All language subtitles for Walker, Texas Ranger - S08E15 - Thunderhawk.en

( light rock action
theme playing)

( mellow theme playing)

ALEX: It says here,
in the next century

people will be living
longer, staying healthier,

and 5 percent of boys
and 10 percent of girls

born in the next five years
will live to be over a 100.

Now, Walker, isn't that amazing?

Does it say why
twice as many girls

will live to be over
100 than boys?

No, but I know why.

So do I.

Because a guy can't
get a word in edgewise

and it drives him crazy.

Very funny.

No. It's because women

express their feelings
and emotions more freely.

We don't keep things
bottled up inside.

I mean, all those
unexpressed feelings,

that's what makes you sick.

Think about it.

I mean, where do
those feelings go?

Do they just evaporate?

No.

They find some little pocket
and they bury themselves

and they fester and
that's what creates tumors,

high blood pressure,
probably cancer, you name it.

That's why women
live longer than men.

That's my theory.
What do you think?

Hey, Walker.

Sydney and Gage
got a 2-11 in progress.

Sounds like those
warehouse Cowboys.

What's wrong?

You don't wanna know.

We'll talk about this later.

Well, I feel better.

( upbeat theme playing)

Let's go, let's go,
let's go. Come on.

(man yelling instructions)

We gotta go.

Get in. Let's go.

Now we're gonna
have a little fun.

(laughs)

Goodbye.

(laughs)

Yes, great. Come on.

Let's go.

(tires squealing)

SYDNEY: Gage.
Next time I'm driving.

Freeze. Texas Rangers.

(grunts)

(grunts)

Merry Christmas.

(tires squealing)

You okay? Yeah. You okay?

Yeah.

(siren wailing)

You guys okay? We're okay.

Definitely a little
too close for comfort.

Yeah, we got one of 'em here,
but the rest of 'em got away.

The Cowboys? Yeah.

That's five warehouses
in three weeks.

Yeah, and that leader
sure seems to have a thing

for throwin' grenades.

WALKER: Anything on him?

GAGE: No.

Okay, run a check on him,
see what you can find out.

You got it.

LAMARR: The
Thunderhawk is completed.

Yes, yes, general, it's...

It's ready to be tested.

My head of security, Becker,

will be bringing it to you.

(buzzing)

Becker, would you come in?

Yes, sir?

General Norton says
three advisors from the NSC

are flying in to Camp
Stuart for the test.

Now, this is the
first time the military

will see this weapon in action.

Nothing can go wrong.

Nothing will go wrong, sir.

You have my word on it.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(engine starts)

(horn honking)

I don't like this, sir.

( action theme playing)

BECKER: Let's get outta here.

We're under attack
from two SUVs.

We need help at
Wheeler Junction.

( action theme playing)

(motor roaring)

(gunshots)

I think we made it, sir.

I believe you're right.

(grunts)

You all right, sir? Becker?

Becker, you okay, sir?

I'm okay, Jackson.
Take the case.

Get outta here.

All right.

Let's move it. Go, go, go.

( action theme playing)

(talking indistinctly
over radio)

BECKER: We almost made it.

I managed to return fire,

but then they shot Jefferies

and the car went outta
control and flipped.

That's the last thing
I can remember.

I woke up and the,
the case was gone.

What's in the case?

The future of modern
warfare, Ranger.

( dramatic theme playing)

( light rock action
theme playing)

♪ In the eyes of a Ranger ♪

♪ The unsuspecting stranger ♪

♪ Had better know the truth ♪

♪ Of wrong from right ♪

♪ 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger ♪

♪ Are upon you ♪

♪ Any wrong you
do He's gonna see ♪

♪ When you're in
Texas Look behind you ♪

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

( dramatic theme playing)

LAMARR: It's called
the Thunderhawk.

It's a sonic laser prototype,
the first of it's kind.

A sonic laser?

Well, a regular laser
focuses light waves.

A sonic laser
focuses sound waves.

So instead of
creating laser beams,

it creates sound beams.

Exactly.

The conventional
applications are astounding.

What are the
conventional applications?

Well, here, let me show you.

(typing on keyboard)

(computer beeps)

The Thunderhawk could
completely revolutionize

the field of demolition.

The Dunes Hotel,
Las Vegas, Nevada.

What took hundreds of
pounds of high explosives

and thousands of man hours,

often under extremely
dangerous conditions,

could've been accomplished
by a single sustained blast

of sonic waves,

and the medical
implications are astounding.

