Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 3, Episode 8 - Line of Fire - full transcript

Case number CF100-293.

J.P. Stout, defendant.
Felony: Controlled substance.

Two hundred pounds of marijuana?

Yeah, I need to
initial it for court.

(door buzzing)

Rooks.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Another day in court.

(door buzzing)

Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!

What's the matter?
Did you get it?

Yeah, I got it.
It's the last of it.

It's our friend, Arnette.
We keep crossing paths.

He's on to us, Fargo.

He knows.

We can't just let that go by.

(car engine starting)

This had better be good, Alex.

The Cowboys were tied
with the Oilers in overtime.

Arnette doesn't
know who to trust.

He won't talk to anyone but you.

Here he comes.

(car shuts off)

Walker, what's it been,

two, three years since
that bust in Laredo?

Yeah, seems like it, Cliff.

Alex, uh, thanks
for setting this up.

You bet. I told Walker that
you had some information

that's gonna make
some heads roll.

Yeah. It was a task-force
bust. We hit a cocaine mill.

Four hundred and fifty pounds
were signed in as evidence.

Now they're gone.

Looted and switched
out for milk sugar.

Someone must've figured
that nobody'd get near it

until they needed it for trial.

No, no. This is much bigger

than just switching
out the cocaine.

I was in the evidence room...

(tires screeching)

(gunshots)

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

( light rock action
theme playing)

TRIVETTE: I don't know, man.

What'd you guys
stumble into, huh?

Somebody had to be pretty
crazy to wanna take out a cop.

He was a good
cop. One of the best.

Thing is, cocaine switch
had to be an inside job.

The only people who have access

to the evidence locker are cops.

Yeah, I know.

(horse snorting)

Here you go.

Thanks.

Can't I get a
smile this morning?

I'm sorry. You know me.

Till I get through that
first cup of coffee...

What's wrong, J.C.?

You left the bed last
night. I heard you pacing.

Just got some things on my mind.

What things?

Something's been
worrying you for a while now.

Well, there ain't no sense

in worrying you
too, now, is there?

Look, I just dug
myself a little hole and...

I gotta find my way out.

Something to do
with him, isn't it?

Ever since you were
partnered with Fargo.

J.C., please, what kind
of trouble are you in?

Oh, bad as it gets.

Hey, don't you wait up for me.

I love you.

( suspenseful music playing)

Oh, this is crazy.

Hey, who knows what
Arnette told that Ranger

and that lady DA
before we took him out?

We gotta put a cap on this.

Come on, the courthouse
with people and cops?

That's my edge. Be cool, baby.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Keep it running.

The night the Rangers
were ambushed,

you stated that you were
exiting the Domino Club

at approximately 11:40.

No.

I must've been
mistaken about that.

(crowd murmuring)

Mr. Davies, we have
your sworn testimony.

I was confused.

Are you saying

that you did not see the
Rangers gunned down

and you did not see
Mr. Cutter directing the hit men?

I only saw shadows.

I can't identify
anyone for certain.

(crowd murmuring)

(judge banging gavel)

Mr. Davies, are you aware
of the penalty for perjury?

I'm just not sure.

Your Honor, if this is the
prosecution's key witness,

then I'm afraid we're duty-bound

to move for an instructed
verdict of, uh, not guilty...

Your Honor, the
prosecution moves

for a dismissal
of all the charges.

(crowd chattering)

Like to kick his...
Easy, counselor.

At least the judge let
me dismiss the case

so we can retry.

I am gonna slap perjury
charges on Davies

and then I'm gonna put
this case back together.

He got to the witness.

I mean, there's
no way you could...

You could predict that, right?

(indistinct conversations
in English and Spanish)

Dad, he has my belt
buckle. That's the man!

Alex. (screams)

MAN: Watch yourself. Get down!

(crowd screaming)

( action theme playing)

Call an ambulance!

Go on the next floor.
I'll stay down here.

Look out!

You guys head out back.
I'll take the parking lot. Go.

(breathing heavily)

So this is what it
feels like to be shot.

Thank God you're
alive to feel it.

( rock theme playing)

Can you believe it? I get
shot in the courthouse,

witnesses everywhere,
cops everywhere,

and no one saw a thing.

The question is "why?"

Why would anyone
wanna shoot you?

