Walker, Texas Ranger s04e14 Episode Script

Okay, boys, let's go.
Hey, ease up.
My nerves are dancing, man.
| You don't know Joey Galloway.
Once I take the stand, | he's not going to let up.
- I'm gold to you guys, right? | - Yeah, you're gold, Kenyon.
Your testimony's gonna put | Galloway away till doomsday.
I don't know.
Even behind bars, | he's got ways to find me.
Well, you don't have | much of a choice.
It's either testify or do .
Look, don't sweat it.
They're gonna bury you so deep | in that witness protection program, we're not gonna be able to find you.
Nelson and Collins are here.
Looks like somebody's | throwing a part\y.
Yeah.
What's going on? We're prepping a luncheon | for a wedding part\y at noon.
I gotta be here at a.
m.
What a life.
How you doing? Did you get the orders? There we go.
Bet you guys are glad to see us.
It's been a long hours.
- How's our star witness? | - Don't ask.
You bring any more booze? Why don't you eat something, | Kenyon? I'm drinking my breakfast.
- So how's the new baby, Jack? | - Cries all night.
But I tell you, Mary and I were trying | to have this kid for two years.
All yours, guys.
- Thanks.
| - Thanks.
Nobody crosses me | and lives to tell about it, especially some wimp accountant.
Right, right.
I know that, Charlie, but I'm taking out | Mr.
Kenyon and the Texas Rangers.
Nobody messes with Joey Galloway.
- They're gone.
| - Right.
Kenyon, you really ought to | eat something.
Joey knows I would never turn on him.
No way.
Please! Forward, halt.
Firing position, move.
Ready aim fire.
Ready aim fire.
Ready aim fire.
Present, halt.
Walker? Special Agent Jack Harris, | Cordell Walker.
- You said you wanted to see him? | - Yeah, that's right.
What are the chances | of keeping Galloway in prison without Kenyon's testimony? Well, right now, | Galloway's in for racketeering.
But his lawyers are working overt\ime | to reverse that.
We want him on murder one.
We need hard evidence to do it.
Do you know Pete Darnell? - Hit man? | - Yeah.
They just took him into custody | in Houston.
Everybody knows the name, but nobody knows the face.
Are you thinking | what I think you're thinking? I wanna go in as Pete Darnell | and I'll get your evidence.
Wait.
You wanna go | inside the slammer? You wanna assume the identity | of a guy that actually exists? That's right.
The last guy we sent in there got a | screwdriver through his neck, Walker.
How about it? When? Now.
Let's go.
- Hey, I'm talking to you.
| - Hey, lip, come on out.
- Let's go.
| - Over here.
All right, listen up.
Well, gentlemen, I'm Assistant Warden Harold Wells.
And this man here is my | chief of guards, Captain Shankley.
And you best listen to him very carefully.
Know it now.
Life as you knew it | has ceased to exist.
Welcome to purgatory.
Now, the only way to survive purgatory | is to follow the rules.
My rules.
This is a maximum-security facility and | you men are in here to do hard time.
Some of you are gonna die in here.
Some of you are gonna think | dying was the easy way out.
There are no innocent men | inside these walls.
You all belong here.
Move them out.
Yeah.
You bought it, boy.
Step forward.
Okay, next.
These are yours.
Three-thirt\een.
Cell block six.
Let's go, convict.
Go on, you heard him.
Where did you transfer in from? Harriston.
Maine winters, you know.
| As soon as I got the call, I was already packed.
Well, since you're new here, | let me give you a piece of advice.
You watch who it is you antagonize.
That guy back there, | just letting him know who's boss.
You know who that guy was? That's Pete Darnell, the Iceman.
That's the Iceman? Everything that guy touches | turns to rigor mort\is.
He's got over scores.
Five years ago, he busts out of Attica | and wastes a judge.
Now he's here finishing out | that sentence and waiting on a trial on the last one.
I mean, | this is his kind of neighborhood.
He's in the same block | as Joey Galloway.
All highliners.
Y'all make me sick.
All right, | you use your lathe, like that.
Yeah, give me another minute.
You gotta clamp it down.
Go easy with that, man.
Clean that up.
Yeah, that's it right there.
- Shave it down more.
| - All right.