So it's like an ultrasound.

Yes, but a thousand
times more powerful,

and 100 times more precise.

Kidney and gallstones,
endocrine blockages,

even arteriosclerosis.
It's all a thing of the past.

Your security man, Becker,

called it the future
of modern warfare.

Oh, well, yes.

Uh, the military is
intrigued by the possibilities.

Theoretically, the Thunderhawk

is capable of generating a
beam of unimaginable power

that could be sustained
over thousands of miles.

Six Thunderhawks
strategically positioned

in a satellite system

would allow 100
percent global coverage.

We're talking

the end of conventional warfare.

Or the beginning
of something else.

Huh?

Well, Arthur was a good man.

ALL: Yeah.

DEKE: He was a straight shooter,

and he was the best forward
spotter we had in the Gulf.

To Arthur.

ALL: To Arthur.

Okay, now, back to business.

We got all our fences

screamin' for laptops.

They will pay top dollar
for every one we can deliver,

and we can deliver a lot.

So when are we gonna
do another warehouse?

Well,

it's not just another
warehouse, man.

It is the warehouse.

This is a place where they got

laptops in 20 pallets
every single month.

We're talkin' about

the Promised Land, boys.

Warehouse Airport 57.

Can I get an amen?

ALL: Amen.

(laughs): Amen.

Amen to bein' rich.

(laughing)

Are you all right?

I'm fine, Dr. Lamarr.

Who in your company
knew you were takin'

the Thunderhawk to Camp Stuart?

What are you suggesting?

You can't think this attack
came from inside the company.

We have to
investigate all avenues.

I'm sorry, of course.

It's just hard to even imagine.

Rangers, you... You
have to understand

each and every employee

is subject to a thorough
security evaluation.

By who, sir?

Oh, Security Chief
Becker and myself.

I mean, we're both well
aware of the sensitive work

our employees do.

We stand behind all of 'em.

Of course, we wanna
cooperate with the investigation.

In case a bad apple did slip by,

I suppose we could put
together a list of employees

you may want to interview.

Couldn't we?

Yes, yes, of course.

How soon could we have the list?

I'll have it for you
this afternoon.

We appreciate it.

( suspenseful theme playing)

So what do you think?

I think we check 'em all out,

including Dr. Lamarr and Becker.

We got an ID on the
Cowboy from the warehouse.

His name was Arthur
Johnson. He was a Gulf War vet.

Johnson had run-ins
with the law off and on

since he was a kid, but
nothing really serious.

Okay, you guys stay on it.

See what else you
can dig up on this guy.

Okay. You got it.

How's the list coming on

Lamarr Research and Design?

'Bout halfway through.

So far it's clean.

What about Becker?

Right now he's spotless.

Been at Lamarr for
the past three years.

Prior to that he
spent five years

as Head of Security
at the airport.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(turbines roaring)

We have the Thunderhawk.

Excellent.

I have your money.

All $50 million of it,

in bearer bonds,
as you requested.

We're in Warehouse 57

inside the industrial park

just east the airport.

Good. We'll be there in an hour.

The sheik will be
here in one hour.

So tell me something, Becker.

What's this guy
gonna use this for?

What do you care?
You're gettin' paid.

(knocking on door)

I got it.

(knocking continues)

Yeah?

DEKE: Yeah. How ya doin', man?

We got a pickup for
Metroplex Electronics right here.

Sorry, pal, we're closed.

No, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I-I-I got the orders in
the truck. Come on, man.

You know, hey,
come on, man, huh?

My orders outrank your orders.

We're closed.

Sorry about that.

Everything all right?

Yeah, some guy.

(yelling)

This is a robbery. Anybody
move and you're dead.

You're dead.

Get your hands up, okay?

Raise your hands.

Raise your hands
or you're goin' down.

Get your hands up.

We don't want any
trouble. Just help yourself.

Oh, you are a smart guy.

I think you and I are
gonna get along just fine.

Hey! You do it and you are dead.

Hey, somebody get over here

and watch these two
tough guys for me.

You got something
important in here? Huh?

Just take the computers
and get outta here.

Oh, I will, I will, but first
I just wanna see the...

The big deal in here, okay?

Whew.

Junk.

You are some very naughty boys.

What the hell is...? Whoa!

Get 'em!

(screaming)

Somebody cover me!

