The Rowdy Girls
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- 2000
- 90 min
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[guitar playing]
(SINGING) Get
comfortable now, people,
and a story I will tell
about a group of women
who were rowdier than hell.
where men are dumb as dirt,
trying just to stay alive
and keep from getting hurt.
Rowdy girls.
story of the rowdy girls.
While preparations were
making for his departure,
the Roman ladies take a step,
which was a perfect novelty
in the Republic.
About 20 years before when
Hannibal was ravaging Italy
and when the treasury was
very low, a tribune of people
named Opius had got a law
passed that no woman should
wear above half an ounce
of gold in ornaments,
or wear purple, or
ride in a chariot,
either at Rome or
within a mile of it,
unless she went to assist
at public sacrifice.
The ladies had
conformed themselves
to this law in a time
of general distress,
but they thought it
intolerable to the
under the restraint of
it now when the Republic
abounded with riches.
And they made a great
stir to get it repealed.
The consulship of
the austere Cato
seemed a very improper time
for moving this affair,
but their passion for
finery would brook no delay.
They prevailed with Valerius and
Fendanias, two of the tribunes,
to present their request
to the comeechia.
And contrary to custom,
ran thither themselves.
Neither the orders
of their husbands,
nor the rules of decency,
nor public authority
could keep them at home.
But there is no mischief of
which that sex is not capable
if you allow them to hold
amongst themselves assemblies,
private parties, and gossipings.
[guitar playing]
(SINGING) This yarn
spins back to 1886,
where we meet a desperate
woman tired of turning tricks.
She'd do most anything to make
a break from that bordello
and head out west to find
herself a decent fellow.
Velvet was raised
inside a house where
the beds creaked till dawn.
But her mama gave
her hope and pride
that kept her spirit strong.
Rowdy girls.
The rough and tumble
story of the rowdy girls.
[knock on door]
VELVET:
Go away.I'm sending another one up.
VELVET:
No, you're not.Velvet.
Now you know you
can't keep doing this.
You know you're Monsieur
Walkins' favorite.
Well, tell Mr. Walkins
that I'm under the curse.
Now move on.
I can't just go
down there and--
I said move on!
[guitar playing]
(SINGING) Now the meanest
girl around could put you 6
feet underground
or any other man
or woman who provokes her will.
When Billy Poke led the gang,
they all were doomed to hang.
But Mick was meaner still,
and she always shot to kill.
Rowdy girl.
Rowdy girls.
Oh, Mick, you know
what that does to me.
Yeah, Billy, I do.
[barking]
Oh yeah.
I am the Brahma bull.
[howling]
Oh, come on, Mick.
You know I hate
when you do that.
Come on, Billy.
You know you need the practice
to be a famous outlaw and all.
Reflexes.
See?
Take it.
[barking]
Why don't you come
on over here, Billy.
See what a real
woman tastes like.
Come on.
Yes.
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
[screaming]
[glass shattering]
You're one hell
of a woman, Mick.
You could say that again.
Don't forget.
I'm Billy Poke.
You certainly did.
[grumble]
[guitar playing]
(SINGING) Sarah was arranged
to wed a Texan Calahan.
But her heart was crying out
for the San Francisco Bay.
So she begged her beau, Rory,
to take her there by hand
and left a tear-stained
note for dear old dad.
SARAH (VOICEOVER): Dear
Father, I am sorry to leave
without saying goodbye.
I cannot marry Mr. Calahan
as you have arranged.
My intention is to
go to San Francisco.
I know you don't approve of
Rory, but he is a good man.
I know he will take care of me.
Your dearest daughter, Sarah.
Tell me about San
Francisco again.
Do the ladies really
stay out all night there?
Don't worry, Sarah.
You know I'll send for you.
Well, if you love me,
you'll take me with you now.
If you don't, I'll have
to marry some old goat
I don't even know.
No, I can't.
Now you know that.
I didn't want to
go with you anyway.
I'll get to San
Francisco by myself.
[knock on door]
Hey.
Come on.
Hey.
It went just like you
said it was gonna go.
Hand me the keys.
I didn't lose them.
OK.
Did anybody see you?
Hell no.
And it was a hell of a
lot easier than storming
in there in broad daylight.
-Let me see the money.
It's all there.
We're rich.
You done good, Cole.
Oh, I'm telling you, honey.
It was so easy.
I slipped the keys in, and
the safe opened right up
just like you said it would.
No guards, no nothing.
Velvet, I love you.
Take off your clothes.
Honey.
You almost as smart as me.
Now you know how excited
bank robbing gets me.
I want to teach
you something new.
All right now.
You catch your breath.
Tell me everything
that happened, OK?
I went inside.
Mm-hmm.
There was nobody there.
Yeah?
Shut the door.
Place was all dark.
Keep talking, honey.
I crawled on my
belly to the back.
I put the two keys in the safe.
That's a little tight.
VELVET:
Sorry.Safe opened right up.
There was the money,
just sitting there,
waiting for me to take it.
Are you sure you
closed the safe?
Yeah, yeah.
I locked it.
And nobody saw
you on the street?
No.
Are you sure?
Yeah.
I done told you.
Tell me you're my girl.
Tell me.
I ain't your girl, Cole.
I ain't nobody's girl.
I told you that.
[muffled shouting]
You know why I ain't
your girl, Cole?
'Cause you're stupid.
Maybe someday, I'll
be somebody's girl.
I don't know who.
Sure ain't gonna be you.
Had so many men, I
can't remember them all.
But I gotta tell you,
out of all of them,
damn, you're the worst.
[muffled shouting]
Now settle down, Cole.
I'm taking all my
money, do you hear me?
I love you, Velvet.
Damn, Cole.
Now see, this is what
I'm talking about.
That's so stupid.
How many times do I have
to tell you to think ahead?
But I love you, Velvet.
And you hurt me real bad.
No.
I don't have time for this.
Now Sweetwater is a friendly
and fairly quiet old town.
Though some of the
husbands around here
wish that Joe Pepper would
tame that friendliness down.
The Pepper Brothers,
Joe and Sam,
well, they're Sweetwater law.
But Sam's doing all the
work while Joe fools around
back there behind the stalls.
That's just boredom
talking though.
Someday, he'll learn
to fight against hate.
Hopefully, for Sam's sake,
it doesn't happen too late.
MRS. WHEELER:
Oh yeah.Mrs. Wheeler.
Joe.
Sam.
No, no, no.
No, Sam, this isn't
what it looks like.
Uh-uh.
Look, I-- I was just helping
Mrs. Wheeler find her--
SAM:
Don't explain tome, little brother.
Tell Mr. Wheeler when he gets
here in about five minutes.
Five minutes?
Oh my god.
Joe.
Sam.
I swear, Joe, you're
gonna get one of us
killed if you don't learn
how to keep them britches up.
You've seen enough.
Damn it, Billy.
You almost poked my eye out.
Mick, am I right?
It's the perfect
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