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Texas Rangers Script


  

  

 

                   

( two loud gunshots )



 

                   

( men shouting and whooping )



 

                   

( battlefield gunfire )



 

                   

NARRATOR:

During the Civil War, the only

lawmen in Southern Texas--



 

                   

the Texas Rangers-- disbanded

to fight for the Confederacy.



 

                   

Ranger Captain LeanderMcNelly

was also the local preacher.



 

                   

He left his family and ministry

to fight alongside his men.



 

                   

After the war, McNelly

returned to a defeated Texas



 

                   

and found his wife

and three sous gone--



  

                   

taken by bandits.



  

                   

In the ten years

since the war's end



  

                   

bandits have overrun

southern Texas.



  

                   

Now, the governor

is looking for McNelly.



  

                   

They say he wants to

recommission the Texas Rangers.



  

                   

( thunder rumbling

in the distance )



  

                   

( man coughs )



  

                   

( grunting with effort )



  

                   

( thunder rumbling )



  

                   

( horse neighing )



  

                   

( horse whinnies )



  

                   

Leander...



  

                   

you know,

that's a right pretty spot



  

                   

for a resting place.



  

                   

Who's the grave for?



  

                   

The grave's for me.



  

                   

Wait too long



  

                   

ground'll be froze.



  

                   

Leander, come spend the winter

at my ranch.



  

                   

You rode down,

we'd have a place for you.



  

                   

Be like old times.



  

                   

I don't reckon

I'll last the winter.



  

                   

Governor said

he sent some of his men.



  

                   

you wouldn't show at the door.



  

                   

Said maybe you'd auswer for me.



  

                   

The governor

just wants to talk with you.



  

                   

you don't got to say



  

                   

yes or no

or it's a cold September.



  

                   

All you got to do is see him,

Leander.



  

                   

( stagecoach rattling )



  

                   

Hyah! Hyah!



  

                   

And never underestimate

the importance of the name



  

                   

that you choose for a product.



  

                   

"The Dunnison and Sous



  

                   

"Automatic Drawer



  

                   

for the Tabulation

of Financial Trausactious."



  

                   

That just about tells the story,

doesn't it?



  

                   

Every shopkeeper in the country

will want one



  

                   

( chuckling )

--before they even see it.



  

                   

Well, that's good, because

the prototype doesn't work.



  

                   

It's a prototype, son,

it's not supposed to work.



  

                   

That's why they call it

a prototype.



  

                   

Look at this.



  

                   

I've already come np

with a solution



  

                   

to the prob...



  

                   

It's for your mother.



  

                   

Why didn't you mail it

while we were in Austin?



  

                   

you'll see.



  

                   

( men hollering and whistling )



  

                   

( mooing )



  

                   

Past  :   Marshall.



  

                   

We should get started



  

                   

before these buyers

get even more nervous.



  

                   

I got a bad feeling.



  

                   

you just got to border

country today, Marshall.



  

                   

you'll get used to it.



  

                   

Coming down.



  

                   

There you go.



  

                   

Lincoln!



  

                   

Mother? Jake?



  

                   

Oh, thank goodness.



  

                   

Oh...



  

                   

( chuckling )



  

                   

Look how tall you've gotten.



  

                   

--Nice hat.

--Little brother.



  

                   

What? you're going

to be a lawyer?



  

                   

--I just might.

--How beautiful.



  

                   

Oh, you still quick?



  

                   

Come on, boy.



  

                   

( quiet laugh )



  

                   

( clanging )



  

                   

I'd like to thank



  

                   

all of you for coming here today

for the first



  

                   

of what we hope



  

                   

will be many

cattle auctious



  

                   

here in Las Coli...



  

                   

King Fisher.



  

                   

( horse neighs )



  

                   

( slow hoofbeats )



  

                   

What's your business here,

Fisher?



  

                   

Come for my beeves.



  

                   

This here's an auction.



  

                   

you're welcome to bid

when the time comes.



  

                   

I bid   .



  

                   

   what?



  

                   

   of them.



  

                   

( hoofbeats thundering )



  

                   

( horses neighing )



  

                   

( horses whinny and burr )



  

                   

( guus cocking )



   

                   

FISHER:

Marshall, I don't

think you understand.



   

                   

around here,

I'm the law.



   

                   

Now, I'm taking

my beeves home.



   

                   

I can't let you

take these cattle.



   

                   

( shouting and screaming )



   

                   

( gunfire )



   

                   

( screaming coutinues )



   

                   

( towusfolk clamoring )



   

                   

( men speaking indistinctly

in Spanish )



   

                   

( chuckling quietly )



   

                   

( woman screams )



   

                   

( men yelling indistinctly

in Spanish )



   

                   

( guushot )



   

                   

( woman shrieks )



   

                   

MAN:

All right, all of you,

fan out!



   

                   

Come on! Come on!



   

                   

Hyah!



   

                   

( whistling and shouting )



   

                   

Come on, let's

get out of here!



   

                   

( crying quietly )



   

                   

( iusects chirring )



   

                   

( bird keening )



   

                   

( fire crackling )



   

                   

( bird cawing )



   

                   

( man groaus )



   

                   

( floorplanks squeaking )



   

                   

Is anyone here?



   

                   

Don't move and I'll shoot!



   

                   

Don't move and you'll shoot?



   

                   

What does that mean?



   

                   

If I don't move,

you're going to shoot me?



   

                   

Who are you?

What are you doing here?



   

                   

My name is

Lincoln Rogers Dunnison.



   

                   

you understand, I'm not

one of the men who did this...



   

                   

so I'll be on my way.



   

                   

( whimpering softly )



   

                   

I can't lift it free.



   

                   

I can help you.



   

                   

Put down the gun.



   

                   

( hammer uncocks )



   

                   

I'm from Missouri.



   

                   

We was on a cattle drive



   

                   

and stopped for supplies,

and we got ambushed.



   

                   

They stole all the cattle

and killed everybody.



   

                   

Didn't kill you.



   

                   

I was trapped...



   

                   

and they didn't see me



   

                   

and I'm damn lucky

that was the case



   

                   

otherwise, I'd

be dead too.



   

                   

So, where you headed?



   

                   

Browusville.



   

                   

Browusville?

What's there?



   

                   

Texas Rangers

are recruiting.



   

                   

Texas Rangers?!



