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BUCCANEER'S GIRL

- Is everything to your liking, ma'am?

- It's an unusually cheerful
spectacle, Captain Martos.

- Well, when we be calm like this,

we might as well enjoy ourselves.

- When I arrive in New
Orleans, I shall enjoy myself.

But not until then.

- That pirate Baptiste, he
has an obsession with her.

Every strange sail we sight

calls for a fresh
bottle of smelling salts.

- Why, ma'am, you couldn't be safer

if you were in your own drawing room.

In a calm like this, no
pirate could ever get to us.

Not even Baptiste.

- Fetch me that feather, Tom.

He's better than what we got.

- Aye aye, sir.

- Four bells and all's well.

- Pirates! Pirates!
- Baptiste!

- Mr. Roberts, you guard the ladies.

You men arm yourselves and get on deck!

- Well, thank ye, son.

- Thank you, son.

- Don't let them forget
that China silk, Tom.

- Aye.

- And did you fetch along the fiddler?

- He went to the spice bales.

- What do you intend
to do with us, pirate?

- Set you adrift into small
boats along with the passengers.

Unless there's any
amongst you who'd volunteer.

- Think you any of my
men would serve with you?

- Not a lad amongst us
hasn't served on a vessel

with Alexander Narbonne.

Tell that to your master,

if your small boat's lucky
enough to be picked up.

- At the same time, I'll request
the privilege of being present

when Narbonne has you
hanged from your own yardarm.

- Why bother Narbonne?

I'll invite you myself.

Now, how many of you men
would rather transfer registry

than hit the small boats?

- Small boats always make me queasy.

- I'll take the skull and bones.

- So will I.

- Wise lads, Captain.

- Here be one we missed.

- Better drag him out.

- Easy with them powder casks.

- Aye aye, sir!

- Strip the rigging clean.
- Aye aye.

- Looks like we're all
through. Scuttle 'er.

Weigh below and make
sure she settles fast.

- Here's something we found.

- Well, a cabin boy, eh?

Well, son, would you like to
sign on with Frederic Baptiste?

- Speak up, can't you?

- Well, lower me jib, a bustle.

- Very nice to meet you.

- Is this new gear on
all the Narbonne craft?

- How did you get aboard?

- It was easy.

But if I had known you were
going to get your moldy old ship

captured by a gang of cutthroats,

- I'd have stayed in Boston.
- Stowaway, eh?

- Put her in the boat
with the other women.

- Pulled away.

- Then she'll have to go
in the longboat with them.

And get going before I change my mind

and make you swim back to New Orleans.

- Come on, you.
- Wait a minute!

I've got two dresses in that boat

and I'm not leaving without 'em.

- You know, he's making a big mistake

putting one woman in with all those men.

- You wouldn't be thinking...

- That she'd be safer with us?

Precisely.

- Oh, no, you don't.

- Ah, it's all for your sake.

- Ah, let me down, you big ape!

- Ape!
- Oh!

- You near scratched my hair off!

- Good.

- You just don't know
how to handle a lady.

- Ahh!

- See what I mean?
- If you don't put me down...

- Imagine all those poor defenseless men

alone in a small boat with a
dangerous female like this.

Here. Take her.

When I get down in
the boat, hand her to me.

- You just don't know
how to handle the ladies.

- Ouch!
- Quiet.

- Help me, Kryl, help me.

- Keep her quiet.

- Ow! You near bit me ear off!

Ow! Take her, Kryl, take her!

- You little devil, you.

Ah, you think my hands
are bloomin' zebra skin?

- Touch me again
and I'll bite your arm off.

- We gotta get her below decks
before the other boats get back.

- You and your wonderful idea.

We should have dumped her overboard.

- Quiet!

Whatever you have up
there, bring it down here.

What goes on out there?

- Let me down. Let me down.

- By the Dog Star, a female!

- I've been kidnapped.

And I demand that you...
That you do something about it.

- She was stowed away
aboard the Gulf Queen, sir.

But somehow, she got
herself on our boat, sir.

- I'll discuss that with you later.

Meanwhile, leave her here.

- Aye aye, sir, with the
greatest of pleasure.

- Turn around.

- Who are you?

- The captain of this vessel.

- But I thought... Then
who was the other?

- Jared, my mate.

Fortunately, many people
make the same mistake.

- Then you must be...

- Frederic Baptiste,
a bloodthirsty pirate.

The scourge of the Mexican Gulf.

That fiend in human shape.

At your service, mademoiselle...

up to a point.

- Somebody's been exaggerating.

- Or maybe they haven't.

Look what your men have done to me.

- You'll find ointment
in that chest, Miss, uh...

- Deborah McCoy.

Debbie, they call me.

- Where were you headed, Debbie?

- Oh, New Orleans, Rio.

I wasn't sure.

- To visit?
- No.

They say that there
are good places for a girl

to earn her living.

- And this living, how did
you propose to make it?

- I'm an entertainer.

I sing a little and I dance a little.

- You know, you combine all the elements

of a first-class problem.

- Why?

All you have to do is put
me ashore somewhere.

- Oh, and stretch my neck by doing it?

- Oh, I know how to keep a tight mouth.

After all, they say you
only attack the ships

of Alexander Narbonne.

I don't even know who he is.

- The richest man in New Orleans.

Or used to be.

He'd be a good one to know, wouldn't he?

- That depends on one's point of view.

- Why do you give his
ships your special attention?

- That's my point of view.

Tell me, how long have you been
making your own way, Debbie?

- Too long.

- No one to help you?

- Too many.

- I still can't decide
what to do about you.

- The sailors were given a
chance to sign on with you.

- I believe I have a more
practical solution than that.

- I knew you'd think of something.

- We'll maroon you on a sand spit.

I'm sure you can think of
something better than that.

- Why, no.

It's a perfect way to
handle the situation.

We'll pick a sand spit on the
sea lanes to South America.

If you're picked up, you'll get to Rio.

And if not, you'll be
on a clean white beach,

protected by palm trees.

You'll soon grow to love it.

- Finished, Captain.

