All language subtitles for Walker, Texas Ranger - S02E22-E23 - The Reunion (480p x265 EDGE2020).eng

MAN ( over PA ):
Go!

( mellow theme playing )

( gunshots )

( indistinct chatter )

Randy McNally completes
his practice round

in 42 seconds
with a score of 85.

Eighty-five.

That last target.
I can't believe it.

Ninety.

Eat your heart out,
McNally.

I'm up.

Say your prayers,
mates.

It's gonna take more than prayer
if Walker gets here.

I'm only gonna
say this once, man:

It's time the younger generation
took over.

Okay, up next,

James Trivette, Texas Ranger.

Two.

One. Go.
( beep )

Ranger Trivette completes
his practice round

in 36 seconds
with a score of 97.

( applause )

MAN:
That's pretty good, man.

So how'd you do?

Ninety-seven,
36 seconds.

That's good shooting.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yes, it is.

Oh, yeah.
It's your turn.

You wanna borrow my,
uh, glasses and my...

No, thanks.
I won't need 'em.

Yeah.

Next up,
Ranger Cordell Walker.

Two. One. Go!

( beep )

( action theme playing )

Cordell Walker completes
his practice round

in 34 seconds
with a perfect score.

Perfect score.

Yeah.

Better luck next year.

That's what you said
last year.

Kids were really upset.

They wanted to say
goodbye here.

Baby, two hours after
they get up to the lake

and their grandparents been
waitin' on them hand and foot,

they're gonna forget
all about me.

I'll bring 'em some souvenirs
back from Dallas.

They'll forgive me.

Yeah, just bring home
the medal, okay?

I'll try my best.

Just make sure you don't
forget about me, okay?

Okay.

Bye.
Bye.

Burke. K.C.P.D.

Thank you.

WOMAN:
Be a good little girl.

( toilet flushes )

( man whistling )

( ominous theme playing )

I'm sorry, friend.

Could you give me
a hand with that?

Sure.

There you go.

Thank you very much.

My goodness, that's
a gun case, isn't it?

Huh?

Yeah, I used to do
a little shooting myself

when I was in
better condition, you know?

( chuckling )

I'm going to Dallas
to the nationals.

You are?

Well, so am I...

Officer Burke.

Ah!

WOMAN:
Thank you.

You're clear to board,
Officer Burke.

Thank you.

Have a pleasant flight.

Thank you.

( light rock
action theme playing )

( country music playing )

C.D.:
Oh, Cordell,
you're a hell of a shot,

but you should've seen
old Rooney, Dodge and Selkirk.

Yes, sirree.

They could put six up
in a circle

no bigger
than a mouse's ear.

Pull that over
to the left, will ya?

No, no, no.
It's off-center.

Oh, you're both wrong.
Move it to the right.

Senator Knox,
what's your stance

on freedom of choice?

Choice.

I think choice
is very important.

C.D.:
No, Mabel.

It should be more
to the left.

Look. Can't you see?

MABEL:
Uh...yeah.

I don't think
you can see

much of anything.

You guys are worse
than an old married couple.

C.D.:
Hey, Jimmy,

have you ever heard
of Laredo Jake Boyd?

Aw, he was something else,
let me tell ya.

Knock the bark off
a hickory sapling.

Yes, sirree.

Melt the needles right off
a cactus with his face.

You reckon
Laredo'll make it?

I don't know.

Sure like
to see him though.

What is it with
this Boyd character?

Well, if you ever get
a chance to meet him,

you'll find out.

REPORTER:
And how do you feel
about gun control?

KNOX:
I feel very honored
to have been chosen

to award this year's trophies
in the law enforcement

pistol competition.

As a matter of fact,
I'll be in Dallas shortly.

As a gun owner and a sportsman,

I believe in
the rights guaranteed

by the second amendment,

but on the other hand,
I also believe

that there are those
individuals in this society

who should not,

under any circumstances,
have access to guns.

You believe this guy?

He commits to everything
and nothing at the same time.

And when you're good at it,

every fool in the world
wants your opinion.

Even if it isn't
worth a damn?

( clears throat )

Excuse me, I'd like
to introduce you,

all of you,
to Alisha Holmes.

This is Ranger--

James Trivette.

Ranger Trivette.

Ranger Walker.

And C.D. Parker.

How do you do?
It's a pleasure.

The governor has
offered Senator Knox

a Ranger security detail.

You two were
at the top of the list.

Of course.

You didn't take me seriously,

what I was saying.

I-I'm always
commenting on TV

news conferences.
It's kind of a...

habit with me.

Tell her.

ALISHA:
Gentlemen,

I'm sure security's
foremost in your minds.

Senator Knox is flying in

from Houston today.

If you need anything
or if you have

any suggestions,
I'd be more than happy

to hear them.

TRIVETTE:
Why us?

Why do our names
always come up?

There are a hundred-plus
Rangers, right?

But it's always us.

Why is that?
Fate.

No, there's no
such thing as fate.

I'll tell you
what it is.

Alex volunteered us
for it.

Now, why would
she do that?

We're her favorite people.

No. You're
her favorite people.

I'm her second
favorite people,

in every sense
of the phrase.

Well, look on
the bright side.

You'll be working
with Miss Holmes.

Yeah, right.

Not after the impression
I made this morning.

Well, just rely
on your charm, big guy.

WOMAN ( over PA ):
--deplaning at gate 45C.

WOMAN:
There she is!

MAN:
They're runnin' late.

GIRL:
Let's watch it take off.

MAN 2:
Taxi! You need a taxi?

MAN 3:
I don't think
they were in there.

Look, I don't
think they were.

MAN 4:
Flight's been delayed!

I don't know.

MAN 5:
I'm sorry, folks.

MAN 3:
It's all right.

MAN 5:
Take care.

MAN 3:
It's all right.

Hey!
What do you want?

You know what I want.
The wallet. Come on.

Give me that wallet.

Walker, look at that guy.

Hey, mister,
Texas Ranger.

MAN:
Airport security!

WALKER:
Easy, easy, easy.

Walker.

How you doing,
Laredo?

Laredo?

Say, give this to that old gent

over there, will ya?

So where ya been? Two years,
no one's heard from ya.

