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and those two freaks so fast-

oh, no, no, no, clint.

You wouldn't do that.

Why wouldn't i?

You wouldn't like

people to say,

"what has happened

to the handsome texan

that went everywhere with

that beautiful creature?"

Oh, clint,

i'm so happy, clint.

Say that again.

I'm so happy, clint.

"Cleent." why don't

you talk american?

I'm so happy,

clint.

I love to hear

your voice.

It goes over me like

oil over a blister.

Womenfolks back home

are mighty fine-

they don't come

any finer-

but they kind of got

screechy voices.

Your voice kind of

puts me in mind

of a texas sky

at night...

soft and perfect.

What am i mixed up

with you for?

Look, what do you

want out of me?

You got me roped, tied, and

branded. Me, clint maroon.

The folks back home

would die laughing.

I'll be wearing ruffles

on my pants next.

I adore you

when you're angry.

I've seen lots

of women,

but i've never seen a

woman like you before.

There isn't anyone

like me, clint.

Go get your duds on.

We're going for a drive.

I ought to drag it

out of you.

Bonjour,

monsieur!

Hook up the team,

cupidon.

We're going

for a drive.

Oui, oui, boss.

Pronto!

Son of a gun!

I learned to talk

like a true cowboy.

You talk like nothing

i ever heard.

You ain't got one

kind thought for me,

have you, now, mammy?

You know, it's funny,

whenever i meet up

with somebody i don't like

or don't like me,

either i get out

or they do...

and i'm staying.

I don't parlez-vous

that stuff,

but i kind of catch on

you're not paying me

any compliments.

Holding you

the way i am, mammy,

i could crack

your backbone

just like

you'd split a fish.

You'd never be able

to walk or talk again,

and nobody'd know

i done it.

Shucks. I don't

want to hurt you,

but we're going to be

friends, you and me.

Oh, yes, we are.

Now, listen.

Miss clio

- she's never had any fun.

Maybe you and me and

cupidon all together,

we could fix it up

so she'd be happy.

I don't aim to hurt her.

I want to help her.

If it means she'll have

that rich husband

all comme il faut,

respectable?

Yeah.

I guess that's

what i mean.

You sure?

Anything

that she wants.

How'd you like me

to make you

one big pie

for dinner tonight?

That's great, mammy.

One thing i ask-

you do not

call me that.

What?

That-mammy.

It's one thing i hate

out of the slave days.

Me,

i'm angelique buiton.

Maybe it is vain of me,

darling,

but i like

to show you off.

Come away

from that window.

Mother, she just

drove by again.

Never mind, cherie.

Come practice

your piano.

Yes, mama.

Every day...

and if her carriage passing

by on the street were all.

The other night in a gambling

house on royal street.

Can you imagine a woman

in a gambling house?

Cheap, like her mother

before her.

What is she after,

mama?

We can't step foot

out of our house

for fear of meeting her

face-to-face.

At the market,

at begue's,

even at the cathedral.

People staring,

talking.

I will not have you go

on your knees to her.

Tonight i hesitate to occupy

our box at the french opera.

Our own box!

That looks to me

like real bad manners.

It's the continental

custom, cheri.

There is charlotte.

Very plain.

Very dowdy.

That woman

down on rampart street.

Remember?

Must be 15 years ago.

She shot him.

Hushed up.

This is the daughter.

Paris.

You look very happy

this evening.

I am.

Honey, you're wearing out the carpet.

Why don't you

gentle down-

quit snorting

and raring around?

Expecting somebody?

I always calm down.

Too much i've been handling

this charlotte, these dulaines,

with kid gloves.

How's that?

Now i'll go after them

with bare hands.

Cupidon? Cupidon?

Coming!

I want you to spread

the word all around town

that i'm turning this

place into a gambling house.

Let go of me!

You're hurting me!

Look, i've lived

a rough life.

I've come a far piece,

and i aim to go farther,

but you can't use me just

to muck up an old scandal.

Oh, clint!

I ought to break

every bone in your body.

It was just

an idea of mine.

You're right.

The idea is yours.

The whole rotten

outfit's yours.

You're using me.

Hitch up my team.

No-account french rat!

You can't talk to me

like that!

Who are you

- a big cowboy from texas,

and probably run out

as angelique said!

Maybe i was, but it

wasn't for blackmail.

For something worse, then?

Maybe you killed somebody

with those big guns you

carry around. Oh! Did you?

Maybe i did-

two or three,

but it was decent,

honest killing.

It wasn't this dirty, behind-the-back

stuff. It was me or them.

They!

Aim to make a gentleman

out of me, hmm?

No, no, no,

you're perfect.

Sure you do. All women

want to make their man over.

You are not my man. You belong

to that little woman in texas.

Don't be poking fun

at texas women.

They could teach you

a thing or two.

Who could?

Any of them could. Take

my ma, for instance-

came all the way from

virginia with pa in a wagon.

Oh, how very

uncomfortable.

Shut up! Helped him pioneer

the land they lived on,

built it up with

their own bare hands,

and made things grow

until... till they lost it.

Lost it?

How, clint?

Railroad men, they call

themselves. Highbindin' crooks.

They stole

pa's land from him

like he was a hick

at a country circus.

Almost broke his heart.

Said it wasn't

like america.

We got ideas about

america down there.

Did they harm

your mama, too?

Poor clint, you must

make them pay.

What in sam hill do you

think i'm after doing?

I promised myself when i grew

up, if i ever met up with them-

then you should.

And i will. I'd as soon shoot them down

as i would

a cottonmouth.

You see, cheri,

we are two of a kind.

Us?

Yes. You heard your

mother and father

talking of the wrong

that was done them.

I heard my mother

talking the same way.

Your mother?

Yes. She never

hurt a fly, clint.

Excuse me, honey, but if

shooting a man and killing him

ain't hurtin' him none...

no, she didn't

kill him.

I know, i know.

She happened to have the gun,

and it was pointing at him,

the bullet went in him,

and he died.

I tell you, no. If they

thought she was killing him,

why did they keep

sending her money

all those years

in france?

That's called hush money

where i come from.

I don't care what it's

called where you come from!

I'm going to get back at

them for what they did to her.

They can't stop me! You can't

stop me! Nobody can stop me!

Look, clio. Let's quit

this horsing around.

I'm heading north.

Go, then.

Like i said before,

you're welcome

to come along.

No. First

i must finish here.

I must have money.

I haven't any money,

either... i mean, money.

But i know how

to turn a trick...

most of the times

honest.

Honey, i can make out

for both of us.

I've been doing all right over

at the racetrack, the clubhouse.

Faro, roulette, sitting in

on poker games. Look here-

poker games! Poker games when

there are fools with millions!

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