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* Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie *

* He was a bold
adventurin' 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 adventurin' man *

* He was a fighter, a fearless
and mighty adventurin' man *

(dog barks)
- Guro, down!

Guro, down!

(Guro growling)

- That's a real fine bear
dog you got there, Hudson.

- Get out!

- You talking to me?

- You will hunt no
more in these woods.

I have orders from
Monsieur LeConte.

- Mister LeConte, who's he?

- A relative of
the widow Trudeau.

- Old Lady Trudeau, huh?

Well you give the Count
a message from me.

You tell him that old Mr.
Trudeau used to hunt in my woods

and I'll hunt in his.

As soon as I finished my
business in New Orleans,

I made straight for the
Trudeau house on Royal Street.

Old Mr. Trudeau had
been our neighbor

at Opelousas for many years,

though I had never
laid eyes on his wife.

Seemed to me that the old lady
was due for some plain talk.

- State your business, monsieur.

- My business is with
Madame Trudeau, monsieur.

- I am a kinsman of madame.

I shall speak for her.

- Well, that's quite
agreeable with me,

but I'd like to have her in
the room while you're doing it.

- Monsieur, your
manners need correction.

- Armand!

I was told Mr. Bowie was here.

- He is.

Your servant, ma'am.

- Astonishing.

- May I ask you to retire?

I shall speak for my brother.
- But not for me, my child.

Won't you please sit down?

- Well thank you, but
my time's very short.

Would you take me
to Madame Trudeau?

- Madame Trudeau?

She is here.

- You?

- [Madame Trudeau] You were
expecting someone different?

- Yes, ma'am.

- My husband often spoke
of the great Jim Bowie.

(dishes clattering)
- Excuse me. (chuckles)

Oh, yeah.

Your husband was a very
fine, old gentleman.

I mean, he was a fine gentleman.

I thought a lot of him.
- And he of you.

Alas, he could never
persuade me to visit,

how do you say it?
- Opelousas.

- Yes.

I do not care for
the country, you see,

and my dear husband,
he spoiled me.

He longed for the
tranquility of Opelousas,

but I was very young
and tranquility had
no charms for me.

- Didn't you have any
curiosity about your neighbors?

- When my husband spoke of
you, he spoke as a man speaks.

He did not mention the qualities
that a woman would notice.

- Such as?

- You have urgent affairs
to discuss with me, yes?

- Uh, yes, if I could
just recall what it is.

Oh, yeah.

Monsieur Trudeau was
a very good neighbor.

There's something
going on down there now

that I don't think
he would like.

- At Opelousas?
- Yes.

Two days ago, I was
run off your property

by a man who said he was acting

on the orders of
Monsieur LeConte.

- Oh, it is Armand's older
brother, the Count De Nivernais.

- I see.

Then he's acting
with your approval?

- The Count is a stranger here.

He does not understand
American ways.

But you will always be
welcome on my land, monsieur.

- Thank you, that's
good to know.

Now, there's another thing.

Your husband always said
that if his property

at Opelousas should
ever change hands,

I'd be given first refusal.

- Well, it is a
great responsibility
for a woman alone,

all that (chuckles) sugar cane.

It is sugar cane?
- Yeah, yeah, sugar cane.

A very valuable property.

- Then you think I
should dispose of it?

- Yes, to me.
(Madame Trudeau chuckles)

- But the Count, he also
wishes to acquire it.

- I'll offer you more.

- Monsieur, I am rich.

Money is not the
first important thing.

My husband had a feeling
for his property.

I know he would wish
it in good hands.

- Well, those are my
sentiments exactly.

There's a bargain.

It'll be a pleasure to do
business with you, ma'am.

- You're working
too fast, monsieur.

I am only a woman and
not clever at business.

What a pity your
time is so short.

- I've got all the
time in the world.

- Tomorrow?

Perhaps I will have an
answer for you then.

- Will you put that in
the form of a promise?

- Certainly.

I promise

that you may call
again tomorrow.

- Yes, ma'am!

Morning, ma'am.

My rig's waiting.

Always did prefer to talk
business in the open air.

- Monsieur Bowie, no one
talks business on Sunday.

- Huh?

Oh, well then, we'll have to
talk about something else.

- Monsieur, I am
escorting the lady.

- We'll excuse you.

Shall we go?
- Indeed, no.

I have just been to Mass.

I'd have to change my costumes.

- Oh.

- And my mood.
- Oh.

- Well, Monsieur Bowie?
- My apologies, ma'am.

I've been--

- You have disgraced
yourself and me,

not to speak of Armand.

- Well, can't you
make allowances

for a wild back woodsman.

- But you are not a
wild back woodsman.

