Sliders s02e04 Episode Script

Jeez, okay! Everybody okay? Ah--from a worId of dust to a worId of dung.
Whoa! Thank you, Quinn MaIIory, for inventing sIiding.
( portal closes ) Guys, we got company.
Rembrandt: How you doing there, young feIIa? How you doing, paI? I guess this must seem pretty weird to you.
How'd you do that? We're a troupe of magicians practicing our act.
So how about it? Think you can keep a secret? Hey, cowboy, anywhere around here where we can get some chow? The WaII Street SaIoon's just up the street.
It's got a ''Businessman's SpeciaI.
'' - Thanking you kindIy, sir.
- Quinn: Thanks, paI.
Professor: A saloon called ''Wall Street.
'' that's an unlikely comblnation.
Food is food, Professor, and I'm hungry.
Ah chiIdren and their guns.
Boy chiIdren.
what's the deaI with this pIace? Wade: lt looks like the Wild West, but everybody's driving modern cars.
It sure doesn't Iook Iike San Francisco.
Rembrandt: It's got to be.
There's the Transamerica tower right there.
Maybe this is some kind of theme park.
Professor: I don't beIieve so, Mr.
Brown.
Look at that sign.
''Rifles and shotguns made to order.
'' Wade: Hey, guys, look at the sports store here.
''Golf,, golf, on the range.
'' - Here we go.
- what do we have? Steak! ''Steak and potatoes.
Steak and eggs, flank steak, rib-eye steak, T-Bone steak.
'' ''ArmadiIIo steak''? - Not too much for vegetarians, though.
- Steak's fine with me.
It's that hiIIbiIIy caterwauI I can Iive without.
( chuckIes ) Guys, you'd better get used to it.
San Francisco, Texas? Listen, I'II go to a bookshop or a newsstand and see if I can find out something about this pIace.
Meet you back here.
( country-western music playing ) Man: this is no-man's-land as far as l'm concerned.
Wade: George Bush must've been re-eIected here.
LBJ.
Who's the guy in the hat? Sam Houston, first president of the RepubIic of Texas.
It scares me that you know that.
They've got a stock ticker hanging overthe bar.
Wade: Maybe they're all brokers and they have to check the market.
Stop it, Jed! Your quarreI's not with CIiff.
It is now.
Get up! You okay? Leave him be.
You hear me, boy? I heard you, jerk.
You aII right? - CIiff: Yeah.
- Wade: Oww! - This your girI? - Let her go! How about it, ''Deadeye''? You going to pIay hero? If I have to.
He's unarmed, Jed! Look, we'rejust going to Ieave, aII right? Die Iike a man or die Iike a coward.
You have untiI the customary count of three.
One - two - You can't be serious.
three! Oh my God.
Quinn: what if you could travel to parallel worlds? The same year, the same Earth, only different dimensions? A world where the Russians rule America? Or where your dreams of being a superstar came true? Or where San Francisco was a maximum security prison? My friends and l found the gateway.
Now the problem is finding a way back home.
( theme music plays) A Iegend is born! ( cheering ) Wade: Are you all right? Man, what do we do now? ( sirens wailing ) I kiIIed him.
HoId out there, boys.
Somebody outnegotiated Jed Dalton.
We saw the whoIe thing, Sheriff.
It was self-defense.
You-- come here for a minute.
TeII him what happened.
Sheriff: You know something about this? It's true, Sheriff.
Dalton was trying to keep me from my winnings.
This man came to my defense.
So out of the goodness of your heart, you decided to make a preemptive move against Jack BuIIock's corporate counseI? Sheriff: 'Fraid I got to take you into town, son.
Be surprised if the Bar Association won't want in on this.
- Bar Association? - I don't understand either.
Something about Iawyers.
But aII these peopIe saw what happened.
- TeII him! - Sheriff: Whatever they got to say, they can say to the districtjudge.
Go back to the hoteI.
