Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 6, Episode 10 - Rainbow's End - full transcript
A horse owner tries to bolster his horses' value by making sure they win all their races. But when another owner puts a crimp on his plans he kills the man and the trainer who was in his pocket. Walker investigates, and at the same time he tries to help his friend, who wants to put his horse Rainbow's End in the Texas Derby.
( 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 ♪
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 ♪