All language subtitles for Walker, Texas Ranger - S02E09 - An Innocent Man (480p x265 EDGE2020).eng

( crowd shouting angrily )

This is a zoo.

Stand over there.

Alrighty.

Well, we're hot
in four, three, two.

This is Tracy Ralston
reporting to you live

outside the Texas state prison

where convicted killer
Woodrow Wilton

is scheduled to be executed
in three days

for the bizarre electrocution
slayings five years ago,

dubbed the
"night shift murders,"

in which women were abducted
late at night

as they left their jobs
as waitresses

at 24-hour fast-food
restaurants.

Man, this guy's a sicko, huh?

Fifteen women fell victim
to the night shift murderer...

That's what they say.

Against Wilton's wishes,

his lawyers have attempted
a last-ditch stay of execution.

That stay has been denied.

In three days, Woodrow Wilton
will be executed.

We're going to try
and get a comment

from the woman
who prosecuted Wilton:

Assistant District Attorney
Alex Cahill.

Turn it off, Trivette.

She's expected to arrive here
at Texas state prison

within the hour.
All right.

What are you so uptight about?
( clicks )

Nothing.

Stakeout doesn't
make any sense, anyway.

I mean, Critter jumped bail.

He's not gonna come waltzing
out here in broad daylight.

His uncle owns
this nursery,

and it closes
in a few minutes.

Critter has no money,
and he has no place else to go.

He'll be here.

No, he won't.

Yes, he will.

No, he won't.

Well, speak of the devil.

I hate it when you gloat.

Critter.

WALKER:
Texas Rangers.

( playful action theme playing )

( screams )

Whoa, whoa.
Slow down, Trivette.

You wanna read him
his rights?

Do I look like I want
to read him his rights?

I just ran my legs off,
so you could catch him--

Ah, Critter.

Attempted murder of a Ranger.

TRIVETTE:
That will put you away
for a long time, pal.

CRITTER:
Wait, wait.
Let's negotiate.

You got nothing to negotiate.

I got something.

Woodrow Wilton
ain't Night Shift.

Killer's still out there.

You're fixin' to kill
an innocent man.

( cuffs clink )

( ominous theme playing )

( light rock action theme
playing )

Can I have a smoke?

No.

Now, I'm trying to be friendly.

Y'all could...meet me halfway.

You lyin', thievin',
drug-dealing piece of trash.

You're already halfway
to the deepest, darkest hole

in the state of Texas.

For life.

ALEX:
Trivette!

He's getting to be
as bad as you.

Hell, this is a waste of time.

Woodrow Wilton's
the night shift killer,

how come you never found
all the stuff?

Fifteen murders,
only one bag of clothes.

He admitted he did it.

Why not tell you
where the stuff is?

Why would he wanna
do that, Critter?

He knows he's getting
the death penalty anyway.

It's a form of psychological
retribution.

Now, there's a mouthful.

Almost wrap your arms
around words like that.

Make you sleep better at night.

You want a matching
pair of eyes?
Ugh.

Walker.

I take it back.

Nobody's as bad as you.

No deal.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

There's a dried-up creek bed
in Hamilton's gulch.

You go look there.

Just to the right
of Simmons Bridge.

Buried by the creek.

( mysterious theme playing )

JUDGE:
The closing arguments
will begin with the prosecution.

Your Honor.

For the past four months,

you've heard things
that no human being

should have ever
been forced to hear.

You have listened to evidence

of the most grizzly nature

and seen pictures more horrible

than any of us
could have ever imagined.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the evidence has shown

that Woodrow Jonathan Wilton

stalked our neighborhoods.

Fifteen women were tortured
and brutally electrocuted,

and any one of them
could've been...

your sister...

or your daughter.

Or yours.

And then he'd leave them

brazenly out in the open
for us to find,

daring us to stop him.

After every killing,

he sent letters
to the newspapers

mocking us,
daring us to stop him.