   

                   

I'm going with you.



   

                   

We'll get them bandits.



   

                   

It's a long way

to Browusville.



   

                   

I got a horse.



   

                   

Name's George Durham.



   

                   

( coyote howls )



   

                   

( bird hooting )



   

                   

Not so used



   

                   

to sleeping under the stars,

are you?



   

                   

( howling and barking )



   

                   

Well...

there's nothing to it, really.



   

                   

just, uh, dig yourself

a little hip hole



   

                   

and then you fill a bandanna



   

                   

full of saw grass



   

                   

and stick that

underneath your head.



   

                   

It's the Lord's country,

Lincoln.



   

                   

Yeah... Lord's country.



   

                   

Land this beautiful...



   

                   

ain't no wonder



   

                   

everybody's

killing over her.



   

                   

( coyote howling )



   

                   

She's been here

a long time before us.



   

                   

She'll be here



   

                   

a long time to come.



   

                   

you are a philosopher,

George Durham.



   

                   

( horses whinnying )



   

                   

DRIVER:

Hyah!



   

                   

Brownsville.



   

                   

MAN:

We're going

to protect



   

                   

you people,

least you can do



   

                   

is contribute supplies.



   

                   

you want a starving army?



   

                   

Who's going to keep

the crops safe then?



   

                   

you fellas there



   

                   

grab all the grub

you can carry.



   

                   

Get your irons and fall in.



   

                   

We're riding south

to kill bandits!



   

                   

( townsfolk murmuring )



   

                   

Afternoon, Rangers.



   

                   

What's your business here?



   

                   

By order of the community



   

                   

I've got a vigilance committee

formed.



   

                   

Nary a Yankee, nigger

or Mexican among us.



   

                   

unless you have

the authority of the state



   

                   

disband and disarm these men.



   

                   

They won't have it.



   

                   

We aim to protect

our land.



   

                   

Men who want to protect

their land



   

                   

they can apply to hire from me.



   

                   

Governor's commissioned

the Rangers



   

                   

to do the

protecting, mister.



   

                   

Now, you disband these men.



   

                   

you from San Antone?



   

                   

'Cause you

sure as hell



   

                   

remind me

of this preacher there.



   

                   

It was some years ago...



   

                   

some preacher man.



   

                   

I don't recall no time

in San Antone.



   

                   

No, I suppose you don't.



   

                   

Men, you can keep your guns

to guard your homes



   

                   

but that means

go home.



   

                   

( crowd murmuring )



   

                   

I'll give you one minute

to take a vote.



   

                   

Hey, Preacher...



   

                   

vote's in.



   

                   

Preacher...



   

                   

( gasping )



   

                   

say me last rites, Preacher



   

                   

before he takes me.



   

                   

I ain't no preacher.



   

                   

Company's making camp,

two nights in Brownsville.



   

                   

Any of you men interested

in taking on the star?



   

                   

West end of town's

where you'll find us.



   

                   

you look for me,

Leander McNelly



   

                   

or my associates



   

                   

Sergeant

John Armstrong



   

                   

or Frank Bones.



   

                   

( snarling )



   

                   

DRIVER:

Hyah, hyah!



   

                   

( wagon squeaking and rattling )



   

                   

Whoa-whoa. Whoa.



   

                   

?Habla ingles?



   

                   

?Mexicano?



   

                   

The big villas are north, yes?



   

                   

you asking or telling?



   

                   

That is what we want.



   

                   

I thought the cattles,

you drive them north, too.



   

                   

With many peoples.



   

                   

With iron trains.



   

                   

That is what we want.



   

                   

These beeves

don't speak ingles.



   

                   

They speak, uh...

espanol.



   

                   

( chuckling )



   

                   

What do you want for her?



   

                   

The tigre is not for sale,

senor.



   

                   

What about her?



   

                   

She is my wife, senor.



   

                   

What's she do?



   

                   

What's she do?!



   

                   

She acrobat, senor.



   

                   

She spins and balances

and juggles.



   

                   

Well, if she can juggle

three balls in the air



   

                   

without dropping one of them,

you can keep your tomcat.



   

                   

( chuckles )



   

                   

Perdita, andele.



   

                   

Mas alto.



   

                   

Mas alto, Perdita.



   

                   

( screams )



   

                   

Catch it!



   

                   

Hyah!



   

                   

( screams )



   

                   

( gunshot )



   

                   

( chuckles )



   

                   

Name?



   

                   

Lincoln Rogers Dunnison.



   

                   

Where you from,

Mr. Dunnison?



   

                   

From Philadelphia, sir, as a boy



   

                   

but I spent the last three years

traveling with my father



   

                   

a salesman and inventor.



   

                   

Where's he now?



   

                   

He's dead, sir.



   

                   

He was shot down by bandits.



   

                   

Ain't no revenge riding,

Mr. Dunnison.



   

                   

Yes, sir.



   

                   

Saddle up.



   

                   

When Frank here says

draw, you draw.



   

                   

Takes longer than

a half a second



   

                   

means you're dead.



   

                   

That Ranger badge

is your target.



   

                   

Sarsaparilla.



   

                   

Most boys draw on sarsaparilla.



   

                   

Draw, damn it.



   

                   

The gun doesn't seem

to be loaded, sirs.



   

                   

Son, you might want

to cock the hammer.



   

                   

How'd he do?



   

                   

Nine seconds.



   

                   

Seen worse.



   

                   

Gentlemen, you've been gracious

to grant me your time.



   

                   

I wish you the best

in your endeavors.



   

                   

Give my best to Philadelphia.



   

                   

just so there are

no hard feelings either way



   

                   

I didn't come here

for a mouth's pay



   

                   

or to execute

some bandits



   

                   

like they did

my family.



   

                   

I came here

because you sent out for men



   

                   

who wanted to protect

their land.



   

                   

I have no land

but the patch



   

                   

my own two feet stand on



   

                   

but I would want that land

to be lawful, sir.



   

                   

you put that down in writing,

Mr. Dunnison?



   

                   

Sir?



   

                   

That high-minded talk.



   

                   

you write like that, too?



   

                   

In English, French or Latin?



   

                   

Well, shit, Mr. Dunnison.



   

                   

I only know Spanish,

Cherokee and Comanche.



   

                   

$   a mouth in a state scrip

and found.



   

                   

you'll get your pay

from Sergeant Armstrong.