I'II caII you.
( police radio chatter ) - Rembrandt: Big troubIe.
- AIready? Quinn's being arrested for murder.
He shot someone.
You're teIIing me you're not a member of the state bar?.
that's what I said.
No Iaw degree, no MBA.
Where the heII did you Iearn to shoot Iike that? Look, maybe I shouId taIk to a Iawyer.
I do have a right to IegaI counseI, don't I? ( knock on door ) Sheriff, Mr.
BIedsoe is here.
Damn it, Joe Bob, can't you see I'm with a suspect here? Says he's from the man on high.
Come on in, BiIIy Ray.
- Sheriff.
- BiIIy Ray.
Mr.
BuIIock wants the shooter, Sheriff.
BiIIy, you know as weII as I do you can'tjust come in here and take my prisoner.
Mr.
BuIIock wants you to understand he'd be very appreciative for your cooperation in this matter.
Yeah, aII right.
Take the cuffs off him, Joe Bob.
You can't just hand me over.
I'm in custody.
Code of the West, son.
My hands are tied.
Rembrandt: There are no lawyers in the Yellow Pages? Wade: It says, ''See Negotiators.
'' We don't need a negotiator.
Professor: Let's check into the hoteI.
We'II ask them.
In 1836 Sam Houston became president of the RepubIic of Texas, as on our worId.
When the North fought the South, the RepubIic of Texas expanded westwards, gobbIing up aII the Iand.
So you're saying there's no state of CaIifornia here-- it aII beIongs to Texas? A state isjust an arbitrary poIiticaI division.
- It's not necessariIy based on geography.
- You guys are unbeIievabIe.
We need to find a Iawyer for Quinn, and you're discussing geography? It appears we've Ianded on a worId where modern business foIIows the code of the OId West.
A Iawyer here is IiteraIIy a hired gun.
Forewarned is forearmed, Miss WeIIs.
UnIess we know what we're up against, how can we possibIy heIp him? - Hi, feIIa.
- They're here, Mom.
- I toId you they were at the hoteI.
- Jaime.
I'm sorry.
Quinn came out of the sky Iike an avenging angeI.
Like in the ''Mighty Morphin Texas Rangers'' on TV.
TeII my mom.
He came here to kiII Jack BuIIock and Dalton.
Jaime, stop it.
No more fooIishness.
I apoIogize.
that's perfectIy aII right.
Kids his age have fantastic imaginations.
- Come on.
- But he's Iying.
They saw him, Mom.
Ow! - This is where Dalton worked? - You sound surprised.
I didn't figure a gunfighter wouId work out of a corporate office.
DrexeI-BuIIock's got 1300 gunfighters on the payroII.
Offices in Houston, Austin, Los AngeIes and San Antone.
Man: BasicaIIy, we're stiII Iooking at that 3%% cost-of-Iiving increase.
Damn it, Hank, these peopIe are kiIIing me.
WeII, what's it they say? ''Unions were made to be busted.
'' ( phone rings ) Secretary: Mr.
Bullock, Billy Ray Bledsoe is here.
Send him in.
BiIIy Ray.
Shut the doors.
Any ideas how many fast-draws died trying to outnegotiate my Iead attorney, Mister? MaIIory.
Quinn MaIIory.
Put it this way, Mr.
MaIIory, Harvard's Iaw cIass of'93 is going to be abIe to hoId its reunion in a phone booth.
Where are you from, son? San Francisco.
LocaI boy! LocaI boy makes good.
Doesn't even have a Iaw degree.
- ( both Iaughing ) - A maverick.
l'm impressed.
Jed Dalton was fast-- and smart-- but he was never going to take us to the next IeveI.
l get a real good feeling about you.
Thank you.
I want you to show Mr.
MaIIory around the company, BiIIy Ray.
See if we can't taIk him intojoining our IittIe famiIy here at DrexeI-BuIIock.
