Walker, Texas Ranger s03e03 Episode Script

Walker.
Lieutenant Hardesty, | I don't really care if you like it or not.
My depart\ment is perfectly capable | of handling this.
At what point? I want this thing stopped | before it gets start\ed.
Now, we need the Rangers.
My boss has talked to your boss | and you will cooperate.
What are you doing? I'm reading the paper.
Oh, really? What was that? - This? | - No.
That.
Looks like a football card.
Me? I wouldn't do that.
| Because it's illegal.
But there are four absolute locks | this week.
Am I gonna have to read you | your rights? Okay, look, I'll put you in for half.
- Bribing an officer.
All right.
| - They're absolute - Hands behind your back.
| - They're absolute locks.
Good morning.
I think you all know each other.
Walker, Trivette.
- Hardesty.
| - Hello, lieutenant.
What can we do for you? Well, Miss Cahill here | thinks we have a big problem.
We don't yet, but we will if we don't | do something about it right now.
That's why Lieutenant Hardesty has | graciously decided to ask for your help.
Help for what? A new designer drug | making its way here.
- It's called Silk.
| - What kind of a drug is it? We don't know for sure.
We haven't been able | to get our hands on any of it, yet.
I read the toxicology report\s | of some of the victims, which doesn't mean much | without a sample.
I mean, it could be an old drug | that they've added a molecule of this or taken away a molecule of that.
Did you say "victims"? Yes.
They've already had deaths | in San Antonio, Waco and Houston.
It's supposed to be real potent.
For cert\ain people, it's been deadly.
That's why Miss Cahill | thinks we need you.
We need somebody who doesn't | have to worry about jurisdiction.
I mean, instead of a half a dozen | police depart\ments trying to do it on their own, maybe we can coordinate an effort\ | before it takes hold of Dallas.
- Where'd it originate? | - Apparently it originated in Hawaii.
It did a lot of damage there.
Got anything else to go on? Parkview Hospital.
| Room , Paul Milburn.
He's very tall, you know.
Mrs.
Milburn? You can't tell now but he's very tall.
I'm Ranger Walker.
| This is Ranger Trivette.
Have you come to talk to Paul? It won't do you any good, you know.
| I don't think he can hear you.
Ma'am, we realize this is | a very difficult time for you, but we'd like to find out | who's responsible for this.
Do you have any idea | who could've given Paul these drugs? I didn't think he ever did drugs.
A friend of his a girl named Linda Lee Robbins invited him to a part\y | at one of those dance clubs.
He must have gotten home | very late.
And the next morning, | I found him like this.
Paul! Hey, nurse? Get out of the way, ma'am.
| You have to leave, ma'am.
I'm sorry, you have to leave.
| Get out of the way.
Code blue, Room .
Code blue, Room .
He's just a kid, man.
Drugs play no favorites, Trivette.
Nice.
Seems like they're the only ones | that can afford stuff like Silk when it first hits.
We gotta put a stop to this stuff before it works its way down | to the masses, man.
Try it again.
There she is.
Mrs.
Robbins? Yes? Mrs.
Robbins, I'm Ranger Walker.
| This is Ranger Trivette.
So? We'd like to talk to your daughter.
Why? What do you want with her? We just wanna talk to her.
Well, she doesn't live here anymore.
She moved in with her | Oh, what's the polite term? Oh, yes.
- Her significant other.
Can you tell us | how we can reach her? Haven't a clue.
She and I haven't spoken | since she moved out.
Anything else? Yes.
Do you know if your daughter's | involved in drugs? Well, that's not something | she and I would discuss.
So if you'll excuse me.
You're getting good.
Now, who'd ever wanna move away from a warm, compassionate mother | like that? - All right.
| - Sorry.
Okay, back to normal, here we go.
I haven't seen Linda Lee | since the night of her part\y.
There's a new club in Deep Ellum | that she might hang at.
Did you see Paul Milburn | the night of Linda Lee's part\y? Maybe for a minute.
| I guess he got some bad stuff, huh? Yeah, you could say that.
Have you heard of a new drug | called Silk? I've never heard of it.
We come here to dance, that's it.
Okay, thanks, girls.
I hope you did better than I did.
| Nobody does drugs anymore, man.
- No one's ever heard of Silk.
| - Nobody's seen Paul.
- I can't hear myself think in here.
| - Little loud for you, huh? - I'm gonna let you cover the clubs.
| - Where you gonna go? I've got someone to see.
Don't expect me in too early tomorrow.
| These places never close.
Getting home late, aren't you, Frank? Walker, you scared | the hell out of me.
Now, why is that? You're not afraid of the law, | are you, Frank? No, I'm not.
| Why should I be afraid of the cops? Look, I'm straight, really.
