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* Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie *

* He was a bold
adventuring 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 a fighter, a fearless
and mighty adventuring man *

* He was a fighter, a fearless
and mighty adventuring man *

- [Jim] When the United States

bought Lousiana from Napoleon,

America Got a big dividend.

Some of the finest
restaurants in the world.

The Pearl and Crown
was a new one on me,

but my newspaper
friend Justinian Tebbs,

claimed that it's oysters Lebec

was the finest dish
in all New Orleans.

I was soon to discover,

that there were
other attractions.

- Oh Justin (speaks foreign
language) where have you been?

- Well I, oh, Annette

I'd like you to meet Jim Bowie.

- Oh Mr. Jim Bowie.

- And Jim, this is,
Mademoiselle Lebec.

- How do you do?

(speaks foreign
language) Mademoiselle.

Thank you.

We came here for the oysters?

- Justin, when you promised
to bring important people

I did not dream it would
be the famous Jim Bowie.

Come your table.

- I see, I've just
been invited here

to build you up for
the young lady huh?

- Build me up?

I think I'm already
built up as you say,

you notice the greeting I got?

- Yeah.

- Oh, there's my boss Monsieur
Matin, at the back table.

- [Jim] Did you
send him here too?

- Naturally.

- Hm mm.

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot bangs)

(woman shrieks)

(Justin grunts)

- Oh Justin, (speaks
foreign language),

Are you alright Justin?

- Well what was he after?

Who was he shooting at?

- At me no doubt.

And my thanks Mr. Bowie
to you and your knife.

- But why at you Monsieur?

- If a newspaper editor
doesn't get shot at

from time to time, he does
not deserve the title.

- No, no, monsieur, I think
that he was after this.

- What you got in there?

- My pearls.

(dramatic music)

- Well, this has
been very pleasant

but I must be getting
back to my office.

Thank you again Mr. Bowie.

- My pleasure Mr. Matin.

- Perhaps you better
take a day off Tebbs

and recover from the excitement.

- Poor Justin, he fell down
and he bumped his head.

- I didn't fall down
Annette, I was pushed

and my head's fine.

- It will feel better
for a day's vacation.

Gentleman.

- Good night.

- Good night Pierre.

(Pierre speaks foreign language)

- Did you like our
oysters Lebec monsieur?

- The finest oysters I ever ate.

Now tell me about those pearls.

Oh sit down, Lebec, sit down.

Tell me about those
pearls of yours.

They really come from our
own Louisiana oysters?

- (speaks foreign language),
it is a law of nature.

If one opens enough oysters,
one is sure to find pearls.

- Well they're tasty and
they give pearls beside.

It's amazing.

- But that is not all
it gives, the oyster.

- No, well what
else does it give?

- Show them Annette.

- The buttons monsieur.

- Oh, the buttons.

- Finest mother of pearl.

- Made from our own Louisiana
oyster like I serve you.

- You made these?

- My father's trade, button
making in Marseilles.

- Well this has
distinct possibilities.

Do you think you could turn
out a lot of these buttons,

I mean a whole lot?

(Pierre speaks French)

Then why don't you go
in the button business.

- Oh the capital monsieur.

The machines, factory, salesmen.

- Well, maybe I could
raise the capital.

I mean if you're interested,

I think there could
be real money in this.

Let me think about it huh?

- You brought us good luck
monsieur, I am sure of it.

- Oh no, no, Annette,

(Pierre and Annette
speak foreign language)

(expectant music)

- Gentleman.

Gentleman may I,
(glass clinking)

May I have your attention
please gentlemen.

Thank you.

Now I'm sure we've all
enjoyed the excellent

and the celebrated cuisine
of Monsiur Pierre Lebec.

- Hear! Hear!
- Wonderful dinner monsieur.

Thank you very much.

And now we'll come to the,

well the business
part of our evening.

I have invited you all
here to make you an offer

of an opportunity for
the chance to participate

in a little enterprise.

In front of each one of you
you'll see one of these shells.

It's a common,
ordinary oyster shell.

Now I draw your
particular attention

to the holes drilled in it.

For it's in these holes
gentleman that you see

what may well be the start
of a great new industry

in our fair city.

The manufacture
of pearl buttons.

(group chuckling)

Annette would you mind
coming here please.

Now gentlemen if you can manage

to focus your attention
on Mademoiselle Lebec,

I'd like you to take a
good look at her buttons.

See these buttons here?

Each one of these is
made from the shell

of our own Louisiana oysters.

(men laughing)

Gentlemen, what's so
funny, what's the joke?

- I guess you haven't seen
the latest Courier Jim?

- No I haven't
Captain Gunderson.