You have heard
how we found the clothing

of one of the victims
buried in Wilton's backyard.

You have heard

how we matched the typewriter
found in his home

to the letters that were sent
to the newspaper.

And you have heard

the defendant's
own confession.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Woodrow Wilton is still
daring us to stop him.

You can stop him

with a guilty verdict
of capital murder.

TRIVETTE:
And then you know
what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna take the shovel
back to the jail.

I'm gonna beat Critter
over the head with it.

Of course,
this is good exercise.

Maybe I ought to work this
into my cross-training.

Maybe you should work
some silence

into your cross-training.

It's good to talk, Walker.

Especially when you're doing
something like this.

Helps relieve the tension.

That way the stress
won't build up inside of you.

You feel good,
if you learn to open up

and express your feelings, huh?

Hey, I got something here.

It's a damn beer can.

See? People don't know
what they do.

They're ruining the outdoors.

We got nice, clean country.

Fresh air.

Walker,
Critter's yanking our chain.

There's nothing here, all right?

Keep digging.

There's nothing here.

Dig another one.

Right. A job worth starting
is a job worth finishing.

That's what I always say.

That's why, when
I played football,

I ran out every play.

'Cause you never know
when a little hustle

could make a difference.

Like a downfield block
on a broken play

springs the back...

What do you got?

"Loretta Coleman."

It's one of the victims?

Yeah.

Let's keep digging.

Looks like we got 'em all now.

All 14 of 'em.

I guess Critter wasn't yanking
our chain after all, huh?

Why didn't Wilton tell us
about this after he confessed?

I got to admit,
it's getting awful crazy.

Let's go.

Where to?

State prison.

( crowd shouting angrily )

Hey, there's Cordell Walker,

one of the Rangers
who arrested Wilton.

Testified against him in court.

Hey, hey!

These people are nuts.

Like you said, Trivette,
makes 'em feel good.

They're just opening up
and expressing themselves.

Anybody ever tell you
you got a mean sense of humor?

Mm-hm.

You got visitors.

Why are you here?

Come to see me sweat, Ranger?

Oh, where's the other guy?

Oh, that's right.
He had some bad luck.

He got shot,
and he had to retire.

Why are you so eager to die,
Woodrow?

Because I did it.

I got caught, I die.
That's it.

No use stretching it out
with appeals.

Let's get it over with.

But I would think you at least
would want to brag about it.

Tell your whole story.

I mean, there's people
pay big bucks for that.

Couldn't your family
use the money?

You leave my family out of this.

Got nothing
to do with them.

I done what I done.

And you can just quit
with all your questions,

'cause I'm taking
my answers to the grave.

Well, give me one answer.

What did you do with
those women's clothes?

I don't have to answer that,
now do I?

No, you don't.
Because we already know.

We found them
out at Cedar Creek.

Oh.

Good for you.

Now you know.

( mysterious theme playing )

Guard.

He didn't know
about the clothes, Walker.

I know.

It doesn't make sense

for Woodrow to want
to be executed

for something that
he didn't do, Walker.

Maybe not, Alex.

But he didn't know

where those women's clothes
were buried.

His bust never did set right
with you, did it?

No.

RAY:
I remember when
he was arrested, Washoe.

You couldn't sleep
for a month,

and the spirits cried
out your window every night.

Spirits?

Well, there's a storm
out at the ranch,

and the wind was howling
all night.

The wind carries
the voice of the spirits.

Your head might
tell you otherwise,

but if your heart
is Cherokee, it knows.

Good night.
I'll be at the ranch.

Good night, Uncle Ray.

Night, Ray.

Woodrow has to be
protecting someone.

He got awful protective
when I mentioned his family.

He has a wife
and 9-year-old daughter.

Alex, contact the judge

and see if you can get
a stay of execution.

( sighing ):
I'll speak to him,

but I'm sure
that we don't have

enough new evidence
to convince him.

