Walker, Texas Ranger s03e22 Episode Script

It's right there, 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 them 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.
What? You wouldn't be one of | the Robert\s brothers, would you? Yeah, name's Hulk.
Really? Well, Hulk Robert\s, I've got a warrant | for your arrest, and one for the arrest | of your brothers, Yaffit and Buford.
So? So go get your brothers, we'll head | back to Dallas, peaceful-like.
No problems.
I hate to disappoint you, mister, | but you got a big problem.
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 kidding.
Well, it was wort\h a try.
- Get him, Buford.
| - You get him.
Well, make up your minds.
No problem, Mr.
Ranger.
Get up.
Come on, get back there.
Don't say a word.
Did I say anything? Jake Sheppard, you old fool.
How much longer? How much longer are you gonna | search for that blasted gold? Thank you, Lord.
Thank you.
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, Walker, 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? | - At Gus'.
Gus'? | What kind of restaurant is that? Gus' Steakhouse.
| Food for the heart\y.
Food for the heart\y, my butt.
Food | for the heart\ attack, man.
I'm not How do you expect me to eat that? One bite at a time.
You know, I'd like to see | your cholesterol level.
One-sixty.
What's yours? One-eighty.
One-eighty? Okay.
Let's roll.
- How you doing? | - Hi, sir.
How are you? Look, that was right.
Whoa, mister, they're closed today.
Nothing's getting in my way today.
Not today.
I found it.
I found it.
| Fort\y years I've been searching.
Cooper's gold.
Jake, people been searching | for that treasure for nearly years.
- Nobody's found it yet.
| - See for yourself.
Where did you find these? Buried where nobody was supposed | to find them.
The rest of the gold's there too.
I guarantee it.
Okay, Jake, you're coming with us.
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.
Shut up.
- Look, Walker, I don't eat meat.
| - Don't worry about it, Trivette.
Most of the time at Gus' | the meat eats you.
What, something wrong? Let's go check that out.
Come on.
Cops! Come on, old man.
Come on.
Get in.
Get in now.
Let's go.
Take him.
Rangers Walker and Trivette | are in pursuit of robbery suspects heading south on Highway .
| Requesting immediate assistance.
Possible hostage situation.
You know, I'm still young.
| I got a lot to live for.
Come on, come on, get rid of them.
Come on, push this thing.
Hang on, Trivette.
| We're in for a roller-coaster ride.
Oh, no, no.
Watch where you're going.
I don't know what he's driving, | but it's no contest.
We're gonna have to dump | some weight.
No, please.
- It stays.
| - No.
Walker! Hold on, old-timer.
Help's coming.
Fort\y years I searched | for Cooper's gold and finally struck it.
Darn.
That belong to the old man? .
What does that mean? I don't believe this.
Cooper's lost gold.
- 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 years ago he chased the Dealey Gang | through these part\s 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.
" Yeah, you're right.
That's the stuff | legends are made out of.
Yeah, but this legend | has been tarnished.
You know, Walker, the fart\her 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 part\s here | heading for Mexico.
Cooper tracked them all the way.
All the way, | but the gold never reached Mexico.
No, he was hot on their trail, | so they ditched the gold.
What, somewhere out here? Well, he caught them | 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, th Cavalry.
Lockett was in charge | of a small company responsible for transport\ing the gold.
- Evening.
| - Evening, sheriff.
Sergeant Lockett, th Cavalry.
You were expecting us.
Sure.
Eastbound's due in tonight, :.
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.
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.
- 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.
Ride.
We're gonna head out at sunrise.
Beat it.
Come on.
Come on, guys, let's go.
Help me! 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 wort\h millions.
We gotta ditch the car.
What, chance sticking around here | because of that map? How do you know | it means anything? The old man thought it did.
Evening.
You want my wallet, take it.
It ain't your wallet we're after.
| It's your car.
Four-wheel drive.
Yeah, we're gonna need it | where we're going.
Tell Kimble.
Keys.
Now slow up.
Slow up.
Here.
The old fool was a regular hill rat.
What the hell? 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 bet you 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.
All right.
Let's dig.
It's kind of hard to believe, isn't it? | A hundred and thirt\y 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.
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.
"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, you're start\ing 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.
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.
Help me! Kimble.
It's here.
That old man was right.
Storm brewing.
Lost a lot of time | waiting for the coroner.
- How soon? | - Soon.
- That old man was right.
| - 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.
Walker, come in.
This is Trivette.
| Walker, respond.
Come in.
Go, go, go.
He's cutting close.
| Can't you go any faster? I'm trying to go faster.
