Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

( funky upbeat theme playing)

(indistinct chatter)

Thank you, here's your ticket.

MAN (over PA): Welcome, everyone,

to beautiful Lone Star Park.

The weather is good, and the track is fast.

One twenty-three. Have a good day.

One eighteen. Great.

MAN (over PA): Riders up.

(horses whinnying)

(horn blaring)

Five minutes to post time.

Five minutes.

(all cheering)

The horses are approaching the starting gate.

The flag is up.

And they're off!

Take 2 breaks on top,

Golden Bound second, Samurai in third.

Then Gallant Boy, If You're Lucky,

and Nose for Speed.

As they head into the clubhouse turn,

it's Take 2 by a half a length.

Samurai passes Golden Bound on the outside,

and Gallant Boy moving up on the rail.

Down the backstretch, it's Samurai moving into the lead,

Take 2 and Gallant Boy fighting for second

with Golden Bound fading.

Then If You're Lucky and Nose for Speed.

Around the far turn,

it's Samurai holding the lead.

Gallant Boy is closing on the rail,

Take 2 holding on to third.

Golden Bound falling to fourth,

followed by If You're Lucky and Nose for Speed.

Samurai looking to stay undefeated,

is pressed by Gallant Boy.

Take 2 is third,

followed by If You're Lucky,

Golden Bound and Nose for Speed.

MAN: Go, baby, go!

Come on, Gallant Boy!

Come on!

Come on!

This time, we're gonna get him!

Come on! Let him run!

And down the stretch they come.

Samurai holding off a charging Gallant Boy by half a length...

Calhoun's an old fool, Mr. Crown.

Yes, he is. And he's gonna be a sorry old fool

if that horse wins.

With one furlong to go,

Gallant Boy pulls away from Samurai by a half a length.

That horse wants to run.

Gallant Boy moving out by a length.

It's Gallant Boy moving away.

And at the wire it's Gallant Boy!

CALHOUN: Go, baby! Go! Go! Go!

Yeah! We won!

(all cheer)

Uh, Mr. Calhoun?

I thought I saw Gallant Boy hyperextend

in that first turn.

I best get down there and take a look.

If you'll excuse me.

CALHOUN: Yeah, you do that, Kincaid.

You know, that old Kincaid's a real worrier,

but that's what a good trainer's paid to do.

He looked more scared than worried, Wes.

Nah. That's all it was, Walker.

Well, Max,

what do you think of my Gallant Boy?

That is one terrific horse, Wes.

And an expensive one too.

You get what you pay for, honey.

So, what do you think of my horse, Jo?

Gallant Boy's great, Mr. Calhoun,

but I think my horse, Rainbow's End, can beat him.

Ha-ha-ha. Well, you just enter him

in next month's Texas Derby,

and we'll see what he can do.

The nomination fee is $50,000.

We just don't have it this year.

We're gonna have next season, though.

We will.

MRS. CALHOUN: If that rookie colt of yours

is as good as Jo says he is,

he's gonna give Gallant Boy a run for his money.

Speaking of which, let's go to the winner's circle.

You coming, Walker? Alex?

That's okay. Go ahead.

Suit yourself. Catch you later.

Come on, Mother. Walker, you come out

and see us, will you, now? You bet.

You too, Miss Cahill.

I'd love to, and, please, call me Alex.

Bye, Walker. Bye, honey.

I like this racetrack crowd of yours.

Do you know how much it cost me

to lose that race down there?

Do you know the difference in stud fee

between an unbeaten horse and a beaten horse?

Do you?

No, sir.

No. I didn't think so.

Well, let me clue you in, Mr. Holt.

It cost millions.

Millions.

Now, since you don't know anything,

I guess we're gonna have to go have a chat

with Mr. Calhoun's trainer, Mr. Lee Kincaid.

Hey!

I have been looking all over for you.

What do you want, Kincaid?

What the hell were you doing out there?

