Walker, Texas Ranger s03e06 Episode Script

I can't tell you | how sorry I am, Cheryl.
Thank you, Washoe.
And thank you for coming | to say goodbye to my father.
He was a great man.
Yeah, he was a wise chief.
You know, Six Feathers not only | understood people, but spirits as well.
I'm sorry I didn't get to meet him | before he died, Uncle Ray.
I'm sorry too.
But at least you get to meet his son.
| Billy Gray Wolf is a really good guy.
He's a late guy too.
I see I gotta teach you | about Indian time, Trivette.
Hello? Father Raymond? Yes, I understand.
No, no.
There's nothing | you can do about it now.
Something wrong, Cheryl? That was Father Raymond | at the church.
He said Billy's been there.
He left Billy alone with Dad, | and when he came back, both Billy and my father's | body were gone.
You were a great man, my father.
And a great chief.
I honor you | as you would have wished.
In the traditional way.
Where is it, Billy? Don't jerk me around.
I came to send my father | to our ancestors in peace, Bodie.
Our business can wait.
You're gonna join your father | in the dirt\ if I don't get what I need.
You're going to jail now.
Come and get me, | if you can find me.
Billy! Billy! It's a pretty place.
It's a good place to be buried.
Why, Billy? You've never run | from anything in your life.
- Go home, white-eyes.
| - I ain't afraid of you.
- Get up.
| - Get out of here.
Yeah.
- Got him.
Got him.
| - Got him.
Leave him alone! | What's the matter with you guys? What's the matter with you? - We don't want his kind.
| - Yeah.
You fight him, you fight me.
- Thanks.
| - Hey, it was nothing.
My name is Billy Gray Wolf.
My Uncle Ray calls | me Washoe, "Lone Eagle.
" - Got it.
| - I'm open.
Pass it.
Good one.
Blood brothers.
Blood brothers.
Walker? Billy went this way.
As warm and humane as ever, | eh, Mr.
Bodie? I can't say much for your timing.
Cheryl, I'm very sorry | about the death of Six Feathers.
I truly am.
But there's no reason on eart\h | that we can't keep negotiating.
My brother would never agree.
Your brother is an angry, | destructive man.
He's crazy, and I'm damn lucky | he didn't kill me last night.
Billy wouldn't kill anyone, | unless he had a good reason.
What's your interest in this, Mr.
Bodie? Tate Bodie.
And you? Ranger Walker.
Somewhat off your turf | in Oklahoma, aren't you? I belong to this tribe.
You're the one that's off his turf.
I'm head of development | for Tricontinental.
I've been negotiating for | the drilling rights, and, I might add, before his death, Six Feathers and I | were very close to signing a deal.
And now? Now it's up to the council.
You see, we only control the lands | adjoining the reservation, and they know | that we're good neighbors.
But Billy Gray Wolf has been against | the drilling from the beginning.
Who knows what he'll do | to try to stop it? - We don't want any more trouble.
| - Nor do we.
But we will protect what is ours.
And we'll do the same.
Council will keep you posted.
I lost it.
I'm sorry.
Well, no one can blame you for what | you said if you spoke the truth.
All this over an oil lease? I'm afraid so.
Without it, Tricontinental | can't prove their new field.
Are you guys for this or against it? Bodie said that he and your father | were ready to agree.
- That's not what Billy said.
| - Cheryl, please, not this again.
Billy said Bodie was furious | because Dad wouldn't make a deal, - and then Dad died.
| - That doesn't mean Bodie killed him.
I thought Six Feather's death | was an accident.
It was.
We investigated.
What does Billy think? You can ask him, | after my men and I bring him in.
If you go after Billy, | there could be bloodshed.
That's his choice.
Look, Billy trusts me.
| Let me go after him.
I know how close you two were.
Are, Running Horse.
| We're blood brothers.
- Mr.
Bodie.
| - You made good time.
Well, you said it was import\ant.
| What have we got here? We've got one Indian, | armed and dangerous, with a vendetta against the company.
Well, where is he now? All right, this is our land, | that's the reservation, and that's no man's land.
