Original subtitles

(dramatic music)

# Six Texas Rangers

# Hi oh, hi oh

# Rode in the sun

# Hi oh, hi oh

# Six men of justice rode into an ambush

# And dead were all but one

# One lone survivor

# Hi oh, hi oh

# Lay on the trail

# Hi oh, hi oh

# Found there by Tonto, the brave Indian Tonto

# He lived to tell the tale

# Hi oh Silver

# Hi oh Silver, away

# Hi oh Silver

# Hi oh Silver, away

# His wounds quickly mended

# Hi oh, hi oh

# And there in the night

# Hi oh, hi oh

# Six graves were put there to hide from the outlaws

# That one man lived to fight

# He chose silver bullets

# Hi oh, hi oh

# The sign of his name

# Hi oh, hi oh

# A mask to disguise him, a great silver stallion

# And thus began his fame

# Hi oh Silver

# Hi oh Silver, away

# Hi oh Silver

# Hi oh Silver, away

# The Lone Ranger

# Is his name #

(trumpet music)

("William Tell Overture" by Rossini)

(horse neighing)

("William Tell Overture" by Rossini)

(gunshots booming)

(gunshots booming)

(bullet whizzing)

(fists thudding)

(fists thudding)

(yelling)

He won't be talking to anybody.

What about that masked man and Injun?

They could cause us plenty of trouble.

We got what we were after.

No matter who that masked man is,

he'd never be able to figure out what that was.

Come on.

We could do nothing, Kemo Sabe.

The Mission Sandorio isn't far from here.

Maybe the padre can identify him.

Let me get horses.

(horse neighing)

What is it, big fella?

Him act strange, Kemo Sabe.

He's trying to tell us something.

What's the trouble, Silver?

Tonto, something's wrong.

(baby crying)

A baby!

(Long Ranger chuckles)

Him must have been put in rocks before outlaws attacked.

Silver found the baby

and it looks as if he plans on taking good care of him.

Don't worry, big fellow,

we'll be careful with your new little friend.

(baby sneezing)

(mission bells ringing)

Kemo Sabe, them think we kill this man.

Woman: Padre, Padre, come quickly!

Welcome, my sons.

Lone Ranger: Hello, Padre.

We didn't mean to frighten your people.

Yes, yes, I know, my friend, but...

Lone Ranger: Do you know that man?

Woman: Padre, it's Koomani from the village.

He was attacked by a group of hooded outlaws.

Padre: And the little one, is he all right?

Yes, he was safely hidden in the rocks.

Oh, come, come, Paviva, you mustn't be frightened.

These men are my friends.

But the mask, Padre.

He doesn't hide behind it for evil purposes,

like those who call themselves the Hooded Raiders.

(praying in foreign language)

Take Koomani.

It is hard for them to understand,

and their fears have grown worse since this all started.

Have outlaws killed others?

A wave of robbery and murder has been going on

for over three months.

They look to me for an answer,

I don't know what to say to them.

And now, this little child of Koomani's.

The mother is already gone.

So tiny to be without a home and loved ones.

Oh no, Padre, he will have a home here.

And I will love him.

(baby cooing)

Paviva will take care of you, little one.

Padre, do you not think it wise to send for the doctor?

I would rest much easier

if I knew that the baby was unharmed.

Me get doctor.

Where I find him?

In his office, in Sandorio.

Dr. James Rolfe.

Gunman: Brady, come here.

Ah, that's the Indian that was with the masked man.

And he's looking for the doctor.

Barman: What are you doing in here, Injun?

Me look for Dr. Rolfe.

Man tell me he is here.

Did the man tell you I don't allow no redskins in here?

Me leave, after me find doctor.

The doctor's upstairs in lock-up,

attending one of my prisoners.

Now if you got any business with him,

get on outside and wait for him.

Me find doctor.

I said outside, Injun!

Pale Hat Man: Maybe you're hard of hearing, Injun?

Blue Hat Man: Maybe he don't know

it's the sheriff talking to him.

(clattering)

Take it easy on the woodwork, boys.

Costs a lot of money to keep this place solid.

(fists thudding)

Stop!

Let that man alone.

Pale Hat Man: Better keep out of it, Doc.

That's enough!

Pale Hat Man: Doc, what's the matter,

you gettin' queasy or something?

Sheriff: Yeah, kind of out of your line, ain't it, Doc?

How come you're taking the side of an Injun?

I've got enough work to do

without patching up after your saloon brawls.

I told him we didn't allow no redskins in here.

That doesn't give you the right

to stand by and see a man almost killed.

It's supposed to be your job to keep the peace.

Tonto: You're Dr. James Rolfe?

That's right.

Padre sent me from Mission.

Is the Padre ill?

No, but him want you come.

Certainly.

Another one of them charity patients, huh, Doc?

Oh, now don't get sore, Doc.

You know how it is,

I gotta see to it the place is run right.

