All language subtitles for Walker, Texas Ranger - S02E01 - Bounty (480p x265 EDGE2020).eng

( indistinct chatter
over police radio )

( ticking )

( slow, suspenseful theme
playing )

( sparking )

( upbeat action theme playing )

( tires squeal )

Yo, Ned,
good to see you, bro!

( laughs )

Damn, Roy, I can't believe
that you called me.

I can't believe
you're not in Tulsa.

I mean, isn't that
like jumping bail or something?

Ain't you even glad
to see me, boy?

Couldn't imagine
what held you up.

Nothing held me up.
I held it up.

Have a look
in there, boy.

Yahoo!

My God, Ray, what are you doing?

Are you trying to start
something up or something?

I ain't startin' nothin' up,
Ned. That's the finish.

That's for Pa.

I'm gonna tell you
where you can find the rest.

No, Roy. You're in
enough trouble as it is.

Okay?

He wouldn't want this
from you, anyway.

Well, I want you to give
it to him. Don't tell him
it's from me.

I gotta get back to Tulsa before
they find out I'm gone.

I want you to take that.
You find the rest.

Y'all give Star a call
this afternoon.

She's waiting
to hear on you.

You let her know
it's done.

WALKER:
Uncle Ray,
I really don't have time

to go all the way out
to the reservation

and participate
in these Indian games.

Washoe, it's important
that you make time.

You must keep alive the part
of you that is Cherokee.

Then High Hawk's
gonna have me race

against his top riders again.

He is anxious
to challenge you again,

and it would give you
an opportunity to speak.

Remember, he likes to laugh.

Uncle Ray, I'm not gonna tell
any of your jokes.

High Hawk likes my jokes.

And he's heard all your jokes.

Well, he hasn't heard this one.
You wanna hear it?

Why not?
You're gonna tell me anyway.

This tribe worked real hard

to send one of the chief's sons
off to college,

on the promise
that when he returned,

he'll use his
newfound knowledge

for the advancement
of his people.

So he got an electrical
engineering degree,

and when he returned,
one of his first deeds

was to wire electric light
for the outhouse,

because the tribe was tripping
out there in the dark.

So he-- He became known
as one of the first Indians

to wire a head
for a reservation.

( laughs )

Get it?

Wire-- Wire a head
for a reservation.

Yeah, I get it,
Uncle Ray.

I got a million of them.

Well, you boys were sure moving
along there, weren't you?

Sorry, pard. Uh, we've been
making the run back

from Tulsa all night.

Hasn't been anyone
on the road.

After doing 80 all night
and no one on the road,

you kinda lose track of speed.

All the way
from Tulsa, nonstop?

You got it.
Mmm.

Well, you sure made
some hellacious mileage.

The tank's still full.

You boys mind stepping
out of the car?

( horse whinnies )

Washoe,
the horse is okay.

( car engine starts )

UNCLE RAY:
Guess they didn't
want the ticket.

Wahoo!

All right.

What you go
and do that for?

Just kick back, little bro.
That Ranger's got nothing to do

but polish the road dust off
his badge and wait for a ride.

( horse whinnies )

You're never gonna
catch them on horseback.

Won't know unless I try.

( adventurous theme playing )

Now, we gotta make sure
we take care of it first.

And then we go to Pa.
Roy...

We can't tell him first.

Otherwise, he'll never
go for it.

Roy!
What?

Grab the money, Ned.
Grab it!

Go! Now!

( grunts )

Hyah. Hyah.

WALKER:
Come on. Get out of there, kid.

ROY:
Ah!

Don't even
think of it, now.

( grunts )
Don't do that.

Ooh. Oh!

Sorry I had to do that.

( coughs )

( groans )

( whistles )

( snorts )

Here comes our ride, kid.
( coughs )

( horse neighs )

Hee-hee-hoo!

Hee-hoo!

( giggles )

Get along, little doggie.
And me without a camera, man.

Don't even start with me.

See, I never believed them
when they said you put pants on

one leg at a time.

Gosh, you're my hero, big guy.

Yeah.
Oh!

Whoa. Whoa.

( Trivette laughs )

Oh, man.

Whew.

