Walker, Texas Ranger S4E3 - English Transcript

urrs as pretty as she looks,|don't she? Yeah, she's pretty, but she looks like|she's seen better days. Now, look, I ain't selling her to anyone|who's not as sweet on her as I am. Are you guys gonna fight or parley? Look, I just gave her|a brand-new coat of paint. Most reliable boat you'll find. More loyal than any woman|you'll find. - What about the electronics, Gus?|- Radio works great. You know, I spent my life|working the seas. Ain't a prettier place on eart\h|than these sweet gulf waters. You're a lucky man, C. D. Yeah. Yeah, this'd be hard to give up. |Hard to give up. I'll give you the helm|at Ten Mile Reef. Aye, aye, captain. Hot dog. Cordell, I'm telling you, I used to fish in these waters|when I was a kid. My old daddy brought me down here|from East Texas. Man, man. I never dreamed|I'd own a yacht like this. That's what's great about it, C. D. |Dreams can come true. Oh, man. Listen, I wanna thank you, part\ner,|for coming down here with me. I really appreciate all your help|and everything. - I want you to feel|- Oh, hey. Hey, I got one, C. D. You got a fish. |Gus, we got a marlin. Oh, don't tip it down now. |Don't lose him. It's a big one. I'll bet it's|as big as a Cadillac car. Something doesn't feel right. |Gus, back it up. - Gus, back it up. |- Coming your way. - Get the gaff, C. D. |- Over there. Easy with it now, Cordell. |Just easy. Easy. Oh, my Lord. Call Galveston P. D. , Gus. |Tell them we're coming in. You got it. Lord have mercy. His name is Carl Oliver. Gus said he worked|for the Mantis Oil Company. Whoever did it|used a heavy-caliber load. Thank you, Rangers. Gus said that he hung around|a place called the Poop Deck. - Poop Deck?|- Hell of a name for a bar, isn't it? He said when he wasn't|working the rigs, he was there shooting pool with|a guy by the name of - Kyle Wheeler. |- Yeah. That damned oil company's|been snake-bit lately. The guy on the right is Vic Landry. |He's head of security for Mantis Oil. Ex-Coast Guard intelligence. |The other guy is Larry Curt\is. Worked his way up from mud stacker|to chief on Platform 29. - I'll take care of the paperwork. |- Sure, let them though. Vic Landry, Larry Curt\is,|Ranger Walker. Howdy. Well, Gus says your company's|been snake-bit. What's the problem? We're a good company, Ranger. |Well-managed. Twenty-Nine's had a perfect|operational record until about two months ago. |That's when the trouble start\ed. Problems we can't explain:|Accidents, breakdowns. Two deaths in three weeks. Well, Oliver's death was no accident. He was working for me, Ranger. Undercover. I needed eyes and ears|on that platform, and he took the job. Even his family didn't know about it. What did he find out? I don't know, but Oliver|was on to something. We set up a meeting,|but he never showed up, until now. We've got big trouble, Ranger. When accidents start\ed happening,|we sent in a safety crew. Retrained the guys onboard. Then equipment start\ed|breaking down. Okay, I'll check into it. Thanks. We'll give you|all the support\ you need. Appreciate it. The dead guy's name is Carl Oliver. He had a buddy|named Kyle Wheeler. I'm running down|a lead on him now. Wheeler, Kyle. Got it. See what you can dig up|on Mantis Oil. Lawsuits against the company,|also the board members. Employees with a beef. |You know, the whole package. - Mantis Oil? Oh, man. |- What? - We have stock in Mantis Oil. |- What do you mean "we"? Well, it was supposed to be|a great company. How many times have I heard that? You think we ought to sell? - How should I know, Trivette?|- You're right. All right, what's the time frame? - ASAP. |- Yeah, so what else is new? Hang on. I got a hit|on Kyle Wheeler. He's a bail jumper. He's wanted|for armed robbery in Louisiana. - Watch your back. |- Will do. Mantis Oil. - What can I get you, honey?|- Longneck. Coming up. You down on the business, honey,|or pleasure? - Fishing. |- Oh, you looking to chart\er? Got a lot of boys here|who'd love to take your money. - Been out all day. |- You catch? Well, not what I expected. Do you know a guy|by the name of Kyle Wheeler? Wish I didn't. - Know where I can find him?|- Yeah, he's out there. He's the one|with his hat on backwards. - Thanks. |- Yeah. - Kyle Wheeler?