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( suspenseful theme playing)

(cattle mooing)

Come on now, up the ramp.

Come on now, around the loop.

Hyah! Whoo!

Get over, get over. Hyah!

Get there.

(men shouting indistinctly)

Tilly?

Tilly?

Where are we? About full up.

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: Lock it up. Any more?

Going to jail. Cox.

What the hell are
you doing here?

That'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.

(footsteps racing)

Oof!

(thuds to ground)

Damn!

Oh, God.

He's coming to.

GARLAND: Get in the
truck. He knows you.

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

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

Let's go.

Raise the chute and let's
get the hell out of Dodge.

Let's make this run
and get out of here.

(cattle galloping)

(cattle mooing)

Hyah! Hyah!

(Cox screaming)

( ominous theme playing)

(cattle mooing)

(cheering and laughter)

(crowd chattering)

BOY: Wow, look at that one.

(upbeat country music playing)

All right, fellas,
come on, let's hear it.

(cheering and applause)

If you see any of my neighbors'
brands on these calves, Virgil,

you just look the other way.

We'll turn them into roast beef

before anybody
finds out about it.

Well, that's all right
with me, Harland.

Bill Cox will throw
your raggedy hide in jail.

Where's Bill been
hiding himself anyway?

I ain't seen him.

(crowd cheering)

Ride him, Cordell.

All right, you little britches
earned your ice cream.

Let's go to the barbeque.

(cheering and applause)

(crowd chattering)

C.D.: Nice try, Cordell.
Thank you, C.D.

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

Well, I'll 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.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Whoa!

It's Bill Cox.

Weren't you two good friends?

Yeah, we were.

Looks like he was
trampled by cattle.

Alex, go call the
medical examiner.

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

Come on.

(buzzard cries)

( melancholy theme playing)

(indistinct police
radio chatter)

I want you boys to handle
that body awful easy.

That used to be a
mighty good man.

Billy, get us some
clues, will you?

(van engine starts)

Two eighteen-wheelers.
Came in empty, left loaded.

Bill must've surprised 'em.

Chasing rustlers in
the middle of the night?

He should've called
me for backup.

Where's the darn
government when you need it?

The Field Inspector's office

is spread way too thin
for these kind of miles.

We don't even know
whose jurisdiction this is.

Well, as of now, it's
Texas Ranger jurisdiction.

Trivette, put out an APB
for two eighteen-wheelers,

one white, maybe
both, filled with cattle

with the rocking
R brand on them.

All right, I'll put it out.

ME estimates Cox's death
at six to eight hours ago.

You wanna call it
a 400-mile radius?

Yeah.

But if I was a betting man,

I'd be willing to bet
they're gonna lay low

until the heat dies down.

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

Let me know how many you need.

Make it four.

Okay.

( suspenseful theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

(cattle mooing)

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

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

Are you crazy?

Let's just dump
'em and run for it.

We're talking about murder now.

Tilly, you're free to go, but
you leave your share behind.

TILLY: But 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, the rest of you
wanna go, that's fine with me.

I don't care about cutting
that pie up into fewer shares.

All right.

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

GARLAND: Hey, lighten up, boys.

We just made ourselves
a hell of a score.

Hey, Walker, I'm
sticking with you on this.

Well, 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.

Now, cattle and cattle
rustling's my business.

I know that world, Walker.

Maybe better than you.

Maybe.

Now, 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)

( peaceful theme playing)

(cattle mooing)

There you go.

VIRGIL: Now, these
boys here are smalltimers.

My feeling is they're
about ready to expand.

Well, you think they moved up
to using eighteen-wheelers, huh?

Stealing $100,000 worth of beef?

Hey, it's hard to say
but they had run-ins

with old Bill Cox
more than once.

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

MAN 1: Sit down, Hammer.

MAN 2: Hang on.

MAN 1: Rile that one up.

(men chattering)

We got another one.

All right, that's 25.

Bring me 26.

MAN 2: Here you go.

WALKER: Hey, boys.

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

That's only cattle
rustling right now.

If I find a rocking R
in that herd over there,

I'm arresting you
all for murder.

Well, you got a
lot of brass, Mr...?

Walker, Texas Ranger.

Don't even think of it.

And don't make me chase you.

( action theme playing)

Come around here, boys.

Oof!

(groans)

I told you not to
make me chase you.

( suspenseful theme playing)

DUB: Jimmy Trivette, I swear.

Dallas Cowboys, I swear.

Yeah, well, till I
blew out my shoulder.

Ranger now, huh? Damn.

Listen, the trucks
we're looking for,

we think they might be white,
at least one of them might be.