(baby cooing)

Sound as a dollar.

He's a fine boy, Paviva.

I hope you can get the men who killed his father.

It's too bad the law can't help you.

I'm afraid Tonto found out rather painfully

what kind of a man our sheriff is.

Bruises on body go away,

but Sheriff have sickness can't be fixed with medicine.

Padre, we'll be heading for our campsite.

By the way, the first Indian who was killed,

were there any surviving relatives?

Yes, his widow.

Her name is Caulama.

She's working for Frances Henderson.

Thank you.

Well.

Speak and you shall see.

Here's Frances Henderson.

Do you wish to see her?

No, Padre.

Tonto and I will leave through the back entrance.

The fewer people that know of our presence here,

the easier our work will be.

(knocking at door)

Come in, my dear.

You're a welcome sight to the tired eyes of an old man.

Oh, a man's never old

when he can make a woman's heart flutter

with such charming words, Padre.

I bet you were a devil 20 years ago.

Oh, hardly a devil.

I saw horses outside.

I'm not intruding on something, am I?

No, Frances.

The horses belong to some friends of mine.

(baby cooing)

Oh, what a precious child!

Paviva: The baby's father was attacked and killed

by the Hooded Raiders.

How terrible!

Why did they kill him?

Same as before. No apparent reason.

Oh, this is terrible.

What kind of men do we have in this town?

As of right now, I'm doubling my reward

for the capture of the raiders.

What about the wire I sent

to the Federal Marshall's office?

Have you received any word?

Not a word, Padre.

I doubt if anyone even knows this town exists anymore,

including the Federal Marshall's office.

I sometimes wonder why I stay here.

If it weren't for men like you and the doctor,

I would have left a long time ago.

Tell me, Doctor Rolfe, what keeps you in Sandorio?

It's my home.

But a handsome, intelligent young man like you, why,

why you could make twice as much money

in some other town.

It's his job to heal the sick in body, my dear,

just as it is my job to heal the souls.

If money were the important thing,

I'm afraid Sandorio would lose both of us.

I just wish I weren't so disgustingly healthy, Doctor.

Believe me, I'd welcome a chance to become your patient.

Padre, I've got to get back now.

But please, if there's anything I can do,

just let me know.

And try not to be so serious, Doctor.

You're so much more handsome when you smile.

James.

Why do you make it so difficult?

There's nothing to discuss, Paviva.

I told you that.

How can you stand it?

How can you just stand by?

Because I've learned to live with it.

I've learned to resign myself to what I'm doing.

I'm sorry there's nothing I can do.

My child, what is it?

What is wrong?

(Paviva sobbing)

(crickets chirping)

(Silver neighing)

(cans clattering)

[Native American With Rifle] You have killed

our friend Koomani.

For that, you will die.

You're wrong.

We tried to save his life but we were too late.

That right.

We take his boy child to mission where him be safe.

One hand not clean the other.

Padre will tell you, we speak the truth.

We come as friends.

Friends?

Friend not fear to have face be seen.

I only wear this mask as a symbol of justice.

Does this mean anything to you?

A silver bullet.

That great silver stallion.

Hoo-wa-ka.

When I first saw the mask, I thought...

Thought I was one of the Hooded Raiders?

Yes.

I am called Redbird.

I understand the men of your tribe

have accepted the laws of the land.

Why are you now taking the law into your own hands?

Two of my people have been killed.

The law seems not to be written for us.

The law was written for all men.

Kemo Sabe, look.

It is beginning of ceremony of Lake of Fire.

Torch will burn till five suns have crossed the sky.

Padre spoke to me of the festival your people plan.

You have heard the legend?

Yes.

Tonto told me the story, but it was many years ago.

Redbird: It is told here on stone by my ancestors.

It was many, many years ago,

when the shiny-headed Spanish warriors came up from the sea.

They plundered the villages of my ancestors,

and many were killed.

Spanish soldiers hunt for seven cities of gold.

They care not who die.

The Indians can't work with arrow against gun and armor.

It is here where this lake now ripples in the moonlight

that the legend of the Lake of Fire began.

The Spanish warriors had made campsite here,

put guards out.

Spanish know that my people were to attack at dawn,

and know they fight to death.

But Spanish not worry.

They know that only miracle

can save Indians from slaughter.

But then, miracle happen.

A great ball of fire came out of the heavens.

Ball of fire fell straight at Spanish camp.

(dramatic music)

The Spanish were destroyed and my ancestors were saved.

The great hole made by fire from heaven

soon filled with water,

and Lake of Fire was born.

It stays to give my people truth of the great power above.

That is why we have ceremony.

Crater Lake.

The ball of fire of course was a meteorite.

That is what white man believes.

But to the Indian,

it was dropped by the hand of someone above.

(coyotes yipping)

Redbird: We must return to our village.

I will tell our chief that you are here.

His heart is heavy with sorrow now

because of the death of Koomani.

