02x13 - The Bridegroom

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♪ Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie

♪ He was a bold adventurer man

♪ Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie

♪ Battled for rife 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 adventurer man ♪

- I'm looking for the bully, the bully of the town.

Lean one, fat one, skinny one.

Who cares?

I'm spoiled in for a fight [chuckling]

I'm Bill Sedley and I can outrun,

outshoot, outfight any man in New Orleans.

Hey don't I know you?

What's your name?

- Polkenhorn.

- Come again.

- George John PolkenHorn, Baton Rouge.

- You look like a buck skin wearing,

knife rolling, rattlesnake named Jim Bowie,

who threw me at matches under the hill last spring.

Of course I was drunk.

- Oh you mean Jim Bowie,

well I attended his funeral in Opelousas last [mumbles]

Good riddance.

Bar keep, fill up a king sized flagon for Bill Sedley here.

- You're no Polkenhorn, you're Bowie.

How would you like to get your eyes gauged out?

- I said my name was George John Polkenhorn.

I'm a lumber up the river.

- Yeah, well you're gonna be a 'umber right here.

[chuckling] In your coffin.

- Good luck in the Gallop Pegasperg,

thanks for the offer.

[somber music]

[men laughing]

- A hundred dollars in gold to the man

that brings me back Jim Bowie alive.

[lively music]

- Oh sorry to intrude, your door was ajar.

Being chased by some river roughage.

- [Maurice] Come in monsieur.

My servant has been instructed to fire

if you do not obey.

- Huh?

- Well then that's time monsieur, come in.

[somber music]

Your eyes do not deceive you, monsieur.

There are pistols leveled at your heart.

Now if you are composed,

I presume you are ready for a wedding.

- A wedding, whose wedding?

- [Maurice] Yours, monsieur.

- My [laughing] whoa now, wait a minute.

There's been a little mistake here.

- Your bride, she is waiting for you.

- My bride [laughing]

What kind of place have I stumbled into here?

Where am I?

- It is the Maison Delacroix,

as you very well know, monsieur.

I have been expecting you all evening.

- No you haven't been expecting me, monsieur.

Neither you, nor a bride.

My name is Jim Bowie,

you heard me tell your servant how I got in here.

- Thank you for telling us your name, monsieur Bowie.

- Now listen, I'm telling you

I'm only here because I was being chased

by drunken flatboat men.

- Permit me to have my own ideas

on your reasons for being here.

Sit down, my dear nephew.

- Nephew.

- Sit down before I have you bound then tied.

Now I suggest you be agreeable.

A young man in pleasant conversation

with a man twice his age or thrice.

- You sent for me Monsieur Delacroix.

- Yes Nonny, the young man is here.

It is now 8 o'clock.

The wedding will be at midnight.

Tell me, how is my niece?

- Past the point of tears, monsieur.

More resigned perhaps.

My prayers with her have seemed to help.

- You all, heaven knows it was not my choosing,

but since she has brought it about,

she must carry it to be in.

You may arise, monsieur.

My niece has been awaiting your arrival

with even greater impatience than my own.

I shall now present you to her.

- Ma'am, believe me, I don't know this gentleman,

I don't know his niece,

I don't know what he's talking about.

- Monsieur Delacroix is not [mumbles]

- Nonny like everyone else in the Maison Delacroix,

deals only in facts.

This way monsieur.

- Well out of the frying pan, into the fire.

- I have brought your bridegroom to meet you.

Give him your pretty hand.

Look up at him, my dear.

It is good to be devout,

but it is necessary to be polite.

- Uncle this is not the man.

- She speaks the truth, monsieur.

This is the first time I've ever laid eyes on your niece.

- Well let us say it is never too late to begin.

Allison's father had little more acquaintance

with his own English wife before he married her.

Which proves that these arranged marriages

are often based.

Woman, you will go to Father Manet,

tell him I expect him here at midnight to perform a wedding.

On your way Nonny, at once.

- Uncle, there's not a girl of quality in all New Orleans

that would not fulfill death as a default.

Is it possible if you still think this is the man?

- Frankly I do.

- Monsieur you can't do this.

- Young woman, when you took it into your head

to dishonor the name of Delacroix,

you forfeited the right to question my design.

