Original subtitles

( suspenseful theme ) (Resync by Chuck)

TRIVETTE: It's right there.

You jump bail,

you head straight home in a hot four-by...

This is the stupidest thing.

No one said they were smart.

Do me a favor, all right?

Are they killers and desperadoes? No.

Do they have a history of violence? No.

So this time, let's just handle this my way.

Your way? What's your way?

Nice and easy.

We go up, we explain who we are,

we tell 'em why we're here.

And they're gonna walk right out and give themselves up?

Well, how you gonna know if you don't try?

Well, then let's try.

I'll let you out here.

Maybe for once I can come out of this

with my suit intact.

(chickens clucking)

(car door closes)

(rooster crows)

What?

You wouldn't be one

of the Roberts brothers, would you?

Yeah, name's Hulk.

Really?

Well, Hulk Roberts,

I've got a warrant for your arrest,

and one for the arrest of your brothers, Yaffit and Buford.

(laughs)

So?

So go get your brothers, we'll head back to Dallas,

peaceful-like.

No problems.

(grunts)

I hate to disappoint you, mister,

but you got a big problem.

(both grunting)

( comical theme playing)

(yells)

WALKER: Hold it, boys.

Let's do this the easy way.

Just go back there and jump in the back of the truck.

You gotta be kiddin'.

Well, it was worth a try.

(grunting)

Get him, Buford.

You get him.

Well, make up your minds.

No problem, Mr. Ranger.

Get up.

Come on, get back there.

(rustling, panting)

Don't say a word.

Did I say anything?

(grunting)

(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 ♪

( melancholy theme playing)

(metal scraping)

(panting)

Jake Sheppard, you old fool.

How much longer?

How much longer are you gonna search

for that blasted gold?

(laughs)

Thank you, Lord.

Thank you.

( whimsical theme playing)

Trade you guys in on a clean bed and a good night's sleep.

Yes, sirree.

Jail cell looks a heck of a lot better

than that motel room I stayed in last night.

Hey, when you're finished dumping Backwoods Elmer here,

I got the restaurant, man.

Well, Alex is over in Plainview on that Turner trial.

I told her we'd meet her between here and there.

Where's between here and there?

Huh...? At Gus'.

Gus'? What kind of restaurant is that?

Gus' Steakhouse. Food for the hearty.

Food for the hearty, my butt.

Food for the heart attack, man. I'm not...

How do you expect me to eat that stuff?

One bite at a time.

You know, I'd like to see your cholesterol level.

One-sixty. What's yours?

( playful theme playing)

Hm?

One-eighty.

One-eighty?

Hmmm.

(door opens)

( ominous theme playing)

(gun cocks)

Okay.

Let's roll.

(buzzer buzzes)

How you doing? Hi, there, sir. How are you?

Look, that was right.

(speaking indistinctly)

Whoa, mister, they're closed today.

Nothing's getting in my way today.

Not today.

I found it.

I found it. Forty years I've been searching.

Cooper's gold.

Aw, Jake, people been searching for that treasure

for nearly 130 years.

Nobody's found it yet.

See for yourself.

(chuckling)

Where did you find these?

Buried where nobody was supposed to find 'em.

The rest of the gold's there too.

I guarantee it.

Okay, Jake, you're coming with us.

(screaming) Shut up.

Nobody panic and this will go as slick as ice.

You're going with us, Jake.

Shut up.

I will shoot you, Jake.

(screams)

Shut up.

TRIVETTE: Look, Walker, I don't eat meat.

WALKER: Don't worry about it, Trivette.

Most of the time at Gus', the meat eats you.

(chuckles)

What, something wrong?

( suspenseful theme playing)

Let's go check that out.

(woman whimpering)

Come on.

Cops!

Come on, old man. Come on.

Get in.

Get in now.

(grunts)

Let's go.

Take him.

(horns honking)

( dramatic theme playing)

Rangers Walker and Trivette

are in pursuit of robbery suspects

heading south on Highway 5.

Requesting immediate assistance.

Possible hostage situation.

(horns honking)

You know, I'm still young.

I got a lot to live for.

(tires squealing, horns honking)

Come on, come on, get rid of 'em.

KIMBLE: Come on, push this thing.

WALKER: Hang on, Trivette. We're in for a roller-coaster ride.

KIMBLE: Oh, no, no!

Watch where you're going!

I don't know what he's driving, but it's no contest.

KIMBLE: We're gonna have to dump some weight.

No, please.

It stays.

JAKE: No.