You're a man of importance,
of birth and property.

You could be the equal of
any gentleman in your league,

and look at yourself.
- Hm?

- A creature with the
clothes of a plow boy

and a manners of a red Indian.

(bright choral music)

- Oh, there you are at last.
- Hello, Maurice.

- You have been avoiding me.

- Well, I've been kinda busy.

- What is the occasion?

A wedding or a funeral?
- I don't know yet.

- Listen, (speaking
in foreign language).

It is the privilege
of an old friend

to speak the disagreeable truth.

The lady is not for you.

- You're a newspaper
man, Maurice.

You oughta know better
than to listen to gossip.

- I hope I won't
have to print it.

(speaking in foreign language)

Presume your buckskins and
go back to your wilderness.

You and Madame Trudeau
are of different worlds.

You don't belong in hers.

- (chuckles) I don't belong
in this discussion either.

- Jim, I warn you.

You will get hurt.
- Save your breath, Maurice.

Print your gossip if you like.

Uh-huh.

Thank you.

Ooh. (chuckles)

(smooches)

(both laugh)

- A little better,
but still you clutch.

Remember, Monsieur Bowie,
I am not something to eat.

- Yes, ma'am.

I mean, no ma'am.
- Ah, once again.

- Now look, this is silly.

Where I come from,
a kiss is a kiss.

And I prefer the American way.

- Bonjour, Madame.

- Excuse me.
- Excuse me.

- Great.

Are we ready to
begin today's lesson?

- As ready as I'll ever be.

- Oui, monsieur.

Monsieur, your partner.

(speaking in foreign language)

Turn, turn, turn.

Ah, monsieur.

I must advise you that you
have need to be more skillful.

- Explain yourself.
- En garde!

In Pakistan, monsieur,

the foil is an angel of death

in a hand such as yours.

Compose yourself, monsieur.

To die by the sword
is the final elegance.

- What are you
trying to tell me?

- Only that the charming widow
is very lovely and very rich.

- Go on.

- Our Creole gentlemen are
of a jealous disposition,

and they are trained in
swordsmanship from the cradle.

- Well, I'm a long
ways from the cradle,

so I reckon it's too late
for me to get the hang on it.

(sword thuds)

(bright choral music)

- Monsieur Pamontie is
arranging a party at the opera.

They say he's enamored with
the new singer, Mannan Solange.

Can you believe it?

- I'm afraid I won't be here
for Monsieur Pamontie's party.

- Not here?
- Nope.

I'll be on the
road to Opelousas.

- Will you make a long stay?
- I live there.

Maybe you've forgotten that.

- I shall miss you.
- No, you won't.

You're coming with me.
- Coming with you?

- Now, you said you weren't
very clever at business,

but you must know you can't
get something for nothing.

- But I would die in Opelousas!

- You wouldn't do
any such thing.

You'd get brown in the sun.

You'd get fat on mama's cooking.

(speaking in foreign language).

You'll learn to
ride a horse astride

and to shoot like a man.
- Oh, don't!

- And when I get a
hankerin' to come back here

and visit New Orleans again,
you won't even wanna come.

I'll have to drag you here,
kickin' and scratchin'.

- Oh, you're mad.

- I don't know what
the folks will say

back home when
they see me coming

down the pike all decked out
like a river boat gambler,

smelling like a rose.

But with you alongside
me, it'll be worth it.

Then, we'll have a wedding
such as Opelousas never saw.

- Madame.

I took the liberty of
entering unannounced.

- Of course.

What a pity you can't
stay, Monsieur Bowie.

- Bowie of Opelousas?

- Your servant.

- Oh. (chuckles)

My kinsman, the
Count De Nivernais.

- Monsieur.
- Count.

- I have just returned from
your part of the country.

Tell me, are you a huntsman?

- Victor, we must not
keep Monsieur Bowie.

- You're not keeping me.

- The words appear
most promising.

Tell me, is there good sport?

- You can usually stir
up a little excitement.

- Ah, excellent.

I must have some shooting
before returning to France.

- I'll be glad to have
you as my guest, sir.

- Thank you, monsieur.

I should prefer to try my
luck at my own estates.

I join in yours.

- I'm afraid I've
beat you to it.

Madame Trudeau has
agreed to sell to me.

- You have made a
mistake, monsieur.

Madame has done me the honor

of accepting my
proposal of marriage,

and the estate at Opelousas

is part of the
marriage settlement.

- Is this the truth?

Is it, Liane?

My apologies, Count.

This is the last time I'll
trespass on your property.

(light music)

(speaking in foreign language)

- Try not to remember
the lady with bitterness.

Did I not warn you that she
was of a different world?

