Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 2, Episode 1 - Bounty - full transcript

Yo, Ned, good to see you, bro!

Damn, Roy, I can't
believe that you called me.

I can't believe
you're not in Tulsa.

I mean, isn't that like
jumping bail or something?

Ain't you even glad
to see me, boy?

Couldn't imagine
what held you up.

Nothing held me
up. I held it up.

Have a look in there, boy.

Yahoo!

My God, Ray, what are you doing?

Are you trying to start
something up or something?

I ain't startin' nothin'
up, Ned. That's the finish.

That's for Pa.

I'm gonna tell you where
you can find the rest.

No, Roy. You're in
enough trouble as it is.

Okay?

He wouldn't want
this from you, anyway.

Well, I want you to give it to
him. Don't tell him it's from me.

I gotta get back to Tulsa
before they find out I'm gone.

I want you to take
that. You find the rest.

Y'all give Star a
call this afternoon.

She's waiting to hear on you.

You let her know it's done.

Uncle Ray, I really
don't have time

to go all the way
out to the reservation

and participate in
these Indian games.

Washoe, it's important
that you make time.

You must keep alive the
part of you that is Cherokee.

Then High Hawk's
gonna have me race

against his top riders again.

He is anxious to
challenge you again,

and it would give you
an opportunity to speak.

Remember, he likes to laugh.

Uncle Ray, I'm not gonna
tell any of your jokes.

High Hawk likes my jokes.

And he's heard all your jokes.

Well, he hasn't heard this
one. You wanna hear it?

Why not? You're
gonna tell me anyway.

This tribe worked real hard

to send one of the
chief's sons off to college,

on the promise that
when he returned,

he'll use his newfound knowledge

for the advancement
of his people.

So he got an electrical
engineering degree,

and when he returned,
one of his first deeds

was to wire electric
light for the outhouse,

because the tribe was
tripping out there in the dark.

So he... He became known
as one of the first Indians

to wire a head
for a reservation.

Get it?

Wire... Wire a head
for a reservation.

Yeah, I get it, Uncle Ray.

I got a million of them.

Well, you boys were sure
moving along there, weren't you?

Sorry, pard. Uh, we've
been making the run back

from Tulsa all night.

Hasn't been anyone on the road.

After doing 80 all night
and no one on the road,

you kinda lose track of speed.

All the way from Tulsa, nonstop?

You got it. Mmm.

Well, you sure made
some hellacious mileage.

The tank's still full.

You boys mind
stepping out of the car?

Washoe, the horse is okay.

Guess they didn't
want the ticket.

Wahoo!

All right.

What you go and do that for?

Just kick back, little bro.
That Ranger's got nothing to do

but polish the road dust off
his badge and wait for a ride.

You're never gonna
catch them on horseback.

Won't know unless I try.

Now, we gotta make
sure we take care of it first.

And then we go to Pa. Roy...

We can't tell him first.

Otherwise, he'll
never go for it.

Roy! What?

Grab the money, Ned. Grab it!

Go! Now!

Hyah. Hyah.

Come on. Get out of there, kid.

Ah!

Don't even think of it, now.

Don't do that.

Ooh. Oh!

Sorry I had to do that.

Here comes our ride, kid.

Hee-hee-hoo!

Hee-hoo!

Get along, little doggie. And
me without a camera, man.

Don't even start with me.

See, I never believed them
when they said you put pants on

one leg at a time.

Gosh, you're my hero, big guy.

Yeah. Oh!

Whoa. Whoa.

Oh, man.

Whew.

Look...

you don't mind taking the
prisoner in for me, do you?

No. No.

Good. And... here's his weapon.

Thank you.

A captive audience.

And eight other
similar ATM robberies

in the past seven weeks.

You and your brother have
taken down close to, what?

Two hundred and fifty grand.

I don't know what
you're mouthing about.

I'm a hardworking,
law-abiding citizen.

Woo-hoo!

You're smug.

You don't want an
attorney or anything?

No, I, could use some doughnuts

to go with this, uh,
stale coffee, but...

I don't need a lawyer.
I didn't do nothing.

I'll tell you what, though,
let's take it to court.

You present your case.

What are you gonna do
when they find your fingerprints

all over the ATM
that was boosted?