(grunting)

Walker! (tires squealing)

( somber theme playing)

Hold on, old-timer. Help's coming.

Forty years I searched for Cooper's gold

and finally struck it.

Darn.

( somber theme playing)

(car door closes)

That belong to the old man?

1866.

What does that mean?

I don't believe this.

Cooper's lost gold.

( mellow acoustic guitar theme playing)

(door opens)

What have you got?

I got it.

That guy we nailed out on the street,

Rollins, Joseph J., just got out of Reno.

He's a triggerman.

Headed for boot hill.

Anything else? Yeah,

Dean Nash, wanted for murder.

Clint Bradburn, that was the wheel guy,

and this guy, Fred Kimble.

This is a very bad dude.

If I had to read this file, I'd go hoarse.

That old man they killed, he was sort of an amateur geologist.

Local color around here,

always looking for the big strike.

Well, if he found Cooper's gold, he found the big strike.

Hey, what is Cooper's gold?

Ranger Hays Cooper, he was a legend.

About 130 years ago,

he chased the Dealey Gang through these parts here.

Cooper was killed

and the gold was never found.

You sure seem to know a lot about this guy.

I read everything there was about him.

Cooper used to say,

"To be a Ranger, a man had to ride like a vaquero,

shoot like a Kentuckian,

track like a Comanche

and fight like the devil."

You're right. That's the stuff legends are made of.

Yeah, but this legend has been tarnished.

( dramatic theme playing)

TRIVETTE: You know, Walker, the farther we go,

the quieter you're getting.

I can't help thinking about that old man

finding Cooper's gold.

That mystery's been buried a long time.

Didn't you say something

about his legend being tarnished?

What happened?

Well, after the Dealey Gang stole the gold,

they traveled through these parts here

heading for Mexico.

Cooper tracked them all the way.

All the way, but the gold never reached Mexico.

Mm-mm. No, he was hot on their trail,

so they ditched the gold.

What, somewhere out here?

Well, he caught 'em around here, yeah,

but the gold was never found.

Some claim that Cooper found it

and buried it for himself.

Okay.

So how come he never cleared himself?

He got into a shootout with Dealey

about three days later and was killed.

But he wasn't alone when he died.

Another man was after the Dealey Gang besides Cooper.

So then he knows what really happened?

Maybe.

The guy's name was Lockett.

He was a soldier, buffalo soldier.

They're part of the history too?

Yeah, 10th Cavalry.

Lockett was in charge of a small company

responsible for transporting the gold.

( grunting, indistinct chatter)

( uplifting theme playing)

Hoo. Ha. Ho.

Evening. Evening, sheriff.

Sergeant Lockett, 10th Cavalry.

You were expecting us.

Sure.

Eastbound's due in tonight, 9:00.

Train station's down at the end of town.

You and your men can bivouac there.

Thank you, sheriff.

They tell me you're putting a shipment of gold

on this train.

Newly minted gold coins

bound for New York City, sheriff.

Ho!

( ominous theme playing)

WALKER: Sergeant Lockett's regiment was due to layover

for only a few hours

before moving on to Fort Hood.

But the train due to pick up the gold shipment

was running late.

(chattering)

Hill?

Yes, staff sergeant?

That train is late, so I'm gonna head over

to the telegraph office

and see if there's a message.

Yes, staff sergeant.

Hey, private.

Button that button.

(man chuckles)

MAN 1: Ride.

MAN 2: We're gonna head out at sunrise.

( dramatic theme playing)

(indistinct shouting)

Beat it.

MAN 1: Come on.

MAN 2: Hyah! Come on, guys, let's go.

(men whooping)

( somber theme playing)

Help me!

NASH: I don't get it.

You heard what the old man said.

Cooper's gold.

So?

So if what he said is true,

it could be worth millions.

We gotta ditch the car.

What, chance sticking around here 'cause of that map?

How do you know it means anything?

The old man thought it did.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Evening.

You want my wallet, take it.

It ain't your wallet we're after. It's your car.

Four-wheel drive.

We'll need it where we're going. Tell Kimble.

Keys.

(indistinct chatter)

(car door closes)

Now slow up.

Slow up.

Here.

( dramatic theme playing)

The old fool was a regular hill rat.

Ahh!

What the hell?

(rattling)

(chuckling)

You get bit by a rattler,

they say the poison makes you crazy.

Horrible way to die.

Not even you deserve that, Bradburn.

Kill it.

No.

No.

I betcha the old man left him here

just to guard his gold.

Give me one of them gunnysacks.