We stripped her clean,
cargo aboard and stowed.

Not a bad haul for a ship her size.

These must be worth a fortune.

- I thought I ordered you set adrift.

- Oh, you did.

But somehow the orders got mixed up.

- You better find a
cabin for our passenger.

- A cabin?
- Anything will do.

She'll only be with us until
we sight a suitable sand spit.

- But I thought...
- Good night, Debbie.

Sleep as well as you can.

- Away with you.

- Another four days and
that girl will have them

wearing lace on their drawers.

- Yeah, it's a fair shame, sir.

It's always been me
pride we had the roughest

and dirtiest crew in the Mexican Gulf.

- I can't stand to look at it anymore.

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

- Where did you get that dress?

- Oh, this?

It's just a little old thing Jared
rummaged for me in a chest.

- Jared, eh?

So he rummaged it for
you in a chest, did he?

Well, take it off.

- Oh. Were you taking it to someone?

How awful of Jared not to tell me.

But after all, she won't know, will she?

- I will.

- But you'll forget.

You'll forget about me and the dress,

these last few days, everything.

- At least I'll try.

- While I sit on my
sand spit and remember.

- I told you to take that dress off.

- All right.

You needn't shout.

- Not here!

- Now look what you've done to the hem.

- Afternoon, Miss Debbie.

- Good afternoon, Bertram.

He's been telling me about his sister.

I remind him of her.

- He never had a sister.

- Oh, the poor fellow.

He's had such a sad life.

- He's had the kind of life he wants.

So have I... up till now.

Jared!

- Now you mustn't be angry with Jared.

- Miss McCoy, you've teased and wheedled

everybody aboard this ship.

You shot all discipline to shreds

and now you tell me how to treat my crew.

It's time I put a stop to it.

- You'd be wanting to see me, sir?

- Cram on full sail.

I mean to be in and out of
New Orleans before dawn.

- Aye aye, sir.

- Oh, I hate to think of
your running such a risk

just to take me where I want to go.

- You're not going ashore.

I am.

And the moment I get back,
we head for the Tortugas

where you will stay and
no doubt do very well.

Now go into your cabin and stay there.

And take off that dress!

- Keep her steady.

More gray hairs for Narbonne.

It's a pity you won't
be there in the morning

to see 'em sprout.

- He'll be bald before I'm through.

Jared.

If there's any trouble with that
girl, I'll hold you responsible.

- Oh, you needn't fret about her, sir.

She's locked in the cabin

and I have the key
right here in my pocket.

- Well, I better put it in my pocket.

Then I know she won't cause any trouble.

- Aye aye, sir.

- Cast off.

- Uh, good morning, Mama.

It's a beautiful morning, isn't it?

- So it's a beautiful morning.

What about it?

- You look tired, Mama.
- Go inside and rest.

- We have no time for rest.

The customers are already in the market.

We gotta put the rest
of the vegetables out.

- No, no, Mama, later.
- Out of my way.

I was wondering when I...

- Sorry, but you should have let me out.

- So this is where you keep 'em!

- Mama, I swear I never saw her before!

- After 20 years, you keep a
woman in the vegetable closet!

- It isn't true. After
20 years, I didn't!

- I never saw your
husband before in my life.

I slept in there last night because I had

- no place else to go.
- Liar.

- Mama.
- Hag!

- No, no, no.
- Oh!

- Mama, don't!

- Police, police!

Please, Mama, no!

- Joseph. Hadn't you better go?

- If Madame Brizar will pardon me.

- Of course.

- Police, police, police!

Please, Mama.

- I wouldn't have your
husband on a salad!

- He's good enough for me,

but he's not good enough for you!

- Please, please, Mama!

- Please stop screaming for me.

I'm here. Now what is the
cause of this disturbance?

- He hid her in our vegetable closet!

- I never saw her before.

- He lies! With my own eyes, I saw it.

- For 20 years, she accuses
me of flirting with every woman

who comes through my vegetables.

- Because it took me
20 years to catch him.

- Believe me, Mr. Policeman,
I didn't do anything.

I opened the closet
door and there she is.

- Yes!

- Quiet, I can't hear
you for the shouting.

Go inside.

The rest of you, disperse.

- Madame Brizar's
compliments, mademoiselle.

- She wants to see you.
- Look, I'm in a hurry.

And I'm in trouble enough.

- Then you should want
to see Madame Brizar.

This way, please.

Madame Brizar.

- Did you want to see me?
- Yes.

You could be very attractive, my girl.

What's your name?

- Deborah McCoy.

- Stand back a little so
that I can see you better.

Hmm... not too bad.

Not too bad.

- There she is. By the carriage.

- Get in, Deborah.
- Why?

- Because that policeman
is looking for you.

Drive on.

- Uh, do you mind if I ask a question?

- By all means.

- Where are we going?

- Home.

Come, come, child. In we go.

You may put the carriage away.

- Yes, madame.

- Come, Deborah.

Good morning, Toussant.

- Good morning, ma'am.

Monsieur Narbonne and
Monsieur Patout are waiting.

- Oh, at this early hour?

Well, don't stand there
and gawk. Come in, darling.

Sit down, child, sit down.

Ah... Monsieur Narbonne.

Such an honor.

- Good morning, madame.

I'm giving a soiree for the
governor and his wife tonight

and Patout has just reminded
me that we have no entertainers.

You remember my secretary.

- Oh, certainly I
remember Monsieur Patout.

He always brings the check.

- No doubt.

There was a light-haired girl last time

who was unusually pretty if a bit gauche.

What was her name, Patout?

- Cleo, sir.
- Ah, yes.

One of my loveliest girls.

- Very lovely, despite
her unfortunate habit

of singing off-key.

- That has been overcome,
Monsieur Narbonne.

She no longer sings. She dances.

- Splendid. Then send
her along by all means.

Well.

And who is this?

- Somebody who should not be here.

Now, make your curtsy,
child, and run along.

Go on, run along.

- So you're Monsieur Narbonne.

- Well, hello.
- Hello.

- I've heard a lot about
you from mutual friends.

