The Legend of the Lone Ranger (1981) Script

You got him! You got him!

Sit down. Get down.

We ain't never going to find that damn little redskin.

When I do, I'm going to scalp him.


The little Injun's somewhere.

Get down.

There's the Reid place. Come on, we're missing it.

The ranch.

The ranch!


Ma! Dad!




Ma! Ma!



Ma! Ma!


Ma! Ma!




Oh, Ma. Why did you...

Why did you have to die?

Though we cannot see those that are dear to us does not mean that they are no longer with us.

Keep your parents alive within you, and their spirits will never die.

While you are here, do not stand apart.

Follow the Indian way.

Be one of us.

Tonto will teach you.

The legend started simply, just a boy without a home.

Taken in by Indians, but still pretty much alone.

He had to struggle with strange customs and his own fears from within.

He learned the wisdom of the forest.

He learned the ways of the wind.

I recognize my familiar voice as a truth bearer that tells me what to do and what is just and which trail to follow... the trail of justice.

Dan? Dan!

Hey, John. Johnny.

Oh, I knew you'd come.

Anyway, Johnny, it's all arranged.

You're gonna go stay with Aunt Martha in Detroit.

Please, Dan, let me stay with you, please.

I belong here.

From this moment, wherever you go, whatever you do, you will always be kemo sabe.

Trusted friend.


Damn dust.

10 to 1 we don't make Del Rio tonight.

Where you want these at?

Wait! Wait!

Wait for what?

Wait for a lady, A lady!

That's worth waiting for, all right.

Are you going to Del Rio?

Sure going to try, ma'am.

Need help?

Thank you. I'll manage.

Get on up the road! Come on, boys!

You manage very well.

Would one of you gentlemen please change places with me?

I can't read riding backwards.

I've been in this seat for three days now, lady.

It's warm and lucky.

I beg your pardon.


Thank you.

John. John Reid.

Thank you, Mr. Reid.

She's a wonderful writer, isn't she?

Are you familiar with her?

Well, actually, I prefer A Century of Dishonor.

I haven't read it.

Well, you should.

You don't ever go blind. Never.

Dark eyeglasses.

Solar spectacles!

This is why I came out west.

To manufacture, you know?

You're a man of vision, sir.


Very good.

So how about you, young man?

I'm an attorney. I'm starting my practice.

A lawyer.

If we didn't have lawyers, we wouldn't have crooks.

You know, I think you're gonna sell a pair of these to everybody in Texas.

Jal I will. I will.

American opportunity, Mr. Reid.

Take advantage.

What the hell was that?


Road agents!

Here's what we're getting paid for, kid!

Get the horse!

Get up in there!

I can't! - Get their goddamn horse!

Indians! Indiana!

Get on up the road!

What the hell is he doing?

He can't outrun them. - But he's gonna try.

He could get us killed.

Get up!



Get on, boy!

Do any of you gentlemen have a gun?

Yes, ma'am. I do.

Well, use it, then!

It's not my fight, lady.

But it's mine. Give it to me!

I'm not a coward.

So much for American opportunity.

Jump on it and stop it!

Get up in there!



Whoa! Whoa.

Let's have the pouch.

We ain't got no gold.

We ain't got no cash box.

The pouch!

Hell, all I got is letters and packages.

They ain't worth it. Them's government papers.

Let's go. - What? Just leave them here?

Them's our orders. - Who's going to tell?

Well, make it fast. - All right.

Come on! - I'm hurrying.

What the hell are you doing in there?

Nothing, nothing! Nothing.

Nothing don't take that long.

But she might.

Kill him! Kill the bandit!

No! - Do it!


I would like to thank you.

Well, you can thank me by telling me your name.

Amy. Amy Striker.

They held up the Overland!

They held up the Overland!

They held up the Overland!

Everybody's been killed! They're all dead!

Del Rio was a town in trouble, a town with a gun in its back, plagued by crimes that just wouldn't stop and cursed with a sheriff who wore black.

So you'd think they'd be suspicious, but simple folks rarely are.

