All language subtitles for Walker Texas Ranger - 412

All right, look
sharp, everybody.

Walker, Trivette,
mighty glad you're here

at the press conference
giving a hand.

Is there anything to
be concerned about?

Oh, plenty.

Everywhere McGuire
goes, he's in the crosshairs.

Ten days ago
he's sitting in a pub

in the middle of Belfast,

a car bomb with his name on it

goes off outside.

Kills half a dozen
innocent people.

Guy finally puts
together a real coalition

with a real chance
for permanent peace,

and people still
taking shots at him.

You're right, Trivette.
Excuse me, gentlemen.

You know, I was thinking,
Duncan McCallum,

Texas billionaire
just sitting around

counting his dough,

but there he is
working his ass off

for Adam McGuire.

Wow, peace in
Northern Ireland, Walker.

Yeah, he's a good man, Trivette,

but he remembers how
bad it was over there.

Howdy, folks. It's
good to see you.

Thanks for coming out.

Now, every now and again,

folks will be asking
me, "Duncan,

why are you getting
so... wrapped up

in this Irish thing?"

Well, I'll set you straight.

I've seen the
destruction over there.

I've seen the internal strife.

I know what the problems are,

because I was born there.

Folks, we're about to witness

history being made.

Five days from now,
in our nation's capitol,

a real honest-to-God treaty

between the Catholics
and the Protestants,

oh, and the good
folk of Great Britain,

all sitting down
at the same table,

signing their names,

all because of the man
I'm about to introduce.

He was a fighter.

Spent most of his life
manning the barricades,

and then he changed sides,

from the side of war
to the cause of peace.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the press,

the next Nobel
Peace Prize winner,

Adam McGuire.

Thank you very much.
Thank you, Duncan.

Lord and begorra,

my name and the Nobel Prize
in the same sentence, heh.

I was at a funeral
a few years back.

Nothing unusual about that.

I've attended too
many funerals in me life,

but this one, on a
cold, wet afternoon,

the day we buried a
kind and gentle young lad

named Stephen O'Bannon...

A lad who didn't deserve to die.

I looked around and a
shiver went up me spine.

All I could see were women,

grandmothers, mothers and
daughters without their men.

I was ashamed to be a
part of the reason why.

I realized that
if we kept it up,

killing each other
the way we were,

there wouldn't be
any men left to fight.

I'm not willing
to wait that long.

Now, get down quick and just go.

Now, go on, down!

Get out of the way!

Freeze.

Yeah, that's a late
model black four-by-four.

Malloy. Gavin Malloy.

There'll be no peace,
you bloody traitor.

May you rot in hell!

d In the eyes of a Ranger d

d The unsuspecting stranger d

d Had better know the truth d

d Of wrong from right d

d 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger d

d Are upon you d

d Any wrong you
do He's gonna see d

d When you're in
Texas Look behind you d

d 'Cause that's where
The Ranger's gonna be d

On the gate.

They told me you were shot.

I've had worse.

What happened? What went wrong?

What went wrong?

I'll tell you what
went wrong, Charlie.

Bloody Texas Ranger,
that's what went wrong.

This is terrible.
A terrible thing.

Shh.

Get your voice down.
Get control of yourself.

How's my son?

He's worried about
you. They all are.

You tell him not
to worry about me.

There's nothing to worry about.

These cowboys are
not gonna break me.

They can't. They're too soft.

This is not the way,
Gavin. Not God's way.

Not the way of the Lamb.

Well, you tell that
to the bloody Brits,

and while we're on
that particular subject,

Father Geary, don't
you get any fancy ideas.

Remember the seal
of the confessional.

Do you want to offer confession?

I would sooner go

to the nearest Protestant
ministry in Belfast

than confess to you, Geary.

Now, you remember
what I told you.

Nothing has changed.

Pray for me, Father.

Right there. Yeah.
There's Ranger Walker.

Excuse me, Ranger Walker?

This way please.