- Really? How nice.

Come, Patout.

Nine o'clock this evening, Madame Brizar.

- You can leave
everything to me as usual.

I'll send you a shower
of talent and beauty.

Hello, she says.

Haven't you even the slightest training?

- So far I've always done all right.

- I've never been so mortified.

Perhaps I've made a serious mistake.

- Perhaps you have.

And then again, maybe I'm
the one who's made the mistake.

- Hello, she says.

- Oh, Toussant.
- Yes, ma'am?

- Will you tell Delphine and Cleo

that I wish to see them?

- Yes, ma'am, I tell them.

- And don't stoop.

Your posture is most unbecoming.

- What's the matter with my posture?

- It fails utterly to suggest
the languid grace of the swan

or the more piquant
movements of the male partridge.

- Good morning, madame.
- You wanted to see us?

- Another affair of Monsieur Narbonne's.

Delphine, you will wear the white lace.

- But it makes me look so young.

- Well, that's what we
have in mind, darling.

And, Cleo, you will wear the black dress

and look your best tonight.

Monsieur Narbonne
expressed some interest in you.

- It worked.

I told you if I sang
off-key, he'd notice me.

- Is he really the richest
man in New Orleans?

- He's not only very
rich, he's very single.

Oh, Delphine, Cleo,
this is Deborah McCoy,

who may stay with us.

And now, after I've had my coffee,

we'll discuss your qualifications

and then I'll decide.

Oh, Toussant, Toussant,
my coffee in the study, please.

- She can take her time over that coffee.

I've decided for her.

What a lot of time I've
wasted living in Boston.

- Higher.

Much higher.

Higher all around. Much higher.

This is for the Seaman's Fund brawl
next Tuesday night at the Catfish.

- Will Monsieur Narbonne be there?

- Monsieur never goes to brawls.

- When do I get to go where he goes?

- Once you've had the
rough edges knocked off.

Another month and you might
be ready for a gentlemen's party.

- A man is no different
because of his clothes.

- Gentlemen prefer another type of girl.

Slouchier men want an indifferent type.

Practice looking slouchy and indifferent.

- After your song, there
will of course be applause

and then, no doubt, you'll be summoned

to the table of your host,

Captain Kingston.

Now, I will be Captain Kingston.

- Good evening, Captain.

How about buying me a drink?

- No, no, no, no.

The approach is much too abrupt.

- Well, it always worked before.

- Well, maybe in your prosaic Boston,

but here in New Orleans,
the gentlemen prefer

a more roundabout course.

Especially Captain Kingston.

He's a great favorite
of our first families.

- That guarantees he'll
be a first-class bore.

- Debbie, Captain Kingston,
as head of the Seaman's Fund,

gives these parties to
entertain his seafaring friends,

not to entertain you.

Now, you are Captain
Kingston. Observe me.

- Ah, Captain.

The city has been desolate
while you were away.

- Fetch me a beer, wench.

- The captain only drinks champagne.

And remember, we
get an extra five percent

from the management of the Catfish.

- I still think you're making a mistake

sending me to a fish fry.

My talents belong in the drawing room.

- Ridiculous, child.

You can't fly until you've walked.

Tonight, you will attend
the party at the Catfish

with the other girls.

Once more.

- Ah, Captain Kingston.

And did you have an interesting trip?

- Interesting enough.

Except for a brush
with the pirate Baptiste.

- No, no. You must never
mention anything unpleasant.

- Unpleasant?

- The very name of that
monster must be avoided

when talking with seafaring men.

Especially Captain Kingston.

He is a privateer
commissioned to catch pirates.

Confine your conversation
to subjects that are soothing.

- I wonder why I'm so sure

I'm going to dislike Captain Kingston.

- Don't start that again.

Besides, you've got to
rehearse the song again.

Come along, back to
work. Back to the piano.

Now from the beginning. Are you ready?

One, two, three.

- You may have bit me ear off!

I only wanted you to
share a bottle with me.

Here. Now you have one all to yourself.

- Here, here, here, stop that.

Tonight everybody in my
place is supposed to be friendly.

- That's just it. He's too friendly.

I may even report this to Madame Brizar.

- Oh, so you're the singer.

- I was. In this air, I don't know.

- Well, you'll get used to it.

Besides, you're late.

Why didn't you come with the other girls?

- No doubt she had
something better to do.

Good evening.

- What are you doing here?

- That's a fine question,
eh, Captain Kingston?

Asking the host what
he's doing at his own party.

- Captain Kingston?

- At your service, mademoiselle...

up to a point.

So now you're here in
New Orleans to entertain us.

- Yes.

Oh, it's such an honor
you have conferred.

I'm so gratified to be
at your party, pirate.

- Captain!

- The city has been absolutely desolate

while you were away.

- Debbie, will you please
remember my neck?

- Oh, I shall remember it.

Every moment while I'm singing.

Uh, you won't go away, will you?

- Hardly.

- We have so much in common.

So many things to discuss,
uh, Captain Kingston.

- Gentlemen, attention, please.

We're about to be entertained
by a charming young lady

who I'm sure will capture
you as she has captured me.

It gives me great pleasure to
introduce to you Mademoiselle...

I do not believe I know
your name, mademoiselle.

- Take a chance.

The first name you think of.

- Ah, yes, my friends,
Mademoiselle Deborah McCoy.