Here, Nash. Damn it, Kimble.

He needs a new friend.

(laughing)

All right.

Let's dig.

WALKER: It's kind of hard to believe, isn't it?

A hundred and thirty years ago, Hays Cooper

chased the Dealey Gang right through here.

There's hundreds of square miles out here.

How can you know he chased them right through here?

I can feel it.

You can feel it?

Yeah, don't you?

No. Huh.

Well, you gotta open up, Trivette.

I am open. I'm an open guy.

Hey, I don't go around kicking people's butts all the time.

I'm the open guy in this car.

Okay, okay.

Well, since you're so open, you must feel

how this land has its own brand of spirit and power.

I mean, the sun, the hills, everything around here

has its own mysterious force.

That's the Cherokee in you talking again.

Well, maybe, but it's speaking loud and clear.

(phone ringing)

"Loud and clear." Trivette.

All right, thanks.

Found a man's body in the same area

where the getaway car was found.

Looks like they took his vehicle. A late-model ATV.

Headed south.

How would you know that?

I can feel it.

All right, that's it.

I'm gonna tell you something right now, Walker,

you're starting to get freaky on me here.

Now, why would you say that?

Because it's true. There's no way you can tell

where the bad guys went.

Is that a fact?

Yeah, that's a fact.

Where are we going?

Well, if they headed this way, they'd have to fill up.

(rock music playing over radio)

He's been shot through the heart.

You're right on this one. How do you wanna handle it?

You wait here for a chopper. I'm gonna go after them.

Hey, you're never gonna find those guys out there alone.

I won't be alone.

See, now there you go with that freaky stuff again.

I knew you'd understand.

(car engine starting)

( suspenseful theme playing)

( action theme playing)

Ahh!

MAN: Help me!

( soft guitar theme playing)

Kimble!

It's here.

( dramatic theme playing)

( men laughing)

Agh! Agh! Ha-ha!

That old man was right.

(all laughing)

(men laughing)

Storm brewing.

Lost a lot of time waiting for the coroner.

How soon?

Soon.

MAN 1: That old man was right.

MAN 2: We're gonna be rich.

Damn Ranger from town.

Burn him.

The gold.

Yeah, bury it.

We'll come back for it later.

I got a surprise for you, Ranger.

Walker, come in.

Walker, respond.

TRIVETTE (over radio): Walker, come in.

This is Trivette.

Walker, respond. Come in.

(gunfire)

Go, go, go!

(laughing)

He's cuttin' close. Can't you go any faster?

I'm trying to go faster.

(rattling)

Ugh!

This is Ranger Walker.

I'm 40 miles south of Fort Angelo.

Bit by a rattler.

Need help.

Jimmy?

What?

Too dangerous, man.

I'm gonna have to take her back.

Look, are you absolutely sure?

Yeah, I'm sure. It's too dangerous.

We gotta go back.

Yeah, Alex, it's Jimmy. Look, Walker's in trouble.

Meet me at the Fort Angelo Police Station.

ALEX: All right, I'll see you there.

(wind howling)

( dramatic theme playing)

(piano playing)

(laughter, indistinct chatter)

MAN: How about another one there?

WOMAN: I think you two have had enough.

(thunder booming)

Here's to you.

Pour me another glass, honey.

See that man who just came in?

There's gonna be a shooting.

I'd better move this here picture.

It's an antique direct from Paris, France.

What do you want?

Name's Cooper.

Ranger Hays Cooper.

Last night, a shipment of gold was stolen

and ten men were bushwhacked.

Oh, yeah, those colored boys.

Where's your boss, Dealey?

None of your damn business.

I'm taking you two boys in.

Like hell you are.

I told you so.

( suspenseful theme playing)

I'm sorry I ruined your evening, miss.

Maybe you haven't.

( mysterious theme playing)

Cooper.

Cooper... Wait, wait.

What's the rush?

Gotta get on the trail before daybreak.

( soft theme playing)

Can't let the trail get cold, huh?

Did Dealey say where he was going?

Wouldn't you like to know.

Yes, I would.

Those two men?

Dealey told them that he and the others

would be camped at Eagle Lake Canyon.

It's only a couple miles south,

and it's not daybreak yet.

Mmm.

(moaning)

(horse whinnies)

( Western theme playing)

So I don't suppose you'll be back this way.

I don't suppose.

Good.

I hate waiting.

Ranger.

Keep yourself alive, okay?

Cooper.

Sergeant Lockett, 10th Cavalry.

Heard you were after the Dealey Gang.

That's right.

