Saratoga Trunk Page #7

near saratoga.

It's what they call a trunk

line, only about 100 miles long.

Years ago, his mama gave

it to him to play with-

his first

little railroad.

Now it's turned up

worth millions.

Why millions?

Angelique, stop rattling that paper!

Why is this saratoga

trunk worth millions?

How can i sleep when there are

things like this i must know?

Tell me-why millions?

Well, it seems

it's the link

between the new pennsylvania

hard coal lands and new england.

Sure thing,

it's worth millions.

Does he know this?

Van steed?

Listen, he ain't

as loco as he looks.

Don't raise your eyebrows

when i say "ain't."

Raymond soule's crowd

have been going at it

with every dirty trick

there is in the book.

Graft. Politics. Force.

For what they're doing,

they'd be strung up for outlaws

out west. You wouldn't believe it.

They hire gangs to go out and tear

up tracks and chop down trestles.

Folks won't ride the railroad

anymore. It ain't safe.

That's just what this

soule's figuring on-

running it right down

to nothing.

Buy it up cheap

- hair, hide, horns, and tallow.

Who is he?

He's boss of the upstate railroad crowd.

Likely, you were too busy making goo-goo

eyes when you come in to notice him.

Always sitting

there on the piazza

hiding behind

a couple of bodyguards.

Don't let his size fool you.

He's big poison.

Is he rich?

Rub my foot,

cheri.

Huh.

Couple of hundred million.

Maybe more.

Is he married?

No, honey. No.

I mean, no for you.

Well, one never knows.

Now, go on, cheri.

I'm fascinated.

Mmm, that feels good.

There's more to

this soule bunch.

They're hooked up with those

skunks that came through texas.

Oww!

You're hurting me!

Sorry, honey.

I was thinking.

My fingers just itch

to get ahold of a gun

when i think of that pack of

varmints out there rocking.

I bet i could pick one or two

of them off from your window.

Poor little

bartholomew van steed.

Poor little mama's boy.

No one to help him.

Don't worry about

little bartholomew.

He's got a good team, too-

for one, the richest

banker in new york,

the fellow that's got that

place down on wall street-

the house of

something or other-

and that scotchman who owns all

those steel mills and coal mines,

and plenty of others.

Railroads! Railroads!

Railroads!

What do i care

about railroads?

What am i doing here?

Who are you? How do i know who you are?

Holy cats! Now what's

eating the countess?

There, baby,

angelique is here!

Mr. Clint,

that champagne make her sad.

Why don't you gentle down,

honey, and quit snortin' around?

Go away! Go away!

Everybody, go away!

Stop screeching around here

like a crazy mare.

First thing you're happy,

then you're tired.

Now you're sad

or something.

Try that again, and

you'll be here all alone.

Ooh, what's that?

From the man who brought

us from the station.

Clint... is he the one i shall marry?

I don't give a hoot

who you marry,

but you're not gonna

get me to act as your-

you'll act towards me with

the dignity and respect

of someone who's met mrs. Du

chenfrais for the first time.

A widow

so recently bereft-

of her senses.

But not her

dramatic sense.

They'll be

expecting me.

They'll be

waiting for me.

So for days and days,

i'll stay up here,

and i'll let them

wait and wonder.

I'll stay here

and watch the show.

Why, these people will make

cold hash out of you in a week.

They'll tear you

to pieces,

and i'll stand by

and laugh.

Hey, look,

she's clean beat out.

And no wonder

drinking champagne in

the middle of the day.

What are we gonna do

with her, angelique?

When she's like this, ain't

anybody can do anything.

She like this in paris

before she come.

She like this in new

orleans before she met you.

She sleep perhaps one day,

perhaps two or three.

But when she wake up,

zumba! Look out!

Look out? What can she do

she hasn't done already?

Crazy stuff!

Where boss man

go now?

To the horses?

All right, we'll go

to the track if you want.

Anyplace we can smell

some fresh air.

Sure! Sure, boss. We go to

the horses. Women is crazy!

N'est-ce pas? You betcha. Son of a gun!

Maybe they dead.

Mama...

clint...

oh, cheri.

What time is it?

7:
00. what day is it?

Oh...

why, baby, you slept

two days, last i know.

Oh, i feel wonderful!

Quick, angelique,

my gabrielle!

Look out, that's

what i told him.

My mind is

clear and bright,

just as

i knew it would be.

And i have a plan,

as i knew i would have.

What now?

More mess?

You'll see.

Roll up the shades!

Tell me,

where is mr. Maroon?

Ain't seen

nor heard of him.

Good. Where's cupidon? In here?

Poor little man.

Howdy, ma'am.

Good morning, cupidon.

Why didn't you sleep downstairs

in the room provided for you?

He said stay near you and the old crow.

Ah, to watch me,

no doubt.

Tell me,

what have you found out?

Who are

the important people?

Well, there's

that fat woman.

Ha ha ha!

Who is the fat woman?

Bellop.

Don't make

ugly noises.

That's her name-

bellop.

They say everybody in

saratoga's afraid of her.

Yes?

She tried to

question me about you.

I pretended to

speak only french.

And what

do you think?

She speaks french

like anything!

So...

well, out of here,

both of you.

Make yourself

neat and smart.

You, cupidon, look to

your shoes and buttons.

Be polite to the hotel

servants. No tricks!

And you, angelique,

no voodoo, no witchwork.

Your best black silk!

We're going to the springs.

About time.

Two days lost.

Red heels

ain't for widows.

It's the way

i feel today.

My husband has been dead as a

herring for at least two years.

You full of

the devil.

Your ladyship,

mrs. Du chenfrais.

How have you been,

mr. Bean?

Frantic.

Simply frantic.

Two days! There have

been dozens of inquiries.

How kind of people

to take such interest.

We pictured you

desolated with your grief.

I think i'll take

the waters this morning.

I hear your famous springs

are most healthful.

Perhaps you could

recommend one.

Of course. We have a

specially prepared booklet.

I told you these two days

haven't been wasted.

Regardez.

By the front door.

That's the one been asking

questions about you.

For example, there's

the triton water-

gout, irritated stomachs,

pimples blotches, ulcers.

Please, mr. Bean!

The empire spring is

very gay. The band plays-

good morning.

Mrs. Du chenfrais,

i'm mrs. Coventry bellop.

I want to welcome you

to saratoga...

and to tell you

that i had the great

pleasure of knowing

your late lamented husband-

dear, dear bimby.

Is it possible?

Well, isn't it?

Hardly. He was

almost a recluse.

Perhaps you're thinking

of his younger brother-

the black sheep,

i'm afraid.

He was known as bimby among his friends.

I shouldn't wonder,

if you say so.

I told you you were wrong to

be suspicious of this lady.

Me? My dear

mrs. Bellop!

Oh, isn't that-

but of course it must be-

mr. Raymond soule,

the railroad man.

Yes, indeed.

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