- ♪ One good look and you can tell ♪

♪ That I was brought up very well ♪

♪ An education gives
a girl a certain air ♪

♪ As the French would say ♪

♪ Savoir faire ♪

♪ You want a song ♪

♪ I have the words for it ♪

♪ Something light and gay, monsieur ♪

♪ You want a dance ♪

♪ I have the steps for it ♪

♪ Anything you say, monsieur ♪

♪ I've even learned how to say no, no ♪

♪ As every lady should ♪

♪ Yes, everything I've learned to do ♪

♪ Oui, oui, I've learned to do good ♪

♪ You want my heart ♪

♪ You're just the man for it ♪

♪ I'm the girl for you, I'm sure ♪

♪ If you want my song,
if you want my dance ♪

♪ If you want my heart,
you will have a chance ♪

♪ Monsieur, monsieur ♪

♪ Oh, you have but to say the word ♪

♪ You want a kiss ♪

♪ I have the lips for it ♪

♪ If you care to try, monsieur ♪

♪ You want my love ♪

♪ I have the arms for it ♪

♪ That's the reason why, monsieur ♪

♪ Since I was young,
I was always taught ♪

♪ A lady must obey ♪

♪ So everything I'm told to do ♪

♪ I do, oui, oui s'il vous plait ♪

♪ You have a ring,
I've got the place for it ♪

♪ And you know the place, I'm sure ♪

♪ If you want my lips ♪

♪ If you want my arms ♪

♪ I will take the ring, you
can have my charms ♪

♪ Monsieur, monsieur ♪

♪ Oh, you have but to say ♪

♪ The word ♪

- Charming.

You were to be wasted in the Tortugas.

- You're very kind, sir.

But it's no thanks to you
that I'm not there now.

- Just to satisfy my curiosity,
how did you get here?

- There are a few questions
I'd like to ask you, Captain,

just to satisfy my curiosity.

- Then I'll strike a bargain with you.

You ignore my questions
and I'll ignore yours.

- If these people only knew

that the great Captain
Kingston was really...

- I think it unlikely
they will ever know.

Unless you tell them.

- But the danger, especially
with a price on your head.

- Exists only by an odd
coincidence somebody who'd been

aboard my ship should
turn up in New Orleans.

- And in that event?

- I would use every
means to protect myself.

- As you all know, our
Seamen's Fund came into being

some years ago when shipping
in New Orleans was at a standstill

and our seamen were hungry and jobless.

Virtually every New Orleans ship owner

was ruined by the
barbarous acts of piracy

of that infamous cutthroat Baptiste.

Any ship not destroyed by Baptiste

was bought by Alexander Narbonne,

who soon controlled all the shipping

in these Gulf waters.

Unfortunately for us, Monsieur Narbonne

chose to man his fleet
with crews from other ports.

At this time, when our
situation seemed hopeless,

a friend and benefactor came to our aid.

Captain Kingston!

- Close your mouth, Debbie.

- Ye be a friend of
the captain's, beint ye?

- I be.
- Then why sit alone?

Come and join some more of his friends.

- My friends, you're all
familiar with the terms

of my father's will,

directing that certain
investments be made

for the benefit of the Seaman's Fund.

Once more, I bring you good news.

During the past six
months, these investments

have shown substantial profits.

Tonight, the Seaman's
Fund is in a position

to outfit three more ships,

the captains whose vessels were destroyed

by the pirate Baptiste.

The gold for this
purpose will be turned over

to the Seaman's Fund tomorrow morning.

- To your health, Captain.
- Thank you.

And now you're to entertain me.

- Very well.

Do we sing, dance or fight?

- We decide on the way home.

- I just be telling the
little lady all about ye.

- Yes, he was telling me that
if anyone could catch Baptiste,

you could.

- Heaven knows I try hard enough,

but he constantly seems to elude me.

- Why don't you try
standing still for a while?

You might catch him.

- He's on his way up. Be ready.

- Orland.

Whip up, Orland!

- No, you don't.

- Not a sound out of
you. Hurry up with him!

- Run for it!

- Are you all right?

- Thanks to your teeth.

I seem to recall they're very sharp.

- Who were those men?

- I don't know, but I
know what they were after.

My ring. And they got it.

I doubt it will make the
new owner very happy

- when he gets it.
- You're hurt.

You better get to a doctor at once.

- Oh, it's nothing serious.

Debbie, you're out very late

and apparently in very bad company.

Good work, Orland. And
now to Madame Brizar's.

- Yes, sir.

- Easy there.

- Those are the first words
you've said all evening

that make any sense.

- Why, Debbie, I thought I'd
made everything very clear.

- You certainly did.

As Baptiste, you sink ships.

Then as Kingston, you
turn the proceeds into a fund

to outfit ships.

For people whose ships
have been sunk by Baptiste.

Very clear.

- That does sound a little complicated.

Suppose we put it this way.

Some people need help, so I help them.

And in doing it, I right some old wrongs.

- But what if they should catch you?

- Then I should be very sorry.

New Orleans is such a lovely place.

And the ladies in it even lovelier.

By the way, Debbie...

if you were a man
wanted by the authorities

and the secret of your
identity rested with a certain girl,

would you continue to worry about it?

- I'd say the girl was
the least of my worries.

- The others, I'm sure I can handle.

Good night, Debbie.

- Well?
- There's no doubt about it.

It's the ring you gave Baptiste.

Your initials are on the inside.

- So now we've finished guessing.

The real Baptiste is dead.

- And Kingston must have killed him.

- What a pity.

But more the pity he didn't
die quickly before talking.

- Without the ring,
Kingston can prove nothing.

- I wish I could be sure of that.

He flaunted this ring
before me in my own house.

Whether to inform me
that he had more evidence

or merely to worry me that
he might have, I don't know.

- If he had more evidence,
he's had ample time

to present it to the governor.

- Unfortunately, he's
much cleverer than you.

I used the real Baptiste
to eliminate the competition

of Kingston's father and
the other ship owners.

So now Kingston turns
pirate, calls himself Baptiste,

and employs the same method against me.

Eight of my ships sunk
and eight others outfitted.

It's no wonder he prefers
the present situation.

- If it continues much longer,

he will have destroyed you completely.

- Unless we destroy him first at sea,

where he should be destroyed.

You know, Patout, I
rather fancy being a hero,

ridding the seas of this new Baptiste.

- Well, do you approve?

- Not bad, not bad.

A few minor corrections. Not bad at all.

A little too much rouge, perhaps.

Monsieur Narbonne
prefers a pale appearance.

- It's not rouge.

And I don't intend to stick
my face in a flour barrel

just to please Monsieur Narbonne.

- Debbie, please
remember when I found you,

you had your face in a vegetable bin.

