The Lone Ranger and the Lost City of Gold (1958) Movie Script
1
[male vocal group] 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
[music: "William Tell Overture"]
[horses neigh]
[gunfire]
[gunfire continues]
[silent]
[screams]
He won't be talking to anybody.
What about that masked man and Injun?
They can cause us plenty of trouble.
Well, 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.
Uh, me get horses.
[Silver neighs]
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 gurgles]
A baby!
[chuckles]
Him must have been put in rocks
before outlaws attacked.
Well, Silver found the baby. 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 coughs]
[chuckles]
[bell tolls]
Kemo- sabe, them think we kill this man.
Padre! Padre, come quickly!
Welcome, my sons.
Hello, Padre.
We didn't mean to frighten your people.
Yes, yes, I know, my friend, but...
Do you know that man?
Padre, it's Koomani from the village.
He was attacked
by a group of hooded outlaws.
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.
[blesses in Latin]
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.
- [baby gurgles]
- 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... and I will love him.
[baby gurgles]
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 the baby was unharmed.
Me get doctor. Where I find him?
In his office, in Sandorio.
Dr. James Rolfe.
Brady, come here.
That's the Indian
that was with the masked man.
And he's looking for the doc.
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.
Doctor's upstairs in lock- up,
attending one of my prisoners.
If you got any business with him,
get on outside and wait for him.
Me find doctor.
I said, outside, Injun!
Maybe you're hard of hearing, Injun.
Maybe he don't know
it's the sheriff talking to him.
Take it easy on the woodwork, boys.
Costs a lot of money
to keep this place solid.
Stop it!
- Let that man alone.
- Better keep out of it, Doc.
- That's enough!
- [grunts]
Doc, what's the matter?
You getting queasy or something?
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 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.
You're Dr. James Rolfe?
That's right.
Padre sent me from mission.
- Is the Padre ill?
- No, but him want you come.
Certainly.
[chuckles] Another one
of them charity patients, huh, Doc?
Oh, now, don't get sore, Doc.
You know how it is,
I got to see to it the place is run right.
[gurgles]
[Doc] 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.
But I'm afraid Tonto found out painfully
what kind of a man our sheriff is.
Ah, 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]
Come in, my dear. You're a welcome sight
to the tired eyes of an old man.
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.
[chuckles]
I saw horses outside.
I'm not intruding on something, am I?
No, Frances.
The horses belong to some friends of mine.
[baby gurgles]
Oh, what a precious child!
The baby's father was attacked
and killed by the Hooded Raiders.
How terrible! But 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 Marshal's office?
- Have you received any word?
- Not a word, Padre.
I doubt if anyone even knows
this town exists anymore,
including the Federal Marshal's office.
I sometimes wonder why I stay here.
If it weren't for men like you and the
doctor, I would've left a long time ago.
Tell me, Dr. Rolfe,
what keeps you in Sandorio?
It's my home.
But a handsome, intelligent young man
like you,
why, you could make twice as much money
in some other town.
[Padre] It's his job to heal
the sick of 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?
[sobs softly]
[crickets chirp]
[Silver scrapes ground]
[Silver neighs]
[clattering]
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's 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.
And a great silver stallion.
[speaks Native American language]
- When I first saw the mask, I thought--
- Thought I was one of the Hooded Raiders?
[sighs] 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.
[Redbird] It is beginning of ceremony
of Lake of Fire.
Torch will burn till five suns
have crossed the sky.
The 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.
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.
Many were killed.
Spanish soldiers hunt
for seven cities of gold.
They care not who dies.
The Indians fought 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.
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.
[coyote howls]
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.
Make out anything?
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.
I know you would, Ross.
Please, Ross, not now.
We'll have plenty of time together
after this is all over.
That city of gold's been there
a long time. It's not going anywhere.
I know that.
Well, 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.
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 Cibola was a reality.
It's right here, Ross, near Sandorio.
[sighs]
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 a little tired
of collecting Indian trinkets.
They think I'm a little loco.
- 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 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?
Oh, Fran, you're great.
So are you.
I know, but convince me.
