Walker, Texas Ranger S4E14 - English Transcript

Okay, boys, let's go. Hey, ease up. My nerves are dancing, man. |You don't know Joey Galloway. Once I take the stand,|he's not going to let up. - I'm gold to you guys, right?|- Yeah, you're gold, Kenyon. Your testimony's gonna put|Galloway away till doomsday. I don't know. Even behind bars,|he's got ways to find me. Well, you don't have|much of a choice. It's either testify or do 50. Look, don't sweat it. They're gonna bury you so deep|in that witness protection program, we're not gonna be able to find you. Nelson and Collins are here. Looks like somebody's|throwing a part\y. Yeah. What's going on? We're prepping a luncheon|for a wedding part\y at noon. I gotta be here at 8 a. m. What a life. How you doing? Did you get the orders? There we go. Bet you guys are glad to see us. It's been a long 12 hours. - How's our star witness?|- Don't ask. You bring any more ***? Why don't you eat something,|Kenyon? I'm drinking my breakfast. - So how's the new baby, Jack?|- Cries all night. But I tell you, Mary and I were trying|to have this kid for two years. All yours, guys. - Thanks. |- Thanks. Nobody crosses me|and lives to tell about it, especially some wimp accountant. Right, right. I know that, Charlie, but I'm taking out|Mr. Kenyon and the Texas Rangers. Nobody messes with Joey Galloway. - They're gone. |- Right. Kenyon, you really ought to|eat something. Joey knows I would never turn on him. No way. Please! Forward, halt. Firing position, move. Ready aim fire. Ready aim fire. Ready aim fire. Present, halt. Walker? Special Agent Jack Harris,|Cordell Walker. - You said you wanted to see him?|- Yeah, that's right. What are the chances|of keeping Galloway in prison without Kenyon's testimony? Well, right now,|Galloway's in for racketeering. But his lawyers are working overt\ime|to reverse that. We want him on *** one. We need hard evidence to do it. Do you know Pete Darnell? - Hit man?|- Yeah. They just took him into custody|in Houston. Everybody knows the name, but nobody knows the face. Are you thinking|what I think you're thinking? I wanna go in as Pete Darnell|and I'll get your evidence. Wait. You wanna go|inside the slammer? You wanna assume the identity|of a guy that actually exists? That's right. The last guy we sent in there got a|screwdriver through his neck, Walker. How about it? When? Now. Let's go. - Hey, I'm talking to you. |- Hey, lip, come on out. - Let's go. |- Over here. All right, listen up. Well, gentlemen, I'm Assistant Warden Harold Wells. And this man here is my|chief of guards, Captain Shankley. And you best listen to him very carefully. Know it now. Life as you knew it|has ceased to exist. Welcome to purgatory. Now, the only way to survive purgatory|is to follow the rules. My rules. This is a maximum-security facility and|you men are in here to do hard time. Some of you are gonna die in here. Some of you are gonna think|dying was the easy way out. There are no innocent men|inside these walls. You all belong here. Move them out. Yeah. You bought it, boy. Step forward. Okay, next. These are yours. Three-thirt\een. Cell block six. Let's go, convict. Go on, you heard him. Where did you transfer in from? Harriston. Maine winters, you know. |As soon as I got the call, I was already packed. Well, since you're new here,|let me give you a piece of advice. You watch who it is you antagonize. That guy back there,|just letting him know who's boss. You know who that guy was? That's Pete Darnell, the Iceman. That's the Iceman? Everything that guy touches|turns to rigor mort\is. He's got over 50 scores. Five years ago, he busts out of Attica|and wastes a judge. Now he's here finishing out|that sentence and waiting on a trial on the last one. I mean,|this is his kind of neighborhood. He's in the same block|as Joey Galloway. All highliners. Y'all make me sick. All right,|you use your lathe, like that. Yeah, give me another minute. You gotta clamp it down. Go easy with that, man. Clean that up. Yeah, that's it right there. - Shave it down more. |- All right. My new neighbor, Mr. Pete Darnell. Iceman cometh. There was a rumble he was coming in|and he don't look too friendly. In his line of work,|you can't afford to be friendly. - You're scratching it. |- That's it, that's it. Hey, let's eat. - Let's go, guys. |- Feels good. Let's move, convicts. Come on, let's get out of here. |Let's move. - You too. |- It's quitting time. - Did you hear me?