Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 3, Episode 13 - Mean Streets - full transcript
Walker begins investigating a group of rich teenagers who are assaulting the homeless after one man is killed by them.
( mellow theme playing)
(chattering)
C.D.: Well, I'm glad we
could get back down here
and serve these folks, Cordell.
Yeah, I know what you mean, C.D.
How you doing, friend?
Oh, well, I can't complain.
(chuckles)
Hey, C.D.
Well, I missed you
down here last time, Doc.
Well, sometimes I
don't remember so good.
I'm glad you remembered tonight.
Oh, I sure did remember tonight.
I got this famous
stew here tonight. Woo!
Let me see your
plate. Mmm, all right.
Give me some of that.
That sure look good.
It is. And I am hungry too.
There we go.
Thank you, C.D.
How about some
carrots there, sir?
Oh, thank you, yeah.
There you are. Take
care. Thank you, my friend.
You call him "Doc"?
Yeah, I don't know
what his name is.
Just call him Doc.
Got a lot of guts to
be out on the street.
I sure feel sorry
for these folks
down here, Cordell.
Too bad the politicians don't.
Yeah.
( ominous theme playing)
What are you doing?
Waiting for you, old man.
Got yourself some dinner there?
What? Wait a minute. Wait a
minute. What are you...? Help!
Help! Wait a minute.
Stop. Help! Help!
BOY: Come on. You like that?
(grunting, boys laughing)
BOY 1: Damn. Good, good.
Oh, help. Come on.
Help! Help me! Help!
BOY 2: Come on. Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Help!
Help, my God, please.
They're... They're killing him.
Who? Where?
Out there in the alley, please.
Take it easy, ma'am. Please.
(footsteps racing)
(tires squealing)
Look out!
(gunshot)
(grunting)
C.D., call an ambulance.
Just take it easy. Take it easy.
He's hurt, so watch him.
Oh, my God, Mark.
Take a right. MAN: Right here.
You go down there.
(car starts)
(tires squealing)
( dramatic theme playing)
(horns honking)
Come on, Pete, drive, drive.
Hurry up, man. I'm driving.
I can't get a read
on the license plate.
I'll try to get closer.
Watch it. Faster, Pete, come on.
(sniffs)
( light rock action
theme playing)
♪ In the eyes of a Ranger ♪
♪ The unsuspecting stranger ♪
♪ Had better know the truth ♪
♪ Of wrong from right ♪
♪ 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger ♪
♪ Are upon you ♪
♪ Any wrong you
do He's gonna see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas Look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
The Ranger's gonna be ♪
PETE: Is he gone? JASON: Yeah.
Well, all right.
(whooping, laughter)
(sighs) Yeah.
Woo!
They had guns.
Must have been cops.
All they saw was taillights
and exhaust, Allen.
Chill out, man.
No, there was an old
lady, saw Jason's face.
Some old rummy pushing a cart.
What's she gonna remember, huh?
Whew!
Yes. Yeah.
(laughter)
WOMAN (over radio): All
units, clear for a 148-19.
(speech continues
indistinctly over radio)
Unit 2, he's at
Third and Western.
Did anyone see anything?
That old lady did.
They had masks on.
Think it was a street gang?
Well, if it was, it
was a rich one.
How is he?
Beat up pretty bad.
Why would anyone wanna
do something like that?
Well, it's been happening
down here pretty frequently,
and people are just
too scared to talk.
If they don't tell
us what happened,
how are we supposed
to help 'em, C.D.?
That's a damn good
question, Jimmy.
This is a mean street.
Can't apply logic when
people are scared like this.
Let's take a look in the alley.
( somber theme playing)
( upbeat rock theme playing)
Hey, check this out.
The guy winged us.
Ah, no sweat. I'll fix
it myself. Come on.
(pop music with vocals playing)
We're back. Hi, baby.
Hi.
You got two calls
from your father.
London? Rome.
PETE: Well, he can
just send me a postcard.
Look at you. Mm! Woo-hoo!
Oh, yeah.
Hey, don't forget to
save some of this for me.
All right. My man
Pete up at bat.
(sniffs)
You got the tape,
Jas? Yes, I do.
All right, let's
punch it in, huh?
Let's go. WOMAN:
It's great, I know.
(women giggling)
Oh, this stuff is
great. Come on.
(woman sighs) WOMAN:
Mmm-mmm-mmm.
WOMAN 1: Come on.
WOMAN 2: You going?
I've seen a lot of things
in this job, Walker,
but this gets to you.
It's something you
never get used to.
You mean nothing's being
done to get people off the street.
That's about the size of it.
Shine your light down here.
TRIVETTE: Shoe print,
herringbone pattern.
What is that, a sphere?
Athletic shoe. New sole.
Doesn't look like anything a
homeless person would wear.
Think you can get
anything off of it?
Yeah, I'll try.
Okay, why don't
you finish up here?
I'm gonna go check on
that old man at the hospital.
(laughter) DAN: Great.
Hold on. I gotta rewind it.
(sighs)
Come on.
PETE: Here we go, boys.
Come on. Where is it?
(indistinct speech over TV)
There it is. There it
is. And here it comes.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah,
he's tagging him.
You're the man, Pete, yeah.
(laughing): Oh, yes.
(grunting over TV)
JASON: Is that me?
DAN: Oh, yeah. He's going down!
Pete, you're the man.
Yes, you are the man. No, you.
DAN: Oh, what a loser.
( dramatic theme playing)
DOCTOR 1: Six hundred.
All right, clear. (grunts)
Stay on 200. DOCTOR 2: Ready.
DOCTOR 1: Clear.
DOCTOR 2: Pump him
again. DOCTOR 1: Ready.
DOCTOR 2: Clear.
(EKG flatlining)
No.
He's flatlined.
( somber theme playing)
DOCTOR 1: All right,
we're gonna call it.
WOMAN (over PA):
3-1-1, paging Dr. Jones.
3-1-1.
Hey, look, you can't
bring that in here.
No panhandling allowed.
I am looking for somebody.
Keep your voice down.
Miss, miss, it's
okay. I know her.
I'm sorry about that.
I'm used to it.
You're that Ranger
from the mission.