Look...

you don't mind taking
the prisoner in for me, do you?

No. No.

Good. And...

here's his weapon.

Thank you.

( laughs )

A captive audience.

And eight other similar
ATM robberies

in the past seven weeks.

You and your brother have
taken down close to, what?

Two hundred and fifty grand.

I don't know what
you're mouthing about.

I'm a hardworking,
law-abiding citizen.

Woo-hoo!

You're smug.

You don't want
an attorney or anything?

No, I, could use some doughnuts

to go with this, uh,
stale coffee, but...

I don't need a lawyer.
I didn't do nothing.

I'll tell you what, though,
let's take it to court.

You present your case.

What are you gonna do
when they find your fingerprints

all over the ATM
that was boosted?

I think we both know

my prints aren't gonna
be anywhere at all.

Don't we?

I'll tell you what--

Well, what do we do now, boys?

I think maybe you and I
have a little talk...

Texas-style.

Oh, good. That means
I'm out of here.

What are you
talkin' about?

Where's he going?
Where you going?

To get your doughnuts.

You like the ones
with the soft center, right?

( door closes )

You don't scare me.

I mean, you guys
are Rangers.

You ain't
gonna do nothing.

( crashes to the floor )

Did you drop something,
Roy, besides yourself?

You don't scare me!

You can't threaten me!

Did you threaten
this prisoner, Walker?

You're damn right
he did.

How did he threaten you.
Mr. Buchanon?

Well, he, uh...
Sat down.

Well, the other guy,
he left! He--

Went to get his doughnuts.

How long you gonna
keep me here?

You're free to go
whenever you choose.

Wait a minute.

We can't hold him
any longer.

I chased this kid
halfway to Houston.

You had no probable cause,
Walker.

His gas tank was full?

Please, we'd get laughed
right out of the arraignment.

So, uh, this lovely lady's
saying I might be on my way.

The DA is saying shove off
before your luck turns.

I don't believe this, Alex.

I really don't believe this.

So how'd you do?

Michelle Pfeiffer's
got nothing on me.

Ah, he went for it,
didn't he?

( Alex giggles )

What are you two up to?

We weren't getting
anywhere with the kid, right?

So I came up with a plan.

I'm gonna let Roy
lead us to his brother

and then, eventually,
the money.

Dare I ask what the plan is?

It's beautiful.

We just follow
the bouncing ball.

Follow the bouncing ball?

( beeping )

TRIVETTE:
I planted a LoJack on the bumper
of his impounded car.

So if we don't get too close
and spook him,

he takes us to where
X marks the spot.

Huh?

Is that
a beautiful plan?

( yips )

Whoa. Where you going?

I'm going to take a look.

No. That's what's so great
about the plan.

We're looking at him
right here, see?

He can't make a move
without us knowing it.

I wanna see him
in person.

You're so dang stubborn.

You have no faith
in me, Walker!

( guitar theme playing )

He'll be back.

( beeping )

Come on. He's on the move.
Let's go.

What are you doing?
Come on. Let's go!

Now, look, see.

He's moving south
in the parking lot.

He's going--

Oh, get down!

Come on. He's gonna see.

Get down.

Well, guess we move
to plan B, then.

Hey! My computer!

( action theme playing )

( horn honks )

That was an expensive piece
of equipment.

Didn't work like one.

Do you think that they know
we're after them?

I don't think they know
we're after them.

Do you think they know?
Look, you wanna drive?

Watch it!
( horns honking )

You did that on purpose.

( tire screeches )

Oh, what? You and Trigger
could have done better?

Thanks for the lift, Mick.

I think I wasted
that damn Universal

out there this morning.

No sweat.

See you at Tully's?

Yeah. If I get a chance.

Hasta, man.

( cartoonish music
playing on TV )
( laughing )

ROY:
What the hell's
goin' on here?

Who are you?

What the hell
you doing in here?

I swear, When he done shoots
down that one rabbit hole

and it comes out the other

and gets him in the seat
of the pants...

( laughs hysterically )

Oh, lordy.

I can't never
get me enough of that

( in cartoonish accent ):
Yosemite Sam.

What an actor.

