The Lone Ranger Page #4

Not since the Comanche

violated the treaty.

- Treaty?

- RED:
You didn't hear?

They've been raiding settlements

up and down the river.

My God. Rebecca.

Fear of cat.

Better go out the back.

How do I thank you?

Just make that animal pay

for what he took from me.

Hey!

Nature is Indeed out of balance.

- (BOTTLE BREAKS)

- (BURPS)

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

(CAT MEOWING)

Come. Must to go.

Must to go, drunken beast!

(MOB SHOUTING)

'Tis judgment day, harlot!

Oh.

May I help you?

Where are they?

I'm sure I don't know who you mean.

(DOOR OPENING)

Ma'am, I believe I've located your...

...cat.

(YOWLING)

Ma'am.

- Get him!

- (MOB YELLING)

There's the redskin!

- (WHISTLES)

- (NEIGHING)

(MOB YELLING)

(URGING HORSE)

Where you running', Injun?

What the hell is wrong

with these people?

Blood has been spilled, kemosabe.

And soon, rivers run red.

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING) Oh, God...

Let's call it a night, Joe.

(PANTING) Yes, ma'am.

(DOG BARKS)

Come on, Danny.

(GASPS)

Get yourselves inside!

Danny, come on.

Pilar, get the shutters.

(REPLIES IN SPANISH)

(BARKING)

(RIDERS WHOOPING)

(HORSES NEIGHING)

(GASPS)

- Pilar, fire!

- (GASPS)

(GASPS)

(WHOOPING)

Indian savages.

Was not Indian.

The hell it wasn't.

Indians make trade.

Leave him alone.

I said leave him alone!

Indian is like coyote.

He kill and leave nothing to waste.

Tell me, kemosabe,

what does the white man kill for?

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(SHUSHING)

(WHIMPERING)

This one's nice, ain't it?

(SOBBING)

I love me some aquamarine.

(DOOR OPENING)

(YELPS)

(WOMAN SOBBING)

(WOMAN SPEAKING SPANISH)

Not an Indian.

This ain't what it looks like, mister.

I just like them pretty things.

Rebecca and Danny. Where are they?

You tell me where they are, or I'll let

the Indian do what he wants to you.

What does he want to do?

(WHIMPERS)

- (WOMAN SCREAMS)

- (GUNSHOT)

What the hell is going on?

There's a Ranger.

What are you talking about?

He got some lunatic Indian with him.

He was gonna violate me

with a duck foot.

You shoot anything that comes out.

(YELPS)

Go for horse, kemosabe.

I cover you.

Why don't I cover you?

You have been to the other side.

Spirit Walker cannot be killed.

All right.

But we take them alive.

Texas Ranger!

Put down your weapons

and step out with your hands up!

(GRUNTING)

It's dark!

Spirit Walker.

See! What did I tell you?

Go around back.

(JESUS MUTTERS SOFTLY)

What's with the mask?

(PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

(WOOD CREAKING)

(HOOFBEATS)

What is it?

(COUGHING)

So, the horse,

it can fly?

Don't be stupid.

(HORSE WHINNYING)

JOHN:
Hold it right there.

Rebecca and Danny,

where are they?

Comanche don't take no prisoners.

Just the scalps.

(CHUCKLING)

Isn't that right, boy?

I will take the Spaniard.

(SOFTLY) I haven't fired a gun

in nine years.

Might want to keep that

to yourself, kemosabe.

(GROANING)

(OUTLAWS SCREAM)

(PANTING)

Great shot!

That was supposed

to be a warning shot.

In that case, not so good.

What?

Nothing.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

That was my brother's.

Comanche.

Very sacred.

How am I supposed

to find Rebecca and Danny now?

Tracks lead north,

toward Indian country.

That's 400 square miles

of rock and desert.

Even an Indian can't track through that.

We follow horse, kemosabe.

(WHINNYING)

"Kemosa..." Why do you

keep calling me that?

