All language subtitles for The.Buccaneer.1958.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

On this map,

all the territory that you see in green
is the Louisiana Purchase,

which President Thomas Jefferson
bought from Napoleon.

Today, it covers the greater part
of 13 states and even a bit of Canada.

An area more than twice the size
of the original Thirteen States.

But with this purchase

inadvertently came the notorious
pirate and buccaneer, Jean Lafitte.

If you will bear with me,
ladies and gentlemen,

it may increase the enjoyment
of the picture you are about to see,

to know why Jean Lafitte

and his little island stronghold
of Barataria,

here by the mouth of the Mississippi,

were so important to both sides
in the War of 1812.

The invading British forces knew
that control of New Orleans

would give them control of
the whole Mississippi River Basin

and bring them certain victory.

The British commander had said

that to approach New Orleans
by the river

was absolutely out of the question.

But this network of waterways,
that you see here called "bayous",

controlled by Jean Lafitte,
was the back door to New Orleans,

and both British and Americans knew
that Lafitte was the key.

And what did this pirate do?

That, ladies and gentlemen, is our story.

Hi there, fella. Here, boy.

Ain't nobody gonna hurt ya.

Reckon you're hungry.
Here, have some of this biscuit.

Come on, fella. It sure is good.
Come on, boy.

That dog makes a sight better sentry
than you do, soldier.

This belongs in your hand.

You British?

If I was, you'd be dead.

How long you been in this army?

Since the day 'fore yesterday.

Well, boy, how you feelin'?

Kind of hungry.

You're not hungry
till you can wipe your eyes

with the slack of your belly.

You hold onto that musket now, hear?

How long you been with Old Hawkface?

I am Old Hawkface.

You? Andy Jackson himself?

Yeah, the thought
scares me, too, sometimes.

Now, with a man like you
guarding the post,

I expect I can rest easy now, huh?

Are you still patchin' them shoes?

Well, it's better than patchin' my feet!

Andy, you ought to have better sense

than to go meanderin' around out here
in this chill.

I know, I know.

First thing, you know,
you'll get the ague...

Sit back down.

...and your bones'll start rattlin'.
Here, drink some nice hot soup.

Thank you, Mr Peavey.

There's an officer fella inside
waitin' to see you.

He done rid all the way down
from Washington.

Now, why didn't you tell me that
in the first place?

Well, he didn't say it was important.
Just said he was an officer fella.

What's your news?
Now stand easy, Captain.

Captain Wilkes reporting
from President Madison, sir.

The British have captured Washington.

They've burned the Capitol
and the White House.

Is the President safe?

He escaped, sir.

But for the next few weeks,

the government's going to be run from
the saddle of the President's horse.

We better pray that horse don't stumble.

The fate of the country
is in your hands, General.

The British invasion fleet is headed
for New Orleans

with 16,000 troops aboard.

Sixteen...

They expect me to stop 'em with a...

I've got 1,200 men here...

Most of those boys don't have shoes,
let alone musket flints. How can...

New Orleans, huh?

I declare we got more chickens here
than we got troops.

Get down!

Now then,

if they control the Mississippi,
they'll have this country by the throat.

Well, I expect
we could set up defences there,

there and...

-Not there.
-Why not?

-That's Barataria.
-What?

Every foot of that swampland
is controlled by Lafitte, the pirate.

From New Orleans to the Gulf.
We'll have to deal with him first.

Deal with him? A pirate? Deal with him!
I'll hang him.

They've been tryin' to hang him
down there for the last 10 years.

When Andy starts talkin' hangin',
you better start lookin' for a rope.

Welcome! Come on in!

You're all welcome to
the market of Jean Lafitte!

No duty to pay,
no taxes to pay for a war that's lost!

Come on, we gotta clear the decks.

All right now,
what have you got here to sell?

Lady, that's real Spanish lace, lady!

How exciting!

It looks like it came from a harem!

Make you feel like a sultan!
Take care of the lady, Rio.

Ladies, ladies, ladies,
what's life without a little spice?

Here's the one the King of France
asked me to sell for him personal.

Obviously,
the King of France had bad taste.

Why, lady, it's all hand-painted!
All it needs is a little polish!

What's the matter?
Don't you like children?

Mawbee! Sugar cane

Lobo.

Mawbee!

Sugar cane...

Hello, General!

When you steal on the sea,
you're a buccaneer.

When you steal on land, you're a thief!

Hey!

Sugar cane. Mawbee!

Baby's in the oven

You mustn't be angry.
I just couldn't resist it!

Forgive me, monsieur.
I believe you dropped your purse.

Thank you. I'd hardly expected a pirate...

-I beg your pardon?
-I mean, well...

Thank you.

Good afternoon,
General Dominique You.

Good afternoon, madame.

I... I brought you a little remembrance.

How lovely! Thank you.

For beauty, honour.

It was given to me by the Emperor
at Austerlitz.

General, you shouldn't have!

You shouldn't have done it!

Bonnie, gimme that money.
It don't belong to you or your father!

Clear out of here!

You know half of every dollar
goes to Lafitte!

Just you try to collect it,
you'll get this gaff in your guts!

Look, Bonnie, 50% belongs to the Boss!

Keep your claws
out of my father's cargo!

If you wasn't
Captain Brown's daughter, l'd...

-You'd what?
-You wharf rat!

-Who pushed Bonnie?
-I did!

Get out of my way, Dominique.
I'll kill that dirty squid!

-Ladies don't fight with broken bottles!
-I wish I had a cutlass!

Keep out of this!

Go on!

Ladies and gentlemen,
that is the end of our little show.

We hope you have enjoyed
the entertainment.

May it give you just a glimpse
of what we endure

to bring you these treasures
from the Seven Seas.

We take the risks,
you take the bargains!

Thank you, Mr Lafitte. Thank you.

A magnificent performance, as always.
Thank you all, gentlemen.

Thank you very much.
You were wonderful...

-Hey!
-What?

Why don't you learn how to handle
a comb as well as you handle a knife?

The Governor's daughter.
What do you suppose she's doing here?

You don't think she's doing
her father's shopping?

Miss Claiborne!

Good afternoon, Madame Mercier.
How nice to see you.

Come on, boys, get things movin'.

Now, you can all show your appreciation
by opening your purses a bit wider!

Good afternoon.

Mesdames. we are very honoured
by your distinguished patronage.

Better not tell your husband
where you got that shawl.

Mr Lafitte, I never do!

-You can't really blame her.
-But a pirate!

You'll see why my hands are tied.
Look at this.

"Sale of rare and notable goods."
Signed Jean Lafitte.

How can I collect revenues when half of
New Orleans is dealing with this pirate?

They must be aware
they're breaking the law.

We can't arrest the whole city.

The truth of the matter is no one cares.

No one is eager to pay taxes
on a war we're losing.

If you feel that way, Mr Phipps,
perhaps you should resign your post.

I am a loyal American, sir!

All right, all right.
We'll have Lafitte in irons today.

Annette.

I did not ask to fall in love with you.

After I saw you the first time,

I stayed away at sea for four months
knowing you were beyond my reach.

But typhoons and hurricanes could not
get you out of my brain.

Then you came here again

and what I thought was only a dream,
you made a reality.

And now, you say it's finished.

Jean,

my father was sent down here
by the President

to bring some sort of unity
to this country.

And here I am in love with the man

who is helping to destroy everything
my father is trying to build up.

-Who, me?
-Yes, you.

I feel as though I were siding
with the enemy.

Half my men are on my neck

because I will not let them attack
an American ship.

Loving you is costing me a lot of money.

Jean,

it's not what you're not doing,
it's what you should do.

We're losing the war.

The British just burned Washington.

What has that got to do with us?

New Orleans may be next.

New Orleans has had
three different flags the last 15 years.

A fourth won't matter very much.

It matters to me!

Jean,

you just don't know what it means
to belong to a country.

You want a country? I'll give you one.
You can have Barataria!

Barataria!

Barataria is a kingdom of
1,000 fighting men

and ships that sail the Gulf
and the Caribbean.

Do you know what they're offering
for the King of Barataria?

$500, dead or alive.

They won't collect it.

Jean, a girl has to be proud of her love,
not ashamed.

How can I tell people
that I'm in love with a man

with a price on his head?
You're just not...

I'm not what? Say it.

Respectable.

Respectable.

What you want is a coat of arms,
not a man.

I want a man with a sense of honour,
and duty and loyalty.

Not a savage!

A savage was good enough for you

when you needed a breath of fresh air
in your stuffy social life!

My life may be stuffy,
but barato is still the word for "cheap"!

I think you'd better return
to your carriage.

But I want that dress!

Too late, lady,
you just lost a good bargain!

Hans, put your best shots up
into those trees!

Beluche, cover the bridge!

Callalou!

We can handle 'em, Boss.

I want no lead, no trouble.

Cariba! Come on!

