The Lone Ranger Page #6

(DOOR OPENING)

Rebecca. Feeling better?

Look what Mr. Cole got me, Mama.

Huh!

(CHUCKLES) Danny...

(GASPS) Oh!

COLE:
Well, it was the least I could do

after what you've been through.

You should consider yourself

a lucky woman, Mrs. Reid.

Had Mr. Cole not

come along when he did

with those outlaws,

who knows what manner

of violations might have transpired...

Captain. Captain, please.

The boy.

We're Indebted to you.

COLE:
Oh, no. It is I who is indebted.

Ever since the war, I prayed

that God might send me

a family that I could care for.

And now he has.

Wait.

There's one left.

- I'm sorry?

- REBECCA:
A Ranger.

A Ranger is still alive.

FULLER:
No, ma'am.

My troopers found seven graves.

So, perhaps when you fell

and hit your head...

COLE:
Captain.

If there is a Ranger still alive,

we will scour the countryside

until we find him.

I promise you that.

COLE:
Heavenly Father,

we call upon you in this,

our hour of need.

For you are the shepherd

that shall guide the wanderer

through the desert.

You are the light

that shall be his beacon

in the darkness.

And yours is the mighty sword

that shall strike down his enemies.

For he is on the path of righteousness.

Amen.

(DANNY MIMICKING

TRAIN CHUGGING)

JOHN:
Latham Cole!

CAVALRYMAN 1:
Sir!

Someone's coming in!

CAVALRYMAN 2:
Sentries,

at your posts!

(CAVALRYMEN SHOUTING

INDISTINCTLY)

- Daddy!

- Dan.

We don't know who's out there.

I intend to find out.

JOHN:
Latham Cole!

Wendell, take Mrs. Reid

and her son to the supply car.

For their own safety.

What is it, friend?

(BREATHING HARD)

This is the man you've been looking for.

(GROANING)

COLE:
Butch Cavendish,

just like one of those great lizards

buried in the desert.

The last of a dying breed.

(GROANS)

JOHN:
That's enough.

I brought this man in for justice.

Of course.

Soldier.

I'm just doing my job, Mrs. Reid.

You wanna keep me in this room,

you're gonna have to shoot me.

Is that part of your job?

Whoa!

Danny.

And don't let him leave.

But he's just a boy.

That's right.

Oh.

And he's got a twitchy finger, too.

(COCKING GUN)

(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)

(GROANS)

Stupid white man.

(MUTTERING APPRECIATIVELY)

COLE:
There were rumors

that sustained us.

A lone Ranger,

a masked man. (CHUCKLES)

A ghost, some people said.

And now, here you are.

Flesh and blood.

Civilized society

has no place for a masked man.

COLE:
Of course not.

How can I thank you

for what you've done?

You can stop this war before it's too late.

Comanche didn't attack

those settlements.

It was Butch Cavendish and his gang.

All for this.

COLE:
Butch Cavendish.

In one man,

everything I hate about this country.

No sense of the common good.

No vision.

Come to think of it,

not unlike your brother, Dan.

(REBECCA PANTING)

(GASPS)

Men like that can't accept

what we know to be true.

A man can't stay the same

with the world evolving around him.

Remember me?

But a man can't choose

his brother, can he?

It's almost as if his brother chooses him.

You see, that's what we are.

Me and Butch.

Brothers.

Born in the desert.

All those years ago.

(GUN COCKING)

JOHN:
And now you've come back.

Train tracks.

That's what Dan found

in Indian Territory, isn't it?

He knew there was gonna be a war

and he wouldn't go along with it,

so you had him killed.

Like I said,

no vision.

Stop this train.

Oh, there's no stopping this train, John.

I think you know that.

(GRUNTING)

Danny!

You're not my daddy.

No. Put the gun down, son.

Where's my daddy?

He's dead, Danny.

- He killed him.

- Shut up.

Listen to me, Danny.