The problem is, | he could be anywhere.
These borders aren't real clear, | are they? - Does that bother you? | - No.
Does it matter | whether we take him alive? It matters that you take him dead.
Why don't you and Trivette see what | you can find out about Tricontinental? Walker, I was I was thinking, | I'm gonna go with you.
I don't think that's a good idea.
I'm your part\ner.
| I should go with you.
Where you go, I go.
Trivette, I'm not going as a Ranger.
I'm going as a friend.
Then I'm gonna go | as a friend of a friend.
Go get yourself a horse.
- See what you can find out, okay? | - You bet.
Can't see a danged thing.
This beats slick streets | and skid marks any day, boy.
Horse hair.
Billy went this way.
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
Right here in plain sight.
Yeah, right, if you know | what you're looking for.
You boys are trespassing | on a Native American reservation.
That's not what this map says.
Well, get a new map.
Y'all Rangers? That's right.
Well, why don't you just sashay your | young Ranger butts back to Texas and stop bothering us? We got us an Injun to catch.
Only thing you're gonna | catch is trouble.
Hey, men, | teach these boys a lesson.
Get them! You wanna try? We'll see you again.
It better not be on this land.
- Want some water? | - No, thanks.
Billy's good.
I can hardly see | his horse's hoof prints.
We're still on the right trail, | though, right? See that chip down there? - That little squiggly mark? | - Yeah.
His horse picked up a stone | about two miles back.
That's how we know we're following | the right horse? You're learning, Trivette.
No sign of your Indian yet, | Mr.
Bodie.
- Where are you now? | - We're near Three Forks.
That's Tricontinental land.
What, you want us back | on the reservation? I want you to find the Indian, | damn it, before the Rangers do.
Okay, but if we bump | into those Rangers, we're gonna up the ante | on the trouble depart\ment.
You just do what you have to do, | but get the Indian.
I'll be out there to help | as soon as I can.
Billy always said | this is the perfect place for a man who wants to get lost.
Well, in the words of W.
C.
Fields, | on the whole, I'd rather be in Philadelphia, boy.
You notice anything? Believe it or not, I see the tracks | go that way, right there.
I'm gonna make | an Indian out of you yet.
Frankly, I don't understand why | it's been so difficult to make this deal.
It's not something I expect you | to understand, Mr.
Bodie.
Indian people | have a duty to Mother Eart\h.
We were put here to protect her.
So then protect the eart\h | and be rich at the same time.
Look, just think what you can do with | the money once the field comes in.
New schools, better housing.
- And in return, we lose our souls.
| - Let's hear the man out.
Our souls won't mean much | if we're starving.
Since when are you | the voice of reason, Tom? Look what you did to Billy, | the Rainbow Warrior.
- "Rainbow Warrior"? | - We have a tradition.
When Mother Eart\h | has suffered too much, a Rainbow Warrior will come and | lead her people into battle to save her.
And you believe that your brother | is this Rainbow Warrior? Look, Mr.
Bodie, you make this deal sound attractive, | but my dad was set against Your father was a fool with no | understanding of the modern world.
What's wrong with helping | our people with oil money? Tom! Six Feathers is dead.
And, yes, our world is changing.
But we will treat each other | with respect here.
There is a reason | we are called the Civilized Nation.
The council will consider your offer.
That's all that I ask.
Billy's been tracking us | while we've been tracking him.
He tried to kill me, man.
No, he hits what he shoots at.
This is his way of telling us | not to follow him.
- You all right? | - Yeah.
A little sprain, I guess.
Hey, what are you doing? I'm sending you back.
Why? One, is you're hurt\.
Two, I've gotta do it alone.
It's just a sprain, Walker.
Do you know how | to get back to Mannsville? Yeah, I can follow the tracks back.
Okay, just head due south.
Take my badge and my hat with you.
Your badge and your hat? What? Find out what you can | about Six Feather's death.
What, you're thinking | it wasn't an accident? Billy thinks it wasn't.
And I trust him with my life.
Miss Cahill, I assure you, I don't know | what you're talking about.
