Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 9, Episode 19 - Unsafe Speed - full transcript
♪ I ain't driving this road ♪
♪ This road is driving me ♪
♪ It takes more than
truck stop coffee ♪
♪ To get me where I got to be ♪
♪ My hands are
gripping the wheel ♪
♪ That white line is all I see ♪
♪ I ain't driving this road ♪
♪ This road is driving me! ♪
Coffee.
Honey, you look like you
could use a good breakfast
and maybe a ten-hour layover.
Just coffee, okay?
( indistinct conversations)
Hey.
You know where I can score?
I got to make
Cincinnati by tomorrow.
Whatever you're looking for,
you got to talk to Trumbull.
Guy in the back
booth. He's your man.
Thanks, brother.
( laughing)
MAN: You can handle it, right?
Yeah. All right.
I need to fuel up. You the guy?
What kind of fuel
you looking for?
Whites, black beauties.
Whatever you got.
What I got is high octane.
Crystal meth.
How much?
A hundred.
( currency unfolding)
( dish breaks at a distance)
God. ( chuckles)
( sniffling)
( starts engine)
( car honking horn)
( car tires screeching)
Sweetie, how's your baby doing?
She's sleeping, Mommy.
( tires screeching)
( tires screeching)
( indistinct conversation)
Got three fatalities.
A, uh, mother and
child in the minivan.
The father was
changing the tire.
They didn't have a chance.
What about the trucker?
That's, uh, Boyd Scranton.
It took them two hours to
cut him out of the wreckage.
Why'd you call us?
This.
It's the third fatal truck
accident on this highway
in as many weeks.
The drivers were under the
influence of methamphetamine.
Sounds like a trend.
I sure hope you're
wrong, Ranger.
What a mess.
That's not good.
Truckers getting high
on methamphetamines.
That surprises me.
Legitimate truckers.
They just don't do that stuff.
Alex, didn't you tell me
that you're investigating
improperly licensed truckers?
Yes. Why?
Would you check this guy out?
Boyd Scranton.
Let me know what
you find out, okay?
Okay.
Nice. Looks pure.
( laughs)
Can I cook speed,
or what? Mm-hmm.
( engines revving)
( men speaking indistinctly)
MAN: Careful. Careful, man.
MAN 2: Come on,
come on, come on!
( bikers whooping)
What you got cooking?!
BIKER: Whoo! Yeah!
Little pig, little
pig, let me in.
Or I'll huff, and I'll puff,
and I'll blow your house in!
Oh, yeah?
Well, I'll blow you to hell.
Why would you want to
go and do a thing like that?
That's antisocial.
Boy, this is your reckoning.
You're cooking
meth on Raptor turf!
Y'all get out of there!
( bikers shouting)
Look, we got a couple
pounds of meth inside.
You can have it. Take
the whole lab, man.
I didn't come here for
your drugs or your lab.
I came here to set an example.
Oh, man. Blow it!
( flicking lighter)
( bikers cheering)
( glass breaks)
( whooping)
MAN: Nice!
( laughter)
( cheering)
Come here.
Hey, Grangus.
What about this one?
We could use another cook.
Oh, yeah...
Yeah... Kill 'em all.
No, man, come on.
Come on.
( starts engine)
( protesting)
♪ 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 going to see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas, look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
the ranger's going to be. ♪
DOCTOR: Mr. Scranton was in
bad shape when they brought him in.
We've done everything we can.
( heart monitor beeping)
Can we talk to him?
I suppose so.
I'm just not sure he'll
be able to respond.
Scranton.
Can you hear me?
Scranton.
Who are you?
I'm a Texas Ranger.
Who gave you the crystal meth?
Am I going to die?
The doctor said she's done
everything she can for you.
I'm sorry.
( inhales sharply)
Did I kill anybody?
Three people. A family.
God.
Please forgive me.
Scranton, who gave
you the crystal meth?
( alarm beeping)
( steady tone)
Get out of the way.
Starting CPR.
( alarm beeping,
indistinct cross talk)
Did he say who?
Yeah, Deke Trumbull.
Let's go find him.
He's not so bad. No.
Not as bad as he thinks he is.
Right, right.
MAN: Now look who's here.
MAN 2: Great. What
do you want, Vander?
Can you help me out, Trumbull?
I need to put my truck to work,
haul a load.
I've seen that rig of yours.
What you've got is
17 wheels and a wish.
( laughing)
Excuse me.
What can I get you fellas?
We're looking for Deke Trumbull.
He's in the last
booth on the left.
He's the one without the hat.
Thanks.
Deke Trumbull,
you're under arrest.
Is that a fact?
For what?
Drug trafficking.
( grunts)
Stay down.
( grunts)
Hey, Walker.
Look who we caught
sneaking out the back.
And look what we found on him.
Who's your supplier?
Supplier of what?
TRIVETTE: Crystal meth.
You know it.
Prove it.
We already have.
You supplied crystal meth
to Boyd Scranton, and now
three innocent people
are dead because of it.
And you're gonna be
prosecuted for their murders.
Man, if I tell you who
it is, I'm a dead man.
And if you don't tell us,
we're gonna put the
word out on the street
that you did tell us,
and you're dead anyway.
( sighs)
The Raptors.
Okay? I get all
my stuff from them.
Get him out of here.
Don't expect any
more statements,
or for me to
testify against 'em.
( phone ringing)
Walker.
CAHILL: Hi, honey, it's me.
There is no way
that Boyd Scranton
should have ever been
issued a trucker's license.
Why is that?
CAHILL: Well,
he has a history of
traffic violations,
minor drug convictions.
He'd have been disqualified
in any state in the union.
Well, someone
issued him a license.
I know. I'm checking into it.
Okay, thanks.
You know, I'm gonna
help Alex with that.
Okay.
GAGE: All right.
Crystal meth the
trooper took off Scranton
is from the same batch of stuff
that we took off
Trumbull at the truck stop.
SYDNEY: And listen to this.
The guys at the lab said
they've never seen
anything so powerful.
