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[toy gunfire]

-[inaudible].

-Everybody OK?

-Yeah.

From a world of dust
to a world of dung.

-Oh!

-Thank you, Quinn Mallory,
for inventing sliding.

-Guys, we got company.

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN): How you
doing there, young fella?

-Uh, how you doing, pal?

I--

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?

-(WESTERN ACCENT) Hey, cowboy,
anywhere around here where we

can get some chow?

-The Wall Street Saloon's
just up the street.

It's got a businessman's
special.

-Thankin' you kindly, sir.

-Thanks, pal.

PROFESSOR (OFFSCREEN): A saloon
called Wall Street,

that's an unlikely
combination.

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN): Food is
food, Professor, and I'm

hungry.

-[sighs]

Children and their guns.

-Boy children.

-What's the deal with
this place?

-It looks like the Wild
West, but everybody's

driving modern cars.

It sure doesn't look
like San Francisco.

REMBRANDT (OFFSCREEN):
It's gotta be.

There's the Transamerica
tower right there.

Maybe this is some kind of
theme park or something.

-I don't believe
so, Mr. Brown.

Look at that sign.

Rifles and shotguns
made to order.

-[laughs]

-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.

-Armadillo steak?

-Not too much for vegetarians
there.

-Steak's fine with me.

Just that hillbilly cattle
wall I can live without.

-Guys, you better
get used to it.

-San Francisco, Texas?

-Listen, I'll go to a bookshop
or a newsstand and see if I

can find out something
about this place.

Meet you back here.

-George Bush must have
been reelected here.

LBJ.

Who's the guy in the hat?

-Sam Houston, first president
of the Republic of Texas.

-It scares me that
you know that.

-They've got a stock ticker
hanging over the bar.

-Oh, maybe they're all
brokers and they have

to check the market.

-Stop it, Jed.

Your quarrel's not with Cliff.

-It is now.

Get up.

-You OK?

-Leave him be.

You hear me, boy?

-I heard you, jerk.

You all right?

-Yeah.

-Ow!

-This your girl?

-Let her go!

-How about it, deadeye?

You gonna play hero?

-If I have to.

-He's unarmed, Jed.

-Look, we're just gonna
leave, all right?

-Die like a man or die
like a coward.

-You have until the customary
count of three.

1, 2--

-You can't be serious.

--3.

[gunfire]

-Oh my god.

QUINN NARRATING: 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 I found
the gateway.

Now the problem is finding
a way back home.

[theme music]

NARRATOR: Sliders.

-A legend is born.

[cheering]

-Are you all right?

-Well, what do we do now?

-I killed him.

[sirens]

-Hold up there, boys.

Somebody outnegotiated
Jed Dalton.

-We saw the whole
thing, Sheriff.

It was self-defense.

-Hey, you come here
for a minute.

Yeah, you tell him
what happened.

SHERIFF (OFFSCREEN): You know
something about this, Cliff?

-It's true, Sheriff.

Uh, 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

Bullock's corporate counsel.

Afraid I gotta 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 lawyers.

But all these people
saw what happened.

Tell him.

-Whatever they got to
say, they can say to

the district judge.

-Go back to the hotel.

I'll call you.

-Big trouble.

-Already?

-Quinn's being arrested
for murder.

He shot someone.

-You're telling me you're not
a member of the state bar?

-That's what I said.

-No law degree, no MBA.

Where the hell did you learn
to shoot like that?

-Look, maybe I should
talk to a lawyer.

I mean, I do have a right to
legal counsel, don't I?

[knocking on door]

-Sheriff, Mr. Bledsoe is here.

-Damnit, Joe Bob, can't you see
I'm with a suspect here?

-Says it's from the
man on high.

Come on in, Billy Rae.

-Sheriff.

-Billy Rae.

-Mr. Bullock wants the
shooter, Sheriff.

-Now, Billy, you know as well as
I do you can't just come in

here and take my prisoner.

-Mr. Bullock wants you to
understand he'd be very

appreciative for your
cooperation in this matter.

-Yeah, all right.

Take the cuffs off
him, Joe Bob.

-Wait a minute, you can't
just hand me over.

I'm in custody.

-Code of the West, son.

My hands are tied.

-What do you mean there ain't no
lawyer in the Yellow Pages?

-It says, see negotiators.

We don't need a negotiator.

-Well, let's check
into the hotel.

We'll ask there.

