01x14 - Outlaw Kingdom

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♪ Jim Bowie! Jim Bowie!

♪ He was a bold adventurin' man! ♪

♪ Jim Bowie! Jim Bowie!

♪ Battled for right with a powerful hand! ♪

♪ His blade was tempered and so was he! ♪

♪ Indestructible steel was he!

♪ Jim Bowie! Jim Bowie!

♪ He was a fighter, a fearless and mighty adventurin' man! ♪

- Mademoiselle Dupree I hope this won't put you in danger.

- No one saw me, and my coachmen is loyal.

- Very kind of you to help me.

- No monsieur, selfish.

I wish to return to France.

If you get your goods back, you will be grateful, no?

- I'll be grateful.

Where'd you find that?

- Open please.

I'll only be a moment.

- [Coachman] Yes ma'am.

[door shuts]

- Come with me.

[loud thump]

The man at the rear table.

- The one with the glasses?

- Yes that is Simon Ogleby.

He dines here alone every night, late.

- He doesn't look much like a pirate.

- He is worse, a respectable lawyer for disrespectable men.

Even advises them what to steal.

- You think he might lead me to the thieves?

- No he would never lead you.

You will have to find some way to gain his confidence,

but it will have to be something clever.

A man as well known as you.

[door shuts]

I will come to your hotel

as soon as I've learned something more.

On, quickly!

[choral singing]

- I acted quickly on the facts

Madeleine Dupree had given me.

That Ogleby dined every night at the Baritere.

That he was near-sighted.

And that hated knot's fee.

- Jim.

- Why Cousin Homer.

Well, hey now.

Now, Monsieur Belarm, this is my cousin,

Reverend Wilkins.

- I'll meet you inside.

- I'll be right there, soon.

- Jim boy, I've been low for ya.

Called at your lodging three times today

and someone finally told me I might find you here

at the theater.

- Yeah

is there something I can do for you, cousin?

- We're in trouble, Jim.

Bad trouble.

- Huh?

- My boys Matthew and Paul have run away from home.

- Well, that's not so bad,

I did the same thing myself when I was 16.

- But, they didn't run off to make their own way

like you did, Jim.

They ran off to go filibuster in South America

and their mother hasn't heard

a blessed word from the since they've left home.

- Well, new Orleans is an exciting place.

They've probably been too busy, you know what I mean?

- No, sir, not my boys.

If they haven't written their mother,

something has happened to 'em,

Something dreadful.

Find 'em, Jim, please look for 'em.

- I don't know, every time there is trouble in our family

Jim Bowie's gotta saddle up and go help.

Well, I'm sorry, this time I'm gonna

help Jim Bowie for a change.

Now, I'm sorry cousin, I'm busy.

- I understand, Jim.

- Look, why don't you go to the police

and they can help you better than I can.

- I've been there, Jim, but I thank you

for your kindly advice.

Goodbye, Jim.

- Goodbye, Homer.

[solemn choral vocalization]

[door shuts]

- Aaah,

- Captain Orkins.

- That's what they call me. Sir.

Captain Orkins like of His Majesty's Royal Navy,

and who might you be?

- Jean Jacques Du Jour is my name sir,

I have the honor to represent Mr. Jim Bowie

he challenges you to a duel.

- Jim Bowie?

That pigeon-hearted pig?

He's calling me out, is he?

Give me that card.

Now, sir, you may inform that lily-livered poltroon

that I'll meet him any time, any place.

Go on now, off you go.

And who do you think you're staring at, matey.

- Well, I couldn't help overhearing, sir.

I want you to know that if you care to be

seconded in this affair, I'd be proud to oblige.

- Well, that's very obligin' of ya, sir.

Very obligin' indeed.

And, may I have the acquaintance of your name, sir?

- Ogleby's the name, Simon Ogleby

but won't you join me here, sir?

- Well, I don't mind if I do, sir.

- I have some knowledge of this scoundrel Bowie

who challenged you, Captain.

