[percussive music]
Your orders were not to engage.
Your insubordination could have cost us dearly.
(man) Troops are accounted for.
Your Excellency, we should attack now.
(Smith) We take that bridge,
you won't have to worry about Santa Anna's reinforcements.
[fuse hissing]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[horse neighs]
[gunshot, explosion]
(Houston) Today, we are one.
We give Texas our allegiance.
We give Texas our lives.
Fire cannon.
[cannon booms]
[horses neighing]
(Colby Pitt) Surrender, Mexican,
or I'll kill you deader than last Tuesday.
Hands up.
♪ ♪
(man) We captured Santa Anna!
El Presidente, General, I cannot express
how glad I am to meet you.
(Baker) Death by firing squad!
[all shouting]
[gunshot]
[gasps and whimpers]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
Subtitle sync and corrections by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.
(woman) Hey, darlin'.
[ragtime piano music playing]
♪ ♪
_
You want to come up?
- I'm about to. - Uh-huh.
[knocks on glass]
Sam?
Sam, you in there?
Sam, you here?
[retching sounds]
Got somebody come a long way to see you.
Morning, Sam.
Tom.
Every shoeless shepherd,
every farm boy dreaming on a haystack,
even every clerk with slicked back hair finds love,
except me.
Well, if it's love you're looking for, Sam,
this is hardly the place to find it.
What I find here is consolation.
Doc, I left a bottle of whiskey under the bed.
Would you be good enough to fetch it for me?
[groaning]
Mr. Secretary, I'm going to need a hand here.
All righty.
[woman groans]
Say hello to Miss Julie.
- Hi, Miss Julie. - How do?
Tell Mrs. Kenworth
to send up some breakfast for General Houston.
You understand me, Julie?
And no more whiskey.
Well, now that you're in the recreational phase
of your recovery,
perhaps you can attend to the business of Texas.
The business of Texas, Tom?
The battle is won.
The New Orlean Greys
have taken Santa Anna to Orozimbo Plantation.
They're holding him prisoner.
They want to start a war and take Mexico.
We don't want another war, now, do we?
What we do want is a formal peace treaty with Mexico.
That's what we need.
Your enemies are conspiring against you as we speak.
Burnet?
Among others.
The man's as sharp as a butter knife.
Sam, Texas is in a state of chaos,
and you're the only man who can fix it.
We're going to lose everything we fought for if you don't.
I have already lost everything.
(Rusk) [laughs] Is that so?
You won Texas, and I suggest you
finish up your little party here and come with us,
and we'll get back home and fix Texas before it's too late.
That cause is the province of politicians,
and I am merely a military commander.
[laughs]
Good night, Tom.
Good night, Doc.
Good night, Miss Julie.
(Lamar) What if Houston returns in time for elections?
(Burnet) Damn it.
The man retreats to victory
and then transmogrifies himself
by grog house gaggle
into a hero...
a hero that'll sweep his ass right into this office.
That's President Jackson.
He and Houston want to annex our Texas.
Always been his plan to suck Texas up in the states.
We'll publicize the fact
that the... the big drunk,
he abandoned his post
with a wound that didn't prevent him
from whoring and boozing
while Texas wallows in hunger and chaos.
Expose his unholy affinity for savages.
(Baker) Yes, he's the greatest curse
that Providence in all its wrath has sent to our country.
Sullied the reputation of countless women,
abandoned two wives.
If the people truly knew him as we do...
But they do.
They don't care.
No, the more men of integrity and reason
that loathe Sam Houston,
the more our drunken public loves the bastard.
Papa. It's the murderer.
Get over here. Andale. Andale.
Come on.
(man) Get him inside with Marcus.
(Lorca) Seen a woman,
lost her family to the Comanches?
You know her?
Mrs. Pauline Wykoff,
most likely.
Where might she be?
Follow that road yonder about six miles.
What business do you have with her?
What business is that of yours?
I want no trouble here.
Well, then we want the same thing.
I know who you are.
Well, then you know to leave me be.
Nueces, stay back.
Yah.
[acoustic guitar music playing]
_
[men laughing]
♪ ♪
[speaking Spanish]
♪ ♪
[man speaking Spanish]
♪ ♪
[men speaking Spanish]
[men laughing]
[coughs]
Hey, what if we storm the place from all sides...
surprise them?
