Saratoga Trunk

We should have

stayed in paris.

That's where

we belong.

I was born here. I have

every right to come here.

They'll make

you trouble

like they did

for your mama.

I'll make

them trouble.

Crazy talk.

Change your mind,

miss clio.

We'll go directly to mama's

house on rampart street-

my house now.

Charcoal, charcoal

my mule is white

my charcoal is black

i'll sell my charcoal

two bits a sack

charcoal, charcoal

charcoal

let's go...

and come back

some other time.

Ghosts in there.

If there is,

it's my father's,

and i'd like to see him.

Poor mama.

Her beautiful

garden-

mimosa, camellias,

and crape myrtle.

That's the kitchen

and upstairs where

cupidon and i lived.

Often your papa and mama

had dinner in the garden.

He loved his fine food.

It was so beautiful

in the moonlight.

And the little house?

The garconniere.

Remember, i told you

your papa was sure, sure

you were gonna be a boy,

so he built it for you

to live in

with your nurse,

like all the other fine

families in new orleans.

He must have been

disappointed with me.

He just turned it

into a stable,

but he loved you, baby.

He'd toss you in the air

and call you his little,

small angel.

Honey, baby,

don't go in.

Hysterical.

Slap her-hard.

Don't, cherie.

Ah!

Thank you,

angelique.

I'm all right now.

It was that sofa

with one leg off.

It looks so crazy

and frowzy and dirty,

just like that old woman

who used to limp along

the quay in paris

selling fish.

My poor, dead,

darling baby.

You should have seen her

as she sat on it

in her silks and jewels.

It was right there

that lawyer, mr. Osie,

told her your papa had been

forced to marry

with one of those high-up

aristocrat like himself.

My little rita,

she don't believe.

She hope he marry

with her.

They always hope-

ladies like her.

But it never happens,

oh, no.

Didn't my father

tell her?

Did he leave it

to his lawyer?

He come as soon

as he could,

but that was a very

bad thing that he come.

Very, very bad.

Light up there!

Don't go up there.

Do you hear me?

My father's blood.

I saw it spurting

like the fountains

of the seine.

And your mama kneeling

there screaming.

Shh!

Let him be.

I want to hear it.

She was trying to

kill herself, your mama.

He grabbed the gun,

that poor boy.

They said

she murdered him.

They sent her away.

She meant that

to be her blood.

Don't touch it.

My father's blood,

my blood.

They are the same.

I love it-

this spot.

I'll sleep here

tonight-

in this room.

No.

Tonight

and every night.

I'm going to fix

this house

and live in it.

I'll show them,

these pasty-faced

aristocrats.

I am not my mother,

to be sent away

and turned into

an ugly,

broken-hearted woman

and made an exile

even after she was dead.

Let them find out there's

someone in rampart street now

who's not

afraid of them.

Clio dulaine, that's me.

I'm as good as they are.

I'm better than they are.

I'll be richer than they.

I'll be grander

than they.

I shall marry and be very

rich and respectable,

not like mama.

Oh, nonsense.

You'll be a fool about men

just like your poor mama

and your grandma vaudray and

your great-grandma bonavie.

I won't,

i tell you.

Men will be fools

about me.

Your mama was a plaise.

All she knew

was to please a man.

Your grandma was a-

i'm a dulaine.

My father was

nicholas dulaine.

My life will be

different.

I will have fun and

i will have money.

Horses and

a carriage!

And jewels

by the quarts

and fine clothes

and anything i want!

How are you

gonna get those?

With the money of

my very rich husband.

And where's he?

I'll meet him.

And everything

they did to my mama

i'll do back to them-

every little thing.

I'll do it twice.

Do all that

for your mama?

That's good.

Well, partly

i'll do it for mama.

Partly

i'll do it for me.

Chimney sweep

ladies, i know why

the old chimney won't draw.

Don't want to bake

and you can't make

no cake

and i know why

your chimney won't draw

chimney sweep

chimney sweep.

Chimney sweep

chimney sweep

chimney sweep!

Hey, shorty,

do you come from france, like they say?

I come from

new orleans.

Not like you, congo.

Is you going

to stay here?

What you think,

we're carpetbaggers

like you?

Now i know

what mama meant.

You remember,

she used to say

there was an old

louisiana proverb-

"give a creole

a crystal chandelier

"and two mirrors

to reflect it,

and he is satisfied."

I got the chandelier,

and i've got two mirrors,

but i'm not satisfied.

Who's creole

here?

I am.

I am creole.

Take shame

on yourself,

denying your

own mama.

Don't you dare.

That's a lie.

Angelique buiton,

you listen to me,

and you, too, cupidon.

Do you want to stay with me?

Where else?

Well, then remember, no matter

what i say i am, that i am.

I don't want

to hear any more

of this telling me who

i am and what i am to do.

Do as i say,

and we'll be rich.

Which do you choose?

Stay or go?

Stay.

Playacting, just like

her great-grandma.

Where are we going

all dressed up?

First we'll go to

the french market.

We'll buy everything,

everything delicious.

Shrimps?

And soft-shell crab?

Then the saint louis

cathedral,

then madame begue's

for breakfast.

Those dulaines eat there.

I know. Mama said

they sometimes did

on sunday mornings.

Always. I found out.

They go to church, too.

I found out everything.

Good, cupid.

Now we fix those dulaines.

You wouldn't

do that?

Oh, wouldn't i?

Angelique, do you think

they'll recognize me?

Do i look

enough like mama?

Not half so beautiful.

Young scrawny like you.

Hah, an old crow

like you.

Perhaps it will be

just as well

if at first

they're not sure.

Perhaps

i'll not even

use my name of

dulaine at first.

You sure those police

ain't after you?

I'll be a...

who shall i be?

You're acting just

like your grandma.

I'll be

a comtesse.

I am la comtesse de

trignonai du chenfrais.

And i'm the queen

of spain.

And i'm the

emperor napoleon.

Boo!

Blackberries

fresh and fine

i got blackberries, ladies.

Fresh from the vine.

I got blackberries

america

is lovely.

It's swell

and lovely.

Mmm.

Ah.

Boo!

Are they here?

Do you see them?

No. Not yet.

Are you sure?

No, i could not

forget them.

Merci.

Lady, can i

dance for you?

Thank you, ma'am.

Oh, what a heavenly smell.

Jambalaya.

Jambalaya-

that mama wished for

in paris

and couldn't get?

Oh, i want some.

Oh, heavy stuff, you'll ruin

your breakfast at begue's.

You know i have the

appetite of a dock worker.

Quick cupid,

tell the man

a heaping plate for madame la comtesse.

For who?

You heard!

For madame la comtesse.

Who else, stupid?

Hey, you.

A dish of this stuff

for madame la comtesse.

For whom?

For madame la comtesse.

Who else?

But certainly.

Certainement.

Is it as good as

they've told me in france?

I await your judgment.

Mmm.

Delicieux.

Delicious.

Mmm.

Excellent.

Wonderful.

Madame la comtesse

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