All language subtitles for LA Heat s02e20 Legacy of a Buffalo Soldier.eng

[music playing]

MCDONALD: You know,
Mac, I was thinking,

I don't know why
I let you do all

that driving, man, considering
what a fabulous driver I am.

Right, you're a
fabulous driver, August.

Thank you very much.

Your blinker's on.

What?

August.

Hm?

What did he says?

I didn't quite make it
out, but it was something

something something grandpa.

Grandpa?

Yeah, I believe that's
what he said, grandpa.

[tires squeal]

Oh, we speak their language.

That scared them off.

Yeah, they realized
this is our turf.

Listen, I think maybe
we ought to check

these guys out, though.

Dispatch this is 1 William
13 requesting a 1028 and 29

on a California license
plate Adam 76884.

DISPATCHER (OVER
RADIO): 1 William 13,

your Buick belongs to
one Javier Salt. He has

an outstanding warrant for B&E.

Well, let's get him.

Roger that.

Dispatch, we're in pursuit.

[tires squeal]

[siren blaring]

Oh.

You might just want to
accelerate into those turns--

I'll just let you drive.

Thank you.

[music playing]

You're losing them.

I thought you were
going to let me drive.

[music playing]

[engine revs]

Mac, is that
what I think it is.

Looks like.

You know, It's been
quite a while since I

played a game of chicken.

I think I'm going to need
me a little something

to put myself in the mood.

[MUSIC - WAGNER, "FLIGHT OF THE
VALKYRIES"]

Ah, yes, flight of
the Valkyries, you know,

when I think of those Norse
maiden warriors riding

into to battle just inspires me.

Hey, man, you some of this?

Huh, miejo?

[tires squeal]

August, what you
want to be doing

is going a little faster,
that way you'll scare them.

Mac.

Yeah.

- Do they look scared yet?
- Not really, August.

In fact, the driver
looks a little psychotic.

One more thing, Mac.

When do I slow down?

Technically in a game
of chicken, you don't.

The other guy is
supposed to slow down.

And if they don't?

That's a good question.

Um-- that was very un-cop
like of me, wasn't it?

Yes August, yes, it was.

So as punishment, you cuff them.

Whoa, whoa, look
at this mess, man.

I'm not touching these guys.

You cuff them.

It's not my mess.

I'll wait in the car.

[music playing]

Here, um-- cuff yourself.

[music playing]

[police radio chatter]

What do you have?

One Harry Talbert, 57, single
gunshot wound to the head.

BROOKS: Guy still
got his watch, rings,

money, wallet, and laptop.

So, obviously, we're
not talking a robbery.

Nope.

Fired?

Not this week.

This thing didn't even have
any bullets in it, Mac.

My guess is it was
just a show weapon.

BROOKS: If he hadn't flashed it,
he'd probably still be alive.

BROOKS: Whatch you got, Mac?

Nothing yet.

[computer beeps]

Uh-- excuse me.

Hey, how'd you do that?

Practice, my man.

August, look at that.

Your name.

BROOKS: What the hell?

Why do you think your
name is on the list?

Buffalo Soldiers.

You're kidding?

Buffalo Soldiers?

Yeah, they were black
US cavalry troops.

They fought the Apaches.

They got the nickname
from these Buffalo cloaks

they used to wear in winter.

See this note under my
name here, A. Brooks B9C.

That is my great-great-great
grandfather Augustus

Brooks, B troop, 9th cavalry.

Some of these names must be
from the 9th cavalry archives.

Your namesake was
a Buffalo soldier?

I'm impressed.

Don't be.

Listen, if we're
done here, Captain, I

have an interview to schedule.

What interview?

Oh, Harry Talbot was on
his way to meet a Professor

Sandra Cutknife at UC Malibu.

Cutknife?

Sounds like a Native American.

Hm Anyway, August is calling
her in for questioning.

Is it my imagination, or is
August a bit touchy about this?

Seems to be.

Catch you later, Captain.

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh, my lord.

What is this world coming to?

You miserable crackhead,
I'll teach you to respect

an old woman's privacy.