I do have some
enemies, you know?

I wonder if it had
anything to do

with that meeting with Arnette.

Do you guys remember
that kid in the courthouse,

the one pointing his
finger at the shooter

like he knew who he was?

Yeah, I remember him.

He was shouting
something at his father?

Something about a belt buckle.

Well, obviously the
family had business there.

I'll just check and see what
cases were being heard.

No, we'll do that.

Guys, I'm okay.

Alex, you're not checking
anything for a few days.

What, did women
suddenly lose the vote?

The vote's 2 to
1. Majority rules.

I have three cases
I'm preparing.

Then maybe you should
prepare them behind closed doors.

Trivette? Walker?

End of discussion, Alex.

Who do you guys think you are?

(woman talking indistinctly
over loudspeaker)

The majority.

The bailiff says he
remembers the boy's family.

Hope it's the right boy.

What was he in court for?

Boy's father was charged
with, uh, staging cockfights.

He pleaded no contest.

Is this us?

(crowd cheering and shouting)

Just in time. I love a party.

Texas Rangers. We're
looking for Carlos Morales.

We don't know
him. And you people

got no right to keep
shutting us down.

I think you have us
confused with someone else,

but if there's something
illegal going on here,

I'm sure we're all ears.

Look, amigo, we're
not looking for trouble

if you're not
looking for trouble.

Do you see this?

And do you see this?

I'd advise you to back off.

Well, I'm glad that worked.

Yeah, me too.

I don't feel very
physical today.

MAN 1: Let's go, let's go!

(indistinct shouting in Spanish)

MAN 1: Come on, let her go.

MAN 2: Aye!

You in? You in?
You in? Okay, you in?

Morales gets busted for this,

he's right back at it same
day he comes out of court.

In my country there's nothing
against the law about it.

Cockfighting is just
a sport of my people.

Why are we always being
hassled for something

that's a part of our culture?

Because you're in
Texas, Mr. Morales,

and the law says it's illegal.

You're not here to talk
about the matches, are you?

No, we're here about the
shooting at the courthouse.

Your son was with you.

We'd like to talk to him.

Kiki.

(speaks in Spanish)

Hi, Kiki. I'm Ranger Walker.

At the courthouse,
the man with the gun,

you were pointing at him
like you knew who he was.

He had my belt buckle.

Your belt buckle?

It had a gamecock
engraved on it.

A lot of people in Texas
might have that buckle, Kiki.

Not that one. My
father had it made

especially for me
on my birthday,

then that guy stole it.

Hombre came to
the fights one night

so drunk he could hardly
stand. I wanted him thrown out.

He flashed a badge.

Wait a minute, a badge?

Sí, a badge. Rousted us.

Made us all pay up.

That's when he saw
the buckle, Kiki's buckle.

I'd been showing it off.
He took it for a souvenir.

You're telling us
this was a cop?

Do you know his name?

Are you closing us down?

I'm sending Animal Control
out here tomorrow morning.

Shut it down yourself and
there'll be no arrests, okay?

Ranger.

The cop was with
another guy. Big bettor.

You got his name?

Name's Hicks.

Miller Hicks?

I'm not surprised you know him.

He's a bad man.

Thanks.

TRIVETTE: "Bad"
is not the word, man.

I'm remembering assault and
armed robbery just for starters.

Hicks is a physical dude.

Question is, what's
he doing outta the joint?

That's a good question,

especially when we
just put him in there.

(rock music playing over
speaker, crowd chattering)

I think he's very
nice. I really like him.

WOMAN: Hey, hey.

Excuse me, ladies.

Excuse me.

(whistles loudly)

We're looking for Miller Hicks.

You said you weren't
feeling physical today.

Did I say that?

Yes.

Now, you've either
got a hearing problem

or an attitude problem.

I wouldn't even think about it.

Now, I don't like barroom fights
and I don't like broken glass,

so, everybody, let's
keep it polite, please.

Now, my partner
asked you a question.

Where's Miller Hicks?

Ah! Oh!

(groaning)

( tense theme playing)

Ugh! Oh!

Hello, Miller.

Ugh!

You know what happened

the last time you
tried that, Hicks.

Now, you've got a
friend who's a cop.

I know lots of cops.