They brought Mark
in here, didn't they?
Mark, is that his name?
Uh-huh.
What's his last name?
I know him from the park.
He likes to feed the pigeons.
Somebody ought to
be looking after him.
W-what is your name?
(sighs)
Well, who are you, Joe Friday?
You gonna give
me a parking ticket?
How's he doing?
Um... I'm afraid
he didn't make it.
I'm sorry.
Oh...
Yeah, well...
"Sorry" don't feed the
bulldog. (phone rings)
Yes, he is. Just a moment.
Ranger Walker, you
have a phone call.
Wait here. I'd
like to talk to you.
Walker.
ALEX: Walker,
Jimmy filled me in,
so I talked to Dallas P.D.
There's no ongoing investigation
into any assaults in that area.
What about police reports?
Just the usual for skid row.
Nothing like what
Jimmy described.
Men in ski masks
driving expensive cars.
You mean no reports were taken?
Things fall through the cracks.
I mean, some go
into an inactive file
if there's no leads or suspects.
It's not that the
police don't care,
it's just that their
time is better spent
on cases with solid leads.
Well, maybe a homicide
will get their attention.
The victim died?
Yeah.
( ominous theme playing)
Walker?
I'll call you back.
Where'd that lady go?
She left.
(indistinct speech)
Hey, Walker, you're
not gonna believe this.
I'm online with the
sneaker detective.
Sneaker detective?
Yeah, U.S. attorney in
Phoenix turned me onto him.
They nailed a Mob hit man
with this guy's
testimony last year.
He's known as "the
Sherlock Holmes of soles."
Did you find out anything?
Yeah, try this.
The print pattern is
unique to an athletic shoe
made by a company in London.
But I gotta tell you,
American-made is the way to
go on this one, if you ask me.
You're the expert, huh?
You gotta treat your feet right.
How much would they spend
for a pair of tennis
shoes like this?
Hundred, 150.
A hundred and fifty dollars?
Yeah.
What about distribution?
I'm working on it.
Now, look,
they're made with
hand-carved molds,
so each one's slightly
different from the other.
I'm having transparencies sent
so I can place them
over the shoe print
until I get a match.
How about the bag lady?
I didn't even get her name.
But you think she knows
more than she told you?
Yeah, I'm sure of it.
You keep on this. I'm
gonna see if I can find her.
All right.
( melancholy theme playing)
Be careful. Right.
(woman shouts indistinctly)
(man speaking Spanish)
(indistinct speech)
(laughter)
♪ It has not always
been That nice... ♪
MAN: That was very nice.
(man coughs)
Got a little agitated.
I've been looking
everywhere for you.
Why didn't you wait?
I had important
business to take care of.
More important
than Mark's death?
Murder, you mean.
He was murdered.
Look, I want you to tell
me your name this time.
Princess Diana, but
you can call me Joelle.
Joelle,
I want you to tell me everything
you know about the beatings.
Well, it started about
three months ago.
Everybody down
here knows about it.
So do the cops.
They don't care.
Well, they do care.
No, they don't. They don't.
They're not interested in
people like me and Mark.
Well, I'm not gonna
argue with you.
Did you recognize
any of these guys?
Look, I don't
wanna get involved.
Well, you are involved,
whether you like it or not.
Joelle, these guys
aren't gonna stop.
Now, you say no
one wants to help,
but I do.
But I can't do it alone.
Okay.
I think I saw one
of the guy's faces.
His mask came off when they...
They were beating Mark.
And one of them had a camera,
like he was recording
the whole thing.
You think you
could identify him?
Maybe. I don't know.
It all happened so fast.
Do you know any of the
others that were beaten?
One, yeah.
He's my friend, Jack.
I think he could
remember the license plate.
Let's go find him.
Well, you gotta
bring me back here
because my shopping cart is
stashed around here, all right?
Okay, all right,
I will. Let's go.
♪ Nobody... ♪
MAN 1: Okay, just
put it right over there.
Don't mixed it with my stuff.
MAN 2: I seen her last week.
WOMAN: But I ain't
seen her in a long time.
MAN 3: Raoul.
(man speaking Spanish)
Everybody down
here has a routine.
Same haunts.
They make the same rounds,
same time of day.
( ominous theme playing)
Hey, oh, no. I heard
about you folks.
You stay... Stay
back there or I'll shoot.
PETE: Go ahead,
do it. (gun cocks)
(gunshot)
Wait here.
(gun clicking)
PETE: You gonna shoot me, man?
(indistinct shouting)
(grunting)
No, no, no.
(grunting)
DAN: All right,
come on. Come on.
JASON: Let's get outta here.
(whimpering)
Don't move, don't move.
It's gonna be all right.
(clattering)
D-d-don't shoot.
Come out of there. Come on.
(indistinct speech over radio)
You say that was his gun?
He tried to shoot at
them. I don't see any blood.
MAN: Well, he was
shaking like a leaf.
He was too scared
to hit anything.
And you didn't see their faces?
I told you, they were
wearing ski masks.
Come down and make a statement.
I already made a statement.
Well, when we get there,
you can give us another one.
And you're sure one of the
guys was using a video camera?
As sure as I'm standing here.
( somber theme playing)
(sighs)
Well, it's gotta be
the same bunch.
'Course it's them. That's
what I've been trying to tell you.
Okay, let's get outta here.
( upbeat rock theme playing)
Come on, Pete, you can do it.
(cheering)
DAN: Come on, Pete.
Yeah, you got three
minutes, 40 seconds.
All right, you're
the man. (laughs)
Woo!
What's the matter, Al?
Your trust-fund check bounce?
(all laughing)
We need to talk, Pete.
Alone.
Well, sure.
Always time for a friend.
Wow.
What's so important?
I want out. (laughing)
(sighs)
Listen, I won't say
anything to anyone.
I just can't take the
pressure anymore.
It's not just for laughs.
That guy the other night died.
So, uh, the stakes are raised
and you want out 'cause we
pushed the envelope a little?
Envelope?
Someone's gonna catch on, Pete.
(sighs)
Well, I think everybody's
got a right to hear this.
Hey, over here. I
want you to see this.
It seems, uh, our
friend Allen here
wants out of the group.