Detective Brooks.

Aunt Maisie?

What?

No, no, no, no, just hang on.

I'll be right there.

Somebody just
robbed my aunt, Mac.

Aunt Maisie.

How many times
have I got to tell

you, man, she is not your aunt?

Let's go.

OK, what do we have here?

What do we have here?

Oh, lovely.

Yeah.

It's not here.

[siren approaching]

Here, Detective.

All right, thanks a lot.

Ooh, that's a nasty bump.

Oh, it looks
worse than it feels.

Aunt Maisie, we really do
need to get you to a hospital.

It's my heart, not
my head that's broken.

That junkie to my most
valuable belongings.

What did he take?

My scrapbooks.

Your scrapbooks?

Who'd want old scrapbooks?

Our family
history was in them.

Yeah, I know that, but I don't
care about that, Aunt Maisie.

What really upsets me is the
fact that you were roughed up.

Well, but you'd be burned
worse than my sister's biscuits

if he'd gotten this-- move,
move, move your butt, August.

I chased him away
before he could

get our prized possession--

the family treasure map.

Family treasure map?

Mac, don't get
her started, OK?

This map has been handed down
from generation to generation,

ever since it was given
to my great-grandfather.

It's a family joke is
what it is, Aunt Maisie.

It's a portion of
some old treasure map.

It's supposed to show the
location of a lost gold mine.

It's not a joke.

Ever since August's
great-great-great-grandfather

was drummed out--

Aunt Maisie, please.

Could I take a look.

See, this is going to fall
apart unless he treat it.

MCDONALD: This
folder that you have

it in it has acids in it that
are slowly eating away at it.

Oh dear.

Well I can treat
it if you want.

Does he know what
he's talking about?

Yes ma'am.

For once he does.

All right then.

Don't hurt it.

I won't.

Listen, Aunt
Maisie, if you refuse

to go to see a doctor, please,
at least let me call Kendra.

I'll have her come over.

I don't need--

All right, I'll call Kendra.

Oh, why don't all
of you come back

over here later for dinner?

You can bring that
Nicole of yours.

OK.

No, Aunt Maisie, you
really should be resting.

Don't be silly.

OK, all right, we'll all
come back over for dinner.

Can I bring you anything?

Well, I need some eggs.

Some eggs, no problem.

Oh, uh-- get that extra
large, not the jumbo,

and not the large.

The extra large, that's
the size in the middle.

Extra large, got it.

Oh, Aunt Maisie,
white or brown?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Oh, but you-- you better
make it brown, sweetie.

You got it, Aunt Maisie.

What?

Read my lips, Mac.

She is not your aunt,
although she seems to like

you better than she does me.

Can you blame her?

[suspenseful music playing]

[engine starts]

[suspenseful music playing]

[police radio chatter]

[music playing]

Are you sure she
didn't say jumbo?

She said extra large, August.

All right.

Hey!

What?

What?

[music playing]

Dispatch, this is 1
William 13, we're in pursuit

of a white Buick
heading north on Martin

Luther King Boulevard.

California plate
3 Charles Bravo.

[tires squealing]

[honking horn]

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[siren blaring]

Yeah.

[crash]

[car alarm sounds]

[siren blaring]

Mac, look out.

[glass shatters]

Whoa.

I don't get it, man.

Who the hell would want
to steal an old map?

Maybe someone who
doesn't think it's a fake.

Trust me, Mac.

It's fake.

About as fake as
Augustus Brooks was.

BROOKS: I don't want to
talk about this, Chase.

August, come on, this
is important stuff.

It's your family history.

It's bad history.

I was named after a
man who left others

to die in war, a man
who publicly humiliated

the entire Brooks family.

Detective Brooks?

You asked me to come in.

I'm Professor Sandra Cutknife
of the Native American Studies

department at UC Malibu.

Right, right, Harry
Talbot was on his way

to see you when he was shot.

This is my partner,
Detective Chase McDonnell.

Hi.

Hi.

Sorry you had to wait.

No problem.