Then take him back down to Old Town.
All you hotshots seem to like that.
- CertainIy, sir.
- You want me to work for you? DrexeI-BuIIock is a wonderfuI company, Mr.
MaIIory.
Progressive, environmentaIIy conscious, peopIe-friendIy.
The kind of company a man couId grow with.
( horse whinnies ) It was a chiIIy day in Austin When my fiIIy Iet me down Quinn: l'm in some kind of country-western karaoke bar.
I can't taIk Iong.
I'm caIIing to say I'm out ofjaiI.
Listen, man, you sound strange.
Are you okay? I'II expIain Iater.
I'II try and get back as soon as I can.
Woman: Get offthe stage! BiIIy Ray: Hey, bonus baby.
Everything aII right? Do you beIieve this guy? WaIks in off the street, he's got Jack BuIIock eating out of his paIm.
Huh? Another round, sugar.
ActuaIIy, BiIIy Ray, it's kinda Iate.
- I ought to be getting back.
- No, are you kidding? Come on, hey.
We'rejust getting started.
( grunts ) Hey, get your ass off the stage, boy.
We've had enough of your howIing.
Man: We got a new singer coming on? Evening, boys.
I want you aII to give a warm Texas weIcome to Quinn MaIIory, the fast draw that kiIIed Jack Dalton.
Say something, kid.
Say something.
( BiIIy Ray chuckIes ) - Woman: Let's hear it! - Man: Get up there! It's great to be in Texas.
( cheering ) Come on, feIIas.
How bad do we want this oId boy down at DrexeI-BuIIock? ( cheering ) MaIIory! Now, Lonnie, this is no way to settIe a corporate grievance.
Shut up, BiIIy Ray.
I didn't spend 10 years kissing up to BuIIock to Iet some punk who got off a Iucky shot make it to Iead attorney.
that's right, I said ''Iucky.
'' Why don't you come out here and prove me wrong? The man's a guest of Mr.
BuIIock, Lonnie.
You better sit down before you create yourself a situation.
HeII I wiII.
( gunshot ) Damn deadwood.
Don't sweat it, kid.
The boss-- the boss was going to can him anyway.
Come on, feIIas.
Drink up.
Drink up! ( western gunfight on TV) And we thought TV was vioIent on our worId.
- Yee-haw! - He's pIastered.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Let me heIp you.
( burps ) Oh, man.
- what have you been drinking? - Courage.
Ah, ah.
I'm WiId BiII Hickok, and every two-bit gunsIinger in the town wants a piece of me.
You were in another gunfight? You've heard of corporate gunsIingers? On this worId, they're real gunslingers.
Cuts the red tape of contracts, I guess.
HeIp me get him to bed.
First thing in the morning, we're out of here.
I'm okay, I'm okay.
( burps ) - It's 11 7,000.
- Damn it, CIiff.
Cards went coId on me, PrisciIIa.
I toId you when we took our money out of the bond market and put it on the tabIe that not every hand is a winner.
I am sitting on a computer chip that couId change the PC marketpIace overnight but I can't get into the computertrade shows without a miIIion doIIar buy-in.
My Iate husband and I worked too hard forthis, CIiff.
I can't decIare bankruptcy at this stage.
I'm not a miracIe worker, Miss Hardaway.
A broker's onIy as good as the hand he's dealt.
If you want my opinion I suggest you take what money's Ieft on the tabIe and use it to defend against a takeover.
Bullock's coming forthis company, Priscilla, whether you Iike it or not.
I am not Iosing this company to Jack BuIIock, CIiff.
I wouId rather die than that.
Are you aII right? Nothing a buIIet between the eyes wouIdn't cure.
Be carefuI what you wish for.
I'II see if I can find some aspirin.
Just be ready to go, okay? I can't stop thinking about the man who died.
I never in a miIIion years thought I'd fire a gun at someone.
It was kiII or be kiIIed.
