Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 4, Episode 19 - The Avenger - full transcript

Trivette, this is
Special Agent Daniels.

Trivette, this is my
partner, Carl Bishop.

This is James Wilson.

He's the main man on this
deal. He carries a pair of 9 mils.

He's a real wild one.

And he's cagey as hell too.

It took all my
powers of persuasion

to convince the
guy he should sell us

some illegal automatic weapons.

Yeah, you should've seen
it. Took us four meetings.

Is that so?

I was ready to quit, but
not old Wild Phil Daniels.

Knock it off, Carl.

You're embarrassing
me, kid, really.

When is Wilson due to arrive?

If he's on schedule,
and he always has been,

about ten minutes.

Gives me just enough time
to lay out the ground rules.

What ground rules?

Ah, don't get me wrong.

I know you Texas Rangers
are good at what you do,

but when working with
local law enforcement,

I like to make
everything crystal clear.

This is a federal bust,

and you boys have
been good enough

to provide us with backup.

Backup, nothing more.

Unless you get in a jam.

That's not gonna happen here.

I've made Wilson a believer,

guaranteed. There's
no guarantees in this.

You know that, Phil.

You've never worked
with me before, Walker.

It's the big leagues now.

¿Comprende?

What do you want us to do?

Drive your truck over
there behind those bales,

stay out of sight,

and when Bishop
here takes his hat off,

you boys come in and mop up.

He's awfully confident.

Too confident.

You cover the kid.
I'll cover old Wild Phil.

Hey, guys.

How's it looking?

No sweat.

Got the merchandise?

It's in the back.
Let's see the green.

Right this way, boys.

What is this?

It's a double-cross.

You guys lose, we win.

Oh, c-come on, Wilson.

I thought we were gonna
do some business here.

We are doing business.

My kind.

Something's wrong, Trivette.

Hey. W-wait. You
gotta give us a chance.

Okay.

You can try and run.

No! W-wait. Well,
you can't do this.

Listen, you can't do
this. No, no, you... Listen.

We're not who you think we are.

No, no, we're
federal agents. No.

You can't kill us. No!

For God's sakes,
I'm begging you.

Texas Rangers! Drop your weapon!

Let's go. Get down!

You all right?

Hey! Look out!
Hey! Are you crazy?

Give it up, Wilson!

You're blocking my exit, Ranger!

We're not letting you out.

You best move or
I'm gonna start killing!

Why don't you stop and
think about what you're doing?

I said, get! Or the
kid's gonna be first.

Give it up!

I warned you.

I'll get a doctor.

Hold on, kid.

Federal agents, huh?

Well, at least I
didn't beg for nothing.

And your time's coming.

Your time's coming
real, real soon.

♪ 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 ♪

Our information
is that you train

the finest fighters in
the world, Major Hooks.

So I'm very excited
to interview these men.

Well, Mr. Milovic, you
won't be disappointed,

but when you want the
finest, you gotta pay the price.

And what exactly
is the price, major?

Well, we'll get to that.

Stack that ammo over there.

Hey, Calder. I thought you'd
be back in the States by now.

I saw this at the
airport in Nairobi.

It's about your brother.

Well, what the hell...

made him think he could
do this all by himself?

Terribly sorry, Caleb.

If there's anything I can do...

Yeah.

Please, make the
funeral arrangements.

Any of you boys
wanna make top dollar?

Wait a minute, major.

These men have been promised

to the Serbian
provisional government.

I cannot believe that
you're gonna refuse

to honor the terms... Shut up!

You fat...

slimy, scum,
Serbian sack of crap.

I repeat,

do you boys wanna make a...

sack of money?

We're with you,
major. What is the job?

I want him.

I want him.

Walker.

Yeah, what you got, Jed?

Yeah.

Any progress on the
mysterious James Wilson?

Progress?

About to put this
baby to rest, lady.

Who was he really?

Yeah. Trouble.

First of all, there is no
police record on his prints,

so Walker suggested
we go through the military.

Good hunch.