I'm thrilled to be meeting
a direct descendant

of Augustus Brooks.

Yeah, please, have a seat.

It's kind of point.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to offend you.

BROOKS: No problem.

Miss Cutknife, how did
you know Mr. Talbot?

I was doing research and
I stumbled across his name

in the Western
Collector's magazine.

I asked him if he
would help me research

my book on the conflict
between our people.

Our people?

The Apache and the
Buffalo Soldiers.

Anyway, Harry was a big time
Western memorabilia collector.

He was a great help.

BROOKS: Do you know anyone
who might have wanted to hurt

or killed Mr. Talbot?

No.

[phone rings]

Excuse me.

Detective Brooks.

August, hey, can you
leave work a little early?

Aunt Maisie's very upset.

One of the neighbor kids
found her scrapbook.

You know, I almost wished
they hadn't found it.

Yeah.

OK.

All right.

Mac, looks like dinner is
going to be a little bit early.

Miss Cutknife, thank you
very, very much for your help.

We appreciate it.

Listen, if you can think
of anything else, please,

don't hesitate to
give us a call.

Certainly.

And if you ever want to know
more about Augustus, call me.

Ooh, you're going to have
to bring Nicole directly

from the airport to Aunt
Maisie's if you're going

to make it on time for dinner.

All right.

On my way.

I used to do quite a
bit of photo restoration

for the San Francisco
police archives.

She's really smart.

Oh, yeah.

And I have to listen to
him tell her that all day.

Unfortunately, the
lower grade paper--

that's the things like
the newspaper clipping,

stuff like that, they kind
can all pulp together.

But the higher grade paper
we can lay flat and dry.

The pencil seems to be fine.

You can still read it.

It doesn't run.

Can you read this journal?

Yeah, some.

That's your great-great-great
grandfather's journal, August.

The ink would dry out when
they would go on patrol.

And they would make
those entries in pencil.

He was a Buffalo Soldier
stationed at Fort

Huachuca, Arizona, until--

Aunt Maisie, I
really don't think they

are all that interested in it.

Yeah, we are.

Yeah, August, I didn't you
know you were named after him.

Big deal.

Named after a man that
was labeled a coward who

ran in the face of adversity.

Don't you say that.

Don't you ever say that.

Augustus Brooks was a very
brave and honorable man.

Can-- can we just
drop this, Aunt Maisie?

You never read his
journal, did you?

Why would I?

I overheard all the stories
the old folks whispered around

the table at night
when they thought

all the kids were in bed.

Well, now's the
time to read it.

Learn the truth.

I really don't want to
read that old thing, OK?

Come on, August, read it.

Yeah, it looks
interesting, honey.

Honey look, all the ink
is all-- all running here.

You can't read this thing.

Read the part that's
written in pencil.

Read the part that's
written in pencil.

Go ahead.

Yeah, read it.

July 4, 1870, left the fort
under the command of Lieutenant

Dixon, 20 soldiers,
four scouts, one cook,

12 pack mules, in
pursuit of a war

party of Chiracahua Apaches.

July 7.

Ambush by larger war party.

Using the first as a decoy.

We'll be lucky to
survive the night.

There's a prospector.

Must have gotten a
jump on them Apaches.

Keep us covered.

Oh, lordy, he's in a bad way.

Get some water.

Get some water.

What's this?

This here-- this here look
like a map to your claim.

Listen, old timer,
you don't have to--

All right, listen,
let's get him buried

and let's get out of here.

Them Apaches could be
back here any minute now.

[drum beat]

Lord, another one
of your servants done

come home to rest.

All right, you all, let's
go on and get out of here.

Them Apaches could be
back any minute now.

Come on, y'all.

Look here, look here, look here.

See, when this is all
over, we can all come back

and we can claim this.

We each get a quarter.

We're not getting out of here.

There's Apache everywhere.

Don't talk that way, Joseph.

We're going to get
out of this now.

Now, come on, come on.
Get on up.

Come on out here.

[music playing]

[whistles]

[music playing]

Joseph.