I told you to hold him back.

Yeah, and Mr. Calhoun said that if I did,

that I'd never get to race again.

So if you got a problem with that,

maybe you ought to take it up with Mr. Calhoun.

Lee? Come on.

I'll drive Gallant Boy back to the ranch with you.

♪ It was a long time comin' ♪

♪ Like a train Around a bend ♪

♪ I could hear The whistle blowin' ♪

♪ And enough was said And then ♪

♪ She took me To the cleaners... ♪

(radio shuts off)

So how's Gallant Boy's leg?

Oh, he's fine.

Well, we'll show them at the Texas Derby.

(laughs)

Yeah.

What the...?

(tires screech)

(horse whinnies)

What the hell do you want, Crown?

We didn't get what we paid for, Mr. Kincaid.

You can have your money back.

I don't want my money back.

You son of a... (grunts)

You yellow-livered punk!

Your horse should've lost.

That's a Rancho Calhoun thoroughbred

you're talking about, mister. My horses run to win.

And don't you be telling me what I gotta do.

Cheating ain't Wes Calhoun's style.

Well, I'm sorry you feel that way.

Ah!

It's all his fault. It wasn't my fault.

I don't care whose fault it was.

No, no! Don't!

Give me the gun.

(horse snorting)

(distressed whinny)

That ought to slow him down.

Let's go.

(car starts)

(tires squeal)

( 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 ♪

TRIVETTE: I checked out Wes Calhoun.

Doesn't have an enemy in the world.

WALKER: What about Lee Kincaid?

TRIVETTE: Worked for Calhoun six years.

He didn't have a criminal record.

Why?

Well, during the race,

when Gallant Boy was closing in on Samurai,

I was watching him.

And he looked really worried.

And then when Gallant Boy won,

that worry turned to fear.

You think the jockey was supposed to throw the race?

It's worth looking into.

That would be me. Yeah. I'm outta here.

All right. Where are you going?

I'm gonna go see, uh, Max Elson.

Hey, Walker.

Hey, Max.

You're just in time for some nice fresh coffee.

Go ahead and help yourself.

Thanks.

Look at her out there.

Doesn't she look good?

She sure can ride.

I guess you heard about Wes Calhoun and Lee Kincaid.

Boy. And that horse too. Gallant Boy.

God, Walker, who would do such a thing?

I don't know, Max. That's I'm trying to find out.

So how's everything going out here?

Fine. Fine. Real good.

We've been friends a long time, Max.

You can be straight with me.

If I don't make some money real fast,

we're gonna lose this ranch.

Jo!

Honey! What in the name of all that's holy are you doing?

Come on. Rainbow's End is our only chance

to make some real money.

How could you risk him on a fence?

Daddy, I'm sorry. You're right.

But you know how Rainbow and I get when we're riding.

Hi, Walker.

Hi, honey.

Good to see you.

Hey.

Sorry.

Do you really think

that Rainbow's End has a chance

of winning the Texas Derby?

More than a chance.

He'd win.

I know he would.

We can just never get together that $50,000 fee.

Maybe we can find a sponsor.

Well, to do that, we gotta get the word out on him.

But how do we do that?

I think I may have an idea.

( upbeat theme playing)

Man!

That stud is faster than double-clutched lightning.

I tell you what, if this thing is correct,

then you got yourself

a hell of a winning horse there, Mr. Elson.

MAX: Well, I'll tell you what, sir.

Your watch is right. I can guarantee that.

Then I got myself

one big old grizzly bear of a story.

(laughs)

Thank you, Red. Listen, I...

I gotta go if I'm gonna make that evening deadline.

MAX: You go. Thanks, Red.

So, what did he think?

I think we got the story we want, honey.

Ha-ha-ha! Great Job.

Oh, you did a good job.

C.D.: What a story!

Cordell, have you all read this paper?

Yeah, we all have.

Well, good. I'm gonna read it to you again.

