Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

( tribal theme playing)

MAN: Father of the world,

hear my prayer to keep safe

the sacred things of Mother Earth:

the wind that breathes life into all living creatures,

the water that flows from your heart

and is drunk by brother wolf and sister tree.

Father of the world, protect our children

from the evil that others have brought into our land

and bless each spirit,

so that it may soar like an eagle.

SAM: I'm sure glad you could make it up, Washoe.

We got a real big problem here.

You said on the phone

it had something to do with the river.

Yeah. There's something wrong with the water.

A number of kids on the reservation

have gotten real sick.

One little girl, Pam Three Birds...

she died.

Any idea what caused it?

Well, it's been going on for about six months.

Ever since the new owners took over

the old factory up the river.

Have you contacted the Environmental Protection Agency?

Yeah. three months ago.

They're supposed to get here in a couple days,

run some tests.

I sure hope they get to the bottom of it,

'cause I got a feeling we're sitting on a powder keg.

Do you remember Frank and Billy Iron Hand?

Yeah, I do. Nice boys.

They still are, but lately,

they've kind of become ringleaders,

organizing some of the younger guys on the res.

You know.

Protesting to try to shut down the factory,

and that kind of stuff.

In fact, they're down at the factory right now.

I need you to talk to them.

PROTESTERS (chanting): Clean it up now. Clean it up now.

Clean it up now. Clean it up now.

Clean it up now. Clean it up now.

(horn honks)

Clean it up now. Clean it up now.

Clean it up now.

(honking)

Clean it up now. Clean it up now.

Clean it up now. Clean it up now.

(honks)

Clean it up now. Clean it up now.

(honks)

Clean it up now.

(people yelling indistinctly)

(whooping)

(honking)

( tense theme playing)

Clean it up now. Clean it up now.

(people yelling indistinctly)

(grunting)

(tires screech)

That's it. Break it up.

SAM: That's it. That's enough.

That's it.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

A Texas Ranger and a reservation cop, huh?

Well, this ain't Texas,

and this sure as heck ain't no reservation.

You don't got no jurisdiction here.

So why don't you boys just turn around

and get on out of here,

before we include you in the festivities?

Who are you?

Deke Powell, head of security here at the factory.

I'll tell you what, Powell.

Back your men off, and we'll back our people off.

(chuckles)

I can do that.

This time.

( tribal theme playing)

All right, guys, cool it.

Okay, everyone back to the reservation.

Frank, Billy, come on, go home.

All right, Sam. We'll go.

But this isn't over.

(scoffs)

Bring that truck on in here.

This is the powder keg I was talking about.

(truck door closes)

(truck engine starts)

( 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 ♪

( slow, tense theme playing)

FRANK: Our river is dying.

Anyone with two eyes can see that.

We have one child dead and five sick.

We have thugs beating us like animals,

and a factory owner acting like a tyrant.

I say it's time to fight fire with fire.

WOMAN: Yeah.

SAM: Like you did at Dansfield's factory,

getting yourself pounded on?

What we're doing is right,

and you all know it.

Morally, maybe. But legally, it's another story.

Sam's right, Frank.

When you stopped that truck,

you gave Dansfield the excuse he needed.

Yeah, and it's because of the system.

There's no room in it for people like us.

But the system's all we've got, Billy.

It may get bent...

but in the end, it won't let us down.

So, what are we supposed to do?

Just sit here and do nothing

while our children are being poisoned?

The Environmental Protection Agency's coming tomorrow.

Let's see what they have to say.

Okay, Washoe.

We'll give them a chance.

But if they don't get to the bottom of this...

we will.

( tense theme playing)

(people murmuring)

(chattering)

Morning, Judge Fivekills.

Mr. Dansfield.

So how goes the testing?

Have you found the poison

that you say comes from my factory

in your precious river?

We haven't finished yet, Mr. Dansfield.

Maybe I can save you some time.

(clears throat) Here you go.

(speaks indistinctly)

Gentlemen... to your health.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(clicking)

Ahh.

I'm sorry, judge. We tested the water.

There's nothing toxic here.

( ominous theme playing)

(people chattering)

BOY: Hey. Over here. WOMAN: Up here. Come on.

BOY: Throw it to me.

All right. Good catch.

BOY: Yeah, throw it here.

(all chattering)

BOY: I wanted it.

ALL: Aww... ( suspenseful theme playing)

Oh.

(gasps)

SAM: The problem is, we can't determine

how the river gets polluted,

but I believe it's tied to Dansfield.

Now, he... Hey!

Tommy Crow Feather, get out of that water now.

(men chattering)

(splashing)

Ugh. No, Officer Coyote. You're gonna drown me.

Yeah, well, if one of your uncles

would've caught you in that river,

he would've done a lot worse.

