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(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

(GUN CLICKS)

(RATTLING)

(GUN COCKING)

(DOG BARKS)

(TURNS SWITCH OFF)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(MOOING)

MAN: Now, now, up the ramp!

Come on, now. Round them up!

(SHOUTS)

(MOOING)

(CLANKING)

(SHOUTS)

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(MOOING)

(SHOUTS)

(MOOING)

Get in!

(MOOING)

MAN: Wish me luck, boys!

Get in!

We're over! Got more left.

All right, let's leave some for next time.

Let's go, boys, let's go!

You're right about that, Garland. You're going.

MAN: Buck it up! Anymore?

You're going to jail.

What the hell are you doing here?

It's a good question you're asking me.

It's the same one I've been asking myself for the last year.

Just, how do you stay one step ahead of me.

Well, I finally figured it out.

(GRUNTS)

(THUDS)

Damn!

Oh, God.

MAN: He's coming to.

Get in the truck. He knows you.

Let's move it out, Tilly. Let's wrap it up!

TILLY: Come on, let's get up. Get up, let's go. Come on!

Let's go!

Let's get the hell out of dodge!

(RATTLING)

MAN: Go on, let's get out of here.

(MOOING)

(SHOUTS)

(BILL SCREAMS)

(MOOING)

(CHEERING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(MOOING)

All right, fellas. Let's hear it!

(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

I'm seeing my neighbour's brand on these cows.

Virgil, you just look the other way and tell me if anybody finds out about it.

(LAUGHS)

Well, it's all right with me.

Bill Cox, will throw your raggedy hide in jail.

Where's Bill been hiding himself anyway?

I ain't seen him.

(CHEERING)

(MOOING)

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(MOOING)

(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

That's it, Cordell!

All right, you guys look like you could have a drink.

Let's go have a barbecue.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN: That's right, Cordell. Thank you.

Come on, cowboy. I'll buy you a lemonade.

Uh, I tell you what, I'll meet you there.

I'm curious as to why those buzzards are circling out there.

Maybe a calf tangled up or something.

ALEX: Want some company?

Sure, let's go take a look.

Halt!

It's Bill Cox.

Weren't you two good friends?

WALKER: Yeah, we were.

Looks like he was trampled by cattle.

(SIGHS)

WALKER: Alex, go call the medical examiner.

Have Trivette and C.D. get out here right away.

ALEX: Go. (CLICKS TONGUE)

(HORSE GALLOPING)

(HAWK SCREECHING)

(RATTLING)

(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Now, you boys handle that body awful easy.

That used to be a mighty good man.

Billy, give us some clues, will you?

(DOOR CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTS)

Two 18-wheelers.

Came in empty, left loaded.

Bill must have surprised 'em.

Chasing rustlers in the middle of the night,

should have called me for back-up.

Where's the darn government when you need it.

Field inspectors and officers are paid way too thin for these kinda miles.

We don't even know whose jurisdiction this is.

As of now, it's Texas ranger jurisdiction.

Trivette, put on APP for two 18-wheelers.

WALKER: One white, maybe both.

Filled with cattle with a Rocking R brand on it.

All right, I'll put it out.

MB estimates Cox's death six to eight hours ago.

TRIVETTE: You wanna call it a 400 miles radius?

Yeah.

Well, if I was a betting man,

I'd be willing to bet that they're gonna lay low until the heat dies down.

You get me some probable cause, I'll get you some warrants.

Just let me know how many you need.

Make it four. Okay.

(ENGINE REVS)

(COWS MOOING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

All right, let's get them fed and watered.

A dollar a pound, I wanna keep these babies in a good shape.

TILLY: Are you crazy?

Let's just dump them and run for it.

We talking about murder now.

Tilly, you're free to go.

But you leave your share behind.

These beefs tie us right to that badge inspector.

Look, they may never find that body.

And if they do, it's gonna look like an accident

Now, rest of you wanna go that's fine with me.

I don't care about cutting up higher in fewer shares.

(COWS MOOING)

All right.

Well, you heard him. Let's get to it.

HARLAND: Hey, lighten up, boys.

We just made ourselves a hell of a score.

Hey, Walker.

I'm sticking with you on this.

No, I can't let you do that.

You're not a law enforcement officer.

Yeah.

But I've been like a deputy, to old Bill Cox for the last two years.

Cattle and cattle rustling's my business.

I know that world, Walker.

Maybe better than you.

Maybe.

I'll take you to the men that killed old Bill,

or I'll just beat you to 'em.

But I wanna be there when they go down.

Well, Bill had to be out here for some reason.

He had to be targeting someone.

The question is, who?

I know somebody.

Who is it?

I'll take you to him.

