The Bullfighters Page #4

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Take your hands off of me.

- Get the handcuffs, quick.

- Let me go.

I'll not.

Come on, Stanley, help me.

- Here.

- Let me go.

Madam, you might as well

come along quietly.

Ooo!

No, no, Stanley.

You can't hit a lady.

She's no lady.

I'm not, huh?

[LAUGHS]

[LAUGHING]

[EGGS CRUNCH]

Now, you're coming with us or else.

Ooo!

Boss, I got a telegram for you.

It's important.

- How long have you been carrying this?

- About three hours.

We're behind the eight ball,

it ain't transparent.

Don Sebastian's passport's

been held up.

- You mean he ain't coming?

- Not exactly, but I need him here now.

Boss, I got an idea.

- So have I.

- It wasn't my fault.

It wasn't your fault?

I had the dame right in my hand,

and you had to mess it up.

I'm happy to meet you again so soon.

I'm having a difficulty,

and you can do me a favor...

...for which I'm prepared

to pay you.

I'm sorry, but we're not interested.

We have to pack. We're leaving the city.

- Yeah, but this is...

- I'm sorry.

- I wonder what he wanted.

- I don't care what he wanted.

We're gonna pack

and get out of here.

We're going to stay as far away

from that guy as we can.

- Why?

- Because he and Muldoon are like that.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in.

Pardon me, gentlemen.

- May I use your phone?

- Yeah, help yourself.

Get me Richard K. Muldoon.

Just what was the proposition

you had in the hall?

Remember this morning when I mistook

Mr. Laurel for Don Sebastian?

- Yes.

- By a strange coincidence...

...Mr. Laurel is the living image

of Don Sebastian from Barcelona.

But unfortunately, Don Sebastian

has been held up by passport trouble.

So as a great favor to me...

...and for which, I am prepared

to pay you very handsomely...

...I want you to impersonate him.

I'm not gonna fight any bulls.

- What do you think l...?

- Get me Richard K. Muldoon.

I don't want to fight any bulls.

I don't like bulls.

- I'm allergic to bulls.

- Listen...

...Don Sebastian will certainly

be here for the big bullfight.

I don't have to fight any bulls?

Absolutely not. All I want you to do

is impersonate him, meet the press...

...have your pictures taken, meet all

the ladies, be seen in public places.

I'm taking you out tonight

and show you a good time.

- And we get paid for that?

- Definitely.

But suppose we run across

this Mr. Muldoon?

Oh, leave him to me.

He won't know me

with these clothes?

No. You listen. I'm having my tailor,

Seor Guttenberg, come up here...

...and attire you in the costume

usually worn by bullfighters.

When he gets through with you...

...Mr. Muldoon can look you in the eye

and skin you alive...

I mean, he'll swear you're someone

from Peoria... Barcelona, Spain.

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