All language subtitles for Walker, Texas Ranger - S03E09 - Payback.en

( slow, mysterious
theme playing)

MARK: Elwood, come on,
man, Let's just go grab a Caddy

or a Lexus and get out of here.

You know what a
handicapped van's worth,

all tricked out with
hydraulics like that?

It's too special.

Right here in the parking lot?

The keys are in the ignition.

We'll be gone before she
knows what's happening.

Look, maybe Chico
vouched for you.

When you're with me,
you do what you're told.

All right?

Forty-two minutes.

What 42 minutes?

I've been waiting for
you for 42 minutes.

I was not in there for 42...

You know how many kinds
of bottled water there are?

Yeah, one. Tap. No.

See, man, you'd
drink out of a swamp.

Okay, watch it there.

Come on.

Excuse me.

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey! What are you...?

The human body is
98 percent water, right?

The in and out, there's...
What's going on?

Go, go.

Texas Rangers!

Get out of here, kid.

Texas Rangers.

Somebody help us!

Are you okay? Yeah.

It's all right. I'm a Texas
Ranger. I'm all right.

Okay. All right?
What's his name?

Robbie. Robbie? Okay, all right.

They can't take my van.

I understand. I understand.
We're lucky to be alive, huh?

WALKER: Damn it.

He's just a kid.

(sirens blaring)

You had to do what
you had to do, man.

I think I know
that boy, Trivette.

( light rock action
theme playing)

Yes, I'd recognize
him if I saw him again.

And, yes, I'll testify.

Those so-and-sos.

So-and-sos?

You could do better
than that, Mom.

They didn't know they
were being followed,

and they hadn't seen
the carjacker before.

It's pretty much the standard
m.o., except for the vehicle.

It's loaded with a lot
of whistles and bells

to make life easier for Robbie.

I'm glad you and
your son are okay.

We'll get a police
van to take you home.

What are the chances of
us getting our van back?

Not very good, I'm afraid.

I'd recommend you contact
your insurance company

about getting a new one.

Well, there's no
replacing that van.

The equipment inside
there cost $80,000.

The insurance company
only covers the vehicle,

and maybe 20,000.

You want us to, uh, call
your husband, ma'am?

No. About a year
ago a drunk driver

ran a red light and
killed my husband,

and put Robbie in a chair.

The church and the school,
the whole neighborhood

got a fund together
and had that van built

to take Robbie to
therapy and so on.

ROBBIE: The doctors said
that I'd never walk again.

They also said that I'd never
throw a ball again either.

Now I'm playing wheelchair
basketball at the center,

so we're not buying their story.

JAN: Yeah, we're
not buying their story.

Attaboy.

Well, here's your van.

All right.

I don't think you're
gonna fit in there.

We're gonna have to
put you up in front, okay?

All right, grab ahold.

Here we go. Ready? And up we go.

Ah, there you go.

Okay, let's buckle you in here.

There.

All right.

You going?

Uh, yeah.

I'll see you a
little later, okay?

The officer will help
you when you get home.

Oh, we can manage. We always do.

Thank you.

It's a pleasure.

Thanks.

Okay, you take care, son.

Keep playing that
basketball, all right?

Bye. Bye-bye.

We gotta get that
boy's ride back.

WALKER: Yeah, I busted
Mark Burnette two years ago

for dealing in drugs.

It was a good bust,
but... It didn't stick.

I was in El Paso
on an assignment

and he got off
on a technicality.

They should've put
him in drug rehab,

but now he's dead.

We developed this
information on a carjacking ring.

It's operating out of a
garage in South Dallas.

You have to get these guys.

I mean, they're responsible
for 20 carjackings

and three deaths in
the last few months.

We will.

See you, Al.

WALKER: How do you
figure a kid like Mark Burnette?

Comes from a rich family,

has all the advantages,

and winds up dead
beside a dumpster.

Hell if I know.

