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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 *

- Bon soi, Jim Bowie.

- Good evening,
Jean, good evening.

- There it is, Monsieur Bowie,
especially for you, a winner.

- You've been
promising me a winner

for more than a year.

I haven't seen it yet.

- Then this appalling bad luck
cannot continue, Monsieur.

- I bought a ticket from
you three nights ago.

I haven't even heard the
result of that draw yet.

- You are financially
embarrassed, Monsieur.

Well then take the ticket
and pay for it later.

- All right, Jean.

You see, Sam, you can't win,

either the money
or the argument.

There we are.

- Merci, Monsieur.

I have not had the honor of
this gentleman's acquaintance.

- Houston's the name,
my friend, Sam Houston.

And you can sell me one of
your golden opportunities.

- Permit me to
compliment you on your

choice of friends, Monsieur Jim.

And bless you,
Messieurs, bless you.

- Good night, Jean.

You know, 10 years ago, that
man was the most admired

and feared master of
arms in New Orleans.

Came over from Paris
after Napoleon's exile.

He was the first fencing
master at Saint-Cyr.

That's the French
military academy.

- Then old age caught
up with him, hmm?

- No, his eyes.

Got a sword wound in one
and a strain in the other.

He almost got himself killed
before it was discovered.

Then, no one would
challenge him anymore.

- That was bad?

- Well, a master of arms
advertises by dueling.

The public flocked
to a fighting master.

When he couldn't risk his life
anymore, his show was over.

His show, that reminds me,

I'm gonna be late
for the theater.

- You going with a young lady?

- Yes, sir, I got
tickets to The Rivals,

with that new Irish
actor, Tyrone Power.

- Well I'm going
with Captain Lafitte.

Now he'll be by here in a
moment, why don't you join us?

- You mean, with my young lady?

- Well I just thought.

- No, no, thanks.

We'll see you between the acts.

(speaking foreign language)

Hey, I almost forget
my golden opportunity.

(speaking foreign language)

(laughing)

(punches landing)

- It's old Jean, my
lottery ticket peddler.

(singers humming)

- Someone with too much
too drink, Monsieur?

- Captain Lafitte.

It's old Jean DuBois.

- He is ill?

- No, knocked out, by me.

He attacked me.

- You, Jean?

- Yeah, just now, came
at me with a club.

- But why?

- I don't know.

- Put him in my carriage.

I will take him home
and call in a doctor.

- All right.

(singers humming)

- [Jim Voiceover] In its
heyday, the fencing academy

of Jean DuBois was the
most popular in the city.

Now it served only as
his living quarters.

It was here we took
the injured old man.

- That's quite a welt
you got back there, Jean.

But you'll be all right.

- Why you did not kill me?

- Why did you attack me?

- I saw all that
money in your pouch.

I was desperate.

- Why didn't you tell me?

I'd have made you a loan.

- $5,000, Monsieur?

- 5,000?

- What for, mater?

- For my daughter.

Is she not beautiful?

15 years, I have not seen her.

Think of it, 15 years.

And now she's coming here,

all the way from
France, just to see me.

Me.

A living lie.

No no no, Monsieur,

my mind is perfectly clear.

She was three when I left her

with the Good Sisters in France.

And I came here to make our
fortune, my Rapier and I.

I did not tell her or
Rapier of my duels.

Master of arms,

may he meet and teach
the sons of aristocrats.

But they will never
meet their daughters.

So I told her I was a planter,

a rich, respected gentleman.

The years went by, the lie
grew taller and taller.

- The $5,000, you say it
was for your daughter?

- [Jean] Her dowry.

- A good marriage then.

- The son of a distinguished
French aristocrat

and an ambassador.

He had already written me,

suggesting the terms of
the marriage contract.

- And 5,000 would
solve your problems?

- That is what I
thought, Monsieur.

But now I know that money
alone can solve nothing.

They will be coming here
on a ship from French,

tomorrow probably.

- They?

- Yes, my daughter
Celestine, her fiance

and his father, the
ambassador en route

to Mexico to take
charge of the embassy.

I was to give her
away in marriage.

Now they will find me here
like this, an imposter,

living in poverty,
without money or position.

I would rather I lost
my sight completely,

than to see her face when
she learns the truth.

- The, uh,

money probably wouldn't
do him any good anyway.

He's in too deep.

- Perhaps it is best.

Sooner or later,
she would find out.

- Well it's not our
affair, I suppose.

But I wish there was
something we could do.

(singers humming)

- A dowry would be easy.

I would myself be willing
to give a contribution.

- And you'd be throwing
away your good money.

- Oh, Sam, you're a hard man.

- I'm just trying to be
sensible about this thing, Jim.

You can't take a broken-down
old ticket peddler

and make him into a gentleman.

