All language subtitles for The Lone Ranger - El llanero solitario (1956) 2

When the factories first
began to send

Their pall of smoke over the
cities,

And farmlands in the east
offered only the barest living.

Americans turned their faces
toward the west.

They poured into the new
territories by thousands.

Bringing their household goods,

Fording the mighty rivers and
climbing the mountains.

Fighting Indians and outlaws.
Praying, toiling, dying.

It was a hard land, a hostile
land.

Only the strong survived. A new
American breed, the pioneer.

In this forge, upon this anvil,
was hammered out a man who
became a legend.

A man who hated thievery and
oppression.

His face masked, his true name
unknown,

He thundered across the West
upon a silver white stallion.

Appearing out of nowhere to
strike down injustice or
outlawry,

And then vanishing as
mysteriously as he came.

His sign was a silver bullet.
His name was, The Lone Ranger.

Tonto, boundary markers.

That's Indian reservation
Kemosabe. Taboo for white man.

We can't go any further.
Come on.

Out of the frying pan and
into the fire.

Don't worry about this mask,
it's on the side of the law.

Sure. Anyway, you won't get
much.

All I got is one small herd, and
them Redskins sure cut it up.
You catch up with them?

Them go onto reservation, we
not able to follow.

Like every time.
Does this happen often?

Mister they come across that
boundary line,

Soon as they run out of meat.
Only this time I saw 'em.

But they saw me too.

Kemosabe, you notice
something strange about Indians?

Yes Tonto, they all had
saddles.

Why not, they do enough
stealing around here

If you excuse the word.

Wouldn't want to insult a couple
of fellows that just saved my
life.

Well, I told you I'm not a
bandit.

But if you'd like to be
grateful, you won't talk about
seeing us.

We'd appreciate that.

Easiest thing I do is keep my
mouth shut.

Good.

You can use my horse. Give me a
hand with the saddle.

Excuse me, Mister. You better
take cover for the next

Couple of days. We got a sheriff
that's out of his means.

Why only for the next few
days?

Well, some real high muckity
mucks coming out this way.

Might make Sheriff Kimberly sort
of edgy.

How high?

Governor of this territory,
that's how high.

Coming to visit the Kilgore
Ranch,

And that's a special place for
you to keep clear of.

You wouldn't like the climate.

Thanks.

Mighty nice to see you
Governor. I'm Reese Kilgore.

Delighted Mr. Kilgore. Hope
you had no trouble on the road.

Were we really in danger from
Indians, Mister Kilgore?

My secretary Mr Clive, thinks
you warned us about that, just
to put spice into the journey.

Well, you're safe Governor,
and that's all that matters.

Thank you, thank you very
much.

Governor, may I present Mr
Abernathy, President of the Bank
of Persada.

Your excellency.

Delighted, sir.

This is Reverend Purty,
Mr. Beecham, Doctor Bailey,

Joe Brach, Bob Benson. This is
our Sheriff Kimberly.

You carry a name highly
respected out here, Sheriff!

Thank you, Governor.

John Mollow, Bureau of Indian
Affairs.

We must have a talk soon.
Excuse me, Governor.

Here's a man you have to meet!
Chip Walker,

First white man to step foot in
the territory.

Well, I'm delighted.
Proud to meet you Sir.

I expected to find you a much
older man, Mr. Kilgore.

Oh, why?

I don't know. I suppose
because of your position in
these parts,

Your wealth, influence.

Well, out here Governor, you
have to get a pretty fast start.

You see in these parts, your
chances of growing old may not
always be too good.

Governor, allow me to present
Mrs. Kilgore.

Governor, it's a real
pleasure.

And my daughter Lyla, a real
westerner.

Born here, and raised here, and
able to prove it.

How do you do Ms Lyla.
How do you do.

All right ladies and
gentlemen, here he is.

The man who's doing the most to
make this territory a state in
the union.

Our territorial Governor!

Yay!

Governor!

When Mr. Kilgore graciously
invited me to his ranch for some
hunting,

I gladly accepted the
opportunity

To renew my acquaintance, with
this great territory of ours.

I know we have certain problems.

Once again, Indians and white
men are watching each other over
their gun sites.

We must put an
end to that.

We must establish
reason, justice, and peace.

Because only then, can I stand
before the congress in
Washington,

And say what I say to you now.
This territory must and shall
become a state.

I continue to presell for
statehood along with the others

Governor, but it's only because
I don't want to discourage them.

Frankly, I just can't see our
being granted statehood.

Not for so long as Indian
troubles keep us looking like a
raw frontier.

Mr. Kilgore, we have a denial
from Mr. Muller, the Indian
agent.

What does Muller know about
it?

Redhawk's young men come
climbing down

Off that reservation, any night
they please.

They steal calves, broncos,
anything they can lay their
hands on.

Is there any evidence to
prove these charges?

Well Mr. Clive, when a man
finds one of his best calves
butchered out on the range,

And the best parts have been cut
away and only moccasin tracks
around it, that's evidence.

Governor, the reservation is
too close to town.

