Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

(engines revving)

( blues rock theme playing)

(tires screech)

(people chattering)

(engine revs)

Hey, Red Cloud.

You've been over that engine so many times

maybe we ought to build you a seat.

You could ride there during the race.

Funny, Falcon. But with everything

that's been happening around here lately,

I don't want to take any chances.

Well, you're the boss.

Have you seen Rachel?

She went to the motor home.

I think her stomach's upset.

Race-day jitters.

She used to get 'em even before we got married.

( blues rock theme playing)

RACHEL: Great Spirit,

please take care of Brian and watch over him.

And if he should win, that wouldn't be so bad either.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

(retches, coughs)

Oh.

( tense theme playing)

You mean like this.

(door closes)

Oh, my, boys. Look what we got here.

Why, it... Hey, it's Pocahontas. Excuse me.

Come here, darlin'.

Come here. Where you think you're going?

(grunts) BRIAN: Let her go!

Come on. Oh, yeah, and you're gonna make me, kemosabe?

Kemosabe was what Tonto called the Lone Ranger,

you big moron.

And yeah, I'm gonna make you.

(men chuckle)

Take a shot.

(men grunting)

Come on. You havin' some fun?

Come on.

(grunting)

(groans)

(growling)

Ah!

MAN: Why, you... (grunting)

BRIAN: Are you okay, Rachel?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Are you okay?

WALKER: Get out of here.

MAN: Come on.

Thanks, Walker.

What was that all about?

Three races left to go,

and we're running neck and neck with Team Forbes

for the overall championship.

BRIAN: And there are still a lot of folks

who aren't too happy about us Cherokee

whuppin' up on them out on the track.

That right?

At least you didn't scalp 'em.

(both chuckling)

Maybe we should have.

ANNOUNCER (on PA): Attention, all teams.

Please man your post positions.

All right, Brian.

It's time to saddle up.

( dramatic theme playing)

Brian.

Be careful, please.

BRIAN: I'll be better than careful.

I'll be good.

Mm. Bye.

Thanks again, Walker.

Good luck.

MAN: Breaker's not catchin' a spark.

Check that torque.

(men shouting indistinctly)

( dramatic theme playing)

(men shouting indistinctly)

(men shouting indistinctly)

Is everybody ready?

(all cheering)

Let's go.

This is the time to show those redskins we mean business, Wade.

Yes, sir, Mr. Forbes. You have nothing to worry about.

Nothing to worry about? Is that what you just said, huh?

Yes, sir.

The last two times out,

those Cherokee beat us.

They made us look like fools, boy.

Now, if that don't worry you, maybe I need to find myself

another driver.

Is that what I need to do, Wade?

Huh? No, sir.

Good.

Now you get out there, and you kick a little redskin butt.

You got it? Yes, sir.

Good.

Now, you fix up that Cherokee car just like we said.

( dramatic theme playing)

( 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 ♪

( light rock theme playing)

ANNOUNCER (on PA): Welcome, once again, ladies and gentlemen,

to the Texas International Motor Speedway

and today's 500.

So grab your hot dogs, colas and kids, and grab your seat,

'cause we are about to get underway.

Now, I don't have to remind you folks,

when these fire-breathing monsters rush past

at 200 miles an hour,

why, even an itty-bitty soda can can become a lethal weapon,

so let's keep the track clear of all debris, okeydokey?

Looks like Team Cherokee's all set to go.

The race is about to begin.

ANNOUNCER: Gentlemen, start your engines.

(engines revving)

It'll be a quick four-pace lap,

then the green flag will signal the start

of this very competitive race, ladies and gentlemen.

Hey.

How's Brian?

Uh, he's fine.

Hey, check it out.

Brian's starting in the second post position.

Yeah, he had the second-best qualifying time.

TRIVETTE: Three hundredths of a second behind Coltrane.

Didn't Coltrane win the overall title last year?

Yeah, he did.

If it wasn't for Brian, he'd be favored again.

If Brian wins, we're gonna use the money

to build a new school on the reservation,

enlarge the clinic. It'd be good.

