Red Shoe Diaries

Stella.

"Dear Red Shoes, first things first.

"I'm a tomboy, a cowboy, a loner.

"I guess I am what you would call a free-spirit.

"I work hard, got my own business breaking mustangs.

"A few years ago, it was just me.

"But now I have four boys working for me.

"And I want you to know I'm proud

"of what I have made and done.

"I've got respect,

"which means something when you're a woman alone

"out here on the prairie like me.

"And then one day, this guy shows up, an antique dealer,

"one of those boys that brings old stuff up out of Mexico

"and then hires cheap labor to fix it up,

"and sells it for a profit to wealthy people, mostly ladies.

"Well anyway, like I was saying, he shows up

"and throws the whole ecosystem out of whack."

- Looking for able-bodied men.

Painters and craftsmen.

Looking to pay top dollar.

Come to work for Senor Calahan. Free tequila.

Free burritos con cerveza.

Work all day, party all night.

What the hell?

- Free burritos con cerveza.

Work all day, party all night.

Son of a bitch.

Well, I ain't gonna let him get away with it.

- Willing to pay top dollar.

Come to work for Senor Calahan.

Free tequila, free burritos.

Work all day, party all night.

You must be Calahan.

Listen up, muchacho, over there is my land.

Step on my land, and I'll shoot your ass.

Take any of my men and you're dead.

What's the matter, tough guy, cat got your tongue?

He no speak English.

With a name like Calahan?

They gave it to him.

And?

You tell him what I said, and I mean it.

This is no way to run a business.

He says it's the only way.

Adios.

Get up there.

Get up there, boy.

Git, git. Good boy.

Go, boy.

You got company.

Son of a bitch.

I always keep my word, you're on my land.

He said you no keep your word.

You no shoot his ass, you shoot his feet.

You miss.

Maria?

- Well, what the hell's that?

- Hey Brandy, I think he's sweet on you.

- He got your sweetheart?

- You got you a gentleman caller?

A dress?

- We ain't never seen you

in a dress, Brandy.

Fuck dresses,

fuck Calahan,

and fuck you.

Who the hell is this guy?

Is he an antique dealer or is he running a whorehouse?

Or is he just plum loco?

- Oh, Jose, why would you want to waste your time

breaking horses when you can be here painting with us?

Buenas noches.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me?

Please.

Joe, Pedro, Buck, and the rest of you assholes,

where the fuck do you think you're going?

Well, we were just gonna.

- Mr. Calahan asked them to drive the ladies to El Paso.

Tequila behind the wheel is no good.

Crash and blood, and maybe they die.

That's no good.

- You be back by dawn, you hear me?

You're really scum, you know that?

Ripping those women off, pimping out my boys

just to turn a buck.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

You're not even worth the bullet.

I hate dresses.

I wouldn't wear a dress if my life depended on it.

Goddamn dresses.

What's his trip?

This is war.

I told you, I don't wear dresses.

It's against my religion, you know what I mean?

Shit, I wasn't even baptized in a dress.

Maria? (speaking Spanish)

- He say every woman should wear a dress.

Is he some kind of pervert?

He said dresses are especial.

For instance, dresses are much cooler in summer.

It's nice to feel the fabric against your skin.

You can wear cotton, or silk, and sometimes,

and sometimes, a breeze, coming up between your legs,

like a butterfly.

He says, sometimes you wear panties,

and sometimes not.

And maybe that makes you feel sexy, like a secret you have.

And maybe you want to share.