Well, cosmic fluctuation,
Walker.

Guess that's
my only explanation.

Guys.

Guys, we have to go.

The senator's plane
is at the terminal.

BOYD:
We can go to C.D.'s and talk.

And you can bring
this young lady along with you.

That is, if you
trust me with her.

( laughing )

Laredo Jake Boyd,

meet Assistant District
Attorney Alex Cahill.

Ho-ho.
How do you do?

My pleasure.

You can come along anyway.

I don't mean
to be abrupt, Mr. Boyd,

but we really have to go.

Look, I gotta go
pick up this senator.

Why don't you hang around
and I'll give you a lift?

Walker, you know I've been
a Ranger for 30 years.

I don't need a mother hen.

Okay, I'll see you
at C.D.'s later.

Mr. Boyd, it is a pleasure,

but how'd you get
my arm up there?

ALEX:
We gotta go.

I just wanna know--
We gotta go!

Well, now I've seen him.

Now I know
what you're talkin' about.

Yep.

Pretty studly guy, huh?

Sure is.
Whew.

( sighs )

MAN:
There he is. Senator!

WOMAN:
This way, senator!

MAN:
One question, sir.

( chattering )

Alex, good to see you.

It's good to see
you too, senator.

I'd like
to introduce you

to Rangers Walker
and Trivette.

They'll be heading up

your security detail.
Gentlemen.

What did I tell you about
calling me Senator Knox?

And you're
as beautiful as ever.

Say, buddy, I got
a question for ya.

There's a flight
from Denver: 421.

Has it come in yet?

Ah, yes, sir.

We finished
deplaning about

20 minutes ago.
( groans )

Well, look, I'm supposed
to meet a fella here.

His name is Mitchell.
There's a picture of him.

You recognize him?

Disregard the girl in there.

She just happens to be
a Sunday school teacher.

( chuckles )

Look, I'm sorry.

I can't give you
any information

about passengers
or the flight manifest.

You might check
in baggage claims.

He could still be there.

All right. Thank you.

( ominous theme playing )

MAN:
You're telling me
it isn't ready?

MAN 2:
You know, quality
can't be rushed.

This is built
on a Mauser action.

Barrel, 26 inches,
stainless steel.

Twenty-four power
transilluminated scope

and a solenoid trigger.

Now, that has been
adjusted to 2 ounces.

You can run that up
if you wish.

Where's the suppressor?

Ah, yeah.

This is what took the time.

Old Hiram Maxim.

He invented
this in 1908.

I've never seen
a suppressor like this.

You ordered the best,
and this is it.

And these...

I loaded those with

a slow-burning powder.

Makes for
a subsonic bullet.

This .30-caliber rifle

won't make any more
noise than a chicken

breaking wind
in a snowstorm.

( piano playing music )

( indistinct chatter )

Senator,
Congressman Hall.

I'll have
to call him back.

Okay, thanks.

WALKER:
And when you finish with that,

I want you to call
Southwestern Bell.

I want impulse traps
on all the lines

leading to
the senator's suite.

Then I want
a printout sheet

on all the
originating numbers.

Uh, the senator's staff
will do the crosschecking.

Okay. Bye.

Don't you think
their conversation's

a little too friendly?

Have you ever known
a politician

who wasn't too friendly?

Now that you
mention it, no.

You know, if this guy

never takes a position
on anything

and he never
offends anybody,

I don't understand
all this security.

Seems like a lot of expense
for nothing, if you ask me.

Let's hope it's for nothing.
I'll check with you later.

All right.

( crickets chirping )

What happened?

Evade and elude.

Can't be too careful here.

Oh?

You have reason to believe
you're under glass?

No.

( huffs )

Then you be as careful as you'd
like to be, but don't ever

be late again.

( quietly ):
All right.

Used to bring my kid here.

Had infield seats.

Now, they're tearing
the place down.

That's progress, huh?

You're from this area?

Relax. I've been
deceased since 1981.

Still a shame what
they're doing to the place.

It's called change,
gentlemen.

And that's what
we're here to do.

We're here to make a change.

It would be good
if you kept that in mind.

Your assignment is fluid.

Basically,

you're here to conduct
mobile reconnaissance,

surveillance and interdiction
during the operation.

You'll provide security
and guard the flanks

until time of termination,

and that is my assignment.

This is the change
that we're going to make.

This is our target.

Senator Julian Knox.

( country music playing inside )

( C.D. laughing )

( laughing )

Give me your attention,
ladies and gentlemen.

The three judges
for the contest:

Bob Rooney, Frank Dodge,
Billy Selkirk.

Let's hear it for 'em!

( applause and cheering )

You noticed who got
the applause, did you not?

( coughing )

Where's Boyd?

He ain't gonna squirrel out
on us again, is he?

Hey, no squirrels
where I live in, Dodge.

I gotta come to Dallas

and rub shoulders with 'em.

By God, we thought
you'd up and died on us.

Oh, not yet.
Not just yet.

You look like somethin'
the cats dug up,

the dogs wouldn't eat.

Yeah, he do look a little
grubby, don't he?

I think I'll lend him
my razor.
Click.

( all laughing )

( ringing )

C.D.'s.

Okay.

Telephone call
for Officer Ridley Burke!

Ridley Burke!

Yes, sir. Right here.

Yeah. Take it
on that end of the bar.

It's your wife.

Hello?

No, Ms. Burke,
I met him at the range.

Willis. Bud Willis.

Yes, ma'am.

No, he said he went
straight to the range

to get some practice.

That's why he hasn't
checked in yet.

No.

( chuckles ):
No. No.

I wouldn't think there's
any need for concern.

I'd be glad to.
As soon as I see him.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, thank you.

ALL:
♪ Not half as much as me ♪

♪ She cried so
When I left her ♪

♪ It almost
Broke my heart ♪

♪ And if I ever find her ♪

♪ We nevermore
Will part ♪

I'm sorry. Excuse me.
I didn't see you.

Are you
always so jumpy?

Long hours. I'm, uh...

a little edgy,
a little grumpy, I guess.

Sorry.

You a cop too?

No. My ex was.

I feel at home
around these guys.

Jessica Pritchard.

"Jesse" to old friends...

and new ones.

Well, yes, ma'am.