99.44 percent pure.
Really?
Whew.
What did you find
out about the Raptors?
They're the toughest
biker gang in the southwest.
Yeah, they're true
one percenters.
They're straight outlaws.
SYDNEY: There's
really no hard info on their
criminal enterprises, either,
because no one'll
testify against 'em.
Any idea where we can find 'em?
Most of 'em hang at a
bar called the Lonestar.
And it is a nasty joint,
Walker, I'm telling you.
Two Texas Rangers are
gonna stick out like sore thumbs.
Yeah, you're right.
But a couple of bikers
from out of town won't.
You mean, uh...?
( laughs)
I get my own bike.
( groans)
Whew! Okay, you ready for this?
You bet. I've done my homework.
I now know more
about crystal meth
than most chemists.
( rock music playing)
( indistinct chatter)
GAGE: How you doing?
What'll it be?
GAGE: Uh, a couple
longnecks? Yeah.
Hey, listen, we've been
on the road for a while.
Do you, uh,
know where I can
score a little pick-me-up?
A little boost?
I don't know you
from Adam, all right?
I'll be right back.
Rack 'em.
You look awful
lonely, little sister.
I'm with someone.
BIKER: He left you
all by your lonesome.
That ain't right.
If you were my woman,
you know how it'd be?
No. How would it be?
( chuckles)
GAGE: She's with me.
Whew.
( grunting)
Hey!
Hey!
You're mine, boy.
You sure you want to do that?
Come on.
Think so? Huh?
Huh?
Come on!
Sure you want some of that?
Come on. You want some? Come on!
Hold it! Hold it! Come on!
You a Demon?
( murmuring)
Yeah.
Out of San Bernardino
in Southern Cal.
I thought the Feds
busted all the Demons
for cooking crystal meth.
Obviously, not all of us.
A lot of brothers
went down behind that,
but some of us
are still on the run.
Ronnie here almost
went up with the lab.
She was our cook.
You don't say?
Had the heat on us ever since.
I know how that is.
Didn't know I was hitting
on your old lady, man.
Don't worry about it.
Name's Nail.
Bolger, Sergeant at
Arms for the Raptors.
Buy you a beer now?
WOMAN: Who is that guy?
MAN 2: Come on, let's
go rack 'em up, come on.
So, you got the tat.
Why aren't you wearing
the Demon colors?
Like I told you,
most of my boys
are in the joint.
The Demons are
pretty much done now.
Texas Ranger.
I got to get out of here.
Take your lady in the back.
All right.
Hey, here.
I'm looking for a
couple of bikers.
Bikers?
( laughs): Well,
Ranger... ( laughter)
we got more than a
couple around here.
( laughter continues)
These are the only
two I'm interested in.
Nope.
Ain't seen 'em.
MAN: Oh!
( laughter)
What, you got a
problem with that?
Actually... I do.
( Bolger grunting and coughing)
Now I got to go all the way
back and get another picture.
You and I are gonna meet again.
I'll look forward to it.
( crowd murmuring)
( indistinct chatter)
You two got to come with me.
Where?
Sanctuary. Come on.
♪ I'm running down
the devil's road ♪
♪ Living my life by
the outlaw's code ♪
♪ I'm a freewheeling child ♪
♪ I've got to run wild ♪
♪ I'm running down
the devil's road. ♪
( indistinct chatter)
Bringing home
strays now, Bolger?
This is Nail; that's Ronnie.
They're on the run.
I offered 'em sanctuary.
Hmm.
Well, I used to run
with a couple of Demons
back in the day.
You know Clay?
Everybody knows Clay.
He founded the Demons.
Well, how's he doing?
He's six feet under.
GAGE: Yeah, he's
pretty dead right
now. A cop put a slug
in him when they raided our lab.
Hmm.
What about Billy?
Billy was in the
lab when it blew.
They found his boot
about a half mile away.
His foot was still in it.
( laughs)
Well, you know what they say.
You dance with the devil,
you're gonna lose a foot.
What about Pokey Joe Tanner?
How's he doing?
Uh...
I don't think I'm familiar
with a Pokey Joe.
( laughs)
( chuckles)
Well, hell, neither am I.
( laughter)
Welcome.
Mi casa es su casa.
MAN 3: Yeah, right.
( laughter)
MAN 4: Let's fall in, come on.
MAN 5: Yeah, let's keep going.
She's a meth cook.
Yeah?
Well, you brought
home a real prize, then.
They're your responsibility,
so, uh, you're their uncle.
WALKER: What did you find out?
Scranton's trucking license
was issued by a small
Texas Department
of Public Safety office
in Colby.
Legit?
Well, on the surface, yes.
But guess where
all the other truckers
in my investigation
got their licenses?
Let me guess... Colby.
Right.
None of them qualify.
Walker, somebody is
selling trucker's licenses
to unqualified applicants.
Well, we got to
find out who it is.
Yeah.
Let's send Trivette down there.
Okay.
How you feeling?
Very pregnant.
Oh.
Good.
Good.
( sighs)
You're late.
You're early.
You want to continue
doing business together,
you'd better stay on schedule.
My schedule is you be ready
when I need you.
My product sells itself.
Nothing sells
without distribution.
You're stepping
up to the big time.
Make sure you
don't come up short.
100 pounds of pure
crystal meth in two days.
Make sure your people are ready,
and make sure you got my money.
Hey, when I put
wheels in motion,
those wheels start turning.
Make sure you're not underneath
one of those wheels, Darby.
( bikers whooping,
laughing; engines revving)
What's he gonna do?
( bikers whooping)
( whooping and cheering)
What a rush!
You got to try it, man.
No, thanks, I'm good.
Listen, if we're going to
find the Raptors' meth lab,
we're going to have to get
inside Grangus' inner circle.
Well, all I know is the
sooner we bust this gang,
the sooner I can
get out of this leather.
Come on, Syd.
I think you look kind of cute.
You drop something?
You almost hit
me with that, girlie.
The name's Ronnie,
and if I wanted
to hit you with it...
you'd be wearing it.
