All language subtitles for Walker s02e04 Mustangs.eng

Is Miss Cahill there yet?

No, sir. No, sir, she isn't here.

Let me ask you something, sir.

Are you the same fella
that's been calling in here

about every 15 minutes for her?

Well, she still ain't here. No, sir.

Wait a minute. You're in luck.
She just came in.

How was the show tonight?

It was brilliant.

Some yahoo's on the phone here.

He won't leave his name or number.

How did he know I was here?

Well, your secretary said
you'd be here after the stage play.

How come you didn't
take her to the play?

I don't know, C.D.

There's something about watching two
guys battling each other with swords

and then bursting into a song.
I don't know.

And wearing long-handled drawers.

Yeah, that too.

Name's Hank Sweet.

Thelma Beck told me to call you.
We's good friends.

She said you'd help.

Thelma? How is she?

I have no time for that now.

I got something important
I wanna give you.

I'll meet you outside that
waterspout building on Field Street.

How soon can you get here?

About half an hour.

Sooner if you can. Please, lady.

I gotta go now.

What was that all about?

A friend of a friend, I think.

It sounded like he was in trouble.

Feel like taking a ride?

Let's go.

See anyone?

Well, it'd be a lot easier
if I knew who we were looking for.

What's going on over there?

You gotta save the horses.

Hank Sweet.

You found your man.

Audio tape?

I think so.

It all happened so fast.

Well, one thing we know for sure,

whatever's going down
involves horses.

Did he mention anything
on the phone?

Just to have Thelma Beck call me,
that's it.

Thelma Beck.

That name sounds familiar.

You remember her.

She was all over the news
a couple of years ago.

They call her the Mustang Lady.

Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember her.

More coffee?

No, I should go.

I could whip us up some eggs
or whatever.

No, I gotta go.

You're sure?

I'd better go.

Don't forget your gun.

What?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Hank didn't have no family.

I'll take care of the burying
and saying the words.

Darn fool.

Always worried about
me getting myself killed

and now look at him.

Dead and gone.

Do you have any idea
who could have done this?

No, he didn't have no enemies.

Everyone liked old Hank.

And he didn't mention
the envelope to you?

Thelma, why did you
have him call me?

He came over to my place yesterday,
all agitated.

Said he was onto
something real terrible.

He knew I had connections

because of my protesting
for the mustangs.

I asked him what it was about,
he wouldn't tell me.

Do you know why not?

He didn't want me
to get mixed up in it.

Hank said knowing me,

I'd just go off half-cocked
and get myself hurt.

"Better to go the legal way," he said.

Through Alex.

Alex did all the work for
my Save the Mustangs Committee.

I know she cares about this.

I knew she'd do right by old Hank.

Let me get out of here.

This place makes my skin crawl.

Hank Sweet must have been
onto something really important

to get himself killed over it.

Maybe someone was thinking
we all went to sleep or something

and they're gonna have another go
at the mustangs.

Hank was trying to stop it.

We'll find out who did it, Thelma.
That's a promise.

I just hope you find them

before they hurt those horses
Hank was worried about.

We'll do our best, Thelma.

I hope that's good enough,
Mr. Ranger.

Do you have any idea
what Hank Sweet

could have been involved in
to get himself killed over?

No. I wish I could be more help.

I was sure sorry
to hear about old Hank.

He was one good man.

He was working with a Thelma Beck.
Do you know who she is?

Oh, I know Thelma Beck
like I know my own arthritis.

Still, you can't help admire her

and that Save the Wild Mustang
gang of hers.

You know, about 95 percent
of all the wild mustangs

are still running up here
on the federal lease lands.

Under your protection?

Oh, yes, sir, and we enforce it too,
right to the letter.

What about the other five percent?

Well, now the only herd I know of

still running on private land
is the Santana bunch.

Now don't ask me who named
a nightmare stallion that,

but that's what we all call him.

Yeah, Santana.
I've heard stories about that stallion.

Yeah, and they're true,
and then some.

Now he's out running around with
two or maybe three dozen mares,

between the federal lease land
and the Circle Bar T Ranch.

Do you have any idea where
Hank Sweet's ranch is located?

Right over here.

Oh, yes, sir, he's got about 200 acres
of old flat scrub brush land

right along in here.