"It was an amazing morning for this reporter

"meeting Max Elson,

"one-time world bull-riding champion,

"his pretty teenage daughter Jo,

and their incredible thoroughbred, Rainbow's End."

"Incredible thoroughbred," huh?

Not bad.

Well, this should be very helpful.

"Armstrong listed the best workout times

"for the horses entered in the derby,

"and the Rainbow's End beats them all,

including Samurai."

Yay! Good article.

I'll get the food. Thank you.

Whoo! Thanks, C.D.

Walker, I don't know how to thank you enough.

Well, we don't have a sponsor yet, Max.

He has one now.

Boss, you'd better come see this.

MAN (on TV): And in a turn of events

right out of a Hollywood script,

the entry fee for the Texas Derby

was donated by Mrs. Sally Calhoun,

widow of Wes Calhoun.

Wes Calhoun was the owner and popular horse breeder

who was shot and killed last week

only hours after his horse, Gallant Boy, won.

What do you know about this horse, Holt?

Only what I read in the Chronicle.

Two-year-old. Won a couple of races this year.

Bush-track venues mostly.

Supposedly has big speed

and more than his share of heart.

Well, I don't know about his speed,

but I'm sure his heart will bleed

just like Gallant Boy's.

( suspenseful theme playing)

( upbeat theme playing)

That's what speed and beauty are all about.

Hah! Record time. Look.

(laughs)

Man.

A rookie 2-year-old

just broke the track record for the half-mile.

If that Rainbow's End can keep that up for a mile and a half,

he is definitely the horse to beat.

Hey.

Hey. Hey, baby.

Turn your head this way.

Feels good, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Hiya, Jo.

Hey, Walker.

How'd Rainbow do today?

Broke yesterday's time.

Handicappers don't know what to make of it.

Ha-ha. Well, don't forget the bookies.

Oh, no, we couldn't do that.

So how are you doing?

You nervous?

No, I'm not nervous.

I'm excited.

Okay.

I'm a little afraid too.

Well, there's nothing wrong with fear.

What do you mean?

Well, fear has its own energy.

What you have to do is make it work for you,

not against you.

Okay?

Okay.

I think I know what you're trying to tell me.

Good.

HOLT: Hey, crip! Wait up.

Hey!

What's going on there?

( dramatic theme playing)

Look, I got a lot of funny things to do today.

Talking to you guys isn't one of them.

But you haven't heard our proposition yet.

Yeah. We worked real hard on getting it just right.

WALKER: Let's hear it. then.

Morning, Ranger.

You have something to tell my friend?

Oh, we're just being sociable,

saying hello.

Well, you said hello. Now say goodbye.

Who the hell do you think you are

telling us what to do?

You think we're afraid of that badge?

No. I can see you're not smart enough for that.

Why, you... (grunts)

You've made some bad enemies today, Walker.

That makes me real sad.

Come on.

Crown's hired gun wasn't lying, Walker.

You know that.

Well, they'll have to get in line, Max.

Let's go.

Hello, Mrs. Calhoun.

Oh, Ranger Walker.

Ranger Trivette. Ma'am.

How you doing, ma'am?

Uh, well as I can.

Did you want to see me about something?

Yes, ma'am. We're investigating the murder of your husband.

Did he mention anything about James Lee Crown?

As a matter of fact, he did.

Gallant Boy lost his last three races

to Crown's horse, Samurai.

Wes suspected that his jockey

had pulled Gallant Boy back.

He told him if he ever did that again,

he'd have his license pulled.

Did your husband think Crown had anything to do with it?

I think he suspected it,

but he never could prove it.

Ma'am, that's what I don't understand.

We went over those races,

and none of those purses were all that large.

Ten, 15,000 at a shot.

It's not the size of the purse that matters.

It's the record.

An undefeated thoroughbred

is a very valuable commodity.

