All language subtitles for Walker, Texas Ranger - S01E02 - Borderline.en

( mellow theme playing)

I better lead on this one.

Why's that?

This is a lady. We
need a little finesse here.

You come on with that
squinty-eyed make-my-day stuff,

she'll clam up. Trust
me. I know women.

Okay.

You mean that?

Sure. I'll take notes.

MAN (over TV): And
as if that wasn't enough,

there's always his yacht,

tucked away on a small island

only miles from Mikonos,

and measuring a mere 185 feet.

(knocking on door)

This is luxury at its finest.

Who the hell's that?

I ain't expecting nobody.

Ask who it is.

Who is it?

TRIVETTE: Texas Ranger, ma'am.

Strip. What?

I said strip.

(man on TV
speaking indistinctly)

Sorry to barge in on
you like this, Miss Mason.

James Trivette, Texas Ranger.

This is Ranger Walker.

What you want?

Ask you a couple
questions if we may.

MASON: About what?

TRIVETTE: About
Benny Carl Devlin.

You used to be real close,
didn't you, Miss Mason?

I know him, yeah. I haven't
seen him in two years.

Look, I was just
getting in the shower.

I'm late for work already.

So if you'll excuse
me... Miss Mason,

Devlin's wanted for the
murder of a police officer.

We'd appreciate
cooperation, but if we have to...

Easy, partner. Easy.

The lady said that she
hasn't seen the man.

That's good enough for me.

I don't wanna make
you late for work, ma'am.

There is just one little thing.

I have a picture of Devlin.

It's pretty old.

The last time you saw him,

did he look pretty
much the same?

(yells)

(grunting)

Relax, Devlin. I
don't want to hurt you.

You already did.

Could have killed you.

TRIVETTE: How'd you know, man?

I may not know much
about women, Trivette,

but I do know they
don't put their makeup on

before they take a shower.

Much as I hate to admit it,

the man is good. Yeah.

Mr. Devlin, can I have a comment
before you enter the courtroom?

Please, Mr. Devlin. Just
one comment. Please.

MALE REPORTER: Do
you have any comment?

You've just seen
the accused killer,

Benny Carl Devlin,

and with us now is the assistant
district attorney, Alex Cahill,

who'll be responsible
for his prosecution.

Miss Cahill, can I have some
comment from you, please?

Mr. Devlin will stand
trial for first-degree murder

for the killing of off-duty
police officer Douglas Garcia,

who recognized Mr. Devlin
as a fugitive from justice

and was attempting
to apprehend him.

Officer Garcia was out
of uniform at the time,

but eyewitnesses will testify

that he clearly identified
himself as a police officer

before he was shot.

Office Garcia leaves behind
a wife and four young children.

We will make every effort

to obtain the maximum
conviction in this matter

and will not rest
until we accomplish it.

(cars honking)

I'm sorry I'm late.

I had a deposition in Denton.

If you still want to
do my testimony...

Can't. I gotta
get to the stables.

Amber's not acting right.

You treat that horse
just like a baby.

She is my baby.

She almost died
when she was born,

so, yeah, I suppose I
do treat her like a baby.

That's why I borrowed Uncle Ray.

My uncle Ray?

You always said he knew more
about horses than most vets.

Yeah, he does.

So he's gonna take a
look at Amber for me.

Actually, he sounded
really happy that I called.

He didn't mention anything
about grandchildren, did he?

What's that supposed to mean?

Never mind.

If you want my testimony
later, I'll be here.

What about tomorrow
morning? Breakfast.

C.D.'s, 7:30?

You're on.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(clanging)

(keys bang on floor)

Allow me.

Here you go, Miss Prosecutor.

You won't be needing that Mace.

I'm as harmless
as a little old lamb.

What do you want, Baker?

Just to congratulate you.

Assistant district
attorney of Tarrant County.

That's quite a honor.

Makes me kind of proud,

seeing as how it was me
that launched your career.

Really.

Little gal right
out of law school...

takin' down a big old south
Texas cowboy like me?

That's big stuff.

You can ride something
like that a long way,

and you sure as hell did.