- Right next to the Travis ranch.
- Yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Quite a ranch.

Man, will you look at this?

What did you expect in the middle
of 5000 acres, a shack?

I'm telling you,
we're wasting our time.

These guys own the world.

What are they gonna gain
by knocking off a few stallion?

I don't know. Let's go ask them.

Can I help you gents?

Yeah, I'm Ranger Walker,
this is Ranger Trivette.

We'd like to talk to
the owner of this spread.

I'm Mitch Travis.
What can I do for you?

Travis.

You own this place?

Yes, sir, me and my brother.

Do you know a man
named Hank Sweet?

Hank? Sure, he's our neighbor.

Well, he was killed last night.
Murdered.

Murdered?

Oh, dear God.

He was concerned about
someone hurting some horses.

- Do you know anything about that?
- No. What horses?

Possibly the Santana bunch.

They roam between the lease land
and your property, right?

Yes, sir, that's right. They do.

You complained about them
to the BLM, didn't you?

Yes, sir.

Those mustangs can be
a real pain in the butt,

especially in the winter when our cattle
are up to their bellies in snow

and we gotta drop feed in.

Well, that darn Santana,

he drives them away from the hay
so he can get his own mares to it.

We thought about shooting
that old son of a gun

but my dad would roll over in his grave
if we ever did something like that.

So you don't think Hank Sweet was
concerned about the Santana bunch?

I don't know why he would be.

Think he was onto any
renegade meatpackers?

Not that I know of, sir, no.

Okay, thanks for your time.

No problem.

What's a renegade meatpacker?

Well, these are guys that
come in these refrigerated trucks

with machine guns and chain saws.

They hit quick and get out.

- You're kidding.
- I wish I was.

Mitch.

- What did they want?
- Hank Sweet is dead. Murdered.

That's too bad.

Hank was a good guy.

I sure hope we had
nothing to do with that.

Of course we didn't.

What kind of thing is that to say?

They were asking questions
about Santana's herd.

I think we ought to back off.

All that means is that
we have to move a little faster.

Call the packers and
get the shooters here this afternoon.

This is wrong, Ned,
when I think about how Dad

would probably respond
to something like this.

Dad is dead, Mitch.

It's time you face that fact.

These are different times.

Well, I hate this.

Now we got Rangers around here
asking questions?

I don't like it, either.

But Rangers or not,

there's no way I'm gonna let
$800 worth of dog-meat mustang

blow a $20 million deal.

I'm gonna drop you off at the office.

See what you can dig up
on the Travis boys

and the Circle T Ranch.

I still think we're
baying at the moon, partner.

Wouldn't be the first time.

You know, when we were talking
to that young Travis boy,

he seemed sincerely surprised

when we mentioned about
the death of old man Sweet.

But when we started
talking about the mustangs,

there was something in his eyes.

Like what?

I'm not sure,

but there was someone watching us

behind the curtains
in the ranch house.

Why don't you get with Alex, fill her in,
see what you guys can come up with.

All right. Where you gonna be at?

Just noseying around.

Gotta give Dr. Rossi credit.

This new feed's sending
them out even fatter.

Call me when he can
fatten prices at market.

I'm nervous about that
kid brother of yours, Ned.

He doesn't seem to be
quite with this program.

Mitch will be fine.
What are you doing here?

You seemed uptight on the phone.

After what happened
to Hank Sweet?

Yeah, I'm a little uptight.
What do you want?

Just to give you
a little peace of mind.

You know, I was thinking,
you had a point worrying

if Hank Sweet had anything more
to show that lady D.A.

Well, if he did, it'd be at his place.

I mean, Hank wasn't exactly
your safe-deposit-box kind of guy.

So there's gonna be a little fire
out that way in maybe a half hour.

I don't wanna hear this, Corbin.

Okay, okay, your hands are clean.

For what you're paying,
I'm the invisible man.

Hi there, old girl.

How are you, huh?

Are you waiting for your master?

Well, you gotta be hungry.

Come on, let's see what we can
find you to eat, okay? Come on.

Okay, girl, I haven't forgotten.

Let's get you fed.

Well, no sense
letting this go to waste.

It beats dog food, doesn't it, huh?

You happy? Yeah.

Yeah, I hear them.

It's that damned Ranger again.

So why is it every time
you invite me to lunch

I end up telling you
things I shouldn't, huh?