They're willing to trust their law to just about any man who wears a star.


Here's the sheriff.

They killed Shotgun and one of the passengers.

Amy! Amy!

There was five of 'em. This is what's left.

Oh, Amy. Thank God.

Two of them, huh?

Well, they'll each hang twice.

They wore the gray hoods, Sheriff.

Cavendish gang.

They's after these land grants.

Come on.

What's going to happen to those two outlaws?

They're gonna take them to San Anton'

Do you need a deposition?

I don't know.

You got one you want to get rid of?

Oh, Mr. Reid. I'm Lucas Striker.

My uncle.

Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you, sir.

Amy told me what you did.

I just can't thank you enough.

Why, if anything happened to her...

Well, uh, you know, your niece was very courageous, sir.

She never compromised an inch.

Perhaps you might join us for supper tonight?

Thank you. I'd like to, but I can't.

I have to be at the ranger post before dark.

Oh, are you joining the rangers?

No, sir. My brother.

I see.

You shouldn't have come.

You've got an education.

You're a lawyer, for Christ's sakes!

You got a chance to make something out of your life, but this is not the place.

Dan, what's happened? I mean, what's wrong?

You just don't understand.

These are tough times.

John, I got enough hurt in my life without having to worry about you, too.

When I was 10 years old, you sent me away to learn, and I learned.

But the most important thing I learned was that I belong here.

You don't understand.

It's still a frontier.

It forces you to make sacrifices, to make choices.

Your heart can't tell you what to do.

Your gut tells you.

Dan... we're the last of the Reids.

You're my brother.

Can't you understand that you don't belong here?

Dan, I've come home, and my gut tells me that I'm going to stay.


One day she just packed up, took Danny back to Richmond.

Well, maybe she'll change her mind.


Not till we make it safe out here.

Safe so a man can raise a family and provide for them.

But I don't know.

This territory is endless.

That just may be impossible.

Bastards come out of nowhere, strike... and just disappear.

I don't even know where they hole up.

Who's that?

The Cavendish gang.


They're the ones who robbed the stage.

Cavendish don't rob stages.

Cavendish robs ranches.

They've been grabbing land, driving the owners off, robbing, killing, burning.

Who is this Cavendish?

Butch Cavendish.

Butch for butcher.

Major in the Union Army, dishonorably discharged.

Grant court-martialed him right after the Battle of Chattanooga.

Now he's heading an outlaw army in Texas.

Well... you know you'll get him.

You going to see him when he comes out here?



Grant's coming out here.

He's going to hunt buffalo, make speeches.

Everybody in the whole town's going to turn out there and wave little flags at him.


I'd like to piss on him.

He's the President of the United States.

He's a liar and a drunk.

Piss on the President. Piss on the Cabinet.

They ain't going to help us out here, you know.

In Texas, robbers are outlaws.

In Washington... robbers are elected.

Ain't that right?

Huh, little brother?


Well, it is.

I don't want to talk about it anymore.

Butch Cavendish lived undisturbed, waging his private war, and men who made mistakes were simply men he could not afford.

Some say he was a monster, and others called him mad.

Let's just say Butch Cavendish was everything that's bad.


Dale Wesley Stillwell and Robert Edward Gattlin, it is the finding of this military tribunal that you are in violation of the articles of war, and your undisciplinary conduct resulted in the failure of a military objective.

Therefore, it is the pronouncement of this tribunal that you be executed by firing squad forthwith.

Mr. Perlmutter. - Sir?

Carry out the orders of the tribunal.

Yes, sir.


And load.

Major Cavendish, sir.

What is it?

Well, sir, it seems to me, sir, that they just did what most men would've done.

I have no room for ordinary men, Mr. Wiatt.

We are on a course that will alter the history of this country.

Men who do not obey orders for the sake of their own personal gains...

are a clear and present danger to my plan.

Do I make myself understood?

Yes, sir, you do.

Proceed, Mr. Perlmutter.

Yes, sir.


Assume the firing position!




