Walker, Texas Ranger s04e13 Episode Script

All right, look sharp, everybody.
Walker, Trivette, mighty glad you're here | at the press conference giving a hand.
Is there anything | to be concerned about? Oh, plenty.
Everywhere McGuire goes, | he's in the crosshairs.
Ten days ago he's sitting | in a pub in the middle of Belfast, a car bomb with his name on it | goes off outside.
Kills half a dozen innocent people.
Guy finally puts together | a real coalition with a real chance | for permanent peace, and people still taking shots at him.
You're right, Trivette.
| Excuse me, gentlemen.
You know, I was thinking, | Duncan McCallum, Texas billionaire just sitting around | counting his dough, but there he is working his ass off | for Adam McGuire.
Wow, peace in Nort\hern Ireland, | Walker.
Yeah, he's a good man, Trivette, but he remembers | how bad it was over there.
Howdy, folks.
It's good to see you.
Thanks for coming out.
Now, every now and again, | folks will be asking me, "Duncan, why are you getting | so wrapped up in this Irish thing?" Well, I'll set you straight.
I've seen the destruction over there.
| I've seen the internal strife.
I know what the problems are, | because I was born there.
Folks, we're about to witness | history being made.
Five days from now, | in our nation's capitol, a real honest-to-God treaty between | the Catholics and the Protestants, oh, and the good folk of Great Britain, | all sitting down at the same table, signing their names, all because | of the man I'm about to introduce.
He was a fighter.
Spent most of his life manning | the barricades, and then he changed sides, from | the side of war to the cause of peace.
Ladies and gentlemen of the press, | the next Nobel Peace Prize winner, Adam McGuire.
Thank you very much.
| Thank you, Duncan.
Lord and begorra, my name and | the Nobel Prize in the same sentence.
I was at a funeral a few years back.
| Nothing unusual about that.
I've attended too many funerals | in me life, but this one, | on a cold, wet afternoon, the day we buried a kind and gentle | young lad named Stephen O'Bannon, a lad who didn't deserve to die.
I looked around | and a shiver went up me spine.
All I could see were women, grandmothers, mothers | and daughters without their men.
I was ashamed | to be a part\ of the reason why.
I realized that if we kept it up, | killing each other the way we were, there wouldn't be | any men left to fight.
I'm not willing to wait that long.
Now, get down quick and just go.
- Now, go on, down! | - Get out of the way! Freeze.
Yeah, that's a late model black | four-by-four.
Malloy.
Gavin Malloy.
There'll be no peace, | you bloody traitor.
May you rot in hell! On the gate.
They told me you were shot.
I've had worse.
What happened? | What went wrong? What went wrong? | I'll tell you what went wrong, Charlie.
Bloody Texas Ranger, | that's what went wrong.
This is terrible.
A terrible thing.
Get your voice down.
| Get control of yourself.
How's my son? He's worried about you.
They all are.
You tell him not to worry about me.
| There's nothing to worry about.
These cowboys | are not gonna break me.
They can't.
They're too soft.
This is not the way, Gavin.
| Not God's way.
Not the way of the Lamb.
Well, you tell that to the bloody Brits, and while we're on that | part\icular subject, Father Geary, don't you get any fancy ideas.
Remember the seal | of the confessional.
Do you want to offer confession? I would sooner go to the nearest | Protestant ministry in Belfast than confess to you, Geary.
Now, you remember what I told you.
Nothing has changed.
Pray for me, Father.
Right there.
Yeah.
There's Ranger | Walker.
Excuse me, Ranger.
This way please.
Ranger Walker, Ranger Walker, | can we get a comment, please? - Has the IRA taken responsibility? | - No comment.
Is the IRA export\ing their terrorism | to American soil? Come on, ranger, give us a break.
A real feeding frenzy.
Did the sniper make a statement? Yeah, he told me where I should go.
Cordell Walker, | former Special Forces.
DPS graduate, top of his class.
Texas Ranger, years.
A bullet's too good for him.
The man next to him, | James Trivette.
Former professional athlete.
He's been in the service | for three years.
Malloy's wife was accidentally killed | by a British sniper.
Gavin Malloy tracks this kid down, he kills him, | then he kills his entire family.
People are afraid to talk.
We got no leads | to the rest of the team.
Malloy had a visitor today, a Father Charles Geary | from St.
Patrick Brendan's Church.
I think I'll go talk to him.
Alexandra Cahill.
Southern Methodist University | graduate.
Assistant district attorney, | five years.
