Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

( solemn theme playing)

You should eat something, Dr. Shannon.

(sighs)

I know this is a Neolithic campsite.

Everything indicates it.

Even the Indians here on the reservation believe it...

but nothing.

(scoffs)

Not a tool or an ornament,

not even an animal bone.

(sighs)

You know...

you could be wrong about this site.

Maybe you should try somewhere else.

You were hired to handle construction

and excavation, Mandell, not as my adviser.

(engines revving) (gunfire)

(whooping and shouting)

MAN: Go!

Come on.

(grunts)

(grunting)

(moaning)

( somber theme playing)

GEORGE: Hey, Washoe, how are you doin'?

Good, George. Good to see ya.

(chuckles)

Been a long time, Washoe.

Yeah.

So Sam told you about what happened, right?

WALKER: Yeah, he did.

What have you come up with out here, George?

Nothin' much. Got conflicting stories.

Some people say they saw, like, jeeps, pickup trucks,

maybe two, 12.

SAM: It happened fast, Washoe.

Nobody saw much.

They were all running for their lives.

The only thing everyone agrees on

is the guys who did it were all wearing war paint.

Any idea who could have done this?

Tell you right now, it wasn't anybody from the res.

SAM: Black Fox is right.

We know these people and we know 'em all.

Everyone's been real supportive of this dig.

Yeah, very supportive.

Especially, uh, Sam. He's been very supportive.

(clears throat)

"Very," meaning what?

GEORGE: Meaning, uh, Dr. Nora Shannon...

She's the archeologist in charge of the dig.

Remember the time when Sam fell in love with Sara Bright Path?

Remember that?

Yeah. Sure do.

Yeah, well, this thing he's got for the doc is, uh, much worse.

Much worse than that.

Black Fox, you talk too much.

(chuckles)

Hey, I'm just talkin' the truth.

Well, Sam, do you mind if I talk to Dr. Shannon

about what happened down here?

Not at all. In fact, I've been wanting you to meet her.

(sighs)

Nora.

Hi, Sam.

Well, Cordell Walker, I presume.

Dr. Shannon.

Sam's told me all about you.

Eighty percent of which I couldn't believe,

it was so fantastic.

The remainder was simply incredible.

Well, Sam has a tendency to exaggerate.

(chuckles)

Uh, let's break for dinner.

Join us? Sure.

DR. SHANNON: Most evidence we have

for the prehistoric hunting people I'm looking for

has been uncovered much farther north,

but I believe they were indigenous to this area

before moving east and becoming, well,

the Cherokee, Creek, Chippewa...

The great southeastern tribes.

You seem to know a lot

about Native American history, Dr. Shannon.

(laughs)

It's my passion.

But you're here to, uh, help investigate this incident,

not listen to me run on about anthropology.

MANDELL: What's to investigate?

I mean, you got a half-dozen reservation Indians

who got all liquored up

and decided to pay us white-eyes back

for all their problems.

That's all.

( tense theme playing)

What do you think, Dr. Shannon?

I think they were men with paint on their faces.

That's all I'm certain about,

Despite Mr. Mandell's beliefs.

And one other thing.

What's that? Whoever they are,

they're not scaring me off.

( 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 ♪

( somber theme playing)

WALKER: Jack Mandell.

Check first Oklahoma and Texas,

then run him through the national files.

Any concrete reason why we're aiming at Mr. Mandell,

or is this strictly in the Cherokee hunch department?

Just a hunch.

All right. I've been wrong too many times

to make cracks about your Cherokee intuition,

so I'll run him down.

If he's a bad boy, I'll find out.

Okay, great.

Keep your powder dry.

You bet.

(wind blowing, owl hoots)

( chanting, drums beating)

GREAT SPIRIT: Coyote,

is this the woman you choose for your wife?

Great Spirit, it is.

Woman, is this the man

you choose for your husband?

Great Spirit, it is.

You don't seem to be too happy

about their relationship.

Well, the doc, she's all right.

It's just that... Well, you know Sam.

You know how he is. He's fallen real hard.

Gosh, I'd sure hate to see our buddy get hurt, that's all.

Yeah, I'd hate to see that too.

(vehicle approaching)

Congratulate me, guys. I did it.

Did what?

I asked Nora to marry me.

What?

What did she say?

Nothing. I mean...

I kind of just sprung it on her.

I didn't want her to rush into a decision,

so I told her to sleep on it.