¡Mira, miral

It's really exciting, isn't it?

Dan, there's somebody I'd like you to meet.

Come on.

Lucas. - Hello, Captain.

Good to see you. - Nice to see you.

Good evening, Mr. Reid.

Captain, this is my niece Amy.

She's on her way to San Francisco.

How do you do?

Well, John's told me a lot about you.

I read your article in the paper this morning.

Oh, did you like it?

Well, it made me sound like a hero.

I enjoyed your editorial about Cavendish, Mr. Striker.

Thank you.

If more folks laid it on the table like you, we could put an end to him.

We'll stop him, Captain.

Which reminds me, I've got to get tomorrow's edition out. So if you'll excuse me?

Do you need me to help?

Oh, no, Amy. Stay here and have a good time.

Gentlemen, good night.

Nice party.


Isn't it?

Uh, yeah... yes, ma'am.

All this talking makes me dry.

It was very nice to have met you, Miss Amy.

Oh, it was my pleasure, Captain.

Nice party.

You said that already.

I did, didn't I?

I have a feeling you're going to be a very important lawyer.

I just want to make sure the West has an honest system of justice.

Oh, you sound just like my uncle.


Oh, you remembered.

A Century of Dishonor.

Thank you.

I'd like you to keep it.

I will.

Will you write me and tell me how you like San Francisco?

Yes, of course.

Maybe you could... send some articles or stories that you've written.

Of course.

So I guess this is good-bye.

For now.

Maybe we should go back.

Amy, I...

I think we should go back.

Captain Reid! Captain Reid!

Captain Reid!


What happened?

El periodico.

The Dispatch.

Get the horses.

¡Ai, carambal

Amy, wait here.

Uncle Lucas.

Uncle Lucas!

No. No.

Please, no. - Amy, Amy.

Uncle Lucas.

All he lived for was his newspaper.

Collins! - There's tracks, sir!

Six riders, heading north.

Mount up.

I wish I had an answer for you, Amy.

John, where the hell are you going?

With you.

Well, let's get 'em.

Please come back.

Well, this is about right.

I got my best party shirt on for something like this?

Look at Lopez. Don't hear him griping.

He had every swirling chiquita in the place wanting to marry him.

Now he's out here riding with us for glory and God and Texas.

Hey, Stephenson, why don't you swallow that damn stinking cigar?

Yeah, I could, but it sure keeps my nose warm.

I'm beginning to strongly dislike this Cavendish fellow.

Yeah. I wonder if he knows the rangers are riding right up his ass.

A great place for a picnic.

Where the hell are we?

Bryant's Gap.

Captain, you want I should ride up ahead, take a look?

Yeah, okay, Collins, but you watch yourself.

Always do, Captain.

Get over there, Tex.

Good boy.

Wait till you meet my kid.

You're going to love him.

Not if he's anything like you.

Well, he is.

Spitting damn image.


No, thanks.

You don't know what you're missing.

His mother's gonna let him come out and visit for Christmas.

You really miss him, don't you?


Look, uh... if anything was ever to happen to me...

I want you to check on him for me.

Nothing's going to happen to you.

If it was gonna happen, it would have happened a long time ago.


Yeah, I suppose.

But just the same, you know, would you? In case?


You know how a boy needs a father.


What's this for?

It's for you.

You can't be shooting outlaws without it.

You should know that.

There's Collins.

Mount up.

Where is he now?

Let's get the hell out of here.

Ain't no pass here now!

Go back!

We got to get out the other way!

The other way!

Come on!


Hi, kid.

How do you like being a ranger?

More than anything.

Yeah, great life, ain't it?



I've been a ranger longer than you've been alive.

Been in San Anton' with big Sam Houston.

Fought alongside McCullough in the Mexican War.

Rode with Kit Carson and John Coffee Hays.

All those years, kid, I learned one thing.

What was that?

It ain't the bullet that gets you.

It's the fall.

John! John!


Dan! - Stay down, John!





Oh. Oh, Dan.

At least this time we were together.


Weren't we?


