovered the force that was in him. But... d'you have any idea what can be accomplished here if you're a man of intelligence? Where men who are morons have succeeded in usurping the power the power in the land?
- Wallace: Yes. He'd be certainly in a position to improve things... but not a weak man like Brad Fletcher. You change your spots. You're civilized among civilized people, violent among the violent. You're quite ready to adapt to any new background like a parasite!
- [Fletcher wipes Wallace's brow]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Pity you didn't pay attention at school, Wallace. The philosophy of violence, you recall it? One violent soul is just an outlaw... a hundred a gang, but... they're an army at a hundred thousand. That is the point. Beyond the confines that limit the outlaw as an individual criminal, violence by masses of men is... called history! Hm... I must say that... I'm glad I've been able to speak with an equal, who understands me. Those others are only able to understand the simplest things... such as the fact that a spy pays the penalty.
- [Fletcher has one of his thugs hand him a gun, pulls back the hammer and puts the barrel to Wallace's neck]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Reasons of state, Wallace. You studied history, so you know what I mean. Not out of hate... but with compassion.
- [He shoots Wallace point-blank]
- Charley Siringo: [confronts Fletcher and Bennet] Beauregard Bennet! Brad Fletcher! Throw down your arms! I arrest you... in the name of the law.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [Fletcher shoots Siringo, wounding him. Bennet throws down his rifle and one of his gunbelts] What are you doing? You crazy?
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: I'm doing what I think is right.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: "Right"! What does that mean? How do you know what's right? Was it right for Siringo to kill the sheriff just to get into your gang? Maybe you think the vigilantes were right. Answer me! Is that it? Listen, Beau - there's only one kind of right in the world. The kind you make for yourself if you're big enough and strong enough! And we're both strong, Beau. You and I together, we can recruit the best men in the West! Bennet's Raiders, a hundred times stronger than before! I have some wonderful plans. There's no other kind of right, can't you understand that?
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: [punches Fletcher] There is, damn you, there is! There is! Know where? Right here in my heart! Go away and leave me, Brad. There's nothing more you can do.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: No. There's still one thing I can do...
- [looks at Siringo]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: And I should have done it long before.
- [Fletcher readies his rifle and prepares to kill Siringo. Suddenly, a shot rings out - Bennet has shot Fletcher with his revolver]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: But... Beau, what made you do it?
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: It was what I had to do.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [staggers away] I had many ideas... so many... so many plans, Beau... great... great...
- [Fletcher staggers behind a dune, and dies]
- [first lines]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: I've an announcement to make, and I find it... very painful. I'm unable to... continue this history course. But as you perhaps know, it's not a matter of my own volition. However, the study of history can be suspended... and resumed at any point. Because, though all men must die in time, other men will make history live. And each man can choose his own part in history. We've been forced to choose: when the war between the States declared that we were either Union loyalists or Confederate rebels. You are twenty years old. You will have to choose many times between just and unjust, truth and untruth. And always, the answer is only to be found... within you. And if this small bit of knowledge can help you in the future, then I am truly privileged. For my part in history... will not have been useless. The class is dismissed. Thank you.
- [students leave]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [as Wallace is being tortured] You know, Wallace, I'm sure you're a university man. I mean, before you joined the Pinkertons, of course. Same Eastern college as Charley Siringo. Hm?
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: You really think I'm gonna accept just anybody who offers to join?
- Charley Siringo: No. But then, I'm... not just anybody.
- Charley Siringo: [referring to a damaged sheriff's star on his coat] It's my good luck charm... from my first sheriff.
- Charley Siringo: [to Bennet] I admit you're plenty smart. And that's the main reason I wanna work for you.
- [last lines]
- Charley Siringo: [after shooting the face of a vigilante who resembles Bennet] He's got long hair. He's built... 'bout the same as you. Nobody'll recognise his face now. The law will be satisfied with a fake Beauregard Bennet. Anyhow, the real one doesn't exist anymore. Now, beat it. Run, Beau.
- [Bennet is confused]
- Charley Siringo: Go 'way!
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: [mounts his horse] Good luck, friend. Adiós!