She's gonna give me the answer in the mornin',

but I just know, it's gonna be yes.

(chuckles)

(clears throat)

No.

No?

Do you need more time to think about it?

No.

And neither do you.

Come on.

Let's forget it, carry on the way we have.

Forget that I wanna spend

the rest of my life with you?

Well, tell me how, and I'll give it a try.

Nora.

We need to talk about this.

Sam, we had fun. Please don't ruin it now.

Ruin it?

I don't understand.

Then I'll make it crystal clear.

My career will not take the stress of a marriage,

not to you, not to anybody.

Once I leave here, I leave everything behind.

(snickering)

Come on, Sam. Let's talk.

WALKER: How bad is it, Sam?

As bad as it gets.

I have never, ever felt this way before.

I'm not naive.

She said that she was in love with me.

She did.

I'm sure she did.

The first day I saw her, I knew.

She came to the tribal council,

asked for permission to dig.

She was so beautiful.

I didn't think she would ever look at me twice.

Well, she did, and I knew.

I knew right then and there that she was the one,

the only one.

(sighs)

But I should have known better, right?

I mean, how could I have been so stupid?

You're not stupid, Sam.

Love is never stupid.

But sometimes... it's just not meant to be.

Maybe if I just went and saw her one more time.

Maybe if we just talked one more time.

I don't think that's a good idea.

But if she only knew how I felt...

Why don't you just listen to Washoe, Sam?

Sam, there's nothing worse

than a broken heart,

and only time helps ease the pain.

Believe me, I know.

But I don't know, Washoe,

and I don't wanna lose her.

(sighs)

So?

What can we do, Washoe?

Not much we can do, George,

except be there when he needs us.

( uneasy theme playing)

MANDELL: I've had enough time to study

the core samples and the geological surveys.

The tribe has no idea

we found enough oil on the reservation

to drown the entire Southwest.

Yeah?

That's all well and good, Mandell,

but what about this Dr. Shannon?

Long as she's there, we can't touch a thing.

And so far, your efforts to get her to quit

haven't been very successful, have they?

She's a tough woman to scare, Mr. Corman.

Well, what are you gonna do, Mandell?

Don't worry about it.

I'll think of somethin'.

GEORGE: How are you doing, Sam?

You get any sleep last night?

Too much going on in my head, and heart.

So where's Walker?

He's having breakfast with Judge Fivekills.

Breakfast, now, you know what, Sam?

That sounds like a dang good idea.

What do you say we mosey on over to Kate Broke Shoulder's

and pile on a stack of hotcakes?

What do you say, huh?

Well, good mornin', Officer Coyote, sir.

(laughs)

She didn't even look at me.

GEORGE: Forget about it, Sam. Just let it fall.

I know all the reasons why I should,

but I can't.

( ominous theme playing)

Hello, Nora.

You're going to insist on making a scene, aren't you?

No, I don't want a scene.

I just wanna talk to you.

Everything was said yesterday.

Can't we at least try to be friendly with each other?

I mean, why do we have to be enemies?

Because, Sam...

it's all you understand.

(men snickering)

( tense theme playing)

Well, Crazy Horse just don't quite get the message, I guess.

Stay out of this, Garson.

Yeah, Garson.

There's some Injuns who just don't know their place.

GARSON: Ain't that the truth, Webb?

We know our place with the lady, boy.

It's 'cause you had a little taste, right?

Now you want the whole package.

(laughs)

( rock action theme playing)

(grunting)

Hey, that's enough. That's enough.

That's enough.

Ah.

So that's how it's gonna be, huh?

(grunting)

What's going on here?

You're insane.

You're really insane.

GARSON: That's right, Crazy Horse.

It's clear the lady don't want no part of your kind.

All right, that's enough... Officer Coyote.

Now, gentlemen, Dr. Shannon,

I suggest we all retire

to the tribal council chamber

and have ourselves a little talk.

Well, after hearing both sides

tell their stories,

and from what I observed personally,

this is my ruling:

You boys will donate $20 each to the orphan fund

for disturbing the peace.

And Sam, you'll donate $50

for throwing the first punch,

although I can understand the provocation.

Now, George, there'll be no fine for you

since you tried to stop it and then acted in self-defense.

Now, Dr. Shannon,

if there is any more trouble from any of your employees,

I'll be forced to withdraw your license to dig

on reservation land.

There will be no more trouble, Judge Fivekills,

if you can restrain Officer Coyote from

forcing his attentions on me.