   

                   

you'll get your orders

from me.



   

                   

We'll sell you the boots,

sell you a gun



   

                   

sell you a steed.



   

                   

but it'll run you $  

Mr. Dunnison



   

                   

so you better last a mouth...



   

                   

'cause you're in debt to me

already.



   

                   

Here you are.



   

                   

Thanks.



   

                   

Wear it proud, son.



   

                   

Sergeant.



   

                   

( stnttering ):

Name's Sam from

S-S-San Antone.



   

                   

I never been

to S-S-San Antone.



   

                   

Randolph Douglas Scipio



   

                   

from around

the Texarkana way.



   

                   

My daddy staked

some land out there.



   

                   

Turned out to find himself

a copper mine



   

                   

so they killed my daddy.



   

                   

you shouldn't be able

to just shoot a man



   

                   

and claim his land.



   

                   

Yeah.



   

                   

Yeah, I aim to

change that.



   

                   

So, uh, Sergeant say



   

                   

whether he'll use you as

a rifleman or a scout?



   

                   

A rifleman or a scout?



   

                   

Well, every white

boy I met yet



   

                   

says Sergeant

made him a rifleman.



   

                   

Every colored, like me



   

                   

Sergeant made a scout.



   

                   

Well, every war

I ever heard of



   

                   

scouts get killed

before the shooters



   

                   

'cause they're the stupid son

of a bitches sent out front.



   

                   

And if I don't meet

some white boy scouts soon



   

                   

President Grant's

going to be hearing from me.



   

                   

Sure.



   

                   

A strongly worded letter's

always best.



   

                   

They say I'm a scout?



   

                   

you see this star here?



   

                   

I'm gonna show them

I'm a shooter.



   

                   

Dunnison.



   

                   

What do you think, huh?



   

                   

( snorts )



   

                   

George!



   

                   

Lincoln! Lincoln!



   

                   

Lincoln!



   

                   

We're Rangers!



   

                   

We made it!



   

                   

( laughing )



   

                   

We're not sleeping

under the stars.



   

                   

We got a tent.



   

                   

Oh, it's nice, too.



   

                   

you got to see it.



   

                   

( laughing )



   

                   

It's a tent!



   

                   

I got my be...

I'm on the left!



   

                   

BONES:

Fisher's been splitting



   

                   

his men into several bands.



   

                   

They've been

raiding ranches



   

                   

all along this trail

on the way to Mexico.



   

                   

GnARD:

Captain? Mr. Dunnison's

reporting, sir.



   

                   

Send him in.



   

                   

Captain.



   

                   

Sergeant said

you wanted to see me.



   

                   

Thanks, Frank.



   

                   

Take a seat, Mr. Dunnison.



   

                   

Notebook and pen are yours.



   

                   

Every word I say,

you write it down.



   

                   

Something slips by,

slow me down.



   

                   

Understood, sir.



   

                   

October   .



   

                   

Company now

fully outfitted



   

                   

with    men,

orphans mostly.



   

                   

youngest   .



   

                   

We'll leave tomorrow

and train on the trail.



   

                   

Fisher split his men

into smaller raiding parties.



   

                   

Lord hope that we're

not attacked directly.



   

                   

( McNelly coughing )



   

                   

Scant trail

experience



   

                   

weakness with weapons...



   

                   

Expect desertions along the way.



   

                   

Expect... expect most of

these boys will not survive.



   

                   

( coughing )



   

                   

Sir?



   

                   

I'm capable

of writing



   

                   

my reports to the government,

Mr. Dunnison.



   

                   

but there will come a time

when I am not.



   

                   

I'd rather have you

in the habit.



   

                   

( coughing )



   

                   

( gasping )



   

                   

The Lord is coming for me,

Mr. Dunnison.



   

                   

Sir, then why ride?



   

                   

I figure it's better

I walk to meet Him...



   

                   

...than sit and wait.



   

                   

Hey.



   

                   

What'd the captain want?



   

                   

He's dying.



   

                   

Our captain is dying.



   

                   

Rangers!



   

                   

Our mission is to stop



   

                   

the outlaw John King Fisher.



   

                   

Fisher and his men

have been burning ranches



   

                   

thieving cattle and

driving them into Mexico



   

                   

where he sells them

to the Mexican army.



   

                   

More than a million

beeves stolen.



   

                   

More than

    men murdered.



   

                   

We'll be patrolling

border country



   

                   

to find these animals,

bring them to justice.



   

                   

U.S. Cavalry's

got a mandate



   

                   

to settle Indian matters.



   

                   

Leaves us to protect

the Texan way.



   

                   

It's our home, Rangers



   

                   

and we got right

on our side.



   

                   

Ain't no outlaw

stands a fighting chance!



   

                   

( gunshots )



   

                   

( cheering and whooping )



   

                   

( crowd cheering )



   

                   

( cheering coutinues )



   

                   

( bridle clanking )



   

                   

( horse burring )



   

                   

Back up, recruit!



   

                   

This ain't no

goddamn pony ride.



   

                   

Who you calling recruit?



   

                   

you're a Browusville sign-up.



   

                   

I seen you. I been a Ranger

since Franklin.



   

                   

That's a week and two days.



   

                   

I know about life on the trail.



   

                   

One more week, you'll be

eligible for retirement.



   

                   

Watch it, recruit.



   

                   

I'll shoot that lip off

at    paces.



   

                   

Name's Berry.

Berry Smith.



   

                   

Berry? Like blueberry?



   

                   

Like elderberry to you.



   

                   

Sergeant sent me

to fill out the dab.



   

                   

Dab's a usual

three or four Rangers.



   

                   

We eat together, scout together.



   

                   

It's us three

and Sandoval.



   

                   

He's dab leader.



   

                   

Means we care

for his horse



   

                   

care for his weapons.



   

                   

( gunshots )



   

                   

( whooping and cheering )



   

                   

( gunshot )



   

                   

Boy rides a horse like

he's riding his sister.



   

                   

He knows he's doing

something wrong.



   

                   

Ten cents says

he's saddle sore.



   

                   

   cents says he's

dead by Sunday.



   

                   

Ain't taking that bet.



   

                   

Anybody see the way this scout

killed those bandits?



   

                   

Anybody see the way

this scout



   

                   

killed those bandits?



   

                   

( rapid gunfire )



   

                   

Damn!