DAN: What's up with that?
JASON: What's the deal, Allen?
I just wanted you all
to see my response.
Allen,
you've been a good friend,
so if you want out, well,
no hard feelings, all right?
No, serious, no hard
feelings. I'm serious.
Shake his hand.
Come on.
You want out, you're out.
( dramatic theme playing)
Whoa!
JASON: Stop it.
What are you doing?
DAN: Come on, Pete. JASON: Hey.
WOMAN: Wait a
minute. DAN: Come on.
(Allen grunting)
WOMAN: Let him up, Pete.
Come on, he didn't do
anything that bad. What are...?
DAN: What are you
doing? WOMAN: Stop it.
You know too much, Allen.
This is the only
way out, all right?
I'm in, okay?
Come on, get off of him.
He got the point.
Good, Allen. That's
what I like to hear.
(coughing)
What's wrong, Pete?
I've never seen
you like this before.
(panting)
Well, I'm just
fed up, that's all.
You know what I just found out?
My Dad just gave
another half a million
to some do-gooder
mission down on skid row.
Can you imagine that?
Like he hadn't
given away enough of
my inheritance already.
Well, come on, Al,
give us a big smile, okay?
Back in the group.
(chuckles)
(country music
playing over radio)
The usual, C.D.
♪ I'm the one ♪
♪ That made you crazy ♪
♪ She's the kind of girl... ♪
Jimmy, will you quit bringing
that damn health food in here?
Some of these people may
think I'm serving bad grub.
Well, maybe you oughta get
some health food on the menu,
attract a new customer.
Jimmy, we serve chili and beer,
not too-fu and goat milk.
Will you get my milk
and cookies, please?
In just a minute.
C.D., Trivette. Hey.
I want you to meet Joelle.
Nice to see you again.
Nice to see you too.
How do you do?
You hungry?
How would you like some
of the world's best pot roast?
Oh, that sounds good.
Well, it's better than good.
Can I talk to you? Yeah.
WALKER: What have you got?
TRIVETTE: The homicide
victim's name was Mark Ambros,
67 years old.
He was released
from a mental institution
six years ago, when they
had those health-care cutbacks.
Family unknown.
Lived the last years
of his life in the gutter.
And he died there.
Here we go.
(sniffs) Oh,
let's see if this tastes
as good as it smells.
Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
(sighs)
Jimmy, you ever see anyone
react that way to a carrot?
Maybe...
Maybe it needs
just a pinch of thyme.
You think so?
Yeah, I... I think so.
Yes, ma'am.
Yep.
This is a list of
the distributors
for those athletic
shoes in the Southwest.
I cross-referenced the metroplex
and narrowed it
to five possibles.
And no guarantee that they
were even brought there.
Not now, but it's
building the case.
So far the only
connection with the victims
is that they're homeless
and the attacks seem
to all have been random.
And they were all videotaped.
Yeah.
What kind of people
would do that?
Sick people.
What, for a rush? For kicks?
Right, I'm gonna
canvass the distributors.
Where do you
wanna go from there?
Well, we can't get
them to come to us,
so we'll go to them.
There we go. We're gonna go
home and get something to eat.
You're a nice
dog with nice hair.
Hey, old man, don't you
go giving that dog fleas.
Hey, man, we're talking to you.
My girlfriend wants a dog.
He's all I got.
Hand him over.
Give him back his dog.
Say what?
I said, give him back his dog.
Come and get him.
Give me the dog.
Here's your dog.
Thanks, mister.
I don't even know your name.
Doesn't matter.
Well, from now on, I'm
gonna call you Angel.
(dog yips)
MAN: Yeah, we need some
more over here if we got it.
MAN: That's my blanket.
Get your hands off my blanket.
So how long you been
down on your luck, Angel?
Just a few weeks.
As soon as I find a job
I'll get back on my feet.
That's just what I
thought eight years ago.
Eight years ago?
And counting. And then
it was only part-time work.
Once you end up down
here, it's hard to get out.
Before Nam, I thought
my future was all set.
Never got on track
once I got back.
You were there. Nam.
MAN 2: Yes. Come on,
give me a pull on that.
I heard something about a gang
beating people up around here.
You don't have
anything to worry about,
the way you handle yourself.
You heard about it, then?
Everyone knows to
sleep with one eye open.
Does anyone know who they are?
(dog yips)
Here, have some of
my famous potato soup.
Oh.
Mmm, it's good. You bet.
And after dinner, I got a
couple of fine cigar butts
I liberated from the hotel lobby
before they gave
me the old heave-ho.
I don't smoke.
That's okay. Nonsmokers
don't bother me a bit.
(ringing)
I'll get back to you
on that this afternoon.
Okay, Alex. Thank you, Alex.
Alex Cahill.
Miss Alex Cahill,
the assistant district
attorney, right?
Yes, it is. What
can I do for you?
Yeah, listen, I know
who's been beating up
those homeless people.
Who are you?
I need to know my options first.
If I testify against them,
can I get immunity?
Well, that depends
on what you've done.
Are you telling me that
you're involved in this?
Well, when we started
it was just drugs, girls,
and a lot of partying.
Now it's out of hand.
One guy's really losing it.
Well, why don't you
come into my office
and we'll see what we can do.
When?
Right now.
No, no.
Tomorrow's the best I can do.
I gotta talk to a lawyer first.
This is Alex Cahill.
I'd like to put a tap on my
phone regarding a capital case.
Lady, how about a buck?
Uh, no, I'm sorry.
Come on, lady, just
one buck. Come on.
Find out anything?
Well, everyone knows about
the attacks, but no one's talking.
Well, I got a call from someone
who says he's part of the
gang that's doing the attacks.
Who? Don't know.
Sounded young,
didn't give a name.
Said he'd have to think
about it and call me back.
You believe him?
He was frightened.
I think he was for real.
I put a trace on my phone
in case he does call back.
Good. Thanks for the buck, lady.
Don't spend it all in one place.
Here you go, ma'am.
There you go. Thank you.
This is crazy. One of these
bums is bound to know us.
That's what
makes it so exciting.
It's all part of the game.
Wouldn't your old man
be proud of you now?
God bless you. Same to you.