- [rides off]
- Charley Siringo: Luck to you, Beau.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [on Zachary Shawn's vigilantes] If there aren't too many, we can stop them here.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: There are too many of them. I saw them when I was taking a short-cut. Must be at least fifty men.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: We'll stop them! You just stick with me, we'll do it! We've got to.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: I'm... I'm afraid you could hardly have made a worse choice of hostage. I'm terribly ill... it's the lungs, you know.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Yeah? But the sheriff's men didn't know.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Did you ever hear talk of the, um... Pinkertons?
- Charley Siringo: Sure. It's a private detective agency.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Well, of all the lawmen on my trail these days, they're the most troublesome.
- [referring to Siringo's posters]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: They could make up a story like yours.
- Charley Siringo: I understand. But, this'll prove that I don't have anything to do with them.
- [pulls out a gun and aims it at Bennet, but doesn't fire]
- Charley Siringo: A Pinkerton man would've shot the both of you by now. Who'd stop him?
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: I would.
- [Siringo chuckles, only to hear Bennet cock a revolver under the table]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [watching Bennet doing target practice] Excellent shot.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Urh, no. Only I'm still too slow.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Too slow? I'd say you were a pretty fast draw.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: There's plenty of space on Boot Hill for pretty fast draws. Ever since I was ten, I spent two hours every day, practising to be fastest.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Since you were ten, hm? Your life would've been... very different if you'd devoted all that time to books. If you used it to train your brain to think, instead of practising to draw... a pistol.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [holding Bennet's revolver] There's no doubt that holding it gives one a curious... sense of power. It... seems so natural, as though it had... become part of me.
- [shoots a tree]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Look Beau, I hit it. I aimed at it, and I hit it!
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Good.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: It was easy.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: [noticing a rabbit] There goes our dinner. Get it!
- [Fletcher hesitates]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Look.
- [shoots the rabbit]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: What's the matter? Didn't you ever eat rabbit back East? Hm?
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Yes, of course. Although... we have someone else to do the killing for us, so we don't think about it. Besides, out here in the West, it's difficult to distinguish the instinct for survival... er, from the lust to acquire power.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Huh. Why do you wanna worry about things like that?
- Professor Brad Fletcher: It's impossible for me to stop thinking. For example, we have plenty of provisions. Therefore, you could easily have spared that rabbit.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [Bennet and Fletcher are watching Siringo approaching their hideout] What are you gonna do? Do you know him?
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: [cocks his revolver] No... and I don't want him to know me.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Are you crazy? Put that away! It's not like shooting a rabbit. I'll get rid of him.
- [Fletcher and Bennet have just partaken in a mock duel, where Fletcher proves to be a faster draw than Bennet]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: If I hadn't unloaded that gun...
- Professor Brad Fletcher: No, you still would have been faster, Beau. As you've always been.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Who knows? You're learning fast, Brad. All right - Zach won't mind. We'll do your bank job first. Your bank job, since you're so keen on it.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Howdy, sheriff. I need your help, amigo. I have a list here of people who have to leave town, within an hour.
- [hands him a piece of paper]
- Sheriff of Purgatory City: Why, there's my name!
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: [nods] Mm-hm.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [planning a bank robbery] The best time of day to hit the bank is in the early afternoon, because it will have just reopened, and practically no-one will be around. It's too hot at that hour. Everyone will still be at home, taking a siesta. That's one Spanish custom that still survives in these parts. Even the sheriff will be asleep. Naturally, we'll all drift into town, one by one. Aaron will first go to the barbershop. Then, he'll wander over to the post office, which is right next to the bank - because he will have tied up his horse there earlier, when he rode into town. At that point, Jason will arrive, and leave his horse next to Aaron. Both of you will wait right there in front of the post office, so you'll be close enough to move fast when the time comes. At this point, Maximilian will ride into town, dressed like the Southern gentleman he is. Naturally, he'll arouse no suspicion when he walks into the bank, looking like the well-heeled rancher who is accustomed to having the red carpet rolled out for him. Beau is going to cover our getaway. But since there's more chance of his being recognized than any of us, you'll have to be completely disguised. Let's say - as a Mexican. However, it shouldn't be necessary for Beau to lift a finger. I don't anticipate any gunplay. Because if there are any townspeople around when we leave the bank, they're going to be distracted by a hay-wagon that's suddenly caught fire. The plan seems foolproof to me...