ANNOUNCER: With only three races left,

the sensational Team Cherokee can make history

by winning the National Cup

in only their first year on the circuit.

You can be sure they are making a lot of our veteran drivers

hot under the collar out there.

No one feels the heat more than two-time champion Wade Coltrane

in Car Number 17.

Take a gander at the front row, folks.

Brian Falcon in Car Number 14.

How about this rookie Cherokee team, huh?

One car off the pole position today

and three checkered flags in their last five races.

And that's the green flag.

It looks like a clean start for all of today's drivers.

( light rock theme playing)

(engine revving)

Halfway through the race,

it's Coltrane, Falcon, the leaders.

They've traded the lead about a dozen times,

and there's plenty of race action left, folks.

Keep your seats and keep your eyes on the track.

Yes.

Coltrane, driving for Freddy Forbes,

was leader early on in the season,

but then Team Cherokee started to move out of the pack.

And now, folks, we have a real barnburner,

one of the most exciting rivalries in racing history.

(applause)

(crowd cheering)

And as we come down to the final stages,

this has turned into a two-man race

between defending champ Wade Coltrane

of Team Forbes in first,

and upstart newcomer Brian Falcon

of Team Cherokee in second.

But it'll sure be tough for a rookie like Falcon

to pass a seasoned veteran like Coltrane.

You might be asking yourself,

how could a homemade bunch of Cherokee wannabes

go out and turn their dream into a reality?

Like all our racers,

through dedication, sweat, and hard work.

Hold on to your Stetsons, cowboys.

Brian Falcon has just taken over the lead.

Yes sirree, Bob, with 12 laps to go,

this race is far from over.

Beautiful, Brian. Way to go.

She's running like a dream, Red Cloud.

Smooth and easy.

Watch your right.

(metal crashes)

Got a little bump and run

going on out there, folks.

(crowd gasps)

Can they do that?

Looks like it.

Attaboy, Wade.

(laughs)

Now, that'll get their attention, boy.

(tires screech)

Oh! Looks like the race almost ended,

but Falcon showed us some true grit out there.

(tires screech)

Whoops. Looks like we have a crash on turn two.

(crowd applauds)

That'll bring out the yellow flag.

It will take all leaders into their final pit stop

while the track is cleared.

Okay, Brian, bring it in.

We'll change the tires and we'll finish up strong.

You got it, Red Cloud.

( dramatic theme playing)

(brakes screech)

MAN: All right. Go, go, go!

(device whirring)

Damn. The tire's been cut.

Anybody see who did this?

We were all focused on the race.

(scoffs)

What's goin' on?

The tires, Red Cloud.

They've been slashed.

Put me down.

I'll finish on the rubber I got.

You... You can't.

Forget it, Brian. It's too dangerous.

Put me down, damn it.

Looks like trouble in the Team Cherokee pit.

What is it?

Looks like there's something wrong with the new tires.

They're not changing 'em.

Coltrane's getting back out on the track,

and Car Number 14 still hasn't had its tires changed.

Put me down.

Put him down.

(metal clattering)

Push, push. Go, go, go!

(engine revving)

( ominous theme playing)

They didn't change the tires.

They didn't change the tires.

I know.

Boy, that delay in the pit really cost Brian Falcon.

He's all the way back in sixth place.

Make that fifth.

Brian's making his move,

flying by Car Number 45, driven by Max Bonzo.

Now he's on the outside,

past Jones in the Number 40 Car,

locking into third position,

going neck and neck with Jeff Peters and smoking him.

RED CLOUD (over radio): Okay, good.

Don't worry about those last cars.

It's just Coltrane now.

You need to tuck in behind him.

Draft off him. Save your tires.

You got it, Red Cloud.

ANNOUNCER: Brian's hot on the heels and riding Coltrane,

while Jones and Peters battle it out for third.

JUNIOR (over radio): Come on, Wade. Get him off your tail.

Yeah, you wanna tell me how to do that, Junior?

