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* Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie *

* He was a bold
adventuring man *

* Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie *

* Battled for right
with a powerful hand *

* His blade was
tempered and so was he *

* Indestructible steel was he *

* Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie *

* He was a fighter, a fearless
and mighty adventuring man *

* He was a fighter, a fearless
and mighty adventuring man *

- Praise the Lord, Mr. Bowie.

- Jim Bowie.

- Don't move mister, or
I'll split your head open

before you can cock that rifle.

Cut him down.

You both heard me, cut him down.

Take that knife
and cut him down.

- [Slaver] What
concern of it is yours

what I do with this slave?

- He's not a slave,
mister, he's a freed man.

I gave him his papers.

- [Slaver] You must
be mistaken, monsieur.

This man is the property
of the Latine Company.

He'll be sold at auction
Saturday morning at 11 o'clock.

- He's the property
of no company.

He was stolen from
my plantation,

field hand of mine saw him
dragged aboard a river boat,

and I trailed him here.

- Don't worry about me,
Mr. Jim. These are bad men.

- Who's in charge around here?

Who owns the Lantine Company?

- The rifles cocked
now, Mr. Bowie.

- Don't give 'em any
reason to whip you, Joseph.

I'll be back, I'll
get you out of here.

There are five welts
on his back right now,

for every one over five
when I return for him,

I'll cut a groove in
your back with this.

(Men arguing)

- I wouldn't go around accusing
people of slave stealing,

Mr. Bowie, unless
you have evidence.

- I can prove everything I said.

- Then do it, unless
you can produce papers

the police can't do anything
for you, goodnight sir.

- [Jim] There isn't time

to get the papers!
- Goodnight, sir.

- Mr. Bowie, allow me
to introduce myself,

I'm Jacques Toulouse of the
Louisiana Creole Newspaper.

- Howdy.

- You'll pardon my
eavesdropping, but when I heard

that you were, in fact,
the great Jim Bowie,

I decided I must have
an interview with you.

- I'm sorry, monsieur,
but I'm in a hurry,

a friend of mine's in trouble.

- Yes, yes I heard.

Something about freeing a man
named Joseph, a former slave.

If the monsieur would permit
me to buy him a glass of wine,

I may be able to help him.

This way, Monsieur Bowie.

You've stumbled into something

that even police
pretend doesn't exist.

Tell me, who made your
first knife, Mr. Bowie?

- Why, what're they afraid of?

- Ever hear of Jean Lafitte?

- The pirate?

- Please, Mr.
Bowie, not so loud.

This pirate has become
one of our most honored,

if not respected, citizens,
since he helped General Jackson

drive the British from
the Baratarian Islands.

It has now become the custom,

as well as a matter of
discretion, so to speak,

to look the other way
when Pirate Lafitte

turns his hand to slave trading.

It's a large business in
New Orleans, my friend.

A very large business,
and the men who run it

will brook no interference.

- Not even from the law?

- Tell me, why did you sharpen
both sides of the blade,

near the end?

- Where will I find Lafitte?

- He lives on Galveston Island,

but he has a business partner,
a Monsieur Pierre Jouvain,

who lives here, and
who's just as dangerous.

- Where will I find him?

- I'll give you his
address in return

for the story of the knife.

- Agreed.

- 24 Rue se Blanc
in the Vieux Carre.

- 24 Rue se Blanc, much obliged
Mr. Toulouse for the wine.

- What about the
story of the knife?

- Meet me later at
the Twin Oaks inn.

- But, monsieur, suppose
you don't come out alive.

- Well then, Mr. Toulouse,

you'll just have to
write my obituary.

It'll make a much shorter story.

My name is Jim Bowie,

and I'm looking for
a Mr. Pierre Jouvain.

- I am Pierre Jouvain.

Now, what brings
you to my courtyard

like a man from another planet?

(laughs)

- I come to see you sir,

about a negro you're holding
in a warehouse on Water Street,

his name's Joseph.

- Joseph, Samuel, Thomas,
names mean nothing to me.

