Face to Face (1967)

Carole André: Cattle Annie

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Quotes 

• 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]