[arrows whirring]

[gun shots]

BROOKS: With closing
of the light,

we know we may not see the dawn.

I write these
words in the hope

that someone may find them
and relate to Bittie, my wife,

that I love her and I pray
for the child she carries.

The rest is all washed out.

I never knew--

You didn't read it.

That's why.

Don't listen to family gossip.

What happened to
Augustus and the men

when they returned to the fort?

They were charged
with desertion.

Drummed out of
the Ninth cavalry.

But they were given orders.

They couldn't prove
that they were ordered

away from the main group.

What about the map?

The prospector?

The army said that
Augustus faked that map

in order to support his story.

And without that key
part, he couldn't

prove that it was real.

[cell phone rings]

McDonald.

Right.

OK.
Thanks.

It's Cragmire.

Talbot's widow faxed
over a list of items

stolen from Talbot's car.

The only thing the killer took
were some papers and a map

that he had bought
in an auction.

Well, looks like there may
have been something to this

after all.

[music playing]

That was Sandra
Cutknife on the phone.

Her university office got
ransacked this morning.

And?

She's fine.

Anything missing?

Let's go find out.

MCDONALD: You know, August,
I've been thinking about Aunt

Maisie's map and
who would actually

think that it was authentic.

She's not your aunt, Mac.

And I don't know.

Must be a proliferation
of these old treasure maps

around, especially in the West.

Each map probably just
gathers its own legend

through storytelling.

It still doesn't
answer my question.

And furthermore, how
would they even know

that Aunt Maisie had the map?

Some doofus probably
overheard her talking about it.

It seems unlikely.

You know, it's almost like
they're putting this map

together piece by piece.

Yeah, how would they
know who had the pieces?

Miss Cutknife.

Hi.

Thanks for meeting me out here.

I've been inside all
morning with policemen

making prints and
statements and all that.

Was anything stolen?

That's the odd thing.
Nothing.

All my research
notes were ransacked.

And the whole place was a mess.

Hm.

What were the research notes on?

Spoils of war, items
that the Apache had stolen

from pioneers during raids.

What kind of items?

Letters, diaries,
documents, a map.

A map?

What map?

It's a quarter of an arm
drawn map from somewhere

between 1860 and 1890.

It purports to show the
location of a gold mine.

August, that could be
the piece of the map that

the Apache took from Joseph's.

Yeah, yeah, Harry Talbot
had a piece of that map.

I know.

The magazine article was
written so that Harry could look

at the other pieces of the map.

I had promised to
send him a photocopy

of the Apache quarter.

So how many people knew
you had a piece of this map?

A few people at the
archives, a mining expert

at Arizona Metals, maybe one or
two people that I interviewed.

Do you have the
piece of the map here?

No.

It's still back on
the reservation.

I can have it sent out by
courier if you need it.

Please, please,
I'd love to see it.

The people that you
interviewed, you got

their names from Harry Talbot?

Yes he knew everyone.

And he also had a list
of all the Buffalo

Soldiers' descendants.

Yeah, that's that list
we found on his computer.

But there must have been several
hundred names on that list.

No, that was the master list.

There was a short list.

Through a process
of elimination,

he had narrowed
down the map owners

to about a handful of people.

The killer must have
taken it from him.

That explains how
they found Aunt Maisie.

She is not your aunt, Mac.

So Harry Talbot had
a piece of the map.

My Aunt Maisie had
a piece of the map.

You've got a piece of a
map on the reservation.

Who has the fourth piece?

Mary Buchanan.

She lives in Arizona.

Arizona?

Why do you want
to go to Arizona?

Well, Captain,
Cragmire was able to pull

a partial print off the shell
casing from the murder scene.

They matched a print
to a Randy Harden.

He's a two time loser, no
address, last known employer

Arizona Metals.
- Right.

And Arizona Metals is a company
that Sandra Cutknife went

to verify her part of the map.

And the last part of the map
is owned by one Mary Buchanan

of Sierra Vista, Arizona.

Wait a minute, I thought
you said the map was bogus.

Well, Captain, the
map's real enough.