[gunshot]
[yelling]
[crickets chirp
and coyote howls in distance]
Tonto, I don't understand it.
They kill a poor Indian
for no apparent reason.
And then they rob Frances Henderson
of a payroll.
You think maybe them try to throw
suspicion away from Indian killing?
I don't know.
I wonder, the legend of the Lake of Fire.
Could it have any connection
with these mysterious killings?
[snorts]
[neighs]
[Lone Ranger laughs]
Kemo- sabe?
[Southern accent] Brett Reagan, from Baton
Rouge, Louisiana, at your service, sir.
Seems 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?
[own voice] 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. [chuckles]
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.
- [Southern accent] I'll try not to, ma'am.
- You like my painting?
Well, I never did care much for Velzquez.
Cannon 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.
- 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.
[chuckles] 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.
[footsteps]
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.
But was he robbed? Was he carrying
anything of value, like money, gold?
Husband not have gold.
Evil men steal coins, bracelets...
neckpiece 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?
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 want to know what he's doing here.
Mr. Reagan is here on business.
He's a bounty hunter.
He's interested in collecting
the reward for the Hooded Raiders.
I don't like strangers coming 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.
[bell tolls]
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.
Paviva?
- He looks healthy, Paviva.
- [baby gurgles]
There's nothing like a mother's love,
I guess.
Oh, James!
Paviva, don't.
Please try to understand, Paviva.
I've tried to find the right answer...
the right words
to make you realize how I feel.
[sighs] 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.
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, believe me.
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.
[stagecoach approaches]
[dog barks]
[men chatter in background]
[excited chattering]
- Well, we've got another killing.
- [man] Who was it?
Old Charlie Gray.
I found him at the way station.
[excited chattering]
Excuse me.
That station's burnt clear to the ground.
Must've been them Hooded Raiders again.
Lord knows
why they'd want to kill old Charlie.
Couple of 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.
Uh, 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.
Mm. That right.
The old Indian lady told me 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?
Yeah, it 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.
Uh, a day's ride back to Indian village,
Kemo- sabe.
We'd better hurry.
Another life may be in danger.
[Morse code clicks]
This is it, Ross,
what we've been waiting for.
Mm- hm.
- Welcome to our village.
- Thank you, Redbird.
We'd like to speak to Chief Tomache.
He lies outside council hut.
Greetings, Chief Tomache.
We come as friends, to speak with you.
Oh. You man who ride silver stallion?
Uh, are you Tonto?
Ah! Redbird tell me you come help us.
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?
Oh, it's many year ago.
When Tomache young chief...
find silver in canyon.
Got pieces.
Ah... Give friends.
- How many, Tomache?
- Ah! Five.
All man who die have one.
Then these killings do tie up.
Tomache, you must tell us
who else has those medallions.
There are two left.
[Tomache] 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.
Huh. 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...
[grunts]
[grunts]
Three, maybe four days' ride.
Ah, he come to village for ceremony.
Him here now?
No. No, man from Sandorio
bring paper to Tomache this morning.
Ah, paper come, magic wire.
- What does it say?
- Uh, 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.
[speaks Native American language]
[Brady] All right, get down.
Hurry up.
[gunshot]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[groans]
Who do you ride for?
[pants]
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!
[neighs]
Where you go, Kemo- sabe?
Back to that stage. The young Indian
might be able to give us some information.
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!
[inhales] No bunch of redskins is
gonna come busting into my place
and tell me what to do!
Put that prisoner back in his cell!
What kind of law is this, anyway?
Indian law.
[low murmuring]
[low murmuring]
[carriage approaches]
Kemo- sabe.
Padre, what is it?
Redbird, the Indians from the village,
they've taken the prisoner from Sandorio.
Taken him? Well, 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's our only lead to the rest
of the Hooded Raiders. Come on, Tonto.
Ya!
No, no!
No, please!
White man tell us
who else killed my people.
[pants] No! No, don't!
- [groans]
- Who you work for?
[pants] I can't! I can't! They'll kill me.
No! [groans]
No. No, I can't! Don't shoot, no!
No, don't!
- Can you hear 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?
Oh, please! Please don't! Stop, I'll talk.