TRIVETTE: You know,
I know it weighs on you,

but don't be so
hard on yourself.

That's something
I'll never get used to.

What was that?

Hey, you ruined my suit!

Let's get out the road

before someone
else tries to hit us.

Did you get his license number?

No. It's his lucky day.

His lucky day?

Yeah. Any other time,
I'd chase him down.

But right now, I wanna
find that van. Let's go.

MAN: Come on, ladies.
We ain't got all week.

Get that cranny up
underneath there.

Shipment goes tonight.

Luther! Luther, come on.
Get these seats crated up.

I want nothing but
dust by sundown.

Rangers?

What can I do for you?

We'd like to ask
you a few questions.

Always glad to help
law enforcement.

Why you taking these cars apart?

They're junkers.

Stripping them
down for spare parts.

Big money on the resale market.

Hey, Walker, this
Jaguar's reported stolen.

I knew that guy
looked suspicious.

So I guess that gives
us probable cause

to tear this place apart.

Why don't we do
this the easy way?

Are you running
a chop shop here?

Chop shop? Get him, boys!

( suspenseful theme playing)

Come back here.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Are you running
a chop shop here?

( suspenseful theme playing)

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Are you running
a chop shop here?

Yeah, just don't hit me again.

Did you chop up a van? A
special van for the handicapped?

You'd remember it.

No, no. I just deal
in real-people cars.

Quick resale stuff.

Who deals in the other stuff?

It's a whole other bunch.

They don't chop it up.

They're stolen to order
and usually ends up

in Mexico or South America.

Give me a name.

I'm telling you, it's
a whole other bunch.

All right, turn around.

Hands behind your back.

TRIVETTE: How come
you look like you're ready

for an inspection
and I look like mud?

Sometimes you eat the
bear, sometimes it eats you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Hell, I don't know.

I'll get Forensics.

Yeah.

You look like
something a coyote's ate

and puked over a cliff.

Thank you, C.D.

Tough day?

Yeah.

Walker's pushing pretty hard.

He really wants to get those
jerks that stole Robbie's van.

Yeah, he'll do it too.

Any new leads in that
courthouse shooting?

No, not yet.

The guy was up
there for a long time.

They found a bunch of
French cigarettes up there, C.D.

Hm.

Hey, bartender, hit me again.

Here you go. Thanks.

I wanna tell you, I can't
wait for this day to be over.

That makes two of us.

Somebody tries to shoot you,
somebody tries to run you over.

Hey, hey, hey. What do you
mean they tried to run me over?

Oh, this is my imagination?

Well, how do you know
they didn't try to run you over?

Because the bad
guys hate you more.

I'll see you tomorrow morning.
We'll get back on that van.

All right. Where
you going? It's early.

I'm gonna go see Robbie,

take him that football you had
Troy Aikman autograph for you.

Always glad to
help a Cowboy fan.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Why'd you try to kill me?

I was only trying to take a
shot at the million dollars.

What million dollars?

That's the bounty on your head.

TRIVETTE: Don't
give me that crap.

You said somebody put a contract
out on Walker. Who put it out?

I told you, I don't know.
I just heard it, that's all.

You just... Take off the hat.

You just heard it?

Yeah.

But you don't
know who put it out?

Don't play with me, Klein.
You heard about it somewhere.

KLEIN: In a pool hall.

TRIVETTE: In a pool hall.

Okay.

So if everything goes right
and you kill Walker, then what?

Then I'm in Hawaii,
surrounded by hula dancers.

TRIVETTE: Don't
you see the gap here?

How are you supposed to get paid

if you don't know who
put out the contract?

Word is, you can prove it,
you'd be contacted and paid.

And how did you
intend to prove it?

I was gonna give them Walker's
badge and the bloody knife.

You son of a...
Easy, easy, Trivette.

Easy, easy.

Did you hear
anything in the pool hall

about a stolen van yesterday?

Would you...?
Forget about the van.

He's saying somebody's
trying to kill you.

