All language subtitles for Walker Texas Ranger - 817

Ah, Texas.

Welcome back, Ranger. Thanks.

We'll take it from here. Okay.

You know, Walker,

as soon as I get out
of this situation here,

which shouldn't be too long,

I think I'm gonna get
myself a cowboy outfit too.

Let's go.

Careful with him,
Quinn. He's a bad one.

Don't worry.

On Monday,
Eagleton'll be arraigned

on new federal charges

stemming from his
terrorist attempt in California.

Till then, he'll never
be out of my sight.

Hey, cowboy, you need a lift?

Oh, I missed you.

It's all over the
media. You're a hero.

Well, Ranger
Forestor's the hero.

How's his wife doing?

She's putting on a
brave face for the kids.

The funeral was yesterday.

It was so sad.

Well...

let's go home.

Okay.

Hey. GAGE: Hey, boss,

nice job getting Eagleton.

Yeah, we've got him.

Now we gotta find the man
who killed Ranger Forestor.

Anything new?

Well, there was a lot
of shooting that day,

but one gun did
most of the killing.

Thirty-ought-six.

Same rifle killed three of
the Dallas police officers,

as well as Ranger Forestor.

The way we see it,

seven men were
involved in the ambush.

Any leads?

No, but we might've
caught a lucky break.

We lifted a partial print
from a .45 caliber casing

we found at the ambush site.

Did NCIC come up with a match?

No, not yet, but
we're staying on them.

So how was L.A.?

Yeah, see any movie stars?

No, but I met a Chinese cop

on loan to the
L.A.P.D. from Shanghai.

I'll tell you, I'm glad
he's a good guy,

because he's one tough cookie.

Punch it. Keep moving.

Where'd he go?

There he is, on the left.

Hey, Fescus, you're
the only one left alive.

Give me the key.

Drop it.

Stop the car.

Let's get out of the car.
What do you say, huh?

Real easy.

d In the eyes of a Ranger d

d The unsuspecting stranger d

d Had better know the truth d

d Of wrong from right d

d 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger d

d Are upon you d

d Any wrong you
do He's gonna see d

d When you're in
Texas Look behind you d

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

All right, according
to the D.P.S. report,

a single shooter took
out three of the marshals

from the chopper.

Then according to the witnesses,

the driver was killed by
the man who escaped.

Eagleton.

Wait a minute. How could
Eagleton set all this up

when he's been on ice since
you took him down in L.A.?

Yeah, but his organization
in Texas hasn't been on ice.

And now they have
their leader back.

Yeah.

Welcome back, sir.

Thank you. It's good to be back.

You were right.
Mott is the best.

It was a walk in the park.

Mr. Harding wants to see you.

He wasn't too happy about
that fiasco in California.

We have a trick or
two left up our sleeve.

We've got a ballistics report.

The weapon that killed the
three marshals this morning

is the same weapon
that killed Tom Forestor

and the three Dallas officers

when Eagleton escaped
custody last week.

Walker.

Okay. Hold on, Trivette.

I'll put you on the
speaker. Go ahead.

NCIC gave us a name
to go with that partial print

on the .45 shell casing
found at the ambush site.

Lorenzo Small,
a.k.a "Big Tiny" Small.

Where can we find him?

He's a bartender at a
merc watering hole called

the Lock 'N Load Lounge.

Okay. Thanks, Trivette.

You know, maybe some of the crew

that sprang Eagleton
last week hangs out there.

Yeah, maybe.

Gage, I want you to go to
the Lock 'N Load undercover

and see what they say

after Sydney and I arrest Small.

You got it.

Let's go see Alex
and get a warrant.

Okay.

Boys, I been with the Eagle.

You ain't gonna believe
what he came up with.

What? What?

Uh-uh. Right now
it's on a need-to-know,

but it is gonna
change everything.

Hey, butthead, what
are you looking at?

Not much, dog breath.

Lorenzo Small?

Nobody calls me Lorenzo.

Well, that's what the
warrant says, Lorenzo.

You're under arrest. For what?

For the murder of four
Dallas police officers

and a Texas Ranger.

That's crap.

If I wanted any crap
out of you, little girl,

I'd kick it out of you.

We're not gonna ask
you again, Lorenzo.

Stick it, Ranger.

You don't wanna
get us mad, Lorenzo.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. Are
we just gonna sit here

and let this happen? Come on.

Easy, boys. A
little girl with a gun.