Redbird, you will keep your promise to the Padre?

Redbird cannot say what will happen

when next the sun rises.

Only that he will fight for his people.

Ross: Make out anything?

Frances: A little, it's too early to tell.

We still only have two medallions, and I need all five.

If you'd need a thousand, Fran, I'd get 'em for you.

Frances: I know you would, Ross.

Please, Ross, not now.

We'll have plenty of time together after this is all over.

Ross: That city of gold's been there a long time.

It's not going anywhere.

Frances: I know that.

Don't get sore, Fran.

What's the matter, getting scared?

Maybe.

I don't like having that masked man after us.

Particularly after what happened today.

Ross: Ah, what could he find out?

Maybe it's hard for you to understand, Ross, but,

well this is something that I've thought about

for over five years.

Ever since my late husband and I found out for sure

that the city of gold existed.

We collected and read hundreds of books,

deciphered thousands of documents.

And then we found it,

in the journal of one of Coronado's lieutenants.

One of the seven legendary cities of Si-pet-a

was a reality.

It's right here, Ross, near Sandorio.

The five medallions are a key to fabulous wealth.

We must locate the others.

Don't worry about it, we will.

The boys are getting kind of anxious about another payday.

They're tired of collecting Indian trinkets.

They think I'm a little loco.

Frances: You haven't told them anything, have you?

Of course not.

But like I say, they're running short of whiskey money.

You think you can get them together by tomorrow afternoon?

Yeah, sure, what do you got in mind?

Well, there's a payroll going out to the Dallas mine.

Dallas? That belongs to you.

That's right, it does.

Don't you think it's about time

I was a victim of the Hooded Raiders?

Fran, you're great.

Frances: So are you.

Ross: I know, but convince me.

(dramatic music)

(gunshot booming)

(gunshots booming) (outlaws yelling)

(coyotes yipping) (crickets chirping)

Long Ranger: Tonto, I don't understand it.

They kill a poor Indian for no apparent reason.

Then they rob Frances Henderson of a payroll.

Tonto: You think maybe them try to throw suspicion

away from Indian killing?

I don't know.

I wonder.

The legend the of the Lake of Fire.

Does it have any connection with these mysterious killings?

(horse snorting)

(horse whinnying)

(laughter)

Kemo Sabe?

Lone Ranger: Brett Reagan, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana,

at your service, sir.

Seem that you failed

to provide your steed with a horse blanket.

Ah, Scout, him plenty funny.

Get up, Scout.

Go on.

Go on!

Why you wear disguise?

Well, it just seemed to me

that a nice Southern gentleman like myself

could get more answers in Sandorio

than that masked man you ride with.

That right, but who you talk to?

Tonto, my first stop will be the Indian woman

whose husband was killed two weeks ago.

Maybe she can help us.

You ride Silver?

No, it might be

that some of the Hooded Raiders are in Sandorio.

I'll get a horse from the Padre.

When you leave?

Well, as my daddy Colonel Beauregard Reagan

was fond of saying, there's no time like the present.

No, sir.

You'd better stay here.

I'll contact you shortly.

Mr. Reagan, Caulama will be out shortly.

I hope you won't upset her, she's very old

and her husband's death was quite a shock to her.

Well, I'll try not to, ma'am.

You like my painting?

Well I never did care much for Velazquez.

Can-no was more to my liking.

Why, you surprise me, Mr. Reagan.

You don't look to be an art lover.

Well, you can never judge a book by its cover.

Like this ranch here of yours.

I never expected to find all this inside.

My late husband was quite a collector

of early Spanish art,

and fortunately I've had the money

to keep up the same interests myself.

Sit down.

Lone Ranger: Thank you, ma'am.

Tell me, Mr. Reagan.

Why exactly did you come here?

To speak to the Indian woman.

Well, I know that, but why?

It could be that thousand dollars you're offering

for information about the Hooded Raiders.

Oh, are you a lawman?

No, ma'am, not exactly.

Then it's the money that you're after.

That's right.

I understand one of your wagons was robbed yesterday.

Does that up the reward?

Possibly.

What is it then, are you a bounty hunter?

At your service.

To the highest bidder.

I admire your frankness, Mr. Reagan.

But isn't it a rather dangerous occupation?

Well, hoeing a field can be dangerous

if you whack your foot.

Mr. Reagan, you're priceless.

Not quite, ma'am, but I do have my price.

Depends on the circumstances, as to how much it is.

Oh, Caulama, come in.

Mr. Reagan would like

to ask you a few questions about your husband.

Him die.

Do you have any idea why he was killed?

Why moon rise?

Why cloud cover sun when rain is come?

Caulama know not why her man is die.

Lone Ranger: But was he robbed?

Was he carrying anything of value?

Like money, or gold?

Husband not have gold.

Evil men steal coins, bracelets,

neck piece him get from Chief Tomache.

Not worth money.

Then there's nothing else you...