|- Who's asking? Texas Ranger. |I wanna know about Carl Oliver. This is Walker, Texas Ranger. I'm in a high-pursuit chase|of a man in a blue truck. I'm on the harbor side near 38th. |Need assistance. Idiot. Oh, boy. I'm gonna ask you again. What do you know|about Carl Oliver? - I didn't know he'd get killed. |- Go on. A couple of guys|offered us a lot of dough about some info|on the Mantis Oil rigs. Crew sizes, schedules,|security setups. Damn it, Jerry Lee,|I hate the smell of oil. Do you feel it, Donnie? Do you feel this|mechanical obscenity pumping out more|of Mother Nature's vital fluids just so they can build more|of their stinking machines? So they can drive their egos in their four-wheel horrors and choke the life out of whatever's|left of our miserable existence. Yeah. Yeah, I guess I can. I know you can, Donnie. That's why you're a Guardian. That's why you're|one of the chosen. Look, I understand that, but I've been out here working|for three weeks, and I'm damn sick and tired|of throwing drill chain. I've been working 20 years|to get us to this point. Donnie, this is your first brush|with history. You don't wanna miss it. Okay, bring them up! Go on. Keep going. Keep going. Cameron, stop now! Stop!|Bring it down now. Stop. Lower it down now! Walker, I'm sorry it took me|so long to get back to you, but talk about a needle|in a haystack, man. The descriptions aren't much|to go on, but that's all I could get|out of Wheeler. So you think they're responsible|for the trouble on Platform 29? Well, it's a possibility. |What else you got? Well, Oliver's a lightweight. |He's got a small rap sheet. Nothing of consequence there. What about Mantis Oil? And nothing out of the ordinary there|either. Officially, that is. They've had trouble|with environmentalists a couple of years back,|but that's all ancient history now. I'm telling you,|it's a pretty good company. They got awards from Eart\h Shield for their effort\s to protect|the environment. I think Alex knows a gal|from Eart\h Shield. - Why don't you contact her?|- All right, you got it. Right. Susan's family|is on the Dallas social registry. She was valedictorian|of our graduating class. She gave it all up for the cause. Her parents must be very proud. - Susan. |- Hi, Alex. It's so good to see you. Thank you for coming in. I want you to meet a friend. |This is Jimmy Trivette. Always glad to help|the Texas Rangers. Thank you. Susan, someone's targeting|the Mantis Oil Company. Break-ins, accidents, sabotage, and we think it might be|an environmental group. Hey, wait a minute. The organizations|I deal with work within the system. Strictly legal protests. That's it. You know anybody|who works outside the system? Oh, where do I begin? Try someone who might|resort\ to ***. I gotta tell you, I got all kinds of people|with all kinds of motives, and Alex just spent|eight hours at Eart\h Shield checking through their rosters|and literature. - What'd you get?|- Mrs. York came up with five names, three guys and two women,|who she thinks may be over the top. A couple of them|are pretty harmless, but there's this one guy|I'm not so sure about. Why's that? Well, he made a push|to take over Earth Shield. Not only did they vote him down,|but they drummed out. Excessive tactics, advocating violence. |His name's Walter Clark. What else did she say about him? She said he made a big deal|about his degree from Yale, that it made him feel like|something special, so I'm checking|the graduating classes to see if anything|fits the description. Well, a guy that brags that much|usually doesn't finish. What's that? Check all the freshman classes,|Trivette. I'd be willing to bet|he didn't graduate. - All right, I'll get back to you. |- Okay. Gentlemen. Jerry Lee Stark, your basic|veteran environmental radical. He was thrown out of Yale|his sophomore year, suspected of destroying|the press offices at the university when they wouldn't|publish his off-the-wall poetry about saving Mother Eart\h. Last anybody heard from him|was a poem he wrote in blood on the walls of the dean's house. Since then, he's been the suspect|of various federal investigations regarding environmental terrorism. Looks like everybody's|first husband. He spooked Wheeler pretty good. You should read his stuff. |He'd definitely kill for the cause. Stark thinks he's a prophet. He's obsessed with saving|Mother Eart\h, Walker. His new splinter group's called|the Guardians. Just what the world needs,|another bunch of nuts. - Got anything else?|- This is a duty roster for Platform 29. A new hire. Alias: Walter Clark. Valid passport\, driver's license,|work history. The whole phony nine yards. We got anything|we can bust him on? Not enough. We gotta find out|what they're up to. Looks like I'll have to go|undercover. Okay, right there. That's Tilden, with the glasses. Check out the others. Don't want anybody|getting in our way. I can't say it enough:|Safety, safety, safety. We pay a bonus|for staying in one piece. Last few months the only thing|safe on 29 has been that bonus. That's gonna change. - Ryan!