   

                   

Sam, I'll bet you I can draw



   

                   

faster than you can say

"peppercorn."



   

                   

Peppercorn.



   

                   

just say it.



   

                   

Pep-pep-pep-pep-pep...



   

                   

( gunshots )



   

                   

Fast!



   

                   

I'm fast, I'm fast



   

                   

--I'm fast!

--So fast you're six feet under.



   

                   

Missed that target

every time, Mr. Durham.



   

                   

gun's no good unless

you got smarts with it.



   

                   

Yes, sir, Captain.



   

                   

Frank, from now on



   

                   

Mr. Durham pays

for his ammunition.



   

                   

A penny a miss.



   

                   

Yes, sir, Captain.



   

                   

( gunshots )



   

                   

( tin can falling )



   

                   

Peppercorn.



   

                   

FISHER:

I'm telling you,

General Cortinas



   

                   

the Republic of Texas

is there for the taking.



   

                   

What you're suggesting

is full-scale war.



   

                   

The union Army's up north,

fighting the Indians.



   

                   

Hell, there ain't no law

south of Austin.



   

                   

We heard McNelly's

been commissioned



   

                   

to start up the Rangers.



   

                   

McNelly's got    men,

General,   .



   

                   

We'd have an army.



   

                   

For the next shipment, senor...



   

                   

we will meet you.



   

                   

--Shit!

--Damn, Dunnison.



   

                   

Ain't there anything

you're good at?



   

                   

I'd love to show you, Scipio,

but I don't think



   

                   

we'll be meeting any women

along the way.



   

                   

Dunnison, you rope

yourself a woman



   

                   

I'll drink the Rio Grande.



   

                   

( laughing )



   

                   

( chuckling )



   

                   

you want something, Sam?



   

                   

( stuttering ):

When you're wri-wri-writing



   

                   

for the Captain in his tent



   

                   

you see any ma-ma-maps in there?



   

                   

Maps?



   

                   

I seen the ma-maps he s-studies

with the s-sergeant



   

                   

and they're pretty b-b-b...



   

                   

Bad, Sam?



   

                   

Mm-hmm.



   

                   

My pa-pa-papa taught me



   

                   

how to blaze t-t-trails

and k-k-keep maps.



   

                   

Might be

wo-wo-worthwhile



   

                   

having somebody

to ma-ma-make maps



   

                   

of the t-t-territory



   

                   

while we ride.



   

                   

Dunnison:

Captain, Mr. Walters

was speaking to me



   

                   

about the charts and maps

you're working with



   

                   

and he wanted

to present you



   

                   

with what we think

is a preferable scenario.



   

                   

Sam.



   

                   

W-W-Well...



   

                   

Captain, I w-w-wanted



   

                   

to s-s-see...



   

                   

I w-wanted to s-see



   

                   

if you're the kind of man



   

                   

who'd beg for his

life like a dog



   

                   

or swallow the bullet

like a sorry soldier.



   

                   

( grunts and groans )



   

                   

Stay down!

Stay down, you son of a bitch.



   

                   

Well...



   

                   

Captain Cutthroat McNelly--



   

                   

the man the whole union

Army conldn't kill.



   

                   

Shot down by Sam Walters



   

                   

of San Antone.



   

                   

Fisher knows



   

                   

you're riding the Rangers,

Captain.



   

                   

He's put a sweet price

on your sad hide.



   

                   

( pained groaning )



   

                   

Suck my spurs,

you secretary!



   

                   

I brought a bullet

for you, too.



   

                   

Turn around, McNelly.



   

                   

And stop your shifting

or I'll shoot.



   

                   

Brave Sam Walters--

shot McNelly in the back.



   

                   

( groaning )



   

                   

How's that

for a storybook?



   

                   

Turn around, McNelly.



   

                   

Right in the back,

Sam shot him.



   

                   

Right in the back.



   

                   

I said



   

                   

turn around!



   

                   

( gasps )



   

                   



   

                   

( sighs quietly )



   

                   

( clicks tongne )



   

                   

( horse whinnies )



   

                   

you riding somewheres,

Mr. Dunnison?



   

                   

Riding out

of Ranger Company, sir.



   

                   

Company's captain



   

                   

was nearly killed

due to my conduct.



   

                   

I don't presume myself welcome

to wear this anymore.



   

                   

Were you set to ride off

with that horse, Mr. Dunnison?



   

                   

That's a Ranger's horse.



   

                   

I was hoping I would not be

sent away without a horse, sir.



   

                   

but hoping to be sent away?



   

                   

you were nearly killed,

and I was the reason.



   

                   

I hired Sam Walters on,

Mr. Dunnison.



   

                   

He stood my scrutiny.



   

                   

He could've taken his shot at me

at any time.



   

                   

He had    Rangers shined on,

not just you.



   

                   

Rangers' horse,

Mr. Dunnison.



   

                   

you ride out,

that horse is stolen.



   

                   

My men will hunt you down.



   

                   

Rangers' boots, Rangers'

clothes, Rangers' weapons.



   

                   

you walk out,

makes them stolen, too.



   

                   

So it seems to me,

Mr. Dunnison



   

                   

the only way you

escape a warrant



   

                   

is to remain a Ranger.



   

                   

( hooves thundering )



   

                   

Fisher keeps an outpost

around this mesa.



   

                   

Freshwater spring

on the other side.



   

                   

Water for the horses when

they come from raids.



   

                   

but do we know

how many?



   

                   

shouldn't we know how many?



   

                   

Round that mesa



   

                   

they'll spot us

well too soon.



   

                   

Need to send a patrol.



   

                   

Berry, Durham, Dunnison



   

                   

ride with Sandoval and me.



   

                   

Taking a scout, Captain?



   

                   

Get yourself shot.



   

                   

Scipio, go get yourself shot.



   

                   

And don't get shot second;

get shot first, Scipio.



   

                   

In fact, shoot yourself, Scipio.



   

                   

Get it over with.



   

                   

That's the Rangers' way.



   

                   

( men talking in distance )



   

                   

( horse approaching )



   

                   

Five men. Fisher's men, sir.



   

                   

Armed, and they got

a supply wagon.



   

                   

--Sandoval.

--Yes, sir.



   

                   

our mission is



   

                   

to capture these men

at all costs.



   

                   

but I want the cost

to be on their side.