Weren't we, little brother?

No, Dan.



Pick up the hymn books, boys.

It's all over.


Yes, sir.

Go down and check the bodies.

Sir, couldn't you send somebody else, sir?

You rode with them.

Well, yes, sir, I did, but...


One thing about that Cavendish, he knew how to set a trap.

And he finished off the rangers that day in Bryant's Gap.

And Collins had to check them all till Butch was satisfied.

Dead men lying everywhere, and bloody brothers side by side.

It'd seem too coincidental if the only survivor wasn't wounded.

Yes, sir, Major.

Maybe they'll give you a medal.

Dan. Dan!


Kemo sabe.


Kemo sabe.



And Tonto recognized John Reid by the amulet he wore.

But John had once saved Tonto's life, so this evened up the score.

Tonto had to hide his friend and keep him out of town

'cause if Butch had known that one ranger lived, he was sure to hunt him down.

The white man has made many promises to us, yet they keep only one.

They promised to take our land from us, and they took it.

You see the suffering and the misery they bring to your people, yet you bring one to us to nurse back to health.

Tonto, why?

Nobody has reason to fill their hearts with hatred for the white man more than I.

He's taken from me my wife and my child, but the man I brought here is my brother.

And I will protect his life with my own if I have to.

And if I'm wrong and he proves to be an enemy, then I, Tonto, will decorate my lance with his white man's hair.

But until that day comes, let him not be judged by his color, but by his heart as a man and a friend.

What is it that brings two friends together or sends the waves to the sand?

And what is it that drives a creature of nature to reach out to the world of man?

Just such a creature was this great white horse, as wise and as wild as a runaway, and the moment John first laid eyes on him, he swore he'd ride him someday.

Maybe you need a bigger target, like a sleeping buffalo.

Try this.

A silver bullet.

It's more accurate.

Tribal chiefs first used silver on their arrows.

It makes them fly longer and straighter.

Silver is pure.

It's been a symbol of justice and purity since the year of the sun.

Well, good morning.

Look at him.

He shines like the moon.

Like silver.


Easy, boy.



Easy, boy.

That's a boy.

Easy, Silver.



Easy, boy.


Good boy.


When I found you, I was searching for the men that raided my village.

I seek right.

I will not be herded like soldier's sheep from pen to pen or issued my food and clothing by government agents.

I am man and am free to die for what I feel.

And the day might not be many winter counts away when all men will be brothers.

A new Indian nation will come out of this time of change, strong and proud and united.

Well, then, let brother ride with brother.

If I am to find Cavendish, I can no longer appear as John Reid.

Cavendish and his men must think that all the rangers were killed in the massacre, and only then will I be free to avenge my brother's death.

We will go back to Bryant's Gap and dig one more grave.

John Reid will... be buried with his brother and the rangers forever.

I swear to you, Dan, no matter how long it takes, no matter where they are, I will find them.

What Cavendish and men like him owe you, they will pay in full.

There will be justice in the West.

To this, my brother, I pledge my life.

Hi-yo, Silver!

Now John Reid was just a memory.

The masked man had taken his place.

But that doesn't mean his heart wasn't touched when he saw Amy Striker's face.

Amy had stayed to do her uncle's work and to keep his dreams alive, but unless the masked man could find Cavendish, true justice would never survive.

You're too late, mister.

Some old bar dog got all of my money.

The brave survivor of Bryant's Gap.

That's right.

What was it like?

It was like hell.


I don't know who it was.

Why are you wearing a mask?

Because I'm in hiding... like you are.

What are you getting at, mister?

I want you to take me to Cavendish.

How would I know Cavendish?

You led the rangers to him.

And now you're going to lead me to him.

No, see, you got it all wrong.

I'm a big hero around here.

Isn't that right?

What did they promise you?

Was it money? Land?

What was worth having your friends slaughtered?

You're crazy.

And I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

You know what I'm talking about.

Where is he?

I don't know Cavendish.

Why did he set up the rangers?

I know what happened there.

For Christ's sake, mister. L... I can't.