C.D.:
Cordell,

we didn't make
a mistake here, did we?

I mean, we had the evidence.

I don't know, C.D.

Let's go.

Yeah, good night.

( ominous theme playing )

Walker. Walker, come back.

This is C.D.

( buzzing )

What's up, C.D.?

Yeah, I just got a hot tip
on this night shift thing.

I think it's worth
looking into.

Well, don't get too excited.
Could be another crank.

You're just jealous
'cause you never get any tips.

You know why?

Why?

'Cause you been
knocking people out

and expecting them
to talk in their sleep.

That's why.

What's the address?

355 Wilmont.

( pencil scratching )

Yeah, meet you there.

Ten-four.

What you got, Jim?
Hey, C.D.

This guy's not here.
We're out back.

All right.

( digging and grunting )

How's the family doing, Jim?

Doing fine, C.D.
How 'bout yourself?

C.D.:
Good. No complaints.

Robert,
let me have that shovel.

You city boys
couldn't even dig worms.

( chuckles )

Hey, C.D.,
I got something here.
Yeah?

You sure as hell do.

Now, C.D., hold on a minute.

Nah. We got probable cause.

"Dallas Evening Chronicle,
I've done it again.

"She's not the first one
I've fried,

and it will definitely not--"

JIM:
It's him.
He just drove up.

C.D.:
Texas Ranger.
Freeze, boy.

Get your butt
up on that hood.

What's this about?

Put your butt up
on that hood, I said.

It's about murder.
That's what it's about.

You can remain silent.

If you give up your right
to remain silent,

anything you say can be used
against you in a court of law.

I didn't do anything.

If you can't afford
an attorney, we'll provide--

C.D., ease up.
Ease up, C.D.

No. No!

Please, help me.

I'm innocent.

I-I'm innocent.

COP:
Come on.

I'm innocent!

I'm innocent!

Read him his rights.

You have the right
to remain silent.

I'm innocent!

( crowd shouting angrily )

( mournful theme playing )

So I guess, uh...

Well, you don't think

this is a waste of time
after all.

Ten to 15.

What? Uh, no way.

This is too good.
One to five.

You're looking at life.

So are you.

Woodrow Wilton's.

And it's all your fault.

You know, Critter,

I wouldn't be surprised
if you weren't mixed up

in these murders.

What do you think, Trivette?

He knew about the clothes.

Works for me.

That's right.

You can't do this.
You can't use that against me.

You were read your rights.
You waived them.

Okay, ten to 15.

Now that we're all friends,

how 'bout a smoke?

Who did it?

Okay, I used to live
in this little town

near Hamilton's gulch
about five years ago.

Part of a club.

Well, some of my associates
used to be pretty severe.

But there was this one guy.

He'd scare the devil.

Spooky.
He had these eyes like...

Like, I don't know.

Manson or something.

Anyway, one day I was out
partying by the creek,

and I saw him burying the stuff

day after one of them women
disappeared.

What stuff?

Clothes.

I hightailed it out of there,
so he couldn't see me.

Give me a name.

Leon.

Leon who?

That's all I know.

WALKER:
That's all you know.

Guard, get him out of here!

Forget it.
You get life.

Ah, well, um...

He had a tattoo on his forearm.

A scorpion?
That's right.

CRITTER:
A scorpion.

Uh, he used to hang out
at Mac's Pool Hall on Main.

Ugh! You broke my damn wrist.

You know what they say.

Them's the breaks.

My money.

Your name Leon?

That's what my mama said.

Texas Rangers, Leon.

We want a word with ya.
Come here.

Do you know a guy
by the name of Woodrow Wilton?

I reckon anybody with a TV
knows who he is.

He's the night shift killer.

That's it? You've just
seen him on television?

Matter of fact, that damn wacko

used to be my electric man.

Sick puppy.

Good riddance.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Say, have you been
to Hamilton's gulch lately?

