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( light rock action theme playing)

( Western theme playing)

(barks)

Good boy.

Lucky, come on.

(barks)

CLERK: That'll be it for you?

Yeah. That'll cover it. Thanks.

Come on, Lucky.

(whines)

(barks)

(whines)

( melancholy theme playing)

"To my dearest daughter Sarah,

"I hope your birthday is as special as you.

"Sorry I can't be there to share it with you.

"But between running the business

"and keeping up the house,

"it seems impossible to find... the time."

(Lucky whines)

Like you never tell a lie?

(whining)

Let us gather all this stuff up

and take it out there to the house.

Now, I made some loose assignments.

Alex, I'd kind of like for you to greet the homeless people

and make them feel good. You know what I mean.

Sure, C.D.

Beside that, you're the prettiest.

Cordell, will you take over the barbecue and chili pit?

Right.

Barbecue and chili pits.

What kind of Thanksgiving is that?

C.D.: A Texas kind.

There's nothing Baltimore-ish about it.

Father, you have done one hell of a job.

Every business between here and the border

contributed as much as they could.

Hey, getting these people back on their feet and working

is something everybody wanted to support.

(cell phone rings)

Father Blake.

Hey, Big Dog, what am I in charge of?

You're vice president in charge of small items.

Okay.

Small items? Dishes?

I see.

Anything wrong?

Oh, there have been some problems

with the property for the job-training center.

Problems?

Now, it's nothing I can't handle.

I'll get the homeless that job-training center.

Okay. If you need my help, let me know.

You can count on it.

He's right over here, Father.

I don't know what's wrong with him,

but he said he needed some help.

He mentioned your name,

so I figured maybe you and he was friends or something.

(chuckles)

He's right over here, Father. Right over here.

You, uh, you go on ahead.

Hey, are you all right?

I'm good.

Thanks for asking.

Wait a minute. What is this?

Ah, you should have backed off when you had the chance.

Ugh!

(barks)

(Lucky snarling)

(sighs)

Sorry, padre.

Business is business.

Hey, what are you guys doing?

(barks and snarls)

Get him off of me!

(Lucky whimpers)

Ow.

Let's get out of here.

(whimpering)

( light rock action theme playing)

♪ In the eyes of a Ranger ♪

♪ The unsuspecting stranger ♪

♪ Had better know the truth ♪

♪ Of wrong from right ♪

♪ 'Cause the eyes Of the Ranger ♪

♪ Are upon you ♪

♪ Any wrong you do He's gonna see ♪

♪ When you're in Texas Look behind you ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where The Ranger's gonna be ♪

OFFICER: Can you step back? Step back, please.

We have an injured person. Please.

Fractured his skull.

We got no witnesses, except somebody said

they saw two homeless men running from here.

Homeless?

That's what they said.

So how's the dog?

Uh, he's got a little cut on his head.

He'll be okay.

Okay.

(Lucky growling)

Hey, boy, did you do this?

What's up?

Well, this was torn off of somebody's shirt,

so maybe we have a witness here.

(whimpers)

There goes your witness.

Yeah.

(Lucky barks)

This where you live, boy?

(Lucky whines)

( acoustic theme playing)

"Sarah Coolidge.

143 Elm Street."

"J. Belmont."

Well, boy... if you saw what happened,

maybe your master did too.

Let's go find him.

Come on.

Hey, hey. Hey, get off the car.

No problem, Mr. Chadwick.

Thought you guys were supposed to be the best.

Look, I'm paying you a hell of a lot of money

to take care of this for me.

I do not appreciate the loose ends.

MAN: Look, we'll take care of that homeless man.

And if the priest comes to,

we'll take him out for good.

I do not want to have this discussion with you again.

You won't, Mr. Chadwick.

(engine starts)

(modem dialing)

(modem connecting)

Hey, that's my bagel.

WALKER: Thanks, doctor. Let me know if there's any change.

How's Father Blake?

Still unconscious.

Anything on the envelope?

Address. No city. No zip code.

A zillion Elm Streets, man.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

When we get the information back off the dog tags,

maybe we'll have a place to start.

Came in from Forensics.

No fingerprints on the 2-by-4.

At C.D.'s, Father Blake got a phone call. Remember that?

Mm-hm.

You think you can trace it?

It was a cellular. Yeah, I can get at it.

Yeah, he said something about having some problems

with the property for the homeless.

Why don't you see if you can find out

if anyone else was interested in that property.

