All language subtitles for Walker, Texas Ranger S02E02 Storm Warning

It's that crazy Ranger.

I told you what he done

up at the Wrecking
Bar last Saturday?

You sure that's him?

THUG: Yeah.

(rock music playing
from inside building)

(rock music continues)
Resync By Chuck

(indistinct chattering)

I'm looking for Snake Larkin.

Well, well, Curly.

Long time, no see.

Nobody gave you
an invite, Walker.

My badge is my invite, Curly.

Does anyone here
know Snake Larkin?

He used to run with Blackjack.

CURLY: Come on.

Everybody in here used
to run with Blackjack.

We don't give up our own.

I believe in family
values, too, Curly, but...

your idea of family
sucks the high wind.

(grunts)

(screaming)

Nice seeing you, Curly.

(moaning)

Where's Snake?

Who's Snake?

Never mind.

(switchblade clicks open)

(pinball bells and
whistles ringing)

For the last time.

Where's Snake Larkin?

SNAKE: Over here, Ranger.

I'm Snake Larkin.

( upbeat action theme playing)

TRIVETTE: I
can't believe I did it.

Somebody tell me
why I was so stupid

as to volunteer for this gig.

Because you're a
dedicated man, Trivette,

and that's what it takes.

No, no.

Because I'm low
man on the totem pole.

Because I'm expendable,
and 'cause you're not.

Well, don't anybody just jump
in and argue with me here.

ALEX: Look.

You both know I
wasn't in favor of this.

But you guys did a great
job setting Trivette's cover.

Blackjack's crew will get
word to him about the bust,

You'll go in with
solid credentials,

and that should make it
easier to get next to him.

Then we can find
out if this drug ring

is operating inside the prison.

So when I'm done with this
job, do I get paroled or what?

Walker.

Mm.

Warden Sikes is in on this.

If you have any
trouble whatsoever,

you just get to him.

Is this just me,

or is this beginning to sound
like one of those movies

where the brave reporter
goes undercover in a prison,

and the only person
who knows about it

happens to die
of a heart attack,

and then the brave reporter

ends up spending
his life doing life?

Now you know the
reason I didn't volunteer.

You're really building
my confidence.

You better get down to holding.

You're on the next
bus to Huntsville,

and it leaves within the hour.

See, now, even a real
convict has a chance

to put his affairs in order.

Well, if the affair
you're talking about

is Lainie the dispatcher,

she'll be here when you get out.

You see? He's loving this.

Let's go.

You guys can kid all you want.

But what you're planning to
do is extremely dangerous.

If they even suspect
that you're a plant,

they won't hesitate to kill you.

BOTH: Ooh.

Hi, Cordell.

I just wanted to check

and see if your luck
had changed yet.

My luck had changed?

Yeah.

Dang it, C.D.,

I told you not to send
me another chain letter.

That's not an
ordinary chain letter.

That was written by a
Peruvian monk in 1947.

That very letter has been
around the world nine times.

Let it go around the
world ten times without me.

I know how you feel, Cordell.

I was the same way.

One time I passed four days.
You know what happened to me?

My business went to
hell in a hand basket.

Termites ate down my smokehouse.

The IRS notified me
that I was under audit.

This is very, very
strong medicine.

TRIVETTE: Hey, Walker.

You need a lucky
rabbit's foot, like me, man.

Yeah, lucky for you,
not for the rabbit.

C.D.: Look, Cordell,
I'm begging you,

the last guy that
broke this chain

had a hell of a lot of bad luck.

Lightning struck a tree.

The tree fell on his home.

His wife was eating,
and she swallowed

an entire runaki.

"Runaki"?

Yeah, a piece of wood
with meat on its end.

"Rumaki," C.D.

They spent $15,000
getting it out of her throat.

Sounds critical, Walker.
Better listen to him.

Then let him send you one.

C.D.: All right. Let's
just put it this way.

The good Lord put
up the goal post.

We can play this game
any way we wanna play it.

If you don't
forward that letter,

go ahead and tear
it up. Just tear it up.

( rustic theme plays)
Oh, my God, no.

You're out of your mind.

You must be out of your head.

Do you realize what you've done?

That's a very dangerous
thing to be doing.

(laughs)

Dire circumstances can
arise out of something like that.

Say goodbye.

Jimmy, stay away
from him for ten days.

He's poison.

(chattering)

Hey, Lainie.

Hi, Trivette.

I tried to call you
last night for dinner.

I was at my mom's. I got
your message really late.