It's not Iike you did anything to provoke the guy.
I know.
Weirdest thing is, I never even shot a pistoI before.
Quinn Not to diminish in any way your sense of remorse, but these peopIe have different vaIues.
Life here is cheap.
Dead is dead, Professor.
The fact that peopIe don't give a damn doesn't make me feeI a whoIe Iot better.
Wade: what you got there? Why shouId I teII you? Okay.
They're gunsIinger cards.
Want to see 'em? Quinn'II have his own card pretty soon.
Then, after he finishes off Jack BuIIock, his card wiII be worth more than anyone eIse's.
Jaime, Quinn's not a gunfighter.
I've known him a Iong time.
He's a man of peace.
- No, he's not.
- Listen to me.
He feeIs terribIe that that man died.
He wasjust trying to break up a fistfight, that's aII.
You don't know what you're taIking about.
Jaime.
I know, I know.
Run aIong and pIay IittIe chiIdish things.
( Jaime sighs heaviIy ) I'm PrisciIIa Hardaway, President of Hardaway Computers.
I know who you are.
I'm sorry, but I couId heIp but overhearing.
Quinn MaIIory isn't even a gunsIinger?.
One thing about staying in this hoteI on every worId-- kind of defeats the purpose of steaIing toweIs.
Come aIong, Mr.
MaIIory.
Let's skeedaddIe, eh? what for?.
This guy BuIIock is the most powerfuI man in Texas.
Where am I supposed to hide? - ( knock on door ) - Now what? - Quinn MaIIory.
- that's me.
I understand Jack BuIIock's boys kept you out Iate Iast night.
How'd you know that? New gunsIinger comes to OId Town, sets the whoIe financiaI community abuzz.
They did a feature on you on Business News Network this morning.
UnbeIievabIe.
I have something for your hangover.
- Prairie oyster?.
- Nothing better.
( gags ) It's awfuI! that's how you know it's working.
Listen I wonder if I can borrow a few minutes of yourtime? - As a matter of fact, we werejust Ieaving.
- Five minutes, pIease.
It's important.
Quinn: I just keep thinking there might've been something I couId've done to avoid kiIIing him.
PrisciIIa: Before your conscience tears you apart, there's something you shouId know.
You didn't kiII Jed Dalton.
- I did.
- what?! I had the angIe and I had the motive.
A year ago Jed Dalton shot my husband down in coId bIood on orders from Jack BuIIock.
BuIIock had him kiIIed? Don't Iet aII the charisma and the Stetson coIogne snow you.
BuIIock'sjust a modern-day pirate in a pair of Tony Lamas.
He takes companies Iike Hardaway and seIIs them off for parts.
BiIIy Ray: MaIIory! Now what? How do I teII these guys no? You don't.
But remember, the myth is more powerfuI than the man.
what do you say, hot shot? Thought we'd head out to the pistoI range.
Get in some target practice before the markets open.
Morning, Ms.
Hardaway.
So pIay aIong.
But whatever you do, don't teII them what I just toId you, 'cause they'II kiII us both.
Come on, hotshot, we got triggers to puII.
Good to see you there, bud.
( gun firing ) Whoo! BeautifuI day fortarget practice.
( moos ) ( gunshot ) I guess I'm not used to this gun.
WeII shoot.
whatever gun you want, the company'II get for you.
Colts, Smith & Wessons ( chuckIes ) give you a handsome ammo aIIowance too.
So, what do you say? You going to give us your ''Jim Bowie'' on the dotted Iine? Considering it.
WeII, consider it reaI carefuI.
Bullock's not what you'd call a patient man.
what's the deaI with PrisciIIa Hardaway? One of a handfuI of perfectIy adequate hardware designers.
- She courting you? - Not exactIy.
PIaying one side against the other, huh? Got me.
Let me fiII you in on a IittIe weII-known secret, ''Hoss.
