Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 8, Episode 20 - The General's Return - full transcript

When Detective Steven Nimh who infiltrated the organization of Billy Lo and has given Walker very useful information about Lo's operations. Walker feeling that Lo might be suspecting that he has a mole in his organization wants Nimh to pull out. But Nimh sensing that something big is going down decides to stay in. But Lo sets him up and is killed. So Walker with what info Nimh gave them tries to get Lo. At the same time Nimh's father who's a friend of Walker's comes and tries to help his grandson deal with his loss and some other problems.

( light rock action
theme playing)

( mysterious theme playing)

(chatter)

MAN 1: Hey, man! What do you
want me to do with these oranges?

MAN 2: Stack 'em
next to the apples.

MAN 1: And the bananas?

MAN 2: Same place.

MAN 1: All right, man, got it.

It's 5:00 in the morning.

I sure hope what they say
about the early bird is true.

We're about to find out.
Here come the worms.

TRIVETTE: That
means the guns are here.

VINH: Hey. MAN:
How's it goin', man?

VINH: It's all yours,
ese. MAN: Good.

GAGE: Okay then. Uh,
you just go again and sign...

Sign right there. What?

Just sign for me right there

for the 300 pounds of
rice you guys ordered

from the co-op. That
was you guys, right?

I didn't buy no 300
pounds of nothing.

Oh. Oh, you know what?
You're right. I'm sorry.

It says here you bought
yourself a little jail time.

I'm a Texas Ranger.
VINH: Rangers...

(grunting)

( action theme playing)

Chinese AK-47 assault
rifles, and just like last week,

Steven Nimh's
tip was right again.

Yeah, but he's been
undercover too long.

How long has he been
under? Eight months.

Oh, man. That is a long time.

SYDNEY: That's 500
assault rifles we've confiscated

in the last three months.

And it's all because
of Steven Nimh.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Trivette.

Steven, I don't think
that's a good idea.

All right, I'll talk to Walker.

Speakin' of the devil.

That was Steven Nimh?

Says he needs to meet with us.

That's not a good idea.

That's exactly what I told him.
He said it's pretty important.

Well, it must be for him
to jeopardize his cover.

He said he'd meet with us

at the canals at
Las Colinas at noon.

He said look for a homeless guy.

Let's go.

(chatter)

( ominous theme playing)

This wasn't a good idea, Steven.

I know, but they
trust me, Walker.

Besides, this is too important.

What have you got?

Rhode's planning
some big shipment,

something from Southeast
Asia, but I'm not sure what.

Maybe it's time we busted 'em.

No, not yet, Walker.

I did some snooping around
one of their warehouses,

and I found this.

(metal clinks)

WALKER: Looks like
some kind of a machine part.

Yeah, but to what?

I'll run it through the system.

Thanks.

WALKER: As soon
as we find out what it is,

we're gonna take 'em down.

Okay.

BOY: Ow, Mama, Mama.

WOMAN: Peter, hold
still. It won't hurt. See?

No, oh.

Stay still. Stay still.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What happened? Nothing.

That bully beat him up, again.

What?

It's about time I had
a talk with his father.

Dad, you... You can't.

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

MAN: Steven, meet me at
the range. We need to talk.

I'll be right there.

I gotta go.

Peter, we'll talk more
about this when I get back.

Okay, sport?

(gunshots)

(laughs)

Yee-haw!

Right through a
bullet-proof vest.

Every gangbanger in Dallas
should have one of these.

Hey, Billy. Heard
you wanted to see me.

That's right, Stevie Boy, I did.

(laughs)

I thought we should
have a little chat.

About what?

About how the Texas
Rangers found out

about our little transaction
down at the produce market.

And how would I know that?

It's funny you should ask,

because the only two people
who knew about that deal

were you and me,

and I know I didn't tell anyone,

so that leaves you, Stevie Boy.

( ominous theme playing)

(grunts)

I was lying, but now I know.

(bones crack)

Get rid of him,

someplace a cop
should be buried.

(men speaking in Vietnamese)

(chatter)

(siren wailing)

Have Forensics check the body

as soon it gets to
the morgue, okay?

Sanitation workers
found the body

when they were
emptying out the dumpster.

We already have a positive ID.

It's Steven Nimh.

( ominous theme playing)

( 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 ♪

(trumpets playing "Taps")

MAN: Thus, we must say
farewell to our comrade,

Detective Steven Nimh,

who gave his life
in the line of duty.

Our prayers are
with Detective Nimh,

and our thoughts
are with his family.

MAN: Ready, aim, fire!

