02x16 - Mexican Adventure

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♪ Jim Bowie Jim Bowie

♪ He was a bold adventurin' 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 adventurin' man ♪

- Children, out.

[speaks foreign language]

How much longer must I put up with this padre?

- Sh, he will hear you!

- Let him, they must go.

Think of the children.

- But I'm in business with Capitan Lafitte.

- Business, smuggling.

I certainly should have stayed in Chihuahua.

- Would you have deprived yourself of me and the children?

Think of your loss, mamita. - Eh.

[man chuckles] - We first heard about it

through a Dr. McDougal in New Orleans.

Poinsett studied medicine with him

before he went into diplomatic service.

They both had a mutual interest in botany,

and Poinsett always used to send him

rare plants from his various posts.

- Get to the point.

- Well, two weeks ago, Dr. McDougal

received a Mexican cactus of some kind or another

with a note in the bottom of the pot.

- Ah, a note.

There is always a note.

- [Jim] It said that he was being

held prisoner by Santa Ana.

- Why?

- Why, I don't know what difference does that make?

An American diplomat's life is at stake.

- Leave him be, Bowie and come with me.

By morning we'll be 50 miles out at sea,

beyond the hearing of the church bells.

- I'm telling ya, Andy Jackson wants Poinsett.

- Jackson, Jackson, Jackson.

Always Jackson.

I have discharged my duty to Jackson.

- Have you Lafitte, have ya?

- Gonzalez.

Send my bag to the ship.

- Si capitan, vaya con dios.

- Goodbye, Gonzalez.

Come boy, I'll take you to Manga de Clavo.

- What's that?

- Santa Ana's hacienda.

- Oh, why didn't you say so?

[pleasant vocal music]

- Senor Gonzalez? - Si.

- I am Juan Martin, you knew my father Sebastian.

- Si, si, what's the matter?

- In heaven's name I beg for shelter.

My wife Lolita, she can go no farther.

- [Gonzalez] But why are you not at home?

- I have no home.

Today Santa Ana's soldiers came to recruit me for the army.

I did not want to go, so I hid in the barranca.

It made them very angry when they could not find me,

so they burned everything.

- That's a true disaster, but what can I do? I have no room.

- My wife is with child, senor.

- But-- - heartless!

We still have the stables.

At least you will be out of the cold.

Come with me, I'll show you.

- Gracias senora, gracias.

[speaks foreign language]

- Come on, get the blankets.

[men chattering]

- They are celebrating Christmas.

- Look at the upstairs window.

Come on, let's try there.

[men chattering, laughing]

[singing in foreign language]

Are you Mr. Poinsett?

- Who are you? - Bowie.

- Jim Bowie? - That's right sir.

- And this? - Jean Lafitte.

- Ah, the pirate. - Oui monsieur.

We are taking you to New Orleans.

- New Orleans, how do I know that?

- Well you don't sir, you'll just have to trust us.

You ready to go?

- An adventurer and a pirate?

Wouldn't I be stepping out of the frying pan into the fire?

- I don't like his attitude, Bowie.

- Shh.

- Leave him here, come.

- Just a minute.

Mr. Poinsett?

You sent a note to Dr. McDougal in New Orleans

underneath a cactus plant.

- He received it? - Yes sir.

- Did it reach President Jackson?

- It reached Sam Houston and he reached me.

Just in time to spoil my Christmas.

- [Jean] And mine.

[footsteps thudding]

[men chattering]

- Good evening senor. - General.

- You are still angry at Santa Ana huh?

- [Poinsett] I'm angry at all enemies of democracy.

- But I have told you, I am a friend of democracy.

For a mere $50,000, I will throw my full influence

behind the liberal forces

which you advocate so persistently.

- United States of America

will pay no money for bribes.

- And you will not even write a letter

and let President Jackson make the decision himself?

- Not one line will I write.

- Then unfortunately, I must ask you

to remain here as my guest.

- Are you sure that you understand the consequences

of kidnapping a minster of the United States?

- I won't even try to think about it tonight.

Oh come man, put away that pomposity.

This is for suppertime.

Then we show you what a soldier's Christmas is like.