ANNOUNCER: Coltrane's trying to pull away,

but Brian's stickin' to him like an Alabama tick.

Let's hope those tires hold.

( action theme playing)

It's a two-man race now, folks,

a test between the veteran, Wade Coltrane,

and this year's rising star, Brian Falcon.

RED CLOUD: Okay, Brian.

You're doing great.

We're gonna have to pick our time.

We only got one shot.

That's all I'm gonna need.

ANNOUNCER: We got one lap to go, folks.

This sports show ain't for the faint of heart.

Time's running out for Brian Falcon.

If he's gonna make a move, he'd better do it now.

Okay, go!

ANNOUNCER: Yes!

Yes, there he goes.

(crowd cheering)

Come on, Brian. Come on, Brian.

Yes! There's the checkered flag.

Coltrane second.

And here comes Jeff Peters for a third-place finish.

(crowd cheering)

Well, folks, if this was a horserace, that'd be a nose,

but that's all it takes

to give Brian Falcon's Team Cherokee the victory.

Way to go, Brian!

Whoo!

(cell phone rings)

Hey. Trent Malloy.

I'll be right there.

Guys, I gotta go. New case.

I'll see you all at C.D.'s for the celebration tonight.

Okay.

ANNOUNCER: Pulling into the winner's circle,

Car Number 14, driven by Brian Falcon

of Team Cherokee.

(crowd cheering)

(inaudible dialogue)

(cheering continues)

( triumphant theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

MAN: Whoo! JUNIOR: Falcon!

Falcon.

What's the idea of finishing a race on bad tires?

You not only risk your own neck, but you risk the neck of every

driver out on that track. What's wrong with...?

This isn't the place for this, Boscoe.

You and your boys just get out of here.

Oh, yeah?

Well, why don't you just make me, chief?

(crowd shouting)

( dramatic theme playing)

OFFICIAL: All right. That's it.

That's enough.

Break it up now, or I'll disqualify both teams.

(grunts)

It's all right.

( tense theme playing)

(country music playing inside bar)

WOMAN: We got some more in the back.

(raps table)

Well, listen up, kiddos.

The smell of victory is in the air.

Yes, it is. Put your personality into decorating this place,

and let's make these people really feel like

they're wanted, and we appreciate them, okay?

As one president said one time,

to the victor belongs the spoils,

and these victors are gonna get some chili.

(dog barks, whimpers)

C.D.: Hey,

you can't have that mutt in here.

What am I supposed to do,

leave him out at the curb?

Are you a ventriloquist?

Sure. Give him all the credit.

Get that damn dog out of here, will you?

(chuckles) Cordell. Alex.

Y'all come on in.

Red Cloud, Brian, Carlos.

Come right in, folks.

We've prepared the fatted calf.

MAN: Ah, this is great.

C.D.: Oh, my goodness.

One thing I forgot to ask.

(both chuckle)

Hate to ask, but, uh, do you have a reservation?

(laughs)

(chuckling)

It's all right. We already got one.

(all laughing)

(ululating)

(all cheering)

You are watching history being made today, folks.

Four out of six wins.

The papers are calling us unprecedented.

(all cheering)

Hey, Joe, we get that school open,

you might even learn how to spell unprecedented.

(group laughs) JOE: Ah, funny.

Very funny.

C.D.: Cordell, where's Trent?

New case. He'll be here in a little while.

C.D., what's with the dog?

Well, go ask him yourself.

He's a ventriloquist.

The dog? Hell, no. The man.

(laughs)

( suspenseful theme playing)

WOMAN: Can you help, Mr. Malloy?

Can you help me find my baby, find Tracy?

TRENT: I'm not sure, Mrs. Wright.

You say the police are already involved.

Yes, but it's been five days since she was reported missing,

and they haven't found a thing.

Tracy's lost in their red tape,

and I'm not saying it's their fault,

but she's just a small fish in an awful big pond.

(sighs)

Is it possible that she could have left on her own?

No. Tracy didn't leave on her own.