Please, Mr. Reagan, there's nothing more she can tell you.

That's all, Caulama, you may go.

I'm afraid you've picked out a rather difficult job

this time, Mr. Reagan.

And you've got some competition.

Ma'am?

Frances: A masked man, who rides a white horse.

He's also on the trail of the Hooded Raiders.

Yes, I believe I heard something about that myself.

However, it doesn't bother me too much.

See, if the masked man gets there first,

well, I'll just have to find another way to get some money.

Ross.

You might extend us the courtesy of knocking.

This is not the town saloon.

I wanna know what he's doing here.

Mr. Reagan is here on business.

He's a bounty hunter.

He's, ah, interested in collecting the reward

for the Hooded Raiders.

I don't like strangers comin' around here.

Get out, Mister.

I'm here visiting Mrs. Henderson, sir.

I'll leave when she tells me.

Tell him to leave, Fran.

Now!

I'm sorry, Mr. Reagan,

perhaps it would be better if you left.

Yes, ma'am.

If you say so.

We'd probably make quite a mess in her living room.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Henderson.

No more, do you understand?

You're my woman, and it's gonna stay that way!

And don't you ever forget it.

(bells chiming)

Padre: Oh, forgive me, my son.

I didn't mean to intrude.

I was just about to leave, Padre.

You're not very good at keeping secrets, James.

Your troubled heart is very apparent.

It's something I have to work out for myself.

I'm not a mind reader, James, I'm only guessing.

But if I'm right,

Paviva's in the mission garden.

James: Paviva?

Isn't that something, Paviva?

There's nothing like a mother's love, I guess.

Paviva: Oh, James!

Paviva, don't.

Please try to understand, Paviva.

I have tried to find the right answer,

the right words to make you realize how I feel.

Nothing comes out the way I want to say it.

But why, James, why?

Can you not be proud instead of ashamed

that you were born an Indian?

I'm not ashamed.

I'm doing this for my people, for our people.

Only in this way

can I make enough money to give them free treatment.

Paviva: Surely there must be some other way.

No, there's not.

I saw the suffering my mother went through

because she was an Indian.

Do you know what that meant to me?

I only know that you live a lie.

But with reason.

This way my plans for a mission hospital

may someday become a reality.

If I admitted the truth,

the people of Sandorio would not accept me.

But to do this, you must deny your love for me.

You must deny how we feel about each other.

Paviva, I love you.

Nothing will change that.

But it means nothing, James.

Love is something one must share.

You ask me to understand.

But how can I forget my love for you?

How can I renounce what is in my heart?

I can't answer those questions.

I only know that you and I are not important.

We're only two people.

My work involves the lives and dreams of many.

I hoped and prayed so, that our baby...

James: It's not our baby, it's not even your baby.

I know, James.

But the little one is so helpless.

He needs the love of a mother and a father.

I thought that...

No, Paviva.

But you are a fine doctor, James!

The people could not deny that, even if they knew.

It wouldn't work, Paviva.

You must try and understand.

You must forget me.

Forget all that is in the past.

You are a coward.

I cannot stand by and watch any longer

while you listen to insults against our people.

Do not worry, James Rolfe,

I will not speak your secret.

But I think that you will be a lonely man.

You will always know in your heart the truth.

You were born a red man, and you will die that way.

(wagon rattling) (hooves pounding)

(townspeople talking)

[Stagecoach Driver] Well, we found Koomani's killer.

Voiceover: Who was it?

[Stagecoach Driver] Old Charlie Gray.

I found him out the weigh station.

Excuse me.

That station's burnt clear to the ground.

Must've been them Hooded Raiders again.

Lord knows why they'd wanna kill old Charlie.

Couple you boys get him over to the coroner's.

I'll be right over.

Horse tracks, Kemo Sabe.

Five of them.

Men ride out that way.

Hooded Raiders, no doubt of that.

Mystery is, what were they after?

Tonto.

Maybe this is the answer.

Small chain.

What it mean?

I don't know exactly.

Maybe nothing.

Remember when we found Koomani?

His shirt was torn open at the neck.

Hmm, that right.

The old Indian lady told me

that her husband wore a trinket around his neck.

You know, this could all tie up.

You mean,

maybe hooded men after what Indian wear around neck?

Looks that way.

The old woman told me the trinket was given

to her husband by Tomache, chief of the tribe.

Tonto, maybe Tomache can help us.

A day's ride back to Indian village, Kemo Sabe.

We'd better hurry.

Another life may be in danger.

(dramatic music)

(telegraph clicking)

This is it, Ross.

What we've been waiting for.

Mm hmm.

Redbird: Welcome to our village.

Thank you, Redbird.

I'd like to speak to Chief Tomache.

He lies outside Council Hut.

Greetings, Chief Tomache.

We come as friends, to speak with you.

Chief: You man who ride silver stallion?

Are you Tonto?

Redbird tell me you come help us.

