Fade to Black2006

Brewster:
[Pete Brewster, Lucky Luciano and Luciano's henchman have driven Welles out to a deserted stretch of dirt road and forced him out of the car] You call yourself an American?

'Lucky' Luciano:
Listen - he's just another name on that list. I say we waste him. Let the Reds take the rap.

'Lucky' Luciano:
[Luciano's henchman punches and beats Welles, who falls to the ground. Henchman then approaches Welles and points a pistol to his head] You got somethin' to say about that, Mr. Welles? Somethin' smart?

Orson Welles:
[Thug, with gun to Welles' head, racks the slide on his pistol] Christ, Pete, stop him! You gotta' stop him!

Brewster:
[Coldly indifferent] I don't have to stop him. You heard what he said: you're just a name on a list.

Orson Welles:
[Welles, in pain, grunts and groans on the ground]

Brewster:
How can we possibly shoot you, when you played such a sterling part for Uncle Sam? You know that "list"... when we first planted it and you made such a big splash with it in the Press - well, it was more than I could have hoped. You know the best part? Originally, you weren't even on the list. You know why?... You're not that important. You were kind of an afterthought.

'Lucky' Luciano:
You're not worth the bullet, Mr. Welles.

Brewster:
[Welles, still on the ground, glares up at him] Don't judge me! The war never stopped. It just went underground. We simply have to win. Now, it's all about sacrifices, and whether you're tough enough to make them.

Orson Welles:
Maybe you made too many, Pete. I remember when you had a soul, not just a job.

Brewster:
You're entitled to your opinion.

Orson Welles:
It's a free country.

Brewster:
[Walking back to the car, leaving Welles lying in the road] F*** you, Orson.

Orson Welles:
F*** you, Pete. [Brewster and the others drive off, leaving Welles deserted in the road]