[groans]
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 ways
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.
[knocks]
Mr. Reagan.
Afternoon, Mrs. Henderson.
Sorry to bother you like this,
but I'd like to speak
to your gentleman friend, Mr. Brady.
What makes you think he's here?
Well, his horse is outside, for one thing.
And you, for the other.
Come in, won't you?
Thank you.
Good 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.
Oh, I'm not here to see the lady
this time, sir.
It's you I wish to speak to.
- Yeah, why?
- Ah, why, business, Mr. Brady.
I'm not interested.
Maybe you'd be interested
if I told you I knew the identity
of the leader of the Hooded Raiders.
[Brady] Well, 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 figured you'd like to offer
twice that much.
Are you 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...
the 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.
- Why you...
- Now, sit down, Mr. Brady.
No sense in getting all excited
about this.
Now, suppose you tell me
who your employer is.
Employer?
That's right. It's quite obvious
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--
- Please, let me talk to him alone! Please!
Huh...
Please, Ross.
[breathes heavily]
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
with 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.
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.
Ten thousand dollars.
Ten? For a medallion... a trinket?
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?
- [chuckles] Why, 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. Uh...
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.
Well, 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.
[chuckles]
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 Cibola 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've 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.
Then it's settled?
Just a couple of more details,
Mrs. Henderson.
Frances.
Uh, 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. [chuckles]
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.
[chuckles]
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.
There's no doubt about it.
Brady and the Henderson woman
are behind these killings.
Why we not take them to law?
We could,
but I want all the Hooded Raiders.
Uh, 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.
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.
In the meantime, Tonto,
you'd better ride into town.
Keep your eye on Brady
and the Henderson woman.
If they make a move, follow them.
Thanks very much, Doctor.
I'll see you next Thursday,
if it's all right with you.
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?
[laughter and indistinct chattering]
[Sheriff] Hey, Doc.
Well... [chuckles] Them redskin patients
are starting in mighty early, ain't they?
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?
[chuckles]
Well, now, you said it, I didn't.
- Or does the skin have to be like yours?
- 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 beg the fat one?
Why, look, you...
You not touch her.
Why you... [groans]
[low murmuring]
You have the tongue
and the courage of the coyote.
You speak much, but you say nothing!
[Paviva screams]
[screaming]
[low murmuring]
[Sheriff] Doc.
Uh, it don't look good,
having a redskin talk like that.
What would you do
if I said the same thing, Oscar?
Well, that's different.
Is it? Would it be so different?
Why? Because you think I'm like you?
[stutters] 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.
- Oh, Doctor!
- 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 it
in front of the whole town.
Come on.
Sure is a surprise, huh, folks?
[chuckles and mumbles]
Uh, imagine the doc being a redskin.
Well, there's no sense
in standing out here in the street.
How about some drinks... on me?
How about it, Fred?
Bill?
It ain't often old Oscar
will 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.
I'll remain with Tonto until you return.
Perhaps Tomache will forgive me, too,
Paviva, as you have.
I am sure he will, 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.
[Paviva laughs softly]
[hammering]
Doctor!
It is I, Tonto, Padre Esteban.
Now, you're weak, my friend.
You mustn't try to talk.
Where doctor?
He and the baby and Paviva have driven
towards the lake to see their people.
No, no, you mustn't try to get up.
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 toward 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.
[inhales] No try to understand, Padre.
Just do.
Come on.
Doctor, you take my horse. Go to lake.
Ride fast. You in much danger.
- But, Tonto--
- No time to talk.
Me take Paviva and baby to the village.
Hooded outlaws trying to kill you.
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.
Ya, ya!
Ya, ya!
Whoa!
What is it, 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.
Whoa.
There is no one here to help.
All have gone to Lake of Fire
for celebration.
- We can't risk a run- for- it in the open.
- 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.
Ya!
Ya!
Ya, ya, ya, ya!
Ya!
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya!
Ya!
Ya, ya! Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya!
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.
- [baby gurgles]
- My poor little baby.
Our baby, Paviva.
No harm will come to him, I promise.