What's up with the new look?

I'm going... He's
going away for a while.

Away?

Yeah. Say goodbye.

Goodbye. I'll call you later!

(thunder rumbling on TV)

REPORTER: This footage, shot
earlier in the day near Shreveport,

shows rescue efforts in...

We have this word just
in from the coast guard.

Hurricane Patty is expected
to hit Galveston tonight.

All coastal area residents
are being advised

to begin evacuating their homes.

I don't want to go out in
that. (security door buzzing)

Man, why do we
gotta go out in that?

Hey, if you guys
stop jerking around,

we'll beat this storm.

GOMEZ: Man, this ain't no storm.

This is some killing
waiting to happen.

ROLLINS: That suits me fine.

Quicker I die, the
quicker I'm out of here.

Yeah, well, after what you
did to that family in Addison,

you dying quick would
suit a lot of people just fine.

It was borin'.

I was just killin' time.

Walker. What you got?

Happy camper for
you. Going to Huntsville.

Hey, you're just in time for
the bus. What did this guy do?

Killed three cops,

two of 'em friends of mine.

This one's personal.

Put your junk on the counter.

Now.

Your mother ever teach
you to say please, man?

You know, it's
gonna be a lot harder

to say goodbye to
you than I thought.

Excuse us.

INMATE: Hey, what are you doing?

Hey, come on, man.

Just hit him.

(men shouting) I'm
gonna break your face!

Stay back.

I'm enjoying this.

Hit him with it!

(inmates hollering)

Okay, Snake.

Right here. Swing it right here.

Come on.

TRIVETTE: You broke my nose!

Dang, I didn't think
I hit you that hard.

Nyah-nyah, nyah-nyah-nyah.

You pothead.

He's ours now. Yeah, for life.

Let's go.

(thunder booming)

Move it.

(indistinct muttering)

INMATE: It stinks
on this bus, man.

Hey, is there a
problem back there?

Anybody say there's a problem?
INMATE 2: Come on, let's ride.

INMATE 3: What's the hold up?

No, there's no problem.

All right, you guys, sit down.

Move it.

INMATE 3: Beat the storm.

Keep her steady,
Kyle, we're almost there.

(crying)

There's thunder and lightning.

Man, I'm so scared.

Yo, shut up, man.

(whimpering): Leave me alone.

Yo, man, somebody shut him up!

GUARD: Hey.

The two of you are
out of population

soon as we get there.

It's all right,
man. It's all right.

GUARD: We're almost there.

If we get there.

We'll get there.
Only ten more miles.

Me and you, man.

Me and you, brother.

I love a man who
can't get enough.

Yo, man, I ain't givin'
you nothing, fish-man.

You a mama's boy. Shut up, man.

Scared of a little rain?

Man is smart.

This storm's like a
runaway freight train,

tearing across this county,

stomping and killing
everything in its path.

INMATE 4: Listen
to that wind out there.

Sounds like somebody's
killing an animal.

Probably the sound we'll
be making when it catches us.

GUARD: Okay, that's it.

Shut up, look straight ahead.

(thunder crashes)

( tense theme playing)

(inmates shouting)

ALL: Move! Move!
Come on! Come on!

Woo. Great!

Let's go, let's go!

How's it feel? Scared
now, O'Malley?

He'll just slow us down.

He's our ticket out
for down the line.

I've got a family.

We love you, too, O'Malley.

Come on.

Let's go.

MALE REPORTER: Risen
considerably. Business owners

are trying to prepare
for the coming storm.

Just south of here,

wind has been measured
up to 60 miles an hour.

Despite predictions,
hurricane Patty

smashed into Galveston
early this evening,

catching many
residents by surprise.

Winds have been estimated
at 125 miles an hour.

(clicks off)

C.D., if I wasn't a
man of great reason,

I'd be tempted to lay
this hurricane business

at your doorstep.

You and that chain letter.

WALKER: Speaking
of chain letters,

why did you send me another one?

That's not another one.

This is a replacement of the
one you accidentally tore up.

C.D., you were a
Ranger for 25 years?

28 years, young lady,

unless I've lost some
years along the way.

I should think you'd
know the penalty

for sending this stuff

through the federal
postal system.

Clause five says,
"Send no cash."

Faith has no price.

It's still emotional extortion.

John Doe A inherited
a million dollars,

while John Doe B broke the chain

and then died nine...

days later.

Well, garden seed.

Look at that, Alex.

Just look at that.

And look at this roof.
It's just like a sieve.

That's proof.