Name's Mona.
Grangus' old lady.
Come on.
I'll introduce you
to the other girls.
Man, that's a nice
old bike you got there.
Thanks.
That's sort of tricky, though.
You almost need three hands
to get that axle through there.
Yeah.
Already busted a
knuckle messing with it.
Well, let's see
if we can keep from
busting another one.
The Demons are a tough crew.
Were.
There you go, there you go.
Yeah, we heard about
you out there, too.
All the way out in Cali?
Sure, man, you got to
know your competition.
( chuckles softly)
Yeah, well...
if Grangus has his way,
there won't be any competition.
Is that a fact?
Grangus has bold plans.
We're taking the
product nationwide.
♪ I'm runnin' down
the devil's road ♪
♪ Living my life by
the outlaw's code ♪
♪ I'm a freewheeling
child, I've got to run wild ♪
♪ I'm rollin' down
the devil's road... ♪
That much? Yeah, right.
Doc.
Where's the rest of it?
We're processing
at full capacity.
Well, you better boost
your capacity real quick.
I got orders to fill.
I need 100 pounds.
This is not some
fast-cook, fly-by-night
instant-recipe speed.
This is the best the
world has ever seen.
And I need more of it.
You'll get what you get.
I get what I want.
Why don't you get
me some help, then?
Somebody besides these zombies.
Another cook.
Exactly.
Somebody with experience.
( yelling) ( chuckling)
TRIVETTE: If it's
a matter of money...
Are you trying to
bribe me, Mr. Givens?
No, no, no... 'Cause if
you're trying to bribe me...
TRIVETTE: no,
no, no, no, no, no.
See, some fellas, they told me
that they got
their licenses here
and... there's a way of
getting around things.
You don't belong
on the road at all.
I don't think you
ought to be allowed
to ride a bicycle.
As a matter of
fact, if there was
was some way to keep
you off the sidewalks,
I would.
Good day, Mr. Givens.
Next, please.
Hey.
Howdy.
No luck, huh?
Did you see her
criticize my character?
I did.
She don't know about my life.
No, but that's the way
the bureaucracy works.
Always hurts the little guy.
Let me ask you something.
What if I said
I could get you a
trucking license?
For the right price.
How much?
$2,500.
Whoa... Oh, wait a minute.
It's not much for a career
as a commercial trucker.
I-I-I don't have
that kind of money.
Can you get it?
I think so.
Well...
just meet me back here
tomorrow with the money,
and we'll have you licensed
in no time at all.
That's my man.
Okay!
( revving engine)
Nail.
What's up?
Bolger says your old
lady can cook crystal meth.
GAGE: Oh, yeah, yeah,
Ronnie's an organic chemist.
She was our head chef
before the feds busted our lab.
As soon as I can get
up another stake, man,
she's gonna be my meal ticket.
Well, you might
not have to wait.
What are you driving at?
Well, Ronnie can cook,
and that's what
I need right now.
And you got muscle.
You're not afraid to use it.
Sounds like a marriage
made in heaven.
What's in it for me?
Colors. Raptor colors.
( clearing throat softly)
I'm inviting you to
prospect with the Raptors.
Well, I already got a club.
Not like this one, brother.
Raptors are top of the
heap, and besides that,
you said it yourself.
The Demons are
just about extinct.
It's a one-time offer, Nail.
Yes or no?
Yes or no?
Yeah, all right.
All right.
All right.
You gotta be initiated
like the rest of us.
"Initiated"?
I'm sure you can handle it.
Besides that, you
know what they say.
What's that?
( bikers chuckling softly)
No pain, no gain.
( chuckling)
Right.
( gunshot)
( whooping and cheering)
I thought this was
supposed to be an initiation.
Seems more like a party to me.
No, this is the
initiation party.
Now it's time for the test.
What kind of test?
You got to prove
you got what it
takes to be a Raptor.
You got to commit a felony.
We've already
done plenty of that.
GRANGUS: This
time, we get to watch.
We're going to ride into town
and find something real fun,
and we're going to roll
in about ten minutes.
We better let Walker
know about this.
I know. We don't have much time.
Cover me.
TRIVETTE: Gage and Sydney
are getting initiated
into the Raptors.
When? Now.
They're heading into town.
Well, let's put our
plan into action, then.
( siren blaring)
Man, what's your problem?
License, registration,
proof of insurance
on each of you.
( laughter)
Well, first of all,
what did we do?
I clocked you
over the legal limit,
and I can hear those
pipes from two miles away.
( whistling)
License, please;
yours, too, ma'am.
I must have left it
in my other jacket.
( laughter) Me, too.
I guess you're gonna
have to go fishing.
Hey, wait a minute.
Hey, I've seen you two before.
( grunting)
Is that good enough,
or do we still need
to ride into town?
Oh, no, that'll do.
Good.
( revving engines)
You okay, Freals?
( coughing)
This bulletproof vest
worked, but it sure does hurt.
( grunting)
Hurts a lot more without one.
I hear that.
Well, we appreciate it.
Glad I could help,
Ranger Walker.
GRANGUS: Well, there are not
a whole lot of people
with the grit it
takes to kill a cop.
Yeah, well, they'd
have to kill me first
before I'd let them
put me in a cage.
Stuff happens.
It is what it is.
Yeah, well, it's
all the initiation
you'll ever need in this club.
MAN: Hear, hear.
( whooping and cheering)
All right.
Welcome, bro.
You're a Raptor now.
It's a whole new world!
( laughing)
( bikers whooping and cheering)
You're scary, man, scary.
You're family now, brother.
Till death do us part.
Till death. Yeah.
Well, it's time to take a ride.
I want you to see the operation.
Sounds good to me.
( engine starting)
You got the money?
Oh, yeah.
All right, keep it down.
I had to borrow
this from my uncle.
Well, keep it down, keep it
down; keep it cool, all right?
Here's what you do.
Take that.
Fold that inside
your application.
Go to Earl, counter D.
Earl, counter D.
Earl, counter D; you got it?
Got it. All right.
