Goin' to Town Page #6

Sure, Fletcher.

About this I.O.U.

You promised to settle up

with me two weeks ago.

I must have

the money tonight.

Tonight? I don't see how...

Well then, if you don't,

I'll just have to approach

Mrs. Colton for it.

No, no, no.

Don't disturb her, Rand.

I'll get it for you tonight

without fail.

Those are the windows

of her room.

I got ya.

And you better keep

your eye on that Indian.

You might fnd out

something interesting

about them.

When this guy, Ivan,

gets through with her,

we'll have plenty.

I suppose

I have myself to blame

for losing you.

But how on earth

was I to know that

you really cared for me?

Couldn't you tell

out at the ranch

that I did?

Don't you think

your method of showing it

was a little...

unusual? Shooting off my hat

and roping me like a steer?

Do you know you

might have killed me?

I'll admit I was

a little uncouth,

but you did like me.

You know I did,

but I tried to conceal it

the best way I could.

Holding out on me, huh?

Those are the windows

of her room. Get in there

while the entertainment is on...

so you'll be there

when she gets back.

Don't worry.

Be sure and get her

in front of the window so

I can see you at the right time.

You will see plenty,

my friend.

I want to get

in the social register,

and you insinuated that

I wasn't exactly a lady.

But I'm surprised...

Yeah, you're full

of surprises yourself,

you know.

I didn't know

you were nobility.

I had no title then.

I meant to tell you

that night in Buenos Aires...

that I was going home

to straighten out

some family affairs.

I meant to tell you

that I was mad about you,

always have been.

You've got to believe that.

I didn't say

you could kiss me.

Remember you once told me

to release my brakes?

Yeah, but why did

you wait so long?

Well, I'm not going to wait any longer.

I love you.

We've got to fnd

some way out of this.

All right, my lord,

it will have

to be arranged.

(Clearing Throat)

I'm sorry, madame.

I am so sorry, madame!

You're sorry?

What have you got

to be sorry about?

Remember. You only have

a half an hour to dress,

make up, vocalize,

warm up the voice.

Oh, yes. That's right.

I forgot. We're putting on

an opera tonight.

Best of success to you, my dear.

With you here,

that'll be easy.

(Dramatic Music)

I've been looking for you.

Did she give you the check?

No.

But I must have it

tonight.

I'm sorry, but Mrs. Colton

has defnitely refused to pay

any more of your gambling debts.

This is

an unusually large sum.

You may tell Mrs. Colton...

there is no sum too large

to pay for the name

I've given her.

Even so, I think she's

been very generous to you.

Did you get it?

No, but I will.

I'll go upstairs and get it.

Wait right here till I get back.

(Singing Arpeggio)

That's a very

delicate note, madame.

I'm afraid you are taking

the worst way to get there.

Well, I want to get there

in the worst way.

Oh.

(Singing Arpeggio)

Haven't you got

my dress hooked yet?

We go this way

and that way.

I can do nothing.

All right,

we'll try it again, please.

(Singing Arpeggio)

Madame, would you

please stand still?

Between the two of you,

you're driving me crazy.

Can I do anything

for you, sir?

No, thanks, Thomas.

Who's there?

En ces lieux malgre moi

Please, madame,

you mustn't scream.

Think of your voice.

Give me the "A."

Give me the "A."

Oh, stop blowing

that thing. I know

the whole alphabet.

Please hurry.

You're on in a minute.

They'll have to wait.

They can't stretch the music.

They'll have to stretch it,

or I'll go crazy!

How can I sing when you got

me in a mood like this?

Madame, you mustn't shout.

Who's shouting,

you seal?

You're on now.

Oh, I'm on, huh?

Well, how am I doin'?

Oh, please, madame,

give me the "A."

(Playing Pitch Pipe)

Que ma faiblesse adore

C'est toi

C'est toi mon bien aime

Oh, pardon me, general.

Ah, cesse

d'affliger mon coeur

Je subis une loi supreme

Je pleurs

Ravivant ma douleur

Delilah

Delilah

Je t'aime

Je t'aime

Come here, Sammy.

Ah, reponds

a ma tendresse

Par mes baisers

Verse moi, verse

moi I'ivresse...

Je veux secher

tes larmes et de

ton coeur eloigner

Reponds

Les larmes

A ma tendresse reponds a ma

Je veux secher

tes larmes

Tendresse

Je veux secher

Ahh

Tes larmes

Verse moi

Ahh

Moi verse moi

Ahh

L 'ivresse

Samson

Delilah

Samson

Delilah

Je t'aime

Je t'aime

He insists that he must

have that money tonight.

Expensive husband, huh?

All right, give it to him

but this is the last time.

Very well.

Oh, you can go.

Okay, madame.

What is it, Taho?

Come quick!

Mr. Colton, him hurt.

He's what?

Yes, lady.

In your room.

Oh.

Where are you going?

The intermission

is almost over.

Well, you tell them

to wait till I get back.

But, madame...

Do as I say.

See if there's any money

in his pocket?

No money, lady.

Wait outside that door.

Let no one in.

Okay.

Oh, so that's

where you're hidin'.

I'm not hiding.

I just came

to pay you a visit.

Yeah, and left

your callin' card.

Uh, what do you mean?

I don't understand.

Come here and I'll show ya.

How terrible.

But, darling,

I know nothing of this.

Don't "darlin"' me.

You know you did it.

Oh. So you are

a very clever woman.

You have put your husband

out of your way and you

want to blame it on me.

You have done this,

and you are going to pay

for it. I'm going.

You're gonna stay here

and face the music.

All right, I'm going to stay,

and I'm going to tell everyone

you did it.

I saw you.

Why you, low-down,

sneaky...

If you want

to save your life,

you better come with me.

Take your flthy hands

off me. Let me go!

Go on. Go on.

Don't let him get away.

Who are you,

and what do you want?

Donovan's the name,

and that's the story.

Oh. You're just

what's needed.

Come on in.

Are you alone?

Not exactly.

Well, in that case,

I'd like to see your paramour,

Mr. Ivan Valadov.

Are you tryin' to be funny?

Hey, listen, I'm an old hand

at this game.

Mr. Colton.

Yes.

Whose gun is that?

Why, uh,

I think it's mine.

That's all I want to know.

This is murder.

You're not insinuatin'

that I did it.

You'll have to tell

your story to the D.A.

Say, listen, you.

just a minute.

(Blowing Whistle)

What's happening?

Nothing. It's all right.

I'll take care of everything.

Boys, come up here.

I tell you, when I frst came

into this room, he was lyin'

there just as you see him.

Yes, yes, I know.

Don't let anyone

out of this house.

You search the grounds.

What has happened?

It's Mr. Colton.

What has she done

to my nephew?

My theory of the case

is murder.

Don't let anyone in here.

(Mrs. Brittony Screams)

Fletcher, why didn't

you listen to me?

I knew something like this

would happen if you married

that dreadful woman.

You came here.

You forced yourself upon us.

I swore I'd drive you

out of Southampton and now

you've killed my nephew.

I wouldn't be too sure

about that if I were you.

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