You're the CEO for Tricontinental, | for God's sake.
I'm talking about | the Cherokee reservation, where your company planned | to put its primary well smack dab in the middle | of an ancient burial ground.
That was our original intention, yes, but when our man down there | brought the problem to my attention, we prepared a different approach.
And still tried to convince them | to allow drilling.
A man is dead, Mr.
Edwards, and some of the people that | I would trust with my own life - think it's because of that.
| - Look here, Miss Cahill, are you speaking on behalf | of the District Attorney's office or is this a personal concern? I have no jurisdiction, Mr.
Edwards.
This is a human concern.
Okay, look, I'll try to find | a hole in my schedule.
I'll I'll be down there | as soon as I can.
Well, let's just hope | that's soon enough.
Let's get the hell out of here! Let's go home.
Billy's right, Uncle Ray.
We haven't even seen a deer all day.
And you think that means | there's none here? Animals don't let us see them | until they want us to see them.
It's the hunter's job | to persuade the animals to remove the blindfold | from our eyes.
Well, how are we gonna do that? In the way of the spirit, Washoe.
In the way of the spirit.
You must call out to the deer and listen to what they have to say.
Listen.
They say they're not ready.
That another will come in their place.
He says it's a good day to die.
And this is where you found him, | at the bottom of the well? Looked like he fell through | on his way home from a ceremony at the sweat lodge.
The medical examiner | found water in his lungs? A little.
But death was trauma to the head.
He must've hit his head | on the shaft when he fell.
So a man lives on the same | land his entire life, forgets where his well is | and he just stumbles in? You ever been to a sweat, | Mr.
Trivette? Yeah.
I don't need to tell you we heat that | lodge hotter than anybody can stand and then we heat it some more.
That's when the spirits come in | and tell us what we need to know.
When we finish one of those sessions, | you're drained.
You can hardly walk a straight line.
You're completely satisfied? No.
I don't have any evidence, | no witnesses.
Nothing to call it anything | but an accident.
Maybe you'll see something I missed.
All right, let's go check the house.
He wasn't much | of a housekeeper, was he? Old Lorene, she was a stickler | for keeping things in their place.
She been gone a long time.
I don't see anything | you didn't talk about.
That's the thing.
| No sign of a struggle.
Six Feathers rolled his own? He was a medicine man.
If you wanted his council, you traded | for it with Red Arrow tobacco.
What about that? | Where's that belong? Over here by the door.
That rug must be years old.
| It's kind of a tribal joke.
What's the story? Check the backing.
That thing's so slippery, | you could use it instead of wax.
There wasn't a day in Six Feathers' | life he didn't slip on that thing.
He'd kick it in the corner | and Old Lorene, she'd stick it back.
The next day the same and so on.
What the hell is this? Hold on.
Five to ten that's not mutton stew.
I knew Six Feathers so well, | I never even thought to look.
Well, when he gets back, ask Walker | everything I missed out on the range.
Let's get to work.
Where there's | one bloodstain, I'm sure there's more.
Animals don't let us see them | until they want us to see them.
Now why are you letting me | see you, huh? Gray Wolf's not too far away.
We found one more spot of blood | outside near the back door.
So you think someone in the house hit | Six Feathers hard enough to kill him, and then they moved the body | to the well.
- Exactly.
| - Jimmy, you find any drag marks? Oh, C.
D.
, look, give me a break.
| I know my job.
I know my job.
Jimmy, I was telling people | what to do when you were just a gleam | in your daddy's eye.
Did you find any drag marks? No, I didn't find any drag marks | because I didn't expect any drag marks because the ground was too hard.
What about blood matching? | This DNA test is the cat's pajamas.
I'll keep that in mind.
And a murder weapon.
| Try to find it.
Now, there's a consideration.
- Did you find a weapon? | - Yeah, I found a weapon.
The lab's checking out the prints | on Six Feathers' ceremonial staff.
And the blood match? The report\ says | it's Six Feathers' type, but the DNA's not gonna come back | for a couple weeks, right? So Right.
So any sign of Walker? Not a one.