I should like you to know that I share

you low esteem of him.

- Then let's drink to his ill health, sir.

And his cowardly and trembling hand

in tomorrow's engagement [laughs]

and may I ask, sir, what is your particular

squall with Bowie?

- Oh, it's troublesome inquisitiveness.

In a word, I find him nosy.

- Then fret no more, sir, fret no more.

Tomorrow, he will be engaged and scuttled.

- And may I add if you bring about the extinction

of Mr. Bowie on the morrow,

certain advantages may come your way.

- Tell me more, sir, tell me more.

- I know more about you than you realize, captain.

Do you feel that it's hot in here, captain?

- Yes, it is getting a little hot.

- Then I suggest you take off

those ridiculous whiskers, Mr. Bowie.

They must be unbearably itchy.

- Well, dog my cats.

- That was an amusing try, Bowie.

- When did you catch on?

- I'm a devotee of the drama,

I recognized the well-known actor Belarm.

Has it occurred to you, Bowie, that in the back country

from whence you come,

your maneuvering might seem less clumsy?

- I kinda like New Orleans.

I don't think I'll leave just yet.

- Don't let these silken gloves deceive you, Bowie.

- Let's get to the point, Ogleby

Who's your employer?

- Oh, come my good fellow.

Let the curtain stay down.

The show's over, it's time the players went home.

- Somewhere in this city there's stolen property

of mine which I intend to recover.

- And how will you recover the fair Madeleine?

- Madeleine?

- She is beyond all conventional means of communication.

Persist in this effort, you may never see her again.

There's a steamboat going north in precisely one hour.

Be on it.

- And if I'm not?

- Then we shall take off the silken gloves.

Aye, look around you, man.

This is not a stage, this is real.

[c*ck g*n]

could my carriage drive you to the steamboat wharf?

- You know, Ogleby, there's one thing I've learned about you

- And what's that?

- You're as blind as a bat without your glasses!

- Seize him, seize him!

- Howdy, gonna get a lesson in combat?

[solemn choral vocalization]

- Give him some more bruises and take him to his hotel.

- My bill, Mr. Bowie, itemized and totaled up.

- Oh, thank you.

- To rental and ruination of pirate costume

complete with beard, mustache, and eye patch, 20 dollars.

Use of three-minute playlet entitled

Invitation to the Duello, 15 dollars.

Acting services of undersigned and said plaintiff

and instruction in c*ck accent 25 dollars.

Total 65 dollars!

Are you sure you included everything?

- Well, there's no charge

for the personal risk I incurred.

- Yeah, you got out of there well before

the roof caved in.

- I left precisely on cue.

- Well, hand my my pouch, it's on the dresser.

[knock on door]

- Oh, will you see who that is?

Or will there be an extra charge?

- A lady.

- A young lady?

- No, a character woman.

- Mama!

Mama, when did you?

- Who are you?

- Jean Jacques Belarm, Gregelian, at your service, Madam.

- Well take your service someplace else.

What's gonna happen here is a family matter

and strictly private.

- Well, mama, don't I get a little hug?

A little kiss, huh?

- The way you been behaving, you're no son of mine, James.

- What's the matter?

What have I done now?

- Sit right down there.

- Huh?

- Sit right down there, here.

I want you to strike that out, in your own hand.

Right there, that name over your brother Reason.

And If you don't do it, I will.

- You mean, you want my name

struck out of the family bible?

- I do, use the pen.

- I don't want to take now, that's an awful thing to do.

- It's a jack more awful to turn down your kinfolks.

Turning down your own family and cousin,

you oughta be ashamed, James.

- That's what it is, Cousin Homer, huh?

- Yeah, and he came to you in a great need

and you turned your back on him.

- I sent him to the police.

- Do you think he'd tell his troubles to a stranger?

- That's what the police are for.

- Not where we come from.

Where we come from, that's what kinfolk are for.

But you wouldn't remember that, would ya?

Because you're too busy consorting up and down

this wicked city with stage actors and painted ladies.

[voice breaking] just think you're a son of mine.

[cries]

- Oh mama, you don't have to get upset.

- Can't you see how Cousin Sara

feels about them missin boys?

- Can't you see how I feel about my missing goods?

- You never mind about your goods,

there's a law of God, and there's a law of kinship

and you can't turn your back to either of them.

- Oh, mama, stop it, no sermons, please.

I can't turn my back on $10,000.00, either.

- The Lord moves in mysterious way,

and as long as you're right, Jim, he'll reward ya.

- Alright. Alright, I'll look for 'em.

I'll start right in.

- [crying] That's better

- My best possible source of information

was Morris Toulouse, the journalist.

- All I know is that boys of 16 to 20 arrive by the dozen.

Filled with hopes of glory and gold

in their army of liberation.

- Hm, and just what do the aim to liberate?

- Who knows, any one of the

troubled countries to the south.

- And do these filibustering outfits

ever actually leave the city?

- I doubt it, but then everything you do

is highly secret.

- Hmm.

- Wait, I remember talking with someone,

he was grieving the loss of a son to a vague cause.

Let's see now, some shopkeeper.

Yes, the apothecary, Shoppe Pointe in Canal Street.

- If I can die on foreign soil, bah.

- My son's body was found on the bayou,

up river, not five miles from here.

Just turned 17 he was, too young to die.

An action that the lieutenant bent on training maneuvers.

- Lieutenant?

What lieutenant?

- Maduro, the office of conscription.

A Spaniard, formerly a pirate, they tell me.

- You know where I can find him?

- Yeah, he's at the Old Cold Bleu at the waterfront.

I wouldn't go there if I were you, though.

- Old Cold Bleu on the waterfront.

Hurry.

[choral vocalization]

- Madura will see you now, Mr. Bowie.

- Here's your man, capitan.

- Well, Jovian! And Mr. Ogleby!

Quite a family reunion.

- You will be more comfortable

without your weapon, monsieur.

I have had reason to respect that knife.

Oh, have you met Marcel, Monsieur?

To his intimates, he is better known as

the Butcher of Barbados.

So, you must not let his air of gentility

deceive you, he also is a formidable man with knives.

[laughs]

oh, but enough of the pleasantries, eh monsieur?

You have come here for business.

- No, but after seeing some of my stolen goods

in your wharf, we might as well put business on the agenda.

- This is regrettable, Bowie.

You should have taken my advice.

- Funny thing is, it was someone else's advice

that brought me here, it had nothing to do

with stolen goods.

I'm looking for two missing cousins of mine

who might have been recruited by a man named Maduro.

- You have reason to believe they are among our conscripts?

- The trail seems to lead this way.

- Then names, please.

- Paul and Matthew Wilkins.

- Oh, oh oh, I know them quite well, Monsieur.

High spirited young men, in fact,

much too high spirited, we have had to discipline them.

- To train our recruits for military service

in foreign lands, we try to give them practical experience

here, along the river. [chuckles]

- You mean, like robbing barges and flat boats?

- Collecting supplies for our compatriots to the south.

Unfortunately, some of them object.

Your cousins have been very stubborn, very persistent

in hanging on to such awkward virtues

such as honesty, morality.

- Hmm, I could imagine they would be quite stubborn

that way, being sons of a preacher.

Can I see them?

- Marcel, take Mr. Bowie to the disciplinary barracks.

- Oui Mr. Captain.

- A most pleasant visit with your cousins, monsieur.

- Thanks.

General.

- You and your knives are becoming legendary, Mr. Bowie.

I'd like to cross blades with you someday.

In a friendly way, of course.

- Yeah I imagine you could be real friendly with a blade.

- The Butcher of Barbados they call me.

- This way.

- Did you once sail out of Trinidad on a rig

called the Starlight?

- I did.