(screams)

Oh, Deke, I'm hit.

Come on. Let's
go, let's go, let's go.

Here you go! Grenade!

(screams)

(breaks squealing)

They weren't airport
security, that's for sure.

(laughs)

We'd better get outta
here before the cops come.

They called the lead guy Deke.

Yeah.

Find out who this
Deke is, and fast.

I'll talk to the sheik,

tell him we've had
a little problem.

Let's get outta here.

All right, ten computers gone,

two guards dead, and eight
fragments from by the wall.

Sounds like the
work of the Cowboys.

Yeah, it does.

What's this over here?

It's the spec manual.

For the Thunderhawk.
What's that doin' here?

Good question.

Didn't you say that Becker
was once Head of Security

here at the airport?

For five years.

Interesting.

( guitar solo theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(brakes squealing)

BECKER: I talked to the sheik.

I told him we'd have the
Hawk back in 48 hours.

Is that gonna happen, Jackson?

Why's this sheik in
such a big hurry anyway?

I don't know, and I don't care.

Now, are we gonna get
the Hawk back or not?

Meet the guy who ripped us off.

Find him. Get the Hawk.

You got it.

So, what do you
think it is, Deke?

I don't know. It could
be a rocket launcher

or something. I don't..

No, no. Maybe a...?
A radar detector?

It's not like any radar
detector I've ever seen.

Well, you wanna pull the trigger

and see what happens?

You wanna do it?

No.

Neither do I.

Then what are we
gonna do with it?

Get your hands off it.

I think I know somebody
who can help us with this,

so let's go. Just
nobody move into me.

Be very careful. Would
you go? Would you go? Go.

(people chattering)

Anything on the
Cowboys? SYDNEY: Yeah.

Yeah. We've done a little
digging on Arthur Johnson.

Turns out he hung
with a bunch of guys

he served with in the Gulf.

GAGE: Now, from what we can get,

it seems Johnson was
pretty much just a follower.

The leader of the group's a
guy named Deke Southern.

Yeah, we've been
trying to track him down,

but so far we've come up empty.

TRIVETTE: You guys
wanna look at this?

The two guards that got killed

at the warehouse
had criminal records.

Both of 'em?

TRIVETTE: Yep.
SYDNEY: That's strange.

They both got hired

at the airport less
than a month ago.

Now, how did two foxes
get to guard the henhouse?

Check and see who hired them.

Assistant Security
Chief James Jackson.

Why don't you guys go
pick up this Jackson guy?

Right. You got it.

You know, it still doesn't
make sense to me.

We find the spec book
for the Thunderhawk

at the warehouse, but
there's no Hawk to be found.

We got a robbery,
probably our Cowboys,

but the bodies we
find are these ex-cons

workin' as security guards.

They're not Cowboys at all.

What do you make of it?

Looks to me like we
have two groups here.

The first group stole
the Thunderhawk

and took it to the warehouse.

The second group
robbed the warehouse

and took the Thunderhawk
as part of the loot.

So we're hunting the
Cowboys and the Indians.

Yeah.

(rock music playing over PA)

This guy comes
in here sometimes.

Goes by the name of
Deke. You seen him?

I look like a rat, Serpico?

No. You look like a man

about to miss out
on a $10,000 reward.

Let me see that again.

Ah, yeah, yeah, he comes in.

Know where I can find him?

Is that 10,000 for real?

Oh, yeah.

Then I know exactly
where you can find him.

Good.

Okay, sonic
acceleration, pulse beam.

This is really amazing.

(laughs)

How amazing is it, Laz?

Well, the lowest setting,

knock the electrical
system right out of a tank,

pile of scrap metal.

Now, the highest
setting, who knows?

(laughing)

All right.

So let's go shoot
something with it, boys.

Yeah. Can you
figure how to use it?

Guys, I don't
wanna mess with it.

Why not? Come on, Laz.

It's out of my league.

It's out of all of our leagues.

Laz, please, there's...

There's gotta be
something we can use it for.

Yeah, something to get us
more than hitting warehouses.

I know. We could sell it.

To who?

Frankie. Frankie,
Frankie "The Fence."

He knows. No, no, come on.

Whoa, whoa. He knows
people who knows people.

The only question I got is, Laz,

about, uh, how much
should we ask for it?

I don't know. A million,
maybe. Maybe more.

DEKE: Oh, cool!

You know what
I'm thinkin'? Eight.