Ranger Walker, Ranger Walker,

can we get a comment, please?

Has the IRA taken
responsibility?

No comment.

Is the IRA exporting
their terrorism

to American soil?

Come on, ranger,
give us a break.

A real feeding frenzy.

Did the sniper make a statement?

Yeah, he told me
where I should go.

Cordell Walker,
former Special Forces.

DPS graduate, top of his class.

Texas Ranger, 15 years.

A bullet's too good for him.

The man next to
him, James Trivette.

Former professional athlete.

He's been in the
service for three years.

Malloy's wife was
accidentally killed

by a British sniper.

Gavin Malloy
tracks this kid down,

he kills him,

then he kills his entire family.

People are afraid to talk.

We got no leads to
the rest of the team.

Malloy had a visitor today,

a Father Charles Geary

from St. Patrick
Brendan's Church.

I think I'll go talk to him.

Ah, Alexandra Cahill.

Southern Methodist
University graduate.

Assistant district
attorney, five years.

Good work, McLane.

Ah, hell, an Irish lass.

What's she doing
with the likes of them?

I thought we came here
to kill Adam McGuire?

What the hell do these
people have to do with that?

It's called homework, Ryan.

They got me dad,

and I'll die before I
let him rot in prison.

Now, you shut your mouth.

We'll get him back, Derek.

Oh, boy, the phones
are ringing off the hook.

The State Department
wants to hold Malloy

for federal terrorism charges,

and the British
wanna extradite him

for crimes against the Crown.

It'll be interesting
to see who wins.

Agent Fisher?

Can you tell us something?

I'm not prepared to answer
any questions right now.

There'll be a press
conference later today.

We'll answer questions then.

This scares me, Walker.

If they get to McGuire,
their war starts all over again.

Sort of ironic, ain't it?

The war moves
from Belfast to Dallas.

Well, we'll just have
to see that it ends here.

I'm sorry, Ranger.

I'd like to help
you, but I can't.

Then tell me what you
know about Gavin Malloy.

I offered to hear
his confession,

that's all.

Did he accept?

That's God's
business, not yours.

A lot of innocent
people have died, Father,

so it does make it my business.

International terrorists?
IRA assassins?

Little out of my
league, don't you think?

You tell me, Father.

Tsk, look, there's
nothing unusual

about a man asking for a priest,

and a countryman, at that.

I hear confessions all day long.

That is my job,

to absolve people of their sins.

Well, Malloy's team
is still out there,

and I've got to find them.

Then I'll pray for your success.

Excuse me.

And that's when I saw you
shoot the man with the camera,

and I was running...

And the noise, it was so loud,

and I think I was screaming.

I've never seen
someone shot before.

It was so horrible.

And I was so scared.

How was that?

Damn Rangers.

Walker's the key, Derek.

The key to finding and
killing Adam McGuire.

I should've been with me dad.

He shouldn't have
been there alone.

He carried all the weight.

All we did was...
play bloody decoy.

For the love of Ireland,
we'll get your father back.

I promise you.

I want you to sign
it up. Yeah, okay.

Irish-American Courier.

Yes. I've only been
here for three years.

I still haven't gotten rid
of my accent yet, heh.

I don't have a
Southern drawl yet.

Heh, well, I like your accent.

Actually, my
grandmother's from Ireland.

Really? What was
her maiden name?

Hargrove. Agnes Hargrove.

Eh, miss O'Neill, right?

Tracy O'Neill.

When you, eh, were
listening to McGuire,

did you notice anything
out of the ordinary?

No. No.

When Adam McGuire speaks,

you don't really hear
or see anything else.

How is he? How's he doing?

Uh, he's fine.

I was afraid he'd
postpone his meetings here

and go home after what happened.

Tsk, no, I think
he's going to stay.

Good.

The Brits want him,

but the State
Department wants him too,

so we're gonna put
Malloy in the federal tank

at Fort Sumner
while they fight it out.