(laughs)

WALKER: Don't
argue with him, Alex.

Since he's retired, his
brain's gone sideways.

(phone rings)

Hello. C.D.'s.

No, we're closed.

What?

All right, just a minute. Alex.

Alex Cahill.

Yes.

What?

( ominous theme playing)

Are you sure?

When was the last time
you talked to the warden?

Try again.

Yes, right now. Call me back.

WALKER: What about the warden?

Is Trivette okay?

The bus... It never
got there, Walker.

They thought it would be
late because of the storm,

but it's three hours overdue.

Where do you think you're going?

Walker.

(door opens)

Walker, are you crazy?

There's a hurricane out there!

(door shuts)

Uncle Ray, what
can he hope to do?

My son never
hopes. He just does.

When Cordell Walker
saddles up to somethin',

nobody can stop him.

Not even the wrath of God.

(thunder crashes)

How you coming?

Almost got everything
boarded up out there.

It's bad. Yeah.

It's like a morgue up there.

I guess everybody got out okay.

Got out? When that trooper
arrived, it was like a stampede.

I'm not sure it was
necessary to evacuate.

Well, think of the complaints.

As soon as the electricity goes,

the elevator won't work. We
won't be able to serve meals.

Can you imagine the lawsuit

if somebody got
hit by flying glass?

Did you see Robin leave?

She probably left
with her boyfriend.

Mr. Charm.

She picked him. I didn't.

INMATE: Get him in
here, get him in here.

(inmates chattering)

Come on, bust the door.

( distorted electric
guitar playing)

Good evening, folks.

(screaming)

( tense theme playing)

We'll take the bridal suite.

And everything
that goes with it.

(chuckles)

ROLLINS: There you go, new boy.

Relax.

Give us a big smile.

Be stupid if you want
to, Rollins, but not me.

He's right, man.

Shouldn't we post
lookouts or somethin'?

Hicks, you been
institutionalized too long.

We're five miles in
the middle of nowhere.

The only way cops
are going to reach us

is by tractor or submarine.

Minute it lets up,
we're out of here.

While it keeps
blowing, we're safe.

Ain't no one's gonna be
out looking for us tonight.

( ominous theme playing)

So, what are your names?

Dick Sant.

I run this place.

And your wife?

Cathy.

I'd like to hear her say it.

I'm Catherine Sant.

GOMEZ: You know, Catherine,

you weren't married, I'd
propose to you in a minute. Mm.

ROLLINS: Don't worry, Mrs.
Sant. No one's gonna hurt you.

Soon as the storm's
over, we'll be gone.

But we'll need transportation.

In the garage, there's a
van and a pickup truck. Here.

Fly. Fly.

Here. Go check it out.

Hey, bud.

Ninety percent of all
accidents happen in the home.

( rustic theme playing)

Don't feel bad, old boy.

The dumb ones always go first.

ROLLINS: New
boy, front and center.

You want me for something,
Rollins, you call me by my name:

Snake.

No offense meant.

Seeing as how you and Gomez

are gonna be the only two
that are completely sober,

and you get along so well,

maybe you could go help
keep an eye on our guest.

Yeah, all right.

I-I ain't want no fish.

What you want
is what I tell you.

Now, take him inside.

Get up.

We don't want Mrs. Sant

breathing the same
air as scum like that.

All right, so, what
about hooking me up?

Gomez has one. Should be enough.

(Hicks crying)

Now, Dick, Cathy, either
of you care for a drink?

( ominous theme playing)

Who you calling, fish?

Tony's Pizza, man. I'm hungry.

(laughs)

That sounds good,
O'Malley, doesn't it?

You hungry, huh?

Maybe you wanna eat this, huh?

Look, all you guys have to do

is just turn your
head for five seconds,

and I'm gone, okay?

When this is all over, I'll
tell them you helped me.

Both of you.

No kidding. Jeez, what a deal.

That sounds good,

huh, Snake? You
gonna say something?

Man, my stomach's talking.

There's gotta be some
grub in this place, man.

What kind of hotel is this?

Let me go check it out.

No, I'll go.

You wait, just like
Rollins told you to, man.

God, this whole
thing's a nightmare.

The only reason I took this job

is 'cause of the recession.

I mean... Shh! Take
it easy. Take it easy.

I'm one of the good guys.
Not letting anything happen.

Right, I'm a Texas Ranger.

What? All right?

Now, you gotta wait
for your moment.

You know the area very well?

Do you know the area? Yes.

You gotta get to a telephone.