Go, man.
Afternoon.
Your application
looks acceptable to me.
Hey.
Just step back and
put your feet on that line
so I can take your picture.
All right, you're all set.
Your license will be sent
to you in four to six weeks.
So that's all
there is to it, huh?
We're all finished.
Hey, Earl.
Think I'm gonna need
a picture of you, too.
( engines rumbling)
( indistinct conversation)
Pseudophedrine
is your precursor?
Yeah.
It's from Mexico.
It's not ideal, but they
don't use additives.
You know, you've got
a bottleneck right here.
If you reroute the coils,
you could evaporate
into a larger chamber.
You stall out the
chemical reaction.
No, no, no. The
vapor cools faster,
but you could
reconstitute the distillate
into two vessels
if you separate
these right here.
Doubling the output
without sacrificing quality.
You are a super genius, Doc.
Aw, look at this.
This is the other half
of your problem right here.
The trays can't breathe.
What you need is a fine,
stainless screen so you can draw
the solvents off
from the bottom, too.
Yeah, we can do that.
Make it happen.
Anything she wants.
You are in charge.
Hey, wait a minute...!
Whatever you say.
Give me a week,
and I can quadruple your output.
I don't have a week.
I guess I better get to work.
♪ I don't want to
do your dirty work ♪
♪ Put it where the
sun don't shine ♪
♪ I don't want to
do your dirty work ♪
♪ You sure enough
don't want mine ♪
♪ I won't do your dirty work ♪
♪ Well, maybe just
one more time ♪
♪ Today I'll do
your dirty work ♪
♪ And someday, you'll do mine ♪
♪ I don't want to
do your dirty work ♪
♪ Put it where the
sun don't shine ♪
♪ I don't want to
do your dirty work ♪
♪ You sure enough...
don't want mine. ♪
You go ahead and take
this batch down the hill.
All right.
You coming?
Nope.
I'm gonna stay
here and make sure
everything stays on track.
Okay, man.
All right, saddle up.
Take all you can carry.
Where we headed?
Rest stop out on
Blue Lake Highway.
You can follow me.
All right.
( phone ringing)
Walker.
Right.
That was Gage.
The Raptors are getting
ready to move the crystal meth.
Where?
A rest area on
Blue Lake Highway.
We'll call DPS on the way.
That's right. I
already told you that.
Where's your girlfriend Grangus?
Back at the lab getting
the rest together.
He sent me.
Aren't we lucky? We
got a lot of product.
Where's the dough?
You'll get that
when I see the
rest of the product.
BIKER: Here, get going.
Hey, man, where's this
truck going, anyway?
Nowhere.
This is our little, uh,
drive-through service.
That guy Darby, he
has his rigs pull in,
we hand them their order to go,
and just like that,
they're off to...
wherever.
And by this time tomorrow,
there'll be Raptor crystal meth
in every state in the union.
Hoo-ha!
Here, give this to that guy.
Hey, buddy!
GAGE: Look who we
caught sneaking out the back.
Come on, move it!
What?! What is it?
That dude back there,
I've seen him before.
He's a Texas Ranger.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
He busted Trumbull.
Grangus, Bolger's on the line.
Yeah, what is it?
It's Nail.
He's a Texas Ranger.
You're sure about that?
One of Darby's
mules recognized him.
What do you want me to do?
You know what to do.
What about the girl?
I'll take care of that myself.
Whoa!
Tell you what.
It keeps going like this,
not gonna have enough
room for all these trucks.
Shut it down!
Come on out.
Afternoon, Rangers.
Is there, is there a problem?
TRIVETTE: We
need you to wait here
while we search
your vehicle, sir.
OFFICER: Ranger Walker.
He's carrying meth.
Haven't I seen you before?
He was at the truck stop.
He saw Gage there.
You say anything to
them about that ranger?
Did you spot him?
Yeah, I did.
Oh, hey, you know what?
Getting a little thin
on product here.
You want me to ride up
the hill and get some more?
Yeah, you know, I was thinking.
You and me take a run
up there together, huh?
Right on.
( cocks gun)
Hey, hey, hey. Wha...
What's this all about, man?
It's about you dying, Ranger.
That the last of it?
Yeah, that's it.
Get going.
( starts engine) You got it.
I can't believe it.
I saw you kill a cop.
You can't believe
everything you see.
I'm gonna see you die for sure.
TRIVETTE: Hold it!
( gunshot)
( grunts)
( siren wailing)
( cocks gun)
Walker! We got to get to Sydney.
She's at the lab with Grangus.
I got this guy.
All right. Get down.
OFFICER: Stay down!
You're under arrest.
You're under arrest!
Get out of the truck!
( tires screeching)
I'm giving everybody
the rest of the day off.
Especially you, Ronnie.
( grunts)
Or whatever your name is.
Everybody out!
Life is a terminal disease.
And you're gonna
find out what it's
like to be infected.
Thought I'd give you a
chance to think about it.
( timer beeping steadily)
When these tanks empty,
you're gonna find
out what it's like to fly.
'Cause this place is
gonna blow sky high!
( beeping continues)
( grunts)
Syd...
Syd!
( door crashes open)
Syd. Gage.
Over here.
Syd.
Are you all right?
It's gonna blow.
( beeping)
We got to get out of here.
Come on.
( grunting)
Come on.
Okay, you're gonna
be all right... here, slide.
Hold your hand right here.
Hold onto this bar.
( whimpers)
Turn your face away.
( beeping continues)
Give me your arm.
Give me your arm.
( beeping quickens)
Walker, it's gonna blow!
( grunts)
Come on.
Let's go... Let's
get out of here!
( steady tone)
Syd.
♪ Rolling down
the freedom road ♪
♪ I hold on tight
to honor's code ♪
♪ My life's a wild ride ♪
♪ Lived on the wild side ♪
♪ I'm rolling down
the freedom road ♪
♪ Rolling down the
freedom road... ♪
♪ 'Cause the eyes of
the ranger are upon you ♪
♪ Any wrong you
do he's going to see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas, look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
the ranger's going to be. ♪
♪ This road is driving me ♪
♪ It takes more than
truck stop coffee ♪
♪ To get me where I got to be ♪
♪ My hands are
gripping the wheel ♪
♪ That white line is all I see ♪
♪ I ain't driving this road ♪
♪ This road is driving me! ♪
Coffee.