|- Yeah? Take Tilden down to C Deck|and show him the ropes. Show him where he's bunking,|where he's eating, and then put him to work. Walker, you and Baker|come on with me. Blowout preventer is in|this control house. Very import\ant. I want every man on this rig|to be able to find it in his sleep. Four fire alarms located|on each level. Your life could depend|on knowing where they are. Heat suits and fire retardant|is stored in the lockers at the base of the stairwells. First-aid station's right next|to the galley. Can't be too careful. Well, this is it. This is where we're pulling up|the mother lode. Twenty-Nine's drawing|on the best oil reserve in the gulf. Five hundred barrels a day. - High gravity?|- Better than West Texas crude. Where do I bunk at? B Deck. |We'll start\ you off packing mud. Walker, you'll be taking over|Red's job, troubleshooting. Get to it, Baker. Well, you know where the phone is,|and you know how to find me. - There's an empty bunk on B Deck. |- Thanks. Hey. Red's gonna heal up, and he better|get his job back when he does. That's not my problem. Yeah, well, it's my problem. |He's my brother, and he's got kids. I'm just doing my job. Yeah, well, don't fall in love with it. Jimmy, how long's this gonna take? All right, we're online. C. D. - You must be Ranger Trivette. |- Yes, sir. Vic Landry. Well, we're running a full background|program on Jerry Lee Stark. All known associates|over the last 20 years. Maybe it'll give us some IDs|on the Guardians. By golly, that's good. Your boy set up out there? We're just waiting on him to call. I hope he knows what he's doing. Cordell Walker knows all about|them old drilling rigs. That's the first job he had when|he got mustered out of the service. Twenty-Nine isn't exactly|a trip to Hawaii. He's a Texas Ranger. Mr. Landry, he'll handle anything|that comes up out there. Believe me. This rigging's gonna be|a two-man operation. Four charges at the support\ cables, two on the rotary table, and one fat boy on the wellhead. Our mission will be|all but accomplished. Welcome, Brother Ray. Welcome to the Guardians. With your skill and my power, we're gonna re-enter|the Garden of Eden. Well, let's get to it. You're gonna have to exercise|a little patience, brother. We can't just get to it. Not until the equipment's delivered|to the nort\h pylon. Where is it? They do contraband checks. Three times a day,|four times on Sunday. Imagine their surprise|if they stumbled on our big load of C-4. You just sit back, relax. Take in the atmosphere. You know,|I almost bailed on this operation when I heard what fools|you've all been. Hey, watch your mouth, mister. Don't you know|who you're talking to? I build bombs, Stark, blow things up. That's all I do. You wanna punish society,|be my guest, as long as I get paid. Till then, you tell your trip|to someone else, somebody who gives a damn. - God bless you, brother. |- Yeah, right. You lost or something? We've been able|to track Stark's movements up to about five months ago. He had to live somewhere|in the Galveston area since then. A base for operations. We need to find it. We're spread pretty thin. Do what you can, man. - Trivette. |- I made contact with Stark. He's got a team onboard. At least five men. - The Guardians. |- Yeah. I don't know what they're up to, but whatever it is,|it's gonna happen real soon. I came up with a new guy. Had a scar on his hand. Could've been a cordite burn. - A fuse man?|- Possibly. - I gotta sign off. |- Be careful, Walker. Give you a hand? If I need any help, pal, I'll ask for it. Hey, slacker. Where do you think you're going?|You're supposed to be welding. Look, I'm sorry about your brother You know,|you're not pulling your load, and you definitely|ain't pulling Red's load. I've got no beef with you. Yeah, well, you do now. - Feel better now?|- Not yet. What's going on over there? - Who's that guy fighting with?|- I don't know. Come on, y'all. Cut it out. We got work to do. Oh, God! Help me. Oh, God. Don't let me go. Get me up. Stop kicking. Relax. - I'm gonna try to swing you up. |- Okay. Now! All right! Yeah! Nice job! Nice job! You pack a good wallop. I'll say the same for you. I'm docking you three days' pay|for that little stunt. You're also gonna pay|for that rail you knocked out. And you, you're fired. I told you what the policy|on this rig is all about. Safety first. I've got no truck|with hotheads like you. He saved my butt out there, chief. And that fight was my fault. |He tried to walk away, but I pushed it. Well, then, maybe|I ought to give you both the boot. Well, no harm done, chief. It's over. All right, I'm docking you both. Get out of here. Get out of my sight. Walker, you stay here|and fill out the incident report\. Date it, sign it,|and then get back to work. - How am I doing?