The shooting
happened on our turf.

We still got a case to crack.

This ain't cattle
rustling, Trivette.

Little out of your league.

Excuse me. I'm from Baltimore.

We don't have a hassle
here... Excuse me.

It's kind of stupid
that we move the guy

until we know what's going on.

What's the problem?

Ask Fisher.

Explain something to
your partner here, Walker.

This is a federal court order
signed by a federal judge

entrusted to yours truly,
and what do I expect?

I expect a little cooperation.

You'll get our
cooperation, Agent Fisher,

but you should use our help.

Hey, maybe we're
not Texas Rangers,

but we can take
care of business.

Anybody got a pen?

Cross your T's and dot your I's.

Thank you.

Sorry for the interruption.

Is she really FBI?

One of the best.

So you didn't notice
anything, Miss O'Neill?

Well, when the shooting started,

I don't remember
much of anything...

but then I saw you.

I saw you shoot the
man with the camera,

and then... And
then I was running,

and the noise, it was so loud...

and I think I was screaming.

I mean, I never saw
someone shot before,

it was horrible.

I was so scared.

You okay?

Yes, thank you.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

It just feels better
talking about it.

I understand.

If I think of anything,

is there a way I can...
get in touch with you?

Yeah, sure. Here's my card.

Thank you, Ranger Walker.

You know, I'm not so sure

about McGuire hiding
out in McCallum's office.

You honestly believe
this place is safe now?

No place is safe from fanatics.

That's why we can't let
anyone know he's here.

Walker, Trivette.

Rangers, I can't
thank you enough

for what you did for me.

Why, gentlemen,
please, have a seat here.

Now then, what can I do for you?

Can you tell us who's
against your peace process?

That's a bit of a general
question, Ranger.

We need to find a link
to Gavin Malloy, sir.

We need names, Mr. McGuire.

I used to fight along
side Gavin Malloy,

and men just like
him, but some of us...

Some of us got
tired of the killing.

I understand the
ones that didn't.

I don't know all their names,

but I do understand them.

Well, give us the
names you know.

We started throwing Molotovs

and carrying guns
when we were children.

These are hard, angry people,

and when Gavin
Malloy lost his wife,

he and his son became

the hardest and
angriest of the lot.

Believe me, I
understand their rage,

but killing is no
way to heal it.

You said his son.

What's his name?

Derek Malloy.

We have to assume
he's part of the team.

Yeah. Can you tell
us who else might be?

I know you feel like
you'd be betraying

some folks you
still respect, Adam,

but these boys can help.

I don't like this.

I don't like going
up against the feds.

They're just suits with guns.

Relax.

You sure they're
coming this way?

I did my homework, Ryan.

I don't like it. It
doesn't feel right.

Why don't you say
what's on your mind, huh?

Never mind. Forget it.

No, go on, Ryan.

Speak your mind.

We're all on the same side here.

Go ahead.

Look, you know I respect
your father, Derek, but...

but okay, I've got to say it.

He's over-the-hill.

Making mistakes.

He had all the time in the world

to get his shot
off and couldn't.

I could've taken out
ten Adam McGuires,

and now we're risking
our asses for the old man.

Well, I don't like it.

You finished?

Yeah.

Somebody's got
to speak the truth.

Right.

What do you think you're
doing, shooting your own?

You shut your garb.

They're coming. Spread out.

I thought you were
smarter than that.

What?

Arguing with a woman. Fisher.

Oh, man.

You know, she won.

She didn't win.

Yes, she did.

Oh. Damn.

Oh, my God.

Mayday.

Mayday.

Mayday.

Mayday, Unit 6.
We're under attack.

Sumner Road and Travis Junction.

That's Fisher.

How far is that from here?

About eight miles.

You bitch.

d Ave Maria d

d Gratia plena d

d Maria, gratia plena d

d Maria, gratia plena d

d Ave, ave dominus d

d Dominus tecum d

d Benedicta... d

I don't know if you know
anything or not, Father,

but I want you to
take a look at these.

