Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 2, Episode 22 - The Reunion - full transcript

Go!

Randy McNally completes
his practice round

in 42 seconds
with a score of 85.

Eighty-five.

That last target.
I can't believe it.

Ninety.

Eat your heart out, McNally.

I'm up.

Say your prayers, mates.

It's gonna take more than
prayer if Walker gets here.

I'm only gonna
say this once, man:

It's time the younger
generation took over.

Okay, up next,

James Trivette, Texas Ranger.

Two.

One. Go.

Ranger Trivette
completes his practice round

in 36 seconds
with a score of 97.

That's pretty good, man.

So how'd you do?

Ninety-seven, 36 seconds.

That's good shooting.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yes, it is.

Oh, yeah. It's your turn.

You wanna borrow my,
uh, glasses and my...

No, thanks. I won't need 'em.

Yeah.

Next up, Ranger Cordell Walker.

Two. One. Go!

Cordell Walker completes
his practice round

in 34 seconds
with a perfect score.

Perfect score.

Yeah.

Better luck next year.

That's what you said last year.

Kids were really upset.

They wanted to say goodbye here.

Baby, two hours after
they get up to the lake

and their grandparents been
waitin' on them hand and foot,

they're gonna
forget all about me.

I'll bring 'em some
souvenirs back from Dallas.

They'll forgive me.

Yeah, just bring
home the medal, okay?

I'll try my best.

Just make sure you don't
forget about me, okay?

Okay.

Bye. Bye.

Burke. K.C.P.D.

Thank you.

Be a good little girl.

I'm sorry, friend.

Could you give me
a hand with that?

Sure.

There you go.

Thank you very much.

My goodness, that's
a gun case, isn't it?

Huh?

Yeah, I used to do a
little shooting myself

when I was in better
condition, you know?

I'm going to Dallas
to the nationals.

You are?

Well, so am I...

Officer Burke.

Ah!

Thank you.

You're clear to
board, Officer Burke.

Thank you.

Have a pleasant flight.

Thank you.

Oh, Cordell, you're
a hell of a shot,

but you should've seen old
Rooney, Dodge and Selkirk.

Yes, sirree.

They could put
six up in a circle

no bigger than a mouse's ear.

Pull that over to
the left, will ya?

No, no, no. It's off-center.

Oh, you're both wrong.
Move it to the right.

Senator Knox, what's your stance

on freedom of choice?

Choice.

I think choice is
very important.

No, Mabel.

It should be more to the left.

Look. Can't you see?

Uh... yeah.

I don't think you can
see much of anything.

You guys are worse than
an old married couple.

Hey, Jimmy,

have you ever heard
of Laredo Jake Boyd?

Aw, he was something
else, let me tell ya.

Knock the bark off
a hickory sapling.

Yes, sirree.

Melt the needles right
off a cactus with his face.

You reckon Laredo'll make it?

I don't know.

Sure like to see him though.

What is it with this
Boyd character?

Well, if you ever get
a chance to meet him,

you'll find out.

And how do you feel
about gun control?

I feel very honored
to have been chosen

to award this year's trophies
in the law enforcement

pistol competition.

As a matter of fact,
I'll be in Dallas shortly.

As a gun owner and a sportsman,

I believe in the
rights guaranteed

by the second amendment,

but on the other
hand, I also believe

that there are those
individuals in this society

who should not,

under any circumstances,
have access to guns.

You believe this guy?

He commits to everything
and nothing at the same time.

And when you're good at it,

every fool in the world
wants your opinion.

Even if it isn't worth a damn?

Excuse me, I'd like
to introduce you,

all of you, to Alisha Holmes.

This is Ranger...
James Trivette.

Ranger Trivette.

Ranger Walker.

And C.D. Parker.

How do you do? It's a pleasure.

The governor has
offered Senator Knox

a Ranger security detail.

You two were at
the top of the list.

Of course.

You didn't take me seriously,

what I was saying.

I-I'm always commenting on TV

news conferences.
It's kind of a...

habit with me.

Tell her.

Gentlemen,

I'm sure security's
foremost in your minds.

Senator Knox is flying in

from Houston today.

If you need anything
or if you have

any suggestions, I'd
be more than happy

to hear them.

Why us?

Why do our names always come up?

There are a hundred-plus
Rangers, right?

But it's always us.

Why is that? Fate.

No, there's no
such thing as fate.

I'll tell you what it is.

Alex volunteered us for it.

Now, why would she do that?

We're her favorite people.

No. You're her favorite people.

I'm her second favorite people,

in every sense of the phrase.

Well, look on the bright side.

You'll be working
with Miss Holmes.

Yeah, right.

Not after the impression
I made this morning.

Well, just rely on
your charm, big guy.

Deplaning at gate 45C.

There she is!

They're runnin' late.

Let's watch it take off.

Taxi! You need a taxi?

I don't think they
were in there.

Look, I don't think they were.

Flight's been delayed!

I don't know.

I'm sorry, folks.

It's all right.

Take care.

It's all right.

Hey! What do you want?

You know what I want.
The wallet. Come on.

Give me that wallet.

Walker, look at that guy.

Hey, mister, Texas Ranger.

Airport security!

Easy, easy, easy.

Walker.

How you doing, Laredo?

Laredo?

Say, give this to that old gent

over there, will ya?

So where ya been? Two
years, no one's heard from ya.

Well, cosmic
fluctuation, Walker.

Guess that's my
only explanation.

Guys.

Guys, we have to go.

The senator's plane
is at the terminal.

We can go to C.D.'s and talk.

And you can bring this
young lady along with you.

That is, if you
trust me with her.

