Rango Page #3

Here, here...

just a second...

All right, listen. I wanna give you fellas

one last chance to reconsider.

And if you don't wanna reconsider,

I might consider

reconsidering myself.

Now, that's what I'm

talking about!

Yeah. All right now, listen up! Things

gonna be different now Rango's in town.

Got some new rules; my shoe shined every

mornin', my coffee hot, Danish on the side.

Whatever you do,

don't look me in the eye!

Stay out of my peripheral vision!

It's Rango!

- What's he up to?

He ain't afraid of nobody! - He's gonna

turn that bird butt-forward!

When you see me comin',

stand aside.

I take large steps and I don't want

your hey-sees bodily fluids on my boots!

Of course, there is no need for violence.

As long as we stick together, work as team.

So I want you all

to come on outside, now.

Line up single file

while I take a recreation!

What's he doing now?

- I think it's A number two.

OCUPADO:

Well, never mind!

You can best see

over here!

Look at him!

He's taking that hawk!

Give him here,

Rango!

Did you see that?

- He killed than banger!

What do you...what do you

say, doc? - This hawk is dead!

Shoo. I say we'd cook that

right out!

He did it with one bullet!

- Well just like he said!

It's about time

we had a hero around here!

One who ain't in a pine box...

I think it's time he met the Mayor.

- You hear that, Rango?

You're gonna meet the Mayor.

Let's here it for Rango!

And so the stranger basks

in the adulation of his new friends.

Sinking deeper into the

guacamole of his own deception.

When is he goin' to die?

- Soon, compadre. Soon.

My land is not for sale!

I thank you would save our land,

not sell it!

I'm sure we'd work out something

if you just talked to him...

Beans, where're you going?

Beans!

The Mayor will see you now.

Water, Mr. Rango, water.

Without it, there's nothing

but dust and decay.

But with water... there's life.

Look at them! They're so desperate to live

they'll follow it anywhere...

That's the immutable law

of the desert.

Control the water and

you control everything else.

This is from my private stock.

Vintage rain water, from the Great Deluge.

Oh, not Noah's deluge.

Goodness, I'm not that old!

I guess power has some privileges.

- You made the good point, son.

But with privilege comes

responsibility.

Hell, I was Mayor here before

there was the Dirt!

I may be just a sentimental,

old turtle...

but I think there's a future to

this town

and I hope you'll be part of it.

To Dirt!

- To Dirt!

You see them, Mr. Rango?

All my friends and neighbours?

It's a hard life here...

Very hard...

Do you know how they make it

through each and every day?

They believe. They believe

it's going to be better.

They believe that the water

will come!

They believe against all odds

and all evidence

that tomorrow will be

better than today.

People have to believe in

something.

Right now,

they believe in you.

Pick it up, Mr. Rango.

Your destiny awaits.

People have to believe in

something.

It just don't make no sense.

This whole town is drying up

and the Mayor seems

the only one who's not affected!

Don't that make you just

a wee bit suspicious?

What about that water I saw out

in the desert? I seen it with my own eyes!

Alright! No need to insight anxiety.

I'll inquire about the Mayor.

If you really feel there's some conspiracy,

I suggest you take it up with the sheriff!

Excuse me, Mr Rango?

I will blow that ugly right off your face!

- Uh...I was just thinkin' that uh..

Oh! You want the old John Hancock,

do you? Well, here hold this.

This isn't a social call! - Oh,

I know all about the all dig...

I ordered myself some

nice fancy-dandies.

G. Rango! - You too? No problems, just...

- I need you to investigate...

You know Beans, I bet you clean up

real nice if you put a little effort into it.

Son, stay in school, eat your veggies,

burn everything but Shakespear.

Who...who's Shakespeare?

- Sheriff Rango! If that is your real name!

I am tryin' to save my daddy's ranch,

which is on the verge

of an agricultural meltdown while

you're playin' patty cake with each...

Sad girl...

Such a drabbly pain..

Why does she do that?

It's a survival reflex.

- 'xcept her switch is just broken.

Well! That's an inconvenience.

It is not a rash!

It is a birth mark.

I did it again, didn't I?

- Did what?

Let me ask you something...

Did anybody here mention to you

what happened to our last sheriff?

Uh...May I ask you...the last sheriff.

Pardon me...

Where did everybody go?

What happened to him?

Oh...oh... I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

his is heck of a hoedown you got goin'.

Still workin' out those steps.

So, is this considered

normal civic behavior?

Mmhmm. Every Wednesday.

Just like clock work.

You kill bird? - Yea, ha...

as a matter of fact, I did.

Bird dead. Snake come.

Is it snake? - He means

Rattlesnake Jake, Mr Rango.

He wasn't coming to town because

he was scared of that hawk.

but might come now. May I have

your boots when you're dead?

No! Rango's got no problem with this Rattlesnake

Jake. - That's exactly what Amos said.

Amos?

Sheriff AMOS

Thursday - Friday

You got any gold fillings?

My fellow Dirtonians!

I welcome you to this great day

of deliverance! Halellujah! - Halellujah!

Acolytes, prepare

the holly spigot!

We have a newcomer amongst us,

a man I think needs little introduction

to you, so bold has been his entry

into our fair society.

Mr. Rango?

Would you step forward?

Mine!

- Mine!

The time has come! The time

that was foretold! - Hallelujah!

The sacred time!

- Hallelujah!

The time of destiny!

- Hallelujah!

The time of deliverance!

- Hallelujah!

It is the time of...

hydration!

It's his fault! - It's the newcomer!

- Burn him!

He's a witch!

- I want his boots!

My friends! My friends!

Temper your frustrations.

Times will be tough from now on.

Sacrifices have to be made.

But if I can help in any way,

please know that my door is always...

Hold it! hold it! Now this whole

thing stinks three ways to Sunday!

First the bank's run dry,

and now this here spigot!

Bank's run dry?

- What's she talkin' about?

She said there's no

water in the bank!

I want mine in cash!

We can't just give away...

- We can't move again!

There'll be no civil disobedience

in my town. Thank you very much!

Thank Goodness you're here, sheriff.

Things were getting outta hand!

Ooo... come right in,

join us.

Well now! Let me get the source

of the societal discontentment here.

Go..ho...hod, have mercy...

All right. Listen up! I've been thinkin'

and I believe I figured somethin' out.

You folks have a water problem!

Now, just pay attention everybody!

I'm tryin' to make a point here.

Let's say this fella here were

to take a drink of water.

Just one little drink.

No harm, no foul. Right?

And you! Why you're just as dried up

and parched as a Jack rabbit in July!

So you belly on up and

take you a double shot!

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