Now, kids... you know how many people

have gotten sick lately, right?

Mm-hm. Yes.

SAM: So no swimming in that river. All right?

No nothing. Not until we get it all cleaned up...

( ominous theme playing)

BOY: Come on, let's go.

Looks like Frank and Billy are right, Sam.

(beeping)

Oh, Billy.

And Frank. I'm so glad you're here.

How bad is he, sis?

Tommy's really sick.

His temperature's up, and his glands are swollen.

It's just like Pam Three Birds.

Oh, it's okay.

Let's get him to the clinic. Yeah.

(telephone rings)

Coyote.

( tribal theme playing)

We'll be there in 10 minutes.

(sighs) It's Tommy Crow Feather.

The boy who fell in the river.

He's very sick.

He's in the clinic.

TOMMY: Boy, I wish I didn't feel so lousy.

You're gonna feel a lot better, buddy. Really.

Believe me.

I... I do, but... it's... It's so hard...

Hard to breathe. uh...

What's the matter, honey?

What's the matter?

(groaning)

It's bad. What is it?

Mom. Mom.

Tommy.

Tommy!

(sobbing)

(crow cawing)

( dramatic theme playing)

Oh, Tommy.

(drums beating, tribal chanting)

(speaks in Cherokee)

(whooping, yelling)

FIVEKILLS: The EPA inspectors checked everything,

and all the results are negative.

Nothing toxic coming from those emission pipes.

I don't care what the results of the test were.

I know the results of Dansfield's

poisoning of the pipes:

my dead nephew.

What kind of men are we

if we don't do something about it?

Frank, if we can't touch him legally,

what do you suggest we do?

(woman speaks indistinctly)

I don't know.

But one thing I do know:

Only a little while ago, the river was clean and pure.

You could swim in it, drink from it,

eat the fish you caught there.

But since Dansfield took over the factory up the river,

you can't do any of these things

without risking your life.

My brother's right.

Once the river was sweet and good.

Now, it's full of death.

SAM: What we need to do, Billy, is find out

where the pollution is coming from.

No!

We know where it's coming from.

What we have to do is prove it.

And we will.

Our way.

Come on, Billy.

There's too much talking going on around here.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

(door opens)

(door closes)

You take the north and west.

I'll take the south and east.

Take pictures of anything that looks suspicious.

We'll sort 'em out later.

We'll meet back here once it gets dark.

Be careful, little bro.

Yeah. You too, man.

All right.

Check.

Wait till Walker gets back.

He doesn't stand a chance.

(telephone ringing)

COMPUTER: Checkmate. You lose.

How...?

Yeah, Trivette.

It's me. How's it going?

Good. Busy. You know how it is.

Did you beat the computer yet?

No.

What do you want?

I need for you to check something out.

Oh, all right.

A company called Dansfield Industries.

The owner's name is Roger Dansfield.

Also check out his head of security.

His name is Deke Powell.

Okay.

Anything I'm looking for in particular?

Oh, anything dealing with pollution,

chemicals, toxic waste, whatever.

The river on the reservation's polluted,

and I'm trying to find out why.

All right. When I find something, I'll get back to you.

Okay.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(beeping)

(camera clicking)

Gotcha.

(grunts)

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

(people chattering)

WALKER: The only answer is there must be

a second emission pipe,

somewhere downstream from the factory

and upstream from the reservation.

Frank, what's wrong?

It's Billy. I can't find him.

You got... You... He's missing. You got to help me.

Okay, slow down, Frank. Tell us what happened.

We were out at the factory.

We thought if we got some pictures,

it might give us the proof we needed.

We... We split up.

We were supposed to meet back at the jeep

once it got dark.

Billy never showed up.

I looked all night.

Let's go.

(cawing)

FRANK: This is where we parked.

We went between the fence.

Which way did Billy go?

He went that way.

Looks like Billy was lying down here.

Looks like there was a scuffle.

Three sets of footprints.

Going that direction.

That's towards the river.

Let's follow 'em.

( dramatic theme playing)

Billy!

Oh. God.

Oh, no.

Oh, Billy.

(sobbing): Look what they've done.

Look what they've done.

Look what they've done to my baby brother.

(screaming)

( drums pounding, tribal chanting)

POWELL: Don't you worry, sir.

I caught him, I popped him,

and I dumped him in the river.

Look like an accident. Heh-heh-heh.

Can you really be this much of an idiot?

( ominous theme playing)

Well, heh, I thought you'd be happy, sir.

I mean, he's just some scruffy Cherokee.

That scruffy Cherokee could've provided me

with valuable information.

Now he's just a corpse floating in that filthy river,

and all he can bring us is trouble.

GUARD: Hey. Hey, hold up there.