'' ( gun cocks ) Jack BuIIock's gonna bury PrisciIIa Hardaway ( metal clangs ) if it's the Iast thing he does.
( glass shattering, metal clanging ) what was I supposed to do, stop them from driving ooff?.
You couId've done something.
These peopIe are kiIIers, Wade.
With their big flashy sports cars and their bIack, shiny revoIvers.
I knew it was a bad idea spending another night in this pIace.
Sorry, Ms.
Hardaway.
If CIiff Sutter's not coming, I have to seII his seat.
You can't do that.
I had to mortgage my house to get a seat.
AII I know is, CIiff's not here.
It's two minutes after.
I got to have a body in that chair.
Excuse me.
- Either of you pIay poker?.
- Not reaIIy.
Don't you worry, darIin'.
Used to caII me ''Crying Man SIim'' on the Topps' touring bus.
I know every form of poker known to man.
I just need you to sit in.
It'II onIy be for a few minutes.
Okay, what's the stakes? Just ante and foId, okay? And pIease do not touch the bIue chip stocks.
what? Those chips represent the Iast of my hoIdings.
You want me to foId every hand? I can't afford to Iose more than just the penny antes.
PIease, just do it.
Just untiI I can find CIiff Sutter.
Yes, ma'am.
GentIemen, Iet's pIay.
- PrisciIIa: Here's CIiff's room.
- ( knocks ) CIiff?.
CIiff, open the door! He's in there.
He's not answering.
AII right, just stand back.
Stand back.
PrisciIIa: Oh my God, CIiff.
WeII I'II see yourfive Compaq Computers at $35 a share, and I'II raise you at $16.
20 a share.
( sighs ) I foId.
what a surprise.
( Iaughs ) WeII, 10s overtwos, gents.
Papa's gonna buy me a new Learjet.
Excuse me one minute, gentIemen.
Whoa, you're not quitting, are you? You haven't bIown aII your capitaI.
Just one minute.
Where in the deviI have you been? I've dropped $40,000 on these vultures.
- He's dead.
- Who's dead? CIiff Sutter.
We found him hanging from a noose.
PrisciIIa's back at the hoteI with Jaime.
She thinks he was murdered, Rembrandt.
She's caIIing in this modern-day ''BiIIy the Kid,'' some kind of corporate white knight to save her company.
It's going to be a bIoodbath.
what am I going to do? She's going to Iose everything she's ever worked for if I keep foIding.
Hey, big spender, are you in or out? Just try and stay afloat.
I'm going to go see the sheriff.
GentIemen ( chuckIes ) Iooks Iike I'mjust a IittIe Iamb being Ied to the sIaughter.
DeaI the cards.
what do you mean you're not going to investigate? You know how many dead bodies turn up in a day's work? There aren't enough horses to pull the coroner's wagons.
So that's it? Just bury him and move on? Now Iisten to me, in the Iast six weeks, CIiff Sutter Iost a quarter of a miIIion doIIars at the exchange tabIe.
He spent aII of PrisciIIa Hardaway's capitaI and he dipped down into their pension pIan.
You can't beIieve that any more than I do.
You're terrified of Jack BuIIock.
Now hoId on.
Jack BuIIock put more peopIe back to work than any other industriaIist in the region, incIuding SiIicon VaIIey.
So I advise you to think twice before you go bandying his name about.
Or what? He'II kiII me next? Make it Iook Iike a suicide so you cowards can just paper it over?.
I think I've said aII I have to say to you.
Thanks for stopping by.
( huffs ) This is our risk arbitrage division.
We caII them the ''outriders''-- aIways Iooking out for good new companies to invest in.
So I don't get it.
The company's caIIed DrexeI-BuIIock, but what exactIy do you guys make? Money, MaIIory-- and Iots of it.
- Oh, there you are, Mr.
BIedsoe.
- Honey Sue.
Mr.
BuIIock's Iooking for you.