This cop took a belt
buckle from a little kid.

It's nothing to do with
me. Get off my case, man.

You know me, right, Hicks?

Yeah.

And you know I'm a man

not to be fooled
with, right, Hicks?

Yeah.

Well, this cop shot a
very close friend of mine.

You know how that makes me feel?

No.

Like ripping
somebody's head off.

Fargo. Hank Fargo.

( peaceful theme playing)

(humming)

(doorbell ringing)

Shoot.

Who is it?

WALKER: It's Walker.

Come on in, Cordell.
I'm just having breakfast.

How's the room service?

Best doggone eggs in Texas
and the fatback is outta sight.

So Alex is a good cook, huh?

Done this myself.

How's she doing?

She's going
absolutely stir-crazy,

that's how she's doing.

How much longer are
we gonna have to do this?

Until we find the shooter.

And the shooter could be
a cop named Hank Fargo.

A cop tried to shoot me?

Well, that would fit with
what Arnette was saying.

Have you ever heard
of this cop, Hank Fargo?

No.

Neither have I.

And that bothers me.

Well, Dallas is a big
city. There's tons of cops.

Yeah, but I generally
know all of them

by the time they make detective.

You wanna find out about a
cop, you go to Personnel, Cordell.

Well, Trivette's
down there right now.

How much did Arnette
say to you on the phone?

He just called to
set up the meeting,

and you heard
everything that I did

before he was killed.

Hmm.

If you had 450
pounds of cocaine,

what would you do with it?

Burn it.

Sell it. It's worth a fortune.

And who would you sell it to?

Well, that much, you'd
have to have an organization.

Mafia?

Augie Danzig could
handle that much.

How about your favorite
defendant, Mitch Cutter?

Maybe.

He's new, but he's moving up.

And he's got a bigtime
grudge against you too.

You know, the pieces
are beginning to fit.

I remember the last
thing Arnette said,

that this is bigger than
the missing cocaine.

Right.

( tense theme playing)

TRIVETTE: Reason you
don't know Hank Fargo

is because he
transferred out here

about six months
ago from New York,

special assignment.

Tough cop. He cleared
a lot of cases for us.

But he's also gotten a lot
of flak for excessive force

and one charge of
falsifying evidence.

Mmm.

Any means to an end, huh?

So the department hooked
him up with this man.

Officer J.C. Rooks.

Rooks is just the
opposite of Fargo.

Joe Average, by
the book, married.

Got a little ranch out in Plano.

Maybe he's in over his head,

if you wanna count the
boat out in Lake Tyrell,

but then, most of the
world runs a little behind

on their credit cards.

What's their assignment?

Rooks is Fargo's contact.

Fargo's undercover,

following the cocaine trail
to the big brokers down here.

Let me guess. Mitch Cutter.

See, now, that's
what I was thinking.

If Fargo's undercover, then
he's one of the good guys.

So why does this buckle business
point to him as the shooter?

Well, that's what
we gotta find out.

Why don't you go talk to Rooks?

Where you going?

I'm gonna talk to
the big man himself.

(man breathing)

Mr. Cutter.

CUTTER: Take it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cutter,
I told him not to...

You must think because you
wear a badge you can press me.

What are you doing here,
Walker? What do you want?

I'm here to talk to you
about 450 pounds of cocaine

missing from the
police-evidence room.

(laughs)

Oh, my. I think you boys
better improve your security.

What do you know about it?

Don't know anything
about any cocaine.

I guess you don't know
anything about someone

trying to kill Alex
Cahill either, do you?

Or the killing of a good
cop named Arnette?

Don't know who killed
Cock Robin either.

Now what?

We know who the shooter is.

That's what I came
here to tell you.

And we're gonna get him to talk.

And when he does talk,
we're gonna get a name.

Your name.

I think you'd better leave now,

before I send you
out on a stretcher.

You walked out
of that courtroom,

back into the good life,

but don't get
used to it, Cutter,

because I'm gonna take you down.

Get him outta here.

(grunts)

(grunts)

Well, just goes to show you,

if you want
something done right,

you just gotta do it yourself.

I'm waiting.

Oh, for you, I wouldn't
even break a sweat.

I'm still waiting.

No.

I'm not gonna give you a chance

to flash the badge.