Whoa!

Now you'll see, Governor.

But I swear to you, sir, Lafitte's men
were selling here not an hour ago!

I know, I know.

You look splendid, Governor.

And you, sir, look ridiculous.

Governor, I didn't expect to see you!

Obviously, madam.

Can you explain, ladies and gentlemen,

why I find you here in a cypress swamp,

your arms full of contraband goods?

-Even my own daughter.
-Excuse me.

Father, l...

Are you searching
for bargains too, madam?

Governor,

is there anything special
you're looking for?

You are what I'm looking for.

-Mr Phipps.
-Yes, sir.

Read my proclamation.

"l offer $500 reward
for the capture of Jean Lafitte."

-Five hundred?
-It's an insult.

"William C.C. Claiborne,
Governor of Louisiana."

And Jean Lafitte offers $10,000

for Governor Claiborne's ears!

Lieutenant!

-Take this man prisoner.
-Be careful, Governor.

You're not on your own ground.

Governor, 100 guns are pointing at you

right now.

Better not risk it, Governor.
People might get hurt.

Only fear of injury to some of you

prevents me from bringing this pirate
to justice right now.

Sir, not pirate, "privateer."

You laugh! You laugh!

Don't you realise your country's at war?

Will you still laugh
when the British march in

and you have no country and no flag?

And you, how will you laugh
when General Jackson arrives

and blasts you and your cutthroats
right out of Barataria?

Others have tried it before.

It will be different with Jackson.

He has sworn there's no room for you
under the American flag.

I'm truly sorry to hear that, Governor.

I have always respected
the American flag.

Madam, are you coming?

You wanna find trouble?

As long as she's with me, she's a lady!

That trollop a lady?

All right, come on, I'll take you all on!
Come on, you the next?

He don't swim,
I gotta get him out of there.

You yellow-bellies!

I've seen the day when I could flatten
10 of you at a time.

If you weren't so drunk,
I'd take you myself.

All right, all right, all right.

All right, clear the way!

You brawlers down there!

Who are you yellin' at?

You! Now clear out
before I set the patrol on you!

Who are you givin' orders to?

All right, I was a ship's master
afore you...scrubbed down a head!

Cut loose, Pa!

Come off that deck
and I'll flatten you, too!

-Shut up, Pa!
-Bonnie, cut it out, will ya, honey!

-lt was these rats here started it.
-Sure, he wouldn't hurt nobody...

They insulted my lady friend.

You must've gone blind. This...

This crump a lady?

Listen, who you callin' that...

Get out before I cut the tripe out of you!

Mr Brown, are you gonna let her
talk to me like that?

Bonnie's right. You are a crump.
Go on, beat it.

Hey, that's no way to talk to a lady!

Come on, Pa.

You should've seen me, Bonnie.
I took on four of 'em.

I still got it in my fists.

Why don't you use 'em on Lafitte
instead of wharf rats?

I'm pickin' my own time.
Come on, let's have a drink...

No, you don't! You swilled enough.

-Just one?
-Get back on your ship.

-Take it aboard!
-Stand back, everybody! Heads up!

Heave away on the sail line!
Slack away on the yaw!

All right.

Come on, Pa,
before it drops in your mouth.

Hey, come here, come here.
Look at that.

"Never touch an American ship",
says Lafitte.

So, what happens, huh?

All the gold in New Orleans slips
through his fists in Yankee hulks.

Buy good luck charm!
Buy good luck charm. Live long...

Buy good luck charm!

Corinthian passengers.
please board the ship.

Vessel leaving in a few minutes!

Corinthian passengers.
please board the ship.

Heads up! Cargo coming aboard!

Stand back for just a minute, please.

-Keep it clear, Mr James.
-Yes, sir.

Watch the railing, please.
Clear the railing!

-Cargo coming aboard!
-Lower away!

Cast off the blocks!

Take it away!

Well, it's all yours, Captain Carruthers.

Just sign here, "Received
government shipment of gold."

I'd sooner be carrying a shipload
of cobras than that devil's bait.

Enough trouble running the blockade.

Well, maybe the fog'll hold for you.

Mr Miggs!

Can that mutt spare you a few minutes?

Yes, sir.

Very well,
then sound the visitors ashore.

All visitors ashore!

All visitors ashore!

I never thought I'd see you
nursemaid to a dog.

Good luck, Jim.

I'll need it.

Marie?

Annette, what are you doing here?

I found the note you left to Father.

Now, you're coming home with me
this minute.

-Annette, l...
-Excuse me, Annette,

but she's coming to Spain with me
to get married.

You stay out of this, Antonio.

Annette, run Father's life,
but don't run mine!

If she won't listen to reason, Antonio,
perhaps you will.

I spoke to your father.

He said we should wait
until after the war.

And I'm not waiting!

Will you stop it?
You're only thinking of yourself.

It's no use talking to her, Antonio.

She knows everything
about being a lady,

but nothing about being a woman.

Perhaps you're right.

Marie...

Annette.
Annette, please, she didn't mean it.

That's very sweet of you,
but I don't want...

Annette, I'm sorry.

-You two shouldn't part like this.
-Annette, I'm sorry.

It's all right, baby...

Madam, unless you want to sail
with us...

Very well, I'm leaving in a moment.

All right, the two of you,
I'll find some way to tell Father.

You take good care of her.

Look at her, she's got no sense at all.

She's going to catch a chill.

Olsen, man your captain.
And stand by to warp her. Head out!

I wish I were going to be
at your wedding.

Close the railgate!

Annette?

Annette, I didn't have time
to get a wedding gown,

so I borrowed your new dress.

Which one?

Well, the one Madame Dupre
made for you.

Are you singled up?

The white crepe one?

Well, I'm sorry!

-And, Annette...
-Yes?

I took... I took mother's locket, too.

Well, did you leave me anything?

Well, yes, Father!

Barataria, ho! Standing in!

All clear!

Well, Rumbo,

did you catch that Portuguese galleon
you went after?

A British man-of-war got there first!

And you, Flint, what did you catch?

24 pounds of iron in my hull.
Lucky I wasn't sunk.

The Boss doesn't like his captains
comin' back empty-handed.

We're calling a Captain's Council.

The Boss may not be boss much longer.

We're here to ask Lafitte
some questions.

Be very sure you want the answers.
You may get them.

Trouble in the wind, Pyke.

But why stay here in Barataria?

Listen to me!
Jackson is coming to push us out.

The British blockade has us locked in!

And you won't let us sink
American ships!

I say, send up 100 flatboats,
empty the Maspero's storehouse

and clear out of New Orleans
before Jackson gets there.

-I say he's right!
-Jean, listen to your captains.

We are men of the sea.
Let's get back to it.

Now we're more beachcombers
than pirates!

What's to stop us from holin' up here
in Barataria and fightin' Jackson off?

Our kids was born here.

That shack on the beach
is the only home port

that many of us have ever known!

-lf I leave Barataria, I lose Cariba!
-Yeah, and I lose Tina.

A sailor's home is the deck
beneath his feet!

Then why do you carry a sack
of French dirt around your neck?

This, Mr Pyke, is to remind myself
of all the lies they tell about land.

Motherland, fatherland, homeland,

when all they mean is the dirt
they bury you in

when you've spilled your blood
defending it!

I say we belong to the sea!

A man belongs
where he wants to belong!

I don't like to be pushed.

By Claiborne, Jackson, the British,
or by you!

Wait! Wait! I want to say something.

Go ahead, Miguel.

I forgot!

Mr Boss, you permit me to speak?

There's enough wind
blowin' around here now.

This is Scipio's home, too. Go on, talk.

By their own law, Mr Boss,
they cannot push you out.

Law? What law?

Do you not remember, Mr Boss?

I have told you,
"When the course of human events..."

Here it is!

Rules of American Declaration
"That all men are created equal."

I want to hear the rules! Read, Scipio.

"That they are endowed by their Creator
with certain rights."

-Unalienable rights.
-Thank you.

What kind of rights are those?

It means
they cannot take them away, sir.

Until someone with more artillery
comes along!

-Right, General.
-All right, all right.

All right, General. Go on, Scipio.

"Life, liberty
and the pursuit of happiness..."

Hey, that's better
than our Brotherhood laws!

We don't guarantee
anybody'll be happy!

Anyway, these rules are not for us.
They're for Americans.

-Barataria's American, isn't it?
-Sure!

And as long as we are on
this spit of sand,

we've got all the rights
they say we've got.

And no one has the right to push us off!

-That's right, Boss.
-Hogwash!

All that slop about freedom and rights
makes me sick!

He says he wants you to stay here
and be Americans.

If he weren't lying, he'd tell you.

That's all the America he cares for!

-She's right!
-Stay out of this, Bonnie.

My father was the best leader
you ever had!

While you're all here flappin' your sails,

he's out after a cargo
of a quarter of a million dollars in gold!

