Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 6, Episode 13 - Tribe - full transcript
Sam Coyote, Walker's friend, the Sheriff at the reservation has been seeing Nora Shannon, an archaeologist who's been working on the reservation. When he proposes and she refuses things between them go bad. At the same time an oil magnate who knows that there's oil under Shannon's site plans to get it. And part of his plans is to kill Nora and frame Coyote. While Walker has no doubt that Coyote's innocent; the Feds don't think so. So in order to keep them from taking Coyote off the reservation and buy some time to prove his innocence, Walker has Coyote's deputy arrest him and with help from the Tribal Judge to stall the Feds.
( light rock action
theme playing)
( solemn theme playing)
You should eat
something, Dr. Shannon.
(sighs)
I know this is a
Neolithic campsite.
Everything indicates it.
Even the Indians here on
the reservation believe it...
but nothing.
(scoffs)
Not a tool or an ornament,
not even an animal bone.
(sighs)
You know...
you could be wrong
about this site.
Maybe you should
try somewhere else.
You were hired to
handle construction
and excavation, Mandell,
not as my adviser.
(engines revving) (gunfire)
(whooping and shouting)
MAN: Go!
Come on.
(grunts)
(grunting)
(moaning)
( somber theme playing)
GEORGE: Hey, Washoe,
how are you doin'?
Good, George. Good to see ya.
(chuckles)
Been a long time, Washoe.
Yeah.
So Sam told you about
what happened, right?
WALKER: Yeah, he did.
What have you come
up with out here, George?
Nothin' much. Got
conflicting stories.
Some people say they saw,
like, jeeps, pickup trucks,
maybe two, 12.
SAM: It happened fast, Washoe.
Nobody saw much.
They were all
running for their lives.
The only thing
everyone agrees on
is the guys who did it
were all wearing war paint.
Any idea who could
have done this?
Tell you right now, it
wasn't anybody from the res.
SAM: Black Fox is right.
We know these people
and we know 'em all.
Everyone's been real
supportive of this dig.
Yeah, very supportive.
Especially, uh, Sam.
He's been very supportive.
(clears throat)
"Very," meaning what?
GEORGE: Meaning,
uh, Dr. Nora Shannon...
She's the archeologist
in charge of the dig.
Remember the time when Sam
fell in love with Sara Bright Path?
Remember that?
Yeah. Sure do.
Yeah, well, this thing he's got
for the doc is, uh, much worse.
Much worse than that.
Black Fox, you talk too much.
(chuckles)
Hey, I'm just talkin' the truth.
Well, Sam, do you mind
if I talk to Dr. Shannon
about what happened down here?
Not at all. In fact, I've been
wanting you to meet her.
(sighs)
Nora.
Hi, Sam.
Well, Cordell Walker, I presume.
Dr. Shannon.
Sam's told me all about you.
Eighty percent of
which I couldn't believe,
it was so fantastic.
The remainder was
simply incredible.
Well, Sam has a
tendency to exaggerate.
(chuckles)
Uh, let's break for dinner.
Join us? Sure.
DR. SHANNON:
Most evidence we have
for the prehistoric hunting
people I'm looking for
has been uncovered
much farther north,
but I believe they were
indigenous to this area
before moving east
and becoming, well,
the Cherokee, Creek, Chippewa...
The great southeastern tribes.
You seem to know a lot
about Native American
history, Dr. Shannon.
(laughs)
It's my passion.
But you're here to, uh,
help investigate this incident,
not listen to me run
on about anthropology.
MANDELL: What's to investigate?
I mean, you got a
half-dozen reservation Indians
who got all liquored up
and decided to pay
us white-eyes back
for all their problems.
That's all.
( tense theme playing)
What do you think, Dr. Shannon?
I think they were men
with paint on their faces.
That's all I'm certain about,
Despite Mr. Mandell's beliefs.
And one other thing.
What's that? Whoever they are,
they're not scaring me off.
( 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 ♪
( somber theme playing)
WALKER: Jack Mandell.
Check first Oklahoma and Texas,
then run him through
the national files.
Any concrete reason why
we're aiming at Mr. Mandell,
or is this strictly in the
Cherokee hunch department?
Just a hunch.
All right. I've been
wrong too many times
to make cracks about
your Cherokee intuition,
so I'll run him down.
If he's a bad
boy, I'll find out.
Okay, great.
Keep your powder dry.
You bet.
(wind blowing, owl hoots)
( chanting, drums beating)
GREAT SPIRIT: Coyote,
is this the woman you
choose for your wife?
Great Spirit, it is.
Woman, is this the man
you choose for your husband?
Great Spirit, it is.
You don't seem to be too happy
about their relationship.
Well, the doc, she's all right.
It's just that... Well,
you know Sam.
You know how he is.
He's fallen real hard.
Gosh, I'd sure hate to see
our buddy get hurt, that's all.
Yeah, I'd hate to see that too.
(vehicle approaching)
Congratulate me, guys. I did it.
Did what?
I asked Nora to marry me.
What?
What did she say?
Nothing. I mean...
I kind of just sprung it on her.
I didn't want her to
rush into a decision,
so I told her to sleep on it.
She's gonna give me
the answer in the mornin',
but I just know,
it's gonna be yes.
(chuckles)
(clears throat)
No.
No?
Do you need more
time to think about it?
No.
And neither do you.
Come on.
Let's forget it, carry
on the way we have.
Forget that I wanna spend
the rest of my life with you?
Well, tell me how,
and I'll give it a try.
Nora.
We need to talk about this.
Sam, we had fun.
Please don't ruin it now.
Ruin it?
I don't understand.
Then I'll make it crystal clear.
My career will not take
the stress of a marriage,
not to you, not to anybody.
Once I leave here, I
leave everything behind.