In 1836, Sam Houston became
president of the Republic of

Texas, as on our world.

When the North fought the South,
the Republic of Texas

expanded westwards, gobbling
up all the land.

-So what you're saying is that
there's no state of California

here, it all belongs to Texas?

-Well, a state is just an
arbitrary political division.

It's not necessarily
based on geography.

-You guys are unbelievable.

We need to find a lawyer
for Quinn and

you're discussing geography?

-It appears we've landed on a
world where modern business

follows the code of
the Old West.

A lawyer here is literally
a hired gun.

Forewarned is forearmed,
Miss Welles.

Unless we know what we're
up against, how can we

possibly help him?

-Hi, fella.

-They're here, Mom.

I told you they were
at the hotel.

-Jamie.

I'm sorry.

-Quinn came out of the sky,
like an avenging angel.

Like in the Mighty Morphin
Texas Rangers on TV.

I'm telling my mom.

She came here to kill Jack
Bullock and Dalton.

-Jamie, stop it.

No more foolishness.

I apologize.

-Oh, that's perfectly
all right.

I mean, kids this age have
fantastic imaginations.

-Come on.

-But he's lying.

They-- they saw him, Mom.

-Come on.

-Ow!

-This is where Dalton worked?

-You sound surprised.

-I didn't figure a gunfighter
would work out

of a corporate office.

-Jackson Bullock's got
1,300 gunfighters on

the payroll, Mallory.

Offices in Houston, Austin, Los
Angeles, and San Anton.

-So basically we're still
looking at that 3% cost of

living increase.

-Damnit, Hank.

These people are killing me.

-Well, what's it they say?

Unions were made to be busted.

[phone ringing]

FEMALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
Mr. Bullock, Billy

Rae Bledsoe is here.

-Send him in.

-Billy Rae, shut the doors.

-Any idea how many fast draws
die trying to out-negotiate my

lead attorney, Mr--

-Mallory, Quinn Mallory.

-Put it this way, Mr. Mallory.

Harvard's law class of '93 is
gonna be able to hold its

reunion in a phone booth.

-Where are you from, son?

-San Francisco.

-Local boy.

-Local boy makes good.

-Doesn't even have
a law degree.

[laughter]

-A maverick.

I'm impressed.

Jed Dalton was fast,
and smart.

But he was never gonna take
us to the next level.

I get a real good feeling
about you.

-Thank you.

-I want you to show Mr. Mallory
around the company,

Billy Rae, see if we can't
talk him into joining our

little family here at
Drexel Bullock.

BULLOCK (OFFSCREEN): Then take
him back down to Old Town.

All you hotshots seem
to like that.

-Certainly, sir.

-You want me to work for you?

-Drexel Bullock is a wonderful
company, Mr. Mallory--

progressive, environmentally
conscious, people-friendly,

the kind of company a
man could grow with.

[horse neigh]

-[singing]

Was a chilly day in Austin
when Billy let me down.

-I'm in some kind of country
western karaoke bar.

I can't talk long.

I'm calling to say
I'm out of jail.

-Listen, man, you
sound strange.

Are you OK?

-I'll explain later.

I'll try and get back
as soon as I can.

FEMALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
Get off the stage!

-Hey, bonus baby, everything
all right?

Can you believe this guy?

Walks in off the street,
he's got Jack Bullock

eating out of his palm.

Sara, another round, sugar.

-Oh, actually, Billy Rae--

FEMALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
You got it, honey.

--it's kinda late.

I oughta be getting back.

-Ah, no, we're--

hey, we're just getting started,
just getting started.

Mmm.

[clears throat]

Hey, get your ass off
the stage, boy.

We've had enough of
your howlin'.

Evening, boys.

I want y'all to give a warm
Texas welcome to Quinn

Mallory, the fast draw that
killed Jack Dalton.

Say something, kid.

[cheers and applause]

-Say something.

[laughs]

[applause]

-Let's hear it!

-What you got to say?

-All right, get up there.

-Uh--

MALE SPEAKER (OFFSCREEN):
Let's hear some stuff.

Come on, boy!

-It's great to be in Texas.

[cheers]

-How about it, fellas?

How bad we want this old boy
down at Drexel Bullock.

[cheers and applause]

-Mallory.

-Now, Lonnie, this is no way to

settle a corporate grievance.

-Shut up, Billy Rae.