Yeah, sure.

You're all talk,
Cutter, and no show.

(telephone beeping)

Yeah.

Meet me at the dam,
Lake Lavon, one hour.

Rooks too.

Well, I'm sorry, I
already told you,

he's not home right now.

Yeah, I guess I
should've called.

He left in a hurry, I
don't know where to.

All right, well, have him get
to me when he can, all right?

Jimmy Trivette
or Cordell Walker.

Ranger.

Is he in any trouble?

Well, I just need
to talk to him.

Is this anything to
do with Hank Fargo?

As a matter of fact, it is.

I'll tell him to call you.

Thank you.

( slow theme playing)

CUTTER: I don't know how
they're supposed to know.

He just said he knew
who the shooter was.

How can they know
anything? We had masks.

If they knew anything, they'd
be all over us. They're bluffing.

Okay, look,

it doesn't matter anyway.
It's time to call it quits.

Now, you just tell your
commander your cover's blown.

He'll pull you off my case.

You go back to New York,
you go back to your desk,

and everybody's happy
just as soon as I find

a buyer for the cocaine.

No. Now, look, guys, uh...

I can't stand this anymore.

Look, I... I just
want out, all right?

You can have the
coke and the money.

Hey, hey, don't
get spooky on us.

We're almost home.
Walker's bluffing.

That what you say?

Just hold it together a little
while until I find a buyer.

Tomorrow morning, you get a car,

and you meet me at the
dolphin-marina loading ramp,

or so help me, I'll... I'll dump
that stuff right in the lake.

Hey, hey. Hey, this is the big
one. Your share is $2 million.

Hold it together a
little while longer.

Now, you're not hearing
me. I don't want it.

I-I don't want the money.

I-I don't want the dope
on my boat anymore.

I-I just want that all this never
happened. I just want out.

Okay, okay, okay. I have no
problem cutting up your share.

We'll see you
tomorrow, and after that,

we never heard of you.

Oh, man. I must've been crazy.

How'd it ever get this far, huh?

Damn.

He always was the nervous type.

Nervous types make
me nervous, you know?

'Cause you never know
what they're gonna do.

It's just till tomorrow morning.

You know where the boat is?

No, but we can find it.

He could be a
problem. He's all right.

You think so?

Good.

Because he's your
responsibility now.

And if he screws up...

I'm gonna have to
take it up with you.

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

J.C., a Ranger was just here.

Um, a Mr. Trivette.

Do you know him?

Ranger, huh?

J.C., it's time
for you to tell me.

Now, what does all of this mean?

It means they're not bluffing.

It means I need to make a deal.

What? J .C., what'd you say?

Look, uh, I'm gonna
explain it all to you later.

Honey, I... I love
you, and uh...

I am so sorry.

What? J.C.?

(beeps)

(beeping)

Ranger Trivette, please.

Ranger Trivette, this here
is, uh, J.C. Rooks, and, uh...

I need to talk to you.

Where are you now?

No, sir, n-not here.

Y-you know the Old,
uh, the Old Post Road?

Yes, I do.

All right, we'll meet you there.

All right.

(phone beeps)

( slow theme playing)

We were being cops, good cops.

Fargo worked his way
deep into Cutter's syndicate

and our cover got blown.

And Cutter and his goons,
they weren't gonna kill just us,

they threatened our
families, everything.

Then he decided he was
gonna make us a deal.

He said, "You
keep on being cops,

only you'll do me some favors."

Well, first, we...

Well, we just
went along with it.

And then there
was all that money.

And Fargo got into
that. He really loved that.

And one day, jackpot,
450 pounds of cocaine.

Now, I got that. I got
that all stashed in my boat.

Who killed Arnette?

Fargo. And I was driving.

And we know that's the
same thing, God forgive me.

We thought Arnette was on to us

when we made that
switch for the cocaine.

Whose idea was it?

That was Cutter's.

Will you testify to that?

That's why I'm
here. Yeah, I will.

( menacing theme playing)

How's Rooks?

He's dead.

There he goes. Let's go.

(tires screeching)

Take the wheel.

What?

We gotta try and take him alive.

You crazy?

(gunshot)

(yelling)

You all right? I'm fine.

How is he?

He's hurt bad.
Call an ambulance.