- Where'd you get him?

- Through customary
channels, I suppose,

if we have him our papers
should show where we got him.

- Forged papers, Mr. Jouvain.

Joseph is a freed
man, I outta know,

he belonged to me,
and I freed him.

- Are you prepared to
prove this, monsieur?

- Yes sir, I am.

The papers are in the
courthouse at Opelousas.

- Then get them, my friend,

before you break into a man's
house, and make rash charges.

- There isn't time to get 'em.

Your men are auctioning
him off Saturday.

You'll have to take
my word for it.

- (laughs) The word
of an American.

(group laughs)

- What's wrong with the
word of an American?

Maybe you've all forgotten
that Louisiana is America now.

- A regrettable
occurrence, monsieur;

one we French choose to forget.

Jacques, show him out please.

- Is that your final answer?

- It is.

- Then this is mine.

- Thank you Jacques.

It's time someone showed
this pig a few manners.

Get the swords.

- You wanna fight mister, a
knife's good enough for me.

- Swords, monsieur.

- [Jacques] Monsieur Jouvain
is the injured party,

he chooses the weapons
and he chooses swords.

- Wait, it would be
little less than murder

to pit this man against
a swordsman like you.

- Mademoiselle
Duprez flatters me,

but I've made my
choice, monsieur.

- Come, come monsieur
(speaking foreign language)

Allez, monsieurs.

(swords clanging)

- He's no swordsman, Jouvain
is making a fool of him.

- Apologize, monsieur, quickly.

- As far as I'm concerned,
you're still a slave thief.

Alright, Jouvain, you won
this fight fair and square,

but don't press your luck.

- Careful monsieur,

this American has a
reputation with a knife.

- Get out.

- This way, monsieur.

- Through the back door,

and don't scuff your
feet on the floors.

- [Jacques] This way, monsieur.

- Monsieur Bowie,

you forgot these.

- Yeah, thank you.

- I am Madeline Duprez.

You are a courageous
man, Monsieur Bowie,

but you made one
mistake tonight,

you insulted Pierre Jouvain,

and gave him the
choice of weapons.

Next time, I suggest that

you let Monsieur
Jouvain insult you.

He will be at the Club
Des Exilés tomorrow night,

perhaps if you disguised
yourself as a gentlemen,

they might let you in.

- Give me a bottle of ale, Peg.

- [Toulouse] Allow
me to drink to

your continued good
health, Mr. Bowie.

- Hello.

- [Toulouse] I'm glad I didn't
have to write your obituary.

You met Jouvain.

Jouvain's adversaries

don't usually walk away.
- Raise you twenty.

- I raise you twenty.

- [Drunk Card Player] I call.

- Peg, is this man staying here?

- Yes, sir.

- I got you beat, mister.

- Just a minute, give
him back his money.

- Who says so?

- I said, give him
back his money.

Look you know the man's too
drunk to know what he's doing.

C'mon you've played
enough tonight, mister.

- Do you need any
help, Mr. Bowie?

- We're going up to bed.

- Jim Bowie?

- C'mon, up you get.

(man groans)

- Well, I don't want it.

- Well you've got to have it
for tonight, mister, c'mon.

(men arguing drowns
out dialogue)

- I'm going to take
you to your room.

- I don't wanna go to--

(grunting in protest)

- [Jacques] Here we are.

- Oh.

Thank you.

- Friend of yours?

- Him?

I never saw him before.

- You mean you pulled
him out of the card game

for no reason at all?

- Man was drunk, he
was being fleeced.

- As it happens the
man was Sam Houston.

Drunk or sober he's
quite capable of
taking care of himself.

- Sam Houston?

- That's right.

Now for the story you promised
about the famous Bowie knife.

(Jim laughs)

What is it?

- I didn't think that

I'd ever put Governor
Sam Houston to bed.

(men laugh)

Evenin' Peg.

- Your carriage is waitin'
for you, Mr. Bowie.

- Thanks.

- Bowie? Did I hear
somebody say Bowie?