|- Back off, man. Assume it. What are you doing here? Your contact's the chaplain. - You okay over there?|- I don't need any help. - Let's go. |- Let's move, gentlemen. Stay alive. Come on. All right, everybody in their cells. After mess hall tonight, Mr. Galloway's|extending you an invitation. Yeah, good fight on cable tonight. Decent food, bonded whisky|and intelligent conversation. Things you don't usually find|in a maximum lockup. Well, tell him thanks, but no, thanks. At Harriston,|you know a guard named Quintero? Yeah, who doesn't know Quintero? He's meaner than the devil himself. Except he's a con, not a guard. Oh, yeah, yeah. Is he still there? Yeah, he's still there, for life. You spotted that envelope, didn't you? You wonder|what was in that envelope? Love letter? Harriston holds a nasty population but you're gonna find out|we can be even nastier. I'm start\ing to get worried here, guys. |What's up? Hey, a tough guy, huh? I know what I see. I see Galloway's got more protection|than the warden. He's probably making more money|in here than he did out on the street. You should learn|how to keep your mouth shut. A guy's gotta know the score. |I'm curious Don't be. Now, you spot something,|you just keep on walking. You don't want Joey Galloway on you. Now, you do your job,|you keep your mouth shut and you don't try|to cut in on anything, huh? Harriston. Let me ask you. There. That's it. Yeah, I know, I know. I know that. That's right. I got two. Pump it, man. - Yeah. |- Here's a new one. That's him. Pump it out. Pump it out. I don't know, but check it out. Hold on a minute. What's up, lady? Look up, eh. Look at this. He only just got here. Charlie, I want you to hear me. You tell those damn Apaches just All right, Cheyennes, whatever. Tell them they're gonna buy|their slot machines from us. They argue, tell them they got|another massacre on their hands. They're getting rich, Charlie. First the bingo, now the casinos. Move in. I want part\ of the action. Chaplain wants to see you. - What does he want?|- How in the hell should I know? Maybe he wants to take|your confession. Come on, let's go. Why they always messing|with that new guy? Come on, clear off the floor. I don't trust new guys. Check him out. You can't keep it all to yourself, Joey. It ain't like it is out on the street. - I'm here. |- You're nothing, Dunne. You couldn't make it on the streets,|you can't make it in here. You couldn't make it in Podunk. We'll see, Joey. We'll see. Hey, Pete, just out of curiosity, how did you kill|all those guys, anyway? One at a time. Come on, open the door. Here's your man, Carberry. Thank you, Captain Shankley. Yeah. Sorry I had to pull you|out of the yard like that. I'm Chaplain Carberry. - What's this all about?|- Something's come up. Galloway was sentenced|to ten years for racketeering. It's been reduced to five. |Good behavior. You bet someone in the warden's|office had something to do with that. - How long has he been in?|- Close to five. Well, that doesn't give me|much time. I'm gonna have|to get close to him fast. Did you unload your conscience? Did the chaplain|make you say you're sorry? Did you bare your soul to him? No, I didn't bare my soul to him. But I'm gonna bare my fist in your face|if you don't get the hell out of here. You're dumb, you know that? Joey Galloway's|the big man in here, more than even the warden. You need something,|***, drugs, he's the guy. And I'm kind of like|his point man, see? So it pays to be nice to me too. You sawy? Well, well, here comes Mr. Antisocial. Take a couple of boys, try him out. All right? What are you gonna do, Iceman?