Heard some of his men were here in town.

Two were.

You going after Dealey?

I am.

I'd like to ride along.

Sorry.

( light adventure theme playing)

Those men that died, they were my men.

I know.

(whinnies)

( dramatic theme playing)

(growls)

(roars)

Where are we going?

Highway 380 south.

What happened, Jimmy? Where's Walker?

( suspenseful theme playing)

DEALEY: Hyah! Ho, there!

Ho! Hyah! Ho!

Come on, come on. Move that wagon. Come on.

Ho! Hyah! Ho!

Come on! Get! (horse whinnies)

Come on. Come on.

Hyah! Go, man.

Damn Rangers.

Hyah! Ha!

No!

(screams)

I recommend we ride together.

Let's ride.

( upbeat theme playing)

(hisses)

(roars)

(wind howling)

This is awful.

Damn it, I can't even see the road.

(roars)

What is that?

Do you suppose it's a signal?

I don't know. Let's go check it out.

ALEX: Walker! There he is.

Hang on.

I'm going for help.

Okay, hurry.

Fort Angelo P.D., this is Ranger Trivette.

I'm about 40 miles south of Highway 83.

We found Walker. Give me some assistance.

DISPATCHER: I'll alert all units

in the area to report in. We'll get every man on it.

No, this is serious. Get me a chopper.

Sorry, Trivette, no chopper. The weather won't permit it.

Damn it, don't tell me that.

I got a man's life at stake out here.

Sorry, Ranger. I'll get help out there

as soon as possible.

Stay on your radio.

All right. Make it fast.

If the Dealey Gang rode through here,

they'd have to stop for provisions.

And whiskey.

FATHER: Damn you, boy,

you better start minding me.

You know, if brains were leather,

you couldn't even saddle a bug.

I didn't mean to do it.

(grunts)

It's not what you meant to do, boy.

It's what you did do that's sticking in my craw.

We got a job to do, Cooper.

Don't get all bothered up about a local matter.

Now, you lay there and you take your whupping like a man.

The boy got your point, mister.

Who the hell are you?

Just passing through,

but I don't abide with anyone using a whip,

especially on a boy.

Yeah, well, he's my boy,

and I'll tan him any damn way I please,

and you if you don't back off.

Walk softly, gentlemen.

Let it be settled, mister.

Sure glad you didn't get all bothered up.

Two whiskeys.

I said, two whiskeys.

Yes, sir.

A hard bunch came through here recently.

LOCKETT: Trailing a wagon.

The kind that leave their mark.

We've had tornadoes and we've had floods,

and a couple of days ago we had the Dealey Gang.

They cleaned out the mercantile, killed old Bert.

Who's he?

Well, he's the proprietor.

Shot him like a sick dog.

Shot up the whole town and moved on.

(swinging doors open)

FATHER: It's not settled between us.

Not by far.

I'm a Texas Ranger, boys.

Best thing you can do is turn around

and walk out of here.

Well, you might bluff them,

but you ain't got no Indian sign on me.

Be smart.

Follow those boys out of here.

Like hell.

Now, if I hear of you abusing that boy again,

I'm gonna be back.

I won't be so nice next time.

Now, get out of here.

GOMEZ: Let's go, folks.

Increase the IV.

Get me the antivenin.

Call the pharmacy, see how many vials we have available.

DOCTOR: Got it. What are his chances?

GOMEZ: Well, he's delirious

but you got him here in time.

Let's go, folks.

( dramatic theme playing)

Obliged.

Sorry about your men, sergeant.

Most people think those men were ex-slaves.

Milton was a dentist from Missouri.

Dawson was a music teacher.

Hayley was a farmer.

Greeley, a blacksmith.

Each one of them was my friend.

I'm the only one that was a slave.

Run out here from Tennessee

to fight Apaches,

taste Uncle Sam's beans and black coffee.

How'd you become a buffalo soldier?

My pa and ma were slaves

and died slaves.

No way I was gonna die one.

One day, I had to tell the big plantation man just that.

He reached for his whip.

No man puts a whip to my back.

So I run off.

Kept running.

Got out west any way I could.

Apaches picked me up, made me a slave all over again

till the cavalry came along.

10th Cavalry.

That's right.

That day on, I've been wearing blue.

That badge,

that Ranger badge,

heard that comes hard.

A man has to earn it.

How did you?

Didn't come likely.

My early years were spent on a farm.

( lighthearted theme playing)

(talking indistinctly)

Whoa!

Come on.

You two get down here before supper gets cold.