   

                   

When the shooting starts,

these targets



   

                   

will be shooting back--

not like practice, men.



   

                   

Anyone surrenders,

we question them



   

                   

then send them to

Austin for trial.



   

                   

Remember...



   

                   

you hesitate, you're dead.



   

                   

( neighing )



   

                   

( neighs )



   

                   

Where are you wandering

off to, huh?



   

                   

Cheval, huh?



   

                   

What woman



   

                   

lost hold of you, huh?



   

                   

Drop your guns! Stay down!



   

                   

Texas Rangers!



   

                   

Say your prayers,

sons of bitches!



   

                   

Ambush!



   

                   

( neighing )



   

                   

( yelling )



   

                   

Someone throw me a cartridge!

I'm out!



   

                   

Someone throw me



   

                   

a cartridge!



   

                   

Found one.



   

                   

Wha... uh...



   

                   

( yells )



   

                   

( crying )



   

                   

( both groaning )



   

                   

( rapid gunfire )

--Get down!



   

                   

you said there were

five men! Five!



   

                   

I ain't no scout!



   

                   

you hear me?

I ain't no scout!



   

                   

I'm a dag-blasted shooter!



   

                   

Give me that!



   

                   

We surrender.



   

                   

We surrender.



   

                   

( sighs )



   

                   

So, ladies, where to next?



   

                   

Say your names.



   

                   

Anton Marsele,

from New Orleans.



   

                   

Jean-Pierre Marsele.

Son frere.



   

                   

Marsele brothers.



   

                   

Horse thievery

and livestock



   

                   

extortion of

merchants and widows



   

                   

kidnapping...



   

                   

destruction

of property.



   

                   

you boys should've stayed

in New Orleans.



   

                   

Why don't you give us

some more to write in here?



   

                   

( men gasping, horses neighing )



   

                   

Attendez! Attendez! Attendez!



   

                   

We rode for King Fisher.



   

                   

The saddles were stole



   

                   

from Sutter Ranch

in Austin.



   

                   

With cattle,     head.



   

                   

Ten ranch hands died

at the Sutter Ranch.



   

                   

We kill no one.



   

                   

Fisher did.



   

                   

We work for you now.



   

                   

--For you.

-- Oui.



   

                   

you work for the Rangers

as a spy?



   

                   

-- Oui.

-- Oui. Oni, for the Rangers.



   

                   

For the Rangers.



   

                   

Ca va marcher,

ca va marcher.



   

                   

Ils savent pas

a propos des antres.



   

                   

C'etait pas marqne

daus le mandat.



   

                   

Mr. Dunnison?



   

                   

--Sir?

--What'd they say?



   

                   

They said, "This will work,

this will work.



   

                   

"They don't know

about the others.



   

                   

It wasn't in the warrants."



   

                   

Sandoval.



   

                   

( men gasping, horses neighing )



   

                   

( choking and gasping )



   

                   

These bandits

went down shooting.



   

                   

Surrender never crossed

their minds.



   

                   

Their rules, not mine.



   

                   

but I'll play by them.



   

                   

We're Rangers, men.



   

                   

We got right

on our side.



   

                   

Scipio.



   

                   

Treat her fine...



   

                   

rifleman.



   

                   

Dunnison:

you said we would take

those men prisoner



   

                   

take them to Austin,

take them to trial.



   

                   

We did the trial.



   

                   

That was no trial.



   

                   

A trial can run a long

time, Mr. Dunnison.



   

                   

Some can run

up to a year.



   

                   

A year is something

I do not have.



   

                   

In the state of Texas,

killers hang.



   

                   

And if they're not killers,

but we think they're killers



   

                   

and we don't even stop

to check the warrants?



   

                   

How long will the war go on...



   

                   

preacher?



   

                   

until the wicked are dead



   

                   

and the meek shall

inherit the earth.



   

                   

Are we the meek?



   

                   

The meek will inherit the earth,

Mr. Dunnison.



   

                   

Someone's got to go

and get it ready for them.



   

                   

There are bodies



   

                   

to be buried.



   

                   

Bury them.



   

                   

( coughs and spits )



   

                   

( retching )



   

                   

( flies buzzing )



   

                   

Some kind of work, ain't it?



   

                   

We done killed six men dead.



   

                   

We ain't even got our $   yet.



   

                   

( hooves thundering )



   

                   

< <



   

                   

Cattle come through here.



   

                   

    maybe    .



   

                   

Whoa, now! Get on back!



   

                   

Rangers got

the Marsele brothers.



   

                   

What about the gun?



   

                   

McNelly destroyed it.



   

                   

Damn.



   

                   

   men and horses.



   

                   

about a hundred beeves.



   

                   

you know that's

marshland prairie, Captain.



   

                   

Might want to track them

to a little better terrain.



   

                   

No better terrain for    miles.



   

                   

And better for us

means better for them.



   

                   

Might be better to wait.



   

                   

Wait till what,

they reach reinforcements?



   

                   

Sandoval??



   

                   

   of them,    of us.



   

                   

We wait...

they may have    .



   

                   

We'll ride

at full gallop.



   

                   

They'll see us

on the prairie



   

                   

and take

defensive positions.



   

                   

Shoot at the target

forward of you only



   

                   

and you keep shooting



   

                   

till you taste that

outlaw's blood.



   

                   

No prisoners, Rangers.



   

                   

( men shouting )



   

                   

Fire!



   

                   

Hyah!



   

                   

Get every last one!



   

                   

( screaming )



   

                   

Get the others out of hiding.



   

                   

Let's go, boys!



   

                   

( all shouting )



   

                   

( gunshots coutinue )



   

                   

Jesus Christ.



   

                   

( horse whinnies )



   

                   

( grunting )



   

                   

We don't have the manpower.



   

                   

They set us up!

We're trapped!



   

                   

( screaming )



   

                   

( neighs )



   

                   

( screaming )



   

                   

( screaming )



   

                   

Goddamn.



   

                   

( yells )



   

                   

( horse whinnies )



   

                   

God, not me.



   

                   

Oh, please God!



   

                   

Oye, muchacho, por aca.



   

                   

Stand back!



   

                   

Stand back!



   

                   

Don't move!



   

                   

Oh, God! Oh, God! Get up!



   

                   

( gun cocking )



   

                   

( horse whinnies )



   

                   

Leave them alone!



