President Ulysses S. Grant: Who is that masked man?
The Lone Ranger: Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!
Second chief: [Tonto has brought a wounded John Reid to the Indian camp, where he can hide from Butch Cavendish] ... The Palefaces make many promises to us, yet they keep only one: they promise to take our land, and they take it. And now you bring one of them here, to be nursed back to health? Tonto, why?
Tonto: No one has greater cause than I to fill his heart with hatred for the White Man. He has taken my wife and my child from me. But the Paleface I have brought here today is my brother, and I will guard his life with my own if it comes to such. If I am wrong about him - if he proves to be an enemy - then I, Tonto, will decorate my lance with this White Man's hair. But until that day comes - UNLESS it comes - let him be judged not by his skin, but by his heart.
[Grant, on a train with Buffalo Bill Cody, Wild Bill Hickok and Col. George Armstrong Custer, is commenting on the decimation of the buffalo]
President Ulysses S. Grant: What happened to all the buffalo?
Buffalo Bill Cody: I shot 'em.
[Having just thanked the Lone Ranger for saving his life, Grant now turns to Tonto]
President Ulysses S. Grant: And how can I thank you?
Tonto: You can thank me by honoring your treaties with my people.
President Ulysses S. Grant: We will try.
Ranger Little: [During a gunfight in a canyon] It ain't the bullet that kills you...
[shoots a bad guy on a cliff]
Ranger Little: ...It's the fall.
[bad guy falls from cliff]
Balladeer: LYRICS TO "THE MAN IN THE MASK/BALLAD OF THE LONE RANGER"
Balladeer: The legend started simply, just a boy without a home; taken in by Indians, but still pretty much alone. He had to struggle with strange customs, and his own fears from within. He learned the wisdom of the forest; he learned the ways of the wind.
[FIRST CHORUS, opening credits]
Balladeer: The legends tell of men who died to open up the West. They rode through Hell to find their Promised Land. The legends tell of One who tried to fight for all the rest; his name unknown, a stranger alone, The Man In The Mask... The legends tell of One Brave Man who rode to meet the test; his name unknown, a stranger alone, The Man In The Mask.
Balladeer: Del Rio was a town in trouble, a town with a gun in its back; plagued by crime that just wouldn't stop, and cursed with a Sheriff that wore Black. So you'd think they'd be suspicious, but certain folks rarely are. They're willing to trust their law to just about any man who wears a star.
Balladeer: Butch Cavendish lived undisturbed, waging his private war. And men who made mistakes were simply men he could not afford. Some say he was a monster, and others called him mad. Let's just say Butch Cavendish was everything that's bad.
[FOURTH VERSE, following the ambush]
Balladeer: One thing about that Cavendish, he knew how to set a trap. And he finished off the Rangers that day in Bryant's Gap. And Collins had to check them all 'till Butch was satisfied. Dead men lying everywhere, and bloody brothers side by side.
Balladeer: And Tonto recognized John Reid by the amulet he wore. But John had once saved Tonto's life, so this evened up the score. Tonto had to hide his friend and keep him out of town; 'cause if Butch had known that one Ranger lived, he was sure to hunt John down.
Balladeer: What is it that brings two friends together, or sends the waves to the sand? And what is it that drives a creature of nature to reach out to the world of Man? Just such a creature was this Great White Horse, as wise and as wild as a runaway. And the moment John first laid eyes on it, he swore he'd ride it someday.
Balladeer: Now John Reid was just a memory; the Masked Man had taken his place. But that didn't mean his heart wasn't touched when he saw Amy Striker's face. Amy had stayed to do her uncle's work and to keep his dreams alive. But unless the Masked Man could find Cavendish, true justice would never survive.
[EIGHTH VERSE, after Tonto is arrested for Collins' murder]
Balladeer: I don't guess anyone stopped to ask what Tonto was guilty of. That didn't stop 'em from wanting to see him swinging high above. But Tonto showed no sign of fear, and he held on to a fervent hope... that the Masked Man wouldn't let his blood brother hang from the end of a rope.
Balladeer: Those Cavendish Boys had been working real hard, going over each step of their plan. Meanwhile, ol' Butch was mighty disturbed by reports of a strange Masked Man. But he wouldn't let rumors mess up his scheme, so he set out on his final campaign. He and his Boys rode to their rendezvous with President Grant's private train.