Yeah.
I couldn't sneak up on a dead mule.
I best stay here.
Let them keep drinking.
Here's something that might work.
All right.
[men speaking Spanish]
Go.
[voices overlapping]
[grunts]
[gentle instrumental music]
♪ ♪
Siguenme, rapido!
♪ ♪
Necesito UN baño.
[grunts]
[dramatic acoustic guitar music]
♪ ♪
[speaking Spanish]
♪ ♪
[dramatic instrumental music]
♪ ♪
[laughter]
[men speaking Spanish]
♪ ♪
[coughing]
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
♪ ♪
[groans]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[strained groan]
[spits]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[gasps]
Hey, boss!
♪ ♪
Deaf!
[spits]
♪ ♪
Did you think they forgot about you?
♪ ♪
Burn it.
♪ ♪
[West coughing]
[horse whinnies]
♪ ♪
Portilla's coming! We got to get!
♪ ♪
Whoo!
We did it.
[yells in Spanish]
[gunshot]
[horse neighing]
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
- Let's go. - I got him.
♪ ♪
Yah.
♪ ♪
Whoa.
♪ ♪
Yah! Yah!
♪ ♪
[grunting]
Muevense!
[gentle instrumental music]
♪ ♪
(man) Deaf, Colby!
[grunting]
(Colby Pitt) I wanted to do something good.
[sighs]
Well, boy, you's done better than good.
You's the one that caught Santa Anna himself.
Yep.
That made my sis proud.
Yeah, it did.
[somber acoustic guitar music]
♪ ♪
[voices overlapping]
[murmuring indistinctly]
Colby.
[sobbing]
(Smith) This here is Miss Emily West.
She's going to need us to look after her for a spell.
There you go, ma'am.
- Papa. - Hey, little one.
[coughs]
She ain't the only one needing caring for.
Y'all are coming to stay with me.
I just need a place to die.
Howdy, y'all.
Me and my partner was wondering,
what do we got to do to join up
with the rangering company?
It's a pretty involved process.
Kind of a secret, actually.
Initiation? Swearing in?
What?
Yep, all of that.
Sacred ritual.
(Anderson) Tell you boys what.
You keep riding with us,
we'll see if you got what it takes.
Buy y'all a drink?
No.
[foreboding percussive music]
♪ ♪
(man) Miss Pauline! Miss Pauline!
Miss Pauline!
[wheezing]
♪ ♪
What brings you here, mister?
I'm corrupted by war,
unrecognizable to myself,
an ugly man.
She asked you a question.
I feel kinship with you.
You calling me ugly?
No, ma'am.
You're most beautiful.
Now I know you're lying.
In your suffering...
I see love.
In mine...
hatred.
Your pain...
It draws light into the world.
My pain...
Repels it.
Pretty words.
You ain't come calling, have you?
Because I ain't ready for that.
No, ma'am.
The only thing I have to offer is my own dismay
and an ugly, ugly, ugly history
that's beyond redemption.
You would allow me some solace...
[jingling]
If you would accept this.
[jingling thud]
Where did you get it?
What matters now is that it can't be returned,
and I can't touch it.
No, ma'am.
It must be used for good.
Hence, it's yours.
Hope it lightens your burden.
What's your name?
[sobbing]
Tom Mitchell.
Well, Mr. Mitchell,
I got a pot of ham and beans on the coals.
You're gonna have to clean up proper.
Yes.
Nate, fetch me my shears.
[Nate speaks indistinctly]
Gracias.
Al agua.
You don't have nothing we haven't seen before.
Andale. Andale.
(Pauline Wykoff) Come on.
(Lorca) I am much obliged, Mrs. Wykoff, ladies.
It was a mighty fine supper.
It's too late to travel, Mr. Mitchell.
You can sleep in the barn.
Thank you, ma'am.
They may have cleaned you up...
(Lupe) Deaf, he's our guest.
I know you.
[ominous musical flourish]
Deaf, we don't treat people like that in this house.
♪ ♪
He ain't people.
I know who you are.
He ain't wrong.
I'm grateful for everything you've done.
Mr. Mitchell, sit.
Whatever happened in the war don't matter now.
We're all starting over.
[coughs]
[chair leg squeaks]
Thank you.
[dog barking]
Rah! Rah!
