The Lone Ranger Page #7

The Indians, the settlers...

Dan?

For silver?

JOHN:
You were right.

There is no justice.

Cole controls everything.

The railroad, the Cavalry,

everything.

If men like him represent the law,

I'd rather be an outlaw.

That is why

you wear the mask.

(HORSE NEIGHS)

Something very wrong with that horse.

(PLAYING MARCHING TUNE)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)

COLFAX:
Ladies and gentlemen,

we are here today to celebrate a dream.

And now I'd like to introduce the man

who made that dream a reality.

Chairman of the Transcontinental

Railroad Corporation,

Mr. Lewis Habberman the Third.

Thank you!

But I cannot take credit alone.

No, sir.

The working men before you

deserve your applause!

- Yes!

- (CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

As does one man in particular,

and a more dedicated, loyal employee

the railroad could not ask for,

Mr. Latham Cole!

(CHEERING)

- Come on.

- MAN 1:
Good man.

MAN 2:
Bravo, sir.

HABBERMAN:
Mr. Cole!

A testament of our thanks.

SHAREHOLDER:
Cheers!

(CHEERING AND WHISTLING)

(BOTH PANTING)

WILL:
You missed something.

Where did you get the explosives?

I told you.

No, you didn't.

But you had a plan. I mean,

he didnt get away with it?

We had plan.

It was good plan.

(ALL SCREAMING)

This is a damn bank robbery!

(ALL CHEERING)

Oh, Mr. Habberman,

if you and the other shareholders

would like to follow me,

I have a little surprise for you.

Ah!

(CHUCKLES)

(MUFFLED EXPLOSION)

(CROWD GASPS)

Oh, my.

What was that?

Tunneling for supply routes.

Nothing to be concerned about.

This way, gentlemen.

Bring the girl.

(DOOR OPENS)

He's coming for you.

Just like Frank said.

What you got makes them Reid boys

so hot under the collar, anyway?

Maybe I'll have a taste and find out.

The men around this table represent

the finest families in our country

as well as controlling interest

in the Transcontinental

Railway Corporation.

SHAREHOLDERS:
Hear, hear!

COLE:
What you cannot know

is that over the past six months,

I have leveraged a position

which will make me

the majority shareholder

when this company is

listed Monday morning

on the New York City Stock Exchange.

In essence, gentlemen, you work for me.

Have you lost your mind?

Do you have any idea the cost?

Each one of those freight cars contains

4.5 tons of purest raw silver.

When it reaches the bank

in San Francisco,

that's 65 million dollars.

It's what you might call

a hostile takeover.

You can keep the watch.

Have you checked the undercarriage?

- Check it again.

- SOLDIER:
Yes, sir.

MAN:
(WOLF-WHISTLES)

Pleasure to see you, Red!

(RED MUTTERING ANGRILY)

Oh!

FULLER:
May I be of some

assistance to you, madam?

Seems I have a run in my stocking.

Ivory.

SOLDIER:
Hurry up with them grapes.

Shh!

Make trade.

SOLDIER:
Hey, boy!

Boy, I'm talking to you!

(URGING HORSES)

Hey! You can't leave that here!

Mr. Cole's pickles. Take it up with him.

This Is an outrage!

I, for one, am not gonna sit here

and negotiate with one of my employees.

Then, let's get down to it, shall we?

(ALL GASP IN SHOCK)

(GROANING)

My gluteus!

Gentlemen, our chairman

has had to take

- a sudden leave of absence.

- (SCREAMING)

Any nominations?

I nominate Mr. Latham Cole.

I accept.

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(BAND PLAYING NATIONAL ANTHEM)

(CROWD SINGING ALONG)

FULLER:
It's magnificent.

So clean.

You want to touch it?

Oh, yes.

Attention!

About face!

RED:
Everyone wants to touch it.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Robbery.

We don't have no money here, boy.

Train robbery.

A little higher.

How high does it go?

