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Re: The Script

Postby gtj222 on Sun Feb 19, 2012 12:27 am

Looking forward to that!
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Re: The Script

Postby MUSTANG on Sun Feb 19, 2012 12:31 am

Well, there's one! :lol: :lol: :lol:
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Re: The Script

Postby MUSTANG on Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:14 am

Here's a little taste of the Patrick Ford treatment. The interesting thing is; was Grant's script developed from Ford's treatment or did Ford summarize what Grant had already developed? Any thoughts?

Day 1: Mexican troops arrive in San Antonio. Officer and guidon bearer ride to Alamo. Travis takes lit cigar and fires cannon during reading of ultimatum. Openning titles.
Crockett and 11 Tennesseans ride toward Alamo chased by Mexican cavalry patrol. Defenders drive off patrol. Bowie opens gate. Travis requests Crockett to follow him. First indication of antagonistic relationship between Bowie/Travis.
Introduction of additional characters; Evans, Jameson, Pollard, Dickinson. Crockett instructed to build and defend palisade, Bowie’s men assigned to man walls. Cut and run discussion. Travis calls Bowie coward, Bowie challenges Travis. Bowie leaves, Crockett/Travis conversation;”A commander doesn’t have to explain his decisions.”
Crockett’s men dig palisade trench, bury sharpened 5 foot posts. Introduction of Tennessee names; Parson, Thimblerig, Bee-Hunter, Bub the boy. Discussion on type of women to marry.
Construction of cannon ramp in church. Cannon barrels swung into position. Removal of stones in church for gun-ports.
Evans discussion on lack of ball and powder. Crockett posts Bub as sentry, discusses Bowie’s background. Tennessean’s sit around campfire talking about food, music and women. Indications are the Parson has a not entirely holy background. Bonham rides out with message for Houston.

Day 2: Multiple cannon blasts shatter palisade. Defenders start to pick off gunners. Parson wounded. Travis and patrol ride out to capture cannon. Guns brought back through gaps in palisade. Mexicans driven off, Bee-Hunter wounded. Bub found choked outside stockade. Taken to hospital, eventually recovers.
Inside hospital, Lupita, a sexy little Mexican gal, walks between Crockett and Bowie. Crockett starts to put the moves on her.
Inside Bowie’s quarters, Crockett and Bowie discuss joining forces against Travis.
Heavy cannon barrage. Thimblerig bets on Parson’s ability. Parson fires cannon, knocks down flag pole with blood red flag. Thimblerig collects winnings. Mexican cannons respond by blowing open breech in wall. Travis wheels cannon into breech and fires.
Cannon shot destroys horse stockade. Horses run wildly around compound. Ancient black man tells fairy tale to children while blasts continue. Parson continues to fire cannon after cannon. They run out of powder.
Defenders use deck of cards to determine who the next messenger will be. Messenger leaves at night, sounds of gunfire, riderless horse returns to Alamo. Parson prays for man and also for more powder.
A Mexican sneaks into the compound with a message for Bowie. (number of troops, disposition, etc.) Discuss Cattle. Travis orders him placed in jail.

Day 3: Mexican released from jail. Mentions, in past, he dug holes in inner courtyard, buried barrels. Bee, Thimblerig, Parson dig holes, discover barrels of gun powder.
Thimblerig rigs derrick as child’s swing. Watch children play. Crockett visits Bub in hospital. Later in day, Crockett pushes Lupita on swing. After much flirting he starts to kiss her, Bowie breaks it up.
Raid for cattle: Tennesseans race away from Alamo, crawl through ditch in river. Float downriver past Mexican soldiers singing around campfire on river bank. Two Mexican soldiers on bridge, defenders huddle under bridge. They steal horses and stampede herd through village. Then drive cattle into Alamo. Travis congratulates them and charges both with insubordination. Bowie attempts to attack Travis with knife. Crockett stops him. Bowie decides to leave with his men. Bowie and volunteers get drunk.

Day 4: Bowie lies on bed, drunk. Crockett throws pan of water at him. Takes him to Bub in hospital. Bowie leaves hospital. “Unpack that, we’re staying.” Crockett/Travis discuss dealing with Bowie.
Lisa birthday party. Crockett dances with her. Riders approach. 32 men from Gonzales. Indicates Fannin is behind them with 400 men, one day behind.
Lupita on roof, wild dancing. Mexican guitar player and defender fight over her. Crockett/Bowie break it up as artillery fire commences. Defenders jump into fox-holes firing through palisade. Sand bags thrown in air. The artillery stops, cavalry charge, two lines of defenders; Crockett and Bowie. Volley fire. Parson fires cannon. Mexicans retreat. Crockett and Bowie walk across compound, Mexican sniper shoots Bowie in leg. Bowie in hospital, asks Sam to build a stretcher.
Davy kisses and escorts Lupita out of Alamo for all the trouble she’s caused.

More later.
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Re: The Script

Postby NefariousNed on Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:59 am

Hmmm... lots of legitimate "history" there, with a few Grant-isms thrown into the mix. So Crockett and his men ride into
the Alamo under fire, a 'la Disney's Davy Crockett At The Alamo? No Cantina scene, no Travis trying to convince Crockett
to stay and then Crockett trying to convince his men to stay. But, and most importantly, no "IT DO".
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Re: The Script

Postby gtj222 on Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:13 am

Impossible question to answer, but if I had to say. It looks like it was an outline or draft that Grant took and developed.
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Re: The Script

Postby MUSTANG on Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:21 am

Ned, an unusual Cantina scene comes later.
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Re: The Script

Postby MUSTANG on Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:22 am

One thing it does show though, is that this treatment was not used for Yate's film, The Last Command as has been suggested by others, myself included. My bad.
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Re: The Script

Postby gtj222 on Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:36 am

Well then, where did the last Command come from if not Grant's original script? Very interesting. The Last Command does have similar scenes from Duke's Alamo: Crockett blowing himself up, the character of Parson, etc.
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Re: The Script

Postby NefariousNed on Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:39 am

MUSTANG wrote:Ned, an unusual Cantina scene comes later.

There's a Cantina inside the Alamo, or do they sneak out at night to cut cantina dancers' petticoats for bandages?
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Re: The Script

Postby MUSTANG on Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:53 am

Bandages.
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Re: The Script

Postby MUSTANG on Sun Feb 19, 2012 6:07 am

And, of course, that scene appears in what we believe to be a Grant script as it has Wayne's handwritten comments in it. So now we can see the connection between Ford and Grant. The question is; who contributed what?
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Re: The Script

Postby MUSTANG on Sun Feb 19, 2012 7:10 pm

Did some research last night and came across a comment Pat Ford gave in an interview in 1979. "I didn't go out and write an original script. I mean, we went out and wrote a story. like the thing you saw on "The Alamo." (I assume he is referring to the treatment I've posted.) You bang those things out in about a month, then you come back and get approval on it, and then you sit down alone in conferences and you say, "Well, we've got to bring the girl in a littel better than this..." Interesting.
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Re: The Script

Postby MUSTANG on Sun Feb 19, 2012 10:18 pm

As most of you probably know, in addition to being a writer, Pat Ford was also a producer. Though this has nothing to do with "The Alamo" it is kind of funny. During the course of an interview, he was asked about his career as a producer and he said, "I was the worst picture maker in the world. Somebody, one time, asked me why I was no longer a movie producer. I tell this story. I had a ranch, and had all Mexican horsemen. It was really good. Breaking horses for me. And the foreman (Mario) was a really good hand...I was his patrone. Somebody was making a film about Mexican bandits or something and I was visiting Chad. Anyway, I got through and was leaving and I saw Mario sitting there, and went over and talked to him for a while among all the Mexicans. And so as I was leaving the set, I walked around behind a flat, where they couldn't see me. And one of the Mexicans said, (with a Mexican accent) "Wasn't Patricio a movie producer?" And Mario says, "Oh, si! He was a big producer. He was a great big producer. When he was a producer, we had a ranch. We had acres and acres and acres out in Northridge. And nothing but wetbacks to do the work, and me to be the boss. I rode around in a beautiful cabillo, and I'd give the orders, lived in the house with the patrone. That was a good life. Come Sunday, we had a big Cadillac convertible. We went to Tijuanna, we go to the bullfights, we drink cervecas, we have front row seats. We live like kings when he was a producer. Those were the good days. And then some dirty son-of-a-bitch released his pictures!"
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Re: The Script

Postby MUSTANG on Tue Feb 21, 2012 11:28 pm

Ford treatment, part two.

Davy kisses and escorts Lupita out of Alamo for all the trouble she’s caused.
Later the same day, trenches are dug in the courtyard and behind the shattered palisade. Bub returns to duty. Snipers on both sides pick off individuals. Crockett drags a wounded man to the hospital. Pollard confesses he can’t do much without bandages.
That evening, Crockett, Thimblerig, Bee-Hunter, Bub, Parson and others sneak into Cantina. After much drinking, piano playing and dancing, Crockett and Bub excuse themselves from the frivolity. Crockett escorts Bub to river bank. The boy swims out and leaves. Crockett returns to Cantina. A single shot is heard, followed by a fusillade. The Cantina women run behind the bar and remove their petticoats. Bandages! Defenders return to Alamo.

Day 5. Defender’s await Fannin’s arrival. Lone rider approaches gate. Sniper shoots rider out of saddle. Bee-Hunter carries wounded man back to the Alamo, and is killed before they can make it into the fort. Lying wounded, Bonham tells Travis that Fannin is not coming. The garrison is assembled in the courtyard. Travis tells all no help is coming. Scratches line in sand, asks all to cross. Parson prays.
That evening, defenders await assault. Bowie moved from hospital to quarters. Bowie frees Sam. Several defenders give Mrs. Dickinson letters to deliver.

Day 6. Dawn. Defenders, lost in thoughts, reflect on their lives. Bugle call. Mexican band plays “Delgado.” (I know, it's deguello but that's what he wrote.) Battle lasted all morning. Two assaults were repulsed. After second assault, Mexican forces retired. On the third assault, the attacking soldiers poured over the North wall. Travis fires cannon into open breech, defends himself and is slain. Thimblerig moves cannon to chapel doorway. Crockett, Dickinson and Sam defend doorway. Parson killed, Crockett, Sam, Dickinson reach Baptistery. Thimblerig bayoneted as he fails to light the powder magazine. Parson’s cannon turned by Mexicans on Baptistery door. Dickinson, then Sam, then Crockett, then Bowie are killed.
Mexican bugler blows recall. Officer enter choir loft, finds Mrs. Dickinson and children on floor. She walks out into the sunlight, passes Santa Anna, music plays “Eyes of Texas”, passes down line and out into prairie. Music swells.

Obviously, I have seriously condensed the action and dialog just as Ford had compressed the actvity into 6 days. Interesting approach, though.
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Re: The Script

Postby gh1836 on Fri Feb 24, 2012 5:10 pm

Hate to break the train of thought here Mustang but thought I'd throw my two cents into the conversation and change it a bit. Your comment about "delgado" brought it to mind.

I have a theory about the mistakes made in many historical films and how they make it to the screen. During the process of screenwriting when the writing "flow" is happening, the writer comes to some mention of geography or some other necessary fact that he needs and instead of breaking the "flow" and looking up the fact he just puts down what he can come up with at the moment. Something like "delgado" instead of deguello, thinking he will look it up later and correct it. Only later never comes and it gets put into the shooting script. What do ya'll think? :?
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Re: The Script

Postby RLC-GTT on Sat Feb 25, 2012 8:04 am

gh1836 wrote:Hate to break the train of thought here Mustang but thought I'd throw my two cents into the conversation and change it a bit. Your comment about "delgado" brought it to mind.

I have a theory about the mistakes made in many historical films and how they make it to the screen. During the process of screenwriting when the writing "flow" is happening, the writer comes to some mention of geography or some other necessary fact that he needs and instead of breaking the "flow" and looking up the fact he just puts down what he can come up with at the moment. Something like "delgado" instead of deguello, thinking he will look it up later and correct it. Only later never comes and it gets put into the shooting script. What do ya'll think? :?

Perhaps under the pressure of time, but I think most good writers super-scrutinize their own work to solve those issues.
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Re: The Script

Postby MUSTANG on Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:16 pm

Of course, Delgado means "thin" or "the flank of animals" so who knows what Ford was trying to say LOL!
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Re: The Script

Postby RLC-GTT on Sat Feb 25, 2012 7:51 pm

Is it not also possible that it was some person proofing the work at some point and protecting his/her job by "correcting" the unnecessary? Delgado would be a word a *commoner* would know. Deguello would not. Sort of, "Oh, they must have meant "delgado" since there is no such word as "deguello." Now-a-days, we have worse than that -- SpellCheck!
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Re: The Script

Postby gh1836 on Sat Feb 25, 2012 10:00 pm

And what does delgado mean? :lol:
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Re: The Script

Postby whiterabbitt83 on Mon Mar 05, 2012 12:50 am

K Hale wrote:
JoeFDNY146 wrote:
Nefarious wrote:If you enjoyed that, you will just love Bowie's death scene.



GROUP SHOT FAVORING BOWIE. Strapped in the swivel chair, as he calmly kills men as they rush him. When his pistols are
empty, out comes the immortal Bowie knife, as he is still slashing and stabbing as a bayonet goes through him and he dies.