Mister, I don't know
what you're talking about.

I never heard of no
Hamilton's gulch.

That's funny,
'cause a friend of yours

said he rode
with you down there.

Well, I didn't.

TRIVETTE:
You sure?

He described you pretty well.

Even your tattoo.

Fella goes by the name
of Critter.

Critter?

( scoffs )

I rode with him in Fort Worth.

Ah, he's totally gone.

You know, drugs and such.

Lights are on.
Nobody's home.

That's funny.

He said the same thing
about you.

Mister, look.
I'm a law-abiding citizen.

Ain't done nothing
to be ashamed of.

So you leave me be.

We will...for now.

MAN: You ain't goin'?
MAN 2: No way, man, I'm in.

MAN 2:
I'm here to play.

MAN: Oh, that's good.
MAN 2: Here comes five in a--

And Critter was right
on the money

about Muncie's eyes.
That is one bad hombre.

I guarantee you guys
he's bent the law

more than a couple of times.

You told me it was too neat.

Good Lord, what have I done?

Come on, C.D.

Aren't you the one that said

never to worry about
what's been done?

But to concentrate
on what needs to be done.

TRIVETTE:
Yeah, you saved my life
with that advice.

Maybe it's time for you
to take some of it, huh?

Yeah.

Thanks.

Hey, wait a minute.

There was always something
that we left out of the papers

to keep the kooks away.

On all the bodies,

we found melted wax
on the right foot.

That's right.
I remember that.

Sort of a signature.

Hell, I don't have
any idea what it meant.

Washoe,
you gotta take time

to listen to the spirits.

If you listen to the wind,
it will tell ya

if there's danger near.

It could save you.

I will, Uncle Ray.

The judge denied the stay.

The execution will
proceed as scheduled.

GUARD:
Lockdown.

( ominous theme playing )

Mrs. Wilton?

Yes.

I'm Ranger Walker.

Hi. I remember you
from Woodrow's trial.

Yes, ma'am.

Could I talk to you
for a few minutes?

Why? What's there
to talk about?

I mean, it'll all be
over soon anyway.

I'm trying to reopen
your husband's case.

I have reason to believe
he's innocent.

I never thought he was guilty,

even when he confessed.

Can you remember anything that
your husband may have told you

that would help me
with his case?

I mean, when they arrested him,

he swore he was innocent.

Held him in my arms. He cried.

I couldn't understand
how anyone could believe

he would do something
like that.

He hated being away
from Chrissie.

Wanted to make sure
that I told her

how much he loved her
every night.

Then, a week later,
he confessed.

Told me to stay away,
that he never wanted

to see either one of us again.

He never answered
any of my letters.

So finally I-- I gave up.

But I still love him.

'Cause I know he could never
do anything like that.

I just know it.

Okay, something must have
happened after he was arrested

for him to change his plea.

He was in jail.

Let's find out who
his visitors were that week.

( keyboard clicking )

Here it comes.

Let me guess.

His wife.

His lawyer.

And Leon Muncie.

I'll be damned.

See if he has a record.

( keyboard clicking )

One conviction for assault.

Six other arrests.
No convictions.

Burglary.

He was in the Navy.

As what?

An electrician.

You got visitors again.

Hello, Woodrow.

Ranger.

Woodrow, why'd you
burn their hands with wax

before you fried them?

That's my business,
isn't it?

I did what I did.

Now I'm paying the price.

Ain't that enough for you?

Might be,
except it wasn't their hands

that were burned with wax,

it was their feet.

Well.

Who's Leon Muncie?

Why don't you two leave me be.

Let me die in peace.

Guard!

Guard, get these guys
out of here!

What's the problem,
Woodrow?

You are!

I have to die.

But I don't have to
talk to you anymore.

You're dying for something
you didn't do, Woodrow.

And we don't know why.

( cell door closes )

( suspenseful theme playing )

How they treating you, Woodrow?