Honey, you look like you
could use a good breakfast
and maybe a ten-hour layover.
Just coffee, okay?
( indistinct conversations)
Hey.
You know where I can score?
I got to make
Cincinnati by tomorrow.
Whatever you're looking for,
you got to talk to Trumbull.
Guy in the back
booth. He's your man.
Thanks, brother.
( laughing)
MAN: You can handle it, right?
Yeah. All right.
I need to fuel up. You the guy?
What kind of fuel
you looking for?
Whites, black beauties.
Whatever you got.
What I got is high octane.
Crystal meth.
How much?
A hundred.
( currency unfolding)
( dish breaks at a distance)
God. ( chuckles)
( sniffling)
( starts engine)
( car honking horn)
( car tires screeching)
Sweetie, how's your baby doing?
She's sleeping, Mommy.
( tires screeching)
( tires screeching)
( indistinct conversation)
Got three fatalities.
A, uh, mother and
child in the minivan.
The father was
changing the tire.
They didn't have a chance.
What about the trucker?
That's, uh, Boyd Scranton.
It took them two hours to
cut him out of the wreckage.
Why'd you call us?
This.
It's the third fatal truck
accident on this highway
in as many weeks.
The drivers were under the
influence of methamphetamine.
Sounds like a trend.
I sure hope you're
wrong, Ranger.
What a mess.
That's not good.
Truckers getting high
on methamphetamines.
That surprises me.
Legitimate truckers.
They just don't do that stuff.
Alex, didn't you tell me
that you're investigating
improperly licensed truckers?
Yes. Why?
Would you check this guy out?
Boyd Scranton.
Let me know what
you find out, okay?
Okay.
Nice. Looks pure.
( laughs)
Can I cook speed,
or what? Mm-hmm.
( engines revving)
( men speaking indistinctly)
MAN: Careful. Careful, man.
MAN 2: Come on,
come on, come on!
( bikers whooping)
What you got cooking?!
BIKER: Whoo! Yeah!
Little pig, little
pig, let me in.
Or I'll huff, and I'll puff,
and I'll blow your house in!
Oh, yeah?
Well, I'll blow you to hell.
Why would you want to
go and do a thing like that?
That's antisocial.
Boy, this is your reckoning.
You're cooking
meth on Raptor turf!
Y'all get out of there!
( bikers shouting)
Look, we got a couple
pounds of meth inside.
You can have it. Take
the whole lab, man.
I didn't come here for
your drugs or your lab.
I came here to set an example.
Oh, man. Blow it!
( flicking lighter)
( bikers cheering)
( glass breaks)
( whooping)
MAN: Nice!
( laughter)
( cheering)
Come here.
Hey, Grangus.
What about this one?
We could use another cook.
Oh, yeah...
Yeah... Kill 'em all.
No, man, come on.
Come on.
( starts engine)
( protesting)
♪ 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 going to see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas, look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
the ranger's going to be. ♪
DOCTOR: Mr. Scranton was in
bad shape when they brought him in.
We've done everything we can.
( heart monitor beeping)
Can we talk to him?
I suppose so.
I'm just not sure he'll
be able to respond.
Scranton.
Can you hear me?
Scranton.
Who are you?
I'm a Texas Ranger.
Who gave you the crystal meth?
Am I going to die?
The doctor said she's done
everything she can for you.
I'm sorry.
( inhales sharply)
Did I kill anybody?
Three people. A family.
God.
Please forgive me.
Scranton, who gave
you the crystal meth?
( alarm beeping)
( steady tone)
Get out of the way.
Starting CPR.
( alarm beeping,
indistinct cross talk)
Did he say who?
Yeah, Deke Trumbull.
Let's go find him.
He's not so bad. No.
Not as bad as he thinks he is.
Right, right.
MAN: Now look who's here.
MAN 2: Great. What
do you want, Vander?
Can you help me out, Trumbull?
I need to put my truck to work,
haul a load.
I've seen that rig of yours.
What you've got is
17 wheels and a wish.
( laughing)
Excuse me.
What can I get you fellas?
We're looking for Deke Trumbull.
He's in the last
booth on the left.
He's the one without the hat.
Thanks.
Deke Trumbull,
you're under arrest.
Is that a fact?
For what?
Drug trafficking.
( grunts)
Stay down.
( grunts)
Hey, Walker.
Look who we caught
sneaking out the back.
And look what we found on him.
Who's your supplier?
Supplier of what?
TRIVETTE: Crystal meth.
You know it.
Prove it.
We already have.
You supplied crystal meth
to Boyd Scranton, and now
three innocent people
are dead because of it.
And you're gonna be
prosecuted for their murders.
Man, if I tell you who
it is, I'm a dead man.
And if you don't tell us,
we're gonna put the
word out on the street
that you did tell us,
and you're dead anyway.
( sighs)
The Raptors.
Okay? I get all
my stuff from them.
Get him out of here.
Don't expect any
more statements,
or for me to
testify against 'em.
( phone ringing)
Walker.
CAHILL: Hi, honey, it's me.
There is no way
that Boyd Scranton
should have ever been
issued a trucker's license.
Why is that?
CAHILL: Well,
he has a history of
traffic violations,
minor drug convictions.
He'd have been disqualified
in any state in the union.
Well, someone
issued him a license.
I know. I'm checking into it.
Okay, thanks.
You know, I'm gonna
help Alex with that.
Okay.
GAGE: All right.
Crystal meth the
trooper took off Scranton
is from the same batch of stuff
that we took off
Trumbull at the truck stop.
SYDNEY: And listen to this.
The guys at the lab said
they've never seen
anything so powerful.
99.44 percent pure.
Really?
Whew.