You know, the thing is, the last time | that I saw him, it was like he wasn't Walker anymore.
Right before my eyes | he turns into somebody - Who? | - That's a good question.
I tell you, it's not somebody | I want after me, though, Alex.
Billy? Billy Gray Wolf? I know you're here.
Billy, I just wanna talk, okay? I don't wanna fight, Billy.
Which are you? Lawman or my brother? I come as your brother.
I wish I could believe that.
What do you believe? I'm an Indian.
I have faith in my people, | but not much else.
I'm one of your people.
It was long ago.
| You left, but I stayed on.
I may have left, | but my heart\ will always be here.
Do my eyes lie? It's good to see you, Washoe.
It's been much too long.
What you people are saying | is not the way Tricontinental operates.
We would never risk polluting | a water table, or desecrating | anyone's sacred ground.
Your point man would.
Tate Bodie? He's one of our most respected | field men, and he doesn't bully anybody, | twist peoples' arms.
Can you be absolutely sure? Tate's He's been | with the company forever.
Why would he start\ playing fast | and loose now? - Unless | - Unless what? Well, there are incentives | built into any new field we drill.
Tate's bonus could be enormous.
Could be into | the hundreds of thousands.
Sounds big enough to kill for to me.
That's a very strong charge.
Mr.
Edwards, I've got two part\ials | and one full thumb of Bodie's fingerprints | on the murder weapon.
My God.
The only reason Mr.
Bodie | hasn't been picked up already is because no one can find him.
Chicory and corn silk.
I haven't had this in years.
Uncle Ray's secret potion.
Good for what ails you.
And if you don't wanna drink it, | you can always bathe in it.
What happened, Billy? When Running Horse and the others | showed up, I was fighting Bodie for his gun.
- What was he doing there? | - Trying to kill me, Washoe.
The way he killed my father.
Why would he wanna do that? You recognize this? Yeah, it's your father's | medicine pouch.
Filled with tobacco, of course.
After the sweat, I stayed out with some friends | for a while.
And when I got home, | the house was dark.
I knew if the pouch was in the house, | he'd have to have been there.
I searched and found him, finally, in the well.
Bodie'd killed him and put him there.
It was no accident.
Do you have any proof? Just the pouch | and their many arguments.
I called Bodie and told him | I had proof he murdered my father.
So now he's after you.
I had to flush him out, Washoe.
That's why I ran.
| I thought he'd follow me.
And then, on the land of our people, | my father would be avenged.
Well, he did follow you.
You've gotta go back, Billy.
You've gotta tell them | what you know.
Yeah, we're halfway through | Tishimingo Woods.
Still no contact.
Keep sweeping the area.
| I'll check the perimeter.
Oh, and, Roy, if the Rangers get in the line of fire, | so be it.
Accidents happen.
Right, Mr.
Bodie.
I remember the first time | we came by this place.
We were just kids.
Yeah, it was a long time ago.
Washoe.
- Yeah, an eagle.
| - It's a lone eagle.
Yeah, a lone eagle.
Washoe.
Yeah, I hear it.
Man, they gotta be here somewhere.
There's his horse.
Hold on.
Happy hunting grounds, Injun.
Here, hold it.
- Push tight.
| - Yeah.
- Stay down.
| - Yeah.
How do you think you'd look | with no hair, part\ner? A toast.
Thank you, Washoe.
My father now is avenged.
Yeah, now his spirit can be at peace.
And Bodie can be in misery in prison.
Let's go, Trivette.
I'm gonna be staying back, help the | council try to elect a new chief.
I'm sure they will find a wise leader, | Uncle Ray.
- Thank you for everything, Washoe.
| - You're welcome.
We'll see you, Cheryl.
You gonna be able | to get that gun fixed? No, it's beyond repair.
I talked to Alex this morning.
She | says the Tricontinental Corporation wants to donate a cultural center | to the reservation.
That's the least they can do.
- Billy.
| - Trivette.
Until next time, huh? Thank you again, Washoe, | for showing me the way.
You knew the way, Billy.
I just helped a little bit.
Goodbye, my brother.
Blood brother.