Ridley Burke, sergeant,
Kansas City Police Department.

KNOX:
How long have you been
a Ranger, Trivette?

Little over a year, sir.

Really? You must be
damn proud of yourself.

I know I would be.
Would you like a drink?

Not while I'm on duty, sir.

Ah. Of course.

Duty.

Alex thinks
a great deal of you,

you and that
other Ranger, Walker?

Have you known her long?

A while.

She and I went
to law school together.

Of course, I was
a few years ahead of her,

but we were, uh...

We knew each other.

Can you think
of anything

that would hold Alex
here in Dallas?

I'm not sure what
you mean by "hold her."

Well, like a relationship,
family.

I understand
she's not married.

No, sir,
she's not married.

But I understand you are.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I'd like
to hang out with you boys

until the sun comes up,

but I got to get
my beauty sleep.

I'll give you a lift.

Not necessary.
I'll walk.

Get my stop on the way.

I got this little itch,

and I'd like
to get it scratched.

See ya, parson.

Heh.

He jokes, he drinks,
dances, he sings.

Hell, he's a regular
Fred Astaire.

C.D., you've known him
for...30 years.

Don't you think
it's kind of strange

the way he's been acting?

Damn strange.

I'll see you
tomorrow, partner.

( dance music playing inside )

( groans )

Look here, young fella.

You sure you're old enough
to be in here?

I'm exactly 21 years old.

You wanna see some ID,
fat boy?

Some people might take offense
to gas like that.

Does Delong
still own this joint,

or has the sanitation
department foreclosed?

Look--

I might take offense
to that one, Boyd.

Thought you were dead.

Well, maybe
I'm supposed to be.

But I'm just being
stubborn about it.

What a disappointment.

Delong, I wanna
test your memory.

Recognize this fella?

Uh...no.

What about the girl?

Hm? No. No.

Ow! Ah!

Now, I'm gonna tell you
something now.

You'd better listen to me.

I want you to turn around
and look at that statue.

Go on.

You see it?
Yeah.

Well, that's the same statue
that's in this photo.

And that was taken
less than eight months ago.

We think this guy's
name is Mitchell, hm?

We know he likes
the strippers

and the dancing girls.

Now, do you remember him?

He was in, okay? To watch.

For drinks and tips,

anybody can have
a picture taken.

Anybody.

Yeah.

Anybody, huh?

Okay, I want you
to let me know

when he comes around again.

Now, you understand that?

Do you?

You're not a Ranger anymore.

Oh, I'm glad
you know that, Delong.

I'm real glad you know that.

'Cause now
I'm not bound by any oaths.

I want that friend of yours!
I want him real bad.

You catch my drift?

You contact me, now.

Don't just stand there.
Get after him!

Get him.

Where do you think
you're going, old--

( punch connects )

How's it going?

Oh, I could use a little help.
Okay.

( screams )

I'm gonna sue you, Boyd!

You broke my fingers!

This was his fault, Walker!

He started it!

You son of a--

You wanna press charges?

No, I don't think so.

Not you, him.

Yeah. Matter of fact, I do.

I'm gonna
finish that job.

WALKER:
Whoa. Whoa.

Let's go.

( sighs )

Well?

Well, what?

What are you doing
in a joint like that?

That's a silly
question, Walker.

I went to see
the dancing girls.

And those four gorillas
came out here and jumped you

because you're watching.

Well, not exactly.

What, exactly?

Well, Mr. Ranger Walker,
in case you haven't noticed,

I'm not dead yet.

Well, Mr. Ranger Boyd,
you may not be dead yet,

but you could act your age.

Now, what in almighty hell

would I wanna do
anything like that for?

WOMAN ( over radio ):
Ranger Walker, this is base.

2847 for Walker.

Walker.

At Taylor and Long,
McClelland Guns.

Parole supervisor
Sergeant Slater, D.P.D.,

requires your assistance.

I'm on my way.
You wanna go for a ride?

For sure. Maybe we can
scare up some excitement

before the evening's over.

That's all you need
is more excitement.

SLATER:
His name's Arden Lee Stuart.

He's 72 years old.

He's owned this shop
for over 30 years.

He's had an FFL forever.

M.E. been here?

Yeah. Homicide too.

I asked 'em to leave
everything alone

till you got here.

You know, you gave a seminar
last year about knives.

The difference between,
uh, stabbing weapons

and hacking weapons.

How most knife kills are messy.

Both M.E. and Homicide
were unsure.

Autopsy will tell, of course,
but, uh, what do you think?

Well...

there's a hairline puncture
underneath the sternum.

Did M.E. find this?

Not right away.

There's a puncture
right to the kidney.

Just a speck of blood.

Looks like he's been dead
three to six hours.

Check with M.E.

See if they found a bruise
on the small of his back.

Yeah.

( pen scribbling )

Commando hit,
military style.

Yeah.

Thirty-caliber,

240-grain Bothell
hollow points.

What are they,
hunting rounds?

The two-legged kind.

That's filled
with mercury.

( chuckles )

Whoa, that can do
a lot of damage.

What the devil
is this?

Electronic
ranging equipment.

Did this guy
make custom rifles?

We haven't found
that out yet.

We've got
his sales records.

Have to check them
against his inventory list

and his serial numbers.

Richwood-Casey stock oil.

There was a rifle
in this mount

until a few hours ago.

Laredo, come take
a look at this.

SLATER:
What's that?

Mm.

Blueprints...

for a Maxim device.

Or he was building...

automobile mufflers.

BOYD:
I don't get it.

Silencers.

That's what it is.
Just what it is.

( alarm beeping )

Do you have
to leave so early?

( chuckling )

You've heard
the admonition,

"To rest
is not to conquer"?

Mm. Yeah.

Who said so?
Me.

( giggling )

Who said anything
about rest?

You really
are something.

Yeah, I know.

It's not the first time
I heard it, either.

Oh, really?

Well, you tell me
all about that.

You keep things warm
for me till I get back.

Maybe I'll be out.

No, you won't.

You sound
real sure of that.

I am.

You get another
hour's sleep.

"To rest is not to conquer."

( snickers )

Actually,
that's a quotation.

I didn't make that up.

Mm. Who did?

Adolf Hitler.