This is Ranger Walker.
I'm 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.
All right, I'll see you there.
- How about another one there? | - I think you two have had enough.
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.
I'm sorry I ruined your evening, miss.
Maybe you haven't.
Cooper.
Cooper, wait, wait.
What's the rush? Gotta get on the trail | before daybreak.
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 of miles south, and it's not daybreak yet.
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, th 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.
Those men that died, | they were my men.
I know.
- Where are we going? | - Highway south.
What happened, Jimmy? | Where's Walker? Come on, come on.
| Move that wagon.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Go, man.
Damn Rangers.
I recommend we ride together.
Let's ride.
This is awful.
Damn it, I can't even see the road.
What is that? Do you suppose it's a signal? I don't know.
Let's go check it out.
Walker.
There he is.
Hang on.
- I'm going for help.
| - Okay, hurry.
Fort\ Angelo P.
D.
, | this is Ranger Trivette.
I'm about miles south | of Highway .
We found Walker.
| Give me some assistance.
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.
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.
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.
That coward is 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.
Trailing a wagon.
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.
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.
Let's go, folks.
Increase the IV.
Get me the antivenin.
Call the pharmacy, | see how many vials we have available.
- Got it.
| - What do you think his chances are? Well, he's delirious | but you got him here in time.
Let's go, folks.
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 and 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 ran 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.
- th 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.
Come on.
You two get down here | before supper gets cold.
Come on, Ben.
Come on, Hays.
Supper's on.
You know, you're turning | into a fine farmer.
You stay put, you hear? No, no.
No.
No! No! No! Let's get her inside, man.
| Let's have some fun.
No, no.
Ma, Ma! Leave her alone.
Stop.
No, son.
Go back.
No, no.
- Let's take her in here.
| - No.
No! - No.
No.
| - Open the door.
Pa.
Mom.
Mom? Ma.
Ma? Ma.
Ma.
Ma.
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 part\icular, kid? Seven years ago, you and two others | rode onto our farm.
I was 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? - 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.
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 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.
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.
This is Ranger Walker.
I need a helicopter | at Memorial Hospital in Fort\ Angelo.
Right away.
Okay.
Yes.
Easy.
All right.
Let's bring the car and load up.
Okay, come on, come on.
Okay, muchachos, | we're off to Mexico.
- Finally have the weather on our side.
| - Yeah.
Head south through the badlands.
We'll try to pick up Trivette | on Highway .
You got it.
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.
Because they would have | caught up with us by now.
Now bury this gold.
Now bury it.
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.
Dealey.
You don't wanna die, do you? 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? Appears the Comanches | got to them first.
- Dealey among them? | - No, looks like he slipped away.
Then it ain't over yet.
Nope.
- Push it, Jim.
| - Been redline for minutes, Walker.
Can't do better than that.
A little bit of mescal | never hurt\ a senorita.
Yeah, and they don't care if South of the border.
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? I've got him.
- Can you plug me into him? | - Yeah.
Trivette, can you hear me? Trivette? Walker, is that you? I'm not even gonna ask | why you're not in that hospital bed.
Never mind.
I'm gonna go ahead of you, | Trivette.
- Let's give them a wake-up call.
| - That sounds exciting.
- Okay, let's tap them.
| - Okay.
That woke them up.
You know, that son of a bitch | is hard to kill.
- Stand on it, stand on it.
| - Hell, I already got my foot | to the damn firewall.
This is Ranger Trivette.
| I need an ambulance on Highway at mile marker .
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? | - 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.
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 know something? | You're just like him.
- Who? | - Cooper.
You never stop, man.
Once you sink | your teeth in, you never let go.
No turning back.
| You just keep on going.
Not until you get yourself shot down.
Hold on, Lockett, here I come.
No, they're trying to draw you out.
Cooper, don't you die on me.
- Hey, you all right? | - Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
If that guy was our wheelman, | we'd be out of here.
Go around him.
Hold it, Trivette.
I'm coming.
No, they're trying to draw you out.
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.
You were one hell of a man, | Ranger Hays Cooper.
You fought rustlers, bandits, | renegades.
You were the best, but years later, | your name's still tarnished.
Only one man believed | your innocence.
It's a lie.
It didn't happen like that.
Cooper's innocent.
How would you know? Because 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.
| - He said get out of here, nigger.
Rest in peace, Ranger.
I'll take it from here.
This isn't the way back to Dallas.
I've got someone to see first.
- Who? | - Benjamin Lockett III.
Who's he? It's a long story.
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? 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.
Well, they will now.