That's their problem. I
asked you a question.

I don't know anything
about a stolen van.

You better not be lying to me.

Yeah.

If it's that important to you,
I'd try and cut myself a deal.

I don't know anything
about a stolen van,

but maybe we could deal on a
woman that smuggles parrots.

Easy, easy, easy. Easy.

Wow, is it really his signature?

Yep. You can ask him
yourself on Sunday.

Sunday?

I got two tickets to the
game. You wanna go?

Can I, Mom? Please?

Sure. And I'm jealous.

Well, I just stopped by
to drop the football off.

Okay, bye, Ranger Walker.

Bye-bye, pal. Thanks.

I'll see you Sunday. Yeah.

Okay.

You've been terrific.

Well, he's a terrific kid.

Yeah. Anything new on the van?

Well, not yet,
but we'll find it.

Thank you for everything.

My pleasure.

All right, I've been going
over this list of people

who might want you
dead. It's a big list, man.

But I think we
can narrow it down

by eliminating
everybody who can't afford

the million-dollar price tag.

Mm-hm.

So I say we hit the streets,

rattle some cages and
see what jumps out.

Later.

Later? Why later?

Because the longer
that van's missing,

the less chance we
have of getting it back.

Walker, I realize that
getting the kid's van back

is important to you.

No, it's important to him.

Yeah, but half of Dallas is
out there gunning for you.

You think we should
deal with this first?

Nope.

Man, I think you should
lay low for a while.

Forget it, Trivette.

We're going to Mark Burnette's
house to talk to his parents

and see who he was
running around with.

Mrs. Burnette.

How dare you come here?

I'm very sorry about what
happened to your son.

Please, spare me. You
shot him, for God's sakes.

It was the last
thing I wanted to do.

Oh, is that right?

Yes, ma'am.

I have nothing to say to you.

WALKER: Could I
talk to your husband?

My husband died many years ago.

And now my son's
dead too, thanks to you.

Are you mad enough
at Ranger Walker

that you wanna see
him dead, Mrs. Burnette?

No. I'm a Christian.

But I'm a long way
from forgiveness.

Now, please just go.

Well, from the
looks of this place,

she could afford a
million-dollar contract.

She wouldn't know
how to put a contract out.

She's upset, but
who can blame her?

Wait. Don't go.

I was inside. I heard.

Please don't be too mad at Mom.

What's your name?

Rita. Mark is...

Was my brother.

I just want you to
know I don't blame you

for what happened to Mark.

I appreciate that.

Mom let him have his
way with everything.

Even after he was
busted for selling drugs,

she still cut him
a lot of slack.

Do you know who your
brother's friends were?

Well, he didn't have many.

Not nice ones, anyways.

Well, we're kind of
looking for the bad ones.

Well, the only one I
ever met was Chico.

He and Mark used to
go down to Mexico a lot,

probably for drugs.

Does Chico have a last name?

Never heard it.

He's a big guy with a
scar across his forehead.

Mark said it was
from a bottle of tequila.

Do you know where
we can find him?

No, I'm sorry.

But I hope you bust the
guys that got Mark into this.

Thank you.

Thanks, Rita.

( mysterious theme playing)

Hey, uh, I got that, uh,
chandelier you ordered.

Oh.

Cobalt. Morning.

Oh, Trivette, man.

What a pleasant
surprise. Long time no see.

Not long enough, huh?

What you got in the crate?

Oh, nothing. Just a little
cheap old cut glass chandelier.

I'm trying to make
20 bucks off of it,

selling to this guy
in the shop here.

The crate is worth
more than that, Cobalt.

Walker. Don't stand
close to it, please, okay?

I wanna know about
a carjacking ring

that stole a specially built van

for the handicapped
two days ago.

Would you just please keep
away from my crate, huh?

Let me guess.

Since every lowlife in Dallas
is aiming lightning at Walker,

you don't want him standing
next to this merchandise

when the thunder claps.