- Charley Siringo: Try to understand, sheriff... but, I've had several chances to catch Beauregard; I've been after him for months. But I haven't done it, because he's been trying to round up some of his former friends. When they're all together - that'll be the time to arrest Beauregard, and his whole gang with him. Put an end to Bennet's Raiders for good.
- Sheriff at de Winton Estate: Smart plan you've cooked up, Siringo... only Beauregard Bennet's gonna be my prisoner, mister. I'm going to the de Wintons to arrest him. And you'd better keep out of my way.
- Charley Siringo: [ruefully] Yep. I'd better keep out of your way.
- [Vance is beating Maria for cheating on him with another man]
- Vance: Who was it? I want his name! Tell me, or I'll kill you! Who was it? Tell me his name!
- Maria: No...!
- Vance: [violently shakes her] WHO WAS IT?
- Professor Brad Fletcher: It was I.
- [Vance turns to Fletcher]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [nervously] Let's be adult about this...
- [Vance smacks Fletcher across the face]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [holding a bundle of notes] Mr. Carr, this represents all of our life's savings.
- Maria: Every penny we have in the world.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: I trust your safe is really burglar-proof?
- Mr. Carr - Bank Clerk: This model is the newest type: tempered steel, three inches thick. It's the best we can get.
- [unlocks the safe door]
- Mr. Carr - Bank Clerk: Well, take a look...
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [pulls out a gun] Take a look at this!
- Maximilian de Winton: [pulls out his gun as Vance and Jason enter] Hold it, mister. You may have guessed - this is a hold-up.
- [Siringo has shot a sheriff and his deputies attempting to arrest Bennet's Raiders]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Siringo. My instinct warns me not to have faith in a man like you. But the professor here says, "Don't trust your instincts", he says, "The brain is really all that matters". And I will consider true whatever the eyes see.
- [to the Raiders]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Alright boys, this here's Charley Siringo. He's with us.
- [Siringo has sabotaged the Raiders' bank robbery and killed or wounded most of its members]
- Charley Siringo: Maximilian! You're all alone now!
- Maximilian de Winton: I've been alone all my life.
- Charley Siringo: Come on out!
- Maximilian de Winton: On one condition!
- Charley Siringo: Name it.
- Maximilian de Winton: That both of us come out.
- Charley Siringo: That's all right.
- [Both men emerge from their hiding places, and draw their guns - Siringo is the victor]
- Maximilian de Winton: [looking at the blood on his hands] Good shot...
- [dies]
- [Mrs. Lee is arguing with a sheriff about a letter Siringo gave her about a planned bank robbery by Bennet's Raiders]
- Sheriff of Willow Creek: That so? Just can't imagine who put it in that there little old handbag of yours, since that billet-doux's addressed to me.
- Mrs. Lee: You doubt my word?
- Sheriff of Willow Creek: Ah, listen, Mrs. Lee. You had a good idea for me to read your one-hundred-and-fifty-millionth petition, begging to close down the saloon. But if you can't succeed in keeping your own husband in the house, then I don't know what I can do! Is that clear?
- Mrs. Lee: If that's what you think, I'll show you what I think to your letter!
- [throws it away]
- Mrs. Lee: Impertinent critter... no Eastern gentleman would talk to a lady like that...
- University Dean: My dear Professor Fletcher. Miss Wilkins and I look forward to your return.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: I hope you're not disappointed.
- University Dean: Come now, Fletcher! You're not as sick as all that. Tomorrow, you'll be far away from this horrible climate. You'll feel differently. I feel certain your lungs will improve as soon as you put your foot in, erm, Texas, and you'll come back to Boston completely recovered.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Yes, sir, no doubt.
- University Dean: You talk as though you don't care. And I must say, given your intelligence, you could have gone far - a lot farther than you have.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: But I'm not complaining.
- University Dean: That's just the trouble; you have no ambition. In this country, there are no limits for the man who is willing to fight, fight! You've never struggled against the position fate has put you in. But that's what you must do now, more than ever.
- [checks his watch]
- University Dean: Well... I'm late for class. Have a good trip!
