Professor Brad Fletcher: In pain? Eh. You must know that torture's important, Wallace. It lifts the morale of the torturer. Didn't they teach you that at the university? You were... trapped by your... higher education. It leaves its own smell on you, I know it too well.
Wallace: I know you do. And I can't imagine how a man of your background could...
Professor Brad Fletcher: On the contrary, what's surprising is that a man like me could remain all those years watching life as a spectator, before he discovered the force that was in him. But... d'you have any idea what can be accomplished here if you're a man of intelligence? Where men who are morons have succeeded in usurping the power the power in the land?
Wallace: Yes. He'd be certainly in a position to improve things... but not a weak man like Brad Fletcher. You change your spots. You're civilized among civilized people, violent among the violent. You're quite ready to adapt to any new background like a parasite!
[Fletcher wipes Wallace's brow]
Professor Brad Fletcher: Pity you didn't pay attention at school, Wallace. The philosophy of violence, you recall it? One violent soul is just an outlaw... a hundred a gang, but... they're an army at a hundred thousand. That is the point. Beyond the confines that limit the outlaw as an individual criminal, violence by masses of men is... called history! Hm... I must say that... I'm glad I've been able to speak with an equal, who understands me. Those others are only able to understand the simplest things... such as the fact that a spy pays the penalty.
[Fletcher has one of his thugs hand him a gun, pulls back the hammer and puts the barrel to Wallace's neck]
Professor Brad Fletcher: Reasons of state, Wallace. You studied history, so you know what I mean. Not out of hate... but with compassion.
[He shoots Wallace point-blank]