- Do you have a
copy Commissioner?

- Oh yes, I do, right here.

There you are.

- There's a poem on
the front page Jim.

It's entitled: The Ballad
of Bowie's Buttons.

- Let me see that.

- [Commissioner] Now why don't
you read it for us Captain?

(group applauds)

- Forgive us dear reader,
but we must relate

the tale of an oyster
that Jim Bowie ate.

This succulent bivalve
gave Jim the weird notion

of riches to wrest from
the deep of the ocean.

We'll save all the oyster
shells emptied by gluttons

and fabricate plenty of
pretty pearl buttons.

(group laughing)

- Very funny.

- There's another stanza.

- Well good, good.

Captain, by all
means read that too.

- But Jim's sudden fancy
for mother of pearl

could it be for romancing
a saucy young girl.

Before you invest in
his savory shellfish

ask Jim if his motives
are purely unselfish.

If you must use his oyster
shell what-you-ma-call-its

we'd suggest that you button
the flaps on your wallet.

(group laughing)

- By the Poet Laureate
of Desire Street.

Why that's Justinian Tebbs.

The coward, he wouldn't
even sign his own name.

- Good night Jim.

Fine party.

(men chuckling)

- This is the tale of an
oyster that Jim Bowie ate.

The succulent bivalve--

- Great evening Jim.

- Commissioner Devereau sir,

aren't you gonna do
something about this?

I mean as a
commissioner of police.

- Do what?

- Well something.

I mean this is libel isn't it.

The Ballad of Bowie's Buttons.

- It's a civil matter.

We have a free press Jim.

There's nothing the
police can do about it.

- Well there's something
I can do about it.

- Like what?

- Take the hide off that Poet
Laureate of Desire Street.

- (chuckles) Well don't do
anything you'll regret Jim.

Good night.

Good night miss.

(foreboding music)

- Stand right where
you are my friend.

Now then, perhaps you'll
explain what you're doing here.

Get over there.

I see.

(explosion booms)

(somber music)

- He's coming
around commissioner.

- How do you feel?

- Well, not too good.

How's Mr. Matin?

- He's dead Jim.

- He's dead?

- Commissioner.

Look at this.

It was in his hand.

- That's from the Pearl and
Crown, from Pierre Lebec.

- Yes.

Yes I'm afraid it is.

There are times when I'd
rather be anything else

than a policeman.

- Wait a minute!

You don't think I'm
responsible for this?

- What else can I think Jim?

- Commissioner.

- You were very
angry in that cafe.

- Why sure I was angry,
but not angry enough

to blow up a newspaper
and kill the editor.

- You didn't make threats
against The Courier?

I heard them, so did
Captain Gunderson.

- They weren't against The
Courier, they were against

the Poet Laureate
of Desire Street.

- Against me?

- Yeah, but not to kill you.

Just to make you eat that poem.

- Look Jim, what happened
when you got here.

Will you tell us?

- Well I came in the
door and there was--

- Jim, Jim.

If I were you I'd save
my story for the court.

- For the court?

- You leave me no choice
Jim, you're under arrest.

- Arrest?

For what?

- For murder.

Take him away.

- You and your poems.

(dramatic music)

- Well what now Jim?

- Well I don't know, a
bath, some clean clothes,

get the smell of jail off of me.

- Well, I have to get to work.

- Sure.

Thanks for raising
my bail Justin.

- Oh it was the
least I could do.

- Forget it.

- Jim.

I've been wondering.

Who would want to have you
charged with murder and why?

- I've been wondering
that too, myself.

And I aim to find out.

- Why don't you come down
to The Courier after a while

and we'll talk about it.

- Alright I will.

See you later.

- Well, press wasn't damaged.

We can get out the next issue.

What's that?

- A list of the guests I
had for dinner last night

at the Pearl and Crown.

It's got to be one of these men

for that drilled out oyster
shell to have been here.

- Let's see.

Joplin, Hastings, Borday.

These are the most prominent
men in New Orleans Jim.

Commissioner of Police Devereau,

Brusseau, Captain Gunderson.

Any of these man have
anything against you?

- Not a one, that I know of.

- Well, you're
trying to figure out

who would want to implicate you,

but maybe that was
just incidental.

- Look, I'm charged with murder,

what's incidental about that?

- I know.

But Monsieur Matin is dead

and it was The Courier
that was blown up.

Now maybe that was the primary
motive, to get rid of him.

- Matin?

- And maybe that incident at
The Pearl and Crown last week

was the first attempt

and now they've finished
what they've started.

- You mean,
something he printed?

- Maybe.

The last issue.

Let's see, interesting letter.

- Steamboat traffic on increase.