She was taken, and she's in trouble,

and I can feel it.

(whimpers)

She's in bad trouble.

Please, Mr. Malloy.

Please help me find my baby.

I'll do what I can, Mrs. Wright.

Thank you. Thank you so much.

I'm not guaranteeing anything, ma'am.

But you'll try?

Yes, ma'am. I'll try.

( light rock theme playing)

(rooster crows)

Red Cloud. Brian.

RED CLOUD: Hey, Washoe.

What's up, Walker?

At the race the other day,

the slashed tires.

What's going on?

We're winning, Walker.

That's what's going on.

That doesn't answer my question, Brian.

RED CLOUD: Washoe's right, Brian.

If those tires would have blown during the race,

you could have been killed.

Racing is dangerous,

just like wearing a badge.

(sighs)

Any idea who slashed the tires?

RED CLOUD: Got my suspicions, Washoe.

The only guy that's still at war with the Indians:

Freddy Forbes, of Team Forbes.

Anything else happen?

Stolen tools, bad fuel.

There's even been a few threats against Brian's life.

You never told me any of this.

You got enough to worry about, Rachel.

How could you risk your life this way?

And how dare you to keep it from me?

I'm a racecar driver.

It's not just what I do, it's what I am.

And stuff like this comes with the territory, Rach.

No. Stuff like this, it doesn't come with any territory.

Besides which, you don't have the right

to go out there and get yourself killed.

Not anymore.

What do you mean?

I just... I hate this, is what I mean.

I hate being afraid for you all the time,

and for us all the time.

I don't get it.

She never hated racing before.

She was always behind me a hundred percent.

You better go talk to her.

Yeah, maybe I better.

( light rock theme playing)

Hey, thank you, dear.

TRENT: Have you seen this girl?

JOHNSON: Yeah, sure. I recognize her.

She used to, uh, walk by here after school,

usually in a group, but, uh, last week, she was alone.

Sweet-looking little girl.

Yeah. Her mother's very concerned.

So you're checking out her, uh, daily route?

Yeah.

JOHNSON: Check out this guy over here.

Name's Carnie.

This, uh, missing little girl of yours

used to give him money,

sometimes a quarter, 50 cents.

He'd give her one of them, uh, paper flowers he makes.

Thanks.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Excuse me, sir.

Sir?

Do you know this girl?

Yeah, I know her.

When was the last time you saw her?

The day they took her.

Who took her?

The bat took her.

It's a big, black thing.

What do you mean, "a big black thing"?

You know, big, black thing.

You mean like some kind of car?

No, no. Bigger. Bigger than that.

A van.

Was it a van?

Yeah, that's it.

That's what it was.

It was a van with bat on the back.

Bat.

You mean on the license plate?

Yeah, on the license plate.

It said "bat."

Were there any numbers with it?

There were some numbers.

I can't remember the numbers. That's okay.

That's okay, Carnie. What else did you see?

Well, the bat van pulled up,

and when it drove away, little Tracy...

She's a nice little girl.

She was gone.

Just like that, gone.

Did you mention any of this to the police?

I tried to,

but when I told them about the bat,

they don't want to talk to me anymore.

Can I buy one of those from you?

Uh-huh.

There.

Thanks, Carnie.

You've been a great help.

Yeah. Mister?

When you find little Tracy,

will you give her this rose for me?

You bet.

(cell phone beeps)

( dramatic theme playing)

Yeah, Carlos. It's Trent.

I need your help.

Bat took her away.

( dramatic theme playing)

(country music playing inside bar)

Hey, C.D. Set 'em up.

A draft in a bowl for me,

and a draft in a glass for my buddy, Todd.

How do I know you're old enough to drink?

I'm 5, Parker, old boy,

which in dog years is 35,

which is way past the age of consent, like you,

so don't sweat it and start pouring.

I'm thirsty enough to suck the dew off a cactus.

Well, you better be careful, little fellow,

the way you talk to a guy that's older

and bigger than you are.

Oh, yeah? Come on.

Put up your dukes.