Lone Ranger: Yes, now we want you to help us.

Tomache can do nothing.

Much evil come to my people.

Evil, perhaps, Tomache's doing.

Three die.

Who know how many more?

You know why them killed?

Tomache only know is him who put curse on people.

Piece silver,

touched by hand of evil spirit.

Silver?

What do you mean?

Chief: Oh, it's many year ago.

When Tomache young chief,

find silver in canyon.

Got pieces.

Give friends.

How many, Tomache?

Five.

All man who died have one.

Then these killings do tie up.

Tomache, you must tell us who else has those medallions.

There are two left.

One belong Tomache daughter.

Her marry soldier.

Leave village, not see her again.

But the medallion.

Would she have given it to anyone?

Daughter have boy child.

But Tomache not know where he is.

Never see him, will not see boy child.

Tomache

die soon.

You've no idea where this grandson is located?

No way to tell us how we can reach him?

Not know.

Dead maybe.

Who have other medallion?

One belong to Tomache's brother.

Him die many years ago.

He give silver to boy.

And this boy, do you know where he is?

He work on ranch, uh,

three, maybe

four days' ride.

He come to village for ceremony.

Him here now?

No, man from Sandorio

bring paper to.

Tomache this morning.

Paper come magic wire.

What does it say?

Tomache no read.

Redbird read for him.

Masked man look at signs on paper.

He's due in Sandorio on the stage in less than an hour.

There still may be time.

Tomache, we thank you for your help.

If we're not too late, this is one death we may prevent.

Go-heh.

(dramatic music)

(explosion booming)

Raider: All right, get down.

Hurry up.

(gunshot booming)

(gunshots booming)

(gunshot booming)

(fist thudding)

(gunshots booming)

Who do you ride for?

Tonto, take him to the mission.

Have the Padre go with you to Sandorio to lock him up.

Only jail is room over saloon, Kemo Sabe.

I know, but we have no choice.

Our one chance now is to get him to talk.

Save your breath, Mister.

Silver!

(Silver whinnying)

Where you go, Kemo Sabe?

After that stage.

The young Indian might be able to give us some information.

Sheriff: What in the thundering tarnation

is going on here?

What do you Injuns want?

We come for prisoner.

Give keys.

Now look here, Injun.

You can't order me around, I'm the sheriff here.

That prisoner's my responsibility, I just won't allow it.

Fat man stop us?

I'll lock you all up!

No bunch of redskins is gonna come bustin' into my place

and tell me what to do!

Put that prisoner back in his cell!

Prisoner: What kind of law is this, anyway?

Redbird: Indian law.

Tonto: Kemo Sabe.

Padre, what is it?

Redbird, the Indians in the village,

they've taken the prisoner from Sandorio.

Taken him?

Do you know where?

To their village.

I don't know what they will do with him.

Indian justice is swift.

Let's hope it's not too swift.

That prisoner is our only lead

to the rest of the Hooded Raiders.

Come on, Tonto.

Hyah!

No, no!

(arrow whistling through air)

No please!

White man, tell us who else killed my people.

No, no, don't!

(arrow whistling through air) (prisoner groaning)

Who you work for?

I can't, I can't, they'll kill me.

No!

(dramatic music)

No, I can't, don't shoot, no!

No, don't!

Any idea what's going on?

No, but I can see him good enough.

You think he'll talk?

Wouldn't you?

Grab those horses.

White man, tell truth.

Who are the Hooded Raiders?

Why you kill Indian?

Prisoner: Oh please, please don't!

Stop, I'll talk.

(gunshot booming)

Lone Ranger: Redbird, you've broken your promise to us.

No, my friend.

This man was our only clue to the others.

Now you've killed him.

No, Indian did not kill.

Bullet fired from over there.

Indian only try to frighten outlaw.

We have many way to loosen tongue of silent man.

But now he's dead.

White man die, but tell me name of man he work for.

Say Brady.

Brady?

Redbird: Brady is man who lead Hooded Raiders.

Redbird speak truth, Kemo Sabe.

Me find rifle shell and tracks of two horses.

What else did he say?

Say outlaws steal medallions.

Not know why. Only Brady know why.

There only one left, Kemo Sabe.

Maybe outlaws already have it.

Maybe Brett Reagan can find out a little more about this.

I have a good description of those medallions,

and Brady might be convinced that Reagan has the last one.

That dangerous, Kemo Sabe.

Maybe Brady already know where medallion is.

That's one chance I'll have to take.

(knocking)

Frances: Mr. Reagan.

Afternoon, Mrs. Henderson.

Sorry to bother you like this, but I'd like to speak

to your gentleman friend Mr. Brady.

Frances: What makes you think he's here?

Well his horse is outside, for one thing.

And you, for the other.

Frances: Come in, won't you?

Thank you.

Afternoon, Mr. Brady.

Please don't get up, sir, I'll sit down.

You don't give up, do you, bounty hunter?