( chuckles )

I think you in
the wrong place, partner.

Oh, I'd never smell out
the wrong hound's butt, hoss.

You Roy Buchanon, ain't you?

of the Denton Buchanons?

You done upped and run
on Eddie Hatcher, boy.

You know you don't skip
when Eddie posts your bail.

Look, I was gonna come back.

I just had me something to do,
that's all.

Uh, how about I, uh...

How about I get you
a beer in here?

( gun clicks )

( menacing theme playing )

You looking for this, hoss?

You know, you should not
leave such things lying about,

what with all the violence
out there and all.

Come on, partner,
we oughta be able to...

work something out.

I mean, you just tell Eddie I--

I just need
a couple more days. Ooh!

What you need, boy,
is to make old Boo happy

by telling him
what he wants to hear.

Now, you can do that,
can't you?

Why, shoot.

If a little, old cartoon
can make me happy,

you sure can, can't you?

Let's visit.

Come on, Trivette.

I got an address
on the Buchanon kid.

Eh? This is disgusting, man.

Look, if there's any ketchup

or anything
in this hard drive,

you owe me for it.
You hear that?

( engine starts )

( grunts )

Now, why don't you just
be a good bugger

and tell me
where that money is.

If you ain't got it,
you gave it to somebody.

Who? Your little brother, maybe?

Mmm.

Or, maybe, that cute girlie
friend of yours.

Oh, yeah. I know about her.

Don't hurt anyone.

( grunts )

Now, you are truly trying
my good patience here, boy.

So spit it out,
or I'll wail on you some more.

I can keep this up all day.
How 'bout you?

TRIVETTE:
Let me ask you, what do you
have against computers?

( gunshot )

( action theme playing )

Texas Rangers.
Drop the gun, now!

MAN:
Whoa, now.

Softly.
Whoa, now.

Breathe easy, now.

Get up,
turn around.

Hands behind your head.

Up against that wall.
Move!

Now, let's just take this
at a slow trot, now.

The name's Waxwell,

Boone Waxwell.

My paper is in
my right hip pocket there.

I got my gun permit
in there too.

Everything's nice and legal.

How about in your left boot?

Ooh-hoo.

You got Injun eyes
there, Ranger.

And, yes, sir,
I got me a license

for that little puppy too.

"Boone Waxwell."

My good buddies
call me Boo.

Skip tracer.

Yes, sirree, Bob.
You see, right there,

I got me a legit right to that
sack o' trash lyin' yonder.

He jumped bail in Tulsa
on Eddie Hatcher.

Give him a call.
He'll tell it all.

Don't worry, we will.

Then, I got me
nothing to fret about.

Doesn't say anything
about dead or alive, Waxwell.

Well, I don't get met
by the welcome wagon

in my line of work.

It was self-defense,
plain and simple.

When people wind up dead,
it's never plain or simple.

Why, whatever you
hinting at, Ranger?

The kid was left-handed.

He a southpaw?

So why did he try to shoot you
with his right hand, Waxwell?

( chuckles ):
I was too busy ducking
and saving my biscuits

to ask him why he's firing
with which hand.

Maybe he's one of them
amphibious guys.

Can use either hand.

Ambidextrous.

Yeah.

That's what I meant.

Ambidextrous.
I'm gonna write that down.

Well, while you're at it,
write this down:

You have the right
to remain silent.

If you give up that right,
anything you say

can and will be used against you
in a court of law.

Oh, what y'all
doin' this for?

You have the right
to an attorney.

Now, we're all weari''
the same colors.

Do you understand these rights
as they have been given to you?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I do.

ALEX:
You're a bounty hunter,

and you work for
bail-bondsman Eddie Hatcher.

Seems your story
checks out, Mr. Waxwell.

Why, sure, and why
wouldn't it, ma'am?

Boone's the name.
Boo to my good friends.

Even some
who aren't so good.

That still leaves us
with one dead kid.

Clutching a gun
in the wrong hand.

Like I told your Ranger here,
I don't get no written exam,

so I don't likely know which
hand he fires with normally,

just what he fired
at me with.

Just one of those
unlucky breaks.

Not for you.