- But I'm-- - Silence.

As you boy, you know what has happened to this girl.

And you know what she just might do to see

that she is married without delay.

- I do not know what's happened to her.

- Are the few good [mumble] I found for you,

but if he is not the one, I do not care.

- Uncle-- - You mean to make

her marry me whether she wants to or not.

- If not you, then the next man who comes through my door.

Be kind to monsieur Bowie, Allison.

Your next groom may be less appetizing.

- Barred, every window in the house.

I know monsieur, perhaps you will tell me

the meaning of all this.

- I'll tell you, suppose you tell me.

I'm here completely by chance.

Mademoiselle, if I'm to help you,

you'd best tell me what this is all about.

- [mumbles] for nightmare.

- Well hurry please.

- My name is Allison Delacroix.

My parents are dead.

Last year my uncle brought me here from school in England.

A few months ago, a young man began

to kneel behind me at the cathedral

I could see that I pleased him.

One day, he passed me a letter,

that I brought home and read with delight.

Since then, he has written many.

I don't know how my uncle began to suspect,

but this morning, he met me as I came from mass with Nonny.

He took my hand into his own and forced it open.

- And found another letter, huh?

- Yes, one that said he would come tonight.

But if I would leave the door ajar,

we'd have two words upon the stair.

- And in your uncle's twisted mind,

that means dishonor for his noble name

and matrimony for you, is that right?

- So it would seem, monsieur.

He would inspect who comes through his door.

- Well the miserable old goat.

Wait a minute, it's all very simple.

Why don't we just send for you young man.

- How can we, I do not know his name.

- You don't know his name?

- No he always signed his notes, admirer.

- Well dog my cat.

- And even if we could find him,

he might not want to marry me.

- Now be quiet mademoiselle, let me think, let me think.

- By accepting his notes, I may have made myself

appear cheap in his eyes.

Even as if I have yours.

- Now be quiet a minute, let me think.

I'm trying to figure out a way

to get yourself safely married.

- Who would want to marry me after this?

- Why, your admirer, the man who signs himself admirer.

If I can find him.

- Ah young lovers.

- Monsieur Delacroix, I believe I have something to say

in the matter of this marriage.

- And there we disagree.

- Now if it had been offered to me freely,

I might have been glad to accept.

Allison's as good as she is lovely.

The last things are, I have the honor to refuse

and now I-- - Monsieur,

I am sure you do not understand clearly.

You perceive this chandelier.

If you find the distinct inclination

to depress my niece,

insurmountable I shall have you hang yourself by sunrise.

- I hardly think you will, monsieur.

- Believe me, monsieur.

It would be with the greatest regret

because it is not your death I desire.

But Allison's establishment in life.

However, it must come to that.

Do not regard me with anger, monsieur.

If we are to be related through marriage,

we might as well be friends.

- Friends.

Who'd want to be friends with a misplaced relic like him?

Had my heels kicking from the chandelier.

Well I'll see about.

Hey wait a minute, don't seem to be any bars

up there on that skylight.

Maybe I could climb up here and get out.

- You may leave monsieur,

I cannot, my young man said he'd be here.

I must receive him when he arrives.

- Meantime, what happens if your uncle

brings in some rascal from the street?

- I'd doubt if he'd marry a girl who was dead.

- Allison...

- It is what I have decided.

- Now listen, you go on back in the chapel

and continue with your praying.

I'll find your admirer for you.

[somber music]

- Somehow I think you will find him, monsieur.

- If you're lying, I'll k*ll you on the spot.

Is this the house?

[laughing]

Take him back, I'll bring Bowie.

Hurry up Bowie.

Don't keep your coffin waiting.

[laughing]

Get him!

- Forgive the intrusion, Father.

Being chased by river roughage.

Now you don't know me, my name's Jim--

- Bowie.

[laughing] I've been expecting you

ever since Nonny was here.

Please sit down, my son.

She told me about the unhappy events

at the home of my friend Delacroix.

- Your friend, well Father you're welcome.

I'm on a consume with his niece.

Now you just can't marry her off to a man

not of her own choice.

- Who said I was going to, Mr. Bowie?