You can, and you will.

Collins, tell me.

The train.

What train?

The train. He wants the train.

The masked man.

Looks like you're going to hang alone.

Coal tender... soldier's car, club car, presidential car.

Are we clear, gentlemen?

Yes, sir.

Whitloff and Richardson.

Yes, sir.


Eastman and Neeley.

Yes, sir.

Gentlemen, the President.

String him up! - He was a hero!

That's no way for him to die after what he went through!

Well, he's civilized for an Indian!

What kind of law do they understand?

Swift, short, and certain!

Let's string him up!

Wald's bringing them here.

Just like he said.

Hey, Crazy Horse, you're on your way to the Happy Hunting Grounds.

They look like a herd of buffalo.

They're going to be tough to control.

Order! Order!

Don't get in the way, Wiatt. We're taking the Indian.

Now just step aside. - Now, you listen to me.

Two or three of you want to go in there and get him, that's all right.

I don't want the rest of you dirtying up the place.

You, you, and you, go get him.

There's only one kind of good Indian.

I don't guess anyone stopped to ask what Tonto was guilty of.

That didn't stop them from wanting to see him swinging high above.

But Tonto showed no sign of fear, and he held onto a fervent hope that the masked man wouldn't let his blood brother hang from the end of a rope.

This is for Eddie Collins.

Those Cavendish boys had been working real hard going over each step of their plan.

Meanwhile, old Butch was mighty disturbed by reports of a strange masked man.

But he wouldn't let rumors mess up his scheme.

So he set out on his final campaign.

He and his boys rode to the rendezvous with President Grant's private train.

Miss Striker! Miss Striker!

Yes, Manuel?

There's a padre wants to see you in the church right away.

Father Monteleone?

No! Another padre.

He said it was very important, and I promised that I would bring you.

Well... in that case, I'd best go see what he wants.

You must have done something real bad, Miss Striker.

More coffee, sir?

Thank you. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Oh! General. Come in, come in!

Gentlemen, gentlemen, I'd like you to meet our new guest, General Aurelio Rodriguez.

He's joining us for the hunt.

Mr. President. - General.

I'd like to introduce the legendary Wild Bill Hickok!

Oh, Señor Hickok.

How do you do, sir?

Right there is the famous Buffalo Bill Cody.

Howdy, General.

Señor Buffalo.

And you know, of course, Brigadier George Armstrong Custer.



Sit down, General.

Armstrong, move over there.

Let the general sit, or I'll send you up to Montana.

You sent for me, Father?

Yes, my child.

Your writings, they are very brave but dangerous.

What do you mean, Father?

In my travels, I have met a man who wears a mask but is dedicated to law and order.

He wants you to know that he will not stop until he has brought Cavendish and his men to justice.

Well, until he finds Cavendish, I shall simply continue with my writings.

No, you must not.

You will be hurt.

In here, quickly. Please.

You see, Father, I cannot stop my writing.

It is my only weapon.

It is all I have.

I understand.

Thank you, Father.

I am most grateful for your concern.

Now, with respect, you must excuse me.

I'm on my way to a meeting for President Grant's arrival.

The President?

Yes. He's arriving here on the afternoon train.



Although I suspect the children are more eager to see Buffalo Bill than they are to see the President.

My God!

What is the matter, Father?

You should have gone to San Francisco.

What did you say?

I must go.


The masked man?

Trust him.




The Del Rio is the next stop, Mr. President.

I want to be there and gone in three minutes, not a breath more.

Yes, Mr. President.

Where the hell is Del Rio?

Gentlemen, look what I have to put up with.

Well, I'll leave you on your own.

I have to rewrite that speech for whatever the name of that town is.


Right turnabout.

Which way?

Through the gorge. We'll save hours.

Let's go, Silver.

Come on, Scout.

The next time we play poker in Mexico, yes?

No, I don't think so.

Ah, gentlemen. Come in, come in.

Sit down, gentlemen. Sit down.

Now listen to this, see how you like it.