Take your best shot.

I'll murder you.

Remember, I'm half pit bull and half retriever.

I'll rip off your leg and bring it back to you.

I've had a bad day, C.D.

I went to the vet.

Went in a stud. Came out a dud.

I guess you and I got a lot in common.

Yeah? What's that?

We've both been fixed.

Ah.

RED CLOUD: Didn't go well, huh?

That's the understatement of the year.

She's crying.

Why do they always gotta start crying?

It's one of the great mysteries.

Here's another one.

We gotta find out a way to get more horsepower.

Have you tried changing the jets?

You know, that might work.

Where'd you learn that, Walker?

I used to race,

and I couldn't afford a mechanic.

You used to race?

Yeah. Long time ago.

Remember the last time you and I raced against each other?

( suspenseful theme playing)

Go!

(engines rev, tires screech)

( dramatic theme playing)

Look out, Washoe! Watch out!

Whoo-hoo!

You gotta do better than that, Red Cloud.

WOMAN: Go, Walker!

(all cheering)

Walker!

(crowd cheering)

(all cheering)

( dramatic theme playing)

Those were fun times, Washoe.

Yeah, they sure were.

Brian, don't worry about Rachel.

You and her have been a part of each other for a long time.

It'll be okay.

I'll see you guys at the race.

Okay. Thanks, Walker.

Hey, Joe.

Sorry about Rachel, Brian.

Ah, hell.

Old Red Cloud said it's gonna be all right.

Can't believe your crew chief, who can you believe?

Let's pull that carburetor off of here.

( ominous theme playing)

Talk about low-rent.

You're not kidding.

(door chimes ring)

(door chimes ring)

SCUDDER: Afternoon, boys.

Anything special you looking for?

Yeah. Her.

SCUDDER: Hm. Sorry I can't help you.

Cute little piece, though.

Is that your van out there?

So what if it is, cop?

Little girl's name is Tracy Wright.

She was last seen getting into that van.

I don't have to tell you nothing.

I got rights.

Yeah?

This 12-year-old girl has rights too, dirtbag.

Now, where is she?

Hey, pretty boy.

Let him go before I come over there and rearrange your face.

Why don't you stay out of it? It's none of your business.

Well, why don't we just make it our business.

(grunts)

(grunts) Oh!

Ah!

Ah!

(groans)

(grunts)

( dramatic theme playing)

(grunting)

Get out of here.

(growls)

Now you put us in a very bad mood.

If you don't start talking,

you're about to see how bad it can get.

4267 Humboldt, and that's all I'm saying.

4267 Humboldt.

You grabbed her, didn't you?

426... Give me a name!

Who paid you to deliver a young girl?

4267 Humboldt.

You're under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

(footsteps approach)

I'm tired of playing games with these Indians.

Well, just what do you want us to do, Mr. Forbes?

I want them out of the race.

( dramatic theme playing)

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Consider it done, Mr. Forbes.

I'll consider it done when it's done.

Now go do it.

Yes, sir.

( dramatic theme playing)

(country music playing inside bar)

So is Team Cherokee ready for next week's big race?

I sure hope so, and I think they got a good chance

of winning too, if...

There are no more accidents.

Yeah.

( ominous theme playing)

TRENT: This is it.

All right. I'll take the front.

TRENT: You got it.

(gun cocks)

CARLOS: Police. Open up.

(soft ballad playing on stereo)

♪ My love for you ♪

(grunts)

(groans)

( eerie theme playing)

(gun uncocks) Tracy?

Honey, my name is Detective Sandoval.

I'm a police officer.

Everything's gonna be all right. You...?

You wanna come with me, sweetheart?

(grunts)

Ah! Oh!

(grunts)

(groaning)

( somber piano theme playing)

Is she hurt?

No. No.

Called the ambulance. They'll be on their way.

MAN: That's the way I found her,

wandering the streets.

I took her in to help her.

Yeah, you helped her, all right.

Get up, you scumbag.

(groaning)

Ah.

