The exiled sultan has landed in France
on the first date of his journey home.
You look lovely.
Thank you.
You think Daddy will like it?
I should get dressed.
Hugo, you don't have to come with me.
We'll go together.
What does one wear to catch a traitor?
- Secretary, hello. - Lucy.
To what do I owe this pleasure?
I asked for your friend, actually, but they said he wasn't here.
He's dead.
Oh? Really?
I'm so sorry. That's awful.
We were just doing business with him.
- We? - My husband and I.
Uh, that's why I'm here, actually.
My father would prefer to do business with you personally.
Good.
- He's here. - In Tangier?
Tomahawk is all about the personal touch.
The business was built on it. That's what Daddy says.
That's what Daddy says.
Quite the family business.
But I'm not sure if I trust the family.
You can trust me.
The woman who shoots at me during lunch.
- Huh? -
Very well. This evening, somewhere discreet.
In fact, come for dinner. It will be my pleasure.
There is a small farm just outside Tangier.
Marvellous. We would be delighted.
Thank you.
I think Daddy will like you.
Good.
Au revoir, Lucy.
We are going on a little trip.
We're expecting guests.
- - Shh!
You stay there.
Get them together, get the evidence, get yourself out of there.
- We will follow up. - Absolutely.
- Don't lose your nerve. - I won't.
Well, well, well.
Daddy!
Oh, my God.
- - You're here!
- How come? - Don't you look pretty.
You think so? - HUGO: Grant.
Hugo! You're still alive, huh?
Come on. We thought you could use a drink.
Mmm, it has been a hell of a trip already. Planes, trains and automobiles.
I am about ready for a drink.
- It is true. -
- Old fashioned, please. - Sir.
So, you're about to see Daddy finish a deal.
First of many.
Mmm. This place is ripe. You can smell the business.
You did good, Gypsy.
But I'll take it from here. Then we will all find our way home.
What the cripes is this? Where's the maraschino?
- Oh, no. Maybe they're out of cherries. - Of course.
Jesus. Of course, they have cherries. Rhodesia has cherries.
What's that?
Um, that's a whiskey.
My, my. What's next?
Tough cookie. You gonna start your own syndicate?
Hey Hugo. Married to the mob.
Oh! You are spoiling me.
- Cheers, Daddy! -
Sante, Corbeau.
Le jour de gloire.
It will soon be here.
Sir?
The king's plane is never going to land.
And you, Corbeau,
will have the honour of blowing it out of the sky.
- - Hmm?
And the most perfidious thing is that the kid threw him into a ravine
and lied to Margarita.
"Margarita, your husband has deserted you."
But he didn't desert Margarita.
He got pushed off a cliff by the kid, which wasn't hard for the kid
because of Scotty's broken leg
which he got when they captured Thunderhoof.
But the truth will out. Won't it?
That's right, Daddy.
The Kid thinks he's gotten away scot-free.
He's captured the horse. He's got the girl. They're headed back to Texas.
- The kid gets away with it? - That's what he thinks.
He thinks he's gotten away with it.
Old pal Scotty back in the ravine, broken leg, broken neck.
Does Thunderhoof help Scotty?
He's a horse, not a doctor.
Scotty's beyond help. He's dead.
Neck, back, leg everything is broken. What happens?
- I don't know. - Lucy knows.
Poisoned waterhole.
Right, he falls into it.
- Drinks from it. - Gets delirious.
And starts saying all sorts of stuff.
That's what makes Thunderhoof a great movie.
It's about justice.
The more the kid loses his mind with the poison,
the closer he gets to the truth.
And he has to live with it.
He has to live with what he is.
He has to look at his slimy soul
and admit that he betrayed his friend,
he betrayed his friend's wife,
he betrayed everyone who loves him.
And he has to look himself in the eye.
Because if a man can't look himself in the eye
where can he look, Hugo?
If a man can't stand up
and say, "I know who I am,
"I know myself, I'm proud of myself,
"and I am not gonna live in some disgusting way
"that I can't abide myself."
Tell me, tell me, tell me, Hugo,
if a man can't do that, if a man can't look himself in the eye
without being disgusted, what kind of a man is he?
Hugo.
Go find him.
It's all right, honey. We don't need him.
I'm...
I'm just gonna go powder my nose.
Sure.
These are gonna go in here.
Put your foot up for me.
Recording device.
If he goes down, how long for?
A long time. I'm sorry.
Lucy, honey.
I'm going home.
You should.
I hear there's a library in Alexandria.
Even rich people can read for free.
Hello?
Um, is he here?
Who would I scream to?
I'm going to tell you a secret.
I have never been to France.
The Arabs consider me French
and the French,
they consider me an Arab.
There's only one place I belong.
I am going to make you an offer.
Our country is facing a difficult time.
I can rule by force. I can do a lot of things by force.
With a Moroccan wife,
this nation will accept me as its leader.
Your wife?
My queen.
Is this how you treat a queen?
Give me your leg.
You may finish.
I will see you upstairs.
No surprises, huh?