"And I, as your president,"

"am ready to defend the lives"

"of American citizens at any cost."

How do you like it?

Sounds damn good, sir.

Look, when I was out here three years ago, these hills were black with buffalo.

I've been here three days, I haven't seen a single one.

Cody, what happened to them?

I shot 'em.

Now, here, here, gentlemen.

The plight of the buffalo and the American Indian, in these times, is no laughing matter.

Now, with that, you'll excuse me.

I think I'll take a short nap.

Mr. President. - Mr. President.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.



The train.

Let's go, Silver.

Switch it.

I am Major Bartholomew Cavendish, and you, Mr. President, are my prisoner.

So Cavendish had pulled it off and vanished without firing a shot.

The masked man and Tonto had to move fast and ride while his trail was still hot.

They didn't know what he intended to do, but the life at stake was President Grant's.

Perhaps Butch would hold him.

Perhaps Butch would kill him.

They just couldn't take that chance.

Tell me one thing.

Are you here to rescue Grant or to get Cavendish?

I signed your court-martial?

I don't remember.

What happened wasn't my fault.

Never is.

I got that at Shiloh.

Cavalry Major's.

It was his last glorious charge.

Poor bastard.

Look around you, sir.

Do you see chaos, discontent?

Or do you see respect and order?

I hadn't really noticed.

You and the United States will notice my country, the Republic of New Texas.

The manifest destiny of the United States will be impaired only slightly.

Major Cavendish, you are a diseased son of a bitch.

I'd like your opinion.


No, thank you.

"To Mr. Hamilton Fish, Secretary of State."

"Dear sir,"

"Whereas the government of the United States"

"has failed to provide proper protection"

"for American citizens,"

"and whereas it has failed to provide honest leadership"

"nd moral courage..."


"let it be known that I, Major Bartholomew Cavendish,"

"firmly resolve to hold the President"

"of the United States as my prisoner"

"until I am deeded sovereign right of ownership"

"to the lands of Texas specified in this document."

"Furthermore, I demand that these lands be granted to me"

"by an irrevocable act of the Congress of the United States"

"no later than 30 days after the date set above,"

"or the life of Ulysses S. Grant shall be forfeit."

Sign as witness, please.

Very good.

You think so?

Yes, marvelous.

But 30 days is too long to give 'em.

I'd change that.

They'll dicker and debate and scratch their indecisive asses, and by the time they sober up, I'll be dead.

You may be right.

Well... it'll be interesting to see.

Wake up, Sheriff.

Where's the President?

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

He's in the next room.

I don't know how in the hell you got in here, but you...

Mr. President.

Yes? - Excuse me, sir.

Eh, Christ! Now what?

We're here to help.

You don't look like someone who could help me, and neither does he.

Here's a gun.

Trust us, sir.

We're going to get you out of here.

Follow me, sir.

This way.

Light the fuses.

Damn me! The horses!

The horses are loose!

The horses!

Soak up lead, you sons of bitches!

The horses! The horses!

Jesus, what was that? - What's going on?

Let me get my pants on. We'll see.

Come on! Let's go see!

How'd they get in here? - Where's my horse?

Hey, where the hell you going and leaving me?

You're safer here, Mr. President.

Yeah, but I can help ya! I've been in a few battles myself, son!

Now you're President, so keep your head down.


Come on, boys! Go get them!

Come on!

Get 'em all! Every one!

Let's get the hell out of here.

Come on, boys!

Do it!

Your sins will be paid for in the fires of hell.

Take him away. - Yes, sir.

May I know, sir, to whom am I so indebted?

Mr. President, please allow me to remain anonymous.

I hope you'll understand.

Well, I respect your dedication, and I will honor your request.

Tonto, I thank you and I salute you.

Thank me by honoring your treaties with my people.

Yes. We will try. You have my word.

Mr. President.

May God ride with you.

Who is that masked man?

Hi-yo, Silver!


Hi-yo, Silver!


With his friend Tonto, the daring and resourceful masked rider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early Western United States.

Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice.

The Lone Ranger rides againl