Laredo Jake Boyd,

meet Assistant District
Attorney Alex Cahill.

Ho-ho. How do you do?

My pleasure.

You can come along anyway.

I don't mean to be
abrupt, Mr. Boyd,

but we really have to go.

Look, I gotta go
pick up this senator.

Why don't you hang
around and I'll give you a lift?

Walker, you know I've
been a Ranger for 30 years.

I don't need a mother hen.

Okay, I'll see
you at C.D.'s later.

Mr. Boyd, it is a pleasure,

but how'd you get
my arm up there?

We gotta go.

I just wanna
know... We gotta go!

Well, now I've seen him.

Now I know what
you're talkin' about.

Yep.

Pretty studly guy, huh?

Sure is. Whew.

There he is. Senator!

This way, senator!

One question, sir.

Alex, good to see you.

It's good to see
you too, senator.

I'd like to introduce you

to Rangers Walker and Trivette.

They'll be heading up

your security detail. Gentlemen.

What did I tell you about
calling me Senator Knox?

And you're as beautiful as ever.

Say, buddy, I got
a question for ya.

There's a flight
from Denver: 421.

Has it come in yet?

Ah, yes, sir.

We finished deplaning
about 20 minutes ago.

Well, look, I'm supposed
to meet a fella here.

His name is Mitchell.
There's a picture of him.

You recognize him?

Disregard the girl in there.

She just happens to be
a Sunday school teacher.

Look, I'm sorry.

I can't give you any information

about passengers
or the flight manifest.

You might check
in baggage claims.

He could still be there.

All right. Thank you.

You're telling
me it isn't ready?

You know, quality
can't be rushed.

This is built on
a Mauser action.

Barrel, 26 inches,
stainless steel.

Twenty-four power
transilluminated scope

and a solenoid trigger.

Now, that has been
adjusted to 2 ounces.

You can run that up if you wish.

Where's the suppressor?

Ah, yeah.

This is what took the time.

Old Hiram Maxim.

He invented this in 1908.

I've never seen a
suppressor like this.

You ordered the
best, and this is it.

And these...

I loaded those with a
slow-burning powder.

Makes for a subsonic bullet.

This .30-caliber rifle

won't make any more
noise than a chicken

breaking wind in a snowstorm.

Senator, Congressman Hall.

I'll have to call him back.

Okay, thanks.

And when you finish with that,

I want you to call
Southwestern Bell.

I want impulse
traps on all the lines

leading to the senator's suite.

Then I want a printout sheet

on all the originating numbers.

Uh, the senator's staff
will do the crosschecking.

Okay. Bye.

Don't you think
their conversation's

a little too friendly?

Have you ever known a politician

who wasn't too friendly?

Now that you mention it, no.

You know, if this guy

never takes a
position on anything

and he never offends anybody,

I don't understand
all this security.

Seems like a lot of expense
for nothing, if you ask me.

Let's hope it's for nothing.
I'll check with you later.

All right.

What happened?

Evade and elude.

Can't be too careful here.

Oh?

You have reason to
believe you're under glass?

No.

Then you be as careful as
you'd like to be, but don't ever

be late again.

All right.

Used to bring my kid here.

Had infield seats.

Now, they're tearing
the place down.

That's progress, huh?

You're from this area?

Relax. I've been
deceased since 1981.

Still a shame what
they're doing to the place.

It's called change, gentlemen.

And that's what
we're here to do.

We're here to make a change.

It would be good if
you kept that in mind.

Your assignment is fluid.

Basically,

you're here to conduct
mobile reconnaissance,

surveillance and interdiction
during the operation.

You'll provide security
and guard the flanks

until time of termination,

and that is my assignment.

This is the change that
we're going to make.

This is our target.

Senator Julian Knox.

Give me your attention,
ladies and gentlemen.

The three judges
for the contest:

Bob Rooney, Frank
Dodge, Billy Selkirk.

Let's hear it for 'em!

You noticed who got
the applause, did you not?

Where's Boyd?

He ain't gonna squirrel
out on us again, is he?

Hey, no squirrels
where I live in, Dodge.

I gotta come to Dallas

and rub shoulders with 'em.

By God, we thought
you'd up and died on us.

Oh, not yet. Not just yet.

You look like somethin'
the cats dug up,

the dogs wouldn't eat.

Yeah, he do look a
little grubby, don't he?

I think I'll lend him
my razor. Click.

C.D.'s.

Okay.

Telephone call for
Officer Ridley Burke!

Ridley Burke!

Yes, sir. Right here.

Yeah. Take it on
that end of the bar.

It's your wife.

Hello?

No, Ms. Burke, I
met him at the range.

Willis. Bud Willis.

Yes, ma'am.

No, he said he went
straight to the range

to get some practice.

That's why he
hasn't checked in yet.

No.

No. No.

I wouldn't think there's
any need for concern.

I'd be glad to. As
soon as I see him.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, thank you.

♪ Not half as much as me ♪

♪ She cried so When I left her ♪

♪ It almost Broke my heart ♪

♪ And if I ever find her ♪

♪ We nevermore Will part ♪

I'm sorry. Excuse
me. I didn't see you.

Are you always so jumpy?

Long hours. I'm, uh...

a little edgy, a little
grumpy, I guess.

Sorry.

You a cop too?

No. My ex was.

I feel at home
around these guys.

Jessica Pritchard.

"Jesse" to old
friends... and new ones.

Well, yes, ma'am.

Ridley Burke, sergeant,
Kansas City Police Department.

How long have you
been a Ranger, Trivette?

Little over a year, sir.

Really? You must be
damn proud of yourself.

I know I would be.
Would you like a drink?

Not while I'm on duty, sir.