Jack comes down here and
he spends some of his time
under these deserted
buildings, see?
What's going on down there?
These guys have been
coming down here for weeks,
passing out money.
Thank you. There you go.
Hey, Jo. Come on, get in
front. Get some of this money.
Come on.
Here you go.
Here you go.
What are you looking at?
I said, what are you looking at?
Nice shoes.
What? Let's get out
of here. Come on.
Give me some of the money.
Hey, you wanna give me...?
WOMAN: Give me some. I
want some. Give me some money.
MAN: I've had it
with these freaks.
That guy really got to you.
Not like I'm gonna get to him.
Did you see the
way he looked at me?
There's something
wrong about him.
It's like he knew who I was.
Did you see who he was with?
It was that old bag lady, man.
The one who saw me
when we stomped that guy.
Well, then I say the next thing
we gotta do is get rid of her.
That'll take care of
two things at once.
There you are. I been
looking for you, Jack.
Yeah? Who's this?
He's a friend.
I'd like to talk to you, Jack.
About what?
About the guys that beat you up.
You a cop?
I don't want anything
to do with the cops.
I need to know the license
plate number of that car.
Forget it.
I don't want to get involved.
JOELLE: Jack, we're
already involved.
If you don't help
him, he can't help us.
Come on.
I appreciate your help, Joelle.
Hey, I appreciate your caring.
If you don't mind me asking...
how'd you wind up down here?
Years back, I was
a chef in Houston.
A nice job in a nice
restaurant, and a nice husband.
Two nice little girls.
Everything nice.
No, my daughters, they
were much more than nice.
They were sweet,
beautiful little girls.
Don't ask why, but I
let myself get to a point
where I couldn't face the
sunrise without a drink,
and then I'd spend
the rest of the day
just hiding the other drinks.
What happened?
Well, I picked my little girls
up from school one afternoon
and it was raining and I
had a couple of vodkas.
We never made it home.
I spent three weeks
in intensive care.
I couldn't even go to
my little girls' funeral.
And I pulled through
and I wish every
day that I hadn't.
Now I belong down here.
No one belongs down here.
You didn't hear me, friend.
I had my chance. I blew it.
Are you sure it's all right
for me to sleep here?
It's all set up.
Hey, you're a pretty
good guy for a cop.
You're a pretty good gal.
Thanks.
My dad won't be able to donate
any more money to this place.
Are you sure about this, Pete?
Yeah, you got a
problem with that?
Of course not.
I didn't think so.
Okay, start recording.
All right.
Light up. It's cocktail time.
TRIVETTE: Yeah, I got
that make you wanted.
Belongs to a Pete
Battle. No police record.
Registered to an
address in Highland Park.
High rent district.
It sure is. His father's
none other than Lane Battle,
one of the most
respected men in the city.
MAN: Fire!
There's a fire at
the mission on Third.
Call the fire department.
What is it?
My baby's still inside.
Where? On the second
floor, apartment 346.
Help him. Please help him.
(child cries)
Michael, we're
coming through. Got it.
Come on, let's go!
My baby!
My baby!
Oh, my God! I need a paramedic!
WOMAN: Let me go. My
baby. Let me go. My baby.
You okay? You okay?
Real good, Angel. Real good.
MAN: I got on a full tank.
Yeah, this is Trivette.
I need a name on whoever
lives at 2534 Silver Spur Drive.
That's all right.
I already know.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Oh, good shot.
There it goes.
Nothing like a
little brandy while
you're sitting by a nice fire.
Burn, baby, burn.
WOMAN: My baby. My baby.
WALKER: I need a paramedic.
WOMAN: Let me go.
My baby. Let me go...
Wait a minute.
PETE: It's him, damn it.
Where the hell did he come from?
I don't know. He just
showed up out of nowhere.
And where the hell's Allen?
He was supposed to be here.
I don't know. I haven't
seen him all day.
Well, I don't know about old Al.
I think we might have
to shut him up for good.
What do you mean?
Well, if he talks to
anyone, we've had it.
And I'm not gonna
let that happen.
PETE: But first things first.
To the homeless hero,
and his last day on Earth.
Cheers. Hear, hear.
We're gonna make sure.
Come on, we'll get that bum,
and then we'll take
care of our friend Al.
Thank you, judge.
Go find Walker and
pick up those boys.
Good as done.
Keep your eyes peeled.
I want this guy bad.
What if I told you I
was a Texas Ranger
and you're under arrest?
Well, that'd be the
last thing you ever said.
Wait a minute, he's gonna
take my car. Hey, wait a minute!
(horns honking)
(horns honking)
WALKER: You guys okay?
He went that way.
Yeah, we're okay, man.
What are you doing, baby?
Taking care of
evidence, that's what.
And then I'm out of here.
What about me?
What about you?
You son of a...
Pretty tough, beating up
women and the homeless.
Let's see how tough
you are in prison.
I'm not going to prison.
Oh, yes, you are.
Now, come on.
Okay, okay, okay.
(coughing)
And with the video and Allen
Talast testifying against them,
their prosecution is
gonna go off without a hitch.
Couldn't happen to nicer guys.
Or more stupid guys.
Filming their own
crime, for crying out loud.
Don't knock it. I wish all
my cases were this easy.
I wish there was an easy
solution for the homeless.
All that tax money going for
the needy all over the world,
why couldn't a little of
it drift in this direction?
That's because it's
not politically correct.
Mm-mm.
Oh, my goodness, don't
you look like a pretty new filly.
Thank you.
Here, here.
Thank you, thank you.
Coffee?
Yeah, yeah.
So how you doing?
Oh, a lot better,
thanks to you and C.D.
I really want to
thank you for helping.
Everybody on the streets
can sleep a little bit easier.
Tell them. Go ahead, tell them.
Um, you are looking at
the new assistant
chef at the Line Drive.
Oh, that's terrific, Joelle.
Oh, the new sports club.
Well, it's not the
Ritz, but it's a start.
Well, that's great.
I couldn't have
done it without C.D.
He introduced me to the
boss, who gave me a job
and gave me a place to live,
all because of C.D.'s
recommendations.
Well, I couldn't have done
it unless I believed in you.
Thank you, C.D.