Fingerprints were finally ID'd
as one Randall Jackson Hooks,

a reservist, ROTC candidate

while he was attending
college in Georgia.

Doesn't sound like a gunrunner.

Tell us about it.

College, ROTC, good student too.

Then about a year ago,
he dropped out of school.

Out of sight.

Then he shows up last week in
charge of an illegal-arms sale?

It doesn't make any sense.

Yes, it does.

The name Hooks rang a bell,

so I called a friend
in Washington.

Missing piece of the puzzle?

Yeah.

Major Caleb Hooks,
U.S. Army Special Forces.

Discharged for the
good of the service.

Went to work for
the highest bidder.

Trained mercenaries,
and also dealing in...

Guess what.

Illegal arms.

You got it.

And Randall Hooks is a relative?

His younger brother.

So, what's old Caleb
Hooks up to now?

Well, the last time
they heard of him,

he was being held
in some Angolan jail.

Looks like the little brother
took over the family business.

And it blew up in his face.

Case closed?

Looks that way.

A young man with all
that he had going for him,

he ends up dead

because he wants to
be like his big brother.

It's a real shame.

Yeah.

Hello?

It's Phil Daniels.

I know it's late, Walker,

but I've gotta see you, to talk.

Please.

Sure, come on over, Phil.

I'll be there in 30 minutes.

Okay.

Hi, Phil, come on in. I
got some coffee for you.

What happened?

Powerful stuff.

Bring down a water buffalo.

You're Caleb Hooks.

That's right.

And you're under arrest

for the murder of my brother.

You have the right
to remain silent,

or you can say
anything you want,

as long as you
understand that, in the end,

it will be my truth

and my justice
that will be served.

Recognize this?

Tiger cage,
VC-prisoner-of-war style.

Since both of us
did time in Nam,

I thought it'd be
only appropriate.

I know all about you, Walker.

Former Marine captain,
picked up a Silver Star,

a Navy Cross

while you did your time
in sunny Southeast Asia.

And now a hotshot Texas Ranger.

A major bust to your
credit. More medals of valor.

Your brother was
gonna kill a child.

I had no choice.

Oh...

Yeah, I lived in one of these

for about eight
months and three days.

Charlie carried me
from village to village.

"Uncle Ho's
Traveling Freak Show.

"Come and see
the American officer

squatting in his own filth."

I escaped, Walker. I escaped.

And when I did, I paid 'em back.

I'm a firm believer
in payback, Walker.

That's how I got my Silver Star:

payback.

What's the matter? A
little disorienting, isn't it?

This particular
drug works like that.

You think you've shaken it,
then it just comes rushing back.

Night, night.

Hey, Walker, it's Trivette.

Hey, man...

Unit on emergency,
you have a message.

Right now.

Mr. Jameson, I'm gonna
head back to my office, all right?

How'd this happen?

I don't know.

But I'm sure as
hell gonna find out.

Mr. Jameson, you need
me for anything else,

you know where you can find me.

Uh, Ranger Trivette,

this is a homicide
of a federal agent.

It's our jurisdiction,
not yours.

I got no problem with that.

Have all the
jurisdiction you want.

My partner's out
there. I'm gonna find...

And my partner is lying
in there with a slug in him.

When I find Walker,
I'll find out who did it.

No, not without me you won't.

With your permission, sir.

All right, Carl.

You've got 48 hours, with
Agent Bishop as backup.

After that, we take over.

Let's go.

There you go, Walker.

Have a drink, there, captain.

Gotta keep your strength up...

for the trial.

What kind of trial?

Well, it's the kind of trial
you and I will understand best.

No jury, no judge, no lawyers.

Just cold steel and guts
to back it up, Walker.

Trial by combat... with them.

What do you say?

Thattaboy.

Bishop.

Caleb Hooks escaped
from that Angolan prison

nearly six months ago.

Claimed asylum in Kenya

and started a school
for mercenaries.

Is he our man?

One thing Walker always told me

is you go after the guy
with the biggest ax to grind.

That guy killed your
partner and he's got mine.