(grunts)

( somber theme playing)

(heart monitor beeping)

(Mrs. Wright sobs)

(sniffs)

She hasn't... She hasn't said a word.

(sniffs)

She just cries

until they come in here, they give her a shot,

and then she sleeps.

But when she's awake, she just cries.

She just cries.

(sobs)

And not a word.

Not a single word.

(sniffs)

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wright.

(sniffs)

(moaning)

Well, we got the examining physician's report.

No physical evidence of sexual contact or abuse.

Thank God for that.

But we have a problem.

Burnett is sticking with his story

that he found Tracy wandering the streets,

he took her home to call for help, and you guys busted in.

That's a bunch of crap, Alex.

I know, but Forensics was all over that house,

and they came up empty.

Without hard evidence, Burnett is probably gonna walk.

What about his little photography studio:

The cameras, the... The lights?

None of that stuff is illegal.

Yeah, but taking pornographic pictures of children is.

I know, but without the pictures

we don't have a case.

Then we'll have to find them.

Come on, Carlos.

(engines revving)

( suspenseful theme playing)

Well, well, boys.

Looks like you've got something to be pleased about.

What you got for me?

Well, now, you do want to stop Brian Falcon

and this Team Cherokee, right, Mr. Forbes?

We got the tool to do it.

What kind of tool we talking about?

The inside kind.

Hey, Joe.

Joe, come on over here.

( ominous theme playing)

Mr. Ironhorse here is number-two man on Team Cherokee.

Is that a fact?

And what can you do for us?

I can make sure Brian doesn't win the race.

How's that?

FORBES: And why would you do that?

JOE: Because I should be driving that car.

And how much is that gonna cost me?

Twenty grand.

Ten up front,

and 10 when Brian Falcon loses the race.

Well,

you got yourself a deal, Mr. Ironhorse.

Hell, if you can't trust greed, what can you trust?

Pay the man the money, Junior.

( tense theme playing)

(sighs)

Sure hope those pictures are here.

They're here.

I know they are.

(engines revving, horns honking)

( blues rock theme playing)

MAN: Give me a rundown on the limiter.

(horn honks)

( ominous theme playing)

Jeez, Brian. Where you been?

It's Rachel.

She won't talk to me,

except for saying she wants me out of racing.

It's all she says, over and over again.

What am I gonna do?

Brian, if you can't go out there and focus on the race,

then I don't want you out there at all.

( ominous theme playing)

Don't worry, Red Cloud.

Once I get in the car, I'll be focused.

(crew chattering)

Nothing up there but spiders.

Ah, same down here.

Man, I have checked everywhere, and not a thing.

Every drawer, every...

Carlos. What?

Is that where you'd put the couch

if you wanted to watch TV?

Nope.

(fabric rips)

( ominous theme playing)

The TV.

Bingo.

Here we go.

Come on, baby.

Enough to make you sick.

I didn't give him a bad-enough beating.

(engines revving)

( light rock theme playing)

(crowd cheering)

(crowd cheering)

ANNOUNCER (on PA): And that's Team Cherokee's Brian Falcon,

still holding on to the lead, folks,

and he doesn't appear to want to give it up.

And with the veteran Wade Coltrane running a close second

and Gant and Conners in a pitched battle for third,

this year's race is shaping up to be a real barnburner.

I sure hope Brian and Rachel work things out.

Yeah, I do too.

Water's 200. Oil's 220.

Everything's running A-okay.

Looking good, Brian. Hold it steady

and keep an eye on Coltrane.

(engine revving)

COLTRANE: Hey, Junior.

Falcon's car is spraying brake fluid

all over the place out here.

You better contact his crew.

Yeah, yeah. Sure, Wade.

Hold it down a bit, Brian.

Save your car for the end of the race.

You got it, Red Cloud.

I said slow it down, Brian!

I can't.

It's my brakes. They're gone.

( ominous theme playing)

Look out, Brian!

(tires screeching)

(crowd gasps)

( dramatic theme playing)

(crowd gasps)

( dramatic 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 ♪