Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 2, Episode 20 - The Long Haul - full transcript

Let's go! Let's go!

And it's Thunder Dan, the
winner in the top category.

Up next, the event
you've all been waiting for,

the stock tractor
drag racing finals.

That's Lou Comstock in
the Texas Road Runner.

And behind the wheel of
the Skyhawks Last Stand,

Buddy Skyhawk!

Oh, he's going to
win. I just know he is.

He's one heck of
a driver, all right.

I taught him to shift gears
on that old tractor of mine.

He crashed into your barn
the first time you let him solo.

Yeah.

I'm just so proud of Buddy.

I love him so much.

And the winner of
the $10,000 first prize

is Buddy Skyhawk!

We did it, lady. You,
me, and Blue Heart.

"Blue Heart"?

Yeah, Linda made
it for my birthday.

Blue Heart was pullin' for me.

Always knew you
had it in you, Buddy.

I guess you'll pay
off your rig now.

That's right.

Well, let's all cash in a
rain check and go celebrate.

You got it. Oh. Buddy.

Oh, yeah. I can't.

I got this great job tomorrow.

Big computer outfit,
they're trying me out.

This could be the turning
point for me, Walker.

No more chickens,
no more sugar beets.

No more 28-hour days
or 3-hour turnarounds.

That's great, kids.

Well, we'll take
a rain check on it.

All right, we got to get you
out of the rain. Come on.

Hey, could you fill her up?

You got it.

Hey, Skyhawk.

I heard you done
real good today.

Yeah, fooled them again.

Listen, I'm lookin' for a
load. I really need one today.

Got any ideas?

No, I'm lucky to
have one myself.

There's a load of alfalfa cubes

looking for a ride to Wichita.

Just talk to Ben
over at P&G Freight.

Yeah, I'll do that,
Callie. Thanks.

Sure.

You still haulin'
chickens for Riskin farms?

Maybe tomorrow, but not today.

I got a rafter load of computers
from Bellwood Electronics.

All-night run down
to Corpus Christi.

There's a major
tie-up on the freeway,

just before the scales.

It's gonna be at least
a three-hour delay.

Damn.

I got to be there by sundown.

Hey, no big deal.

Why don't you
take the 171 cutoff.

That'll run you down
through Hubbard.

Then catch the 31, it'll
deliver you back to the 35

just north of Waco.

Thanks, Callie.

Hey, Buddy, what
are friends for?

Bird Dog to Hammer, we've got
a fat rabbit running southbound.

Rabbit's a half mile
from the Hubbard cutoff.

He's changing lanes.
Looks like we got a go.

Bird Dog to Dragnet.
Rabbit's on the 171.

He's all yours.

What's going on, officer?

Bridge up ahead took
some slight damage

during yesterday's storm.

What's your gross?

Fifty ton.

Ooh, son, I'm sorry,

but you're either gonna have
to go back the way you came

or take the detour.

What's the detour?

The old quarry road
here. It'll bring you back

in to the highway
in about five miles.

Yeah, what kind
of shape's it in?

Oh, we've sent quite a
few rigs down it today.

You won't have a problem.

Okay, great. Thanks,
officer. You bet.

Dragnet to Hammer.

Rabbit's on the platter
and we're on the back door.

What the hell?

Get out!

Aw, come on, man.

I'm just a poor guy
trying to make a living.

Well, you want to live
through this, don't you?

Huh?

Frisk him.

Come on.

Don't shoot me.

Please, I got a wife, I
got a kid on the way.

You're breaking my heart.

These guys, they've
got a sad story to tell,

don't they? Huh?

Hey, these guys
are hijacking my rig!

They're trying to kill me.

Really?

Well, if they don't, we will.

Lose something, Frank?

Why don't you walk

his sorry butt up to
the edge of that cliff.

You guys aren't going
to get away with this.

You know, they didn't
even have truck rodeos

when I was pushin'
a rig years ago.