To the Texas Rangers,
the best there are.
I'll drink to that.
(chattering)
C.D.: Well, I'm glad we
could get back down here
and serve these folks, Cordell.
Yeah, I know what you mean, C.D.
How you doing, friend?
Oh, well, I can't complain.
(chuckles)
Hey, C.D.
Well, I missed you
down here last time, Doc.
Well, sometimes I
don't remember so good.
I'm glad you remembered tonight.
Oh, I sure did remember tonight.
I got this famous
stew here tonight. Woo!
Let me see your
plate. Mmm, all right.
Give me some of that.
That sure look good.
It is. And I am hungry too.
There we go.
Thank you, C.D.
How about some
carrots there, sir?
Oh, thank you, yeah.
There you are. Take
care. Thank you, my friend.
You call him "Doc"?
Yeah, I don't know
what his name is.
Just call him Doc.
Got a lot of guts to
be out on the street.
I sure feel sorry
for these folks
down here, Cordell.
Too bad the politicians don't.
Yeah.
( ominous theme playing)
What are you doing?
Waiting for you, old man.
Got yourself some dinner there?
What? Wait a minute. Wait a
minute. What are you...? Help!
Help! Wait a minute.
Stop. Help! Help!
BOY: Come on. You like that?
(grunting, boys laughing)
BOY 1: Damn. Good, good.
Oh, help. Come on.
Help! Help me! Help!
BOY 2: Come on. Come on.
Come on, let's go.
Help!
Help, my God, please.
They're... They're killing him.
Who? Where?
Out there in the alley, please.
Take it easy, ma'am. Please.
(footsteps racing)
(tires squealing)
Look out!
(gunshot)
(grunting)
C.D., call an ambulance.
Just take it easy. Take it easy.
He's hurt, so watch him.
Oh, my God, Mark.
Take a right. MAN: Right here.
You go down there.
(car starts)
(tires squealing)
( dramatic theme playing)
(horns honking)
Come on, Pete, drive, drive.
Hurry up, man. I'm driving.
I can't get a read
on the license plate.
I'll try to get closer.
Watch it. Faster, Pete, come on.
(sniffs)
( light rock action
theme playing)
♪ In the eyes of a Ranger ♪
♪ The unsuspecting stranger ♪
♪ Had better know the truth ♪
♪ Of wrong from right ♪
♪ 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger ♪
♪ Are upon you ♪
♪ Any wrong you
do He's gonna see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas Look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
The Ranger's gonna be ♪
PETE: Is he gone? JASON: Yeah.
Well, all right.
(whooping, laughter)
(sighs) Yeah.
Woo!
They had guns.
Must have been cops.
All they saw was taillights
and exhaust, Allen.
Chill out, man.
No, there was an old
lady, saw Jason's face.
Some old rummy pushing a cart.
What's she gonna remember, huh?
Whew!
Yes. Yeah.
(laughter)
WOMAN (over radio): All
units, clear for a 148-19.
(speech continues
indistinctly over radio)
Unit 2, he's at
Third and Western.
Did anyone see anything?
That old lady did.
They had masks on.
Think it was a street gang?
Well, if it was, it
was a rich one.
How is he?
Beat up pretty bad.
Why would anyone wanna
do something like that?
Well, it's been happening
down here pretty frequently,
and people are just
too scared to talk.
If they don't tell
us what happened,
how are we supposed
to help 'em, C.D.?
That's a damn good
question, Jimmy.
This is a mean street.
Can't apply logic when
people are scared like this.
Let's take a look in the alley.
( somber theme playing)
( upbeat rock theme playing)
Hey, check this out.
The guy winged us.
Ah, no sweat. I'll fix
it myself. Come on.
(pop music with vocals playing)
We're back. Hi, baby.
Hi.
You got two calls
from your father.
London? Rome.
PETE: Well, he can
just send me a postcard.
Look at you. Mm! Woo-hoo!
Oh, yeah.
Hey, don't forget to
save some of this for me.
All right. My man
Pete up at bat.
(sniffs)
You got the tape,
Jas? Yes, I do.
All right, let's
punch it in, huh?
Let's go. WOMAN:
It's great, I know.
(women giggling)
Oh, this stuff is
great. Come on.
(woman sighs) WOMAN:
Mmm-mmm-mmm.
WOMAN 1: Come on.
WOMAN 2: You going?
I've seen a lot of things
in this job, Walker,
but this gets to you.
It's something you
never get used to.
You mean nothing's being
done to get people off the street.
That's about the size of it.
Shine your light down here.
TRIVETTE: Shoe print,
herringbone pattern.
What is that, a sphere?
Athletic shoe. New sole.
Doesn't look like anything a
homeless person would wear.
Think you can get
anything off of it?
Yeah, I'll try.
Okay, why don't
you finish up here?
I'm gonna go check on
that old man at the hospital.
(laughter) DAN: Great.
Hold on. I gotta rewind it.
(sighs)
Come on.
PETE: Here we go, boys.
Come on. Where is it?
(indistinct speech over TV)
There it is. There it
is. And here it comes.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah,
he's tagging him.
You're the man, Pete, yeah.
(laughing): Oh, yes.
(grunting over TV)
JASON: Is that me?
DAN: Oh, yeah. He's going down!
Pete, you're the man.
Yes, you are the man. No, you.
DAN: Oh, what a loser.
( dramatic theme playing)
DOCTOR 1: Six hundred.
All right, clear. (grunts)
Stay on 200. DOCTOR 2: Ready.
DOCTOR 1: Clear.
DOCTOR 2: Pump him
again. DOCTOR 1: Ready.
DOCTOR 2: Clear.
(EKG flatlining)
No.
He's flatlined.
( somber theme playing)
DOCTOR 1: All right,
we're gonna call it.
WOMAN (over PA):
3-1-1, paging Dr. Jones.
3-1-1.
Hey, look, you can't
bring that in here.
No panhandling allowed.
I am looking for somebody.
Keep your voice down.
Miss, miss, it's
okay. I know her.
I'm sorry about that.
I'm used to it.
You're that Ranger
from the mission.
They brought Mark
in here, didn't they?
Mark, is that his name?
Uh-huh.