[baby cries]
Be quiet, Paviva. Don't make a sound.
[Paviva screams]
[trigger clicks]
[groans]
[grunts]
[pants]
[pants softly]
[baby cries in distance]
- [baby cries]
- They've stopped shooting.
I can't see a thing.
The medallion, Doc. Make it fast.
Come on!
[baby cries]
Kid goes with me...
to make sure I get out of here.
No! No, please!
- Give him to me.
- Hey!
Give him here!
[baby cries]
[neighs]
[neighs and snorts]
[baby cries]
- [trigger clicks]
- [Silver neighs]
[snorts and whinnies]
[neighs]
[groans]
[neighs]
[baby gurgles]
- [Silver neighs]
- [baby gurgles]
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. You'd better take this.
Frances!
- [groans]
- Ross!
Help me. [pants]
Oh. Sure, Ross.
[grunts and pants]
What happened?
The masked man... [pants]
he shot me. [grunts]
Frances! You've got to help me!
Yes, Ross, certainly, I'll help you.
[pants]
Fran!
Oh, you!
[screams]
[grunts]
[pants]
- [grunts]
- [screams in pain]
[groans]
[pants] He came here
and he tried to kill me. I had to do it.
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.
[Southern accent] 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.
[sighs]
[drums play and joyous whooping]
The good spirit smiles upon us,
Chief Tomache.
[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.
[chuckles] Look there!
- [baby gurgles]
- Boy child feel the happiness of this day.
[gurgles happily]
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.
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.
Perhaps the city of gold
is still only a legend.
Kemo- sabe, over there, another tunnel.
[Paviva] The golden city!
[Padre] It's fantastic!
An underground cavern!
Why, it must have been here
thousands of years.
It's like a dream.
Those stalactites
and stalagmites are pure gold.
[Doctor] And it's on Indian land.
All this belonged to our people.
The mission hospital, James!
All your dreams and hopes for the Indians!
This will be the answer.
[Doctor] The Lake of Fire.
Its mystery is now revealed.
Paviva, they're gone.
[music: "William Tell Overture"]
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-ho, Silver! Away!
[male vocal group] 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
[music: "William Tell Overture"]
[horses neigh]
[gunfire]
[gunfire continues]
[silent]
[screams]
He won't be talking to anybody.
What about that masked man and Injun?
They can cause us plenty of trouble.
Well, 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.
Uh, me get horses.
[Silver neighs]
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 gurgles]
A baby!
[chuckles]
Him must have been put in rocks
before outlaws attacked.
Well, Silver found the baby. 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 coughs]
[chuckles]
[bell tolls]
Kemo- sabe, them think we kill this man.
Padre! Padre, come quickly!
Welcome, my sons.
Hello, Padre.
We didn't mean to frighten your people.
Yes, yes, I know, my friend, but...
Do you know that man?
Padre, it's Koomani from the village.
He was attacked
by a group of hooded outlaws.
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.
[blesses in Latin]
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.
- [baby gurgles]
- 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... and I will love him.
[baby gurgles]
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 the baby was unharmed.
Me get doctor. Where I find him?
In his office, in Sandorio.
Dr. James Rolfe.
Brady, come here.
That's the Indian
that was with the masked man.
And he's looking for the doc.
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.
Doctor's upstairs in lock- up,
attending one of my prisoners.
If you got any business with him,
get on outside and wait for him.
Me find doctor.
I said, outside, Injun!
Maybe you're hard of hearing, Injun.
Maybe he don't know
it's the sheriff talking to him.
Take it easy on the woodwork, boys.
Costs a lot of money
to keep this place solid.
Stop it!
- Let that man alone.
- Better keep out of it, Doc.
- That's enough!
- [grunts]
Doc, what's the matter?
You getting queasy or something?
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 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.
You're Dr. James Rolfe?
That's right.
Padre sent me from mission.
- Is the Padre ill?
- No, but him want you come.
Certainly.
[chuckles] Another one
of them charity patients, huh, Doc?
Oh, now, don't get sore, Doc.
You know how it is,
I got to see to it the place is run right.
[gurgles]
[Doc] 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.