I didn't know you
drove trucks back then.

Yeah. Is that when
they ran on steam?

Did I ever tell you about
the time that I lost my brakes

on the St. George grate?

No, but I'm sure
you're getting ready to.

Well, I had a load of
sticks comin' out of Provo.

I hit the top of the
gorge comin' down.

Excuse me, C.D. I'm
sorry to bother you, Walker,

but it's about Buddy.
What happened?

That's just it. I don't know.

He always calls to say
when he's coming home.

He didn't call? No.

He should have been heading back

from Corpus Christi hours ago.

Maybe he broke down.

Not the way he
keeps his rig tuned.

There's more.

I just got a call
from the dispatcher.

He said that Buddy
never delivered his load.

He was awful mad.

He said he was
going to call the police

and report Buddy
for hijacking it.

C.D. Shoot. He wouldn't
do a thing like that.

I hate to say this, Linda,

but maybe he had an accident.

Could you check for me?

Yeah, I'll check. Look,

why don't you go
sit by the phone

and we'll call you as soon
as we find out anything. Okay?

Okay.

Don't worry.

Thanks, Walker.

All right. Yeah, thanks.

Highway patrol has no record

of any big rig
accidents yesterday.

No Buddy Skyhawk
in any hospital or jail

between here and Corpus Christi.

No record of Skyhawk's
rig comin' through

the weigh station on
the interstate either.

That means he had to
turn off before he got there.

Why?

Gotta come through Austin,

that's a straight shot
down the interstate.

Well, the only other route
is the Hubbard turnoff.

Let's take a ride.

All right, why would
he take the cutoff?

That would add two, what,
three hours to the trip, right?

Look at this, Trivette.

There were flares
across this road.

I'll call in and find out what
accident they had out here.

Okay.

Yeah, this is Trivette.

Go ahead, Ranger.

Yeah, we're out at the 171.

You got any accidents in
the last 48 hours out here?

Stand by, Ranger Trivette.

We'll run a search
on traffic incidents.

No, Ranger. State police
report nothing in that area.

No reports of
accidents in this area.

A heavy rig went
down this dirt road.

Why would it do that?

Let's find out.

The rig slammed
on its brakes here.

Looks like they locked up.

Looks like the
big rig was cut off

by another vehicle coming
from the other direction.

The fatter tire's
probably a pickup.

Four by four.

Judging from the footprints,

three men in it.

Four.

Hey, looks like we
got another vehicle

stopping the rig from behind,

with two men in it.

Yeah, I know.

All right, that's
seven men altogether.

But only one of 'em's
wearing cowboy boots.

Buddy Skyhawk
wears cowboy boots.

So do we, and half of Texas.

Trivette!

Is he alive?

Barely!

Get a medevac chopper here now!

Hang in there, Buddy.

He's a strong boy, honey.

And I'm sure... I'm
sure he'll be okay.

You just wait here with me.

Did you find out anything?

Checked the police
impound yards,

truck stops,
maintenance centers.

No sign of the rig?

Like it vanished off
the face of the earth.

How's Buddy?

They're still working on him.

Let's get out of here.

Nothing we can do.

You said "hot"?

That truly offends me,
because I'll tell you why.

The fact is, my brother-in-law
owns a pawnshop.

Business is booming. I'm
just helping him out here.

Now, I got a terrific buy
on an eight-speed blender.

Still in the box. No?

Okay, uh, how about
a .45 automatic, huh?

Can't be too careful, a lot of
bad guys around these days.

You, sir, you look like a
portable CD type of guy.

Am I right? Am I right?
Hey, take a look at this.

Where are you going?
Hey, check it out.

We're just getting started.

What's the matter? Deer rifles.

Aagh!

Hello, Cobalt.

Oh.

Rangers Walker and Trivette.
What a pleasant surprise.

Nice to see you again.
Nice to see you again.

Uh, Y-You got my hand...

Right where I want it.

I thought we agreed you
wouldn't do this anymore, Cobalt.