Up to now, they've only
killed our cattle.

But what if they start
in on us again?

These people can't see why
they can't

Move these Indians further
north, to another reservation.

Mr. Kilgore, we've signed a
peace treaty with them.

They've broken it, Governor.

Come in Cassidy. Governor,
this is my foreman, Cassidy.

Good evening.

Found mountain lion tracks
over at Cottonwood Springs.

Fresh trail?
About an hour old.

Well, there you are sir,

Didn't I promise you some good
hunting? We've got a big cat.

I want to go too!

No, Lyla. Reese, you wouldn't
let her go.

Well, it, it's just that she's
such a little girl.

We'll start before daybreak.

Not this time, little bitty. In
a year or two, maybe.

I brought Mrs. Kilgore here, out
from the East.

She still hasn't quite been able
to get used to us.

You see back east you wouldn't
be wearing pants,

You'd learn to curtsy and to
embroider.

You'd no more think of letting
the sun touch your face,

Than you'd handle the business
end of a branding iron.

I'm gonna brand a calf this
roundup.

You are, huh? I've got a big
outfit here, Governor.

You've only seen a corner of it.

And this is the youngster, who
someday is gonna be able to
run it.

I'm raising her to be
equal of the job.

Did you have to humiliate me
before the Governor?

Go to bed.

I know how bitter you are
about me, how disappointed.

But, why can't we try to make
the best of it?

I'm doing that.

Are you? Staring for hours
every evening at a mountain you
can't have.

Bringing up Lyla the
way you do.

Will you please go to bed?

Reese, you can't
make a boy of her.

It may be what you wanted, but
it's not what we have.

I think I know what I'm
doing.

And so do I.

Now look, it isn't our fault
you're unhappy here.

Lots of people are happy.
You just don't fit.

You hate the smell of animals,
the smell of leather,

The wind, the Indians,
everything you see.

Talk about being afraid.

What aren't you afraid of?
You make me afraid.

Oh, no. You brought it out
here with you,

Under a pretty face and a lot
of airs.

And you want a hand in
raising the only child we could
have.

Could you put a coal on its
feet, if it fell down?

You couldn't even outsmart a
digger Indian.

Well, I'm training
her to handle what I leave her.

And I'm telling you for the last
time, not to interfere.

Hi. It's time I told you.

My coming out here to go hunting
is purely a cover-up.

Sir?

I accepted Kilgore's
invitation,

Because it would enable me to
meet, that a certain man.

What man, when were these
arrangements made?

Governor, I should handle these
things for you. For your
protection!

Keep your voice down. Clive,
different problems

Require different measures. This
region is a hotbed of trouble,
and to think of form and.

But Governor, don't you
realize it may be dangerous?

Nevertheless, I have my work
to do.

Tomorrow morning, I'm
going to slip off from the
hunting party.

I want you to see to it that no
one comes looking for me.

I must meet this man, Clive. And
I must meet him on his own
terms.

Yes, sir.

Good morning Padre.
We are honored your
excellency.

It is I who am honored.
Has he arrived?

The sun is truly hot today,
would you like to rest in our
library?

What sort of person is he
Padre,

You must know him well. Only you
were able to arrange this.

We do not have a great many
books,

But in a library, there is
always something of interest.

I'm sorry, I expected to meet
somebody else in here.

Nobody here but me.

Guess the Governor's mansion's a
long way from Indian country.

You live out here Governor, you
got to be able to read signs,
fast and sure.

A silver bullet?
Yep, that's my credentials.

The sign of the Lone Ranger?

That's right.

Why isn't he here?

Must we have all this mystery.
I'm the Governor, I need his
help.

Got to do your talking
through me Governor. That's why
I'm here.

Sit! Take a load off your spine.
Like the fellow says, sometimes
polishing your britches,

Gets your further than
blistering your feet. Pretty
good, eh?

I'm here because I felt the
Ranger was the

Only man I could trust to give
me a fair,

Impartial report on what's
causing the trouble out here.

Looks like you had friends
aplenty, when you come to the
Kilgore range.

How's a politician to know
who's telling him the truth?

May well be that Kilgore's
solution is the only one
possible.

Move Red Hawk and his people
away from any contact with
the ranchers,

Settle them on
another reservations.

Just means breaking another
promise to them Indians.

That ought to come easy by now.

I have a feeling there's more
to

This situation than just
friction between white and
Indian.

Might be, Governor, this is a
rich territory!

Rich for the white man, rich for
Indian.

Sometimes a fellow forgets the
goodies he has in his own
pockets,

And does a little snooping into
another fellows. Could be some
of that going on.

Whatever it is, I cannot come
before the Congress

And plead for statehood until
it's cleared up. Tell that to
the Ranger.

Yep, I'll tell him.

I must be able to show the
Congress a territory

At peace with itself, ready to
join the union. This territory
isn't ready now.

Governor, you're as right as
rain. Well, adios-y.

Looks like a fine horse.
Very fine.

I'd like to buy him.
Him belong to friend.

