Saratoga Trunk Page #3

as much fun in a coon's age.

Down in texas,

they told me people were

standoffish in new orleens.

New orleans.

Fixing to learn me

the english language?

Teach.

There.

This is the famous

ragout du rognons,

especially prepared by

monsieur begue's own hands.

Have you got any ketchup?

Ketchup.

In paris now, everything

is eaten with ketchup.

It's the chic thing

for dinner in paris.

Ketchup

for monsieur.

Ha ha ha!

And when

they brought you

monsieur begue's

ragout de rognons

with a sauce prepared for days and days

by monsieur begue's

own magical hands,

you ask for ketchup!

Ha ha ha!

Frenchy, i can't

figure you out.

Is that why you

whip your horses?

Besides, i'm not french. I'm american.

I was brought up

in france.

I'm la comtesse de

trignonai du chenfrais.

Oh, you don't say?

Well, honey,

just to prove

i'm playing square

with you,

i'll tell you

my real name.

Clint maroon.

Now tell me yours.

Clint maroon. Do you

hear that, angelique?

The initials are c.m.

Whoa.

Won't you come in?

Hey, what kind of a

game is this, anyway?

Look, honey,

i was born in texas,

but it wasn't

yesterday.

I told you.

Hey, hold on.

There's no cause

of getting riled.

He ain't there.

Who isn't?

You know who.

He's been there

every day for a week

pawing the ground

worse than his horses,

but he ain't there today.

Go away someplace.

I will.

Go, then!

I'm going. I'd like

to go to paris, france.

You have

my permission.

I'd like to see

voodoo woman.

I'd spell that cowboy

into more trouble

than he ever

dreamed of!

Shame!

Cupidon?

Huh?

What you want?

Like some cake?

Baba au rum,

make it fresh today.

Like another piece?

You want something.

Tomorrow i fix you

creme brulee

or le ta de mer

a la creme.

You do want something.

I find letter today

in the hall.

I guess must be there

many years hiding itself.

What's it say?

Read it.

Heh heh heh!

Why you tear that?

What does it say?

I like that big cowboy

from texas.

He is a beautiful-

to know about horses-

yesterday i heard he won

$1,000 at the racetrack.

At night, he gambles

on royal street.

At number 18,

they say never loses.

Have you

been talking?

No, but i just might.

Ha ha ha!

What does it say,

you macaque, you?

Crazy about her.

Going to bust

the house down.

I knew it.

Only bad happens to us

in new orleans.

What do you know?

This is fine

here in america.

Don't you bother your head

about little clio.

She knows her way about.

Anyway, i'm sick of

only women in the house.

Man around,

suit me fine.

Oh, you little...

you going out?

I didn't come

to new orleans

to sit in

dignified seclusion

in my house.

I'm going...

i'm going

to church.

Why?

Because it's sunday.

What are you

grinning at?

La la la la la

what kind of language is that?

Gumbo, cherl-

new orleans french

flavored with african.

What does that say

in american?

If you was a bird,

suzette

and i was

a gun martinet

i will shoot

you down, sure

i will

shoot you dead

oh, my dear

mahogany jewel.

I love you.

I love you like

a pig love the mud.

And i will

shoot you dead

da dee da la

da da da da da da

la la la la la

mm mm mm da da

a house isn't a house

unless it has about it

the scent

of a good cigar.

Where'd you hear that?

Where?

Mama used to say that,

poor darling.

Oh, she did, huh?

Look, this stuff

you've been telling me-

is it true?

I don't mean that stuff

about being a countess.

I mean... well, sometimes

you talk like a schoolgirl-

ask angelique.

Ask cupidon.

Those two? They'd lie

for you no matter what.

Well, if you think

i'm lying,

angelique is lying,

cupidon is lying,

why don't you go back

to that little lady in texas

you always been talking about?

The one who made you

that white satin tie

embroidered with

blue forget-me-nots.

What's the matter with that

tie? You're not jealous, are you?

It's terrible.

Tell me about her-

the finest little lady

in the world.

Blue eyes, you said,

and golden hair,

and so little, she

only comes up to there.

How nice.

When are you going

to marry, you two?

I don't aim

to marry anybody.

I go it alone, and i'm out for big game.

I'll marry.

I'll marry a husband very,

very rich and very respectable.

I'll be the best man

at your wedding.

Why not?

No, you'll be

far too handsome.

All the guests

would wonder

why i hadn't

married you.

Very, very rich

and respectable men

are so rarely

handsome.

Then, one can't

have everything.

Where i come from,

women are two kinds.

They're good

or they're bad.

What kind of a woman

are you?

Well...

on my father's side,

i'm very, very good-

prim, you might say,

and very respectable.

On my mother's side,

i'm...

how shall i say that

for your tender ears?

Sometimes i'm mama, who gave

everything for love...

sometimes i'm

my grandmama vaudray,

who gave everything,

too,

but not for love.

And sometimes i'm my

great-grandmama bonavie,

who was an actress.

Shucks, that's it. I keep

forgetting you're just a little girl

dressed up in your

ma's long skirts.

No. No, i'm not.

I'm very grown-up,

and i'm going to fool

the world.

Oh, you don't say?

What am i doing getting

hooked up with you?

That's what i

can't figure out.

What am i doing

in a house like this,

la-de-daing around?

Funny, the trouble

you can get into

just by talking to

somebody on the street,

not meaning

anything serious.

High time i cleared

out of here.

Leave new orleans?

Where would you go?

Up north.

Hadn't been for you, i'd

be out of here before now.

Too soft and pretty

around here for me.

Two or three weeks here,

and i was headed

for kansas city and chicago.

Oh, why, clint?

Gambling. I told you that's

how i picked up a little.

Then further north to

saratoga for the races.

Saratoga?

Is that a nice place?

July and august,

no place like it in the

whole world, they tell me-

racing every day

and gambling.

Millionaires, pickpockets,

sporting people,

politicians, respectable family folks,

famous theater actors

and actresses-

you'll find them all

in saratoga.

Say, why don't you

come along?

Later, maybe.

Why not now?

What's to keep you?

Mama.

Hey, you look

downright wicked.

Not wicked, clint.

Practical.

What are you setting in that

steel-trap mind of yours?

What?

I've sent cupidon

all through town.

He's listened

and learned.

He can find out

anything, that one-

all the gossip,

all the scandal.

There is

this daughter.

Daughter?

What daughter?

Charlotte terese,

she is called-

the daughter

of my father,

nicholas dulaine, and his

wife. She's 17 and creole.

Creole?

New orleans

aristocracy-

french

and spanish blood.

She's going to be introduced

into society next winter.

All very formal

and proper, you see.

It's not so proper if there pops

up more scandal in the family.

Hold on.

You're not fixing to

try blackmail, are you?

Oh, clint, how can you say such a thing?

If you are, i'll chuck you

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