|Melt? Enough. I don't know about you|but I don't like that guy. You don't need to. You know,|you're bucking for solitary, Darnell. Don't try putting me in the hole,|Shankley, because sooner or later, I'll be out. Know what I mean? - All right, come on. |- Come on. I hear you're king of the hill|around here. If you wanna talk,|it's by appointment only. Murphy, it's okay. What can I do for you? I want a cell phone|and some real food. You know, there's a kind of guy|who can eat airline food and then ask for seconds. I don't think you're that kind of guy. Why don't you join me for dinner? Hey, hey, hey, it has to be done. One time I had a guy|come in carrying a knife. Another time,|it was a guy wearing a wire. Not very smart\, were they? Join me. Voil�. Help yourself. Cognac. Very nice. But it dulls the senses. Always alert\, huh? That's a very impressive quality,|but it's not necessary here. Join me, huh? I'd consider it a favor. Murphy, I need to talk with my guest. Yeah, I had a lot of action|on the outside, a lot of heat. I'll be damned if I was gonna let|being in here break the momentum. Well, looks to me|like you haven't missed a beat. It's like staying in a good hotel. You'd be surprised|what a little cash will buy. I put together|a very nice operation in here. The ability to inspire|unquestionable loyalty. That's how it's done. Well, I have a better way. Yeah? What? Fear. How'd you wind up in here? Oh, I blew this guy away|at a fish market. - You did it personally?|- Yeah. Why didn't you have your men do it? Well, like you say, it was personal. And I'll tell you something, Darnell,|it was very gratifying. So, what was|your most gratifying hit? - I don't talk business. |- Come on. You trust me, I trust you. - My most gratifying hit?|- Yeah. Well, I did this hit once and my employer decided|that it would be cheaper to take me out than to pay me. So we met late one night|at a rendezvous point, brought along the briefcase,|supposedly with my money in it. Hands it out to me|and shoots me with the other hand. But he made one big mistake. He didn't make sure I was dead. When I recovered,|I tracked him down, followed him to a nightclub|one night, waited for him outside. He comes out, start\s walking to his car. I thought, you know,|it'd be too easy to shoot him, so I take my garrote, sneak up behind him. |Just as he sticks the key into the lock, I loop the garrote over his neck|and start\ pulling. I can hear the tendon snapping and there's blood all over my hand. And I give it a jerk and his head falls|right off his shoulders. I'd have to say|that was my most gratifying hit. Well, the Iceman. It fits. Me, I start\ed out on the streets. |Running my own gangs, a little of this, a little of that,|one thing lead to another. I did whatever it took|to get to the top. How about you? My family was rich. I just like to kill. You know,|there's not many men I trust. In fact, none, except maybe you. You think I can trust you, Darnell? What do you want? I got a problem and I'd consider it a personal favor|if it got solved. Over there. White-trash rednecks. Name's Dunne. He runs them. He's pushing me into a turf war. First, he wanted to carve up|the drug action in here and now he wants it all. He goes down, the others will fold,|they'll scatter. Why me? You are the best. I need to move around. It can be arranged. Nine-thirt\y tonight. Galloway wants me|to take someone out. If I do it, I pass the test. - Who's the target?|- The *** leader, Dunne. - What do you need?|- Well, I need that body wire. Also, contact Trivette. Tell him to meet me|at the machine shop at 10:00. Here's the wire. I'll take care of the rest. If you're caught wearing that,|no one can help you. Well, that's my job, chaplain. Why are you doing it? A life dedicated to saving souls. I'm lucky|if I've managed to salvage one. Maybe helping you get Galloway is the only way to see|something accomplished. Look out for yourself, Walker. Yeah, you too. He's all yours. We have a tornado watch in effect. It's a big storm, folks, and it's blowing|our way, so let's not panic. Let's be prepared. Keep your|flashlights, portable radios Iceman. - first-aid kits handy|and stay tuned for updates. You got yourself a visitor. What are you doing