(CHUCKLES)

(RATTLING)

(MOOING)

MAN: There you go.

VIRGIL: These boys here are small timers.

My feeling is they're about ready to expand.

So, you think they've moved up to using 18-wheelers, huh?

Stealing $100,000 worth of beef.

It's hard to say

but they had run-ins with old Bill Cox more than once.

(MOOING)

MAN: That's it, that's it, that's it. There we go.

MAN 1: Slow down there.

MAN 1: Hang on. MAN 2: Round that one up.

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN 1: Bring another one.

MAN 2: All right, that's 25. Bring me 26.

MAN 3: Here we go! Hey, boys.

WALKER: I see, you're changing the bar V to the circle M.

That's only cattle rustling right now

but if I find the Rocking R in that herd over there,

I'm arresting you all for murder.

Well, you've got a lot of brass Mr...

Walker. Texas Ranger.

Don't even think of it.

And don't make me chase you.

(GRUNTS)

Hold on here, boys.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(COWS MOOING)

(GROANS)

I told you not to make me chase you.

(MOOING)

Jimmy Trivette, I swear.

Dallas Cowboys.

I swear... Yeah, well.

Well, I blew out my shoulder and... Ranger now, huh?

Damn. Listen, the...

The trucks we're looking for, we think they might be white.

At least one of them might be.

Yeah, a lot of them are white.

They're easy to wash down to look clean.

Hey. What?

Go long, T!

Right, huh? Am I right?

Yeah.

(LAUGHS)

Okay, you're a legitimate operator.

But say I had 100 head of cattle to get rid of.

Where would I go with it?

It's third down on three,

now you gotta figure you go underground.

But I figured you go long T.

And you exploded out of that formation.

Run down field, get that pass and go 67 yards

for a touch down, you did it! (CHUCKLES)

Go, long T!

Look, Dub, Dub. Where would I go with the stolen cattle?

Out of state.

North to Oklahoma?

East to Louisiana?

Any place where they're not familiar with our local brands.

Suppose the Rocking R brand comes through here.

Now, everybody's going to be looking for Harland Rogers.

And if he tried to change that brand,

make that R into a B,

it would be noticed... (SNAPS)

Out of state wouldn't pick up on that.

Do you have a list of local brands so I could compare them?

Better than that.

I'll let you copy my book.

Any brand that's ever been in Texas has probably come through here.

All sales are recorded by brand?

That's supposed to be a secret

between the cattle man and his accountant,

if you get my drift. (CHUCKLES)

But I reckon, a boss can make an exception

for "Go long T".

(MOOING)

(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

Who are you? What does this look like?

And if I were you, I wouldn't even think about it.

See you met my friend, Delbert, here.

Virgil, man, I don't need no hassles, man.

And Delbert might look like a sorry piece of something

stuck to the bottom of your shoe but actually he's a man of some wealth.

What with his hog and cattle business.

Except he's got this eye problem.

No, I ain't into that anymore, I swear.

VIRGIL: See, he can't see whether a cow coming in here is dead or alive,

or got the wrong brand,

or missing your right certificate.

No, no. That's why I own him.

Don't I own you, Delbert?

See, I could have busted him anytime except we have these great conversations.

I don't know nothing.

Oh, no, no, no. You do know.

And I know you know.

I told my friend, Walker, here, you know,

and he didn't travel all this way out here to find out you don't know.

But I don't know. But you do, Delbert.

You got your dirty little fingers in all the pies.

And you're gonna tell me what we wanna know

or I'll break them one by one until I find out

who is new on the scene in the meat business?

who is selling beef without a certificate,

and who has big time just arrived.

Eighteen-wheeler big time.

Now, who?

All right, all right. (PANTING)

There are these guys. Who? Come on, names. Names. (SNAPS)

I don't know. Out of state guys.

Anyway, what ever they're into, it's big.

(STAMMERS)

They're fronting a ton of money.

DELBERT: They're doing a deal with my cousin.

See, my cousin, he rents out trucks sometimes,

and doesn't ask too close what somebody's into.

What kind of trucks?

Big rigs, 18-wheelers.

I want you to call your cousin,

and get the license plate numbers on all those trucks.

Soon as I get some names, I'll have your warrants.

All right. Alex.

Go long, T!

"Go long, T," you ever heard of that expression?

Sure, it's like, jasmine or orange pekoe, why?

No, it's not.

(LINE BEEPS)

Could you get that for me, please.

Sure.

It's from Shreveport.

It's a letter and mostly some drawings of some brands.

Great. I'm changing local brands as if I had a running iron,

Mmm-hmm. And I checked with some out of state feeder laws

and asked them if they bought any Texas cattle with markings like these.

ALEX: And have they?

TRIVETTE: Well, Ms. Alex...