Yeah, a lot of 'em are white.

They're easy to wash
down. They look clean.

Hey... What?

Go long, T.

Right? Huh? Am I right?

Yeah.

(both laugh)

Okay, you're a
legitimate operator,

but say I had a hundred
head of cattle to get rid of,

where would I go with them?

It's third down and three.

Now you gotta figure
go on the ground,

but I figured, go long, T.

And you exploded
out of that formation,

run downfield, get that pass
and go 67 yards for a touchdown.

You did it.

Go long, T.

Look, Dub. Dub,

where would I go
with the stolen cattle?

Out of state.

North to Oklahoma?

East to Louisiana?

Anyplace where
they're not familiar

with our local brands.

Suppose the rocking R
brand comes through here.

Now, everybody's gonna be
looking for Harland Rogers,

and if he tried to
change that brand,

make that R into
a B, it'd be noticed.

(snaps fingers)

Out of state wouldn't
pick up on that.

Do you have a list of local
brands so I can 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 cattleman
and his accountant,

if you get my drift.

But I reckon the boss
can make an exception

for Go Long T.

(cattle mooing)

(men chattering)

( action theme playing)

Who are you?

What does this look like?

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

I see you met my
friend Delbert here.

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

Delbert might look like
a 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.

I ain't into that
anymore, I swear.

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

or got the wrong brand,

or missing the
right certificate.

No, no. And that's
why I own him.

Don't I own you, Delbert?

See, I could've
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.

And 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.

You're gonna tell me
what I wanna know

or I'll break you one by one

until I find out who is new on
the scene in meat business,

who is selling beef
without a certificate,

who is big time, just arrived.

Eighteen-wheeler
big time. Now, who?

All right, all right.

There are these guys...

Who? Come on. Names, names.

I don't know. Out-of-state guys.

Anyway, whatever
they're into, it's big.

Uh, uh... They're
fronting a ton of money.

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, eighteen-wheelers.

I want you to call your cousin

and get the license plate
numbers on all those trucks.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(Trivette muttering)

As soon as I get some
names I'll have your warrants.

All right. Alex, Go long, T.

Go long, T. You ever
heard that expression?

Sure, it's like jasmine
or orange pekoe. Why?

No, it's not.

(fax machine beeps)

Would you get
that for me, please?

Sure.

It's from Shreveport.

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

Great. I've been
changing local brands

as if I had a running
iron. Mm-hm?

And I checked with some
out-of-state feeder lots,

asked them if they
bought any Texas cattle

with markings like these.

ALEX: And have they?

TRIVETTE: Well, Ms. Alex,

I think they have.

In the future, Virgil,

if there's any law enforcement
to be done, I'll do it.

Oh, Walker, did I hurt him? No.

Did I get some good
information? Yes.

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

You heard what I said.

All right.

WOMAN (over radio): Highway 5 at
Little Pines Truck Road, all units pursue.

Suspect's license
number G-47894.

Vehicles described
as two eighteen-wheel

long haul trucks, both white.

I rest my case.

(tires screeching)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(horn honking)

(siren wailing)

(horn honking)

(gun cocks)

Go, go!

Hands up! Hands up!

(officers chattering)

OFFICER: Spread 'em.

( comic theme playing)

VIRGIL: Yeah, they were running

with a load of
contraband, all right.

Those used to belong
to Bellwood Computers.

(sighs)

Hey, nothing lost.
It's still a good bust.

Yeah, it's a good bust.
Just the wrong one.

(men chattering)

(cattle mooing)

(helicopter engine whirring)

Thanks a lot.

TRIVETTE (over radio): 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. 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.

Be it ever so humble.

Yeah, 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 was tracking
a rustling operation,

there could be
notes, maybe a file.

We looked through
the stuff in his office.

Nothing special there.

Why would he keep his
private notes at home?

Just a hunch.

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

The old school, remember?

(chuckles)

It won't take long
to search this place.

What you see is what you get.

(sighs)

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 that truck?

WALKER: Yeah.

Maybe a computer
enhancement will help us read that.

Well, you got a job to do then.

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

Okay.

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

Now that I see
where Cox is going,

there is something
I wanna check out.

You got it.

( mysterious trumpet
theme playing)

(cows mooing)

MAN: Hello?

(grunts)

That's for Bill Cox.

He was just a good old man
doing his job but you had to kill him.

Get up. Get up.

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

Virgil?

What are you doing?

Half-wits!

The law could care
less 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 was supposed to keep
that old man out of that field.

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

Tilly, you shut up!

Now, you idiots
get ready to roll.

And head out of here
in exactly one hour.