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Goodbye, Dean.
- [the Dean leaves]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Well, Miss Wilkins... he's probably right about me, you know.
- Elizabeth Wilkins: Well, I don't believe him, Professor.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: That's good of you, Elizabeth.
- [Wilkins leaves]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [referring to the smiling deputy in the hotel lobby] That man who was smiling - who was he?
- Sally - Hotel Maid: Oh... just someone who smiles. We're pretty friendly people here in Purgatory City. We prefer someone who smiles, especially if he's carrying a gun.
- [watches as Bennet rides into town]
- Sally - Hotel Maid: But when a fella... who looks like the spittin' image of Beauregard Bennet rides into town, carrying a gun, and not smilin'... then we begin to worry.
- Sheriff of Purgatory City: [referring to the Taylor Gang] Here we are - on time, like I promised. Now, me an' the boys'll be on our way, nice and quiet.
- [approaches Bennet]
- Sheriff of Purgatory City: But I gotta say one thing. The folks in this town sure are ungrateful. We tried to help 'em, and look how they treat us.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Stay where you are.
- Sheriff of Purgatory City: Hey... you scared? What's the matter? See? My gun's over there. I, er, only wanted to return this star.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Thanks.
- [grabs the arm holding the star and shoots him]
- Sally - Hotel Maid: [discussing Bennet's attempts to rid Purgatory City of the Taylor Gang] "I want y'all out of town within the hour. And if you're not, I'll come and get you one by one". Those were his very words. What a man!
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Yes, and I never expected this. It shows nobility of character. But, er, where are the others?
- Sally - Hotel Maid: There aren't any.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Hm? What's that? He's alone?
- Sally - Hotel Maid: Yeah.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: [to Taylor's Gang] Where can I find a fella called Aaron Chase?
- [no answer]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Nobody knows...
- [chuckles, then jabs a gang member in the gut]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: I'm talkin' to you! I know he lives around here...
- [Briggs, Mr. William's assistant, approaches]
- Briggs: [interrupting] He do, and he don't, Mr. Bennet.
- Maximilian de Winton: [watching Rusty Rogers joining in the dance] Old Rusty. A ghost out of the past.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: If I've been able to breathe a little new life into him, it means I'm still alive.
- Maximilian de Winton: In that case, you'll have plenty o' work here. All of us in Puerto del Fuego are ghosts of the past. Buffalo hunters where there's no longer any buffalo. Cowboys where there's no cow. Prospectors where there's no gold. The dregs of the old romantic Frontier, who were not able to accept the coming of the Telegraph, the railroads, or reality for that matter.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Well, I've never seen anyone more real, happy, alive and free than these men.
- Briggs: Mr. Williams?
- Williams: [watching Bennet waiting for Taylor's Gang] What do you want, Briggs? I wish you wouldn't bother me right now.
- Briggs: Well, Mr. Taylor's here.
- Williams: [gasps] Taylor? Well, bring him in at once!
- [Briggs opens the door for Taylor, whose clothes are covered in dust]
- Sam Taylor: Excuse my clothes. Naturally, I was greeted with the news the minute that I arrived. There was no time for me to change.
- Williams: No need to apologize. You're the boss around here, hm?
- Sam Taylor: But I hear the fella you've got working for you now is actually Beauregard Bennet.
- Williams: Bennet, yes. However, your boys are all real smart.
- Sam Taylor: Of course. This should be most interesting.
- [referring to William's window]
- Sam Taylor: You have a beautiful view from here.
- Williams: Excellent. Briggs, another chair. Ah, I believe the performance is about to begin.
- [Taylor's Gang and the sheriff ride into town]
- Williams: Why, I'm just an ordinary citizen who's preoccupied with one of our problems here. You see, Bennet, for months now in Purgatory City, we've had a terrible time. A certain Sam Taylor has hired a bunch of gunmen and murderers, and with his gang's support, he's manged to gain control of the entire community.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: [gesturing to Briggs] Listen, I only came here because your man said you'd tell me where I could find my friend Aaron.
- Williams: Outside, Briggs.
- [Briggs leaves]
- Williams: The two things are connected. You see, Taylor controls the sheriff, and the sheriff controls your friend.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: In jail?