Ah. Of course.

Duty.

Alex thinks a great deal of you,

you and that other
Ranger, Walker?

Have you known her long?

A while.

She and I went to
law school together.

Of course, I was a
few years ahead of her,

but we were, uh...
We knew each other.

Can you think of anything

that would hold
Alex here in Dallas?

I'm not sure what you
mean by "hold her."

Well, like a
relationship, family.

I understand she's not married.

No, sir, she's not married.

But I understand you are.

Oh, yeah.

Well, I'd like to hang
out with you boys

until the sun comes up,

but I got to get
my beauty sleep.

I'll give you a lift.

Not necessary. I'll walk.

Get my stop on the way.

I got this little itch,

and I'd like to
get it scratched.

See ya, parson.

Heh.

He jokes, he drinks,
dances, he sings.

Hell, he's a regular
Fred Astaire.

C.D., you've known
him for... 30 years.

Don't you think
it's kind of strange

the way he's been acting?

Damn strange.

I'll see you tomorrow, partner.

Look here, young fella.

You sure you're old
enough to be in here?

I'm exactly 21 years old.

You wanna see some ID, fat boy?

Some people might take
offense to gas like that.

Does Delong
still own this joint,

or has the sanitation
department foreclosed?

Look...

I might take offense
to that one, Boyd.

Thought you were dead.

Well, maybe I'm supposed to be.

But I'm just being
stubborn about it.

What a disappointment.

Delong, I wanna
test your memory.

Recognize this fella?

Uh... no.

What about the girl?

Hm? No. No.

Ow! Ah!

Now, I'm gonna tell
you something now.

You'd better listen to me.

I want you to turn around
and look at that statue.

Go on.

You see it? Yeah.

Well, that's the same
statue that's in this photo.

And that was taken less
than eight months ago.

We think this guy's
name is Mitchell, hm?

We know he likes the strippers

and the dancing girls.

Now, do you remember him?

He was in, okay? To watch.

For drinks and tips,

anybody can have
a picture taken.

Anybody.

Yeah.

Anybody, huh?

Okay, I want you to let me know

when he comes around again.

Now, you understand that?

Do you?

You're not a Ranger anymore.

Oh, I'm glad you
know that, Delong.

I'm real glad you know that.

'Cause now I'm not
bound by any oaths.

I want that friend of
yours! I want him real bad.

You catch my drift?

You contact me, now.

Don't just stand
there. Get after him!

Get him.

Where do you think
you're going, old...

How's it going?

Oh, I could use
a little help. Okay.

I'm gonna sue you, Boyd!

You broke my fingers!

This was his fault, Walker!

He started it!

You son of a...

You wanna press charges?

No, I don't think so.

Not you, him.

Yeah. Matter of fact, I do.

I'm gonna finish that job.

Whoa. Whoa.

Let's go.

Well?

Well, what?

What are you doing
in a joint like that?

That's a silly question, Walker.

I went to see the dancing girls.

And those four gorillas
came out here and jumped you

because you're watching.

Well, not exactly.

What, exactly?

Well, Mr. Ranger Walker,
in case you haven't noticed,

I'm not dead yet.

Well, Mr. Ranger Boyd,
you may not be dead yet,

but you could act your age.

Now, what in almighty hell

would I wanna do
anything like that for?

Ranger Walker, this is base.

2847 for Walker.

Walker.

At Taylor and Long,
McClelland Guns.

Parole supervisor
Sergeant Slater, D.P.D.,

requires your assistance.

I'm on my way. You
wanna go for a ride?

For sure. Maybe we can
scare up some excitement

before the evening's over.

That's all you need
is more excitement.

His name's Arden Lee Stuart.

He's 72 years old.

He's owned this
shop for over 30 years.

He's had an FFL forever.

M.E. been here?

Yeah. Homicide too.

I asked 'em to leave
everything alone

till you got here.

You know, you gave a
seminar last year about knives.

The difference between,
uh, stabbing weapons

and hacking weapons.

How most knife kills are messy.

Both M.E. and
Homicide were unsure.

Autopsy will tell, of course,
but, uh, what do you think?

Well...

there's a hairline puncture
underneath the sternum.

Did M.E. find this?

Not right away.

There's a puncture
right to the kidney.

Just a speck of blood.

Looks like he's been
dead three to six hours.

Check with M.E.

See if they found a bruise
on the small of his back.

Yeah.

Commando hit, military style.

Yeah.

Thirty-caliber,

240-grain Bothell hollow points.

What are they, hunting rounds?

The two-legged kind.

That's filled with mercury.

Whoa, that can
do a lot of damage.

What the devil is this?

Electronic ranging equipment.

Did this guy make custom rifles?

We haven't found that out yet.

We've got his sales records.

Have to check them
against his inventory list

and his serial numbers.

Richwood-Casey stock oil.

There was a rifle in this mount

until a few hours ago.

Laredo, come
take a look at this.

What's that?

Mm.

Blueprints... for
a Maxim device.

Or he was building...
automobile mufflers.

I don't get it.

Silencers.

That's what it
is. Just what it is.

Do you have to leave so early?

You've heard the admonition,

"To rest is not to conquer"?

Mm. Yeah.

Who said so? Me.

Who said anything about rest?

You really are something.

Yeah, I know.

It's not the first
time I heard it, either.

Oh, really?

Well, you tell
me all about that.

You keep things warm
for me till I get back.

Maybe I'll be out.

No, you won't.

You sound real sure of that.

I am.

You get another hour's sleep.

"To rest is not to conquer."

Actually, that's a quotation.

I didn't make that up.

Mm. Who did?

Adolf Hitler.