- General's back. - General's back.
(man) Welcome back, General.
(Houston) Men, celebrations can wait.
I want the prisoners released.
God damn, what is the meaning of this?
(man) The Greys say they're following President Burnet's orders.
(Houston) Burnet can stick his hat up his ass
and wait for the blowback.
It might clear the fog in his thinking.
You heard your general. Open up.
Please accept my apologies, Señor Presidente.
Have them prepare a hot bath,
a warm meal,
and whatever medical care
his Excellency may require
in preparation of his journey.
[solemn orchestral music]
What journey?
I have arranged an invitation
for you to visit Washington.
Washington?
♪ ♪
Andrew Jackson.
[chuckles]
You are truly a man of your word.
♪ ♪
Come, Almonte.
Let's see where the road leads us.
John Coffee Hays, General Houston.
Late of Tennessee.
This is my associate, Bigfoot Wallace.
Sir.
I knew your father well.
My sympathies for your loss.
Flores and Anderson tell me you helped rescue Miss West.
Well done.
Your father would have been proud.
- Karnes. - Sir.
I'm going to St. Augustine with Secretary Rusk.
I want you and the Rangers to deliver El Presidente
to General Gaines at the border.
I'll meet up with you after.
(Karnes) Boys, get some grub inside you.
We've got a new mission.
We're taking Santa Anna to the U.S. border.
[grunting]
It's warm.
[panting]
Here.
Mrs. Wykoff.
I have some business with you today.
And I with you.
Payment in full.
I'll have that deed.
[chuckles]
10% was due August 1st.
It is now September.
I have foreclosed.
We planted late 'cause of the war,
just like everybody else.
The war has no bearing on the terms.
By law, you must vacate immediately.
I can pay in full.
[coins clattering]
I undersold.
I am housing a sick ranger.
You should have thought of that
before you insulted me at my place of business.
Your land is now forfeit,
as well as the collateral with it.
Collateral? What collateral?
Your slave.
Recollect your husband had no cash to put down.
You can't have Nate.
He's free.
I done freed him.
Ah.
Weren't the case when your husband
assigned him to me.
My husband, Deaf Smith, is a ranger and...
Your husband is a lunger!
[coughs]
A goner.
He ain't gonna do shit.
What about this one?
- What about her? - I'm no slave.
But I'll work for you.
Emily.
The money and my employ for one year,
and then the debt is clear.
Indentured servitude.
Two years with a contract,
all legal like.
I hold the deed until she completes her service.
[foreboding orchestral music]
♪ ♪
I am constantly amazed by the depths of the human heart.
[laughs]
♪ ♪
Get on.
[singing indistinctly]
♪ ♪
Huh!
[singing indistinctly]
♪ ♪
[chickens clucking]
Sir.
Sir, sir, they took her.
They done took her.
They done took her. They took her.
[voice fades]
[melancholy orchestral music]
♪ ♪
[fire crackling and wind whistling]
May I?
My daughter's.
She and my boy and my wife...
They were slaughtered right before my eyes.
I answered with a storm of fire and blood.
I became death.
Buckley deserves killing like few other men, ma'am.
Romans 12:19.
"Beloved, never avenge yourselves,
"but leave it to the wrath of God.
For it is written"...
"'Vengeance is mine, ' saith the Lord."
Amen.
There are other ways to help Emily.
And you, sir, are more than welcome here.
You have any idea
what a man must endure
who lives such a life?
No, you cannot.
No man can...
unless he lives it himself.
I want to pay for my sins,
and I will.
[melancholy guitar music]
But until Judgment Day...
♪ ♪
I will not harm another living soul.
♪ ♪
I'll watch over Emily.
[melancholy orchestral music]
♪ ♪
[sobbing]
♪ ♪
Miss Pauline, have I done you wrong?
Goodness gracious, no.
Then why'd you free me?
Where I gonna go?
Where I go to, Miss Pauline?
You can stay with me, like always.
All right.
You're still my slave,
but it's our little secret.
Oh, thank you, Miss Pauline.
(Karnes) Clear the road, boys.
President Jackson's waiting.
Been thinking it's high time to find me a nice, plump woman,
and I mean real plump.
I'm 25 years old.
I got to...
Comanches.
[gunshots]
(man) Take cover!
[Comanches screaming]
[dramatic music]
Watch out!