Get up.

You all set?

It's your party.

Now you're talking.

You know, Walker, there's
something very strange.

Even though you
killed my brother...

And you will pay for it.

I have this affinity...

Feeling...

I guess it's respect.

Now, maybe it's because

Cordell Walker's not just
a simple Texas Ranger,

and I'm certainly not
one of your ordinary,

run-of-the-mill mercenaries.

Is that right?

Don't patronize me, Walker.

We're very much
alike, you and I,

even though I'm the villain
and you wear the white hat.

In different circumstances,

it could've been the
other way around.

You made your choice,
Hooks, and I made mine.

Ah-ah.

Mr. Righteous.

We'll see how noble you are

when you're reaching
for that one more breath.

Oh, one more thing, Walker.

You'll be fighting in the dark.

Lights.

You broke my arm!

Give it up.

Never.

Lights.

He's dead.

Yeah.

We're cut from the
same cloth, Walker.

We're not the same, Hooks.

You kill because you
like it. I had no choice.

Four hours rest.

Give him some meds and
let him clean himself up.

Kiely was one of us,
major. And he killed him.

Oh... Kiely made a mistake.

You'll go to school
on Kiely's lesson.

Take the captain home.

Hey, Bishop.

What's up?

I needed some air.

All right, you got the
computer access code?

I don't have access
to that information.

I told you that.

Well, then you gotta
pull some strings, man.

We gotta get all the
information we can on Hooks.

Half of it's classified.
It's in the files.

I am sick of looking for
Hooks from a computer.

You know, you're... You're
the big Ranger around here.

Where are your local contacts,
your snitches who owe you one?

Why do I have to put
my career on the line?

Hey, what...?

This isn't about those
classified codes, is it?

It's about your dead
partner, Daniels, right?

I just keep seeing
him begging for his life.

Begging, Trivette.

Phillip Daniels.

I guess I felt about him
like you feel about Walker.

To see Phil crack like
that, that was bad enough,

but to know that he probably
gave up Walker to Hooks...

It's just eating me
up on the inside.

I mean, he was
the best of the best.

This guy was a
legend in the agency.

And you're thinking because
he cracked, you might crack.

Yeah.

Yeah, something like that.

All right, listen to this.

Everybody's got
a breaking point.

It's just pure luck that
most of us get through life

without having to face it.

I'll remember that when
we bury him on Friday.

Whoa, wait.

Listen, the funeral.
Hooks' kid brother.

Don't you just wonder who
handled the arrangements?

Might be something in that.

I'll pray. I'll pray.

You're a cool number, Walker.

That's what I like about you.

I always wanted
that in my brother,

but he always
went off halfcocked.

You sent for your
brother, didn't ya?

No.

Sure, you did. That's
why he left school.

No.

He could've stayed.

I just happened to
mention that I could use him.

But, uh, I never
gave him an order.

No.

Paid for his college.

But that didn't
obligate him to quit.

No, Randy made that
decision on his own.

To die at 22?

And I got the man
that killed him.

Do you?

I'm probably repeating
myself, Walker,

but you and I have
a lot in common.

Both military. Both officers.

Both Nam.

And both half Indian.

Except you're Cherokee
and I'm Comanche.

My old man was full-blooded.

I understand that
your old man was killed

when you were just a kid.

Unfortunately, I
had to live with mine.

He was a mean drunk.

An abuser.

You're a good listener, Walker.

You'd have made
a hell of a priest.

Ah, your rest
period's about over.

All right, Walker,
you'll begin unarmed.

It's just like life.

A series of obstacles,

one a little more
difficult than the next.

And a hard life
deserves a reward.

So as you can see,

if you can reach yours
before your opponent,

why, you'll have one
hell of an advantage.

The punji sticks
are for the loser.

Are you ready?

Go.

Kill him, Chen.

I'm gonna carve you up, Ranger.

I want him now.

Now, where's your
professional pride, Jamal?

Let him rest. You'll
get him tonight.

To hell with professional pride.

Don't ever say that to me.

You win.