Miles, your continued
support will be the cornerstone.

I won't forget it.

You've earned it all, Julian.

Next November, the world
will know what I already know.

Oh, can you make the
shooting competition?

The awards ceremony presents
an excellent photo opportunity.

The police leagues
and the unions,

they really eat this up.

I-I'm not sure that I
can clear my schedule.

I may have to
make it a possibility.

But the banquet is
definite. I'll see you then.

Well... Finally.

Old feelings are still with me.

Do you ever reflect
on those times?

Sure. But we were very
different people then.

I mean, you always seemed
to know where you were going.

I had no course plotted.

Took me a while
to find it, and I have.

I'm not so sure of that.

I mean, there's, uh...

More out there than you can
find being an assistant DA.

And I can make it
happen for you too, Alex.

How could you find the time?

You have a full
career, two children,

a beautiful wife.

A politician is supposed
to have a family.

It was an expedient thing.

There's been nothing
between my wife and I for years.

You satisfied with
that arrangement?

No, of course not. But
I allowed it to happen.

But that's going to change.

Listen.

Would you have dinner
with me tomorrow?

There's something I
want to discuss with you.

Something that might
brighten both of our futures.

For old times.

Trivette, it's Walker.

Hi, honey.

Did you get my messages?

Yeah.

Brian Haller character.

Specializes in high-grade
chrome steel and machine tools.

Moves around a lot.

Right now, he's got a
company called Tetrascope.

That's his latest address.

Where'd you get his name from?

Boyd found it on an
invoice at the gun shop.

Any yellow sheet on him?

Yeah. Not much in it, though.

Some of his customers
are a little shaky.

But there's no law on
selling steel and tools.

Tried to go international
a couple of years ago

without the proper licensing,

but all he wound up
doing was paying a fine.

Any word about the
medical examiner's report

on the gunsmith?

Probably later today or...

Good morning, Walker.

Hi, Alex.

I'll catch up with
you a little later.

Alex, so, uh...

Tomorrow evening then, uh... 8?

Yes. Bye.

Morning, Ranger.

My, what big eyes you have.

Yeah, well, you got
egg on your shirt.

We'll meet you at the car.

I saw your assistant
DA when she came out.

She sure seemed to
be in a happy mood.

So?

Well, did you run into her
when you were up there?

Well, did ya?

Well, what if I did?
You mind getting in?

All units, all units, 2-11.

Officer down at
Skillman and Abrams.

Shots have been fired.

Back off!

I said, back off!

I'll kill her!

Back off!

What's the situation here?

Well, we nailed one suspect.

The other one shot my
partner and took a hostage.

I'll kill her! Back off!

Hey, what's he doing?

I'll kill her!

Damn it.

You gonna be all right, son?

Yeah.

I'll kill her!

Stay away.

I'll kill her, old man.

You're gonna shoot
somebody, you shoot me.

I'll kill her!

Come on. Give me that thing.

Come on.

Give it to me.

All right, boy.

On your belly.

Let's go, bring him in.

Bring him in.
All right, let's go.

Stay down.

Stay down, buddy.

Easy.

You okay?

He'll be all right, huh?

Yeah, looks like a flesh wound.

We got him. You
guys can head on back.

Let's clear it.

What the hell you trying
to do? Get yourself killed?

Come on, Walker. Lighten up.

None of us live forever.

Tommy, go ahead.

I swear... I'll keep my word.

I swear.

Ranger Walker, I'm Brian Haller.

I'm, uh, sorry I can't
offer you my hand.

I had a caller this morning.

A caller?

Yeah, an elderly gentleman.

He, uh, had a very blunt
way of asking questions

and a total lack
of understanding

when he didn't get the
answers he was looking for.

Kind of a barrel-chested guy?

Yeah, like a ranch hand.

He came to my
house before sun-up.

Do you know who he is?

I have a good idea.
What did he want?

Well, he had a picture of
a man he called Mitchell.

He had a stripper on his lap.

I mean, he was familiar,
but I can't remember.

I don't remember who he is.

Well, I'm not here for that.

I'm here to talk to you

about a shipment of
chrome steel tubing.

Do you have any idea

what a Mr. Stewart
was using it for?

No.

Well, I do.

He was manufacturing
silencers illegally.

Look, I hardly have any control

over any of the products I sell.

I mean, once they're
delivered, it's out of my hands.

Are you the sole
owner of this company?

No, I-I manage it
for Gant Industries.

Gant? Is that a public
or private company?

It's a division of
Sidley International.

It's a, uh... Conglomerate.

Yes. Yes, that's correct.

Well, tell me something.

Do you have any idea who's
in charge of this spider web?

Uh... Uh, not beyond
the level of Gant.

W-what does this have
to do with anything?

Nothing.

Sorry about the fingers.

Yeah, this is Haller.

Get me the chairman right away.

There used to be a good reason

for getting up
early in the morning

and staying up late at night.

You just miss the good old days.

Well... Hell, we all do.

Well, there oughta
be a way to go back.

Hell, I never saw
myself playing dominoes

with a bunch of
other old duffers.

Hey, Robo.

There's no action in this place.

Yeah, looks like
a retirement home.

That ain't funny, sonny.

Hey, fellas, sure am
happy you're in here.

It's just a little bit
early for all this, isn't it?

Not for anybody
under 80, gramps.

Do you think he's
talking about us?

That's right,
wrinkles. I mean you.

Don't let your mouth overload
your butt there, cowboy.

Look, fellas, let's...
Let's just cool it.

We haven't had a fight
in here in five years.

Well, you're overdue.

Yeah, all right! All right.

Where's the rest of 'em?

Whew.

Give us a beer.

Come on, baby. Shake it!

Yee-haw!

What's going on?

I don't want you
around here, mister.

You got a couple of Ranger
pit bulls looking for you.

They're as nasty as they come.

Who are they?

Cordell Walker and
Laredo Jake Boyd.

If you don't know them now,
you surely will before long.

Now, you drift.

You missed all the fun, Walker.

Just like old times.

I know that look,
Walker. What's up?

Who's Mitchell?

Oh, I see.

You went over and
talked to Mr. Haller, huh?

Well, not soon enough.

Could I see the photograph?

Sure.

Who is he?

I don't know. I'll let you know

when I find out.

Come on, Laredo.

All right, all right.

Well, he belonged
to a small group

that murdered a federal
witness in Denver a year ago.

They put a hit on him before
he had a chance to testify

before the grand jury.

They also killed a young
Denver P.D. officer.

He was guarding him.

And that's when
I got interested.

I'm not even sure that
Mitchell's his real name.

Where'd you get this photograph?

Some guttersnipe.
Owed me a favor.

He was talking about
some shadow people.

They were dark, dark.

Black Boys?

That could have been it.

What does that mean, Walker?

They're professional
assassins who have no identities.

Oh, boy.

I can't take those punches
like I used to be able to.

Come on, I'll get
you to the hotel.

Yeah.

How you feeling?

Better.

Look, I got a little bit of
stress problems, that's all.

You? Stress? Yeah.

Well, that's what happens
when you don't get out

and raise a little bit
of hell now and then.

Walker, watch out! Watch it!

It's him! Who?

It's Mitchell!

Give me that gun.

Get out of here! - Let's go!

Laredo, give me the gun!

No, I'm gonna get him!

Laredo!

Here, get him.
He's getting away.

Never mind him. Where you hit?

No, I'm not hit.

I'm not over that
last session yet.

Oh, I'm sorry,
Walker. I'm sorry.

All right. Come on, let's go.

I will handle it.

I will, uh...

be taking my place in
the firearms competition.

I'll provide all of you with
a detailed terrain drawing.

Now, however, the
possibility does exist

the plan may change.

Or be modified.

We'll adjust our approach
to take full advantage

of whatever special
conditions may develop.

Yet we'll keep in mind
that we control all situations

because we know what
actions will take place.

While our target... does not.

Ugh!

He came to life
again in a photograph.

It's always a mistake.

And... he lost direction.

He began to freelance to
try to clean up his own mess.

There are two rangers
named Walker and Boyd.

We may have to eliminate them.

You'll take care of
Mr. Mitchell's body, yes?

I'll see to a replacement.

Mr. Douglas is on line three.

Oh, thank you.

Mr. Douglas.

Certainly. Go ahead.

I've sent a messenger
with a revised guest list.

You'll want to give him
a copy to Senator Knox.

I propose we have him

present the
trophies at the range

immediately following
the competition.

T-That way, his
only duty after dinner

would be his policy speech.

I'll be having dinner with
the senator this evening.

I'll run these changes by him.

I'm sure they'll meet
with his approval.

Thank you. Enjoy your evening.

Goodbye.

When I present
Knox's replacement,

his image will
carry any election

regardless of party or platform.

He'll be the candidate
and president I own.

Mr. Valentine, I'd hoped
to avoid a meeting,

but the situation involving
the late Mr. Mitchell

may have jeopardized
this operation.

One more point.

This, uh, retired Ranger, Boyd?
Is he a potential for trouble?

The real danger is
Walker. He's the hunter.

I know Ranger
Walker. You're right.

My sources tell me
Boyd seems obsessed

by, uh, the death of a
policeman in Denver.

Was, uh... Mitchell
responsible for that?

No.

I'm responsible for
that officer's removal.

Rangers have a relentless
reputation too, Mr. Valentine.

Indeed, they do.

Indeed.

I do believe I have the
advantage you see, though.

I know what I'm going to do.

They don't.

Who said Walker's gonna
have a tough time this year?

Yeah, who said
that? Where's C.D.?

He's the oddsmaker.

That ain't right that
the judges can't bet.

Well, we'll change
the rules next year.

Well, that's what
we said last year.

Forgetful. You
boys are forgetful.

Forgetful about what?

Ranger Cordell Walker

completes his qualifying round

in 33 seconds
with a perfect score.

That was fine shooting, Ranger.

Thanks.

Name's Walker. Cordell Walker.

Burke. Ridley Burke.
K.C.P.D. Kansas.

Well, good luck.

Does luck have
a lot to do with it?

Well, doesn't hurt.

Next up, Sergeant Ridley Burke.

Kansas City P.D.

Two. One.

Go.

Hey. Hey.

You taking him
out on the course?

No, the senator
doesn't like loud noises.

That's hard to believe.
He's a military hawk.

Not hard at all, actually.

Look, I want you to
fire up the computer.

Run a check on
this guy, Mitchell.

That's what he looks like.

"Jack Mitchell"?

Probably an alias.

By the way, did you find
out anything on the car

or the autopsy?

Just the car. It's stolen.

I got a break between shifts,

so I'll get what I can on
this Mitchell guy for you.

Sergeant Burke completes
his qualifying round.

A perfect score
in just 32 seconds.

Hey.

Good shooting.

Well, thank you.

Perfect score. It's all
skill. No luck involved.

All right, this stuff came from
National Personnel Service

in St. Louis.

There are over 700
Mitchells that fit the profile

and your photo ID
didn't help narrow it.

So I had to do it the hard way.

In terms of service.

And you got all those
papers out of that machine?

That's just part of it.

Mitchell's last name
could be short for Jackson.

