Painted Woman

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[reflective music]

[shouts]

[whip cracking]

[shouts]

[chuckling]

[knock at door]

Come in.

He's, uh, asking for you.

How do I look?

You look beautiful,

Miss Julie.

You always do.

I hate these dinner parties.

Don't be fibbing.

You love these parties.

You hate Annabelle Tilby.

[sighs]

Hm.

I'm sure she'll be down soon.

Yes.

Uncle Kyle.

It's about time you got here.

I'm sore sorry, uncle Kyle.

I need...

Allow me to

take responsibility.

I couldn't show up

to my first dinner party

not looking my best.

I don't recollect

meeting you before.

May I introduce myself?

Frank Dean.

John Tilby.

My wife,

Mrs. John Tilby.

Pleasure.

- My son Lane.

- Hello.

Good evening.

You're late.

- Please forgive me. I was...

- You must be Ms. Richards.

Harty speaks

very highly of you.

I'm sure.

Dinner will be

served shortly.

Mm.

After you.

What do you do, Mr. Dean?

I'm here to help Mr. Allison

with his business.

Mining?

No, not mining,

but there are opportunities

above ground

when there's gold beneath it.

The future is upon us.

The cowboys and savages

I read about as a child,

they will soon be extinct.

Opportunity is truly

paved from the ore

that you gentlemen have pulled.

Look at Mr. Allison.

The man is a king,

investing his money so wisely.

Your nephew tells me

that you alone

brought electricity

to Goldfield.

First in the state.

Thanks to Mr. Allison's

generosity.

Mm-hmm, yes,

he's a very generous man.

Well, that was a fine meal.

And this is an excellent

Kentucky bourbon.

It's very good.

Did you know it was

Thomas Jefferson

who made Kentucky

bourbon country?

Gave 60 acres

to the French farmers

to raise their native crops

as to honor their contribution

to the Revolutionary War.

Thomas Jefferson

was an honorable man.

Are you?

- Answer him.

- Wait a second.

- Sit down.

- Lane.

We ain't done nothing.

Sit down.

Your daddy's been

undercutting me, son.

Haven't you, John?

Is this why you invited us,

to threaten me?

Gentlemen,

we are just talking,

but Mr. Allison,

he does expect the truth.

I have done nothing.

I'm not a fool.

Well, a fool

doesn't get rich...

and a dead man don't

take it with him.

Well, I should

probably be going.

Yes.

Annabelle, we're leaving.

- Let me show you out.

- No need.

Think you got to him?

I do, unless, of course,

you'd like something more.

What do you want?

Is there anything I can do

for you, Mr. Allison?

No.

Well, you do have

her well trained.

[somber music]

Well, gentlemen, I shall

retire for the evening.

You should, both of you.

Have yourself a

good night, Kyle.

Mr. Dean?

He'll have you

well trained too.

I'm sure he will.

You do have an interesting

family, Harty Allison.

Ned and Sue have finished.

You never said,

do you like my dress?

I don't give a damn

about your dress.

I thought you wanted

the gold one.

Come here.

Come on.

Tilby was lying.

I knew Tilby was a liar.

I can't trust anyone.

You can trust me.

Trust you?

Trust you?

Why in the hell would

I ever trust you, huh?

Huh?

You're not well.

I'll leave you.

Goodnight.

Where you going?

I saw the way you looked

at him tonight.

I would never disrespect you

by looking at another man.

I belong to you.

Let me take you upstairs.

Come on.

Come on.

That's right.

I don't need your help,

you whore.

Come on, now.

[crying]

I got you.

Good morning, Ms. Richards.

Frank Dean's quite a man.

He done told me about

some of the jobs he pulled,

make your skin crawl

straight off.

I assure you, sir, I had

no intentions of such a thing.

My demeanor sometimes

can be misunderstood.

Well, you can have

all your fancy words

as long as we understand

one another.

I'm here for you

and to get paid, that is all.

Then get to work.

- [smack]

- [grunting]

You got me dirty.

[groans]

Ugh!

It's notarized.

You have the deed.

You didn't have to beat my son.

Oh, we would never do

a thing like that.

Would we, Lane?

No.

I don't want my family in

danger over a misunderstanding.

Well, then you should

probably leave town.

Let's go.

[chuckling]

Henry James.

Michael Dalton.

No. Please.

I'll do whatever you want.

[coughing]

You tell Kyle Allison

to go to hell!

[gunshot]

You've done well, Kentucky.

Thank you, sir.

I do appreciate

your kind words.

I'm sure you do.

[chuckling]

Worth every penny.

Good night.

Get upstairs.

[somber music]

Come here.

Come on.

Come on. God damn it.

Get up!

Get up! I said stand up.

Get up.

Stand up!

- Get up, you whore. Get up.

- [screaming]

It's all your fault,

you hear?

It's all your fault!

You know it!

This is your fault

'cause you're not

pretty anymore.

You know that? You're not

as pretty as you used to be!

[screaming indistinctly]

[growling]

[door opens]

Well, howdy.

What happened?

Please.

It's none of your concern.

You're right, of course.

Forgive me.

I was simply trying

to gain your trust.

Why?

I'd like to think

that we could be friends.

Can we?

You know why we can't.

We may have had a tragic

beginning to our relationship...

We don't have a

relationship, Mr. Dean.

Kyle Allison is a pig of

a man, and I know you know it,

and we both know

what he is capable of.

Why are you saying this?

A gentleman should

never strike a lady.

You kill people.

Only the bad ones.

I can't be your friend.

[calm music]

We are going out tonight.

Put on that green dress.

You deserve better.

Come on, now. Come on.

Come on, girl. Come on.

Watch your step,

Ms. Richards.

Thank you, Mr. Dean.

[indistinct chatter]

Good evening.

How are you doing,

Mr. Allison?

Evening.

- Ma'am.

- Mr. Allison.

How you doing tonight?

Evening.

- Evening.

- Gentlemen.

- How you doing, Mr. Allison?

- Evening.

Good to see you.

Good to see you.

You're not cheating

again, are you?

That a boy. How're the games?

Mr. Allison, join us?

By all means, deal me in.

[laughing]

[grunts]

- Mr. Allison.

- Is this her?

- This is Cora.

- Well.

Get up.

Now.

This is Mr. Allison, Cora.

You're going to live

with him now.

Does that suit you, honey?

Good.

Kentucky.

Darling, why don't you

come over here?

You knew this day would come.

What do I do?

You come back to work.

Where else will you go?

I don't know.

Come inside.

I told you, I was his prize

long before you.

Hold your head high.

Do not give him these tears.

Come. Come.

[melancholy music]

Are you ready to go?

What about my things?

We'll get you new things.

Take us home.

Hoo-ah, get up.

Come on.

[speaking Spanish]

[dark music]

[knock at door]

Come on.

- No.

- Maria...

I said no!

May I have a moment?

Haven't you done

enough to her?

You know what

he wants me to do.

Get out.

I won't do it.

But you're not safe

in Goldfield.

You have to leave.

- Where?

- I'll take you to Johnson.

You can catch a stagecoach

to wherever you want to go.

I'm not staying here.

Julie...

Come on in.

[chuckling]

What do you think, huh?

Why don't you take her on

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