Face To Face (Faccia a Faccia / Cara a cara)

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'm truly privileged. For my part in history...

...will not have been useless.

The class is dismissed. Thank you.

My dear Professor Fletcher. Miss Wilkins and I look forward to your return.

I hope you're not disappointed.

Come, come, 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 sure your lungs will improve as soon as you put your foot in,

Texas. And you'll come back here to Boston completely recovered.

Yes sir, no doubt. - 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. - But I'm not complaining.

That's just the trouble. You have no ambition.

That's why you've never been promoted.

In this country there are no limits for the man who is willing to fight.

You've never struggled against the position fate has put you in.

But that is what you must do now, more than ever.

Well, I'm late for class. Have a good trip.

Goodbye, Dean.

Well, Miss Wilkins...

...he's probably right about me, you know.

Well, I don't believe him, professor. - That's good of you, Elizabeth.

Are you asleep, Professor?

No, but very nearly. I couldn't sleep last night because of you and your...

...Paco raising Cain in the next bedroom.

Why, Professor, I do not understand.

My dear, I don't believe you.

El amor, it is not wrong.

You do not think it is wrong to love, do you, Professor?

Because Paco has gone away...

...and I feel so lonely.

Lonely?

Who'd be coming up here?

Get out, go on!

Get down there where you belong!

Give us a little drink, something nice and cool.

Sheriff! This half breed, he looks like Beauregard Bennet!

It ain't no affair of yours.

Hurry up, we're thirsty!

But, Sheriff, maybe this could turn out to be an affair of mine...

...if we have a visit from Bennet's amigos.

All his amigos are underground.

That is, except for one who escaped our ambush! Zachary Shawn.

But we'll get him too and then the Bennet gang is through.

Water!

Don't talk so much and you won't get thirsty.

Just a minute.

Hey you, what do you think you're doing?

I'm going to give him a drink. - Hold it! You're doing nothing for that man.

All members of a civilized society have fundamental human rights.

What's the guy talking about?

Quien sabe, sheriff. He's a professor from the East. He reads a lot of books.

Well, Professor,listen to me.

That man's a cheap killer. Keep your philosophy for someone else.

A killer, eh?

You see, in this country nobody can be presumed guilty of a crime...

before a correctly constituted court of law declares that guilt proven.

All right, all right, spare me the lecture, give him a drink.

Thank you.

Drop your guns or I'll kill him!

You, get on the coach and start going as soon as we're inside.

Go on.

Move!

Vamos!

Mas suerte!

I, uh, I'm afraid you could hardly have made a worse choice of hostage.

I'm terribly ill, it's the lungs you know.

Yeah? But the sheriff's men didn't know.

Go faster, go!

Ready?

What for?

You might as well be dead if you're so sick.

I? But I'm..., I might recover.

After all, I mean it's possible!

And even if I don't, this doesn't make sense. I've never done you any harm.

You have no reason to kill me.

Yeah, you're right. Why kill a dead man.

Anyway, I may need an extra bullet some time.

How are you feeling?

I'm feeling like I have a bullet in my guts, that's how I'm feeling.

I did the best I could. I put you on one of the horses.

But then after nightfall I got lost.

In the morning I found this stream and I thought maybe I could clean that wound.

No, don't. In your condition, you shouldn't move.

Then let me die, leave me alone.

I wouldn't leave my worst enemy here like this.

Besides, where do you want me to go?

I don't even know where I am right now.

I know a hideout. If you could get me to it.

Where?

Well, haven't much choice I guess.

Take my gun, Professor. - Why?

Take it, I said!

Aim for the side, where the chain joins the manacle.

Yes, but how do you fire this?

Pull back the hammer! Haven't you ever fired a gun?

This thing? That could be dangerous, couldn't it?

Yes, Professor, it could.

And remember, it's loaded. And it shoots when you pull the trigger.

O, yes. - Try again!

That's it.

Get closer.

Here.

Hi there, stranger. I didn't hear you coming.

But you're welcome.

It's a real pleasure to see another human being after all these weeks alone here.

What can I do for you, friend?

You can take me to Beauregard. - What?

Who's Beauregard? - Solomon Bennet.

Known as Beauregard. Tell him I wanna talk.

But I don't know who yo... - Ah, shut up!

And you, take off your gunbelt.

I'm Siringo. Charley Siringo.

So I finally found you, didn't I, Beau?

How did you find me?

I looked around.

I heard that Bennet's Raiders used to have...

...one of their hide-outs around here somewhere.

What do you want?

I wanna work for you, wanna help you reorganize Bennet's Raiders.

That's what you have in mind, isn't it?

We'll begin with Zachary Shawn. Once he's out of jail...

...collect the other boys, and as for the dead, replace them. How about it?

You wanna do it?

You really think I'm going to accept just anybody who offers to join? - No.

But then I'm...

...not just anybody.

These posters are my references.

It's my good luck charm.

From my first sheriff.

Did you ever hear talk of the...

...Pinkertons?

Sure, it's a private detective agency.

Well, of all the lawmen on my trail these days, they're the most troublesome.

They could make up a story like yours.

I understand.

But this'll prove that I don't have anything to do with them.

A Pinkertons' man would've shot the both of you by now. Who'd stop him?

I would.

I admit you're plenty smart and that's the main reason why I want to work for you.

I'm afraid not.

I haven't begun my recruiting.

And maybe I never will.

All right.

I'm a very patient type. If you want me, all you have to do is whistle.

I'll probably be near enough to hear you.

What are you doing?

Clearing out. I don't want any more visitors.

Must we? This is a good place.

You think so? Then why don't you stay here.

Yes.

I might.

Because, you're gonna begin doing what that fellow said,...

...getting Bennet's Raiders together again, aren't you?

That's natural. - Natural?

You picked the right word. Naturally a wild beast returns to violence...

creeps out of the hole where it's.

...been licking his wounds and joins the pack again.

You're an animal, incapable of thought. You kill people from sheer stupidity.

Tell me. What would you do if you were stronger than I am, Brett?

Wait.

Don't cry.

It's nothing.

You have a different kind of strength. You have it here, not here.

Listen, you know what we're going to do now?

I have to meet one of the boys in Purgatory City.

Tomorrow there's a train. You be on it and clear out.

Get me? You should go back East!

Good morning. I'd like a room so I can rest. I'm waiting for the train.

I see.

well, if you don't have anything, where else could I try?

You are the owner, I presume? My name is Fletcher. Professor Fletcher.

Number Eight.

Thank you.

That man who was smiling, who is he?

Oh, just someone who smiles.

We're pretty friendly people here in Purgatory City.

We prefer someone who smiles at us, especially if he's carrying a gun.

But when a fellah who looks like the spitting image...

...of Beauregard Bennet rides into town...

...carrying a gun and not smiling...

...then we begin to worry.

Where can I find a fellah called Aaron Chase?