It could be a
nickname for "John,"

or the whole thing
could be an alias.

But aliases are
sometimes similar.

Hm. But...

This guy doesn't use one word
when 1000 will do, does he?

Cut to the chase, Trivette.

What I'm saying is, I had
to go back to the photo.

You see what looks like a
shadow at the base of the throat?

Yeah.

That's a birthmark.

Those are recorded.

His name is Jackson
Hale Mitchelson.

He was born here in
Dallas June 8th, 1949.

Hey, that's very good.

Any service record?

Yeah.

He joined the army in
'69, he made Green Berets,

and his record
politely indicates

that his bubble's off-center,

so they discharged
him in December of '72.

Anything after that?

Yeah, he got a
pilot's license in '74

and then he disappeared

on a bush flight
in Columbia in '81.

That picture was taken
in a Dallas strip joint.

Mm, last August.

That's how a Black
Boy's created, Laredo.

What?

Oh, it's a CIA term

for men who don't exist.

Walker.

We'll be right there.

It's Sweeney. He
has something for us.

I'm gonna hang
back here, Walker.

Read a little bit more
about this Mitchell guy.

Okay.

Oh, howdy.

I'm sorry, I thought
Walker was here.

Well, he's not, but why
don't you stick around?

Sit a spell, huh?

Are you sure?

You seemed to be off
in a world of your own.

Well, sorry about that.

It's about 25 years or so ago,
but that's time way behind me.

Yeah, I've been doing a lot
of thinking myself these days.

About what?

About what I would
have to leave behind

if the decisions I make in
the next few hours or days

go one way or another.

You're worried about
leaving Walker behind.

Isn't that it?

I made a decision once
to leave somebody behind.

I knew it was a mistake.

But I argued myself into it.

And I've paid for it ever since.

Thanks, Laredo.

Least I'll know what to do
when my arguments begin.

You know, I've read
about wounds like these,

but I've never even seen 'em.

How 'bout the small of the
back? Any trauma there?

Yeah, just as you
thought, caused by a knee.

Let me show you.

Left hand, arm around the
throat from behind with great force,

knee driven into the kidney.

Hit with the knife,
lumbar region,

kidneys, upward angle.

Now, body spasms backwards

in reaction to the
pain of the injury,

leaving the chest area open
for the final blow to the heart.

Instantly fatal.
Correct, Walker?

You got it.

Sweeney?

Yeah?

How do you know
it was just like that?

Well, the combination
of perfection and power

with which the
blows were delivered,

massive internal bleeding,
hardly any external,

and the size and type
of the wounds caused by

a weapon like this.

A Sykes Fairbairn.

It's a knife.

It's the difference between
a lump of coal, Trivette,

and a diamond.

Correct, Walker.

Designed in the '30s,

still in use by
special ops teams.

I use it to, uh,
open my letters.

The, uh, man you're looking for

is the worst kind of killer.

Experienced,
unemotional, detached.

A trained professional.

Contract man?

Yeah, the worst kind.

And I think I know
who the target is.

I will not be intimidated,
certainly not by theories.

Do you have any hard evidence

supporting this assassination
idea of yours, Walker?

Enough to urge caution, yes.

What, based on a photograph?

Based on the fact

that he tried to kill me
and an ex-Texas Ranger.

He's a professional
assassin, senator,

and he's in town
for a specific reason.

You're worried about a
repeat of 1963, aren't you?

I'm not worried, senator,

and you're not president yet.

But you do have an advantage
that didn't exist in 1963.

Really? What's that?

You've been warned.

When we get back to the office,

I want you to fire up
that computer of yours.

See if you can draw
a line from Tetrascope

through Gant Industries
and Sidley International.

From Haller to where?

I'm not sure.

Someone or some group
that makes decisions.

What are you working on?

A hunch.

Professional assassins
cost a lot of money.

I want to find the fat cat
that finances this operation.

♪ Back and forward
On the saddle ♪

♪ And the syncopated gator ♪

♪ Sets his funny
meter to the road ♪

C.D., what do you
think you're doing?

I'm borrowing your horse
to go ride with the fellas.

And what kind of
condition are they in?

Relaxed. Very relaxed.

Yeah, I can see that.

Here, take this.

And you stay here.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

What do you guys
think you're doing?

Well, I don't know.

Rooney, what are we doing?

Hell, I don't know. Dodge?
What are you doing?

I don't know. Selkirk,
what are you doing?

I am getting off my horse.

It's dangerous to be riding

these horses when
you're drinking.

My golly, I think
Walker's got a point there.

You know, it is dangerous,
especially for us tenderfeet.

- That's not what I mean.
- Walker.

Uh, we did use a stepladder
to get up on these old horses.

And they did not
give one thought

to how they was gonna get off

till I showed 'em how.

We're irresponsible,
that's what.

All I'm saying is
I was concerned.

Pay no attention
to these jokers.

Come on, let's you and me.

We hump it back to the barn.

You're in no shape to be racing.

Try me, huh?

Laredo, this is crazy!

Yeah, but ain't it fun?

You still alive? Oh!

Unlike the broken egg inside me.

Oh, boy. Don't it
kinda jig ya, huh?

When a couple of horses

appear to be smarter
than two grown men?

Well, in this case, they are.

Whoo!

Well, kinda hard to tell

where the manure leaves off
and they begin, ain't it, boys?

Oh, get 'em outta here, Walker.

Get 'em outta here.

Hey, guys, why don't
you get to the ranch,

get those steaks started, huh?

You guys better hurry on up,
or there won't be nothing left.

We'll be right there.

Here, sit down.

Oh, God.

Oh, this pain, it
comes and it goes.