What are you talkin' about?

There hasn't been a treasure ship within
100 miles of here in months.

They've been haulin' gold
out of New Orleans under your noses.

The only ship out of that port in
the last week was the Corinthian.

-Sailed two nights ago.
-Corinthian!

She's American, Boss!

Nobody's tellin' my father what ships
to attack, least of all Lafitte.

My father had his own fleet

when you were fightin' alley cats
for garbage!

You're not giving orders
any more, Lafitte!

From now on, Captain Brown is!

Flint, Bart, Rumbo, get to your ships!

Look, Jean, a quarter of a million
is a fat haul to cut.

We'll follow the man who comes back.

All right, then I'll take the Raven

and I'll pick a crew off the beach
if I have to.

Jean, you are still the Boss,
and I am still your second in command.

I hate to miss a good fight.

Just pray that I find your father
before he touches that American ship.

There's another ship! Close aboard!
Could be the Vulcan!

What do you make of it, Dominique?

Two ships, all right.
One of them is the Vulcan.

And the other?

Pipe all hands on deck.

This was worth spillin' a little blood for.

-A quarter of a million, Brown says.
-Yeah, we'll see.

Haul away!

Heave away!

All right, look lively!
Get that gear moving!

Come on, come on! Let's hurry it up!

Come on, men, come on!

Is she doused down good, Gramby?

Aye, Captain,
she'll go up like a powder keg.

Good.

Is this the loot Brown promised us?

Let's crack it open
and see what's inside!

Time enough to count it later.

We gotta haul out of here
before we burn with her.

Diego! Haul it aside
and keep those sharks away!

All hands back aboard!

All hands back aboard!

Free your grapplings!

Free your grapples!

Put the torch to her, Chigazola!

Gramby!

Stand by to plant two nine-pounders
in her guts.

We don't want no floatin' evidence.

Aye, aye, Captain.
Stand by, number one gun crew!

Primed and ready, mate.

Hey, Brown,
have you seen Toro aboard?

Get back over here, Mouse,
before you fry your hide!

Here, grab this! Toro!

Come on, Mouse,
get back on board ship!

Toro! Toro!
Toro, ya bloomin' idiot, where are ya?

Fend her off, afore we catch afire!

Jump! Come on, jump, Mouse!

Fire one!

That'll crack her ribs.

Look, Captain, there's Toro!

Drop that loot and jump,
you blasted dummy!

What do ya want?

-What the devil are you waitin' for?
-Jump for it!

Next time you try to kill yourself,
I'll murder ya!

Stand by to fire number two!

You two almost got us fried.
That loot better be worth it.

What are you doin'?

You can't do that!

You know Brown don't recognise
no private property.

What are you tryin' to do,
get your throat cut?

What do you got in there, clankers?

-We'll hit her again for luck.
-Hey, Sawbones!

-Stand by gun number three, Tiny.
-Aye, aye, Captain.

There's another one for your meat axe.

-Primed and ready, Captain.
-Fire!

-Hans!
-Jawohl!

-Stand by to lower longboats!
-Jawohl. Boss.

Arm for boarding, off her oar.
And stand by...

-Douse all lights!
-Douse all lights!

Gun crews to quarters.

You rumheads, don't slop down
too much of that stuff.

-Aye, aye.
-We got sea to cover.

Gimme that!

-What are you fightin' over, a rag?
-But that's silk!

Look, a three-masted fiddle!

-We ain't peddlin' no more junk.
-Hey, Brown!

Here's a charm
that brought somebody no luck!

Brown!

Hey, Cap,
wouldn't that music break your heart?

He's got no sentiment.
What do ya got here, Yank?

I don't know.

Hey, look! A weddin' dress!
Don't I look beautiful?

A barracuda wouldn't marry you!

-Kiss the bride, Yank.
-What, and get the scurvy!

Come on, Gramby, get it open.

What's the matter, Gramby,
don't you trust me?

Nothing like the sight of gold
to bring back a man's faith, Captain.

You told us there's a quarter
of a million dollars in gold in there!

-We want to see the gold!
-Yeah, that's right!

All right, open it up.

-Hit the lock!
-That's it. Come on, Gramby!

The smell of gold
shakin' your hands, Gramby?

Get it open, Gramby!

Gold! Gold!

Just like I told you, huh?

You're right, Captain. It was worth it.

Hey, get your claws out of there!
Get out of here, Yank!

All right, you've seen it,
now get back to your stations!

Go on, you heard the Captain.

Get that lid down 'fore
these sharks all go crazy.

Lock 'er up.

What you got there, Deacon?

A richer treasure than
all your shining baubles of Satan.

-Books.
-A book-readin' pirate!

At least the Boss can raise no cry
against this prize.

You're lookin' at the Boss, Deacon!

Bless me, so I am.

-What's the matter with you, Tim?
-I lost my ear in the fight, Captain.

Well, there's not much
worth hearin' anyway.

Ain't the ear I mind.
I had a diamond ring in it.

Loss of one hand pays five dixies
a month, regular rates,

Brotherhood of the Coast.

Well, Sawbones,
what's the butcher's bill?

Four sunk, two sinkin'
and eight that'll float.

Cheap enough. Six dead in all.

Seven!

Counting you, Mr Brown.
Because I'm going to hang you!

You ain't gonna hang nobody, Lafitte!

You are losing your friends
very fast, Mr Brown.

-Anyone else on his side?
-Jean!

You've always called yourself
a fair-dealing man. Give him a chance.

Did he give a chance to the people
on the Corinthian?

The lifeboats are still burning
on her deck.

He knew my orders.

All hands on a captured ship
get off with their lives!

Gramby!

You're the first mate.
Did you have a hand in this?

I take orders from my captain.

Your captain will not be giving
any more orders.

Jean, you cannot hang them all.

You cannot hold all this crew
responsible for the work of one man!

I am not kind-hearted as the General.

Well, Gramby,
will you follow Brown or me?

You.

You what?

You, Boss.

All right, hang him.

Gramby, no!

-Yank, Tiny, Deacon, take hold.
-Not l.

Gramby!

What are you mumbling about, Deacon?

Saying a prayer for a dying ship.

Dominique, set course for Barataria.
Crack on all sails.

Back to your stations!

All right, back to your stations!

Man the yards!

Beluche, signal the Raven to follow us.

Aye, General.

Wait. Look.

Where did he come from?

The Corinthian. My friend Toro,
he risked his life to save this sprout.

-Ain't he got the soul of a saint?
-And what saint is going to save us?

It's a boy from the Corinthian.

The sight of him gives me hemp fever.

He's the only witness to all of that.

Too small to throw back.

He could hang us all.

He ain't too small to talk.

If you ask me,
he's a walkin' death warrant.

We've had enough killin'.

Better put him with the rest.

Deacon, you'd better say a prayer for us.

All right, everybody get back.
Stand clear!

Come on, now!
All right, up on the beach!

Keep the boats movin'.

Everything goes up the bayou
to the Maspero's warehouse!

Come on, now,
get those pirogues movin'!

Pyke won't tell me what's the matter.

My tongue cannot speak
what my eyes have seen.

Come on, now,
get those pirogues movin'!

-Hey, what do ya got there?
-My own gear.

-What happened?
-They hung Brown.

What about Chigazola?

They killed Brown!

-Lobo!
-What's the matter?

What's this?

That's my dear mother, Pyke.

You never had a mother!

Since when are you givin' orders, Pyke?

And why ain't we splittin' it up
on the beach like we always done?

Don't start any trouble today
or you'll get what Brown got.

Captain Rumbo...

Come on, now!
All right, up on the beach!

Come on, boy, come.

That's sprat off the Corinthian?

Your friend, Brown, left two survivors.

The boy and his dog. Come on, son.

Come on, now,
get those pirogues moving.

Well, at least the dog can't talk.

There comes the reason
we're not splitting up the loot.

One thrust of the knife'll
take care of that.

He seen too much.
He's off the Corinthian. ain't he?

Ya want me to go with you, Boss?

Lafitte, me
and the other captains think...

I'm sure glad you're back, Boss.

-Did you hear about Brown?
-Yeah.

Señor Patron, you like some shrimps?

Grab her!

Let her go, Beluche.

-You all right, Boss?
-Yes.

She couldn't hit the side of a ship
with an axe.

-You dirty, stinkin' murderer!
-Your father got what he deserved.

The men who sail under me
take cargoes, not lives. There!

That is all that is left of the passengers
and crew of the Corinthian.

Brown has killed everyone's right
to belong under the American flag.

There's only one flag for the likes of us
and it's as black as your heart.

You don't give a sinker in hell
for your people,

just the chance you lost
with the Governor's daughter!

Bonnie's right. We ain't as set on
becomin' Americans as you are, Lafitte.

All we're after is our cut of that loot.

That whelp is all that stands between us
and a quarter of a million in gold.