Everything was handled
through Evan Calder,

attorney at law.

Do you know him?

Yeah, he moved to Dallas
from London a few years back.

Makes a hefty salary
working for the bad guys.

Well, let's get him in here.

No, we're gonna ambush
this guy on his own turf.

We need to catch him off-guard.

Do you know how to
play Good Cop, Bad Cop?

Sure, I saw it in a movie once.

No sweat.

All right, you're the good cop.

Cool.

Here he comes.

Well, Ranger Trivette,
how good to see...

Cut the blue-blood
routine, Calder.

Agent Bishop and I are
here on police business.

Agent? Ah, call me Carl.

Just wanna ask you
a couple of questions

about a client of yours.

Which client? I have many.

Caleb Hooks.

I want you to give me
a list of all the properties

that he might've leased recently
he could be using for a hideout.

A hideout?

And I want the list now.

Now, look here, Trivette,

this is all bloody
irregular, and I do not...

You were authorized
to take custody

of the brother's body, correct?

What?

Uh, well, yes, but...

And if I don't have that list
in my hand within the hour,

I'm gonna hit you with the
full weight of the state of Texas.

And the Federal Immigration

and Naturalization Services.

Immigration?

That's right.

Agent Bishop is gonna make
sure that your little green card

and your little lucrative
business gets vaporized.

S-simply for
representing an expatriate

in the disposition of
his brother's body?

I really cannot see what
that has anything to...

Believe it.

I have evidence that
this expatriate is in Dallas.

He's responsible for
murder and kidnapping,

and we'll have him,
or you, incarcerated.

Excuse us just a
second. Pardon us.

I don't think that Mr. Calder

is foolish enough
to risk his career.

Look, I... Or deportation!

You got 45 minutes.

I'll fax you the list.

You do that, or I'm gonna
land on you and explode, mister.

Right. Right.

I'll let you boys
know when to start,

and you can get it on.

I'll be the referee.

Oh, yeah, there's one
little added attraction.

Round three.

Put it down.

You won't shoot, major.

Really?

My turn.

Now it's just you
and me, Walker.

All right, let's go.

No blocking up the door.

Let's go!

- Stay there.
- Let's move.

All right, Gunnerling,
take the left side.

Yes, sir.

Pick around that machinery.

Hold it, hold it.

Take up your position.

Must've been Hooks'
backup-supply dump.

But is this where
they're keeping Walker?

Still two more locations
left on Calder's list.

We'll know when
we check 'em out.

Let's go!

Let's move, let's move!

You'd have made a
good mercenary, Walker.

But your ideas are so
confused about right and wrong.

This is the way men who respect
each other should fight, Walker.

True to our blood
and our heritage.

This used to be Comanche land,

till the Rangers drove us off.

Now I'm gonna
drive a Ranger off.

And true to my Comanche
blood, I'm coming after your scalp.

Because when I take it,

your spirit and your courage

and your strength will
be all mine, Walker.

Let's go, come on.

Move in.

Spread out.

Site secure.

All right.

Sir. Over here, sir.

Hold on.

Get an ambulance!

I've been holding on.

No use.

I faked my way this
far, but no damn use.

Not anymore.

Come closer, brother rat.

I've got something to tell you
about a slime named Caleb Hooks.

Great day to die, Walker.

Your brother didn't think so.

Oh?

Randy talked tough,

but he was afraid to die.

Really?

You know how it was in Nam.

Kids so scared...

that they wet their pants.

Just like your brother did.

I'm gonna cut your
lying tongue out.

Very good.

You pushed the
right button, Walker.

How's the arm?

I'll live. How's the ribs?

Ah, just a scratch.

This next one's gonna hurt ya.

What are you gonna
do, talk me to death?

Another ten miles. About
ten minutes at this speed.

All right, simple math,
we go twice as fast.

Well done, captain.

Where's Hooks?

He's inside.

Bishop, get him. Let's
get you some help.

Sounds good to me.

Sergeant, down this way.

Let's get you to the hospital.

♪ '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 ♪