Watch out for Rollins and Gomez.

Gomez is wired.
Rollins is smart.

Shh!

Man, this place is huge.

I can't find any kitchen.

Have to tie a rope to myself.

Otherwise I'll never
find my way back.

You didn't even go check.

Let me go get some food.

Yo, forget it, man, all
right? Forget it, okay?

( ominous theme playing)

(gun cocks)

(gasps)

Who are you?

Walker, Texas Ranger.

Who are you?

Robin Henley.

What do you think
you're doing, Robin?

(scoffs)

That's a pretty dumb
question for a Ranger.

All right. Why are you doing it?

It's none of your business.

Please give me my gun back.

Well, it is my business,

but right now I don't
have time to deal with it.

This hotel's been taken over
by a group of escaped convicts.

They've got the owners hostage.

Cathy and Dick?

If that's their names.

(crying)

I can't take anymore of this.

Just give me my gun
back and leave me alone!

Look.

Right now I need your help.

Now, are you willing to help me?

What can I do? I'm a cripple.

Your mind's not crippled.

Okay?

Oh, yeah.

What are you doin'?

Treasure huntin', man.

So far I found
$70 in petty cash.

Seen Fly?

No. Uh-uh.

Sent him out to the garage

over half-hour ago.

(Cathy screaming)

DICK: Let her go!

You pig! You pig!

TRIVETTE: Leave her.

Rollins said...

Rollins said leave her alone!

(Cathy sobbing)

Yeah, that's right.

That's right. A man who listens.

Next man touches Mrs. Sant's

gonna be outside swimming
back to Galveston. Understand?

INMATE: Yeah, we understand.

You want her all for yourself.

( action theme playing)

(crashing and grunting)

Get him! Get him!

You told me...

That's twice I've seen it now.

You move like lightning, bucko.

(whispers): I'll be
back as soon as I can.

(thunder crashing)

Please let Cathy
and Dick be all right.

(muffled grunting)

So tell me, mate. What'd
you mean back there?

What was all that
"you said" guff?

He said he'd kill me.

(thunder crashing)

Why don't we give O'Malley
a taste of what it's like.

Go stick him in the closet.

A small, dark closet.

As small and dark as I can find.

(grunting)

Hey.

Where'd you get that
speed of yours, bucko?

High school football, bucko.

You move at the speed of sound.

Gonna have to
keep my eye on you.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, I understand that. Yeah.

Just... Just keep trying
to get through, will ya?

Please. Yeah, much obliged.

Still no word?

Not from the bus or from Walker.

Well, he'll need this
fire when he returns.

You're so sure
he's gonna be okay.

Look here, young lady.

Washoe's in harmony
with the spirits around him.

They'll take care of him.

What if... What if the
prisoners got loose?

Washoe's smarter and meaner

than any prisoner I ever knew.

If you're gonna waste
your time worrying,

worry about them.

( ominous theme playing)

You're the ugliest
sucker I've ever seen.

(grunting, blows landing)

Ah.

You did a great job, Robin.

Yeah, for a cripple.

Why are you feeling
so sorry for yourself?

I mean, there's millions of
handicapped people out there

living very productive lives.

I had a productive life.

I was the resident golf pro

at Cathy and Dick's
hotel in Arizona.

When the accident happened,

my fiancé said
he still loved me.

We'd work through it together.

I never heard from him again
when I got out of the hospital.

Jeez...

Easy.

(panting)

You almost gave
me a heart attack.

Never relax, Trivette.
It'll get you killed.

Relax? Do I look relaxed to you?

How are the hostages doing?

Okay, so far.

Well, we got another problem.

There's a woman upstairs
who's trying to commit suicide.

You got to be kidding me.

Yeah, she's in a wheelchair.

Drunk driver hit
her six months ago,

and she can't move her legs.

So, what are we
gonna do about her?

Well, I've got her
calmed down for now.

That's all we need
is for those convicts

to hear something and
start searching this place.

Especially since one of
them's missing already.

I don't suppose you
know anything about that?

About what? Hey!

That's my butt down there, man.

If you just keep
pulling those guys out.

When you just picking
guys off... Okay.

Where you headed?

Rawlins or Rollins sent
me to check on that guy.

Rawlins, Rollins?
How do you spell it?

R-O... Only kidding.

(sighs)

Let me tell you something.

That's the head honcho,
and he needs his tires rotated.

Then tell him that his buddy
took off in the hotel van.

Okay.