What did you find
out about the Raptors?
They're the toughest
biker gang in the southwest.
Yeah, they're true
one percenters.
They're straight outlaws.
SYDNEY: There's
really no hard info on their
criminal enterprises, either,
because no one'll
testify against 'em.
Any idea where we can find 'em?
Most of 'em hang at a
bar called the Lonestar.
And it is a nasty joint,
Walker, I'm telling you.
Two Texas Rangers are
gonna stick out like sore thumbs.
Yeah, you're right.
But a couple of bikers
from out of town won't.
You mean, uh...?
( laughs)
I get my own bike.
( groans)
Whew! Okay, you ready for this?
You bet. I've done my homework.
I now know more
about crystal meth
than most chemists.
( rock music playing)
( indistinct chatter)
GAGE: How you doing?
What'll it be?
GAGE: Uh, a couple
longnecks? Yeah.
Hey, listen, we've been
on the road for a while.
Do you, uh,
know where I can
score a little pick-me-up?
A little boost?
I don't know you
from Adam, all right?
I'll be right back.
Rack 'em.
You look awful
lonely, little sister.
I'm with someone.
BIKER: He left you
all by your lonesome.
That ain't right.
If you were my woman,
you know how it'd be?
No. How would it be?
( chuckles)
GAGE: She's with me.
Whew.
( grunting)
Hey!
Hey!
You're mine, boy.
You sure you want to do that?
Come on.
Think so? Huh?
Huh?
Come on!
Sure you want some of that?
Come on. You want some? Come on!
Hold it! Hold it! Come on!
You a Demon?
( murmuring)
Yeah.
Out of San Bernardino
in Southern Cal.
I thought the Feds
busted all the Demons
for cooking crystal meth.
Obviously, not all of us.
A lot of brothers
went down behind that,
but some of us
are still on the run.
Ronnie here almost
went up with the lab.
She was our cook.
You don't say?
Had the heat on us ever since.
I know how that is.
Didn't know I was hitting
on your old lady, man.
Don't worry about it.
Name's Nail.
Bolger, Sergeant at
Arms for the Raptors.
Buy you a beer now?
WOMAN: Who is that guy?
MAN 2: Come on, let's
go rack 'em up, come on.
So, you got the tat.
Why aren't you wearing
the Demon colors?
Like I told you,
most of my boys
are in the joint.
The Demons are
pretty much done now.
Texas Ranger.
I got to get out of here.
Take your lady in the back.
All right.
Hey, here.
I'm looking for a
couple of bikers.
Bikers?
( laughs): Well,
Ranger... ( laughter)
we got more than a
couple around here.
( laughter continues)
These are the only
two I'm interested in.
Nope.
Ain't seen 'em.
MAN: Oh!
( laughter)
What, you got a
problem with that?
Actually... I do.
( Bolger grunting and coughing)
Now I got to go all the way
back and get another picture.
You and I are gonna meet again.
I'll look forward to it.
( crowd murmuring)
( indistinct chatter)
You two got to come with me.
Where?
Sanctuary. Come on.
♪ I'm running down
the devil's road ♪
♪ Living my life by
the outlaw's code ♪
♪ I'm a freewheeling child ♪
♪ I've got to run wild ♪
♪ I'm running down
the devil's road. ♪
( indistinct chatter)
Bringing home
strays now, Bolger?
This is Nail; that's Ronnie.
They're on the run.
I offered 'em sanctuary.
Hmm.
Well, I used to run
with a couple of Demons
back in the day.
You know Clay?
Everybody knows Clay.
He founded the Demons.
Well, how's he doing?
He's six feet under.
GAGE: Yeah, he's
pretty dead right
now. A cop put a slug
in him when they raided our lab.
Hmm.
What about Billy?
Billy was in the
lab when it blew.
They found his boot
about a half mile away.
His foot was still in it.
( laughs)
Well, you know what they say.
You dance with the devil,
you're gonna lose a foot.
What about Pokey Joe Tanner?
How's he doing?
Uh...
I don't think I'm familiar
with a Pokey Joe.
( laughs)
( chuckles)
Well, hell, neither am I.
( laughter)
Welcome.
Mi casa es su casa.
MAN 3: Yeah, right.
( laughter)
MAN 4: Let's fall in, come on.
MAN 5: Yeah, let's keep going.
She's a meth cook.
Yeah?
Well, you brought
home a real prize, then.
They're your responsibility,
so, uh, you're their uncle.
WALKER: What did you find out?
Scranton's trucking license
was issued by a small
Texas Department
of Public Safety office
in Colby.
Legit?
Well, on the surface, yes.
But guess where
all the other truckers
in my investigation
got their licenses?
Let me guess... Colby.
Right.
None of them qualify.
Walker, somebody is
selling trucker's licenses
to unqualified applicants.
Well, we got to
find out who it is.
Yeah.
Let's send Trivette down there.
Okay.
How you feeling?
Very pregnant.
Oh.
Good.
Good.
( sighs)
You're late.
You're early.
You want to continue
doing business together,
you'd better stay on schedule.
My schedule is you be ready
when I need you.
My product sells itself.
Nothing sells
without distribution.
You're stepping
up to the big time.
Make sure you
don't come up short.
100 pounds of pure
crystal meth in two days.
Make sure your people are ready,
and make sure you got my money.
Hey, when I put
wheels in motion,
those wheels start turning.
Make sure you're not underneath
one of those wheels, Darby.
( bikers whooping,
laughing; engines revving)
What's he gonna do?
( bikers whooping)
( whooping and cheering)
What a rush!
You got to try it, man.
No, thanks, I'm good.
Listen, if we're going to
find the Raptors' meth lab,
we're going to have to get
inside Grangus' inner circle.
Well, all I know is the
sooner we bust this gang,
the sooner I can
get out of this leather.
Come on, Syd.
I think you look kind of cute.
You drop something?
You almost hit
me with that, girlie.
The name's Ronnie,
and if I wanted
to hit you with it...
you'd be wearing it.
Name's Mona.
Grangus' old lady.