I'd pay a good price.
My friend not sell him.

Money has been known to
change a man's mind.

Him not like other horses.

One time him fight buffalo, kill
buffalo.

But him hurt bad. Maybe die.

Kemosabe find him, not let him
die. Long time now, them be
friend.

Kemosabe?

That my friend. Indian word
mean, trusty scout. Him name
Silver.

Silver? The Lone Ranger's
horse.

How are you Governor?

Well sir, I'm glad to see
you.

I've been telling my troubles to
that somewhat quaint friend of
yours in there.

Huh, quaint friend It isn't
what a man looks

Like on the outside, it's what
he has in his heart!

Why, you're the old
prospector!

That's right.
But why?

Governor, I learned a long
time ago,

It's wise to know a man before
you place any trust in him.

But then you won't mind my
asking a few questions?

Of course not. Let me tell
you a brief story.

It's about my brother.

He was one of the finest men
that ever lived.

We were rangers in the same
company, he was a captain.

Then one day, we were ambushed
by outlaws. Shot down like
cattle in a pen.

Tonto happened along, found me
with still a spark of life.

We've been riding together
ever since.

But, why the mask?

Governor, outlaws live in a
lonesome world.

A world of fear, fear of the
mysterious.

I made this mask
from my dead brother's clothing.

I've worked from behind
it ever since.

I'll wear this mask, until
justice has been dealt to the
last murderer and outlaw.

I hope that answers your
questions.

It does. Thank you!
Goodbye sir.

Wait, when can I expect to
hear from you?

When there's no longer any
trouble around here,

Or when there's too much. I
think you'd better get back to
the ranch.

I'm sure Mr. Kilgore will be
waiting for you.

Adios.

Greetings red brother.

Redhawk, you know that Tonto
and I ride for justice.

For peace with honor between the
white man and red.

I will not listen to anything
but the truth.

We not steal cattle.

Arrows, found in cattle.

Indians have been seen riding
horses with saddles.

Young braves not break
treaty.

Your braves are angry, Red
Hawk.

Perhaps they do these things,
and their Chief does not know.

Them know how Red Hawk
punish.

Better die quick, than be
punished for break treaty.

Them angry because white man
talk with two tongue.

Make treaty, promise not go on
reservation.

Not go near Spirit Mountain.
But he go!

Spirits of Indian God,

Rest on mountain. Them say, not
come on mountain.

Not break sleep. If break sleep,
all go in fire.

Why should the white man
break this taboo?

A Ranchers wouldn't dishonor
their treaty,

Just to go hunting. Have you
seen them, Red Hawk?

Who saw them, if Indians cannot
go close?

Him see in medicine.

Strong medicine tell.

If this medicine man can see
who dares to ride on Spirit
Mountain,

Let his magic tell us who raids
the ranches.

Steals their horses and cattle.
We wish to know these things.

We do not want war.

Red Hawk not understand white
man way of peace.

Maybe better fight.

Maybe Red Hawk, him fight one
last time.

Well, gents! It's the same
thing as a year ago.

We need extra hands for the
round-up and drive to Abilene.

Who likes Mr. Kilgore's money?

Lonnie Stewart?

Spanish Charlie?

This town must be gettin' deep!

I said I'm hiring for
Reese Kilgore!

If any of you got a case against
him or me, holler out and I'll
hear it.

Looks like we ain't so
popular, Cassidy.

They don't speak up, I'll
pick the ones I want. Slim, I'll
take you.

Larry, I'll need you on a
chuckwagon.

Knuckles, I got a long memory.
I'm working for the circle-o.

You can quit! Go tell
him and get your bedroll! You,
Buck Simpson!

I'll go.

Now that's what I like to
hear.

Ramirez. You been wiped out
by the Indians. How about a job?

I'll go.

You need a job that bad, I'll
make you my deputy.

I can't ask my girl to marry
me on deputy's pay.

It'll do, until you can get
started again.

She's waited for me long
enough.

Cassidy, you been having more
brushes with the Indians than
anybody else.

This time, drive your herd
around the reservation, not
across.

Are you loco?

Could be, but I'm wearing the
star.

Well, pin it on your
britches, you're bustin' out of
em.

We drive across that
reservation to save a hundred
miles.

It's trespassing.
That's sure what it's called.

The Congress of the United
States granted those lands to
the Indians.

The Bureau of Indian Affairs
intends to see to it, that the
grant is honored.

You stay just like you are,
Sheriff. Honest, hard-working,
and golden-pure.

Take that off me.

Whenever you get to feeling
biggity,

Just remember it was our outfit
that let you be elected.

That tin star you're wearing is
for other folks, not us.

Freeze!

Huh, guess I got kind of
excited!

Never did go for these
fandangled six-shooters.

Always going off unexpectedly,
yes sir.

Kinda makes a man
nervous, especially an old man!

You men get your gear, and
show up at the ranch pronto!

That's a girl. Now do the
figure eight again.

Give em a hit. Alright.

Alright, alright, Lyla come here
dear. That's wonderful, that's
wonderful boy.