I think we both know

my prints aren't gonna
be anywhere at all.

Don't we?

I'll tell you what...

Well, what do we do now, boys?

I think maybe you
and I have a little talk...

Texas-style.

Oh, good. That
means I'm out of here.

What are you talkin' about?

Where's he going?
Where you going?

To get your doughnuts.

You like the ones with
the soft center, right?

You don't scare me.

I mean, you guys are Rangers.

You ain't gonna do nothing.

Did you drop something,
Roy, besides yourself?

You don't scare me!

You can't threaten me!

Did you threaten
this prisoner, Walker?

You're damn right he did.

How did he threaten
you. Mr. Buchanon?

Well, he, uh... Sat down.

Well, the other
guy, he left! He...

Went to get his doughnuts.

How long you gonna keep me here?

You're free to go
whenever you choose.

Wait a minute.

We can't hold him any longer.

I chased this kid
halfway to Houston.

You had no probable
cause, Walker.

His gas tank was full?

Please, we'd get laughed
right out of the arraignment.

So, uh, this lovely lady's
saying I might be on my way.

The DA is saying shove
off before your luck turns.

I don't believe this, Alex.

I really don't believe this.

So how'd you do?

Michelle Pfeiffer's
got nothing on me.

Ah, he went for it, didn't he?

What are you two up to?

We weren't getting
anywhere with the kid, right?

So I came up with a plan.

I'm gonna let Roy
lead us to his brother

and then, eventually, the money.

Dare I ask what the plan is?

It's beautiful.

We just follow
the bouncing ball.

Follow the bouncing ball?

I planted a LoJack on the
bumper of his impounded car.

So if we don't get too
close and spook him,

he takes us to where
X marks the spot.

Huh?

Is that a beautiful plan?

Whoa. Where you going?

I'm going to take a look.

No. That's what's so
great about the plan.

We're looking at
him right here, see?

He can't make a move
without us knowing it.

I wanna see him in person.

You're so dang stubborn.

You have no faith in me, Walker!

He'll be back.

Come on. He's on
the move. Let's go.

What are you doing?
Come on. Let's go!

Now, look, see.

He's moving south
in the parking lot.

He's going... Oh, get down!

Come on. He's gonna see.

Get down.

Well, guess we
move to plan B, then.

Hey! My computer!

That was an expensive
piece of equipment.

Didn't work like one.

Do you think that they
know we're after them?

I don't think they
know we're after them.

Do you think they know?
Look, you wanna drive?

Watch it!

You did that on purpose.

Oh, what? You and Trigger
could have done better?

Thanks for the lift, Mick.

I think I wasted
that damn Universal

out there this morning.

No sweat.

See you at Tully's?

Yeah. If I get a chance.

Hasta, man.

What the hell's goin' on here?

Who are you?

What the hell you doing in here?

I swear, When he done
shoots down that one rabbit hole

and it comes out the other

and gets him in the
seat of the pants...

Oh, lordy.

I can't never get
me enough of that

Yosemite Sam.

What an actor.

I think you in the
wrong place, partner.

Oh, I'd never smell out the
wrong hound's butt, hoss.

You Roy Buchanon, ain't you?

Of the Denton Buchanons?

You done upped and
run on Eddie Hatcher, boy.

You know you don't skip
when Eddie posts your bail.

Look, I was gonna come back.

I just had me something
to do, that's all.

Uh, how about I, uh...

How about I get
you a beer in here?

You looking for this, hoss?

You know, you should not
leave such things lying about,

what with all the
violence out there and all.

Come on, partner,
we oughta be able to...

work something out.

I mean, you just tell Eddie I...

I just need a couple
more days. Ooh!

What you need, boy, is
to make old Boo happy

by telling him what
he wants to hear.

Now, you can do that, can't you?

Why, shoot.

If a little, old cartoon
can make me happy,

you sure can, can't you?

Let's visit.

Come on, Trivette.

I got an address on
the Buchanon kid.

Eh? This is disgusting, man.

Look, if there's any ketchup

or anything in this hard drive,

you owe me for
it. You hear that?

Now, why don't you
just be a good bugger

and tell me where that money is.

If you ain't got it, you
gave it to somebody.

Who? Your little brother, maybe?

Mmm.

Or, maybe, that cute
girlie friend of yours.