( ominous theme playing )

( door opens )

( indistinct chatter )

Miles, your continued support
will be the cornerstone.

I won't forget it.

You've earned it all, Julian.

Next November, the world
will know what I already know.

Oh, can you make
the shooting competition?

The awards ceremony presents
an excellent photo opportunity.

The police leagues
and the unions,

they really eat this up.

I-I'm not sure that
I can clear my schedule.

I may have to make it
a possibility.

But the banquet is definite.
I'll see you then.

Well...

Finally.

Old feelings
are still with me.

Do you ever reflect
on those times?

Sure. But we were
very different people then.

I mean, you always seemed
to know where you were going.

I had no course plotted.

Took me a while to find it,
and I have.

I'm not so sure of that.

I mean, there's, uh--

More out there than you can
find being an assistant DA.

And I can make it happen
for you too, Alex.

How could you
find the time?

You have a full career,
two children,

a beautiful wife.

A politician is supposed
to have a family.

It was an expedient thing.

There's been nothing between
my wife and I for years.

You satisfied
with that arrangement?

No, of course not.
But I allowed it to happen.

But that's going to change.

Listen.

Would you have dinner
with me tomorrow?

There's something
I want to discuss with you.

Something that might brighten
both of our futures.

For old times.

( knocking on door )

Trivette, it's Walker.

Hi, honey.

Did you get my messages?

Yeah.

Brian Haller character.

Specializes in high-grade
chrome steel and machine tools.

Moves around a lot.

Right now, he's got a company
called Tetrascope.

That's his latest address.

Where'd you get his name from?

Boyd found it on an invoice
at the gun shop.

Any yellow sheet on him?

Yeah. Not much in it, though.

Some of his customers
are a little shaky.

But there's no law
on selling steel and tools.

Tried to go international
a couple of years ago

without
the proper licensing,

but all he wound up doing
was paying a fine.

Any word about
the medical examiner's report

on the gunsmith?

Probably later today
or...

Good morning,
Walker.

Hi, Alex.

I'll catch up with you
a little later.

KNOX:
Alex, so, uh...

Tomorrow evening then,
uh...8?

Yes. Bye.

Morning, Ranger.

My, what big eyes
you have.

Yeah, well, you got egg
on your shirt.

MAN:
We'll meet you at the car.

I saw your assistant DA
when she came out.

She sure seemed
to be in a happy mood.

So?

Well, did you run into her
when you were up there?

Well, did ya?

Well, what if I did?
You mind getting in?

WOMAN (over radio):
All units, all units, 2-11.

Officer down
at Skillman and Abrams.

Shots have been fired.

( tires screeching )

Back off!

( suspenseful theme playing )

I said, back off!

( woman whimpering )

MAN:
I'll kill her!

Back off!

What's the situation here?

Well, we nailed
one suspect.

The other one shot my partner
and took a hostage.

I'll kill her!
Back off!

Hey, what's he doing?

I'll kill her!

Damn it.

You gonna be all right, son?

Yeah.

I'll kill her!

Stay away.

I'll kill her, old man.

You're gonna shoot somebody,
you shoot me.

I'll kill her!

Come on.
Give me that thing.

Come on.

Give it to me.

All right, boy.

On your belly.

OFFICER:
Let's go, bring him in.

Bring him in.
All right, let's go.

Stay down.

Stay down,
buddy.

Easy.

You okay?

BOYD:
He'll be all right, huh?

WALKER:
Yeah, looks like
a flesh wound.

OFFICER:
We got him.
You guys can head on back.

OFFICER 2:
Let's clear it.

What the hell you trying to do?
Get yourself killed?

Come on, Walker.
Lighten up.

None of us live forever.

OFFICER:
Tommy, go ahead.

( melancholy theme playing )

I swear...

I'll keep my word.

I swear.

Ranger Walker,
I'm Brian Haller.

I'm, uh, sorry I can't
offer you my hand.

I had a caller
this morning.

A caller?

Yeah,
an elderly gentleman.

He, uh, had a very blunt way
of asking questions

and a total lack
of understanding

when he didn't get the answers
he was looking for.

Kind of
a barrel-chested guy?

Yeah, like a ranch hand.

He came to my house
before sun-up.

Do you know who he is?

I have a good idea.
What did he want?

Well, he had a picture
of a man he called Mitchell.

He had a stripper
on his lap.

I mean, he was familiar,
but I can't remember.

I don't remember
who he is.

Well, I'm not here
for that.

I'm here to talk to you

about a shipment
of chrome steel tubing.

Do you have any idea

what a Mr. Stewart
was using it for?

No.

Well, I do.

He was manufacturing
silencers illegally.

Look, I hardly
have any control

over any
of the products I sell.

I mean, once they're delivered,
it's out of my hands.

Are you the sole owner
of this company?

No, I-I manage it
for Gant Industries.

Gant? Is that a public
or private company?

It's a division
of Sidley International.

It's a, uh--

Conglomerate.

Yes. Yes, that's correct.

Well, tell me something.

Do you have any idea who's
in charge of this spider web?

Uh-- Uh, not beyond
the level of Gant.

W-what does this have
to do with anything?

Nothing.

Sorry about the fingers.

( mysterious theme playing )

Yeah, this is Haller.

Get me the chairman
right away.

( country music playing )

There used
to be a good reason

for getting up
early in the morning

and staying up
late at night.

You just miss
the good old days.

Well--
Hell, we all do.

Well, there oughta
be a way to go back.

Hell, I never saw myself
playing dominoes

with a bunch
of other old duffers.

Hey, Robo.

There's no action
in this place.

Yeah, looks like
a retirement home.

( young men laughing )

MAN:
That ain't funny, sonny.

Hey, fellas, sure
am happy you're in here.

It's just a little bit early
for all this, isn't it?

Not for anybody
under 80, gramps.

( young men laughing )

Do you think
he's talking about us?

That's right, wrinkles.
I mean you.

Don't let your mouth overload
your butt there, cowboy.

Look, fellas, let's--
Let's just cool it.

We haven't had a fight
in here in five years.

BOYD:
Well, you're overdue.

Yeah, all right!
All right.

( grunting )

( dominoes clattering )

Where's the rest of 'em?

Whew.