Ever since you've been
here, I've heard nothing but,

"When do I entertain Monsieur Narbonne?"

Now the time is here

and Monsieur Patout has made a point

of asking for your presence.

You're suddenly very
nonchalant about the most

eligible bachelor in New Orleans.

- Oh, not at all.

I couldn't be more interested.

- Then you might show it.

To me, of course... not to him.

- Any more instructions?

- Yes. Stay away from the ladies.

Sing your song, retire
to your dressing room.

- And be particularly
pleasant to that little worm.

- Monsieur Patout.
- By all means.

He's very close to Monsieur Narbonne.

- And he can stay there.

I intend to stay close
to Captain Kingston.

- Good evening.

- Good evening, I'm from Madame Brizar's.

- Oh. This way, please.

- This should convince you of
what you're missing, Captain.

There's nothing like it at sea.

- Fortunately for my crew.

- You can't be that thirsty, Captain.

- Debbie. What a pleasant surprise.

- That makes us even.

I was surprised when I heard
you were going to be here.

- Why, I wouldn't miss
one of Narbonne's soirees

for all his ships at sea.

- Darling.

You better come here and defend yourself.

Patout's complaining to Uncle again.

- Pardon me, Debbie.

A summons from His
Excellency, the governor.

We will all be looking
forward to hearing you sing.

- Mademoiselle, the
entertainers wait in another room.

- I meant no offense, Captain.

It's just that I'm so concerned
about Monsieur Narbonne

and the losses he has suffered.

- A familiar complaint, Robert.

Why haven't you hung Baptiste?

- Ah, Your Excellency, the ocean is vast,

the sea lanes many.

Where he is, I am not...
where I am, he is not.

But someday we shall meet.

- In the meantime,
Patout here is worried.

It seems that one of Narbonne's ships

is leaving Spain next week with
a very rich cargo and he fears...

- Forgive me, Your Excellency,

but I meant that information
to be kept in confidence.

If word should get out,

well, Baptiste's ears seems
to be in as many places

as his ship.

- Of course, Patout, I understand.

Rest assured it will go no further.

- Not a soul will hear it from my lips.

- Enough of Baptiste.

Let's speak of something pleasant.

- I'll arrange for the
entertainment to begin.

I noticed you recognized our singer.

- Ah, yes.

And I can recommend her very highly.

- Oh, so that's who the young lady was.

For a moment, I was almost jealous.

- Delightful evening, Monsieur Narbonne.

- Always a pleasure to see you, madame.

- Worked like a charm,
even better than we hoped.

- The governor himself told
him about our ship from Spain

and I pretended the governor
had breached a confidence.

- Splendid, splendid.

In that case, Patout, I
think we can feel secure

that our three ships
from Paris will arrive

safely in New Orleans.

Has our entertainer arrived yet?

- Yes, and Captain Kingston
seemed quite pleased to see her,

which Mademoiselle Villon noticed.

- Good.

Perhaps we will kill
one bird with two stones.

Fetch the singer.

- Good evening.
- Good evening, monsieur.

Ah, Mademoiselle Villon.

We see far too little of you
when the captain is away.

- And the captain is away far too often.

- I'll take that as a compliment, Arlene.

- Or as a warning, Kingston.

Remember, a fiancée is not yet a wife.

- How very discerning, monsieur.

And, Robert, how very true.

- Ladies and gentlemen, it is
Monsieur Narbonne's pleasure

to present a singer who
comes highly recommended.

Mademoiselle McCoy.

- I trust this girl can carry an ear.

- Robert assures me she's quite good.

- ♪ There's a song in the air ♪

♪ And you know why it's there ♪

♪ Because you're in love ♪

♪ You're in love ♪

♪ That's how you know it ♪

♪ Oh, you took the world for granted ♪

♪ Now you know that
the world's enchanted ♪

♪ And life was... ♪

- What did you do then?

- I sent him home, of course.

- ♪ There's a cloud in the sky ♪

♪ But it's passing you by ♪

♪ And the sky looks blue ♪

♪ Dreams come true ♪

♪ Just because he's in love ♪

♪ With you ♪

♪ Because you're in love ♪

- without a servant in the house

and the general called.

- Such a predicament.

Yes, Robert?

- ♪ Because you're in love ♪
- What happened then?

- ♪ You're in love ♪

- ♪ Oh, you took the world ♪
- We have so much to discuss.

Shall we retire until this
silly entertainment is over?

- A splendid idea.

- ♪ And life was ♪

♪ Never like this before ♪

- Good evening, monsieur.

- And how is Madame Letour?
- Very well, thank you.

- Come, my dear.

Remind me to tell you the time

Marshall English came to dinner.

He arrived even later than usual.

Full of excuses and to think
he's unaware of the fact that...

- ♪ Dreams come true ♪

Will those two ladies
please get out of here

and stop disturbing my song?

- Can that creature be shouting at us?

- I can and I am!

- Come.
- Well, if I...

- Since no one is interested in my song,

I'm sure you'll excuse me.

- Never in all my experience
have I seen anything like this.

- Well, what can you expect?

She's from Madame Brizar's.

- But surely she didn't
expect us to listen to her.

- Why did you ruin my song?

- Your manners, my girl, need correction.

- Manners?

Is it manners to talk while
you're being entertained

and to walk out in the middle of a song?

- I am not accustomed to such impudence.

Kindly leave the room.

- And I'm not accustomed
to the rude behavior

of an ill-mannered snob.

- Get out of here, you
dressed-up scullery maid.

So we're going to talk
about clothes, are we?

Then let's start with that dress.

- How dare you?

- Why not? I wore it before you did.

- This dress came from Paris.

- So Captain Kingston told me.

But I didn't like it. Much too gauche.

- Liar!

- I seem to remember having put my foot

through the inner hem.

But you'll find it quite neatly mended.

- Guttersnipe!

- Cow.

- Stop! This is terrible!

You must stop it. Please!

- Good evening, Monsieur Narbonne.

It's been such a pleasant party.

- Debbie...
- Excuse me.

- Arlene.
- Excuse me.