Let's give him a
little breather now, huh.
I think he's tired.

You raise em like boys,
they'll be boys.

Well, things are in pretty good
shape over there.

I still can't get over
hat Indian agent and that tin
badge,

Trying to tell me where
to drive cattle.

Sheriff told you what to do.
Do it.

You mean take them all way
around the reservation?

Yes.

Well them cow's bones will be
sticking through there hides.

Cassidy, It's only a few
pounds of beef.

You know what you're suppose to
pick up for me at Abilene.

You bring that back.

Then if you wanna risk an Indian
arrow or a sheriff's bullet,

Take your pen and make your own
orders.

Well you don't have to
holler, so they can hear you
over there.

Well then do as you told.
You stay on this side of the
reservation.

And remember, the only reason
you're ram-rodding this drive,

Is to pick up that stuff for me
at Abilene. Now get the cows on
the trail, move em.

Let's go.

Ramirez, go get that crazy
steer back into the herd!

Hey, that's Kilgore's stock. You
better get your rope off for
him.

I called him to give us a
chance to talk, Ramirez.

You said to call on you, anytime
I needed a favor.

You after somebody around
here?

I'm after information.

I can't tell yet whether I'll
find it here, or on the trail
with the Kilgore herd.

Well, if there's any trouble,
it'll be Cassidy who starts it.

When he ain't pulling somebody
around, he ain't living.

That's why I want somebody
watching him all the time.

Someone I can trust to tell me
everything that happens on the
drive.

Like what kind of thing?

Let's say anything unusual,
like Indian ponies wearing
saddles.

That's one of the reasons I want
to stay in this area.

I want to find those Indians and
have a talk with them.

Where will I meet you when I
come back?

There's a cave above the
road, about a mile South of
town.

I know the place.
I'll be there.

That Kimberly's spread is
sure a punk and seed outfit,

While their Sheriff's old man
don't have but a 100 head in the
whole place.

Mix them in with ours.
It's already been taken care
of.

Keep your eye open for old
man Kimberly.

Here's old man Kimberly now,
he is sure scratching the wind.

Keep the cattle moving.

Hey you, where you going with
them cattle?

Hey. Now hold on, hold on.
You've got my cattle in that
herd.

Well, it's the sheriff's old
man. How are you, Kimberly?

Cut my cattle out of that
herd, and get off my range.

Your cattle?
Yes, my cattle.

Now why would we want to be
taking your cattle?

We might wanna come this way
again some time.

Why you lying rustler. There,
some of my brand right there.

Hold it old man.

That crazy old coot, riding
smack into the herd like that.

Well, that takes care
of that.

Oh, no.

What happened, who started
the shooting?

An Injun, didn't you see him?
An Indian?

Yeah, he got away.
Too bad about old Kimberly.

I don't think he believes me.

Blankets, three rifles,
saddle.

And then there's this. Lucky
Mr. Kilgore ordered by mail.

Gave me time to order. We don't
get no call for it around here,
no use for it.

We have. Potter keep the boys
rounded up,

We're headed back as soon as we
paint the town a bit.

Now you're talking, I've got
enough red paint saved up in me,

To cover the town of Chicago!

Kilgore wants us and this
stuff back in Presada right
away.

All of us?

Those I don't need,
I'll pay off.

How about Pete Ramirez?

Now, I don't mean to pry, but
if there's something exciting

Going on down your way, I'd sure
appreciate your.

Gee whistling,
you tired of living? Don't you
know what's under here?

Now what do we aim to do with
that stuff?

If I told you fellows
everything I know, you'd be as
smart as I am.

You looking for me Ramirez?

Now that's the latest style in
the catalog. You a married man?

Got a girl.

You get her that, and you'll
be married.

She'll make you marry, just to
have a chance to wear it.

How much?
$2.00 even.

Keep your mouth shut about
this.

Mm-hm.

Who is it?
Me, open up.

That's strange. I don't see
Ramirez.

Maybe him come by different
road, Kemosabe.

It's possible, Tonto.

Kilgore must have been mighty
anxious for news, to ride out to
meet him.

Me have idea, Kemosabe. You
stay, maybe Red members come,

Me ride to Presada, maybe learn
many things.

Try to get there before
Kilgore.

Be careful.

You know how Redskins are. They
weren't satisfied

With starting the stampede that
killed your father.

On the way back from Abilene, my
boys found his house

And everything else burned to
the ground.

Not a horse, not a cow
anywhere.

What proof do you have they
were Indians?

You wouldn't believe an
Indian was bad,

If he scalped you. You'd say it
was cooler that way.

Where is Pete Ramirez? Why
isn't he telling me this? What's
he hiding for?

Well Ramirez, isn't he the
one who quit Madeline?

Yeah, coals, come to me and
said he wanted to be paid off.

Pete was to be married.
Well, that's it.

Mr. Kilgore, when the Bureau
of Indian Affairs sent

Me out on this job, they gave me
just one piece of advice.

They said to remember, it's the
white man who does the pushing.