Look, Lafitte,
one tongue is as bad as 20.

Are you sharks still hungry?

It's simple.

Lafitte wants to become an American,
we want to share the gold.

Slit the brat's throat.

All right, Gramby, you do it.

Flint?

Rumbo, you?

All right, Bonnie, it's your knife, do it.

There's only one throat here
I'd like to slice.

Come on, boy.
Go to the Boss' house over there.

You'll be safe with him.

All right, move on.

You've already proved
how brave you are.

What do you want?

I... I came to find out
what you're going to do with me, sir.

I don't know.

Well, what are you standing there for?
If you're coming in, come in!

I'm not supposed to come
into the Captain's quarters

without permission, sir.

All right, I said come in!

Thank you, sir.

Now you stay there, Mate. You stay.

Everybody would be better off
if I fed you to the alligators.

But you wouldn't be much of a mouthful,
would you?

Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir.

-Are you hungry?
-No, sir.

Well, not much.

What's your name, boy?

Miggs, sir.

How long have you been a cabin boy?

All my life.

That's a long time.

What can you do?

-I can patch canvas good.
-I mean, in the house.

I never lived in a house.

Well, sit down and eat.

Thank you, sir.

There's nothing special about a house.

It's just a hull in dry dock.

You dream all your life of owning one,

and when you get it,
it's on the wrong street.

Yes, sir.

Don't keep agreeing with me
unless you mean it.

And don't call anybody "Sir" unless
he's someone you can respect.

Yes, sir.

What are you staring at, Miggs?

Very pretty lady, sir.

Yes, it's a...

It's a very expensive frame.

Two men-of-war, Jean,
heading into Barataria Bay!

Americans?

They show no flag.

They're comin' in
with their gun ports open!

They must have found out
about the Corinthian!

-Gun crews to the sea wall?
-It's done.

-Load and prime!
-Right!

-Batteries manned?
-Already done.

All right, open gun ports!

Hold your fire!

What do you make of them, Pyke?

Spoilin' for a fight, Boss,
cleared for action.

Wait a minute!
They're breakin' out their colours.

They're British!

They're running up a signal.

I can never understand
those blasted flags.

General, what do they say?

Asking permission

to land a party ashore.

Shall we blow them
out of the water, Boss?

Signal them ashore.

Attention!

Gentlemen.

-Are you Mr Lafitte?
-Follow me, please.

Gentlemen, Mr Lafitte.

Gentlemen, what can I do for you?

Mr Lafitte, I am Captain Lockyer

of his Britannic Majesty's frigate,
Sophia.

Captain McWilliams, Lieutenant Rogers,
Captain Caldwell.

Captains?

This is General Dominique You.

Formerly the great cannoneer
of Napoleon,

now second in command to Jean Lafitte.

The Commodore of our fleet, sailing
under letters of marque from Cartagena

and his Supreme Excellency
Simón Bolívar.

Well...

Two men-of-war are waiting for us
in the harbour, Mr Lafitte.

To avoid causing them any concern,
we should get on with our business.

We have important letters
to put before you.

About what?

The British War Office made a report
on the strategic value of Barataria.

You control the back door
to New Orleans.

Your key position could unlock
the bayous to us.

When do you plan to attack
New Orleans?

We will be in New Orleans
within a fortnight, sir.

But your assistance can save us time
and a few British lives.

Gentlemen, I never discuss business
before eating.

Eric. You will join me, of course.

Thank you.

Would you be good enough to send
word to the Sophia

we'll be an hour late
to avoid interruption?

With pleasure. Mr Pyke.

I must say, Mr Lafitte, you...

You certainly live a great deal better
than one might expect.

Well, that is, I mean, you...

Did you expect to find me with a peg leg
and a patch over one eye?

We didn't quite know what to expect.

Most attractive portrait you have there.
Copy of a Gainsborough, perhaps?

No, sir, an original.
The only one of its kind.

Would the lady be your wife?

No, she would not.

Captain... No, no, you, sir.

This medal you're wearing,
is it for bravery against the Americans?

No, sir,
a bit of good fortune against the French.

-I see.
-With Nelson at the Battle of the Nile.

But l...
I don't believe I'm familiar with yours.

Which one? This?

Wagram, Marengo. I forgot which.

You know,
we won so many battles in those days.

You do want to be on the winning
side in this war, do you not, Mr Lafitte?

Yes, the side I am on will be
the winning side.

If you join us in our attack
against the Americans,

guide us through
the treacherous bayous to New Orleans,

every condition in these letters
will be fulfilled.

Now, how generous is the Crown
prepared to be?

We offer substantial land grants
for you and your men.

Land? For sailors!

Royal pardons for all of you.

We beg no one's pardon!

Perhaps I've been addressing
the wrong man.

I understood Mr Lafitte was the leader
at Barataria.

If your offer is good,
it'll stand up under fire.

The offer is handsome!

We are authorised by the Crown
to pay you $30,000 in gold!

General, would you please
pass the salt?

Certainly.

Do you mind?

I... I don't think
you quite heard Captain McWilliams.

He said, "$30,000", Mr Lafitte.

Yes, I heard him.
Will you pick up your plate?

Please pick it up.

What is it made of?

By Jove! Solid gold!

There is more than $30,000 of gold
right on this table.

We offer one thing
that money cannot buy,

the rank of captain in the Royal Navy.

Do you realise
who you are dealing with?

Why, the ships of Jean Lafitte
comb the waters of the world.

A hundred captains obey
his commands!

Am I to take that
as your answer, Lafitte?

You may have my answer in one week.

When we have landed in New Orleans,
it'll be too late.

And if I refuse?

We have 50 warships,
16,000 seasoned troops,

Iand and sea forces fresh from
their victories against Napoleon.

England makes a good friend,
but a bad enemy.

We need no friends
and we fear no enemies!

If you refuse us, Lafitte, my orders are
to blow Barataria to pieces

and I shall do so.

I will give you my answer in one week.

Gentlemen, you have 10 minutes
to catch your tide.

Eric, will you see that our visitors
are escorted back to their boats?

Very good, sir. One week.

To think of all the people who would like
to send this little angel to heaven.

I hope we're doing the right thing, Boss.

After all,
New Orleans is where the Corinthian...

Come here! Come here!

-I won't say nothin'!
-You had to blast out like a foghorn!

Don't let 'em kill me, Mr Lafitte!

Nobody will hurt you, Miggs.

We're just taking you to Maspero's
in New Orleans.

What's that?

Well, that's where we keep
all our most valuable cargoes.

Are you gonna leave me there all alone?

Pyke's wife, Tina, she'll look after you.

I... I'd rather be with you, Mr Lafitte.

There's gratitude for you!

There's few men I'd trust alone
with my wife.

His wife is not at all like him.

Well, if I go, can I take Mate along?

Who is Mate?

He's a very good watchdog.

He scares me.
You better take him with you.

Thank you, sir.

And then,
go along with Pyke to the landing.

I'll join you in a moment.

Come on, lad, and
keep a firm hand on that wolf-hound.

By the bye, Scipio,
see that you pack the Boss' best rig.

When he faces Governor Claiborne,
he should shine like an lrish admiral!

Ten years, Mr Pyke,
I pack clothes for Mr Boss

without your assistance.

The trouble with you, Scipio, is
you read too much. Come on, lad.

Mr Boss,
shall I pack those British letters?

No, Scipio.

I'll need them to find out if those
American rules of yours really work.

Mr Boss make anything work!

Yankee Doodle came to town

To see the Governor's daughter

They listened to his secret plans

And pushed him in the water!

You're in splendid voice, General.

Why, thank you!

Do you think those letters
will raise the Corinthian

from the bottom of the sea?

Do you think they will open the door

Claiborne slammed in your face?

Why, General, you're drinking.

You're right.

You know, I haven't felt the need of
hiding my head in a bottle for 10 years

since the night you got me drunk
on another kind of wine,

the wine of freedom!

You showed me a world
that had no boundaries,

no rulers, no flags.

General, there comes a time
when a man wants to change.

To belong to something,

or maybe someone.

Don't you know
what they'll do to you, Jean?

A country, a woman, an ideal,
they're all false!

I've never had a country.

Why shouldn't I have ideals?

Ideals!

Ideals are used to blind the eyes
of fools like you.

All right, like me. I learnt that.
That's why I ran away from France.

When I become an American,
you can stop running away.

And you won't need those medals
to make you feel like a general.

You've never
disappointed me before, Jean.

If I can believe in any man, it is you.

You'll see, Dominique.

I'll bring back a country bigger than that
bag of earth you wear around your neck.

These are rather important documents,
Mr Lafitte.

They are the safety
of your country, Governor.

You've never shown any concern
for our laws,

why this sudden concern for our safety?

Well, I was reading
some of your American rules.

If they are not just words on paper,
they might be worth fighting for.

I have men, ships, guns,

all yours for the asking.