- Captain Duval.
- Mademoiselle?

- There is something I want
you to do for me, Captain,

in your official capacity
as chief of police.

- Mademoiselle has but to command.

- Permit me to offer you my
apologies, mademoiselle...

- The apology, monsieur, is
owed to me by someone else.

But first, Robert, you and I

are going to discuss gowns.

Specifically this gown.

- I assure you, it was
all perfectly innocent.

- I can't believe that anyone
associated with that creature

was innocent.

And now, Captain Duval, I would
like to resume our conversation

without interruptions.

- My sympathies, Captain.

I'm afraid it has been
an unfortunate evening.

For you.

- So that's what happened.

I disgraced you thoroughly.

- Well, go on, say it.

The best client you ever had and I...

- Did just what I always wanted to do.

- Why, madame.

- How often, when I was a young singer,

did I feel just the same way?

But slapping the face
of the governor's niece?

- Oh, no...
- Oh, yes.

- Well, I don't care if she's his mother.

She deserved it.

- Of course, her being
engaged to Captain Kingston

had nothing to do with it.

- That woman engaged to...

I don't believe it.

- Well, for two years,
everybody else has believed it.

- Two years?

Well, he can't love her very much.

- Debbie.

For all our sakes, forget
about Captain Kingston.

- And leave him at the mercy
of that ill-tempered witch?

I couldn't.

He doesn't know what
he's getting himself into.

- Doesn't that apply to most husbands?

Who can that be at this hour?

- Open! In the name of the law!

I'll take care of it, Toussant.

- Open!

Open, I say!

- Have pity on my door.

What do you want?

- We have a warrant for
the arrest of Deborah McCoy.

- Mercy. What has she done?

- She is charged with
assault on the person

of Mademoiselle Arlene Villon.

- Well, she's not here.

- Keep them out as long
as you can, Toussant.

Go on, get out of here.

- Where will I go?
- What's the difference?

Just make sure they don't find you.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

- Open!

Open, I say!

- Here. You've no time to get dressed.

Wait.

Here. Put this on and out of the window.

- Upstairs.

Halt!

Come back here!

- Sorry, I have a previous engagement.

Ahoy there!

Ahoy!

- Who be here and what do you want?

- Good evening, Jared.

- Oh, no, not you again.

- I knew you'd be glad to see me.

- You can't come aboard in that fashion.

Do you want to start a riot?

- I just did. Is the captain aboard?

- No, and if he was,
he'd probably toss you

- back into the sea.
- I doubt it.

You see, Captain Kingston and I
know too much about each other.

When he comes aboard,

tell him I'll be waiting in his cabin.

- I warn you, the master won't like it.

- He'll like it.

- Wasn't expecting
you before daylight, sir.

- What do you think it is now?

- Daylight.

- Make ready to sail.
- A Narbonne ship is due.

- Aye, sir. Only, there's a lady...

- If you're interested in a lady,

you can see her when we return.

- It isn't me, sir, it's the lady...

- Stop chattering about ladies.

I've had enough of them
tonight to last me a lifetime.

Weigh anchor before we miss the tide.

- Aye, sir.

Hands!

Raise up the sail. Away, you lubbers.

- Good morning.

- Oh, no.

- I hope you enjoyed yourself
at Monsieur Narbonne's.

- For hours, I've wanted
to get my hands on you.

- Why, Frederic.
- To choke you!

- I've never known you to be so violent.

- Why in the name of seven red devils

did you have to mention that dress?

- I'll answer that when you tell
me why your charming fiancée

broke up my song.

- We're not talking about her.

- I am. And in the days to come,

I'll tell you many things of her.

Each one worse than the last.

- And what makes you think
I'm going to let you stay here?

- I'm afraid you're going
to have to, Frederic.

You see, the police are after me.

And you of all people wouldn't want to be

in the hands of the police.

- So now it's blackmail.

- Oh, no, Frederic.

Devotion.

- I'll have a cabin prepared for you.

- My usual one, if you don't mind.

- Quartermaster, watch your helm.

- Aye-aye, sir.

- Bring her to until she's trim.

- Luff a quarter point.
- Luff a quarter point.

- When you raid the ship, Jared,

don't forget to select a dress for me.

- Maybe you'd like to
board her with us for a fitting.

- If this wind holds, we'll be
off the Floridas in the morning.

- We'll lay to and wait.

- Are you planning to vote the governor

a share of the hull, Captain,
for giving you the information?

- What information?
- That's none of your affair.

When we sight the ship, you'll
go to your cabin and stay there.

- All right. You don't have to tell me.

I know all about it.

With my very own ears, I
heard Monsieur Narbonne

tell Patout that he was expecting

three ships from Paris.

- You heard him say what?

- That he was expecting
three ships from Paris.

- What a fool I've been, Jared.

What a fool!

They set a trap on me and
used the governor to spring it.

- Then there's no ship from Spain?

- Of course there's a ship from Spain.

Probably a converted
man-o'-war armed to the gallows

and ready to blast us
to the bottom of the sea.

Alter course, Jared.

Narbonne can have his ship from Spain

and we'll have his ships from Paris

and hoist him by his own petard!

- Helm, hard-a-larboard.
- Hard-a-larboard, sir!

Away there. Raise the topping lift!

Watch your wind.

- Debbie.

Remind me to buy you some earrings

for those sharp little ears of yours.

- I will.

- Sail, ho!

- Where away?

- Two points off the larboard bow, sir.

- Make it so.

Prepare for action, Jared.

She's flying the Narbonne flag.

- Aye, sir. Forward main braces!

- Forward main braces!

- Alee, bring her to!

- Show them who we are, Jared.

I'm going below.

Debbie, go to your cabin.

- And miss all the excitement?

Not me.

- You heard the captain's orders.

- So did you. Show them who we are.

- Hoist the Roger!

- Pirates!

Man the guns and
prepare to repel boarders.

- Man the guns!

Prepare to repel boarders!

- Gun toggles away!

Clear vents!

Ho!

Set and ready, sir.

- Prime guns.

- Prime guns!