That is Special Agent Fisher.

She didn't get a priest, Father.

She didn't get her last rites.

Now, do you know
where Gavin Malloy is?

Even if I did, I
couldn't break my vow.

How many innocent
people have to die

because of that vow?

What am I to do?

You'll have to
look into your heart

for that answer, Father.

d Ave Maria d

Lab's been working all night.

No prints, no trace, no nothing.

The State Department
is up in arms,

and the British are threatening

to suspend the peace
talks until this is cleared up.

There's got to be
a lead somewhere.

Trivette.

They're probably
halfway home by now.

The Malloys came
over to kill McGuire.

They're not gonna
leave until they do.

We got trouble, man.

McGuire's on his way
to a protocol meeting

with the British attach�.

I thought he called that off.

Called it back on.

Man's not following
the rules, Walker.

They are coming in.

I got 'em.

Damn Walker.

Patience.

Patience.

Walker, what are you doing here?

I thought we had an agreement.

If I go into custody, they win.

If you're dead, they win.

I'm sorry.

McGuire.

We missed.

Come on, let's go.

You can get off me now, pilgrim.

I don't know what's so funny.

You almost got
your head blown off.

I've been shot at
before in the head.

You're not supposed to be here.

McGUIRE: The press will
have a grand day with this.

Great spot on the evening news.

Hardly worth your life, McGuire.

Look, Walker, somewhere,
somehow, someplace,

a bullet's going to find me.

And when it does it'll be
another man or woman

who will take my place.

You can't kill peace.
You can only delay it.

Let's get on with it.

Trivette.

There you go, Dad.

Thank you, my dear heart.

Why don't you stay here?

Let us take care of McGuire.

Never.

I won't rest until
Adam McGuire is dead.

Who-oh... D-Derek,

I'm gonna be fine.

I mean that, son.

I promise you.

We shot Ryan.

We shouldn't have shot Ryan.

Since when does
having a big mouth

sign your death contract?

You... look at me.

Now, you keep
your place, boy-oh.

You remember
where you came from.

Remember your roots.

Oh, I do remember 'em...

I just wanna go home.

We'll all be home soon enough.

This has got to stop.

In God's name,
it just can't go on.

You're getting soft, Father.

Leading the good life here in...

Dallas, Texas, hm?

McGuire wants
the killing to stop.

What is so terrible about that?

Ff...

Adam McGuire... wants
the killing to stop, does he?

Well, then let him stop
killing our soul, Father.

Let the great Adam McGuire
stop destroying our spirit

with his peace of the damned,

and let all the sheep
that flock together

to sign this devil's pact

with the bloody Brits be
blown off a bloody cliff.

We'll have no part of it.

May God forgive you.

Your mother is doing
very well, Charlie.

She asks about you.

Now, if you want to see
your mum again in life,

you will remember your roots

and you will see this
thing through to the end.

And if it's not for
your love of Ireland,

think of it as your own
personal cause... Father.

Walker.

There's a call from
McGuire on Line 1.

Put him on.

I've got a couple
of names for you.

Terry McLane, systems man.

He might've hooked
up with the Malloys

in the past few months.

The other name...
is Jack Childers.

He's the son of a close friend.

Ranger, he's just a lad.

If he's with them,
I'd appreciate it

if you could do whatever
you can to keep him alive.

I'll do what I can.

I thank you.

Bye.

Trivette? Yeah?

I've got a couple of names here.

Put faces to them, will you?

Walker.

I've got Tracy
O'Neill on Line 2.

Put her on.

I've been talking to
some of my friends

in the Irish
community, and, well...

they had some pretty
interesting things to say

about the whole
terrorist situation.

I'd love to talk
to you about it.

Sure. Go ahead.

Oh, heh, well...

actually, I was planning
on ordering some Chinese,

and... well, I live alone,

and, well, usually a
lot of it goes to waste.