Give us a beer.

( dance music playing inside )

MAN:
Come on, baby. Shake it!

Yee-haw!

What's going on?

I don't want you
around here, mister.

You got a couple of Ranger
pit bulls looking for you.

They're as nasty
as they come.

Who are they?

Cordell Walker
and Laredo Jake Boyd.

If you don't know them now,
you surely will before long.

Now, you drift.

( country music playing )

You missed
all the fun, Walker.

Just like old times.

I know that look, Walker.
What's up?

Who's Mitchell?

( sighs )

Oh, I see.

You went over and talked
to Mr. Haller, huh?

Well, not soon enough.

Could I see the photograph?

Sure.

Who is he?

I don't know.
I'll let you know

when I find out.

Come on, Laredo.

All right, all right.

Well, he belonged
to a small group

that murdered a federal witness
in Denver a year ago.

They put a hit on him before
he had a chance to testify

before the grand jury.

They also killed a young
Denver P.D. officer.

He was guarding him.

And that's when
I got interested.

I'm not even sure
that Mitchell's his real name.

Where'd you get
this photograph?

Some guttersnipe.
Owed me a favor.

He was talking
about some shadow people.

They were dark, dark.

Black Boys?

That could have been it.

What does that mean, Walker?

They're professional assassins
who have no identities.

Oh, boy.

I can't take those punches
like I used to be able to.

Come on, I'll get you
to the hotel.

Yeah.

How you feeling?

Better.

Look, I got a little bit
of stress problems, that's all.

You? Stress?
Yeah.

Well, that's what happens
when you don't get out

and raise a little bit
of hell now and then.

( action theme playing )

Walker, watch out! Watch it!

( tires squealing )

It's him!
Who?

( gunshot )
It's Mitchell!

Give me that gun.

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( shotgun clicks )

( gunshot )

( two gunshots )

( tires screeching )

( honking )

( tires screeching )

( gunshot )

MAN: Get out of here!
MAN 2: Let's go!

( man groaning )

Laredo, give me the gun!

No, I'm gonna get him!

Laredo!

Here, get him.
He's getting away.

Never mind him.
Where you hit?

No, I'm not hit.

I'm not over
that last session yet.

Oh, I'm sorry, Walker.
I'm sorry.

All right.
Come on, let's go.

I will handle it.

( phone beeps )

I will, uh...

be taking my place
in the firearms competition.

I'll provide all of you
with a detailed terrain drawing.

Now, however,
the possibility does exist

the plan may change.

Or be modified.

We'll adjust our approach
to take full advantage

of whatever special conditions
may develop.

Yet we'll keep in mind
that we control all situations

because we know
what actions will take place.

While our target...

does not.

Ugh!

He came to life again
in a photograph.

It's always a mistake.

And...

he lost direction.

He began to freelance
to try to clean up his own mess.

There are two rangers
named Walker and Boyd.

We may have
to eliminate them.

You'll take care
of Mr. Mitchell's body, yes?

I'll see
to a replacement.

Mr. Douglas
is on line three.

Oh, thank you.

Mr. Douglas.

Certainly. Go ahead.

I've sent a messenger
with a revised guest list.

You'll want to give him
a copy to Senator Knox.

I propose we have him

present the trophies
at the range

immediately following
the competition.

T-That way,
his only duty after dinner

would be his policy speech.

I'll be having dinner
with the senator this evening.

I'll run these changes by him.

I'm sure they'll meet
with his approval.

Thank you.
Enjoy your evening.

Goodbye.

( sinister theme playing )

When I present
Knox's replacement,

his image will carry
any election

regardless of party
or platform.

He'll be the candidate
and president I own.

Mr. Valentine,
I'd hoped to avoid a meeting,

but the situation involving
the late Mr. Mitchell

may have jeopardized
this operation.

One more point.

This, uh, retired Ranger, Boyd?
Is he a potential for trouble?

The real danger is Walker.
He's the hunter.

I know Ranger Walker.
You're right.

My sources tell me
Boyd seems obsessed

by, uh, the death
of a policeman in Denver.

Was, uh-- Mitchell
responsible for that?

No.

I'm responsible
for that officer's removal.

Rangers have a relentless
reputation too, Mr. Valentine.

Indeed, they do.

Indeed.

I do believe I have
the advantage you see, though.

I know what I'm going to do.

They don't.

( gunshots )

Who said Walker's gonna have
a tough time this year?

Yeah, who said that?
Where's C.D.?

He's the oddsmaker.
( gunshots )

That ain't right
that the judges can't bet.

Well, we'll change
the rules next year.

Well, that's what we said
last year.

Forgetful.
You boys are forgetful.

( chuckling ):
Forgetful about what?

MAN ( over PA ):
Ranger Cordell Walker

completes his qualifying round

in 33 seconds
with a perfect score.

( applause and chattering )

That was fine shooting, Ranger.

Thanks.

Name's Walker.
Cordell Walker.

Burke. Ridley Burke.
K.C.P.D. Kansas.

Well, good luck.

Does luck have a lot
to do with it?

Well, doesn't hurt.

( chuckling )

Next up, Sergeant Ridley Burke.

Kansas City P.D.

Two. One.

Go.
( beep )

( gunshots )

Hey.
Hey.

You taking him out
on the course?

No, the senator
doesn't like loud noises.

That's hard to believe.
He's a military hawk.

Not hard at all,
actually.

Look, I want you
to fire up the computer.

Run a check
on this guy, Mitchell.

That's what
he looks like.

"Jack Mitchell"?

Probably an alias.

By the way, did you find out
anything on the car

or the autopsy?

Just the car. It's stolen.

I got a break
between shifts,

so I'll get what I can
on this Mitchell guy for you.

Sergeant Burke completes
his qualifying round.

A perfect score
in just 32 seconds.

Hey.

Good shooting.

Well, thank you.

Perfect score. It's all skill.
No luck involved.

All right, this stuff came
from National Personnel Service

in St. Louis.

There are over 700 Mitchells
that fit the profile

and your photo ID
didn't help narrow it.

So I had to do it
the hard way.

In terms of service.

And you got all those papers
out of that machine?

That's just part of it.

Mitchell's last name
could be short for Jackson.