We cannot meet the British offer
of $30,000.

I didn't come here for the money.

Then what do you want?

A pardon for me and my men,

a place for us under the American flag.

Do you think you can walk in here,
and lay some papers on my desk

and expect me to absolve you
of 1,000 crimes?

In one week,
the British might make you an outlaw.

Either you let me join you,
or you might have to join me.

And with you on our side, you think
we could beat off the British attack?

The combination of Claiborne,
Jackson and Lafitte?

We could conquer the world!

I'm not so ambitious, Lafitte.

All I want to do
is save the United States.

It's in the palm of your hand.

I almost have an impulse to
accept your offer.

All right, Lafitte.

I'll call an emergency meeting
of the Defence Council tonight.

I'm sure with my recommendation,
they'll accept your offer.

Good.

Father, here's the... Forgive me. I'm...

That's all right, my dear.

I didn't realise you had company,
the door was open.

This is Mr Jean Lafitte.
My daughter, Annette.

How do you do? Well, you're both alive!

Yes. Mr Lafitte and I have become
as thick as thieves.

Pardon the figure of speech.

What was it you wanted, my dear?

Well, I wanted you
to approve the guest list

for General Jackson's reception.

We'll have some good news
for Jackson.

He won't have to attack Barataria
after all.

Mr Lafitte has offered to fight
on our side.

I knew...
I just knew help would come, Father!

I'm glad it meets
with your approval, mademoiselle.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Have you a carriage?

No. I told my coachman not to wait.
I didn't know when or if I'd be leaving.

I see. Annette, will you tell Cato

to put a carriage
at Mr Lafitte's disposal?

Certainly. This way, Mr Lafitte.

I had my eye on him every second.
My pistol was on him all the time!

Whipple, if I'd known you were in there
with that,

I'd have been more afraid of you
than our pirate friend.

Now put that silly thing away

and summon the Defence Council
for a meeting here tonight.

If I may be so bold, sir,

do you think it's wise
to put your trust in a...

Whipple, don't speculate.
Just call the meeting.

Yes, sir.

I'll have the carriage
around at the side gate.

Thank you, Cato. I will find my own way.

Jean, don't leave like this.
There's so much I want to say to you.

It seems to me you said a great deal
the last time I saw you.

That was just my silly pride.

Now when I know...
When I know what you've done...

I did it only for my men and for myself.

If it makes you feel any better
to hurt me, go ahead.

Jean, loving you,

it's the most important thing in my life.

Please believe that.

Annette...

-Annette!
-Yes, Father?

-What will people think?
-About what?

You left the Merciers off the guest list.

Father, you know how Mr Mercier
always upsets you.

I know, my dear, but people in
our position must hide their feelings.

I will try, Father.

Perhaps we should invite our
pirate friend.

He should meet General Jackson
as soon as possible.

-And announce our engagement.
-I would be delighted.

What's that?

Don't be a coward. Tell him.

I said I would be delighted, Father!

Do we have to shout at each other?
Why are you standing there?

I caught my hand on a thorn.

If we are to come to terms with Lafitte,

perhaps we should fly the skull
and crossbones over our Capitol!

We are not here to discuss
Jean Lafitte's reputation!

He has offered to help us,
and he's waiting for our answer.

Answer him with a cannon.

I would surrender to the British

before I would put our country
in the hands of riffraff.

Let us at least preserve our dignity!

General Jackson
will need men and ammunition.

Lafitte offers us both.

On the field of battle, a general
doesn't ask, "Who supplies the bullets?"

I agree with the Governor completely.

If I were in Jackson's boots,
I'd prefer the help of the devil!

In any case,
the question we have to decide here

is the authenticity of these letters.

That is not the question!

Do you believe them to be forgeries?

No, no, no, they're authentic enough,

which only proves that Lafitte
was dealing with the British.

He may be an outlaw,
but I cannot believe him a traitor.

Would Lafitte give up $30,000
and a commission in the British Navy

just to become an American citizen?

And you wouldn't, Mr Mercier?

Gentlemen, I agree with everything
that's been said,

but we cannot disregard
the opinions of our esteemed Governor.

We're wasting time. Give me the orders
to blast Lafitte out of Barataria.

-That has my vote.
-And mine!

Let us at least rid ourselves
of one enemy!

Gentlemen, gentlemen, let's consider!

Lafitte is one of the best hopes
this country has.

Gentlemen, we are in agreement.
Let's put it to a vote.

Hey, you know, Boss,

I'm beginning to feel
respectable already!

What do you think, Pyke,
are the chances

of the men joining up with us?

You just tell me
how you want them to vote.

Pyke, we'll have none of that.

From now on,
everything has to be democratic.

Well, maybe a little gentle persuasion,
but democratic.

Boss...

-The British.
-They didn't wait.

-Pyke, see if you can find anyone.
-Right.

Callalou! Callalou!

Callalou!

You're back like you started, Lafitte,

with no one to take your orders
but the mosquitoes.

How did the British miss you?

British?
Your American friends paid us a visit.

Why, you lying whelp!

Look. I know an American uniform
when I see one.

We would have fired on them,
but Dominique stopped us.

He had everyone out to welcome them,

cheerin' and singin' Yankee Doodle.

Then the beach blew up in our faces.

Did anyone get away?

Some made it to the swamps.

Some were hauled off in chains
to be hung.

Dominique was right.

You cannot trust anybody.

How I've waited for this moment,
to see you smashed, beaten.

Now I see it, it hurts.

Don't give me your pity.
I like your hatred better!

Where you goin'?

New Orleans.

I will get my men out of jail
if I have to kill Jackson himself.

No, don't. Don't go to New Orleans.

Because if the Americans don't kill you,
your own men will.

We can sail south to Cartagena,
maybe to Galvez on the Gulf.

Why should you care
what happens to me?

Because you're part of everything
I've ever loved and hated!

In this fair town where I was born

There was a lady dwelling

And every youth cried. "Come this way"

Her name was Barbara Allen

So in the lovely month of May

When blossoms they were swelling

Young Jimmy Joe on his deathbed lay

For love of Barbara Allen

When he had died and lay in grave

Her heart was filled with sorrow

Oh. Mother dear
Please make my bed

For I shall die tomorrow

That's a mighty sweet tune,
Miss Claiborne.

Thank you. Thank you, my dears.
That's one of my Rachel's favourites.

You make me feel right at home.

It's the least we can do
for a gallant soldier

who's come here to defend our city.

Not to mention the pretty ladies
who grace it.

Thank you.

I wish to assure you, sir,

the hearts and homes of this city
are open to you and your men.

I'm most grateful, ma'am.

I wish to assure you that
we shall defend your city or perish.

You are charming, General!

But they had told me you are a peasant!

But a Tennessee peasant, ma'am.
That makes all the difference.

Oh, General Jackson,
we'd be most honoured

if you and your officers would dine
with us tomorrow night.

I accept with pleasure, ma'am.
On one condition.

Condition?

That I'm still alive tomorrow night.

You won't be alive tomorrow mornin'
unless you drink your milk.

-Not now, Mr Peavey.
-I done put your ague powder in it.

-Mr Peavey...
-You pay him no mind, Miss Claiborne.

He's been embarrassin' me
since before you were born.

Here, here, here, here, here.

Commodore Patterson is coming!

Excuse me. General Jackson.
Commodore Patterson.

-Commodore.
-General.

I am pleased to report
our mission has been accomplished.

Barataria has been
completely demolished.

Father!

Father, how could they?
You promised Mr Lafitte!

What became of Lafitte?

Not among the prisoners.

But, Father, you gave him your word!

Excuse me, Miss Claiborne.

Governor, General.

There is more serious news.

The British fleet
has been sighted on Lake Borgne.

The British! They're on Lake Borgne!

Well, that's less than 30 miles away!

General, what can we do?

We can keep our heads, sir.

Peavey, Colonel, Major Reed.

General, do you expect
to defend New Orleans

with this ill-clad rabble of yours?

My troops are dressed for a fight, sir,
not a parade.

But, General Jackson,
they lack the cannon, the powder,

even the musket flints!

But not the stomach for a fight.

We have our homes,
our families to think of!

You seem to have everything to think of
except your country.

Brave words!
But you cannot fire words at the enemy!

Our only safety lies in surrender.

Let me make this very clear, gentlemen.

Before I surrender this city,
I will burn it to the ground!

General Jackson, we have the right
to decide our own destiny.

You will find that we have
a strong civil authority here!

And you will find that you have
to take orders from me.

By the Eternal, if I must,
I'll declare martial law here!

We are in the hands of a madman!

Philippe! No.

It's quite clear to me, sir,
that you're either a coward or a traitor.

You can count on the militia, sir.

All New Orleans is with you,
mon General!

The city is yours to command, sir.

-My son will follow you, General.
-Thank you, madam.

If perhaps the General will at least
tell us what his plans are.