- I thought I told you
to go to your cabin.

- Who are you supposed to be?

- Baptiste, the cutthroat.

We disguise the ship
when we leave New Orleans.

I don't want to be recognized either.

- Then why don't you stay in your cabin?

- Because I belong
out here, but you don't.

Take her as she comes!

Break her.

Fire!

- Fire!

- Ho!

- Stand by!

Hey, fasten those!

Prepare the bow hence!

Three on the masthead!

Fight them off!

Boarders away!

- Not bad, Captain.

Daring, but late.

And now, Captain, we
can discuss things calmly.

- How long before they make land?

- A few days.

But they're well-provisioned.

That's another secret
you've got to keep, Debbie.

I'd lose my standing as
a pirate if word got around

I spared my victims' lives.

- There she be.

That's one for Davy Jones
and two more a-coming.

- And this makes two!

- And still another to come!

There she be.

- Jared, an extra ration
of grub for the men.

Make it three extra
rations. One for each ship.

- Oh, I could use a bit of grub myself.

I guess I'm not cut out for
this occupation of pirating.

- That part of it's all over.

We sail for Martinique to sell
the cargo, and then, Debbie,

we go home, to New Orleans.

- Alas, drink up!

- No sleep tonight, Debbie?

- No.

- If you're worrying
about the police, don't.

I can take care of that ridiculous charge

the moment we land.

- What can you do about
this being our last night out?

- All voyages must end sometime.

- Why?

You could just turn this ship
around and keep on sailing.

- You forget my friends
at the Seaman's Fund.

And my business with them.

- To say nothing of Mademoiselle Villon

and your business with her.

- That too, Debbie.

I'd hoped you'd understand.

- I don't at all.

But I know what you're going to say,

what you've been leading
up to for the past three days.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but doesn't it go something like this?

"Uh, Debbie...

"this is a difficult
moment for both of us,

"but one we have to face.

"Now, being together
these past few months

"has made us forget
everyone but ourselves

"and led us to believe that
everything has changed,

"but tomorrow, we land in New Orleans,

"we meet our old friends

"and discover that nothing has changed.

Least of all, my feeling
toward Mademoiselle Villon."

- That doesn't sound very pretty.

- Perhaps you could make
it sound more attractive.

- No.

No matter what words I use,
the meaning would be the same.

I'm sorry, Debbie.

I hope you'll forgive me.

- And I hope that you.

That'll you'll be very happy.

Four bells and all's well.

- That's what you think.

- Captain Duval, there's a
Captain Kingston to see you.

- Show him right in.

Welcome home, Kingston.

I hadn't heard you were back.

- We dropped anchor this morning.

- Any sign of Baptiste?
- None.

- Mr. Narbonne is not so fortunate.

We lost three more ships.

Bad business.

Well, what brings you here?

- I have a small favor to ask.

It concerns a girl.

- But you only anchored this morning.

- This occurred before I
sailed, some trifling charge.

Assault, I believe.

But I feel a certain
responsibility in the matter

and promised to help her.

- And her name?
- Deborah McCoy.

- Oh, that one. Now I understand.

- Understand what?

- Why the charges were made
and why they were dropped.

Consider the matter closed, Captain.

The complainant requested the same favor.

- She did?
- Of course.

Right after her marriage.

As Madame Narbonne,
she recognized it was most

unseemly for her to be jealous of anyone

but Monsieur Narbonne.

- You are speaking
of Mademoiselle Villon.

- Of course.

Forgive me, Captain.

I assumed you would have
been the first to have heard.

It appears I made a dreadful mistake.

- Apparently I have been
saved from making a greater one.

- Robert!

This is a surprise.

- It is a day of surprises, madame.

My belated best wishes to you

and my congratulations
to Monsieur Narbonne.

- No anger, Robert?

That's not very flattering.

- At the risk of upsetting you, madame,

I find myself less angry than perplexed.

- How well you control
your emotions, Robert.

But you did come to see me.

And I must confess I'm pleased.

- A minor confession, madame.

- No other is important.

There was always one fault
with being in love with you.

You could do so well without me.

With Alexander, it's different.

He needs me.

I have the position
to go with his wealth.

It's a convenient
arrangement for both of us.

And, Robert, it's an
arrangement that needn't

too much affect you and me.

- When last we met,
you were quite violent

about a young lady.

I was just thinking of
the names you called her.

- Are you comparing
me to that guttersnipe?

- No longer, madame.

The comparison is too unfair... to her.

- Then I suggest you
leave here and return to her.

- No suggestion was ever
more welcome, madame.

I called to offer you my congratulations.

I now extend my sympathy.

- Get out.

- Your husband will soon
discover you are without honor.

You will soon discover
he is without wealth.

This should be a happy
arrangement for both of you.

You see, it has been a
day of surprises, madame.

- Patout...

is it true that Alexander
is in financial difficulties?

- Captain Kingston tell you that?

- Does it make any
difference who told me?

- A great deal, madame,
since it is my belief

he is responsible for those difficulties.

- Kingston?

- Or should I say Baptiste,
since they're one and the same.

- You're out of your mind.

- Both your husband and I
have every reason to believe this.

- Then why haven't
you gone to the police?

- For one reason, madame,
because you and your uncle

have always been his protectors.

- I would like nothing
better than to see him hang.

- If madame truly feels that way,

perhaps we can arrange that event.

We have manifests of all the cargos lost

when Baptiste looted our ships.

If any of these cargos are
found aboard Kingston's ship,

we have the proof we need.

- I see.

Send Alexander to me
as soon as he returns.

- Madame.

Should the charges be
preferred by the governor's niece,

Captain Duval would
act even more quickly.

- Of course.

And Captain Kingston
would be even more unhappy.

- We've had an anxious day, Captain,

wondering if it would be you or
the police who would call on us.

I haven't even let Debbie unpack.

- It's safe for her to do so,

but I'm here to ask her not to.

- Why not?

Does my presence in New
Orleans embarrass you?

- On the contrary, New
Orleans itself embarrasses me.

