Buccaneer's Girl Page #5

Synopsis: Robin Hood-like pirate Baptiste takes only the ships of rich but wicked trader Narbonne. Fun loving Debbie, a passenger from his latest prize, stows away on the pirate ship and falls for the pirate; later, having become a New Orleans entertainer, she meets his alter ego, who's engaged to the governor's daughter. Sea battles and land rescues follow in lighthearted style.
 
IMDB:
6.0
APPROVED
Year:
1950
77 min
53 Views


discuss, madame.

Shall we retire until this

silly entertainment's over?

A splendid idea.

And life was

never like this before

Good evening, monsieur.

And how is Madame Latour?

Very well, thank you. Come, my dear.

And remind me to tell you of the

time Marshal La Fouche came to dinner.

He arrived even later than

usual, full of excuses.

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.

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.

Oh! 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!

Oh! Please stop. No. 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 anything 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.

Mmm-hmm.

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, Toussaint.

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, Toussaint.

Run, get out of here. Where will I go?

What's the difference?

Just make sure that 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 you, 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.

I 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 is 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

sails! Away, you lubbers!

Aye, sir. Take the helm.

Forward, main braces! 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.

Why, 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 fiance broke up my song.

We are 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 me 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 haul, 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 for 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-of-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! Braces,

topsails and courses!

Watch your wind!

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