What's his last name?
I know him from the park.
He likes to feed the pigeons.
Somebody ought to
be looking after him.
W-what is your name?
(sighs)
Well, who are you, Joe Friday?
You gonna give
me a parking ticket?
How's he doing?
Um... I'm afraid
he didn't make it.
I'm sorry.
Oh...
Yeah, well...
"Sorry" don't feed the
bulldog. (phone rings)
Yes, he is. Just a moment.
Ranger Walker, you
have a phone call.
Wait here. I'd
like to talk to you.
Walker.
ALEX: Walker,
Jimmy filled me in,
so I talked to Dallas P.D.
There's no ongoing investigation
into any assaults in that area.
What about police reports?
Just the usual for skid row.
Nothing like what
Jimmy described.
Men in ski masks
driving expensive cars.
You mean no reports were taken?
Things fall through the cracks.
I mean, some go
into an inactive file
if there's no leads or suspects.
It's not that the
police don't care,
it's just that their
time is better spent
on cases with solid leads.
Well, maybe a homicide
will get their attention.
The victim died?
Yeah.
( ominous theme playing)
Walker?
I'll call you back.
Where'd that lady go?
She left.
(indistinct speech)
Hey, Walker, you're
not gonna believe this.
I'm online with the
sneaker detective.
Sneaker detective?
Yeah, U.S. attorney in
Phoenix turned me onto him.
They nailed a Mob hit man
with this guy's
testimony last year.
He's known as "the
Sherlock Holmes of soles."
Did you find out anything?
Yeah, try this.
The print pattern is
unique to an athletic shoe
made by a company in London.
But I gotta tell you,
American-made is the way to
go on this one, if you ask me.
You're the expert, huh?
You gotta treat your feet right.
How much would they spend
for a pair of tennis
shoes like this?
Hundred, 150.
A hundred and fifty dollars?
Yeah.
What about distribution?
I'm working on it.
Now, look,
they're made with
hand-carved molds,
so each one's slightly
different from the other.
I'm having transparencies sent
so I can place them
over the shoe print
until I get a match.
How about the bag lady?
I didn't even get her name.
But you think she knows
more than she told you?
Yeah, I'm sure of it.
You keep on this. I'm
gonna see if I can find her.
All right.
( melancholy theme playing)
Be careful. Right.
(woman shouts indistinctly)
(man speaking Spanish)
(indistinct speech)
(laughter)
♪ It has not always
been That nice... ♪
MAN: That was very nice.
(man coughs)
Got a little agitated.
I've been looking
everywhere for you.
Why didn't you wait?
I had important
business to take care of.
More important
than Mark's death?
Murder, you mean.
He was murdered.
Look, I want you to tell
me your name this time.
Princess Diana, but
you can call me Joelle.
Joelle,
I want you to tell me everything
you know about the beatings.
Well, it started about
three months ago.
Everybody down
here knows about it.
So do the cops.
They don't care.
Well, they do care.
No, they don't. They don't.
They're not interested in
people like me and Mark.
Well, I'm not gonna
argue with you.
Did you recognize
any of these guys?
Look, I don't
wanna get involved.
Well, you are involved,
whether you like it or not.
Joelle, these guys
aren't gonna stop.
Now, you say no
one wants to help,
but I do.
But I can't do it alone.
Okay.
I think I saw one
of the guy's faces.
His mask came off when they...
They were beating Mark.
And one of them had a camera,
like he was recording
the whole thing.
You think you
could identify him?
Maybe. I don't know.
It all happened so fast.
Do you know any of the
others that were beaten?
One, yeah.
He's my friend, Jack.
I think he could
remember the license plate.
Let's go find him.
Well, you gotta
bring me back here
because my shopping cart is
stashed around here, all right?
Okay, all right,
I will. Let's go.
♪ Nobody... ♪
MAN 1: Okay, just
put it right over there.
Don't mixed it with my stuff.
MAN 2: I seen her last week.
WOMAN: But I ain't
seen her in a long time.
MAN 3: Raoul.
(man speaking Spanish)
Everybody down
here has a routine.
Same haunts.
They make the same rounds,
same time of day.
( ominous theme playing)
Hey, oh, no. I heard
about you folks.
You stay... Stay
back there or I'll shoot.
PETE: Go ahead,
do it. (gun cocks)
(gunshot)
Wait here.
(gun clicking)
PETE: You gonna shoot me, man?
(indistinct shouting)
(grunting)
No, no, no.
(grunting)
DAN: All right,
come on. Come on.
JASON: Let's get outta here.
(whimpering)
Don't move, don't move.
It's gonna be all right.
(clattering)
D-d-don't shoot.
Come out of there. Come on.
(indistinct speech over radio)
You say that was his gun?
He tried to shoot at
them. I don't see any blood.
MAN: Well, he was
shaking like a leaf.
He was too scared
to hit anything.
And you didn't see their faces?
I told you, they were
wearing ski masks.
Come down and make a statement.
I already made a statement.
Well, when we get there,
you can give us another one.
And you're sure one of the
guys was using a video camera?
As sure as I'm standing here.
( somber theme playing)
(sighs)
Well, it's gotta be
the same bunch.
'Course it's them. That's
what I've been trying to tell you.
Okay, let's get outta here.
( upbeat rock theme playing)
Come on, Pete, you can do it.
(cheering)
DAN: Come on, Pete.
Yeah, you got three
minutes, 40 seconds.
All right, you're
the man. (laughs)
Woo!
What's the matter, Al?
Your trust-fund check bounce?
(all laughing)
We need to talk, Pete.
Alone.
Well, sure.
Always time for a friend.
Wow.
What's so important?
I want out. (laughing)
(sighs)
Listen, I won't say
anything to anyone.
I just can't take the
pressure anymore.
It's not just for laughs.
That guy the other night died.
So, uh, the stakes are raised
and you want out 'cause we
pushed the envelope a little?
Envelope?
Someone's gonna catch on, Pete.
(sighs)
Well, I think everybody's
got a right to hear this.
Hey, over here. I
want you to see this.
It seems, uh, our
friend Allen here
wants out of the group.
DAN: What's up with that?
JASON: What's the deal, Allen?