Change them license plates.

They'll have those
numbers any time now.

The Rangers are gonna get a
tip tellin' them about this place.

Your trucks were
spotted going north.

Oklahoma City.

But you'll be going east.

Louisiana.

Leave the old plates here.

You leave the hay
and all on the ground.

And you leave some maps
saying "north" all over 'em,

and I'll be where I've been,

pointing Walker and his
troops in the wrong direction,

one last time.

Can you handle that?

Yeah.

Good.

( slow western theme playing)

(computer keys clicking)

All right, what computer
enhancement is about

is guessing.

I'm asking this computer
to give me its best guess

as to what this image might be.

ALEX: One L?

This letter
obstructed by the mud

could be an "8" or an "H."

TRIVETTE: Don't even bother.

The computer can see
way more than we can.

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

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 thing's in the middle.

You'll be able to pick
up all those numbers?

TRIVETTE: Yeah, well,
I'm pretty sure I can.

I've started out with worse.

Any luck?

Yeah, we're gettin' real close.

(phone rings)

Yes?

Walker.

Maisy says there's a caller
on three that you should hear.

Walker.

Yeah, I got it.

Who is this?

( beeps)

Got it.

I got it.

1L8 G043, right?

How'd you get that?

Maisy, contact DPS.

Have them send a unit out

to investigate the
old Miller warehouse.

Yeah.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(chatter over police radio)

WALKER: We have a
confirmation for north.

Have all units cover the I-35

and the old Interstate
heading toward Oklahoma.

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
got the highways covered.

I'm bettin' these boys are
gonna stick to the back roads.

I know them
places. Suit yourself.

All right, you got it.

( tense theme playing)

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

Forget north. Take
80 to Louisiana.

East. Too many
signs pointing north.

You got it.

( tense theme playing)

Right there, just
like you figured.

Okay, contact all units.

Let's do it.

Helicopter up there.

That sure enough looks
like a police chopper.

This is the Texas Rangers.

Pull your vehicles to
the side of the road.

WALKER (on megaphone):
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 Rangers.

Pull your vehicles to
the side of the road.

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

Pull your vehicles to
the side of the road.

Well, we sure as
hell ain't stoppin'.

They got a chopper, Garland.

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.

Pull your vehicles to
the side of the road.

We can't outrun any chopper.

You got any better ideas?

(engine humming)

(sirens wailing)

( action theme playing)

(tires screeching)

One way or another.

(tires screeching)

Better pray for no traffic

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

Hand me a shotgun.

They got a gun.

Oh, no.

(grunts)

(tires screeching)

Get out of there!

Come on! Out this way.

(TRIVETTE yelling indistinctly)

Get out! Move.

Up against it.

You boys almost
got away with it.

If it hadn't been
for that guy Virgil,

telling us which way you went...

Virgil's the one
behind all this.

What he's doing is taking
the money for himself.

Tilly, you have to shut up!
WALKER: Hey, come here.

(sirens wailing)

Trivette, read
them their rights.

My pleasure.

Gentlemen, welcome to the party.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in a court of law. Turn around.

You have a right
to an attorney...

( tense theme playing)

Find 'em?

Yep.

(chuckles)

This is some
kind of joke, right?

You see me smiling?

You mind telling me what
you think you might know?

Bill Cox was too good a lawman

to be in that pasture at
night all alone without backup.

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'd you find me?

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

(laughs)

You bugged my Jeep.

Come here, I wanna
show you something.

Look, there's a
million dollars here.

Now, you can have half of it.

Not interested, Virgil.

Well, hell, take all of it.

I'm still not interested.

Put your hands out.

You should have taken
the money, Walker.

Now I'm gonna have to kill you.

(grunts)

Come on, come on.

(grunting)

Get up. Get up.

Why, you little...

Easier said than done, Virgil.

(yelling)

( tense theme playing)

(grunting)

This one's for Bill.

(grunting)

(chatter)

(laughs)

Glad to.

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

No, not tonight, Cordell.

Let's just remember old Bill.

Well, we sure gave
him a sendoff, didn't we?

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

I think my mother
would call it sacrilegious.

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

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

C.D.: You know, I was
talking to folks tonight

and a lot of
people don't realize

that the branding iron
helped win the West.

It helped win America.

Yep, that branding
iron says, "This is mine,"

and America'a 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 to say, "No.

No, you ain't gonna do that."

Well, here's to old Billy.

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

Hear, hear.

And the women.

To the peacemakers,
men and women.

(chuckles) Hear, hear.

( western theme playing)
(Resync by Chuck)

( upbeat theme playing)

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