Ned,I found a still of that original scene Joe

Oh look! Somebody else who would've been an improvement over Widmark!

loretta switt as bowie
CUT TO THE CHAPEL
Wendy Schlessinger has waited for this moment. The
last act of her life. Forcing herself to her feet
the door crashes open. She doesn't flinch. Wendy
fires both pistols. 2 police die. Her knife takes a
3rd one then she is surrounded and is no match for
the police. They seem to compete to get at her.
Bayonets repeatedly up and down on her.
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Re: The Script

Postby findem_killem on Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:11 pm

Don't know if anyone has done this, but I have a cd (audio) from the movie. I like to play it while driving and have found that by
listening to only the audio from the movie I pick up alot of nuances that I miss when watching the movie. Has anyone else done
this? I would like to hear your take on it.
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Re: The Script

Postby RLC-GTT on Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:48 pm

I have done it extensively. After seeing the movie in the theaters so many times in the early sixties, I decided in 1967 to recored the soundtrack. On the rerelease of the film, we went to a drive in to see it. We parked near the concession stand/projection booth. I dismantled the window speaker, hooked up my friend's tape recorder (plugging it into a concession stand plug) and recorded the whole 161 minute film. I listened to this until the tape fell apart and the video was published. :lol: Yes, when you don't have the visuals to accompany the sound, you hear a LOT more. That's why I can recite all the dialogue -- and whistle the whole music score (all the parts)...... LOL. Glad somebody else discovered it too.
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Re: The Script

Postby gtj222 on Fri Oct 26, 2012 1:48 am

I thought I was the only nut that did something like that. LOL!!!!! I had the short version ( taken from tv) on cassette. When I was serving my country, I would listen to the movie as I sat in my guard shack. I listened to the movie for hours instead of music. I also had The Last Command. It sure made the time go by. :lol: :lol:
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Re: The Script

Postby RLC-GTT on Fri Oct 26, 2012 2:08 am

I even had all the pauses down pat. :lol:
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Re: The Script

Postby wconly on Fri Oct 26, 2012 3:37 am

You know what I find interesting about this discussion is that, many years ago when I went from a radio background to an advertising agency to produce both radio and television commercials, I worked with a very talented man who was an artist, by trade. So, it only makes sense that his first words to me regarding television production were: "Video always leads sound." I dissagreed and pointed out numorous motion pictures that started with sound and then into picture. And, latter on proved my point with several television commercials produced starting with sound first. Now, I recognize that this is not the point of your post Rich, but it does prove some very valuable points -- one of which is that the mind is much more driven by sound then many people realize. Most people believe they 'have to see something' to believe that it exists or happens -- while, truth be known, it is quite often through sound, that we are driven to visual images in our minds. Example: If a company advertises only through radio advertisments and at the grand opening of one of their establishments questions the new customers coming through the door -- 'how they found out about the place...' 99.9% will say they saw it -- on signs, billboards, newspaper, television, etc. -- when the reality is they heard it and did not see anything representing the place. We are driven by many forces and sound certainly is a very main player in this arena. Yes -- a picture is worth a thousand words, but certain sounds, timed correctly and planted in the mind are worth just the same! Just my two centabos on this one! W>
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Re: The Script

Postby Fargo Fenwyck on Fri Oct 26, 2012 7:46 pm

So Rich was that copy right infringement?????????? PLUS you took the speaker apart!!!!! Good Gravy man!!!!! Was there no shame in any of this????
Why didn't you hook up two speakers and get it in Stereo? :mrgreen:
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Re: The Script

Postby RLC-GTT on Sat Oct 27, 2012 6:42 am

Fargo Fenwyck wrote:So Rich was that copy right infringement?????????? PLUS you took the speaker apart!!!!! Good Gravy man!!!!! Was there no shame in any of this????
Why didn't you hook up two speakers and get it in Stereo? :mrgreen:

BLATANT copyright infringement! No ifs, ands or buts. The projectionist helped me set it up. :lol:

I was even then a fanatic about stereophonic sound, although no theaters near me were equipped to present even the 4-track stereo on 35mm. film. It was actually not until The Alamo came out in its second or third release on VHS that I even heard the soundtrack in stereo (other than the Tiomkin recording of the music score). Drive-ins likewise only used monaural sound -- one crappy three-inch speaker rattling on our car window.
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Re: The Script

Postby RLC-GTT on Sat Oct 27, 2012 7:02 am

wconly wrote:You know what I find interesting about this discussion is that, many years ago when I went from a radio background to an advertising agency to produce both radio and television commercials, I worked with a very talented man who was an artist, by trade. So, it only makes sense that his first words to me regarding television production were: "Video always leads sound."

If your colleague would have been involved in the art of film or filmmaking on a Hollywood scale, he would not have said that. The creative filmmaker always weighs all the tools at his/her disposal and decides on a scene by scene basis which tool will move his viewer the most.

Just a few moments in film created by the sound, even if the picture is accompanying it:

The train whistle in High Noon.
All the Mexican flags blowing in the wind in The Alamo.
Henry Fonda cracking nuts in Cheyenne Social Club.
Water dripping in an echoey room -- in any film.
A low whistling in the aerial view opening of West Side Story.
Birds twittering in the aerial view opening of The Sound of Music.
All the sound being removed before Crockett's loud shot at Santa Anna's epaulet in The Alamo. (Of course, you don't get the powerful effect of this if there is ambient noise in the room -- even an air conditioner running!) ;)
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Re: The Script

Postby RLC-GTT on Sat Oct 27, 2012 7:09 am

As proof that Audio carries more imagery than Video, the highly successful running gag in the radio show Fibber McGhee and Molly -- McGhee opening the living room closet door sometime in every show and everything falling out on him -- failed totally when the show was presented as a TV sitcom. The conclusion was that, when you heard it without seeing it, you were visualizing your own closet in your own living room. This intimacy was crushed by seeing the same gag on a TV studio set with a specific closet dictated for you. *Sound only* stimulated your imagination more -- you got to participate in the moment.
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Re: The Script

Postby Fargo Fenwyck on Sat Oct 27, 2012 12:03 pm

I guess that is whyI like old radio programs so much. Leaves you to use your imaginaion.
I think most of us bought LP soundtracks so we could revisulize the movie we just saw cause that was all we had until BETA and VHS.
And you're absolutley correct. There are certain sounds you wait for in a movie. Fonda with Walnut is great. And it was set up so well.
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Re: The Script

Postby fjcamper on Wed Mar 06, 2013 2:59 am

Hi Everyone,

On this anniversary of the fall of the Alamo, I've taken the Frenchman's script and corrected it. I think I caught most of the errors, but there's always room for improvement.

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THE ALAMO

UNCUT VERSION AS ORIGINALLY PRESENTED IN THEATERS


[Overture - orchestral introduction to the main themes in summary form: Ballad of the Alamo, Green Leaves of Summer, Tennessee Babe, Here's to the Ladies, Ballad coda.]

Main title: Over credits and paintings, Mexican trumpet plays Degüello, Tiomkin's arrangement of the Spanish call signifying "no quarter." Then accordion plays the Green Leaves of Summer.

In the year of our Lord, 1836, Texas, which has known many flags, was then under the colors of Mexico. Though its inhabitants were made up of settlers from far countries and all parts of the United States, they were Mexican citizens all.

Generalissimo Santa Anna was sweeping north across Mexico toward them, crushing all who opposed his tyrannical rule. They now faced the decision that all men in all times must face... the eternal choice of men...to endure oppression or to resist.

[Music: Ballad of the Alamo theme is introduced.]


(Texians headquarters in San Antonio de Bexar)

Travis: General Houston's arrived, gentlemen.

Dr Sutherland: Refreshments?

Travis: Thank you, Doc.

Sgt Lightfoot: Seventy-one cold, windy, rump-bumpin' miles, since yesterday!

Doctor: You wouldn't have it any other way, Lightfoot.

Outside - Houston's arrival.
Company, Halt!... Company, stand to!

[Music: Ballad of the Alamo is played rhythmically, by trumpet (Mexico) and accordion (Texas) alternately.]

Inside

Sentry: Atten-tion!

Sam Houston: That is well. Don Esparza!

Don Esparza: General...

Col. Neill: Due pardon, General Houston, may I order the men to bivouac? These last two forced marches rather took it out on them.

Houston: Foot soldiers may. Feed the others. Care for their horses. And tell them they'll be another forced march within the hour.

Neill: Yes, Sir. Sergeant... (Yes sir!) Come with me!

Houston: Doctor...

Dr Sutherland: Sam...

Houston: Dickinson...

Almeron Dickinson: General, sir.

Lightfoot: General, it ain't none of my business, but you've ain't ate since yesterday. I'll sit it on the table here.

Houston: Where's Jim Bowie?

Lightfoot: When certain people ain't ate, they're meaner 'n a bobcat.

Houston: Mr. Dickinson, I asked you a question. Where's Jim Bowie?

Lt. Bonham: He's indisposed, sir.

Houston: Indisposed? By God, if you mean drunk, you say drunk, sir.

Bonham: He's drunk, sir.

Houston: What's your name?

Bonham: James Butler Bonham, in Travis's command, sir.

Houston, eating: Hm... Neill, you go north with me. Colonel Travis will be in command here.

Travis: Major, Sir.

Houston: Colonel Travis. I'll send the commission through.

Travis: Thank you, General. Let me assure you that I'll do everything in my...

Houston: We can dispense with the amenities, Colonel. 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. 'Few good
friends; 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, you people right here on the Rio Grand, are going to have to buy me that time. You're gonna have to keep Santa Anna off the back of my neck until I can get in shape to fight him.

Travis: General, I assume you're ordering me to...

Houston: Dammit! I'm ordering you to command. How and what you do is your problem.

Neill: But Sam, what about Jim Bowie?

Houston: Jim Bowie, as Mr. Bonham has informed us, is indisposed!

Neil: Yes, sir. But I'd like to point out, sir, that Jim Bowie is leading a hundred volunteers, whereas young Travis here commands less than thirty regulars.

Travis: Twenty-seven. General Houston, I think we ought to discuss this matter...

Houston: Clear the room! Gentlemen, I would have a word with Mr. Travis, if you'll excuse us. (To the Tejanos: Con permiso... Mr. Travis, were you going to complain to me about Jim Bowie?

Travis: Not complain, Sir.

Houston: Of course, Jim Bowie's drunk. He took this town from General Cós, he fought a battle, and now he's drunk. Seems kinda natural to me. Or perhaps you question something other than Bowie's drinking? You gonna tell me that he's got a lot of acreage around here? He's married into the Mexican aristocracy?

Travis: Yes, Sir.

Houston: Mr. Travis, 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.

Travis: Sir...

Houston: That's all, Travis.

[Music: Ballad coda.]

Travis: Yes, sir.

Houston: 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.

Travis: For that, thank you, Sir.

Houston: And it may very well be... that that life rests in your hands now.

[Music: The eyes of Texas are upon you.]

(Outside)
Houston: Jethro! Is that you?

Jethro: Yes, Sir, General, this is me.

Houston: How does it happen you're still alive? You had white hair when I was a little boy, and now we look like we're about the same age.

Jethro: Yes, Sir. But I've been a temperate and God fearing man all my life, Sir.

Houston: Well, I guess my past is out! Now Jethro, you tell your Mister Jim I'm sorry to hear about his illness, I wish him a speedy recovery, and assure him of my undying affection.

Jethro: Yes, Sir. And General Sam, Sir, he love' you too, and them words of yours gon' put him right back on his feet. He got a colic, you know.

Houston: I heard.

Jethro: Oh, in the stomach.

Houston: Stay temperate, old man! Neill!

Neill: Column right! Forward! Yo!

[Music: Ballad of the Alamo]

Travis' man: Take care, men!

(Jim Bowie's room. He's sleeping , a jug near his hand.)

Jethro, as Bowie painfully wakes up: You all right, Mister Jim?

Bowie: Yeah... Sit down, Jeth.

Jethro: Can I get you something, sir?

Bowie: Oh, no, no. You just sit there... (At the door) Houston's gone?

Jethro: Yes, sir.

Bowie: Come and gone, and me laying drunk!

Jethro: Well, your stomach, Mr. Jim. That ain't good, what not. Every man is sick out of something...

Bowie: I've never been sick a day in my life, Jeth, and you know it.

Jethro: More kind of sickness than bellyache; heartache, too. I'm kind of glad I'm so awful' old, Mr. Jim. You know that?

Bowie: What's that?

Jethro: Well, because it seems like there's things, I'll be glad to be gone from. Things a man's got to face these days. Your family so far away, not being able to see'em and be with them. This fair land all torn by war... I tell you, it's just more than an old man can take.

Bowie: You're right, Jeth. (Empties jug on the floor)

Jethro: Well, Jim Bowie, what in the world are you doing?

Bowie: No help for me to be drunk.

Jethro: Don't torture yourself no more, Mister Jim, please!

(Outside)

Travis: Colonel Bowie!

Dickinson: Hey, Jim.

Bowie: Hey.

Travis: The General was most concerned about your absence - your illness.

Bowie: I'm sorry about that, Major.

Travis: Colonel. The General was kind enough to endorse my rank.

Bowie: I see...

Travis: And I suppose you're aware he did me the honor of putting me in the command.

Bowie: Now that you tell me, I'm aware.

Travis: We will assemble at the ruined mission tomorrow morning. You will bring your men there.

Bowie: I won't deny this ain't hard for me to say: yes, sir.

Bowie's man: Hi, Jim. What do we do now?

Bowie: You'll get the word.

Travis: Lieutenant Bonham!

Bonham: Yes, sir.

Travis: Carry out your orders.

Bonham: Yes sir, Colonel.

Travis: Good luck, Jim.

(Ramparts of the Alamo)

Dickinson: Colonel Travis! Bowie's approaching.

Sentry: Halt!

Travis, from the roof of the chapel: Carry on, sentry. (To Dickinson) Recall work parties. Prepare for flag ceremony!

Dickinson: Detail! Forward, march! (Drumming around the flagpole mound) Present... arms! (Bugle) Order... arms! (Flag of 1824 federalist constitution is lifted.)

Travis: We stand here ready to do our duty and cognizant of the will of God. Captain Dickinson! Dismiss the ceremony. Oh, and Captain, you will inform the men that work details will be dismissed at four thirty in order that family men may gather their dependants within these walls.

Dickinson: Yes, sir! Lieutenant Blake!

Blake: Yes, sir.

Dickenson: You will see to the quartering of Bowie's volunteers.

Blake: Yes, sir! You men will follow me!

Bowie: Jeth!

Jethro: Yes, sir.

Bowie: Blake will show you to our quarters, set'em up.

Jethro: Yes, sir.

(In the chapel. Bowie looks at the fallen roof.)

Travis, coming down the ladder: Colonel Bowie...

Bowie: Santa Anna's got an army of seven thousand men.

[Music: Degüello.]

Travis: So?

Bowie: Well, you ain't gonna try to defend this broken down church against seven-thousand battle-hard troops?

Travis: Colonel Bowie, you were drunk at the last officers' call. And I would rather postpone our discussion unto the next. At which time, I will explain my plans and give orders for the implementing of those plans.

[Music: The Eyes of Texas.]

(In the yard. Men are building a palisade between chapel & south wall. )

Bowie's man: Hey Jim! Why do we have to work like this? I volunteered to fight, not to build no fort. How come we have to work like this?

Bowie: 'Cause old Sam told Travis, Travis told me, and I'm tellin' you.

(Bell rings)

Sentry: Somebody's comin' hell-bent for leather, sinking spurs at every jump!... Halt! Right there! Corporal of the guard, post number one!

Dickinson: No civilians may enter the fort, señor Seguin. I'm sorry.

Bowie: Juan, Silverio!

Seguin: Amigo!

Bowie: Let'em through, Dick!

Travis (from the gallery outside his quarters): Captain Dickinson!

Dickinson: Yes, sir.

Travis: Come to my office, please, captain.

Dickinson: Yes, sir.

Seguin (to Bowie): Tengo noticias de Santa Anna. Good afternoon, Colonel Travis. We have news of Santa Anna. My son and I have...

Travis: Good day, señor Seguin. Señor, surely you should realize that even though you're the alcalde of San Antonio de Bexar, it does not exempt you from military prohibitions. This establishment is closed to all civilians.

Seguin: I'm very sorry, Colonel Travis. Had I known your restrictions applied to me and my family, sir, I would not have....

Bowie: Now wait a minute, Travis, the Seguins have got news of Santa Anna.

Travis: I can't doubt. We have a dozen rumors a day.

Bowie: Well, you can't just... Por favor, Juan, tell him.

Seguin: Colonel, the Indians of San Blas have sent couriers to the vaqueros of my properties along the Sangre de Cristo. They say a large number of soldiers crossed the Baja Diablo two days ago.

Bowie: That puts'em a lot closer than you thought. Go ahead, Juan.

Seguin: The Indian guessed the number of troops at over five-thousand. There are also large numbers of mounted soldiers and supply trains. Also, lower down on the Baja Diablo, another party of Indians saw signs of large number of shod horses crossing on a ford...

Travis: I'm sorry, señor Seguin - but as a civilian, you cannot realize how worthless this sort of information is. Some Indians told some vaqueros!... But anyway, thank you, sir, and good day.

Bowie: Travis, you know the Seguins are absolutely reliable!

Seguin: 'You'll excuse me...

Travis: I meant no personal offence, señor Seguin; but I cannot make a plan of action based on third-hand rumors.

Seguin: I do not take personal affront, Colonel Travis. Else I should be forced to act other than to simply bid you good day!

Bowie: Adiós, Juan.

Seguin: Adiós.