That's my favorite kind.

Seems to me, a lot of bad luck
follows your tail, Waxwell.

You're the busiest
skip tracer in five states.

Reputation spreads.

Did you know that out of 25
bounties in the past two years,

you brought in 18 dead.

Is that a fact?

Yeah. Very much a fact.
A cold, hard fact.

WAXWELL:
Law enforcement's
a risky game.

I never thought of it as much
of a game, Mr. Waxwell.

Excuse my indelicate choice of
words, ma'am, but if you check,

you'll find
all those warrants are good.

No problem with any local law
in any of the counties I worked.

And I sure hope not
to have any here.

I hope not, either.

Then I can go?

You're free.

I need to clean up some.

Still a might shook up,

but with nearly
getting killed and all.

Recommend a place to stay?

Yeah, where you came from.

I'd be willing to bet

we're not gonna be friends.

I'd be willing to bet
if you don't leave my town,

we're gonna be
downright enemies.

( ominous theme playing )

I'm so genuinely sorry
to hear that, Walker.

I'm sorry, too, Boo.

Walker.

ALEX:
Think you better leave,
Mr. Waxwell.

Ma'am.

Walker, I know
that guy is slime,

but you can't just
run people outta town.

TRIVETTE:
What I'm not understanding

is why we would have to.

This guy's m.o. was "tag 'em,
bag 'em, and shove off," right?

Then why's he sticking
around here?

( action theme playing )

TRIVETTE:
Two hundred
thirty-two thousand

six hundred
and seventy-two dollars

is the exact unrecovered amount
from all the ATM robberies.

So if the Buchanon boys
pulled all the jobs,

that's the missing stash
that Ned's sitting on.

Maybe that's what our old buddy
Boo is trying to sniff out.

It's the only thing
that would track.

Damn it, the keys are sticking.

Is that spaghetti?
Hey.

All right,
all the other bounties

that Waxwell's taken down were
for really pretty hefty sums.

Let me see, the last three

were for 23, 18 and a half
and 46 grand.

So why else would he bother
with Roy Buchanon

when the payoff for that bounty
was only five grand?

Looks like we better find
Ned Buchanon

before Waxwell does

and continues to chop down
the family tree.

TRIVETTE:
Is there anyone
we can call for you, sir,

to come
and stay with you?

There's nobody, just me and Ned.

We took care of each other,
the two of us.

That's what we done.

You know, Ned made me
this here wheelchair.

He scrounged up parts...

and even tooled some himself.

Do you think Ned
will come back here?

Ned's not gonna
know what to do.

Not what to do.

He's not like Roy.

You can bet
that if my Ned's

even the slightest
mixed up in this,

it's all because
of that no-good brother of his.

Ned, he-- He wouldn't know
how to find trouble.

( stirring theme playing )

Roy, he--
He was born to it.

He was too smart, Roy.

That's why he was always
on the wrong end of things.

Roy could do anything
he set a mind to.

He could've--

He could've helped me
hold onto this farm

if he had a mind to.

Not now, though.

Now it's all gone.

It's all gone.

Excuse me, Mr. Buchanon.

Uh, it says here,

"To Roy.
Love always, Star"?

That's Roy's
girlfriend, Star.

Do you know
her last name?

Buckley.
Star Buckley.

Ms. Buckley?
Ms. Buckley?

Star?

( door closes )

( door lock clicking )

( knocking )

Texas Rangers.

Open up, please.

( door lock clicking )

The girl
across the hall--

I didn't see nothin'.

TRIVETTE:
Hey.

Looks like the tornado
that carried Dorothy

over the rainbow
blew through there, pal.

Said I didn't
see nothing.

This nothing
you didn't see,

was he about 6 foot tall,
black cowboy hat

and built like
a refrigerator?

But I didn't say nothing,
you hear?

I didn't say a thing.

That's for sure.

Did he take her
with him?

Uh-uh.

She'd already
gone to work.

And I told him.

I told him she was gone.

He just came out
and kicked the door in,

and...

I didn't see nothing.

( slow guitar theme playing )

Guess what?

He didn't see nothing.

You got it.

MAN:
I told you.

She went to get
her dry cleaning.