- Why not, why can't you?

- Why can't you what?

- Make him into a gentleman.

- A gentleman needs

background, a decent house,

servants, a carriage.

Now where he could possibly find

all these things by tomorrow?

Oh no.

Now don't tell me
that you two possibly

think that you could--

Jim, I could understand,
he's a soft-hearted idiot.

But you, Lafitte, the pirate.

Oh, no you don't.

This is gonna cost
somebody a lotta money,

and I'm getting out.

- Now wait a minute,
Sam, wait a minute.

Didn't you say that
all he would need

would be some fine
clothes, a fine house,

servants, carriage?

- And you're gonna provide
all these, I suppose.

- I already have the carriage,

and my scoundrels could as
well be servants as smugglers.

- And the house?

Where would he find an
impressive enough house?

- I think I could
manage that one.

Yeah, the young Marquis
de Graviand and his aunt.

I've done them a favor or two.

- Then there's nice clothes.

- That's nothing, I have trunks
full, from various ships.

- I'm sorry, gentlemen.

- Well what else does it
need besides the house,

the carriage,
clothes and a shave?

- Well, manners.

- As master of arms, his
manners were once elegant.

- Mm-hmm.

- Shall we put up
the dowry, Bowie?

- You two are a couple of
soft-headed sentimentals.

But, I--

I suppose if you
persist in this thing

you can count old Sam in too.

- [Jim Voiceover] The next
day I was at the wharf

in the carriage of Jean Lafitte,

posing as the estate manager
of Monsieur Jean DuBois.

I found old Jean's daughter
as beautifully pink

and white as a Dresden figurine.

Her fiance, Armond,
as noble in appearance

as an epic hero, and his
father, the ambassador,

laden with honors and dignity.

- Oh, Monsieur, I'm so nervous.

- So is your father,
Mademoiselle.

- The residence of the Marquis
de Graviand, did you say?

- That's right, sir.

Monsieur DuBois
always stops here

when he comes down
from his plantation.

You know the de Graviand
family, I suppose, sir?

- Naturally.

- Francois, I should
like to introduce

Mademoiselle Celestine DuBois.

And his excellency,
Monsieur Delavon,

ambassador to Mexico, and his
son, Monsieur Armond Delavon.

- May I present my Aunt
Marie, and Monsieur.

- Such great emotion, Monsieur,

it is much too
intimate to be shared.

- I quite agree, Mademoiselle.

A reunion that will live
long in our memories.

- The House of de
Graviand welcomes its
distinguished guest.

- Milady is most gracious.

- And we have
something else planned

for your memories,
Messieurs, a big reception.

- Our guests must be fatigued
after their journey, Francois.

They would like to be
shown to their rooms.

- How thoughtful of
you, Mademoiselle.

- This way, Messieurs.

I like a house full of people,

and a big party,
don't you, Messieurs?

- At first, I did
not approve of this

deception, Monsieur Bowie.

- But you do now?

- Oh, yes.

For this is from the heart.

Like a child playing, or a poem.

Do you know you are
a poet, Monsieur?

- I've been called many things
in my time, but never that.

- Oh but you are.

You make poems, not with
words, but with people.

With life itself.

(door knocking)

- Excuse me.

- Higgins, sir, the
ambassador's valet.

- Oh yes, come in, Higgins.

- Thank you, sir.

- Right up the stairs, the
first door on your left.

- Thank you.

- The Honorable
Mr. Samuel Houston,

former governor of the
state of Tennessee.

- Monsieur DuBois.

- Good evening.

- Celestine DuBois.

- Well, Francois, looks like
all the guests have arrived.

So far, so good, huh?

- I do not think so, Jim.

That is what I must
talk to you about.

- Francois, I told
you a half hour ago,

it is much past your bedtime.

- Just one word with
Jim, Aunt Marie?

- Monsieur Bowie is
busy, Francois, now go.

- Do as your Aunt
Marie says, go on.

- But, Marie.

- Go go.

Go, up up.

- [Jim Voiceover] The reception
was such a huge success

that the ambassador
insisted on signing

the marriage contract
that very evening.

And it was I who had the
privilege of witnessing

the signing of the document,

and the transferring
of the $5,000 dowry,

in which I had equal shares
with the former governor

of Tennessee and a former
pirate of the Seven Seas.

(slingshot snapping)

- Hey, I didn't give you this
thing to shoot at people.

- But I must talk to you, Jim.

- Not tonight, Francois,
it's very late.

You oughta be in bed,
go on now, go on.

- And now, Mademoiselle,
with your permission,

I suggest that we all retire.

It has been a day of emotion,

and I for one am exhausted.

- I too, Monsieur, so
beautifully exhausted.

- Ohh.

- Bon soir, cheri, sleep well.