Bowie (approaching on his horse): You're a damn fool, Travis.

(Travis' office. Music: Degüello)

Travis: (pouring himself a drink) A true gentleman, Seguin. I dislike being rude to him.

Dickinson: Even allowing for a charros' exaggerations, Santa Anna must've crossed the Baja in strength.

Travis: But I had to do it, Dick.

Dickinson: I'd say we have two, or... at best, three days before we see his banners.

Travis: The men were listening, and I can't let that rabble know how weak we are and how strong the enemy is.

Dickinson: You couldn't do that, eh?

Travis: No, I couldn't, my honest and truthful and plain-spoken friend. You could, perhaps, but I couldn't. Now, take a look at this. This oblique rampart here... Well, have sense, Dick! Why should those men stay if they knew all the truth of our situation? It's different for Bowie, of course. He's got a big stake in Texas. A couple of million acres I hear. But some of those men down there, well, they haven't got...

Dickinson: You got any dollars or acres?

Travis: I've got an extra suit of clothes, you know that. But it's different with me.

Dickinson: Why?

Travis: Because I'm different from that rabble down below. Or, if you want it in more concise English, I am better than that rabble.

Dickinson, eyes on the map: I suppose we don't extend this line to...

Travis: I know you think my attitude incongruous with the views of your idol, Mr. Thomas Jefferson, the Messiah of equality. You think it snobbish of me to feel that I am better than that rabble.

Dickinson: Oh, Will, let it go!

Travis: Tell me this: suppose we accept the first half of your Jefferson's theory of equality, and grant that all men draw their first breath as equals. Now, let us project that life to the grave, which awaits us all. Do you deny that most men live lives of craven compromise, of snatching every shabby opportunity to feather their nest, to be quick to raise the call for safety and for security, while 'let the other men volunteer, let the other men carry the rifle, let the other men face the hard call of honor? Why, even your Mr. Jefferson, writing in his ivory tower in Monticello, had to admit that most men are like that, and only a few - unhappily a very few - go to their graves with their honor untarnished, never having grabbed for the wealth that comes from opportunism or the popularity that comes with catering to those smelly masses. And can you, or any sane person, or your sainted Thomas Jefferson claim that such men are no more than the equal of those... those creatures down below? And so I say, without any conceit or snobbishness, that I am better than that rabble down there.

Dickinson: You know, Will... I sometimes wonder how our friendship endures these quarrels.

Travis: Because we are alike, Dick. No matter how much you give lip service to the cause of the common man.

Susannah Dickinson: I brought you some coffee. I can hear you squabbling clear down the kitchen.

(A hill over the town. Music: Ballad coda.)

Smitty: Boy! So that's it... San Antonio de Bexar. Means "Saint Anthony" in English. Colonel speaks Spanish, you know. You gonna pray, Sir? But why, Sir? I mean, there wasn't no doubt we'd find her. The Colonel just wasn't sure which one of these here creeks was the shortest cut. He ain't been here in nigh fifteen years.

Parson: Better make the signal, boy.

Smitty: Yes, Sir. Hope this powder ain't damp... You don't take it wrong I ask you all these questions, Parson?

Parson: No boy, that's how you learn. Asking.

Smitty: Yes, Sir. But so many times every day you stop and give thanks... Mostly I can't catch on what you're thanking our Lord for - I mean, there's nothin' special.

Parson: I give thanks for the time and the place.

Smitty: The time and place, Parson?

Parson: The time to live and the place to die. That's all any man gets. No more, no less. Fire the signal, boy.

Smitty: Yes, sir.

(Another hill. Music: Tennesseans theme. A gunshot is heard)

Thimblerig: Must be Parson and the boy.

Davy Crockett: Think so!

[As Crockett's men ride towards their scouts, the Tennesseans theme segues into a rousing orchestral version of the Ballad coda (accented by a church bell), which in becomes a reprise of the Tennessean's theme.]

Beekeeper: Well, there she be, Colonel! After twenty days of hard riding!

Tennessean 1: We gonn' have to learn the lingo they use down here, Davy?

Tennessean 2: Where do we go, Davy, to the town or to the fort?

Crockett: There's no fort, it's an old mission.

Scotty: You better take a better look. Lot of people movin' in there.

Bob: Them guns don't give it no mission look to me.

Smitty: Colonel, what do C-A-N-T-I-N-A spell?

Bob: Cantina... Do it mean what I think it do?

"It do": It do.

Crockett: It means out of these deerskins and into our foofaraw!

Tennesseans, whooping and cheering [Music: Here's to the ladies]:

- Hey, you've got my coat!

- Come on!

(In the Cantina)

Beekeeper, a woman sitting on his lap: Hey, Pedro! Hand me down that guitar. Now I want you folks all clump in here close together. I want you Texicans to open up your ears and listen to a little pure Tennessee!

(Cheering)

Here's to the ladies, I love'em all!
Here's to the ones I recall!
Here's to the ladies, married or free
They all look pretty good to me.

The big and small ones,
The short and tall ones
Each one a lovely Valentine!

(In the street)

Dickinson: Haaalt!

(Here's to the ladies, I love the ladies,
Oh, how I wish they all were mine!)

Travis: Captain Dickinson, split your patrol, and send half each way down the river about five miles to look for any signs. Then report back to the mission.

Dickinson: Yes, sir. Forward! Yo!

(In the cantina; a woman falls into Travis' arms as he enters.)

Crockett: Sorry, sir! She sorta came loose.

Travis (to Smitty sitting near the door): I'd like... (louder) I'd like to speak to David Crockett.

Smitty: You did.

Travis: That was David Crockett from Tennessee?

Smitty: Yes, Sir. And I would know. Me and him neighbors back home. Only live forty mile' apart. Col'nel Davy!

Travis: Are you David Crockett, sir?

Crockett: That's my name.

Travis: I'm Colonel Travis, commanding the garrison.

Crockett: I figured. (Drawing Smitty to his woman) Well son, you'd better start growing up!

Travis: I'd like to speak to you on a matter of gravest importance.

Crockett: Sure. Let's find a corner. (Picking a bottle) Talking's dry work. (To Smitty) You're learnin' fast!

Beekeeper: Colonel, I'm resigning from you. I'm gonna marry up with Conchita and be the man of this house. Besame a kiss, señorita! I toss around a mess of that proud Spanish, too.

Crockett: Most important part.

Beekeeper: Let's jig a little, Mamacita.

(Back room; a man's laying on the table near a candle.)

Crockett: Light there and rest easy, Travis, while I bed down this buck. He just ain't got no head for whisky. Parson!

Parson: Yeah, Davy.

Crockett: Take him away.

Parson: Yes, sir!

Crockett: Let's wet our whistles. Words are dusty.

Travis: I don't drink.

Crockett: Not ever?

Travis: No.

Crockett: I've heard of such... Well, spread your wampum, Travis.

Travis: My title is Colonel.

Crockett: Me I'm a Colonel too. Wouldn't it sound kinda silly, the two of us chattering Colonel, Colonel, Colonel, like a couple of marcel 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.

Travis: Very well, Crockett. I'd like your permission to make a speech to your men.

Crockett: Well, they heard many a speech when I was congressifying. What would you talk about?

Travis: Oh, about freedom... liberty...

Crockett: Well... They don't need any such speech. These men are from Tennessee.

Travis: But I'd like to explain... why I want them to volunteer to fight against Santa Anna.

Crockett: Oh?

Travis: May I?

Crockett (to a Tennessean falling into the chimney): Not so careless! You can't get new clothes this side of Nacogdoches.

Tennessean (to another, a woman riding on his shoulders) Tag! (Punch in the nose)

Crockett, showing them: Tennesseans ain't exactly against fighting - but they ain't much for listening to speeches. What would you tell them?

Travis: 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...

Bull, in the doorway: Davy! I want a chance for my money back.

Tennessean: Why don't you leave Davy alone? He done beat you thirty-eight times and-runnin'!

Bull: Thirty-six.

Tennessean: Thirty-eight.

Bull (elbowing Tennessean in the stomach): Thirty-six.

Crockett: This will only take a minute, Travis.

Beekeeper: Give me them feathers. Gentlemen... balance your feathers. Get set... go!

Bull: Ah! Gotcha that time, Davy.

Beekeeper: It was fair and square.

Travis: Now if we can continue, I would like to say you...

Crockett: One minute, Travis. That was just for who gets first chance.

Bull: Prepare yourself, Davy.

Crockett: I'm prepared... (Bull punches Crockett)

Tennessean: He's still on his feet!

Bull: Oh, no!

Beekeeper: Oh, yes!

Crockett: Oh, yes, and it's my turn! (Crockett punches Bull and he goes down)

Smitty: Thirty-nine. Eh, Davy?

Crockett: Seems like.

Beekeeper, to Bull on the floor: You'll never learn! Let's get a bucket of water.

Crockett: Kind of a game the boys play back in Tennessee.

Travis: Even though time is running out, I feel I must postpone this interview until we can be assured of no further interruption.

Crockett: Step down off your high horse, Mister. You don't get lard lessen 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?

Travis: I hadn't thought this was generally known...

Crockett: It isn't yet. Not till Austin separates the sheep from the goats. Not till he decides who's on the right side. [Music: Ballad coda.] Republic... I like the sound of the word. Means people can live free, talk free, go or come, buy or sell, be drunk or sober - however they choose. Some words give you a feeling. Republic is one of those words that makes me tight in the throat. Same tightness a man gets when his baby takes his first step or... his first baby shaves and makes his first sound like a man. Some words can give you a feeling that make your heart warm. Republic is one of those words.

Travis: Crockett - I have, I believe, learned two things about you.

Crockett: Worthwhile, I hope.

Travis: You're not the illiterate country bumpkin you would have people believe. You speak an excellent and concise English, when you wish. The, uh... bad grammar is a pose.

Crockett: Oh, a fella has to do a lot of things to get elected to Congress - I've kissed many a baby, too.

Travis: The other is that you came to Texas to fight with us.

Crockett: Don't tell my Tennesseans that. They think that we came south to hunt and... get drunk.

(Tennessean: Whoo-hoo-hoo!)

Travis: They, uh... seem to have accomplished that.

(Mexican music - Flamenco dance - cheering.)

(In the street. Crockett looks at a young woman waiting for a buggy.)

Emil Sand, in the buggy: Good evening, my almost vanishing lady! (To the driver: ) Puedes irte, Juan.

Juan: Si, Señor Sand.

Sand, to the boy carrying the luggage: Trae el equipaje aqui.

Graciela: This is incredible! I had arranged for this carriage to take me...

Sand: I would be heart-broken if you left Bexar just now. And even more heart-broken if you left with my team of horses... which would bring a pretty penny in these times with two factions buying anything on four legs. (To Crockett:) You have business here?

Crockett: Promised mother.

Sand: Your mother?

Crockett: Pray to the North Star. Ten minutes every night. Long line of star-worshippers. It keeps the rheumatiz away.

Sand: It seems to me you're looking for trouble.

Crockett: It do?

Sand, to Graciela: Let's go upstairs, unless you prefer discussing your business in front of every drunken loafer in Bexar. (To the boy: ¡Andala pues!

(Crockett takes luggage in right hand and boy under left arm.)

Sand: I suppose that overdressed ignoramus is among the riffraff assembling here to resist Santa Anna. Huh! They'll find graves and nothing else. Santa Anna will sweep across...

(He spots Crockett.)

Crockett: Overdressed? I paid good money for these clothes!

Sand: Why?

(Sand slams the door in Crockett's face. Crockett knocks. Sands opens door.)

Crockett: Lady's luggage. (Sand takes bags and slams door in his face. Crockett knocks) Gratuity for the boy, you forgot.

Mexican boy: Dinero...

(Sand slams door in Crockett's face again. Crockett knocks. Sand comes out with a pistol)

Crockett: Son, I guess he isn't gonna tip you.

(Sands slams door again. Crockett winks at the boy, posts on the other side of the door, knocks, and when Sand steps out, takes Sand's pistol by surprise & enters the room with him)

Crockett: Another thing I promised Mother: never to get in situations where people pointed guns at me. (To Graciela:) Ma'am, it is possible that I am mistaken, but it seems to me you find this gentleman's company distasteful. Now if so...

Sand: Tell him to get out!

Graciela: Thank you, Sir, but there's no way in which... you could be of help. And I am in no danger.

Crockett: I bid you good night, Ma'am. (To Sand:) Gratuity for the boy! (Sand tips the boy; Crockett blows priming powder out of pistol's pan and hands it back to him.) Your property, Sir.

(Sand slams the door as Crockett walks away.)

The boy, to Crockett: Muchísimas gracias.

(On the gallery. Cantina music, in background. Crockett, lighting a cigar, hears a man's voice from a window behind him.

Sand: And therefore, we are guaranteed the protection of the generalissimo himself. Ah, but please, don't misunderstand me. I don't want all of your lands. Half will be sufficient for me, I am no glutton.

Graciela: ¡Tu éres el más digno descendiente de la liga de puercos! ¡El más bajo de los cobardes! ¿Pero cómo es posible que tengas tan poca dignidad, tan poca vergüenza?

(Inside the room)

Sand: Easy Graciela, easy! I speak your language, but that's too fast for me. Though I dare say I'm better off not understanding.

Graciela: You actually wanted me to agree to this... this atrocity?

Sand: I actually did, and I actually do. You are an educated woman, Graciela - intelligent. Is there any other way to restore your family properties? Santa Anna's administrators rule Potosi.

Graciela: You... you expect me to marry you, with my father and my four brothers newly buried in Potosi - and my husband?

(Crockett is looking through the window.)

Sand: I expect it, because it is the logical course.

Graciela: To marry you, logical?

Sand: Of course! I am acceptable to Santa Anna. And if he should be defeated, I would manage to become acceptable to his successors.

Graciela: Oh...

Sand: That's the trick, to be acceptable to the powers that be. And let's not pretend you're a broken-hearted widow! You barely knew the man. Your marriage was as much arranged as this one would be. Your family picked him out.

Graciela: That's the way of my people.

Sand: You'll say yes. It's your only possible path. Like all women, you'll postpone the decision, but you will say yes.

(Exit Sand, seeing Crockett smoking on the balcony, hurries downstairs. Crockett walks to Gracielas door and knocks. Graciela opens the door.)

Crockett, throwing his cigar away: Forgive me, Ma'am. But I was having a smoke out on that gallery and I couldn't help but overhear - I wasn't eavesdropping! But it rankles me when somebody tries to force somebody to do something. You haven't seen me before tonight, but I'm offering you my services. If that fella's making you stay in Bexar, I'm ready, willing and able to provide you a transport to wherever you wanna go. And on the other hand, if you choose to stay in Bexar, I'm ready, willing and able to see that he don't bother you.

Graciela: Would you answer one question with complete honesty, Mr... Tall American?

Crockett: Ma'am, only modesty restrains me from telling you that I am widely known for my truthfulness.

Graciela: Would you so quickly offer to defend me if I was sixty years old and wrinkled? Or is it because I am young, and a widow, and you are far from home and your loved ones? But, thank you anyway, sir. In any event, this is a matter in which no outsider could help. And... Mr. Tall American!... I do believe that a woman in trouble, even though sixty and wrinkled, could turn to you for help.

Crockett: Good night, Ma'am.

(In the street; Sand is waiting for Crockett with a group of Mexican charros)

Sand, to his men: ¡Adelante!