Senator, if the hair of my head
knew my plans,

I would cut it off.

Colonel, requisition every carriage
and wagon in the city.

Yes, sir.

Major, have every company
ready to march.

Yes, sir.

When Andy gets coiled up
and rattles thataway,

I'd keep out of striking distance
if I was you.

What's the matter, Andy?
Is somethin' ailin' you?

I never see so many people
so dead set against being defended.

I'm defendin' the United States,
Mr Peavey.

Yeah, well, you got to keep up
your strength for that.

Andy, please finish your milk.

Come on, please, Andy, finish your...

Andy, if you do,

I'll cook you up a nice hot mess
of turkey gizzards.

Not now, Mr Peavey,
just keep those buzzards off my back.

I got a... I got a heap of thinkin' to do.

All right, Andy.

Doggone if you ain't the hardest man
to pin down

ever I see in all my born days!

All I do is chase you around
from post to pillar,

tryin' to get you to take your medicine.

Don't move. And don't call your guard.

I'll call my guard when I'm ready.

-Who are you?
-Jean Lafitte.

Well... What do you want?

A signed release to get my men
out of jail.

You know I don't much like
bein' threatened.

Don't... Don't shoot yet, Mr Peavey.

That's a very old trick, Jackson.

Mr Peavey,
this here is Mr Lafitte, the pirate.

How do, Mr Lafitte, glad to know you.

Shall I pull the trigger now, Andy?

Well, you got anything to say
before I answer that question?

Yes.

I'd like to make out my will.

For some of that stolen gold
you got buried?

No. For a storeroom full of powder
and 8,000 flints.

Musket flints?

In exchange for my men.

Where are these flints?

Where the powder is.

Put those pistols on the table, Mr Lafitte.

How much powder?

I don't like to talk with a gun on my back.

Leave us alone, Mr Peavey.

You want I should tie him up
before I go?

No, no, no, thank you.

Go on, clear out of here!

Now, what about those flints?

What about my men?

The flints and powder, they in the city?

You'll find out when the last of my men
is out of jail.

By the Eternal, I got the British
marching up my back.

I can't stand here talkin' all night!

Now I need powder and flints,

but you won't get this order of release
till I know where they are!

You're looking for a quick way
out of life, Jackson!

If you put a bullet in my brain,
I'd still live long enough to kill you.

-What ails that boy?
-I don't know, Andy.

He's talkin' some kind
of foreign gibberish.

Talk English to me, son.

I can't understand what you're tryin' to...

Well, don't stand there lookin'.

Can't anybody tell me
what this boy's sayin'?

Don't look at me, Andy!

He's trying to tell you
that the British army

is at his father's plantation.

Where's that?

Come on.

It's eight miles south
on the Bayou Catalan.

-Mr Peavey, take care of that boy.
-Yes, I'll give him a drop of whisky.

Here, you know this terrain.
Can't you show me on a map?

There it is.

We'll march at once
by the Chalmette Road.

Reed, call the Officer of the Day.

-Have the bugler sound assembly.
-Yes, sir.

Tell Patterson to have those
gunboats ready to move.

Yes, sir. Officer of the Day!

-What's this here?
-That's a dry ditch, the Rodriguez Canal.

Butler, we'll form our line here.

With the river on our right,
the swamp on our left,

that ditch in front of us,
we'll have three allies.

Yes, sir. Leeds!

-Shreve?
-Yes, sir!

How many dragoons
can you put in the saddle?

-One hundred, sir!
-One hundred. All right, son.

You're going to have
to get me some time.

Now, the British have to move
through that bottleneck.

You harass 'em, wreck bridges,
fell trees,

anything you can think of.
Just slow 'em up for me.

-Yes, sir, General Jackson!
-Son...

-Yes, sir!
-Easy does it.

Yes, sir!

When can you get me
those flints and powder?

As soon as my men
are released from jail.

I don't much like givin' a receipt
before the goods are delivered.

Here.

They'll be delivered to you
on the battle line.

You know that means a full pardon
for any one of your devils who'll fight.

How many can you muster?

I can promise you only one man, myself!

We going to have them pirates
fightin' on our side now, Andy?

Mr Peavey, right now I'm in no position
to be too particular.

-Colonel Butler!
-Yes, sir.

-Let's get crackin'!
-Yes, sir.

Look here, you didn't even drink
your milk here. Andy...

Andy, should we take this with us?

We might as well, Mr Peavey.
We're goin' to fight for it.

Guard!

Hey, what's all the bell ringin'?

They're celebratin' our hangin'!

Yankee Doodle went to town

Ridin' on a pony...

Shut up!

Stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni

Shut up, you scum!
You'll swing quick enough!

Which one is General Dominique You?

My questionable honour, sir.

Sing 'em Yankee Doodle. General,
maybe they'll let you go!

Hey, the first to dance the rope!
Out you come.

Get back in there!
All right, get back in there.

Way to remember me to Captain Brown!

Fear not, Dominique.

The last enemy we have to face
is death.

Thank you, blowfish.

You'll be the rottenest apples
that ever dangled from a gallows tree.

But I've learned to love
every worm-eaten one of you.

Because the code of our Brotherhood
is better than all the lies of nations.

There is only one thing
we can trust in life

and that is that it will end in death.

Well, when it comes,

spit in its eye!

Well, General,

I was afraid I'd never see you again
this side of hell.

Are you so impatient to send me there
that you came to tie the rope yourself?

If that's what you really believe,
Dominique, here.

Why did you come here?

Of all the men in the world,
I never wanted to fail you.

Every man I ever believed in
has failed me.

Why should you be different?

I promised you a country. Here it is.

Signed by Jackson?

What makes you think
you can trust this Jackson?

He trusted me today.

One word from him, and my head
would have been blown off.

Instead, he gave me freedom
for all of you

in exchange for arms and supplies,

and a pardon for every man
who will join him on the battle lines.

The men will never listen to you, Jean.

I don't have time to convince them.

Here is freedom for you and for them.

Freedom to keep running away,

or to belong to a country
if you have the guts to fight for it.

Well, Dominique, I've kept my promise.

All right, hurry it up! Look out!

Get 'em on the firing line. Come on.

-All right, get it out of the way.
-This here's my cotton.

-Haul it clear!
-Your men stole my cotton!

Come on!

I'm going to complain
to your commandin' officer!

Now, heave that wagon over!
Go tell it to the British!

Kentucky, don't build that too high.
You won't be able to see the British.

I'm makin' it high enough
so they can't see me, General!

General, sir! That's all my cotton.
It's baled and ready for shippin'!

Then you won't mind
helpin' us defend it.

Mr Peavey, see this gentleman
gets a musket.

Yes, General.

Here, and don't shoot yourself.

All right, fall in line, sir.

-You there, Sergeant?
-Get 'em up there!

Get some of your sharpshooters
in the branches of those trees.

All right, General.

-Reed!
-Yes, sir.

That 24-pounder in the Number Three
Battery there needs raisin'.

-See to it.
-Yes, sir.

-Howdy, boys. Got any chicory to spare?
-Help yourself.

Mornin', General.

-Well, son, how you feel now?
-Fine, sir.

Yeah, I reckon you'd rather be back
in Kentucky this mornin'

than be out here with me.

Not by a dang sight!

Come sun-up back home,
I'd be sloppin' the pigs.

Andy, you better drink some of this
here chicory.

-lt'll do you good!
-Not now, Mr Peavey.

All right, I'll drink it myself.

That stuff is strong enough
to float a horseshoe!

All right, soldier, step lively.
You haven't got all day!

Ain't nobody got flints to spare, Major.

-What's this?
-Well, that's all I could find.

How does Old Hawkface expect
to win a war without musket flints?

Why don't you let Old Hawkface
worry about that, soldier?

Sorry, sir.

That's all right. I've been called
worse names in my time.

Well, as a matter of fact, General,

we're gettin' pretty close
to the bottom of the barrel.

There'll be plenty more musket flints
once Lafitte gets here.

Do you really expect him to show up?

Well, Major, if I didn't,
my hair might turn grey.

If you ask me, them pirates
is back in New Orleans lootin' the town.

Battalion, halt!

1st Company, halt!

2nd Company, halt!

3rd Company, halt! 4th Company, halt!

Hey, General,
think these here toothpicks

is going to stop the Redcoats?

Might slow 'em up long enough
to draw a bead on 'em.

Draw a bead on 'em
without no flint in your musket?

-What's this for?
-One day's service for your country.

I always thought my life was worth
more than a dollar.

Your paper, please. Thank you.

Your musket.

Glad to see you, Cato.

This here fog is gettin' thicker
than cornmeal mush of a Tuesday.

I hope it stays that way.
They can't shoot what they can't see.

Andy, you better put on your shawl!

I'm fine, Mr Peavey.

I can see you're gettin' cold.
Now you put on your shawl!

Andy Jackson, come here!