But I'm afraid Tonto found out painfully
what kind of a man our sheriff is.
Ah, 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]
Come in, my dear. You're a welcome sight
to the tired eyes of an old man.
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.
[chuckles]
I saw horses outside.
I'm not intruding on something, am I?
No, Frances.
The horses belong to some friends of mine.
[baby gurgles]
Oh, what a precious child!
The baby's father was attacked
and killed by the Hooded Raiders.
How terrible! But 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 Marshal's office?
- Have you received any word?
- Not a word, Padre.
I doubt if anyone even knows
this town exists anymore,
including the Federal Marshal's office.
I sometimes wonder why I stay here.
If it weren't for men like you and the
doctor, I would've left a long time ago.
Tell me, Dr. Rolfe,
what keeps you in Sandorio?
It's my home.
But a handsome, intelligent young man
like you,
why, you could make twice as much money
in some other town.
[Padre] It's his job to heal
the sick of 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?
[sobs softly]
[crickets chirp]
[Silver scrapes ground]
[Silver neighs]
[clattering]
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's 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.
And a great silver stallion.
[speaks Native American language]
- When I first saw the mask, I thought--
- Thought I was one of the Hooded Raiders?
[sighs] 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.
[Redbird] It is beginning of ceremony
of Lake of Fire.
Torch will burn till five suns
have crossed the sky.
The 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.
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.
Many were killed.
Spanish soldiers hunt
for seven cities of gold.
They care not who dies.
The Indians fought 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.
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.
[coyote howls]
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.
Make out anything?
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.
I know you would, Ross.
Please, Ross, not now.
We'll have plenty of time together
after this is all over.
That city of gold's been there
a long time. It's not going anywhere.
I know that.
Well, 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.
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 Cibola was a reality.
It's right here, Ross, near Sandorio.
[sighs]
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 a little tired
of collecting Indian trinkets.
They think I'm a little loco.
- 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 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?
Oh, Fran, you're great.
So are you.
I know, but convince me.
[gunshot]
[yelling]
[crickets chirp
and coyote howls in distance]
Tonto, I don't understand it.
They kill a poor Indian
for no apparent reason.
And then they rob Frances Henderson
of a payroll.
You think maybe them try to throw
suspicion away from Indian killing?
I don't know.
I wonder, the legend of the Lake of Fire.
Could it have any connection
with these mysterious killings?
[snorts]
[neighs]
[Lone Ranger laughs]
Kemo- sabe?
[Southern accent] Brett Reagan, from Baton
Rouge, Louisiana, at your service, sir.
Seems 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?
[own voice] 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. [chuckles]
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.
- [Southern accent] I'll try not to, ma'am.
- You like my painting?
Well, I never did care much for Velzquez.
Cannon 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.
- 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.
[chuckles] 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.
[footsteps]
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.
But was he robbed? Was he carrying
anything of value, like money, gold?
Husband not have gold.
Evil men steal coins, bracelets...
neckpiece 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?
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 want to know what he's doing here.
Mr. Reagan is here on business.
He's a bounty hunter.
He's interested in collecting
the reward for the Hooded Raiders.
I don't like strangers coming 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.
[bell tolls]
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.
Paviva?
- He looks healthy, Paviva.
- [baby gurgles]
There's nothing like a mother's love,
I guess.
Oh, James!
Paviva, don't.
Please try to understand, Paviva.
I've tried to find the right answer...
the right words
to make you realize how I feel.
[sighs] 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.
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, believe me.
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.
[stagecoach approaches]
[dog barks]
[men chatter in background]
[excited chattering]
- Well, we've got another killing.
- [man] Who was it?
Old Charlie Gray.
I found him at the way station.
[excited chattering]
Excuse me.
That station's burnt clear to the ground.
Must've been them Hooded Raiders again.
Lord knows
why they'd want to kill old Charlie.
Couple of 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.
Uh, 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.
Mm. That right.
The old Indian lady told me 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?
Yeah, it 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.
Uh, a day's ride back to Indian village,
Kemo- sabe.
We'd better hurry.
Another life may be in danger.
[Morse code clicks]
This is it, Ross,
what we've been waiting for.