Yeah, something like that.

So why don't you tell me
who put out the contract?

The carjacking ring?

Walker... Don't
know a thing about

no carjacking ring because
that's a violent thing.

I'm not into that stuff.

So can you just keep
away from my crate?

Do you know a guy named Chico?

No. A little farther away?

Who put out the contract?

He had a big scar
on his forehead.

That'd be Chico Gonzales.
Yeah, real bad actor. Real bad guy.

I'm only gonna ask
you one more time.

Can we deal with
one thing at a time?

You know where Chico hangs out?

Hell, I don't know. Around.

Can we continue this discussion
on the other side of the alley?

I know what this is.

This is the chandelier
from the heist

at the governor's
mansion last week.

Hey, no way.

Who put out the contract?

Frank Sandreen.
Uh, that's a maybe.

Everybody thinks it's him.
Nobody knows for sure.

Excuse me.

Frank Sandreen?

Yeah, don't tell
him I told you, okay?

Well, you busted half of his
drug operation last month.

That would make sense.

Who does Chico run around with?

Uh, a guy named Elwood Trask.

Last I heard, they're
running black market

contraband out of Mexico.

Where can I find this Trask?

Same place. Around. Would
you guys do me a really big favor

and just stay away
from my truck, okay?

( suspenseful theme playing)

This is starting to get old.

So, what are we gonna do now?

I'm gonna go see Sandreen.

I'd like for you to check with
all the dealerships in town.

See if anyone bought a window
that would fit the stolen van.

You got it.

Hey, careful with Sandreen.

Right.

You again.

Now you're beginning
to tick me off.

I got greedy. I should've
brought more help.

Who sent you? Hey, I
work for my own account.

Was it Frank Sandreen?

Name rings a bell, but
it really doesn't matter.

Why?

Because by this time next week,

I'll be onto a new job, in Fiji.

Did I fail to mention
you're under arrest?

Arrest away, Ranger.

By the time I come to trial,
you won't be alive to testify.

Right.

I don't know how much you're
paying these boys, Frank,

but it's too much.

Walker, Walker, Walker.

Don't you ever get
tired of harassing me?

I'm not here to harass you.

I'm here to threaten your life.

Come again?

Call it off, Frank.

It's beginning to irritate me.

I'm not following you.

One more attempt on my
life, and I'm coming after you.

Oh, the contract.

So that's what
all this is about.

You're talking to the wrong man.

I didn't put the contract
out on you, Walker.

I heard about it.

As a matter of
fact, it troubled me.

If you're assassinated,

everyone will assume
that I'm behind it.

After that
unpleasantness last month

with my pharmaceutical division,

I don't need the heat.

Then who did?

I honestly don't know.

(scoffs)

There's not an honest
bone in your body, Frank.

And nothing goes
down in this town

without you knowing about it.

I really don't know
who the principal is.

But I do have an idea

who put the word on the street.

Who?

An attorney I use
on several occasions.

Milo Crane.

Nothing like a lawyer
with no scruples.

Fortunately, there's
no shortage of them.

But you don't know
who his client is?

No. Milo handles
anything that pays well.

Could be anybody.

Well, I believe you, for now.

Well, that's a first.

What do you know about
the carjacking business?

Your welcome's wearing
a little thin, Walker.

How old is your son,
Frank? About 12 years old?

What does my family
have to do with this?

A couple of nights ago,
two clowns stole a van.

A special van,

built for a
handicapped little boy

about your son's age.

I want it back.

Carjacking?

That's bad business.

No volume, high-percentage risk,

and you can't
swallow the evidence.

You have any names?

Chico Gonzales and Elwood Trask.

Chico's a real psycho.
I'm surprised he's still alive.

Last I heard, he was running
big-screen TVs into Mexico.

Elwood Trask is a
bad boy out of Chicago.

Who's he connected
to? MAN: I don't know.