There are many beautiful women downstairs

that will warm your cold Yankee blood.

- The temperature of my blood

is quite comfortable, thank you.

And I warn you, if you give me

the opportunity I shall escape.

- Go ahead, do your utmost.

But you will not get far.

Veracruz is my state, my army is everywhere.

- Everywhere but Mexico City.

- Tomorrow, the next day.

It is inevitable.

You see, it is ridiculous to resist me.

- The government troops will stop you.

- Where are they, under the table?

In back of the tapestry?

Or perhaps behind this door?

Another American huh?

- Two, monsieur.

- Welcome to my hacienda, senores.

I am General Santa Ana.

- Well general, we've come for Mr. Poinsett.

- For this cold little fish of a man?

[general laughs]

[glass tinkles]

[muffled singing]

- They've heard the noise.

They're coming upstairs.

- k*ll 'em Bowie, it'll save you trouble.

- Come on, let's go.

[speaks foreign language]

[dramatic vocal music]

[speaks foreign language]

- Block off the harbor!

[dramatic vocal music]

[hooves clopping]

- They're headed for the harbor.

We are cut off.

- Back to the inn.

- Now you see the results of your sentimentality.

The inn will look like a church.

I shall never forgive you for this, Bowie.

- Come on, let's go.

- Panchito, go get the priest.

[speaks foreign language]

- Is she going to die?

- Mary mother of Jesus,

my name is Juan Martin.

My wife Lolita, she is having a baby in a stable.

Just as it was with you.

The stable to which three wise men came.

[pleasant vocal music]

[speaks foreign language]

- We are in a little trouble, Gonzalez.

Santa Ana has placed a guard on the harbor.

- And we'd like very much to stay here.

- Oh but certainly, senors.

You can join the posada.

[speaks foreign language]

- Benito, go to the harbor and find out what's happening.

- Where are we Bowie, what is this place?

- It's an inn.

It belongs to Mr. Gonzalez here.

We'll be safe.

Oh Mr. Gonzalez, this is Joel Poinsett,

the American minister to Mexico.

- Oh the American minister in my humble inn?

Is this true senor?

- Must we stay here Bowie, can't we make a run for it?

- We wouldn't stand a chance.

Those soldiers would have us in two minutes.

We stay here.

- Are you presuming to give me orders sir?

- Yes sir, until I get you safely back to New Orleans.

Now sit down!

Sir.

- Padre.

- What's the matter, is something wrong?

- It's a bad thing.

Santa Ana burned Juan Martin's barn

when he was in the barranca.

His wife is ill with childbirth.

- Ill enough for a priest?

- I'm afraid she's going to die, and the baby too.

Our midwife is down with a fever.

- Well isn't there a doctor in the place?

- No senor.

- You mean there's no doctor practices here at all?

- Si senor, Carlos Ortega.

- Well have you sent for him?

- No senor.

- Why not?

- He's in his village for the posada beyond Veracruz.

It's one day by donkey, four by cow

so there is no doctor.

Sit down, senores.

- One more. - Si senor?

- What's the name of this plant?

- It grows wild here, senor.

It has no name, it's just the red flower of Christmas.

- No name huh? - Mm-mm.

- We should give it one.

I know, the Dougliana to Dr. McDougal.

He'd like that, a flower named after him.

Who wouldn't?

Then you know it's really not a flower at all.

It's the leaves themselves which are red.

Bowie, now this is the most amazing characteristic.

Look captain, these aren't petals, they're leaves.

- Wait a minute, Mr. Poinsett.

I've been thinking.

You were at university with Dr. McDougal.

- That's right, Scotland at Edinburgh.

- You studied medicine there.

You're a doctor.

- A doctor?

In the name of 10,000 saints, this is indeed a miracle!

- I studied medicine yes, but I never practiced.

I never had a patient.

- Well, you have one now.

- Come, Lolita's in very bad shape.

I will show you--

- No no I am no doctor!

I'm a statesman by vocation,

and a botanist by avocation.

- Poinsett, this plant, this flower,

this red botany which has no name.

How would you like it named for you?

- For me?

- Yes, for you.

Poinsett, the poinsettia.