Mm- hm.
- Welcome to our village.
- Thank you, Redbird.
We'd like to speak to Chief Tomache.
He lies outside council hut.
Greetings, Chief Tomache.
We come as friends, to speak with you.
Oh. You man who ride silver stallion?
Uh, are you Tonto?
Ah! Redbird tell me you come help us.
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?
Oh, it's many year ago.
When Tomache young chief...
find silver in canyon.
Got pieces.
Ah... Give friends.
- How many, Tomache?
- Ah! Five.
All man who die have one.
Then these killings do tie up.
Tomache, you must tell us
who else has those medallions.
There are two left.
[Tomache] 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.
Huh. 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...
[grunts]
[grunts]
Three, maybe four days' ride.
Ah, he come to village for ceremony.
Him here now?
No. No, man from Sandorio
bring paper to Tomache this morning.
Ah, paper come, magic wire.
- What does it say?
- Uh, 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.
[speaks Native American language]
[Brady] All right, get down.
Hurry up.
[gunshot]
[grunts]
[grunts]
[groans]
Who do you ride for?
[pants]
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!
[neighs]
Where you go, Kemo- sabe?
Back to that stage. The young Indian
might be able to give us some information.
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!
[inhales] No bunch of redskins is
gonna come busting into my place
and tell me what to do!
Put that prisoner back in his cell!
What kind of law is this, anyway?
Indian law.
[low murmuring]
[low murmuring]
[carriage approaches]
Kemo- sabe.
Padre, what is it?
Redbird, the Indians from the village,
they've taken the prisoner from Sandorio.
Taken him? Well, 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's our only lead to the rest
of the Hooded Raiders. Come on, Tonto.
Ya!
No, no!
No, please!
White man tell us
who else killed my people.
[pants] No! No, don't!
- [groans]
- Who you work for?
[pants] I can't! I can't! They'll kill me.
No! [groans]
No. No, I can't! Don't shoot, no!
No, don't!
- Can you hear 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?
Oh, please! Please don't! Stop, I'll talk.
[groans]
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 ways
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.
[knocks]
Mr. Reagan.
Afternoon, Mrs. Henderson.
Sorry to bother you like this,
but I'd like to speak
to your gentleman friend, Mr. Brady.
What makes you think he's here?
Well, his horse is outside, for one thing.
And you, for the other.
Come in, won't you?
Thank you.
Good 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.
Oh, I'm not here to see the lady
this time, sir.
It's you I wish to speak to.
- Yeah, why?
- Ah, why, business, Mr. Brady.
I'm not interested.
Maybe you'd be interested
if I told you I knew the identity
of the leader of the Hooded Raiders.
[Brady] Well, 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 figured you'd like to offer
twice that much.
Are you 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...
the 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.
- Why you...
- Now, sit down, Mr. Brady.
No sense in getting all excited
about this.
Now, suppose you tell me
who your employer is.
Employer?
That's right. It's quite obvious
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--
- Please, let me talk to him alone! Please!
Huh...
Please, Ross.
[breathes heavily]
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
with 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.
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.
Ten thousand dollars.
Ten? For a medallion... a trinket?
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?
- [chuckles] Why, 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. Uh...
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.
Well, 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.
[chuckles]
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 Cibola 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've 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.
Then it's settled?
Just a couple of more details,
Mrs. Henderson.
Frances.
Uh, 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. [chuckles]
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.
[chuckles]
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.
There's no doubt about it.
Brady and the Henderson woman
are behind these killings.
Why we not take them to law?
We could,
but I want all the Hooded Raiders.
Uh, 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.
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.
In the meantime, Tonto,
you'd better ride into town.
Keep your eye on Brady
and the Henderson woman.
If they make a move, follow them.
Thanks very much, Doctor.
I'll see you next Thursday,
if it's all right with you.
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?
[laughter and indistinct chattering]
[Sheriff] Hey, Doc.
Well... [chuckles] Them redskin patients
are starting in mighty early, ain't they?
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?
[chuckles]
Well, now, you said it, I didn't.
- Or does the skin have to be like yours?
