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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.

Woo!

It's the Rangers.

God bless you all!

And God bless Texas!

God bless Texas!

Woo!

Woo!

Woo hoo!

God bless Texas!

Hey, Verne!

Thought you'd be in Paris by now.

Just saying my bon voyages.

Yes sir!

Gonna be a place in heaven for you boys.

We just can't turn our back soon enough on this place.

Few more supplies and we'll vamoose.

Rebecca.

Kit!

Guess it's now or never.

Got this metal off a dead Mexican.

He tried to get me.

Melted it down to this.

Kit.

I was hoping I wasn't going to see you.

You know, 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.

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 and 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 fiance?

Gavin, I--

Do 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.

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.

If'n you don't, come back.

I'll settle up with you.

Ha!

Woo!

Come on in.

- Empresario Buckley! - Excuse me.

You son of a bitch!

You were ordered by Texas to burn this town.

Failure to comply, that's treason.

I'll answer to that in court!

You are in court, sir.

A military tribune.

You have been convicted.

You remember how this goes.

Not a lot of ply between catching and hanging.

What do you want?

What the--

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.

A welcome gesture.

It's hers.

Ho!

And the Wykoff place.

Yes, and the deed to the Wykoff place--

free and clear, all monies returned.

Done.

Woo!

Yeah, that's right!

Woo!

The age of the empresario ended at San Jacinto.

There's new law in this land.

Your crime, sir, will not escape the noose a second time.

Court adjourned.

The 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.

Strike up the band, play us a tune.

Well 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 going to 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?

Sam, you know you're--

you're destined for great things.

What are you saying?

I'm always going to be here for you.

Forever.

Right here, by your side.

Woo!

The war secretary himself, he said,

"You never seen such a hero."

This-- this right here, this is for uncommon valor.

- Oh really? - Know what that is, valor?

Woo.

Hey, now, hey.

Where you going?

Oh, my Mexican chili sitter, and his lying, swamp rat amigo.

How are you?

Now, you need to walk away there, traitor.

You're always making trouble.

Vern, hey.

Enough.

Kit, my boy, how are you?

Now we're all met, except for the big fat Indian man,

where is he at?

Anderson lost his son.

Drifted away.

Beans was killed too.

Beans?

Yeah.

Damn.

Ah, it's a good thing I quit.

Come to me girl.

Come to me, girl.

- Come on. - No.

Just dance.

Come on, let's dance.

Let go of her!

Unhand my daughter, you drunken son of a bitch!

Gonna want to cock that gun, sawbones.

Rebecca?

Rebecca!

Rebecca.

Doc!

My darling Becca.

Dear God, she's gone.

Becca.

You all hear about demon named Lorca?

Rode in on a wave of brimstone.

Yeah, I hear he gutted over 100 Mexicans, slit 'em open,

- fed 'em their own bile. - That's right.

A ghost rider who kills in the name of Satan his self.

They say you look him straight in the eye,

he'd turn you to stone.

Right, right, it's the truth right there.

And the Lord himself knows.

Tell you something, gentlemen.

I am the only one here who ever, ever looked Lorca--

Square in the eye and did not turn to stone.

Another round up there.

How about a toast to the only one, the only one- hey,

hold your glasses still.

Hold your glasses.

Cheers.

Beer, cold as you have it.

Y'all know there's a goat tending bar?

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.

Elena, He said he'd sooner crawl into a rattlesnake than--

than see you.

But I know better.

I can't say I blame him.

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 lesser regard than I hold them.

I hope so.

Course, you'll be in worse company

if I leave you here by yourself.

Says you.

Sit down, you ornery bastard.

You know what the best part of dying is?

I don't gots to be listening to your bullshit no more.

Charmaine.

I reckon I'll be riding her again soon.

Don't worry, Sam.

Ain't time for no funeral yet.

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 was 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.

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.

Anderson, glad you're back.

What's this?

Go clean yourself up.

Sam, ah hell, I know this the wrong time to bring this up,

but the election's 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.

Got it?

Yep.

Jurisprudence 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,

congressman in your political party,

governor of your home state.

And 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.

Forbid 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 a formality until my return.

Regardless, you cannot have Texas--

much less California-- without provoking all of Europe

into the war you can never win.