When I see Rollins,

I'm gonna rotate
his tires for him...

and clean his
carburetor, to boot.

I believe you.

Write if you get work.

(gun cocks) Hold it!

Turn around.

A Ranger.

(laughing)

Rollins is gonna
want to talk to you.

Let's go.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(grunts)

(Robin grunts)

You okay?

I'm fine.

I can get up myself.

I know you can.

Then I wouldn't have got a
chance to put my arms around you.

(thunder rumbling)

You two okay?

(thunder crashing)

You know, Dick, it occurs to me

there must be a safe
somewhere in this hotel

with a considerable
amount of cash in it.

Am I right?

It's just some petty cash.

Would you be so kind

as to go with those
two gentlemen

and get however much there is?

Gomez, Hicks!

( ominous theme playing)

Oh, don't worry, Dick.

She'll be fine. You
got my word on it.

(Gomez and Hicks chattering)

Spangler, go call your mother.

My mother's dead.

Well, go call her anyway.

Look, Mrs. Sant.

Cathy. I know you're upset.

"We have no
choice in the matter"

is about how I can
say it, Cathy girl.

We're just human beings,

just like you and your
husband. Just men.

Why don't you let us go.

(whispering): Oh, Catherine.

Pretty Catherine.

Don't be afraid of me.

Nothing happens if
we don't want it to.

Hey, Rollins.

Can't find Fly, man.

And your van's gone.

(sobbing quietly)

GOMEZ: Yo, Rollins! Rollins!

Yo, Rollins. Man,
we hit pay dirt.

Five grand.

Seems to me you underestimated

the amount of cash
in your safe, Dick.

Good thing it
wasn't intentional.

Now, go sit with your wife.

(sobbing)

I can't take too much
more of this storm, man.

The sound's driving
me nuts. Yo, man.

You keep it up, knucklehead,
I'm gonna slash you up.

Why don't you chill, man.

Yo, who you talkin' to, Snake?

I'm just sayin' it's no
time to lose your cool.

And you don't need
to mess with him.

We're gonna be outta here soon.

Oh, we gonna be
outta here? Yo, man,

two days ago you
wasn't even alive to me.

Now, I don't know who you are
or why we brought you along...

Stop pointing
that knife at pe...

What you gonna do,
man? What you gonna do?

(rustling nearby)

Right. Hold it,
everyone. Shut up!

( suspenseful theme playing)

Go check it out.

Come on, man. It's
probably just the storm.

Well, then it's just the storm.

So go check it out.

Yo, come on, you
big knucklehead.

Let's go. Let's move!

Move, knucklehead! Let's go!

Let's go!

Go. Let's move. Move!

(thunder crashing)

ROBIN: You hungry?

Hey!

There's some chick
in a wheelchair here.

What are you talkin'
about? Here in the hotel?

Yeah. She just...
She just smiled at me.

Come on. Come on. Come on!

You go that way.

Hurry up. Go
that way. All right!

I'm not crazy.

And just who are you?

The last person you'll
see before lights out.

(gasps)

Yes.

What's going on? I-I don't know.

It's Spangler. Span...
He's wigging out.

What? About what? Where's Tripp?

What, he's gone too?

GOMEZ: He said there's
somebody else in the hotel.

I knew it. That's
what happened to Fly.

Man, there ain't
nobody else in this hotel.

Yeah, yeah. H-he
said there's some...

chick in a wheelchair?

Come on. Yeah, yeah.

Man, that's what
Spangler said, man.

There's some... Some...
Some invalid broad?

Some invalid broad took out
Fly and Spangler and Tripp.

Man, get real. HICKS:
You'd be surprised.

Some people with wheelchairs,
man, they black belts.

They play basketball. I
seen on Special Olympics.

Shut up, you idiot!

( ominous theme playing)

There's someone
else in this hotel

besides us, mates.

So we're gonna search
this place floor by floor...

and kill anything that moves.

(rain pattering)

(thunder crashes)

Okay. Tie the wire
to that nail over there.

I can't reach it.

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(thunder crashing)

(creaking)

Hey, there he is.

Oh, jeez, I can't
look. (laughing)

You can't what?

(grunts)

Man, he... (groans)

Thank you, God.

(giggling)

Hey, you should
never relax, partner.

It'll get you killed.

Not a chance.

Oh.

Come meet a friend.

Robin Henley, Major Trivette.

TRIVETTE: Charmed.

They're searching
this place floor by floor.

I came up the back stairs.
A couple of other people

took the elevator
to three and four.