I thought pastilla.
You know pastilla is tricky.
You see sugar, you think it is sweet.
But it surprises you.
If you try anything, Corbeau will kill you.
Hey, hey, hey, hey!
How do you expect me to cook for you without a knife?
Voila.
Merci.
You didn't used to drink so much.
You drank the whole afternoon.
Is that what you do? You and Hugo?
Sit around and drink?
- No, Daddy. - Hmm.
The worst decision I ever made.
Don't you have a scent or something?
Just pound some lipstick, pull yourself together.
- Sure, Daddy. - It's like you have no pride.
When we get in there,
you let me do the talking, do you hear?
There is a certain cadence
to making a deal.
A rhythm.
He talks, I talk.
He talks, maybe I don't talk.
Maybe I do.
Maybe I won't.
Maybe I say something not so nice.
Who knows?
You shouldn't pipe up.
The point is, I am the decider of who talks, all right?
Yes.
Lucy?
Yes, Daddy.
You are the decider of who talks.
- After you, my dear. - Thank you.
Grant, I'd like you to meet Cherifa,
my beautiful Maghrebia.
- Welcome. - Of course you two have met.
Yes. At the Contessa's.
Cherifa is to be my wife.
Congratulations.
Well done, honey.
Fetch the pastilla, my sweet.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Please.
- Thank you. - Rustic.
- I am always invigorated by the air out here. - Hmm.
City rat, myself.
Love the smell of a hotdog stand.
To hotdogs!
- - Hotdogs.
Hotdogs.
Come, sit.
Cherifa has made pastilla.
Yes.
My mother taught me how to make it.
My mother taught me not to eat sweet things.
You only think it's sweet because of the sugar.
But it's not sweet.
It really looks sweet.
Yes, but it's not.
It is a traditional dish.
Let's do this the American way.
Business before pleasure.
Of course, but you don't mind...
To business.
Why not?
To business.
Ah! How is business?
Good. Very good.
I've been looking for a new place. A summer home.
- Nice. - Guess how many doors it has?
How many?
Guess!
- Four. - Ha! Four.
- Two. - Twenty-seven.
- Ooh-la-la! - Hmm.
Corbeau, could you please inspect Monsieur Savage?
For what?
Oh, don't be ridiculous.
Humour me.
So, you have a lot of summer guests?
I could have, yeah.
If I wanted, I could.
- No weapons concealed. - Of course not.
I came here in good faith and get met with suspicion.
Oh, come on, Grant, you must be used to security provisions.
It is the line of business you're in.
Keep your mitts off my daughter.
It is impolite to bring a gun to a meal, isn't it, Lucy?
Yes.
Politeness, a virtue indeed.
But, unfortunately, not the reason she didn't bring it.
I got it from an assassin.
She tried to kill me with it, didn't you, darling?
- Yes, I did. -
If you don't mind, I'd like to clear this up
so we can enjoy our evening.
I was wondering, how did Cherifa get it, Lucy?
Just how well do you know each other?
Lucy?
I lost it, Daddy.
I stole it from her.
You sure you wanna marry this one?
Seems like trouble to me.
Ah.
Corbeau is armed.
No sudden moves.
All these beautiful women shooting at me.
It has been a little troublesome.
- - Well, you heard her.
Lucy has nothing to do with this.
Naturally, but I have to ask.
Your fiancee's a thief.
Shall I serve the food?
No, darling. Dance for us a little.
Yes.
Cherifa has no further need to steal anything.
Except, perhaps, the hearts of a nation.
I like you.
I like you, too.
- Do you mind if I... - Please, of course.
- Ready? - Allons-y.
May I present the Tomahawk Little Bird.
The latest high accuracy, Man Portable, Air Defence System,
MANPADS.
Please note, "S" is for "System".
It does not denote plural.
Common mistake.
Shoulder fire, five pounds, pop-up open sight.
- Lucy, I require assistance. - Absolutely.
High explosive warhead capable of taking out fixed
- or rotary winged aircraft. - What is the range?
- I'll get to that. - Yes, but what is the range?
Now, now.
Patience is also a virtue.
- Come on, Daddy, tell him about the range. - Shh!
- Yes, you are the decider. - What?
I'm sorry that I interrupted you, Daddy.
Thank you!
Now I have to start all over again.
May I present the Tomahawk Little Bird.
...stabilised with fins, 200 meters.
- That is the range. - Correct.
Lucy.
You're embarrassing me.
Click here, safety on.
This unit will not fire until you release this.
Now, it is on.
The projectile is conventional.
Penetrating hit and kill, non-guided.
Although, we are working on an infrared version
which would allow this baby to lock on to the thermal signature of any target.
This is a line of sight missile.
Projecting speed is Mach 2.
Identify your target.
Tank, armoured vehicle,
plain, aim,
disengage safety.
I will not do that in the house.
And simply, pull the trigger here.
That's it. Boom!
Just kidding.
But, if it's a boom you want,
you got it here.
Boom!
I love it!
We have a deal?
- Sold! - Ha-ha!