Oh, yeah. I know about her.

Don't hurt anyone.

Now, you are truly trying
my good patience here, boy.

So spit it out, or I'll
wail on you some more.

I can keep this up all
day. How 'bout you?

Let me ask you, what do
you have against computers?

Texas Rangers.
Drop the gun, now!

Whoa, now.

Softly. Whoa, now.

Breathe easy, now.

Get up, turn around.

Hands behind your head.

Up against that wall. Move!

Now, let's just take
this at a slow trot, now.

The name's Waxwell,
Boone Waxwell.

My paper is in my
right hip pocket there.

I got my gun
permit in there too.

Everything's nice and legal.

How about in your left boot?

Ooh-hoo.

You got Injun
eyes there, Ranger.

And, yes, sir, I
got me a license

for that little puppy too.

"Boone Waxwell."

My good buddies call me Boo.

Skip tracer.

Yes, sirree, Bob.
You see, right there,

I got me a legit right to that
sack o' trash lyin' yonder.

He jumped bail in
Tulsa on Eddie Hatcher.

Give him a call.
He'll tell it all.

Don't worry, we will.

Then, I got me
nothing to fret about.

Doesn't say anything
about dead or alive, Waxwell.

Well, I don't get met
by the welcome wagon

in my line of work.

It was self-defense,
plain and simple.

When people wind up dead,
it's never plain or simple.

Why, whatever you
hinting at, Ranger?

The kid was left-handed.

He a southpaw?

So why did he try to shoot you
with his right hand, Waxwell?

I was too busy ducking
and saving my biscuits

to ask him why he's
firing with which hand.

Maybe he's one of
them amphibious guys.

Can use either hand.

Ambidextrous.

Yeah.

That's what I meant.

Ambidextrous. I'm
gonna write that down.

Well, while you're
at it, write this down:

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that
right, anything you say

can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

Oh, what y'all doin' this for?

You have the
right to an attorney.

Now, we're all weari"
the same colors.

Do you understand these rights
as they have been given to you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I do.

You're a bounty hunter,

and you work for
bail-bondsman Eddie Hatcher.

Seems your story
checks out, Mr. Waxwell.

Why, sure, and why
wouldn't it, ma'am?

Boone's the name.
Boo to my good friends.

Even some who aren't so good.

That still leaves us
with one dead kid.

Clutching a gun
in the wrong hand.

Like I told your Ranger here,
I don't get no written exam,

so I don't likely know which
hand he fires with normally,

just what he fired at me with.

Just one of those
unlucky breaks.

Not for you.

That's my favorite kind.

Seems to me, a lot of bad
luck follows your tail, Waxwell.

You're the busiest
skip tracer in five states.

Reputation spreads.

Did you know that out of 25
bounties in the past two years,

you brought in 18 dead.

Is that a fact?

Yeah. Very much a
fact. A cold, hard fact.

Law enforcement's a risky game.

I never thought of it as
much of a game, Mr. Waxwell.

Excuse my indelicate choice of
words, ma'am, but if you check,

you'll find all those
warrants are good.

No problem with any local law
in any of the counties I worked.

And I sure hope
not to have any here.

I hope not, either.

Then I can go?

You're free.

I need to clean up some.

Still a might shook up,

but with nearly
getting killed and all.

Recommend a place to stay?

Yeah, where you came from.

I'd be willing to bet

we're not gonna be friends.

I'd be willing to bet if
you don't leave my town,

we're gonna be
downright enemies.

I'm so genuinely sorry
to hear that, Walker.

I'm sorry, too, Boo.

Walker.

Think you better
leave, Mr. Waxwell.

Ma'am.

Walker, I know
that guy is slime,

but you can't just
run people outta town.

What I'm not understanding

is why we would have to.

This guy's m.o. was "tag 'em,
bag 'em, and shove off," right?

Then why's he
sticking around here?

Two hundred thirty-two thousand

six hundred and
seventy-two dollars

is the exact unrecovered
amount from all the ATM robberies.

So if the Buchanon
boys pulled all the jobs,

that's the missing stash
that Ned's sitting on.

Maybe that's what our old
buddy Boo is trying to sniff out.

It's the only thing
that would track.

Damn it, the keys are sticking.

Is that spaghetti? Hey.