Only the White man has anything
to gain.

How does that apply to me,
Muller?

Well, I just thought I'd
point out in case you'd missed
it,

That most of the feeling against
the Indians is being stirred

Up by the reports of your hired
hands.

I'm gonna bust you one.
Now, wait just a minute.

Now look here, I stand by my
men.

When you accuse them,
you're accusing me.

You and your men are a
reckless, gun happy lot.

No, now let's talk about me
Muller, about my problem.

Because now I'm beginning to see
what it is.

You don't care what the Indians
do. Highway ranchers suffer,
you're for them!

Well there in the right I
certainly,

And if you and Kimberly are
closer than fleas on a dog.

I guess that explains why no
posse of yours ever caught a
single redskin!

We could never find enough
evidence.

Sure, sure, I know. Well, I
won't wonder about it anymore.

Alright Sheriff, if you can't
protect this county, the
ranchers will.

Look at that. There's plenty of
gall for you. Now they even come
into town wearing guns.

Throw him back on the
reservation.

Hit him!
Hey! Fight!

Get him Happy!

Go scout, go!

Stop it, Sam! Sam, what's a
matter with ya?

Let's get rid of that murdering
Indian.

String him up.

Get that Injun.

Get him up there!

String him up, boys!
String him up!

String him up high!

You men quit!
I wanna talk to ya!

Get that Indian lover out
of here!

Put your head back, Indian.
Ha ha ha!

Hyah!

That's it everybody. Quiet.
Still half a pound of slugs in
this thing.

You see who helped him to
get away?

A masked man, a road agent,
you're playing on the wrong
side, Kimberly.

That's funny, coming from
you. My side's the law.

That might of been the same
Indian

Who was responsible for the
death of your father!

I had that in mind, it's what
kind of slowed me down.

Now maybe you betta slow down
too, Mr. Kilgore,

You're burning with rope fever.
You're a fool Kimberly.

We ain't arguin' that. I'm a
peace officer.

And this badge says nobody,
white or Indian, gets strung up

Unless a proper judge and jury
says to.

Now you get on back to
your ranch.

Ride the whole gang of ya.

So help me, I won't give any of
you time to draw.

How's your throat, Tonto?

It feel better. But plenty
close call, Kemosabe.

Too close, and Cassidy said
Ramirez decided to stay around
Abilene.

Him only say him ask for pay.

Couldn't of happened that
way.

If Ramirez decided not to come
back, he must've had a mighty
strong reason.

Him not quit, Kemosabe. Him
have girl here. Say him going to
marry her.

I better ride to Abilene.

You go to Chief Red Hawk. Make
that your headquarters, and do
some scouting around.

Me do that, Kemo.

Tonto, keep out of trouble.

Troubles find Tonto, even
when him not look for it.

Hey, think that's good
Mister?

Hey, I know the fella that build
the school you went to.

Name is, Ramirez. Pete Ramirez.
Did you ever hear of em?

Uh-uh.

Don't talk much do ya? There
was a Kilgore outfit up here a
while ago.

This fellow Pete Ramirez, he was
one of the cow punchers. Sure ya
haven't seen him?

Uh-uh.

You're sure a gabby one.
Well, thanks for the
information!

Man sure gets tired feet.
Still lookin' for him?

Yep.

Say I just recollected,

There was a shootin' down at the
Drover's hotel along about that
time and Phineas Trip.

He's a General Store man,

He says that he saw the corpus
delecti with a Kilgore outfit.

Kilgore outfit.
Uh-huh.

Thanks a lot, Marshall.
Good day.

You sure you don't know him?
Nice lookin' young feller.

Black, curly hair. Has a few
head of cattle. Name is Pete.
Pete Ramirez.

Ramirez? Sure, that was his
name, now that you mention it.
Buried in Boot Hill.

Why would anyone want to kill
my young friend Pete? You sure
it was him?

Sure I'm sure! Cassidy was
checking over the supply,

And the cow-puncher come to the
door, and Cassidy says to him,

You looking for me Ramirez?

Yeah, what happened then?

Nothing, he just looked at
the stuff for a second.

Then he bought a hat for his
girl, and he went out.

Looked at what for a second?
Well, nothing.

What kinda nothing? What was
this here Cassidy fella buying?

Supplies, I told you. Now I'm
a busy man.

You said supplies in the
stuff. What'd you mean by, the
stuff?

That's between me and Mr.
Kilgore.

Don't come in here, asking
about personal questions of my
customers.

Now go on and get out.

Mister, if a young fella
bought a hat for his best girl

Don't you reckon he'd aim to
go where she was.

I said get!

Alright, I'm gettin'! No use
gettin' mad about it!

Keep a civil tongue
in your head.

That's no way to talk to an old
man. Hmph.

Don't shoot, please Mister.

There was an old prospector
in your store today.

I didn't tell him anything,
so help me.

Why not?
Well, I, I don't know
anything.

You don't know who killed
Pete Ramirez?

No, I don't.

You sure?

I don't know who killed him.

