The Alamo Page #4

all the trouble around here, you know...

- May I speak privately with you, sir?

- Sure, but...

- Aren't you Seora de Lpez?

- Seor Bowie, I'm sorry.

- I did not recognise you.

- This place ain't fit for...

I know. But the matter is urgent.

Could I have a few private words

with this gentleman?

Sure. Excuse me.

I'll be inside, Crockett.

Crockett?

You are the famous David Crockett?

Well, I'm Crockett.

They named me Davy after an uncle

that didn't leave Pa the farm after all.

Mr Crockett, shortly after you left my

room I heard an altercation in the street.

I could hear the sound,

though I could not see from my window.

It sounded like a drunken brawl.

Well, sittin' right here I didn't hear a thing.

Well, anyway, I saw lights

in the old church...

...and people moving about.

And one of them was Emil.

And... a thought came to me.

As you may know,

Colonel Travis has ordered...

...all powder and ball

from the merchants of Bexar.

And he didn't find any

at Emil's warehouse.

It's my opinion... it's all hidden

in the basement of that church.

And... Mr Crockett...

The defenders of Texas are going to

need that powder against Santa Anna.

- And you're against Santa Anna?

- Bitterly. Of course.

And this... uh... Emil? He's for him?

Yes, he is.

Then, how did he figure you'd marry him?

Political arguments

don't flavour folks' supper.

Nevertheless, I am going to marry him.

Please let's not discuss it, Mr Crockett.

The name is Davy,

and I couldn't sleep nights...

Will you say goodbye

for me to Mr Bowie?

- Well, I...

- I can make my own way...

...and I hope the information is helpful.

Something interesting, Jim.

Parson, round up a couple of the men,

fairly sober, and meet us out in the street.

Where are we goin'?

- The church.

- Yeah, Davy.

Hey!

Parson!

- Why'd you run off without me?

- I told him to stay behind. He's drunk.

Stick to the point.

Why'd you run off without me?

Jim, this is Beekeeper. Jim Bowie.

- Hi.

- You can come along.

But hold your breath. Can they smell,

they'll be warned you're coming.

Excuse me.

- Grab that torch.

- Yeah.

Excuse me.

Well! Here, Parson.

Yes, sir.

- Rifles.

- Must be 50 of 'em!

- Plvora.

- That's gunpowder.

- Let me take a look at that stuff.

- Watch it!

- Stand back and stand still.

- Excuse me.

There must be a ton of it.

I'm sure gonna be looking forward

to seeing that soldier boy's face...

...when we bring this in.

It's a beautiful morning, Davy Crockett.

It is that...

...Mara de Lpez y Vejar.

My goodness! You remember all that?

Sure. I'm not as stupid

as I look from the outside.

- What's Spanish for breakfast?

- Desayuno.

Let's take a paseado out

and get some desayuno.

- Paseado?

- That means "walk".

That means "have walked".

But never mind. I'll get dressed.

Wait a minute.

First, write me a letter.

A letter?

- In Spanish.

- Of course.

To whom is the letter addressed?

To the Honorable Davy Crockett Esquire.

- You wish a letter written to yourself?

- Yep.

To the Honorable

Davy Crockett Esquire...

...former Congressman of

the United States of America.

Esteemed sir...

Hurry it up there!

- Seen Davy?

- Ain't nobody seen Davy. He ain't about.

First lie you've told today, Thimblerig.

- Mornin', Davy!

- Howdy!

Say, Davy, what kind

of a load you got there?

Presents for some friends.

Let's go, Parson!

Halt! Who goes there?

Is that you, Bob?

Why, sure. Can't you see?

Then what kind of idiot nonsense

is this "Who goes there"?

Well, Travis - Colonel Travis, that is -

he says that I should...

I don't care what Travis said. Open

the gate before I shoot you off that wall!

Sentry! Open the gate for Colonel Bowie!

Near a ton of good powder here, men!

Get it unloaded!

That long one there, he's Davy Crockett.

- And three of his good men.

- Colonel Crockett.

Hello, Travis.

Looks like the answer to a prayer.

Colonel, I'd be pleased if you'd join me

in my quarters for some refreshment.

Proud to.

Oh, and you too,

Colonel Bowie, if you will.

I'm a stranger around these here parts.

What do you Texicans use

for drinkin' whiskey?

- Drinkin' whiskey.

- You got manners or ain't you?

Captain Dickinson,

this is Colonel Davy Crockett.

Morning, Dick.

Oh, and this is my cousin Mrs Dickinson.

- Colonel Crockett.

- Colonel Bowie.

Well, it's nice meeting you,

Davy Crockett.

I feel as if I know you already.

You see, part of my family

come from Tennessee...

...and, well, your name is a household

word there. At least in our house it was.

Thank you, ma'am.

It's nice to be well thought of.

- Mommy.

- Oh, yes, darling!

Oh! I've asked you

not to climb those stairs alone.

- Well, who's this?

- You say hello to Colonel Crockett?

Hello.

Every size they get to

seems to be the most lovable.

Will you gentlemen excuse me?

Goodbye, Colonel.

Goodbye.

Kind of a shame

kids have to grow up into people.

It's good we're all here, gentlemen.

A cigar?

Please, make yourselves comfortable.

I have some news.

Fannin is doing well at Goliad.

He has mustered

almost a thousand men...

...and should be ready to move south

by the first of the week.

A thousand? It don't seem possible.

It does sound too good to be true,

I must confess.

But we can only admit

our doubts to each other.

In the privacy of a room

and not in front of the men.

As far as the volunteers are concerned,

we're sure Fannin has a thousand men.

- I got a reputation for truth, Travis.

- I ain't.

Everybody says I'm a born liar.

But whether we talk out loud or quiet

don't seem to me the point right now.

The point is how many men has Fannin

and will he get here in time?

Whether he does or doesn't,

we'll be trapped here. And for no reason.

We should burn all of Bexar,

including this mission.

And annoy Santa Anna while he sweeps

north across the whole of Texas?

- That's Colonel Bowie's theory!

- We could hit and run!

Jump him at every creek crossing...

You seem to forget one thing, Colonel!

That I command!

And I have already

decided against your plan!

Now...

Let us attack a more important problem.

Colonel Crockett's Tennesseans.

Will they fight, Colonel?

Last time I saw 'em they hadn't shown

any strong feelings against fighting.

- Can you persuade them to come here?

- I can ask them.

And you're a very persuasive man

according to your reputation.

Build up the story that Fannin has

a thousand... no, two thousand men.

- Play down the size of Santa Anna's...

- We've been through this.

He wants me to lie to my men, too.

Keep 'em here with lies.

Let the truth of Santa Anna's strength

be known and there won't be a dozen left!

- You calling my boys cowards?

- Let us dispense with the pyrotechnics!

Remember this. My men are volunteers!

They're here because they wanna be!

But there's nothing to keep 'em

from gettin' outta here!

I'm aware that your men are militia.

And, like all volunteers, undisciplined.

Good day, Colonel Bowie.

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