(snickering)
Come on, Sam. Let's talk.
WALKER: How bad is it, Sam?
As bad as it gets.
I have never, ever
felt this way before.
I'm not naive.
She said that she
was in love with me.
She did.
I'm sure she did.
The first day I saw her, I knew.
She came to the tribal council,
asked for permission to dig.
She was so beautiful.
I didn't think she would
ever look at me twice.
Well, she did, and I knew.
I knew right then and
there that she was the one,
the only one.
(sighs)
But I should have
known better, right?
I mean, how could I
have been so stupid?
You're not stupid, Sam.
Love is never stupid.
But sometimes... it's
just not meant to be.
Maybe if I just went and
saw her one more time.
Maybe if we just
talked one more time.
I don't think
that's a good idea.
But if she only
knew how I felt...
Why don't you just
listen to Washoe, Sam?
Sam, there's nothing worse
than a broken heart,
and only time
helps ease the pain.
Believe me, I know.
But I don't know, Washoe,
and I don't wanna lose her.
(sighs)
So?
What can we do, Washoe?
Not much we can do, George,
except be there
when he needs us.
( uneasy theme playing)
MANDELL: I've had
enough time to study
the core samples and
the geological surveys.
The tribe has no idea
we found enough
oil on the reservation
to drown the entire Southwest.
Yeah?
That's all well
and good, Mandell,
but what about this Dr. Shannon?
Long as she's there,
we can't touch a thing.
And so far, your
efforts to get her to quit
haven't been very
successful, have they?
She's a tough woman
to scare, Mr. Corman.
Well, what are you
gonna do, Mandell?
Don't worry about it.
I'll think of somethin'.
GEORGE: How are you doing, Sam?
You get any sleep last night?
Too much going on
in my head, and heart.
So where's Walker?
He's having breakfast
with Judge Fivekills.
Breakfast, now, you
know what, Sam?
That sounds like
a dang good idea.
What do you say we mosey
on over to Kate Broke Shoulder's
and pile on a stack of hotcakes?
What do you say, huh?
Well, good mornin',
Officer Coyote, sir.
(laughs)
She didn't even look at me.
GEORGE: Forget about
it, Sam. Just let it fall.
I know all the
reasons why I should,
but I can't.
( ominous theme playing)
Hello, Nora.
You're going to insist on
making a scene, aren't you?
No, I don't want a scene.
I just wanna talk to you.
Everything was said yesterday.
Can't we at least try to
be friendly with each other?
I mean, why do we
have to be enemies?
Because, Sam...
it's all you understand.
(men snickering)
( tense theme playing)
Well, Crazy Horse just don't
quite get the message, I guess.
Stay out of this, Garson.
Yeah, Garson.
There's some Injuns who
just don't know their place.
GARSON: Ain't
that the truth, Webb?
We know our place
with the lady, boy.
It's 'cause you had
a little taste, right?
Now you want the whole package.
(laughs)
( rock action theme playing)
(grunting)
Hey, that's enough.
That's enough.
That's enough.
Ah.
So that's how it's
gonna be, huh?
(grunting)
What's going on here?
You're insane.
You're really insane.
GARSON: That's
right, Crazy Horse.
It's clear the lady don't
want no part of your kind.
All right, that's
enough... Officer Coyote.
Now, gentlemen, Dr. Shannon,
I suggest we all retire
to the tribal council chamber
and have
ourselves a little talk.
Well, after hearing both sides
tell their stories,
and from what I
observed personally,
this is my ruling:
You boys will donate $20
each to the orphan fund
for disturbing the peace.
And Sam, you'll donate $50
for throwing the first punch,
although I can
understand the provocation.
Now, George, there'll
be no fine for you
since you tried to stop it and
then acted in self-defense.
Now, Dr. Shannon,
if there is any more trouble
from any of your employees,
I'll be forced to withdraw
your license to dig
on reservation land.
There will be no more
trouble, Judge Fivekills,
if you can restrain
Officer Coyote from
forcing his attentions on me.
Forcing my attentions?
Your Honor...
If Officer Coyote knows
what's good for him,
he will stay clear, ma'am.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Now, you listen good, Coyote.
If you lose your head
again over this woman,
you lose your job with it.
(door closes)
Now,
what's going on
with this investigation
about that raid on the dig?
Any leads?
No, none yet.
Seems like an isolated incident.
Well, let's hope so.
The sauce is perfection itself.
Mmm. The clams have opened
up, I'm about to slide in the pasta.
Hope you and Sam are hungry.
Well, I'm starving.
Good.
Ahem, you know, Washoe,
I'm thinking about starting up
my own, uh, TV cooking show.
Really? Yeah.
I'm gonna call it "Black
Fox, the Cherokee Gourmet."
(laughs)
Yeah. Well,
naturally, I'll have, like,
a live studio
audience to applaud
after I finish up a lovely dish,
and then I present
it with "Hoka hey."
Well, George, I
don't think saying,
"It's a good day to
die" is a great idea
when you're serving food.
I see what you mean.
( uneasy theme playing)
Hey, Sam.
Hey, Coyote, where do
you think you're going?
I'm about to serve
the linguini and clams.
I'm not very hungry.
I'm gonna drive
out to Bitter Water,
and have a talk
with White Eagle.
That's a good idea, Sam.
You think White
Eagle can help him?
Well, it sure won't
hurt anything.
No "hoka hey"?
No "hoka hey."
( uneasy theme playing)
What...? What are
you doing here?
(muffled screaming)
(muffled moans)
(moans)
( somber theme playing)
The murder weapon?
Yeah. Multiple stab wounds.
Yeah, we both know
who killed her, don't we?
Nobody asked you, Mandell.
Does he have an alibi?
Yeah, he says he and his buddies
were playing poker last night.