Come on.
I'll introduce you
to the other girls.
Man, that's a nice
old bike you got there.
Thanks.
That's sort of tricky, though.
You almost need three hands
to get that axle through there.
Yeah.
Already busted a
knuckle messing with it.
Well, let's see
if we can keep from
busting another one.
The Demons are a tough crew.
Were.
There you go, there you go.
Yeah, we heard about
you out there, too.
All the way out in Cali?
Sure, man, you got to
know your competition.
( chuckles softly)
Yeah, well...
if Grangus has his way,
there won't be any competition.
Is that a fact?
Grangus has bold plans.
We're taking the
product nationwide.
♪ I'm runnin' down
the devil's road ♪
♪ Living my life by
the outlaw's code ♪
♪ I'm a freewheeling
child, I've got to run wild ♪
♪ I'm rollin' down
the devil's road... ♪
That much? Yeah, right.
Doc.
Where's the rest of it?
We're processing
at full capacity.
Well, you better boost
your capacity real quick.
I got orders to fill.
I need 100 pounds.
This is not some
fast-cook, fly-by-night
instant-recipe speed.
This is the best the
world has ever seen.
And I need more of it.
You'll get what you get.
I get what I want.
Why don't you get
me some help, then?
Somebody besides these zombies.
Another cook.
Exactly.
Somebody with experience.
( yelling) ( chuckling)
TRIVETTE: If it's
a matter of money...
Are you trying to
bribe me, Mr. Givens?
No, no, no... 'Cause if
you're trying to bribe me...
TRIVETTE: no,
no, no, no, no, no.
See, some fellas, they told me
that they got
their licenses here
and... there's a way of
getting around things.
You don't belong
on the road at all.
I don't think you
ought to be allowed
to ride a bicycle.
As a matter of
fact, if there was
was some way to keep
you off the sidewalks,
I would.
Good day, Mr. Givens.
Next, please.
Hey.
Howdy.
No luck, huh?
Did you see her
criticize my character?
I did.
She don't know about my life.
No, but that's the way
the bureaucracy works.
Always hurts the little guy.
Let me ask you something.
What if I said
I could get you a
trucking license?
For the right price.
How much?
$2,500.
Whoa... Oh, wait a minute.
It's not much for a career
as a commercial trucker.
I-I-I don't have
that kind of money.
Can you get it?
I think so.
Well...
just meet me back here
tomorrow with the money,
and we'll have you licensed
in no time at all.
That's my man.
Okay!
( revving engine)
Nail.
What's up?
Bolger says your old
lady can cook crystal meth.
GAGE: Oh, yeah, yeah,
Ronnie's an organic chemist.
She was our head chef
before the feds busted our lab.
As soon as I can get
up another stake, man,
she's gonna be my meal ticket.
Well, you might
not have to wait.
What are you driving at?
Well, Ronnie can cook,
and that's what
I need right now.
And you got muscle.
You're not afraid to use it.
Sounds like a marriage
made in heaven.
What's in it for me?
Colors. Raptor colors.
( clearing throat softly)
I'm inviting you to
prospect with the Raptors.
Well, I already got a club.
Not like this one, brother.
Raptors are top of the
heap, and besides that,
you said it yourself.
The Demons are
just about extinct.
It's a one-time offer, Nail.
Yes or no?
Yes or no?
Yeah, all right.
All right.
All right.
You gotta be initiated
like the rest of us.
"Initiated"?
I'm sure you can handle it.
Besides that, you
know what they say.
What's that?
( bikers chuckling softly)
No pain, no gain.
( chuckling)
Right.
( gunshot)
( whooping and cheering)
I thought this was
supposed to be an initiation.
Seems more like a party to me.
No, this is the
initiation party.
Now it's time for the test.
What kind of test?
You got to prove
you got what it
takes to be a Raptor.
You got to commit a felony.
We've already
done plenty of that.
GRANGUS: This
time, we get to watch.
We're going to ride into town
and find something real fun,
and we're going to roll
in about ten minutes.
We better let Walker
know about this.
I know. We don't have much time.
Cover me.
TRIVETTE: Gage and Sydney
are getting initiated
into the Raptors.
When? Now.
They're heading into town.
Well, let's put our
plan into action, then.
( siren blaring)
Man, what's your problem?
License, registration,
proof of insurance
on each of you.
( laughter)
Well, first of all,
what did we do?
I clocked you
over the legal limit,
and I can hear those
pipes from two miles away.
( whistling)
License, please;
yours, too, ma'am.
I must have left it
in my other jacket.
( laughter) Me, too.
I guess you're gonna
have to go fishing.
Hey, wait a minute.
Hey, I've seen you two before.
( grunting)
Is that good enough,
or do we still need
to ride into town?
Oh, no, that'll do.
Good.
( revving engines)
You okay, Freals?
( coughing)
This bulletproof vest
worked, but it sure does hurt.
( grunting)
Hurts a lot more without one.
I hear that.
Well, we appreciate it.
Glad I could help,
Ranger Walker.
GRANGUS: Well, there are not
a whole lot of people
with the grit it
takes to kill a cop.
Yeah, well, they'd
have to kill me first
before I'd let them
put me in a cage.
Stuff happens.
It is what it is.
Yeah, well, it's
all the initiation
you'll ever need in this club.
MAN: Hear, hear.
( whooping and cheering)
All right.
Welcome, bro.
You're a Raptor now.
It's a whole new world!
( laughing)
( bikers whooping and cheering)
You're scary, man, scary.
You're family now, brother.
Till death do us part.
Till death. Yeah.
Well, it's time to take a ride.
I want you to see the operation.
Sounds good to me.
( engine starting)
You got the money?
Oh, yeah.
All right, keep it down.
I had to borrow
this from my uncle.
Well, keep it down, keep it
down; keep it cool, all right?
Here's what you do.
Take that.
Fold that inside
your application.
Go to Earl, counter D.
Earl, counter D.
Earl, counter D; you got it?
Got it. All right.
Go, man.
Afternoon.