(laughs)

Eight million? DEKE: Uh-huh.

That's a lot of money, Deke.

I know. That's like
two million for me,

a million for each of you.

Sounds good to me, huh? Okay.

(laughs)

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay.

But we're all gonna
be very, very, very rich,

so I say we get started.

(baby crying)

James Jackson?

James Jackson?

But he don't answer
to James Jackson.

Only Jackson.

Try Jackson.

Jackson? Jackson, open up.

But he's not at home.

Well, do you know
where we might find him?

Yeah. Try Leo's on 18th.

Let's try Leo's on 18th.

Thank you.

But you didn't hear it from me.

Frankie, Frankie,
I'm tellin' you,

this is some sort of
high-tech secret weapon.

Is that a fact?

Huh?

Shoe's on the other
foot this time, Deke.

How...? How...?
How'd you find us?

Because you're stupid.

Well, okay. Okay,
okay, see, but you...

You shot at us first.
You got us goin' first.

Shut up, Deke. Sit down.

Okay. Okay.

Tell us where the
Thunderhawk is.

It's hidden. Ha-ha.

It's hidden where
nobody's gonna find it.

See, we're gonna sell
it to the highest bidder.

Maybe you're interested?

(laughing)

Okay. My highest bid
is your life, tough guy.

You think I'm kiddin'?

Oh, God.

Oh, oh, oh.

He was wounded anyway.

Okay. Okay, okay, I'll get it.

I promise, okay?

(rap music playing)

(people chattering)

BARTENDER: What can I do for ya?

We're looking for
this man right here.

His name is James Jackson.

Well, maybe we
should be asking you.

Ask all you want, cop.

Actually, if you
look real close,

it says Texas Ranger...

( action theme playing)

We asked one simple question.

They seemed a
little touchy to me.

There it is, good as new.

It's good.

Let's go.

Just to prove there's
no hard feelings,

you can keep the computers.

Okay, okay, tough guy?

Hey, you're all heart.

(beeping, whirring)

You messed with the wrong guy.

(charging)

(laser sound)

(cracks)

(all screaming)

(people screaming)

Damn.

Let's get the hell outta here.

We've got no blast
markings, no residue, either.

What do you think?

I think Dr. Lamarr is right

about what this
Thunderhawk can do.

Check this out, you guys.

Guess who was in the building.

Probably the Cowboys.

Yep. Lab matched the
prints from the six bodies

with the ones pulled from
the last two warehouse jobs.

It was all of 'em.

GAGE: This
Thunderhawk did all this?

That's one powerful weapon.

So I guess the people
who had the Hawk stolen

from them now
have the Hawk back.

Yeah, but who are they?

(phone ringing)

Well, we know that Jackson
is the muscle behind the theft

of the Thunderhawk.

TRIVETTE: Yeah, Trivette.

Question is, who's the brains?

Okay, thanks. M.E. Williams says

she's finished with the autopsy
report on Becker's driver.

Let's go talk to her.

We're coordinating the
stakeout at Jackson's apartment.

Good.

( suspenseful theme playing)

WILLIAMS: Walker,
your hunch was right.

There's no way that the bullet

that killed Jefferies
could've come

from outside the car.

He was shot at close range.

The bullet entered
beneath the right third rib

and exited at the left clavicle.

Right rib at close range?

Becker was in the
passenger seat.

Yeah. Let's go see
what he has to say.

Thanks, Mary. WILLIAMS: Sure.

(bird chirping)

Becker called in this morning.

He's taking a leave of absence.

Doesn't that make
you suspicious, sir?

Well, after what he's
been through, not at all.

Becker has served
with me ever since

I started working on the Hawk.

He's a dedicated
and loyal employee.

We'd like to see his office.

Sure.

Trivette, check the computer.
See what you can find.

(beeping)

He's encrypted all the posts.

I can't tell what he wrote.

How 'bout where he sent them?

Yeah. He's been e-mailing

the Dallas Airport
Security Office

for the last six months.

Jackson.

(computer beeping)

TRIVETTE: Look at these
e-mails. Overseas addresses.

I can check the
destination country here.

(computer beeping)

Walker, they're based in Iraq.

My God.

Call Sydney and Gage.
Have them contact Interpol.

(phone auto-dialing)

(phone ringing)

TRIVETTE: Yeah, Trivette.

The State Department
links the e-mail address

to an Iraqi terrorist
organization, the Black Talon.