Why, in the last six months,

Samurai's value has gone from under $1 million

to over 5 million.

Of course, that loss to Gallant Boy

knocked it down a bit.

Well, what if he wins the Texas Derby?

His stud fees alone

would amount to over $10 million a year.

Pretty good reason for murder.

Yeah.

Goodbye. See you later.

HOLT: I don't know, Mr. Crown.

With Ranger Walker in their corner,

I got a feeling these folks are gonna be real hard to scare.

Well, then maybe fear's not the way to go.

WOMAN: Tell us, Jo,

with the biggest race of your life coming up,

are you a little scared?

A little.

But you gotta make fear work for you,

not against you.

Besides, Rainbow's the best horse in the whole world.

Aren't you, Rainbow?

Well, now, if you truly believe that,

then you put your money where your mouth is.

I tell you what,

let's just forget about this Texas Derby thing for a while.

This is $1 million,

and it says that my horse, Samurai,

can beat your horse, Rainbow's End, head to head.

Mr. Crown, you're suggesting a match race?

Yes, ma'am, I am.

One and a half miles.

Flat out, your horse against mine.

Winner takes all.

We don't have $1 million to put up.

Well, I tell you what,

why don't you put up Rainbow's End in lieu of the $1 million?

Now, come on. Didn't you just say that your horse

is the best horse in the whole wide world?

Well, prove it.

Daddy?

He's your horse, honey.

Heh. All right.

If you're afraid that Rainbow's End will lose to my horse,

that's fine.

Just don't go around bragging about how it can.

Okay, mister.

You got yourself a race.

You sure about that, Jo?

No.

But Rainbow's gonna kick Samurai's butt.

(laughs)

This was brilliant, Mr. Crown.

The publicity off this race

gotta be worth millions in stud fees.

Yeah, if we win.

Oh, we'll win.

I want you boys to go out to that ranch

and give that little girl something

that might keep her up at night.

What do you have in mind?

She sure does love that daddy of hers, doesn't she?

(snickers)

You know, I've been thinking lately, honey.

Yeah? There are some serious things

I wanna talk to you about.

Sit down. Sit down a minute and listen to me.

Okay.

I'm listening.

You have become such a beautiful young woman.

Oh, Daddy, come on.

I think you're just a little prejudiced.

No, no, no, no.

No, you have. Yes, sir, you have.

But what with all this responsibility

you had to take on,

I'm just afraid you haven't had time to really be a kid.

And that's my fault.

What with you having to look after me and all...

Dad.

You don't have to apologize for that.

I do it because I love you,

and I haven't missed a thing in my life.

Well, honey, you know how tough it is

for this pride of mine to bend.

You've made it easy for me to accept help

without feeling less of a man.

That is a very special and rare gift.

I want you to know that.

Thanks, Daddy.

Well, I'm gonna go down to the track and check on Rainbow.

You wanna come with?

No. I got things I gotta do in the barn,

but you give him a big hello for me, will you?

I will.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you, honey. Bye-bye.

Bye, Daddy. (truck starts)

(gate creaks)

Hey, honey. What happened? You forget something?

No, dear. I didn't forget a thing.

What do you guys want, huh?

Hey, crip.

Oh!

(coughs)

(grunts)

Dad?

Daddy?

( dramatic theme playing)

Dad?

Daddy?

Daddy!

Daddy?

Daddy?

Daddy, what happened?

Oh, God!

Oh, Daddy. Oh, Daddy. Are you okay?

Are you okay?

MAX: I can't say for sure

they were Crown's boys, Walker.

They were wearing ski masks.

I just wish I could be more help.

Hi.

Feels like they used me as a human punching bag,

which they sure as heck did.

But I guess I don't feel any worse

than after I won that first bull-riding championship.

Daddy, no one was trying to kill you back then.

Well, why don't you tell that to the last bull I rode?

You remember him, Walker,

that big old white honker, Volcano?

Yeah. Big black spot on him.