Ready, aim, fire.

Ready, aim, fire.

(man yells indistinctly)

Mrs. Nimh, this is for you,

and my deepest condolences
on the loss of your husband.

(yells indistinctly)

( melancholic theme playing)

(sobbing)

I'm sorry I could
not get here sooner.

(sobbing)

What am I gonna do?

How am I gonna
live without Steven?

We'll find strength in
each other, my daughter.

And we have Peter
we must think about.

You're right, Father.

General Nimh.

Walker, it has been
too many years.

Yes, sir, it has.

It's good to see you, my friend,

even at such a difficult time.

Yes. Trivette, this
is Steven's father,

General Nimh. My
partner, Trivette.

General, it's an
honor to meet you.

Sir.

You two met in Vietnam?

Yes, we did. We saw a
lot of combat together.

He saved my life more than once.

TRIVETTE: General Nimh,

your son was an honor
to the Department.

Thank you. Walker...

you will catch the
man who did this.

Yes, sir,

if it's the last
thing I ever do.

(tires screeching)

( ominous theme playing)

(chatter)

Everything accounted for?

Yeah, Billy, it's all here.

Good.

Start putting them together.

You got it.

(man speaking in Vietnamese)

(dog barking)

( melancholic theme playing)

(car doors closing)

Peter, you wanna show
Grandfather to the guest room?

I-I'm sorry.

No, there's no need.
He's in much pain.

I know, but I don't know
what to do with him.

He won't talk to me.

He'll be all right.
He'll be all right.

Hey. I've scanned this
machine part into the computer.

That'll give me a chance to
compare it to the database.

Well, we just talked
to the delivery guys

that we busted at
the produce market.

Their attorney really
wants to make a deal,

but we got nothin' to trade.

They were a blind hire.

Where were they hired?

Well, they were
hired where Steven

first went undercover,
at Café Exit.

Trivette, let's go check it out.

( mellow theme playing)

(doorbell rings)

Alex, what are you doing here?

I just wanted to see

if there was anything
that you need.

Come in.

(computer beeping)

(birds chirping)

Michelle, let me help
you. Alex, I can do it.

No, really, it's...
Alex, I said I can do it.

I'm sorry. I just... It's okay.

Just sit here for a minute.

I shouldn't have snapped at you.

It's okay, Michelle, really.

I just can't believe
Steven's really gone.

I always knew this could happen.

I always had this fear that...

I'd get a knock on the door...

or a phone call in
the middle of the night

telling me... Michelle,
I am so sorry.

I'll be fine.

It's Peter I'm worried about.

He's never been able
to deal with his emotions.

All he does is sit in that
room with his computer.

It's not healthy, Alex.

Everyone has
different ways of coping.

You might be right, but still,

now that his father's gone...

I really don't know what to do.

(typing on keyboard)

( action theme playing)

Whatever you
want, we're out of it.

Wow, Walker, what would
you like that they're out of?

Well, since they're
out of service,

how about information?

Can't help you.

Did you see that rat?

Wow, that was one
big rat, wasn't it?

What are you guys talkin' about?

There wasn't any rat.

I'll call the Department
of Sanitation.

And the Board of Health.

You can't do that.

Yes, I can.

Oh, all right, all right.
What do you wanna know?

Information.

About a new Vietnamese
gang working in Little Saigon.

BARTENDER: I don't
know anything about that.

You seem to be very
interested in our conversation.

You know anything?

Look, I don't know anything.

WALKER: What about this?

(men yelling)

My turn.

( ominous theme playing)

What do you want, Lo?

Hello, Stone.

Do you mind if I help myself?

I asked you a question.
What do you want?

It's not what I want,
Stone. It's what you need.

Oh, yeah? And what do I need?

What I've got.

A weapon that will destroy
anything that moves.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(horn honking)

WALKER: Guess what, Binh?

We had a talk with
the people at INS.

Oh, yeah? TRIVETTE: Yeah, boy.

They've been lookin' for you.

Seems you have quite a
criminal record in Vietnam.

You do remember
what the prisons are like

over there, don't you?

Listen, Binh, it's simple.

If you don't talk, we're
gonna get a deportation order

so fast it's gonna
make your head spin.

Yeah, right. You know how long

it takes to get a
deportation order?

Well, I guess it depends
on who you know.

One deportation order.

Now all we have
to do is file it.

In 24 hours you're gonna be
on a plane back to Vietnam.

Now do you know anything?

Let's file it, Trivette.

All right, wait.

Okay, here's what I know.

Billy Lo is the
guy you're after.

