Jezebel

Boy, stop here.

Might as well get us a ball.

Julie will have plenty

to drink at the party.

Party liquor. Messed up

with cherries and such. Come on.

- Wait right here.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Cantrell, sir.

Man, you talk crazy.

I say that horse is

out of the Truxton strain.

- Gentlemen.

- Good afternoon.

- How are you, General Bogardus, sir?

- How are you, Buck? Ted?

- Going to the party?

- Yes, indeed.

- See you later then, sir.

- Yes.

The Truxton strain's

the best horse blood in this state.

Here's somebody

that really knows bloodlines.

Hi, Buck Cantrell.

Come here and help us decide a bet.

Got no time, Huger.

Ted and I were just shifting.

Won't take any time at all, Buck.

You heard him, Huger.

Buck got no time.

Gentlemen, Buck Cantrell got no time.

Five-to-four, he doesn't know the day.

I'll do better. Even money,

he doesn't know what month.

Know what time of day it is, anyhow.

Must be getting on towards 3:00.

If it was any later,

De Lautruc would be a lot drunker.

Is it not admirable Monsieur Cantrell

can joke so cleverly...

...when he has just lost

the lady of his heart?

- Better not, Rene.

- Yes, gentlemen.

Monsieur Cantrell

has just lost his lady.

I wouldn't go on, De Lautruc.

See, gentlemen,

Monsieur Cantrell is in bad humor...

...because Julie Marsden is marrying...

- De Lautruc.

I thought I heard you mention

a lady's name.

Must have misunderstood you, sir.

And if I did mention

the name of a lady?

Why, just that a gentleman doesn't

mention a lady's name in a barroom.

Are you trying

to teach me manners, my friend?

Wouldn't think of trying, De Lautruc.

But I somehow don't like your hat

or your ears or anything between them.

- Plain enough?

- Amply, sir. Pierre?

I've the honor to ask you

to name a friend.

- I'm acting as...

- Shoot, Ted.

You're too young

for this sort of thing.

Gentlemen, a moment.

Buck, I ought to get De Lautruc myself.

It's my brother that's gonna marry her.

That makes it much more

my quarrel than yours.

- Let me act for you, Buck.

- Well, if you feel that bad about it.

I've the honor

to be acting for Mr. Cantrell.

- Sunrise at the Oaks satisfactory?

- Perfectly, sir.

Why do you wanna make it

so confounded early?

Make it 10:
00. De Lautruc ain't wild.

We don't have to sneak up

on him in the dark.

Your servant, gentlemen.

Come on, youngster.

We gotta get on to the party.

Gentlemen, let's have another drink.

Buck, listen...

Here's something

I've been aiming to get all day.

- Must have trimmings for the party.

- Cantrell, one minute.

- You riding along with us?

- I have my carriage.

Cantrell, I don't like this.

Miss Julie's name was mentioned.

As her guardian,

I don't like her mixed up in this.

Miss Julie's name was mentioned?

Why, sir, if it was, I never heard it.

It's just that I don't

like De Lautruc, is all. May I?

Cantrell, you're a fool. De Lautruc's

an old hand. Been out a dozen times.

Thirteen's liable to be

unlucky for De Lautruc.

You know these French. They shoot

for the head and like as not, miss.

I'm gonna shoot for the body

and bust his tripes.

General Bogardus, sir, your servant.

Mrs. Kendrick. Miss Kendrick, ma'am.

- Keep in the shade, Albert.

- Yes, Mrs. Kendrick, ma'am.

I won't have the horses

standing in the sun, you hear?

Yes, ma'am.

- Stay in your seat.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Keep your hat and gloves on.

- Yes, ma'am.

- And your coat buttoned.

- Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

- Mrs. Kendrick, ma'am.

- Good evening, Cato.

Miss Kendrick.

- Honoria, how good of you to come.

- Sweet of you to ask us, Belle.

And, Stephanie,

how pretty you look, child.

Oh, thank you, Miss Massie.

Stephanie, your manners.

- I do hope we aren't late, Belle.

- Late? Julie isn't here herself yet.

- What?

- At her own party in her own house.

Really, I don't know

what to do with that girl.

Well, I always say,

"Better late than never."

Excuse me, please, Honoria.

Mother, please don't fault me

like that before people.

Girls don't curtsey anymore.

- I read it in Godey's.

- They do in New Orleans.

You've no call to take up

with Yankee manners.

- How do you find yourself, Mrs. Petion?

- Honoria, Stephanie.

Belle just told me Julie is late

for her own party in her own house.

But I always say,

"Punctuality is the politeness of kings."

Politeness was never

one of Julie's virtues.

Ted, isn't it exciting?

I think your brother Pres

is the luckiest man.

Providing he keeps

a short reign on her.

Oh, you're just trying to talk

like Buck Cantrell.

I wish Julie would come.

So does Aunt Belle.

She's having a fit.

Tell me, wasn't Mr. Cantrell

just crushed?

Crushed? Buck Cantrell?

Hounds all over him. Tom with

his knife, high-tailing with a bear.

The only way you could tell

which was which, he had a hat on.

Laugh, I thought I...

- Yes, Miss Belle?

- Theophilus, that child isn't here yet.

You're her guardian.

You'll have to speak to her.

You're her aunt, Miss Belle.

Why don't you?

- Girl never was on time in her life.

- It's outrageous of her.

Oh, time ain't so important, Miss Belle.

Seems like the longer I live,

the more there is of it.

And I don't know

what to say to people.

Evening, Miss Julie.

Thank you, Gros Bat.

Take him around, Ti Bat.

Now, Ti Bat, don't stand there

with your eyes bulging out like that.

- He knows you're scared.

- Yes, ma'am, Miss Julie, but he bite.

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