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Don't bother to ask any questions,

because I want you to go.

- Any other questions?

- No other questions.

Zack!

- I love you.

- Sure you do, sweetheart.

- And I love you too.

- I didn't mean it that way.

- No? How did you mean it?

- I want to get married.

- Is that all?

- Is there more?

Frankly, there's much more.

Like the question

of your happiness.

Right now you're well

taken care of. Secure.

But suppose I said yes.

And then I went

out there and they...

Let me put it this way. A gambler's

not a very good insurance risk.

And the people who disturb me

most at funerals are the women.

Especially widows.

But the sight of you in sackcloth is

something more than I bargained for.

Then you do love me? Please quit.

Before they kill you.

If they do, you'll be busy whipping up

a mourning outfit and forget about me.

- Zack!

- What?

Kiss me?

Kissing you is always

a pleasure, darling.

There she is. All done.

I think she looks pretty damn good.

She looks beautiful.

Joseph, I'm really proud of you.

You did a wonderful job.

Our boat. It looks fantastic.

Not me, Max, us. All of us

made our boat look fantastic.

- Want me to try, Mr. Jarrett?

- Let her blow!

Lower to the left.

- All right?

- Perfect. Now nail it on.

Gentlemen, please be our guest.

I name you La Maison Rouge.

Here is to all of you hardworking

gentlemen who made this possible.

If you have any wages

burning a hole...

...in your pocket,

you know where to go.

- Captain, who pays the two dollars?

- What two dollars?

Easy with the picture.

Be serious, we gotta find out

who this picture belongs to.

You must be Miss Maxine.

The storage company

sent us to deliver your picture.

- What makes you so sure it's hers?

- It's her all right.

Are you kidding?

Come take a look.

You guys recede.

- She really posed for that?

- Yes, that's me.

Yeah.

- I wonder if he did it from memory.

- Yeah, that's her.

- I wish my wife looked like that.

- Yeah.

This was all my husband left me.

He was a connoisseur of art.

Shame he didn't leave you

clothes to go with it.

- Who pays the two dollars?

- As soon as you hang it over the bar.

- Up the gangplank, to the starboard.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Starboard is to the right.

- That's where I'm going.

When I say go,

we'll point to the right.

Go!

I'll do it so even you can understand.

Now go!

- Curly Joe.

- What?

- He's a nitwit.

- He's stupid.

Now when I say "go" we'll all

point to the right. Go!

Now he's stupid.

Captain, help me out? I'm

dealing with two mental midgets.

When I say "go" we'll all point

to the right. Go!

- Go!

- There they are!

There they are!

Now wait a minute.

Stop beating up on me!

Leave her alone.

She reminds me of my mother.

We didn't mean any harm.

- I told you.

- You never had a mother.

- Shame on you.

- Remind me to have you stuffed.

That picture is a disgrace

to Galveston.

You won't hang

that disgraceful picture.

Get your mother

out of here, Whistler!

Get her in that chair.

Take it easy.

She'll be all right.

- Don't worry, Mildred.

- Is she all right?

- These wheelchairs are dangerous.

- Are you all right?

Yes. You'll be all right.

Just a minute.

You struck one of the toughest men

from Texas. Tell her, Tex.

- Oh, did I?

- Maybe you don't understand.

He's the toughest man

from Texas. Give her an adjective.

Wait a minute.

It couldn't be better

if we planned it.

- How so?

- It's the oldest military tactic.

Keep the enemy fighting

among themselves.

Let them fight. Let them beat

each other to a pulp.

Then we'll move in on Mr. Jarrett

and Mr. Thomas with 200 men.

Fresh men.

And here's the man

I've taken care of...

...and nurtured to be the leader

of our gladiators.

Gentlemen, an old friend of yours.

Why, it's Matson.

That's right, gentlemen. Mr. Matson.

Wonder when he got back.

- He looks fully recovered.

- He sure does.

- Can he still use his gun hand?

- Matson, tell the gentlemen...

...how carefully we planned

our skirmish.

What signal do I give

when I'm on the boat...

...and you're waiting

with your men?

Jarrett will use the boat whistle

when Zack attacks...

...and when you want me,

just double that signal.

Simple.

This may just prove to be one

of the bloodiest arenas in history.

Gentlemen, tonight's opening

would not be possible...

...without your help.

Keep in mind this is LA Maison Rouge

not the Last Chance Saloon...

...and this will be a memorable night

for Galveston...

...and a profitable one for us.

Be on your best behavior.

It's very simple.

When in doubt, just smile.

If you're in doubt,

call on Renee.

Renee has been appointed maitre

d'htel. That means "headwaiter."

You all know what to do.

Mr. Jarrett would like to say

a few words.

Remember one thing. No rough stuff

unless you hear the whistle.

If it looks like trouble

with uninvited visitors...

...Angel will give two blasts

on the pipe. Right?

- Right.

- Then you go all out.

We must catch them

at the dock.

Have you got that straight?

Good luck to all of us.

Wait for the customers?

Do you really think there will be any?

If nothing else brings them out,

that dress will.

- You like it?

- Sure. I paid for it!

They're coming, Mr. Jarrett!

All right, men. Places.

I guess we all understand that?

Look at all them pigeons.

Don't shoot until the green

on their money shows.

- Here we go, Prince George.

- Yes, sir!

All right, the show is on.

Isn't this wonderful, Henry?

This Jarrett's a clever fellow.!

So that's the notorious

Maxine Richter.

Max, to her friends.

Do you think Zack Thomas will let

Jarrett get away with it?

I see we are honored by some

of the oldest families in Galveston.

And by some

of the youngest wives.

Mr. And Mrs. Winthrop Trowbridge.

Mr. And Mrs. Harvey Burden!

- Good evening.

- Mr. Jarrett.

It's a pleasure to welcome

you both.

- Mr. Burden.

- We're having more fun.

Very gratifying.

Very gratifying indeed.

Come along, Evelyn.

I see some friends.

Deal, deal, deal.

Pay 18.

Thank you.

- Credit these to my account.

- Yes, Mr. Godfrey.

Ladies, shall we?

How about that?

That's right, Arthur Godfrey.

Presenting Madame Elya Carlson!

- Stop staring, William.

- Who's staring?

What an entrance. Look at those

diamonds. They look real.

- Quite a sight, Max?

- Lf you like the type.

Oh, it takes all kinds...

If Elya's here, then Zachariah

can't be far behind.

Hey, Boss.

Boss.

They're here, they're here.

Well, come on.

Mr. And Mrs. Jacques Byrnes.

- You be ready when I tell you.

- You bet.

Maestro, please.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your attention, please?

Miss Maxine will say a few words.

Ladies and gentlemen, some visitors

are about to drop in unexpectedly.

Mr. Jarrett will meet them on the dock

and explain that we are full.

It might take some convincing.

But no one here will be harmed.

In the meantime, have fun.

We have spared no expense to make

La Maison Rouge...

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