I just wanted you all
to see my response.
Allen,
you've been a good friend,
so if you want out, well,
no hard feelings, all right?
No, serious, no hard
feelings. I'm serious.
Shake his hand.
Come on.
You want out, you're out.
( dramatic theme playing)
Whoa!
JASON: Stop it.
What are you doing?
DAN: Come on, Pete. JASON: Hey.
WOMAN: Wait a
minute. DAN: Come on.
(Allen grunting)
WOMAN: Let him up, Pete.
Come on, he didn't do
anything that bad. What are...?
DAN: What are you
doing? WOMAN: Stop it.
You know too much, Allen.
This is the only
way out, all right?
I'm in, okay?
Come on, get off of him.
He got the point.
Good, Allen. That's
what I like to hear.
(coughing)
What's wrong, Pete?
I've never seen
you like this before.
(panting)
Well, I'm just
fed up, that's all.
You know what I just found out?
My Dad just gave
another half a million
to some do-gooder
mission down on skid row.
Can you imagine that?
Like he hadn't
given away enough of
my inheritance already.
Well, come on, Al,
give us a big smile, okay?
Back in the group.
(chuckles)
(country music
playing over radio)
The usual, C.D.
♪ I'm the one ♪
♪ That made you crazy ♪
♪ She's the kind of girl... ♪
Jimmy, will you quit bringing
that damn health food in here?
Some of these people may
think I'm serving bad grub.
Well, maybe you oughta get
some health food on the menu,
attract a new customer.
Jimmy, we serve chili and beer,
not too-fu and goat milk.
Will you get my milk
and cookies, please?
In just a minute.
C.D., Trivette. Hey.
I want you to meet Joelle.
Nice to see you again.
Nice to see you too.
How do you do?
You hungry?
How would you like some
of the world's best pot roast?
Oh, that sounds good.
Well, it's better than good.
Can I talk to you? Yeah.
WALKER: What have you got?
TRIVETTE: The homicide
victim's name was Mark Ambros,
67 years old.
He was released
from a mental institution
six years ago, when they
had those health-care cutbacks.
Family unknown.
Lived the last years
of his life in the gutter.
And he died there.
Here we go.
(sniffs) Oh,
let's see if this tastes
as good as it smells.
Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.
(sighs)
Jimmy, you ever see anyone
react that way to a carrot?
Maybe...
Maybe it needs
just a pinch of thyme.
You think so?
Yeah, I... I think so.
Yes, ma'am.
Yep.
This is a list of
the distributors
for those athletic
shoes in the Southwest.
I cross-referenced the metroplex
and narrowed it
to five possibles.
And no guarantee that they
were even brought there.
Not now, but it's
building the case.
So far the only
connection with the victims
is that they're homeless
and the attacks seem
to all have been random.
And they were all videotaped.
Yeah.
What kind of people
would do that?
Sick people.
What, for a rush? For kicks?
Right, I'm gonna
canvass the distributors.
Where do you
wanna go from there?
Well, we can't get
them to come to us,
so we'll go to them.
There we go. We're gonna go
home and get something to eat.
You're a nice
dog with nice hair.
Hey, old man, don't you
go giving that dog fleas.
Hey, man, we're talking to you.
My girlfriend wants a dog.
He's all I got.
Hand him over.
Give him back his dog.
Say what?
I said, give him back his dog.
Come and get him.
Give me the dog.
Here's your dog.
Thanks, mister.
I don't even know your name.
Doesn't matter.
Well, from now on, I'm
gonna call you Angel.
(dog yips)
MAN: Yeah, we need some
more over here if we got it.
MAN: That's my blanket.
Get your hands off my blanket.
So how long you been
down on your luck, Angel?
Just a few weeks.
As soon as I find a job
I'll get back on my feet.
That's just what I
thought eight years ago.
Eight years ago?
And counting. And then
it was only part-time work.
Once you end up down
here, it's hard to get out.
Before Nam, I thought
my future was all set.
Never got on track
once I got back.
You were there. Nam.
MAN 2: Yes. Come on,
give me a pull on that.
I heard something about a gang
beating people up around here.
You don't have
anything to worry about,
the way you handle yourself.
You heard about it, then?
Everyone knows to
sleep with one eye open.
Does anyone know who they are?
(dog yips)
Here, have some of
my famous potato soup.
Oh.
Mmm, it's good. You bet.
And after dinner, I got a
couple of fine cigar butts
I liberated from the hotel lobby
before they gave
me the old heave-ho.
I don't smoke.
That's okay. Nonsmokers
don't bother me a bit.
(ringing)
I'll get back to you
on that this afternoon.
Okay, Alex. Thank you, Alex.
Alex Cahill.
Miss Alex Cahill,
the assistant district
attorney, right?
Yes, it is. What
can I do for you?
Yeah, listen, I know
who's been beating up
those homeless people.
Who are you?
I need to know my options first.
If I testify against them,
can I get immunity?
Well, that depends
on what you've done.
Are you telling me that
you're involved in this?
Well, when we started
it was just drugs, girls,
and a lot of partying.
Now it's out of hand.
One guy's really losing it.
Well, why don't you
come into my office
and we'll see what we can do.
When?
Right now.
No, no.
Tomorrow's the best I can do.
I gotta talk to a lawyer first.
This is Alex Cahill.
I'd like to put a tap on my
phone regarding a capital case.
Lady, how about a buck?
Uh, no, I'm sorry.
Come on, lady, just
one buck. Come on.
Find out anything?
Well, everyone knows about
the attacks, but no one's talking.
Well, I got a call from someone
who says he's part of the
gang that's doing the attacks.
Who? Don't know.
Sounded young,
didn't give a name.
Said he'd have to think
about it and call me back.
You believe him?
He was frightened.
I think he was for real.
I put a trace on my phone
in case he does call back.
Good. Thanks for the buck, lady.
Don't spend it all in one place.
Here you go, ma'am.
There you go. Thank you.
This is crazy. One of these
bums is bound to know us.
That's what
makes it so exciting.
It's all part of the game.
Wouldn't your old man
be proud of you now?
God bless you. Same to you.
Jack comes down here and
he spends some of his time
under these deserted
buildings, see?