Forcing my attentions? Your Honor...

If Officer Coyote knows what's good for him,

he will stay clear, ma'am.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now, you listen good, Coyote.

If you lose your head again over this woman,

you lose your job with it.

(door closes)

Now,

what's going on with this investigation

about that raid on the dig?

Any leads?

No, none yet.

Seems like an isolated incident.

Well, let's hope so.

The sauce is perfection itself.

Mmm. The clams have opened up, I'm about to slide in the pasta.

Hope you and Sam are hungry.

Well, I'm starving.

Good.

Ahem, you know, Washoe,

I'm thinking about starting up my own, uh, TV cooking show.

Really? Yeah.

I'm gonna call it "Black Fox, the Cherokee Gourmet."

(laughs)

Yeah. Well, naturally, I'll have, like,

a live studio audience to applaud

after I finish up a lovely dish,

and then I present it with "Hoka hey."

Well, George, I don't think saying,

"It's a good day to die" is a great idea

when you're serving food.

I see what you mean.

( uneasy theme playing)

Hey, Sam.

Hey, Coyote, where do you think you're going?

I'm about to serve the linguini and clams.

I'm not very hungry.

I'm gonna drive out to Bitter Water,

and have a talk with White Eagle.

That's a good idea, Sam.

You think White Eagle can help him?

Well, it sure won't hurt anything.

No "hoka hey"?

No "hoka hey."

( uneasy theme playing)

What...? What are you doing here?

(muffled screaming)

(muffled moans)

(moans)

( somber theme playing)

The murder weapon?

Yeah. Multiple stab wounds.

Yeah, we both know who killed her, don't we?

Nobody asked you, Mandell.

Does he have an alibi?

Yeah, he says he and his buddies

were playing poker last night.

I don't like this, Washoe.

This looks like the knife Sam keeps in the jeep.

WALKER: He didn't come home last night.

Well, maybe he's out there with White Eagle.

Let's go see if he's come back yet.

All right.

Hey, fellas. What's up?

When did you get back?

Oh, a few minutes ago.

Did you see White Eagle?

No. He wasn't there,

but I stayed out there all night anyway,

under the stars.

Saw it all for what it was.

Had a chat with the Great Spirit,

and everything's gonna be...

( somber theme playing)

(sighs)

Somethin' wrong?

Where's your knife, Sam?

I don't know.

I guess I lost it out in the boonies.

This your knife, Sam?

SAM: That's mine, but what's the blood all about?

WALKER: Sam...

Nora was killed last night.

Um, with my knife?

Yeah.

Oh, God.

Nora...

I didn't do it. I, uh...

I just couldn't do that.

We don't think you killed her, Sam.

No, we don't.

But we got to find out who did.

GARSON: Sam Coyote, sir.

He's your man.

These boys will tell you,

he was all bent out of shape

at the lady for dumpin' him.

Hell, he sucker punched me when I was just trying

to cool him down. Yeah, that's right.

Sam Coyote.

He's crazy about her,

and she dumped him, and we all saw it.

Run this guy down.

He's the only one with any reason to kill Dr. Shannon.

Sam Coyote, reservation cop.

All right, Mr. Mandell, you've made your case.

Just trying to help.

We'll check it out.

( ominous theme playing)

(car starts)

(dialing)

Yeah, Mr. Corman?

Mandell.

Yeah, right. That's why I'm calling.

Everything's on track.

Yeah, I'd, uh...

I'd contact the tribe about those leases right away.

Okay.

We got a problem, don't we?

Yeah, we do.

Sam has motive and opportunity, but...

No alibi.

Exactly.

We may believe him, but...

I doubt if a jury will.

Especially a white jury.

No offense, Washoe, but Dr. Shannon

was a bigtime white woman, and, well,

Sam's a low-rent Cherokee cop.

Who are they gonna believe, right?

That's why you're gonna have to arrest Sam.

What are you talking about?

Well, only the reservation police

and the FBI can make an arrest on the reservation.

And if the FBI arrests him?

They're gonna take him off the reservation for trial.

(sighs): Oh, man.

(vehicle approaching)

( ominous theme playing)

Well, there they are.

Sam Coyote, you have the right to remain silent.

Hey... If you give up that right,

anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law. You have the right for an attorney.

If you can't afford one,

one will be appointed to you by the court.

Do you understand, Sam?

Of course I do, but why?