Sure thing.

What are you gonna do?

Well, I'm gonna try to find J. Belmont.

Come on, boy.

(barks)

(growls)

MAN: Be still. I'm almost through now.

Put your hand there.

MAN 2: Ow.

Being stuck by you is worse than getting shot.

MAN 1: Well, thank you.

Almost finished?

Ah, quit whining.

There you go.

Better rest now,

you'll be out dancing in the street.

Yeah. Your family still in town?

Yeah, here on the other side of town.

Yeah? You see them?

I see them driving by, but sometime...

Mostly, they just keep on driving like I'm invisible.

(chuckles)

That's what I gotta be,

maybe a little invisible. Ooh!

Hey, hey, whoa.

Hold up there, huh?

Better get you some rest here.

Ah, I gotta go find Lucky.

He's gonna be scared.

Yeah. Sorry I can't get you nothin' for the pain.

Yeah, me too.

Thanks, Doc.

( suspenseful theme playing)

You think he'll come back here?

No, but I figured we need a place to start.

Looking through his shack ought to be one.

Good idea, except for one thing.

The shack ain't there no more.

Fine time for city beautification, huh?

Yeah.

( blues theme playing)

J. Belmont. Ever heard of him?

Have you seen this dog before?

Oh, wait. Oh, wait a minute.

You're that... You're that Texas Ranger fella.

I know you. You're, uh...

Walker. That's right. Walker, yeah.

I knew I knew you.

What's your name? Arty.

Nice to meet you, Arty.

Nice to meet you.

This is Ranger Walker.

He's a friend of Father Blake.

How's he doing?

He's holding his own.

Oh, he's a great man, that Father Blake.

Have they got the guys that done it yet?

Uh, not yet.

Arty, do you know a guy by the name of J. Belmont?

I think he owns this dog.

ARTY: J. Belmont... Gee, I'm sorry, Ranger.

I-I never heard of anyone named J. Belmont.

Oh, excuse me.

Lewis doesn't like to talk much.

(whispering indistinctly)

Lewis told me he doesn't know nothin'

about any J. Belmont.

But... But that dog,

he says that dog belongs to a fella

that calls himself Soldier.

Soldier? Yeah.

Uh, Lewis says he lives

right over near where Father Blake got hurt.

Hm. When's the last time Lewis saw him?

Uh... (whispering indistinctly)

He... He says he hasn't seen him in a couple of days.

But he told me something else.

What's that?

He told me that this fella, Soldier,

he's kind of an odd one.

He... He keeps pretty much to himself,

but he told me that he really loves that dog,

and they're inseparable.

And he said, if you ever see them and they're not together,

something bad must have happened to him.

Okay. Thanks, Arty, Lewis.

Oh, Ranger?

Yeah?

You know, I wasn't always like this.

I used to be somebody.

You still are, Arty.

( acoustic theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

SOLDIER: Lucky?

(whistles)

Lucky?

Lucky, here, boy.

Where's my home?

(sobbing)

He goes by the name of Soldier on the street,

but his real name is Jack Belmont.

Jack Belmont. (cell phone rings)

Yeah. Does that ring a bell?

No, I can't get a finger on it.

Trivette.

Yeah. He was with the 2nd Division in Korea,

back in '51 and '52.

Huh. That's when I was there.

That's my old outfit. Let me see that.

TRIVETTE: Yeah.

Hm.

Inchon, Panmunjom, Pusan.

Why, this could be my folder.

Except lookie here.

MacArthur gave him the Silver Star.

Why, this old boy's a bona fide hero.

Shame an old boy like that gets decorated by his country

and has to sleep on the street.

Yeah, it sure is.

Got the number on the guy that called Father Blake.

Chadwick. Clark Chadwick.

The contractor?

Real-estate developer.

You fellas know this guy?

Yeah, we've investigated this guy before.

Strong-arm stuff, but nothing ever stuck.

TRIVETTE: Had his eye on some property

that Father Blake was planning to use

for a job-training center.

I don't get this.

If Chadwick wanted the property, why doesn't he just buy it?

Father Blake couldn't have paid that much for it.

Father Blake didn't pay anything for it.

It was a gift. He's not going to sell it

to some big shot like Chadwick

because he wants a job-training center for the homeless.

Looks like Father Blake's heart

is just a little bit bigger than Chadwick's wallet.

Well, right now, we've got to find Jack Belmont.

