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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 *

- I'm Jim Bowie,
native born American.

I didn't have to cross an ocean

to claim my
birthright of freedom.

But plenty of folks did, and
sometimes when they got to

the New World they found their
troubles were just beginning.

Like mine that night
in Vidalia in 1830.

Gentlemen.

- You're a dangerous
man, Mr Bowie.

Even without your knife.

- Have you seen my bound girl?

My bound girl, Mary Flavin.

- There's been no girl
here, Mr Robertson.

She missing?

- She's run off.

- Better notify the sheriff.

- I don't want the sheriff.

- You can believe he
doesn't want the sheriff.

- Thank providence I'm
not in that girl's shoes.

- I'll say goodnight, gentlemen.

- Well, I hate to take your
money, judge, but one more hand.

Winner take all.

- Thank you, no, Mr Bowie,
I've lost my appetite.

(horse whinnies)

- Something's wrong in the barn.

(chorus sings dramatically)

- There's nothing
broken, Mr Bowie.

She's coming round.

- How sure, I'm cured entirely.

- If you want my
advice, Mr Bowie,

you'll send for the sheriff.

- Ah, ma'am, don't be
putting ideas in his head.

- Mr Bowie may do as he pleases.

But I'll harbor no
runaway bound girl.

- Is she?

- Mr Robertson's bound girl.

Or so he claims.

- Sure, and you don't imagine
I've spent six mortal months

under that man's roof
for love, do you?

- I don't imagine
anything, girl.

All I can say is the sooner
I'm quit of him or his,

the better pleased I'll be.

- Ah, you don't have to
name it twice, ma'am.

I'll not abide another
second on your premises.

(exclaims)

- Hey, hey, not so fast.

Come back here, come on.

Back on the bed.

I reckon you can stretch
a point and keep her

till the morning, Mrs
Rounds, she can have my bed.

- She's Robertson's bound girl,
she should go back to him.

- I'll not go back, I
tell you, I'll tell you

something clean I'd sooner
die, I'd sooner die!

(sobs) I'd sooner die.

- Just till morning, Mrs Rounds.

(chorus sings peacefully)

- Good morning, your honor.

Sure, I hope your
honor slept well.

- Is that coffee?

- Tis that.

And there's bacon on the fire.

- Mrs Rounds?

Mrs Rounds?

Where are my boots?

- Mary took them to polish.

- Mary?

You mean the...?

- She's a willing
worker, Mary is. (laughs)

Singing about the house, it
does a body good to hear it.

- Talk about singing,
haven't you kinda

changed your tune a little?

I mean, last night
you couldn't wait

to get her out of the house.

- Well, I've talked to her.

She's a good girl and
I'll take my Bible oath.

And she vows she'll be
eternally grateful to anybody

who'll buy her indenture
from Mr Robertson.

- Now, you don't mean
she's got her sights on me.

- Mr Bowie, it'd be an
act of Christian charity.

That Robertson place is not
fit home for a girl alone.

- Well, she's made her bargain,
she'd better stick to it.

- Naturally there was talk.

Especially since he
fetched Mary home

so soon after his wife died.

- Gossip, gossip.

- It's no wonder folks say
she was done away with.

* La la la la la la la *

- You're wasting your
time, young lady.

- Sir?

- And your elbow grease.

Now look, I have no intention

of taking you off Mr Robertson's
hands, you understand?

- Sure, and maybe you'll
be changing your mind.

- Not a chance.

But I'll give you
a little advice.

If you think that Mr Robertson
has been threatening you,

you go and tell the
sheriff about it.

- Would I be trusting
an old sheriff?

In Ballyclenchey we rated
the pigs above the policemen.

- What's this gotta
do with Robertson?

- Sure, and I'm coming to that.

You see, we were all wild to
come to America, but we hadn't

the price, so we bound ourselves
to the captain of the boat.

And then when we got to
this side, he hired us off,

do you see, to work out
the value of our passage.

- So he sold your indenture
to Robertson, is that it?

- If I'd known the
way it was to be,

wild horses couldn't have
dragged me to his door.

- Now hold on, just what
are you accusing him of?

- Well, now, to be sure,
the poor man's a strange

and gloomy fellow,
but I don't mind that,

for we haven't all the
blessing of a merry heart.

I didn't even mind his ruptures
when he found the potatoes

in spring water I'd been
leaving for the little people.

- Potatoes in spring water?

- But would you believe it, sir?

Mr Robertson had never heard
the like. (clicks tongue)

Pagan superstition, he says.

