The Alamo

# "Green Leaves Of Summer"

- General Houston's arrived, gentlemen.

- Refreshments?

Thank you, Doc.

71 cold, windy, rump-bumping miles...

since yesterday!

You wouldn't have it

any other way, Lightfoot.

Company, stand to!

Attention!

As you are.

- Don Esparza!

- Mi general!

General Houston, may I

order the men to bivouac?

- The forced marches took it out of them.

- Foot soldiers may.

Feed the others, care for their horses...

...and tell them there'll be

another march within the hour.

Yes, sir! Sergeant!

- Doctor.

- Sam.

- Dickinson.

- General, sir.

General, it ain't none of my business,

but you ain't ate since yesterday.

I'll sit it on the table here.

Where's Jim Bowie?

When certain people ain't ate,

they're meaner than a bobcat!

Mr Dickinson...

I asked you a question.

Where's Jim Bowie?

He's indisposed, sir.

By God, if you mean drunk,

you say drunk, sir!

He's drunk, sir.

- What's your name?

- James Butler Bonham.

In Travis's command, sir.

Hm.

Neill, you go north with me.

Colonel Travis will be in command here.

- Major, sir.

- Colonel Travis.

- I'll send the commission through.

- Thank you, General.

- Let me assure you I'll do...

- We'll dispense with the amenities. Now...

I've been given command

of the armies of Texas.

But the fly in the buttermilk is

there ain't no armies in Texas!

A few good friends and some willing men.

I'm gonna have to knock

some of those men into an army...

...and to do that I need time.

You people right here on the real ground

are gonna have to buy me that time.

You have to keep Santa Anna

off the back of my neck...

- ... until I can get in shape to fight him.

- So you're ordering me to...

Dammit! I am ordering you to command!

How and what you do is your problem!

But, Sam, what about Jim Bowie?

Jim Bowie, as Mr Bonham

has informed us, is indisposed.

Yes, sir. But I'd like to point out...

...that Jim Bowie is leading

a hundred volunteers...

...whereas young Travis here

commands less than 30 regulars.

General Houston, I think

we oughta discuss this...

Clear the room! Gentlemen, I would have

a word with Mr Travis if you'll excuse us.

Con permiso.

Mr Travis, were you going to

complain to me about Jim Bowie?

Not complain, sir.

Of course Jim Bowie's drunk.

He took this town from General Cos.

He fought a battle.

And now he's drunk.

Seems kinda natural to me.

Or perhaps you question something

other than Bowie's drinking.

Are you gonna tell me that he's got

a lot of acreage around here?

That he's married into

the Mexican aristocracy?

Yes, sir.

I would trust Jim Bowie with my life.

More than that, I would trust him

with the lives of my family.

And more than that, I would trust him

with the life of Texas.

- Sir.

- That's all, Travis.

Travis!

I've never been able to like you.

But you are another one of the very few

men I would trust with the life of Texas.

For that, thank you, sir.

And it may very well be...

...that that life rests in your hands now.

Jethro! Is that you?

Yes, sir, General. This is me.

How are you still alive?

You had white hair when I was a boy

and now we look the same age.

Yes, sir.

But I've been a temperate and

God-fearing man all my life, sir.

Well, I guess my past is out!

Jethro, you tell your Mr Jim

I'm sorry to hear about his illness.

I wish him a speedy recovery.

And assure him of my undying affection.

Yes, sir.

And, General Sam, sir, he love you too.

And them words of yours

gonna put him right back on his feet.

- He got a colic, you know.

- I heard.

In the stomach.

Stay temperate, old man!

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