(Crockett fights the attackers. Suddenly, Bowie, on horseback rushes into the conflict knocking men everywhere, yelling, jumps from his horse and sides with Crockett. In a few moments the attackers are all either running away or knocked out, except two Bowie holds, one under each arm.)

Crockett to Bowie, Well, thanks, friend. If you don't insist on having them to yourself, I'll give you a hand.

Bowie: Pleasure, friend.

(Crockett pulls Bowie's knife from its sheath and knocks one Mexican out with the knife handle)

Crockett: You must be Jim Bowie. The size and shape is as described, and this knife is certainly everything I heard it was.

Bowie: I'm Bowie.

Crockett: I'm Davy Crockett.

Bowie, still strangling a Mexican under his left arm: Well! I heard a lot about you. (they shake hands)

Crockett: I heard a lot about you, too. I'd admire to buy you a drink - or eight, or ten.

Bowie: Oh, excuse me... (He takes back his knife & fells the Mexican with the handle.) You have some trouble with Emil Sand?

Crockett: Who's Emil Sand?

Bowie: Merchant.

Crockett: Tall fella, butter-colored hair?

Bowie: Yeah, that's him.

Crockett: I've had some words with him. Intend to have some more. How 'bout that drink?

Bowie: Honored, Congressman Crockett!

Crockett: Oh, please Jim! Don't call me that. I've been trying to live it down.

(Outside the Cantina - where Tennesseans are snoring.)

Smitty: Here's your extra coat, Davy - and a jug.

Crockett: Thoughtful. You'd better get some sleep, Smitty.

Smitty: I'm not tired. It's Mexico! Exciting night.

Crockett: Yeah, well, you'd still better get some sleep.

Smitty: All right, Davy.

Bowie: 'Night, Smitty.

Smitty: Good night, Colonel Bowie... Jim!

Crockett: Took a long time for this night to get un-exciting.

Bowie: It sure did. This is a mighty pretty one, though.

Crockett: Understand you moved down here lock, stock and barrel, Jim.

Bowie: I didn't plan on moving. Came for a visit and stayed.

Crockett: I gather you like it...

Bowie: Oh, Davy, if you only knew Mexico!... It's wonderful.

Crockett: I thought she was a burnt over desert, most of the time.

Bowie: Nah! most Northerners think that, it ain't so! Big valleys between high mountains... Just everything a man could want in the way of country, for looking at or... or for growing on. But mostly... mostly it's the people, Davy. They got... and this is kinda hard to explain, but... they got courage, and they got dignity. They ain't afraid to die... and what seems most important to me is that they ain't afraid to live. Today is important to them, not the dollar tomorrow might bring. Ah, I suppose the Yankees say that's lazy. Me, I say it's a way of livin'. And the womenfolk, pss... Well, Davy!...

Crockett: I figured you favored the Mexican ladies. They tell me you married one.

Bowie: Yeah, I uh... I did. I... Well, Davy, I... I just ain' got... you know, your way of putting things into... into words but... I got a fine family. Wonderful wife and two fine boys. I guess I'm what you'd call a lucky man.

Crockett: Now, that ain't a bad stab at puttin' it into words.

Bowie: I, uh, sent them up to Coahuila, with all the trouble around here, you know, I didn't wanna get them mixed up.

Graciela, to Crockett: May I speak privately with you, sir?

Crockett: Oh sure, but...

Bowie: You're the señora de Lopez, aren't you?

Graciela: Señor Bowie - I am sorry, I did not recognize you at first.

Bowie: Oh, Señora, this place ain't fit for...

Graciela: I know, but the matter is urgent and... Could I have a few private words with this gentleman?

Bowie: Oh sure, excuse me. I'll be inside, Crockett.

Graciela: Crockett? You are the famous David Crockett?

Crockett: Well, I'm Crockett. They named me Davy after an uncle who didn't leave Pa the farm after all.

Graciela: Well, Mr. Crockett, shortly after you left my room, I heard the noise of an altercation in the street. I could hear the sound, though I could not see it from my window. It sounded like... like a drunken brawl.

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

Graciela: 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 balls 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.

Crockett: And you're against Santa Anna?

Graciela: Bitterly, of course.

Crockett: And this... Emil, he's for him?

Graciela: Yes, he is.

Crockett: Then, how did he figure you'd marry him? Political arguments don't flavor folks' supper.

Graciela: Nevertheless, I am going to marry him, and please let's not discuss it, Mr. Crockett.

Crockett: The name is Davy, and I couldn't sleep nights thinking of you marrying him.

Graciela: Will you say goodbye for me to Mr. Bowie?

Crockett: Well, I...

Graciela: I can make my own way - and I hope the information is helpful.

(Inside)

Crockett: Someth' interesting, Jim. Parson, round up a couple of the men, fairly sober, and meet us out on the street.

Parson: Where are we goin'?

Crockett: To church.

Parson, surprised: Yeah, Davy.

(Outside San Fernando church)

Beekeeper: Hey, Parson! Parson, why'd you run off without me?

Parson: I told him to stay behind. He's drunk.

Beekeeper: Oh, stick to the point: why'd you run off without me?

Crockett: Jim, this is Beekeeper - Jim Bowie.

Beekeeper: Hi.

Bowie: Hi.

Crockett: You can come along, but hold your breath: if can they smell, they'll be warned you're coming.

Beekeeper: Hic! 'scuse me.

(In the church)

Bowie, to Beekeeper: Grab that torch.

Beekeeper: Yeah... (He stumbles, catches a rope & rings the bell.) 'Scuse me.

(In the basement)

Bowie: Well! (Handing his torch) Here, Parson...

Parson: Yes, sir.

Crockett: Rifles...

Beekeeper: Must be fifty of'em!

Crockett, looking at the barrels: Pólvora?

Bowie: That's gunpowder!

Beekeeper, with his torch: Let me take a look at that stuff here.

Bowie: Watch this!

Crockett: Stand back and stand still!

Beekeeper: 'scuzzz...

Bowie: 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!

Sand, appearing upstairs with his pistol: You'll never have that pleasure.

Crockett: You have something in common with that fellow that beat me in the election. Man sure got around.

Sand: You'll die talking, and soon - and you, the drunken one.

Beekeeper: Hic! 'scuse me.

Sand, to Smitty holding a stick: Drop it! Over with the others.

Parson, kneeling down: Not the boy, he's too young to die! The gates of Heaven swing not ajar for slayer of youth!

Beekeeper, bringing his torch over the powder: We are all going to the same place - at least, we'll start together!

(Sand's thugs run away. While Bowie turns aside Sand's pistols with a stick smash, Crockett grabs his knife and throws it into Sand's chest.)

Parson, to Beekeeper: You were slow enough to catch on!

Bowie: You got good men, Davy. Everyone!

Crockett: Jimmy's knife. You better watch it! First time 'ever want to steal in my life.

Smitty, showing Sand: Is... is he dead?

Crockett: Well, sort of. (To Bowie:) We'll pick this stuff up'n the morning.

Bowie: Yeah, sure. (To Smitty:) Better get some sleep.

(Graciela's room; knocking) Crockett: I saw the light on your window. Thought you'd be fast asleep: it's halfway to daybreak.

Graciela: I couldn't sleep, and... there was so much to think about.

Crockett: Yeah. I always envied people could shut off their thinkin'n' goes on to sleep. Me I'm a stall walker.

Graciela: May I, there's a decanter of wine and... I know this is terribly unconventional. But I... I just seem to have such a desperate need to talk to someone. And... and now that that someone is here, I... just don't know how to start.

Crockett: Well, a good beginning would be to tell me your name. You know mine, but I don't know yours. Bowie said the ... something or other - I don't know what.

Graciela: My name is Graciela Carmela Maria de Lopez y Bexar.

Crockett: Wah! That's a little long for this short memory! What do they call you for short 'n' friendly?

Graciela: Well, when I was a little girl, they used to call me Flaca.

Crockett: Flaca?

Graciela: It's a kind of nickname for "skinny".

Crockett, looking her up and down: Bad eyes for curves whoever calls you that! (She turns away to hide her grin.) Flaca, this would be a good time, some people would think, for me not to mention this. But don't plan on marrying on that blond-headed Emil. He's dead.

Graciela: Dead... Dead?

Crockett: Died under Bowie's knife. (Shaking his head) Lying is such a hard habit to break... Bowie didn't kill him. The knife was in my hand at that time.

Graciela: Emil's certainly the last human I'd cry over. And yet, I... I'm going to cry. It's just, Davy, that so much has happened to me in such a short time. My family... I don't... Just someone to lean on.

Crockett: Go ahead and cry, Flaca. It may help.]

(Next morning. Shots of Mexicans troops crossing a river.

Music: Mexican's theme.

In Bexar. Crockett is standing upon the veranda outside Flaca's room.)

Graciela, at her window in night dress: It's a beautiful morning, Davy Crockett!

Crockett, saluting: It is that, [Graciela Carmela] Maria de Lopez y Bexar!

Graciela: My goodness! You remember all that?

Crockett: Sure. [Music: Green leaves of Summer] I'm not as stupid as I look from the outside. What's Spanish for "breakfast"?

Graciela: Desayuno.

Crockett: Well, let's take a paseado out and get some desayuno.

Graciela: Paseado?

Crockett: That means "walk"?

Graciela: That means "have walked" - but never mind, I'll get dressed, and...

Crockett: Wait a minute. First, write me a letter.

Graciela: A letter?

Crockett: In Spanish.

Graciela: Of course. To whom is the letter addressed?

Crockett: "To the honorable Davy Crockett Esquire..."

Graciela: You wish a letter written to yourself?

Crockett: Yep. "To the honorable Davy Crockett Esquire, former congressman of the United States of America. Esteemed Sir..."

(Outside the church; two carts are loaded with powder & guns, the first one driven by Parson & Smitty, the second by Beekeeper.)

Bowie, riding alongside: Let's go! Hurry it up there. (Outside the hotel, to the Gambler: Have you seen Davy?

Thimblerig: Ain't nobody seen Davy, he ain't about.

Crockett: First lie you' told today, Thimblerig!

Bowie: 'Morning, Davy.

Crockett, sitting near Beekeeper: Howdy!

Bull: Say Davy, what kind of load you got there?

Crockett: Presents for some friends. Let's go, Parson!

(Another cart loaded with household things; some fall down)

Mrs Guy: Oh no!... Here, Maribel, take the reins. Well, I declare...

Graciela, smiling: Let me help you.

Mrs Guy: Oh, thank you, Miss. He went-a off on our best horse. And he melted down all night, of course, for bullets. Then he rode off to that damn blasted Sam Houston... Maribel, give her some meal.

Maribel: I can't, Mama, I got the reins.

Mrs Guy: I'm going, he said, ready and willing to die for Texas. Well, he then took the rifle, or he wouldn't' have to wait for Santa Anna to kill him. Any man that leaves his kids to go to wars is nothing but a coward! Ow - thank you, Miss.]

(Alamo front gate)

Sentry: Halt! Who goes there?

Bowie: Is that you, Bob?

Sentry: Why, sure, can't you see?

Bowie: Then what kind of idiot nonsense is this "Who goes there"?

Sentry: Well, Travis - Colonel Travis, that is - he says that I should...

Bowie: I don't care what Travis said. Open the gate 'fore I shoot you off that wall!

Travis (appearing): Sentry! Open the gate for Colonel Bowie.

(In the yard)

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!

Crockett: Hello, Travis.

Travis: Colonel Crockett... Looks like the answer to a prayer!

Colonel, I'd be pleased if you'd join me in my quarter for some refreshment.

Crockett: Proud to.

Travis: Oh, and you too, Colonel Bowie, if you will.

Beekeeper, to Dennison: I'm a stranger around these here parts. What do you Texicans use for drinkin' whiskey?

Dennison: Drinkin' whiskey.

Beekeeper: Well, you got manners, or aintcha?

(The gallery outside Travis's office)

Travis: Captain Dickinson, this is Colonel Davy Crockett.

Dickinson: Pleased to meet you.

Crockett: How do you do?

(Inside)

Travis: Oh, and this is my cousin, Mrs. Dickinson - Colonel Crockett.

Susannah: Colonel Bowie...

Bowie: Hello Sue.

Susannah: Well, it's nice meeting you, Davy Crockett. I feel as if I know you already, you see... part of my family comes from Tennessee and - well, your name is a household word there - at least, in our house it was.

Crockett: Thank you Ma'am. It's nice to be well thought of.

Lisa: Mommy...

Susannah: Oh, yes darling. Oh! I've asked you not to climb those stairs alone.

Crockett: Well, who's this?

Susannah: You say hello to Colonel Crockett?

Lisa: Hello.

Crockett: Every size they get to, seems to be the most lovable.

Susannah: Will you gentlemen excuse me?

Lisa: Goodbye, Colonel.

Crockett: Goodbye!... Kind of a shame kids have to grow up into people.

Travis: 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's mustered almost a thousand men and should be ready to move south by the first of the week.

Bowie: A thousand? It don't seem possible.

Travis: 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'll be sure that Fannin has a thousand men - or more.

Bowie: I got a reputation for truth, Travis.

Crockett: 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. Point is how many men has Fannin, and will he get here in time?

Bowie: Whether he does or doesn't, we'll be trapped here, and for no reason. What we should do is burn all of Bexar, including this mission, and...

Travis: And fight a harassing action? Annoy Santa Anna while he sweeps north across the whole of Texas? That's Colonel Bowie's theory...

Bowie: We could hit and run!

Travis: ...and I can't accept that idea!

Bowie: ...Jump him at every creek crossing between here and San Jacinto...

Travis: You seem to forget one thing, Colonel Bowie...

Bowie: What?

Travis: 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?

Crockett: Up to the last time I saw'em, they hadn't shown any strong feelings against fighting.

Travis: But can you persuade your men to come into this mission?

Crockett: I can ask them.

Travis: 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 army and...

Bowie: Hold on, Travis! We've been all through this. He wants me to lie to my men too - keep'em here with lies!

Travis: Let the truth of Santa Anna's strength be known down there in the yards, and by daybreak, there won't be a baker's dozen left!

Bowie: You're calling my boys cowards?

Travis: Let us dispense with fire-eaters pyrotechnics, Colonel Bowie!

Bowie: Just remember this, Travis: my men are all volunteers, they're here because they wanna be. But there's nothing to keep'em from packing up and getting out of here!

Travis: I'm aware that your men are militia, and like all volunteers, undisciplined! Good day, Colonel Bowie.

[Exit Bowie. Music: Ballad coda.]

Crockett: Last night gave you a pretty good idea of the discipline of my men...

Travis: Our position here is desperate. And I feel sure that at where Crockett leads, his men will follow.

Crockett: Yeah. That's a responsibility that's ... been kinda worrying me.

[Music: The Eyes of Texas.]

(In the yard) Bowie: You know, Davy, some years ago, I swore off drawing my knife every time somebody disagreed with me, but I'm telling you that Travis is driving me rather...

Crockett: That word Jim, uh...

Bowie: What word?

Crockett: Pyrotechnics. What does that mean?

Bowie: Why, it means uh... uhh... Ah! You know what it means as well as I do!

Crockett: Sure - and you were a little on the fireworks side, Jim... See you.

Bowie: Yeah. ]

Beekeeper: Thank you, gentlemen. I'm'onna pass the word around: what you Texans use for drinkin' whiskey... is drinkin' whiskey. And what's more important, you got real good manners... seeing how you suffer of the handicap having never been in Tennessee.

Bowie's man: Hey Davy, is it true that you fit a four-day fight with Mike Fink?