My new neighbor, Mr.
Pete Darnell.
Iceman cometh.
There was a rumble he was coming in | and he don't look too friendly.
In his line of work, | you can't afford to be friendly.
- You're scratching it.
| - That's it, that's it.
Hey, let's eat.
- Let's go, guys.
| - Feels good.
Let's move, convicts.
Come on, let's get out of here.
| Let's move.
- You too.
| - It's quitting time.
- Did you hear me? | - Back off, man.
Assume it.
What are you doing here? Your contact's the chaplain.
- You okay over there? | - I don't need any help.
- Let's go.
| - Let's move, gentlemen.
Stay alive.
Come on.
All right, everybody in their cells.
After mess hall tonight, Mr.
Galloway's | extending you an invitation.
Yeah, good fight on cable tonight.
Decent food, bonded whisky | and intelligent conversation.
Things you don't usually find | in a maximum lockup.
Well, tell him thanks, but no, thanks.
At Harriston, | you know a guard named Quintero? Yeah, who doesn't know Quintero? He's meaner than the devil himself.
Except he's a con, not a guard.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Is he still there? Yeah, he's still there, for life.
You spotted that envelope, didn't you? You wonder | what was in that envelope? Love letter? Harriston holds a nasty population but you're gonna find out | we can be even nastier.
I'm start\ing to get worried here, guys.
| What's up? Hey, a tough guy, huh? I know what I see.
I see Galloway's got more protection | than the warden.
He's probably making more money | in here than he did out on the street.
You should learn | how to keep your mouth shut.
A guy's gotta know the score.
| I'm curious Don't be.
Now, you spot something, | you just keep on walking.
You don't want Joey Galloway on you.
Now, you do your job, | you keep your mouth shut and you don't try | to cut in on anything, huh? Harriston.
Let me ask you.
There.
That's it.
Yeah, I know, I know.
I know that.
That's right.
I got two.
Pump it, man.
- Yeah.
| - Here's a new one.
That's him.
Pump it out.
Pump it out.
I don't know, but check it out.
Hold on a minute.
What's up, lady? Look up, eh.
Look at this.
He only just got here.
Charlie, I want you to hear me.
You tell those damn Apaches just All right, Cheyennes, whatever.
Tell them they're gonna buy | their slot machines from us.
They argue, tell them they got | another massacre on their hands.
They're getting rich, Charlie.
First the bingo, now the casinos.
Move in.
I want part\ of the action.
Chaplain wants to see you.
- What does he want? | - How in the hell should I know? Maybe he wants to take | your confession.
Come on, let's go.
Why they always messing | with that new guy? Come on, clear off the floor.
I don't trust new guys.
Check him out.
You can't keep it all to yourself, Joey.
It ain't like it is out on the street.
- I'm here.
| - You're nothing, Dunne.
You couldn't make it on the streets, | you can't make it in here.
You couldn't make it in Podunk.
We'll see, Joey.
We'll see.
Hey, Pete, just out of curiosity, how did you kill | all those guys, anyway? One at a time.
Come on, open the door.
Here's your man, Carberry.
Thank you, Captain Shankley.
Yeah.
Sorry I had to pull you | out of the yard like that.
I'm Chaplain Carberry.
- What's this all about? | - Something's come up.
Galloway was sentenced | to ten years for racketeering.
It's been reduced to five.
| Good behavior.
You bet someone in the warden's | office had something to do with that.
- How long has he been in? | - Close to five.
Well, that doesn't give me | much time.
I'm gonna have | to get close to him fast.
Did you unload your conscience? Did the chaplain | make you say you're sorry? Did you bare your soul to him? No, I didn't bare my soul to him.
But I'm gonna bare my fist in your face | if you don't get the hell out of here.
You're dumb, you know that? Joey Galloway's | the big man in here, more than even the warden.
You need something, | booze, drugs, he's the guy.
And I'm kind of like | his point man, see? So it pays to be nice to me too.
You sawy? Well, well, here comes Mr.
Antisocial.
Take a couple of boys, try him out.
All right? What are you gonna do, Iceman? | Melt? Enough.
I don't know about you | but I don't like that guy.
You don't need to.
You know, | you're bucking for solitary, Darnell.