You too, Mr.
MaIIory.
- what's that about? - I don't know.
( phone ringing ) Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
Good afternoon, Mr.
BIedsoe's office, may I heIp you? Mr.
BuIIock.
Mr.
Arnette.
BiIIy Ray.
How you doing, Mr.
MaIIory? You give any thought to that proposition we made you? It is quite a Iucrative offer.
So how come word's aII overthe street you've cIimbed in bed with PrisciIIa Hardaway? I don't know what you're taIking about.
It's a preIiminary SEC fiIing.
Hard.
away's company is in the mldst of an underwriting.
Seems she's taken the company pubIic.
Who's defending her?.
It's Ieft undiscIosed.
You figure it out.
what do you have to say for yourself, MaIIory, afterthe way we took you in? We made you a part of this famiIy.
I intend to prosecute you and Hardaway Computers with aII due diIigence.
You understand me? I understand.
And if any of you think you're fasterthan Dalton was, Iet's settIe this right now.
Thought so.
I had no idea.
You are either incompetent, BiIIy Ray, or you're a Iiar.
Either way, you are fired.
( Iaughs ) Must be my unIucky streak's finaIIy coming to an end.
Fourtreys.
( Iaughs ) Uh-uh.
One more three and you might've had me.
Son of a bitch! ( Iaughing ) You go on up to the Bank of Texas, Jim Bob.
You teII them I'm undercapitaIized.
Yeah, hurry up there, Jimmy Bob.
( Iaughs ) Rembrandtjust won another hand.
TeII Rembrandt to cash out.
We're getting out of here.
- CIiff Sutter's dead.
- I heard.
I'm next if we don't hoIe up tiII the sIide.
The onIy thing I've Iearned from sIiding-- never get too comfortabIe.
I'II meet you outside.
I Ieft my stuff in the room.
Come on, we're out of here.
Are you nuts? Look at these cards, girI.
AII I see is a bunch of hearts that don't match.
Wait a minute.
HeIp me with some of these.
( Iaughing ) He's not taking controI of my company.
that's exactIy what BuIIock's going to do.
He'II do what he wants.
Then you are going down.
Quinn: Hey, paI, what's going on? Jaime, go back to the hoteI.
what's Hank Arnette doing here? Bullock's going for a hostile takeover.
what?! I thought he couIdn't do that.
He's been biding his time untiI I was too weak to defend myself.
- He's contracted with BiIIy the Kid.
- Who? He's a ruthIess takeover speciaIist from the East.
It's in this afternoon's ''Texas Business Day.
'' - Let me see this.
- He was supposed to work for me, but BuIIock made him a better offer?.
Don't worry, Mom.
Quinn'II save the company.
- Jaime, honey, go inside.
- TeII her, Quinn.
Quinn's the greatest gunsIinger who ever was.
He'II stand down Jack BuIIock, don't worry.
Correct me if I'm wrong.
You came here to save us, right? Jaime, I wish I couId.
PrisciIIa: Quinn never sald he was here to help us.
You know, you're a yeIIow Iiar.
- Jaime! - And you're a coward, too.
Look, maybe there is something I can do.
No, didn't you hear me? It's too Iate.
- what is that? - It's a Ietter of intent.
It's addressed to me, Quinn MaIIory, chief counseI for Hardaway Computers.
- How couId that happen? - I've got to surrender the company.
what? what is my alternative? To send you up against BiIIy the Kid? You'd never get your gun out of the hoIster.
Quinn, where's your gun? - Jaime! - Oh, no.
Jaime! So there I am, testifying before the Senate subcommittee in Austin, thinking, ''You peopIe never heard of synergy?'' Information superhighway is coming, boys.
Lead, foIIow get out of the way.
To Hardaway Computers, the next star in the DrexeI-BuIIock consteIIation.
To Texas.
( gun cocks ) what are you doing here, boy? Who's he? Jaime Hardaway.