- He sounds like
an ignorant fella.

- You wouldn't credit
the folly of that man.

Why only the other
evening, wasn't I just

in the nick of time to
keep him from spying

the new moon over
his left shoulder?

- You don't say.

- Sure, I thought even a
babe in arms would know

that was a sign of
death in the family.

You can't be going
against the signs.

- Well, you're right
about one thing. (laughs)

I don't think it would
do you a bit of good

to go to the sheriff with
a story like that. (laughs)

- Sure, and tis no
laughing matter.

There's something
uncanny about him.

As though he'd a secret in
him he daren't frame in words.

Cold prickle of his eyes
on me, everywhere I go.

And the fall of his
footsteps at night

like a soul in torment.

- Well maybe you're the
cause of his torment,

have you thought of that?

- Now yesterdaY I went
hunting the young heifer

that had strayed and I met
young Jerry, the neighbor lad.

Well, we found the beast
and brought it home.

So Jerry was just lifting me
over the fence when out come

Mr Robertson in a
dreadful passion and
he ordered Jerry off.

Oh, you'd have died to
see the look of him,

he was all wild and strange.

And he gripped me
and he shook me

till I got loose
and ran from him.

Ooh, I'm wearing the
marks of his fingers yet.

- How much, how much do
you pay for your indenture?

- $70.

In gold it was.

- Well, here's my
winnings from last night.

I reckon there's
more than $70 there.

Take it, Mary, and
buy your freedom.

Why not?

It's found money, but as
well be put to good use.

- Sure, I have my principals.

For a grand thing like freedom

I would work till I
dropped and gladly.

But I'll not be accepting it

like a beggar from
the hand of charity.

- Would you rather
go back to Robertson?

- I would.

- You better get started.

- So you're back.

- Yes sir, this kind--

- Go in.

- My name's Jim
Bowie, Mr Robertson.

I'd like your assurance
that she won't be punished.

- What right have
you to ask that?

- None, but I'm
asking it anyway.

- This girl is none
of your concern,

she's bound to me by law.

- Look, I know that, I'm
the one who talked her

into coming back here, but I'm
beginning to wish I hadn't.

- Be on your way, mister.

- Mary, do you still
wanna come with me?

(chorus sings dramatically)

- Hadn't you better
count it, sir?

- We're leaving the profit.

(chorus sings triumphantly)

(chorus sings triumphantly)

(knock)

- Mr Bowie, as sheriff of
this county I arrest you

on the charge of
stealing one Mary Flavin,

a bound girl, from her lawful
master, one Ethan Robertson.

- Tis false entirely.

- I paid him a
fair price for her.

- He doesn't want a fair price.

$10,000 and not a cent less.

- Why, you're a
humorist, Mr Robertson.

- Mary.

- Are you gonna permit that?

- It's the law, Mr Bowie.

Now I'll have to ask
you to come with me.

- You know something, sheriff?

I'm beginning to lose my temper.

Sheriff, I'll tell
you one more time.

I'm entitled to defend myself

in open court and
I aim to do it.

- Mr Bowie, I'm the Reverend
Duncan Craig, the sheriff said

I might have a few words with
you with your permission.

- He's a tough nut
to crack, Parson.

The court sits in half an hour.

- Mr Bowie, it's not my
business to come between

a man and his conscience,
but I must tell you

a public trial of this
case can do no good

and may do much harm,
especially to Mr Robertson.

It is not you who will be on
trial but Robertson himself.

- The way I hear it, his
wife's death was kinda sudden.

- Of that, sir, I know more than

any man alive, except
Robertson himself.

I attended her death bed.

I helped to bury her.

- How do you know what
happened before you got there?

- It was a strange
night, Mr Bowie.

And a strange burial, but
there was no evil in it.

Robertson felt real grief
for that poor woman.

- And how did she feel?

You get a chance to talk to her?

- When I arrived she was
not in her right senses.

She spoke some words
ina strange language

I'd never heard before,
then just before the end

her mind cleared and
she spoke in English.

She said...

- She said what?

- That, sir, is between
Mr Robertson and me alone.

- Why?

What did you see
or hear, Mr Craig,

that he doesn't
want spread around?

No, no, sir, I'm
sorry, I'm sorry.

There's too much suspicion
in this whole thing.

Everything you said just makes
me more determined than ever

to blow it open, to let a
breath of fresh air into it.

- A breath of fresh
air Mr Bowie, or a
destroying hurricane?

