01x34 - The Intruder

[bunniefuu]

[knife thwacks]

♪ 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 fighter, a fearless and mighty adventurin' man ♪

♪ Paddle wheels churning up the old Mississippi ♪

♪ Out of Memphis town - [Narrator] In 1830,

all along the Mississippi and its 58 navigable tributaries,

every boy had one great ambition,

to become the pilot of a steamboat.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

- [Narrator] The pilot was the great man of the river.

And the hero of every boy, rich or poor.

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

- Aunt Marie?

I've just come to a decision.

I shall not study for the law,

I shall be a steamboat pilot.

- Indeed.

- In which case, I see no necessity

for the further study of algebra.

- Oh.

- I do, and you'll get at it right now.

Up to your room. [Jim laughs]

Come, come now.

We must hurry to the theater.

- Someday I shall escape from this tyranny.

I'm grateful for your gift of the steamboat, Jim.

- Well next time Captain Bixby's in town with Cherokee,

we'll visit him and go aboard it.

- [speaks in foreign language] Could we?

- Yes, if we're up on our algebra.

- You too.

- Good night.

- Good night.

[Jim laughs]

- Thank you, Scipio.

Hey, how do you like my new hat?

I just got this from London.

- Very becoming.

- Jim, come quick, a burglar!

Come, in Aunt Marie's room, I saw him!

- Stop, thief!

[g*n fires]

[vase clatters]

[burglar thuds]

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh - Is that the burglar?

♪ Oh oh oh oh ah - Well it's just a boy.

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

- Not too serious.

Bump on the head, sprained ankle.

No broken bones.

- Alright, come on, get out of there.

Let's go.

- Go where?

- To the police.

- Oh, must you?

- What else?

Come on, let's go, come on.

- There may be a slight concussion.

He shouldn't be moved until we're sure.

Can't you take him in the morning?

- Well he can't stay here tonight, with Marie and Francois.

- Oh, we will be quite alright.

Scipio can stand guard.

- I'll come by in the morning.

Good night.

- Good night doctor.

- Good night doctor, thank you.

- I've never before had an opportunity

to observe a genuine criminal.

- You can observe him tomorrow.

Shouldn't we notify his parents?

- How can we?

He won't answer any questions.

Alright, I'll stand guard myself.

Now look, sonny boy.

You stay right there in that bed

if you know what's good for you,

understand? ♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

- Well, I'm sorry about our theater.

- Jim, he won't have to go to jail, will he?

- Well now, look at this.

Brand new hat, right in front.

Look.

- He won't, will he?

- Well I paid $30 for this hat.

Had it sent all the way from London.

He won't what?

- Won't have to go to jail.

- Well that's where criminals usually go, isn't it?

- Oh, but he's only a little boy.

- Two inches lower, and he'd have k*lled me.

- Yes, I know.

You're right.

Well, good night.

- No, that's ruined.

I can't wear this hat.

I've never paid $30 for a hat before in my life.

Oh, good night Marie.

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Oh lo do dum

♪ Do do da dum

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh

♪ Oh oh oh

♪ Do do do do do do

♪ Fo loo loo

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Fo lo lo lo

♪ Fo lo lo lo lo lo

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo

♪ Lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo lo

- Oh, you're back quick Mr. Bowie.

- Has the doctor been yet?

- Been here and gone.

- Oh, is boy ready?

Good morning, Marie.

Is the boy ready?

- Yes.

- Huh?

What's this for?

- For your hat.

Isn't that what it cost?

$30?

- Oh, yeah, but I don't want this.

- I should like you to order a new hat.

From London.

Then maybe you won't be so hard and cruel.

- Hard and?

What are you talking about?

- Well just because he shot a hole in your hat,

you want to ruin his life?

Well I won't allow it.

It's not his fault.

No child that age is bad.

And he's hurt, the poor lamb.

- Poor lamb?

He's a housebreaker, he's a burglar.

- Well anyone but a monster could see

that he's had no one to care for him.

His clothes are filthy, and he won't take a bath.

And he won't drink his milk, and now Francois

won't drink his. - Is that my fault?

- You didn't have to knock him off a balcony.

And cut his head and sprain his ankle and--

- Look, he took a shot at me, he could've k*lled me.

Am I a monster if I defend myself?

- Well it's monstrous to throw that little boy

into jail with hardened criminals.

- Alright.

But I'm warning you, I will not be responsible

for anything that may happen.

- Something's burning.

- Something is burning.

- Hey, come back here with my pipe.

You can't do that.

Hey, stop.

You got no right to do that.

You're a blasted robber, that's what.

- I'm worse than that, sonny boy.

I'm a monster.

Now get up.

- What are you gonna do?

♪ Ooh ooh

- What's your name, sonny boy?

Oh, poor boy hasn't got a name.

Well Francois, it just looks like

we'll have to give him one, won't we?