|- Did great. - That was a good job out there. |- Thanks. - Is Peterson part\ of this?|- No, I don't think so. Look, I've got a print of a guy I need sent to Ranger Trivette|at Galveston P. D. - Trivette?|- Yeah, then destroy this. - Okay. |- Okay, thanks. Food's decent. Most rigs don't feed too good. That right? How long you been with Mantis? A while. Well, they shouldn't|be docking your pay, brother. They should be pinning a gold medal|on your chest, the way you saved|that yo-yo's bacon out there. Don't talk much, do you? I mind my own business. I suggest you do the same. I got a real bad feeling|about that man. Yeah. I was in the radio room. Curt\is has been faxing stuff to the Galveston P. D. What do we do? Drop the hammer. Don't forget your rendezvous time:|0800 sharp. I'll be there. I'm not carrying this stuff. What? You should've brought some men. I don't do grunt work. Curt\is,|they're gonna blow the platform. Get a security team out there|right now. - You got any weapons onboard?|- Yeah, the shotgun right here. - It's gone. |- Okay, make the call. Lose something? Find him. Somebody cut off that damn alarm. How you doing, Donnie?|Where is he? He disappeared, Jerry Lee. |No sign of him yet. Find him, Donnie. Find him. Kill him, you cut him into shark bait. Trivette. Took us all night to find a match|on the prints Walker sent. - Who they belong to?|- Ray Cochran. His real name is Ray Tilden. |Explosive expert\. I went through a half a dozen|intelligence agencies before he finally showed up,|on Interpol. - Notify Walker?|- No, we can't get through. Big trouble out on Platform 29. The rig's on emergency power. Communications are dead. - Jimmy, you gotta get out there. |- It's going down. We're deploying. Landry? Damn! Alex, we're gonna need|some firepower, honey. I'll get you all the help you need. All right, get in there. Come on, hurry up. Move. Go ahead. Come on. I've reset the time. All you have to do is activate it. Donnie, what the hell's going on|up there? Any word from Walker yet? No, Mr. Landry. |All systems on 29 are still down. Damn it, Donnie. I want you guys checking in. |He's only one man. I'm on it, Jerry Lee. B Deck is secure. |I'm heading up to C Deck right now. Don't let me down, Donnie. |Keep your eye on the prize. You can count on me, Jerry Lee. |You know you can. - Who are these guys?|- Ecoterrorists. Where's everybody? Well, they put everybody|in the galley up there and welded the door shut on them. - Good thing I was in the can. |- Go see if you can get them out. Donnie? Don't be shy. Talk to me, buddy. Hello, Jerry Lee. Who's this? Walker, Texas Ranger. Things aren't working out|too good for you, are they? God's gonna damn you, Walker. I don't think God's mad at me,|but I think you're in a lot of trouble. I'm David going up against Goliath. I'm making history here. You are history, pal. I'm out of here. We got 29 in sight, Mr. Landry. Keep it low. We don't know|what's going on out there. Tilden! Donnie? Ltch? Turner? Where's everybody? Can't find Donnie anywhere. Wait two minutes,|and then get the hell out of here. Get out of there. Get out. Attention, Rig 29. This is the Galveston Police|and the Texas Rangers. We are preparing to board. Any resistance|will be met with deadly force. Just listen to that engine. Oh, man, that is beautiful music|to this old captain, yes, siree. I wouldn't push it too hard, C. D. Well, it's tempting, I'll tell you that. No telling what she could do, but, well,|I just can't get over owning this thing. - I mean, this is it for me. |- Big Dog. Presentation. - Captain C. D. |- Hey. Oh, my goodness. How's it look? - Great. |- Very smart\. Good, good. I'll always wear it when I'm at the helm|of the Winky ***. Oh, C. D. ,|you have got to change that name. No, no, no. This is the greatest day of my life. It really is. C. D. I think we're listing|a little bit to the bow. Cordell, with all due respect,|that's the way these babies are built. Low and smooth as a water snake. Hey, look over here. - Ahoy, turn around!|- Go back to the dock! - You're taking in water!|- Ahoy, ahoy. - Go back, go back. |- You're sinking! I think they're trying|to tell you something. Oh, no, no. They're just sailors. |They're just friendly people. - Hey!|- Turn around! Captain Parker here. |Good to see you. Ahoy! Man, I can't believe how fast|the Winky *** sank, you guys. Yeah, it went down like a rock. It was very sweet of those people|to rescue us. You're right, C. D. |Sailors are the friendliest people. This has got to be|the very worst day of my life.