Whether or not it shows
an actual location

is another question.

Well what do
you think, August?

Is it real?

Maybe.

I just don't know
anymore, Captain.

Well, this isn't
our jurisdiction.

Why not get the
Arizona State Police

to interview Mary Buchanan?

Well, we've asked them to
send the car to protect her,

Captain.

But, Captain, this case is--

well, it's just not routine
to me anymore, you know.

I guess I just want to
know if the map is real.

OK, but it's on your dime.

[music playing]

Still don't believe how
much luggage you brought.

I mean, this isn't exactly
a trek into the Himalayas.

Baker, the
truck's arrived yet?

Excuse me, sir.

Are you Dick Weisel?

- Wessel.
- Wessel?

Wessel.

Wessel.

Well, you can
tell those jokers

they're getting docked
half a day's pay.

So who are you?

State?

Union?

Who's picking my pocket today?

We're LAPD, sir.

I'm Detective Brooks.

This is my partner,
Detective McDonald.

LAPD.

A bit out of your
jurisdiction, aren't you?

Well, we're looking for
a man named Randy Harden.

Would you happen to know him?

Yeah, I know him.

Fired his sorry
behind when I learned

he lied about his criminal
record to get a job here.

Ah, how long ago was that?

Three, four months ago.

You have any
idea where he went?

Who knows.

I mean, he picked up his
last paycheck and left.

Whereabouts unknown.

What are the chances
of a lost gold mine

existing in this area?

This area has been picked
clean as far as gold goes.

What are you mining for?

Copper.

You mine enough of it, you
can turn a pretty penny.

That's an old mining joke.

Yeah, love those
old mining jokes.

Listen, sir, if someone had an
old 1870s map of a lost gold

mine, chances are pretty slim
it would be worth anything,

wouldn't you say?

Yeah, yeah, about as slim
as my wife losing 75 pounds

and cleaning the house.

Don't count on either.

Well, thanks for your time.

Sure.

Anything I can do to
help, let me know.

Thank you.

Well, what do you think?

You want to head over
to Mary Buchanan's?

OK, Harden, they're gone.

That damn magazine.

Talbot should never have been
looking for all the map pieces,

stirring up things
better left alone.

You shouldn't have killed him.

He pulled a gun on me.

I had not choice.

I want you to take care of
this business, clean and tidy.

Get the rest of the map.

I already got two pieces.

It'll stop anybody from
figuring out the location.

This is $1 billion operation.

And I can't afford that risk.

No way.

It's too dangerous.

You do what I tell you.

Get this piece.

And then get back to
Los Angeles and make

that damn Indian professor
tell you where her piece is.

Like I said.

It's too dangerous.

You could serve a long
time for that murder.

Don't think about ratting out.

Hey, Baines.

You and Smith go with Harden.

Keep an eye on him.

And watch out for
those detectives.

And don't come back
without that map.

Yes, sir.

Well, local PD is here.
August.

Yeah.

He's alive.

[muffled yell]

[glass shatters]

[music playing]

August

Who are you?

Who are you?

Are you all right?

Three guys came and
asked for directions.

They must have hit me.

Do you know who they are?

No, I don't know.

They're ram sacking my house.

[glass shattering]

[music playing]

Let's go.

Come on.

[gun shots]

Damn it.

[tires squeal]

[music playing]

Try and cut him off Mac.

Just be careful, man.

Remember, this rental
is on my credit card.

All right.

Here we go.

Here we go.

Police.

Pull over.

[crashing sound]

Ah, man.

Uh, hah.

The rental company is going
to freak over this damage.

August, don't tell me you
didn't get the extra insurance.

Nobody ever gets
the extra insurance.

I do.

Yeah.

That's probably
just a little scratch

Yeah, right.

Whoa, Mac, Mac, Mac.

Hang on.

[tires squealing]

Whoa, whoa.

Man.

[screams]

[crashing sound]

I suppose that's just
a little fender bender.

Mac, how many people
do you count in that car?

Two.

How many did we count
back at the house?

Three.

MCDONALD: August.