here? I had to see you, Darnell. Jimmy is out of the picture. Gone. It's only you, baby. How so? I'm not gonna see him anymore, and I want you back. I need you. I'll make you real happy, you'll see. I'm sure you will, baby. But I can't leave just yet. No, Darnell, I need you. |I need you now. I said I can't leave just yet. You're so stubborn. |You never listen to me. Win some, lose some. Hey, Darnell. Mr. Galloway wants to see you. Okay. Hey, my mutual fund|just went up two and a half points. That white trash|I was telling you about, he's gone. - Disappeared. |- Yeah, I know. What'd you do with him? I put him in the furnace. Two thousand degrees. You're something else. Sit down. I haven't celebrated like this|since I had my accountant whacked. Must be a dangerous profession|with a man like you. Only if you cross me. What happened? He copped a plea. Tried to cop a plea. Had the almighty Texas Rangers|to protect him but he found out different. I took out him|and the Texas Rangers. It was a sweet hit. So you're wondering what happened|to your boss, huh? Well, a guy like Dunne|just doesn't disappear. Now, where is he? You don't wanna know, but Mr. Galloway|had nothing to do with it. Then, who did? Him. Why? Because Dunne|looked at him wrong. Let's go. - Yeah, check it out. |- Man, can you see that? Take it easy. What's going on, man? All right, listen up. We've got a tornado. |Go out to the mess hall. We've got men who are trapped|and hurt\. Come on, let's go. Everybody, move. Hey, you, Darnell, come on, let's go. Come on, move it, move it. I'm way ahead of you, governor. I've already got|a rescue operation underway. Right. I'm going to the mess hall. |I may be needed. Yeah, fine, chaplain, fine. What does this yo-yo want now? What's this all about, Wells? Found out that guard|from Harriston's a plant. And Pete Darnell, he's in a jail in Texas someplace. Then, who's the guy in here? Well, I think that's your job|to find out, Galloway. I think I know who'll tell us. Agent Jack Harris, please. |It's an emergency. Chaplain? Go, move, move, move. The chaplain wouldn't tell us nothing,|which is too bad for him. What did you do? If the guy's not Pete Darnell,|then he's a cop. What are we gonna do? We're gonna act fast|or else we're both flushed. That cop's not in his cell,|he's at the mess hall. So is Shankley. Get over there,|Murphy, take some of the boys. - Galloway, we gotta|- Don't worry. All you gotta do is tell the feds|he died a hero. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Put it out, man. Put it out! Who's in there? I'll lift it up. Get him out. Wait! Where is Darnell? He's in there. Why? He's a cop. |He's gotta go down playing hero. - Come on. |- Let's go. - Come on. |- Let's go. You stay right here. - Help me. |- Over here. - Come on, he's here. |- Over here. Take him. Over there. There's your hero. Get him. Over here! Somebody! Help him first. I'm all right. I'm all right. - Here. |- Give me a hand. - I got one over here. |- We're almost there. Get off him. Help me. Over here. Hold on, I'll get you out. What the hell is this? FBI, Special Agent Harris. Chaplain Carberry's dead. - I'm sorry to hear that. |- You're gonna be a lot sorrier. What do you mean by that? Chaplain Carberry documented|everything that happened here. I think I need to speak to my attorney. Where's Pete Darnell?|Where is my part\ner? The mess hall collapsed. He's down|there with the rescue operation. - Come on, we gotta get him out. |- We got two more over here. Watch that wire. Help me. Kill him. Give me a gun. Give me a gun. Okay, let's find him. Oh, no, man. - Quit yanking. |- Over here. Watch your head. Watch your head. Get him out. Keep working. - Texas Rangers. |- Okay. Texas Ranger, drop the gun. Come on. I haven't celebrated like this|since I had my accountant whacked. Must be a dangerous profession|with a man like you. Only if you cross me. - What happened?|- He copped a plea. Had the almighty Texas Rangers|to protect him, but I took out him|and the Texas Rangers. It was a sweet hit. You son of a Have a nice life, Galloway. It's going to be a great day.