Good. Come on down here,

'cause you're under arrest,

for the murder of Nora Shannon.

Sam's already been arrested.

(sighs)

The hard way, huh, Ranger?

He didn't kill Dr. Shannon.

Well, you'll have about 72 hours to prove it.

By then I'll be able to get a court order

remanding Mr. Coyote here to FBI custody.

( tense theme playing)

Gentlemen.

(drumming)

(coyote howls)

(chanting, drums beating)

GREAT SPIRIT: Coyote,

is this the woman you choose for your wife?

Great Spirit, it is.

Woman, is this the man

you choose for your husband?

Great Spirit, it is.

Then be joined as man and wife.

It is not for human beings to be alone.

Replenish the earth with your love, my children.

Aho.

(growling)

(cracking sound)

(shrieks)

(gasping)

You okay, Sam?

No, Washoe.

I'm not okay.

I, uh... I don't understand it.

Why would they wanna kill her? Why?

I don't know.

Washoe,

I just can't stay inside here and do nothing

while this killer is out there still.

I am a cop.

I'm sorry, Sam.

Um...

(Sam sighs)

Washoe, go and get him.

Go get the guy that killed Nora.

(sighs)

(groans)

( somber theme playing)

MANDELL: Well, what's to investigate?

I mean, you got a half-dozen reservation Indians

who got all liquored up

and decided to pay us white-eyes back

for all their problems.

Yeah, we both know who killed her, don't we?

Dispatcher, this is Walker.

Patch me in to Ranger Headquarters.

I don't have it all yet, Walker.

WALKER: What have you got?

All right, Jack Mandell...

Owns a business in Seaton, Texas.

It's a small town just this side of the Oklahoma border.

He also owns a police record.

He's got assault, extortion,

second-degree murder...

released, lack of evidence.

What kind of business?

Mandell drilling and mining equipment.

Is that important?

Well, it could be.

Trivette, I want you to run a check on applications

for oil or mineral leases on the reservation

in the last 48 hours.

And where will you be?

Seaton, Texas.

All right.

I'll get that information to you as fast as I can dig it up.

Then we'll talk about backup.

You got it.

The federal government created reservations,

the Bureau of Indian Affairs,

and judges like myself to administer the law here.

But when it comes to a high-profile case

like this one,

the FBI come charging onto the reservation,

want to take control.

Look, judge, I understand your anger and frustration...

You don't understand a damn thing, son.

(bangs gavel)

The prisoner Samuel Coyote is hereby remanded

to the custody of this court

and bound over for trial

before a jury of his peers.

I'm sorry, judge,

but when it comes to legal hardball,

I'm afraid I carry the bigger stick.

( ominous theme playing)

(door closes)

He's right, you know.

This is only a delaying action.

He'll be back with a federal writ

by tomorrow afternoon.

Then it's all up to Washoe now.

DISPATCHER (over radio): HQ to Walker.

We have a patch-in to you from Ranger Trivette.

Patch him through.

TRIVETTE (on radio): Hey, partner.

What'd you find out?

Plenty. We've got a bigtime outfit

called Silver Ridge Oil and Mineral.

They just purchased a lease to search for oil on the land

where Nora Shannon's archeological site was located.

Quite a coincidence.

Yes, it is.

Got something else for you.

I checked out Jack Mandell's accounts

with the State Tax Board.

He's been on the payroll of Silver Ridge Oil

two times in the past three years.

Who's the head of Silver Ridge Oil?

Guy named Dick Corman.

Checked him out already too.

Nothing criminal, but he's he's had his share

of unfair business practice charges.

Anything else?

Yeah. I'm on my way to Seaton, Texas,

to back you up.

Not yet, Trivette. I need you to keep digging.

How deep?

Well, if you can find the paper trail

that links Corman and Mandell

to conspiracy and murder, that would help.

Oh, is that all?

Well, if anyone can do it, you can.

Okay, well... Well, if you'll excuse me,

I have to get back to digging.

Please, stay in touch.

Okay.

( suspenseful theme playing)

What's he want here?

Maybe he found something out.

Yeah? He'll wish he hadn't.

You do nothing unless I say so.

You got that?

Well, fancy seeing you here, Walker.

We need to talk, Mandell, alone.

I got no secrets from them.

What you wanna talk about?

How about your connection to Silver Ridge Oil?

I do a lot of consultin'.

Did you consult them to take out a lease on reservation land

exactly where Dr. Shannon was killed?