Stay away from me.

You ain't got
many friends

right about now,
sport.

You ought to be
nice to me.

You'll never
get away with this.

Of course, I will.

Or it's

♪ Bye-bye, wife ♪

♪ Bye-bye, Chrissie girl ♪

Where did you get this?

Your house.

You're lying.

I would never
lie to you.

They'll arrest you.

You'll never get near
my family.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

You gonna bet
your family's life

on the cops?

Come on, Woodrow.

You already called them
once anonymously,

didn't you?

Sure, you did.

I told you I would know.

You called and you said

you found the power box

diverting extra electricity
into a house,

and there was a woman
frying inside.

I tapped your phone, sport.

And they didn't find
any power box

diverting electricity,
did they?

All they found
were her clothes

in your backyard.

Hey, I'll tell you what.

The name is Leon.

Leon Muncie.

Tell the cops, okay?

I bet I get your family,

and I fry them up real good.

You bet on the cops.

It's like Russian roulette.

( laughing ):
And I like Russian roulette.

You're crazy.

You're out of your mind.

You say that
like that's a bad thing.

Now...
( gasping )

Who's the night shift killer?

I am.

Good.

Now...

have a nice life.

What you got
left of it, anyway.

( laughing )

Guard!

( dramatic theme playing )

Where's Leon Muncie?

Watch out there, fellas!

Old Betsy here is hungry.

So am I.

Uh, you want
some buffalo wings?

I got some right here.

They're hot off
the roach coach.

You lied to us, Leon.

You told us Woodrow Wilton
was just your electrician,

but we found out you went
to visit him in jail.

Ah, he's a nice guy.

Look, I know how
the law can be.

I did a little time myself
for a fistfight.

Yeah, a year in county jail.

That's right.
A whole year in stir

just for defending myself
in a bar fight.

It's interesting,
in defending yourself,

you broke a man's jaw,

tore his arm
clear out of the socket,

and then you caved in
his rib cage.

You're right.

That's mighty interesting,
Ranger.

Anyhow, I know how it is

to get railroaded by the law,

so I figure I'll give old
Woodrow a little moral support.

Woo-hoo.

That fella's a couple of bricks
short of a load.

After I talked
to him once alone,

I never went back again.

You're not as smart
as you think are, Leon.

No?

No, you're not, Leon.

You tell a good story.

Let's see how much truth
there is to it.

( defiant theme playing )

I got a line
on where he's living.

Rents a place
over in Lochinvar.

Let's get a warrant.

Ugh.

Look here, sport.

The only reason
you're not dead right now

is cause I know
you had to log on

with the power company
where you are.

Now...

you didn't see nothing.

You didn't hear nothing.

You don't know nothing,
understand?

'Cause if you say anything,
I'll know.

And you'll be sorry.

Real sorry.

I won't say nothing.

You can go.

That's to remember me by.

( crowd shouting angrily )

( sighs )

Oh, yeah.
Almost forgot.

( mournful theme playing )

Are you sure I can't get you
something to eat?

No.

Let's say Woodrow Wilton
comes out here

to check the meter.

And he follows the power cable
around the house.

He sees something
that doesn't look right.

What in the world?

What's he need all this for?

There's a lot of power
going to this house.

TRIVETTE:
He checks the junction box.

Looks all right to me.

Well, something happened here.

( ominous theme playing )

Hey.

Skylight.

Let's take a look.

Here. Use this.

Do you see what I see,
Trivette?

Oh, my God.

What is that?

( gasps )

( gags )

Ah!

Texas Rangers.

We have a warrant,
open up.

Got the key?

Yeah.

( action theme playing )

TRIVETTE:
What the hell
is all this, man?

WALKER:
Symbols of death.

This is what he did
to those girls?

Yeah.

That son of a--
Trivette.

Call Alex, tell her
we have the evidence

and get out here
right now.