All right, all the
other bounties

that Waxwell's taken down
were for really pretty hefty sums.

Let me see, the last three

were for 23, 18 and
a half and 46 grand.

So why else would he
bother with Roy Buchanon

when the payoff for that
bounty was only five grand?

Looks like we better
find Ned Buchanon

before Waxwell does

and continues to chop
down the family tree.

Is there anyone we
can call for you, sir,

to come and stay with you?

There's nobody, just me and Ned.

We took care of each
other, the two of us.

That's what we done.

You know, Ned made
me this here wheelchair.

He scrounged up parts...

and even tooled some himself.

Do you think Ned
will come back here?

Ned's not gonna know what to do.

Not what to do.

He's not like Roy.

You can bet that if my Ned's

even the slightest
mixed up in this,

it's all because of that
no-good brother of his.

Ned, he... He wouldn't
know how to find trouble.

Roy, he... He was born to it.

He was too smart, Roy.

That's why he was always
on the wrong end of things.

Roy could do anything
he set a mind to.

He could've...

He could've helped
me hold onto this farm

if he had a mind to.

Not now, though.

Now it's all gone.

It's all gone.

Excuse me, Mr. Buchanon.

Uh, it says here,

"To Roy. Love always, Star"?

That's Roy's girlfriend, Star.

Do you know her last name?

Buckley. Star Buckley.

Ms. Buckley? Ms. Buckley?

Star?

Texas Rangers.

Open up, please.

The girl across the hall...

I didn't see nothin'.

Hey.

Looks like the tornado
that carried Dorothy

over the rainbow
blew through there, pal.

Said I didn't see nothing.

This nothing you didn't see,

was he about 6 foot
tall, black cowboy hat

and built like a refrigerator?

But I didn't say
nothing, you hear?

I didn't say a thing.

That's for sure.

Did he take her with him?

Uh-uh.

She'd already gone to work.

And I told him.

I told him she was gone.

He just came out
and kicked the door in,

and...

I didn't see nothing.

Guess what?

He didn't see nothing.

You got it.

I told you.

She went to get
her dry cleaning.

We're usually not
very busy early,

so she takes her time.

Is there a problem?

No problem at all.

You were just examining

the texture of his beard, right?

Did this man assault you?

No, no.

Everything's fine.

What can I do for you guys?

Give me a brewski,

and, uh, sarsaparilla
for my friends,

the dynamic duo
of Texas Rangers.

What are you doing
in Brownie's, Waxwell?

Well, I was driving by, and...

I liked the name.

Why don't you
get back in your rig

and keep on driving by?

Oh, now, that pretty,
little filly of a DA

never said nothing about
Dallas welcoming people like this.

People, Waxwell, not lowlifes.

And I'm willing to bet

that you're low enough to
walk under a snake's belly

without even
knocking your hat off.

Tell you what.

I think I'm gonna
find me a place

with a little warmer atmosphere,

something more fitting to
my own cheerful demeanor.

That's a good idear.

♪ The eyes of Texas ♪

♪ Are upon me ♪

What'd you say, girl?

Hey, Cal, Cindy.

Ms. Buckley?

Ms. Star Buckley?

We're Rangers,
Walker and Trivette.

Uh, we'd like to have a
couple words with you.

What's goin' on?

You know a Ned and Roy Buchanon?

I surely do.

Are...? Are they okay?
Did something happen?

Well, maybe you better sit down.

W-what?

Tell me.

Roy Buchanon's been killed.

Here.

Sit down.

Listen,

we gotta locate Ned
as soon as possible,

and we were hoping
you could help us out.

This is gonna destroy Ned.

They... They were so close.

So close.

We hate to push you, Star,

but we really need
to get ahold of Ned.

You know where
we might find him?

I-I don't feel too good.

Can I have a minute? Yeah.

Oh!

Boy, I can't never
get enough of this guy.

Oh, you sure you're not hungry?

I know...

you're scared
of me, little girlie.

You got good reason to be.

I... I don't know what
you want from me.

Oh, sure you do.

I wanna know where your
boyfriend's little brother's at.

Hmm.

Oh, looky here, now.

Is that your mama?

Mmm.

She's pretty.

Mm-hm.

Oh, well, looky here.

You got yourself
a little baby sister.