MANDELL: You're gonna have to prove that, Walker.

I'm gonna prove it, Mandell,

and I'm gonna prove that you're the one that killed Dr. Shannon,

and I'm gonna prove that Dick Corman is involved,

and when I start squeezing him,

he's gonna give you up faster than you can say "plea bargain."

Good argument.

You just talked yourself into dyin'. Take him out.

( rock theme playing)

(grunting)

MAN: Get in there.

Take him out.

Oh!

Yeah. (laughs)

That a way. That's it.

What now?

Well, we take him on a little trip to the Badlands.

MAN: All right. Get him out of here.

TRIVETTE (over radio): Walker, this is Trivette. Walker, come in.

You there, Walker? Come in.

What are we supposed to do about that?

Nothin'. Just remember what I told you.

Take him way out on 152 East

and make it look like an accident.

You got it, Mandell.

(starts engine)

Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.

( tense theme playing)

Hey, Officer Black Fox,

this is Trivette, Walker's partner.

Have you heard anything from him in the past few hours?

No, Ranger Trivette.

Walker hasn't called here. Is there a problem?

I've been trying to contact him.

Last time we touched base, he said he was heading

to Seaton, Texas, to check on Jack Mandell.

I'm headin' there right now.

I don't like the sound of this.

It's not like Walker to leave his partner hangin'.

I'll tell you what, I'll go and drive down to Seaton myself.

I'll meet you there.

All right. I appreciate it.

(sighs)

Coyote and Fox.

No.

Coyote and Fox. When we were kids,

all the way till now.

Coyote and Fox always did it together.

Not this time, Sam, okay? I can't.

So don't even ask me.

Coyote and Fox, George, and one other:

Washoe, Cordell Walker.

He could be in trouble, and you wanna leave me behind?

Sorry, boys.

As much as I'd like to,

I can't be privy to what's gonna happen here

because I'm an officer of the court.

The Great Spirit go with you.

Thank you.

Cover your back... both of them.

Thank you.

( rock theme playing)

CHARLIE: where's he goin'?

Charlie, come on. Let's go.

(tires squeal)

(grunting)

(both grunting)

I wonder what's keeping 'em.

They should have been here a half-hour ago.

Well, you told 'em to take him way out.

(tires squealing)

It's Walker. Get the guys.

All right, split up. All right, move.

(indistinct shouting)

(grunts)

Find him and kill him.

MAN: Keep looking.

Hey!

Ah!

So who are these guys?

Don't know, FBI.

Yeah, but they're shootin' at us.

So we're shooting back.

GARSON: There he is.

Ah!

What's goin' on?

Well, Trivette, we're just in the middle

of a little gun battle, that's all.

Where's Walker?

Haven't seen him.

Agh!

COOPERSMITH: Put your hands up and drop your guns.

WALKER: Mandell, stop.

(tires squeal)

(coughing)

Here's your killer.

All right, let's go.

Am I glad to see you guys.

You okay, Washoe?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, I was calling you all the way out here.

Why didn't you answer your radio?

Well, I was just a little bit tied up, Trivette.

I'm tired of being stuck back there with the computer

while you're having all the fun, man.

Does it look like I was having fun?

Hm?

Cat got your tongue?

Hm?

Sorry.

Thank you.

Well, Washoe,

thanks to you, we got Sam back on the job,

and there's a very good possibility

we'll have an oil strike on the reservation.

I hope so, judge.

That money would be a good thing,

especially for the kids.

George, good seeing you again.

Thanks for your help, Washoe.

WALKER: Sam... Washoe.

You gonna be okay?

Yeah. Like you always say,

time heals everything, brother.

Yeah, it does.

Thanks.

TRIVETTE: See you next time.

Okay, bye. Take care.

WOMAN: Thank you.

MAN: Thanks for all your help.

WOMAN: Anytime you want to, come back.

See you, Washoe.

CROWD: Bye.

TRIVETTE: Paper trail expertise.

That's what I'm cursed with.

"Nobody as good as you

at following a paper trail, Trivette."

Isn't that what you said?

Yep. You're the best.

Well, I'm tired of it.

Man.

You know what we need

is a division of labor.

A division of labor?

Yes, a division of labor.

Okay, okay.

Would it make you happy if I took a computer class?

You...? You...? You really would?

No.

You just said you would.

No, I said, "Would it make you happy?"

That's not fair.

Well, no one said life was fair, Trivette.

( 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 ♪