Well, hello, there, little girl.

You know, I got another
gun you could play with.

Actually, I prefer something
in a much larger caliber.

Hey, man,

messing with Texas Rangers
like that. Are you crazy?

That ain't crazy.
It's just stupid.

How many times
do I have to say it?

I didn't kill the Ranger
or any other cop.

And how many times do I
have to say it doesn't matter?

I can put you at the
scene with a gun,

and it's murder one.

I don't know too many guys

who'd take a lethal injection
just to protect his buddies.

It would take quite a friend.

Yeah, I would say,

but would they do
the same for you?

Not that I'm gonna take it,

but what are you offering?

The name of the shooter
buys you life without parole.

Give up the rest of the
gang, and it's straight life.

You could be out in 12 years.

Rats don't last two
minutes in prison.

No one will know you rolled.

We'll put it out on the street

that we just couldn't crack you.

I don't have to testify?

Not if you give us the names

of the team that
sprung Eagleton.

Deal.

Who's the shooter?

Everyone was shooting.
It was just a diversion.

Mott took out the Ranger
and most of the cops.

Who's Mott?

Never saw him before that day,

and I haven't seen him since.

He's a marksman that
Eagleton lined up from prison.

What's his full name?

I don't know. They
just called him Mott.

That makes Mott the
shooter in the chopper too.

Is that the Eagle?

In the flesh.

That man's got more
lives than a litter of bobcats.

Yeah, and he's
gonna need all of them.

You let me down, Eagleton.

We lost a battle, not the war.

According to your manifesto,

the cleansing's supposed to
begin one week from today.

And it will.

How? I've already
lost $2 million financing

this California adventure.

You have no weapons.
You're back at square one.

I still have my organization
and a new idea,

one with catastrophic effect
and no chance of failure.

Yeah? And what is
this gonna cost me?

A hundred grand,

and the use of your
ranch for a staging area.

For what?

It's all in here.

You can do this?

Yes, I can.

Then make it happen.

There was a day when the country

would stick up for the people.

Hey, that day coming back, bro.

Yeah, yeah, there's still people

who'll stick up for the country

instead of trying
to suck it dry.

Tell you what. After
the day of cleansing,

all them bloodsucker's
gonna die of thirst.

The Eagle's gonna see to that.

That's right. Now pay up.

Pay up, pay up, whatever.
That's my quarter.

I'm up next, all right?

Get lost.

You heard him.

Fight for your country
and it dumps on you,

I can't do anything about that,

but a couple of
loudmouths like you,

that I can do.

Challenging a Ranger is stupid,

but messing with us,
now that's just plain crazy.

Yeah, well, the way I see it,

you guys are bunch of pansies,

bitching about the country
going down the tubes

and not doing anything about it.

How you didn't even have
the guts to do anything

about that Ranger
taking your pal out of here.

Hey, someone is doing
something about it, okay?

Who's that? This Eagle fool

you keep jaw-jacking
about? Give me a break.

Hey, man, you don't know
what you're talking about.

The Eagle's gonna...
Shut up, Cody.

Get out of here.

I'm gone. Who wants to hang out

with a bunch of
lightweights anyway?

Yeah, lightweights
that kicked your butt.

Next time you want
a piece one on one,

you give me a call.

Well, the buzz is
about something called

the cleansing, but
that's all I can get.

These guys are
a pretty tight group

and I can't seem to get inside.

Maybe what you
need is a little help.

Hm, I don't know if I
like the sound of that.

What do you think this
cleansing thing is all about?

Let's find Eagleton and ask him.

Hello, Sammo. Hi. How are you?

Good. Sammo Law, the L.A.
cop I was telling you about.

Oh.

This is Rangers Gage,
Cooke and Trivette.

Hi, it's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

And Deputy D.A. Alex Cahill.

The one who owns
the Ranger's heart.

Well, I don't know about owns,

but it's a pleasure to meet you.

What are you doing
in Dallas, Sammo?

I'm here to help
you catch Eagleton.

Oh. Well, I don't mean
to sound disrespectful,

but isn't that a little
out of your jurisdiction?

Actually, I invited Sammo here.

And I thank you, Ranger Walker.

Let's get to work.

Walker says you've got
a unique fighting style.

Can't wait to see it.

I hope you don't.

It was really nice to meet you,

but I've gotta go.
I'm due back in court.

You know what? I've gotta
get to a deposition too, so...