We got a breach at the south gate.

It's that ranger and the reservation cop.

Headed your way.

What do you want?

We're here to see Dansfield.

He's not seeing anyone.

He'll see us.

Ah!

(grunting)

(dog barking in distance)

You got it.

Hey, you can't come in here.

We've already been told that.

(door closes)

What can I do for you, gentlemen?

We found Billy Iron Hand dead on the riverbank this morning.

That's very sad.

But this concerns me how exactly?

He was last seen on your property.

I see. So you're reporting a trespassing.

Well, thank you very much.

I appreciate that.

But considering the way things turned out,

I don't think I'll be pressing charges.

(snickers)

As soon as we get the proof we need...

that you're the one polluting the river,

we'll be the ones pressing charges.

Better tread lightly, Ranger.

When I get that proof...

I'm gonna tread right over you, Dansfield.

( dramatic theme playing)

(door closes)

WALKER: What did you find out from the coroner, Trivette?

TRIVETTE (on speaker): He said Billy Iron Hand drowned, technically.

Drowned? What about the blow to his head?

Well, there is evidence of blunt-force trauma.

His skull was fractured,

but he could've hit his head on a rock.

So, according to the coroner,

he was alive when he went into the water.

For now, Billy's death is being ruled as an accident.

Okay. Thanks, Trivette.

Accident? It was no accident.

It was murder.

You said it yourself, Walker.

Billy was knocked out nowhere near the river.

Yeah, I know, Frank.

But there's nothing we can do until we get proof.

No. It's too late for proof.

Proof is what got Billy killed.

Now it's time for war.

If you do this, Frank...

If you go after Dansfield on your own,

you'll be crossing the line.

No.

If I let this man kill my brother,

my nephew, and I do nothing,

that's when I'll be crossing the line.

Give me time, Frank.

If Dansfield's responsible, I'll bring him down.

Dansfield is responsible.

And I will bring him down.

(people murmuring)

Who's with me?!

MAN: I am. MAN 2: I am.

WOMAN: Yes. WOMAN 2: I am.

On the blood of my ancestors,

I swear before you now,

my brother's death will not go unavenged.

(exhales)

Here I am, Mr. Powell.

Just like the movies.

Meet you in the middle of nowhere and all.

See, my boss needs information, Flint.

And he's willing to pay for it.

What kind of information?

Anything you think might be worth something.

You know, inside stuff. Mm-hm.

What's Judge Fivekills got up his sleeve.

What's the deal on that Ranger.

Ranger Walker?

Yeah. Yeah, Walker. You know, stuff like that.

Mm-hm. Information for money.

How much money? How much money?

How much?

Well... lot of money.

Money for information.

That's what I want.

You got it, man.

Did you find anything on Dansfield?

TRIVETTE: Yes, I did. He's a lousy businessman.

His companies almost never show more than a small profit.

And a lot of 'em are actually showing some pretty big losses.

Then how does he stay in business?

The legitimate businesses are fronts.

Dansfield is alleged to have his fair amount

of off-the-books activities. Like what?

Like illegally disposing of toxic waste.

The IRS and EPA have been after him

for a couple of years.

They actually took him to court twice,

but he managed to wiggle off the hook.

Well, let's hope this third time's the charm.

If I find anything else out, I'll give you a call.

Thanks. (clicks off)

So, what's our next move?

Find the real emission pipe.

( dramatic theme playing)

The factory is killing our people.

If we are to stand as men with our ancestors...

we must stop it.

Hoka-hey.

Good day to die.

ALL: It's a good day to die.

MAN: Good day to die.

(action theme playing)

WALKER: This is the last place it can possibly be.

(horses neighing)

It's gotta be here somewhere.

Hold it, Sam.

You smell something?

(inhales)

Yeah, I sure do.

Sam.

Whoo, doggy.

I think we found the real pipe.

Okay.

Let's get a sample so we can test it.

WALKER: I sent you a package.

I need to have it tested soon as possible.

Tested?

Yeah. We found a second emission pipe

downstream from the first.

We took a sample.

We think it's what's making the kids sick.

All right, I'll have the lab jump right on it.

Okay, thanks.

MAN: Good shot.

Wrap it tight.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

(cawing)

(chattering)

(bird chirps)

( action theme playing)

(men whooping)

That'll get Dansfield's attention.

(whooping continues)

See you later.

Seems like there was quite a disturbance

out at Dansfield's factory last night.

What kind of disturbance, judge?

Well, someone shot flaming arrows at the sign,

threw Molotov cocktails at the building.

And they hit a storage area and blew

the whole thing sky high.

Frank Iron Hand and his men.

Anyone hurt?

No, but... just a matter of time.

Sam, we gotta find 'em.