(gavel knocks)

- Court will be in order.

(gavel knocks)

James Bowie.

You are charged with the
theft of Mary Flavin,

a bound girl valued at $70 gold.

How do you plead?

- Not guilty, sir.

- Will Ethan
Robertson please rise?

(crowd murmurs)
(gavel knocks)

Mr Robertson, you have
deposed that on the night

of October 10th, the
defendant, James Bowie,

did forcibly and feloniously
trespass on your premises

and did there and then
take possession of,

steal, and abscond with
the person of Mary Flavin,

ane indentured servant
bound to you by law.

- I withdraw the charges.

- What was that?

- I wouldn't take
his money that day

but now I reckon I will.

- You mean you've
decided to sell

the girl's indenture
to Mr Bowie?

- I'll take the $70,
I reckon that's all.

(chorus sings dramatically)

- I suppose you'll not soon
be coming back to Vidalia.

- I don't care if I never
see the place again.

And I shouldn't think
you would, either.

- Take care, your honor!

- What, what?

- Oh sure, you don't
want to be glimpsing

the new moon over your
left shoulder, oh!

- Now see here, I've
been looking at new moons

ever since I put
on shoe leather,

and I'm not about to run
and hide from this one.

- Well please God you get

the good side of
it and not the bad.

Sure, tis well known that
a new moon shining up

from the water is a
sign of a wedding.

- Mr Bowie.

Leaving town?

- Any objection?

- The Robertson case
hasn't closed, Mr Bowie.

Talk is you found out something.

Robertson backed
down to shut you up.

- Better ask Robertson.

- I aim to.

I aim to put an end to
this once and for all.

Jump in.

Jump in, Mr Bowie.

- Wait here.

(chorus sings slowly)

- Robertson, I want the
answers to some questions.

This time you're not
gonna run me off.

- Get out.

- Drop that!

- Look out!

- Run, Mr Robertson, run!

- Mary, you're helping me?

- Of course I'm helping
you, great buffoon.

Run, can't you, before the
sheriff gathers his wits.

- He's got no cause to run.

Let me speak, Mr Robertson,
or I'll speak yourself.

There are others here who
have a right to know it too.

- Beloved sister,
born 1800, died...

- Why that woman
was your sister.

- We lost our folks in the

Fort Dearborn
massacre back in 1812.

She and I were taken
by the Indians.

I got away but she didn't.

She was with 'em 13 years.

Then about five years
ago she was found

wandering in the woods where
our homestead used to be.

She was sick, her mind was sick.

Most folks thought I should
send her to an asylum.

Even the girl I was fixing
to marry thought so.

Instead I brought her here

where'd she be no
trouble to nobody.

- Well, Mr Robertson,
why didn't you speak up?

Why any of the women, my wife,

they'd have been glad to help.

- I couldn't.

She didn't want it.

- You see, Mr Robertson's sister
married one of the savages.

Sometime later on she found
out he was one of those who had

attacked Fort Dearborn and
that he had killed her parents.

Grief, shame, and fear drove her

from her Indian husband
and out of her mind.

She could never again
bear to face white people

or to be called
by her real name.

Her last wish was to take

this secret with
her into the grave.

- Her name was Susannah.

- Oh, Mr Robertson.

(chorus sings lightly)

He turned away from me.

- Go after him, Mary, go
on, give the man a chance.

- A chance, what chance?

- A chance to ask
you to marry him.

- Marry him, is it?

Did you not see him?

- He loves you,
can't you see that?

Look, put yourself in his place.

A man like him, a man his size,

it's a mighty long way from
his heart to his tongue.

- Come all the way
from Ballyclenchy

to meet a fate like that?

Sure, I'm sorry for his trouble.

But I wouldn't have the cure
of 'em if you gave me Ireland.

- Wouldn't you?

Look at it.

Now you know as well as I do
a new man shining in water

is a sure sign of a wedding
and you can't go against signs.

- Oh, heaven help
me, and won't I be

destroyed entirely
by his whiskers?

* It's on the water *

* To spell on you *

* The little people
will protect you *

* If your heart is true *

- Who gives this woman to
be married to this man?

- I do, judge.

- Then, by the authority
vested in me by the state

of Louisiana, I pronounce
that you are husband and wife.

- Ah, Mr Robertson, tis high
time I was taking you in hand.

* The moon is on the water *

* A fairy magic sign *

* And if you see
it same as I do *

* Then your heart is mine *

* Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie *

* He was a fighter, a fearless
and might adventure man *