Down Argentine Way Page #4

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- No. A friend of mine told me about this.

This is just like the Westchester, no?

- Except that Binnie won't interrupt us.

- And I do not have to catch a plane.

And there's no

misunderstanding about a horse.

If I did not know that you had

come down here to buy horses,

I would be hoping

that you had come down here to see me.

Perhaps I did.

You said it was like a sudden storm,

but it didn't really hit me until after you left.

You have thought of me, Ricardo?

Oh, si, querida.

You have been with me

in my mind every waking moment,

and at night I have adored you in my dreams.

But if I hadn't come down here,

we never would have seen each other again.

It had to happen.

If we'd not met like this,

I would have found you some way.

Nothing could have stopped us.

You said it was too wonderful to miss,

didn't you, Ricardo?

Si, mi vida, si.

- Well, I didn't.

- Why did you do this to me?

- That's what I came down here to do.

- Wait! Explain yourself.

Shh. Carmen Miranda.

Your client has been away for a long time.

You don't think she has left?

I have absolutely not a worry.

Her credit is phenomenal.

Every time you see an automobile,

it has a piston ring of her father's inside it.

- Tomad la adicin.

- Oh.

- Anastasio.

- Anastasio.

Take me to the hotel.

There he is! Surround him.

Be careful. He may be armed.

- What have you done with my niece?

- How dare you, seor?

Do you not know it is a serious offence

to impersonate an official?

I have impersonated nobody but myself. I'm

Tito Acua, the best guide in Buenos Aires,

and tonight was purely business,

although I haven't been paid.

- Then where is Seorita Crawford?

- I lost her.

The young lady, I heard her

tell the driver to go back to the hotel.

Just the same,

I do not believe this man's story.

I've taken thousands of women out

and never have I had a single complaint.

Really?

Thank you very much.

You've been very kind, Your Excellency.

(whines)

Don Diego!

Don Diego!

Tourists outside want to buy horses.

Maria, mate para Casiano!

- What kind of tourists are they?

- Hm... the man... nothing.

But the seora,

or maybe seorita, is Americana.

Ah, in that case,

perhaps she can afford to buy.

They got girl with them.

She want to see baby horses in the paddock.

- I told her all right.

- A young girl?

Well, Ricardo, my eyes don't see so good

like they did long time ago,

but she is young, beautiful like a flower.

That much I see.

Excuse me, Papa.

- Sit down, Casiano.

- Gracias.

Him -just like his father, eh?

That old groucho said

he was getting a Don Diego.

- Where do you suppose they keep him?

- Wherever it was...

Ah, he has been found already.

Panchito, where are you taking Furioso?

No place, seor. I take him back to the stable.

Wait a minute.

I asked you where you were taking the horse.

Uh...

What is the matter with you?

He got a memory to forget. I told him

to take Furioso to the north pasture.

He no like no more

the grass on the south pasture.

- What a magnificent horse.

- Gracias.

- Is he for sale?

- Oh, no, no, seora.

There is not enough money

in all North America to buy him.

This is Furioso,

the finestjumper in the Argentine.

For last three year - three - he win every

blue ribbon at horse show in Buenos Aires.

- He'll win another one in two weeks.

- Go about your business, Panchito.

Go with him, otherwise the boy may forget

and turn himself out to graze.

Vamos, muchacho.

Well, seora,

what kind of horses did you wish to buy?

The four-legged kind.

My name is Binnie Crawford and...

- Crawford?

- That's right, Crawford.

You will please me very much, seora,

if you leave my property at once.

I only asked to buy horses.

I sell no horses to Crawfords. Go, seora.

Tito, are you gonna

let that goat talk to me this way?

Seor...

Seorita, I think it is too late.

He said it already.

You will go this instant, seora,

or I will have you put out.

I'll go all right.

I wouldn't stay

if you threw a barbecue in my honour.

(horn beeps)

(Binnie) Ye Gods! What next?

- What are you doing here?

- I live here.

Well, stay away from that house. There's a

madman there. He just threw me off the place.

You refer to my father.

You must have told him your name.

Yes, I did. And I added a few under my breath.

Well, I apologise for him. About some

subjects he's a little strong-headed,

but he's very nice when you know him.

Until you get acquainted

you'd do well to have a hatchet.

Get in, Glenda. I've had enough.

No. I have asked Seorita Glenda

to ride back to the city with me.

All right. You can take chances with your life

if you want to, but I'm much too young.

(horn beeps)

- Well, shall we go and get the car?

- What about your father?

Oh, I promise you, he will not attack without

warning. We Quintanas are sportsmen.

What's over there?

Oh. Come. I'll show you.

All our favourite horses are buried here.

This big stone is on the grave of Tempestad.

He won the Palermo handicap three times.

All told, he won 48 races,

until he died in 1925.

- He was the greatest horse my father had.

- I didn't realise you had racehorses.

Oh, yes. We did at one time.

But now we have not raced for 15 years.

Tempestad was cut down

and killed on the track.

My father has refused to race since that day.

It isn't fair to condemn the whole sport

because of one accident.

No.

Oh, here he comes now.

Ricardo.

What's the best footpath back to the city?

I have been looking for you, Ricardo.

I have had the most unfortunate experience.

What was that?

I have just had to put some people

named Crawford off the place.

Oh, we saw a car drive away. That is too bad.

The young lady, Ricardo.

I do not believe we have met.

Tenis razn, pap.

This is Seorita Cunningham.

We met in New York. Something happened

to her car. I will drive her back to the city.

I am sorry, Seorita Cunningham,

if I seemed abrupt, but I am somewhat upset.

- You will be in the Argentine for a little time?

- Well, my plans are a little indefinite.

Before you leave,

you must pay us another visit.

Thank you very much. I'd love to.

Then I shall be expecting

Ricardo to bring you. Adis.

- Well... He-he's nice.

- Then you will accept his invitation?

That was to a Miss Cunningham.

I doubt if he'd want Miss Crawford.

After he gets to like Miss Cunningham,

then he will feel much more

favourably disposed toward Miss Crawford.

Of that I am certain.

(band plays)

- What's going on?

- This is the annual village fiesta.

Once each year, the peons get together

and drink and dance...

and perhaps make love.

In this little village

you will find the true Argentine.

- The true Argentine, huh?

- Ye...

- Sing, seorita.

- (all) Sing, seorita!

Just sing to your seorita

She'll be sweet to you, seor

Every gaucho and caballero

Should be a true troubadour

Sing to your seorita

And you never will go wrong

She'll confess to the magic music

And she'll say yes to a song

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