FIVEKILLS: Well, it may be too easy, Washoe.

Frank grew up out in those badlands.

So did I, judge.

( dramatic theme playing)

(men whooping)

Hoka-hey.

MAN: Hoka-hey.

Hoka-hey!

(whooping)

They left this morning.

I don't think they're coming back.

(cell phone rings)

Sam here.

Yeah. Okay, okay.

Any casualties?

Okay.

Yeah. Thanks, judge.

Dansfield got hit again.

Satellite communications system.

No one got hurt, but...

the entire installation got wrecked.

We'd better find 'em before someone gets hurt.

Three hundred thousand dollars' worth

of communications equipment up in smoke.

And right under your nose.

First, last night, and then this.

What kind of operation you running here, Powell?

I'm paying you very good money.

This is what I get for it?

Won't happen again, sir.

It better not.

And what about this half-breed?

You tell him to find out

where those Indians are hiding out.

Yes, sir.

Any you boys know where Frank and the guys are?

You?

Huh?

No.

You seen anything? How about you?

Not me. I haven't seen him.

Where did you get these clothes at?

Hey, man.

Huh?

(laughs)

Hey, where did you get the money for this?

Check it out. Check it out.

Ha-ha-ha.

(horse whinnying)

MAN: Hey, Wilson.

WILSON: Hello, boys. What can I do for you?

Hey. I know who you are.

You're with Frank Iron Hand and those guys, right?

What you want, Flint?

Are you kidding?

I want to join up. Be with you guys.

The warriors.

I don't think so.

Aw, come on now.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I'll even buy your supplies.

What's the matter?

Do you trust me?

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

( tribal theme playing)

We got 'em on the run.

Tonight, we take out their trucks.

That's right.

(horn honking)

(car door closes)

What's he doing here?

He wants to join up.

He even bought all the supplies.

Heh-heh. Hey.

Why do you want to join us, Flint?

Iron Hand, are you kidding?

I think what you're doing is so cool, man.

I just want to be a part of it.

Flint, you've never been a part of anything in your entire life.

And you're not gonna be a part of this.

Now get out of here while you still can.

All right. If that's the way you want it, Frank. You got it.

Mrs. Flint's boy doesn't have to be told twice.

I know when I'm not wanted.

(spits)

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

What are we gonna do when we find 'em?

We have to convince them that this isn't the right way.

What if they won't stop?

Then you'll have to arrest 'em, Sam.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

They're camped south of Black Rock.

Uh-huh. Ha-ha-ha. Yeah, you got it.

You got it, Powell. Ha-ha-ha.

Hey, judge.

You're in big trouble, Flint.

(grunts)

Ow.

(cell phone rings)

This is Sam.

Thanks, judge.

The judge said Flint told Powell that Frank and his guys

are camped south of Black Rock.

Ready?

You guys, over there.

Let's go. All right.

All right.

( tense theme playing)

All right. Let's break camp. MAN: Let's go.

The powwow's over, fellas.

(cocks gun)

Boys been a lot of trouble.

(whinnies)

(grunting)

Let's get 'em.

(all chattering)

(grunting)

MAN: Let's move.

You're on Cherokee land, Powell.

You're under arrest for attempted murder.

This time, I do have jurisdiction.

Now, get up.

(yells indistinctly)

MAN 2: Go, Frank.

Frank! (men yelling)

MAN 3: Go get 'em, Frank. Frank!

He's going to the factory. (men whooping)

( action theme playing)

MAN 3: Hey, Frank.

Yeah.

(whooping)

(grunting)

(cocks gun)

Frank! Don't do it.

I have to, Washoe.

He killed Billy.

If you pull that trigger...

he'll destroy you too.

Do you think that's what

your brother would want?

( tribal theme playing)

Come on, Frank.

Let the law do its job.

FRANK: Billy!

Come on.

(Sighs)

(exhales)

You're in a lot of trouble, pal.

You're the one in trouble, Dansfield.

Turn around. What are you doing?

What does it look like?

You're under arrest.

MAN: Father of the world, we give our thanks

for your great wisdom and kindness.

We give our thanks for the spirit of the moon

and the great life of the sun.

We give our thanks for the young, who love us,

and for the old, who teach us.

And father of the world,

we give our thanks for the love and beauty

of Mother Earth.

No problem.

River's clean, judge.

It's amazing what a few months without pollutants can do.

She's clean.

Nature is beautiful.

(whooping)

My brother's spirit can lie peaceful now,

knowing that no more children will die.

Washoe, when we were on our raids,

we would shout "Hoka-hey."

"It's a good day to die."

But you know, it's never a good day to die.

You're right, Frank.

A better saying is "Sata."

"Be happy."

( triumphant theme playing)

( upbeat 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 ♪