Then what could you have told
that old prospector, but didn't?

All right. About the
dynamite.

Dynamite?

Yeah, he got it out of me.

If Cassidy sent you to find out
if you could.

Tell him I never asked to handle
the gon darn stuff.

Mr. Kilgore ordered it. Why
can't he order things like that,
right there in his own town?

Right there in Presada?

What's all the big secret
about?

Tonto, those drums are
summoning the tribes to war.

That plenty bad, Kemosabe.
Ranchers talk war all time,

Indians make ready. Soon, wars
start, and they fight, fight.

Not if we can stop them.

Spirit Mountain talk
Kemosabe, say many die.

Spirit Mountain talk.

Medicine Man say Tonto here.
You heard thunder, Tonto.

Sun shine right down,
Kemosabe.

It must have been thunder.
Medicine men may believe that
mountains can speak.

But we know, wait a minute.
Cassidy picked up dynamite in
Abilene.

That make same noise,
Kemosabe like thunder, but not
thunder.

Why should he buy it in
Abilene?

Why take the risk of
transporting it all the way
back?

Kilgore could've bought it
in Presada.

Maybe Cassidy buy, Kilgore
not know.

No, Kilgore signed the order.
He wanted the purchase kept a
secret.

So much of a secret, that
Ramirez may have died for
uncovering.

What do here?
You go, white man!

Him friend of Indian.

No white man Indian friend.
White man Indian fight!

There must be no more talk of
fighting.

That true. Much talk make
warrior weak.

Red Hawk talk all time,
Angry Horse not talk.

Greetings Red Hawk.

You have called me friend many
times.

Though my friend Red Hawk
promised to keep the peace.

Until I can do certain things.

I must have time.

If I have that time, I promise
there will be no fighting.

Angry Horse, him say make
war, him say fight now.

Show white man
Indian strong, can kill many.

Angry Horse wishes to be
Chief of your tribe.

Many young braves him
friends.

Red hawk old, sick.

But very wise.

Red Hawk knows what will happen
to his people if war should
come.

If war come,
Red Hawk be Indian.

Not can be white man,
not can be alone.

Redhawk be
Indian, make strong fight.

Tonto, look.

What's going on here?

You don't need that gun,
Sheriff. I'm sure this will
explain.

Show em' Tonto.

So that's it.

This isn't the first time
that white men had disguise

Themselves as Indians, to stir
up trouble or to start a war.

Sure. Now I can see who they
are.

Curly,

Idaho,

Pasko,

Skinner whose idea was it?

Yours, Cassidy, Kilgore?

They won't talk Sheriff.
We've tried.
But they're Kilgore men.

I went to Abilene and learned a
few things. Ramirez didn't quit
he was killed.

Pete Ramirez?
I think if it was an Indian
who

Started the stampede that killed
your father, it was think kind
of an Indian.

A Kilgore man.

What now, Sheriff?

I'm going to see Mr. Kilgore.
You'll be gunned down.

I'll take that chance.

This is no time to throw away
your badge, it's the time to
wear it.

What good's a badge in this
town?

Can I make up a posse and go
after him?

He owns the town, and
everybody in it!

Who'll be the prosecutor against
Kilgore? Who would be the judge?

Who would be the jury?

And what do you aim to do with
these buzzards? They'll be out
of here by morning.

I'm going to keep them out of
town, until we need them.

You can't go after personal
revenge now, Sheriff.

There's an Indian war due to
break at any moment.

And you say what to do of it.

We've got to expose Kilgore
and Cassidy as troublemakers,

And place them behind bars.

That'll get us enough time to
get evidence to convict them.

But we need a federal warrant,
and a federal marshal to serve
it.

Washington's a long way off.
The Governor's much closer.

Just show him the silver bullet.

What if the fighting should
cut loose while I'm gone?

The way things are now, it'll
only take one shot to start him
up.

I'll see that that shot isn't
fired.

You just get to the Governor.

Somehow I'll keep the ranchers
and Indians apart.

Good luck, Sheriff.

It's come at last. The
Indians are gathering for war.

Pack some things for Lyla, I'm
sending her away till this is
over.

Reese. It isn't safe
out there!

Well, that war is here.

If she's to go at all, now is
the time.

Reese, anything can happen
out on that road!

Well then, will you please
pack her things?

Pack only her things?

You're not going. A woman's
place is with her husband.

Why am I not going?

I think you wouldn't be on
the outside for one minute,

Before you would be blabbing to
everybody in creation

About certain things that have
happened around here.

Just now, I don't think that
would be so good for me.

And you also think, that this
house is the more dangerous
place.

Well, now I know exactly where I
stand.

Now, you boys, remember the
way I told you to go. Don't
change anything.

Lyla, Lyla wait!

I want you to wear this.
But mommy, that's your very
best!

Oh baby!

Why do I have to go? Why
can't I stay here, if there's
gonna be excitement?

Because I know what's best
for all of us. All right boys.
Go ahead.

My baby. My babe. You!

You! That's my baby, my babe.

Tahalo!