   

                   

Their dead alone!



   

                   

( groans )



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Sergeant!



   

                   

I'm getting you

out of here.



   

                   

Help me! I surrender!



   

                   

Help me!



   

                   

I surrender!



   

                   

Help me!



   

                   

I surren--



   

                   

Retreat, Rangers!



   

                   

Retreat!



   

                   

( gunshot rings out )



   

                   

Durham:

Thank God!



   

                   

We're retreating!



   

                   

Come on!

We're retreating!



   

                   

We're retreating!



   

                   

Giddup! Let's go!



   

                   

Next time you train your Rangers



   

                   

train them

how to run!



   

                   

Go with God, McNelly.



   

                   

If the son of a bitch

will have you.



   

                   

Ride.



   

                   

( horse whinnies )



   

                   

( birds chirping )



   

                   

( chirping coutinues )



   

                   

( whispers ):

Thank you very much.



   

                   

Fisher will have

ridden on by dusk.



   

                   

We'll return to Palo Alto...



   

                   

get our men.



   

                   

We'll resupply

and get new recruits



   

                   

at the ranch

of my old friend



   

                   

Richard Dukes.



   

                   

What'd they do with our men?



   

                   

Cap...



   

                   

Cut my men down.



   

                   

Cut them down.



   

                   

Jesus...



   

                   

Captain!



   

                   

or favor...



   

                   

kill me.



   

                   

Captain!



   

                   

Kill me now.



   

                   

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!



   

                   

Slow and easy,

?comprende?



   

                   

Nice and easy,

little lady.



   

                   

your war's over.



   

                   

Slow and easy.



   

                   

( men yelling and whistling )



   

                   

MAN:

Riders coming in!



   

                   

Ready yourselves!



   

                   

Begging your pardon,

Mrs. Dukes.



   

                   

There's riders, Captain.



   

                   

Whoa.



   

                   

Are those the Rangers,

Daddy?



   

                   

Caroline,

take your sisters inside.



   

                   

Come on, girls.

There's going to be



   

                   

a lot of dirty cowboys around.



   

                   

Got    men to bury.



   

                   

you want to say

some words, Leander?



   

                   

( sniffling )



   

                   

WOMAN:

you're welcome, sir.



   

                   

( indistinct conversation )



   

                   

Oh, thank you,

ma'am.



   

                   

No, no.



   

                   

( belches )



   

                   

Thank you, ma'am.



   

                   

Tom?



   

                   

wouldn't be so bad

to be a ranch hand



   

                   

around here,

would it?



   

                   

Probably don't

get shot at much.



   

                   

I wouldn't even

mind, as long



   

                   

as it was her

doing the shooting.



   

                   

( laughing )



   

                   

Durham:

up there earlier



   

                   

she was studying me

like an encyclopedia.



   

                   

I hate to disappoint you,

George, but she was eyeing me.



   

                   

( laughing ):

The hell she was!



   

                   

She was. She was studying me

like a Bible.



   

                   

Well, you study an encyclopedia

a lot harder



   

                   

than you study a Bible, Lincoln.



   

                   

Get all that buckshot

out of your ass yet?



   

                   

Ten more minutes.



   

                   

Ten more minutes

is about how long



   

                   

you got to live,

unless you give up



   

                   

that bath to the man who

could've killed you



   

                   

when he met you.



   

                   

George, you couldn't kill

a bottle of mescal



   

                   

--with a pack of Mexicans.

--Give up the bath.



   

                   

What the hell are you doing?



   

                   

--Get the hell out of here!

--Give up the bath!



   

                   

Have a seat, sonny.

just stay on your side!



   

                   

Oh, you had

to see that.



   

                   

She was eyeing me.



   

                   

( horse whinnies )



   

                   

( knock at door )



   

                   

Come in.



   

                   

Mr. Dunnison.



   

                   

( McNelly coughs )



   

                   

November   .



   

                   

The men fought bravely,

but I believe it was my mistake



   

                   

to lead them into a battle

on such arduous terrain.



   

                   

With no natural defencements,

they were unprepared



   

                   

to withstand

such a pitched encounter.



   

                   

I had believed that the numbers

were in our favor.



   

                   

I had believed that the raiders



   

                   

would not be as

well-disciplined



   

                   

as they were.



   

                   

It was a disastrous decision.



   

                   

would you agree with that,

Mr. Dunnison?



   

                   

Dunnison:

It's awfully

kind of you, Miss



   

                   

to be taking care of

such wrecks like us.



   

                   

Awfully kind.



   

                   

Well, it must've been hard.



   

                   

Were many young like you?



   

                   

Rest assured, Miss,

we didn't go down

without a fight.



   

                   

I killed two raiders

myself at close range.



   

                   

I may have killed a couple

more in the charge.



   

                   

What were their names?



   

                   

Pardon?



   

                   

you had warrants for them,

I trust.



   

                   

Well, the raiders opened

fire on us, Miss.



   

                   

There wasn't time to

consult the warrants.



   

                   

Well, it's just as well.



   

                   

you know a man's name,

makes it harder



   

                   

to kill him,

now, doesn't it?



   

                   

They're outlaws, Miss.



   

                   

We're Rangers.



   

                   

When you kill a man

for stealing some cattle



   

                   

you are saying that his life

is worth as much as that steer.



   

                   

Leaves you a whole state

full of men thinking that way



   

                   

and treating other men

the same.



   

                   

We ride to protect

the state of Texas.



   

                   

you ride to balance

the blood on the scales.



   

                   

but some of you--



   

                   

like your friend--



   

                   

I look into his eyes,

and I can see it clear.



   

                   

He's no killer.



   

                   

George? you looked in his eyes?



   

                   

( chuckling ):

George?!



   

                   

Durham:

Miss.



   

                   

Ladies.



   

                   

Hey.



   

                   

you talking to her?



   

                   

I got nowhere,

George.



   

                   

Gunslingers.



   

                   

She likes

gunslingers.



   

                   

( horses neighing )



   

                   

Sergeant, what's going on?



   

                   

Training exercises,

it looks like.



   

                   

Who organized this?



   

                   

Philadelphia did.



   

                   

about damn time.



   

                   

Peppercorn.



   

                   

State'll pay you $   a mouth.



   

                   

Four men to a dab.



   

                   

Seven dabs to a company.



