[trying to convince a group of rebels that he's letting them escape]
John Preston: Go. Go, damn you!
[sees another rebel being shot and knows this group will be next]
John Preston: Get out of here, God damn it! If you don't, you're dead!
Rebel: Don't do it. He'll shoot us in the back.
John Preston: If I was gonna shoot you, I'd shoot you in the face. Now go.