Is that all?

One more thing.

( tense theme playing)

I just wanted you to know

that every night
while I was in prison,

every night for
the last 6 years,

just before I went to sleep

I thought about you.

The way you looked
in that courtroom.

Them long perfect legs
moving back and forth,

strutting like they
belonged to a $50 whore.

I guess that thought's
about the only thing

that got me through my misery.

All right, Baker, that's enough.

You open your
mouth one more time,

I'll file harassment charges.

I'll put you back in prison

where you
obviously still belong.

Fort Worth's a little
bitty place, darling.

We'll be seeing each
other again real soon.

(tires squeal)

Thanks.

You up for lunch?

WALKER: I'm up to
my neck in paperwork.

I'm gonna have to take
you under my wing, Walker.

Teach you the
ABCs of organization.

Look at that.

What in the world is that?

Computer watch.

Adds, subtracts, multiplies,
keeps 300 phone numbers

and has a memo
pad. Now, watch this.

(beeps)

I'm now programming in
my schedule for tomorrow.

(beeping)

Why don't you just
write it on a notepad.

Because then I'd have
to carry a telephone book

to store the
information it holds.

Well, I think I'll stick to
the old-fashioned way.

I got shot at once

while looking up a number.

Phone book saved my life.

You want some bad news?

What?

Somebody just saw
Dewey Baker in town.

I thought he was in Huntsville.

Not anymore.

He's out, and he's
right here in Fort Worth.

( dramatic theme playing)

(horse whinnies)

RAY: Yes.

Yes, I know you don't like it,

but you have no choice
in the matter, do you?

Horse bicarb and equine aspirin?

That's it? That's it.

Oh. I guess I was expecting

some sort of mystical
Cherokee potion.

Maybe some ancient
wisdom thrown in.

The wisdom is in
honoring the animal

and helping it understand
who's in charge.

Swallow.

Good. Good.

Thanks.

Just rub her sides
and belly, down strokes,

nice and easy,
and she'll be fine.

Okay.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Hello, nephew.

WALKER: Hello, uncle.

Walker, can't you learn to
make noise like normal people?

Sorry. Just a habit.

How's Amber?

Oh, it's just colic.

She must have got
some thistle in her belly,

but she'll be fine.

That's good.

Well, I'll be getting back now.

Thank you very much.
I really appreciate it.

Ah, you're welcome.

Something up?

Dewey Baker's in town.

I know. He's already
paid his respects.

When?

This afternoon at
the parking garage.

What'd he say?

That I had nice legs

and he thought about
me a lot in prison.

This isn't funny, Alex.

The guy's dangerous.

Walker, if I ran to you
every time I got a threat,

neither one of us would
get very much work done,

now, would we?

He has no ties to this
area except for you.

So?

So be careful.

I will.

I promise.

But don't expect me to crumble

because of a little
sexual innuendo.

The only thing that's important
to me right now is the trial,

putting Benny Carl
Devlin on death row.

Okay, tough guy,

but I'm still gonna
follow you home.

I'm not going home.

I have a date.

The tennis pro?

He has a name.

I know. Timmy.

Timothy. Timothy.

Is that any worse than Cordell?

No, Alexandra, I just have
a problem with a grown man

making a living in
short pants, that's all.

TIM: Alex? You in here?

You behave.

Down here, Timothy.

Good night, girl.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hello, Alex, dear.

(thunder rumbles, horses whinny)

Oh.

Hello, Ranger.

Alex, I hope you
brought an umbrella.

It's gonna pour tonight.

Where you taking her?

Walker, that's none
of your business.

A man I put in prison
hassled me today.

My self-appointed guardian
is worried about me.

Well, don't lose any
sleep over it, Mr. Ranger.

She's in good hands.

I've got a green belt in judo.

Oh, green.

Pretty color.

Come on, Alex.

( slow, acoustic
guitar theme playing)

(thunder crashing)

Shoot.

(breathing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(gasps)

(speaks indistinctly)

(grunts)

(thunder booms)

( tense theme playing)

(police chattering indistinctly)

WALKER: Did you
find anything, Jamie?