This was the last time.

Honest, sort of

a "going out of business"
sale. Yeah, that's it.

How am I gonna explain
this to your parole officer?

Because I think he's gonna
be very unhappy with you.

Come on, Trivette, give
me a break just this once.

All right? Up the trunk, please.

Soon as you tell us who
hijacked a load of computers.

Computers? Gee, you got me.

Heh-heh. Yeah, we do.

Okay, okay, look. I was
tellin' the truth, honest.

I know somebody that
bought a bunch of computers

just this morning.

What kind? Bellwood Electronics,

top of the line.

Keep going. Ouch!

The Cuadroza brothers,
all right? They got a trunkful.

They're gonna sell 'em on the
black market in Guadalajara.

Where are they located?

I'll write the address
down immediately.

Please let me, huh?

Aagh! Geez!

Hold on a minute, boys.

We're looking for
Manny Cuadroza.

Texas Rangers.

Yeah? What do you want him for?

Well, if you're Manny,

we want to know who
sold you these computers.

I've got nothing to say.

It's either here or downtown.

Haagh!

Now do you feel like talking?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.

I wanna know who
hijacked those computers?

¿Quien sabes?

You know how it
works on the street.

Some middleman gives you
a call, cash changes hands,

and they tell you
where to pick it up.

I never saw the hijackers.

What did you see? Nothing.

Only thing I know
is they're bad.

And they're here
to do big business.

Walker, is that you?

Yeah, it's me, Buddy.

They took my load.

Yeah, I know.

How did they get you
on the old quarry road?

Cops had a roadblock.

Cops?

Cops were involved?

I think it started at the
South Fork truck stop.

I saw a green van
out of my back door.

Okay, just take it easy, Buddy.

We'll check into it.

By the way, I've got
something for you.

It saved your life, Buddy.

It stopped the bullet.

I told you it was good luck.

Yeah, you did.

Cops, roadblocks...
Think he's delirious?

Well, maybe.

I think I know a
way to find out.

Are you crazy?

What's so crazy about it?

All I'm asking for is
a rig and 100 TV sets.

And where am I supposed
to get the money?

From your sting fund.

What if they don't
even take the bait?

I mean, how are they gonna
know about this shipment?

Oh, no.

Not him again.

You know, that's...
That's gratitude.

When I risked my life for you.

Okay, Cobalt, here's the deal.

I want you to put the
word out in the street

that you can broker 100 TV sets

and that your client is
willing to pay top dollar

if he can take
delivery by tomorrow.

Yeah. W-What's in it for me?

You get to have your
merchandise back.

Hey, come on, man, look,
I am a man of honor, okay.

Huh?

Hey, Earl, get "His
Honor" out of here.

Come on, let's go.

So who's gonna drive the truck?

No, Trivette,

when you downshift,
you have to double-clutch.

Okay, okay.

Okay, now apply
the brakes gently.

Well, that wasn't too bad,

but your "gently"
needs a little work.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

Pretend like
you're going uphill.

Don't yell at me!

You're making me nervous.

Who's making who nervous?

You're doing all right.

But you can lose the horn.

Not bad, Trivette.

Well, is it over?

Now I'd like to see you back up.

Oh, I gotta back up?

Well, you should
be able to. It's easy.

It's how easy?

Well, it's like, um...

rollerblading backwards
through a revolving door,

carrying three sets of skis.

Walker, I got a
comment and a question.

What?

One, I hate your guts.

Two, why can't you
drive this tonight?

Because my face has been
splattered all over the news.

Now, what's the first thing
you do when you back up?

Pray.

Look in your rearview mirror.

You're late.

Sorry, Frank, I...
"Sorry" is between

"spit" and "sympathy"
in the dictionary, Callie.

You wanna be
part of this outfit,

you damn sure better be
here when the meeting starts.

So, what do you got for us?

Um, I got a reefer of
pork, plumbing fixtures

and a load of
steel, but that's iffy.