♪ ♪
Gator, no!
♪ ♪
[screams]
[voices overlapping]
♪ ♪
Stop!
- Portilla, stop. - We need to parlay.
Cease fire.
I don't need anyone to rescue me.
I'm going to the White House.
Get out, all of you.
Go!
Now.
Muy bien, su excelencia.
Come usted dice.
Vamanos.
[somber music]
[Anderson whimpering]
[Anderson screaming]
[groans]
♪ ♪
[screams]
That's his son.
♪ ♪
[Anderson screams]
♪ ♪
[speaking foreign language]
[shouting in foreign language]
- He's gone. - It's Beans.
He said it'd be Comanches.
[sobbing]
[sings in foreign language]
Help me with him.
[shouting in foreign language]
[foreboding music]
[yells]
_
[screams]
♪ ♪
Ah!
(man) What's Beans' real name?
(man) It's Lloyd or Leonard.
(man) Heard somebody say it once.
(Karnes) Name was George or Josiah or Jeremiah.
(man) No, no, no, Maurice or Bene... Benedict?
I hate to say it, gentlemen,
but it must've been something prissy, right?
Because... I mean, like, Archibald or Percy or something,
because otherwise, why... why wouldn't he use his own name?
(Wallace) A man needs his Christian name on his grave marker.
- Yeah. - Yes, he does.
Yes, sir.
Well, he'll always be Beans to me.
- Beans it is. - Beans, Beans.
- Yeah, Beans. - Beans.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[voices overlapping]
[distant cheerful music playing]
♪ ♪
[music grows louder]
♪ ♪
(man) No, no, no, no, no.
[chuckles] Mm-hmm.
[raucous laughter]
[tsk-tsking]
Such a waste.
You won't lie on your back rather than break it.
It's not like spreading your legs
is a trade unknown to you.
I have informed Clarence to spare you the whip.
Not one scar.
You'll break soon enough.
(Buckley) Men'll line up out the door
to bed the mistress of Santa Anna.
I'm looking for work.
I can keep books.
I used to clerk.
I'm willing to do almost anything.
You look familiar.
Do I know you?
No, I don't recollect.
The name's Tom Mitchell.
I need some help with these big doings today.
I suppose I could trust you tending bar.
You short me so much as a nickel,
and I'll hack off your hand.
[whistles]
Inside.
You do not at any time lighten her burden.
Understood?
Vamos.
Here we are.
There it is. There.
You, in the kitchen.
Shoo, shoo.
In the kitchen.
Santa Anna's whore
doesn't eat with decent folk.
(man) Whoo! It's the Rangers!
[cheers and applause]
(Houston) God bless you all, and God bless Texas.
God bless Texas.
[cheers and applause]
- God bless Texas! - Welcome, Mr. Houston!
Hey, Vern, thought you'd be in Paris by now.
Just saying my bon voyages.
(man) Yes, sir!
(man) Gonna be a place in heaven for you, boys.
[cheers and applause]
We just can't turn our backs soon enough on this place.
Few more supplies, and we'll vamoose.
(Acklin) Rebecca.
Kit.
Guess it's now or never.
Got this metal off a dead Mexican
who tried to gut me.
Melted it down to this.
Kit.
I was hoping I wasn't gonna see you.
And what am I supposed to do?
When I came to after San Jacinto,
it was your face I'd seen first.
Right then, I knew.
I love you, Rebecca,
and I know you love me.
If my word's good for anything,
I got to get on this wagon.
The hell you do.
You know, I'm sorry for that fella.
I am.
But there ain't no denying
that you and I were meant to be together.
Oh, Kit.
Who the hell is this?
This is Kit.
He fished me and Colby out of the river
after we separated from you.
Well, I'm obliged to you, certainly,
but you got any further business with my fiancée?
Gavin, I...
With due regard, mister, I love this woman.
She loves me.
And I'll take one hell of an ass whooping,
won't lift a hand.
But she ain't getting on this wagon.
Is that true?
You love him?
I do.
With all my heart.
[bell chimes]
Well, no point in taking up with a woman
whose heart belongs to another.
Gavin, I never meant to hurt you.
I'd be lying if I said you didn't.
I made her father a promise.
"Take good care of her."
Requiring the same from you.
Iffen you don't, I'll come back.