We're usually
not very busy early,

so she takes her time.

WALKER:
Is there a problem?

No problem at all.

You were just examining

the texture of his beard, right?
( chuckles )

Did this man
assault you?

No, no.

Everything's fine.

What can I do
for you guys?

Give me a brewski,

and, uh, sarsaparilla
for my friends,

the dynamic duo
of Texas Rangers.

What are you doing
in Brownie's, Waxwell?

Well, I was driving by, and...

I liked the name.

Why don't you
get back in your rig

and keep on driving by?

Oh, now, that pretty,
little filly of a DA

never said nothing about Dallas
welcoming people like this.

People, Waxwell, not lowlifes.

TRIVETTE:
And I'm willing to bet

that you're low enough to walk
under a snake's belly

without even knocking
your hat off.

WAXWELL:
Tell you what.

I think I'm gonna
find me a place

with a little
warmer atmosphere,

something more fitting
to my own cheerful demeanor.

( cash register chimes )

That's a good idear.

♪ The eyes of Texas ♪

♪ Are upon me ♪

MAN:
What'd you say, girl?

Hey, Cal,

Cindy.

Ms. Buckley?

Ms. Star Buckley?

We're Rangers,
Walker and Trivette.

Uh, we'd like to have
a couple words with you.

What's goin' on?

You know a Ned
and Roy Buchanon?

I surely do.

Are--? Are they okay?
Did something happen?

Well, maybe
you better sit down.

W-what?

Tell me.

Roy Buchanon's
been killed.

( stirring theme playing )

Here.

Sit down.

Listen,

we gotta locate Ned
as soon as possible,

and we were hoping
you could help us out.

This is gonna
destroy Ned.

They--

They were so close.

So close.

We hate to push you, Star,

but we really need
to get ahold of Ned.

You know where
we might find him?

I-I don't feel too good.

Can I have a minute?
Yeah.

( ominous theme playing )

( Star screams )

Oh!

( cartoonish music
playing on TV )

( Waxwell laughing )

Boy,

I can't never
get enough of this guy.

Oh, you sure
you're not hungry?

I know...

you're scared of me,
little girlie.

You got good reason to be.

I-- I don't know
what you want from me.

Oh, sure you do.

I wanna know where your
boyfriend's little brother's at.

Hmm.

Oh, looky here, now.

Is that your mama?

Mmm.

She's pretty.

Mm-hm.

Oh, well, looky here.

You got yourself
a little baby sister.

Sarah.

Sarah.

You know,
it's interesting, uh...

the business I'm in.

Finding people.

Mostly, you know, bounty hunti''
is the information business.

Most skip tracers
track their jumpers

by credit card reports,

TRWs...

electronic bugging devices
and such, but not me.

Uh-uh. No, ma'am.

I'm a people person.

( ominous theme playing )

I work people.

Please...

Please don't hurt me.

Oh, now, I'm gonna
have to hurt you

just a little bit.

In case you get a mind
for the cutes

and lie to me.

That way, you see,
you know I'll come back

and I'll give you some more.

And if you whisper to anybody

that this was anything more
than a dinner invitation,

I'll go and find your mama.

And I'll hurt her.

Hmm?

Or, maybe, little Sarah.

Hmm?

So you tell me,
twinkle, twinkle, little Star...

did I abduct you?

Did I force you into my car?

Now...

let's talk about Ned boy.

Mm-hm.

So he became
the first Indian

to wire a head
for a reservation.

( all laugh )

Uh, yes, sir.

We have an APB out
on Waxwell's truck.

So far, there's no sign
of the girl

or the Buchanon kid.

MAN ( on telephone ):
Did you know that Alex called?

What'd she want?

She didn't say.

She just said
she's at County General.

All right. I'm on my way
over there.

Cordell!

( laughs )

Wire a head...

for a reservation.

Wire ahead
for a reservation.

He's gonna give me
a heart attack.

That's the funniest man
I ever saw in my life.

Yeah, he's just
a barrel of laughs.

Get him to tell you
the one about

the traveling
canoe salesman.

C.D.,

if Trivette calls,

tell him I went to see Alex
at County Hospital.

