The Alamo Page #6

but they're all there.

You are sending me away. You...

You talked about the fight

against evil but you...

You are sending me to safety.

Flaca, you have an important name.

You know a million words

and how they should be used.

I'm sending you to fight your war,

to talk up a howling mob.

I'll stay here and hit a lick.

I hope you can drive a mule.

His name's Jess, they told me.

He seems a good, honest mule.

Maybe I'll never see you again.

If that's what's written,

that's what's written.

When it's time, it's time.

Talkin' only makes it the harder, Flaca.

So stir up that mule.

Davy, I...

You never pray, do you, Davy?

I never found the time.

Sir! Tennesseans.

Colonel Travis!

Crockett and his men.

Go down and open the gate.

I'll just holler down.

Your orders were to go down,

not holler down, Mr Dennison!

Yes, sir.

Crack shots, those Tennesseans.

Twenty times their number's

what we need, and more.

Oh, I'm sorry, Will. Such gloomy

remarks are for your ears alone.

Isn't that Bowie

galloping up to catch 'em?

I can just hear him pleading his cause.

Crockett seems to me the type of man

that would choose Bowie.

What you mean is

he isn't the type of man to choose me.

Oh, Will. Depend on you

to say it the most brutal way.

Most facts are brutal!

Just look at that great knife fighter

yapping at Crockett.

Cut, slash, and run!

Let's get mounted. Cut, slash, and run!

Cut, slash, and run.

Cost Santa Anna a hundred troops

at every creek crossing...

...between here and the North.

Sounds reasonable the way you put it...

...but Travis has a point, too.

Takes thinkin' on.

Hey, Jim!

Halt! Who goes there?

Bob, I swear I'm gonna shoot you

off that wall. Are you blind?

That's what I was told to holler every

time.

Well, don't holler at me!

Idiot.

You think on it, Davy. You'll side with me.

What is it?

Tennesseans, Nell. 23 of 'em.

All the way from home.

Do you recognise any, Jocko?

Is my brother Malachi with them?

He was a fella to go

where there was trouble.

He was that.

But, Nell, you know Malachi was hung.

Or so some folks told us.

Colonel Crockett. I am glad you were able

to persuade your men to join us.

Well, they insisted, sort of.

Our heartiest welcome!

Ladies and gentlemen...

...we are proud to welcome

these patriotic men...

...who have travelled 1500 miles

to join us in our hour of need.

- Sergeant Lightfoot!

- Yes, sir?

You will have your men

raise a cheer for our gallant allies...

- ... from the illustrious state of Tennessee!

- Yes, sir!

- Hip! Hip!

- Hooray!

- Hip! Hip!

- Hooray!

- Hip! Hip!

- Hooray!

Captain, you will attend to

the billeting of these men.

After you are quartered, I will take you

on a tour of the emplacements.

This way, gentlemen.

Crockett! Davy Crockett!

- We're from Tennessee.

- Well, howdy, folks!

We seen you when you came

to Stink Wells...

...to speak about that job for the Congress.

- You shook hands with me.

- I'll do her again.

He didn't vote for you, though.

- Other fella gave him four bits.

- I'm sorry.

Don't be. Glad there were

enough sensible folks like you...

...to vote me out of that job.

Well, later on we'll have

a real old home talkfest.

Right now we've got to get quartered

and bedded down. Would you excuse us?

You should have voted for him, Jocko.

Soldados! Soldados!

Columna a la izquierda!

Of our 24 pieces of ordnance,

five are these six-pounders.

Something's stirring in town!

Ladies will take cover, please!

Men, to your battle positions!

Los documentos!

Los documentos.

- Teniente, cumpla con sus rdenes.

- S, seor.

Captain Dickinson,

are your men disposed?

At their posts, sir!

No one will fire unless I so order!

Those people are under

the protection of a flag of truce.

Columna alto!

From Generalissimo Antonio Lpez de

Santa Anna, absolute ruler of Mexico...

...to the rebel commander

who deems himself in command...

...of the rebels occupying the mission.

Be it known:

The province of Mexico known as Texas...

...has shown itself to be

in active and treasonous revolt...

...against the rule of

Generalissimo Santa Anna.

The generalissimo issues

the following order.

All occupants of the mission

will leave at once...

...leaving all arms

and ammunition behind them.

If this order is not followed

with dispatch...

...the generalissimo will reduce

the mission by assault.

There will be no quarter given.

Columna a la derecha!

Marchen!

Well, what do you think, Jim?

I hate to say anything good about

that long-winded jackanapes...

...but he does know

the short way to start a war.

The Sixth...

The Sixth Vera Cruzano Fusiliers.

They're bivouacking about

a mile south of our west bastion.

Light artillery, lancers, some engineers.

Not one unit of heavy assault troops yet,

and it still adds up to 2,000 men.

That'll be to our advantage, Dick.

That main body must be

strung out for miles.

The assault infantry,

heavy artillery and supply trains...

They won't be here for four or five days.

The actual battle can't start until then.

Oh, there'll be an occasional sortie

feeling out our defences.

But they won't commit to an attack until

Santa Anna is here with his main force.

- Then what?

- Then Fannin will be here.

More troops arriving every hour.

Prettiest army I ever did see.

Yeah.

If I take my men out, do you go with me?

Davy, you know this old mission

can't stand up to Santa Anna's army.

- My way's the only way.

- Travis says that Fannin's coming.

Travis says! I wouldn't take Travis's

word that night's dark and day's light.

Blowin' on a horn. That's all.

Chicken in the bread bag,

pickin' up the corn. That's all.

Flies in the buttermilk.

Shoo, fly, shoo! That's all.

Ants in the sugar bowl.

Two by two. That's all.

- I carried twice as much!

- You're twice as big.

Patrol's in trouble!

Doggone it, Beekeeper!

I thought you wasn't gonna open

that corn liquor till nightfall!

It's only a half-hour till dark.

Besides, it's my keg, ain't it?

Well, all right. Give me some of that stuff!

I'm so scared I could drink all of it!

Maybe I will.

What'd you see, Irish?

More than I wanted to, Jim.

A lot of men arriving.

And they got the durned

blastedest cannon ever I did see!

Something like this.

12 or 14 foot long maybe!

- He sure draws pretty, don't he?

- Frightening!

12 or 14 feet long. Are you sure, Irish?

- Well, yeah...

- Finn!

Yes, sir!

You were ordered to report to me,

not to hold lecture courses. Get up here!

All right, Will... uh... Colonel Travis.

Hey, Travis! With a cannon like that...

...them Santa Anna fellas can just sit up

there and give us what for, can't they?

There's no such cannon

in the North American continent.

They have some in Europe,

according to last reports.

Acting Lieutenant Finn is exaggerating.

Fuego!

She's a big one, Davy!

And she's shooting from over here!

Battery One! Is your gun ready?

We're primed and ready, sir!

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