I'll settle up with you.
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
Yah!
♪ ♪
(Rebecca) Whoo!
(woman) You need to stack these up here.
[voices overlapping]
(woman) Come on in.
[voices overlapping]
[tender music]
♪ ♪
25 and 26... [murmuring]
Excuse me.
- Empresario Buckley. - Excuse me.
You son of a bitch.
(Houston) You were ordered by Texas to burn this town.
Failure to comply, that's treason.
(Buckley) I'll answer to that in court!
(Houston) You are in court, sir... a military tribunal.
You have been convicted.
You remember how this goes.
Not a lot of ply between catching and hanging.
What do you want?
Retribution.
You will give your hotel and saloon to Miss Emily West
in recognition of her heroic sacrifice
in capturing the tyrant Santa Anna
and liberating Texas.
(woman) That's as it should be!
A welcomed gesture.
It's hers.
[applause]
- Oh. - Yeah.
And the Wykoff place.
Yes.
And the deed to the Wykoff place, free and clear,
all monies returned.
- Done. - Whoo!
(man) Yeah, that's right. Whoo!
The age of the empresario ended at San Jacinto.
There's a new law in this land.
Your crimes, sir, will not escape the noose a second time.
Court adjourned.
Men are thirsty after all this fuss, General.
What say you, Mr. Buckley?
Drinks on the house?
Yes, yes.
For the love of all things holy, yes.
[cheers and applause]
(Houston) Strike up the band. Play us a tune.
[lively music playing]
(man) Nicely done, Sam.
♪ ♪
I've seen land along the Colorado
I think would suit us right down to the ground.
Hill country... white, limestone bluffs,
crystal springs.
Buffalo walk up, lick the salt right out of your hand.
My God, you're beautiful.
You've got Texas to worry about.
Me?
I'm gonna make something out of this here hotel.
Sell the hotel, woman.
I'm not letting you go again.
I'm asking you to be my wife.
You can't have me for your wife
and your political career at the same time.
- Says who? - People won't abide it.
People be damned.
We can do as we please.
I've sacrificed enough for Texas.
Haven't you?
[solemn music]
Sam.
♪ ♪
You know, you're... you're destined for great things.
♪ ♪
What are you saying?
I'm always gonna be here for you, forever.
Right here, by your side.
♪ ♪
[lively music playing]
The war secretary himself,
he said, "You never seen such a hero."
- Whoa. - This... this right here?
This is for uncalled valor.
You know what that is, valor?
That means I...
[voice fades]
♪ ♪
Hey, get out.
Get that... hey, look where you're going.
Oh, my Mexican chili sitter
and his lying, swamp rat amigo, how are you?
Why don't you just walk away there, traitor?
Vern loves making trouble.
Vern, hey, that's enough.
Kit, my boy, how are you?
Well, we're all met except the big, fat, Indian man.
Where is he at?
Anderson lost his son.
Drifted away.
Beans was killed too.
♪ ♪
Beans?
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Damn.
♪ ♪
It's a good thing I quit.
♪ ♪
Come to me. Come to me, girl.
Come to me, girl. Come on.
No, you get away from me. No.
Let's dance. Come on, let's dance.
[laughs]
Let go of her.
Unhand my daughter, you drunken son of a bitch.
(woman) Papa.
Gonna want to cock that gun, sawbones.
Go to hell.
[gunshot]
[screams]
Rebecca?
Rebecca!
Becca.
Doc!
Doc.
My darling Becca, she's gone.
[melancholy music]
Becca.
♪ ♪
(man) Y'all hear about that demon named Lorca?
Rode in on a wave of brimstone.
(man) Yeah.
I hear he gutted over 100 Mexicans,
slit them open, and fed them their own bile.
(man) That's right.
A ghost rider who kills in the name of Satan hisself.
(man) They say you look him straight in the eye,
he'd turn you to stone.
That is the truth, right there.
And the... and the Lord himself knows...
tell you something, gentleman.
I am the onliest one here who ever, ever
looked Lorca square in the eye
and did not turn to stone.
[laughs]
I swear.
(man) Another round up there.
(man) How about a toast to the onliest one...
the onliest one... hey, hold your glasses still.
Hold your glasses still.
Beer. Cold as you have it.
(man) Y'all know there's a goat tending bar?