District Attorney Cahill.

This is Ranger Trivette.

Well, where is she?

Wax.

Look, just tell her
to get to Leon Muncie's.

Walker has the evidence.

Tell her the address
is on the subpoena.

( hangs up )

I gotta get some air, man.

Makes two of us.

( motorcycle idling )

( gunshots )
Trivette, get down!

( action theme playing )

I'm gonna flank him.

Trivette!
Get away from that tank!

( female dispatcher speaking
over radio )

Take it easy, Ranger.

It's all right.

Feels like everything's
where it should be,

but we better not
take any chances.

I'm okay.
It's all right.

Now, you may have
a concussion, okay?

Take it slow.

Trivette!
It's all right.

Don't worry, your friend's
going to be just fine.

Hey. Hold up, you guys.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm...

What was that
that you said to me?

Run like hell.

Don't make me laugh.

You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.

How come you're always the one
that never gets hurt?

Just lucky, I guess.

Yeah.

Just take it easy, okay?

I'll see you later.

All right.

ALEX:
Walker, are you in here?

Back here.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Trivette's on the way
to the hospital,

but they said he'll--
He'll be fine.

Oh, thank God.
Alex,

I don't care what
you have to do,

but you've got to stop
the execution.

With what, Walker?
Where's the evidence?

It was here, Alex.
Trivette and I both saw it.

You know as well as I do,

as good as your word is,
that's not gonna be enough.

He must've taken it.

Disposed of it somewhere.

He could've buried it anywhere
in the county by now.

You're never gonna
figure it out in time.

Buried.

Yeah, buried.

God rest your soul,
my son.

Thank you, Father.

( engine starts )

Freeze, Muncie!

Raise your hands!

Come down slowly.

Okey-dokey.

You got me, Ranger.

"The Lord is my shepherd,

"I shall not want.

"He maketh me to lie down
in green pastures.

"He leadeth me
beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul."

How's the bottom
of the pile there, Ranger?

Don't worry.

It'll all be over soon,
hoss.

Where you at?

Don't you just love this
fine justice system of ours?

Wilton's gonna burn today,

and then I can do my thing

and find some other sucker
for you guys to fry.

"He leadeth me
in the paths of righteousness

"for his name's sake.

"Yea, though I walk

"through the valley
of the shadow of death,

"I will fear no evil.

"For thou art with me.

Thy rod and thy staff..."

Where you at, Ranger?
You dead already?

( laughs )

Come out, come out
wherever you are.

Ask and you shall
receive, Leon.

You're under arrest.

No way. You ain't
taking me back alive.

( grunting )

( groans )

Killing's too good for you,
Leon.

PRIEST:
"Surely goodness and mercy
shall follow me

"all the days of my life.

And I will dwell in the house
of the Lord forever."

Hold it!
Hold everything.

ALEX:
I've got an order from
the governor that states,

"Due to new evidence uncovered

"by Cordell Walker
of the Texas Rangers,

I hereby order a stay
of execution of Woodrow Wilton."

But-- But I--

We arrested Leon Muncie,

and we'll make it stick.

Your family's safe.

( joyous theme playing )

( crying happily )

( muffled ):
Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

C.D.:
Isn't that just about
the prettiest little girl

you ever seen in your life?

To think she almost
lost her father forever

because of
something I did.

I'll tell you one thing, Alex.

I'm not gonna be near
so quick to judge anymore.

Uh-uh.

I'm gonna make sure
I always look

for the signs of innocence
as well as the guilt.

Come here, Cordell.

We done a real good thing
here today.

Yeah, we sure did.

I'll tell you one thing,
C.D.,

I'm gonna listen
to my instincts from now on.

Well, we all learned
a good lesson.

Yeah, like not to hide
behind a propane tank

in the middle
of a dang gunfight.

Or run like hell.
Ow!

Oh, I'm sorry.
( everyone laughs )

( harmonica theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )