02x24 - Ursula

[bunniefuu]

♪ Jim Bowie Jim Bowie

♪ He was a bold adventuring man ♪

♪ Jim Bowie Jim Bowie

♪ Battled for rights 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 ♪

- When I was in San Antonio, Texas

in the spring of 1828, I met for the first time

the girl who was to be my future wife.

Ursula de Veramendi was the daughter

of the former alcalde of San Antonio,

revered and respected as senior citizen of northern Mexico,

and soon to become vice governor of Texas and coal wheeler.

Our meeting you might say was something of an accident.

[Ursula screams]

[dramatic vocal music]

Whoa whoa whoa!

[dramatic vocal music]

You all right senorita?

- Si senor.

- How frightful for you, senorita.

It could have been a tragedy.

- It was nothing, Esteban.

Gracias senor.

- Ursula, Ursula [speaks foreign language].

Oh, Esteban, amigo.

So brave, so quick to the rescue!

- It was not Esteban, Papa.

It was this one.

- Oh, 1,000 pardons senor.

- Simple act of humanity, sir, nothing more.

- More than that to me, senor.

- Oh Ursula.

[speaks foreign language]

- How can I ever thank you?

- Well Senor de Veramendi, you could thank me

by granting me an audience.

- My door is open to all, senor.

- To all except me, apparently.

I've been cooling my heels in your waiting room

for the better part of a week now.

- Your name, senor?

- Bowie sir, James Bowie.

♪ Bowie Bow

- I will receive you tomorrow, Senor Bowie,

after the hour of siesta.

[pleasant vocal music]

- What's going on out there?

- Oh, they are the suitors to senorita Ursula.

Don Juan's older daughter.

They are playing the bear.

- Playing the bear?

- Si senor, it is the custom with my people.

When a young man wishes to prove his devotion

to a young lady, he usually manages to look like

a bear at the end of a chain.

[Jim laughs]

- Why they look more like the dogs at flat time.

- Well look who's here,

the champion knife fighter of New Orleans.

Hiya Bowie. - Hi.

- Pete, you know Jim Bowie here don't ya?

- Yeah, I suspect we've seen each other around.

- Hello.

- You take my advice, Bowie,

you'll have no truck with these Mexicans.

Why they'll steal the shirt off your back,

unless you're slick enough to rob 'em first.

- Take your hands off of me, soldier boy

or I'll bust your head open.

- Oh now let's not overstay our welcome, Pete.

Better keep that knife handy, Bowie.

- Come inside.

Friends of yours, senor?

- I'm a fortunate man, senor.

I'm rich in friends.

- Be seated, senor. - Thank you.

- It might be of interest to you to know

that your two friends have been caught

with forged papers of citizenship.

They were attempting to acquire Mexican land

through bribery and coercion.

I have been studying your records, senor.

- My record?

- Yes, as former alcalde of San Antonio,

I am officiating for my successor

who is in Mexico on matters of state.

You have led a very active life, senor.

- Well, you crowd a man's life

into two or three pages like that,

and anybody's gonna look kinda busy.

- The filibuster Long, the pirate Lafitte,

the political spy General Sam Houston.

These are not men, senor, who are dedicated

to a life of contemplation.

- Any mention of Audubon the painter,

or Edwin Forest the Shakespearean actor,

or Pierre Derbigny, the governor of Louisiana?

- No.

- Oh, it seems to me senor that your passing judgment on me

before you ask me why I'm here.

- Why are you here, senor?

- On business.

To make a little money.

You're not against making money are ya?

- No, of course not,

but we do not like the North Americans

who run away with all the profits.

We like men who will stay here and help

in the development of our country.

- That's exactly my proposition.

Now this land you own senor, near Saltillo

is the largest cotton producing area in the country.

Now you tell me what you do

with the cotton after it's picked.

- Why we send it to your country

to the textile mills in New England.

- That's right.

Why don't you have your own mill?

- My own mill in Saltillo?

- Forgive me, your excellency.

A matter of grave urgency.

[speaks foreign language]

- Excuse me.