Because I take you
to the nicest places,

and I pick up the check.

Well, that's fair then.

I've tried every source that I know

and I'm getting stonewalled
at every turn.

So this is probably where I have to say
everything's off the record.

Probably.

Go on.

I've been looking into
some big land deals

and I came across a proposed
interstate spur known as l-76A,

except nobody will admit
that it exists.

Come on, you're a member of the
Planning Commission. What gives?

Where did you hear about this?

Sources.

For l-76 to go through,

there would have to be a right of way
through Circle Bar T Ranch.

Right.

Well, that would be a disaster
for the cattle ranch.

I mean, it's the last thing
that they'd want.

But if they propose
to develop that land...

Right again.
The value would skyrocket.

Don't dance with me on this, Kyle.

I think this highway
is tied up in a murder.

Corbin, we can't kill a Ranger.

Can you do life without possibility?

Man, let's just keep on going.

Corbin's right. I've done time
and I'm not doing more.

This is crazy.

Hey, I'm hurt. I'm hurt.

You're okay. Just a crease.

You're under arrest
for the murder of Hank Sweet.

- I didn't kill Sweet.
- Then who did?

- I can't tell you.
- Then you're going down for it.

Okay, okay.

- Corbin killed him.
- Keep talking.

They're gonna kill all the mustangs.

This afternoon
it's supposed to go down.

You got him!

Let's just get the hell out of here.

If he's not dead, he's gonna be
fighting off buzzards until he is.

It's gonna be a long walk back.

Well, you must be Santana.

Well, your mares have gotta be
somewhere real close, huh?

I hope you don't mind
me borrowing one.

Oh, hell.

Hey, counselor.

I just got a look at the Travis brothers'
father's will in probate.

- Yeah?
- There's a provision there that states

that they can't sell
or develop that ranch

as long as those Santana horses
are running free.

If the brothers wanna sell the ranch,
they have to get rid of the mustangs.

Right, see, but I can't figure out
why they would wanna sell that ranch.

Money.

No, no, they got lots of money.

I'm talking serious money.

One of the state's biggest builders

has proposed a huge development
on the Travis ranch.

Now, ironically, as soon as
they can kill off the mustangs

they're gonna call it Mustang Valley.

I'm heading over to
the County Clerk's office right now

to see how far they've gotten.
Wanna join me?

No, no, I gotta find Walker.

I can't raise him on the radio.

Walker can take care of himself.

Easy, boy.

Ranger!

Thelma Beck.

Look here.

I was remembering old Hank's dog
and I went out to his place.

More tapes. I played them.

They're fixing to kill off Santana
and his bunch, those Travis boys.

Well, that's what we were thinking.

You didn't happen to run into Walker
nosing around out there, did you?

No, just old Hank's dog
and a T-bone laying on the floor.

- Somebody fed him.
- That's Walker.

We're gonna have to have another talk
with those Travis brothers.

He probably went back there.

I'm for sure gonna talk
to those Travis boys.

Come on, hop in. Let's go.

No, Thelma, that's...
That's not a good idea.

- You can come with me.
- Wait, hold it, Thelma, look...

Or you can... All right, fine.
Then we'll just go.

Okay, I got the badge.
I'll do the talking.

Thattaboy.

Easy, boy. Easy, easy.

Okay.

Now, we're not gonna have time
to cultivate a friendship here.

We're gonna have to do this
the hard way.

Whoa, boy.

You are one tough son of a gun.

Oh, jeez.

Maybe it's just not in the cards
between you and me.

The heart of the wild horse is at one
with the heart of man, Washoe.

Both yearn to be free.

But, Uncle Ray,
even if I can catch him

without getting myself killed,
how will I ever ride him?

The white man's way
is to conquer the horse,

ours is to ride him
in the direction he is going.

Become the red side of your nature.
Be his friend.

But he doesn't wanna be my friend.

No, because he knows
you do not want to become his friend.

In your hearts you must both
find a reason to become one.

Okay, boy,
we both want the same thing:

To survive
and to protect your ladies.

Can we agree on that?

- Thelma!
- All right. I got it.

I should have driven my own car.

Nonsense. It'd just get all dusty.

You're not gonna like this.

I'll make you a deal, big guy.

You help me take down those guys
who are trying to hurt your mares...