(Justin mumbles)

Intellectual training
of the young.

- Wait a minute!

Maybe it wasn't something
Matin had printed,

maybe it was something
he was about to print.

Look at that.

- The Courier has
unearthed a series

of shocking developments
in our municipal life.

As soon as our
facts are verified,

possibly by press time
of our next edition,

we will publish the
entire sordid story.

- Well?

- Yeah, it could be it.

To stop The Courier
from printing the story.

What were they?

- How do I know?

- Well you work here,
you're on the staff.

- Matin didn't tell me.

- The readers don't
know that, do they?

- Don't know what?

- That Matin didn't disclose
the story to anyone.

No they'll expect to read
it in the next edition.

- Yeah I guess they figure
somebody else will write it.

- But the murderer
won't will he,

'cause he'll think he's
safe now that Matin's dead.

- Yes.

- Alright then.

Suppose The Courier brings
out a special edition tonight

promising that Matin's
story will be printed anyway

in the next regular
edition, that's Saturday.

What'll that do?

- Well it might smoke
the murderer out.

- [Jim] Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Begin it this way,
The Courier intends--

- Thank you Jim,
I'll write the story.

- Oh.

You know Justi, this is
a very important article,

don't you think you ought
to sign your name to it?

- Well naturally I'll sign
my name Justinian Tebbs.

Acting Editor.

- Fine, fine.

- Well, I have a start.

Listen.

The evil bomb murderer
who tried to silence

the clarion voice of The
Courier by killing its editor

and planting an infernal
machine in our press

is doomed to bitter
disappointment.

- It's great, it's great!

- As acting editor, I promise
our readers and the murderer

that our next regular
edition of The Courier,

which goes to press tomorrow
night, will positively contain

the sensational disclosures
which Claude Matin was killed...

- Well what's the matter?

- A very unpleasant notion
just crossed my mind.

- What's that?

- This murderer who
silenced the editor,

suppose he should
employ the same tactics

on the acting editor and
with the same finality.

- Isn't that just what we
want him to do, to try?

- Depends on your point of view.

(expectant music)

- [Jim] The extra was
printed that night, Thursday.

It caused a sensation.

Justi called it
his death notice.

We made sure all my
dinner guests had copies.

Then we settled down to wait.

All day Friday.

It was almost dark now and
still nothing had happened.

Nobody had made a
suspicious move.

- Oh!

Oh, Mr. Devereau.

I'm certainly glad it was you.

- Yes I had some
business down river today

and when I got back to my
office a little while ago.

I saw this.

It made me curious.

- Oh yes, the extra.

Actually ît was
Jim Bowie's idea.

- Oh.

- Well, we hoped that
maybe the murderer

of Monsieur Matin
would try again.

- To stop publication
of the disclosures?

Where is Mr. Bowie?

- I don't know.

We had an arrangement
that he was supposed to be

right nearby in case the
murderer tried to, kill me.

- I see.

- However fortunately,
or unfortunately,
as the case may be,

I guess our trap didn't work.

- Well that's not
quite correct Justi.

You see, unfortunately for
you, your trap did work.

- Mr. Devereau, you?

- Yes.

My identity was a
surprise to Mr. Matin too.

It's regrettable.

- But what about Jim Bowie?

I mean, why did
you implicate him?

- Oh, that was
purely spontaneous.

If it hadn't been for
your poetic endeavors,

I could never have found
such a convenient scapegoat.

- My ballad.

- Oh believe me Justi,
I'd hoped that silencing

Matin would be enough,
I never thought--

- Mr. Devereau, I've
been offered a job
on a New York paper

and I could develop
a very bad memory.

- But I could develop
a very good one.

(gunshot bangs)

- Where've you been?

- Keeping out of sight.

I didn't want to scare
our friend here away.

- Frankly gentleman,

it would have been better
for you both, if you had.

Right Captain!

- Aargh!

(yelling)

(punch thuds)

- Jim, the bomb!

(dramatic music)

- Why should Monsieur
Devereau do this bad thing?

After all, he was the
police commissioner.

- Well, Devereau
had a unique method

of enforcing our
Indian trade laws.

He used to look the other way

while Gunderson was
shipping in contraband.

They were both getting rich.

- Then when Matin found
out, they protected

our free press by trying
to blow it sky high.

- And now Monsieur Bowie,

perhaps you can get
back to the buttons?

- Yes, perhaps we can.

- Oh come now Jim, you've
got about as much chance

of making money out of buttons

as I have of eating an oyster...

(expectant music)

and finding a pearl.

* Jim Bowie, Jim Bowie *

* He was a fighter *

* A fearless and
mighty adventurer *