I didn't spend 10 years kissing
up to Bullock to let

some punk who got off a lucky
shot make it to lead attorney.

That's right, I said lucky.

Why don't you come out there
and prove me wrong?

-The man's a guest of
Mr. Bullock, Lonnie.

And you better sit
down before you

create yourself a situation.

-Hell I will.

-Damn, deadwood.

Don't sweat it, kid.

The boss--

the boss was gonna
can him anyway.

Come on, fellas, drink
up, drink up!

[interposing voices]

[tv western in background]

-And we thought TV was
violent on our world.

-Yee-haw!

-He's plastered.

-Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Let me help you.

-[burps]

-Oh, man, what have
you been drinking?

-Courage.

-Ah, ah, ah.

-I'm Wild Bill Hickok, and every
two-bit gunslinger in

the town wants a piece of me.

-You were in another
gun fight?

-You've heard of corporate
gunslingers.

On this world, they're
real gunslingers.

Cuts the red tape on
contracts, I guess.

-Help me get him to bed.

First thing in the morning,
we're out of here.

-Hmm.

-I'm OK, I'm OK.

[burps]

-It's 117,000.

-Damnit, Cliff.

-Cards went cold on
me, Priscilla.

I told you when we took our
money out of the bond market

and put it on the table that
not every hand's a winner.

-I am sitting on a computer chip
that could change the PC

marketplace overnight, but
I can't even get into the

computer trade shows without
a million-dollar buy-in.

My late husband and I worked
too hard for this, Cliff.

I can't declare bankruptcy
at this stage.

-I'm not a miracle worker,
Ms. Hardaway.

A broker's only as good as
the hand he's dealt.

Now, if you want my opinion, I
suggest you take what money's

left on the table and use it to
defend against a takeover.

Bullock's coming for this
company, Priscilla, whether

you like it or not.

-I am not losing this company
to Jack Bullock, Cliff.

I would rather die than that.

-Are you all right?

-Nothing a bullet between
the eyes wouldn't cure.

-Be careful what you wish for.

-I'll see if I can find
some aspirin.

Just be ready to go, OK?

-Can't stop thinking about
the man who died.

I never in a million
years thought I'd

fire a gun at someone.

-Hey, it was kill
or be killed.

I mean, it's not like
you did anything to

provoke the guy, right?

-I know.

Weirdest thing is, I never even
shot a pistol before.

-Quinn, not to diminish in any
way your sense of remorse, but

these people have different
values.

Life here is cheap.

-Dead is dead, Professor.

The fact that people don't give
a damn doesn't make me

feel a whole lot better.

-What you got there?

-Why should I tell you?

-OK.

-[inaudible] gunslinger cards.

Wanna see 'em?

Quinn will have his own
card pretty soon.

And then after he finishes off
Jack Bullock, his card will be

worth more than anyone else's.

-Jamie, Quinn's not
a gunfighter.

I've known him a long time.

He's a man of peace.

-No, he's not.

-Listen to me.

He feels terrible that
that man died.

He was just trying to break up
a fist fight, that's all.

-You don't know what you're
talking about.

-Jamie.

-I know, I know.

Run along and play little
childish things.

[sighs]

-I'm Priscilla Hardaway,
president of Hardaway

Computers.

-I know who you are.

-I'm sorry, but, uh,
I couldn't help

but overhear you.

Quinn Mallory isn't
even a gunslinger?

-One thing about staying in this
hotel on every world, it

kind of defeats the purpose
of stealing towels.

-Come along, Mr. Mallory.

Let's skedaddle, eh?

-What for?

This guy Bullock's the most
powerful man in Texas.

Where am I supposed to hide?

[knocking on door]

-Now what?

-Quinn Mallory.

QUINN (OFFSCREEN): That's me.

-I understand Jack Bullock's
boys kept you out pretty late

last night.

-How'd you know that?

-New gunslinger comes to old
town, sets the whole financial

community abuzz.

They did a feature on
you on Business News

Network this morning.

-Unbelievable.

-I have something for
your hangover.

-Prairie oyster?

-Nothing better.

-It's awful.

-Well, that's how you
know it's working.

Listen, I wonder if I can borrow
a few minutes of your

time.

-As a matter of fact, we
were just leaving.

-Five minutes, please.

It's important.

-I just keep thinking there
might have been something I

could have done to avoid
killing him.

-Before your conscience tears
you apart, there's something

you should know.