- 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 beg the fat one?
Why, look, you...
You not touch her.
Why you... [groans]
[low murmuring]
You have the tongue
and the courage of the coyote.
You speak much, but you say nothing!
[Paviva screams]
[screaming]
[low murmuring]
[Sheriff] Doc.
Uh, it don't look good,
having a redskin talk like that.
What would you do
if I said the same thing, Oscar?
Well, that's different.
Is it? Would it be so different?
Why? Because you think I'm like you?
[stutters] 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.
- Oh, Doctor!
- 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 it
in front of the whole town.
Come on.
Sure is a surprise, huh, folks?
[chuckles and mumbles]
Uh, imagine the doc being a redskin.
Well, there's no sense
in standing out here in the street.
How about some drinks... on me?
How about it, Fred?
Bill?
It ain't often old Oscar
will 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.
I'll remain with Tonto until you return.
Perhaps Tomache will forgive me, too,
Paviva, as you have.
I am sure he will, 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.
[Paviva laughs softly]
[hammering]
Doctor!
It is I, Tonto, Padre Esteban.
Now, you're weak, my friend.
You mustn't try to talk.
Where doctor?
He and the baby and Paviva have driven
towards the lake to see their people.
No, no, you mustn't try to get up.
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 toward 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.
[inhales] No try to understand, Padre.
Just do.
Come on.
Doctor, you take my horse. Go to lake.
Ride fast. You in much danger.
- But, Tonto--
- No time to talk.
Me take Paviva and baby to the village.
Hooded outlaws trying to kill you.
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.
Ya, ya!
Ya, ya!
Whoa!
What is it, 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.
Whoa.
There is no one here to help.
All have gone to Lake of Fire
for celebration.
- We can't risk a run- for- it in the open.
- 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.
Ya!
Ya!
Ya, ya, ya, ya!
Ya!
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya!
Ya!
Ya, ya! Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya!
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.
- [baby gurgles]
- My poor little baby.
Our baby, Paviva.
No harm will come to him, I promise.
[baby cries]
Be quiet, Paviva. Don't make a sound.
[Paviva screams]
[trigger clicks]
[groans]
[grunts]
[pants]
[pants softly]
[baby cries in distance]
- [baby cries]
- They've stopped shooting.
I can't see a thing.
The medallion, Doc. Make it fast.
Come on!
[baby cries]
Kid goes with me...
to make sure I get out of here.
No! No, please!
- Give him to me.
- Hey!
Give him here!
[baby cries]
[neighs]
[neighs and snorts]
[baby cries]
- [trigger clicks]
- [Silver neighs]
[snorts and whinnies]
[neighs]
[groans]
[neighs]
[baby gurgles]
- [Silver neighs]
- [baby gurgles]
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. You'd better take this.
Frances!
- [groans]
- Ross!
Help me. [pants]
Oh. Sure, Ross.
[grunts and pants]
What happened?
The masked man... [pants]
he shot me. [grunts]
Frances! You've got to help me!
Yes, Ross, certainly, I'll help you.
[pants]
Fran!
Oh, you!
[screams]
[grunts]
[pants]
- [grunts]
- [screams in pain]
[groans]
[pants] He came here
and he tried to kill me. I had to do it.
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.
[Southern accent] 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.
[sighs]
[drums play and joyous whooping]
The good spirit smiles upon us,
Chief Tomache.
[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.
[chuckles] Look there!
- [baby gurgles]
- Boy child feel the happiness of this day.
[gurgles happily]
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.
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.
Perhaps the city of gold
is still only a legend.
Kemo- sabe, over there, another tunnel.
[Paviva] The golden city!
[Padre] It's fantastic!
An underground cavern!
Why, it must have been here
thousands of years.
It's like a dream.
Those stalactites
and stalagmites are pure gold.
[Doctor] And it's on Indian land.
All this belonged to our people.
The mission hospital, James!
All your dreams and hopes for the Indians!
This will be the answer.
[Doctor] The Lake of Fire.
Its mystery is now revealed.
Paviva, they're gone.
[music: "William Tell Overture"]
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-ho, Silver! Away!