Paper, please?
You didn't put down your next of kin.

But I don't have any, sir.

Who shall we notify in case...

-Well, the...
-Just the Claiborne family.

-Thank you, Mr Whipple.
-Your musket.

Here you are.

Your musket.

Well, what good is this?

Well, fire that,
and when you run out of powder,

use the butt end for a club.

Move along,
we'll bring your powder later.

If it gets here.

Well, Governor, how many citizens
have you recruited for me?

Over 300 so far, General.

-Begging your pardon, sir.
-That's more than I expected.

This is very urgent.

We have more men than supplies.
The last of the powder's gone.

Yeah, I know, I know.
There's plenty more of that on the way.

I only hope Lafitte keeps his promise
better than we kept ours to him.

-What's that?
-The enemy! The enemy!

Excuse me, sir,
it's only our patrol returning.

Why did they fire?

A few nervous triggers, I suppose.

Cease fire! Cease fire!
Get back, you fool, get back!

Don't you know an American bugle call
when you hear it?

That's our patrol!

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Cease fire!

Redcoats, General!
Thicker than a forest!

Just tell me what happened, son.

-Giants, General! Thousands of them!
-Where?

Clear from the cypress wood
to the river.

-Ready to attack?
-They're massing now, sir.

600 yards out front.

Nothing can stop them,
General, nothing.

There's some coffee boilin'
down in the gully,

might help take away
the smell of gunpowder.

-Thank you, General.
-Major Reed?

Get me some couriers up here!

Colonel Butler, looks like things are
about ready to bust loose!

By the Eternal, you came here to fight
and fight you will!

You think you've turned out
here for a Sunday church sociable?

-Sergeant!
-Yes, sir.

Take these civilians back to their place
in the line.

-Watch out!
-Get back to your posts!

Them civilians is only going to be
in our way

when the ruckus starts, General.

I reckon us veterans will have to
hold things together, soldier.

-Yeah.
-Hey, there,

you on that cannon?

Don't you fumble-fingered rockheads

know how to elevate
a field-piece properly?

What are you tryin' to do, Andy,
break your back?

When you point 'em like this,
you won't hit.

Hit nothin' but jackrabbits.

Come here,
let me help you, please. Andy.

Stand back, Mr Peavey, till I get this...

Don't waste your strength
like this, Andy.

You go back to your place in line
or by the Lord God, I'll cut you down!

-Get some water on that, Mr Peavey.
-Yes, sir.

All right, it's nothin' but a rocket.

Its bark's a lot worse than its bite!

-Back to your posts!
-Ready on five?

-Five ready, sir.
-Fire five!

That fog's too tarnal thick
to see anything.

General, can't we do something
to stop these rockets?

I need my powder too much to
waste it on those rockets, Governor.

They're just tryin' to stir us up a little

before they move in for the kill.
Tried the same thing at Bladensburg.

General! General!

Lafitte and his men got here, sir.

Thank the Lord for that. Where?

Comin' out of the swamp!

You're a mite late, Mr Lafitte.

We're not accustomed to
travelling by land.

Early or late, you're mighty welcome.

It's a nice warm reception
you arranged for us.

It'll be warmer
if you don't get those flints

and powder up to the battle line.

-Colonel Butler!
-Yes, sir.

Station these men
at the Number Three Battery.

Yes, sir. Third Battery on the right!

-Keep well.
-I intend to.

Captain, see that these supplies
are distributed.

Yes, sir.

Hey, buddy.
I hear tell that's Jean Lafitte.

I ain't never seen a pirate before.

Go give him a kiss
if he's got powder with him!

What have we got here, Andy?

Manna from heaven, Mr Peavey.

Sure glad we got them fightin'
for us instead of against us.

Go get some of those leather-shirts
of yours to lend a hand here.

Yes, sir.

How much powder did you bring us?

Enough to work your cannon
for a month!

Now we got somethin' to fight with!

Over here! Give me some of them flints!

-All the flints you can use.
-Pirate flints?

The British will never know
the difference!

Where'd all this powder come from?

We stole it. Real special for you!

We thought you blue-bellies
would lose this war before we got here.

Yeah, now that you've
brought this powder,

you can go home!

-Beluche, get aloft in that tree!
-All right, General.

-Pablo, get up that one!
-Sí. General.

-Give me a cross-bearing!
-Aye-aye, General!

What are you shooting at, Mr Lafitte?
There's been no order to fire.

Those rockets are making
so much noise,

we're going to quiet them down.

-Pablo?
-It's just a waste of iron, Mr Lafitte.

It ain't too thick, General.

I can see where they're comin'
out of the fog.

If anyone would be able to see
what to fire at,

my men would have done it.

We have a cannoneer who doesn't
have to see a target to hit it.

What range would you say?

I make about 600 yards.

Well, all right, go ahead,
it's your powder.

There's the bearing!

Up she goes! You blew her right out
of the water, General!

-Luck of the devil.
-That's my General!

Well, this is not a bad gun, you know.

-Wonderful, General.
-Back to your lines. Back to your lines.

Put out that fire!

Well, somebody's mighty handy
with a field-piece.

It was that man there, sir.

Mr Lafitte, my compliments.

You have to compliment the General.

-General?
-General Dominique You.

-He taught Napoleon.
-Jean...

Well, I'm honoured to have you
with us, sir.

The honour is mine, General.

Yes.

Mighty fine looking man.

Well, Dominique, there is still
a lot of war to fight.

-Beluche?
-Aye, General.

Replace that gun.
Horseface, swab her out!

Battalion, fix bayonets!

Fix bayonets!

Fix bayonets!

Fix bayonets!

That's the loudest quiet
I ever heard, Boss.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Wonder what time it is.

What do you care?
We ain't goin' no place.

Battalion, port arms!

Port arms!

Port arms!

Port arms!

The battalion will advance in line
of attack. Quick march!

Sounds like someone is killin' a pig.

That's music. They're bagpipes.

Are they going to fight or dance?

It sends shivers up and down
your spine, General.

Yes, sir, it's meant to.

-All right, fall in!
-Fall in!

Fall in!

Stand fast, boys.

Mr Lafitte?

Best be sure your men don't open fire
till they get a good target.

Muskets aren't much use at long range.

Let me see that glass, Mr Peavey.

If it weren't for that blasted fog,

my Kentucky long-rifles
would cut 'em to pieces

100 yards before they could open fire.

What is the range of your rifles?

Range? These here things

can shoot the eye out of
a chipmunk at 300 yards.

Then all you need to know
is when they are within your range.

The British aren't likely
to send up a signal.

The British won't, but I will.

You tired of livin', Mr Lafitte?

I'll go with you, Boss.

-No, you're too big a target. Mouse?
-Aye, Boss.

-You have your powder horn?
-Yes, Boss.

General, could you spare
one of your braves?

Good with a bow?

Good enough.

Here, Pyke.

No, Toro, you wait here.

I guess the ruckus is about to begin?

This should be about 300 yards.

Mouse? Powder.

-There it is!
-Lafitte's signal!

-Shall we open fire, sir?
-No, hold your fire.

We'll give 'em a chance to get back.

But the enemy's in range, sir!

So is Lafitte, Colonel.
I'll count 40 seconds before firing.

Every second, the British are closer
by two yards, sir!

I'll count 40 seconds, Major!

Commence firing!

Company, halt! Aim. Fire!

It must have come as quite a surprise
to you, Governor.

Annette and Captain Lafitte.

Yes, a father is not always the first
to learn of his daughter's plans.

Why are you teaching him
how to dance, Lizzie?

You just learned yourself!

Why don't you go get another piece
of pecan pie? It's awful good.

I'd rather stay here and watch
you and Lizzie make eyes at each other.

Look, how many times have I told you,
don't call me "Lizzie", Little Miss Nosey!

Come on,
I'll teach you on the dance floor.

Yes, ma'am.

Lizzie has a sweetheart! Lizzie has a...

Why are you hiding there?

I'm not hiding.
I'm looking for a friend of mine.

I'll bet you don't know anybody here.

I do, too. My friend's Mr Lafitte.

Where'd you meet him?

That's a big secret.

You never look at me like that.

You're not Jean Lafitte.

What are you afraid of?

I ain't scared of nothin'. See?

I'll bet that whistle doesn't work.

Does too.

See!

-Let me blow that whistle.
-No.

But, say, if you go and call my friend,
Mr Lafitte,

I'll let you use it
just while you're gone, though.

What will I tell him?

Well, just say that Miggs is here
and wants to see him right away.

Well...

All right. Hold this while I'm gone
and don't eat any of it.

Marjorie! Marjorie. Stop that noise.
Where did you get that?

From my friend, Miggs.

Looks like she's made a conquest.
She inherits her mother's charm.

I can't say that I relish the name
of Miggs for a son-in-law.

Miggs?

Miggs? Well, hello, son.

