EXT. ANNAPOLIS HARBOR – DAY
Five vessels ride their anchors out in the Roads, tended by a flock of small boats plying back and forth, transporting soldiers and supplies to shore.
Three more vessels crowd the dock, each disgorging their contents into the mountains of cargo heaping up on the wharf. A line of freight wagons do their best to cart things away but it’s a losing battle.
U. S. NAVAL ACADEMY WHARF
Jimmy, attired in the uniform of the New York State militia, wanders among the hubbub and chaos of the wharf. At last he arrives at the object of his curiosity, the base of the gold ship.
At present, no workers are busy unloading her. About to take a step toward her empty gangplank, he stops and retreats when he notices Romeo and Lon at the top.
GANGPLANK OF THE GOLD SHIP
Lon turns to the CAPTAIN of the vessel and extends a hand in thanks.
You’ve been most gracious, Captain.
CAPTAIN OF THE GOLD SHIP
Not at all, it was the least that one could do for a fellow officer. I wish you success, sir. Up with the Union, down with the rebels!
Lon smiles, bids him goodbye and he and Romeo begin their descent.
I will head straight to the Helmsley Tavern and will meet you there later. Meanwhile you will be about your business?
Yes, suh. I will seek out the harbor master and offer–
(with a grin)
A STREET IN ANNAPOLIS
As Lon threads his way through the throng of people, Jimmy keeps him in view. Besides LABORERS and PEDDLERS, most are SOLDIERS like Jimmy, in a multitude of militia uniforms.
On the corner near Helmsley’s Tavern, Lon stops and wheels around. Jimmy pretends interest in a shop sign, when he looks back, Lon is nowhere in sight. Then, before he can take another step, he is seized violently from behind and spun around.
I’ve had enough of your sneaking–
Jimmy! What the devil are you doing here? And in that uniform!
Oh. Hi, Lon. You know I’ve fallen on hard times when you find me in the garb of a soldier.
It wasn’t too long after you left that I bilged, failed the February exam.
I wound up at my grandfather’s in Brooklyn, and then Sumter came along–
He looks downcast. Lon puts a comforting arm around his shoulder.
Still have a hankering to be a pirate?
INT. HEMSLEY’S TAVERN
Lon enters with Jimmy and immediately encounters the PROPRIETOR.
My name is Turner. Someone may have been asking for me.
Lon holds out his hand, and they grip one another’s wrist. The proprietor gives him a curt nod in reply.
Yes. I’ll send for the gentlemen. You can wait for them in here.
He motions them into:
A PRIVATE ROOM – HELMSLEY TAVERN
So, I’ve told you all about me, where have you been these last few months?
A-sailing the bounding main.
Ah! Checking out the gold ship!
Among other things.
JESSE JAMES enters, a man of medium height and build. At first he is all smiles and cordiality until he notices the uniform that Jimmy is wearing. With that realization his hand drops and his smile twists into a scowl.
Before he can say a word, Louis Toussant follows him into the room. He swiftly crosses to his friends and initiates a round of back slapping. With this display, the older man relaxes his animosity.
Well I never thought I’d ever see you two again. And together too.
You can rest at ease, sir. You’re among friends. Mister?
You can call me Jesse. Jesse James from Tennessee.
A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. James.
They exchange a wrist hand shake, and Lon introduces the others.
Is the shipment really here?
Yes, we accompanied it from Panama. But from here on in, it’s under a closer guard than we expected.
(looks at Jimmy)
But we’ve figured out some ways around it.
Do you have access to any arms?
Jimmy looks startled. Lon answers.
They shouldn’t be necessary. Not the way we’ve planned it out.
(pats his waistband)
Well, I’ve got us covered, if things get rough.
I don’t think we have a worry, it should all go like clockwork.