(A woman has requested that Paladin search for her missing brother.)
Paladin: You suspect violence.
Arthur: Mmmph. With brother Courtney the victim? It's hardly likely.
Beatrice: How can you say that?
Arthur: Because I've encountered hundreds like him. This nation has produced a bumper crop. The Bad Check Fraternity. Brotherhood of the I.O.U.
Beatrice: That's not being fair--
Arthur: I'm being honest. That's what Mr. Paladin needs, honesty at this end. If not at the other. The quick smile, the empty promise, the moist handshake, that's what you look for. And when you feel the sudden thrust of a knife between your shoulders, that's when you know you've found Courtney Burgess.
Beatrice: My husband's merchant's mind fails to acknowledge that--some men are born special. Destined for more than...keeping ledgers.
(Paladin enters a room and gets attacked from behind. He throws the man back, and draws.)
Hodges: You must be fond of that gun.
Paladin: I've grown attached to it.
Hodges: You gonna kill me?
Paladin: Should I?
Hodges: Well, if you're takin' a ballot, I vote no. It's the Colonel you've come for, I suppose.
Paladin: Now, how would you know that?
Hodges: Well, Mister, everybody comes lookin' for the Colonel, it's a regional sport, like lacrosse.
(Paladin examines the man behind the desk.)
Paladin: This man isn't drunk. He's ill!
Paladin: Typhoid? Well, that'd account for the empty water barrels, but what about those three in the orderly room, now typhoid didn't take them out.
Hodges: Oh, would you believe it, out of a company of twelve, all but those three defected? You know, once Nature turns on Man, it ain't but a hop, skip, and a jump 'til Man turns on himself.
Paladin: Well, this man's sick. He needs a doctor, he needs medicine.
Hodges: There're folks in Hell who need an ice water.
Hodges: Hope you brought a horse.
Paladin: Only as far as the woods.
Hodges: I don't hear anybody layin' railroad track. How you plannin' to bust out of here?
Paladin: That's a good question. How are you?
Hodges: As long as Tamasun doesn't attack, I, there's hope. I'm still alive.
Paladin: Well, he knows this fort is unprotected, what's holding him back?
Hodges: A healthy fear of typhoid. That's my little ace. I ain't played the big ace yet.
Paladin: No horses, no water. Two hundred miles from nowhere, besieged by hostile Indians and fever. What are you saving it for?
Hodges: You play your hand. I'll play mine.
Hodges: Was it the Merchants' Trust in Abilene?
Hodges: Luke Frost sent ya.
Hodges: Then it was the Colvert Brothers.
Paladin: Way you keep rattling off names, one might get the impression that your Colonel had left a fairly spotty back trail.
Hodges: Man in a hurry's bound to pick up a few enemies. You know, you don't just plant a seed and up pops a fort. Takes planning. Sweat.
Paladin: Indian sweat?
(Paladin has shot "Hodges" in self defense, and told him why Paladin had come searching for him.)
Paladin: Mr. Burgess, you and I are both near dead.
Hodges: I've got news for you yet. Give me the jacket. I got no time to argue! Put it on. Put it on. (Paladin draps the jacket over the man's shoulders.) When you get back--and you'd better get back, Mister--this is the part I want you to tell 'em. (Starts to stagger towards the entrance.) Tell my brother-in-law what kind of end I came to. You understand?
Paladin: I understand.
Filmed on location in Bend, Oregon.