MAN (on TV): Art, we need an answer.

ART: Um, Toledo, Clark.

CLARK: Toledo. Is that your final answer?

ART: Yes, Toledo.

CLARK: Let's see.

( audience groans)

No, go ahead.

We're looking for a homeless guy used to live around here.

Old guy, had a dog.

What you want him for?

Hey, no problem.

Ain't none of my business.

I'm okay with that.

Yeah.

Put word on the street, huh?

Whoever helps me find him gets five large.

You're laying out $5,000 to find this guy?

Whoo.

He's as good as got.

( suspenseful theme playing)

( machine gun firing)

( men shouting)

SOLDIER: We need help over here! Get a medic!

( men shouting)

Help! We need a medic over here!

(whimpers)

What is it, boy? Huh?

What's the matter?

(whimpering)

Go back to sleep.

Go on. Lay down.

(whimpers)

Soldier.

It's all right, man.

It's all right, Soldier.

Everything gonna be all right.

It's never gonna be all right.

Nightmares again?

Sometimes it helps to talk about these things.

I'm no psychologist,

but I'm a hell of a good listener.

Why don't you tell me what happened over there?

Okay, I'll tell you.

My platoon was on a routine patrol.

We got caught in a crossfire.

No place to run or hide.

Kids kept going down around me, screaming.

Then a grenade goes off.

I get up.

There's a buddy from high school laying on top of me

with eyes open.

So... when I get back,

they give me a chest full of medals,

which I never felt.

All I remember is screams.

Why me, Doc?

Why was I... left alive?

Who do I owe?

Can't no man answer that, Soldier.

Nobody but God.

(Lucky barking)

Well, boy, let's go find Soldier, huh?

( blues theme playing)

Hey.

That's the guy Weasel was talking about.

All we gotta do is bring him to Weasel,

and he'll give us each 50 bucks.

Hey! Hey, you! Come here!

Come here!

(whimpers)

(barks)

Come on, boy. (barking)

Come on.

Come on. (whines)

What is it?

(barks)

Lucky.

Are you Lucky?

(barks)

All right. Okay.

Well, Lucky,

let's go find Doc at St. Stephen's.

Come on. Come on, let's move it up here now.

A little closer. Keep coming. MAN: Move it, buddy.

MAN 2: You wanna eat, stay in line.

I don't know how long it's gonna take.

You'll get it.

MAN 2: Get in there. Let's go.

(Lucky barks)

Hey, what you doing with Lucky?

(Lucky whimpers)

Do you know Lucky's owner? That's Soldier's dog.

(Lucky barks) Here, boy.

Know where I can find Soldier?

Soldier in some kind of trouble?

No, no trouble. I just need to find him.

Can't help you, Ranger.

I'm sorry I can't help you, I wish I could.

I really do, but, Soldier, you know,

he put a way of keeping to himself

and I haven't seen him around in a couple of days.

(Lucky whimpers)

How about Doc? Oh, yeah, Doc's been around.

You might want to check inside. MAN: Let's go.

Okay, thanks a lot.

(Lucky barks)

Hey, that dog can't go in there.

This dog can.

(Lucky barking softly)

( soft piano theme playing)

(Lucky barks)

Why, hi there, Lucky.

How you doin'? Where's Soldier?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

You have any idea where I can find him?

Haven't seen him in a couple of days.

Have we, Tom? Mm-hm.

How about Doc? WOMAN: Anybody here seen Doc?

MAN 1: No. MAN 2: I haven't seen Doc.

Okay, thanks a lot.

Come on, Lucky, let's go.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Pick it up.

It isn't mine.

I didn't say that, I just said pick it up.

You pick it up.

What'd you say?

I said, you pick it up.

That's all right, I'll pick it up.

Get your hands off of me.

Stay, Lucky.

You like to slap people?

Let's see if I like it.

(Lucking barking)

Aah! Ugh.

Oh.

Who are these guys?

Ex-cons on work release.

Hear you been looking for Doc.

That's right, I am.

You found him.

Heard about what happened to Father Blake.

He a friend of yours?

Yeah, he is.

Word on the street is he's not gonna make it.

Well, he's got a pretty big fella in his corner.

You're right about that.

Father Blake, he helped these people out around here a lot.

Lord knows they can use all the help they can get.

My, my, my.

He's set up in here.

We call it the Taj Mahal.

(chuckles)

Hey, Soldier?