He used to run trucks
for some local company,

for a guy named
Finch, I believe,

but I heard that
didn't last long.

I appreciate it.

Oh, be sure to apologize
to my staff on your way out.

Yeah, sure.

Mr. Suthers. Mr. Suthers,
please, a couple of questions.

You were brilliant, Milo.

That sob story for the jury,

it even brought
tears to my eyes.

Well, I hope when
you get my bill,

you're still smiling, Mr. Silk.

It won't take a
moment of your time...

(reporters chattering)

Hey, what the
hell are you doing?

Who you fronting for, Milo?

I beg your pardon.

Who put the million-dollar
contract out on me?

What are you talking about?

The word on the street
is you're the middle man.

The word on the street is
that Elvis Presley's alive.

The only stonewalling you're
gonna do is head-first into one.

Now, who's your client?

Take your hands off me

or I'll have your department's
budget in my bank account

by noon tomorrow.

And how you gonna spend it
with tubes running up your nose?

What's going on?

Tell your client to back off.

Ranger life has obviously
made you paranoid, Walker.

You need some time off.

Ooh.

What was that all about?

I was just trying to shake
a rat out of a weasel.

Any word on that van window?

No, but I have about
three more places to check.

I think I've got a lead.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Now, it's got to be
here somewhere.

My filing system leaves
a lot to be desired.

Here it is.

Yep, Elwood Trask.

He drove for me for two months.

Had to can him. He
was drunk, unreliable.

Got in a couple
of fender-benders.

How long ago was that?

Seven months.

Got any address on him?

Yeah, a hotel out
on the highway.

I doubt that he's still there.

What do you guys
want him for, anyway?

We wanna talk to him in
connection with a carjacking.

Yeah, sounds like him.

Sorry I can't be more help.

Have you ever heard of a
guy named Chico Gonzales?

Chico Gonzales?

WALKER: Yeah, a big guy
with a scar on his forehead?

Can't say that I have.

Thanks for your time.

Sure. Anytime.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(engine starts)

(saw buzzing)

Everything's set up
for tomorrow night.

That could be too late,
Chico. It's getting hot.

That's the way it's gotta be.

My cousin's only working
the Aduana checkpoint

from 8 to midnight.

That means we gotta roll

no later than 3:00
tomorrow afternoon.

But after that, we
shut down a while.

Walker's getting too close.

Oh, I'd like to get
close to Walker.

I'd pay him back for
blowing Mark away,

and make a million
bucks doing it.

Hurry up, Trask.

I need these loads
buttoned up by midnight.

Hell, that's not
the worst of it.

I just bought a private suite
for next year's Rangers games.

But you think there's gonna
be a '95 baseball season?

I doubt it. I heard
about it last year

and sold my interest
in the Rangers.

Oh, thanks a lot, Harper.
You could've told me.

Now, why would I tell you, J.P.?

Did you tell me last year
when you changed contractors

on your restaurant chain?
You cost me a bundle.

But, Harper, if you'd
sell your cement

by the bag instead
of the ounce...

You gentlemen
will have to continue

this fascinating
discussion without me.

BOTH: Good night, Milo.

HARPER: The next
time a deal comes up,

you give me a call.
I will make you a...

J.P.: I didn't take you to...

Hey, what...? Keep driving.

Both hands on the wheel.

I wanna talk to you about
the contract on Ranger Walker.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I'm not here to play games.

The contract's been
out for three days

and nobody's even come close.

Now the department's
been mobilized

to watch Walker's back.

If your man wants results,

it's time you turned to a pro.

A pro, huh? And that's you?

Well, that's interesting.

You have a gun in my neck.

You also have a tape
recorder in your pocket?

I'm on the inside.

I know Walker. I know his
moves. I can deliver him.

Just what did you wanna
say about this, mister?

No, now it's your turn.

Once I hit Walker,

what assurance do I
have that I'll be paid?

I have no idea.

I said, how do I
know I'll be paid?