Don't try putting me in the hole, | Shankley, because sooner or later, I'll be out.
Know what I mean? - All right, come on.
| - Come on.
I hear you're king of the hill | around here.
If you wanna talk, | it's by appointment only.
Murphy, it's okay.
What can I do for you? I want a cell phone | and some real food.
You know, there's a kind of guy | who can eat airline food and then ask for seconds.
I don't think you're that kind of guy.
Why don't you join me for dinner? Hey, hey, hey, it has to be done.
One time I had a guy | come in carrying a knife.
Another time, | it was a guy wearing a wire.
Not very smart\, were they? Join me.
Voilá.
Help yourself.
Cognac.
Very nice.
But it dulls the senses.
Always alert\, huh? That's a very impressive quality, | but it's not necessary here.
Join me, huh? I'd consider it a favor.
Murphy, I need to talk with my guest.
Yeah, I had a lot of action | on the outside, a lot of heat.
I'll be damned if I was gonna let | being in here break the momentum.
Well, looks to me | like you haven't missed a beat.
It's like staying in a good hotel.
You'd be surprised | what a little cash will buy.
I put together | a very nice operation in here.
The ability to inspire | unquestionable loyalty.
That's how it's done.
Well, I have a better way.
Yeah? What? Fear.
How'd you wind up in here? Oh, I blew this guy away | at a fish market.
- You did it personally? | - Yeah.
Why didn't you have your men do it? Well, like you say, it was personal.
And I'll tell you something, Darnell, | it was very gratifying.
So, what was | your most gratifying hit? - I don't talk business.
| - Come on.
You trust me, I trust you.
- My most gratifying hit? | - Yeah.
Well, I did this hit once and my employer decided | that it would be cheaper to take me out than to pay me.
So we met late one night | at a rendezvous point, brought along the briefcase, | supposedly with my money in it.
Hands it out to me | and shoots me with the other hand.
But he made one big mistake.
He didn't make sure I was dead.
When I recovered, | I tracked him down, followed him to a nightclub | one night, waited for him outside.
He comes out, start\s walking to his car.
I thought, you know, | it'd be too easy to shoot him, so I take my garrote, sneak up behind him.
| Just as he sticks the key into the lock, I loop the garrote over his neck | and start\ pulling.
I can hear the tendon snapping and there's blood all over my hand.
And I give it a jerk and his head falls | right off his shoulders.
I'd have to say | that was my most gratifying hit.
Well, the Iceman.
It fits.
Me, I start\ed out on the streets.
| Running my own gangs, a little of this, a little of that, | one thing lead to another.
I did whatever it took | to get to the top.
How about you? My family was rich.
I just like to kill.
You know, | there's not many men I trust.
In fact, none, except maybe you.
You think I can trust you, Darnell? What do you want? I got a problem and I'd consider it a personal favor | if it got solved.
Over there.
White-trash rednecks.
Name's Dunne.
He runs them.
He's pushing me into a turf war.
First, he wanted to carve up | the drug action in here and now he wants it all.
He goes down, the others will fold, | they'll scatter.
Why me? You are the best.
I need to move around.
It can be arranged.
Nine-thirt\y tonight.
Galloway wants me | to take someone out.
If I do it, I pass the test.
- Who's the target? | - The Aryan leader, Dunne.
- What do you need? | - Well, I need that body wire.
Also, contact Trivette.
Tell him to meet me | at the machine shop at :.
Here's the wire.
I'll take care of the rest.
If you're caught wearing that, | no one can help you.
Well, that's my job, chaplain.
Why are you doing it? A life dedicated to saving souls.
I'm lucky | if I've managed to salvage one.
Maybe helping you get Galloway is the only way to see | something accomplished.
Look out for yourself, Walker.
Yeah, you too.
He's all yours.
We have a tornado watch in effect.
It's a big storm, folks, and it's blowing | our way, so let's not panic.
Let's be prepared.
Keep your | flashlights, portable radios Iceman.
- first-aid kits handy | and stay tuned for updates.
You got yourself a visitor.
What are you doing here? I had to see you, Darnell.
Jimmy is out of the picture.
Gone.
It's only you, baby.
How so? I'm not gonna see him anymore, and I want you back.
I need you.