You don't even know | how to spell the word.
We both know you have a habit.
Okay, okay, | what do you wanna know? I wanna know about | a new drug out called Silk.
- I never heard of it.
| - Get on the car, spread your legs.
- What? | - Come on, spread them out.
What? I wanna see how clean | you really are.
All right, all right, all right.
All right, you made your point.
All right, but you'll have to give me | some time to look around for you.
Time is something I don't have.
Make it real soon, Frank.
I'll try.
This is the last time | I do this for you, Walker.
- The last time.
| - If it's gonna be the last time, then get in rehab | and clean up your act.
Real soon, Frank.
That's her.
- Linda Lee Robbins? | - Yeah? - May I have a word with you, please? | - You another cop? - Ranger.
| - Lone Ranger? Texas Ranger James Trivette.
- What do you wanna talk about? | - Listen, pal, you may not respect me, | but you had better respect this badge.
Or what? Or I'll probably wind up kicking your | ass and talking to the woman alone.
Billy, no, we don't want any fight.
Come on.
All right, | what do you wanna talk about? Paul Milburn.
| He was a guest of yours.
He did some drugs at or after | your part\y, something new called Silk.
Hey, I heard what happened to Paul, | but it wasn't my fault.
Do you have any idea | how he got the Silk? No.
It's probably the same guys | who push coke and meth.
Don't you know who they are? No, it's not the same people.
It's new, and right now it costs | a fort\une, so its strictly upper class.
I wouldn't even know | what it looks like.
We haven't been able | to get our hands on any of it either.
Look, is there any way | you think you could help us, Linda? Hey, listen, we don't do drugs, | we don't know people who do drugs.
We're just some good, | clean-living kids.
Well, the next time | you don't do them, you might want to remember | that nobody's regulating the dosage.
So, what may look | like the same thing could make you high today | and kill you tomorrow.
Just in case.
I don't know.
Maybe it's because I'm so involved in trying to stop this drug | from hitting the streets.
Well, sure you are.
I mean, you got a regular caseload | and everything else you're doing.
But I've been involved before and it | This has never happened.
Involved or committed? | You know the difference? - I suppose.
| - Well, let me tell you.
You take ham and eggs.
The chicken that lays that egg's | involved, yes, sir.
But that pig, honey, he's committed.
You're so funny.
And you're right.
You tell Cordell about these dreams? No, I can't.
I mean, I don't want him | looking over his shoulder and this turning into some | self-fulfilling prophecy.
Why do you think | he's in these dreams? I don't know.
Maybe because he's | trying to stop this drug as hard as I am.
And that's it? Oh, well, I worry about him, | of course, but why else? Well it's your dreams.
Don't ask me.
What's the location? Okay, we're on our way.
Dallas P.
D.
Got a tip on a drug lab.
Might be Silk.
Police.
Freeze! - Get over there! | - Hands on the floor! - Get down! | - Put your hands up! Hands up! Police.
Freeze.
Right there.
Police! Don't even think about it.
Look at all this stuff.
This has got to be wort\h millions | on the street.
Yeah, but no Silk.
Hey, it's a good bust, though.
Yeah.
All right, guys, listen up.
We're looking for a new drug | called Silk.
I'm willing to make a deal.
If anyone wants to talk, | give me a call, will you? All right, let's get them in the van.
| Move them out.
Come on.
Everybody.
Let's go.
Miss Cahill.
You're blocking my car.
- We work for Mr.
Danzig.
| - I know that.
He'd like to meet with you.
- Do I have a choice? | - Of course.
We'll bring you right back to your car.
| It won't take long.
All right, let's go.
Miss Cahill, thank you for coming.
- It's been a while.
| - Why the meeting? We have a common interest.
A new drug called Silk.
I've heard about it.
Go on.
I'm prepared to do you a favor.
I don't need any favors from you.
No need to be hostile.
I'm not happy about this Silk, either.
Ever since it hit Texas, the heat's | been turned up all over the state.
That, Miss Cahill, | is very bad for business.
Oh, well, what a shame.
If you think that sad story's | gonna make me turn the heat down, you are sorely mistaken.
Nope, that's not what I want.
I called you here to tell you | I'm gonna put on some heat myself.
As a matter of fact, I already have.
- And that's it? | - Not quite.
Considering my connections, I'd say that the chances are good I'll find the source of Silk | before the police.
And then what, make it yourself? No, no, I plan on turning | the people behind Silk over to you.
You don't even | have to call off the heat.
Just turn it into | a gentle summer breeze.
Which do you want, Miss Cahill? To hurt\ me or stop Silk? I won't wait long for an answer.
Okay, so, what do we know? We know that Silk | is a high-tech drug that you just don't make | in your garage.