Hey, uh,

I'm an attorney with
a gun in his neck.

As that attorney,
my guess is that

nobody gets paid
for a piece of work

till he shows he's
done that piece of work.

I can name the time,
place, caliber of the bullet.

That should be very interesting
to someone who was interested.

Walker has to testify

at a sentencing hearing
tomorrow morning.

He'll be walking down
the courthouse steps

after the noon
recess. I'll hit him then.

Thirty-thirty.

Hell, I'll even leave
the empty shell casing.

Now, do we have a deal?

My friend,

if I ever hear of anyone
who wants anyone killed,

you're the person I'll call.

I'll call your office
once the hit is done.

I'll use the name Mr. Prudhomme.

We'll arrange for a
meeting and the payoff.

Let me off at the next corner.

What did you mean,
you're on the inside?

Texas Ranger.

Retirement will look
a hell of a lot better

with a million
bucks in the bank.

I'll make the hit for you,

but if you don't
pay off, you're next.

( ominous theme playing)

Oh!

( ominous theme playing)

(all shouting indistinctly)

Somebody get an ambulance!

( dramatic theme playing)

WOMAN (on TV): Other
than a thirty-thirty shell

found on a rooftop
adjacent to the courthouse,

there are no leads.

Speculation is that it
was an underworld hit,

but at this point,
nobody really knows.

One thing is certain.

At noon today,

one of Texas' finest
Rangers passed away.

He did it, that son of a gun.

(intercom beeps)

WOMAN (on intercom): There's
a Mr. Prudhomme on line one.

Mr. Prudhomme, you're
a man of your word.

All that's left is
where and when.

It'll take me a couple of
hours to get the wherewithal.

I'll meet you at the south
side of Crockett Park at 4:00.

I'll be there.

The trap has been
set. Good work, Lou.

Well, it's not over yet, Walker.

He's right. We have to
get the man behind this.

Well, we'll be there when
Milo makes the payoff.

You can't believe
how long I have waited

to nail Milo Crane.

Looking pretty
fit for a dead man.

I feel pretty fit.

You should've seen
that paramedic's face

when Walker sat
up and showed him

that blood bag under his shirt.

(both laughing)

LOU: Yeah, I was
nervous as hell.

Even though I knew
I was firing a blank,

it's just the thought of
aiming at a fellow Ranger.

What about that van window?

TRIVETTE: Yeah, last
dealership I checked

sold a rear window
for that model

yesterday morning. To who?

Our old friend Finch's
Trucking Company.

Finch, huh?

(chuckles)

Let's go.

Excuse me. Don't you think
you're forgetting something?

What?

You're gonna take down
Milo Crane in three hours.

We'll be there.

"We'll be there."

I trust you saw the news?

Oh, hundreds would be just fine.

Where would you like to meet?

I'll see you there
in a half hour.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Okay.

Look, follow me so
there's no slip-ups, all right?

Just in case, this is
where we're heading.

Five miles apart, no speeding.

Right?

(engine starts)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(siren wailing)

Texas Rangers. Move!
Get out of that truck.

Adolph, out of
the rig. Let's go.

Hey, pal, you better move!

Hands against there.

Come on, come on, come on.

Out of there.

Are you Trask?

Yeah, I am.

(grunts)

Oof!

Hold it, Finch.

Hit the deck. Now!

MILO: Well, I hope
you're satisfied.

I'm ecstatic, Mr. Crane.

There's a million in here,

and 100,000 for making
the arrangements.

May I ask one question?

Of course.

How does someone like you

get involved in
something like this?

Walker first harassed, then
killed someone very close to me.

A young man that had
his whole life in front of him.

Now, he, uh... He
made some mistakes,

but he didn't deserve to die.

Now it's settled.

You carry a mean grudge.

I've studied the great
masters, Mr. Crane.

And as a student of
Eastern philosophies,

I have learned that retribution

is the only way to
cleanse the soul.