I don't like this, Washoe.
This looks like the knife
Sam keeps in the jeep.
WALKER: He didn't
come home last night.
Well, maybe he's out
there with White Eagle.
Let's go see if
he's come back yet.
All right.
Hey, fellas. What's up?
When did you get back?
Oh, a few minutes ago.
Did you see White Eagle?
No. He wasn't there,
but I stayed out
there all night anyway,
under the stars.
Saw it all for what it was.
Had a chat with
the Great Spirit,
and everything's gonna be...
( somber theme playing)
(sighs)
Somethin' wrong?
Where's your knife, Sam?
I don't know.
I guess I lost it
out in the boonies.
This your knife, Sam?
SAM: That's mine, but
what's the blood all about?
WALKER: Sam...
Nora was killed last night.
Um, with my knife?
Yeah.
Oh, God.
Nora...
I didn't do it. I, uh...
I just couldn't do that.
We don't think
you killed her, Sam.
No, we don't.
But we got to find out who did.
GARSON: Sam Coyote, sir.
He's your man.
These boys will tell you,
he was all bent out of shape
at the lady for dumpin' him.
Hell, he sucker punched
me when I was just trying
to cool him down.
Yeah, that's right.
Sam Coyote.
He's crazy about her,
and she dumped
him, and we all saw it.
Run this guy down.
He's the only one with any
reason to kill Dr. Shannon.
Sam Coyote, reservation cop.
All right, Mr. Mandell,
you've made your case.
Just trying to help.
We'll check it out.
( ominous theme playing)
(car starts)
(dialing)
Yeah, Mr. Corman?
Mandell.
Yeah, right. That's
why I'm calling.
Everything's on track.
Yeah, I'd, uh...
I'd contact the tribe about
those leases right away.
Okay.
We got a problem, don't we?
Yeah, we do.
Sam has motive
and opportunity, but...
No alibi.
Exactly.
We may believe him, but...
I doubt if a jury will.
Especially a white jury.
No offense, Washoe,
but Dr. Shannon
was a bigtime white
woman, and, well,
Sam's a low-rent Cherokee cop.
Who are they
gonna believe, right?
That's why you're gonna
have to arrest Sam.
What are you talking about?
Well, only the
reservation police
and the FBI can make an
arrest on the reservation.
And if the FBI arrests him?
They're gonna take him
off the reservation for trial.
(sighs): Oh, man.
(vehicle approaching)
( ominous theme playing)
Well, there they are.
Sam Coyote, you have
the right to remain silent.
Hey... If you
give up that right,
anything you say can and
will be used against you
in a court of law. You have
the right for an attorney.
If you can't afford one,
one will be appointed
to you by the court.
Do you understand, Sam?
Of course I do, but why?
Good. Come on down here,
'cause you're under arrest,
for the murder of Nora Shannon.
Sam's already been arrested.
(sighs)
The hard way, huh, Ranger?
He didn't kill Dr. Shannon.
Well, you'll have about
72 hours to prove it.
By then I'll be able
to get a court order
remanding Mr. Coyote
here to FBI custody.
( tense theme playing)
Gentlemen.
(drumming)
(coyote howls)
(chanting, drums beating)
GREAT SPIRIT: Coyote,
is this the woman you
choose for your wife?
Great Spirit, it is.
Woman, is this the man
you choose for your husband?
Great Spirit, it is.
Then be joined as man and wife.
It is not for human
beings to be alone.
Replenish the earth with
your love, my children.
Aho.
(growling)
(cracking sound)
(shrieks)
(gasping)
You okay, Sam?
No, Washoe.
I'm not okay.
I, uh... I don't understand it.
Why would they
wanna kill her? Why?
I don't know.
Washoe,
I just can't stay inside
here and do nothing
while this killer
is out there still.
I am a cop.
I'm sorry, Sam.
Um...
(Sam sighs)
Washoe, go and get him.
Go get the guy that killed Nora.
(sighs)
(groans)
( somber theme playing)
MANDELL: Well,
what's to investigate?
I mean, you got a
half-dozen reservation Indians
who got all liquored up
and decided to pay
us white-eyes back
for all their problems.
Yeah, we both know
who killed her, don't we?
Dispatcher, this is Walker.
Patch me in to
Ranger Headquarters.
I don't have it all yet, Walker.
WALKER: What have you got?
All right, Jack Mandell...
Owns a business
in Seaton, Texas.
It's a small town just this
side of the Oklahoma border.
He also owns a police record.
He's got assault, extortion,
second-degree murder...
released, lack of evidence.
What kind of business?
Mandell drilling and
mining equipment.
Is that important?
Well, it could be.
Trivette, I want you to
run a check on applications
for oil or mineral
leases on the reservation
in the last 48 hours.
And where will you be?
Seaton, Texas.
All right.
I'll get that information to
you as fast as I can dig it up.
Then we'll talk about backup.
You got it.
The federal government
created reservations,
the Bureau of Indian Affairs,
and judges like myself
to administer the law here.
But when it comes
to a high-profile case
like this one,
the FBI come charging
onto the reservation,
want to take control.
Look, judge, I understand
your anger and frustration...
You don't understand
a damn thing, son.
(bangs gavel)
The prisoner Samuel
Coyote is hereby remanded
to the custody of this court
and bound over for trial
before a jury of his peers.
I'm sorry, judge,
but when it comes
to legal hardball,
I'm afraid I carry
the bigger stick.
( ominous theme playing)
(door closes)
He's right, you know.
This is only a delaying action.
He'll be back
with a federal writ
by tomorrow afternoon.
Then it's all up to Washoe now.
DISPATCHER (over
radio): HQ to Walker.
We have a patch-in to
you from Ranger Trivette.
Patch him through.
