The Baron of Arizona Page #5

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As it is, they chase us like

dogs from one province to another.

Madrid!

The marqus would order half

of Spain to hunt us down.

Does a girl make decisions for you?

She has a man's shrewdness.

A shrewd woman would

know when to trust a man.

Well, why should we trust you?

We don't know who you really

are or... where you come from.

Tomorrow you leave our camp!

I told you to leave tomorrow!

Take me with you. I want to go with you.

I will not be in the way.

I will be good to you.

I will be very friendly.

- Perhaps.

- You will take me?

Yes.

Yes, I can see you in

Paris, London, America...

everybody bowing to you,

treating you like a lady.

But you'll marry one of your own...

and have many dirty-faced children.

No, no, no, no, no.

But you can't leave your people, Rita.

They depend on you. They listen to you.

I hate them.

Oh, Rita, you're like a rich

curtain before a doorway...

of wild, wonderful miracles.

There is no longer a curtain.

Each band is a sin...

and I want to confess them all to you.

You make it very hard to refuse.

I've known many women, but with you

it's different. With you I'm afraid.

Is it true what you said? That no

washing will turn a gypsy white?

It takes money.

It's all yours. Money I've saved,

stolen, hidden from the others.

I hate living in the woods like an animal...

people spitting at me and

treating me like a mongrel.

- It's not enough for what we both want.

- Then we shall get more.

The Marqus de Santella has much gold.

Enough to dress you in fine gowns

and take you far away from here.

Anything! Anything you say! Only

promise you'll take me with you.

I don't understand Rita.

Last night...

she said it was too

dangerous to go to Madrid.

Today she says we go to Madrid.

Mm-hmm.

I don't like this moving around all the time!

It makes me feel like a vagabond.

Where is the tall gypsy? The

one with the lovely beard.

Ah, Marquesa, I see a

rich, fat man in your life.

My husband is not a fat man.

The Marqus de Santella is a handsome man.

Oh, yes, Marquesa, he is beautiful.

It was because of me that

he permitted this party.

Unless you bring me the tall gypsy

at once, I'll have you driven off.

No, wait. I thought I

saw him go into the house.

No. He's in the woods...

making a love potion for you.

- I think he's in the house.

- No.

He's waiting for you in

the woods. He told me.

What are you doing here?

The gypsy girl told me

that you would be here.

She lied. She's jealous.

And so am I.

Last night you promised you'd

spend every moment with me tonight.

We must be cautious. Your husband.

I love my husband, but I'm bored with him...

and his musty, old books.

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