Angry Horse!

It's spoken of everywhere. Red
Hawk is a sick man.

And Angry Horse who wishes to
become Chief, shows his strength
by making war on children.

The birds talk of it. The
animals in the forest laugh at
Angry Horse.

Is Red Hawk so weak, that
Angry Horse can do as he wishes?

Or is Angry Horse obeying Red
Hawk's commands?

Red Hawk not like bring white
child here.

Why do you keep her here?
Let me take her away.

Red Hawk, no more tell what
do.

Red Hawk old, no more fight.
Angry Horse not old.

Better Angry Horse be Chief.

Always the young buffalo
wishes to kill the old buffalo,
and take his place.

And he does kill the old
buffalo, because he has youth
and strength.

Has he the wisdom to lead the
herd? To keep it out of danger?
I say Angry Horse

Has not the wisdom. He can not
be the

Chief of a tribe that wishes to
live in peace.

I will fight Angry Horse to
prove he is not worthy.

This white child must belong
to the winner.

A squaw can fight
with weapons.

A Chief must be
strong at heart.

And his hands. I do not need
weapons to fight men who make
war on children.

Help him!
He must fight alone.

Red Hawk. Will you once again
call me friend?

Gardy's shake you up until
the Circle O. Oscar,

Joe Blanson's place. Dave, Bob,
Brensen that takes care of the
ranchers.

Potter, take four or
five of the boys into town,

And knock on all the doors.
Tell' em what's busted loose.

Right. No, not Conner. I want
him and Gus to come with us.

Gus, but I thought we.

Don't ask questions.
Resnor, you take the town.

Now let's get it straight,
boys.

We all meet at Pilgrim's
Crossing. We ride from there to
the reservation together.

Nobody rides ahead.
Now listen.

We can't go in there shooting
the way I'd like to.

First, we've gotta find out what
they've done with my little
girl.

And if she's still alive, how to
get her away from them.

And once that's settled, we do a
job that's been put off too
long.

That means wherever you see a
redskin, pour it in. All right
boys, ride.

They've gone by way of Spirit
Mountain.

That's the long way around.
They'll make it worth while.

I'm going to pick up some
dynamite.

Oh my baby, my baby.

Where is everybody?
We rode right in.

They took all the guns
and rode away.

Oh darling.
I thought you were.

Don't ever be afraid of him.
He's my friend.

Lyla, he's an outlaw.

Not an outlaw, Mrs. Kilgore.
Please believe your daughter. I
am a friend.

Angry Horse wanted to kill
me. But he wouldn't let him.

And then he made all the Indians
promise not to fight, no matter
what.

He'll have to fight. They've
no choice.

My husband's men are gathering
the ranchers right now,

To lead them to the reservation.
Gathering where?

At Pilgrim Crossing.

Lyla, I know how brave you
are. Are you too tired to go on
being brave?

What do I have to do?

Mrs. Kilgore, if your husband
makes that attack,

No ranch in this territory will
be safe.

It's best if the both
of you go to the mission church.

It's a long run, and not easy.
Certainly not easy for you, Mrs.
Kilgore.

I'll survive.

Oh, you just depend on me. If
anything happens.

If anything happens, I'll
protect you. And it's about
time.

You hurry and pack your
things.

I can't ask a wife to inform
on her husband.

But if there's anything you can
tell me,

Anything that'll help prevent
this war, please let me know.

He doesn't deserve any
loyalty, not from me or, or
Lyla.

I can tell you this, he won't
stop when he knows that she's
safe.

His intentions right along were
to exterminate the Indians, and
he plans to do it now.

But why? I don't know.

Does he want their land?

That was only at first.
He would sit for hours,

Looking off at Spirit Mountain.
Thinking about the vast acres
around it,

And it made him angry that, a
thing within the reach of his
eyes,

Should belong
to someone else. To Indians.

You say that was only at
first. What is it now?

The mountain. He wants to own
Spirit Mountain.

But why does he need the
dynamite.

He's blasting up there.

The Indians hear it, and think
mountain the is talking.

Perhaps he's closing up the
passages that he and Cassidy
found.

If, if he plans to put
cattle on that land, they,

They might wander into some of
those old tunnels.

The ancient tunnels of Spirit
Mountain.

I heard about them when I was a
boy. The Indians don't trespass
on Spirit Mountain.

But Reese and Cassidy do, and
that's where they are right now.

Ranchers are doing just as we
feared.

They're gathering now for a
strike at the Indian village.

Now that plenty bad Kemosabe.

Kilgore has gone to Spirit
Mountain for dynamite. I'm going
after him, Tonto.

You take Mrs. Kilgore and her
daughter to the Mission Church,
then follow me.

Hurry it up. Everybody's at
the crossing by now.

They better be, I'll remember
any man who stays away.

We won't need them all
anyways.

We got enough stuff here to blow
up the whole territory.

Who's going to lead this
crazy mule, that's what I want
to know.

Anything happens, whoever's
close to him don't stand a
chance.

And it ain't gonna be me.