That's not good enough!

I told you I want things that
I can turn over in 12 hours.

Keep your ears open for
liquor and television sets, Callie.

I got major buyers
waiting for both.

Okay.

Okay, well, what
about those computers?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Worked out real nice.

Here's your cut. Ten grand.

We pass out the shares at
the beginning of the meeting.

Sort of an incentive
to get here on time.

You didn't hurt
that driver, did you?

Buddy Skyhawk, he's a nice guy.

Trust me, Callie.

He didn't feel a thing.

Oh, God, Frank, I...

Hey! You came to
me with your sad story

about getting your
butt pinched by guys

with initials for first names.

Welcome to the club, sweetheart.

Liquor and
television sets, Callie.

You get that through
your birdbrain, airhead?

Yeah.

Hey, good buddy,
comin' up on a truck stop.

Okay, go ahead, and pull on in.

And don't hit the pumps.

Easy for you to say.

Yes, sir?

Well, fill 'er up, good buddy.
I'll be back in a second.

Got a load of TVs bound
for San Antone in there.

Okay.

♪ Yes, I'm an ol' cowhand ♪

Boys, the bears are
bad out there tonight.

Seen at least 10 of 'em
on my way in from Denton.

Yeah, them Smokeys are
gettin' thick as thieves out there.

No doubt about that.
Uh, what you hauling?

I got enough TVs on board
to make couch potatoes

out of half of San Antone.

Who you hauling for?
Independent out of Tulsa.

Thank you very much,
ma'am. What else can I get you?

Uh, could you wrap up
a couple of bear claws

and fill that up for me.

Say, they got any extra
loads you know about?

I really need one, I... I do.

Well, not that I know of.

Can you tell me the fastest
way into San Antone?

San Antone?

Yes, sir, I haven't been
out this way a long time.

I usually run into K.C.

Well, best way to
get to San Antone

is just get on I-35 and go south

as far as you can
get till you get there.

Hey, Chilton, you might
wanna check with Farley.

I thought I overheard
him saying something

about needing someone to
ride shotgun with him tonight.

Oh. That's good,
Callie. Thank you. Yeah.

Well, my friend,

keep them between the ditches.

Yes, sir, Chilton.

Your hat there.

Oh, thanks.

Well, you think those Smokeys
were heavy south of Denton,

wait till you see them on the 35
between here and Waco tonight.

Is that right?

I'd avoid it if you need
to make good time.

I do need to make good time.

Take the Hubbard cutoff.

You know, Highway 171 to the 31?

That ought to give
you pedal to the metal

right into Waco.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.
Here, keep the change.

Mm, thank you.

Yeah.

Pleasure doing
business with you.

And thank you.

Bird Dog to Hammer.

We got us a real fat rabbit.

Walker, that van
is still following me.

Good. Looks like
the hook is set.

I think the waitress
at the truck stop's

the one that baited me.

Could be.

All right, the Hubbard cutoff's
coming up in a half a mile.

What lane you in?

Middle.

Move over now.

All right.

Trivette, get a grip.

You said "now."

Bird Dog to
Dragnet, we got a go.

Rabbit's moving
toward the cutoff.

Should be easy. He
looks like he's drunk.

Bird Dog to Dragnet.
Scrub the operation.

He's coming right towards you
with a real Smokey on his tail.

What's going on up there?

A patrol car's stopping us.

All right, Buddy said cops
were involved, so be careful.

All right.

West Hill Unit 1,
Lincoln-Adam-David-Young-John...

What seems to be
the problem, officer?

License and registration.

Step down out
of the rig, please.

Have you been drinking?

No, I haven't been drinking.

Straight line, heel to toe.

Great.

Great.

Stand square, put both
hands out to your side.

Left hand, right hand,
right hand, left hand.

Spell "Mississippi."

M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I.

Very good. Thank you.

No. Thank you, officer.

Guess you were telling
the truth about not drinking.

