Walker, Texas Ranger s04e07 Episode Script

Walker.
Hey, I got a strange call for you from a doctor | at Southwest State Hospital.
What did he want? There's a guy in isolation | in the mental ward.
He says | he's with the Aryan Brotherhood and he needs to confess to you.
Confess to me? You and only you.
| The doctor wouldn't say why.
Why is he in isolation? How about there's a hell of a lot | of people trying to kill him? This guy's | halfway over the edge now.
But he was the baddest of the bad | in his day.
Killed a man with his bare hands | in the yard at Huntsville not more than years back.
Now he's found God.
| Wants to repent and confess his sins.
He's calling up everybody | he did a past injustice to, asking for their forgiveness.
What's that got to do with me? All I know is they moved him here | to keep him away from the skinheads.
What's his name? Silas Quint.
You know him? Yeah, I know him.
You sure | you wanna go in there alone? He's as unpredictable as a cobra | and three times as crazy.
Open the door.
What do you want, Quint? Sit, Walker.
That's good where I can see your eyes.
Are you a believer, Walker? Do you believe | in the God Almighty Lord? We're all sinners, Walker.
And when the demons come down | above at night, we have regrets of our sins.
Sins for which we must atone.
A lot of things I wanna admit to.
A lot of things I wanna apologize for.
There was one night It was a carnival that night.
There was a man | and there was a woman.
They were killed.
They were killed for no good reason.
There was a boy with this man and with this woman.
And his eyes haunt me to this day.
They are my nightmares.
They're your eyes, Walker.
You were that boy, Walker.
What's this all about, Quint? I swear to God Almighty, I tried to I tried to stop Max from killing, from killing them people.
I stopped him from killing you.
I remember.
He was the Prince of Darkness | that night.
He just had to kill | somebody of color.
Max Slater's been dead for years.
No, no, he's alive.
He's not alive.
| He died in a car crash.
Walker, that was his brother.
See, Walker, Slater he lighted the fire.
And then he walked away clean.
You'd better not be lying to me, | Quint.
Walker, I swear on this Good Book.
Where is he? I do not know.
Walker, I need your forgiveness.
Only God can forgive you.
Walker.
Walker! Walk Good work.
Look, an Injun.
- What do you want? | - We want a piece of you.
- Yeah, man.
| - Yeah, don't be scared.
No! Slater, come on.
Let's go, let's go.
Leave him alone.
Let's go.
Move it! My mother was a gentle soul, | Trivette.
Never had a harsh word | to say about anyone.
And my dad, | he was a common man but had great pride and dignity.
C.
D.
Said the killing was racial.
I've replayed that moment | a million times in my mind.
It was years before I was old enough | to track the guy down that did it.
Now this nutcase, Quint, is saying that the killer staged his death | and then vanished.
That's what he says | and I believe him.
Yeah, but how would you know? By his eyes.
They didn't lie.
NCIC, FBI, DMV, everything empty.
Just like you figured, | with Slater's record, he probably wouldn't use | his real name.
You said he used to run guns, | so I pulled a favor with a friend from ATF.
He's gonna run a trace on the weapons deals | that Slater used to be involved with.
You know, | something that many years back, we're not gonna get answers | overnight.
Quint's a member | of the Aryan Brotherhood.
So was Max Slater.
Hey, I don't like the way that sounds | already.
I'm gonna tag along.
Not this time, Trivette.
It's personal.
Walker, you can't go out of state.
Alex, for years, I thought the man | that killed my parents was dead.
I've gotta find out the truth.
Where you gonna start\? There was a witness, | a cowboy on the rodeo circuit.
I talked to him years ago | and I always had a feeling that he wasn't telling me | everything he knew.
Walker, what are you looking for? Revenge? Retribution? Justice.
Now, coming out with Bo Buckley.
Duke Jamison? I'm Cordell Walker.
We talked years back.
I remember you.
He's a hell of a cowboy out there, | ain't he? Yeah, he's pretty good all right.
But you were the best.
Oh, you've seen me rope, did you? Yeah, many times.
I saw you win | the national championship down in Oklahoma City.
Yeah, I got so drunk that night | I couldn't find my damn boots, couldn't find my pickup.
I couldn't find nothing.
The last time we talked, | you said you knew Max Slater.
Well, yeah, I know of him, | but that's about all.
Duke, I have reason to believe | he's still alive.
That right? Well, that ain't | no concern of mine, I guess.
Say, Pops, | we been looking all over for you.
Want you to fetch me | a bottle of whiskey.
- You boys entered here? | - What's it to you? You're talking | to the best there ever was.
It'd be smart\ | to treat him with respect.
This old rummy? Oh, hell, | you two drugstore cow-milkers.
Hey, you do what you're paid to do, | old man! Lt'd be in your best interest | not to pursue this.
Come on.
Oh, man.
Here.
You okay? Come on.
I must be getting old here, Walker.
There were times I could've kicked | the bejesus out of them two birds.
But I I appreciate you stepping up | for me like that, part\ner.
Duke, I need your help.
I've gotta find Max Slater.
Now, look there were reasons I never told you | everything back then, see.
You got wheels here? I mean, maybe if I could bum a ride, | we could talk a little bit.
Let's go.
That night, that night you been fretting about, I was kind of hanging around waiting for a lady.
And I seen your family | on the midway before Slater and them other two | showed up.
I seen them killed.
And Slater, | he said he'd get to my family if I spoke up, you know.
And I was too damn lily-livered | to fight him.
Where is he now? He's hunkered down | up in Oklahoma.
He's doing | what he always done best.
He's running guns | and wrecking people's lives.
What name does he go by? It's Murdock now.
It's Clint, Clint Murdock.
You all right? I been having these here spells.
I'm gonna get you to the hospital.
I found the cowboy I was looking for.
But I ran into a little complication.
Have you found out anything? Yeah, I'm looking at this FBI file | on white supremacist weapons activity.
There's a hotbed | down in South Oklahoma.
A little town called Shannon.
That's where Duke Jamison's from.
- Jamison? | - Yeah, the cowboy.
What about any busts that tie in? Yeah, | the ATF took down a middleman.
His name is Victor Connor.
He's very heavy into weapons buying | for paramilitary groups.
- Where is he now? | - Doing four years at Club Fed.
Hey, Walker, where are you? | I'm coming out there, okay? I'll call you tomorrow.
Can I count on that? Yeah.
Doctor said you wanted to see me.
My shirt\ over there.
Walker, there's a picture.
That's my daughter.
Growed up around them Slaters.
She works the same place.
You can make the connection | you've been looking for.
She was raped by one of them years after I split.
I should've took a gun, come back | after the bastard that done it.
But she decided to have that baby.
She's been looking | to clear out of there ever since.
I messed up, Walker.
I let her down.
There's a letter in my bag.
Give it to her.
If you could get to her and the boy, help them.
Please, help them.
Nurse, nurse.
Doctor, we've got a code blue.
| I'll go get the cart\.
One, two Oh, yeah.
Yes, | because you got the road show.
Really? That's in Memphis.
Laurie Jamison? Do I know you? I have a message from your father.
I haven't seen him in years | and I don't care to.
He asked me to give you a letter.
I'd like to talk to you after you read it.
Please, just leave me alone, okay? - Got a problem here? | - No, no problem.
You make trouble around here, | mister, you buy yourself | a quick ticket out of town.
I'm not looking for trouble.
What are you looking for, then? Let's say I'm a collector.
Collector? Baseball cards? - Butterflies? | - Guns.
I was told someone here | could steer me in the right direction.
Yeah, well, you were told wrong, | because I'm in charge here.
That right? You don't look like you have brains | enough to be in charge of anything.
Kick his ass.
Shut it down, Slick.
Now, who in the hell are you | and what are you doing here? Name's Walker.
I'm in the market | for some heavy-duty ordnance.
Now, if you can't fill that order, | we don't have anything to talk about.
Over there.
Everybody relax.
Who told you about us? Victor Connor.
| Said he did some business with you.
I'll see what I can do.
| Where can I reach you? I'll be around.