- Well you are expected there midnight, aren't you?

To perform the marriage ceremony.

- I know, when I decline, they'll doubtless try

to arrange a civil ceremony.

- And you can just sit there and do nothing.

- [chuckling] I can sit here and pray, Mr. Bowie.

The lord will send an answer.

- By midnight, Father?

- Perhaps he has already sent an answer.

You, Mr. Bowie.

- Well what can I do?

- You can find her young man.

His name is Rene Bulot.

- Oh you know him.

- But of course, he is the son of the Marquise Bulot.

She lives at 534 Rue De Conti.

- 534-- - Shall I go with you?

- No, no Father, I think it's best

that you go and visit your friend, Delacroix.

Try to make him understand,

this is 1830, and that's the Mississippi

back of his house, not a moat.

[laughing]

[men chattering in background]

- [Man] I'm sure Bowie went in here.

- Sounds like my friends are back out there again.

Father is there another way out here?

- This will lead you to an alley.

Hence, the 534 Rue De Conti.

Give them Marquise my blessing.

- Well don't give mine to the old gentleman.

[laughing]

- I am sorry Monsieur Bowie.

But I rather think that my son would prefer

that his whereabouts remain unknown this evening.

- No thank you.

But Madam, it's very important that I find him.

- Does your coming from Father Manet

indicate that my son's impetuous courtship is not approved?

Well I warned him, that his manner of visiting Allison

this evening might lead to trouble.

- Your son called on Allison this evening?

- [speaking French] Isn't he romantic?

- But when, I mean what time, madam?

- Shortly after dinner.

Oh monsieur, the agonies that the young people

may suffer during the tribulations of love.

You tell me now, why is it that Father Manet

is so urgently wanting to see my son?

- Well you guessed it correctly, Madam.

It concerns the marriage.

[speaking French]

- What is it, monsieur?

- Oh, the news must be getting around fast.

It's from Rene's bachelor friends.

Warning him not to get married without hosting a party.

[speaking French]

- How strangely these things are done in America.

- Yeah, even more strangely than you'd imagine, Madam.

And now if you'll excuse me,

good night.

[somber music]

[men laughing]

- [Man] Turn around, you miserable scum.

- Now I warned you, this will be dangerous.

- If you won't let me pay my debt in gold,

then this is the only way I can pay off.

Pericles, I'm grateful.

- Don't you understand, your sons of alligators.

He's the son of a noble lady,

worth a thousand dollars.

[men laughing]

- [mumble] him? - I do, my friend.

Come on.

[men laughing]

- Up, you miserable scum.

I'm lookin' for the bully.

The bully of the town [laughing]

- I'm looking for the bully.

Bully of the town.

I'm looking for the bully.

For the bully came be found.

- Bowie.

- And when I walk the levy rand,

I'm lookin' for the bully of the town.

- Well if it ain't that bath and pollet

I aim to skin and pluck.

You here to fight me, Bowie?

- I'm here to fight you, Sedley.

- No holds bar, Bowie.

- No holds bar, Sedley.

- Bill, Bill Sedley.

Bill, Bill, they're taking him away.

- [Man] Ow!

[somber music]

- I'll have this thing fixed for you, monsieur.

- Fancy.

- Where are Allison and Father Manet?

- In the chapel, at prayer.

- Oh well I suppose you know by now,

that Rene Bulot's blood is as blue as your own.

The boy and his mother will be here in a minute.

So your precious wedding can take place on schedule.

- It will be the first wedding performed

in four generations, not by a Cardinal.

- Oh well send Allison and Rene to Rome

and let history repeat itself.

You know monsieur, it's about time you realize

where you are and what year this is.

May I present La Marquise, Christine Teres Bulot,

daughter of the Duke of Civil

and her son, Rene Bulot, plain America.

- La Maison Delacroix is [mumble] Madam.

Monsieur. - Hello, monsieur.

[opera music]

- Yes I have much to be thankful for, Bowie.

- I thought you'd be kind of pleased about this, sir.

- I am, but de fortune had been cruel.

And I should have had to settle for a peasant like you.

- Yes that's right.

Why you old goat.

I'll have you know the Bowies came from

the finest [mumbles]