You remember me, it's your Uncle John.

You trust me, don't you, Danny?

Look, Danny,

I'm gonna put my gun away, okay?

Nice and slow.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

Shoot him, son.

(DOOR OPENS)

(REBECCA WHIMPERS)

Danny?

Is my daddy dead?

Is he?

Is he?

Just put the gun down.

Please?

Now, just put the gun down.

Captain, arrest these men.

This man is a common criminal

trespassing on railway property.

JOHN:
Comanche never

raided any settlements.

They staged the attacks

so they could violate the treaty.

COLE:
We've heard enough. Captain.

You represent

the United States government.

You do not work for this man!

- COLE:
Captain!

- They started this war!

Well, if what you say is true,

that would mean

I attacked the Comanche for no reason.

COLE:
That's right, Captain.

Slaughter of the innocents.

Their blood on your hands.

Tenfold.

Are you capable of that?

Well, the way I see it,

these men are with the railroad.

So, the question is,

who the hell are you?

(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(SOLDIERS CLAMOURING)

CAVALRYMAN 1:
Clear the track, men!

- Outta the way!

- (GRUNTS)

MINER:
Going to pit!

FULLER:
My God!

Out here, it's just rock.

Put it on a train, it's priceless.

What could you buy with all of that?

A country, Captain.

A great country.

For which our children will thank us.

RAILWAYMAN 1:
Take her ahead!

Line her up!

You're lined up.

- (WORKERS STRAINING)

- RAILWAYMAN 2:
That'll do!

Get these Chinamen out of here!

Move it, move it!

Detail, halt!

Order, up!

Didn't you hear me, Chinaman?

I said, get out!

FULLER:
Port arms!

Please, don't do this.

You'll take care of us, like you said.

You don't have to do this.

FULLER:
Load!

(C*CKS GUN)

I ain't gonna tell you again!

What the hell is that?

Gas. That's gas!

- MAN:
What'd he say?

- (INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

ENGINEER:
Gas! Get out of there!

She's going to blow!

(PANICKED SHOUTING)

Shoulder arms!

I was at Gettysburg.

Twelve-thousand casualties

before lunch.

Know what I learned in all that carnage?

Nothing is accomplished

without sacrifice.

(SPITS)

- Leave her alone!

- Danny!

Nice and easy!

ENGINEER:
Gas! Oh, Lord! Gas!

What the hell?

Gas! Gas! Gas!

Ready!

I'm gonna have to

teach you about respect, aren't I, son?

REBECCA:
No!

Aim!

Fire!

- (GRUNTS)

- Oh!

(ALL EXCLAIM INCREDULOUSLY)

(SOLDIERS YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

What the hell just happened?

(SNARLS)

(LOON CALLING)

(LOON CALLING CONTINUES)

(GROANING)

Get the train moving!

FULLER:
Attack!

Maintain order! To arms!

TONTO:
Hold on, kemosabe.

Tonto?

(MEN SCREAMING)

What was that?

No reason for concern.

FULLER:
Over here! To the guns!

Defensive position!

John!

Rebecca! I'm coming for you!

John!

Rally on me!

(SHOUTS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(WHOOPING)

Lord, save us.

(WHOOPING)

Faster! Now!

Form a firing line!

SOLDIER:
Come this way. Fall in on me.

Hold your positions, gentlemen!

(WHOOPING)

Hold!

Steady!

For God!

And for country!

Fire at will!

(INDIANS SCREAMING)

Tonto? What is that?

Now... must to jump!

Left or right?

Yes!

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

Kerosene?

What are you trying to do?

Blow up the whole mountain?

Trust me. These two have

a hard time staying dead.

- (MUFFLED EXPLOSION)

- (SHRIEKING)

(INDIANS WHOOPING)

Cover the flank!

(YELLING)

(COUGHING)

Mister Tonto?

Mister Tonto?

You mean, they killed all of them?

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