Or maybe I didn't make myself clear enough

the last time you were here.

Lone Ranger: I'm not here to see the lady this time, sir.

It's you I wish to speak to.

Yeah, why?

Why, business, Mr. Brady.

Ross: I'm not interested.

Maybe you'd be interested if I told you

I knew the identity of the leader of the Hooded Raiders.

Why tell me?

Tell the sheriff, he's the law around here.

Well, I kind of figured

you'd like to hear about it first, sir.

You see, I'm interested in money.

Information like this is only worth a thousand dollars.

Thanks to Mrs. Henderson's reward.

I figure you'd like to offer twice that much.

Trying to blackmail me?

Sir, a Southern gentleman

never stoops to such tricks as blackmail.

I like to call it shrewd business dealings.

I wouldn't do anything like that, Mr. Brady.

I also happen to be in possession of some other information.

There whereabouts of a certain medallion.

Now, if you were to shoot me,

I wouldn't be able to tell you anymore, would I?

I don't follow you, Reagan.

Why should I be interested in any medallion?

Because it's written all over your face.

Now sit down, Mr. Brady.

No sense in getting all excited about this.

Now suppose you tell me who your employer is.

Ross: Employer?

That's right.

It's quite obvious

that you aren't equipped with the intelligence

to be behind an operation like this.

I'd rather do business with the person

you take your orders from.

Mister, I'm gonna take you apart!

Please, Ross, let me handle this!

Why don't you ride on back to town?

Look, Fran, this guy...

Please, let me talk to him alone, please.

Please, Ross.

All right.

But you be careful, you hear?

Yes, yes now go on,

and I'll talk to you later.

You seem rather suspicious, Mr. Reagan.

I've found it pays.

Yes, it does.

Would you like a drink?

No, thank you.

Never mix business with pleasure, as they say.

Well, then, let's get along to the business, shall we?

So tell me, what is this about a medallion?

Well, I'm not rightly sure you'd be interested, ma'am.

People have been killed for having one.

Frances: Well I posted a reward for the killers.

Possibly this is the answer to the mystery.

No, I don't think so.

That reward of yours is mighty nice,

but this is something worth a lot more.

I don't understand.

Lone Ranger: 10,000 dollars.

Ten?

For a medallion, a trinket?

Lone Ranger: Well like I said, ma'am,

people have been killed for having one.

I imagine those people would've thought

10,000 mighty cheap for their lives.

You interested?

Well, no, it's just that,

well this whole thing puzzles me.

Puzzled me lots more

until I got my hands on the medallion.

You have it?

Yes, ma'am.

And now I aim to sell it.

Well, perhaps I would be interested.

That is, you see, I collect valuable relics,

and if this medallion is worth what you say it is...

Ma'am, I think you're trying to play games with me.

I believe you know why it's worth so much.

Now, can we do business?

Well I'd have to see the medallion first.

Why, I'd sure be a fool

to carry anything like that with me.

No, I've got it safely hidden in a good spot,

two days' ride from Sandorio.

Well then I'm sorry, Mr. Reagan.

Thinking it over, 10,000's an awful lot of money

for something I haven't even seen.

I don't think I'm interested.

Well, that's perfectly all right, Mrs. Henderson.

I can afford to wait until the right buyer comes along.

Nice to have seen you again.

Wait!

Yes?

Please, Mr. Reagan, sit down.

I think you and I have a lot to talk about.

Yes, ma'am, I believe we do.

So you see, this proves

that the legendary gold city of Sib-bel-a existed.

The leader of the Spanish exploring party

that was destroyed by the meteorite found it

and inscribed the location on a silver plaque.

Then he dispatched an Indian slave

to take the plaque to Coronado.

The slave was attacked and wounded,

and lost the plaque along the trail.

He died, only telling that the plaque existed.

Well, that's amazing, ma'am.

And these medallions are cut from the plaque?

That's right.

And with yours, I'll have the location to the gold city.

Seems that's going to be worth more than 10,000, isn't it?

I believe I quoted a low price.

You won't have to worry about money

after this, Mr. Reagan.

I like you.

I like the way you think and the way you act.

You and I can become permanent partners.

That's why I told you all this.

Oh?

What about Brady?

He's a vicious, disgusting person.

And his only use to me has been

to carry out the necessary arrangements

in obtaining the medallions.

I think you'll find a way to dispose of him.

"Dispose of," ma'am?

I think you understand.

Yes, I expect I do.

Frances: Then it's settled?

Lone Ranger: Just a couple more details, Mrs. Henderson.

Frances: Frances.

Frances.

I'd like to advise you of my thinking along a few lines.

Please do.

Well, it's plain, with you owning the telegraph company,

not much can come and go without you knowing about it.

That's true.

On top of that, you're a respected citizen

here in the community.

Actually, you've got Sandorio

right in the palm of your pretty little hand.

What are you trying to say, Mr. Reagan?