A real pro with the
security system.

Looks like he got
in and out clean.

Why don't you all take a break.

Are you ok?

Yeah.

Can I put this stuff away?

Yeah, sure.

Feel free to say
"I told you so."

I'm just glad you're okay.

Now, I want you to think.

Hair, eyes, hands.

Is there anything that
you can remember?

It was dark. He was behind me.

Look, maybe it wasn't Baker.

I've prosecuted a
lot of other sickos.

You know it was him, Alex,

and he's sending you a message.

And I think it's time
you started listening.

Do you know how
far back these go?

Two, three weeks.

Exactly the time he's been here.

Pretty thin.

Not too thin for me.

( dramatic theme playing)

Where to?

2200 Pittman.

See the paper this morning?

Used to be decent
people could sleep at night.

Now the whole country's
crawling with scum

that ain't got no
respect for the law.

Whatever you say.

Didn't used to be that way.

I was sheriff over in Cuervo
County for eight years.

I got results.

The crime rate's
never been lower.

That right?

Yep.

2200 Pittman?

You sure about that address?

Park behind the dumpster.

Anything you say, Ranger.

( tense theme playing)

Turn it off.

Hands on your head.
You know the procedure.

Out.

Cordell Walker. The
Ranger's Ranger.

You didn't really expect
to fool anybody, did you?

Assume it.

BAKER: Ooh, I'll be a son of
a gun. Look what we got here.

A Buffalo Ranger.

Keep it up, Baker.

This is one buffalo that
could trample your stupid face.

Careful, now. Use of force.

You might end up in
prison, just like I did.

Where were you last night?

I don't have to answer that.

You don't have to
answer anything, Baker.

I'll take you straight to jail.

What's so special
about last night?

You tell us.

I was working.

Where were you between 9 and 10?

DFW.

Picked up a fare in
Bluff View a little after 9.

He had a 10:30 flight.

It's all in the logbook,
right there on the front seat.

Where's your camera?

I don't have one.

Open your trunk.

You got probable cause?

Broken taillight. That
good enough for ya?

I like you, Walker.

A lawman that ain't
afraid to improvise.

You and me, we cut
out of the same cloth.

I know all about you, Baker.

I don't like you.

You're nothing but a sadistic
bully who hid behind his badge.

Texas Rangers.

You clowns wouldn't last five
minutes where I come from.

Save it, Baker. Just
open the damn trunk.

(keys jingle)

BAKER: Golly gee.

No camera.

What a disappointment.

We will check this out,
and your apartment,

and everything else about you.

In the meantime,
here's a restraining order.

You come within 300
yards of Alex Cahill,

I'll put you back in
Huntsville so fast,

you won't even
know what happened.

If you've got a problem,
Walker, it's in your head.

Why would I want to harm
a pretty little thing like that?

She changed my
whole life around.

Besides, if I wanted
to hurt anybody,

I could do it from a lot
farther than 300 yards.

Don't even think of it.

( dramatic theme playing)

( slow rock theme playing)

What's going on?

I'm under surveillance

and they think I don't know it.

That's where you come
in, isn't it, little buddy?

I'll help you, Dewey.

Didn't I always say it when
we was cellmates together?

That I'd help ya?

Wipe your mouth.
You got spittle on it.

Okay, now, I'm gonna bail out,

and I want you to drive
around for about an hour

and then ditch this thing.

We'll meet tomorrow
just like I planned.

(indistinct police
radio chatter)

(country music playing on radio)

(knocking)

Walker?

I checked out Baker's story.

The guy's wife said he
was picked up at 10 after 9,

but that she didn't
see who the driver was.

Now, he's coming
back tomorrow morning.

I'm gonna meet
him at the airport

and I'm gonna show
him a mug shot of Baker.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm staying here tonight.

Absolutely not.

Look, I've got Baker
under surveillance,

but you're not safe
until he's put away.

Walker, I appreciate
your concern,

but let me ask you something:

If I were a man, would
you come out here

and thrown down your
dusty sleeping bag?