- Good work, McLane.
| - Hell, an Irish lass.
What's she doing | with the likes of them? I thought we came here | to kill Adam McGuire? What the hell do these people | have to do with that? It's called homework, Ryan.
They got me dad, | and I'll die before I let him rot in prison.
- Now, you shut your mouth.
| - We'll get him back, Derek.
Oh, boy, the phones | are ringing off the hook.
The State Depart\ment | wants to hold Malloy for federal terrorism charges, | and the British want to extradite him for crimes against the Crown.
- It'll be interesting to see who wins.
| - Agent Fisher? Can you tell us something, | Agent Fisher? I'm not prepared to answer | any questions right now.
There'll be a press conference | later today.
We'll answer questions then.
This scares me, Walker.
If they get to McGuire, | their war start\s all over again.
Sort\ of ironic, isn't it? The war moves | from Belfast to Dallas.
Well, we'll just have to see | that it ends here.
I'm sorry, Ranger.
| I'd like to help you, but I can't.
Then tell me what you know | about Gavin Malloy.
I offered to hear his confession, | that's all.
Did he accept? That's God's business, not yours.
A lot of innocent people have died, | Father, so it does make it my business.
International terrorists? | IRA assassins? Little out of my league, | don't you think? You tell me, Father.
Look, there's nothing unusual | about a man asking for a priest, and a countryman, at that.
I hear confessions all day long.
That is my job, | to absolve people of their sins.
Well, Malloy's team is still out there, | and I've got to find them.
Then I'll pray for your success.
| Excuse me.
And that's when I saw you | shoot the man with the camera, and I was running and the noise, it was so loud, and I think I was screaming.
I've never seen | someone shot before.
It was so horrible.
And I was so scared.
How was that? Damn Rangers.
Walker's the key, Derek.
The key to finding | and killing Adam McGuire.
I should've been with me dad.
He shouldn't have been there alone.
He carried all the weight.
| All we did was play bloody decoy.
For the love of Ireland, | we'll get your father back.
I promise you.
- I want you to sign it up.
| - Yeah, okay.
Irish-American Courier.
Yes.
I've only been here | for three years.
I still haven't gotten rid | of my accent yet.
I don't have a Southern drawl yet.
Well, I like your accent.
Actually, | my grandmother's from Ireland.
Really? | What was her maiden name? Hargrove.
Agnes Hargrove.
Miss O'Neill, right? Tracy O'Neill.
When you were listening | to McGuire, did you notice anything | out of the ordinary? No.
No.
When Adam McGuire speaks, you don't really hear | or see anything else.
How is he? How's he doing? He's fine.
I was afraid | he'd postpone his meetings here and go home after what happened.
No, I think he's going to stay.
Good.
The Brits want him, but the | State Depart\ment wants him too so we're gonna put Malloy | in the federal tank at Fort\ Sumner | while they fight it out.
The shooting happened on our turf.
| We've still got a case to crack.
This ain't cattle rustling, Trivette.
| Little out of your league.
Excuse me.
I'm from Baltimore.
- We don't have a hassle here.
| - Excuse me.
It's kind of stupid that we move the guy | until we know what's going on.
- What's the problem? | - Ask Fisher.
Explain something | to your part\ner here, Walker.
This is a federal court\ order signed by a federal judge | entrusted to yours truly, and what do I expect? I expect a little cooperation.
You'll get our cooperation, | Agent Fisher, but you should use our help.
Hey, maybe we're not Texas Rangers, | but we can take care of business.
Anybody got a pen? Cross your T's and dot your I's.
Thank you.
Sorry for the interruption.
Is she really FBI? One of the best.
So you didn't notice anything, | Miss O'Neill? Well, when the shooting start\ed, | I don't remember much of anything, but then I saw you.
I saw you shoot the man | with the camera, and then I was running, | and the noise, it was so loud, and I think I was screaming.
I mean, I never saw | someone shot before, it was horrible.
I was so scared.
You okay? Yes, thank you.
- I'm sorry.
| - Don't be.
It just feels better talking about it.
I understand.
If I think of anything, is there a way | I can get in touch with you? Yeah, sure.
Here's my card.
Thank you, Ranger Walker.
You know, I'm not so sure about McGuire | hiding out in McCallum's office.
You honestly believe | this place is safe now? No place is safe from fanatics.
That's why we can't let | anyone know he's here.
Walker, Trivette.
Rangers, I can't thank you enough | for what you did for me.