Yeah, yeah.

But I am gonna write
you up for reckless driving.

Have a good evening, you hear?

You... Oh.

What happened?

Got a damn ticket.

You didn't want me
to blow our cover.

Bad break, dang it.

We probably scared them off.

So, what do we do now?

I'll think of something.

No chance. Absolutely not.

You blew your budget.

Alex, we were this close.

Are you brain-dead?

What in the hell
ever possessed you

to let him drive a
truck in the first place?

Hey!

I mean, really. You
broke my operational bank.

Five thousand dollars

on the truck and trailer rental,

plus $30,000 in damages
from Phil the TV King?

Cordell, I should've
been driving that truck.

You may not know this, but I
can push one of them big rigs.

I never will forget one time

I was on a little old
road in Arkansas,

just winding through
the mountains,

slicker than a gut,
rain everywhere...

C.D., are you sure
you'd like to drive?

Oh, you bet your
bottom dollar I would.

If you're willing to drive, I
think I know where to get a rig.

Where are you
gonna get the truck?

At the impound. Dallas P.D.
just confiscated one this morning.

But there is just
one other thing.

Yeah? What is that?

Didn't you just get
a load of liquor?

Yeah, I mean... So what?

I'd like to load the
rig with your liquor.

Oh, no... W-Wait a minute.

If we lose that
damn load of liquor,

I'm in hell of a lot of trouble.

Now, what's going to
happen to the liquor?

You're gonna be driving.

If you're gonna
be in the trailer...

why does it have to be loaded?

I don't wanna take it
over the scale empty,

in case someone's watching.

Well, that... That makes...
That makes sense.

Besides that, I'm not
gonna be in back of the truck.

Trivette is.

No end to the persecution.

I'll be following you
guys in my truck.

Trivette, you still have
that tracking device

that you keep wanting me to use?

Satellite triangulation?

Yeah, I could follow a rat
through a wall if I wanted to.

Well, it better.

I want to take down
the whole operation

instead of just the hijackers.

Don't bust them on the road.

Bust them on their home turf.

You got it.

That's bright.

So why don't you two
guys go pick up the rig

and load the liquor.

I'll talk to Cobalt about
putting the word out, hm?

Cordell, wait just
a minute, will you?

Now, you're sure that
liquor's going to be all right?

C.D., nothing will
happen to your liquor.

Coffee and a few
kind words, honey.

We'll start with some
coffee. Thank you.

Can I top that off for you?

You bet.

Haven't seen you
through here before.

I generally run
west out of Denver.

Hm, who you hauling for?

Orsenoff Brothers.

The liquor wholesaler.

I'm taking over for
their southbound driver.

He's getting married.

This guy weighs
about 120 pounds,

about 6 foot 4 inches tall.

Wouldn't make a racket
trotting on dry leaves.

He's marrying this little
old gal about 5 foot tall,

She weighs about 5 pounds
less than a baby grand piano.

Life's funny, ain't it?

Yeah. You know, I just heard...

traffic's really bad.

It's a three-hour delay.

I hear it's like a parking
lot up at the scales.

The scales?

It's bad.

Oh.

There is a way around it,

if you're interested.

Tell me about it.

Well, you just go
down Route 131 to...

There's a green van on
your back door, C.D. See him?

Yeah. Yeah, I got him.

Okay, I'm pulling out.

Cordell, they're sending me

the same place they
sent Buddy and Jimmy.

Okay, I'm tracking him.

Bird Dog to Dragnet.

The rabbit's on
171. He's all yours.

Returning to base.

Cordell, this roadblock
looks good to me.

Okay, be careful, C.D.

Sorry for the
inconvenience, sir,

but we have a damaged
bridge up ahead.

What's your gross?
Uh, about 20 tons.

Oh, it's only about 3 miles.

I hope it's in good shape.

I got some expensive
glass back here.

Oh, yeah, county maintains
it. Yeah, you should be okay.