WOMAN: Come on, Ben! Come on, Hays!

(chuckles)

Supper's on.

You know, you're turning into a fine farmer.

MEN: Hyah! Hyah!

Get her, men!

(men laughing)

No.

You stay put, you hear?

(men whooping)

No, no!

No.

(groans)

WOMAN (screaming): No!

No! No!

Let's get her inside, men. Let's have some fun.

(woman screams) (men laugh)

Ma! Ma!

Leave her alone.

(laughs)

Stop. No, son! Go back.

No! No!

MAN: Come on. Let's take her in here.

No! No!

No! No!

Open the door.

(door slams closed)

COOPER: Pa.

Mom.

Mom?

Ma.

Ma?

Ma. Ma.

Ma.

(sniffling)

(sniffs)

With my mom and pop gone,

there wasn't anything left for me there.

Except revenge.

It took me a few years,

but I finally tracked down the first one.

You gazing at anything in particular, kid?

Seven years ago, you and two others rode onto our farm.

I was 12 then.

Well, kid, I've ridden on to lots of farms.

You killed my pa,

and then, when you were done with my mother,

you killed her too.

Remember now?

(screams)

I saw your fire.

Yeah?

Well, get your own damn fire. This ain't no hotel.

Didn't figure on sharing it with you.

Figured on having it all for myself.

Just what do you want?

Both of you...

dead.

I know this kid.

(grunts)

(screams)

COOPER: On the one hand, it was over.

On the other, it was just beginning.

Made it back to town,

badly wounded.

Doc was patching me up

when a Texas Ranger walked in.

He said he was arresting me for the murder of three men.

Told him what happened, about my ma and pa,

and he stood there looking at me

for the longest time.

Finally he said, "Boy, the way I see it,

"you've got two choices.

"You can either work for the law,

or against the law."

Well, I guess you can see which one I picked.

Legend has it you're half-man, half-cougar, mean as hell.

When you track a man,

he either dies or gets run to meat.

Well, you can't believe everything you hear.

I also heard that when it comes to a man

to ride the river with, you'll do.

WOMAN (over PA): Dr. Carley, Emergency Room.

Dr. Carley, Emergency Room.

Where am I?

You're at Memorial Hospital.

No, no, no, just relax, relax, relax.

How did I get here?

Trivette and I found you.

We brought you here in the medevac.

You have been through quite an ordeal.

Where's Trivette?

He went after those guys.

Alone?

Yeah.

Walker, no.

Walker, you aren't going anywhere.

Walker, do you hear me?

You are not leaving this hospital.

Dr. Shanger, 314.

(indistinct chatter)

( dramatic theme playing)

This is Ranger Walker.

I need a helicopter at Memorial Hospital in Fort Angelo.

Right away.

KIMBLE: Okay. Yes. Easy.

(coughs)

(all laugh)

All right.

Let's bring the car and load up.

(all laughing)

Okay, come on, come on.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Okay, muchachos, we're off to Mexico.

(all laughing)

Finally have the weather on our side.

Yeah.

Head south through the badlands.

We'll try to pick up Trivette on Highway 80.

You got it.

( action theme playing)

(rattling)

(horse whinnies)

Whoa.

Hold that wagon off right there.

Damn horses ain't never gonna make that river.

We gotta leave the gold behind.

No, Dealey, no.

That gold will make it across.

What are you talking about?

It's slowing us up.

That Ranger's gonna be on us like an eagle.

What about Gates and Crager?

They're dead.

How do you know?

Maybe they ambushed that Ranger after all.

'Cause they would have caught up with us by now.

Now bury this gold.

Now bury it.

( military action theme playing)

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

(wind howling)

(men grunting)

MAN: I can't believe Dealey's making us bury the gold.

Give me a hand with this. Give me a hand.

I hope we can find it when we get back.

Ugh!

(whooping and gunshots)

Dealey.

You don't wanna die, do you?

Ahh!

What about the gold?

What about it? It ain't gonna go anywhere.

Be thankful what you got in your teeth.

I'm going to Mexico. You coming?

( suspenseful theme playing)

Appears the Comanches got to 'em first.

Dealey among 'em?

Nah, looks like he slipped away.

Then it ain't over yet.

Nope.

Push it, Jim.

Been redline for 20 minutes, Walker.

Can't do better than that.

( dramatic theme playing)

KIMBLE: A little bit of mescal never hurt a señorita.

(chuckles)

Yeah, and they don't care if... (mumbles)

♪ South of the border ♪

(laughs)

Oooh.