Hey, you old goat, come on out of there, boy.

Got somebody that wanna meet you.

Hey, Soldier?

Hey!

SOLDIER: Lucky, you're back.

( tender theme playing)

Hey, boy, are you okay?

(men shouting on TV)

(knocking on door)

Did you find him?

Not exactly.

But I found somebody who can.

(chuckles)

Where exactly can we find this Doc?

Well, uh... Ahem.

I hate to mention it, but, uh,

there is a question of, uh, you know, money.

(both chuckle)

Don't you worry about the money.

Now, you give us the info, and you'll get paid.

Uh... Well, he's, uh... Ahem.

He's got himself a place next to the dumpster

near the hospital.

Good, good. Pay the man.

( ominous theme playing)

(grunts)

Ugh.

(crickets chirping)

SOLDIER: Hey, C.D., we want to thank you

for letting us use your spare room.

Well, if a veteran can't do it for a veteran...

(laughing): Hey, look at you two.

( soft acoustic theme playing)

( mysterious theme playing)

(knocks)

DOC: Who... Who is it? We're looking for Doc.

What you want? It's my friend,

he's hurting bad.

DOC: What's the matter with him?

He's just got a bad pain. Where?

Here!

Why would they beat up on a man like Father Blake,

a decent fellow?

Yeah, I know what you mean.

You think you can ID those guys?

Sure I can.

I might be a little batty, but I still got 20-20.

You think they're still around?

I don't know. If they are, Cordell will find them.

But he may need your testimony to put 'em away.

Well, you can count on me.

I don't like people pushing other people around.

(Lucky barks)

Oh, my goodness.

Like, somebody needs to go for a walk.

No, I'm okay.

Oh, you mean him. Yeah.

C.D.: Come on, now.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Oh, boy.

(coughs)

You got any children?

Yeah, I got a daughter.

Stay in touch with her?

No.

She deserves a lot better than I can give.

Well, maybe she could help.

Listen, C.D.

I appreciate your concern, I really do.

I just don't want her worrying over me.

I figure I owe her that much, at least.

Maybe you just owe her the truth.

The truth?

I could've sent her a birthday card saying:

"Dear Sarah, I hope you have a good day.

"I'm having a great week fishing cans out of the garbage

to feed the dog and me."

Look, C.D., in this world,

sometimes, uh, the truth ain't hardly a kindness.

Where is he? I told you.

I ain't telling you diddlysquat.

Oh, no, no, no, Doc.

You'll tell us.

And you'll tell us everything.

It's all the way you combine the potatoes and meat.

(chuckles) Did you get plenty?

Oh, sure. Good, good.

TRIVETTE: Big Dog?

Yeah. Now, come on in, Jimmy.

( suspenseful theme playing)

What's wrong?

Soldier.

I got some bad news.

They found Doc this morning.

Beaten to death.

Good Lord.

I want all of this done by tomorrow.

We're behind schedule.

You got that? Yes, sir.

Good.

Oh, great.

Ranger Walker, it's been a while.

Not long enough, Chadwick.

What do you want, Walker?

Well, your hit men made a mistake.

They left a witness, and I've got him.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You will when I catch 'em.

And believe me, I will.

Then I'm coming after you.

You know, Walker, one of these days

you're gonna end up in a situation

where that badge isn't gonna protect you.

You're all wrong about that, Chadwick.

The only thing protecting you is this badge.

You get off of my property.

Aah!

MAN: Hey! Hey!

Get him!

Ugh! MAN: Yeah, come on.

Aah! Ugh.

Oh-ho!

Ugh.

Aah!

Ugh!

Get him.

You get him.

Wimp.

(cell phone ringing)

Trivette.

WALKER: Trivette, I think I just pushed Chadwick's button.

Bring Soldier down.

( tense theme playing)

Is that them?

I think so.

Gotta get closer.

WALKER: Okay, let's get closer.

Stay, Lucky.

WALKER: Hold up, you two.

Turn around.

Soldier?

Yeah, they're the guys.

You are a dead man.

I've been dead a long time, son.

Come on.

ALEX: Feds have been after these guys for years,

but every time they've managed to get something on 'em,

the witnesses have disappeared.

Thanks to you, these fellas are right where they belong.

See? Once a hero, always a hero.

Where's Walker? He should've been here by now.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Um, he's... He's attending to something.

Some business.

(whimpering)

(whines)

( men shouting)

Oh.