It is true what you said
about Texas women.

They're very beautiful.

I like this guy.

Do you have any leads on
where Eagleton is hiding?

No. We've got surveillance
going on his known associates.

We're waiting for one
of them to lead us to him.

The men we arrested in
L.A. gave us three names.

Mott. We know this guy.

Yeah. That's the sharpshooter

that killed Ranger Forestor

and helped Eagleton escape
from the Federal Marshals.

Unfortunately, we still
don't have any lines on him.

Benny Tumwater?

Mott's brother-in-law.

Maybe he can lead us to Mott.

And what's Harding's connection?

The man I questioned
heard Eagleton say

his name four times. That's all.

All right, then I'll
cross-reference Harding

with Eagleton, see if
something comes up.

Okay. Gage, do you
think you can get back

into the Lock 'N Load without
getting any more bruises?

Yeah, I'll give it a try.

Benny Tumwater. Did he
say where we could find him?

Yes. With the lions and tigers.

Benny Tumwater?

Yeah. What do you want?

We wanna know about
a guy named Mott.

Never heard of him.

He is married to
your sister, Gloria.

Oh, yeah, that one.

Last I heard,
they got a divorce.

Where can we find him?

No idea.

Maybe if we take you down
to Ranger Headquarters

and question you, it'll
help jog your memory.

Uh, just let me feed the animals

while I... I think
about it and then I'll...

Oh! Oh!

Nice throw, Sammo.

He has a big head.

What do you guys want?

What's Mott's full name?

Ron. Ron Mott.

I don't like the guy.
Gives me the creeps.

A man I arrested said
you steal animals for him.

No way. Hey, who
the hell is this guy?

He's a man you don't
wanna mess with.

So's Mott.

But this man's
standing over you,

and he's a Chinese
martial arts master.

Have you ever heard
of the Chinese pretzel?

No. Why?

Well, if you don't tell
us what we wanna know,

he's gonna give you one.

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

Sometimes, when there's a cat

or another big game
animal to be put down,

I arrange it so Mott
can get the animal first.

What does he do with them?

Takes them out into the bush,

let's them loose, tracks
them down and he kills them.

Where can we find Mott?

Okay, Sammo, give
him the Chinese pretzel.

Okay, okay, okay.

He has an apartment,

Preston Arms south of
the Beltline, number 904

That's all I know.

And whatever you do,

please, please don't
tell him I told you.

Here.

Chinese pretzel.

I have a strange feeling.

That's what we call
hugot in Chinese.

Come on.

Benny called Mott.

Yeah. Let's look around.

Hey, Ron, it's Rocky.
Just checking in to see

if we're still on for
tonight. Let me know.

Let's see who Mott last called.

Westmore Ranch. Rocky
Fields at your service.

Hello? Hello?

So how did Walker get on to you?

My ex-brother-in-law.

Well, at least he had
the sense to warn me.

Yeah.

It's my leak. I'll plug it.

You do that.

You know that Chinese cop

is in Texas working with Walker.

I'm glad to hear that.

You'll need to kill both of them

before this cleansing
thing gets started, all right?

Consider it done.

Attaboy.

Hey, sorry about earlier.

Don't take it personal.
Lomax ain't so bad.

He's a flake, Cody.

The men I served
with went to the wall,

and a lot of them
didn't come back.

Hey, we're the same way,
man. We're a tight unit.

It takes a pretty tight
unit to whip one guy, huh?

Man, if you only knew.

So tell me, Cody.
Tell me about it.

What the hell are
you doing here?

Actually, I came
back to whip your butt,

unless you need your
tight unit to back you up.

I don't need nobody.

Texas Rangers.

We have a warrant for
the arrest of Cody Danner.

Yeah, well, he's not here,

so why don't you get
your butts out of here?

Shut up.

I've seen a mug shot
of Cody. Turn around.

Put your hands behind your back.

You're under arrest for
unpaid parking tickets.

Unpaid parking tickets?
Are you kidding me?

You guys gonna let this happen?

Hey, chill. No,
I'm not gonna chill.

I don't even know this guy

and I'm a better friend
to him than you are.

And what I said was, why
don't you guys take off?

Now you're under arrest.

That's why this country's
self-destructing, man.

Hey, man, you awake?

I am now.

What's your name, anyway?

My friends call me Whiplash.

Cool.

Hey, what you tried
to do for me today,

it took a lot of heart.