Until now, the only ones that have it, | as far as we know, are the ones that can pay | a lot of money for it.
On the other hand, how long till somebody figures out a way | to mass-produce it? That's the big question.
- Walker.
| - You know who this is? Yeah.
What have you got? Silk, the man you're looking for.
That's what I have for you.
- Give me a name.
| - No, I wanna tell you myself.
And I want your promise, face to face, | that this time I'm off the hook for good.
Okay, where are you? | I'll be right there.
No, not now.
The pressure's on from both sides.
I wanna lay low for today.
I'll see you tonight, : | at the parking lot at Hannigan Stadium.
Be there.
What's up? Well, maybe we got | the break we need.
Traveling in style, aren't you? Hardly.
| That was Augie Danzig's car.
Yeah, I know.
I recognized it.
He wanted to make | a deal about Silk.
What does he know about it? He says he can find it, | turn it over to us, and the people behind it.
But in return, he wants me | to turn down the heat on his operation.
Well, I'm gonna see a guy tonight | that can do the same thing.
What did you tell Danzig? Nothing.
As bad as I want to stop Silk, I mean, | maybe it's wort\h it to deal with Danzig.
It's never wort\h it, Alex, believe me.
Just do me a favor.
Be careful tonight, especially now that we know | that Danzig is involved somewhere.
I'm always careful.
Mr.
Danzig, please.
Alex Cahill.
Hello? There's gonna be no deal.
We'll find Silk on our own.
And when we do, | I'm coming after you.
- Is that him? | - Yeah.
You trust him? As much as you can trust | any junkie.
Hello? Oh, my God.
Keep those people | back behind the line.
- Right over there? | - Yeah.
Okay, what do you have here? Careful, guys.
| Keep this area clear, please.
Lady, you can't come through here.
| This area's restricted.
I'm Assistant District Attorney Cahill.
Go right ahead, Miss Cahill.
Are you all right? - Yeah, I'm fine.
| - Is he really all right? He got cut by some glass.
| He'll be okay.
But he's lucky | it wasn't a couple of inches lower.
Where's Trivette? He's over there.
He's okay.
What are you doing here? One of the police officers called me | when she came on the scene.
Why'd she call you? Because I asked her to.
- Lately, I've been having this feeling.
| - What feeling? Like something bad | was gonna happen.
Something bad? To me? Yes, but forget it.
It's stupid.
You're fine, Trivette is fine, | nobody got hurt\.
Someone did get hurt\.
There was a guy named Frank Swain | in that car.
He was the snitch I was using.
Washoe? You are troubled.
I got a man killed tonight.
I've got to deal with it.
Can you see the path each man follows | till the end, Washoe? No one can.
Then why do you believe | that you changed his? To mourn a death is as it should be.
But the reasons are beyond | our ability to know.
I don't have any trouble | with the police.
What could the famous Cordell Walker | possibly want with me? A guy named Frank Swain | was blown up in his car.
- Know anything about it? | - Swain, never heard of him.
Why don't I believe you, Danzig? What can I tell you? | I don't know the man.
You do know Alex Cahill.
The lady D.
A.
So? Well, she told me about | a conversation you two had, that you were looking | for the Silk man.
I don't remember | such a conversation.
Well, remember this.
I want the Silk man.
If you get in my way, | I'm gonna run right over you.
Don't you threaten me.
Ranger or no Ranger, | bad things can happen to anybody.
Bad things can happen.
Now, if I find out you had anything | to do with Frank Swain's murder, I'm gonna nail you to the wall.
Woody, wait.
What you're saying is whoever | changes these drug formulas has to know | what they're doing, right? So, what are we talking about? A chemist or a biochemist? Thank you, Woody.
Thank you.
Yeah, Trivette.
Linda Lee Robbins? Are you sure? All right, I'll be right there.
We found your card in her wallet.
We couldn't reach anybody | at her home.
What kind of shape is she in? Fair.
She only ingested a little.
How are you doing? - Dumb, huh? | - Suicidal.
Was it Silk? - I should've told you that night, huh? | - Where'd you get it? Billy had some.
We got in a fight and he split | and I found where he left it.
So you decided | to show him by using? Only a little.
You scared me that night.
I got sick right away.
I called .
Where's Billy now? I don't know.
Got some Silk for you, though.
It's in my purse.
Thank you.
I'm sorry I had to get it this way.
Me too.
You want me to notify your parents? No.
I'll tell them later.
- Okay, you hang in there.
| - Okay.
Mary, can I use the phone, please? Yeah, Walker? I got a sample of Silk.
| I'm gonna take it to the lab right now.
Looks like we're going dancing again.
Hey, it's the Lone Ranger again.
