Viva Maria! Page #3

Parisian women

Holding a grudge

won't make you happy

Say goodbye

Because two is one too much

There's only one head left

Ah, no, there are two

Every one

will find his one

Lost a glove

A run in my stocking

My petticoats are in rags

Make no mistake, this stripping onstage...

doesn't help this wardrobe.

It's incredible.

The fashions have changed again in Paris.

- You don't care, do you?

- Not a whit.

I suppose you're right at that.

You are quite happy as you are?

Quite happy. You're not?

Me, happy? I don't know.

Do you understand? I'm bored.

You can't call these rubes a real public.

Country bumpkins.

What's the matter?

You're getting homesick?

Dirty blackguards.

The brutes.

Good shot, indeed!

Forgive me, please. I had to do something.

Ladies, what an unexpected pleasure.

And what unexpected marksmanship.

Welcome, Seor Flors.

Do we know each other?

My name is Flors.

I spoke to you one night.

When? Where?

Doesn't matter. It meant nothing to you.

All around me, I could see only misery...

injustice, and brutality.

And so I left my village.

I rode though the countryside.

I spoke to the villagers, and they listened.

Some of them joined me.

We had but a few weapons among us.

Most of them were captured or killed.

For two months,

I have been running from Rodriguez.

With a price on my head,

I know what to expect.

But what's it all for?

The revolution.

Well, what are you going to do with us?

Seor Rodriguez will decide.

Tomorrow, he will let you know.

Sleep, now. The sandman has passed.

You still smoking?

You're wasting your time with 12-caliber.

The casing's too short.

Try upping it to 30.

You'll increase your range.

Rodriguez!

They took both girls away.

What for?

With a man like Rodriguez,

we must expect anything.

Oh, it's the new Vickers.

Not quite, Mademoiselle.

It's the Skyton-Babbit, 1907.

The latest model.

I see that you are interested in guns.

Enough to be able to shoot my men.

Do you know who you are dealing with?

I have electricity. Padre.

I am the only one

within a radius of 50 miles.

Look.

Good.

I'm not a brute.

I am very modern.

I love art...

especially the School of Paris.

My little Parisians.

Now I'll teach you a little game.

That music...

The Lady in White.

What does it mean?

That means they are going to die...

but before they die...

Grant them eternal rest, O Lord...

and may everlasting light shine upon them.

Good.

Come here.

Come here.

Ah, you have certainly

messed that up, my son.

Look out!

I'm going to die. Take me back to my village.

What are we going to do

when we do get to the other side?

We told you already.

We are going to take Flors home.

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