Crockett: Why, that's a blasted lie! One of them stories loose-mouth' people tell around. Mike and me quit at sundown. Would've been the fourth day until... next morning. See you men.

Smitty: Let her rip, Parson!

(Outside the hotel)

Crockett: Señora Lopez...

Graciela, to Seguin: Don Juan, this is Mr. Davy Crockett.

Seguin: I'm honored.

Crockett: How do you do?

Graciela: Señor Seguin is the alcalde - I mean, the mayor of San Antonio de Bexar.

Crockett: Uh, he's got a pretty busy town. The people are running like sheep that have smelled a wolf pack.

(Under the veranda)

Beekeeper: I never said no such a thing! [Music: Here's to the ladies.] When us took that powder in there, that fella Travis asked if us Tennesseans wasa gonna join up with him. That's all. (To Thimblerig He never asked us to fight his fight for him!

Thimblerig, putting a tamale in his mouth: Have some breakfast.

Beekeeper, spitting: Breakfast! Tortillas?

Mexican seller: Tamale!

Beekeeper, a drink in hand: Never get burnt drinking this stuff.

Thimblerig: Well, I only know part of this here Texas, and none of these here Texicans is related to me, so why should I fight for them?

Tennessean: Right. Ain't our ox that's gettin' gored.

Crockett: Talking about whose ox gets gored, figure this: fellow gets in the habit of goring oxes, whets his appetite. He may come up north next and gore yours! Men, we're in a little fix, sort of. The he-bull around here, general Santa Anna, he's mad at us.

Beekeeper: Yeah?

Crockett: He's wrote us a letter. I can't read it, it's in Spanish, (winking at Flaca) but the young lady will.

Graciela: It is addressed to Davy Crockett, and the Tennesseans who accompany him. "Be it known: you are interlopers in a country where you are neither wanted nor welcome. [Music: Degüello] This is the order you are given: depart with all haste and at once, because it has come to our attention that you are possibly considering joining the rebels now ensconced in the mission. This is not your fight. Depart. Should you fail to abide by this order, I shall chastise you even unto death. Signed: Generalìssimo Antonio Miguel de Santa Anna."

Beekeeper: Huh! Fellow kinda fancies himself, don't he? Sure does have a big sounding name...

Tennessean: Givin' us orders... Who do he think he am? Andy "by God" Jackson?

Thimblerig: Riles me when somebody tells me to go here, or I can't go there.

Beekeeper: I ain't never been run outta no place... Except the time my old paw kicked me over every acre of that half section back in Ohio. But I was just a shirt-tail kid then - 'n' my paw had big feet.

Thimblerig: Well what do you say, Davy? 'We gonna let this man tell us what we can or can't do?

Smitty, crossing his arms: Davy, maybe we'd better saddle up and pay this fella a visit. (All look at him.)

Bob: Do chastise mean what I think it do?

"It do": It do.

Beekeeper: Davy, let's do saddle up and go learn that gentleman his manners!

Crockett: We won't have to. He is wearing out horses coming toward us.

Beekeeper: Hm hm... Guess we can't stop him from coming... But I reckon we can arrange for him to limp going back!

Tennessean: I swear I's beginning to think these Texicans wasn't as neighborly as they might be, but here they've gone and arranged a nice fight for us visitors.

Crockett: One thing I'll oughta tell you - Santa Anna never wrote that letter. I did. Or rather, I had this lady here write it. I was figuring how to tell you fellas about this Texican hoedown. And I was wondering what this Santa Anna would've said to us Tennesseans if he'd had had a chance to say it.

Beekeeper: Davy, I ain't never said I ain't been whooped. I have. But I give each and everyone of them fellas a chance to dig in and get the job done. But I ain't never took nobody's word in advance they's gonna chast... to...

Thimblerig, standing up: Chastise.

Beekeeper: Chastise, much obliged.

Thimblerig: Well, speak up, Davy. We're gonna stay ain't we?

Crockett: Well, I'm... I'm thinking it over.

Beekeeper: What is there to think about? You' getting that old? 'Man toed the mark and dared us! Chastise, he said!

Bull: That's right, chastise!

Crockett: But I wrote the letter!

Beekeeper: Oh, now don't you start weaselin'! You said yourself them would be the very words he'd write us, iff'n he was to write us a letter!

Crockett: Well, gentlemen... You convinced me. We'll fight.

Beekeeper: Ah! That's more like it!

Tennesseans: Now you're talkin', Davy.

Crockett: But first, the young lady and I will take a pasear. Gather up your possibles and I'll meet up with you later.

Tennessean: Right, Davy.

Crockett, to Seguin: Con permiso...

[Music: Ballad coda]

Graciela: Your Spanish is improving.

Beekeeper: Kind of cheers me to see the Colonel with that lady. Last couple of years he had me worried. Lately, he ain't been looking at the girls like he's starved. [Music shifts to
Love theme.]

Thimblerig: Being in congress has ruined many a good man.

(In the forest ) Graciela: All I hear is Crockett the bear-killer, Crockett the Indian-fighter, Crockett the brawler... Crockett has brains.
!
Crockett: Kept it hidden a number of years.

You like my Tennesseans, Flaca?

Flaca: Oh yes!

Crockett: 'Could strain ten thousand and never come up with twenty-three better. Everyone of those men has been at my elbow - save the boy, Smitty - when some difficulty arose. Some of them don't bath this often as polite folks would think necessary, but every one of them smells sweet to me! And I was the one that said this country was burnt-over sand! It's green and growing - like those green pastures they talk about. Lord above! That's one beautiful tree!

[Music: Green Leaves of Summer, orchestral version] This tree must've been growed before man put his first dirty footprints on this prairie. Kind of a tree Adam and Eve must have met under. (Flaca leans against the trunk.) You know something, Flaca? I guess I saw who-knows-how-many trees before I ever took a long, thoughtful look at one. Mostly I looked at a tree to see was there a bear in it or an Indian behind it.

Graciela: Davy, what's going to happen to us? I mean, to you and me?

Crockett: Well, when I was a boy in Kentucky a... fella and his gal, he'd ... hang up a bunch of trees like that, cut one down for a ridgepole and... built a cabin alongside the other. Seems like all anyone would ever need. I guess some of us need more than that.

Graciela: So many things have happened to me lately that... I'm almost never sure of anything. But I think I love you.

Crockett: Could be. Old buck, young doe... Each has something the other lacks. I'm gonna tell you something, Flaca, and I want you to listen tight. It may sound that I'm talking about me, but I'm not, I'm talking about you. As a matter of fact, I'm talking about all people everywhere. When I came down here to Texas, I was looking for something. I didn't know what. It seems like you added up my life and I've spent it all either stomping other men - or in some cases getting stomped. Had me some money, and had me some medals. But none of it seemed a lifetime worth the pain of the mother that bore me. 'Was like I was empty. Well I'm not empty any more. That's what's important. [Music: Ballad coda.] To feel useful in this old world. To hit a lick against what's wrong, or to say a word for what's right, even though you get walloped for sayin' that word. Now, I may sound like a Bible beater yellin' up a revival at a river crossing camp meeting, but that don't change the truth none. There's right and there's wrong. You gotta do one or the other. You do the one and you're living. You do the other, and you may be walking around, but you're dead as a beaver hat... I'd hoped for a horse, but there's nothing wrong with a good strong mule.

Graciela: My things! All. All my luggage is' in the buggy.

Crockett: Had my men take care of it. Your geegaws may be rough-packed, but they're all there.

Graciela: You are sending me away. You... you talked about the fight against evil, but you... you are sending me to safety. Is that what love does, Davy?]

Crockett: 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.

Parson: His name's Jesus, they told me. He seems a good, honest mule.

Graciela: Maybe I'll never see you again.

[Music: Green Leaves of summer, accordion]

Crockett: 'That 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.

Flaca: Davy, I... (She snaps the whip on the mule and pulls away)

Parson: You never pray, do you, Davy?

Crockett: I never found the time.

(At the Alamo. Music: Tennesseans theme.)

Sentry, at front gate: Sir, Tennesseans!

Dickinson, calling: Colonel Travis! Crockett and his men.

Travis, coming up the stairs: Go down and open the gate.

Dennison: I'll just holler down.

Travis: Your orders were to go down, not holler down, Mr. Dennison!

Dennison: Yes, sir...

Travis, to Dickinson: Crack shots, those Tennesseans!

Dickinson: Twenty times their number's what we need, and more... Oh, I'm sorry, Will. Such gloomy remarks are for your ears alone.

Travis: Isn't that Bowie galloping up there to catch'em? I can just hear him pleading his cause.

Dickinson: Crockett seems to me the type of man that would choose Bowie.

Travis: What you mean is Crockett isn't the type of man to choose me?

Dickinson: Oh, Will! Depend on you to say it the most brutal way.

Travis: Most facts are brutal. Just look at that great knife-fighter yapping at Crockett. "Cut, slash and run!" Let's get mounted. "Cut, slash'n' run!"

(On the road)

Bowie: Cut, slash and run. Cost Santa Anna fifty or a hundred troops at every creek crossing between here and the North.

Crockett: Sounds reasonable the way you put it, Jim - but Travis, he's got a point too. Takes thinkin' on.

Sentry: Hey, Jim, halt! Who goes there?

Bowie: Bob! I swear I'm gonna shoot you off that wall! Are you blind?

Bob: That's what's I was told to holler every time.

Bowie: Well, don't holler at me! (To Crockett: Idiot... You think on it, Davy, you'll side with me.

(In the yard - a bell rings as music ends.)

Blind Nell: What is it?

Jocko: Tennesseans, Nell. Twenty-three of'em. All the way from home.

Nell: Do you recognize any of them, Jocko? Could be my brother Malachai with them? Oh, he was a considerable fellow to go where there was trouble.

Jocko: He was that. But Nell, you know, Malachai was hung - or so some folks told us.

Travis: Colonel Crockett, I am glad you were able to persuade your men to join us.

Crockett: Well, they insisted, sort of.

Travis: Our heartiest welcome! Ladies and gentlemen, we are proud to welcome these patriotic men who have traveled fifteen hundred miles to join us in our hour of need. Sergeant Lightfoot!

Lightfoot: Yes, sir?

Travis: You will have your men raise a cheer for our gallant allies from the illustrious state of Tennessee.

Lightfoot: Yes, Sir! Hip, hip!

All: Hooray!

Travis: Captain, you will attend to the billeting of these men. After you are quartered, gentlemen, I will take you on a tour of the emplacements.

Dickinson: This way, gentlemen.

Jocko: Crockett! Davy Crockett! We're from Tennessee.

Crockett: Howdy, folks!

Nell: We've seen you when you came to Stink Wells, speak about that job for Congress.

Jocko: You shook hands with me.

Crockett: Oh, I'll do her again! (Shake-hands)

Nell: He didn't vote for you though. Other fella gave him four bits.

Jocko: I'm sorry.

Crockett: Don't be. Glad there were enough sensible folks like you to vote me out of that job. But later on, we'll have a real old home talkfest, but right now, we got to get quartered and bedded down. 'You excuse us?

Nell: You should have voted for him, Jocko!

(In town - Music: Mexicans theme)

Bexareno: ¡Soldados!

Officer: ¡Columna a la izquierda!

(The Alamo. On the roof of the chapel.)

Travis: Of our twenty-four pieces of ordnance, five of these six-pounders.

Sentry: Something's stirring in town!

Travis: Ladies will take cover, please! Men, to your battle positions!

(In town - Mexican cavalry rides in. A soldier snatches a villager's shirt to make a white flag)

Mexican officer: ¡Teniente Rodriguez! Los documentos...Teniente, compla con sus ordones.

Rodriguez: Si, Señor.

(The Alamo)

Travis: Captain Dickinson, are your men disposed?

Dickinson: At their posts, sir!

Travis: No one will fire unless I so order! Those people are under the protection of a flag of truce!

(In front of palisade

Teniente Rodriguez: Columna, ¡alto! (Reading "From the headquarters of Generalìssimo Antonio López 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 Generalìssimo Santa Anna. The Generalìssimo in his kindness, 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 Generalìssimo will be reducing' the mission by assault. There will be no quarter given. Signed..."

(Travis lights the cannon's match with his cigar; cannon fires.)

Rodriguez: ¡Columna a la derecha! ¡Marchen!

(Travis turns on his heel and walks away)

Crockett: Well, what do you think, Jim?

Bowie: Hm... I hate to say anything good about that long-winded jackanapes, but he does know the short way to start a war.

[Music: Ballad coda.]

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Re: Actual Scenes From THE ALAMO (1960) Film

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Intermission /Entr'acte music: Ballad of the Alamo:

In the southern part of Texas, near the town of San-Antone stands a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown.

You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a one

But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun,

You can hear a ghostly bugle as the men go marching by

You can hear them as they answer to that roll call in the sky

"Col'nel Travis, Davy Crockett, and the hundred eighty more Captain Dickinson and Jim Bowie? - Present and accounted for

Let the old men tell the story, let the legend grow and grow

Of the thirteen days of glory at the siege of Alamo.

Lift the tattered banners proudly while the eyes of Texas shine

Let the fort that was a mission be an everlasting shrine

Once they fought to give us freedom, that is all you need to know

Of the thirteen days of glory at the siege of Alamo.

Coda:
Every musket is ready
Every hand holds a sword
Just a small band of soldiers
Standin' tall in the eyes of the Lord.]

(Mexicans troops - Mexican theme in background.

The Alamo ramparts-North wall, west corner)

Travis, looking through a telescope, to Dickinson who is writing down what Travis says: Sixth... The Sixth Vera Cruzano fusillers. They're bivouacking about a mile south of our west bastion.

Dickinson: Light artillery, lancers, some engineers... Not one unit of heavy assault troops has arrived yet, and it still adds up to two thousand men.

Travis: That'll be to our advantage, Dick. That main body must be strung out for miles: the assault infantry, heavy artillery, commissary and supply trains... They won't be here for four or five days, and the actual battle can't start until then. Oh, they'll be an occasional sortie or artillery fire, feeling' out our defenses. [Music: Degüello] They won't commit themselves to an actual attack until Santa Anna is here with his main force.

Dickinson: Then what?

Travis: Then Fannin will be here.

(West wall)

Bowie: More troops arriving every hour.

Crockett: Prettiest army I ever did see.

Bowie: Yeah... If I take my men out, will you go with me? Davy, you know this old mission can't stand up in front of Santa Anna's army, my way's the only way!

Crockett: Travis says that Fannin's coming.

Bowie: Travis says! I wouldn't take Travis's word the night's dark and day's light!

(In the yard)

Texan, to Smitty: Oh, just a minute, boy, I'll give you 'hand with that.

Smitty: No, I could swing it.

Texan: He's a mighty willing boy.

Beekeeper: Yeah...

Texan: Fact the matter, it's right neighborly all you Tennesseans to come down here 'help us with this fight. 'Specially since it ain't your. Why'd you do it?

Beekeeper: We're bored with women and drinking whiskey.

Texan 2: Hey, you might get bored with bullets. You've seen all them soldiers outside the walls? That's only half. They say Santa Anna's got seven thousand men.

Beekeeper, to Thimblerig: Gambler, maybe the odds are against us. Reck' we ought' send for help.

Thimblerig: Well, I can send for my brother.

Beekeeper: Will make things even!

Texan: You Tennesseans talk so big you ought to move down here to Texas.

Beekeeper: You reckon Davy's got us in a hollow log with the b'ar still in it?