TRIVETTE (on
radio): Hey, partner.
What'd you find out?
Plenty. We've
got a bigtime outfit
called Silver Ridge
Oil and Mineral.
They just purchased a lease
to search for oil on the land
where Nora Shannon's
archeological site was located.
Quite a coincidence.
Yes, it is.
Got something else for you.
I checked out Jack
Mandell's accounts
with the State Tax Board.
He's been on the
payroll of Silver Ridge Oil
two times in the
past three years.
Who's the head
of Silver Ridge Oil?
Guy named Dick Corman.
Checked him out already too.
Nothing criminal, but
he's he's had his share
of unfair business
practice charges.
Anything else?
Yeah. I'm on my
way to Seaton, Texas,
to back you up.
Not yet, Trivette. I need
you to keep digging.
How deep?
Well, if you can
find the paper trail
that links Corman and Mandell
to conspiracy and
murder, that would help.
Oh, is that all?
Well, if anyone
can do it, you can.
Okay, well... Well,
if you'll excuse me,
I have to get back to digging.
Please, stay in touch.
Okay.
( suspenseful theme playing)
What's he want here?
Maybe he found something out.
Yeah? He'll wish he hadn't.
You do nothing unless I say so.
You got that?
Well, fancy seeing
you here, Walker.
We need to talk, Mandell, alone.
I got no secrets from them.
What you wanna talk about?
How about your connection
to Silver Ridge Oil?
I do a lot of consultin'.
Did you consult them to take
out a lease on reservation land
exactly where
Dr. Shannon was killed?
MANDELL: You're gonna
have to prove that, Walker.
I'm gonna prove it, Mandell,
and I'm gonna prove that you're
the one that killed Dr. Shannon,
and I'm gonna prove that
Dick Corman is involved,
and when I start squeezing him,
he's gonna give you up faster
than you can say "plea bargain."
Good argument.
You just talked yourself
into dyin'. Take him out.
( rock theme playing)
(grunting)
MAN: Get in there.
Take him out.
Oh!
Yeah. (laughs)
That a way. That's it.
What now?
Well, we take him on a
little trip to the Badlands.
MAN: All right.
Get him out of here.
TRIVETTE (over radio): Walker,
this is Trivette. Walker, come in.
You there, Walker? Come in.
What are we supposed
to do about that?
Nothin'. Just remember
what I told you.
Take him way out on 152 East
and make it look
like an accident.
You got it, Mandell.
(starts engine)
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
( tense theme playing)
Hey, Officer Black Fox,
this is Trivette,
Walker's partner.
Have you heard anything
from him in the past few hours?
No, Ranger Trivette.
Walker hasn't called
here. Is there a problem?
I've been trying to contact him.
Last time we touched
base, he said he was heading
to Seaton, Texas, to
check on Jack Mandell.
I'm headin' there right now.
I don't like the sound of this.
It's not like Walker to
leave his partner hangin'.
I'll tell you what, I'll go and
drive down to Seaton myself.
I'll meet you there.
All right. I appreciate it.
(sighs)
Coyote and Fox.
No.
Coyote and Fox.
When we were kids,
all the way till now.
Coyote and Fox
always did it together.
Not this time,
Sam, okay? I can't.
So don't even ask me.
Coyote and Fox,
George, and one other:
Washoe, Cordell Walker.
He could be in trouble, and
you wanna leave me behind?
Sorry, boys.
As much as I'd like to,
I can't be privy to what's
gonna happen here
because I'm an
officer of the court.
The Great Spirit go with you.
Thank you.
Cover your back... both of them.
Thank you.
( rock theme playing)
CHARLIE: where's he goin'?
Charlie, come on. Let's go.
(tires squeal)
(grunting)
(both grunting)
I wonder what's keeping 'em.
They should have been
here a half-hour ago.
Well, you told 'em
to take him way out.
(tires squealing)
It's Walker. Get the guys.
All right, split up.
All right, move.
(indistinct shouting)
(grunts)
Find him and kill him.
MAN: Keep looking.
Hey!
Ah!
So who are these guys?
Don't know, FBI.
Yeah, but they're
shootin' at us.
So we're shooting back.
GARSON: There he is.
Ah!
What's goin' on?
Well, Trivette, we're
just in the middle
of a little gun
battle, that's all.
Where's Walker?
Haven't seen him.
Agh!
COOPERSMITH: Put your
hands up and drop your guns.
WALKER: Mandell, stop.
(tires squeal)
(coughing)
Here's your killer.
All right, let's go.
Am I glad to see you guys.
You okay, Washoe?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Hey, I was calling you
all the way out here.
Why didn't you
answer your radio?
Well, I was just a little
bit tied up, Trivette.
I'm tired of being stuck
back there with the computer
while you're having
all the fun, man.
Does it look like
I was having fun?
Hm?
Cat got your tongue?
Hm?
Sorry.
Thank you.
Well, Washoe,
thanks to you, we got
Sam back on the job,
and there's a very
good possibility
we'll have an oil strike
on the reservation.
I hope so, judge.
That money would
be a good thing,
especially for the kids.
George, good seeing you again.
Thanks for your help, Washoe.
WALKER: Sam... Washoe.
You gonna be okay?
Yeah. Like you always say,
time heals everything, brother.
Yeah, it does.
Thanks.
TRIVETTE: See you next time.
Okay, bye. Take care.
WOMAN: Thank you.
MAN: Thanks for all your help.
WOMAN: Anytime
you want to, come back.
See you, Washoe.
CROWD: Bye.
TRIVETTE: Paper trail expertise.
That's what I'm cursed with.
"Nobody as good as you
at following a
paper trail, Trivette."
Isn't that what you said?
Yep. You're the best.
Well, I'm tired of it.
Man.