[pleasant vocal music]

♪ There's something so rare and strange in the air ♪

♪ The world is so fair and bright ♪

♪ For magic is here

♪ And someone is near

♪ Whose presence is sheer delight ♪

♪ Yet none can explain

♪ This pleasure and pain

♪ Nor what it is fashioned of

♪ For there is no cure

♪ And all must endure

♪ The sweet

♪ Sweet enchantment of love

- My name's Jim, what's yours?

- Teresa. - Teresa huh?

Well now we've been formally introduced,

there's no point in being shy.

- I am not supposed to be out here spying on them.

- [Jim] What's going on?

- Ursula is receiving her admirers.

It is the hour of calling.

She is my big sister.

- They don't seem to be having

a very good time in there, do they?

- Oh no, senor.

Mama says courtship is serious.

She says Ursula should be very pleased

so many bravos are playing the bear for her.

She says Ursula must be serious too.

- I guess you'd rather be out riding your pony, wouldn't ya?

- Si.

- Me too.

- But Ursula says I will like it someday.

She thinks I'm awfully young,

but I'm really only a little younger.

- You look quite old to me.

- Do I?

- You sure do.

And pretty too.

Pretty enough to play a bear for.

[Teresa giggles]

Now what's so funny?

- You senor, suddenly I saw you

in my mind, playing the bear.

- Aw and you think I'd look silly huh?

- Oh senor, I didn't mean--

- Well I'll have you know that I can play bear

as well as any bravo in San Antonio.

As a matter of fact, I'll prove it right now.

Here, you watch.

[pleasant vocal music]

[sniffs deeply]

[Teresa giggles]

[Teresa gasps]

Oh do not spurn me, do not reject me

oh my beloved, oh my fairest one.

[speaks foreign language] Oh my dear...

Oh my lord.

- To your room, Teresa, and remain there.

- Very charming girl, your daughter sir.

Very, very intelligent.

- We were speaking of a textile mill, senor.

- Yes sir.

- Now to build such a mill would take considerable money.

- I have the financial means.

- There are official obstacles for foreigners.

You would have to be sponsored.

- I had entertained the hope

that you would be my sponsor.

- Listen to me carefully, senor.

A few moments ago, Capitan Flores,

son of my dearest friend, died in my arms.

Bayoneted a dozen times, his face battered

beyond recognition by the butt of a r*fle.

Savagely m*rder*d by the two Americanos

who call you friend.

These two cold-blooded K*llers

are now at large, free to roam our state.

- I deeply regret this, sir.

- Do you wonder, senor, that I do not welcome

a notorious knife fighter as a business partner?

- I have here letters of reference

from senators, merchants, businessmen, and farmers

all the way from Boston to New Orleans.

These letters are valuable to me,

so I'll return for them tomorrow.

This is my only weapon, senor.

It shall remain in your keeping

as long as I'm in San Antonio.

[pleasant vocal music]

[speaks foreign language]

- I, Esteban Morales Calderon,

as well as my friends and the family of

Don Juan de Veramendi

consider ourselves to have been ridiculed

and insulted by you, senor.

I have been permitted the honor of calling you out.

Yours is the choice of weapons.

- Well I thank you for the privilege, senor,

but for reasons of my own I'm afraid I'll have to decline.

- Then I will brand you a coward, senor.

- Brand me anything you wish.

If it makes you happy, go right ahead, you're welcome.

- You will leave San Antonio at once.

- I'll leave San Antonio when I'm good and ready,

and not before.

[knocking]

- [Ursula] Please Teresa, give me my mantilla.

- You lookin' for this, senorita?

- This one sister is my caballero.

- Coming Teresa?

- I feel it would be rude to leave our guest.

- What are you doing in my father's office, senor?

- Oh, well I came about certain letters of reference

I left here with him.

- But my father is obviously not here.

- Yes I know, but I was hoping to find somebody

who'd tell me when he would be here.

- Oh Papa is out hunting

for the murderers of Captain Flores.

He won't be back for a long time.

- Oh, I see.

Well, thank you senorita.

- Ursula!

And what is the meaning of this?

- I'm sorry Mama, Teresa,

that is I was looking for my mantilla.