How about, well let's see, how about Angelique?

- Or Priscilla maybe.

- Oh yes, Priscilla.

- My name is Spud.

- Where do you live, Spud?

Your mother might be worried.

Haven't got one.

- Well your father then.

Alright.

Come on, get into bed.

You'll just have to stay here

and go to school with Francois.

- School?

- That's right.

Instead of loping around the river,

breaking into people's houses,

why you might even have to amount to something.

- School.

My pa says schools don't learn you nothin'.

He says it ain't natural for a kid

to be locked up in school.

He says that ain't no way to live.

- And how should one live?

- Free as the birds, he says.

Go where you wanna go, do what you wanna do.

And don't let nobody tell you nothin'.

- And what do you do?

- Oh, go fishin', huntin', float down the river.

Roll in for a swim when we feel like it.

- Gosh.

- Sure, and no women to make you mind your manners

or tell you to stop your cussin' or smokin'.

Go down and get my pipe, will ya?

- I don't think I should.

- You scared of that Jim?

- No.

It's just that I like him, and I want him to like me.

- Why?

- Because he's a great man.

- What's so great about him?

- Many things.

He's fought the grizzly bear with just a knife.

He's fought the Indians, too.

- I bet my pa can lick him.

- [Francois] I'd make a wager on that.

- [Spud] Well Hagar could anyway.

- [Francois] Who's Hagar?

- [Spud] You mean to tell me you've never

heard of Hagar's Landing down on the river?

- No thank you, Jim.

- Drink it!

- Oh yes, sir.

♪ Ba dum, ba dum, ba da

♪ Doo doo doo doo ♪ Da da

♪ Ba dum ba dum ba da

♪ Doo doo doo doo

♪ Ba da ♪ Doo doo

♪ Ba dum ba da

♪ Dum da dum da dum

♪ Oh oh

♪ Do do do do oh oh

♪ Ooh ooh - How's that?

- Now his parents.

♪ Oh oh

♪ Do do do do

♪ Oh oh oh

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

[water babbling] - Your name Hagar?

- And if it was?

- You know a boy named Spud?

- And if I did?

- I'm lookin' for his father.

- What for?

- To tell him what's happened to his son.

- You ain't no constable.

- That's obvious.

- Hey Morgan.

Fella here to see ya about your kid.

- You.

You're his father?

Oh no you don't, come back.

- You let me go, I ain't done nothin'.

- No, you ain't done nothin'.

You just sent your son to rob a house,

and then run off and left him, that's all.

- He ain't hurt bad, is he?

He ain't dead?

- No.

I oughta turn you in to the police.

But I won't.

- Why not?

Because I'd have to turn the boy in too.

- You ain't goin' to?

- You think I'd throw him in jail with hardened criminals?

Why no boy that age is bad.

It's not his fault.

- Just you wait a minute, what are you gonna do with him?

- I'm not sure.

- Well look, I want him back.

I'm comin' for him.

- Not to that house, you're not.

- You can't take a man's boy away from him.

I think there's laws about that.

- From a father like you, I can,

and there's laws about that too.

One thing's for sure.

He's not comin' back here.

Or you're not fit to be that kid's father.

- No, you can't.

He's my boy.

He's all I got.

[horse hooves clop]

Well he can't do that.

Can he Hagar?

- Don't worry.

Everything's gonna work out just fine.

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh

[chorus humming]

- Doot, doot.

Full speed ahead.

- Half speed, captain.

This here passage is dangerous.

- As you wish, monsieur pilot.

Doot, doot, doot.

Half speed.

- Hey, watch that snag.

- Jim, Aunt Marie.

You can be members of my crew.

- Wow, are you always the captain?

- Always.

Because Monsieur Morgan is always my pilot.

The pilot is the most important man on the river.

- Oh yeah, that reminds me.

I just heard about an opportunity

for a young boy who wants to learn the river.

Become a pilot.

- Oh, and what is that?

- Well, Captain Bixby, he wants a new

cabin boy for the Cherokee.

- I myself plan to enter into

one of the learning professions.

But it might be something for Spud to consider.

- Spud?

Oh, no no.

I don't think Spud would want a job like that.

- Why not?

- Oh, you know.

He'd have to learn to read, and study, and work hard.

- He could do that.

- He'd have to keep clean and neat.

No stealin'.

No lyin', no cussin'.

Probably no smokin'.

Oh, no.

No, Spud wouldn't want a job like that.

Spud, he has to be free as the birds.

Well, see you later boys.

- Aw, who wants to be a pilot anyway?

- You do.

You said you did.

- I do not, now go away and leave me alone.

[birds chirping]

- Psst.

Spud boy.

Open the gate.

Oh yeah, Spud boy.

I say, ain't this just nice?

Look, you been keepin' your eyes open, ain't you Spud?

You know where everything good is, now don't you?