You know what we need
is a division of labor.
A division of labor?
Yes, a division of labor.
Okay, okay.
Would it make you happy
if I took a computer class?
You...? You...?
You really would?
No.
You just said you would.
No, I said, "Would
it make you happy?"
That's not fair.
Well, no one said
life was fair, Trivette.
( 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)
( solemn theme playing)
You should eat
something, Dr. Shannon.
(sighs)
I know this is a
Neolithic campsite.
Everything indicates it.
Even the Indians here on
the reservation believe it...
but nothing.
(scoffs)
Not a tool or an ornament,
not even an animal bone.
(sighs)
You know...
you could be wrong
about this site.
Maybe you should
try somewhere else.
You were hired to
handle construction
and excavation, Mandell,
not as my adviser.
(engines revving) (gunfire)
(whooping and shouting)
MAN: Go!
Come on.
(grunts)
(grunting)
(moaning)
( somber theme playing)
GEORGE: Hey, Washoe,
how are you doin'?
Good, George. Good to see ya.
(chuckles)
Been a long time, Washoe.
Yeah.
So Sam told you about
what happened, right?
WALKER: Yeah, he did.
What have you come
up with out here, George?
Nothin' much. Got
conflicting stories.
Some people say they saw,
like, jeeps, pickup trucks,
maybe two, 12.
SAM: It happened fast, Washoe.
Nobody saw much.
They were all
running for their lives.
The only thing
everyone agrees on
is the guys who did it
were all wearing war paint.
Any idea who could
have done this?
Tell you right now, it
wasn't anybody from the res.
SAM: Black Fox is right.
We know these people
and we know 'em all.
Everyone's been real
supportive of this dig.
Yeah, very supportive.
Especially, uh, Sam.
He's been very supportive.
(clears throat)
"Very," meaning what?
GEORGE: Meaning,
uh, Dr. Nora Shannon...
She's the archeologist
in charge of the dig.
Remember the time when Sam
fell in love with Sara Bright Path?
Remember that?
Yeah. Sure do.
Yeah, well, this thing he's got
for the doc is, uh, much worse.
Much worse than that.
Black Fox, you talk too much.
(chuckles)
Hey, I'm just talkin' the truth.
Well, Sam, do you mind
if I talk to Dr. Shannon
about what happened down here?
Not at all. In fact, I've been
wanting you to meet her.
(sighs)
Nora.
Hi, Sam.
Well, Cordell Walker, I presume.
Dr. Shannon.
Sam's told me all about you.
Eighty percent of
which I couldn't believe,
it was so fantastic.
The remainder was
simply incredible.
Well, Sam has a
tendency to exaggerate.
(chuckles)
Uh, let's break for dinner.
Join us? Sure.
DR. SHANNON:
Most evidence we have
for the prehistoric hunting
people I'm looking for
has been uncovered
much farther north,
but I believe they were
indigenous to this area
before moving east
and becoming, well,
the Cherokee, Creek, Chippewa...
The great southeastern tribes.
You seem to know a lot
about Native American
history, Dr. Shannon.
(laughs)
It's my passion.
But you're here to, uh,
help investigate this incident,
not listen to me run
on about anthropology.
MANDELL: What's to investigate?
I mean, you got a
half-dozen reservation Indians
who got all liquored up
and decided to pay
us white-eyes back
for all their problems.
That's all.
( tense theme playing)
What do you think, Dr. Shannon?
I think they were men
with paint on their faces.
That's all I'm certain about,
Despite Mr. Mandell's beliefs.
And one other thing.
What's that? Whoever they are,
they're not scaring me off.
( 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 ♪
( somber theme playing)
WALKER: Jack Mandell.
Check first Oklahoma and Texas,
then run him through
the national files.
Any concrete reason why
we're aiming at Mr. Mandell,
or is this strictly in the
Cherokee hunch department?
Just a hunch.
All right. I've been
wrong too many times
to make cracks about
your Cherokee intuition,
so I'll run him down.
If he's a bad
boy, I'll find out.
Okay, great.
Keep your powder dry.
You bet.
(wind blowing, owl hoots)
( chanting, drums beating)
GREAT SPIRIT: Coyote,
is this the woman you
choose for your wife?
Great Spirit, it is.
Woman, is this the man
you choose for your husband?
Great Spirit, it is.
You don't seem to be too happy
about their relationship.
Well, the doc, she's all right.
It's just that... Well,
you know Sam.
You know how he is.
He's fallen real hard.
Gosh, I'd sure hate to see
our buddy get hurt, that's all.
Yeah, I'd hate to see that too.
(vehicle approaching)
Congratulate me, guys. I did it.
Did what?
I asked Nora to marry me.
What?
What did she say?
Nothing. I mean...
I kind of just sprung it on her.
I didn't want her to
rush into a decision,
so I told her to sleep on it.
She's gonna give me
the answer in the mornin',
but I just know,
it's gonna be yes.
(chuckles)
(clears throat)
No.
No?
Do you need more
time to think about it?
No.
And neither do you.
Come on.
Let's forget it, carry
on the way we have.
Forget that I wanna spend
the rest of my life with you?
Well, tell me how,
and I'll give it a try.
Nora.
We need to talk about this.
Sam, we had fun.
Please don't ruin it now.
Ruin it?
I don't understand.
Then I'll make it crystal clear.
My career will not take
the stress of a marriage,
not to you, not to anybody.
Once I leave here, I
leave everything behind.
(snickering)
Come on, Sam. Let's talk.
WALKER: How bad is it, Sam?
As bad as it gets.
I have never, ever
felt this way before.
I'm not naive.
She said that she
was in love with me.
She did.
I'm sure she did.
The first day I saw her, I knew.
She came to the tribal council,
asked for permission to dig.