( all laughing )

C.D., did you hear me?

Yeah, okay, yeah.
Jimmy. Yeah, I got it.

He could make it
as a stand-up comic.

Who?

Your Uncle Ray.

I'm thinking about
featuring him Friday night

before Delbert comes on.

Listen,
you've got to hear

this traveling
canoe salesman joke.

These two Indian women
are trying to cross the river...

Traveling
canoe salesman.

ALEX:
I thought
it was another assault.

When I got here
and got an I.D.,

I called dispatch
to find you.

Ms. Buckley,

what has happened to you
is a terrible,

terrible thing,

and the person who did this
to you should be punished,

but we can't do that
without your help.

Please.

C-could you just
go away?

I-- I just want you
to go away.

I know who did this
to you, Star.

It was Boone Waxwell.

I didn't say that,

I didn't tell you
nothing of the sort.

I know he's the one
that did it,

and you're not the first one
he's done it to.

Then why's he still
out there doing it?

Not that I'm saying
he done anything to me.

But why don't you arrest him?

Because there are
never any witnesses.

Like yourself,

nobody's gonna
testify against him.

WALKER:
Waxwell operates on fear.

He counts on that
to keep people from talking,

and if we don't stop him,
he's gonna get Ned.

And believe me, you don't
want that to happen.

What I want is for y'all
to go away...

now.

I just wanna be left alone.

Where's my doctor?

Can I have my doctor?

I'm in pain.

Doesn't anyone care
that I've been hurt?

Sure, we do.

We just don't want
anyone else to get hurt.

Nurses' station.

What kind of animal
does this to people?

The kind that crawl
on their bellies. Snakes.

Waxwell's the meanest
of them all.

Ranger Walker.

Thank you.

Doesn't somebody need their
medication or something?

What did I do?

Walker.

TRIVETTE:
Yeah, it's Trivette.

I spotted Waxwell's car.

Can you get out here?

All right. I'll pick you
right up.

That was Trivette.

He spotted Waxwell's car.

He's still in town?

Yeah, and he's not
even trying to hide.

( people chattering
indistinctly)

WAXWELL:
Do us a favor, partner,

and find yourself
another phone, eh?

There are
no other phones.

Besides, this is a public phone.

All right, look.
I know you can't tell

by looking at my natural,
good-natured appearance,

but I'm tellin' you,
I'm out of good temper today.

So unless you're gonna
use that phone

to call an ambulance,
I'd skedaddle, okay?

You like that?
All right!

Get out of here.

Thank you
for your cooperation.

( rings )

Hello. Brownie's.

Uh... Uh, let me
speak to Star.

Uh, well, you know,
we're packed in here right now,

and she's moving like a cat
with her tail afire.

Could you just, uh...?

Could you tell her
it's Ned?

Ned?
Mm-hm.

Well,
I'll tell her, but--

Hang on.

♪ La-dee-da, la-dee-da
Dee-dee-da ♪

♪ Ned's calling
La-da-da-dee-dee-da ♪

♪ Da-doo-doo-doo ♪

"Ned," did you say?

Yeah.
Where--? Where's Star?

I'm sorry, boy, but old man
Pickens has got his eye on her,

and he said
there's no way

she can come
to the phone right now.

Well, she says leave a message,
or-- Or call back tomorrow.

Tomorrow's no good.

I can't--
I can't do it tomorrow.

Uh, listen,
c-could you--?

Could you
tell her, um...?

Uh...?

Denton.

Third and Main
at 9 a.m.?

Okay.

Gotcha.

Well, howdy-do there,
Mr. Texas Ranger, sir?

I just came
from the hospital, Waxwell.

I got a look at some
of your recent handiwork.

Well, I don't know whatever it
is you're talking about, Walker.

Don't worry, you're doing real
good at scaring little girls.

It seems Star
was too afraid to ID you.

ID me?

For what? You really do
talk in riddles, Trivette.

I'm a poor,
simple country boy.

You gonna have to
spell it out for me.

We know why
you're here, Waxwell.

TRIVETTE:
You want Ned Buchanon,

and you want that
quarter of a million dollars

his brother stole.