What's that mean?

"Wrong brother."

Right.

My husband will kill you for this.

That'd be a trick.

Last time I saw your husband,

he was drowning in his own blood.

RAY:
We got company.

Hold up!

MAN:
It's Frank.

(WHIMPERING)

Where's Barret and Jesus?

(PANTING)

He killed them.

Straight draw.

Fired one bullet

and they didn't stand a chance.

You better start talking straight, Frank.

Now, who killed them?

It was a Ranger, Butch.

A lone Ranger.

Rangers are dead.

The ghost of Dan Reid.

(WHISPERS) Frank!

He coming for you.

You shouldn't have done what you did.

- Shut up!

- (GROANS)

Let him come!

I killed him once.

I won't have to answer for it

when I kill him again.

Scared, aren't you?

You should be.

Hey, Collins.

Do you know

what the Indians call this place?

"The Valley of Tears."

Please don't do this. Please, don't...

(SNIFFING) Mmm!

That's far enough.

(C*CKS GUN)

Don't look at me.

He loved you.

I said, don't look at me.

(GUNSHOTS)

Run.

Please, run.

Danny, come on.

(HORSE NEIGHING)

(SCREAMS)

- Mama?

- (GUNSHOT)

JOHN:
Why would Cavendish

make It look

like the Comanche violated the treaty?

It has something to do

with what my brother found in the desert.

Perhaps he want to make it look

like Comanche violate treaty.

JOHN:
That's very helpful, thank you.

Whoa.

What is it?

(SNIFFING)

Horse dead.

I can see that. Now what?

We're lost, aren't we?

I knew it.

Just follow the horse.

That was your idea?

But you can't talk

to a dead horse, now, can you?

You know what? Let me try.

Hello. If you could

just point us in the right direction,

we'll take it from here.

What's that?

Nothing!

That's just fantastic, isn't it?

Cavendish is out there somewhere,

doing God-knows-what

to Rebecca and Danny,

and I'm gonna die

here in the desert with you

and that ridiculous bird!

The woman, Rebecca,

you will fill her with child, no?

What?

No!

That's my brother's wife.

When you were on the other side,

you spoke of her in your vision.

Well, lack of oxygen

can cause the brain to hallucinate.

Everyone knows that.

Yes,

but you did not speak of her

as the wife of your brother.

Well, she's his widow now.

So, it is better that

she live the rest of her life alone?

Yes. No.

Look, it just isn't done.

You wouldn't understand.

Because I am a savage?

(SNIFFS)

Would you stop?

You can't track.

If you could, we wouldn't be

out here in the first place!

What is that?

Track!

That's impossible.

(METAL CLINKING)

Train track.

You are lost, aren't you?

Train tracks?

I thought you were in Indian territory.

Yes.

(ARROW WHISTLING PAST)

(SHRIEKS)

(WORKERS GRUNTING)

(CHANTING)

Let the Comanche make no mistake.

We will not be dissuaded from our task.

- (APPLAUSE)

- From here on,

all treaties with the Indian Nation

are null and void.

We will be in Promontory Summit

ahead of schedule,

three days from today!

Now, go ahead. Put that in your paper.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)

MAN:
Mr. Cole! Mr. Cole!

Sir?

It arrived last night.

I had to dip into petty cash.

Put it somewhere safe.

Where would that be?

Use your imagination.

(URGING HORSES)

I understand you have

an Indian problem.

Right on time.

(BEATING DRUMS RHYTHMICALLY)

(WHOOPING)

(GRUNTING)

(CRYING OUT)

I thought you said I couldn't get shot.

No.

I said you could not be killed.

Oh.

JOHN:
Apache?

TONTO:
Comanche.

Well, that's good, right?

Not so much.

What are they doing?

TONTO:
Death dance.

They are preparing for war

with the white man.

War?

Wait.

Is that thing sterile?

Yes. I make urine on it.

What?

(JOHN SCREAMING)

- War?

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