Sarah.

Sarah.

You know, it's
interesting, uh...

the business I'm in.

Finding people.

Mostly, you know, bounty
hunti" is the information business.

Most skip tracers
track their jumpers

by credit card reports, TRWs...

electronic bugging devices
and such, but not me.

Uh-uh. No, ma'am.

I'm a people person.

I work people.

Please... Please don't hurt me.

Oh, now, I'm gonna
have to hurt you

just a little bit.

In case you get a
mind for the cutes

and lie to me.

That way, you see,
you know I'll come back

and I'll give you some more.

And if you whisper to anybody

that this was anything
more than a dinner invitation,

I'll go and find your mama.

And I'll hurt her.

Hmm?

Or, maybe, little Sarah.

Hmm?

So you tell me, twinkle,
twinkle, little Star...

did I abduct you?

Did I force you into my car?

Now... let's talk about Ned boy.

Mm-hm.

So he became the first Indian

to wire a head
for a reservation.

Uh, yes, sir.

We have an APB out
on Waxwell's truck.

So far, there's
no sign of the girl

or the Buchanon kid.

Did you know that Alex called?

What'd she want?

She didn't say.

She just said she's
at County General.

All right. I'm on
my way over there.

Cordell!

Wire a head...
for a reservation.

Wire ahead for a reservation.

He's gonna give
me a heart attack.

That's the funniest
man I ever saw in my life.

Yeah, he's just a
barrel of laughs.

Get him to tell
you the one about

the traveling canoe salesman.

C.D., if Trivette calls,

tell him I went to see
Alex at County Hospital.

C.D., did you hear me?

Yeah, okay, yeah.
Jimmy. Yeah, I got it.

He could make it
as a stand-up comic.

Who?

Your Uncle Ray.

I'm thinking about
featuring him Friday night

before Delbert comes on.

Listen, you've got to hear

this traveling canoe
salesman joke.

These two Indian women
are trying to cross the river...

Traveling canoe salesman.

I thought it was
another assault.

When I got here and got an I.D.,

I called dispatch to find you.

Ms. Buckley,

what has happened
to you is a terrible,

terrible thing,

and the person who did this
to you should be punished,

but we can't do that
without your help.

Please.

C-could you just go away?

I... I just want you to go away.

I know who did
this to you, Star.

It was Boone Waxwell.

I didn't say that,

I didn't tell you
nothing of the sort.

I know he's the one that did it,

and you're not the
first one he's done it to.

Then why's he still
out there doing it?

Not that I'm saying he
done anything to me.

But why don't you arrest him?

Because there are
never any witnesses.

Like yourself,

nobody's gonna
testify against him.

Waxwell operates on fear.

He counts on that to
keep people from talking,

and if we don't stop
him, he's gonna get Ned.

And believe me, you
don't want that to happen.

What I want is for
y'all to go away...

now.

I just wanna be left alone.

Where's my doctor?

Can I have my doctor?

I'm in pain.

Doesn't anyone care
that I've been hurt?

Sure, we do.

We just don't want
anyone else to get hurt.

Nurses' station.

What kind of animal
does this to people?

The kind that crawl
on their bellies. Snakes.

Waxwell's the
meanest of them all.

Ranger Walker.

Thank you.

Doesn't somebody need
their medication or something?

What did I do?

Walker.

Yeah, it's Trivette.

I spotted Waxwell's car.

Can you get out here?

All right. I'll pick
you right up.

That was Trivette.

He spotted Waxwell's car.

He's still in town?

Yeah, and he's not
even trying to hide.

Do us a favor, partner,

and find yourself
another phone, eh?

There are no other phones.

Besides, this is a public phone.

All right, look. I
know you can't tell

by looking at my natural,
good-natured appearance,

but I'm tellin' you, I'm
out of good temper today.

So unless you're
gonna use that phone

to call an ambulance,
I'd skedaddle, okay?

You like that? All right!

Get out of here.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Hello. Brownie's.

Uh... Uh, let me speak to Star.

Uh, well, you know, we're
packed in here right now,

and she's moving like
a cat with her tail afire.

Could you just, uh...?

Could you tell her it's Ned?

Ned? Mm-hm.

Well, I'll tell her,
but... Hang on.