- Poinsettia.

Well naturally of course I'd like it.

- Then you shall have it.

I will write a letter to President Jackson myself.

He is a very good friend of mine.

He will name this plant for you.

- The red flower of Christmas.

Who knows, perhaps it will outlast my statesmanship.

- I will guarantee it.

If you will be the doctor for this woman in the stable.

- [Joel] You don't understand,

I don't have a license to practice medicine.

- License, what's a license?

- What difference does it make?

This is an emergency.

The woman needs it.

- Carlos Ortega has no license.

- It's against the law

to practice medicine without a license.

I will not break the law!

- It's a bad thing.

This absence of a license.

- I do not like this man, Bowie.

This botanist.

[somber vocal music]

- Blessed mother,

it is a big thing I ask of you I know,

but did not your son make the blind to see,

and the lame to walk?

Did he not raise Lazarus from the dead?

Could not your son lend this man his license?

Could you not open your sky just a little crack

and let it down for my Lolita?

It is all I wish and desire, blessed lady.

Amen.

- All right, where is this woman?

- But the license, it has not yet arrived.

- Never mind the license.

- Si senor, never mind the license.

As anyone can see, the license is of no importance.

Come on!

[people chattering excitedly]

Father, this is the minister of the United States

who is also a doctor without a license.

- Can you help her senor?

- I'll need water, blankets, some more candles, quickly.

- Si senor.

- Papa, I must speak to you.

- Don't bother me, Pedro.

I'm assisting the minister to administer.

- What is it son?

- The soldiers did not find you at the harbor,

so they are searching houses.

- Oh, they will come here with certainty.

Santa Ana will be very hard.

- All right, come on Mr. Poinsett.

You can have your run for it now.

- Not now, and don't interrupt me.

- See what you've done now, Bowie.

This man is as bad as you are.

- There's a way out, Lafitte, come on.

You too.

[speaks foreign language]

Gonzalez, lock that door and don't let anybody in.

- [Gonzalez] Muchachos, hey, come and help.

[soldiers pounding]

[crickets chirping]

- Now what took you so long, captain?

Get 'em inside and tie 'em up.

- It's a boy, it's a boy!

[speaks foreign language]

- It's a boy? - Get a rope!

- It's a boy!

[speaks foreign language]

[singing in foreign language]

[people cheering]

- Come on you old pirate, I'd like to dance with you!

- With me? - Si!

[Jim laughs]

[singing in foreign language]

[baby cries] [soothing vocal music]

- How about those four men?

We'll need to tell Santa Ana.

Won't he seek revenge on us?

- Santa Ana will never know about it, senor.

These men are fishermen from a nearby village.

They only wish to return to their boats.

- Oh.

- The padre heard their confessions.

They believe they have seen a miracle.

- A miracle? - Yes.

They say like it happened 1,829 years ago.

The stable, the baby,

and the three wise men.

- Three wise men?

- Are you not three?

Did you not act wisely?

- Well, well of course that came much later,

the three wise men.

- They do not know the Christmas story

like they should, senor.

- Come Bowie, before we miss the time.

- Now wait a minute, wait a minute.

You know if I recall, the three wise men

came bearing gifts.

Of course, we may be a little early.

That horse was given to me by Mr. Jackson, our president.

It's a real good horse.

His name's Pete.

When your son's old enough,

you give Pete to him,

with the compliments of Jim Bowie.

- Gracias senor.

It is a present for all of us.

Now we have a horse with which to plow.

- I too should like to offer the child a gift.

- No senor, you have already made him one.

The gift of life.

Is not that the most precious gift of all?

- I should like to give a little something for a rainy day.

Say it was from Captain Jean Lafitte.

It is amazing, Bowie.

It weighs no more than my cutlass.

[Jean babbles]

- Why captain, I believe you'd make a beautiful papa.

[kids giggle]

- Come Bowie, before the bells start ringing.

- Adios. - Adios Senor Bowie.

[speaks foreign language] - Goodbye, good luck.

- Adios. - Adios.

- Gracias.

[singing in foreign language] [bells ringing]

♪ Jim Bowie Jim Bowie

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