That I wouldn't stand much of a chance

if you decided to have me killed.

Everyone would believe whatever you told them.

That's why I've got the medallion safely hidden,

in a good spot.

You're not only handsome, you're clever.

And fond of living, ma'am.

Then you think I'll double cross you?

Not exactly.

But I venture to say

that Ross Brady didn't think so, either.

One thing you'll have to remember.

I'm not Ross Brady.

I know.

Lone Ranger: There's no doubt about it.

Brady and the Henderson woman are behind these killings.

Tonto: Why we not take them to law?

We could.

But I want all the Hooded Raiders.

That plenty guns for us to fight, Kemo Sabe.

I know.

I'm going to ride to Denton.

Telegraph for help from the marshal's office.

Message not get through if sent from Sandorio.

Not with Frances Henderson controlling the wires.

Even the Padre's messages for help weren't sent.

Tonto: You not be back from Denton until late tomorrow.

You want me to wait here for you?

No, I'll meet you at the mission,

say about three o'clock.

Meantime, Tonto, you better ride into town.

Keep your eye on Brady and the Henderson woman.

If they make a move, follow them.

Patient: Thanks very much, Doctor.

James: I'll see you next Thursday, Mr. Garleen,

if it's all right with you.

Mr. Garleen: It certainly is.

Good day.

Hello, Paviva.

Padre.

How's the child?

Well enough apparently.

But we thought there'd be no harm

in having you look him over.

He's leaving the mission, you know.

No.

No, I didn't know.

Padre has found him a home,

where he will have both mother and father.

Paviva, I...

Shall we go in, Doctor?

Or do you treat your Indian patients in the street?

(men chuckling)

Ross: Hey, Doc.

Sheriff: Well, them redskin patients are startin' in

mighty early.

Padre: Your attempt at humor is uncalled for,

Mr. Matthison.

No offense meant, Padre.

You know how I feel about the doc.

Why, he saved my missus' life last fall,

I'll never forget that, no sir.

It's just I don't see why he wastes so much time

on them redskins, that's all.

Is it a waste of time to save a human life

if the skin is red?

Well now, you said it.

I didn't.

Or does the skin have to be like yours?

Padre: Paviva.

You'd better make her shut up, Padre.

I'm liable to go forgetting she's female.

Oscar, please.

"Oscar, please"!

Why do you not get down on your knees and thank the fat one?

Why, look, you...

You not touch her.

Why...

(fist thudding) (Oscar groaning)

You have the tongue and the courage of the coyote.

You speak much but you say nothing!

(screaming)

(gunshot booming)

Oscar: Doc.

It don't look good,

having a redskin talk like that.

What would you do if I said the same thing, Oscar?

Oscar: Well, that's different.

Is it?

Would it be so different?

Why, because you think I'm like you?

Oscar: Why, sure, Doc, I...

I want to tell you something.

I want to tell you all something.

I'm an Indian.

The blood of Tomache, chief of the tribe,

runs through my veins.

I'm his grandson.

All these years I've masqueraded

because I thought it was important.

I thought it would make a difference.

After what I've just witnessed, I know now I was wrong.

Paviva tried to make me understand.

I wouldn't listen.

Now, before all of you,

I'd like to beg her forgiveness.

I'll no longer have to hide this from the sight of anyone.

It's been the only thing I've kept

to remind me of my heritage.

Now I will continue to wear it proudly.

Padre: Oh doctor!

James: Quickly, let's get him inside.

Reagan's a phony, the doctor has the medallion.

Dr. Rolfe?

Yes, he's an Indian.

He just admitted in front of the whole town.

Come on.

Oscar: Sure is a surprise, huh folks?

Imagine the doc being a redskin.

Well, it's no sense in standing out here in the street.

How 'bout some drinks?

On me.

How about it, Fred?

Bill?

It ain't often old Oscar'll spring for free drinks.

You'll be all right with a little rest.

Padre, could you stay with him?

Certainly, James, but where are you going?

My people are meeting this afternoon

at the Lake of Fire for the ceremony.

I want to take Paviva and the child with me.

I want to see my grandfather,

speak to him before he hears from the others.

Padre: Surely, my son, I understand.

And I'll remain with Tonto until you return.

Perhaps Tomache will forgive me, too, Paviva,

as you have.

Paviva: I am sure he will, James.

James: And maybe Paviva

will not have to give up the child, Padre.

I think I know of a couple who want him very, very much.

Of course, there are a few legal technicalities.

The marriage ceremony is my favorite service.

With all modesty,

I might admit that I do an admirable job of it.

Doctor!

Lie down, Tonto.

Padre Esteban.

Now you're weak, my friend, you mustn't try to talk.

Where Doc?

He and the baby and Paviva have driven

towards the lake to see their people.

No no, now you mustn't try to get up.

Tonto: Doctor in great danger.

Hooded Raiders try to kill him.

Try to kill the doctor?