I didn't do nothing for you.

I just hate Texas Rangers
and any goon squad they hire

to protect the rich
from the poor, okay?

Yeah, I hear you,
but thanks anyway.

All right, the Rocky Fields

that's on Mott's
answering machine

is the foreman at
Westmore Ranch.

They offer week-long
riding clinics.

Does he have a record?

No, but get this.

The owner of Westmore
Ranch is one Linus Harding.

Harding? That
name I heard in L.A.

A regular contributor to
ultra right-wing causes.

Basically, he's a
heart-and-soul bigot.

Which means we can
tie Eagleton to Mott,

and Mott to Rocky who
works for a very wealthy

racist who's probably
picking up the tab.

Are you going to question him?

Not yet, Sammo.

If Harding is involved,

we shouldn't let him
know we're on to him.

It worked, Walker.

Someone's posting
bail for Cody and Gage.

Who?

A lawyer known to
represent supremacist groups.

Naturally, he wouldn't
divulge his client.

Gage could be in.

But only holding one
hand of the octopus.

You're right, Sammo.

Sydney, I want you to check

into the Westmore
Ranch as a guest.

Okay.

Try to get close to
this Rocky Fields.

See what you can
find out about Harding.

You got it.

All right, what the hell's going,
man? Where are we going?

Who put up my bail?

You'll find out.

Hello, loudmouth. Keep
walking. Keep walking.

Don't tell me you're the
one who put up my bail.

Nope, but some like-minded
friends of mine did.

Yeah? Why?

Someone wants to meet you.

Who might that
be? You'll find out.

This means you're in, Whiplash.

Right, Lomax?

I'm in what?

You wanted a war?
History will remember

the day of cleansing
as the big one.

It all starts tomorrow morning.

Go with Cody. Do what he says.

Welcome to the best riding
school in Texas, ma'am.

Well, thank you.

I'm Rocky Fields.

No.

Yep. My real name.

Folks all come from Oklahoma.

Well, that explains
it then, doesn't it?

You know, I'll bet you got
a big old six shooter too,

don't you, Rocky?

Oh, well, ma'am...

Uh, you know, ma'am is nice,

it's rustic and all,

but why don't you
just call me Kate?

Okay. As in Katherine Cutler?

Yes, the textile Cutlers.

Recently divorced
and here to recover

what little dignity
I might have left.

Well, you've come to
the right place, Kate.

It'd be my honor to show
you to your private cabin.

Teach you how
to work the hot tub,

help you fluff your
pillows and so on.

And so on sounds
pretty interesting.

They say good things about you,

but I'd rather judge for myself,

so who the hell are you?

Mike Judson.

Everybody calls him Whiplash.

Whiplash?

Yeah, you ride my tank,

you'd better bring a neck brace.

Tanks. What unit?

Second Cav, Company A.

First ones over the
berm in the Big Storm.

Yeah, you boys
did some good work.

Set the pace for
the whole thing.

Well, enough of
this small talk, okay?

What's this all about?

I need one more driver.

One who's extremely
cool under fire.

Could you be that man?

What kind of fire?

The biggest fire imaginable.

Okay, just hold on a second.
It's the guy from the zoo.

Put him on the speaker.

This is Walker.

I know where Mott'll
be at 3:00 this afternoon.

Where?

Meet me at Diarama at 2:30.

Say something to
make me believe it.

There's a lion that'll be
put down with lung disease

unless Mott takes
the delivery by 3:00.

He always wanted to bag a lion.

I want to get this psycho
out of my life, okay?

Now remember, 2:30, Diarama.

A trap.

Yep.

So let's go get trapped.

What are you doing, buttercup?

Oh, you scared me there.

I'm sorry.

You know, I'm just trying
to find the real West.

The only thing I've seen so
far is the inside of my cabin,

and that riding ring over there.

What's going on out here?

Well, honey, this
area's off limits to guests.

Oh.

If you wanna
experience the real West,

you and me ought
to go for a trail ride.

Well, now, just who's
gonna be riding whom?

Well, if you're a good girl,

I might just let you
ride old Thunderhead.

Yeah, that sounds
really interesting,

but all of a sudden I have
this really bad headache

and I'll just, you know what?

I'll see you later. Thank you.

Look out!

Where is he, Trivette?

Okay, he's off the roof.

He's moving west
towards the camels.

He's coming towards
the monkeys, Sammo.