- A friend of mine was on that ship.

Man called Mark Melville.

- He met with an accident as I recall, sir.

- Yeah.

- Jailer.

- You will find your cousins in there.

- Hey!

- You Stupid American clod.

- Cousin Jim!

- What are you doing here?

- Looking for you two, and now that I've found you,

you don't look so good.

- We don't feel so good, either.

- Look at our backs, Cousin Jim!

- They've been whippin' us like mules.

- Well, that's no more than you deserve

running away from your mother, not even writing to her.

- We couldn't, Cousin Jim, they wouldn't let us.

- Well, what's this all about, have you found out anything?

- They had us collecting goods from the docks.

Supplies for the patriots in Venezuela.

- Then we saw your name on some of it,

and we knew better.

- Oh.

- What are you grinnin' about?

- Oh, uh, just something mama said.

The Lord works in a mysterious way.

His wonders to perform.

And it looks like we're gonna have to perform

a little wonder ourselves.

Any ideas how we're gonna get out of here?

- We've been preparing while we've been waiting, look.

- Well, now, look at this.

- We made it, piece of old iron hinge.

- We all took turns scraping it on the stone sill.

- [Matthew] Finally got an edge on it.

- You sure did.

- Can you use it?

- I can try, do they ever feed you boys?

- Twice a day they push in some hog slop.

She's walking again.

- Who is?

- Ms. Dupree.

- Ms. Dupree?

- Yeah, she's a prisoner like we are.

- She is, is she?

[screaming]

- Give me the keys.

Get back, get back.

- Which way is the stairs?

- That way.

- Watch yourselves.

- Lookout!

[g*nshots]

- Mademoiselle Dupree.

- Monsieur Bowie!

- I heard you were up here.

- I should ban the beast.

I think he figured out I was trying to help you

I think he intends to k*ll me.

- Tell me about him later, let's get out of here.

- Before you leave, Mr. Bowie,

I should like the pleasure of engagement, knife to knife.

It's your own blade, monsieur.

I dislike taking unfair advantage.

- Stand back, mademoiselle.

[knives clashing]

- I knew the second mate on that ship.

It was no accident that k*lled Mark Melville,

he got a knife in the back.

- Yes, American, this one.

It was the ninth notch.

You see, I have a reputation, too.

You will be the tenth and the most famous

of all my victims.

- Keep bragging, Butcher.

[scuffling]

- I don't like to take unfair advantage, either.

- That was stupid of you, American.

I could so easily break your bones.

- Come right ahead.

- Get your things.

Wait a minute, I promised you I'd be grateful.

You said your heart's desire is

to return to France, isn't it?

- It was.

- Rubies, they're worth a fortune!

- That oughta pay your passage back to France.

- That is only my second choice, now.

- And your first?

- Don't you know, really?

- I'm nothing but trouble, Madeleine.

Nothing but trouble, you don't believe me?

Ask my mother.

[solemn choral vocalization]

- Why, Jim!

- [laughing] Hello, mama!

- Now then, just a minute.

Did you find Cousin Homer's boys?

- Yes I did, they're home safe and sound,

I just came from there.

- Oh, the Lord be praised, I knew you could do it, Jim.

- Oh, you did, huh?

I see you didn't take my name out of the bible.

- Oh, sure, you knew I couldn't do that.

- No, I didn't, I wasn't sure.

You can be pretty ornery sometimes.

- Are you alright?

- Yes I am, we broke up that g*ng of river pirates

and their leaders are in jail.

- And your 10,000 dollars, did you get it back?

- Well, most of it, I lost around a thousand, I'd say.

But it was worth it.

I learned two lessons on this trip.

- What lessons?

- Well, first you were right mama,

the Lord does move in a mysterious way,

his wonders to perform.

And second, there isn't an actress in New Orleans

as pretty as you.

- Why, Jim!

♪ Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie

♪ He was a fighter, a fearless

♪ And mighty adventurin' man!