What's going on down there?
These guys have been
coming down here for weeks,
passing out money.
Thank you. There you go.
Hey, Jo. Come on, get in
front. Get some of this money.
Come on.
Here you go.
Here you go.
What are you looking at?
I said, what are you looking at?
Nice shoes.
What? Let's get out
of here. Come on.
Give me some of the money.
Hey, you wanna give me...?
WOMAN: Give me some. I
want some. Give me some money.
MAN: I've had it
with these freaks.
That guy really got to you.
Not like I'm gonna get to him.
Did you see the
way he looked at me?
There's something
wrong about him.
It's like he knew who I was.
Did you see who he was with?
It was that old bag lady, man.
The one who saw me
when we stomped that guy.
Well, then I say the next thing
we gotta do is get rid of her.
That'll take care of
two things at once.
There you are. I been
looking for you, Jack.
Yeah? Who's this?
He's a friend.
I'd like to talk to you, Jack.
About what?
About the guys that beat you up.
You a cop?
I don't want anything
to do with the cops.
I need to know the license
plate number of that car.
Forget it.
I don't want to get involved.
JOELLE: Jack, we're
already involved.
If you don't help
him, he can't help us.
Come on.
I appreciate your help, Joelle.
Hey, I appreciate your caring.
If you don't mind me asking...
how'd you wind up down here?
Years back, I was
a chef in Houston.
A nice job in a nice
restaurant, and a nice husband.
Two nice little girls.
Everything nice.
No, my daughters, they
were much more than nice.
They were sweet,
beautiful little girls.
Don't ask why, but I
let myself get to a point
where I couldn't face the
sunrise without a drink,
and then I'd spend
the rest of the day
just hiding the other drinks.
What happened?
Well, I picked my little girls
up from school one afternoon
and it was raining and I
had a couple of vodkas.
We never made it home.
I spent three weeks
in intensive care.
I couldn't even go to
my little girls' funeral.
And I pulled through
and I wish every
day that I hadn't.
Now I belong down here.
No one belongs down here.
You didn't hear me, friend.
I had my chance. I blew it.
Are you sure it's all right
for me to sleep here?
It's all set up.
Hey, you're a pretty
good guy for a cop.
You're a pretty good gal.
Thanks.
My dad won't be able to donate
any more money to this place.
Are you sure about this, Pete?
Yeah, you got a
problem with that?
Of course not.
I didn't think so.
Okay, start recording.
All right.
Light up. It's cocktail time.
TRIVETTE: Yeah, I got
that make you wanted.
Belongs to a Pete
Battle. No police record.
Registered to an
address in Highland Park.
High rent district.
It sure is. His father's
none other than Lane Battle,
one of the most
respected men in the city.
MAN: Fire!
There's a fire at
the mission on Third.
Call the fire department.
What is it?
My baby's still inside.
Where? On the second
floor, apartment 346.
Help him. Please help him.
(child cries)
Michael, we're
coming through. Got it.
Come on, let's go!
My baby!
My baby!
Oh, my God! I need a paramedic!
WOMAN: Let me go. My
baby. Let me go. My baby.
You okay? You okay?
Real good, Angel. Real good.
MAN: I got on a full tank.
Yeah, this is Trivette.
I need a name on whoever
lives at 2534 Silver Spur Drive.
That's all right.
I already know.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Oh, good shot.
There it goes.
Nothing like a
little brandy while
you're sitting by a nice fire.
Burn, baby, burn.
WOMAN: My baby. My baby.
WALKER: I need a paramedic.
WOMAN: Let me go.
My baby. Let me go...
Wait a minute.
PETE: It's him, damn it.
Where the hell did he come from?
I don't know. He just
showed up out of nowhere.
And where the hell's Allen?
He was supposed to be here.
I don't know. I haven't
seen him all day.
Well, I don't know about old Al.
I think we might have
to shut him up for good.
What do you mean?
Well, if he talks to
anyone, we've had it.
And I'm not gonna
let that happen.
PETE: But first things first.
To the homeless hero,
and his last day on Earth.
Cheers. Hear, hear.
We're gonna make sure.
Come on, we'll get that bum,
and then we'll take
care of our friend Al.
Thank you, judge.
Go find Walker and
pick up those boys.
Good as done.
Keep your eyes peeled.
I want this guy bad.
What if I told you I
was a Texas Ranger
and you're under arrest?
Well, that'd be the
last thing you ever said.
Wait a minute, he's gonna
take my car. Hey, wait a minute!
(horns honking)
(horns honking)
WALKER: You guys okay?
He went that way.
Yeah, we're okay, man.
What are you doing, baby?
Taking care of
evidence, that's what.
And then I'm out of here.
What about me?
What about you?
You son of a...
Pretty tough, beating up
women and the homeless.
Let's see how tough
you are in prison.
I'm not going to prison.
Oh, yes, you are.
Now, come on.
Okay, okay, okay.
(coughing)
And with the video and Allen
Talast testifying against them,
their prosecution is
gonna go off without a hitch.
Couldn't happen to nicer guys.
Or more stupid guys.
Filming their own
crime, for crying out loud.
Don't knock it. I wish all
my cases were this easy.
I wish there was an easy
solution for the homeless.
All that tax money going for
the needy all over the world,
why couldn't a little of
it drift in this direction?
That's because it's
not politically correct.
Mm-mm.
Oh, my goodness, don't
you look like a pretty new filly.
Thank you.
Here, here.
Thank you, thank you.
Coffee?
Yeah, yeah.
So how you doing?
Oh, a lot better,
thanks to you and C.D.
I really want to
thank you for helping.
Everybody on the streets
can sleep a little bit easier.
Tell them. Go ahead, tell them.
Um, you are looking at
the new assistant
chef at the Line Drive.
Oh, that's terrific, Joelle.
Oh, the new sports club.
Well, it's not the
Ritz, but it's a start.
Well, that's great.
I couldn't have
done it without C.D.
He introduced me to the
boss, who gave me a job
and gave me a place to live,
all because of C.D.'s
recommendations.
Well, I couldn't have done
it unless I believed in you.
Thank you, C.D.
To the Texas Rangers,
the best there are.
I'll drink to that.