What is it, Laredo?

Let me get you to the hospital.

No, I'm not going
to any hospital.

Uh-uh. I don't want
to lay on my back

in a hospital bed,
stupefied with morphine.

No, sir.

What do you mean?

Well, in that hospital,

they told me I was going to die.

What?

Yeah. They said I had
some kind of a growth

in my stomach that
they couldn't get rid of.

So they gave me
some chemotherapy,

but there's no dignity
in that, I'll tell ya.

I walked away from it.

Look, I don't want those boys

to know anything
about this, okay?

I-I don't want their sympathy.

I don't want anybody's sympathy.

Okay, I won't tell
anybody. All right.

Tell me, why did
you come down here?

I've got some
unfinished business.

Remember I was telling
ya about that Denver cop?

Well, I gotta wash the
blood off that badge.

Can you make it?

Yeah.

I'll handle this, Curtis. No.

You sure that's everything?

This is it.

Rangers Walker,
Trivette and Boyd

to see Miles Douglas.

Oh, and I trust you
have an appointment?

No.

No.

Well, just a moment.

Mr. Chairman,

we have three Texas
Rangers out here to see you.

Names again.

I'm Walker, he's Trivette...

The one doing the
talking is Walker,

and one of them, sir, is a...

Well, one of them's colored.

Did he say "colored"?

Well, I'll be danged,
I never even noticed.

You must understand,
Ranger Walker,

it's nothing of a
personal nature.

If you had had a warrant,

it would have been a
completely different situation.

I just find people of
certain ethnic groups

to be unacceptable.

That includes Jews and
Catholics too, I imagine.

Well, now, religion
is a different question.

I mean, in some
cases, however, it's...

It's difficult to
make a distinction.

Purification, selection.

These are really
historical facts.

Well, I'm not here to
discuss history, Douglas.

Take a cruise through this.

I don't know what
it is. It's a road map.

It leads from the chairman
of Douglas Consolidated...

You.

To 19 corporations and fronts,

all the way to Tetrascope

in south Dallas,
where this came from.

But the one I'm looking for

is on the barrel of a rifle.

And when I find
it... And I will.

I'm gonna be back
here with a warrant,

and my "unacceptable" friend

will be more than
happy to slap it on ya

just as hard as he can.

Have a nice day.

Curtis,

give Ranger Walker a
goodbye he won't forget.

Yes, sir. I understand.

This is my lucky day.

You first.

Back!

Well?

What do you think?

We oughta go in there and help?

Naw, no. He can
use the relaxation.

Looks like you rattled him good.

Yeah, I did.

Now, he's going to have to
send his Black Boys after me

before he goes after Knox.

What's the drill, Ridgeway?

I'm goin' through
the front door.

O'Brien, you go
through the kitchen.

Coleman, cover us from the silo.

Now.

Ridgeway.

Ridgeway, is it done?

Ridgeway?

Yeah, I got him.

He's out.

I lied.

Join me for a nightcap.

I've got some excellent liqueur.

Just a light one.

Did you enjoy dinner?

Oh, I was very proud and honored

to be having dinner with the man

who may become the youngest
president since John Kennedy.

Well, actually, Teddy Roosevelt
was younger than both of us.

Oh.

Alex, I need to talk to you.

Two years ago, I was close,

but now it's gonna happen.

I mean, it has to happen.

And things are very, uh...

turbulent, in motion, and...

I need a point of
stability in all this.

I need you.

Help me change my life.

I want you to
make it full again.

Come to Washington with me.

I want you to be part of it.

Part of me.

Excuse me, senator.

I told you not to interrupt.

You have a call.

It's important. I think
you should take it.

Probably some political thing.

Think about what
I said, counselor,

and I'll expect a conclusion

when I get back.

Yes?

Hi.

Oh, just paperwork.

I can't tell you how
I'm looking forward

to getting back and
how I miss you...

Yes, and I love you.

We'll take some private
time for ourselves, you know?

Pine logs, maybe
some champagne, yeah?

Mm-hm.

Okay, well, kiss
the babies for me.

I love you.

Tell me again how you want me

to help you change
your life, Julian.

Alex, that didn't mean any...

Listen, I can do things for you.

I can turn your life around.
I can make something of it.

I already made something of it.

Alex.

Anything I can help
you with, senator?

These three guys
you caught last night

aren't very talkative,

but you didn't
expect that, did you?

No.

And they didn't have the rifle

with the Maxim
silencer on it either.

They got those weapons
stashed someplace.

Yeah, could be in
their staging area,

if we could find it.

Trivette, Walker, I think you
guys might want to see this.

Mesquite P.D. came up
with this John Doe last night.

Their M.E. called this morning.

Two puncture
wounds, heart, kidneys.

They also ran over that photo.

It's no John Doe, Sweeney.

Mitchell?

Jackson Hale Mitchelson.

That wraps it up.

It's over.

It looks that way.

Morning, Alex.

Hey, Alex.

I'll wait... I'll
wait by the truck.

So, uh...

How'd your dinner go
with the senator last night?

I think you know how it went.

Yeah.

Look, I know you two
go back a long ways.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

We had a conversation.

A very enlightening
conversation.

Ooh, I'm gonna tell you, Walker,

that's a damn good woman.

Yeah, she is.

Well?

Well, what?

It's not my place to sayin',

but what are you going to
do, just stand around and wait

till somebody comes along
that knows what to do about it?

Yeah, you're right.

Yeah?

It's not your place.

Let me get you to a hospital.

No. No. No hospital.

Why are you so damn stubborn?

Come on in, Walker.

Sit down.

You gonna be all right?

Yeah, I think so.