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
Haven't we had the occasion?
No, sir.
Tom Mitchell, late of Missouri.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Tom.
We're good.
Good luck.
[somber music]
♪ ♪
[Deaf wheezing]
(Lupe) Elena.
He said he'd sooner crawl into a rattlesnake den
than see you.
But I know better.
(Houston) I can't say I blame him.
[Deaf wheezing]
Them quacks in New Orleans
didn't saw your damn leg off?
They damn sure tried to.
You know, I sent Lupe and Elena away,
and I hold you in far less regard
than I hold them.
I hope so.
Of course, you'll be in worse company
if I leave you here by yourself.
Says you.
Sit down, you ornery bastard.
[gentle orchestral music]
♪ ♪
You know what the best part of dying is?
I don't gots to be listening to your bullshit no more.
[laughs]
Charmaine.
[gasping]
I reckon I'll be riding her again soon.
Don't worry, Sam.
It ain't time for no funeral yet.
♪ ♪
(Houston) Erastus "Deaf" Smith
was Texas' first and greatest ranger.
A man more brave and honest never lived.
He set the mark and standard for all to follow.
I never had a better friend.
He was my stay in darkest hour.
We'll never see his like again.
So it is with somber hearts
we come to pay our last respects,
Deaf, dearest brother.
May the Great Spirit give light to your path
and clouds of sorrow never rest upon your journey.
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
Good night, sweet prince.
May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
♪ ♪
Deaf made this.
♪ ♪
I think he'd want you to have it.
♪ ♪
(Karnes) Anderson, glad you're back.
(Anderson) Yeah.
What's this?
Go clean yourself up.
(Rusk) Sam, uh...
Ah, hell, I know this is the wrong time to bring this up,
but the election is just 12 days away.
Leaders with vision are few.
Texas needs you as its president.
You're right.
It is the wrong time.
Besides, I'm voting for Stephen Austin.
(man) Get on the side.
(man) I got the load on the line.
(man) Got it?
[voices overlapping]
Little bit down on the right.
[snare drum]
(Jackson) Of course, prudence dictated that I not intervene in Texas.
Of course not.
Interesting.
The newly elected president of Texas is Sam Houston,
an officer in your command in the Creek War,
a congressman in your political party,
governor of your home state.
An independent spirit?
Best to view the situation as it is now.
In the interest of a peaceful solution,
do you think the Mexican Congress
will cede Texas for a fair consideration?
And by Texas, I mean all the land
between the Sabine and the Pacific.
I very much like your house.
It would suit me.
I admire your candor,
since you came here in chains.
A blunder, certainly.
Do I come as your prisoner?
No.
I am welcomed as a head of state.
Forgive my presumption.
The news hasn't reached you as of yet.
You're no longer president of Mexico.
Your vice president has replaced you.
This is only formality until my return.
Regardless, you cannot have Texas,
much less California,
without provoking all of Europe into a war you can never win.
The next time we dine, sir,
you may find yourself a guest at my table,
the Napoleon of the West.
Indeed.
Did not Napoleon succumb to the Duke of Wellington?
And what bearing does that have?
I crushed Wellington's troops at New Orleans.
Should my country face a foreign threat, sir,
I, myself, will answer.
Salud.
To peace between our nations.
[gentle orchestral music]
[snare drum]
[hooves thudding]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
_
[foreboding music]
♪ ♪
[ragtime piano music playing]
Knowles.
♪ ♪
(man) Lester Davis, I knew I'd see you again,
you lying, cheating, thieving son of a bitch.
Hey, hey, hey. Hey.
I'd lower that iron, mister,
before I shave your throat for Saint Peter.
I'm in the right.
This here drifter's a common horse thief.
You mistake him for someone else.
Not hardly.
He's wanted all over the Louisiana Territory.
That true?
Your name Buckens?
Perkins.
Timothy Perkins.
Baton Rouge.
The spotted gelding.
(Perkins) The horse ain't the problem.
It's that damn forged bank draft you bought him with.
Leave him be. He's in the right.
My poker winnings.
This ain't nowhere near enough.
I'll send the rest as soon as I get paid.
I'm... I'm rangering now.
Like hell you will.
Who's Maybelline?
My mother.
(Perkins) I'm owed $300.
Do I have to call the law on your ass?
You know you got a price on your head.
