Little Birds

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.