To her and her kind, marriage
is a business arrangement.

Her father bestowed her on old
Trudeau because he was rich.

She bestowed herself on the
Count because he has a title.

(knocking)

I'll answer it.

- Monsieur Toulouse.

I would have a word
with you, Mr. Bowie.

Monsieur will be witness.

- Hit him!

- Your apprentice
is quick-witted.

He knows if you strike
me with your fist,

you will be debarred from
the privilege of the duel.

- A duel is no privilege to me.

I fight for my own
reasons, nobody else's.

- You've grossly
insulted my brother

and forced your
intentions on a lady

who is to become my wife.
- Is that what she told you?

- (chuckles) Monsieur,
I did not question her.

I say your intentions
were unwelcome.

If you say otherwise,
you're a liar.

- Hey Count, you're
really spoiling for
a fight, aren't you?

- Monsieur, my name
is a proud one.

I cannot marry until the stain

of this scandal has
been wiped away.

- Well, in that case,
let's get it over with.

I don't wanna hold
up the wedding.

- Jim, I--

- Maurice, will you act for me?

- As the challenged party,

you have the choice
of weapons, monsieur.

- Where I come from we generally

settle our differences
with our fists.

- We will choose pistols.

- Oh, is Monsieur Bowie afraid

to match swords with my brother?

- Armand!

- On second thought,
make it swords.

- Jim, don't be a fool.

- Maurice, you make
all the arrangements.

We mustn't keep
the bride waiting.

- At sunrise tomorrow,
behind the cathedral.

Monsieur knows the place.

- You have just
thrown your life away.

- You think so?

- The Count is a
deadly swordsman.

You'll be helpless against him.

- Well, maybe he'll
let me off easy.

- Don't be a child.

He knows his future wife
has a weakness for you.

He must kill you
to ensure his hold

upon her affections
and her dowry.

- Well, if things are
as bad as you say,

I better write a letter to mama.

- Jim, for heaven's sake!

(knocking)

- I followed the Count.

There has been a challenge?
- Naturally.

- Oh, how foolish men are.

- It is women who make them so.

- My carriage is outside.

We can be 20 miles
away by daybreak.

- We?
- Yes!

Isn't it what you wanted?
- I'm going to Opelousas.

- Then I, too, will
go to Opelousas.

- You trying to
tell me to run away?

- Yes, I implore you.

- Look, I can't
make you a Countess.

- It does not matter.

Please come.

- You won't see an
opera in Opelousas.

- You mustn't stay.

Come with me!

- My nearest neighbor does
belong to a mighty old family.

He's part Choctaw.

I believe mama said his
wife had quit dipping snuff.

- You despise me.
- Oh, no.

No, ma'am, I don't despise you.

Seems I think more highly of you

than you think of me,
else you wouldn't be here.

- But you cannot fight him!

- I've been hearing a lot
about the Count's proud name.

What you folks don't
seem to understand

is I'm proud of my name too!

(eerie choral music)

Maurice?

Show Madame Trudeau
to her carriage.

- It isn't necessary.

God be with you.

- If my luck runs out, see
that mama gets this one.

- What are you going to do?

Pray, I hope.

- Well first, I'm gonna
pay a little visit

to Captain Jean Lafitte.
- Lafitte?

That cutthroat?

He knows nothing of
affairs of honor.

- That's the point, but he
knows a great deal about swords.

(bell tolling)

We brought our own.

We said swords, didn't we?

- Monsieur!
- No, Armand.

It will make the contest
more interesting.

(metal clanging)

(grunting)

- Satisfied, Count?

- No, monsieur.

- All right, we'll do it my way.

Come on, put up your hands.

That's it.

(groans)

(spits)

- I've traveled much
in England, monsieur.

My mother's related to the
Marquess of Queensberry.

(grunting)

- Marquess of Queensberry, huh?

(groaning)

Are you satisfied now?

- Monsieur.

- What are you saying?

Death would be preferable.
- Oh, be quiet, Armand.

My respects, monsieur.

I should always be grateful

that you did not
allow me to kill you.

- Don't mention it.

- That the aforesaid
property shall,

in consideration of
the aforesaid sum--

- Oh, Monsieur.

One of the first
things Monsieur Bowie

ever said to me was
that his time was short.

Thank you.

The land is yours, monsieur.

Good hunting.

- Thank you, Countess.

- I'll be thinking of you
walking in those woods.

I wish I could have
walked beside you,

but they're all
so hard and rough,

those ways through the woods.

Adieu.
- Adieu.

- No.

Once, the American way.

(gentle choral music)

* Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie *

* He was a fighter, a fearless
and mighty adventurin' man *