   

                   

you get your pay

from Sergeant Armstrong.



   

                   

you get your orders from me.



   

                   

Fire!



   

                   

( whooping )



   

                   

( indistinct conversation )



   

                   

Senorita.



   

                   

Si.



   

                   

La Senora wanted you

to have these.



   

                   

They're yours to keep.



   

                   

you're safe now.



   

                   

you're with the Rangers.



   

                   

Those devils

can't hurt you anymore.



   

                   

Who say they cannot hurt me

no more?



   

                   

John Armstrong says.



   

                   

Senora is...



   

                   

very kind.



   

                   

( sniffing )



   

                   

Who were those men?



   

                   

Name to me

the devils that hurt you.



   

                   

We're after those men.



   

                   

I heard them say they were going

to Amargosa



   

                   

to do a raid at

the Logan ranch.



   

                   

( kissing softly )



   

                   

Thank you.



   

                   

ARMSTRONG:

Come on, recruits,

let's get ready to move out!



   

                   

Come on, pack it up!



   

                   

Let's get ready

to move out, boys.



   

                   

Let's pack her up!



   

                   

Saying good-bye?



   

                   

We, uh...



   

                   

shot five bandits

over at Palo Alto.



   

                   

Well, I mean...



   

                   

I killed.



   

                   

Judy didn't.



   

                   

but I was

riding Judy.



   

                   

Hell, they was dead before they

even saw me draw. Blam, blam!



   

                   

George, sell it

in the dime stores.



   

                   

She'd... make

a good ranch horse.



   

                   

I think you'd make

a good ranch hand.



   

                   

Dunnison:

Miss Dnkes



   

                   

hope he hasn't tired you

with all his stories:



   

                   

all the bad men he's killed,

the hangings, the shoot-outs.



   

                   

It's so hard

to keep track.



   

                   

Actually, we were speaking

of a horse.



   

                   

He killed a horse?



   

                   

( horse burrs )



   

                   

Miss Dukes.



   

                   

McNELLY:

Amargosa's a

  -mile ride



   

                   

but we'll make it

by nightfall.



   

                   

Send a man

into Shepardton.



   

                   

Get a telegram

to Victor Logan.



   

                   

Tell him to get his

family out of there.



   

                   

And the Rangers are coming.



   

                   

( horse neighs )



   

                   

I made the lady a

promise, Captain.



   

                   

We're taking her

to Carmargo.



   

                   

Hyah.



   

                   

( cattle lowing )



   

                   

( lowing in distance )



   

                   

Another hour



   

                   

and it's sunup.



   

                   

Any sign over there?



   

                   

Dust, Captain.



   

                   

Dust and sky.



   

                   

Night... why

wouldn't they



   

                   

raid at night?



   

                   

She wasn't dead.



   

                   

I don't follow.



   

                   

The rest were dead.



   

                   

And she wasn't.



   

                   

So why'd they leave her behind?



   

                   

Hey, Captain!



   

                   

Captain, wait up!



   

                   

( gasps )



   

                   

They let you live! Why?



    

                   

To say what? What?!



    

                   

--Stop! you're scaring her!

--Amargosa?



    

                   

Le diije qne no se!



    

                   

Captain, she told you

what she heard them say!



    

                   

What they wanted her

to hear!



    

                   

What they wanted her to say!



    

                   

Rangers!



    

                   

( sobbing )



    

                   

Men, we are riding back

to Dukes.



    

                   

Dunnison, Donavan, Scipio



    

                   

stay behind

with Sergeant Armstrong.



    

                   

Take Perdita

as our prisoner.



    

                   

Yeah, but what if

they still raid?



    

                   

We're not at the raid,

goddamn it!



    

                   

The raid can only be

at the Dukes Ranch!



    

                   

Hyah. Hyah!



    

                   

( horse whinnying )



    

                   

( creaking in wind )



    

                   

( horse neighs in distance )



    

                   

( gunfire, galloping hooves )



    

                   

( men shouting )



    

                   

( gunfire coutinues )



    

                   

Perdita.



    

                   

you didn't know.



    

                   

you conldn't have.



    

                   

Please forgive me.



    

                   

( groans )



    

                   

( grunting )



    

                   

Hyah! Hyah!



    

                   

Andale, mas rapido!



    

                   

Ho! Ho!



    

                   

Rapido, ho!



    

                   

( groaning )



    

                   

Duncan!



    

                   

Scipio!



    

                   

Hyah!



    

                   

Hyah! Hyah!



    

                   

( horse neighs )



    

                   

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!



    

                   

Yo, andale.



    

                   

Yo, andale.



    

                   

 Andale!



    

                   

 Arriba, arriba!



    

                   

 Andale!



    

                   

Hyah! Hyah!



    

                   

Hyah!



    

                   

Hyah!



    

                   

( horse whinnies )



    

                   

( grunts )



    

                   

Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa.



    

                   

( whimpers )



    

                   

Kill me, teijano.



    

                   

you want to kill me,

kill me!



    

                   

--Or do you want

to have me first?

--I don't want



    

                   

to kill you and I don't want to

hurt you-- I want to know why.



    

                   

They know I'm from Carmargo.

They are riding to Los Cuevas.



    

                   

They say if I don't say

Amargosa, they kill mi familia.



    

                   

Tonight?

They ride tonight?



    

                   

I say Amargosa for

mi padre, mi madre...



    

                   

( hoofbeats )

--Where are they?



    

                   

They're riding

for Mexico



    

                   

crossing at Los Cuevas.



    

                   

Tell George

to get word



    

                   

to the company.



    

                   

We're taking to the trail.



    

                   

Who taking the trail??



    

                   

you and I-- Mexico.



    

                   

Richard!



    

                   

( horse neighs )



    

                   

Richard!



    

                   

( hammers cocking )



    

                   

( sighs )



    

                   

Where's Richard?



    

                   

( cattle lowing )



    

                   

( men whistling )



    

                   

Rangers!



    

                   

Drive the herd!



    

                   

These are Mexican beeves now!



    

                   

And the man is



    

                   

a Mexican man.



    

                   

( hooves thundering )



    

                   

Captain Leander McNelly.



    

                   

I've been waiting for you.



    

                   

The young

soldier there



    

                   

has been talking my

ear off since dawn



    

                   

trying to work

himself a trade.



    

                   

One Mexican juggler



    

                   

for one Texas clown.