Almost there.

CROWD:
(SINGING) ...land of the free

and the home of the brave

(CROWD CLAMOURING)

Um...

Mr. Cole?

They're stealing my train.

Get the horses!

Right

there!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

What are you waiting for? To the engine!

Stop that train!

(BLOWING TRAIN HORN)

Shoot him, you idiot.

- No, Danny's in there!

- COLE:
That's an order!

Mama!

SOLDIER:
I've been shot!

- There he is, men!

- (HORSE NEIGHING)

(SHOUTING)

John!

(URGES HORSE)

John!

(URGING HORSE)

Come on!

(GUN FIRING)

(GRUNTING)

(SHRIEKS)

(SCREAMING)

Get me close!

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)

(URGING HORSE)

The Ranger! He's on the roof!

How many times

do I have to tell you to kill that Ranger?

I told you he'd come.

(GRUNTING)

Adis, Counselor!

John!

(URGING HORSE)

(NEIGHING)

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

Dance, monkey! Dance!

Oh! Ooh!

Danny!

(PASSENGERS SCREAMING)

(YELLING)

(PANTING)

JOHN:
Butch Cavendish!

(GUN CLICKING)

Let her go!

If you Insist.

(SCREAMS)

Go ahead.

John?

She tends to land on her feet.

John! (SHRIEKS)

Oh!

What you gonna do, Counselor?

Shoot me? (LAUGHING)

That's right.

(GUN CLICKS)

Guess I cut out

the wrong brother's heart.

(SCOFFING) Don't tell me.

You boxed in law school.

(CHUCKLING)

What the hell?

As a matter of fact, I did.

(SNARLING)

(YELPING)

(INDISTINCT SCREAMING

AND PLEADING)

Where is girl?

What? Where's the silver?

What are you...

(GRUNTING)

End of the line.

We've been here before, haven't we?

Easy.

Where did you say

that train was headed?

The future?

(LAUGHING SCORNFULLY)

Well, this here train,

she going straight to hell.

(GRUNTS)

You know something, Butch?

I believe you're right.

Enjoy the ride!

(SNARLS)

Huh?

(SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

Hey!

(GROANS)

Wrong brother?

Not today.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

COLE:
Time's up, Indian.

Uncle John!

(URGING HORSE)

Pretty soon, no one will even know

you people were here.

I'm a Spirit Walker.

I can't miss.

(GROANS)

All these years,

I think you are windigo.

But, no.

You are just another white man.

Who are you?

Bad trade.

WILL:
You let him get away?

No.

The bridge.

What bridge?

Oh, my.

"Bad trade."

(SCREAMING)

(GURGLING)

(METAL CREAKING)

(PLAYING MARCH)

Ladies and gentlemen,

(CLEARS THROAT)

as Chairman of the

Transcontinental Railroad,

I'd like to express our gratitude

to this masked man,

this Lone Ranger.

- MAN:
Hear, hear.

- (APPLAUSE)

Come on, come on. (CLEARS THROAT)

A small token of our thanks.

(CROWD APPLAUDS

AND MURMURS APPRECIATIVELY)

There will be plenty more

where that came from.

Always nice to have a lawman

on the side of progress.

Time to take off the mask, son.

Not yet.

(WHISTLES)

I can't stay.

I know.

But if that badge

ever starts to weigh on you,

well, you know where to find us.

Train's headed west.

There's nothing

holding you here anymore.

It's my home.

JOHN:
You're not a boy

any more, Danny.

Your daddy would be proud.

You take care of your mama.

I thought I'd call him Silver.

Silver?

It is a good name.

You know, it isn't really a trade

unless both parties agree.

Who would really trade

a watch for some bird seed?

Bird cannot tell time, kemosabe.

"Kemosabe." Yeah, about that.

Look, I was thinking,

if we're gonna be outlaws,

I'm gonna need a better name.

I was thinking, "The Mask of Justice."

TONTO:
No.

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