Hidalgo Page #3
Major, actually.
Major Davenport. Yeah.
Oh. I believe you already
know my wife, Lady Anne.
She tells me you put on
quite a Wild West display
down there in steerage.
You handled yourself
with aplomb, Mr. Hopkins.
Well done.
Now, tell me, Mr. Hopkins...
Is it true that you're
en route to Aden
to enter your horse
in the famous race?
Well, I can't think
of any other, uh, reason
to cross the big water, ma'am.
Splendid.
He's the real item, isn't he?
Have you ever killed
any red Indians?
Just one.
A long time ago.
Do you know who you'll be
racing against, Mr. Hopkins?
Yeah. Pretty near a hundred
Arabians is the word.
It's-it's not just... 100 Arabians.
It's 100 of the finest
and purest horses
ever bred on the sands
of the Nedj.
There's Al-Hattal,
the sheikh's champion.
Al Amir of Syria is entering
Kusma, the blue mare.
And then there's Camria.
The red racer who descends
from the great Al-Jebla.
The best.
Who owns that one?
Queen of Sheba?
No, Mr. Hopkins. I do.
Lady Davenport has lived
among the Bedouin.
She's fluent
in Arabic, Kurdistani.
And what's that... African dialect?
- Tuareg.
- Yes, right.
Tell me, Mr. Hopkins,
what breed is your stud?
My Hidalgo's a mustang, ma'am.
Oh! Mustang?
From the Spanish mesteno,
meaning untamed.
That's right.
Horse of the red Indian.
Small, hearty.
Mixed blood.
Of Spanish origin.
Mixed. Mm...
Well, I, uh, think I'll turn in.
Thanks for the gin.
And the ice.
Nice meeting you, sir.
Ma'am.
Good night, Mr. Hopkins.
I find him rather
ingenuous and charming.
Don't you, Annie?
Sorry, darling?
Godspeed to you all.
Win one for the crown, Annie!
The major prefers
to stay at port
and... guard the ice chamber.
Have you never seen
a slave market, Mr. Frank?
Al-Hattal.
Equine perfection.
He sure looks like a handful.
The Prince is a fine young man of
pedigree, educated in the mission school.
I have chosen him to ride Al-Hattal.
Why can you not accept...?
Father...
I pray only for your happiness.
Be careful, then, father.
Because I am happiest on a horse,
riding where females are forbidden.
There is a tempest in my tent.
But it has come
in the form of my cherished daughter
The Aden caravan has arrived.
The good Lady Davenport...?
Yes. And an American
on a horse of most unusual colour.
The cowboy.
Let in the light.
Well, what do you make of it
so far?
Too late to turn back now.
Very wise to tie
your horse, Mr. Hopkins.
If he were
to cover an Arab mare,
it would be viewed
as a most inviolable blemish.
The foal would need
to be destroyed
before touching the ground.
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