I think they have.

(ENGINE REVS)

In the future, Virgil,

if there's any law enforcement need to be done,

I'll do it.

Oh, Walker, did I hurt him?

No.

Did I get some good information? Yes.

VIRGIL: Come on, what are you all of a sudden, the ACLU?

You heard what I said.

All right.

WOMAN: (ON RADIO) Highway 5, at Little Pines truck road,

all units pursue. Suspect's license number G-4-7-8-9-4.

Vehicles described as two 18-wheel-long call trucks, both white.

I rest my case.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE REVS)

(HONKING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(HONKING)

(ENGINE WHIRS)

(GUN CLICKS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GUN COCKS)

(ENGINE RATTLES)

COP 1: Let's go get him, go!

COP 2: Hands up! Hands up!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

COP 3: Go. Put your hands up!

COP 4: All right, come on.

(COPS CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

Get 'em.

VIRGIL: Yeah, they're running with a little contraband, all right.

It was used to launder Bellwood computers.

(SIGHS)

Hey, it's not a loss. Still a good bust.

It is a good bust. Just the wrong one.

(MEN CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

(MOOING)

All right, great. Thanks again. Appreciate it.

(ENGINE REVS)

TRIVETTE: And I found several matches actually

of brands that were easy to change sold out of state.

Like a lazy "S" in Texas

that would become a lazy "8" by the time it got to Oklahoma.

That's a good job, Trivette.

I'll meet you at Bill Cox's house.

You know how to get there?

I can find it.

What's gonna be at Bill Cox's house?

I don't know. Maybe nothing.

He wants us to head to Cox's place.

(ENGINE REVS)

(DOG BARKS)

It's ever so humble.

And what a way to live, huh?

Yeah, Bill was just an old bachelor who lived for his job.

So, what's your idea here, Walker?

Well, he's from the old school.

If he's tracking a rustling operation,

there could be notes, maybe a file.

We looked through his stuff in his office, nothing special there.

Why would he keep his private notes at home?

Just a hunch.

Guess old Bill wouldn't mind if we broke in, huh?

The old school, remember?

(DOOR SQUEAKS)

(THUDS)

It won't take long to search this place.

What you see is what you get.

Not even a cold beer.

Looks like he was following the same brands as I was.

TRIVETTE: Only got about as far from what I can see.

You recognize this guy?

VIRGIL: Don't look familiar.

So now what? Back to square one?

Not all the way back.

We have a face, all we have to do is put a name to it.

See that blurry license plate on the truck?

WALKER: Yeah, maybe computer enhancement will help us read that.

Well, you've got a job to do then.

I'll try to have something by the time you get there.

WALKER: Okay.

(ENGINE WHIRS)

Hey, Walker, do me a favor, drop me at the office on the way.

Now I see where Cox was going,

there is something who I want to check out. You got it.

(ENGINE WHIRS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(ENGINE WHIRS)

(COWS MOOING)

(DOOR RATTLING)

(GRUNTS)

That's for Bill Cox.

He was just a good old man doing his job,

and you had to kill him. (GRUNTS)

Get up. Get up!

You didn't have to do it, but you did.

(GROANS)

Virgil!

What are you doing?

You half wits!

The law could kill us about a few cows,

but killing that old man ups the ante sky high!

I knew they wouldn't think it was no accident.

What about your end of the deal?

You were supposed to keep that old man out of that field.

TILLY: We gotta get out of here. Let's just go.

Tilly, you shut up!

(COWS MOOING)

VIRGIL: Now you idiots get ready to roll

and head out of here in exactly one hour.

Change them license plates.

We'll have those numbers any time now.

The ranger's gonna get a tip telling about this place.

The trucks were spotted going north.

Oklahoma City.

But you'll be going east. Louisiana.

Now, leave the old plates here, you leave the hay and all on the ground,

leave some maps saying north all over.

I'll be where I've been.

Pointing Walker and his troops in the wrong direction.

One last time.

VIRGIL: Can you handle that?

Yeah.

Good.

(TYPING)

TRIVETTE: Our computer enhancement is about as guessy.

I'm asking this computer

to give me its best guess as to what this image might be.

(TYPING)

ALEX: 1-L

This letter obstructed by the mud could be an eight or an H.

TRIVETTE: Don't even bother.

The computer can see way more than we can.

And what it can't see, it will guess at.

(TYPING)

Like, if there was a blade of grass in front of this number,

the computer would guess what's behind this blade of grass

by checking the pixels on both sides

and then guessing the same things in the middle.

Are you gonna be able to pick up all those numbers?

TRIVETTE: Yeah, well.

pretty sure I can, I've started out with worse.

Any luck?

Yeah, we're getting real close.

(PHONE RINGING)

Yes.