Broken right horn.

MAX: Yeah.

Now that was a beating, Jo.

How's Rainbow?

Fine.

We have track security watching him.

MAX: How about you?

You ready to win that race tomorrow?

Got your head right, your priorities straight?

Yeah.

Yeah, Dad, my priorities are straight.

I'm quitting.

Dad, I'm pulling out.

They almost killed you. Next time, they might.

I'm not gonna let you quit, Jo.

(crying)

Honey, you remember when that...?

That bull slammed me up against the wall

and that doctor said I wouldn't ever walk again?

Well, I was ready to pack it all in.

But my best friend wouldn't let me.

He told me when somebody surrenders to something evil,

it just hurts the whole world.

So just like Walker wouldn't allow me to quit,

I'm not gonna allow you to quit.

Okay, Daddy.

I won't quit.

CROWN: All right, listen to me,

and listen good.

As you know, I have a lot at stake here,

and I will not take any chances.

Now, Mr. Barber,

I want you to put this in that horse's food.

This much, no more.

Believe me, this will slow that horse down.

What if I put in more than that?

Don't.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(grunts)

How's it going, officer?

Okay.

Where's Andrews?

Oh, he's got the flu, so I'm taking over.

Take care. Yeah, you too.

CROWN: You put it all in his food?

You said not to take any chances.

(sighs)

He's gonna be lucky

if he even gets out of the gate.

JO: what is it, Rainbow?

What's the matter, boy, huh?

MAN (over PA): Ladies and gentlemen,

15 minutes to post.

Ah, perk up, kid. The old man's here.

Hey, Daddy, when did you get out of the hospital?

He insisted.

And they were glad to get rid of him too.

You better believe it. I raised all kind of Cain.

Everything set up here, huh? How's our big old boy doing?

Fine, I guess.

MAN: Oh, easy, easy.

What's wrong, Jo?

I can't put my finger on it,

but something's bothering him.

(horse whinnies)

Maybe you should postpone the race, Max.

No, we can't. That'd be a forfeit.

Crown would get Rainbow.

Anyone been near the stall?

Just the stableman.

MAX: Don't worry. It's a big day.

Rainbow feels it too.

He's just nervous, like all of us.

(bugle honks)

There you go, honey.

Showtime.

(whinnies)

(whinnying)

Good luck.

Remember what you said about fear having its own energy?

Right now, I'm full to the brim.

Then go out there and win.

I will.

See you at the finish line, Daddy.

I'll be there, sweetheart.

(whinnying)

You want to take him to the track?

I'll see you after the race.

Hope it's in the winner's circle.

Me too.

Let's go talk to the stableman.

MAN (over PA): Eight minutes to post time.

(spectators applaud)

The horses are now entering the track

for today's special featured mile-and-a-half match race

between Samurai and Rainbow's End.

( dramatic theme playing)

(grunting)

(whinnies)

CROWN: Oh, my.

It looks like Rainbow's End is a tad under the weather,

Mr. Holt.

Not Samurai, Mr. Crown.

He's looking fine.

Looks like he is frisky and ready to run.

Yes, sir, he sure does.

It's all right, baby. It's just like any other race.

(sighs); Yeah. Who am I kidding?

The horses are approaching the starting gate.

Here we go.

All right, easy.

That's good.

Whoa! (whinnying)

Whoa. Come on.

Right there.

Good, easy.

(whinnying)

JO: Rainbow, what's the matter?

What's the matter, boy, huh?

(whinnying)

What is it, boy, huh?

What's wrong?

Trivette.

Stableman?

Yeah.

He's still alive.

Someone's taken his ID.

So they could get to Rainbow.

I've got to stop the race.

All right. I'll take care of him.

(whinnying)

(whinnying)

( suspenseful theme playing)

The flag is up.

(bell rings)

And they're off!

Samurai breaks high to the inside.

Rainbow's End stumbles from the gate.