You're pretty fast, Walker.
These part\s, fast will get you dead.
Come on, Ray boy.
Yep, right on the money.
I read the letter.
| Why'd my dad send you? Laurie, | there's no easy way to say this.
Your father passed away.
How? Heart\ attack.
There were things in that letter.
If only he'd said them years ago.
Look, whatever you did to help my dad, | I appreciate it.
Well, Laurie, you know, sometimes people | do things they regret.
And they die with those regrets, | like your father.
I gotta go home to Zack.
Do you have any place to stay? No, I'll find some place.
Not around here, you won't.
They roll in the sidewalks | at sundown.
My place is only big enough | for Zack and me, but I have some spare bedding | in the barn.
I appreciate it.
Come on.
Hi there.
| Oh, didn't mean to scare you.
Didn't scare me none.
I'm Zack.
Well, I'm Walker.
You staying here long? Well, I'm gonna stay here for a while | until I get my business taken care of.
In the meantime, | there's work to be done around here.
You wanna give me a hand? | Okay, let's go do it.
Goodbye.
- Sweetheart\, take Daddy's hand.
| - Okay.
- Lovely day, Lamar.
| - Yes, it is.
- George.
| - May get more fruitful as it wears on.
Stranger come into the Crazy Horse | last night.
Dropped Victor Connor's name, | looking to deal.
- Is that right? | - No, no, no.
This one talks the talk | and walks the walk.
Took down a couple of our people | before I had a chance to cool him off.
He broke old Bobby Lee's arm | like it was a twig.
Where's he from? Florida, he says, | and that he wants quality and quantity.
You were a friend of my granddad's.
Yeah, I knew your granddad, Zack.
| All he ever talked about was you and your mom.
He talked about taking me fishing.
| He never came back to do it.
Did your dad ever take you fishing? No, all he wants to do is teach me stuff | that makes Mom mad.
Like what? Like anybody | whose skin is a different color isn't the same as us.
How do you feel about that? Mom says that we need | to accept people for who they are, not what color their skin is.
Well, you know, your mom's right.
It's been a spell since I had | any male help around here.
You got me, Mom.
And I wouldn't trade that | for the sun or the moon, honey.
Zack, do you know | where there's any baling wire? Some in the barn.
- Would you go get it for me? | - Okay.
Who are you, Walker? Why are you really here? Well, let's just say that I have | a personal problem with Mr.
Murdock.
Well, I've seen you handle yourself.
This is a company town, | and the Murdocks own it.
Everybody within miles of here is either beholden to them | or scared to death.
What about you? Why don't I pack up and leave? I have a reason.
Here it comes right now.
How's it going, Zack? Okay, I guess.
Still moving fast, Walker, where you're not wanted.
You have no right | to be on this land, Ray.
I got every right to be | where my boy is.
There's a rally tonight, Zack.
Be hot dogs for the kids, ice cream.
You're not taking him anywhere | to listen to people preaching about violence and hate.
You listen to me, you little tramp.
You heard what the lady said, Ray.
Take a hint.
Ray, boy, don't let personal business | get in the way of commerce.
We're here to take you to a meet.
Close it.
Pull.
Pull.
Pull.
What's really my meat is big game.
You're out there on the line, | just you and the beast.
But you have a.
-.
Lamar said you had a mouth on you.
And I also have | people waiting for delivery.
We have our own schedules.
And we're short\ a man.
He had a lapse of judgment.
We met somewhere before? No, I'd remember if we had.
Fact is, friend, you handle yourself | just too well for just being a broker.
Broker's not my only game.
Mercenary? Soldier of fort\une? Whatever pays well.
Well, we deal in volume.
I figure Florida means the militia.
Or the Klan.
We delight in reaching out to folks who share our beliefs.
So, Walker, | how'd you like to double your profits? I'm listening.
You got the moves, son.
But for the really big money you gotta prove yourself.
It's an Army shipment.
Headed from Wichita Falls | to an armory in Stillwater.
How you gonna take them down? Gas them.
Take this.
Here they come.
Showtime.
Get them on.
- Help.
| - Get him.