It could be a nickname
for "John,"

or the whole thing
could be an alias.

But aliases
are sometimes similar.

Hm.
But--

This guy doesn't use one word
when 1000 will do, does he?

Cut to the chase,
Trivette.

What I'm saying is,
I had to go back to the photo.

You see what looks like a shadow
at the base of the throat?

Yeah.

That's a birthmark.

Those are recorded.

His name
is Jackson Hale Mitchelson.

He was born here in Dallas
June 8th, 1949.

Hey, that's very good.

Any service record?

Yeah.

He joined the army in '69,
he made Green Berets,

and his record
politely indicates

that his bubble's off-center,

so they discharged him
in December of '72.

Anything after that?

Yeah, he got
a pilot's license in '74

and then he disappeared

on a bush flight
in Columbia in '81.

That picture was taken
in a Dallas strip joint.

Mm, last August.

That's how a Black Boy's
created, Laredo.

What?

Oh, it's a CIA term

for men who don't exist.

( phone rings )

Walker.

We'll be right there.

It's Sweeney.
He has something for us.

I'm gonna hang back here,
Walker.

Read a little bit more
about this Mitchell guy.

Okay.

Oh, howdy.

I'm sorry,
I thought Walker was here.

Well, he's not, but why don't
you stick around?

Sit a spell, huh?

Are you sure?

You seemed to be off
in a world of your own.

( chuckling ):
Well, sorry about that.

It's about 25 years or so ago,
but that's time way behind me.

Yeah, I've been doing a lot
of thinking myself these days.

About what?

About what I would
have to leave behind

if the decisions I make
in the next few hours or days

go one way or another.

You're worried
about leaving Walker behind.

Isn't that it?

I made a decision once
to leave somebody behind.

I knew it was a mistake.

But I argued myself into it.

And I've paid for it ever since.

Thanks, Laredo.

Least I'll know what to do
when my arguments begin.

You know, I've read
about wounds like these,

but I've never
even seen 'em.

( sighs )

How 'bout the small
of the back? Any trauma there?

Yeah, just as you thought,
caused by a knee.

Let me show you.

Left hand, arm around the throat
from behind with great force,

knee driven into the kidney.

Hit with the knife,
lumbar region,

kidneys, upward angle.

Now, body spasms backwards

in reaction to the pain
of the injury,

leaving the chest area open
for the final blow to the heart.

Instantly fatal.
Correct, Walker?

You got it.

Sweeney?

Yeah?

How do you know
it was just like that?

Well, the combination
of perfection and power

with which the blows
were delivered,

massive internal bleeding,
hardly any external,

and the size and type
of the wounds caused by

a weapon like this.

A Sykes Fairbairn.

It's a knife.

It's the difference between
a lump of coal, Trivette,

and a diamond.

Correct, Walker.

Designed in the '30s,

still in use
by special ops teams.

I use it to, uh,
open my letters.

The, uh, man
you're looking for

is the worst
kind of killer.

Experienced, unemotional,

detached.

A trained professional.

Contract man?

Yeah, the worst kind.

And I think I know
who the target is.

( chuckles )

I will not be intimidated,
certainly not by theories.

Do you have any hard evidence

supporting this assassination
idea of yours, Walker?

Enough to urge caution, yes.

What, based on a photograph?

Based on the fact

that he tried to kill me
and an ex-Texas Ranger.

He's a professional assassin,
senator,

and he's in town

for a specific reason.

You're worried about a repeat
of 1963, aren't you?

I'm not worried,
senator,

and you're not president yet.

But you do have an advantage
that didn't exist in 1963.

Really? What's that?

You've been warned.

( electric guitar playing hook )

WALKER:
When we get back
to the office,

I want you to fire up
that computer of yours.

See if you can draw
a line from Tetrascope

through Gant Industries
and Sidley International.

From Haller to where?

I'm not sure.

Someone or some group
that makes decisions.

What are you working on?

A hunch.

Professional assassins
cost a lot of money.

I want to find the fat cat
that finances this operation.

♪ Back and forward
On the saddle ♪

( grunts )

♪ And the syncopated gator ♪

♪ Sets his funny meter
to the road ♪

( muttering incoherently )

C.D., what do you
think you're doing?

I'm borrowing your horse
to go ride with the fellas.

And what kind of condition
are they in?

( all laughing )

Relaxed.
Very relaxed.

Yeah, I can see that.

Here, take this.

And you stay here.

( country theme playing )

( old men laughing )

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

What do you guys
think you're doing?

( chuckling ):
Well, I don't know.

Rooney, what are we doing?

Hell, I don't know.
Dodge? What are you doing?

I don't know.
Selkirk, what are you doing?

I am getting off my horse.

It's dangerous to be riding

these horses
when you're drinking.

My golly, I think Walker's
got a point there.

You know, it is dangerous,
especially for us tenderfeet.

That's not what I mean.
ROONEY: Walker.

Uh, we did use a stepladder
to get up on these old horses.

And they did not
give one thought

to how they was gonna get off

till I showed 'em how.

( laughing )

We're irresponsible,

that's what.

All I'm saying
is I was concerned.

BOYD:
Pay no attention

to these jokers.

Come on,
let's you and me.

We hump it
back to the barn.

You're in no shape
to be racing.

Try me, huh?

( banjo playing upbeat theme )

Laredo,
this is crazy!

( chuckling ):
Yeah, but ain't it fun?

( both yell )

( grunting )

You still alive?
Oh!

Unlike the broken egg
inside me.

Oh, boy. Don't it
kinda jig ya, huh?

When a couple of horses

appear to be smarter
than two grown men?

Well, in this case,
they are.

Whoo!

Well, kinda hard to tell

where the manure leaves off
and they begin, ain't it, boys?

( laughter )

Oh, get 'em outta here, Walker.

( softly ):
Get 'em outta here.

Hey, guys, why don't you
get to the ranch,

get those steaks started, huh?

You guys better hurry on up,
or there won't be nothing left.

WALKER:
We'll be right there.

( somber theme playing )

( grunts )

Here, sit down.

Oh, God.

Oh, this pain,
it comes and it goes.

What is it, Laredo?

( grunting )

Let me get you
to the hospital.

No, I'm not going
to any hospital.