Alex, I've known at least a
dozen DAs out of your office,

and believe me, if Dewey
Baker was after any one of them,

they'd be running for
the nearest telephone

to call the National Guard.

But you gotta be tougher
than any man, right, Alex?

Look, if I have to, I'll
sleep out on the porch,

but you're not
staying alone tonight.

(knocking on door)

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Walker... No, no.

Oh, boy.

I couldn't remember whether
you said Grigio or chardonnay,

so I bought 'em both.

What's he doing here?

I dropped by to see if you
were wearing your green belt.

(ominous theme playing)

(dog barking)

TIM: Ma chéri, pour toi.

Mm. Ooh.

Et moi.

Sure you won't have
any wine, Walker?

Maybe... one for the road?

You'll be leaving
before I will, Timmy.

And I don't drink on duty.

(clattering)

(whispers): Get down.

( mysterious theme playing)

(dog barking)

Freeze!

Walker, you take it easy?

How'd you know I was out here?

I felt the ground shaking.

Ha. Funny.

What the hell are
you here, Trivette?

I could ask you
the same question.

I asked you first.

Okay. I'm moonlighting,
I'm selling magazines.

I just need two
more subscriptions

for this Hawaiian
vacation on a cruise ship

with a thousand
dentists from Minneapolis.

Funny.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

( mysterious theme playing)

What happened?

Somebody killed my horse.

Amber's dead.

Someone killed Amber.

(sobbing)

( melancholic theme playing)

How could anyone
do a thing like that?

Baker's capable
of doing anything.

I should've listened to you.

You're right about me, you know.

Too stubborn for my own good.

That's not a bad thing to be.

Sometimes.

It's the way I grew up.

I had to scratch for
everything that I had.

My education.

My law degree.

My clothes.

Sometimes even the food I ate.

Then I got married.

I thought that would
make things easier.

Having a partner.

Turned out to be a noose
that almost choked me to death.

So I got a divorce.

After that, I became...

What's the word
everybody loves to use?

"Independent."

Do you know how many
lawyers and judges resent me

when I'm successful
in the courtroom?

When I'm tough?

Or better prepared?

Or as they say,
just plain lucky?

Do you know how many
times I've heard "little lady"

by men who would love
to celebrate my losses

by taking me out to
dinner and then off to bed?

And God help you if you
make a mistake or falter once.

'Cause then there's a whole
chorus out there, whispering,

"Honey, you got nice blue eyes,
but you just can't quite cut it."

Why the hell am I
telling you all this?

Well, maybe
because you're in pain.

What happened?

I thought Baker
was being watched.

He slipped surveillance.

And there's something else.

His alibi for the
break-in checked out.

How can that be?

There's only one
way. He had help.

Someone else
broke into your house,

the same someone who
covered for him last night.

And now there's no
sign of him anywhere.

Alex, I have a feeling
the preliminaries are over.

Next time he comes after
you, it's gonna be for real.

I want you to go into
hiding until I can find him.

I can't.

I can't watch over you
24 hours a day, Alex.

You are in danger.

Walker, believe me, the
way I'm feeling right now,

I would love to run and hide,

but if I leave now,

Benny Carl Devlin
is gonna get dumped

on another prosecutor
and he might go free.

He might walk.

There's no way I'm
gonna take that chance.

Am I being too independent?

Yes, you are.

But I admire you for it.

All right. So, what's the plan?

Did I mention a plan?

Ah. Wonderful.

Every muscle-head
ex-con in two counties

works out here.

We're just gonna
walk in and ad-lib.

(weights clanking)

(grunting)

MAN: One more set, one more set.

They should just forget
about towels in here

and issue deodorant, huh?

Gentlemen.

Can I sign you up today?

Got a special, 2-for-1.

Of course, it's supposed to
be for husbands and wives,

but in your case, I
could make an exception.

I wanna know about Dewey Baker.

Don't know him.

You had the cell right
next to him in Huntsville.

Look, if you've got paper,
serve me. Take me down.

I still won't talk about Baker.

If you ain't got paper,
get out of my face.

Let me explain
something to you, Gilliam.

You're still on parole,

and half these guys in
here are convicted felons.