(panting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(yells)

(laughing)

Don't leave it all
in the gym, baby.

Rooks is dead, Cutter,
but we got Fargo.

He's in the hospital
safe and sound.

Rooks? Fargo? I...

You know, the cops
that went undercover,

and you turned
them to work for you?

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

Well, you will when Fargo talks.

Alex Cahill's gonna
get his testimony,

and she's gonna
put you away forever.

You killed a cop, Cutter.

Big mistake.

Invasion of my privacy,
constant harassment

could get you killed, Ranger.

Like I said, Cutter,

you're all talk and no show.

( ominous theme playing)

Come here.

Time to sweep up.

First order of business,
take care of that lady DA.

And, you, you finish Fargo.

He's in the County
General Hospital.

What about Walker?

Him?

Well, we'll just have to, uh,

come up with
something special for him.

(knocking on door)

WOMAN: Please, can somebody
help me? There's been an accident.

(knocking continues)

There's been an accident.
My husband, he's been hurt.

Please, sir, can I
use your phone?

Yes, ma'am. You just
come right on in this house.

We've been
waiting for you, lady,

or somebody just like you.

But you weren't expecting
me, were you, old-timer?

Now, where are you
hiding that lady DA?

I know. You weren't
expecting me.

Ah, just... Slow.

Where do you think you're going?

God, that felt good.

You've been hanging
around with Cordell too long.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(wind blowing)

(elevator dings)

(equipment rattling)

(grunts)

You wasted your time.

Fargo's been dead
for several hours.

Then he couldn't talk?

Nope.

But you can.

(elevator dings)

Everything's locked
up on our end.

And C.D. wants to know

if retirees can put
in for hazard pay.

What about Alex?

Let me tell you, she's
got a great right hook.

What? She okay?

Oh, yeah, safe and sound.
Everybody's accounted for.

Everyone but Mitch Cutter
and the missing cocaine.

( slow theme playing)

(door opens)

Let's talk boats, Mrs. Rooks.

Let's be very sure where
we're going, Mrs. Rooks,

'cause you won't be happy
with the pain of rejection.

Here. This one?

All right, come here.

All right, now, you
get on down below,

and you stay out of my way.

Get down there.

All right, now, let's
tear this boat apart.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

TRIVETTE: Jim, we're
looking for a white,

32-foot cabin cruiser
called Party Girl.

Rooks says that's where
the drugs are hidden.

WALKER: Trivette. Yeah?

You see that stretch limo?

TRIVETTE: Cutter
rides in a stretch like that.

Yeah.

Land the chopper
behind the yacht club.

Mr. Cutter. Yeah?

Jackpot.

Great. All right, put it back.

We're getting on outta here.

(yells)

(grunting)

(grunts)

( suspenseful theme playing)

No place to run, Cutter.

Well, let's just
see what you got.

Showtime.

(yells)

( action theme playing)

(groans)

Broke my nose, Walker.

You'll look better in prison.

(grunting)

(groans)

You had enough?

I'm gonna kill you, Walker.

I guess not, huh?

Come on, tough guy.

I hope I don't have
to carry you. Come on.

Walker, how much money you got?

I don't have any
since I invested

in that stock venture of yours.

Why?

Excuse me.

Because they're gonna
be auctioning off this boat.

Trivette. Let's go.

But...

They got two refrigerators.

(people laughing,
chattering indistinctly)

WOMAN: Do you guys wanna
get another beer before we go?

Nope, there's nothing
worse than a bad cop.

That's for sure, C.D.

That moral edge,

that's the best weapon
an officer's got in the field.

Makes him a good guy.

C.D.: Otherwise
it's just a gunfight,

and who's got the fastest gun.

Well, I made this batch
up special for you, hon.

C.D.: I'm gonna teach
Alex how to cook,

and she's gonna
teach me how to box.

Well, how do you like it?

Perfect.

Almost.

Almost?

It's not hot enough.

That's not hot enough?

Are your taste buds dead, honey?

For crying out loud,
my chili is always hot.

Heat is the essence
of good chili.

That's hot enough to burn
the hair of an old man's ears.

For crying out loud,
were you born on the sun?

I'll see you guys later.

Where are you going?

I've got a belt buckle

for a special little guy.

( upbeat theme playing)