You didn't kill Jed Dalton.

I did.

-What?

-I had the angle and
I had the motive.

A year ago, Jed Dalton shot my
husband down in cold blood, on

order from Jack Bullock.

-Bullock had him killed?

-Yeah, well, don't let all the
charisma and the Stetson

cologne snow ya.

Bullock's just a modern-day
pirate in a

pair of Tony Lamas.

He takes companies like Hardaway
and just sells them

off for parts.

BILLY RAE (OFFSCREEN):
Mallory.

-Now what?

How do I tell these guys no?

-You don't.

But remember, the myth is more
powerful than the man.

-What do you say, hotshot?

Thought we'd head out to the
pistol range, get in some

target practice before
the markets open.

Mornin', Ms. Hardaway.

-So play along.

But whatever you do, don't tell
them what I just told

you, because they'll
kill us both.

-Come on, hotshot.

We got triggers to pull.

Good to see you there, bud.

[gunfire]

-Woo!

Beautiful day for
target practice.

[moo]

[gunfire]

[moo]

-I guess I'm not used
to this gun.

-Well, shoot.

Whatever gun you want, the
company'll get for you.

Colts, Smith & Wessons.

[chuckles]

Give you a handsome ammo
allowance, too.

So, uh, what do you say?

You gonna give us your Jim
Bowie on the dotted line?

-Considering it.

-Well, consider it
real careful.

Bullock's not what you
call a patient man.

-What's the deal with
Priscilla Hardaway?

-One of a handful of perfectly
adequate hardware designers.

She courtin' you?

-Not exactly.

-Playing one side against
the other, huh?

-Got me.

-Well, let me fill you
in on a little

well-known secret, hoss.

Jack Bullock gonna bury
Priscilla Hardaway.

[gun shot]

-If it's the last
thing he does.

[gunfire]

-What was I supposed to do?

Stop them from driving off?

-You could have done
something.

-These people are killers, Wade,
with their big flashy

sports cars and their black
shiny revolvers.

-I knew it was a bad idea
spending another

night in this place.

-Sorry, Ms. Hardaway?

If Cliff Sutter's not coming,
I'm gonna have to sell the

seat.

-You can't do that.

I had to mortgage my house to
get a seat on that exchange.

-All I know is Cliff's
not here.

It's two minutes after.

I gotta have a body
in that chair.

-Excuse me.

Either of you play poker?

-Not really.

-Don't you worry, darlin'.

Used to call me Cryin' Man Slim
on the Tops touring bus.

I know every form of
poker known to man.

-Well, I just need
you to sit in.

It'll only be for
a few minutes.

-OK, what's the stakes?

-Just ante and fold, OK?

And please do not touch
the blue chip stocks.

-What?

-Those chips represent the
last of my holdings.

-You want me to fold
every hand?

-I can't afford to lose more
than just the penny antes.

Please, just do it, just until
I can find Cliff Sutter.

-Yes, ma'am.

Gentlemen, let's play.

-Here's Cliff's room.

[knocking on door]

-Cliff?

Cliff, open the door.

He's in there.

He's not answering.

-All right, miss, stand
back, stand back.

-Oh, my god.

Cliff.

-Well, I'll see your, uh, five
Compaq computers at $35 a

share and I'll, uh, raise
you 15 Pacific

Richfields at 16.20 a share.

-[sighs]

I fold.

-What a surprise.

Well, 10's over 2's, gents.

Boss is gonna buy me
a new Learjet.

-Uh, excuse me one minute,
gentlemen,

-Hey, hey, hey, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

You're not quitting, are you?

Hey, you haven't even blown
all your capital.

-Uh, just one minute.

Wade, where in the devil
have you been?

I've dropped $40,000
on these vultures.

-He's dead.

-Who's dead?

-Cliff Sutter.

We found him hanging
from a noose.

Priscilla's back at the
hotel with Jamie.

She thinks he was murdered,
Rembrandt.

She's calling him this
modern-day Billy the Kid, some

kind of corporate white knight
to save her company.

It's gonna be a bloodbath.

-What am I gonna do?

She's gonna lose everything
she's ever worked for if I

keep folding.

-Hey, big spender,
you in or out?

-Just try and stay afloat.

I'm gonna go see the sheriff.

-Gentlemen, looks like I'm just
a little lamb being led

to the slaughter.

Deal the cards.

-What do you mean you're
not gonna investigate?