I'll make you real happy, you'll see.
I'm sure you will, baby.
But I can't leave just yet.
No, Darnell, I need you.
| I need you now.
I said I can't leave just yet.
You're so stubborn.
| You never listen to me.
Win some, lose some.
Hey, Darnell.
Mr.
Galloway wants to see you.
Okay.
Hey, my mutual fund | just went up two and a half points.
That white trash | I was telling you about, he's gone.
- Disappeared.
| - Yeah, I know.
What'd you do with him? I put him in the furnace.
Two thousand degrees.
You're something else.
Sit down.
I haven't celebrated like this | since I had my accountant whacked.
Must be a dangerous profession | with a man like you.
Only if you cross me.
What happened? He copped a plea.
Tried to cop a plea.
Had the almighty Texas Rangers | to protect him but he found out different.
I took out him | and the Texas Rangers.
It was a sweet hit.
So you're wondering what happened | to your boss, huh? Well, a guy like Dunne | just doesn't disappear.
Now, where is he? You don't wanna know, but Mr.
Galloway | had nothing to do with it.
Then, who did? Him.
Why? Because Dunne | looked at him wrong.
Let's go.
- Yeah, check it out.
| - Man, can you see that? Take it easy.
What's going on, man? All right, listen up.
We've got a tornado.
| Go out to the mess hall.
We've got men who are trapped | and hurt\.
Come on, let's go.
Everybody, move.
Hey, you, Darnell, come on, let's go.
Come on, move it, move it.
I'm way ahead of you, governor.
I've already got | a rescue operation underway.
Right.
I'm going to the mess hall.
| I may be needed.
Yeah, fine, chaplain, fine.
What does this yo-yo want now? What's this all about, Wells? Found out that guard | from Harriston's a plant.
And Pete Darnell, he's in a jail in Texas someplace.
Then, who's the guy in here? Well, I think that's your job | to find out, Galloway.
I think I know who'll tell us.
Agent Jack Harris, please.
| It's an emergency.
Chaplain? Go, move, move, move.
The chaplain wouldn't tell us nothing, | which is too bad for him.
What did you do? If the guy's not Pete Darnell, | then he's a cop.
What are we gonna do? We're gonna act fast | or else we're both flushed.
That cop's not in his cell, | he's at the mess hall.
So is Shankley.
Get over there, | Murphy, take some of the boys.
- Galloway, we gotta | - Don't worry.
All you gotta do is tell the feds | he died a hero.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Put it out, man.
Put it out! Who's in there? I'll lift it up.
Get him out.
Wait! Where is Darnell? He's in there.
Why? He's a cop.
| He's gotta go down playing hero.
- Come on.
| - Let's go.
- Come on.
| - Let's go.
You stay right here.
- Help me.
| - Over here.
- Come on, he's here.
| - Over here.
Take him.
Over there.
There's your hero.
Get him.
Over here! Somebody! Help him first.
I'm all right.
I'm all right.
- Here.
| - Give me a hand.
- I got one over here.
| - We're almost there.
Get off him.
Help me.
Over here.
Hold on, I'll get you out.
What the hell is this? FBI, Special Agent Harris.
Chaplain Carberry's dead.
- I'm sorry to hear that.
| - You're gonna be a lot sorrier.
What do you mean by that? Chaplain Carberry documented | everything that happened here.
I think I need to speak to my attorney.
Where's Pete Darnell? | Where is my part\ner? The mess hall collapsed.
He's down | there with the rescue operation.
- Come on, we gotta get him out.
| - We got two more over here.
Watch that wire.
Help me.
Kill him.
Give me a gun.
Give me a gun.
Okay, let's find him.
Oh, no, man.
- Quit yanking.
| - Over here.
Watch your head.
Watch your head.
Get him out.
Keep working.
- Texas Rangers.
| - Okay.
Texas Ranger, drop the gun.
Come on.
I haven't celebrated like this | since I had my accountant whacked.
Must be a dangerous profession | with a man like you.
Only if you cross me.
- What happened? | - He copped a plea.
Had the almighty Texas Rangers | to protect him, but I took out him | and the Texas Rangers.
It was a sweet hit.
You son of a Have a nice life, Galloway.
It's going to be a great day.