- I ain't seen much, Pa.

- Well Spud boy, you better start lookin'.

'Cause when me and Hagar come back tonight,

- Tonight?

- Well you didn't think we was gonna

leave you here stranded, now did ya?

When all is asleep, we'll come back and whistle.

Then you come down and let us in.

- Listen, Pa, I--

- Oh, I see.

You've kinda taken a likin' to this kinda life, is that it?

- It's not so bad.

- Oh look at you, all washed up and clean,

wearin' those sissy clothes.

Now Spud boy, where's your pipe?

- They took it away from me.

- See, see, I told you.

First thing you know, they're gonna put you in school.

Gonna be readin' and writin' in those books,

is that what you want?

- No Pa, but I--

- Spud boy, you wanna leave me?

Why?

Did I ever give you cause for tears,

or make you do somethin' you didn't wanna do?

- No, Pa.

- Of course not.

You've gotta live free like we always done,

like we're always gonna do.

Now Spud boy, I always done my best for ya.

Maybe it just weren't good enough.

Maybe you like that Bowie, that Bowie fella better.

- No I don't, Pa. - Well then you just buck up.

You're gonna be yourself.

You'll see, once you get back on that river.

Now we're gonna come back and finish the job we started.

You gonna be ready?

Good.

Then we'll go down the river for a spell

and do a little fishin' in that gulf.

And we'll catch us great big turtles.

Now you just do your part, Spud boy.

Bye son.

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

- Spud, Spud!

Jim Bowie has brought Captain Bixby to see you.

- Nah, go tell him I'm sick.

- But Spud.

It is perhaps to make you his cabin boy.

- I don't wanna be a cabin boy, now go on and get out.

♪ Ooh ooh loo, loo loo loo loo

[Morgan whistles]

♪ Loo loo loo

♪ Loo loo loo loo

♪ Lo lo lo

♪ Lo lo lo lo

♪ Lo lo lo

- Go around the front. ♪ Lo lo lo lo

♪ Lo lo

♪ Lo lo lo lo lo lo

♪ Lo lo lo lo

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪

- Alright, you tell us where, son.

- Pa, don't take anything.

They've been good to me.

- Looks who's friends with the nabobs now, will ya.

- Now listen to me boy.

A man don't get a chance like this very often.

It's too good to miss.

- Yeah.

And you ain't comin' back with us

without you earnin' your own keep.

- I don't wanna come back with you.

I'll yell.

- You do, and it'll be your last yell.

- You let him be.

Listen son.

You ain't thinkin' of desertin' your own pa, are ya?

You're my boy.

- [Spud] Oh, alright Pa.

I'll do whatever you say.

- That's good son.

Now you show us where.

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ♪

♪ Do do, lo lo lo lo

♪ Do, oh lo lo lo lo lo

♪ Lo oh oh oh dum da dum

♪ Dum da do lo

♪ Do do do

♪ Lo lo ♪ Do do do do do

♪ Lo ♪ Do do do do

♪ Lo lo lo ♪ Do do do do do

♪ Do do da dum da dum

♪ Do do do do do do do

♪ Do do do do do do do do

♪ Do do do do do do do do

♪ Do do do do do do do

♪ Do do do oh oh [horse hooves clopping]

♪ Do do do oh oh

- We'd better hurry.

Bowie knows to come here.

- You want your share, don't ya?

- He come.

It's Bowie.

- Get out your knife.

♪ Do do do do do do do ♪ Dum doo doo dum

♪ Dum doo doo dum

♪ Do do do do do ♪ Dum doo doo dum

♪ Do oh

- [Spud] Jim, look out!

- Ow!

[slap] - Oh!

- Ugh.

[punch] - Oh.

[Morgan wretches]

- m*rder!

- Oof

[punch]

[water babbling]

[punch]

[slap]

[water babbling]

- I'm sorry boy.

Your friend Bowie was right.

You'd be better [sighs].

- Pa.

Pa.

[crying] Maybe he wasn't no great man,

but, but he, he was my pa.

♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ah

♪ Paddle wheels churning up the old Mississippi ♪

♪ Out of Memphis town

- He'll have to mind his Ps and Qs.

Study hard.

- Oh, he will Captain, he will.

- Keep the cabins clean, everything neat.

You'll learn every inch of the river

from New Orleans to St. Louis and beyond.

If he's to become a pilot.

- Our full confidence he will do so, Captain Bixby.

- One thing more.

The last boy I had, I had to let him go.

- Why sir?

- He smoked a corn cob pipe.

- Smelliest thing I ever smelled.

You wouldn't happen to have a corn cob pipe

in your pocket, would ya?

- Well, but.

No sir.

- It's mine, Captain.

- Well then, I reckon he'll do.

♪ River boats churnin' up the old Mississippi ♪

♪ Old paddle wheels take my dreams along ♪

♪ Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie

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