Uh-uh. I don't want
to lay on my back

in a hospital bed,
stupefied with morphine.

No, sir.

What do you mean?

Well, in that hospital,

they told me
I was going to die.

What?

Yeah. They said I had
some kind of a growth

in my stomach that they
couldn't get rid of.

So they gave me
some chemotherapy,

but there's no dignity
in that, I'll tell ya.

I walked away from it.

Look, I don't
want those boys

to know anything
about this, okay?

I-I don't want their sympathy.

I don't want
anybody's sympathy.

Okay, I won't tell anybody.
All right.

Tell me, why did you
come down here?

I've got some
unfinished business.

Remember I was telling ya
about that Denver cop?

Well, I gotta wash
the blood off that badge.

( grunts )

Can you make it?

Yeah.

( mysterious theme playing )

GUARD: I'll handle this, Curtis.
No.

You sure that's everything?

This is it.

Rangers Walker,
Trivette and Boyd

to see Miles Douglas.

Oh, and I trust
you have an appointment?

No.

No.

Well, just a moment.

Mr. Chairman,

we have three Texas Rangers
out here to see you.

Names again.

I'm Walker,
he's Trivette--

The one doing the talking
is Walker,

and one of them, sir, is a--

Well, one of them's colored.

( chuckles )

Did he say "colored"?

Well, I'll be danged,
I never even noticed.

DOUGLAS:
You must understand,
Ranger Walker,

it's nothing
of a personal nature.

If you had had a warrant,

it would have been a completely
different situation.

I just find people
of certain ethnic groups

to be unacceptable.

That includes Jews
and Catholics too, I imagine.

Well, now, religion
is a different question.

I mean, in some cases,
however, it's--

It's difficult
to make a distinction.

Purification, selection.

These are really
historical facts.

Well, I'm not here
to discuss history, Douglas.

Take a cruise through this.

I don't know what it is.
It's a road map.

It leads from the chairman
of Douglas Consolidated--

You.

--to 19 corporations
and fronts,

all the way to Tetrascope

in south Dallas,
where this came from.

But the one
I'm looking for

is on the barrel
of a rifle.

And when I find it--
And I will.

--I'm gonna be back here
with a warrant,

and my "unacceptable" friend

will be more than happy
to slap it on ya

just as hard as he can.

Have a nice day.

Curtis,

give Ranger Walker
a goodbye he won't forget.

Yes, sir.
I understand.

( yells )

This is my lucky day.

You first.

( action theme playing )

Back!

( grunting inside )

Well?

What do you think?

We oughta go
in there and help?

Naw, no. He can use
the relaxation.

( huffs )

Looks like
you rattled him good.

Yeah, I did.

Now, he's going to have to send
his Black Boys after me

before he goes after Knox.

( country theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

What's the drill,
Ridgeway?

I'm goin' through
the front door.

O'Brien, you go
through the kitchen.

Coleman, cover us
from the silo.

Now.

( grunts )

( grunts )

Ridgeway.

( over radio ):
Ridgeway, is it done?

Ridgeway?

WALKER ( on radio ):
Yeah, I got him.

He's out.

( grunts )

I lied.

( giggles )

Join me for a nightcap.

I've got some
excellent liqueur.

Just a light one.

Did you enjoy dinner?

Oh, I was very proud
and honored

to be having dinner
with the man

who may become the youngest
president since John Kennedy.

Well, actually, Teddy Roosevelt
was younger than both of us.

Oh.

( chuckles )

Alex, I need
to talk to you.

Two years ago,
I was close,

but now it's gonna happen.

I mean, it has to happen.

And things are very, uh...

turbulent,
in motion, and...

I need a point of stability
in all this.

I need you.

Help me change my life.

I want you
to make it full again.

Come to Washington
with me.

I want you to be part of it.
( phone ringing )

Part of me.

( knock on door )

Excuse me, senator.

I told you
not to interrupt.

You have a call.

It's important.
I think you should take it.

Probably some
political thing.

Think about what I said,
counselor,

and I'll expect
a conclusion

when I get back.

Yes?

Hi.

Oh, just paperwork.

I can't tell you
how I'm looking forward

to getting back
and how I miss you--

Yes, and I love you.

We'll take some private time
for ourselves, you know?

Pine logs,
maybe some champagne, yeah?

Mm-hm.

Okay, well,
kiss the babies for me.

I love you.

( kisses )

Tell me again
how you want me

to help you change
your life, Julian.

Alex,
that didn't mean any--

Listen, I can do things
for you.

I can turn your life around.
I can make something of it.

I already made
something of it.

Alex.

Anything I can
help you with, senator?

( elevator bell rings )

These three guys
you caught last night

aren't very talkative,

but you didn't
expect that, did you?

No.

And they didn't
have the rifle

with the Maxim silencer
on it either.

They got those weapons
stashed someplace.

Yeah, could be
in their staging area,

if we could find it.

Trivette, Walker, I think you
guys might want to see this.

Mesquite P.D. came up with
this John Doe last night.

Their M.E. called
this morning.

Two puncture wounds,
heart, kidneys.

They also ran over
that photo.

It's no John Doe,
Sweeney.

Mitchell?

Jackson Hale Mitchelson.

That wraps it up.

It's over.

It looks that way.

Morning, Alex.

Hey, Alex.

I'll wait--

I'll wait by the truck.

So, uh...

How'd your dinner go
with the senator last night?

I think you know
how it went.

Yeah.

Look, I know you two
go back a long ways.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

We had a conversation.

A very enlightening
conversation.

( melancholy theme playing )

Ooh, I'm gonna
tell you, Walker,

that's a damn good woman.

Yeah, she is.

Well?

Well, what?

It's not my place to sayin',

but what are you going to do,
just stand around and wait

till somebody comes along
that knows what to do about it?

Yeah, you're right.

Yeah?

It's not your place.

Let me get you
to a hospital.

No. No.
No hospital.

Why are you
so damn stubborn?

( grunting )

Come on in, Walker.

Sit down.

You gonna be all right?

( sighs )

Yeah, I think so.

This the young Denver cop
you were talking about?

Who is he?

My son.

And my only son.

Well, boy,

it's finished.

The blood
has washed away and--

And the badge is clean.

