The Alamo Page #4

Words are dusty.

I don't drink.

- Not ever?

- No.

I've heard of such.

Well, spread your wampum, Travis.

My title is colonel.

Me, I'm a colonel, too.

Wouldn't it sound kinda silly,

chattering colonel, colonel...

...like a couple of marsh shield birds?

Just speak right up and call me Crockett.

Don't bother to use my title.

Old drunken General Flatford gave it

to me in the Choctaw Indian War.

I'll call you Travis.

Very well, Crockett.

I'd like your permission

to make a speech to your men.

Well, they've heard many a speech

while I was congressifying.

What would you talk about?

Oh, about freedom... liberty.

Well, they don't need any such speech.

These men are from Tennessee.

I'd like to explain why I want them

to volunteer to fight against Santa Anna.

Oh?

Not so careless!

You can't get new clothes

this side of Nacogdoches.

Tag!

Tennesseans ain't exactly

against fighting...

...but they ain't much for listening

to speeches. What would you tell them?

Of the many and unendurable hardships

the people have been subjected to...

...under the tyrannical government

of this military dictator Santa Anna.

We have no rights in the courts,

no market for our produce.

He has forbidden trade with the North.

Davy!

I want a chance for my money back.

Why don't you leave Davy alone?

He done beat you 38 times hand-runnin'!

36!

38!

36!

This'll only take a minute, Travis.

Give me them feathers.

Gentlemen.

Balance your feathers.

Get set! Go!

- Gotcha that time, Davy.

- It was fair and square.

- If we can continue, I would like to say...

- One minute, Travis.

That was just for who gets first chance.

- Prepare yourself, Davy.

- I'm prepared.

He's still on his feet!

Oh, no!

- Oh, yes!

- Oh, yes!

And it's my turn!

39!

He'll never learn!

Let's get a bucket of water.

Kind of a game the boys play

back in Tennessee.

Even though time is running out,

I must postpone this interview...

...until we can be assured

of no interruptions.

Step down off your high horse, mister.

You don't get lard less'n you boil the hog.

Have one of these cigars.

I brought 'em all the way

from New Orleans.

Were you going to tell my Tennesseans...

...that a good many men...

...sound men all...

...had a plot to ease the suffering

of the people in these parts?

Or were you going to tell them

that Steve Austin, Houston and others...

...and you too, Travis, had planned

to declare for a republic?

To declare this the Republic of Texas?

Were you gonna tell 'em that, Travis?

I hadn't thought this was generally

known.

It isn't yet.

Not till Austin separates

the sheep from the goats.

Not till he decides who's on the right side.

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