- Here?

- It is my fault, Mama.

I was teasing her.

- I see.

Go to your rooms, both of you.

Make certain they do not lose their way, Tia Ana.

It seems they have already lost their senses.

- Come come girls, come quick.

[speaks foreign language]

- Senora, I must apologize if I caused you

or your daughters any embarrassment.

Good day.

- My husband's position makes it necessary

for him to receive every sort of person,

but when these persons invade my patio

and take liberties with my daughters,

I feel it's my duty to protest.

- Well I guess we Americans don't have much

in the way of culture,

but the way I figure it we make up for it

by being friendly,

and by having a sense of humor about things

instead of a sense of snobbery.

Good day.

[pleasant vocal music]

- You are leaving San Antonio, Senor Bowie, now.

- On whose orders?

- On the orders of the alcalde.

[pleasant vocal music]

It's almost the time for resting, amigos.

There's a likely place.

[pleasant vocal music]

Get behind the straw.

Greetings, excellency.

- What happened here, senor?

- [Esteban] Oh some friends and I are hunting game.

We turned in here to rest the horses and ourselves.

- We seek the two murderers of Capitan Flores.

They were seen in this area.

- Well we have seen nothing, excellency.

Not even a pigeon.

[speaks foreign language]

- So the alcalde would approve of my exile huh?

- Spare yourself further doubt senor

by giving me the honor of k*lling your fair comeback.

Knives, pistols, swords.

The choice senor is entirely yours.

- I'm a notorious coward.

k*lling me would be a dubious honor.

- Do not joke, senor.

- All right then, I've given my word

that I'd commit no violence while I was here.

- It's like giving up one's honor.

Whom did you give your word to?

- To Don Juan.

- But why?

- That's my business and I'm going back

to finish it right now.

- There are pistols on you, senor.

You stay where you are.

- Those soldiers are still within the sound of a shot.

You're not gonna pull the triggers.

- Drop your pistols, gents.

All right fancy, now untie my friend.

Get over there.

With you siding with us partner,

we ain't gonna have any trouble getting to the border.

- Well thanks, but I'm not sure I'm ready to leave just yet.

- I don't get you, Bowie.

If this ain't trouble, what is it?

- I'm not in half the trouble you two are.

- I don't savvy.

You mean you're turning down our help?

- Look I'm obliged to thank you for freeing me,

but I'm not obliged to keep you company.

- Just a minute.

You don't think I'm gonna leave these three here alive

together to gather together a posse do ya?

- No I figured that's the way you'd figure.

- Well Bowie, if you ain't with us you're again' us.

- You fire that p*stol and you'll never make it.

- Knives don't make no noise.

You oughta know that by now, Bowie.

[g*n fires]

- [Jim] No, no!

- You're right.

Felipe, help me bind him with a rope.

- You cover him.

[hooves clopping]

Senor, I believe these are

the two murderers you're looking for.

[triumphant vocal music]

- Ordinarily senor, the organization of a partnership

such as ours is a long and complicated matter.

But, with my wife and myself acting as sponsors,

it should be less trouble.

- Senor, how can I possibly thank you?

- By using the period of waiting

to find a suitable location for our textile mill, senor.

- I will sir, I will.

I'll start right away.

Senora, senor.

- Oh one moment.

Have you not forgotten something?

- Huh?

- What if you should have a chance encounter

with b*nditos or Comanches?

- But not with San Antonians huh?

[both chuckle]

- Since the incident with the prisoners,

you are a friend as well as a hero.

- Thank you.

Senor, senora.

Your trust is my greatest honor.

[speaks foreign language]

[pleasant vocal music]

- Oh don't stop for me, gentlemen.

I think it's a fine old Spanish custom,

and may the best bear win.

Senor.

Senor.

[pleasant vocal music]

♪ No heart can explain

♪ This pleasure and pain

♪ Nor what it is fashioned of

♪ For there is no cure

♪ And all must endure

♪ The sweet

♪ Sweet enchantment

♪ Of love

♪ Jim Bowie Jim Bowie

♪ He was a fighter a fearless and mighty adventuring man ♪