- Mon cher Papa, it
is unbearable to think

we have been apart
so many years.

- Come, we will go up together.

- A job in which you had
little faith, eh, Sam?

- Houston never doubted
the outcome for a moment.

- Have you ever seen
anyone so beautiful

as the blushing bride to be?

- Or as happy as old DuBois?

- Or as proud of his
transaction as the ambassador?

(laughing)

Haven't you gone to bed yet?

- I could not sleep.

- Too much excitement?

- Not as much as there will be.

- What's that?

- Monsieur Bowie, there is
something I must tell you.

It cannot wait longer.

- Well come and sit
down and tell us.

You're among friends.

- It is something I overheard

just before the
reception, Messieurs.

I was approaching the room
of our guests to exchange

the reminiscences of Paris.

- Yes?

- It was very strange.

I overheard the
ambassador asking

to board the ship in Mexico.

- There's nothing
strange about that.

They're leaving just
after the wedding.

- But the wedding is not
until the day after tomorrow.

- So?

- So how can they
attend the wedding

if the ship is sailing at dawn?

- You mean dawn tomorrow?

- I mean today, it being
now after midnight.

- Ridiculous.

- Francois, you, uh,
you feeling all right?

- No, sir, I'm feeling badly.

For I know, and I
must so inform you,

the ambassador and
his son are imposters.

- Now this is a very serious
accusation, young man.

I hope you have proof.

- I do have proof, Monsieur.

I did exchange the
reminiscences of Paris.

And in so doing, I
learned, to my sorrow

that Monsieur L'Ambassador
thinks that le Duke de L'Orleans

is married to a lady
who does not exist.

A mistake which no one,
not even a mere clerk

in the diplomatic
service, would ever make.

Furthermore, he
did not even know

the address of the
Foreign Office.

- [Sam] What do you think?

- They've gone, down the
trellis and through the garden.

- And you were in such a
hurry to hand over the dowry.

- I had a feeling about this,
right from the beginning.

- Now, Sam, don't you crow.

Lafitte, you know
the waterfront.

What ship sails
for Mexico at dawn?

- Of course, we
may catch them yet.

The ship, the ship, let me see.

In the river right now,
there is the brig Pilgrim

from Boston, La
Moet from Marseille.

- The ship in question is
the schooner Le Bon Chance,

just out of the Le Havre.

- Oh, Monsieur, Monsieur Bowie,
my jewel box, it's missing.

Is it possible that
one of our guests?

- It is indeed.

- And as of right
now, Mademoiselle,
anything is possible.

The ambassador and
his son are imposters.

- Oh, I think I'll shall faint.

- Mademoiselle, you explain
it to Monsieur Dubois

and his daughter.

- The ship.

- We have a little task to do.

- Oh, poor Celestine.

Oh, but no.

- Oh, but yes, Aunt Marie.

It was I who found them out.

(singers humming)

- The waterfront.

- [Jim Voiceover] We
had no time to lose.

The ship was anchored
off Canal Street

but due to sail with
the morning tide.

(singers humming)

The ship was still there when
we reached the docks at dawn.

We scattered to look
for the thieves.

(singers humming)

- All right, Sailor,
you can shove off now.

You won't be needed.

- [Sailor] Aye aye, sir.

- Can I give you a
hand, Mr. Higgins?

- Up with the hands, Monsieur.

(gun firing)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(punch landing)

(punch landing)

(grunting)

(punch landing)

- Please, please,
Monsieur, no more.

No more.

(groaning)

- Well, we took
care of them, huh?

- We found the
enemy, Auntie Marie,

and we defeated him.

Your jewels, Mademoiselle.

- Oh, merci,
Monsieur le Marquis.

- Your daughter knows
about the so-called

ambassador and his son?

- Even about myself, Monsieur.

And she says she
does not hate me.

- But that is so, Papa.

I do but love you all the more.

You have done a
wonderful thing for me.

I did not ever love Armond.

I only agreed on a
marriage of convenience

because I thought Papa was so
rich, and a great gentleman,

and that is what he would want.

Do you not
understand, Messieurs?

Can you not make him understand?

- You're sincere
and honest people.

Understanding will come in time.

- This'll help you
til you get settled.

- Oh, thank you,
but no, Monsieur.

I'm perfectly able to
support Papa and myself.

He gave me a most
excellent education.

I'm an accomplished
harpsichordist.

I shall have no trouble
in finding pupils.

- Oh I'm sure you
will not, Celestine.

As a matter of fact,

here's your first one.

- Oh but no, Aunt Marie, this
is my reward, music lessons?

This is a foul blow, Jim,
you must do something, quick.

- Now listen, young fella.

There's one thing you
better learn right now.

Never argue with a lady,
you just can't win.

(laughing)

* Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie *

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