I could bust you right now,
put you back on the inside.

Look, law says
I can't fraternize.

So if any of these fine
gentlemen have records,

I wouldn't know.

(man grunts)

What if some of
these fine gentlemen

are dealing drugs
on your premises?

What does the
law say about that?

Hey, Mando.

That's a lot of weight.

Don't wanna get a hernia.

Put another plate on.

Put 'em both on.

(weights clanking)

Okay.

I got it.

(grunts)

(stuttering): Get...
Get the weight off.

Relax.

THUG: Hey, you can't
do that to Armando.

(screams)

Say please.

Uh-uh. Don't
even think about it.

Look, pal, you don't
want to do this, all right?

Now you owe me.

That's 100 for the frames,

Forty-two fifty for the lenses.

(screams)

Let go.

Let go.

That's an amazing
stroke of luck.

I mean, Mando's
here and holding.

It's almost as if
somebody set up a buy.

Well, you know the
old saying, Trivette,

luck is 98 percent hard work.

Your choice, Gilliam.

I can take you down with them,

or talk to me about Baker.

Okay, okay, but listen, if
he's anywhere around here

you gotta protect
me. That man's crazy.

Have you seen him
since he's been out?

No. If I did, I'd hide.

When you were on the
inside, did he ever say anything

about the prosecutor
who put him away?

( dramatic theme playing)

Oh, yeah.

She was his favorite
topic of conversation.

Used to hear him talking to
Duane all the time about her.

Who's Duane?

Duane, uh, Hopkins.
His cellmate.

Sometimes, late at night,

Baker'd be lying
there after lights out,

and he'd be tellin' Duane...

what he wanted to
do to that woman.

How he planned to grab her

and take her off to
some secluded cabin

someplace where nobody'd
ever hear her scream.

What about this guy Duane?

Is he still inside?

No. He got out before I did.

That little punk.

He wouldn't have lasted
five minutes without Baker.

What was he in for?

Burglary. Oh, yeah,
he was a peeper too.

Used to break into
girls' apartments.

Probably took pictures.

Dewey, they're looking for me.

I went into Jack's
to get a beer,

and they told me the
cops had been there.

A-a-and they were
looking for you too.

How'd they get on to you?

I don't know.

I hadn't said nothing to nobody.

It's Walker.

Dewey, you told me I'd be safe.

You told me they
wouldn't find out about me.

I've come to a
conclusion, Duane.

Now, the answer to this
problem is really quite simple.

We gonna have to
kill ourselves a Ranger.

And I've chosen
you to set him up.

(ringing)

Walker.

DUANE: This is Duane Hopkins.

I heard you're lookin' for me.

Where are you?

I'm scared, Walker.
Baker's crazy.

I think he's gonna kill me.

Tell me where you are, Duane.

I'll send a police
unit to pick you up.

No. No cops.

Uh, Baker, he's got
friends on the force.

I'm only talkin' to you, Walker.

And I want immunity.

Uh, that's my deal.

Okay. Where and when?

( suspenseful theme playing)

(water dripping)

(pigeons cooing)

(rope creaking)

( dramatic theme playing)

( mellow theme playing)

(indistinct chattering)

( suspenseful theme playing)

WOMAN: All right, all right.

I'll be in my office.

I got it, counselor.

(phones ringing)

(indistinct chattering)

Baker, freeze!

Ooh!

(crowd shouting)

( dramatic theme playing)

Ooh!

Ahh!

Move it! Or I'll kill 'em both.

(coughing)

Ahh! Back!

(grunting)

MAN: Where'd he go?

MAN 2: I don't know.
I think he's out there.

Everybody stay down!

( dramatic theme playing)

(crowd shouting)

(engine starts)
Get out of the way!

(tires squealing)

Let her go, Baker!

Let her go!

Out! Now!

(grunting)

(tires squealing)

(sirens approaching)

(indistinct police
radio chatter)

Have the choppers concentrate

on all the roads
leading out of town.

Out.

Find anything?

Well, I can tell you what
kind of gum he chews,

what type of junk food he eats,

and I got these gas receipts.

That's it right now.