(TYPING)

Walker.

ALEX: Maycee says there's a caller on three that you should hear.

(TYPING)

Walker.

Yeah, I got it.

Who is this?

(TYPING)

(BEEPS)

Got it. I got it.

1-L-8-G-0-4-3, right?

How did you get that?

(DIALING)

Maycee, contact DPS,

have them send a unit out

to investigate the Old Miller warehouse.

Yeah.

(DOOR OPENS)

You have a confirmation for north.

Have all units cover the I-35

and the old inner state heading towards Oklahoma.

Okay. VIRGIL: Hey, Walker.

You go on ahead, I'm staying on the ground.

I thought you wanted a piece of these guys.

I'll make sure I get it.

You and your troops get the highways covered,

I'm betting these boys are sticking to back roads.

I know them places.

Suit yourself. All right, you got it.

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

(ENGINE REVS)

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

You wanna keep to the 35 all the way to the north?

Forget north. Take 80 to Louisiana. East.

Too many signs point north.

You got it.

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

(UNZIPPING)

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

Right there.

Just like you figured.

Hey, contact all units.

Let's do it.

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

(ENGINE REVS)

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

Helicopter up there.

It sure enough, looks like a police chopper.

This is the Texas Rangers.

Pull your vehicles to the side of the road.

WALKER: This is the Texas Rangers.

Pull your vehicles to the side of the road.

I told you. Didn't I tell you?

This is the Texas Ranger.

Pull your vehicles to the side of the road.

What do we do now, Mr. Einstein with all the answers?

WALKER: Pull your vehicles to the side of the road.

We sure as hell ain't stopping.

They got a chopper, Harland.

Four Corners Fairground is just a little ways ahead.

We'll get there, we'll bail out,

get lost in the crowd.

Every man for himself.

WALKER: Pull your vehicles to the side of the road.

You can't outrun a chopper.

You got any better ideas?

(ENGINE REVS)

(ENGINE REVS)

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(ENGINE REVS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE REVS)

One more, here we go.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE REVS)

(HELICOPTER REVVING)

We better pray for no traffic

or they're gonna kill everybody in front of them.

Hand me the shotgun.

(GUN COCKS)

They got a gun.

(GUN FIRES)

Oh, no.

(GUN COCKS)

Damn it!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

TRIVETTE: Get out!

(COWS MOOING)

Get out, now!

(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

You boys almost got away with it.

Hadn't it been for that guy, Virgil, telling us which way you went,

Virgil's the one behind all this.

What he's doing is taking all that money for himself.

Nobody asked you so shut up!

(SIREN WAILING)

Trivette, read them their rights.

My pleasure.

Gentlemen, welcome to the party.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say, can or will be used against you

in the court of law. Turn around.

TRIVETTE: You have the right to attorney.

(ENGINE REVS)

Find him? Yep.

(CHUCKLES)

This is some kinda joke, right?

You see me smiling?

You mind telling me what you think you might know?

Bill Cox was too good a law man to be in that pasture

at night all alone without back-up.

Now, why would he do that?

One last moment of glory by himself?

No, he didn't tell you because he didn't trust you.

It's all in the notes we found.

He was one step behind that rustling ring, for almost a year.

How is that possible?

Unless they were informed by his so called "deputy."

It had to be you, Virgil.

How did you find me?

See, you weren't as smart as you thought you were.

(LAUGHS)

VIRGIL: You bugged my jeep.

Come here. I'm gonna show you something.

Look, there's one million dollars here

and you can have half of it.

Not interested, Virgil.

Oh, hell. Take all of it.

I'm still not interested.

Put your hands up.

(GRUNTS)

(EXHALES) You should have taken the money, Walker.

Now I'm gonna have to kill you.

(GRUNTS)

Come on, come on.

Get up, get up.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(THUD)

Easier said than done, Virgil.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

This one's for Bill.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)

You want us to help you clean up this place, C.D.?

No, not tonight, Cordell.

Let's just remember old Bill.

Oh, we sure gave him a send off, didn't we?

I'm not sure about a blast like this for a wake.

I think my mother would called it, sacrilegious.

Well, now, that all depends. If old Bill had been here,

we would had one hell of a time, I'll tell you.

You know, I was talking to folks tonight,

and a lot of people don't realize,

the branding iron helped build the West.

It helped win America.

Yep. That branding iron says "This is mine."

And America is one of the few countries that still respect that.

You know, when someone comes to take what you got,

there's always a bunch of people like old Billy Cox that say

"No. You ain't gonna do that."

Well, here's to old Billy.

Here's to all the men who wear a badge.

Yeah. And the women.

Oh. To the peace makers.

Men and women.

I hear you. (GLASS CLINKS)