She was so beautiful.
I didn't think she would
ever look at me twice.
Well, she did, and I knew.
I knew right then and
there that she was the one,
the only one.
(sighs)
But I should have
known better, right?
I mean, how could I
have been so stupid?
You're not stupid, Sam.
Love is never stupid.
But sometimes... it's
just not meant to be.
Maybe if I just went and
saw her one more time.
Maybe if we just
talked one more time.
I don't think
that's a good idea.
But if she only
knew how I felt...
Why don't you just
listen to Washoe, Sam?
Sam, there's nothing worse
than a broken heart,
and only time
helps ease the pain.
Believe me, I know.
But I don't know, Washoe,
and I don't wanna lose her.
(sighs)
So?
What can we do, Washoe?
Not much we can do, George,
except be there
when he needs us.
( uneasy theme playing)
MANDELL: I've had
enough time to study
the core samples and
the geological surveys.
The tribe has no idea
we found enough
oil on the reservation
to drown the entire Southwest.
Yeah?
That's all well
and good, Mandell,
but what about this Dr. Shannon?
Long as she's there,
we can't touch a thing.
And so far, your
efforts to get her to quit
haven't been very
successful, have they?
She's a tough woman
to scare, Mr. Corman.
Well, what are you
gonna do, Mandell?
Don't worry about it.
I'll think of somethin'.
GEORGE: How are you doing, Sam?
You get any sleep last night?
Too much going on
in my head, and heart.
So where's Walker?
He's having breakfast
with Judge Fivekills.
Breakfast, now, you
know what, Sam?
That sounds like
a dang good idea.
What do you say we mosey
on over to Kate Broke Shoulder's
and pile on a stack of hotcakes?
What do you say, huh?
Well, good mornin',
Officer Coyote, sir.
(laughs)
She didn't even look at me.
GEORGE: Forget about
it, Sam. Just let it fall.
I know all the
reasons why I should,
but I can't.
( ominous theme playing)
Hello, Nora.
You're going to insist on
making a scene, aren't you?
No, I don't want a scene.
I just wanna talk to you.
Everything was said yesterday.
Can't we at least try to
be friendly with each other?
I mean, why do we
have to be enemies?
Because, Sam...
it's all you understand.
(men snickering)
( tense theme playing)
Well, Crazy Horse just don't
quite get the message, I guess.
Stay out of this, Garson.
Yeah, Garson.
There's some Injuns who
just don't know their place.
GARSON: Ain't
that the truth, Webb?
We know our place
with the lady, boy.
It's 'cause you had
a little taste, right?
Now you want the whole package.
(laughs)
( rock action theme playing)
(grunting)
Hey, that's enough.
That's enough.
That's enough.
Ah.
So that's how it's
gonna be, huh?
(grunting)
What's going on here?
You're insane.
You're really insane.
GARSON: That's
right, Crazy Horse.
It's clear the lady don't
want no part of your kind.
All right, that's
enough... Officer Coyote.
Now, gentlemen, Dr. Shannon,
I suggest we all retire
to the tribal council chamber
and have
ourselves a little talk.
Well, after hearing both sides
tell their stories,
and from what I
observed personally,
this is my ruling:
You boys will donate $20
each to the orphan fund
for disturbing the peace.
And Sam, you'll donate $50
for throwing the first punch,
although I can
understand the provocation.
Now, George, there'll
be no fine for you
since you tried to stop it and
then acted in self-defense.
Now, Dr. Shannon,
if there is any more trouble
from any of your employees,
I'll be forced to withdraw
your license to dig
on reservation land.
There will be no more
trouble, Judge Fivekills,
if you can restrain
Officer Coyote from
forcing his attentions on me.
Forcing my attentions?
Your Honor...
If Officer Coyote knows
what's good for him,
he will stay clear, ma'am.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Now, you listen good, Coyote.
If you lose your head
again over this woman,
you lose your job with it.
(door closes)
Now,
what's going on
with this investigation
about that raid on the dig?
Any leads?
No, none yet.
Seems like an isolated incident.
Well, let's hope so.
The sauce is perfection itself.
Mmm. The clams have opened
up, I'm about to slide in the pasta.
Hope you and Sam are hungry.
Well, I'm starving.
Good.
Ahem, you know, Washoe,
I'm thinking about starting up
my own, uh, TV cooking show.
Really? Yeah.
I'm gonna call it "Black
Fox, the Cherokee Gourmet."
(laughs)
Yeah. Well,
naturally, I'll have, like,
a live studio
audience to applaud
after I finish up a lovely dish,
and then I present
it with "Hoka hey."
Well, George, I
don't think saying,
"It's a good day to
die" is a great idea
when you're serving food.
I see what you mean.
( uneasy theme playing)
Hey, Sam.
Hey, Coyote, where do
you think you're going?
I'm about to serve
the linguini and clams.
I'm not very hungry.
I'm gonna drive
out to Bitter Water,
and have a talk
with White Eagle.
That's a good idea, Sam.
You think White
Eagle can help him?
Well, it sure won't
hurt anything.
No "hoka hey"?
No "hoka hey."
( uneasy theme playing)
What...? What are
you doing here?
(muffled screaming)
(muffled moans)
(moans)
( somber theme playing)
The murder weapon?
Yeah. Multiple stab wounds.
Yeah, we both know
who killed her, don't we?
Nobody asked you, Mandell.
Does he have an alibi?
Yeah, he says he and his buddies
were playing poker last night.
I don't like this, Washoe.
This looks like the knife
Sam keeps in the jeep.
WALKER: He didn't
come home last night.
Well, maybe he's out
there with White Eagle.
Let's go see if
he's come back yet.
All right.
Hey, fellas. What's up?
When did you get back?
Oh, a few minutes ago.