...and I'll let you go
when this is all over.

How's that, huh?

Easy.

Okay.

Whoa, boy.

Okay, boy,
let's go take care of business, huh?

Okay, let's do it.

You should find Santana
and his bunch

somewhere around the feed drop
down by Indian Wells.

Drive them down the valley
to the pickups,

then get out of the way so
Corbin and the boys can finish the job.

Get going!

Don't you feel anything about this?

Don't start in on me again, Mitch.

Follow the pickup.

They'll cut them down your tailgate.

Roll out.

Let's get it done.

Why are we stopping here, Thelma?

Because I don't trust them.

- Give me that.
- What kind of a Ranger are you?

The kind who would like
to do things peacefully, if possible.

Come on, let's go then.

This is crazy, Ned.
We don't need to sell the ranch.

- This is our lives.
- Yours maybe, but not mine.

I'm sick of the sweat.

It's a lot better
than what you're into now.

Ned Travis, your Daddy
would be spinning in his grave

if he knew you were gonna
kill those mustangs.

What are you doing here, Ranger?

I'm looking for my partner.
I figured he might wanna talk to you.

We haven't seen him
since you were here before.

Well, then he's with the horses.
Where are they?

Unless you got a warrant,
you'd best get off my ranch.

We ain't done nothing.

Nothing?

Maybe you didn't fire the gun
that killed Hank Sweet,

but I'll bet the trail leads to you.

And when it does,
I'll be back here with your warrant.

Now, where are the horses?

- How would I know where they are?
- I know.

They were on Hank Sweet's tapes.
Come on.

You might wanna educate your boys,
Mr. Travis.

Corbin killed Hank Sweet, didn't he?

Didn't he?

It was an accident.

Hank got Van Sickle drunk one night,
got him talking, got it on tape.

He called me,
said if I didn't call off the shoot

he was gonna call the cops.

He had pictures of us, Mitch.
He had a copy of the will.

He knew.

Yeah, but did you have
Corbin kill Hank Sweet?

Was it like they said?
Did you have Hank Sweet killed?

It got out of control.
Corbin got carried away.

Yeah, but did you have
Hank Sweet killed?

No!

Good.

Well, let's call this whole thing off.

Let's just call the cops,
tell them about Corbin.

It's too late for that, Mitch.

Corbin said he killed Walker today
out at Devil's Rock.

I got no choice.

I either go all the way
or I go to prison.

I gotta take care of Thelma
and that other Ranger.

You're talking about more killing?
I can't let you do that!

Well, we got your girls put to bed,

let's go get the shooters
before they get us.

Let's check down in the gully.

Man, there ain't nothing down there.

We gotta look lower.

Now, you gonna tell me that a whole
herd of horses can disappear like that?

I don't know.

They gotta be
around here somewhere.

Move up on the left here.

Hold it! Drop the guns.

Drop them.

Now, the smartest thing
you boys can do

is ride and don't look back.

If I see you back in this territory,
I'm gonna nail your skins to the wall.

Now, get!

Come on. Come on.

Okay, boy,
let's go get the heavy hitters.

Van Sickle,
you hear anything from the outriders?

Not a peep.

I tried to reach them,
but nobody's talking.

Yeah, maybe they're behind a ridge.

Keep your eyes open.

Holy...!

Yeah, I see him.

Shoot him!

Let's get the hell out of here now!

Pull over, boys.

Get out.

Come on. Come around.

See what I mean, Thelma?
Peaceful as possible.

Walker.

Nice work.

How the hell did you get
all the way out here?

- I rode Santana.
- No man can ride Santana.

Well, let's just say he and I
were going in the same direction.

Then where is he now?

I don't know. Gone, I guess.

Ain't that the most beautiful sight
you ever saw?

You mean to see them
running free like that?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

It's something Ned Travis and Corbin
won't be doing for a long time though.

Serves them right.

I hope they rot in jail.

Well, Mitch's testimony will seal it.

He promised to keep this
a working ranch

and protect the herd
like his father wanted.

Hey.

I guess this is where
push comes to shove, partner.

I've known seven great horses
in my life,

and Santana's six of them.

If there's ever a horse
I didn't want to give up,

this is the one.

You and Santana was meant
to be together, Walker.

Yeah, I know.

Have a good life, old boy.

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