Gentlemen, please, | have a seat here.
Now then, what can I do for you? Can you tell us | who's against your peace process? That's a bit of a general question, | Ranger.
We need to find a link | to Gavin Malloy, sir.
We need names, Mr.
McGuire.
I used to fight along side Gavin Malloy, | and men just like him, but some of us | Some of us got tired of the killing.
I understand the ones that didn't.
I don't know all their names, | but I do understand them.
Well, give us the names you know.
We start\ed throwing Molotovs and | carrying guns when we were children.
These are hard, angry people, | and when Gavin Malloy lost his wife, he and his son became the hardest | and angriest of the lot.
Believe me, I understand their rage, | but killing is no way to heal it.
You said his son.
What's his name? Derek Malloy.
We have to assume | he's part\ of the team.
Yeah.
| Can you tell us who else might be? I know you feel like you'd be betraying | some folks you still respect, Adam, but these boys can help.
I don't like this.
| I don't like going up against the feds.
They're just suits with guns.
Relax.
- You sure they're coming this way? | - I did my homework, Ryan.
I don't like it.
It doesn't feel right.
Why don't you say | what's on your mind, huh? Never mind.
Forget it.
No, go on, Ryan.
Speak your mind.
We're all on the same side here.
| Go ahead.
Look, you know I respect | your father, Derek, but okay, I've got to say it.
He's over-the-hill.
Making mistakes.
He had all the time | to get his shot off and couldn't.
I could've taken out | ten Adam McGuires, and now we're risking our asses | for the old man.
- Well, I don't like it.
| - You finished? Yeah.
Somebody's got to speak the truth.
Right.
What do you think you're doing, | shooting your own? You shut your garb.
They're coming.
Spread out.
- I thought you were smart\er than that.
| - What? Arguing with a woman.
Fisher.
- Oh, man.
| - You know, she won.
- She didn't win.
| - Yes, she did.
Oh, my God.
Mayday.
Mayday.
Mayday.
Mayday, Unit .
| We're under attack.
Sumner Road and Travis Junction.
That's Fisher.
- How far is that from here? | - About eight miles.
You bitch.
I don't know if you know | anything or not, Father, but I want you | to take a look at these.
That is Special Agent Fisher.
She didn't get a priest, Father.
She didn't get her last rites.
Now, do you know | where Gavin Malloy is? Even if I did, | I couldn't break my vow.
How many innocent people have to die | because of that vow? What am I to do? You'll have to look into your heart\ | for that answer, Father.
Lab's been working all night.
| There's no prints, no trace, no nothing.
The State Depart\ment is up in arms, | and the British are threatening to suspend the peace talks | until this is cleared up.
- There's got to be a lead somewhere.
| - Trivette.
They're probably | halfway home by now.
The Malloys came over to kill McGuire.
| They're not gonna leave until they do.
We got trouble, man.
McGuire's on his way to a protocol | meeting with the British attaché.
- I thought he called that off.
| - Called it back on.
Man's not following the rules, | Walker.
They're coming in.
I got them.
Damn Walker.
Patience.
Patience.
- Walker, what are you doing here? | - I thought we had an agreement.
If I go into custody, they win.
If you're dead, they win.
I'm sorry.
McGuire.
We missed.
Come on, let's go.
You can get off me now, pilgrim.
I don't know what's so funny.
| You almost got your head blown off.
I've been shot at before in the head.
You're not supposed to be here.
The press will have | a grand day with this.
Great spot on the evening news.
Hardly wort\h your life, McGuire.
Look, Walker, somewhere, | somehow, someplace, a bullet's going to find me.
And when it does it'll be another man | or woman who will take my place.
You can't kill peace.
| You can only delay it.
Let's get on with it.
Trivette.
There you go, Dad.
Thank you, my dear heart\.
Why don't you stay here? Let us take care of McGuire.
Never.
I won't rest | until Adam McGuire is dead.
Derek, I'm gonna be fine.
I mean that, son.
I promise you.
We shot Ryan.
| We shouldn't have shot Ryan.
Since when does having a big mouth | sign your death contract? You, look at me.
Now, you keep your place, boy.
You remember where you came from.
| Remember your roots.
Oh, I do remember them.
I just wanna go home.
We'll all be home soon enough.
This has got to stop.
| In God's name, it just can't go on.
You're getting soft, Father.
Leading the good life | here in Dallas, Texas, huh? McGuire wants the killing to stop.
| What is so terrible about that? Adam McGuire wants | the killing to stop, does he? Well, then let him stop killing | our soul, Father.