Balladeer: So Cavendish had pulled it off, vanished without firing a shot. The Masked Man and Tonto had to move fast, and ride while his trail was still hot. They didn't know what he intended to do, but the life at stake was President Grant's. Perhaps Butch would hold him; perhaps Butch would kill him; they just couldn't take that chance.
[SECOND CHORUS, closing credits]
Balladeer: A fiery horse across the plains and he was gone from sight. He changed the course of history as he rode. And folks would tell of one Lone Ranger turning wrong to right. They wondered who, but they never knew... The Man In The Mask
Tonto: Repay me by honoring your treaties with my people.
President Ulysses S. Grant: Yes, we will TRY, you have my word.
First Scalphunter: You got him! You got him!
Young John Reid: Shh, sit down. Get down!
Young Tonto: Leave me alone!
First Scalphunter: You ain't never gonna find that little redskin.
Second Scalphunter: When I do, I'm gonna scalp him.
Young John Reid: [whispering] Go. It's alright. Come on.
Second Scalphunter: The little injun's somewhere.
Young John Reid: [whispering] Get down.
First Scalphunter: They're at the Reid place. Come on, we're missin' it.
Young John Reid: The ranch. The ranch! Dad! Ma! Dad!
Maj. Bartholomew 'Butch' Cavendish: Dale Wesley Stillwell, Robert Edward Gattlin, it is the finding of this military tribunal that you are in violation of the articles of war. And your undisciplinary conduct resulted in the failure of a military objective. Therefore, it is the pronouncement of this tribunal that you are to be executed by firing squad. Forthwith. Mr. Perlmutter...
Maj. Bartholomew 'Butch' Cavendish: Carry out the orders of the tribunal.
Perlmutter (Cavendish's lieutenant): Yes, Sir.
Ranger Captain Dan Reid: Grant. Grant's comin' out here. He's gonna hunt buffalo, make speeches. Everybody in the whole town's gonna turn out there and wave little flags. Me? I'd like to piss on him.
John Reid: [laughing uncomfortably] He's the President of the United States.
Ranger Captain Dan Reid: He's a liar and a drunk. Piss on the president. Piss on the cabinet. He ain't gonna help us out here, you know. In Texas, robbers are outlaws. In Washington, robbers are elected. Isn't that right? Huh, Little Brother? John?
[John Reid is fast asleep]
Ranger Captain Dan Reid: I don't want to talk about it anymore.
Sheriff Wiatt: Major Cavendish, sir.
Maj. Bartholomew 'Butch' Cavendish: What is it?
Sheriff Wiatt: Sir. Well, it seems to me, sir, that they just - they just did what most men would have done.
Maj. Bartholomew 'Butch' Cavendish: I have no room for ordinary men, Mr. Wiatt.
Maj. Bartholomew 'Butch' Cavendish: We are on a course that will alter the history of this country. Men who do not obey orders for the sake of their own personal gains are a clear and president danger to my plan.
[President Grant admires a rifle on Maj. Cavendish's wall]
Maj. Bartholomew 'Butch' Cavendish: I got that at Shiloh. Cavalry Major's. It was his last glorious charge.
President Ulysses S. Grant: Poor bastard.
President Ulysses S. Grant: Hey! Where the Hell you goin' and leaving me here?
The Lone Ranger: You're safer here, Mr. President.
President Ulysses S. Grant: Yeah, but I can help ya. I've been in a few battles myself, son.
The Lone Ranger: Now you're president, so keep your head down.
President Ulysses S. Grant: I signed your court martial? I don't remember it.
Maj. Bartholomew 'Butch' Cavendish: What happened wasn't my fault.
President Ulysses S. Grant: It never is.
Maj. Bartholomew 'Butch' Cavendish: I am Major Batholomew Cavendish. And you, Mr. President, are my prisoner.
President Ulysses S. Grant: Thirty days is too long to give 'em. I'd change that. They'll bicker and debate and scratch their indecisive asses. And by the time they sober up, I'll be dead.
Maj. Bartholomew 'Butch' Cavendish: You may be right.
John Reid: I read your article you wrote in the paper this morning.
Amy Striker: Oh? Did you like it?
John Reid: Well, you made me sound like a hero.
Amy Striker: You see, Father, I cannot stop my writing. It is my only weapon. It is all I have.
The Lone Ranger: [disguised as a priest] I understand.