(elevator bell dings)

( ominous theme playing)

GOMEZ: What the hell?

Hey, Snake!

Snake, what the
hell happened to him?

Man, I don't know. We split up.

I'm looking down here.

He's supposed to
be looking down...

Oh, and you didn't see anything,
and you didn't hear anything?

No, man. I just talked
to him a minute ago.

Whoever got him must've

went down the steps
or down the elevator.

Yeah, right. Unless
you did it yourself.

Oh, yeah, right, Gomez.

Even if I did, man, at least
you don't have to listen to him

crying about the storm anymore.

Get out of here. Hey,

take him downstairs. I'm
gonna go check up here.

All right.

Wow.

Hey, that was
pretty slick, Trivette.

(door closes)

Don't encourage him.
Flattery goes to his head.

(chuckles)

Okay, now what?

Well, I think it's time
to go for the kill shot.

Take Rollins out.

Now, he's down
there with the Sants.

I don't know if we can get
him before he gets them.

When I was downstairs, I
noticed the main breaker

for the hotel's
electrical system.

You get back to Rollins,

and at exactly 3:10,
I'll pull the main.

You grab Dick and Cathy
and get the heck outta there.

I'll count to ten and
throw it back on.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

( tender theme playing)

Robin, you've
been a real trouper.

I couldn't have
done this without you.

But now it's time for
Trivette and I to finish it.

So I'd like for
you to wait here.

Okay?

What time do you
got? Okay, I got 2:58.

So I'll meet you
downstairs at...

(gun cocks) I got me
two Texas Rangers.

Back up, boys.

Back up.

Let me have your gun.

Now, move. Move!

Let's go.

Got me two Texas
Rangers here, huh?

Okay, you guys. Right here.

Down the stairs. Let's go.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(thunder crashing)

Hey, Rollins!

Rollins, look what I got here.

(laughing)

We ain't dealing with no invalid

in a wheelchair after all.

(whispers): Robin?

(grunting)

Ohh!

Well, well, look
who we got here.

(thunder crashing)

A couple of living,
breathing Texas Rangers.

Oh. Man, you're not going
paranoid on me like Gomez.

Don't you recognize this
guy? This guy brought me down

from Fort Worth.

Oh, yeah. I saw that
little exhibition, remember?

Fascinating, isn't it?

Here we were, so trusting.

So willing to share our fortune.

And all the time there
was a wolf among us

in sheep's clothing.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Stinkin' snitch. You know,

I knew there was something
funny about this guy.

You know, I'm truly
sorry about this.

Killing really wasn't
part of my plan.

(thunder crashing)

Especially not you, Cathy girl.

(grunting)

(grunting)

Ah!

( dramatic theme playing)

Rollins!

Hey, Rollins!

(Walker and Rollins grunting)

Arrhh!

(Rollins yelling)

(grunting)

I'm gonna rip your
bloody head off.

Not quite that easy.

(thunder crashing)

(wheelchair approaching)

(gasps) KATHY: Oh!

Oh, thank God!

Thank God.

Thank God.

What about it, Walker?

You must've been as
surprised as they were

when those lights went out.

No.

Actually, I was counting on you.

You're my secret weapon.

Did you really
think I could do it?

Didn't you?

( tender theme playing)

(crowd chattering)

(country music
playing over speaker)

C.D.: Yes, sirree!

That little lady knows
that gourmet chili

when she eats it.

You bet your booty she does.

Well, she's eating it
like there's no tomorrow.

Oh, there's a tomorrow.

Plenty of them,
as a matter of fact.

Hey, C.D., how
about another bowl?

Yes, ma'am. We got
ten gallons of it left.

The kind Mama used to
try to make but couldn't.

Well, put some
more pepper in it.

You need to spice it up some.

It'll put hair on your chest.

You need that, don't you?

Come on, Trivette. Aren't
you even gonna try it?

Are you kidding? No, no.

I'm trying to figure out how
you guys are eating any of it.

Let me smell.

Oh, man! Eww!

If I eat that, I'm gonna
get an angiogram.

Well, you'll be eating a
lot of it here real soon.

Say what?

You're going to Huntsville.

We still have to
bust that drug ring.

Blackjack awaits your arrival.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

You were the one that
tore up the chain letter.

Come on, criminal.

(handcuff clicks) Aah! Get...

TRIVETTE: Hey, don't laugh.

Oh. Say goodbye.

TRIVETTE: Hey, I'll call you!

( rustic theme playing)

( upbeat theme playing)

Resync By Chuck