Hey, hey, hey. That Ranger's back.

Come on, come on, Ranger.

Let's ditch a couple of bullets right next to that badge.

Now, why don't you just nail the tires?

(gun cocks)

(bullet ricochets)

I've got him.

Can you plug me into him?

Yeah.

Trivette, can you hear me?

Trivette? Walker, is that you?

I'm not gonna ask why you're not in that hospital bed.

Never mind.

I'm gonna go ahead of you.

Let's give them a wake-up call.

That sounds exciting.

Okay, let's tap 'em. Okay.

(tires squealing)

That woke 'em up.

You know, that son of a bitch is hard to kill.

Stand on it, stand on it.

I already got my foot to the firewall.

(horns honking)

This is Ranger Trivette. I need an ambulance

on Highway 80 at mile marker 37.

(gun cocks)

Watch it.

Damn. We took a bullet hit. We're losing oil pressure.

We're gonna have to take it back.

You're going back?!

No, we're not going back.

We're gonna have to take it back, Walker.

You're going back?

I said, we're not going back.

We gonna have to or we're gonna crash.

You're gonna crash?!

WALKER: No, we're not gonna crash.

Okay, I'm gonna bail out.

Where?

Yeah, where?

In his jeep.

In my jeep?!

This is gonna be exciting.

Walker, what the hell are you up to?!

A man walks out of a hospital, he's obviously delirious.

I should be a little more understanding.

(sighs)

You're crazy, you know that?

Some of that snake venom must have escaped to your brain.

What's your excuse for going after these guys alone?

You wanna know something? You're just like him.

Who? Cooper.

You never stop, man.

Once you sink your teeth in, you never let go. You...

No turning back. You just keep on going.

Not until you get yourself shot down.

(echoing): Shot down... Shot down...

( melancholy theme playing)

(grunts)

(gun cocks)

(grunts)

(grunting)

(gunshot)

Hold on, Lockett, here I come.

No, they're trying to draw you out.

(grunting)

( dramatic theme playing)

Cooper, don't you die on me.

(breathing heavily)

Hey, you all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

(gunshots)

If that guy was our wheelman, we'd be out of here.

(gun cocks)

Go around him.

(men groaning)

(coughing)

Hold it, Trivette. I'm coming.

No, they're trying to draw you out!

( whimsical theme playing)

(horse whinnies)

(grunting)

TRIVETTE: They're carrying the gold.

It's not here.

They were carrying it, Walker. I know they were.

What are you looking at?

Cooper was here.

Now you're saying he took it?

What I'm saying

is the gold's back where it belongs.

(sighs)

You were one hell of a man, Ranger Hays Cooper.

You fought rustlers, bandits, renegades.

You were the best,

but 140 years later,

your name's still tarnished.

Only one man believed your innocence.

(hooves clopping) MAN: Hyah!

It's a lie.

It didn't happen like that.

Cooper's innocent.

How would you know?

'Cause I was there.

Show the gentleman out.

No, wait, wait.

Don't you wanna print the truth?

Not always, boy.

Sometimes the legend makes for better reading,

and Hays Cooper is a legend.

You can't leave it like that.

You, get out of here, boy!

I can tell you how it really happened.

Get outta here, nigger.

(grunting)

WALKER: Rest in peace, Ranger.

I'll take it from here.

( melancholy theme playing)

This isn't the way back to Dallas.

I've got someone to see first.

Who?

Benjamin Lockett III.

ALEX: Who's he?

(chuckles)

It's a long story.

( mellow theme playing)

Mr. Lockett?

You're a Ranger. Yes, sir.

Ranger Cordell Walker.

My grandpa knew a Ranger.

Hays Cooper.

Yeah, that's right. Well, that's right.

You wanna sit down?

Thank you.

My grandpa was a buffalo soldier.

A hero.

That's how he met Ranger Cooper.

Your grandfather was with Ranger Cooper

the day he was killed.

Not many folks know about that.

Is there anything else you can tell me

about Ranger Cooper?

My grandfather believed...

that Ranger Cooper was about the best man he ever knew.

And that story about him stealing that gold?

(scraping)

It's not right.

It's not true.

Take a look at this.

It's the words of my grandfather.

And words of others.

That's the truth.

Words that would clear Ranger Cooper's name

for good.

It's time to set history straight.

I tried, long time ago.

So did my grandpa.

Back then,

nobody put much stock in the words of a black man,

even if he was a war hero.

(sighs)

Well,

they will now.

(Resync by Chuck)

( 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 ♪