The next time we dine, sir, you may

find yourself a guest at my table, a 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 in New Orleans.

Should my country face a foreign threat,

sir, I myself will answer.

Salud.

Peace between our nations.

Dos.

Doo doo doo.

Lester Davis.

I knew I'd see you again, you lying, cheating,

thieving son of a bitch.

Hey.

I'd lower than iron, mister.

Before I see your throat for St. Peter.

I'm in the right.

This here drifter's a common horse thief.

You're mistaken for someone else.

Not hardly.

He's wanted all over the Louisiana Territory.

That true?

Your name Buckins?

Perkins.

Timothy Perkins, Baton Rouge.

Baton Rouge.

The spotted gelding.

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.

Send the rest as soon as I get paid.

I'm-- I'm rangering now.

Like hell you will.

Who's Maybelline?

My mother.

I'm owed $300.

Do I have to call the law on your ass?

You know you've got a price on your head.

We're the law in Texas.

All I see is a bunch of damn gun thugs.

I once got a little loose with the surveys

in an Arkansas land scheme, myself.

Silver.

My horse belonged to a man in Veracruz,

but I look better on it than he did.

Did you know that you could get court-martialed

and shot for looting?

We all make mistakes.

Let me just make sure I got this straight.

You bastards, you-- you have the gall to ride

me like a common criminal.

Is that right?

Mm-hmm.

Just wanted to be sure.

'Cause you still just 10 pounds of shit

in a five pound sack, Knowles.

Well, you are right about that.

That is true.

No slack whatsoever.

- I see. - The matter's settled.

I reckon so.

Well, good.

Well said, captain.

Well, we ain't no altar boys.

No we ain't.

Texas don't need him.

It's what we do from now on that counts.

Now I know I can count on all of you miscreants.

Except Knowles, of course.

I say, it's lucky we didn't rob that bank.

What bank?

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 the faint of hearts.

It wasn't meant to be.

Boy!

Hear tell you roll 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 bowl of your Irish stew.

Have a good day.

Who wants licorice?

Me!

Oh!

All right, all right.

Here you are.

All right.

His last witness.

Make sure he gets some.

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 going to take some bread here.

I'll be back for seconds if there's more.

Moises, no! Give me the gun.

- Give me the gun! - Tom.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Hey, let the--

let the boy be.

Let the boy be.

I make no-- I make no claims against him.

Come here.

Come here.

I understand.

Entiendo.

Entiendo.

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 has 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've 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.

I lost.

So if they want my head, let them have it.

God bless Texas.

God bless you all!

Do not get used to home life, Almonte.

Within a year, we will be cock fighting in Texas again.

Thank you.

My dear.

I want to thank you, David, for the publicity.

People offer me free drinks or fresh eggs everywhere I go now.

What is it about you, Sam?

What spell do you hold over Texas?

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.

Goodbye, everybody.

God bless Texas!

God bless Texas!

Ha ha.

Hey hey!.

Hang on here, hang on!

To our first president of Texas, Sam Houston.

Here, here!

We have a new West.

Our own yellow rose of Texas!

There's a yellow rose of Texas, that I'm going to see.

Nobody else could miss her not half as much as me.

She cried so when I left her, it like to broke my heart.

To you, Miss Emily.

And if I ever find her, we never more will part.

Woo!

Woo!

I almost forgot.

This belongs to you.

Her eyes are bright as diamonds.

I come to Texas for one brother,

and I found another one.

Sing of Rosa Lee.

But the yellow rose of Texas is the only girl for me.

Yahoo!

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 return again and not leave her so.

Woo!

Ah!

Woo!

Comanche attack at Leeds Creek!

Comanche attack!

Comanche attack!

Saddle up, boys, let's go.

- Come on. - Let's go, boys.

Come on, Kit.

Trouble about!

What are you waiting for?

We ain't been sworn in yet.

Ah, hellfire.

Raise your hands.

You ready?

You're Rangers.

What about the sacred ritual?

I reckon we missed it.

Spur 'em up boys, let's go.

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 Palaminos 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.

Maybe I believe the closest thing I've ever seen

to heaven's the Gulf of Mexico.

I'm a child of the Alamo and the yellow rose.

So when I go, take me to Texas.

Take me to Texas.