Head towards the kangaroos
in case he takes a left.

Sammo, he took the left.

Walker, he's going
towards the tiger habitat.

Take your next right.

Heads up, Sammo.
He's coming right at you.

Go ahead, Walker. Do it.

That'd be too easy, Mott.

Book him, Sammo.

You won't get your
assignments till morning,

but know this.

You're playing the
most important part

in the cleansing.

We leave at dawn
to be in formation

at the Westmore Ranch at 0700.

Is the Eagle gonna be there?

Yeah, he'll be there.

All right.

Hey!

Where do you think you're going?

Lock 'N Load for a brew.

No, you're not.
We're on lockdown.

No passes, no exceptions.

Yeah, we're at Defcon One, man.

You guys really talk that way?

Hey, pal, we got
a lot riding on this

so let me make it simple.

Nobody leaves.
Lock him in, Cody.

Yes, sir.

Get me Walker now.

Walker, this is Oklahoma
City all over again.

They've got enough
ammonia nitrate

and sodium phosphate
here at the Westmore Ranch

to make the Federal
Building look like a camp...

Still got a headache, buttercup?

Not anymore, but you do.

Put her in one of the trucks.

They've got Sydney.

I'll roll the entire
company. Okay.

I'll get the warrants.

Gentlemen, today we
will make a statement

that'll resonate in the
hearts of every true American.

We will no longer tolerate
genetically inferior races

sucking us dry
with financial tricks

and then taking our jobs.

The first shot fired
will not be from a gun,

but it will be heard
around the world.

I will promise you that.

Yeah!

Ten trucks loaded with
four times the charge

it took to level the Federal
Building in Oklahoma City.

Ten strategic targets,
from foreign banks

and black churches,
to liberal courthouses,

to City Hall itself.

You, gentlemen,
are the first wave

of a new order for
the new millennium.

Your actions will be the cue
for the revolution to begin.

You'll each find a map
to your individual target

on the seat of
your assigned truck.

In the cab of each
truck there's a wire loop.

All you have to do is pull it.

When you pull the loop,
the chemicals begin to mix

and you've got four minutes

to get as far away
from there as you can.

Once you pull that loop,

even divine intervention
can't reverse the process.

At 9 on the dot,
pull your loops.

The bloodsuckers should be
arriving for work at that time.

Once the explosions go off,
a team of snipers will move

into position and open up

on all fire, police,
and EMT units.

The demo team will take out

all television and
radio stations.

Each unit will take its cue

from the initial explosions.

Destruction of this magnitude
is unfortunately necessary,

because when the people see

how impotent
their government is,

they will rise up
and ask for change.

We are that change,
and the change is now.

Today is the day of cleansing.

Amen. Yeah!

All right, come on. Let's roll.

Let's roll it. Come on.

You wanted action,
bro? You got it.

Foolproof, huh?
Shut up, Harding.

Texas Rangers. Drop your weapons

and get down on the ground.

I said stop!

Where's Sydney?

She's in back of
one of these trucks.

Ah, nothing.

She's gotta be in
the back of that one.

Come on, Sammo.

Whatever you do,

don't let him pull the wire
loop in the cab of the truck.

If he does, it'll
explode in four minutes,

and you can't stop it.

There he is.

Jim, contact DPD.

Have them set up roadblocks
at Elm, Houston and Commerce.

Eagleton!

He pulled the loop. Stay here.

Get out of here, Sammo.

Where you go, I go.

We have two and a
half minutes, Walker.

Say your prayers.

I already have.

One and a half minutes.

One minute.

If we wait any longer,

our prayers will
not be answered.

Okay, Sammo, jump!

I'm not even gonna
think the worst.

Oh, dear God.

God.

Walker, it is a
good day to live.

That it is, Sammo.

So did you enjoy
your stay, Sammo?

Yes. Texas is a
wonderful country.

You liked the Ranger
Museum in Waco?

Yes, very much.

And what about the Alamo?

Yeah, I remember it very much.

I must go, but
I'll miss you all.

We'll miss you too, Sammo.

Pleasure working with you.

The pleasure was all mine.

Goodbye, Walker. Bye.

Bye-bye. GAGE: See you later.

Take care. Bye-bye.

You were right, Walker.

I'm glad Sammo's one
of the good guys too.

Yeah. Yep.

d 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger d

d Are upon you d

d Any wrong you
do He's gonna see d

d When you're in
Texas Look behind you d

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