Thimblerig: Well, he ain't dealt us a hand yet we couldn' draw to.

Beekeeper: Sure...

North wall)

Dickinson: Here comes Bowie, quarrel written all over him.

Travis: I expected that. (To Bowie and Crockett Gentlemen...

Bowie: Come dusk, I'm taking my men out of this trap.

Travis: And you, Crockett?

Crockett: I'm... weighing the for's and the againsts...

Bowie: I'll move at first light.

Travis: If you go against my orders, you will be labeled a traitor.

Bowie, throwing his cigar away: Now let's just us forget what I'll be labeled. Do you personally put that name to me? And you better think before you speak, you prissy jackass, 'cause your life hangs on your answer!

Dickinson: Gentlemen, all this is insane. Colonel Bowie, think: Fannin is on his way with reinforcements.

Bowie: Is he?

Travis: Fannin is coming. I give you my solemn word.

Bowie: Your word, huh! I was just telling Crockett here 'I wouldn't take your word that night's dark and day's light.

Dickinson: Colonel Bowie!

Travis: Stop, Dick! You could never apologize for that, Colonel Bowie. I have no alternative but to ask you to...

Crockett: Men, we have now a good horse coming over that hill.

Travis: It's Jim Bonham. I sent him to Fannin 'day before yesterday... Bowie, I think our private matter can wait a while.

(Dickinsons' kitchen, beneath Travis' office)

Susannah, to Bonham: I got stew on the fire. It will be warm in just a few minutes.

Bonham: I'd rather have it soon than hot!

Travis: Your report, Jim.

Bonham: Colonel Fannin's first troop should cross the road of Diablo late tomorrow afternoon. I came through there and there's water in it, but not enough to make trouble. I figure his first troops should be here by the afternoon of the third day from now - or by the latest the following morning.

Travis: Are you satisfied, Bowie? Fannin is on his way with a thousand men. Or do you mistrust Jim Bonham's word too?

Bowie: Jim, I've known you since you're a toe-headed boy. A thousand men - is that a guess, or a real figure?

Bonham: Well, Colonel Fannin says a thousand.

Bowie: That's good 'enough for me. I'll wait. (Exit with Crockett.)

Travis: You've done splendidly, Jim. You better eat up and get some rest.

Bonham: I don't feel good about this, Will. Colonel Bowie made me feel like a liar. When you sent me, you told me I was to come back with the word that Fannin had a thousand men, no matter how many men he actually had. And he's only got about five hundred.

Travis: Five hundred? Five hundred... Well, we can make out for that. But a thousand! Why, that sounds like a good round number! After you get some sleep, I want you to get back to Fannin. Keep him coming as fast as he can! Oh, uh, and you'll need another horse. Use that fast bay mare of Dick's. I can't think of a better mount in all of Texas! (Exit)

Susannah: Will is always so generous - to give away your horse without a regret!

Dickinson: Now...

Susannah: Don't now me! "You need a fresh horse, Jim. Take Dick's!"

Dickinson: That's enough...

Susannah: Will Travis thinks the Almighty nominated him and him alone to do the deciding and thinking for every human being on this earth!

Bonham: I'm beginning to think Sue's got the right idea, Dick.]

(In the yard; Beekeeper distributes whiskey out of his barrel, reciting counting rhymes)

Beekeeper: Blowing on a horn... That's all!... Chicken in the bread pan, Pickin' up the corn. That's all! Flies in the buttermilk, Shoo fly shoo. That's all!... Ants on the sugar bowl, Two by two. That's all!

Bull: I carried twice as much.

Beekeeper: You're twice as big!

(The bell rings)

Sentry: Patrol's in trouble!

(Mounted patrol charges in main gate)

Lieutenant Finn, falling from his horse: Doggone it, Beekeeper! I thought you weren't gonna open that corn liquor till nightfall!

Beekeeper: What's the matter with you? It's only a half-hour to dark. Besides, it's my keg, ain't it?

Finn: Well, alright. Give me some of that stuff! I'm so scared I could drink all of it... Maybe I will!

Bowie: What'd you see, Irish?

Finn: More than I wanted to, Jim. A lot of men arriving, and they got the durn blastedest cannon I ever did see. Someth' like this. (Drawing in the sand with his rifle's butt Twelve or fourteen foot long, maybe!

Bowie: He sure draws pretty, don't he?

Crockett: Frightening! Twelve or fourteen feet long - are you sure, Irish?

Finn: Well, yeah...

Travis, from the headquarters gallery: Finn!

Finn: Yes, sir.

Travis: You were ordered to make a report to me, not to hold lecture courses. Get up here!

Finn: Alright, Will - uh, Colonel Travis.

Beekeeper: Hey Travis! With a cannon like that, them Santa Anna fellas can just sit up there and give us what for, can't they?

Travis: There's no such cannon in the North American continent. But they have some in Europe, according to last reports. Acting Lieutenant Finn is exaggerating.

(Mexican lines. A huge canon aimed at the Alamo.)

Mexican officer: ¡Fuego!

(The Alamo; the cannon ball hits a building)

Tennessean: She's a big one, Davy, and she's shooting from over here!

Travis: Battery one! Is your gun ready?

Server, on the chapel's roof: We're primed and ready, sir!

Travis: Give it full elevation!

Server: Yes, sir. The gun is ready, sir.

Travis: Fire!

Beekeeper: Kinda short there, Colonel Mister Travis! (To the men; I'm sure I'm glad I seen that here cannon sitting out there on that prairie. For a minute, I thought they's shooting 'us from one of them old countries way over in Europe.

(Thimblerig shows him what's left of his keg, burning.) Oh! my goodness! No!... Oh, no, they wouldn't dare! Man, that ain't no fair way to fight a war!

Bowie: Well, guess we'd better do somethin' about that, Crockett.

Crockett: Plain as can be.

Bowie: About an hour after dark?

Crockett: Good. Thimblerig! Fifteen men, right after dark. All sober.

(At night; above front gate)

Beekeeper: Boo!

Sentry: Halt!

Beekeeper: I lost the bet.

Sentry: Huh?

Beekeeper: I bet some my friends I could sneak up on you without you hearing me.

Sentry: Friend, you like to got a hole in your head... (He's suddenly seized and gagged)

Beekeeper: Ah ah!...

Bowie: Tie him loose.

Crockett: Kick that fire out, 'n' kill our silhouette.

Bowie: Let's go!

Tennesseans: Company one, let's go! Come on...

(Later)

Travis: Everything set?

Dickinson: Yes, sir.

Travis: Alright, it's time, men. Open the gate!

Man: Colonel Travis, sentry here! Somebody jumped him.

Sentry: I'll say they did! Shoved me down, tied me up, and some of them stepped on me goin' by, and never so much as a by-your-leave from airy a one of them!

Travis: Damn it! Return to your posts.

Sentries: Yes, sir.

Travis: Close the gate! (To Dickinson: Well, you'd better get your men mounted, then. See if you can give them any help.

Dickinson: Yes, sir... Detail! Stand to horse!

(Mexican lines. Texians take down the big cannon's guards.)

Tennessean 1, astride the cannon, half-voice: Get the powder !

Crockett: Where's the mud?

Tennessean 2: Oh, it's coming. Here it is...

(Scotty torches the touchhole and the mud-loaded cannon blows up)

Mexican 1: ¿Que es?

Mexican 2: ¡Es un cañon!

Bowie: Clear out! I'll cover!

Crockett: You heard the man!

(Men shouting in Spanish)

Bowie: Come on, kid. Get out of here!

Smitty: I can shoot... (Bowie fires his six-barreled rifle.) Golly! What a gun!

Bowie: Go on! Grab a horse!

(The Alamo)

Travis, from the courtyard: Cover party! No one will fire until you can identify your target!

Finn: Yes, sir.

Dickinson, riding: Let's give'em a hand, boys. Knock on it! Hey! (Gunfire) Pick'em up! Pick'em up! Everybody rides double. Come on! Pick'em up!

(Explosions & gunfire; Bowie's horse neighs & falls)

Smitty: Hold the gate! Hold the gate!

Sentry: Somebody's still on the outside!

(Gunfire continues)

Crockett: Close the gate! Good work, Smitty!... We never missed you, Jim. It's a good thing the kid did.

Bowie: Oh, th' horse folded with me.

Man: You alright, Jim?

Bowie: Yeah, sure.

Melinda: Oh, Mr. Smith, you've been hurt!

Smitty: Oh, it's alright.

Beekeeper: Let's take a look at that.

Smitty: I said it's alright.

Crockett, calling: Doctor!

Beekeeper: Mm... No bone's broken. All you need is a little Doctor Beekeeper's fix-em on it. (He pours whiskey on Smitty's wound.)

Smitty, to Melinda: See, I... (He passes out)

(Dickinsons' veranda, corner of Travis' quarters & chapel yard)

Dickinson, embracing Susannah, to Travis: Pretty close.

Travis: Bowie?

Dickinson: Oh, he's alright. Turned a horse over.

Travis: Jethro!

Jethro: Yes, sir.

Travis: Tell Colonel Bowie I wish to speak to him at once.

Jethro: Yes, sir.

Travis: Over here, where we can have a little privacy.

Jethro: Yes, sir.

(He enters a door in the convent yard, to a stable.)

Travis: Post this area!

Man: Yes, sir!

Dickinson: Will, considering the way things turned out, I...

Travis: Leave this to me!

(Foot steps; Bowie, Crockett & Jethro come in)

Travis: Colonel Bowie, I have had just about enough insubordination.

Bowie: You have? Alright, let's get to it. When and where? I hear you're a good shot, so let us choose pistols.

Travis: I had assumed you would have chosen the ruffian's knife.

Dickinson: Gentlemen, I beg...

Travis: Dick! Act for me.

Dick: Time?

Crockett: I suggest after this war is over.

Travis: Yes. The minute, the very minute this war is over.

Dick: Jim?

Bowie: That's fine with me.

Travis: One last word, Bowie! This evening's episode... By going on a mission without orders, you endangered this command. Ifit had not been for the fortunate intervention of Captain Dickinson and his patrol, a large number of badly needed volunteers would now be dead out there instead of at their post in here. I demand your word of honor that there will be no repetition of such conduct. Otherwise, I shall be forced to order your arrest.

Bowie: Travis... Don't you worry anymore about arrest or insubordination. I take my people out at daybreak. (Exit)

Jethro: Col'nel Travis, I'm an old man. But you're wrong.

Crockett: That Jethro! Reminds me of a story...

Travis: Please, Crockett! No homespun wisdom. No
cracker-barrel philosophy. None of the backwoods wit for which you are famous. Good night.

Crockett: You' better slack off of me, Mister. This code of honor business doesn't bother me a bit. When there's trouble, I come from any direction as sudden and as surprising as I can. My only concern here is twenty-three Tennesseans. So you' better let me know what's in your mind.

Travis: I'd have thought that would have been obvious to you. (He draws his saber) It's as simple as this. (Sketching with the saber tip in the sand) There's Santa Anna with seven thousand men. Up here is the Sabine river. Somewhere around here, Sam Houston is trying to organize an army. And right in between (driving his saber into the ground) is the Alamo. [Music: Ballad coda.] Santa Anna can't go around and leave a fort along his lines of communication. He must reduce the Alamo by storm. Every minute of time we buy for Sam Houston is another precious minute in the life of Texas. And Crockett, nobody's ever going to say that William Barret Travis did not buy every minute possible.

Crockett: Makes sense. Why ain't you tell Bowie that?

Travis: Because a commander does not have to explain his every decision.

Crockett: 'Explained to me.

Travis: I have great respect for you, Crockett. But I have none for that knife-fighting adventurer.

Crockett: I figured any fella that shouldered a gun was deserving of respect. But, then I'm not... a real soldier. I never fought anybody but Injuns... less'n you count the British.

Travis: Crockett... I must ask you to forgive my rudeness earlier on to you.

Crockett: I'm an easy forgiver... at times. 'Night, Travis. (He walks to a campfire where Tennesseans are assembled.) Crack out
a couple of jugs and bring that guitar.

Beekeeper: What are we gonna do, Davy?

Crockett: Serenade. (He knocks at Bowie's door)

Bowie: Well! I hope you told that long-winded idiot what you think of him.

Crockett: Oh, I'm not rightly sure what I think of him.

Bowie, spotting the Tennesseans: What's all this?

Crockett: Well, I figured we'd crack a jug and tell each other our troubles.

Bowie: Now, wait a minute, Crockett. Don't try your winnin' ways on me, my mind's made up!

Crockett: Well, we can have a farewell drink.

Bowie: You mean you're stayin'?

Crockett: That's what I figure, Jim.

Bowie: Alright, we'll have a drink or two or ten. But you ain't gonna get me drunk and change my mind.

Crockett: Of course not!

(Next morning; men sleeping in the plaza)

Sergeant Lightfoot: Morning patrol, let's go. Rise and shine! Up and at'em! Beekeeper, come on, show a leg! Get out of there! Thimblerig, come on, it's your duty.

Bull: Shut up! You don't have to wake us all.

Parson: I'll get'em up, Sergeant.

Lightfoot: Thanks, Parson, thanks.

Thimblerig: Hey, Bob. Two dollars American, if you take out my patrol.

Bob: Two dollars? This morning, I wouldn't take your patrol for ten.

Scotty: I would!

Thimblerig: Got yourself a deal, Scotty.

Parson: Well, Davy, it looks like you've done it again.

Crockett: It do... Bowie?

Parson: Looked like a tie to me.

Beekeeper: Your duty...

Crockett, drinking water out of a ladle: Ah! (He takes the bucket to Bowie's quarters.)

Jethro: Good morning, Col'nel. He's still sleeping.

Crockett: I'll take care of that, Jethro. (He throws the bucket of water from the doorway onto a sleeping Bowie and exits.)

Bowie, from inside: Aaagh! Hey! (Kicks the bucket on the doorstep and hurts his toes) Ow!... Crockett! Crockett! what the devil...

Crockett enters the infirmary: Good morning, Smitty. Doc... Doctor: Davy...

Smitty: Good morning!

Crockett: Well! You got yourself famous last night. Now every place they talk about Jim Bowie, they'll have to tell about the good man that pulled him out from under the troops.

Smitty: Gee! Will they?

(Bowie enters, wet and angry)
Crockett: Jim, the kid always wanted to know about that sand bar episode.

Bowie, drying his shirt: Oh! Come on, Crockett...

Crockett: That's the truth, he's never heard anything but hearsay.

Smitty: Gosh yes, Mister Bowie! And all the fellows back home talk about that...

Crockett, at the door: By the way, Smitty... Say goodbye to Jim.

Smitty: 'You going someplace, Col'nel... Jim?

Bowie: No... No, I'm not... goin' no place, that's just Crockett's idea of a joke. Now you get well, Smitty, boy. And thanks for your help. (Outside; he kicks a man loading a horse) Now, what are you doin'?

Bowie's Man: Well, it was rumored we were leaving this morning.

Bowie: I'll tell you when we're leaving. Get that gear put away!... Crockett! (Makes a sign to follow him & precede him into his room, then punches him on the chin.)

Crockett, from the bed: By God, Bowie! You're bad-tempered.

Bowie: Now, don't you ever try to make a fool out of me again!

Crockett: Once is enough...

Crockett: I make up my own mind.

Crockett: 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.

Bowie: That's a great idea, Davy. That's a great idea...

Crockett: I still say you're bad-tempered.

(The mounted morning patrol, near a river)

Dickinson: Cattle... Texas cattle.