So while you're
in our burg,

I'm gonna be all over you
like a wet burnoose.

That's harassment.
That's what that's called.

Call it
whatever you want.

Because you're
not going

anywhere near that kid
without an audience, Waxwell.

( scoffs )
Well, Jes--

Why, heck, I don't
know what this is all about.

You know,
I wouldn't even mind

a little police protection,
what with what's going on

out in those streets
in this day and age.

I'll tell you what.

I'm gonna save you
some time.

I'll give you
my itinerary.

Itinerary.

I-tin-er-ar-y.

Well,
that's pretty near damn near

as good a word as
old "ambidextrous,"
isn't that, Trivette?

Don't you think?

I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

First, I wanna
get out of here,

and find me a place
with some real local color

and get me
a real drink.

Then I'm gonna
rustle me up

one of them delicious
three-inch steaks from Texas

I'm hearing so much about.

And then,
I'm gonna wander off

to one of them
gentlemen's naked bars.

So you boys
better get some 20's

to give them
dancy girlies for tips.

And I'll see you
at the next watering hole.

( clicks tongue )

( slow guitar theme playing )

Burnoose?

( rock music
playing over speaker )

( chattering )

( men shouting )

WOMAN:
I'm gonna give my all.

MAN:
Hey, what's up?

MAN 2:
All right.
Pretty good.

That's your hog
over there, right?

WOMAN:
I don't have
to answer...

TRIVETTE:
Walker, come in.

Walker.
I just followed

this bozo to a place
called the Wrecking Bar.

I'm think
I'm gonna go in.

I know that place.

Don't go in until
I get there, Trivette.

I'm on my way.

( men shouting indistinctly )

( rock music
playing over jukebox )

Can I get a beer,
please?

MAN:
Hey, get out
of the bar.

( jeering )

Howdy-do, boys?

Howdy-do?
What's up?

What you doing here?

I'm just wondering
if you boys

might not like to do me
a little favor.

Why don't I ever
listen to him?

There some kind
of a problem?

Oh.
Guess so.

I don't suppose
it would do any good

to tell you boys
I'm a Texas Ranger.

Yeah, and I'm Davy Crockett.
( laughs )

Welcome to the Alamo.

Excuse me, guys.

♪ I apolo-golo-gize ♪

♪ You know I put
My bike on the line... ♪

You never listen to me.

Hey, I have this
under control.

Let me ask you something.

Have you ever seen
so many specimens

so low on the food chain?

I hope you're good
at making friends.

Hey, I'm a regular
social butterfly, man.

( grunts )

Karate, huh?

Walk...
( screaming )

( yells indistinctly )

Walker!

All right,
where'd he go now?

I don't know.

But I know
Star knows something.

I'm going back
to the hospital.

We gotta find
that kid first.

WOMAN ( over PA ):
Dr. Wickland, please call 2468.
Dr. Wickland...

Ned?

Did you find Ned?

Is--? Is he okay?

Is he...?

Dead? No.

But I can't help him
unless you help me.

I-- I told you, I don't know
anything. I don't.

I know you told
something to Waxwell.

I know you did.

Now, I went out
to see Ned's pa yesterday.

I told him about Roy.

He's really worried
about Ned.

Ned, yeah.

Ned, Ned, Ned.

That's all it ever was
for their daddy.

Like Roy didn't exist.

But it was Roy
who saw how much

the farm meant
to their dad,

how those bankers
with their suits and computers

was killing him.

The farm?

What are you
talking about?

Don't you see?
Don't you get it?

That's why Roy was robbing
all them banks.

To stop the foreclosure
on the farm.

All he ever hit
was Southern Star Bank branches.

He was gonna pay them back
with their own money

for what they done
to his dad.

None of it was for Roy.
None of it.

I know you're afraid
of Boone Waxwell,

but he killed
Roy Buchanon for the money,

and he won't
blink an eye to kill Ned.

I've got to find Ned.

I swear, I swear,
I don't know where he is.

Roy told me

Ned was gonna
call me at Brownie's

today at 2:30.

That's all I know, okay?
That's it.

That's what I told Waxwell.

( sighs )

Ranger Walker...