- Hold on there.
| - Don't try it.
Get over there.
| Come on, give me a hand here.
Move.
All right, unload, transfer | and get it to the recycling plant.
Move.
- Come on.
| - Move it.
Yeah, we got it.
Right here.
Anybody there? - Got it there? | - Yeah.
Yeah.
- Good? | - Yeah.
You got a count on them? Yeah, all loaded.
Undo those chains.
What happened to all your energy, | Walker? Here's our boy, Mr.
Murdock.
Leave him be.
Who are you, anyway, mister? Does the name Walker ring a bell? No.
Think back years ago, | at a carnival.
When you murdered | a man and a woman.
Wait a minute.
You're the kid.
I'll never forget | the look you had in your eyes.
You got the same look now.
Pure hate.
Well, Mr.
Half-Breed, I wonder how long | it's gonna take you to die in the sun without any food or water.
String him up.
How long you figure he'll last? I'm betting three days.
No.
This one has Injun blood in him.
| A little longer.
But not much.
He said he'd call.
You can count on it.
Something's gone wrong.
I can feel it.
The cowboy's name | is Duke Jamison.
I checked with the DPS.
There's only one Jamison in Shannon, | Laurie Jamison.
Told you to stay out of it.
He's my part\ner.
Cordell.
Cordell? Father.
Don't give up, son.
It's not your time.
It's not your time.
It's not your time.
Looking mighty dry | around the gills there, half-breed.
What about it, breed? Do you want some water? Don't mind if I do.
Damn.
Mr.
Murdock! What is it, Lamar? It's Walker.
Hank! - Go, go, go.
| - There he is.
- Where? | - Straight up the hill.
Damn.
Saddle up the horses.
| We're going hunting.
- Come on out, are you there? | - Let's go.
- Right.
| - Let's go.
Go, go.
Let's go.
- Come on, guys.
Guys, hurry up.
| - Come on, let's go.
Don't you let him go, airheads.
Get on in there, get on in there.
- This way.
| - Don't let him go.
Ride, ride.
Where'd he go? - Where are they? | - Two of the boys down there.
- Split up.
| - You three, come with me.
Got any signs? No, boss, we doesn't.
- Let's go.
| - He flew up there.
Can't get lost.
No more.
| It's no damn game anymore.
Well, he's outnumbered -to-.
We'll bring him down.
No way, we lost him.
Let's go.
- Miss Jamison? | - Yeah.
Jimmy Trivette, Texas Ranger.
I'm looking for my part\ner, | Cordell Walker.
Hold it right there, boy.
- I'm sorry.
| - Shut up.
I can't believe | they let coloreds wear the badge now.
So you're looking for Walker, huh? So are we.
Well, you found him.
Look like hell, man.
I've been through it.
Is there a recycling plant around? County plant's way across town.
- Is it active? | - Yes.
Slater goes | by the name of Murdock now.
His men stole a shipment of arms.
And they're taking it | to a recycling plant.
Wait.
There's an old plant | shut down a few years back.
Murdock bought the land | and the building.
Here, watch him.
| I'll get the sheriff out here.
- All right.
| - Walker, don't go.
I'll be back real soon, Zack.
Then you and I'll talk about | going fishing, how about that? Okay.
Where's the plant? It's about ten miles down the road.
- All right, let's unpack over here.
| - Unpack these crates.
Make it quick.
- Here we go.
| - Hey, I need men here.
Come on, help these guys.
There's gold here.
| Check out these crates.
This is what I'm talking about.
What a haul, huh? - What will this do, huh? | - Outfit a whole army, kiddo.
- How will you be seeing them? | - That's what I'm Get him, Lamar.
Trivette.
You know how to use it, Murdock.
Do it.
Come on, half-breed.
Let me go.
Don't do it, Walker.
Pull him up.
You're not wort\h it, Murdock.
We'll let a court\ decide your fate.
You know, for a minute there, I thought | you were gonna drop old Murdock.
I was going to, Trivette.
Something my dad said to me | when I was a little boy changed my mind.
What was that? He said that only God has the right to judge.