(Karnes) We're the law in Texas.
All I see is a bunch of damn gun thugs.
[laughter]
I once got a little loose with the surveys
in an Arkansas land scheme myself.
It's silver.
(Flores) My horse belonged to a man in Veracruz,
but I look better on it than he did.
(Anderson) Did you know that you can get court-martialed
and shot for looting?
We all make mistakes.
[laughs]
Let me just make sure I got this straight.
You bastards...
you have the gall to ride me like a common criminal.
- Is that right? - Mm-hmm.
Just want to be sure.
Because you're still just ten pounds of shit
in a five-pound sack, Knowles.
Well, y'all are right about that.
That is true.
No slack whatsoever. I see.
Matter settled?
I reckon so.
Well, good.
And that's all she wrote.
Well said, Captain.
Well, we ain't no altar boys.
- No, we ain't. - Texas don't need them.
(Anderson) It's what we do from now on that counts.
Now I know I can count on all you miscreants,
except Knowles, of course.
(Knowles) I'd say it's lucky we didn't rob that bank.
(Karnes) What bank?
[thunder rumbles]
[voices overlapping]
[folksy music playing]
♪ ♪
Well, I'm calling you.
Yep.
All right.
Flush.
I'll have that wrist cuff.
It was stolen from a friend of mine.
Actually, I beg to differ.
I took it off some chicken ruffian down Velasco way.
Cut you for it.
Put up.
No time for faint hearts.
♪ ♪
It weren't meant to be.
Boy.
Hear tell you rode with Deaf Smith.
All right.
Deal another hand.
Just looking for a warm fire,
maybe a good, strong drink.
Ain't nothing like a strong drink.
Mr. Tom Mitchell.
Thank you, Anna.
Where have you been hiding?
I'm fixing a dish
for the Sunday supper at the church social.
If I didn't know any better,
I'd swear you didn't care for my cooking.
No. No.
I'd fight the devil himself
for a bowl of your Irish stew.
Have a good day.
[cheerful folksy music playing]
♪ ♪
Who wants licorice?
(all) Me!
Oh. All right. All right.
Here you are.
All right.
- Gracias. - You kids like licorice.
Hey, make sure he gets some.
♪ ♪
No. No thanks.
- Hello, Father. - Hola.
- Really nice. - Gracias.
Mmm.
Can I have some? Thank you.
Mm-hmm.
- Smells great. - Go enjoy yourself.
I will.
I'm gonna take some bread here.
♪ ♪
Back for seconds if there's more.
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[people screaming]
(man) Nueces, no. Give me the gun.
- Give me the gun. - Tom.
What are you doing? What are you doing?
[wheezing]
Hey, let him go.
Let the boy be. Let the boy be.
I make...
I make no claims against him.
[wheezing]
Come here. Come here.
Come here.
[solemn choral music]
♪ ♪
I understand.
♪ ♪
Entiendo.
♪ ♪
Entiendo.
♪ ♪
[gagging]
[coughs]
[wheezing]
♪ ♪
[man speaking Spanish]
♪ ♪
_
[foreboding music]
_
♪ ♪
_
[cheers and applause]
My fellow Texans,
at this moment,
I can't repress the emotion of my heart
or restrain the feeling which my sense of obligation
to my fellow citizens has inspired.
We are only in the outset in the campaign of liberty.
The future is locked up,
the destiny which awaits our people.
Now it becomes my duty to make presentation of this sword,
this emblem of my past office.
I have worn it with some humble pretensions
in defense of my country.
Should danger again call, I expect to resume it,
and I will respond to that call with my blood and my life.
[cheers and applause]
(Santa Anna) I lost.
So if they want my head,
let them have it.
[crowd cheering]
[bell clanging]
[crowd screaming in Spanish]
[martial drum music playing]
♪ ♪
(Houston) God bless Texas.
God bless you all.
[cheers and applause]
♪ ♪
Do not get used to home life, Almonte.
Within a year, we will be cockfighting in Texas again.
[crowd cheering]
♪ ♪
[all yelling]
_
[all yelling]
Miss Peggy, thank you.
My dear.
I want to thank you, David, for the publicity.
People offer me free drinks and fresh eggs
everywhere I go now.
What is it about you, Sam?
What spell do you hold over Texas?
