John Harron credited as playing...
Aide with Message
- Jean Lafitte: [ironically enough, friendly introducing himself after sneakingly forcing his way into the office with a gun] General Jackson.
- Andrew Jackson: Who are you, sir?
- Jean Lafitte: [smilingly] Captain Jean Lafitte, at your service.
- Andrew Jackson: [immediately enraged] Lafitte? The pirate?
- Jean Lafitte: I've been called worse names.
- Andrew Jackson: Not as bad as some of the names I could call you. So, you take advantage of a time like this to rob and plunder, huh?
- Jean Lafitte: You are mistaken, mon General. I come here at considerable risk to myself to offer you the services of my men.
- Andrew Jackson: Your men? Your thieves and cutthroats.
- Jean Lafitte: My men are fighters; you need them, every one. The enemy has landed.
- Andrew Jackson: You lie, Lafitte. My scouts haven't seen any redcoats.
- Jean Lafitte: Mine have; they're only 9 miles from the city.
- Colonel Ed Livingston: [bounding into the office along with General Butler and an Aide] General Jackson, General Jackson!
- Aide with Message: The enemy is at Villa Rose Plantation, sir.
- Adjutant General Robert Butler: They're bringing up their batteries from the fleet.
- Andrew Jackson: By the eternal, they'll never sleep on American ground!
- Jean Lafitte: If I may suggest, my men are sea fighters, gunners. We ask nothing better than a chance to blow the enemy's batteries off our soil.
- Andrew Jackson: *Our* soil. What claim have you to any part of it? An outlaw, pirate!
- Jean Lafitte: Yes, General, an 'outlaw' if you will; but first, an American.
- Andrew Jackson: You know, Lafitte, I'm gonna give you a chance to make good on that. Colonel Livingston, see that orders are issued commisioning Jean Lafitte as a colonel in the United States militia.
- Colonel Ed Livingston: But Andy, he's a...
- Andrew Jackson: You heard what he said: he's an American! Butler, muster every man in New Orleans who can shoot a gun. Livingston, commandeer those cotton bales; take 'em to lie in a fire.
- [they salute and promptly leave]
- Jean Lafitte: Mon amie?
- [cheerily tosses the long rifle back to the guard from whom he stole it]
- Jean Lafitte: Mercie!