Did you see White Eagle?
No. He wasn't there,
but I stayed out
there all night anyway,
under the stars.
Saw it all for what it was.
Had a chat with
the Great Spirit,
and everything's gonna be...
( somber theme playing)
(sighs)
Somethin' wrong?
Where's your knife, Sam?
I don't know.
I guess I lost it
out in the boonies.
This your knife, Sam?
SAM: That's mine, but
what's the blood all about?
WALKER: Sam...
Nora was killed last night.
Um, with my knife?
Yeah.
Oh, God.
Nora...
I didn't do it. I, uh...
I just couldn't do that.
We don't think
you killed her, Sam.
No, we don't.
But we got to find out who did.
GARSON: Sam Coyote, sir.
He's your man.
These boys will tell you,
he was all bent out of shape
at the lady for dumpin' him.
Hell, he sucker punched
me when I was just trying
to cool him down.
Yeah, that's right.
Sam Coyote.
He's crazy about her,
and she dumped
him, and we all saw it.
Run this guy down.
He's the only one with any
reason to kill Dr. Shannon.
Sam Coyote, reservation cop.
All right, Mr. Mandell,
you've made your case.
Just trying to help.
We'll check it out.
( ominous theme playing)
(car starts)
(dialing)
Yeah, Mr. Corman?
Mandell.
Yeah, right. That's
why I'm calling.
Everything's on track.
Yeah, I'd, uh...
I'd contact the tribe about
those leases right away.
Okay.
We got a problem, don't we?
Yeah, we do.
Sam has motive
and opportunity, but...
No alibi.
Exactly.
We may believe him, but...
I doubt if a jury will.
Especially a white jury.
No offense, Washoe,
but Dr. Shannon
was a bigtime white
woman, and, well,
Sam's a low-rent Cherokee cop.
Who are they
gonna believe, right?
That's why you're gonna
have to arrest Sam.
What are you talking about?
Well, only the
reservation police
and the FBI can make an
arrest on the reservation.
And if the FBI arrests him?
They're gonna take him
off the reservation for trial.
(sighs): Oh, man.
(vehicle approaching)
( ominous theme playing)
Well, there they are.
Sam Coyote, you have
the right to remain silent.
Hey... If you
give up that right,
anything you say can and
will be used against you
in a court of law. You have
the right for an attorney.
If you can't afford one,
one will be appointed
to you by the court.
Do you understand, Sam?
Of course I do, but why?
Good. Come on down here,
'cause you're under arrest,
for the murder of Nora Shannon.
Sam's already been arrested.
(sighs)
The hard way, huh, Ranger?
He didn't kill Dr. Shannon.
Well, you'll have about
72 hours to prove it.
By then I'll be able
to get a court order
remanding Mr. Coyote
here to FBI custody.
( tense theme playing)
Gentlemen.
(drumming)
(coyote howls)
(chanting, drums beating)
GREAT SPIRIT: Coyote,
is this the woman you
choose for your wife?
Great Spirit, it is.
Woman, is this the man
you choose for your husband?
Great Spirit, it is.
Then be joined as man and wife.
It is not for human
beings to be alone.
Replenish the earth with
your love, my children.
Aho.
(growling)
(cracking sound)
(shrieks)
(gasping)
You okay, Sam?
No, Washoe.
I'm not okay.
I, uh... I don't understand it.
Why would they
wanna kill her? Why?
I don't know.
Washoe,
I just can't stay inside
here and do nothing
while this killer
is out there still.
I am a cop.
I'm sorry, Sam.
Um...
(Sam sighs)
Washoe, go and get him.
Go get the guy that killed Nora.
(sighs)
(groans)
( somber theme playing)
MANDELL: Well,
what's to investigate?
I mean, you got a
half-dozen reservation Indians
who got all liquored up
and decided to pay
us white-eyes back
for all their problems.
Yeah, we both know
who killed her, don't we?
Dispatcher, this is Walker.
Patch me in to
Ranger Headquarters.
I don't have it all yet, Walker.
WALKER: What have you got?
All right, Jack Mandell...
Owns a business
in Seaton, Texas.
It's a small town just this
side of the Oklahoma border.
He also owns a police record.
He's got assault, extortion,
second-degree murder...
released, lack of evidence.
What kind of business?
Mandell drilling and
mining equipment.
Is that important?
Well, it could be.
Trivette, I want you to
run a check on applications
for oil or mineral
leases on the reservation
in the last 48 hours.
And where will you be?
Seaton, Texas.
All right.
I'll get that information to
you as fast as I can dig it up.
Then we'll talk about backup.
You got it.
The federal government
created reservations,
the Bureau of Indian Affairs,
and judges like myself
to administer the law here.
But when it comes
to a high-profile case
like this one,
the FBI come charging
onto the reservation,
want to take control.
Look, judge, I understand
your anger and frustration...
You don't understand
a damn thing, son.
(bangs gavel)
The prisoner Samuel
Coyote is hereby remanded
to the custody of this court
and bound over for trial
before a jury of his peers.
I'm sorry, judge,
but when it comes
to legal hardball,
I'm afraid I carry
the bigger stick.
( ominous theme playing)
(door closes)
He's right, you know.
This is only a delaying action.
He'll be back
with a federal writ
by tomorrow afternoon.
Then it's all up to Washoe now.
DISPATCHER (over
radio): HQ to Walker.
We have a patch-in to
you from Ranger Trivette.
Patch him through.
TRIVETTE (on
radio): Hey, partner.
What'd you find out?
Plenty. We've
got a bigtime outfit
called Silver Ridge
Oil and Mineral.
They just purchased a lease
to search for oil on the land
where Nora Shannon's
archeological site was located.
Quite a coincidence.
Yes, it is.
Got something else for you.