Now the leader is
known as Sheik Ali Faisal,

who is anti-American, anti-West.

Basically he's
anti-everything but himself.

And he's had a major bone
to pick with the United States

ever since NATO took out
one of his chemical plants

resulting in the
death of his father.

SYDNEY: Faisal's
been in the market

for a nuclear device
three years running,

then six months ago

he just dropped
off the radar screen.

What's Becker's address?

10-02 Inwood Road.

Did you get that,
Sydney? SYDNEY: Got it.

Okay. Have Alex get you a
search and arrest warrant,

and meet us there.

Right.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(bird chirping)

(doorbell rings)

(with an accent):
Becker, my dear friend.

Sheik Ali Faisal.

(laughs)

What can I offer you?

Well, the Thunderhawk.

Ah, yes. Let's take
care of business.

It's right here, safe and sound.

And here are your 50
million in bearer bonds.

I'm curious, sheik. What
you gonna use it for?

I told you, Jackson,
that's none of our business.

Well, I've seen what it can do,

so I'm making it my business.

Well, what if I were to tell you

that I'm going to use it to
take out the United States

Capitol Building in Washington?

You're gonna what?

I'm going to eliminate
your entire Congress.

(laughs)

Do you have a problem with that?

You're damn right I
have a problem with that.

(grunts)

And what about you?

Do you have a problem with it?

As far as I'm
concerned, for $50 million

you can take out
the White House.

You know, I might just do that.

Come in and get your shares.

We're outta here in 10.

Search and arrest warrants.

Let's go.

(breaks squealing)

(siren wailing)

( action theme playing)

(grunting)

(screaming)

Where's the Thunderhawk?

You're too late,
Ranger. It's gone.

(people chattering)

Where is it, Becker?
Where's the Thunderhawk?

I'm gonna have to plead
the fifth on that one, Ranger.

You know, we tied
your e-mail to Ali Faisal

and the Black Talon.

So selling classified
secrets and weaponry

to foreign terrorist
organizations,

that's treason, right?

Sure is.

Yeah, well, good
luck provin' it.

You know, when the sheik
finds out you got caught,

he's gonna laugh.

He's gonna say that
stupid American got caught,

but I got away.

Oh, yeah? I'm stupid?

He paid me 50
million for that thing.

TRIVETTE: Fifty million?

That's pocket change to him.

Yeah, the sheik doesn't
care about the money.

What he wanted was the Hawk.

Which he has, hasn't he?

Are you gonna spend the
rest of your life in prison

while the sheik, who hates
Americans, gets away with it?

Come on, Becker.
You're smarter than that.

Tell us where it is, Becker,
then we'll cut you a deal.

BECKER: Okay, I want a deal.

The jetport up in Frisco.

OFFICER: Sir, I
need you to stand up

and put your hands
behind your back.

(speaking foreign language)

Go. Go now.

(charging)

Tell me you know
what you're doing.

If the manual's
right, I think I do.

(chuckles)

(buzzing)

What's...? What's happening?

I don't know.

(buzzing)

(tires screeching)

Run them down.

Hey, don't you think
we should move?

I can stop it.

Told ya.

Nice shootin'. Thanks.

( upbeat theme playing)

We got the Hawk
back to Dr. Lamarr,

Faisal's men are in
State Department custody

along with Becker
and his crew. Huh?

(cell phone rings)

Yeah, Trivette.

Excuse me.

I am so excited about going
to this restaurant tonight.

You know, before
all this came down

we were talking about...

Men and their emotions?

Yeah, right, yeah.

You wanna talk about this now

or when we get
to the restaurant?

I wanna talk about it now.

Okay. Typically men have trouble

communicating
their true feelings.

Oh, that's right.

And the toxic nature

of those unexpressed feelings?

Uh, huh.

Well, I have something
to say about that now.

I am all ears.

I can't think of
anything to say.

See what I mean?

Sydney and Gage have
got a code 10 bomb threat

at Reunion Plaza. We gotta go.

Now what is it?

You still don't wanna know.

We'll talk about this later.

Oh, and I'm sorry about dinner.

Yeah.

( humorous theme playing)

I guess I'll have a hamburger.

( light rock action
theme playing)

♪ 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger ♪

♪ Are upon you ♪

♪ Any wrong you
do He's gonna see ♪

♪ When you're in
Texas Look behind you ♪

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