The Lone Ranger Page #2

(GRUNTS)

(STRAINING)

FRITZ:
Come on, boys!

Put your backs into it.

The railroad waits for no man!

That's the end of the line.

We jump.

What about the passengers?

They jump.

(PASSENGERS SCREAMING)

There are children on board.

All jump.

(GRUNTS)

Have you no decency?

Windigo getting away!

No, you're not going anywhere.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(GROANS)

(COCKING GUNS)

Going somewhere?

- Yes.

- No.

- No. No.

- Yes. Yes.

- No, we are not. No.

- Yes. Yes.

Shut up!

Yes.

(SCREAMS)

(WHIMPERING)

(GROANING)

- Ugh.

- (GRUNTS)

(YELLING)

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

Thank you.

(C*CKS RIFLE)

Do-si-doe.

(LAUGHS)

Why don't you put that thing down,

and we'll settle this like men?

Although, I warn you.

I boxed in law school.

(GROANS)

Huh?

(SCREAMS)

(WHIMPERING)

Great warrior.

Yeah, that's my brother.

(PASSENGERS PLEADING)

Nice suit.

We have to stop the train.

DAN:
No time!

Must to jump!

JOHN:
I'm not leaving

these passengers!

DAN:
Then help me unhook the cars!

Come on! (GRUNTING)

It's jammed! Give me a hand.

You hold.

Whoa!

John.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

(ALL SHOUTING)

What the...

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(METAL STRAINING)

(JOHN COUGHING)

(SPITS) Ugh.

Hey, hold it right there.

I'm afraid I have to take you in.

(STAMMERS)

Do you hear me?

You speak English, don't you?

(GROANING)

(BREATHLESSLY) Halt!

By the authority granted to me

by the state of Texas,

I'm hereby arresting you.

You all right there, little brother?

Fine.

Just taking this man into custody.

Uh-huh.

He was on that train for a reason, Dan.

DAN:
Probably.

What's your crime, boy?

Indian.

(RANGERS CHUCKLING)

And a man, in the eyes of the law.

Now, throw me your cuffs.

Whatever you say, little brother.

- (LOCK CLICKS)

- It's nothing personal.

Dan?

John.

They said there was an accident

and someone fell off the train.

Actually, it was me.

Dan's fine.

Saved the day. Same as usual.

Oh, my God, your face.

Um...

Come here.

God, it's good to see you.

What's it been, nine years?

Eight, since you stopped writing.

We were just kids back then.

Well, he takes good care of you, I see.

(CHUCKLES HUMOURLESSLY)

Yeah. In his way.

He spends most his time

in Indian territory these days.

JOHN:
Indian territory?

Doesn't sound like Dan.

Doing what?

Well, whatever it is,

he doesn't talk to me about it.

So...

Have you got a place to stay?

I...

No. Not as yet.

Well, you should stay

with us at Willow Creek.

I don't know.

(SOFTLY) Oh, God, look at you.

City boy.

Why would you ever want

to come back here?

It's my home.

(DOOR OPENING)

Who are you?

Danny, this is your Uncle John.

JOHN:
Why, you look

just like your dad did

when he was your age.

They're going out again.

(SIGHS)

(TONTO SINGING

IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)

He deserves a trial, Dan.

Two Rangers are dead.

Didn't get no trial.

JOHN:
Well, I'm coming with you.

The law looks a lot different

on the ground, little brother.

Well, it doesn't include vengeance,

no matter where you're standing.

For "Wherever men unite into society,

"they must quit the laws

of nature and assume..."

"And assume the laws of men,

"so that society as a whole

may prosper." (CHUCKLES)

That's John Locke's

Treatises of Government.

Never thought to hear

the likes of it in Colby.

Mr. Cole, my brother John.

New county prosecutor.

Latham Cole? It's an honor, sir.

I read about you during the war.

John, here,

is an educated man like yourself.

Well, let's try not to

hold that against him.