I checked out Jack
Mandell's accounts
with the State Tax Board.
He's been on the
payroll of Silver Ridge Oil
two times in the
past three years.
Who's the head
of Silver Ridge Oil?
Guy named Dick Corman.
Checked him out already too.
Nothing criminal, but
he's he's had his share
of unfair business
practice charges.
Anything else?
Yeah. I'm on my
way to Seaton, Texas,
to back you up.
Not yet, Trivette. I need
you to keep digging.
How deep?
Well, if you can
find the paper trail
that links Corman and Mandell
to conspiracy and
murder, that would help.
Oh, is that all?
Well, if anyone
can do it, you can.
Okay, well... Well,
if you'll excuse me,
I have to get back to digging.
Please, stay in touch.
Okay.
( suspenseful theme playing)
What's he want here?
Maybe he found something out.
Yeah? He'll wish he hadn't.
You do nothing unless I say so.
You got that?
Well, fancy seeing
you here, Walker.
We need to talk, Mandell, alone.
I got no secrets from them.
What you wanna talk about?
How about your connection
to Silver Ridge Oil?
I do a lot of consultin'.
Did you consult them to take
out a lease on reservation land
exactly where
Dr. Shannon was killed?
MANDELL: You're gonna
have to prove that, Walker.
I'm gonna prove it, Mandell,
and I'm gonna prove that you're
the one that killed Dr. Shannon,
and I'm gonna prove that
Dick Corman is involved,
and when I start squeezing him,
he's gonna give you up faster
than you can say "plea bargain."
Good argument.
You just talked yourself
into dyin'. Take him out.
( rock theme playing)
(grunting)
MAN: Get in there.
Take him out.
Oh!
Yeah. (laughs)
That a way. That's it.
What now?
Well, we take him on a
little trip to the Badlands.
MAN: All right.
Get him out of here.
TRIVETTE (over radio): Walker,
this is Trivette. Walker, come in.
You there, Walker? Come in.
What are we supposed
to do about that?
Nothin'. Just remember
what I told you.
Take him way out on 152 East
and make it look
like an accident.
You got it, Mandell.
(starts engine)
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
( tense theme playing)
Hey, Officer Black Fox,
this is Trivette,
Walker's partner.
Have you heard anything
from him in the past few hours?
No, Ranger Trivette.
Walker hasn't called
here. Is there a problem?
I've been trying to contact him.
Last time we touched
base, he said he was heading
to Seaton, Texas, to
check on Jack Mandell.
I'm headin' there right now.
I don't like the sound of this.
It's not like Walker to
leave his partner hangin'.
I'll tell you what, I'll go and
drive down to Seaton myself.
I'll meet you there.
All right. I appreciate it.
(sighs)
Coyote and Fox.
No.
Coyote and Fox.
When we were kids,
all the way till now.
Coyote and Fox
always did it together.
Not this time,
Sam, okay? I can't.
So don't even ask me.
Coyote and Fox,
George, and one other:
Washoe, Cordell Walker.
He could be in trouble, and
you wanna leave me behind?
Sorry, boys.
As much as I'd like to,
I can't be privy to what's
gonna happen here
because I'm an
officer of the court.
The Great Spirit go with you.
Thank you.
Cover your back... both of them.
Thank you.
( rock theme playing)
CHARLIE: where's he goin'?
Charlie, come on. Let's go.
(tires squeal)
(grunting)
(both grunting)
I wonder what's keeping 'em.
They should have been
here a half-hour ago.
Well, you told 'em
to take him way out.
(tires squealing)
It's Walker. Get the guys.
All right, split up.
All right, move.
(indistinct shouting)
(grunts)
Find him and kill him.
MAN: Keep looking.
Hey!
Ah!
So who are these guys?
Don't know, FBI.
Yeah, but they're
shootin' at us.
So we're shooting back.
GARSON: There he is.
Ah!
What's goin' on?
Well, Trivette, we're
just in the middle
of a little gun
battle, that's all.
Where's Walker?
Haven't seen him.
Agh!
COOPERSMITH: Put your
hands up and drop your guns.
WALKER: Mandell, stop.
(tires squeal)
(coughing)
Here's your killer.
All right, let's go.
Am I glad to see you guys.
You okay, Washoe?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Hey, I was calling you
all the way out here.
Why didn't you
answer your radio?
Well, I was just a little
bit tied up, Trivette.
I'm tired of being stuck
back there with the computer
while you're having
all the fun, man.
Does it look like
I was having fun?
Hm?
Cat got your tongue?
Hm?
Sorry.
Thank you.
Well, Washoe,
thanks to you, we got
Sam back on the job,
and there's a very
good possibility
we'll have an oil strike
on the reservation.
I hope so, judge.
That money would
be a good thing,
especially for the kids.
George, good seeing you again.
Thanks for your help, Washoe.
WALKER: Sam... Washoe.
You gonna be okay?
Yeah. Like you always say,
time heals everything, brother.
Yeah, it does.
Thanks.
TRIVETTE: See you next time.
Okay, bye. Take care.
WOMAN: Thank you.
MAN: Thanks for all your help.
WOMAN: Anytime
you want to, come back.
See you, Washoe.
CROWD: Bye.
TRIVETTE: Paper trail expertise.
That's what I'm cursed with.
"Nobody as good as you
at following a
paper trail, Trivette."
Isn't that what you said?
Yep. You're the best.
Well, I'm tired of it.
Man.
You know what we need
is a division of labor.
A division of labor?
Yes, a division of labor.
Okay, okay.
Would it make you happy
if I took a computer class?
You...? You...?
You really would?
No.
You just said you would.
No, I said, "Would
it make you happy?"
That's not fair.
Well, no one said
life was fair, Trivette.
( 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 ♪