[bright orchestral music]
Maybe it's because everybody here is just like me.
They see me rise in spite of my flaws,
and they know they can too.
♪ ♪
It's not me they celebrate, David.
It's hope.
♪ ♪
- Thank you so much. - Thank you, Houston.
- Houston. - Sam Houston.
Good-bye, everybody.
[all cheer]
God bless Texas!
God bless Texas.
[laughs]
[cheers and applause]
[woman singing in Spanish]
[gentle acoustic guitar music playing]
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
[men screaming and whooping]
♪ ♪
(man) Hang on! Hang on!
♪ ♪
[cheers and applause]
To our first president of Texas, Sam Houston.
[cheers and applause]
(Flores) To Emily West, our own Yellow Rose of Texas.
(man) Whoo!
♪ There's a yellow rose of Texas ♪
♪ That I'm going to see ♪
(all) ♪ No other ranger knows her ♪
♪ Her heart belongs to me ♪
♪ She cried so when I left her ♪
♪ It like to broke my heart ♪
To you, Miss Emily.
♪ We nevermore will part ♪
- Whoo! - Whoo!
[lively music playing]
I almost forgot.
This belongs to you.
(all) ♪ Her eyes are bright as diamonds ♪
I come to Texas looking for one brother,
and I found another.
(all) ♪ Sing of Rosa Lee ♪
♪ But the yellow rose of Texas ♪
♪ Is the only girl for me ♪
(man) Yahoo!
♪ ♪
(all) ♪ When the Rio Grande is flowing ♪
♪ The starry skies are bright ♪
♪ She walks along the river ♪
♪ In the quiet summer night ♪
♪ She thinks if I remember ♪
♪ When we parted long ago ♪
♪ I promised to come back again ♪
♪ And not to leave her so ♪
[people cheering]
♪ ♪
(man) Comanche attack at Leeds Creek!
Comanche attack!
♪ ♪
Comanche attack!
(man) Saddle up, boys.
Let's go, boys.
Come on, Kit.
(Karnes) Trouble about.
[bright orchestral music]
- What are you waiting for? - We ain't been sworn in yet.
Ah, hellfire.
Raise your hands.
You ready?
You're Rangers. Let's go.
What about the sacred ritual?
I reckon we missed it.
- Spur 'em up, boys. - Comanches are on 'em!
(Karnes) Let's go.
♪ ♪
[all yelling and cheering]
♪ ♪
Subtitle sync and corrections by awaqeded for www.addic7ed.com.
[country music]
(man) ♪ Take me to Texas ♪
♪ 200 years ago ♪
♪ Where a pride rose from the ashes ♪
♪ Of San Jacinto ♪
♪ Still beats in every heart ♪
♪ Like a battle cry ♪
♪ Where I was born ♪
♪ Where I was raised ♪
♪ So when I die ♪
♪ Take me to Texas ♪
♪ On the open range ♪
♪ The Rio Grande is in my veins ♪
♪ It's heaven there ♪
♪ And so my prayer ♪
♪ Is that you'll take me anywhere ♪
♪ In Texas ♪
♪ The only home I know ♪
♪ I'm a child of the Alamo ♪
♪ And the Yellow Rose ♪
♪ So when I go ♪
♪ Take me to Texas ♪
♪ Where my daddy worked ♪
♪ Where his blood and sweat and tears ♪
♪ Are still in that red dirt ♪
♪ Where wild Palominos run ♪
♪ Cowboys are kings ♪
♪ And if I stray too far ♪
♪ I'll let my Lone Star dreams ♪
♪ Take me to Texas ♪
♪ ♪
♪ There's something in the sky ♪
♪ And in your mama's eyes ♪
♪ So even if you try to move away ♪
♪ You'll end up on some road somewhere ♪
♪ With your thumb up in the air ♪
♪ When they ask you where you're headed ♪
♪ You'll just say ♪
♪ Take me to Dallas, Fort Worth, or San Antone ♪
♪ Houston, Laredo, Galveston, or Austin ♪
♪ Baby, Abilene ♪
♪ The closest thing I've ever seen ♪
♪ To heavens above Mexico ♪
♪ I'm a child of the Alamo ♪
♪ And the Yellow Rose ♪
♪ So when I go ♪
♪ Take me to Texas ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Take me to Texas ♪
♪ ♪