That is how you make a sale.
Well done, Daddy.
That was...
May I?
Please.
How funny, it is much smaller than I thought.
The whole point of the weapon is its size.
Well, it's just an observation.
Ah! Many people understand
the advantages of smaller dimensions.
I did not say I did not want it.
Do ya?
- Yes. - Yes, yes.
Do you really want it?
Yes.
- Do you really want this? - More.
You really want all the pretty things you could do with it?
Americans.
They make such a song and dance about everything.
Meaning?
Exactly.
You didn't mind singing and dancing in 1944, huh?
You'd all be under the jackboot if it wasn't for Americans
singing and dancing in 1944.
You got your 37 doors out of singing and dancing.
- Twenty-seven. - Only 27. What a pity.
All be dressed in grey, believe you me,
you and this whole lousy continent.
- Africa? - Africa, Europe...
You know what?
Come on, Lucy. No deal.
See, Pavlov, he wants me to beg.
Common courtesy.
You invite us out here to the middle of nowhere,
search us, give us strange food,
doesn't even know if it's dessert or not,
and now this
is no way of doing business.
- Put it down. -
Jeez. Perfect.
Corbeau, the Savages are not leaving.
No, Secretary, they're not.
No, it's fine. We'll stay here and we'll make a deal, okay?
- That we will. - We need the MANPAD.
"MANPADS." "S" is for system.
Leave it here or I will kill you both, you and your daughter.
- Calm down, Corbeau. - I counting to three.
Un.
Deux.
Corbeau!
Please.
We will finish this business.
Cherifa.
Entertain.
- - You say either, I say either.
Nonsense.
We have a lot in common.
We are men of the world.
Potato, po-ta-to, tomato, to-ma-to.
Cherifa, do as you're told.
We are like this.
A little more respect is due, you know?
I came a long way to meet you.
Yes, I know. You are quite right.
Please.
You must excuse my associate.
He is like me,
just very excited by the possibilities your weapon offers to us.
It's a game-changer, munitions-wise.
Absolutely.
It will change everything.
You are quite right.
I have entertained so many people.
Well, I suppose we agree on that at least.
The French army can be a little behind the times, I do agree.
Well, do yourself a favour. Fix me up with an introduction.
I'm going back through Paris.
Great capacity Tomahawk from both quarters.
One man likes to cover me in saffron first.
It stains.
But he thinks it makes me smell like a darker woman
and he likes that.
That will do.
My apologies.
I'm entertaining you.
He'll only take me from behind.
He doesn't like seeing women's eyes.
That will do.
So his ideal lover is a blind, black woman on all fours.
He crouches over me like a demon.
And for another, I have to pretend I have no sex.
That there's nothing down here.
He's scared of it.
He thinks it looks like a wound.
- What is she saying? - That is enough.
I'm entertaining you.
I'm very entertaining, right?
- Cherifa! - You like it up the arse
or if you like giving it up the arse,
I could entertain you.
I should whip his fat arse. He would love that.
Where'd you get this one now?
No, no, you would really like it.
- Stop it, Cherifa. - They all like it.
I'm entertaining you.
They like rubbing it all over me,
all over my body,
- especially my face. - Stop it.
This big man just rubbing it.
All over my face.
- Stop it, Cherifa. - Pulling my hair and wrapping it.
- Stop it. - Oh, Cherifa!
Oh, Cherifa!
So how many times a week do you think I have to wash my hair?
Shut up!
Let me make this unpleasantness up to you.
I will get something special from the cellar.
1910,
first minted year from this land.
There is only one bottle, I will fetch it.
It will be worth everything. Corbeau.
Don't shoot anyone, huh?
Ah!
There and there. Fuck!
Gypsy Colt.
What have you done?
I am so proud of you.
Look at that.
Single shot.
Never missed!
Not once in your whole life.
Hot-dog!
Come on, girl. We got to get out of here.
- Come on. - Proud of me?
Come on, Colt.
- It was good? - Come on, let's go.
- Let's go. - Daddy, that was good?
- So good. Yes. - That was good?
Oh, yeah!
OK, Gypsy. Oh!
All right, you're OK.
All right.
You did good.
French piggy...
Don't you come near me
with that filthy mouth.
You want me like this.
- This is what you want. - Don't you say that.
Oh, don't die yet.
Hey.
Look at yourself, sweetheart.
Like a hysterical animal. Look at you.
You're not listening.
Look what you made me do.
We have to get you home
- and have you see Dr Maxwell. - No.
- I don't want... - It's hysterical.
- We don't need Maxwell. - Yeah, we do.
- We don't need Maxwell. - ...exactly what you were before.
A filthy rutting...
- Daddy, no. - What I need and what I want.
No.
- And what I want, all of what you want. - No.
All of what you want.
- I don't need Maxwell. - You were like
- a filthy, rutting animal. - We don't need Maxwell.
- Daddy no. Daddy, no. - I want! I want!
- No, no.
- I want! I want! - No.
All what you want.
Shh.
Hmm.
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