Beekeeper: Man, that looks like a lot of good eating meat!

Dickinson: There's a lot of men to eat'em too... We're going back!

(Mexican cavalry spots them. Music: Mexican theme.)

Dickinson: Run for it! Let's get out of here.

(A Mexican cavalry patrol fires. Two Texans fall, one of them Scotty.

At the Alamo; Jocko blows his horn)

Sentry: Patrol's under fire!

(The patrol rides back inside the Alamo. Wounded carried on a stretcher)

Doctor: Get him to the infirmary! Alright now, easy, men... Handle him gently. Let's go...

Dickinson: We lost two men, Colonel. We got trapped between a patrol of Dragoons and a patrol of Lancers.

Thimblerig: Scotty?

Beekeeper: He was one of them.

Dickinson: And Losoyo.

Travis: Losoyo? Sergeant Lightfoot!

Lighfoot: Sir?

Travis: You will inform his... (Spotting two Mexican women in the arms of Susannah; That will not be necessary, Sergeant.

Lightfoot: Yes, Sir.

Travis: Señora Losoyo, you have the heartfelt sympathy of every soul within these walls... (To Dickinson There will be no more patrols. We can see everything we need to, from right here.

(At night)

Sentry: Corporal of guard, post number one! Corporal of guard, post number one!

Corporal: Detail!

Bowie: What is it?

Sentry: There's many of men moving out there, sir.

Corporal: Who's out there? Speak up or duck!

Voice outside: It is Juan Seguin. I seek Jim Bowie.

Bowie: Open the gate!

Sentry: But Colonel Travis, he said...

Bowie: Oh, Bob, shut up! Come on and open that gate!... Don Juan!

Seguin: Jim...

Bowie: Silverio!

Silverio: Señor Bowie...

Bowie: Howdy!

Third Mexican: ¡Señor Bowie, tanto gusto!

Seguin: We came for you to command us, Jim.

Bowie: Good.

Seguin: Dozens more wanted to come with us, but I would take only well-armed men 'n' few had rifles.

Bowie: Uh uh.

Seguin: We have some men from Gonzales here, we picked'em up on our way. This is Señor...

Bowie: I've known these old rascals for years! How are you, Hap?

Hap: Hi, Jim.

Bowie: George... 'Thought you'd help us out, huh?

George: From the looks of that army we came through, you can use all the help you can get.

Bowie: Yeah, seems like. But's only fair to tell you boys, I may decide to take my men out of here tomorrow. You might find yourselves fighting up north, long 'way from home.

Seguin: You command us, Jim. If you command us to go north, we'll go north.

Bowie: Good.

Travis, from the gallery: Welcome, Señor Seguin! There will be plenty of work for you and your brave men.

Seguin: Thank you, Colonel Travis. (Exit Travis)

Bowie: Well, that double-crosser! Just when you expect an argument, he agrees with you!... Come on, Juan. I'll help your people find a bivouac.

Seguin: Okay, Jim.


(Next day. A chocolate cake "Lisa Angelina Dickinson.")

Tennesseans sing:

Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday, dear Lisa!
Happy birthday to you!

Thimblerig: What day is this?

Lisa: This's my birthday today, and I have cake for everybody

Thimblerig: Our darling Lisa, from the bottom of our hearts, we wish you a happy birthday. And... (Tennesseans unmask a wooden cradle) our present!

Lisa: My first real bed! (She gets in it)

Dickinson: It's a beautiful present, Lisa.

Lisa: Sing me our song, Daddy.

Dickinson: Oh, no honey! Not here in front of everybody, that's our own private little song.

Lisa: But you always sing to me when I'm in bed, Daddy...

Dickinson, kneeling down:

Tennessee babe with a sweet sounding name,
Dear little rose of the south,
You are so sweet that the neighbors all claim
Sugar won't melt in your mouth.
(With Susannah, kneeling in turn
Oh Lisa, our Lisa!
Dear little rose of the south...
Oh Lisa, sweet Lisa!
Sugar won't melt in your mouth!

Lisa: We are three together.

Dickinson: Always, sweetheart, always.

Beekeeper: Young lady, I think that every girl should dance on her birthday. And may I have the honor of the first, uh? Mr. fiddler! Strike us up a tune!

Smitty:

Here's to the ladies! I love them all,
Here's to the ones I recall...
Here's to the ladies, married or free,
They all look pretty good to me!

The big and small ones,
The short and tall ones...
Each one a lovely Valentine!...

(On the rampart)

Crockett: They've forgot what's out there.

(Here's to the ladies, I love the ladies...)

Doesn't take much to make folks happy:

(Oh, how I wish they all were mine!)

... a little music, food and drink...

(The fat and lean ones, The in-between ones...)

... a baby smiling 'cause it's her birthday.

Smitty: From seventeen to eighty-nine...Well! Here's to the ladies...

Bowie: My youngest is just that one's size...

Smitty: I love the ladies, Oh, how I wish they all were mine! All mine! All mine!

Crockett, looking out at the Mexicans: They're building up...

(At night - front gate)

Voice outdoors: ¡Amigo!

Sentry: Halt! Who goes there?

Voice: Don't shoot, amigo! A message for Jim Bowie. In the sombrero. (Noise of a horse galloping)

Sentry: Jim, fellow says there's a message in this hat for you. (He throws down the sombrero.)

Bowie, near the campfire: Huh! Kind of a strange way to be sending messages, ain't it?

Crockett: Yeah. Maybe Santa Anna has surrendered... (Bowie laughs, reads, stops laughing and walks away; Crockett joins him.) What is it, Jim?

Bowie: I never... knew the night could be so dark. My... my wife. She... she's... dead.

Crockett: I lived through it, Jim... It's hard.

Bowie: It was the plague... The damn plague! (sobs) Oh, God! Dear God!... Oh, Davy... 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!

Crockett: My man Parson... He's kind of a preacher. He keeps sayin'... little do we mortals know... Hold your head up, Jim.

Travis: 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!

Bowie: You may die tonight...

Crockett, softly: That little lady, Jim. She won't like it.

(Bowie hands Travis the letter)

Travis, having read the letter: 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 honor at a later date. (Handing back the letter But I wish to express my sorrow for you, and present my apology for being such a boor at such a time.

Bowie: Travis... you can't help being' you... and I can't help being' me.

(Next day. Bugle call. Flag's lifted)

Crockett: What's that all about, Sergeant?

Lightfoot: Thirty-two cases hospitalized this morning, sir.

Crockett: Well, tell them to move over, after last night's party, it ain't...

Lightfoot: Oh, no sir. Women and children.

Crockett, to Bowie: Another officer's call.

[Music: Ballad coda]

(In the warehouse)

Doctor, to Travis smelling meat: See for yourself, it's all like that...

Crockett: Sir...

Travis: Gentlemen... Doctor?

Doctor: It's as simple as this, gentlemen. I had thirty-two cases of mild dysentery this morning. I tested the salt pork barrel - the ration we issued from: it's tainted. So is every other barrel in the warehouse.

Travis: Sergeant?

Sergeant: Barring the pork, I figure' we have three or four days' full rations to serve to the garrison.

Travis: You see the dilemma, gentlemen. We're almost out of food. However, Santa Anna does not suffer under the same handicap. Therefore, our course is obvious. If you'll follow me...

(At night. Santa Anna's camp. Mexican music & dance: "Vuelve el Gitano, vuelve..." "¡Olé!")

Beekeeper, walkin' in the river: I can think of more comfortable places to watch that show from.

Bowie, whispering: Quiet!

(The Alamo)

Travis: Dick!

Dickinson: Yes, sir.

Travis: It's a half-hour to daybreak. Have your men stand to horse.

Dickinson: Yes, Sir.

(Mexican side. Sentries on a bridge are killed. Cattle are mooing. Music: Raid for cattle)

Crockett: The night herders. Two to each one of'em. Don't miss... they'll be a lot of hungry kids. Get'em!

Bowie: Smitty!... (To one of his men: Grab a horse off that picket line for Smitty. Get a good one.

Smitty: Colonel Davy... Can I ask you fellas something, face to face?

Crockett: Sure thing, kid.

Smitty: You really sending me because I'm such a good horseman, like you said?

Crockett: As I live and breathe! You are smarter than Beekeeper, and can swim better than the gambler.

Smitty: It ain't because you don't think I'd be worth my salt when the fighting starts?

Bowie: 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.

Crockett: You see?

Smitty: Gee!

Crockett: Get on this horse. Now, there's nothing out there kid, but dark.

Bowie: Good luck, Smitty. (The boy gallops away.) It'll take him quite a few days to get to Houston.

Crockett: So I figured...

Thimblerig: South side's all taken care of.

Crockett: Get a horse.

Bowie: Now, all we can do is wait.

Crockett: That's the hardest part.

Bowie: It sure is.

(The Alamo)

Dickinson, softly: Column halt!

Travis: Carry on, Dick, and good luck.

Dickinson: Thank you, Will.

Finn: Best of luck, Dickinson.

Dickinson, softly: Forward. Yo!

(Daybreak)

Crockett: If they don't shoot pretty quick, we've got to go anyway.

(Gunfire. Shouting in Spanish.)

Crockett: Let's take'em! (Cattle is driven through Bexar to the fort)

Finn: Hold your fire! Hold your fire! Pick your targets... Fire! Fire at will!

Travis: Second rank... Fire! Fall back. Fire! Fall back. Fire Fall back. (Cattle enters the fort) Second rank... Fire! Fall back. Third rank... Ready? Fire! Cease fire! (Staying out last, he shoots down a cavalryman galloping right onto him.)

Close the gate!

Crockett: There's one thing for sure, he's a bearcat for nerve.

Bowie: I'm grateful for that. I'd hate to look at a coward over a dueling' pistol.

Crockett: You're not much for this forgive and forget business, are you, Jim?

Bowie: No.

(Longhorn cattle mill about the compound)

Crockett: Beef for supper!

Bowie: Yes, sir.

(Before a barbecue)

Bull: Hog never rightly could pass for meat - but beef!...

(Pete burns his hands in reaching for a rib.)

Bowie: Davy! Santa Anna! The big he-bull himself!

Crockett: Let's go!

Travis: Ladies to cover! Men to your posts!... Captain Dickinson!

Dickinson: Yes, sir.

Travis: Order all men fed in relays. Full issue of ammunition.

Dickinson: Yes, sir.

"It do": That's the best-dressed army I ever saw.

Bull: Fancy clothes don't make a fightin' man.

Bob: They're just off two years puttin' down revolts. They're fighting' men.

(Outside the south gate, a Mexican patrol stops)

Teniente Rodriguez, reading: "Generalìssimo 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 apologizes and be informed his forces can never attack a position without the enemy being given the opportunity to evacuate women and children. [Music: Degüello] 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 López de Santa Anna, ruler of Mexico." Your answer?

Travis: My compliments to the general for his gallantry. We will evacuate our noncombatants.

(Mexicans gallop away.)

Travis: Single men will remain at their posts! Married men will arrange transport for their families!

(Dickinsons' door-step - Music: Green Leaves of Summer.)

Travis: Sue, you'd better hurry.

Dickinson: She won't go.

Susannah: Save your breath, Will - your ever so persuasive breath.

Dickinson, to Travis: Alright, say it: it's a sorry man that can't make his wife obey.

Travis: You seem to forget, Dick, that I am too married.

[Music: Tennessee Babe.]

Susannah, to her husband: 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. (To Travis: We'll stay.

Travis: Very well, Sue. Dick...

Susannah, to Dick: Don't be angry with me.

Dickinson: I'm not angry. I'm proud.

(Travis joins Crockett & Bowie on the front gate's stairway.)

Travis: Dick, take your patrol.

Dickinson: Yes, sir.

Travis: Married men, return to your posts! Open the gate!

Captain Dickinson!

Dickinson: Escort! Forward! Yo!

[Music: Green leaves of Summer]

Finn, to a woman on a cart: Ma'am, I ain't got no woman to say goodbye to. Could I tell you goodbye?

The woman, handing out her hand: Surely.

Old woman driving the cart: Get up boy! Yah!

Another old woman at the reins of another cart: Jocko, Nell, it's time.

Nell: Go on, Jocko. Do the best you can.

Jocko, looking at his departing blind wife & their children:

I can't... I can't. I just can't do it, fellas.

Travis: 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.

Bowie: Get in that line, Jocko, and move out with your people.

Jocko: 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...

Nell, coming behind him: Will Travis! Just who do you think you are?

Travis: Mrs. Robertson, I can assure you that no blame will attach itself to your husband.

Bowie: Get moving, Jocko, or I'll help you along with the toe of my boot.

Nell: 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, and maybe more! In spite of he ain't rich like you, Jim, or fancy educated like you, Will Travis. Now, Jocko, you get back up on that wall, 'cause you're just as good as any man that ever trod leather, and it's your right! And I can't see, but I'm just as good as any woman in Texas, and it's my right to go and leave you. Now we've cuddled nice and... said all our goodbyes but... I'll say it again. We'd be fools not to face it: you're likely to go and get yourself killed in this battle and... I don't know what you're going to say going through the gates of heaven, but I'm gonna say that no woman ever lived had herself a better husband than you've been to me. Now go on!

(All the cart depart. Spontaneous triple cheer. Music: Green Leaves of Summer, accordion & guitar. Dickenson escorts them to the Mexican lines and returns.)

Travis: Captain Dickinson.

Dickinson: Yes, sir.

Travis: Have the doctor set up the hospital in the chapel. You will personally take charge of battery number four.

Dickenson: Yes, sir.

(Mexican lines. Officers shout orders: "¡Clarines!¡Suenen al ataque!¡Adalante!")

Crockett, at South-east palisade: Hold your fire... Hold your fire... Take'em! (On the front gate, to Bowie: Straight frontal attack'.

Bowie: We need more men up here! I'll get some strength from Dickinson... North wall! Hurry it up!

(South wall - Parson is blown off a rooftop by incoming artillery.)

Bowie, to Bull & Beekeeper trying to help Parson out of the stones: Who?

Beekeeper: It's the parson.

(Bull takes Parson in his arms; Bowie, wounded in the leg, leans on Beekeeper)

Mexican officer: ¡Clarines! ¡Suenen al retiro!

Crockett: Hold your fire!

Finn: Hold your fire! They're retirin'!

Crockett, to Thimblerig: See did any of our boys get hurt? I'll be below getting washed on the outside and wet down inside.

Beekeeper: Davy, it's the parson.

Dickinson: We've been lucky today.

Travis: Check for damage. Officers' call in ten minutes.

(Nave of the chapel, turned into operating room. Susannah brings a bucket of water)

Doctor: Bring on another. (He throws the water on the table)

(South transept)

The parson: Boys... Davy...

Crockett: Laying here to get out of your share of the work, are you, old man?

Parson: I'm glad you' come, Davy. I wanted to thank you. From the bottom of my heart, I wanted to thank you.

Crockett: Thank me?

Parson: Davy, I've seen the world because of you.[Music: Green Leaves of Summer.] Seventy years, I lived in a small settlement, and then you brung me here to see a far country. I always wanted to travel, Davy, but I had to stay home. There was always a child to raise, and it was like a divine gift when you said: "Come along if you want to, old man, but don't do any praying with me." That's what you said, Davy. Remember?

Crockett: I remember.

Parson: That's all, Davy. I wanted you to know I was grateful. (He dies as music ends. Tennesseans stand up.)

