The Comancheros

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Since there is no

reconciliation, we proceed.

You will please stand with

your backs to one another.

It may amuse you to know, monsieur,

I never believed you cheated at cards.

Maybe I don't have your sense of humour.

There's a lady who prefers

your attentions to mine.

I intend to simplify her choice.

Rachel?

Margot? No.

When I begin to count, you

will each take ten paces.

You will turn and fire

on the count of ten.

If either man stops or turns

before the count is complete,

it will be my distasteful

duty to shoot him down.

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten.

Fool. If he hadn't stepped aside,

I'd have hit him in the shoulder.

Many of us will be

sorry to see you hang.

Hang? They've never enforced

the laws against duelling before.

The son of Judge Beaubien

has never been killed before.

Most certainly he will have you arrested

and hanged before the week is out.

I'm sorry. It will take the

incentive out of duelling.

I wouldn't wanna spoil

it for the rest of you.

When one has proven himself

on the field of honour,

one cannot turn tail and run

like a common criminal, can one?

One can.

Paul Regret, cabin 39.

Well?

I sent you to do an errand, Amelung.

He's registered as Paul Regret,

cabin number 39. He has no luggage.

You could have met this handsome chap

without sending me to snoop out his name.

I think you just want to humiliate me.

I'll not need either

of you until morning.

13, black, odd. No winner.

- 23, please.

- 23 it is.

Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.

Place your bets, please.

Five outside.

Nine inside. The winner,

nine. Nobody there.

- Place your bets, please.

- Place your bets, ladies and gentlemen.

King outside.

Six inside. Winner six. Guess

it isn't your night, sir.

23, red and high. A winner!

Madame! Madame has won.

- Thank you.

- Pardon me, young lady.

But the one value of my white hair

is that I may address beautiful women

without being thought presumptuous.

Will you favour an old

man with this waltz?

Thank you, but this dance is taken.

And here's the gentleman who has it.

Surely you remember we

have this dance, Mr Regret?

I have a poor memory, but not

for matters of utmost importance.

- Excuse us, sir.

- With envy, young man.

Thank you, Mr Regret. You

saved me from a dreary fate.

He is a darling, but I...

I am happy I was on the spot when

you found yourself in such difficulty.

How did you know my name?

That was fortunate. I heard

the head waiter address you.

I dare say the salon

will be full of cigar

smoke and loud talk

about the price of cotton.

Salons usually are at this hour.

Too bad. I would like a glass of wine.

May I suggest my cabin?

Frankly, I prefer my cabin.

Shall we say number 127 in half an hour?

It wasn't fair of me to come here.

- Fair?

- I'm not worth the effort.

I haven't been lucky at the tables.

What do you take me for?

A liar, to start with. A beautiful

liar, but a liar nevertheless.

No waiter has so far

called me by my name.

I'm sorry, my dear. But when

the irate husband appears,

you'll find the contents of my

pocket not worth your trouble.

- You think me a blackmailer?

- Or whatever.

Whatever your game is, the

trophy is not worth the chase.

- Look at my hand, please.

- It's very graceful.

The smallest stone in that ring

could buy and sell you, Paul Regret.

Why should I want money from you?

Experience has taught me to

look carefully at a gift horse.

Am I to believe you weighed, appraised and

selected me out of all the men on the boat?

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