C.D. ain't right, because I ain't no hero.

(crying)

I left them men laying out there on the field.

Much better, and they're all dead.

And it happens every place I go.

And I don't want it no more, Lucky.

I don't want it no more, okay?

C.D. will take care of you.

You watch over him like you do me, okay?

(whining)

( suspenseful theme playing)

( acoustic theme playing)

Do you have any idea why Soldier took off?

Yep, it was my fault. All the damn war talk.

No, come on, you opened your home to him.

You did all you could, Big Dog.

We've gotta find him, otherwise these guys are gonna be gone.

No, I'm not so sure.

They know that Soldier can identify him.

As long as he's alive, he can testify against them.

That's it. They'll go after him.

Jimmy, you'd better find this guy now.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Trivette.

He did?

All right, I'm right on it.

Got a line on where Soldier is.

Come on. (Lucky barks)

( soft piano theme playing)

(men talking indistinctly)

Hey, Soldier.

All right, Lucky.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, boy.

Let's go find Soldier.

(men talking indistinctly)

You seen Soldier? Up them stairs.

( tense theme playing)

Soldier?

(Lucky barking)

Get him out of here.

Go, boy, get outta here.

(whimpering)

Go!

Don't come any closer, Trivette.

Come on, now, you don't wanna do that.

All I got.

It's a nightmare.

TRIVETTE: Yeah, you just need a little help now, don't you?

(crying)

It's too late for that.

Now give me some dignity.

Turn your back. TRIVETTE: Hold on, Soldier.

Look, I got somebody coming that wants to see you.

SOLDIER: Please, man. There's no one I wanna see.

Not even me, Daddy?

I've imagined this moment a thousand times.

It's really you.

I found you.

Daddy, look at me.

Let it be, Sarah.

Please, honey, I can't take no more.

I've been looking for you all my life.

If you think I could let it be, I can't.

Daddy.

Daddy, remember when I was a little girl

and you used to hold me on your shoulder?

And I'd be so proud, and...

You said you would always be there.

That you would never leave me.

I remember too much, baby.

My friends keep dying over and over.

It wasn't your time.

You were needed at home.

In the Bible, Isaiah says:

The living, the living.

He thanks thee, as I do this day.

There's nothing left, baby.

You've got your love, Daddy.

That's all I need.

Please, Daddy, come home.

I can't, Sarah.

I really can't.

Does this mean Ashley will never know her grandfather?

Whoa, oh.

( tender theme playing)

Phew.

Looks like your ma.

(crying)

I love you, Daddy.

Thanks, dude.

(crowd chattering)

MAN: Happy Thanksgiving, now.

Yeah, looks like this is gonna work.

You bet.

(laughs)

Get you some more of them ribs. All right.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Ron, how you doing?

Come on, Eddie, eat 'em up, baby. Eat 'em up.

Come on, Danny, you can do better than that.

I don't want nothing left here. Eat 'em up.

Well, padre, it looks like this is gonna be a reality for you.

Thanks to Soldier, and all you folks.

(applause)

MAN: Yeah.

The hit men gave up Chadwick.

He's already been taken into custody.

All right, something else to be thankful for.

(car horn honking)

( soft acoustic theme playing)

WOMAN: Oh, Soldier.

Hey, everybody.

Look, we couldn't leave without saying goodbye.

We've decided to take him back to Pennsylvania with us.

He's agreed.

WALKER: Ah, terrific.

Thank you for bringing him back home to us.

Well, it's God's will, Sarah.

Well, I'll thank him in my prayers,

but you get a kiss.

Thanks.

Thank you, Walker.

Okay, everybody, take it easy. MAN: All right.

C.D.: Hey, Jack, you're not about to leave.

We've got to feed you some of this Texas barbecue.

Jimmy, cut up some of this brisket for him, will you?

Yeah, come on, let's go eat.

Let's eat.

There you go, you're welcome.

Right.

One for you two.

One for you, and one for you.

One for me.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving.

MAN: Hey, happy Thanksgiving, y'all.

Say, aren't we missing someone?

Hm?

(whistles)

(barks)

Hey.

(all laughing)

(growls)

(growls)

( upbeat theme playing)

( light rock action theme playing)

♪ 'Cause the eyes Of the Ranger ♪

♪ Are upon you ♪

♪ Any wrong you do He's gonna see ♪

♪ When you're in Texas Look behind you ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where The Ranger's gonna be ♪