Don't worry about it.
| It's for the last time.
Man, why don't you guys | hit the road? I'm busy.
No one's that busy, Billy.
| Come over here.
Hey, your girlfriend's in the hospital.
And I wanna know the name | of the guy who gave her the Silk.
I don't know | what you're talking about.
Listen, tough guy, we can do this | the easy way or the hard way.
Now, give us a name.
I don't know the guy.
| His name's Oates.
Oates what? Randy Oates.
Where can we find him? I don't know.
| I haven't seen him in weeks.
I swear to God.
God, I'm just | wanting to have some fun.
Okay.
Go have your fun, Billy.
Walker, where are you? - Hi.
Are you all right? You look | - Terrible, I know.
I haven't been getting | much sleep lately.
Is it because of Silk? Because if it is, I have a name.
Randy Oates.
Who is he? Is he the maker? We're not sure.
| He is dealing, though.
Trivette's trying to run a location | on him right now.
May I help you? | I mean, is there anything I can do? Yeah, maybe.
Silk is made under extreme | temperature control.
See if you can find anyone who | has bought or leased cold facilities.
You know, like meatpacking places, | cold-storage facilities, things like that.
All right.
Would | Would you do me a favor? Would you, I don't know, | just try to be extra careful? I mean, I know that sounds dumb, | but would you just try? Alex, what is this all about? Just remember what I said, | especially around Trivette.
Trivette? Hey, where you been? | We gotta get out to Wylie.
- Wylie? Randy Oates? | - Yeah.
I'll fill you in on the way.
He worked for a pharmaceutical | company in Honolulu for a couple of years, then he got busted | for selling designer drugs.
- Silk? | - No, not then.
But about six months after his release, | Silk start\ed showing up in the islands.
And? And it start\ed to get real hot | for him there, so about four months ago, | he moved back to the mainland.
It turns out he was born | and raised right in Wylie and he's got a sister | that lives there, so I figured if anybody knows | where he is, she will.
You got all that out | of that little computer of yours? Plus a little phone call | to the Honolulu P.
D.
, thank you.
Well, Trivette, | sometimes you just amaze me.
Well, here's something | more amazing.
Guess who Oates first worked for | when he got out of college? Who? Frankie Swain.
So chances are Oates contacted him | when he got to Texas.
Swain was gonna | turn him over to you.
- But Oates got to him first.
| - Bingo.
You boys looking for Thelma Jean? Yes, ma'am.
Is Mrs.
Oates home? Nope.
Poor thing's | down at the funeral home.
- Funeral home? | - Yeah.
Her brother Randy, he drowned | in the lake not over two days ago.
Thank you.
So where does that leave us? Back to square one.
Oates kills Swain, then he dies.
I wanna take a look | at that police report\ on the drowning.
See that blue beemer behind us? She's been following us | ever since Wylie.
See if you can get | a license plate number on it.
It's too far away.
Then we'll slow down.
Probably just somebody | going the same way we are.
Maybe I'm just getting the jitters | ever since Alex told me to be careful.
Why don't you pull over | and let me drive? You're the one she told me | to be careful of.
Here, let me see the report\.
- You see him? | - No.
You know what this means, though? What? Alex knew | what she was talking about.
- Really did a good job.
| - Thank you.
All right, listen up.
Randolph Oates, | the guy you told me about, I ran his name through | every office in the state.
Seems he's been very busy lately | buying propert\y.
A warehouse here, | a storage facility there, but most interesting, | an old ice house.
An ice house? - Got an address? | - You bet.
Walker.
You almost got away with it, Frank.
I thought I could throw you off | the track by blowing myself up.
Who was in the car? Just some drunk I found.
| L I gave him my I.
D.
And stuck him behind the wheel.
He never knew what hit him.
So you got Randy Oates' formula | and then killed him.
I thought | I had it all figured out perfect.
Then you showed up | at Oates' house.
Get a doctor.
Yeah, new stuff | may be coming along, guys, but at least Silk died | with Frank Swain.
Amen to that.
That ice house sounds | like the place in Alex's dream.
- What dream? | - More like nightmares.
- What nightmare? | - Is that why you told me to be careful? I kept seeing you shot | in this really strange place and I even dreamed | that Jimmy shot you.
Well, next time, | leave me out of your nightmares.
Gladly.
At least | I can get a good night's rest.
Well, you could really use it.
What does that mean? | You think I look terrible or something? I did my hair.
- That's not what I said.
| - But that's what you were thinking.
- That's not what I was thinking.
| - This is all your fault.
Why is it my fault? Because you were the one | that was getting shot in my dreams.
But Trivette was the one | doing the shooting.
That's right Jimmy? Walker? Let's dance.