So you're Jim Bowie.

What right you got pulling
me out of a card game

when I'm holding a club flush?

- You were holding a
whiskey flush, sir;

and you were being cheated.

(Houston laughs)

- You're right,
friend, you're right;

and Sam Houston thanks you.

- Glad to be of
service, Governor.

- Oh no, no, no, not
governor, just Sam Houston;

businessman, trader,
adventurer like yourself.

Peg, Peg, a bottle
of Monongahela.

So you're Jim Bowie,

come on sit down.

You know, you've made quite
a reputation for yourself.

I've been wantin' to catch
up with you for a long time.

Sam Houston'd like to
know more about you.

You, you ever here of
a place called Texas?

- Of course, my
brother Rezin and I

have been thinking
of going out there,

and buying up some land.

- Well, here's to Texas.

You outta see it, friend.

Why it's virgin soil lies
untouched by the plow;

and its vast prairies
teem with buffalo.

Riches,

riches beyond a
man's wildest dreams.

When can you leave, Bowie?

- Whoa, not so
fast, Mr. Houston.

I was just thinkin'
of going there,

I'm not leaving right now.

- Why not?

- I have my plantation in
Opelousas to look after, and I--

- Why in Texas, you'll
have so much land,

it'll make that plantation
of yours look like a,

like a sharecropper's half-acre.

Now enough of this talk,
when can you leave?

- I'm sorry, Mr. Houston,

I can't even talk
about it right now.

Friend of mine's in trouble.

- Trouble?

- A negro named Joseph.

He was picked up by
Lafitte's slave stealers;

and he'll be sold at auction

unless I can free him in time.

- Ah, bother with this fellow,

you and me still got a lot of
talking and drinking to do.

- You'll have to excuse me, sir.

I gave this man his freedom,
he saved my life once.

I can't turn my back on him now.

- You know something, Bowie?

The more you talk
the more Sam Houston

wants you to go
to Texas with him.

Now, then you got
any plan of action

to free this friend
of yours, Joseph?

- I've located the
man who holds him,

it may take a little persuading.

- Well my knife hand might
not be as skilled as yours,

but it's yours for
what it's worth.

- Let's go, Mr. Houston.

(ball clinking in
roulette wheel)

(dealer speaking in
foreign language)

- [Houston] Houston's the name;

Sam Houston of Tennessee,
Texas, and the Cherokee Nation.

This is my friend
here, Jim Bowie.

(speaking in foreign language)

(chattering)

- I'm Henri, the manager,

permit me to welcome you
to the Club Des Exilés,

you honor us with your
presence gentlemen.

Make yourselves at home.

- [Houston] Hear
what they called us?

Gentlemen; disguise is perfect.

- There's my man,
the roulette table.

- I'll sit here, chair's
always a handy weapon.

- Gimme some blues, please.

- Henri.

Henri.

(speaking in foreign language)

Wait.

- Monsieur Jouvain called?

- Yes, I called Henri,

I was under the impression
this was a gentleman's club.

- Oh I am lost Monsieur Jouvain.

- He means me, Henri.
Mr. Jouvain doesn't think

that I belong here;
in plain words,

Mr. Jouvain doesn't think
that I'm a gentleman.

Isn't that right, sir?

- Is there any doubt
about it, monsieur?

- I couldn't say, Mr Jouvain,

I don't rightly know what
it takes to be a gentleman

in these parts.

- Monsieur Bowie, it would be
best, perhaps, if you left.

- Henri, first you
welcome me here,

and then you ask me to leave.

You seem to be having
a little trouble

riding the mule at both ends.

- Don't ask him to leave, Henri.

Throw him out.

- I wouldn't do that
if I were you, Henri.

Let me say what I
came here to say,

then I'll leave
on my own accord.

I would just like to point out

to all you
distinguished gentlemen,

that you can't tell a man
by the cut of his coat.

Take Mr. Jouvain
here, for example;

he has the fine clothes,
the fine speech,

the fine manners of a gentleman,

but that's where it ends,
because Mr. Jouvain,

your distinguished
fellow club member,

is a dirty, slave
stealing thief.