♪ La-dee-da,
la-dee-da Dee-dee-da ♪

♪ Ned's calling
La-da-da-dee-dee-da ♪

♪ Da-doo-doo-doo ♪

"Ned," did you say?

Yeah. Where...? Where's Star?

I'm sorry, boy, but old man
Pickens has got his eye on her,

and he said there's no way

she can come to
the phone right now.

Well, she says leave a message,
or... Or call back tomorrow.

Tomorrow's no good.

I can't... I can't
do it tomorrow.

Uh, listen, c-could you...?

Could you tell her, um...?

Uh...?

Denton.

Third and Main at 9 a.m.?

Okay.

Gotcha.

Well, howdy-do there,
Mr. Texas Ranger, sir?

I just came from the
hospital, Waxwell.

I got a look at some of
your recent handiwork.

Well, I don't know whatever it
is you're talking about, Walker.

Don't worry, you're doing
real good at scaring little girls.

It seems Star was
too afraid to ID you.

ID me?

For what? You really
do talk in riddles, Trivette.

I'm a poor, simple country boy.

You gonna have
to spell it out for me.

We know why
you're here, Waxwell.

You want Ned Buchanon,

and you want that
quarter of a million dollars

his brother stole.

So while you're in our burg,

I'm gonna be all over
you like a wet burnoose.

That's harassment.
That's what that's called.

Call it whatever you want.

Because you're not going

anywhere near that kid
without an audience, Waxwell.

Well, Jes...

Why, heck, I don't know
what this is all about.

You know, I wouldn't even mind

a little police protection,
what with what's going on

out in those streets
in this day and age.

I'll tell you what.

I'm gonna save you some time.

I'll give you my itinerary.

Itinerary.

I-tin-er-ar-y.

Well, that's pretty
near damn near

as good a word as old
"ambidextrous," isn't that, Trivette?

Don't you think?

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

First, I wanna get out of here,

and find me a place
with some real local color

and get me a real drink.

Then I'm gonna rustle me up

one of them delicious
three-inch steaks from Texas

I'm hearing so much about.

And then, I'm gonna wander off

to one of them
gentlemen's naked bars.

So you boys better get some 20's

to give them
dancy girlies for tips.

And I'll see you at
the next watering hole.

Burnoose?

I'm gonna give my all.

Hey, what's up?

All right. Pretty good.

That's your hog
over there, right?

I don't have to answer...
Walker, come in.

Walker. I just followed

this bozo to a place
called the Wrecking Bar.

I'm think I'm gonna go in.

I know that place.

Don't go in until I
get there, Trivette.

I'm on my way.

Can I get a beer, please?

Hey, get out of the bar.

Howdy-do, boys?

Howdy-do? What's up?

What you doing here?

I'm just wondering if you boys

might not like to
do me a little favor.

Why don't I ever listen to him?

There some kind of a problem?

Oh. Guess so.

I don't suppose it
would do any good

to tell you boys
I'm a Texas Ranger.

Yeah, and I'm Davy Crockett.

Welcome to the Alamo.

Excuse me, guys.

♪ I apolo-golo-gize ♪

♪ You know I put My
bike on the line... ♪

You never listen to me.

Hey, I have this under control.

Let me ask you something.

Have you ever seen
so many specimens

so low on the food chain?

I hope you're good
at making friends.

Hey, I'm a regular
social butterfly, man.

Karate, huh?

Walk...

Walker!

All right, where'd he go now?

I don't know.

But I know Star knows something.

I'm going back to the hospital.

We gotta find that kid first.

Dr. Wickland, please
call 2468. Dr. Wickland...

Ned?

Did you find Ned?

Is...? Is he okay?

Is he...?

Dead? No.

But I can't help him
unless you help me.

I... I told you, I don't
know anything. I don't.

I know you told
something to Waxwell.

I know you did.

Now, I went out to
see Ned's pa yesterday.

I told him about Roy.

He's really worried about Ned.

Ned, yeah.

Ned, Ned, Ned.

That's all it ever
was for their daddy.

Like Roy didn't exist.

But it was Roy who saw how much

the farm meant to their dad,

how those bankers with
their suits and computers

was killing him.

The farm?

What are you talking about?

Don't you see? Don't you get it?

That's why Roy was
robbing all them banks.

