San Antonio Page #9

so it don't stick in so far out.

Sheesh, shoosh.

Always the opposite.

JEANNE:

Bozic.

BOZIE:

Yes, darling, what can I do for you?

There must have been some answer.

No, Jeanne. No answer is from.

Well, didn't he even say anything

to the boy who took my note to him?

The boy don't know

where is Clay Hardin...

...so I send him to look where he ain't

to see if he is back.

I don't see the boy since after.

Now, go inside, please,

before you change my mind some more.

Maybe Clay never got your note at all.

We got to get her out

of this terrible town.

If you can't say nothing, don't speak.

[GRUMBLES]

If she can't get her mind off that rider,

there's no sense in taking her 200 miles.

She'd only turn around and come back.

I'd do the same thing myself.

Jeanne, if you feel so bad,

we don't go someplace.

We don't leave

until after we all get killed yet.

If that is what you want. Ah.

No, Bozie. We're leaving now.

If he can't even walk across the plaza

to say goodbye to me...

...I don't want to see him again

or think of him or hear his name.

Now we pack.

Quick, quick, quick.

Begin putting the stuff on the...

Huh?

Gee. You...

I was very happy to meet you.

Thank you. See you again.

It was very nice. Thank you.

You've searched the Alamo again

since daylight?

There was only one body in the Alamo.

The body of Legare.

Nobody knows what happened in there.

Oh, we'll know more about it

when we find Clay.

- Lf we find him.

- Yeah.

Aye.

[GUN CLICKS]

Move over, honey.

BOZIE:

Look, look, look.

There goes an empty horse.

You look like they drug you through

in an irrigation project, backwards.

He looks as though

they completely killed him.

- Just where do you think you're going?

- Out of Texas, you can bet on that.

How can you even think

of leaving Texas?

Well, I...

Can't you see the sad look in the eyes

of those poor little cattle out there?

Look at them.

- You mean, that Matagorda knot-head?

- Yeah. Huh?

Matagorda?

Now, just a minute.

Since when did Easterners

start talking about Matagordas?

Well... I guess I just wasn't thinking. I...

I'll say you weren't.

I always thought

there was something phony about you.

Now, are you going to tell me the truth?

Just where

were you born and raised, huh?

Fort Worth.

A Texan, I thought so.

I could have gotten away with it

if I'd really tried.

You let go of her, Clay Hardin.

We're going to New Orleans alone.

No, ma'am, we're not.

There is only one place for us Texans.

Amigo, turn around.

[ROSAS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

- Always the opposite.

- Ha, ha! That's right.

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