He's a hireling of
the Pirate Lafitte.

- Please, gentlemen, please,

remember where you are,
remember what you are;

Adler start the game going,

gentlemen please
place your bets.

- Now one minute, according
to your Code of the Duello,

as I was struck, I'm
entitled to choice of weapon.

- [Jacques] That's correct,
sir, and I claim the honor

of being the second
to Monsieur Jouvain.

- Allow me the honor
to introduce my second,

Mr. Sam Houston of
Tennessee and Texas.

- [Jouvain] We are
indeed honored, sir.

- [Jacques] Weapons,
time, and place, monsieur?

- Bowie knife, here and now.

It's your choice, monsieur.

Alright gentlemen, step back
and give 'em fightin' room.

- [Henri] Oh please,
not in here, sir.

Oh no, no, no; the equipment.

Please, out here; here, here,
it's a wonderful lounge.

Very nice indeed;
come up here, sir.

Look, it's a special room.

- It looks alright,

the only condition I'd
like to make is that

Mr. Jouvain and I are
locked in that room alone.

- [Jouvain] Barbaric.

- Oh come, monsieur, must
we quibble over the way

my friend chooses to die?

Now let's get on with it.

- Of course, sir, if
you'd care to admit

that you're a thief and
return Joseph to me,

I'd be very happy to
call off the duel.

- [Jouvain] Come monsieur, let's
get this over with at once.

- You gentlemen
came here to gamble,

anybody like to
make a little bet?

- Five hundred
dollars on Jouvain.

- The gentleman has a bet.

- Tables and chairs,
shouldn't they be removed?

- No, a few hazards'll make
the fight more exciting.

Particularly when
the room is dark.

- Dark?

- That's right, Jouvain,

you taught me a few
tricks with the rapier,

maybe I can teach you a
few tricks with a knife.

(scuffling)

That's something for me
to remember, Jouvain;

never turn my back on you.

No, no, don't hold a knife
like that, hold it like this.

That's right.

That's good, Jouvain.

That's right, try
again, come on.

(scuffling)

- I might be willing
to lay a few odds;

say five to three?

Any takers?

(grunting with exertion)

The odds are getting
shorter, gentlemen.

(clanging and banging)

- There's something wrong in
there, maybe they're both dead.

- In that case, naturally,
all bets are off.

(knocking)

- [Jacques] It's
Pierre, he's won.

(men chattering excitedly)

- Tell 'em Jouvain.

Go on, tell 'em.

- Everything he said is true.

- Louder.

- I deal in stolen slaves.

- Sit down over
there, go on, move.

- Henri notify the police.

- Oui, monsieur.

- Sit down, Jouvain.

Write an order for
Joseph's release.

- 500 dollars from
the gentleman.

- And while you're about it,

write a release for every
stolen slave in the barracoon.

Let me look at your back.

Five.

Lucky for you there
aren't any more.

How about the rest of these men?

What's gonna happen to them?

- They will be returned
to their rightful owners.

Goodnight gentlemen.
(speaking in foreign language)

- This will make a better story

than the one about your
famous knife, Mr. Bowie.

- [Madeline] Monsieur Bowie!

- Hello.

- Hello.

I see you took my advice.

- Yes, and it worked
very well, thank you.

- Thank you, you did us
both a very great service.

- That is right, my dear,
Jouvain was becoming difficult.

And now as for you,

I will give you just
24 hours to join me,

or get out of New Orleans.

- And who are you, sir,
to give me such an order?

- Lafitte is my name.

Jean Lafitte.

(cane knocking)

- Well my friend, he didn't
give you much choice, did he?

Either you come
to Texas with me,

or you stay here and join him.

- Well that might not
be such a bad idea.

- I think maybe you
better come to Texas.

You'll be safer
with me, much safer.

(men laugh)

(men laugh)

* Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie *

* He was a fighter, a fearless,
and mighty adventuring man *