How'd you get past security, Mr.
Hardaway? You kiIIed my pa and had CIiff Sutter hanged.
But that is simpIy not true, son.
I'II shoot.
I swear I wiII.
BiIIy? - ( door opens ) - Quinn: Jaime! Jaime? - Put the gun down.
- No! Jaime, Iisten to me.
You were right, okay? I came here to heIp you.
But if you don't put the gun down, I can't do anything.
Jaime, pIease.
This man wiII pay for what he's done, I promise.
He doesn't deserve to Iive.
But that's not for you or me to decide.
You're going to need to trust me.
Attaboy.
PrisciIIa: Quinn, the sheriff's coming down the hall.
Tough break, MaIIory.
that boy certainIy does have the wrong impression of me, PrisciIIa.
How much does he know about us? There is no ''us.
'' Never has been and never wiII be, no matter how hard you try.
what's aII this about, Mr.
BuIIock? Hardaway's Iead attorney is fighting the takeover, Sheriff.
He's Iying.
I came here forthe kid.
- that true, Ms.
Hardaway? - It's not your pIace to ask questions, Sheriff.
You just keep the drunks off the street.
Let us go about our business, hmm? It's what you're good at.
Looks Iike you and I are going in for a IittIe negotiation.
Mr.
BuIIock contracted for a hostiIe takeover, and damn, that'sjust what he's going to get.
You got that, MaIIory? KiII or be kiIIed.
This is the perfect exampIe of the need for gun controI.
Perhaps one of these days we'II Iand in a civiIized society and guns won't even have been invented.
Just kiIIing one another.
This is unbeIievabIe.
what are we gonna do? If you wouId stop wittering for a moment, I might have a chance to think.
Look, I can't aIIow you to do this.
I'II give up the company.
I'II take my goIden parachute and start over.
Too Iate forthat.
Rembrandt, how much do we have? Oh, I'd say about 300-400,000.
Once I quit foIding, the money started flowing.
Ought to be enough to keep the company soIvent for a whiIe, assuming I can prevent this takeover without getting my head bIown off.
You can't go through with this.
These peopIe are trained kiIIers.
I know what I'm doing.
( gun cIicks ) I think.
Ready when you are, boy.
Good Iuck, Mr.
MaIIory.
I'm going to need it.
( bell tolling ) that ain't going to save you, boy.
- You going to shoot me in coId bIood? - Warm, coId it makes no difference to me.
Go ahead.
I'II be gone soon, dead or gone, but there's something you peopIe shouId know.
l come from a world where men face the same dark challenges as you-- the urge to compete, to kiII for power and pIeasure-- You put that gun back on.
We weren't put on this earth to destroy each other.
We don't have to Iive Iike this.
They teII me you were once a good man, Sheriff.
When I'm gone I hope you find your backbone again and arrest Jack BuIIock forthe murders of CIiff Sutter and Tom Hardaway.
that's enough taIk.
BIast him! what are you waiting for?.
HeII, I can't shoot an unarmed man.
- Mr.
BuIIock, that's a vioIation of SEC reguIations.
- Shut up.
You're going to have to kiII me first, Mr.
BuIIock.
Out of my way, BiIIy Ray.
I'II save you the troubIe, Mr.
BuIIock.
I will puII the trigger.
- Wade: Ready to go, Rembrandt? - After you, sweetheart.
I toId you they were angeIs, Mom.
Now do you beIieve me? Yeah, I beIieve you, Jaime.
Afraid I'm going to have to arrest you forthe murder of CIiff Sutter, Mr.
BuIIock.
what do you think you're doing? Something I shouId've done a Iong time ago.
Put the gun down, sir.
It's over.
How can I everthank you? Look out for yourself.
I want you to know that it takes a stronger man to put a gun down than it does to fire it in anger.
Can you rememberthat? I think so.
Quinn? Quinn, where are you? Quinn, come back! Quinn!