JO: Come on, Rainbow. Come on.

Let's go, boy. Come on.

Samurai coming away. Samurai by five lengths.

Keep on, boy. Let's go. Let's win. Come on.

(all cheering)

Rainbow's End is faltering.

Samurai ahead by 10.

Samurai extends his lead to 15 lengths

as they go by the grandstand for the first time.

Samurai by 20.

Rainbow's End continues to struggle.

This race is over, folks.

It looks like all that hype about Rainbow's End

was just that: hype.

Samurai by 25 lengths.

Samurai by 30 and 3.

Come on.

Come on, Rainbow.

Come on. I know you can do it.

Come on. Let's go, boy.

Oh, Rainbow, I can't lose you.

It's still Samurai by 30.

JO: You gotta win, boy. Come on!

Rainbow's End

seems to be picking up the pace slightly,

but it's way too little and far too late.

Samurai by 25. Samurai by 20.

Rainbow's End is beginning to charge.

Samurai's lead is cut to 15 lengths.

Go! Go! Go!

Around the far turn,

it's Samurai by 12 lengths.

Samurai by 10 into the stretch.

And here comes Rainbow's End!

Go, Rainbow! One time!

Come on, Jo.

CROWN: What is keeping that horse up?

( triumphant theme playing)

It's Samurai by six,

but Rainbow's End is driving.

Samurai by four.

Samurai by two.

It's Rainbow's End driving hard.

Samurai by a half-length.

Rainbow's End moving alongside.

They are neck and neck.

Samurai and Rainbow's End.

Rainbow's End and Samurai.

Rainbow's End by a nose! And he wins it!

Rainbow's End wins it by a nose

in an amazing come-from-behind victory!

Yeah!

Hey, I just spotted that stableman.

He's right down there.

No!

Oh, my God.

What's the matter, Rainbow?

Help!

Hang in there, Rainbow.

Help!

Somebody help!

Please, help me!

Hold on, Rainbow.

(panting)

(whinnying) It's okay.

It's okay, Rainbow.

It's okay. It's okay.

What happened? What kept that horse up?

You're under arrest.

TRIVETTE: Walker.

He make a statement?

Guy wouldn't shut up.

Alex is putting it together.

So how's Rainbow?

Not good, I'm afraid.

Walker, I can't tell Jo what the vet said.

I just can't.

I'll go talk to her.

( tender theme playing)

JO (crying): Please don't die.

Please, don't.

Walker, he's dying.

I can feel it.

Jo. It's okay, boy. It's okay.

Your horse won this race today

with all that poison in his system.

He's got a big heart.

Don't give up on him yet.

Okay.

(police siren wailing)

(tires squeal)

(indistinct chattering)

♪ She's a bad, bad girl ♪

♪ She's a bad girl ♪

What do you want, Walker?

How about 50 years of your life?

On your stomach.

(gun cocks)

(clicking)

Drop it.

You're under arrest, Crown, for murder.

( dramatic theme playing)

Ah!

Like I said, you're under arrest.

Come on.

(rooster crowing)

(horse grunts)

( tender theme playing)

JO: Walker. Walker, look.

(grunts)

Easy, boy.

Yeah.

Max. Max.

Daddy, look. Walker, do you see?

WALKER: Yeah, I see.

Come on, Rainbow. You can do it.

Come on, Rainbow. JO: You can do it.

Let's get up. Come on.

Come on. Come on, boy. JO: Come on, boy.

WALKER: Come on. Come on.

(grunts)

(whinnies)

Come on.

Rainbow!

(laughing): Hey, Rainbow.

Good boy.

Good boy.

Rainbow, you tough lad.

(laughs)

He's fine.

Whew.

Good boy, yes.

( upbeat theme playing)

( bell rings)

( crowd cheering)

MAN (over PA): And the winner is Rainbow's End!

( light rock action theme playing)

♪ '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 ♪