Professor. That's good of you, Elizabeth.

And those other people haven't broken the law. They got a right to go where they like.

Goodbye, Dean.

Will you sign my notebook.

You are the owner, I presume?

Beauregard shoulda stayed in jail.

This is Brett Fletcher.

You're civilized among civilized people and violent among the violent.

I arrest you in the name of the law!

And the big brains at the Pinkerton Agency have figured a plan to catch him, like sending out another agent to pose as a bandit and gain his confidence.

My dear Professor Fletcher. Miss Wilkins I and I look forward to your return. I hope you're not disappointed.

Ah dear Mr. Fletcher is from the North.

May I present Great Grandmother Cratcher, just come from Virginny to take the pilgrimage.

Hey, Fred!

He's even importing professional gun slingers from cities as far away as Chicago and San Francisco and St. Louis.

Thank you, Mr. Fletcher, very much for digging her up.

And I propose Bennet's Raiders, about to ride again!

DERRY.

Freddy.

Fred, come on, sit down.

Come on, get out!

Fred, wake up! Wake up!

Yep? Are you really all right?

Fred.

Fred.

Fryer?

Look. Francis Fryer.

You're Francis Fryer?

Mr. Francis Fryer.

Fred?

It's Fred.

Good night, Fred. Good night, Al.

See you soon.

Wake up. Gadorsky!

She's burning up!

Go to sleep, Fred.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep.

Thank you, Fred.

All right.

Fred Derry? Some chaperone.

Come on, Fred.

Hello, Fred. Al here?

Sit down, Fred.

That was Fred. Yeah.

Yeah?