This the young Denver
cop you were talking about?

Who is he?

My son.

And my only son.

Well, boy, it's finished.

The blood has washed away and...

And the badge is clean.

Yeah, I know I should
have called you back sooner,

but I didn't know
what to say to you.

Well, he's an interesting guy.

Doesn't want to stick around.

Yeah, he just does
his thing and leaves.

I don't need that
kind of thing again.

Oh...

Jen, could I call you right
back in a few minutes?

Um, I just found
something that he left here.

Yeah, okay, I'll
call you right back.

Oh.

I know... I know
I shouldn't have,

but I just... I thought...
You thought what?

You thought...

What did you think? I just...

Bitch! What did you think?

Name's Jessica Ann Pritchard.

She didn't show up
for work this morning.

She had a deadline,

so her employer
called Fort Worth P.D.

Jessica Ann Pritchard.
Why do I know that name?

You met her before.

She was a computer
production artist.

She worked for Marker and Bell,
that ad agency up from C.D.'s.

Oh, that's right, she was
at C.D.'s reunion party.

Any family?

Nobody in Dallas, uh...
Her parents are deceased.

She's got one brother,

F.W.P.D.'s trying to
locate from Detroit.

Married once,
divorced, no children.

She came out here from
Grand Rapids two years ago.

She have a record?

Texas driver's license,
one minor moving violation.

City records,
one parking ticket.

Both of 'em paid.

She's only been
dead a few hours,

but the wounds are identical

to the ones that
killed your gunsmith.

And same type of weapon.

Exactly the same?

I won't know till I
get her on the table,

but one thing I'm sure
of, it's the same killer.

Is the Black Boy still loose?

Two hours till the competition.

You go cover Knox.

I'm going back to the
office, see if I can get a lead.

Cordell. Cordell, where
the hell have you been?

That competition's going
to start in an hour and a half.

Hell, that's a dollar waiting
on a dime. Come on.

Yes, I'm still waiting.

Look, Cordell, I've got some
heavy money riding on you.

C.D., I'm in the middle
of a murder investigation.

One of your patrons...
Yes, Pritchard.

Jessica Ann.

Jesse Pritchard? She's dead?

Yeah, we found her
body this morning.

Well, she latched on
to that Kansas City cop

the night of the party.

She left with him.

What was his name? B-Burke.

Burke? Ridley Burke?

Yeah.

Hello. Never mind that.

I want a priority call

to the Kansas City
Police Department.

Personnel records.

ASAP.

That ain't Burke.

That's the real Burke. Let's go.

You did okay in the
qualifying, Burke,

but Walker's mighty
good under pressure.

Now, you don't sound
very impartial for a judge.

Aw, now, I wouldn't
take him too serious.

He's just been here before.

Yeah, that's right.

We wish everybody
the same amount of luck.

And some's got more than others.

Oh, I agree.

I agree. I-I know
all about luck.

Senator, what do you
have to say about that?

How do you feel
about gun control, sir?

What about the environment?

Senator, I've been trying to
get through to you. Did Walker...?

Never mind, Ranger. I'm
here and I intend to stay.

We missed one of the
guys. He could be anywhere.

What do you mean, missed one?

Ladies and gentlemen,

let's give a big Texas welcome

to Senator Julian Knox.

I don't have a choice now.

I have to stay.
Let's get on with it.

Don't you think it'd be better
if we went back to the ho...?

Great to see you.

Thank you.

Thank you. How are
you? How are you doing?

Watch your step.

Thanks.

Hello?

Laredo, this is Walker.

Hi, Walker. I was
just gonna call you.

Yeah, I'm not gonna
be there for the shoot,

but I wish you the best of luck.

There's still a
Black Boy out there.

C.D. and I are on our
way to the shootout.

That's all I need to
know. I'll see you there.

Heh-huh.

Los Angeles police
officer Miguel Rodriguez

completes his first
run with a score of 88.

Whoa.

Yeah. MAN: All right.

He could do worse.

Have you seen Burke,
the Kansas City cop?

He's the guy we're after.

That's the guy?

Yeah. Have you seen him?

Yeah, he was just here.

Sergeant Ridley Burke,

please join the group to
the right of the judges' stand.

All entrants who have
completed the course...

Who's covering the hillside?

Treadway and Kelly.

When was the last
time you talked to 'em?

Ten minutes ago. Treadway?

Kelly?

Cover the senator.

First up at the
finals, Shirley Hobbs

of the Waxahachie
Police Department.

Two, one, go.

That was Shirley Hobbs

of the Waxahachie
Police Department

with a score of 91.

What do you say, Walker?

Let's finish this competition

and find out who
really is the best.

You sure that's the
way you want to do it?

Oh, Ranger.

I couldn't think
of a better way.

Whenever you're
ready, make your move.

All right, don't move.

Have a nice day.

Who got hit?

I don't know who it was,

but they're workin' on him
over at the review stand.

It'd be a good idea

if you folks just
went to your cars...

Covered him like a blanket.

We're going to have to
postpone the remainder...

Did you have to do this, Laredo?

Well, look at the bright side.

It's a cure... and it
doesn't hurt as much.

Did you get your man, Ranger?

Yeah, I got him.

The Denver cop's mother.

Where is she, Laredo?

Oh... I'd, uh...

Yeah, woman wouldn't have me.

But I loved 'em all the more...

for the good sense she showed.

Oh, she was a poet.

Oh, yeah.

I heard some pretty
things come from her.

Yeah.

I didn't get a chance
to say goodbye

to either one of them, but...

But I'll see 'em both...

out across the meadows...

where the bluebonnets bloom.

We're gonna miss you, Laredo.