The Bullfighters Page #4

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His name is Little Caesar.

- Little Caesar.

- His brother Big Caesar...

...killed a matador last week.

- Killed?

S, one slip of the foot, too slow

in the wrist, it's all over.

- Where is Big Caesar now?

- He's inside, come, I'll show you.

This way, seor.

Now cut that out.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, come on.

You have seen all the bulls

on the farm except these two.

Now you see? There...

Come here.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

This one here, he's loco.

He's a killer.

- Well, how about this one down here?

- He's gentle, he's kind, he's contented.

Are you sure of that?

They call him a gentleman cow.

There you see?

Gentle, kind and contented.

I'm not gonna fight that bull, Ollie.

Listen, you heard what the man said.

They're gentle, kind and contented.

- Why, that bull wouldn't hurt a fly.

- Yeah, but I'm not a fly.

[YELLING]

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

[YELLING]

Stop, come back with my wagon.

Stanley, stop it.

Look out for that tree.

[HARDY GRUNTS AND GROANS]

Come here.

Get that thing off of me

and take it easy.

[GRUNTS AND GROANS]

- Come on.

- Where are you going?

Thanks to you,

I've got to see Seor Guttenberg.

[CROWD CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY]

[TRUMPETS PLAY]

There you are.

I wish we'd never met

that Mr. Shotfoot.

Now, don't worry.

Remember, every cloud

has a silver lining...

...and look at the money

we're gonna get.

- How much?

- Mr. Hotshot gave me...

...his word of honor

that we'd get half of what he gets.

Well, well, well, wonderful.

You look like a million dollars.

You ought to see the greatest crowd

in Mexico City's history.

I wish I had half of that gate.

- Is that all we're going to get?

- What?

A piece of gate.

[MATADOR MOANS]

Probably carelessness.

- I'm not going to do it, I'll tell you.

- Come here, brother.

This is what you need.

Take a shot of this,

it'll give you courage.

There you are.

That settles it.

- Beat it. Here's Muldoon.

- Muldoon.

Muldoon.

- Come in, Richard K.

- Hi, Don Sebastian.

Just dropped in to wish you good luck

and brought a present for you...

...I thought you might like.

This sword...

...belonged to Jose Acapulco,

the greatest toreador in Mexico.

Why, with this sword,

you could almost skin a bull alive.

- Thanks.

- How well I remember Jose Acapulco.

He was graceful like a dancer.

This is the way he makes his kill.

[HARDY YELLS AS CROWD CHEERS]

Listen to that crowd roar.

Let us drink to your success.

Don Sebastian, today you are going

to make bullfighting history.

Salud!

Good luck.

Come, Conchita, Hotshot,

let's get to our seats.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

Good luck and take it easy.

Put that down.

You can't drink that stuff

when we've got work to do.

- I feel faint.

- Well, I'll get you some smelling salts.

Now, don't faint until I come back.

[CROWD CHEERS]

- Gracias, seor.

- Gracias.

- Who is that guy?

- Why, that's Don Sebastian.

Don Sebastian? You're crazy,

he's in his dressing room.

Oh, you're crazy,

I just picked him up at the airport.

[MATADOR MOANS]

Skin him alive.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

I come to wish you luck.

Put that down.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

See what that stuff is doing?

You're double talking.

Come on, the crowd's waiting.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

Now, get out there and stay out

of the way of the bull.

[CHEERING]

[TRUMPETS PLAY]

Ooo!

This guy's terrific.

Let me congratulate you.

Knew you'd like him.

- Say, Ollie.

- What?

- You know what?

- What?

I've decided that I'm not gonna fight

any bull.

Get back in that ring.

Now go ahead out there

and fight that bull.

Go on.

- What are you trying to give me?

- What?

- That's Hardy, the flatfoot from Peoria.

- Oh, no.

The other guy is Laurel.

They sent me up for 20 years.

- Now, Richard K, control yourself.

- Control myself, you...

- Turn the bulls loose.

- Turn the bulls loose.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER AND YELLING]

[CRIES]

Hey, Stan, come on,

let's get out of here.

Come on, Stan, I think...

Hey, Stan, let's get out of here,

Muldoon.

Pardon me, seoritas.

Sure was clever the way you

gave Muldoon the slip.

Thank you, Stanley. Now always

remember any time you get in trouble...

...you can depend upon me.

- Thank you, Ollie.

Get our overcoats

and we'll sneak down the fire escape.

Now there's another clever idea.

- He'll never expect us to go that way.

- No.

You sure are full of ideas, Ollie.

First, the little one...

...then the big one.

Take your clothes off.

- Thank you, Ollie.

- You're welcome.

Oh, don't get that dirty.

Well, here's another nice mess

you've gotten me into.

Well, I couldn't help it.

Come on, let's get back

to Peoria where we belong.

[BONES CLATTER]

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