Texas Rising

Your orders were not to engage.

Your insubordination could have cost us dearly.

Troops are accounted for.

Your Excellency, we should attack now.

We take that bridge,

you won't have to worry about Santa Anna's reinforcements.

Today, we are one.

We give Texas our allegiance.

We give Texas our lives.

Fire cannon.

Surrender, Mexican,

or I'll kill you deader than last Tuesday.

Hands up.

We captured Santa Anna!

El Presidente, General, I cannot express

how glad I am to meet you.

Death by firing squad!

Hey, darlin'.

_

You want to come up?

- I'm about to. - Uh-huh.

Sam?

Sam, you in there?

Sam, you here?

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?

Mr. Secretary, I'm going to need a hand here.

All righty.

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.

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.

Good night, Tom.

Good night, Doc.

Good night, Miss Julie.

What if Houston returns in time for elections?

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.

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.

Get him inside with Marcus.

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.

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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.

Go.

Siguenme, rapido!

Necesito un baño.

Hey, boss!

Deaf!

Did you think they forgot about you?

Burn it.

Portilla's coming! We got to get!

Whoo!

We did it.

- Let's go. - I got him.