Let the great Adam McGuire | stop destroying our spirit with his peace of the damned, | and let all the sheep that flock together to sign this devil's pact with the | bloody Brits be blown off a bloody cliff.
We'll have no part\ of it.
May God forgive you.
Your mother is doing very well, | Charlie.
She asks about you.
Now, if you want to see | your mum again in life, you will remember your roots and you | will see this thing through to the end.
And if it's not for your love | of Ireland, think of it | as your own personal cause, Father.
Walker.
There's a call | from McGuire on Line .
Put him on.
I've got a couple of names for you.
Terry McLane, systems man.
He might've hooked up with | the Malloys in the past few months.
The other name is Jack Childers.
He's the son of a close friend.
Ranger, he's just a lad.
If he's with them, I'd appreciate it if you could do | whatever you can to keep him alive.
I'll do what I can.
I thank you.
Bye.
- Trivette? | - Yeah? I've got a couple of names here.
| Put faces to them, will you? - Walker.
| - Walker, I've got Tracy O'Neill on Line .
Put her on.
I've been talking to some of my friends | in the Irish community, and, well, they had some pretty | interesting things to say about the whole terrorist situation.
I'd love to talk to you about it.
Sure.
Go ahead.
Oh, well, actually, I was planning | on ordering some Chinese, and, well, I live alone, and, well, usually | a lot of it goes to waste.
Is that an invitation? Only if you call me Tracy.
| How about ? I'll see you at :, Tracy.
Great, great.
I'm at Silvercrest, apartment C.
I'll be there.
What's up? Maybe nothing, and then on the other hand, | maybe something.
He went for it.
How could he resist? Jane, you best be careful.
I'd sleep with Satan for Ireland.
There's a split in the community | when it comes to the peace process.
Some of them believe that peace | without victory is like defeat, like spitting on the graves | of the loved ones who've died, and other people think | that Adam McGuire's a saint.
And what do you think? Oh, I think if I could learn | how to eat with chopsticks Here, let me show you.
The first one goes between the thumb | and the forefinger there.
This one goes right there.
It's just like holding a pencil, | like this.
Like this? - Looking for this? | - Bastard.
How did you know? Your performance was a little weak.
You're under arrest.
Let's go.
Kill him! No, no, Trivette, I said full lips.
That's better.
Make her nose smaller.
That's it.
That's her.
Holy buckets, what a looker.
And you were doing what | when she went for the knife? I was doing my duty, Trivette.
- Yeah, Trivette.
| - Call for Walker.
He's right here.
Hello.
Walker.
Ranger, | I've got to see you right away.
God help my mother, | but I can't hide the Malloys any longer.
He's talking to the Ranger.
Too bad.
Listen to this.
Ranger, he's just a lad.
If he's with them, I'd appreciate it if you could do | whatever you can to keep him alive.
I'll do what I can.
That call came | from McCallum's office.
We got him.
Where we going? St.
Patrick Brendan's Church.
Father Geary? He's dead.
He said he couldn't hide | the Malloys anymore.
Check around.
Walker, there's a basement.
They left in a hurry.
They know where McGuire is.
This will be the most difficult point | for the British to concede.
Oh, I agree, Adam.
Now, what about | this item number seven? They're here.
It's dead.
There's nothing but fuzz.
They're jamming.
| Any weapons here? I'm Irish.
| Right here in the top drawer.
Chief? There's no response | from the front gate, sir.
I've sent men | to check the generators.
All right.
Well, give me your pistol | and go see what's going on.
Yes, sir.
We've got to get out of your office.
| It's a dead end.
All right, follow me.
McLane, go on the stairs.
All the power's out.
Up the stairs.
Go.
This way.
Childers, go help McLane, | and find McGuire.
Right.
Go.
Now, go.
It's the kid.
Find McGuire.
Hey.
Hey.
Malloy.
McGuire, | we were once on the same side.
But killing isn't the answer.
Yeah But killing you is.
Sorry, old friend.
Malloy! Texas Rangers.
Freeze.
Come on, let's go.
Troops, we have rangers inside.
| Be careful.
Go, men, go.
Lock and load.
Jane, Derek, give it up.
There's no way out.
Derek your father's dead.
No more killing.
Dead? Me dad's dead? I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
No! All we ever wanted | was to make things better.
Yeah.
He died for his cause.
| You don't have to.
I love you, Derek Malloy.
Let's go home.
Let's do it.
No!