The Alamo Page #8

Get that gear put away.

Crockett.

By God, boy! You're bad-tempered!

Don't you ever try to make

a fool out of me again!

- Once is enough.

- I make up my own mind.

Never thought otherwise, Jim.

I was wondering... You think there'd be

a mouthful of that corn juice left?

We could kinda

cut the tar out of our throats.

That's a great idea, Davy!

That's a great idea!

I still say you're bad-tempered.

Amigo!

Halt! Who goes there?

Don't shoot, amigo!

A message for Jim Bowie.

In the sombrero!

Jim!

Fella says there's a message

in this hat for you.

Huh! Kind of a strange way

to be sending messages, ain't it?

Yeah.

Maybe Santa Anna surrendered.

What is it, Jim?

I never... knew the night...

...could be so dark.

My... my wife...

She...

She's... dead.

I lived through it, Jim.

It's hard.

It was the plague.

The damn plague!

Oh, God, dear God!

Oh, Davy... she...

She was so small.

So tiny. So very tiny.

She wanted to stay in Bexar

to be near me, but...

...I made her go to Coahuila.

I made her go!

My man Parson...

He's a kind of a preacher.

He keeps sayin'...

...little do we mortals know.

Hold your head up, Jim.

Colonel Bowie...

You've had a communication

from outside these walls.

This is against my orders.

What information have you received?

Bowie, hand me that letter!

You may die tonight.

That little lady, Jim.

She won't like it.

Colonel Bowie...

Please accept

my most profound sympathy...

...and my regret for having

disturbed you at such a moment.

This in no way impairs your right to call

me on the field of honour at a later date.

But I wish to express my sorrow for you...

...and present my apology for

being such a boor at such a time.

Travis...

You can't help bein' you...

...and I can't help bein' me.

- What's that all about, Sergeant?

- 32 cases hospitalised today, sir.

Well... Tell 'em to move over

after last night's party...

Oh, no, sir. Women and children.

Another officers' call.

See for yourself. It's all like that.

Sir.

Gentlemen.

- Doctor.

- It's as simple as this, gentlemen.

I had 32 cases

of mild dysentery this morning.

I tested the salt pork barrel the rations

were issued from. It's tainted.

So is every other barrel in the warehouse.

Sergeant.

Barring the pork, I figure we have...

...three or four days' full rations

to serve to the garrison.

You see the dilemma, gentlemen.

We are almost out of food.

However, Santa Anna does not

suffer under the same handicap.

Therefore our course is obvious.

If you'll follow me.

? Vuelve, el gitano, vuelve

Ol!

I can think of more comfortable places

to watch that show from.

Quiet!

Dick.

Yes, sir?

It's a half-hour to daybreak.

Have your men stand to horse.

Yes, sir.

The night herders.

Two to each one of 'em.

Don't miss.

There'll be a lot of hungry kids.

Take 'em.

Smitty.

Grab a horse off that picket line

for Smitty.

Get a good one.

Colonel Davy?

Can I ask you fellas

something face to face?

Sure thing, kid.

Are you really sending me because

I'm a good horseman like you said?

As I live and breathe!

You're smarter than Beekeeper

and you swim better than the gambler.

It ain't that you don't think I'd be

worth my salt when the fighting starts?

Smitty, let me tell you something.

Of all the men in this outfit, I'd pick you

to side me if the goin' was rough.

- You see?

- Gee!

Get on this horse.

There's nothing out there,

kid, but dark.

Good luck, Smitty.

It'll take him quite a few days

to get to Houston.

That's what I figured.

The south side's all taken care of.

Get a horse.

Now all we can do is wait.

That's the hardest part.

It sure is.

Column halt!

Carry on, Dick.

- Good luck.

- Thank you, Will.

Best of luck, Dickinson.

Forward, yo-ho!

If they don't shoot pretty quick,

we've got to go anyway.

Let's take 'em!

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Pick your targets!

Fire!

Fire at will!

Second rank, fire!

Fall back! Fall back!

Fall back!

Fire!

Fall back!

Second rank!

Fire!

Fall back!

Third rank!

Ready?

Fire!

Cease fire!

Close the gate!

There's one thing for sure.

He's a bearcat for nerve.

I'm grateful for that.

I'd hate to look at a coward

over a duellin' pistol.

You're not much for this forgive

and forget business, are you, Jim?

No.

Beef for supper.

Yes, sir.

Hog never rightly could pass for meat.

But beef!

The big he-bull himself!

Let's go!

Ladies to cover!

Men to your posts!

- Captain Dickinson.

- Yes, sir.

Order all men fed in relays.

Full issue of ammunition.

Yes, sir.

That's the best-dressed army I ever saw.

Fancy clothes don't make a fightin' man.

They're just off two years

puttin' down revolts.

They're fightin' men.

Generalissimo Santa Anna has just

arrived with the main body of his army...

...and has only now become aware...

...that there are women

and children in the mission.

He wishes that the ladies

receive his apologies...

...and be informed he has

never attacked a position...

...without the enemy

being given the opportunity...

...to evacuate women and children.

According, you have one hour in which

to evacuate these noncombatants...

...who will be provided with transport...

...to proceed to such destination

as is their choice.

Signed:
Antonio Lpez

de Santa Anna, ruler of Mexico.

Your answer?

My compliments to the general

for his gallantry.

We will evacuate our noncombatants.

Single men will remain at their posts!

Married men will arrange

transport for their families!

- Sue, you'd better hurry.

- She won't go.

Save your breath, Will.

Your ever so persuasive breath.

All right, say it.

It's a sorry man

that can't make his wife obey.

You seem to forget, Dick,

that I too am married.

I've got to do what I think

is the right thing.

I'm a soldier's wife.

My child is a soldier's child.

We'll stay.

Very well, Sue.

Dick.

Don't be angry with me.

I'm not angry.

I'm proud.

- Dick, take your patrol.

- Yes, sir.

Married men, return to your posts!

Open the gate!

Captain Dickinson!

Escort! Forward!

Yo-ho!

Ma'am, I ain't got no woman to say

goodbye to. Could I tell you goodbye?

Surely.

Get up, boy! Ya!

Jocko, Nell.

It's time.

Go on, Jocko. Do the best you can.

I can't.

I can't.

I just can't do it, fellas.

Colonel Bowie.

This is a request and not an order.

But I suggest that,

as desperate as our needs are...

...that family's needs are more desperate.

Get in that line, Jocko,

and move out with your people.

You can see how it is.

It's more than a man can bear.

She's never said a word of pity for herself

in the ten years she's been blind.

Will Travis!

Just who do you think you are?

Mrs Robertson, I can assure you that no

blame will attach itself to your husband.

Get movin', Jocko, or I'll help you

along with the toe of my boot.

Shut up, Jim Bowie!

And you and Travis listen close.

My man ain't goin' out. He's just as much

a man as either one of you. Maybe more.

In spite of he ain't rich like you, Jim,

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