Your application
looks acceptable to me.
Hey.
Just step back and
put your feet on that line
so I can take your picture.
All right, you're all set.
Your license will be sent
to you in four to six weeks.
So that's all
there is to it, huh?
We're all finished.
Hey, Earl.
Think I'm gonna need
a picture of you, too.
( engines rumbling)
( indistinct conversation)
Pseudophedrine
is your precursor?
Yeah.
It's from Mexico.
It's not ideal, but they
don't use additives.
You know, you've got
a bottleneck right here.
If you reroute the coils,
you could evaporate
into a larger chamber.
You stall out the
chemical reaction.
No, no, no. The
vapor cools faster,
but you could
reconstitute the distillate
into two vessels
if you separate
these right here.
Doubling the output
without sacrificing quality.
You are a super genius, Doc.
Aw, look at this.
This is the other half
of your problem right here.
The trays can't breathe.
What you need is a fine,
stainless screen so you can draw
the solvents off
from the bottom, too.
Yeah, we can do that.
Make it happen.
Anything she wants.
You are in charge.
Hey, wait a minute...!
Whatever you say.
Give me a week,
and I can quadruple your output.
I don't have a week.
I guess I better get to work.
♪ I don't want to
do your dirty work ♪
♪ Put it where the
sun don't shine ♪
♪ I don't want to
do your dirty work ♪
♪ You sure enough
don't want mine ♪
♪ I won't do your dirty work ♪
♪ Well, maybe just
one more time ♪
♪ Today I'll do
your dirty work ♪
♪ And someday, you'll do mine ♪
♪ I don't want to
do your dirty work ♪
♪ Put it where the
sun don't shine ♪
♪ I don't want to
do your dirty work ♪
♪ You sure enough...
don't want mine. ♪
You go ahead and take
this batch down the hill.
All right.
You coming?
Nope.
I'm gonna stay
here and make sure
everything stays on track.
Okay, man.
All right, saddle up.
Take all you can carry.
Where we headed?
Rest stop out on
Blue Lake Highway.
You can follow me.
All right.
( phone ringing)
Walker.
Right.
That was Gage.
The Raptors are getting
ready to move the crystal meth.
Where?
A rest area on
Blue Lake Highway.
We'll call DPS on the way.
That's right. I
already told you that.
Where's your girlfriend Grangus?
Back at the lab getting
the rest together.
He sent me.
Aren't we lucky? We
got a lot of product.
Where's the dough?
You'll get that
when I see the
rest of the product.
BIKER: Here, get going.
Hey, man, where's this
truck going, anyway?
Nowhere.
This is our little, uh,
drive-through service.
That guy Darby, he
has his rigs pull in,
we hand them their order to go,
and just like that,
they're off to...
wherever.
And by this time tomorrow,
there'll be Raptor crystal meth
in every state in the union.
Hoo-ha!
Here, give this to that guy.
Hey, buddy!
GAGE: Look who we
caught sneaking out the back.
Come on, move it!
What?! What is it?
That dude back there,
I've seen him before.
He's a Texas Ranger.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
He busted Trumbull.
Grangus, Bolger's on the line.
Yeah, what is it?
It's Nail.
He's a Texas Ranger.
You're sure about that?
One of Darby's
mules recognized him.
What do you want me to do?
You know what to do.
What about the girl?
I'll take care of that myself.
Whoa!
Tell you what.
It keeps going like this,
not gonna have enough
room for all these trucks.
Shut it down!
Come on out.
Afternoon, Rangers.
Is there, is there a problem?
TRIVETTE: We
need you to wait here
while we search
your vehicle, sir.
OFFICER: Ranger Walker.
He's carrying meth.
Haven't I seen you before?
He was at the truck stop.
He saw Gage there.
You say anything to
them about that ranger?
Did you spot him?
Yeah, I did.
Oh, hey, you know what?
Getting a little thin
on product here.
You want me to ride up
the hill and get some more?
Yeah, you know, I was thinking.
You and me take a run
up there together, huh?
Right on.
( cocks gun)
Hey, hey, hey. Wha...
What's this all about, man?
It's about you dying, Ranger.
That the last of it?
Yeah, that's it.
Get going.
( starts engine) You got it.
I can't believe it.
I saw you kill a cop.
You can't believe
everything you see.
I'm gonna see you die for sure.
TRIVETTE: Hold it!
( gunshot)
( grunts)
( siren wailing)
( cocks gun)
Walker! We got to get to Sydney.
She's at the lab with Grangus.
I got this guy.
All right. Get down.
OFFICER: Stay down!
You're under arrest.
You're under arrest!
Get out of the truck!
( tires screeching)
I'm giving everybody
the rest of the day off.
Especially you, Ronnie.
( grunts)
Or whatever your name is.
Everybody out!
Life is a terminal disease.
And you're gonna
find out what it's
like to be infected.
Thought I'd give you a
chance to think about it.
( timer beeping steadily)
When these tanks empty,
you're gonna find
out what it's like to fly.
'Cause this place is
gonna blow sky high!
( beeping continues)
( grunts)
Syd...
Syd!
( door crashes open)
Syd. Gage.
Over here.
Syd.
Are you all right?
It's gonna blow.
( beeping)
We got to get out of here.
Come on.
( grunting)
Come on.
Okay, you're gonna
be all right... here, slide.
Hold your hand right here.
Hold onto this bar.
( whimpers)
Turn your face away.
( beeping continues)
Give me your arm.
Give me your arm.
( beeping quickens)
Walker, it's gonna blow!
( grunts)
Come on.
Let's go... Let's
get out of here!
( steady tone)
Syd.
♪ Rolling down
the freedom road ♪
♪ I hold on tight
to honor's code ♪
♪ My life's a wild ride ♪
♪ Lived on the wild side ♪
♪ I'm rolling down
the freedom road ♪
♪ Rolling down the
freedom road... ♪
♪ 'Cause the eyes of
the ranger are upon you ♪
♪ Any wrong you
do he's going to see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas, look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
the ranger's going to be. ♪