You going after Cavendish?

Collins, here, picked up a trail.

- Used to track for our father.

- Can he ride?

(BURPING)

Well enough.

Yeah, well, you see to it.

Railroad promised

these people a hanging.

I didn't know the railroad

was in the business

of keeping promises.

COLE:
A simple task.

Collect the prisoner,

deliver him to his execution.

If you're not up to that, Mr. Reid,

I'll find someone who is.

Maybe you should think

about staying in town for a few days.

Comanche are restless.

They're always restless,

but they keep to their side of the river,

and I keep to mine.

Besides, fences won't

put themselves up.

It's my job.

I'm not asking you to be happy about it.

I am happy.

I'm happy with the life

you provide. I just...

Is that new?

Matches your eyes.

All right.

Now, I expect you

to be bagging squirrels

by the time I get back.

Like old times, huh?

Thank you.

All right, Mr. Prosecutor.

Let's see how your due process

fares on the trail.

It's Dad's.

I hereby deputize you a Texas Ranger.

But I can't help you with them clothes.

(RANGERS CHUCKLING)

(URGING HORSES)

(WHISTLES SHARPLY)

(WHISTLES)

(CLICKING AND WHISTLING)

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Indians call that your spirit horse.

Come to take you to the other side.

You can't scare me

with your ghost stories any more, Dan.

Since when did you start

wearing Indian jewelry, anyway?

Since my kid brother became a lawyer.

JOHN:
Yeah?

World needs lawyers

same as it does Rangers.

I reckon so. It's a nice hat, by the way.

They didn't have a bigger one?

(CLICKING TONGUE)

He missed you.

Could have fooled me.

You smell like a distillery already.

Steadies the hand.

You even sleep last night?

You know me, Johnny.

Never been one

to resist a little Western hospitality.

JOHN:
"Red's." Hmm.

What's this? Like, dancing?

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Dancing. (LAUGHING)

Could go by the flats.

Lose a day. Maybe a day and a half.

What is it?

No cover.

NAVARRO:
What do you figure, Dan?

Figure Collins should go take a look.

If he can stay in the saddle.

(COLLINS URGING HORSE)

John. Come here.

No, I don't believe in them.

You know that.

Butch Cavendish don't care

one way or the other.

I'll take my chances.

(COLLINS WHISTLES)

You stay close.

Come on. (CLICKS TONGUE)

(CROW CAWING)

Where the hell's Collins?

- (GUNSHOT)

- (GROANING)

Ambush!

- RANGER 1:
I can't see him!

- (GUNSHOTS)

I got no shot! (SCREAMS)

Ride! Ride!

(RANGER WHISTLES)

(GUNFIRE)

(PANTING)

(URGING HORSES)

(SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

JOHN:
Dan!

Ride! Ride out!

- (GRUNTING)

- (HORSE WHINNIES)

(GROANS)

(STRAINING)

(URGING HORSE)

Your hand! John, give me your hand!

- (GUNSHOT)

- No. No!

No, Dan! Dan!

No! No, no...

(GROANING)

You shouldn't have come back, John.

No, It's okay. It's okay.

I messed up.

No, no. You're okay, you're okay.

You're gonna be fine.

She always loved you.

Take care of her for me.

No, you're coming with me.

Come on! Come on!

(GRUNTING)

(DAN GROANING)

(JOHN GRUNTING)

Come on!

(GUNSHOT)

CAVENDISH:
It's been

a long time, Ranger.

You've looked better.

I heard them boys in Tulsa

took a real shine to you.

- (COUGHS)

- (CHUCKLING)

All heart, ain't you?

A year you took from me

in that sweatbox.

You take something from me,

be damn sure

I'm gonna take something from you.

(GROANS)

(FLESH SQUELCHING)

(SNARLS)

(LIQUID LAPPING)

CAVENDISH:
(GROWLING) Oh, yes!

(CAVENDISH EATING)

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