- Williams: That's right. But, you won't find him in the local jail, he's really well hidden. And I know their hiding-place.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: So what?
- Williams: So, one good turn deserves another. You restore freedom in Purgatory City. In turn, I promise the freedom of your friend Aaron; plus a little sum from my fellow citizens as an expression... of gratitude, say five thousand dollars.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: They put a small price on gratitude.
- Williams: Very well. Will you accept if I double it?
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Mm. ¡Muy bien.
- Williams: Taylor's out of town. He's not due till tomorrow; you should take advantage of that.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Take advantage of it?
- Williams: Mm-hm. Get rid of his gang before he comes back. Now be careful, don't get me wrong. This is a peaceful city. You must avoid a massacre.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: In a case like this, the only person you kill is the boss. That breaks up the gang. Do you know who leads them?
- Williams: Oh, yes - Reagan. That hombre's a mad killer. Extremely dangerous. But, Bennet... what do you plan to do?
- [Bennet shrugs]
- Williams: You know best, I'm sure. You're the expert. But remember, Mr. Bennet: one. Hm? Only one.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [approaches Bennet while he waits for Taylor's Gang] Hello.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Thought you'd left by now.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Not yet. My train doesn't pull out for at least a couple more hours. I'm just killing time. Anyway, if they see... there are two of us, they'll think twice.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Mm-hm. No thanks. If any shooting starts, you'll be right in my way. Professor, you know what you should do? You should keep out of this, understand? Go and get your train. You better go back home right now, Brad.
- [Fletcher tries to shake Bennet's hand, but he doesn't return it]
- Rusty Rogers: [to Aaron] Talkin' 'bout me in town? How much reward are they offering for me now? Hm?
- Aaron Chase: C'mon, Rusty. What do you mean, "reward"? Who do you think's looking for you after 30 years?
- Rusty Rogers: You mean they've forgotten? Why, the whole West knew who Rusty Rogers was!
- Professor Brad Fletcher: You said Rusty Rogers? Is that you?
- Rusty Rogers: Yeah. You mean you heard of me, stranger?
- Professor Brad Fletcher: But, surely you're joking. Why, you're a legend! Your name is so famous, I didn't really believe you existed! I thought you'd been invented as a symbol of the Wild West, a figment of the public imagination! Why, er, composers have written whole ballads around you! Er, well, as for your reward, it's gone on up until now - you're worth five thousand dollars! No, I'm wrong... it's gone on up to ten thousand!
- [claps]
- Rusty Rogers: Is that true? You mean it? Thank you. I sure do thank you, Mister! Yippee!
- [Rogers joins in the dance]
- [Fletcher and Bennet ride to the de Winton Plantation]
- Belle de Winton: Beauregard! Beau... but I've been so worried about you.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Howdy, Belle.
- [Belle gestures to Bennet to kiss her hand, which he refuses to her disappointment. Fletcher returns her gesture instead]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: This is Brad Fletcher.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Madame.
- Belle de Winton: Where are the others?
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: They'll get here. Where's your brother?
- Belle de Winton: He's out after a runaway slave. Ah, dear Mr. Fletcher's from the North. You looked worried hearing me say the word "slave". I suppose you'd prefer the word "servant". But a word doesn't change anything. Nobody'll ever make us change, even this... Lincoln. Our emancipator. You'll pardon, Mr. Fletcher, even if you are a Yankee - because you came here with our Beauregard. And you're a gentleman, too.
- [Fletcher is flattered]
- Belle de Winton: You're blushing!
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [nervously, to Bennet] But, I...
- Belle de Winton: We're happy to have you as a guest here... in the ancestral mansion of the de Wintons.
- Maximilian de Winton: I propose Beauregard - long may he remain with us. And I propose Zachary - may his days in jail be short. And I propose Bennet's Raiders, about to ride again!
- Belle de Winton: And I propose the South!
- Maximilian de Winton: With your permission, Fletcher...
- Belle de Winton: I know this isn't very exciting for you, talking with me here all evening, but... there's something I really have to show you. Something very dear to me.
- [produces a yellow scarf]
- Professor Brad Fletcher: It's a Confederate Cavalry scarf.