-Do you know how many dead
bodies turn up in the course

of 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, listen to me.

In the last six weeks, Cliff
Sutter lost a quarter-million

dollars at the exchange table.

He spent all of Priscilla
Hardaway's capital, and he

dipped down into their
pension plan.

-You can't believe that
any more than I do.

You're terrified of
Jack Bullock.

-Now, hold on.

Jack Bullock put more people
back to work than any other

industrialist in the region,
including Silicon Valley.

So I'd advise you to think
twice before you go

[inaudible] his name about.

-Or what?

He'll kill me next, make it
look like a suicide so you

cowards can just
paper it over.

-I think I've said all
I have to say to you.

Thanks for stopping by.

-This is our risk arbitrage
division.

We call them the outriders,
always looking out for good

new companies to invest in.

-So I don't get it.

The company's called Drexel
Bullock, but what exactly do

you guys make?

-Money, Mallory,
and lots of it.

-Oh, there you are,
Mr. Bledsoe.

-Honey Sue?

-Mr. Bullock's looking
for you.

You two, Mr. Mallory.

-What's that about?

-I don't know.

[phone ringing]

-Thank you.

-Mm-hm.

Good afternoon.

Mr. Bledsoe's office,
may I help you?

-Mr. Bullock?

Mr. Arnette?

-Billy Rae.

-How you doing, Mr. Mallory?

You give any thought to that
proposition we made you?

-It is quite a lucrative
offer.

-So how come word's all over the
street you've climbed in

bed with Priscilla Hardaway?

-I don't know what you're
talking about?

-It's a preliminary
SEC filing.

-Hardaway's company's in the
midst of an underwriting.

Seems she's taking the
company public.

-Who's defending her?

-It's left undisclosed.

You figure it out.

-What do you have to say
for yourself, Mallory?

After the way we took you,
and we made you a

part of this family.

-I intend to prosecute you and
Hardaway Computers with all

due diligence, you
understand me?

-I understand.

And if any of you think you're
faster than Dalton was, let's

settle this right now.

Thought so.

-I had no idea.

-You are either incompetent,
Billy Rae, or you're a liar.

Either way, you are fired.

-Huh, Must be my, uh, unlucky
streak's finally

coming to an end.

Four tres.

[laughs]

-Uh-uh.

One more three and you
might have had me.

-Son of a bitch!

You go on up to the Bank
of Texas, Jim Bob.

You tell them I'm
under-capitalized.

-Yeah, hurry up there,
Jimmy Bob.

[laughs]

-Rembrandt just won
another hand.

-Tell Rembrandt to cash out.

We're getting out of here.

-Cliff Sutter's dead.

-I heard.

I'm gonna be next if we don't
hole up till the slide.

-One thing I've learned from
sliding, Professor.

Never get too comfortable.

-I'll meet you outside.

I left my stuff in the room.

-Come on, we're outta here.

-What, are you nuts?

Look at these cards, girl.

-All I see's a bunch of hearts
that don't match.

Come on.

-Wait a minute, help me
with some of these.

[laughs]

-He's not taking control
over my company.

-That is exactly what Jack
Bullock's gonna do, darling.

He's gonna do whatever
he wants.

And you are going down.

-Hey, pal, what's going on?

-Jamie, go back to the hotel.

-What's Hank Arnette
doing here?

-The company's in play.

Bullock's going for a
hostile takeover.

-What?

I thought he couldn't do that.

-He's been biding his
time until I was too

weak to defend myself.

He's contracted with
Billy the Kid.

-Who?

-He's a ruthless takeover
specialist from the East.

He's in the Sac News edition
of Texas Business Day.

-Let me see this.

-He was supposed to work for
me, but Bullock made him a

better offer.

-Don't worry, Mom.

Quinn will save the company.

-Baby honey, go inside.

-Tell her, Quinn.

Quinn's the greatest gunslinger
who ever was.

He'll stand down Jack Bullock.

Don't worry.

Correct me If I'm wrong, you
came here to save us, right?

-Jamie, I--

I wish I could.

-Jamie, Quinn never said
he was here to help us.

-You know, you're
a yellow liar.

-Jamie.

-And you're a coward, too.

-Look, maybe there is
something I can do.

-No.

Didn't you hear me?

It's too late.

-What is that?

-It's a letter of intent.

-It's addressed to me.

Quinn Mallory, chief counsel
for Hardaway Computers.