Get back to the ranch and
pack your gear, you're fired.

You can't fire me, Kilgore.

I'm working for what's in there.
And you try and fire me from
that.

I'll lead em.

The next shot's for that box
of dynamite! Now throw down your
guns!

Who are you?

I said drop' em!

Power, through the town, get
up there behind him.

I'm Reese Kilgore!

The Indians have taken my
daughter!

Your daughter is
safe, Kilgore.

She's in Red Hawk's village,
and I'm

Using this dynamite to get her
out of there.

Red Hawk let her go, she's at
the mission church.

What are you, a renegade, a
bandit?

What kind of man are you, siding
with the Indians against his own
people?

What's your grudge
against me?

I'm taking you in for murder,
Kilgore!

For the murder of Ramirez, and
Sheriff Kimberly's father.

And now, go!

Let's get out of here!

Water. Water.

Everybody here?
Yeah.

The only way we can get at em
right now, is through that pass.

Alright, let's go through it.

They'll know before we reach
em.

Now, look, if we're gonna let
blood,

We gotta be prepared to smell
it. Now let's go.

Hold it, Kilgore. This won't
get your girl out of there
alive.

Here's what we do.

Me and my boys sneak in there at
night and look around.

Maybe we even get her free from
em, and then we jump em in the
dark.

You're not looking for a
fight. I am.

Alright let's go.

How many men have Kilgore
crossing?

Me not stop count but see
many. Red Hawk not have many
gun.

We don't want any gun play.
There mustn't be a fight.

Tonto, pure silver.

Look like mountain
all silver.

So that's why the mountain's
taboo.

The legends were begun to keep
people away. And that's what
Kilgore found out.

Him be plenty rich man, if
him own this.

He'd be a king in this
territory, Tonto.

That's why he
stands in the way of statehood.

This whole territory would
become his doyard.

He would found a dynasty, a
dynasty of silver.

But this belong to Indian.

And he has to get rid of them
before he can seize it,

And that's just what he's trying
to do.

Take him, Tonto. Good boy,
Silver. This pack mule belongs
to Kilgore.

What we do about Kilgore? Him
have many men and many gun.

Here's something that can be
worth more than a 100 men.

Well, it looks like we
haven't got any choice.

Alright, we're gonna move in!
Now don't miss.

Tonto! Keep the Indians back.

There he is.

That's no good. Cassidy, go
up there and get him.

I'm no sheriff now, paid by
Kilgore money. I'm a United
States Marshall,

Appointed through the Governor's
office.

Backed up by lieutenant Craley
here, and his men.

And I'm telling you men, to get
off this reservation.

You're violating a federal law.

You're trespassing.

And if a single Indian is
killed, you'll all stand trial
for murder.

They're holding my daughter
in that village.

You're daughter is at the
mission church. And I'll bet you
know it.

We spoke to her Mr. Kilgore,
to her and to your wife.

And what about my three men
they killed, when they kidnapped
Lyla.

That can be handled without
resorting to war.

I think we know better out
here, how to handle the Indians.

Are we going to stand for this
outside interference? I say no.

You can't say anything Mr.
Kilgore.

I'm carrying a federal warrant,
for the arrest of you and
Cassidy.

Arrest? Are you crazy?

Says both your names here.

The Governor figured you
wouldn't believe it.

That's why he sent along...

Kimberly, you better not be
making a mistake. This is Reese
Kilgore.

Right. That's his gun hand,
Cassidy.

And among the things they're
charged with, there's the murder
of Pete Ramirez.

Why you murdering, liar. You
told me Ramirez quit.

You can scratch my name off that
warrant.

I'm not responsible for the
private feuds of men who happen
to work for me.

Hold your fire. I want that
man alive.

What about Kilgore?
Kilgore is dead,
and that's it.

First Ramirez, and
now Kilgore. He'll pay.

None of these weeks of rest
have done her good.

Hello.

You're looking very well.

You were so right to insist
we stay here until the trial.

It's over Mrs. Kilgore. It
wasn't much of a trial once
Cassidy decided to talk.

Though talking didn't
save his neck.

But, you told me I might have
to testify.

Well, I figured this would be
the best place for you.

Yes. The Padre has been
so good to us.

Such lazy people who come to
visit me. They do nothing but
sleep and eat.

As for the little one,

She forget her fear and hatred
of the Indian, and plays games
again.

Where little one now, Padre?

Come, I show you.

As you predicted,
there was a problem.

She had been trained by her
father, to walk in his ways.

She had his strength, but she
was learning to imitate his
weaknesses.

And she's my little girl
again.

We're not going East.

We're staying to manage the
ranch. She loves it here.

And I'm going to learn to love
it too.

And together, we'll make the
Kilgore name a good one.

Wait!

But I wanted him to stay.
I wanted to thank him.

When his work is finished, he
rides away.

But I wanted to see his face.
To ask his name.

You cannot see his face.

He will wear the mask, until
there is no longer any need for
it.

And his name is...
The Lone Ranger.

Hi-ho, Silver! Away!