    

                   

you send Captain Dukes

across that river



    

                   

we'll send your girl.



    

                   

you have my word.



    

                   

I could use a man

like you, Captain--



    

                   

a man who can shoot,

a man of his word.



    

                   

Man could live like a king

in Mexico.



    

                   

If I was your wife

and boys



    

                   

Mexico's where I would have

hightailed it by now



    

                   

instead of waiting

for a killer like you.



    

                   

Maybe they're here now,

McNelly...



    

                   

living like kings in Mexico.



    

                   

Captain Dukes for the girl.



    

                   

He means nothing to you.



    

                   

Ah, but he means something

to you.



    

                   

Richard!



    

                   

Now we send her!



    

                   

--No!

--Stand down, Mr. Dunnison.



    

                   

Dunnison:

What she did was

to save her family.



    

                   

She's a victim, not an outlaw.



    

                   

Stand down...



    

                   

or be shot.



    

                   

This is not

what Rangers do.



    

                   

Captain, show them



    

                   

the difference between them

and us.



    

                   

Stand down, Dunnison.



    

                   

The state of Texas commands you



    

                   

to leave its lands

now and forever.



    

                   

you will be prosecuted

and imprisoned



    

                   

should you

ever return.



    

                   

( gun uncocking )



    

                   

May God have mercy on your sonl.



    

                   

PERDITA:

I did what you say!



    

                   

Yeah, and you'll do what I say

tonight, and you'll do



    

                   

what I say tomorrow.



    

                   

Maybe one day

we'll charge admission.



    

                   

( whips knife )



    

                   

( guitar musicplaying )



    

                   

( cattle lowing )



    

                   

Don't know which

I want to do worse:



    

                   

kill the son of

a bitch up there...



    

                   

or go teach him

how to play.



    

                   

McNELLY:

Take up your pen, Mr. Dunnison.



    

                   

No notebook, sir?



    

                   

Take up your pen.



    

                   

November   .



    

                   

I, Leander McNelly,

being of sound mind



    

                   

do hereby bequeath

my land and property



    

                   

to the Texas Rangers



    

                   

to do as

they see fit.



    

                   

The following

items excepted:



    

                   

my Navy Colts,

field glasses



    

                   

and books

on military strategy...



    

                   

to Lincoln Rogers Dunnison--



    

                   

a soldier fit to lead.



    

                   

My Bible I would like

to be buried with.



    

                   

That is all.



    

                   

( writing )



    

                   

( pen clinks into inkwell )



    

                   

Sir...



    

                   

In that fort will be

far more than    men.



    

                   

They'll never expect us

to cross



    

                   

into Mexico.



    

                   

They'll be well-armed

and well-provisioned.



    

                   

They've been riding

for weeks, sir.



    

                   

It's their first night back.



    

                   

The women, the liquor...

they'll crave sleep.



    

                   

( McNelly coughing )



    

                   

( retching )



    

                   

Bones, start your men

at the front gates.



    

                   

Baker.



    

                   

Yes, sir.



    

                   

Take you men high

to the ridge.



    

                   

Come on.



    

                   

( water splashing )



    

                   

( yells )



    

                   

Armstrong, Durham, take your men

low to the back gates.



    

                   

Dunnison and I



    

                   

will take the front.



    

                   

Now let's wake them np.



    

                   

( all yelling )



    

                   

Caballeros, the tunnels!

Come on!



    

                   

Let's get in the tunnels!

Move!



    

                   

Rangers!



    

                   

( screaming )



    

                   

Vamonos, apurate!



    

                   

Charge!



    

                   

( whooping and cheering )



    

                   

We're in, Rangers!



    

                   

Oh, shit!



    

                   

We're surronnded!



    

                   

What the hell?? !



    

                   

( screams )



    

                   

We're surronnded in the back!



    

                   

( grunting )



    

                   

( McNelly cocking gun )



    

                   

( yelling )



    

                   

( gun hammer clicks )



    

                   

I'm out of cartridges!



    

                   

Someone throw me

a cartridge!



    

                   

( gunshots in distance )



    

                   

( hammer clicks twice )



    

                   

( grunts )



    

                   

( grunts )



    

                   

Vamos, rapido!



    

                   

Heard you were fast.



    

                   

( yells )



    

                   

Faster than that.



    

                   

( grunts )



    

                   

( grunts )



    

                   

( gun hammer cocks )



    

                   

This is only

gonna hurt



    

                   

for a second.



    

                   

Maybe two.



    

                   

( cocks hammer )



    

                   

Kill him, Mr. Dunnison.



    

                   

Kill him.



    

                   

you kill me,

I'll kill him.



    

                   

( gunshots )



    

                   

( cocks gun )



    

                   

( gunshots )



    

                   

( gunshots )



    

                   

( grnnts )



    

                   

Go!



    

                   

Captain!



    

                   

Captain, they want

to surrender.



    

                   

They want to surrender.



    

                   

No surrender,

right, Captain?



    

                   

No prisoners, right?



    

                   

We take back our cattle.



    

                   

We take them as prisoners.



    

                   

We take them to trial.



    

                   

but, Captain...



    

                   

Those are the terms.



    

                   

( cattle mooing )



    

                   

( Rangers whistling )



    

                   

( cattle lowing in distance )



    

                   

( McNelly coughing inside )



    

                   

He wants to see you boys.



    

                   

( coughing )



    

                   

When they remember us,

Rangers...



    

                   

let them remember us not

as men of vengeance...



    

                   

( coughing )



    

                   

but... as men of law...



    

                   

and justice.



    

                   



    

                   

( approaching footsteps )



    

                   

( sighing )



    

                   

Can't help but think

that they're watching.



    

                   

Yeah...

I bet they're up there



    

                   

riding like

the old days.



    

                   

( horse whinnying )



    

                   

Hey, Caroline!



    

                   

( laughing )



    

                   

Rounding up cattle.



    

                   

We'll see you tonight!



    

                   

He'll make

a good rancher.



    

                   

And whatever else

you've got in mind



    

                   

he might be all right

at that, too.



    

                   

He's a good man, Mr. Dunnison.



    

                   

Ride safe, Mr. Dunnison.



    

                   

Rangers...



    

                   

Ride out!



    

                   

( horses whinnying )



    

                   

( hooves pounding )







  

 
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