All language subtitles for Walker Texas Ranger - 306

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. BILLY: I'm open.

Pass it.

Washoe, Washoe.

Go on.

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 earth

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 Feathers'
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 important.
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 partner. 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 'em!

Oof!

You wanna try?

We'll see you again.

It better not be on this land.

Want some water? No, thanks.

Yeah.

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 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, uh, 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 department.

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 Earth.

We were put here to protect her.

So then protect the earth
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 Earth
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 very 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 Feathers' 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. Now, look here,

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...

and 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?

It 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 have hit his head
on the shaft when he fell.

So a man lives on the
same land his entire life...

He forgets where his well
is and he just stumbles in?

You ever been to a
sweat, Mr. Trivette?

Yeah.

Then I don't need to tell you

we heat that lodge hotter
than anybody can stand it,

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 was a stickler for
keeping things in their place.

She been gone a long time.

Well, 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 50 years
old. It's kind of a tribal joke.

What's the story?

Check the backing.

That thing is 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?

Well, 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, 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 can tell you, it's not
somebody I want after me, Alex.

Billy?

Billy Gray Wolf?

I know you're here.

Billy, I just want
to talk, okay?

I don't want to 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.

Now, 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. He...

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.

Now, that's a
very strong charge.

Mr. Edwards, I've
got two partials

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.
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 Tate
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,
uh, 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, partner?

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.

Mm.

Let's go, Trivette.

Uh, 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? Mm-hm.

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.