But why?

No time to talk, Padre, must find doctor.

But you can't ride.

You're in great pain.

Pain better than to have doctor be killed.

Padre, you have horse and buggy?

Yes, but uh...

You ride on road Fort Denton.

Masked man on way from junction.

You tell him, doctor wears last medallion.

Tell him Tonto ride toward lake.

"Last medallion"?

I don't understand.

No try to understand, Padre, just do.

Padre: Come on.

Doctor, you take my horse, go to lake right fast.

You in much danger.

James: But Tonto...

No time to talk.

Me take Paviva and baby to the village.

Hooded outlaws trying to kill you.

James: To kill me? But why?

For the medallion you wear.

Them kill you to get it.

Paviva: Look!

Village not far.

We reach there and get help.

Hah!

(whooping and yelling)

What is it, Padre?

Padre: I don't quite know.

Tonto told me tell you

that the doctor has the last medallion.

He's ridden to the lake to intercept the doctor and Paviva.

The doctor has it.

Yes, Dr. Rolfe is the grandson of Tomache.

Tonto said you would understand the danger.

Yes, Padre, I do.

There's no one here to help.

All of have gone to Lake of Fire, for celebration.

We can't risk a run for it out in the open.

Tonto: Doctor, take Paviva and baby in there.

Go, Scout, go, go!

Me try to make outlaw think you at other place in village.

No, Doctor, not worry about me, go inside, hurry.

Hyah!

(gunshots booming)

Tonto: Hyah, hyah, hyah!

Ya!

Hyah, hyah, hyah, hyah!

(gunshots booming)

Ya!

Ya, ya, ya!

(clattering)

Spread out.

We'll take this place apart till we find them.

He didn't make it.

They're closing in on him.

Oh, if I only had a gun.

(gunshot booming)

Paviva: My poor little baby.

James: Our baby, Paviva.

No harm will come to him, I promise.

(baby crying)

Be quiet, Paviva, don't make a sound.

(Paviva screaming)

(arrow whistling through air)

(dramatic music)

(gunshot booming)

(gunshot booming)

(gunshot booming)

(baby crying)

James: They've stopped shooting.

I can't see a thing.

Ross: The medallion, Doc.

Make it fast.

Come on!

(baby crying)

Kid goes with me.

To make sure I get out of here.

No, no please!

Ross: Give him to me.

Hey!

Give him here.

(baby crying)

(gunshot booming)

(Silver whinnying)

(baby cooing)

The baby is safe.

Are you two all right?

Yes.

But he got the medallion.

Doctor, Tonto is over there.

He'll need your help.

Better take this.

Frances!

Frances: Ross!

Help me.

Frances: Sure, Ross.

What happened?

The masked man,

he shot me.

Frances!

You've got to help me.

Frances: Yes, Ross, certainly, I'll help you.

Ross: Fran!

Oh, you!

(slap resounding) (Frances screaming)

(Ross yelling)

He came here and he tried to kill me.

I had to do it.

Lone Ranger: You had to do it

so the city of gold would be yours alone.

What?

You know what I'm talking about, Mrs. Henderson.

You've told your last lie.

(medallions clinking)

See, ma'am, these medallions will tell the whole story.

Federal marshals are on the way to Sandorio right now.

Why, you,

you must be...

That's right.

You told Brett Reagan

all the law needs to put you in prison

the rest of your life.

(Native Americans whooping) (drum beating)

The good spirit smiles upon us, Chief Tomache.

The cloud of evil has been lifted, Redbird.

The masked man has brought justice to our land again,

and my grandson has been returned to me.

Although my bones and flesh are old,

my heart is young once more.

Look there!

Even boy child feel the happiness of this day.

(baby cooing)

Do you think it's possible

they will find the city of gold, Tomache?

Could such a dream be true?

Many of Tomache's dreams have come true this day, Redbird.

Perhaps yet another will come to pass.

We can only wait.

The Spanish words in the drawings

indicate this to be the spot, Doctor.

But a city of gold, here?

It's only rock like the rest of these hills.

Kemo Sabe!

Behind this rock!

An opening.

(suspenseful music)

Paviva: Perhaps the city of gold is still only a legend.

Tonto: Kemo Sabe, over there, another tunnel.

Paviva: The golden city!

It's fantastic!

An underground cavern!

Why, it must have been here thousands of years.

It's like a dream.

Lone Ranger: Those stalactites

and stalagmites are pure gold.

James: And it's on Indian land.

All this belonged to our people.

The mission hospital, James!

All your dreams and hopes for the Indian!

This will be the answer.

Lake of Fire.

The mystery is now revealed.

Paviva, they're gone.

("William Tell Overture" by Rossini)

Tomache, look!

Our people have a new and shining hope, Paviva.

A new life stands before us.

None of this would be possible,

were it not for Tonto and the Lone Ranger.

Lone Ranger: Hi yo, Silver!

Away!