To stop the
foreclosure on the farm.

All he ever hit was
Southern Star Bank branches.

He was gonna pay them
back with their own money

for what they done to his dad.

None of it was
for Roy. None of it.

I know you're afraid
of Boone Waxwell,

but he killed Roy
Buchanon for the money,

and he won't blink
an eye to kill Ned.

I've got to find Ned.

I swear, I swear, I
don't know where he is.

Roy told me

Ned was gonna
call me at Brownie's

today at 2:30.

That's all I know,
okay? That's it.

That's what I told Waxwell.

Ranger Walker...

Don't let nothing happen to Ned.

Roy wouldn't have wanted
anything to happen to him

on account of something
Roy might have done.

I'll do my best, Star.

Ten hours and ten pots
of caffeine later, man,

we're still sucking air.

There's no pattern
to those robberies,

except they're all
Southern Star banks.

That's it.

Well, we know that
Waxwell believes

he's close to finding Ned.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have
pulled that stunt yesterday.

It must've been
Ned he was talking to

when we found him at Brownie's.

Which still leaves us
sucking air again, right?

I don't even know if Ned's
gonna pull another robbery

now that his brother's dead.

Do you think he would?

Maybe he doesn't have to.

Punch up that computer of yours,

and see what it says
about the mortgage

on the, uh, Buchanon farm.

I want you to know I'm
holding you responsible

for the pickle chip I
found in this circuit board.

Okay. The balloon
payment's 226,580,

so with the last robbery,
they have enough.

Hey, baby.

That sucker's due today.

I like him too. - I do too.

Hey, Ned boy,

your lady friend
sends... regrets.

Ho!

Kill that idea, hoss,

or I'll kill it for you.

Come on over here. Come on.

Now, in case you're thinking,

"I can run faster
than he can draw,"

you can't.

I'll take that for
you, howdy-do.

Come on.

Now, how'd you
like to test-drive

this fine, black American-built
piece of machinery?

I thought you might. Hop in.

Drop the gun,
Waxwell. You first.

Don't be stupid. Where
you gonna go, huh?

I'm not going to no
Texas hoosegow!

I'll kill this kid!

Drop them guns!

Drop them, or I'll
kill him, I tell you!

Stand up!

Freeze!

Uh-uh! Back up!

Walker? Where is he?

Where's Walker?

Walker?

Where is he?

I'll kill this kid, I tell you!

All right.

All right. All right.

Put your hands behind your back.

How's the guard?

Well, a lot better
than Waxwell, I think.

Can you get up? Yeah.

Come on.

♪ Right now ♪

♪ Everybody loves a good... ♪

He had you.

He had you for a minute

when he had you
in that bear hug.

Not even for a second.

Not even for a second?

Not even for a second. He did.

Your headlights were dimming.

They were not. They were too.

Were not. Were too.

Were not. Were...

Ranger Walker, Trivette...

Oh, heh, hi, Star.

Hi, Mr. Buchanon. How are you?

Fine. Just mighty fine now.

Thanks to you, ma'am.

Oh, my pleasure.

Ned really wasn't part
of the initial robberies.

The bank dropped all charges.

He's gonna be released tomorrow.

Do you know that
three... Count 'em, three.

Of them TV networks
called up to buy his story?

Heh, right there they were
while he's in his cell, and...

And they're fighting
each other to write checks.

It's almost enough to
pay off the mortgage.

That's what Ned's been
hondling with them over.

The most important thing is,

you gotta get Wesley
Snipes to play me.

You know, Trivette,

you're a lot better-looking
than Wesley Snipes.

A lot better-looking.

You're right.

Ladies and gentlemen,

let me have your
attention, please.

For the first time to be
performed in our establishment

and the first time
performed off the reservation,

I give you Uncle Dice Ray.

Let's hear it for Ray.

All right.

Well, so this Indian
pulls up to a stoplight

driving a big, long,
brand-new Cadillac,

and this Texas billionaire
pulls up right beside him,

driving his big, long Cadillac.

And he looks over there,

sees that Indian behind
the wheel, and he says,

"Say, chief,

what's an Indian doing driving
a big, long Cadillac like that?"

He says, "Well, pilgrim,

"Sitting Bull didn't ride around

on some old plug."

Oh.