Walker, Texas Ranger S3E14 - English Transcript

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