BROOKS: Yeah.

Maybe it's not too late
to get that extra insurance.

What?

Huh, ha.

[crashing sounds]

Now I know what it feels
like to get hit by a Mac truck.

Hey, someone needs to tell
this guy we are chasing him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You know, August,
you shouldn't

rule out the possibility
that he's after your luggage.

Very funny, Mac.

Kendra wanted me to be
prepared for anything.

A beach chair and a raft.

Just wait till Nicole starts
packing your suitcase, pal.

[tires squealing]

[music playing]

I think we got
him now, August,

Oh, yeah, Mac, we got
him just where we want him.

Mac!

Mac!

- August?
- Yeah?

I'd say now would be a good
time to get out of here.

I wouldn't disagree with you.

On three.

On three.

MCDONALD: Hey, August.

BROOKS: Yeah?

MCDONALD: You didn't
happen to notice how far

down this hill goes, did you?

BROOKS: I say we stay all
the way to the bottom.

MCDONALD: They say it's
the fall that kills you.

BROOKS: Yeah, I know.

[laughs]

Gotcha.

You see him.

I don't know, Mac.

I thought I could.

I'm not sure anymore.

Who the hell is this guy anyway?

I don't know, August.

Sure looks like the
guy that took Aunt

Maisie's map out of our car.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, sounds
like he's taking off.

Good.

I'm starting to get
sick of this guy.

So now he's got
Talbot's pieces.

He's got my Aunt Maisie's piece.

He's got Mary Buchanan's piece.

There's only one part
left for him to get.

Sandra's piece.

We better call her and warn her.

Right.

Well, there goes
my security deposit.

[sound of jets]

[siren blaring]

MCDONALD: Sandra, it's Chase.

We just go back into town.

Listen if the courier brings
the map by before we get there,

get it over to the
station right away.

All right?

Yeah, it's me.

Guess what?

RANDY HARDEN (ON PHONE):
She's got the map.

Then get it from her.

RANDY HARDEN (ON
PHONE): Oh, I will.

You just make sure you've
got that ticket ready for me

to Mexico City.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

Excuse me, I'm wondering
if you can help me.

I'm looking for a map.

Come here, you.

Come here, lady.

[siren blaring]

Police.

Freeze.

[gun shots]

Sandra, are you all right?

I'm fine.

Stay here.

Hey, August.

Yo.

While you're here, you
should get Kendra some flowers.

Yeah?

What kind?

Roses.

What color you
think she'd like?

Yellow.

Maybe I'll pick
her up a dozen.

You don't want to be cheap.

You should get at least two.

What the hell.

I think I'll get her three.

[gun shots]

He's dead?

Yeah.

The maps we found
in Harden's car

prove Dick Wessel jumped
his claim years ago.

So the magazine article
scared Wessel into thinking

that he'd be caught.

Pretty much.

Harden killed Talbot trying to
get the first piece of the map.

Then used his list to
find the other map owners.

Yeah, including
poor Aunt Maisie.

Wessel told me
my map was bogus.

Well, of course.

I mean, the mine opening
is outside the reservation.

But the actual ore vein goes
right underneath Indian land.

This is Apache gold.

Captain, I'm assuming
by now that the Arizona

police have picked up Wessel.

Oh, yes.

And the IRS wants
him for failing

to disclose the mine's income.

Ooh, talk about a
compromising position,

caught between the
Apaches and the IRS.

Hey, guys.

Well this is the best we
could do with the scrapbook.

Unfortunately, there
were some documents

that we couldn't save.

Well, thank you.

We tried.

There is some good
news, though, Aunt Maisie.

Sandra did some research and she
found Lieutenant Dixon's diary

in the Apache archives.

It seems that his
last entry verifies

that he sent Augustus and his
party away from the main group.

BROOKS: And since the map
really did point to a gold mine,

it all confirms Augustus
Brooks' testimony.

The army will reverse
the court martial

and posthumously
reinstate all four men.

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

God bless you.

God bless you all.

But a few million in gold
would have been nice too.

[laughter]

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