Good. Much obliged.

Okay, you guys be careful.

I'm gonna lay back and track you

to their base on the homer.

You guys be ready.

How'd it go?

Smooth.

You're working out a lot better

than that lady in Abilene.

Who knows? You may last longer.

Hey, Callie,

what did that old
Texas Ranger want?

What old Texas
Ranger? Uh, you know,

C.D. Parker, the one
in the green mackinaw.

Boy, he... He was
a pistol in his day.

Ha-ha, he's still working for
them sometimes, I understand.

Get out of the truck, old man.

Bird Dog to Hammer.

Scrub the mission. It's a setup.

The driver is a Texas Ranger.

Repeat. Scrub the mission.

Too late for that.

Hammer to Dragnet,
you hear that?

We copy.

Well, get in here and cover us.

Tell this Johnny-come-lately
to cool it, will you?

You got somebody watching
your back door, Ranger?

You better hope
somebody's watching yours.

Maybe they're inside it, huh?

Come on.

Walker, we've been
made. They got C.D.

I'm on my way!

We're opening up
the door, Ranger.

Throw out your gun.

Get up inside there.

Drop it.

If you want him
to live another day,

you throw that gun down.

Get this old man in there.

There's probably a couple
more Rangers on our tail.

Check the rig. They're probably
using a homer. Go ahead.

I got it.

You be careful, Fiske.
He may still be alive.

Where'd they go?!

I don't know! Wrong answer!

Where'd they go?!

Okay! Okay!

And clear that pallet!

Keep coming, keep coming!

Come on, let's go!

Sonny boy, you're gonna spend

a hell of a lot of
time with Uncle Bud,

if you hang around
this dough-bellied fella,

hijacking, kidnapping
two Texas Rangers.

Yeah, well, there's going to
be two less Texas Rangers.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

You take them down to
the old post road, cap them,

drop their bodies
in that mine shaft

we used for the
gas-truck driver.

It was almost a full minute

before I heard that
dude hit bottom.

You think that was a fall?
Let's see how hard you go down.

Don't do it, Jimmy, don't.

You the best thing
they could throw at us?

Yeah, we'll be in
business for a long time.

What the...?

No! No! Not that way!

Oh, no!

No, not again, please!

He's out of bullets.
Let's go get him.

Cordell, just look
what's happened

to that truckload of booze!

I'm sorry about that, C.D.

You promised me that
nothing would happen!

Can't be right every time.

Looks like Eliot
Ness has been here.

And, doggone it, don't y'all
be running off anywhere.

I'm gonna get a whole
carload of booze in

in just a few minutes.

I got California Coolers,

Texas white lightning,

Oklahoma Sooners back there.

See ya later.

We got chili, we
got Buffalo wings,

you can shoot pool.

There are all kinds
of things to do here...

Why are you smiling
like a damn Cheshire cat?

C.D., I said I'm sorry.
What else can I do?

Breaks my heart for them
to go over to Flannery's.

Oh, they'll be back.

Good news. Buddy's
out of the hospital.

And with Callie Spangler
turning state's evidence,

Slattery and his gang
will never see light of day.

This calls for a celebration.

With what? This place is as
quiet as a buggy-whip factory.

Here we go again, C.D.

Jimmy, I lost a load of booze

in the line of service.

I should be compensated.

Well, the good news is is
that the D.A. and the mayor

happen to agree with you.

Good. Yes.

And they are going
to present you with...

Are you ready for this?

An official commendation

and a certificate of gratitude

personally signed by
the mayor to C.D. Parker

for his selfless service and
devotion to the community.

Oh. TRIVETTE: Hear! Hear!

Hear! Hear!

Are they gonna mail me a check?

C.D., it'll look
great above the bar.

Nothing looks
great above the bar

unless you've got
booze beneath the bar!

Where in the hell
are y'all going?

Flannery's.

For what?

For a drink. To celebrate.

Deserters. That's what they are.

Deserters.