Dawn at Socorro

Brett Wade:
My past. Every dark, miserable day of it.

Brett Wade:
Well, this is an honor. Probably the first time a corpse has ever been asked to deliver his own funeral oration. I expected to be carried out of Lordsburg, but here I stand on my way to Colorado filled with wind instead of lead. I couldn't include most of you in my will, but I do leave you all the unmined silver in these hills, all the unspilled whiskey, all the unkissed ladies and all the unfilled straights and flushes. I want to apologize for leaving the party. For me, there never has been, and never will be, another like it. And finally, I want to apologize to all of those of you who hoped to gain the distinction of being the man or woman to shoot and kill the notorious Brett Wade.

Jimmy Rapp:
No apologies necessary, Wade. I'm here to oblige you.

Brett Wade:
All right, what is it?

Doc Jameson:
You know why you've been coughing so much lately? You never gave that wound time to heal properly. It's inflaming your lung.

Brett Wade:
Is that a medical opinion or fact?

Doc Jameson:
Oh, the way you go at it with whiskey, women and poker! It's a sucker's game!

Brett Wade:
I always thought the game would end with one well-placed bullet.

Doc Jameson:
Well, it still might... there are plenty of shooting days until Christmas.

Brett Wade:
Allow me to introduce myself.

Rannah Hayes:
I know who you are.

Brett Wade:
By reputation?

Rannah Hayes:
No, by your notoriety.

Sheriff Cauthen:
If you're in town by sundown tomorrow, I'm going to throw you in jail.

Jimmy Rapp:
On what charge?

Sheriff Cauthen:
Disturbin' my peace of mind.

Sheriff Cauthen:
Tell you what I'm gonna do, Wade. The minute I get you on the train, I'm going home to finish a quart of bourbon and go to bed. But until then I'm go to stay awake, sober... and nervous.

Sheriff Cauthen:
Let's have your gun.

Jimmy Rapp:
I'm naked without it!

Sheriff Cauthen:
It's all right. I won't arrest you for being naked.

Brett Wade:
I was just listing my friends.

Sheriff Cauthen:
What about your enemies?

Brett Wade:
All my friends are my enemies. I hate 'em because I have to leave 'em.

Sheriff Cauthen:
Yeah, that's the part I like best. You leaving.

Brett Wade:
What's your destination, Miss Hayes?

Rannah Hayes:
Socorro.

Brett Wade:
What's your destiny? Marriage?

Rannah Hayes:
Yes.

Brett Wade:
It's not the answer I was hoping for.

Rannah Hayes:
Don't you believe in marriage?

Brett Wade:
I once had many beliefs. One of them was marriage.

Brett Wade:
Look, Mr. Braden, I don't like the place you run in Socorro. Your cards are marked, your dice are loaded and your whiskey is watered.

Rannah Hayes:
Well, just exactly does my job call for?

Dick Braden:
See that my patrons spend more money at the bar and lose more money at the table than they had intended to. You'll do this by treating every patron as if he were handsome and entertaining, and by regarding yourself as beautiful, desirable and approachable.