( weepily ):
Don't let nothing
happen to Ned.

Roy wouldn't have wanted
anything to happen to him

on account of something
Roy might have done.

I'll do my best, Star.

Ten hours and ten pots
of caffeine later, man,

we're still sucking air.

There's no pattern
to those robberies,

except they're all
Southern Star banks.

That's it.

Well, we know
that Waxwell believes

he's close to finding Ned.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have
pulled that stunt yesterday.

It must've been Ned
he was talking to

when we found him
at Brownie's.

Which still leaves us
sucking air again, right?

( sighs )

I don't even know if Ned's
gonna pull another robbery

now that
his brother's dead.

Do you think he would?

Maybe he doesn't have to.

Punch up
that computer of yours,

and see what it says
about the mortgage

on the, uh, Buchanon farm.

I want you to know
I'm holding you responsible

for the pickle chip
I found in this circuit board.

( typing )

Okay. The balloon
payment's 226,580,

so with the last robbery,
they have enough.

( typing )

Hey, baby.

That sucker's
due today.

WOMAN: I like him too.
WOMAN 2: I do too.

( whistle )

WAXWELL:
Hey, Ned boy,

your lady friend
sends...regrets.

Ho!

Kill that idea, hoss,

or I'll kill it for you.

Come on over here.
Come on.

( ominous theme playing )

Now, in case you're thinking,

"I can run faster
than he can draw,"

you can't.

I'll take that for you,
howdy-do.

Come on.

Now, how'd you like
to test-drive

this fine, black American-built
piece of machinery?

I thought you might.
Hop in.

( ominous theme
swells dramatically )

Drop the gun, Waxwell.
You first.

Don't be stupid.
Where you gonna go, huh?

I'm not going to no Texas
hoosegow!

I'll kill this kid!

Drop them guns!

Drop them, or I'll kill him,
I tell you!

Stand up!

Freeze!

( grunts )

Uh-uh!
Back up!

Walker?
Where is he?

Where's Walker?
( crowd chattering )

Walker?

Where is he?

I'll kill this kid,
I tell you!

( grunts )

All right.

All right.
All right.

Put your hands
behind your back.

How's the guard?

Well, a lot better
than Waxwell, I think.

Can you get up?
Yeah.

( crowd chattering )

Come on.

♪ Right now ♪

♪ Everybody loves a good... ♪

He had you.

He had you for a minute

when he had you
in that bear hug.

Not even
for a second.

Not even
for a second?

Not even for a second.
He did.

Your headlights
were dimming.

They were not.
They were too.

Were not.
Were too.

Were not.
Were--

Ranger Walker,

Trivette...

Oh, heh, hi, Star.

Hi, Mr. Buchanon.
How are you?

Fine.
Just mighty fine now.

Thanks to you, ma'am.

Oh, my pleasure.

Ned really wasn't part
of the initial robberies.

The bank
dropped all charges.

He's gonna be
released tomorrow.

Do you know that three--

Count 'em, three.

--of them TV networks called up
to buy his story?

Heh, right there they were
while he's in his cell, and--

And they're fighting
each other to write checks.

It's almost enough
to pay off the mortgage.

That's what Ned's been
hondling with them over.

The most important thing is,

you gotta get
Wesley Snipes to play me.

You know,
Trivette,

you're a lot better-looking
than Wesley Snipes.

A lot better-looking.

You're right.

( laughs )
C.D.: Ladies and gentlemen,

let me have
your attention, please.

For the first time to be
performed in our establishment

and the first time performed
off the reservation,

I give you
Uncle Dice Ray.

Let's hear it for Ray.

All right.

Well, so this Indian
pulls up to a stoplight

driving a big, long,
brand-new Cadillac,

and this Texas billionaire
pulls up right beside him,

driving his big,
long Cadillac.

And he looks over there,

sees that Indian
behind the wheel, and he says,

"Say, chief,

what's an Indian doing driving
a big, long Cadillac like that?"

He says,
"Well, pilgrim,

"Sitting Bull
didn't ride around

on some old plug."

( crowd laughs, applauds )

( slow guitar theme playing )

Oh.

( upbeat theme playing )