- Belle de Winton: That's right. I gave it to my fiancée... before he left for Gettysburg.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Gettysburg. You have my sympathy.
- Belle de Winton: It was the only time I've been in love. That once.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: To have been in love once is something to be thankful for... not everyone is that fortunate.
- Belle de Winton: This is the only memento I have now.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: [groans, then pokes his head through a curtain] Belle... listen, old girl. Don't begin that old story again. You know it only makes you sad, and then I have to work so hard to cheer you up.
- Belle de Winton: Mr. Bennet! Would you please leave this room? Yours is next door.
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: As usual, no? With the connecting door. What's wrong? Oh, I get it!
- [laughs, knowing that Belle is trying to hide her previous affair with him from Fletcher]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: You don't want him to know! It'd make a bad impression, eh? But you don't have to worry, Belle. Brad is a gentleman. Aren't you, Brad?
- Professor Brad Fletcher: I suppose I must be. So far. But, er... I think I'm learning.
- [Zachary and the vigilantes are halted by Siringo]
- Charley Siringo: Stop! Stop in the name of the law!
- Zachary Shawn: What's the idea, Siringo? Get out of our way!
- Charley Siringo: All you fellas go back home! There's nothin' more to do here. Beauregard Bennet and Brad Fletcher are my affair! Those other people haven't broken the law. They've got a right to go where they like!
- Zachary Shawn: [whispering to a vigilante] We got to get him out of the way. You shoot him, I'll cover you.
- [the vigilante rides up to Siringo to shoot him, but Siringo shoots him first. Zachary fires - his shot hits Siringo in the arm. Siringo shoots him]
- Charley Siringo: Try again if you want... every one of you will have a Pinker't man on your heels the rest of your life. Clear out! Go on home!
- [the vigilantes ride away]
- Leading Citizen of Puerto del Fuego: What happened, Brad?
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [trying to shake Maria's blood from off his hand] Siringo sold us out. He was a spy in the pay of the police. But we pulled it off anyway.
- Leading Citizen of Puerto del Fuego: What about all the others?
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Ask Beauregard!
- Cattle Annie: What are you tryin' to say?
- Professor Brad Fletcher: Beau wasn't able... or wasn't willing... to stop some Mexican from giving the alarm. Our men were trapped and outnumbered...!
- Cattle Annie: That's a lie! Beau wouldn't do that, I know better. If things went wrong, you're to blame, Brad! You're the one that convinced him to do the job...
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [hold up the moneybag] AND I WAS RIGHT! Here's the loot! What other proof do you want? Don't say I made an error! You can be sure I didn't lose my head. The bullets were whistling all around... yet they didn't touch me. My plan succeeded because it was a perfect one! But the men weren't... and they failed you! However, men... can be replaced.
- Leading Citizen of Puerto del Fuego: What are you drivin' at?
- Professor Brad Fletcher: I guess you all think that's a lot of money, don't you? Millions! But I tell you... it's nothing compared to what I'll get you. I'm calling for men who are fighters, who are ready for anything! But, above all else... *who'll obey!*
- Leading Citizen of Puerto del Fuego: Hold it. This is no place to recruit outlaws, Brad! That's our rule, and it's gonna be respected!
- Professor Brad Fletcher: But certainly not by me.
- [men begin to walk towards Fletcher in support of him]
- Leading Citizen of Puerto del Fuego: Stop! The rest of us here are free men! Anyone can find refuge with us, but he's gonna have to respect our rules. This man's plannin' something that means bad trouble for all of us! So, if any of you reckon to join him, you'll have to leave Puerto del Fuego!
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [pulls a wad of notes from the moneybag] MONEY! For whoever shuts him up!
- [a man smacks the interloper with the butt of his rifle]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Aim for the side, where the chain joins the manacle.
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [holding Bennet's revolver] Yes, but... how do you fire it?
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Pull back the hammer! Haven't you ever fired a gun?
- Professor Brad Fletcher: [points to the hammer while pulling it back] This thing? Could be dangerous, couldn't it?
- [accidentally fires, narrowly missing Bennet's head]
- Solomon 'Beauregard' Bennet: Yes, Professor, it could. And remember, it's loaded... and it shoots when you pull the trigger.