He came to Little
Saigon with his crew

a couple of months ago.

Where do we find
him? How would I know?

Just 'cause I heard talk,

that don't mean I
actually met him.

(dog barking)

GENERAL NIMH: Time
passes by so quickly.

You've asked me to come
to visit so many times,

thought of coming so many times.

I always managed
to put it off, and now...

I cannot tell my
son one more time...

that I love him.

Father, Steven
knew you loved him.

I'll go get dinner ready.

( tender theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

Come on, cut it out.

Get off me.

GENERAL NIMH: Stop that! Hey!

Stop.

Now, kid, just get off him now.

Come on. Go home. Go.

MAN: Way to go, son.

(laughs)

Come on. Let's go home.

Peter?

( dramatic theme playing)

I've been running the
image of that machine part

through the database.

So far I keep comi" up dry.

Let me see that.

( mysterious theme playing)

Trivette, check with Interpol.

See what the Chinese
have in the way

of rocket launchers.

Rocket launchers?

Yeah, they're popular
with criminals in Asia.

Got it.

(beeping)

It's part of the
triggering mechanism.

Man, if these
weapons hit the street...

I wonder if they're being
smuggled into the States

as machine parts.

Trivette, see who
in Little Saigon

is importing machinery
from Southeast Asia.

(computer beeping)

TRIVETTE: Two companies.

Little Saigon Imports and
the Far East Trading Company.

All right, you two check the
Far East Trading Company.

Trivette and I'll check
out Little Saigon Imports.

SYDNEY: Okay.

Why does that boy
want to fight you?

He doesn't want to
fight me, Grandfather.

He wants to beat me up.

I see.

Well, perhaps we
should make that

more difficult to accomplish.

Come, grandson. We
have a lot of work to do.

( mellow theme playing)

What are you doing?

Getting to know my grandson.

(chatter)

Well, that operation is so clean

you could eat grits off it.

Grits? Yeah.

You actually eat grits?

Yeah, are you kidding?
They're delicious.

A little butter, some ham hocks,

you could even
put salsa on there.

Never face your
opponent straight on.

It gives him too
many areas to attack.

Always stand slightly sideways.

Try this way. Good.

Now bring your hands up.

Relax them. Good.

Now most people
are right-handed.

They're gonna try to hit
you with their right hand.

You block with the
left, punch with the right.

Oh, don't bring it
back. Just punch.

Good. Try that one more time.

Up with the left,

punch with the right. Very nice.

One more time.
Up with the left...

( ominous theme playing)

(men speaking in Vietnamese)

TRIVETTE: Texas Rangers.

(man speaks in Vietnamese)

( action theme playing)

(grunting)

Walker, here's Little Saigon
Imports' accounting disk.

Let's check it out.

(computer beeping)

What do you make of that?

WALKER: It's in Vietnamese,

and I can't figure
out what it's saying.

Is it encrypted? It must be.

All right, I'll call the
FBI, send it to Quantico.

Okay, in the meantime,
let's go talk to Peter Nimh.

The boy? Why?

Well, he knows Vietnamese
and he's a computer genius.

Ready, Peter?

Block, punch.

Front kick.

(groans)

One more time.

Just the front kick.

And front kick.

(groans)

I'm not gonna learn this.

Grandson, the only time we fail

is when we stop trying, okay?

One more time.

(car approaching)
(whispers indistinctly)

And you think I
can break the code?

We'd like for you to try, Peter.

(computer beeping)

(men speaking in Vietnamese)

( ominous theme playing)

Here. This is what
I was talking about.

Brand new from China.
Have a closer look.

Nice.

Yeah? No.

I know just how
to take care of it.

These things look nice, Lo,

but what can they really do?

Funny you should ask.

One of the men in Ranger custody

is talking about my business.

I can't have that.

MAN (over PA): Sergeant
Boyce to processing.

Sergeant Boyce to processing.

(chatter over radio)

(man yelling indistinctly)

Hi. OFFICER: Hi, Rangers.

What have we got?

Henry Ben, John
Chow, and William Vu.

Now all three of 'em may be
tied to some pretty bad dudes,

so Walker would like to put 'em

in an isolation unit
pending their arraignment.

Well, I have to get that
approved with my CO,

but if that's what
Ranger Walker wants,

I don't see any problem.

Right. Okay, thanks.

You bet. Keep them
in the van till get back.

(chatter over radio)

( action theme playing)

All right, I guess
you're driving.

(helicopter whirring)

What's that all about?

I don't know.

Now you'll get to see firsthand

what the RPG-7 is capable of.