What news of my friend, Captain Tom,
of the Corinthian?

I don't know, sir.

Wait a minute.
How did you get back so soon?

I thank you all, most kindly,
for these honours.

At any rate, there's another man here

who deserves a share
in every one of them.

He brought me three things
I badly needed at Chalmette.

Musket flints, dry powder
and fightin' men.

Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Lafitte!

Thank you, General.

My personal thanks, sir, once again.

You know, for a man who's spent
most of his life on a rollin' deck,

you step right lively.

Confidentially, General, dancing always
makes me a little seasick.

Well, Miss Claiborne, you...
That was mighty handsome prancin'.

Thank you, General!

You know, if my Rachel
were here though,

we'd teach you to dance
Possum Up a Gum Tree.

I wish for your sake
that she were here, General.

I do, too.

All the happiness you deserve, Annette.

Our heartfelt thanks.

Well, General Dominique.

I see you have an eye for beauty
as well as artillery.

General Jackson, I wish to present
this lovely lady, Miss Bonnie Brown.

My pleasure, Miss Brown.

It may interest you to know, ma'am,

that I've recommended the General here
for conspicuous military service.

-Hey!
-Thank you, sir.

Excuse me, Bonnie. May l...

General, I have a confession to make.

You see, I wouldn't
want to lie to a general like you.

You see... I was not quite...

As a matter of fact,
I was only a corporal.

Well, in the battle line at Chalmette,
you were a general, my friend.

-I am deeply grateful to you.
-Thanks.

Miss Brown.

Somethin' wrong with your arm?

Yes, madam. It needs your
beautiful hand. Come, Bonnie.

-It's just like in a fairy tale!
-Yes, isn't it? Isn't it, Jean?

Yes, it is. How much longer
do we have to stay here?

Not very much longer.

You're a sly one, Annette.
But it's so romantic.

You must bring your fiancé
to dinner with me.

-I'd be delighted.
-You're a lucky man, Lafitte.

-Yes...
-On the contrary, sir, I'm the lucky one!

Well, we'll see you soon. Very soon!

Bye.

Don't you think we've been on display
long enough?

Perhaps I have, but you haven't.

I want every woman in the world
to be jealous of me!

Annette, may we see your ring?

Yes, of course.

-I can't do it.
-Bonnie.

All you have to say is, "Congratulations."
And smile.

That's enough. Come on.

I'd rather break a bottle over his head.

Jean. Miss Claiborne.

Miss Brown is most eager
to congratulate you.

Yes, that's right.

Good luck to you both.

Thank you. That's very kind of you.

He's a hard fish to hook,
Miss Claiborne.

It wasn't easy.

What are you starin' at?
Somethin' wrong with my rig?

Not at all. You look lovely.

You look beautiful. It's a lovely dress.

Do you know Madame Dupre made one
just like it for me?

Except my sister sailed off with it
on the Corinthian.

Corinthian?

Wouldn't that have been embarrassing,
both of us wearing the same dress?

Well, that's a proof that you can
never trust dressmakers.

I hear a waltz.

Mademoiselle. I insist upon
the honour of this dance.

-Excuse me.
-Certainly.

Jean.

I didn't mean to.

Jean, I'll get out of here.

I'll get rid of this rag of a dress.
I'll burn it.

No one need ever see it again,
I swear it!

Is it going to bring her sister
back to life?

Annette doesn't ever have to know.

You could say the Corinthian was sunk
in a storm, lost at sea.

-Who'll know?
-I will know.

So what do you want to do?

Tell her.

You're a fool!

She's everything you've ever loved
and fought for.

You gave up everything you had,
everything you are.

Jean, even I don't want
to see you lose her now.

Could you love a man
who'd killed your sister?

I could love a man
who'd killed my father.

Mr Lafitte?
There's a boy here to see you.

His name is Miggs.

Where is he?

Over there with his dog.

Now, look, tell him to wait for me
at the back of the house right away,

-you understand?
-ls he really your friend?

Yes, yes, yes, go right on.

All right.

Look, go to the back gate,
wait for me with Miggs.

Jean, I'm frightened.

Go on!

They have got Miggs.

We may have to fight our way
out of here, Boss.

-Shall I get the men?
-No!

There'll be no fighting.
Now listen to me, all of you.

Get to the Raven. Make ready to sail.
I will join you if I can.

I'm not going to let you face this
without me.

Dominique, this is an order.

If I'm not there in two hours, sail away.

Well, you heard the Boss.
Let's get movin'.

There's something very strange here.

The boy refuses to answer questions.

How do you expect him
to answer questions

when you're all shouting at him?

Annette is right.

Now look, son.
No one's going to hurt you.

We just want to know how you
left the Corinthian.

How did you get back here?

The Corinthian hasn't had time
to dock yet.

Well, I don't know. It was night time.

Well, did you sprout wings
and fly back here through the air?

Stupid!

You didn't fall overboard, did you?

That's it. Yes, sir. I fell overboard.

Well, how did it happen? Tell us.

Well, there was a storm,

and these big waves...

There've been no storms, son.

Yes, there was,
and these big waves came...

Was the ship sunk?

What? No. I don't know.

Perhaps a birch rod
will help you to tell the truth.

For heaven's sake, Mercier,
don't manhandle the boy.

Now look, I have insured a quarter
of a million dollars on that ship.

I'm going to find out
what happened to it!

Hold on, Mercier.
That ship must have been sunk.

-Was it the British?
-No, sir.

Then was it Lafitte?

Mr Mercier, how dare you?

Look, Mercier, don't stand under my roof
and make these wild accusations.

If it was not the British, then who was it?

Mr Lafitte wasn't even there. He was...

-Lafitte was what?
-Mr Lafitte was...

-He was what?
-I can answer that question.

-I was there.
-What?

The Corinthian was sunk.

Were there any survivors?

Every soul but one was lost.

Did you have any part in this, Lafitte?

I was their boss.

He admits it!

You killed my son!

Mr Lafitte!
I just came to say goodbye to you!

I didn't mean to get you in no trouble!

Mr Lafitte! Mr Lafitte!

Jean, Jean, tell them it wasn't you!
Tell them the truth, Jean!

They would never believe it, Annette.

There will be a trial, of course.

Trial! There'll be no trial.
We'll hang him right now.

Mr Lafitte! Mr Lafitte! Tell 'em, tell 'em!

Father, stop them! Stop them, Father!

You want me to defend that murderer?

Father, he didn't do it.
I'd stake my life on it!

What about your sister's life?

Father!

Here's a good, strong cord.

Mr Peavey!
Please get General Jackson.

Tell him what they're doing! Please!

Don't you worry none, honey. I'll get him.

-Hurry, please!
-Excuse me, ladies, excuse me.

The branch up there, use that.

You're not going to hang him here!

She's right, not here. Not here.

We'll hang him in the stable
where he belongs!

Wait! No one has a greater grievance
against this man than I have.

I lost a daughter.

But you cannot take the law
into your own hands!

Lafitte has put himself outside the law!

Yes. I'll be glad to see him hang,
but not by mob violence!

Your soft hands have been too much
with this pirate!

-Come on, bring him down!
-Mercier!

Let him go, let him go!

Remember that you're men,
not animals!

By the Lord God,
I'll kill the next man who moves.

This city is still under martial law!

Does martial law protect a murderer?

He sank a ship with 80 souls aboard!

Silence! Lafitte, did you sink that ship?

I was responsible.

From his own mouth!

I risked a personal fortune
on the Corinthian!

What risk did you take
on the battle line, Mr Mercier?

Jean offered his help
to defend our country,

and you answered him
by destroying Barataria!

And still he came and helped us.

That is not the point, Miss Claiborne!

That's precisely the point, sir.

I made this man a promise.

A full pardon for every man jack
who'd join me in the battle line.

He kept his word.

And, by the Eternal,
I'm goin' to keep mine.

I won't hold you to that, General.

I'll settle for one hour's start.

Turn him loose.

All right, Lafitte, your hour's begun.

Jean!

I'm going with you.

Annette,
what life can we have together?

No country, no home,
belonging to nothing.

We'd belong to each other.

You're all the world that I want.

Annette, you don't know what it means
to spend a life running away.

I only want to live and die with you.

Jean...

I love you too much to take you with me.

All I can take with me
is the memory of you.

I cannot return the daughter
you lost on the Corinthian. Governor.

I can only give you back
what I love most in the world.

Lafitte!

There is not a corner in the world
where you will be safe!

At least I am leaving all of you safe

in an American New Orleans.

Man the braces!

Man the braces!

Stand by to close haul!

Aye, General.

What flag do we break out?

-We have no flag.
-What course?

Straight out to sea.

-Full and bye on the port tack.
-Full and bye on the port tack.

Where we headed, Dominique?

Where we belong.

When a man loses everything else,
he still has the sea.

This deck is the only country we have.

This is all the country I want.