( melancholy theme playing )

( sobbing )

Yeah, I know I should have
called you back sooner,

but I didn't know
what to say to you.

Well,
he's an interesting guy.

Doesn't want
to stick around.

Yeah, he just
does his thing and leaves.

I don't need
that kind of thing again.

Oh...

Jen, could I call you
right back in a few minutes?

Um, I just found something
that he left here.

Yeah, okay,
I'll call you right back.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( door opens and closes )

Oh.

I know--
I know I shouldn't have,

but I just--

I thought--

You thought what?

You thought...

What did you think?
I just--

Bitch!
What did you think?

Name's Jessica Ann Pritchard.

She didn't show up
for work this morning.

She had a deadline,

so her employer called
Fort Worth P.D.

Jessica Ann Pritchard.
Why do I know that name?

You met her before.

She was a computer
production artist.

She worked for Marker and Bell,
that ad agency up from C.D.'s.

Oh, that's right, she was
at C.D.'s reunion party.

Any family?

Nobody in Dallas, uh--
Her parents are deceased.

She's got one brother,

F.W.P.D.'s trying
to locate from Detroit.

Married once, divorced,
no children.

She came out here
from Grand Rapids two years ago.

She have a record?

Texas driver's license,
one minor moving violation.

City records,
one parking ticket.

Both of 'em paid.

She's only been dead
a few hours,

but the wounds are identical

to the ones that killed
your gunsmith.

And same type of weapon.

Exactly the same?

I won't know till
I get her on the table,

but one thing I'm sure of,
it's the same killer.

Is the Black Boy
still loose?

Two hours till
the competition.

You go cover Knox.

I'm going back to the office,
see if I can get a lead.

Cordell. Cordell, where the hell
have you been?

That competition's going
to start in an hour and a half.

Hell, that's a dollar waiting
on a dime. Come on.

Yes,
I'm still waiting.

Look, Cordell, I've got
some heavy money riding on you.

C.D., I'm in the middle
of a murder investigation.

One of your patrons--
Yes, Pritchard.

Jessica Ann.

Jesse Pritchard?
She's dead?

Yeah, we found her body
this morning.

Well, she latched on
to that Kansas City cop

the night of the party.

She left with him.

What was his name?
B-Burke.

Burke? Ridley Burke?

Yeah.

Hello. Never mind that.

I want a priority call

to the Kansas City
Police Department.

Personnel records.

ASAP.

That ain't Burke.

That's the real Burke.
Let's go.

( indistinct chatter )

DODGE:
You did okay
in the qualifying, Burke,

but Walker's mighty good
under pressure.

Now, you don't sound
very impartial for a judge.

Aw, now, I wouldn't
take him too serious.

He's just been here before.

ROONEY:
Yeah, that's right.

We wish everybody
the same amount of luck.

And some's got more
than others.

Oh, I agree.

I agree.
I-I know all about luck.

( laughing )

MAN:
Senator, what do you have
to say about that?

MAN 2:
How do you feel
about gun control, sir?

WOMAN:
What about the environment?

Senator, I've been trying to get
through to you. Did Walker--?

Never mind, Ranger.
I'm here and I intend to stay.

We missed one of the guys.
He could be anywhere.

What do you mean,
missed one?

MAN ( over PA ):
Ladies and gentlemen,

let's give
a big Texas welcome

to Senator Julian Knox.

( cheering )

I don't have a choice now.

I have to stay.
Let's get on with it.

Don't you think it'd be better
if we went back to the ho--?

Great to see you.

Thank you.

Thank you. How are you?
How are you doing?

TRIVETTE:
Watch your step.

Thanks.

( phone rings )

Hello?

Laredo, this is Walker.

Hi, Walker.
I was just gonna call you.

Yeah, I'm not gonna be there
for the shoot,

but I wish you
the best of luck.

There's still
a Black Boy out there.

C.D. and I are on our way
to the shootout.

That's all I need to know.
I'll see you there.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Heh-huh.

Los Angeles police officer
Miguel Rodriguez

completes his first run
with a score of 88.

Whoa.
( cheering )

Yeah.
MAN: All right.

( inaudible whispering )

He could do worse.

( laughing )

Have you seen Burke,
the Kansas City cop?

He's the guy we're after.

That's the guy?

Yeah.
Have you seen him?

Yeah, he was just here.

Sergeant Ridley Burke,

please join the group to
the right of the judges' stand.

All entrants who have
completed the course...

Who's covering
the hillside?

TRIVETTE:
Treadway and Kelly.

When was the last time
you talked to 'em?

Ten minutes ago.
Treadway?

Kelly?

Cover the senator.

( action theme playing )

First up at the finals,
Shirley Hobbs

of the Waxahachie
Police Department.

Two, one, go.

( beep )

( gunshots )

( gunshots )

( gunshot )

That was Shirley Hobbs

of the Waxahachie
Police Department

with a score of 91.

( cheering )

( screams )

( grunting )

What do you say, Walker?

Let's finish
this competition

and find out
who really is the best.

You sure that's the way
you want to do it?

Oh, Ranger.

I couldn't think
of a better way.

Whenever you're ready,
make your move.

( gasping )

MAN:
All right, don't move.

( yelling )

Have a nice day.

Who got hit?

I don't know who it was,

but they're workin' on him
over at the review stand.

MAN ( over PA ):
It'd be a good idea

if you folks just went
to your cars...

Covered him
like a blanket.

We're going to have
to postpone the remainder...

Did you have
to do this, Laredo?

Well, look at the bright side.

It's a cure...

and it doesn't hurt as much.

( melancholy theme playing )

Did you get your man, Ranger?

Yeah, I got him.

The Denver cop's mother.

Where is she, Laredo?

Oh...

I'd, uh...

( grunts )

Yeah, woman wouldn't
have me.

But I loved 'em
all the more...

for the good sense
she showed.

Oh, she was a poet.

Oh, yeah.

I heard some pretty things
come from her.

Yeah.

I didn't get a chance

to say goodbye

to either one of them, but--

But I'll see 'em both...

out across the meadows...

where the bluebonnets bloom.

( panting )

We're gonna miss you,
Laredo.

( sirens wailing )

( piano playing
sentimental theme )

( upbeat theme playing )