(metal screeching)

( dramatic theme playing)

( action theme playing)

(Lo laughing)

They're everything
you said they were.

So how many do you want?

All of 'em. All of them?

Yeah, with that much firepower,

I can take out all
my competition.

That you can, Stone.

( suspenseful theme playing)

GAGE: Texas Rangers.
Hold it right there.

(grunts)

(gunshots)

You okay?

Yeah. You okay? Yeah.

We got an ID on the guy
with the rocket launcher.

Johnny Tang. He
was paroled last year.

His job sheet says he works
in a place called Chan's Garage

down in Little Saigon.
Thought we'd check it out.

Okay.

I can't. I've uploaded
everything from my disc

to my hard drive and ran
it through my hex-editor,

but I still can't figure
it out. I just can't.

It's okay, Peter.
Thanks for trying.

I'll give a call to Quantico,

see if they've come
up with anything.

Yeah.

It's okay, grandson.

( ominous theme playing)

I want this thing to
look completely different

when we're done.

Rangers.

Just play it cool.
I'll handle them.

How you doin', guys? Hi.

We're Texas Rangers.

Can we talk to you for a minute?

No English.

Can I help you?

Yeah, we need to ask
you some questions.

We need some information on a
guy by the name of Johnny Tang.

What about Johnny?

Well, he was shot and killed

right in front of the
county jail yesterday.

You wouldn't happen to know
anything about that, would you?

Look, lady, I don't know
what you're talkin' about.

I'm a mechanic. I do
repairs and body work.

Yeah, you know, you
guys are pretty good.

It's not easy coverin'
bullet holes like this.

(grunts)

( action theme playing)

( soft theme playing)

Ready?

Don't just pull with your hand.

Turn with the hip.

Okay, one more time.

The other way.

I'll never be good at this.

Grandson, the only
limitations we have

are the ones we
place on ourselves.

Never forget that.

All right.

That's enough
for today. Help me.

(computer beeping)

(chatter)

I'm gonna call Quantico,
see what's goin' on.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Trivette.

Well, the guys from Chan's
Garage, not sayin' a word.

Everyone's too afraid to talk.

TRIVETTE: Okay, thank you.

Quantico is close
to breakin' the code,

but not quite yet.

( ominous theme playing)

(men speaking in Vietnamese)

You brought the cash?

An investment in the future.

(laughs)

(computer beeping)

GENERAL NIMH: The
only limitations we have

are the ones we
place on ourselves.

(typing)

Grandfather!

What is it, Peter?

I did it. I broke the code.

Good boy. Let's
call Uncle Walker.

(phone ringing)

Walker.

Great. Thank you, General Nimh.

Hey, Peter Nimh
cracked the code.

The disc contains a
record of Lo's operations,

and his headquarters is a
warehouse in Little Saigon.

64 Commerce Street.

( dramatic theme playing)

Here they are. Twelve of the
deadliest weapons in Dallas.

Nice.

Yes, yes, they are,

but I've been thinking
about what you said, Stone.

What?

You said these
weapons will eliminate

all the competition.

So what are you gettin' at?

I've decided not to
give you my guns...

just my bullets.

Tough luck, guys. You
picked the wrong boss.

(men grunting)

All right, let's move it.

Once we get rid
of the competition,

Dallas will be ours.

( dramatic theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(siren wailing)

I'll flank 'em.

(grunts)

(officers yelling)

(yells)

Don't shoot. We give up.

OFFICER: Get out. Come out.

(men speaking indistinctly)

OFFICER: Come out, come out.

Hurry up.

OFFICER: On your knees.

On the ground.

OFFICER: You, on the ground.

Hurry up.

(grunts)

( triumphant theme playing)

Get up.

The killer of my son has
been brought to justice.

Thank you, Walker.

Well, we couldn't have
done it without Peter's help.

Speaking of, isn't that Peter
coming down the street?

( soft theme playing)

I'm gonna kick your butt.

(groans)

MAN: Hey, what are you doin'?

Get up. You gonna let that
punk boy do that to you?

Get your punk butt up
here and get in that house.

I can't believe how you
embarrassed me back there.

You loser.

Excuse me.

Come on. I wanna see this.

Sir, may I have a word with you?

What the hell do you want?

(groaning)

I understand. Yeah.

Okay, okay, yeah.

Wow, Grandfather,
what did you do to him?

It's not what I did, Peter.

It's what he thought I would do.

Well, you must've
said something to him.

I did. I told him
that from now on

I'll be living here.

( tender theme playing)

( light rock action
theme playing)

♪ '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 ♪