(officers chattering)

MAN: Give me
some shots over here.

MAN 2: All right, I'm on it.

MAN: Charlie!

Get some more units over here.

I wanna keep these people clear.

Please, move along. Thank you.

You got something?

Cedar leaves.

What's the location
on those gas receipts?

All local.

Wait a minute.

He filled up in Miller's
Flats two days ago.

Miller's Flats?

Aren't there cedar
trees out there?

There's a bunch of 'em.

That was my district
when I was a rookie.

How about cabins?

As I recall, there's a
couple of cabins out there.

Yeah. Why? Come on.

Gilliam said Baker's
gonna take her to a place

where no one can
hear her scream.

(engine starts)

( dramatic theme playing)

I wanna be fair
about this, sweetheart.

I'm gonna give you a
nice, long head start.

BAKER (voice echoing): Yoo-hoo!

Where's the little girl?

Where you at?

Dewey's gonna find you.

You're a nice pretty
little girl. Don't run away!

(breathing heavily)

(screams)

You lost one shoe.

I took the other one off.

Didn't look right
to have just one.

You know I'm goin'
to hurt you, don't you?

Don't you? Hm?

(whispers): Yes.

Well, I just wanted to make sure

you knew the reason why.

The real reason.

You see, it ain't
got nothing to do

with the fact that
you put me in prison.

(chuckles)

No, ma'am. That's
the least of it.

What's got me so angry is

I've been just
sittin' here thinki"

about all the good folks
down in Cuervo County

that's suffered because of you:

Men, women, kids too.

Friends of mine,

Folks that I protected while
I was sheriff down there.

Sheriff for eight years.

While I was away in Huntsville

serving that bogus
charge you trumped up,

everything just
kind of went to hell.

'Cause you know why?

They replaced me

with some namby-pamby
bleeding-heart liberal,

who ain't got the guts
to arrest a jaywalker.

Who doesn't beat prisoners

or terrorize everyone who
tries to complain about it.

I did what I had to do.

I utilized whatever
means available to me

to discourage the presence

of murderers,
thieves and rapists

in Cuervo County.

Now, since I left there,

the crime rate's
gone up 30 percent.

That's a fantasy,
and you know it.

There isn't a county in Texas

that has had half that amount.

You know, I've always
considered myself

a problem-solver.

But for the life of me,

I can't figure out how
to get your clothes off

when you're all
tied up like that.

I think I'll start at the top

and work my way down.

Ah! Ow!

Drop it!

Drop it now!

I'll cut her!

Now kick it away and
move over there with him.

Do it! Or I'll cut her!

Now!

That's a good boy.

(gags)

Baker, stop.

Think about it.

This is your opportunity to
get at that Buffalo Ranger

you were talking about, huh?

Remember?

Come on, let her go.

Hold it! That's far enough!

(grunting)

Ah!

Ahh!

Walker, I got it. Thank you.

I'm not done yet.

(grunts)

You okay?

ALEX: Walker, we're gonna
be late for the victory party.

WALKER: There are
many ways to celebrate.

For the tenth time,
what are we doing here?

For the tenth time, stop
asking so many questions.

Okay, fine.

You explain this to
C.D. He's expecting us

to come straight
from the courthouse

to his place for
free beer and ribs.

C.D.'s ribs will wait.

Come on.

Come on, Walker.

I got Devlin
convicted, didn't I?

Murder, first degree.

So don't you think I deserve

to go to my own victory party?

It'll only take a
minute. Come on.

I haven't been here
since Amber died.

Oh, shh.

What?

You'll see.

What?

You'll see.

(gasps)

(horse whinnies)

I bought this little
critter for the ranch.

But she's just too
dadgum independent.

So I'd really appreciate it

if you'd take her off my hands.

(gasps)

Oh, she's beautiful.

Oh, yes, you are, aren't you?

You're just beautiful,
you sweet baby.

Cordell...

Cordell, sometimes
you just amaze me.

Well, Alexandra,

the truth is you're
pretty amazing yourself.

(horse whinnies)

(chuckles)

Love your pink bow.

(chuckles)

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