-How could that happen?

-I've gotta surrender
the company.

-What?

-What is my alternative?

To send you up against
Billy the Kid?

You'll never get your gun
out of the holster.

-Quinn, where's your gun?

-Jamie.

-Oh, no.

-Jamie.

[sirens]

-So there I am, testifying
before the Senate subcommittee

in Austin thinking, you people
never heard of synergy?

-Information superhighway's
coming, boys.

-Lead, follow, get
out of the way.

-To Hardaway Computers, the
next star in the Drexel

Bullock constellation.

-To Texas.

What are you doing here, boy?

-Who's he?

-Jamie Hardaway.

-How'd you get past security,
Mr. Hardaway?

-You killed my pa and had
Cliff Sutter hanged.

-That is simply not true, son.

-I'll shoot.

I swear I will.

-Billy.

QUINN (OFFSCREEN): Jamie!

Jamie, put the gun down.

-No.

-Jamie, listen to me,
you were right, OK?

I--

I came here to help you.

But if you don't put the gun
down, I can't do anything.

-Jamie?

Please.

-This man will pay for
what he's done.

I promise.

-He doesn't deserve to live.

-But that's not for you
or me to decide.

You're gonna need to trust me.

Thatta boy.

-Quinn, the sheriff's coming
down the hall.

-Tough break, Mallory.

That boy certainly does
have the wrong

impression of me, Priscilla.

How much does he
know about us?

-There is no us.

Never has been and never
will be, no matter

how hard you try.

-What's all this about,
Mr. Bullock?

-Hardaway's lead attorney
is fighting

the takeover, Sheriff.

-He's lying.

I came here for the kid.

-That true, Ms. Hardaway?

-It's not your place to ask
questions, Sheriff.

You just keep the drunks
off the street.

Let us go about our
business, hmm?

That's what you're good at.

-Looks like you and I are
going in for a little

negotiation.

If Mr. Bullock contracted for
a hostile takeover, then

that's just what
he's gonna get.

-You got that, Mallory?

Kill or be killed.

-This is the perfect example of
the need for gun control.

Perhaps one of these days we'll
land in a civilized

society and guns won't even
have been invented.

This killing one another,
this is unbelievable.

What are we gonna do?

-If you would stop whittering
for a moment, woman, I might

have a chance to think.

-Look, I can't allow
you to do this.

I'll give up the company.

I'll take my golden parachute
and start over.

-Too late for that.

Rembrandt, how much
do we have?

-Oh, I'd say about 3, 400,000.

Once I quit folding, the
money started flowing.

-Might be enough to keep the
company solvent for a while,

assuming I can prevent this
takeover without getting my

head blown off.

-You can't go through
with this.

These people are trained
killers.

-I know what I'm doing.

I think.

-Ready when you are, boy.

-Good luck, Mr. Mallory.

-I'm gonna need it.

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-That ain't gonna
save you, boy.

-You're gonna shoot
me in cold blood?

-Warm, cold, makes no
difference to me.

Go ahead.

I'll be gone soon.

Dead or gone.

But there's something you
people should know.

I come from a world where men
face the same dark challenges

as you, the urge to
compete, to kill

for power and pleasure.

-You put that gun back on.

-We weren't put on this earth
to destroy each other.

We don't have to
live like this.

They tell me you were once
a good man, Sheriff.

When I'm gone, I hope you find
your backbone again and arrest

Jack Bullock for the
murders of Cliff

Sutter and Tom Hardaway.

-That's enough talk.

Blast him!

What are you waiting for?

-Hell, I can't shoot
an unarmed man.

-Mr. Bullock, that's a violation
of SEC regulations.

-Shut up.

-You're gonna have to kill
me first, Mr. Bullock.

-No way, Billy Rae.

-I'll save you the trouble,
Mr. Bullock.

I will pull the trigger.

-Wow!

-Ready to go, Rembrandt?

-After you, sweetheart.

-I told you they were
angels, Mom.

Now do you believe me?

-Yeah, I believe you, Jamie.

-Afraid I'm gonna have to arrest
you for the murder of

Cliff Sutter, Mr. Bullock.

-What do you think
you're doing?

-Something I should have
done a long time ago.

Put the gun down, sir.

It's over.

-How can I ever thank 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 remember that?

-I think so.

Quinn?

Quinn, where are you?

Quinn, come back.

Quinn!

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