Is that an invitation?

Only if you call me Tracy.

How about 8?

I'll see you at 8:00, Tracy.

Great, great.

I'm at... 5801...

Silvercrest, apartment C.

I'll be there.

What's up?

Maybe nothing,

and then on the other
hand, maybe something.

He went for it.

Hm... heh... How
could he resist? Hm?

Jane... you best be careful.

I'd sleep with
Satan for Ireland.

There's a split in the community

when it comes to
the peace process.

Some of them believe that peace

without victory is like defeat,

like spitting on the graves

of the loved ones who've died.

And other people think
that Adam McGuire's a saint.

And what do you think?

Oh, I... I think
if I could learn

how to eat with chopsticks...

Here, let me show you.

Yeah...

The first one goes
between the thumb

and the forefinger there.

This one goes right there.

It's just like holding
a pencil, like this.

Like this?

Looking for this?

Bastard.

How did you know?

Your performance
was a little weak.

You're under arrest. Let's go.

Kill him!

No, no, Trivette,
I said full lips.

Ah, that's better.

Make her nose smaller.

That's it. That's her.

Holy buckets, what a looker.

And you were doing what

when she went for the knife?

I was doing my duty, Trivette.

Yeah, Trivette.

Call for Walker.

He's right here.

Hello.

Walker.

Ranger, I've got to
see you right away.

God help my mother,

but I can't hide the
Malloys any longer.

He's talking to the Ranger.

Too bad.

Listen to this.

McGUIRE: Ranger,
he's just a lad.

If he's with them,

I'd appreciate
it if you could do

whatever you can
to keep him alive.

I'll do what I can...

That call came from
McCallum's office.

We got him.

Where we going?

St. Patrick Brendan's Church.

Father Geary?

He's dead.

He said he couldn't hide
the Malloys anymore.

Check around.

Walker, there's a basement.

Left in a hurry.

They know where McGuire is.

This will be the
most difficult point

for the British to concede.

Oh, I agree, Adam.

Now, what about this
item number seven?

They're here.

It's dead.

There's nothing but fuzz.

They're jamming.
Any weapons here?

I'm Irish.

Right here in the top drawer.

Chief.

There's no response
from the front gate, sir.

I've sent men to
check the generators.

All right, well,
give me your pistol

and go see what's going on.

Yes, sir.

We've got to get
out of your office.

It's a dead end.

All right, follow me.

McLane, cover the stairs.

All the power's out.

Up the stairs.

Go.

This way.

This way, uh?

Childers, go help
McLane, and find McGuire.

Right.

Go.

Now, go.

It's the kid. Find McGuire.

Hey.

Ya-ah.

Ya-ah!

Hay!

Hey.

McGUIRE: Malloy.

McGuire... we were
once on the same side.

But killing isn't the answer.

Ah, yeah...

But killing you is.

Jesus.

Sorry, old friend.

Malloy!

Fire up!

Texas Rangers. Freeze.

Come on, let's go.

Lets go!

Move! Let's just get inside.

Be careful.

Go, men, go.

Lock and load.

Jane, Derek, give it up.

There's no way out.

Derek...

your father's dead.

Huh?

No more killing.

Dead?

Me dad's dead?

W...

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

No!

All we ever wanted was
to make things better.

Yeah.

He died for his cause.

You don't have to.

I love you, Derek Malloy.

d When true lovers meet d

d Beneath... d

Let's go home.

d ...the green bower d

d When true lovers meet down d

d Beneath the green tree d

d And Mary, fond Mary d

d She says onto her true love d

d "You have stolen
My young heart d

d On the Banks of the Lee" d

Let's do it.

d I loved her very dearly d

d Most truly and sincerely d

d But we were forever... d

No.

d ...parting d

d By the Banks of the Lee d

d 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger d

d Are upon you d

d Any wrong you
do He's gonna see d

d When you're in
Texas Look behind you d

d 'Cause that's where
The Ranger's gonna be d