All language subtitles for Walker Texas Ranger - 715

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.

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.

Oh.

You mean like this.

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?

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.

Take a shot.

Come on. You havin' some fun?

Come on.

Ah!

Why, you...

Are you okay, Rachel?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

Are you okay?

Get out of here.

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.

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.

Maybe we should have.

ANNOUNCER: Attention, all teams.

Please man your post positions.

All right, Brian.

It's time to saddle up.

Brian.

Be careful, please.

I'll be better than careful.

I'll be good.

Mm. Bye.

Thanks again, Walker.

Good luck.

Breaker's not catchin' a spark.

Check that torque.

Is everybody ready?

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.

d In the eyes of a Ranger d

d The unsuspecting stranger d

d Had better know the truth d

d Of wrong from right d

d 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger d

d Are upon you d

d Any wrong you
do He's gonna see d

d When you're in
Texas Look behind you d

d 'Cause that's where
The Ranger's gonna be d

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.

Gentlemen, start your engines.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Got a little bump and run

going on out there, folks.

Can they do that?

Looks like it.

Attaboy, Wade.

Now, that'll get
their attention, boy.

Oh! Looks like the
race almost ended,

but Falcon showed us
some true grit out there.

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

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.

All right. Go, go, go!

Damn. The tire's been cut.

Anybody see who did this?

We were all focused on the race.

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.

Push, push. Go, go, go!

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: 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.

Brian's hot on the heels
and riding Coltrane,

while Jones and Peters
battle it out for third.

Come on, Wade.
Get him off your tail.

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

Coltrane's trying to pull away,

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

Let's hope those tires hold.

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

a test between the
veteran, Wade Coltrane,

and this year's rising
star, Brian Falcon.

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.

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!

Yes!

Yes, there he goes.

Come on, Brian. Come on, Brian.

Yes! There's the checkered flag.

Coltrane second.

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

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!

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.

Pulling into the
winner's circle,

Car Number 14,
driven by Brian Falcon

of Team Cherokee.

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?

All right. That's it.

That's enough.

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

It's all right.

We got some more in the back.

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.

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?

Cordell. Alex.

Y'all come on in.

Red Cloud, Brian, Carlos.

Come right in, folks.

We've prepared the fatted calf.

Ah, this is great.

Oh, my goodness.

One thing I forgot to ask.

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

It's all right. We
already got one.

You are watching history
being made today, folks.

Four out of six wins.

The papers are calling
us unprecedented.

Hey, Joe, we get
that school open,

you might even learn how
to spell unprecedented.

Ah, funny.

Very funny.

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.

Can you help, Mr. Malloy?

Can you help me find
my baby, find Tracy?

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.

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.

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.

Red Cloud. Brian.

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.

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.

Any idea who slashed the tires?

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.

Hey, thank you, dear.

Have you seen this girl?

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.

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.

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.

Yeah, Carlos. It's Trent.

I need your help.

Bat took her away.

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.

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?

Go!

Look out, Washoe! Watch out!

Whoo-hoo!

You gotta do better
than that, Red Cloud.

Go, Walker!

Walker!

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.

Talk about low-rent.

You're not kidding.

Afternoon, boys.

Anything special
you looking for?

Yeah. Her.

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.

Oh!

Ah!

Ah!

Get out of here.

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.

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.

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.

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.

This is it.

All right. I'll take the front.

You got it.

Police. Open up.

d My love for you d

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?

Ah! Oh!

Is she hurt?

No. No.

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

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.

Ah.

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

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.

And not a word.

Not a single word.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Wright.

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.

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.

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?

And why would you do that?

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.

Sure hope those
pictures are here.

They're here.

I know they are.

Give me a rundown
on the limiter.

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.

Don't worry, Red Cloud.

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

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.

The TV.

Bingo.

Here we go.

Come on, baby.

Enough to make you sick.

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

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.

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.

Look out, Brian!

d 'Cause the eyes of the
Ranger Are upon you d

d Any wrong you
do He's gonna see d

d When you're in
Texas Look behind you d

d 'Cause that's where
The Ranger's gonna be d