Crockett, taking off his cap & looking at the sky: We haven't had many conversation, Sir. Only time I've ever called on you is... when I wanted something - when I was in a tight, like a little boy hollering for his Pa. And now, I want something again. I brought these men down here, without asking them did they want a piece of this war. It's a failing of mine - deciding for others. So if you can find it clear to let these men live through this battle, I'll be forever thankful. But if your stick don't float that way, please to remember, Sir, these are good men, all!

[Music: Green Leaves of Summer]

(Outside the fort, Mexican women cry over their dead.)

Wounded soldiers: ¡Agua!

(On the ramparts)

Bob: Sure killed many a brave men today.

Thimblerig: It's funny, I was proud of'em. Even while I was killin'em, I was proud of'em. Speaks well for men that so many ain't afraid to die 'cause they think right's on their side. Speaks well.

(Dickinsons' veranda.)

Travis: Post this area, Lightfoot.

Lightfoot: Beg pardon sir, it's already done.

Travis: Alright, sergeant. (To Dickinson Report.

Dickinson: Fifty casualties: twenty-eight dead, twenty-two wounded. Morale: high.

Bowie, while Doctor ties a rifle to his leg: Our morale ain't gonna help us much if Fannin don't get here, and quick. Ow! Doc!

Doctor: Quit squawking. You ought to be laying on your back. You'll never walk.

Crockett: Santa Anna didn't have much respect for us, today, and he got burned.

Bowie: And now he's gonna be comin' at us with a battle plan from all four sides. We already been cut down by a third. Just how long do you think we can hold out?

Travis: Santa Anna won't attack again today. He'll clear the field of all the dead and wounded. We know that Fannin will be here by tomorrow, even without a forced march. With his five-hundred men, we can hold this fort for at least a month.

Bowie: Five hundred? I thought it was a thousand?

Travis: Five hundred.

Man: Bonham's approaching, sir.

Travis: Good. Fannin should be close behind.

Bonham dismounts, approaches, takes a ladle of water.

Travis: Well?

Bonham: Colonel Fannin isn't comin'. His men were ambushed. Murdered! (He throws the ladle away.) There won't be any help.

Travis: Have all volunteers assembled in the compound.

Bowie, to Crockett: Well, that's it. I'm taking my men out, cut through to the north. You coming?

Crockett: Seems like the better part of valor.

Travis, in the courtyard by the south gate: Men... Jim Bonham has brought news as sad as death. Colonel Fannin has been ambushed. We can expect no help. I stay here with my command. But any of you who wish to, may leave with all honor. Failing reinforcements, the Alamo cannot hold. But do not go with heads hung low. No man could criticize your behavior. Here on these ramparts, you've bought a priceless ten days of time for Houston. You have bled the enemy army. You are brave and noble soldiers. Open the gate! May God bless you.

(Music: Ballad coda]

Bowie starts to the gate - considers, then turns the reins to his left, steps down his horse and limps silently to Travis, followed by Jethro [Silence], then all of his men. Crockett awaits for his Tennesseans decision. Beekeeper dismounts first, then the Gambler.

[Music: Tennesseans theme.] Crockett is the last to join Travis, & all the men behind the three leaders seem to stare into the future at the coming battle.)

Travis: Close the gate!

(Smitty rides across a river into Houston's camp)

Sentry: Hold up there, bub! You gettin' into dangerous territory. Where you heading?

Smitty: I'm looking for General Sam Houston. Got a message for him.

Sentry 2: Well, you've come to the right place. Corporal of the guard! Post number three!

Corporal: What is it?

Sentry 1: He wants to see General Sam.

Corporal: Come on, bub. (Houston headquarters. To Neill: The lad has a message for the General.

Smitty: Yes, sir.

Neill: Well, you'd better get down, son. And get yourself some frijole beans and a little sleep.

Smitty: No, sir. I've gotta get back to the Alamo! (He gallops away.)

Houston, having read the dispatch: Yesterday, I read you Colonel Fannin's message telling us he cannot reach the Alamo in time. Today, I have this!... (he crumples the paper) from the Alamo. They are surrounded. And we can't help them. Now, tomorrow, when your recruits start to whine and bellyache, [Music: Ballad coda.] you tell them... that a hundred and eighty-five of their friends... neighbors... fellow Texicans, are hold up in a crumbling adobe church down on the Rio Bravo, buying them this precious time. I hope they remember. I hope Texas remembers...

[Music: Green Leaves of Summer]

(The Alamo - Travis & "Happy Sam", his little black servant, help Dick & Sue moving to the sacristy.) Choirs in the background:

A time to be reapin', a time to be sowin'
The green leaves of summer are callin' me home
It was good to be young then, in the season of plenty When the catfish were jumping as high as the sky...

(In the sacristy. Dickinson puts Lisa to bed. In the nave Travis, to Susannah: It may not be as comfortable, but it's safer in here. (As she looks at the doctor asleep on his operating table He's had a hard day.

(A time to be laughin', a time to be livin'...)
Susannah: Will, I'm sorry.

Travis: What for?

Susannah: I guess I've said some pretty rude things to you... at least, I thought'em.

(A time to be courtin' a girl of your own...)

Travis: You're a wonderful woman, Sue. Forget it... (T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth ...) Dick, stay here as long as you can. 'Probably won't need you till morning.

(...And to stand by your wife at the moment of birth.)

Susannah, to Dick: I've only added to your worries, haven't I? I know I must be very selfish but... I couldn't think of facing the world without you. (She falls in his arms.)

(Sam, a paper crown from Lisa's birthday on his head, puts a paper hat on her bed.)

A time to be reaping', a time to be sowing',
The green leaves of summer are 'calling' me home
['T'was so good to be young then, with the sweet smell of apples
And the owl in the pine-tree, a-winkin' his eye...
A time just for planting', a time to be ploughing',
A time just for livin', a place for to die,]
'T'was so good to be young then, to be close to the earth,
Now the green leaves of summer are calling' me home...

(Up on West wall)

Thimblerig: What are you thinking, Davy?

Crockett: I'm not thinking'. Just remembering'.

(Below, around a campfire.)

Beekeeper: Well, I sure done a heap of things I shouldnv' done. Seemed urgent at the moment... Got myself a heap of sins to answer for. Wish it weren't that biga... I reckon old Saint Pete's gonna come and slam them Pearly Gates right smack-dab in my face.

Atheist: There ain't no Pearly Gates. When you're dead, you're meat for the worms, that's all there is to it.

Beekeeper: You mean you don't believe in no afterlife, no hereafter?...

Atheist: Tales for children. Bunkum and bosh!

Fanatic, standing up & brandishing a stick: 'Man could get himself tarred and feathered for sayin' that back where I come from! I'll have you to know that I'm a fully immersed member of the first church of King's Crossing. Don't come on beein' King's creek cause the Jordan wasn' nearby. And I believe in hell firing brimstone and the Pearly Gates and the cloud and harp for them has lived good, and Hell and Purgatory for them that ain't, and I can whip the man that says there ain't no hereafter!

Bob: Friend, I think you said about enough, because this here's a high-class discussion... if discussion means what I think it do?

"It do": It do.

Bull: Yeah, it do.

Bob: And I think you'd better sit down, cause there ain't gonna be no fighting - just discussing.]

Jocko: I say this: I believe. I can never find a way to argue down you that don't believe, but I believe in the Lord God Almighty, all knowing and all forgiving. [Music.] And I believe that Good shall be triumphant in the end and that evil shall be vanquished. I believe in a hereafter.

Bob: Me, too. I figure a man's got to believe in those things, does he want to believe in the good things about man - about his very own self - [Green Leaves...] the real good things, like courage and honesty... and love.

(Travis is listening thoughtfully to that "rabble".)

Bowie, writing outside his quarters: Jethro!

Jethro: Yes, sir.

Bowie: This is something' I promised Mrs. Bowie. 'Know what it is?

Jethro: No, sir.

Bowie: That's your freedom. You're a free man, Jeth.

Jethro: Thank you, sir.

Bowie: You'd better get your belongings together and get on over the wall tonight. It's gonna be more than a little rough around here. [Music: Degüello.] Good luck, Jeth.

(They shake-hands)

Jethro: Thank you, sir. Colonel Bowie, you say I'm a free man?

Bowie: That's right.

Jethro: Well, if I'm free, then I got a right to decide what I'm gonna do - seems to me that's what you men are fighting' for. So, I... reckon I'll... I'll stay.

(Dawn. All the defenders are in battle position. Drum's are heard outside.)

Sentry: Look!

(Mexican troops en masse. Drums rolling continues. As Santa Anna appears on his horse, Degüello starts.)

Travis: Gentlemen, good luck. Get to your battle stations.

(Santa Anna rides to a hill, west of the compound. Drum rolling stops. Complete silence, except for the flags snapping in the wind.)

Bob: What's that?... It's sure aloud.

(Santa Anna lifts his hand. First cannon shots. Music: Final assault)

Mexican officers: ¡Ala Carga!... ¡Ala Carga!... ¡Adelante!... ¡Adelante!... ¡Fuego!

(Fort is being attacked from all four sides with overwhelming numbers. Mexican artillery pounds the walls and buildings.)

At south-east palisade, Bowie is wounded.)

Crockett: Get Bowie out of here! Get him into the chapel!

Man: Yes, sir.

Bowie: I'm alright.

Man, carrying Bowie: Hold still, Colonel Bowie.

Bowie: I said I'm alright!

Man: Colonel Crockett says...

Bowie: Don't start that again!

(Cannonballs smash the long barracks. Thimblerig and others fall from the roof , where he lays dead.

(North wall - Lieutenant Finn falls from the rampart, a saber in the belly and a Mexican under each arm.)

Travis, at north-west corner when his cannon is destroyed by a Mexican cannonball: Battery number three! Come on!

Dickinson, to a wounded man: Get to the infirmary!

(Men push and pull a cannon up the ramp just before the North wall is suddenly breached by cannon fire. Mexican infantry pours through. Travis unsheathes his saber and goes at the Mexicans, killing several of them. When he gets shot in the side of his stomach, he breaks his saber on his knee & throws it at the Mexicans before he dies.

Dickinson clutches his chest and falls over the parapet where he hangs dangling.)

(South-east, Tennesseans" palisade. A man, collapsed on a cannon: Crockett! Crockett!... North wall...

Crockett: Half of you men. Throw up a barricade here! Throw up a barricade! (To Beekeeper) You stay up on that wall!

(Center of the courtyard - Lieutenant Bonham fires his pistol to a horseman and swings his saber at another, then he's tramped by the cavalry and lays on the ground, a saber in the chest.

Crockett gets on the flagpole mound & knocks over a charging horse. )

(Beekeeper, fighting on the parapet at the front gate with the butt of his rifle, gets a saber in his back.

Bob falls near "It do", who sits wounded against a wall.)

Bob: Do this mean what I think it do?

"It do": It do.

(Bob dies, and bayonets approach "It do", a defiant look on his face.

Beekeeper falls near the bell.

Tennesseans' barricade is overwhelmed. Bull is lanced near the chapel.

Crockett runs to the chapel, a torch with him. He smashes his rifle into a soldier, swings the torch at another, but a lancer stabs him against the door. He knocks the lance out with his left hand, enters the "magazine" & throws his torch on gunpowder barrels. The baptistery, then the whole south side of the church blows up.)

(North side of the chapel. Mexicans enter the sacristy trough a breach in the east wall.

Bowie's in his bed. Jethro shoots a Mexican. Bowie's multibarrel gun shoots down six all together, then he gets two pistols and shoots again.

As Mexicans are going to kill Bowie, Jethro jumps across him and is pierced instead. Then Bowie gets his knife and slashes a Mexican's
throat before he is killed by their bayonets.

Doctor Sutherland is bayoneted while firing his pistol.

Lieutenant Rodriguez & soldiers discover Susannah, Lisa and Sam under a blanket.

(Mexican flags float over the Alamo.)

Over a hill, Smitty comes back, only to discover that he battle is over. Music: Degüello.)

(The chapel yard. Lieutenant Rodriguez looks at Lady Dickinson holding Lisa in her arms while Sam puts a blanket on a donkey's back, as a Bexareño holds the reins. Music: Tennessee Babe, choral version.)

Tennessee babe with a sweet-soundin' name
Dear little rose of the South

You are so sweet that the neighbors all claim...

Susannah, having put Lisa on the donkey, to the Bexareño: Muchissimas Gracias.

The man: Por nada.

...Sugar won't melt in your mouth.

Lisa: Where's Daddy, Mommy?

(Susannah stars to walk aside her daughter, Sam holding the reins.)

O Lisa, sweet Lisa

Just look at the way you have grown...

(They exit the compound through what's left of West wall. Jocko's body is laying on the ruins.)

O Lisa, dear Lisa,

O Lisa my baby, my darling my own...

(Santa Anna is there on his white horse. Mexican Soldiers & women are standing around as they pass.)

Tennessee babe save your dimples for me
Don't let a one get away
O Lisa my darling, 'though you're only three
You'll be a grand lady some day...

(A Mexican woman signs herself.)

Santa Anna, lifting his hand: ¡ Corneta!

(Bugles call; men raise their arms as Sue continues her walk.)

O Lisa, dear Lisa,
You'll be a grand lady some day.

(Approaching Santa Anna, Susannah stops to give a angry look at him, before passing by)

[Music: Ballad of the Alamo:]

Let the old men tell the story, let the legend grow and grow...

(Santa Anna removes his hat and holds it out as Susannah passes, then looks at her going away.)

Of the thirteen days of glory at the siege of Alamo.

(On the hill, Smitty takes off his cap.)

Lift the tattered banners proudly, while the eyes of Texans shine
Let the fort that was a mission be an everlasting shrine
Once they fought to give us freedom, that is all you need to know
Of the thirteen days of glory at the siege of Alamo.

(Susannah joins Smitty atop the hill, he tries to help her with her bundle & and they merge with the sky holding hands.)

[Ballad coda:]
Now the bugles are silent
And there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers
Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord...
Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord!

(Last shot of the chapel against the setting sun.)

THE END
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Re: The Script

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CHRIS to NED: That looks kind of heavy. Do you need some help?
NED: (Without missing a beat) I can swing it!
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Re: The Script

Postby Fargo Fenwyck on Thu Sep 19, 2013 7:20 pm

He's mighty willin'.
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David Crockett Question

Postby whiterabbitt83 on Thu Apr 21, 2016 3:09 pm

AlamoJohnUK wrote:Crockett: Let's wet our whistles. Words are dusty.

Travis: I don't drink.

Crockett: Not ever?

Travis: No.

Crockett: I've heard of such... Well, spread your wampum, Travis.

Travis: My title is Colonel.

Crockett: Me I'm a Colonel too. Wouldn't it sound kinda silly, the two of us chattering Colonel, Colonel, Colonel, like a couple of marcel 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.

Travis: Very well, Crockett. I'd like your permission to make a speech to your men.

1- when did davy Fight in the Choctaw Indian war,
i thought he fought in the creek Indian war
2- who was General Flatford ?
3-what are Marsh Shield Birds
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Re: David Crockett Question

Postby RLC-GTT on Thu Apr 21, 2016 9:04 pm

whiterabbitt83 wrote:1- when did davy Fight in the Choctaw Indian war...

He didn't.
whiterabbitt83 wrote:i thought he fought in the creek Indian war

He did.
whiterabbitt83 wrote:2- who was General Flatford ?

He wasn't.
whiterabbitt83 wrote:3-what are Marsh Shield Birds

Don't know. That is the only place I ever heard of them.
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