And I have learned
never to leave a witness.

Aah!

( ominous theme playing)

(sighs)

Trivette, is this the van?

Yes, it's the Robbie-mobile.

Hot diggity dog.

It's all been worth
it, then. Good.

So now can we go get the payoff?

You bet, buddy. Let's go.

TRIVETTE: What happened?

It's been an hour.
He didn't show.

Well, maybe he stiffed you.

No, I didn't leave him
that kind of wiggle room.

(cell phone rings) Yeah?

Alex.

Yeah?

So how'd it go?

It went great. We
captured the whole bunch.

Milo Crane didn't
show up, though.

He's not going to, Walker.

What do you mean?

Some joggers found his
body at Lake Cliff Park

about 20 minutes ago.

Whoever put the contract
out on you killed the middleman

and severed all
ties to his complicity.

That means we're
back to square one.

Well, not exactly.

You asked me to run a computer
check of Milo's court cases?

Yeah.

You'll never guess
what name popped up.

(doorbell rings)

Ranger Walker?

Surprised to see me
alive, Mrs. Burnette?

Well, yes. The news, it...

I know what the news said.

You know Milo
Crane, Mrs. Burnette?

RITA: Well, yes, of course I do.

His firm defended
Mark two years ago

when Ranger Walker arrested him.

Why did you hire him?
RITA: I didn't hire him.

My brother took care of all
that. What is all this about?

Who's your brother?

Harper Ridland. Why?

The developer? RITA: Yes. Why?

Who's that?

He built half of Dallas.

When your son was arrested,
did you call your brother?

Yes, of course I did. I don't
know about these things.

Who else would I call?

I don't know what I
would've done without Harper

after my husband died.

I mean, he's been supporting
us, but more than that,

he was like a father to Mark.

They were so close. It
broke his heart when you...

When Mark was killed.

Sorry to have bothered you.

Trivette, this is something
I have to do alone.

(door closes)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Your bodyguard is
resting comfortably.

You should've stuck to
building bridges, Ridland.

You're under arrest.

You're still alive.

Mr. Walker,

I have studied with
the grand masters.

And as a student of
Eastern philosophy,

I think it's important that
the people that I have to kill

know that retribution

is the only way to
cleanse the soul.

And by the way,
I've never lost a fight.

There's always a first time.

( tense theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

(chuckles)

You're good.

Glad you like it.

But not that good.

(grunts)

( ominous theme playing)

You son of a...

Kill me, damn it!

That'd be way too easy, Ridland.

(country music
playing over speaker)

Now, don't get nervous, Robbie.
Now, this is for the big one.

Don't get nervous.

Oh, dad-gum it,
you beat me again.

That's three in a row.

Well, you're too tough for me.

I can't believe

we are actually going to see
the Cowboys game tomorrow.

You bet. I'm gonna
pick you up at noon.

Okay.

All right, Robbie,
it's time to go now.

Why don't you go
thank Ranger Trivette?

Bye. See you
tomorrow. Okay, Robbie.

Okay.

The words seem
so inadequate but...

thank you.

It was my pleasure.

ALEX: Harper Ridland confessed

and has been charged
with the murder of Milo Crane

and conspiracy to contract
the murder of a police officer.

Well, any man ought to know
that Cordell won't go easy,

no matter what you pay.

I'm just glad it's over,

because my wardrobe
can't take much more of this.

(sighs)

Today's been longer
than a rainy weekend.

I'm gonna call it a night.

Me too.

See you. Bye.

Well,

I guess it's just
the two of us. Yeah.

Alex, did I ever tell
you about the time

when the mob tried to kill me?

Once or twice.

TRIVETTE: So how's it feel?

What?

Not having to look over
your shoulder anymore.

Who was looking
over their shoulder?

(truck backfires)

What the devil are you doing?

Well, where is it written
that everyone in Dallas

knows there's no more
contract out on you?

( comic theme playing)

( upbeat theme playing)