Therefore, I'm sailing immediately

and want you to go with me.

- Won't that be a little awkward?

You and I and Madame Narbonne?

- Then you know.
- Yes.

Madame Brizar was kind enough to tell me.

- At which point I
discovered that even a woman

doesn't understand women.

They're very unpredictable creatures,

as you're about to find out.

- Debbie, I don't think you understand.

There's nothing to stop us now.

I'm ready to turn the ship
around and keep on sailing.

- So now you're ready.

Well, I'm not.

When you thought you could
have Mademoiselle Villon,

you didn't want me.

Well, now that you can't
have her, I don't want you.

- I came here, Debbie,
because I discovered it wasn't.

Mademoiselle Villon I loved.

It was you.

- And I discovered that
I want no part of you.

I wasn't good enough for
you and your friends last night.

Well, they're not good
enough for me today.

- Debbie, stop acting like a fool.

- I wonder what your high
and mighty friends would say

if they knew that the
gallant Captain Kingston

was really Frederic Baptiste, the pirate!

- Why don't you tell them?

- Ahoy, Jared!

- Answer him.

- Ahoy, Captain.

- How fitting that Captain
Kingston should be

the first to know we
have captured Baptiste.

- She wasted no time in
coming to you, did she?

- Did you expect her to?

Secure them below.

- ♪ Oh, a sailor sails the seven seas ♪

♪ And maybe seven more ♪

♪ The banker's got his money saved ♪

♪ He's better off ashore ♪

♪ Oh, a sailor sails the seven seas ♪

♪ And maybe seven more ♪

- ♪ But keep your women locked away ♪

♪ The day he comes ashore ♪

♪ I met a man from New Orleans
one bright and sunny day ♪

♪ He said he'd never leave me ♪

♪ Then he up and sailed away ♪

♪ He was gone for 15 years ♪

♪ I thought that he was dead ♪

♪ But he came back with bags of gold ♪

♪ And here is what he said ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪

♪ A sailor sails the seven
seas and maybe seven more ♪

- Looks like we're wasting our time.

There isn't going to be any trouble here.

It's as peaceful as a clambake.

- The captain pays too
much attention to informers.

- ♪ My sister married Captain
John, a handsome sailor boy ♪

♪ They had a happy family
till he heard a ship "ahoy" ♪

♪ And then he got the urge
to sail and so he left them all ♪

♪ Now every time you pass her house ♪

♪ You'll hear my sister call ♪

- ♪ Oh, a sailor sails the seven seas ♪

♪ And maybe seven more ♪

- ♪ But when he's got a wife and child ♪

♪ He'll never come ashore ♪

♪ I've known a lot of sailor
boys, the captain and the crew ♪

♪ I'll eat with them
and drink with them ♪

♪ And flirt with one or two ♪

♪ But never will I marry
one and here's the reason why

♪ The very day I marry one,
he'll up and say goodbye ♪

♪ A sailor sails the seven
seas and maybe seven more ♪

- ♪ And I'll be true to any man ♪

♪ As long as he's ashore ♪

♪ The town is quiet as can
be, but not for very long ♪

♪ The moment that the ships come in ♪

♪ You'll hear a sailor's song ♪

♪ He's ready for a frolic,
so it's up to you and me ♪

♪ To make each sailor wish that he ♪

♪ Had never seen the sea ♪

♪ A sailor sails the seven
seas and maybe seven more ♪

- ♪ And now I go to meet my love ♪

♪ His ship has come ashore ♪

Now...

- I do not condemn your motive, my son,

only your method.

- No other method would
have been as effective.

- To live by the sword
is to perish by the sword.

You see what it has brought you.

- If you'll permit me,
Father, I see more clearly

where a woman has brought me.

- I have been to see this
Mademoiselle McCoy.

She denies having betrayed
you and I believe her.

- Father, in your calling,
you're supposed to believe.

Gentlemen, I'm overwhelmed by this honor.

- And well you should be, pirate.

Monsieur Narbonne has
come to offer you mercy.

- Monsieur Narbonne's
mercy can be more dangerous

than his threat.

- I pray you'll be generous, sir.

- Monsieur Narbonne has come as a friend.

And you're badly in
need of friends, Baptiste.

The governor has refused to see you.

Your execution is scheduled for dawn.

- It appears that all
is fair in love and war

and I have lost at both.

- Perhaps not.

I have come to make you an offer...

- Which you are in position to refuse.

- I am all ears, gentlemen.

- In exchange for a
simple statement from you,

I'm convinced I can persuade the governor

to offer you a pardon

on the condition that you
leave New Orleans forever.

- And what's to be the
nature of this statement?

- A simple confession that
the money you turned over

to the Seaman's Fund for
the purchase of new ships

was really mine, procured
by selling my cargo.

- The court will then rule
those transactions illegal.

- And compel the owners of
these ships to sign them over to you.

- Precisely.

- I would like nothing better
than to sign such a statement.

- But I'm afraid I can't.
- Why not?

You can't deny that you raided my ships.

- I can deny it.

In fact, I will deny it.

- Then you'll hang.
- Too bad.

It seems such a ridiculous way to die.

- Come, Patout, we're
just wasting our time.

- Open.
- Monsieur.

My compliments to your wife

and my apologies
for finding it impossible

to replenish the Narbonne fortune.

- She will at least have the satisfaction

of seeing you hang.

- As well as the reward
for having exposed you.

- Monsieur Patout!

You will never know how
happy you've made me.

- Line up, all of you.

Line up.

- What is all this, Sergeant?

- The fight at the Catfish, Captain.

The information you had was correct.

- Lock them up.

Merely a routine brawl.

- Bring them along.

Open up.

Come along.

Hurry up, move along.

- Now!

- Mademoiselle, the keys!

- Debbie!
- Jared!

- Quick, where is he?
- He's in the next cell.

Give me the keys.

- Debbie, is it any wonder I love you?

- Hurry, they'll have
reinforcements here any moment.

- If I hang for it, I'll have a kiss.

- There'll be time for
that later. Come on.

- Eight bells and all's well!

- How right he is.