All language subtitles for Walker s02e03 Silk Dreams.eng

Walker.

Lieutenant Hardesty,
I don't really care if you like it or not.

My department is perfectly capable
of handling this.

At what point?

I want this thing stopped
before it gets started.

Now, we need the Rangers.

My boss has talked to your boss
and you will cooperate.

What are you doing?

I'm reading the paper.

Oh, really?

What was that?

- This?
- No.

That. Looks like a football card.

Me? I wouldn't do that.
Because it's illegal.

But there are four absolute locks
this week.

Am I gonna have to read you
your rights?

Okay, look, I'll put you in for half.

- Bribing an officer. All right.
- They're absolute...

- Hands behind your back.
- They're absolute locks.

Good morning.

I think you all know each other.

Walker, Trivette.

- Hardesty.
- Hello, lieutenant.

What can we do for you?

Well, Miss Cahill here
thinks we have a big problem.

We don't yet, but we will if we don't
do something about it right now.

That's why Lieutenant Hardesty has
graciously decided to ask for your help.

Help for what?

A new designer drug
making its way here.

- It's called Silk.
- What kind of a drug is it?

We don't know for sure.

We haven't been able
to get our hands on any of it, yet.

I read the toxicology reports
of some of the victims,

which doesn't mean much
without a sample.

I mean, it could be an old drug
that they've added a molecule of this

or taken away a molecule of that.

Did you say "victims"?

Yes. They've already had deaths
in San Antonio, Waco and Houston.

It's supposed to be real potent.

For certain people, it's been deadly.

That's why Miss Cahill
thinks we need you.

trying to do it on their own,

maybe we can coordinate an effort
before it takes hold of Dallas.

- Where'd it originate?
- Apparently it originated in Hawaii.

It did a lot of damage there.

Got anything else to go on?

Parkview Hospital.
Room 2211, Paul Milburn.

He's very tall, you know.

Mrs. Milburn?

You can't tell now...

...but he's very tall.

I'm Ranger Walker.
This is Ranger Trivette.

Have you come to talk to Paul?

It won't do you any good, you know.
I don't think he can hear you.

Ma'am,

we realize this is
a very difficult time for you,

but we'd like to find out
who's responsible for this.

Do you have any idea
who could've given Paul these drugs?

I didn't think he ever did drugs.

A friend of his...

...a girl named Linda Lee Robbins...

...invited him to a party
at one of those dance clubs.

He must have gotten home
very late.

And the next morning,
I found him like this.

Paul!

Hey, nurse?

Get out of the way, ma'am.
You have to leave, ma'am.

I'm sorry, you have to leave.
Get out of the way.

Code blue, Room 407.

Code blue, Room 407.

He's just a kid, man.

Drugs play no favorites, Trivette.

Nice.

Seems like they're the only ones
that can afford stuff like Silk

when it first hits.

We gotta put a stop to this stuff

before it works its way down
to the masses, man.

Try it again.

There she is.

Mrs. Robbins?

Yes?

Mrs. Robbins, I'm Ranger Walker.
This is Ranger Trivette.

So?

We'd like to talk to your daughter.

Why? What do you want with her?

We just wanna talk to her.

Well, she doesn't live here anymore.

She moved in with her...
Oh, what's the polite term? Oh, yes.

- Her significant other.

Can you tell us
how we can reach her?

Haven't a clue.

She and I haven't spoken
since she moved out.

Anything else?

Yes. Do you know if your daughter's
involved in drugs?

Well, that's not something
she and I would discuss.

So if you'll excuse me.

You're getting good.

Now, who'd ever wanna move away

from a warm, compassionate mother
like that?

- All right.
- Sorry.

Okay, back to normal, here we go.

I haven't seen Linda Lee
since the night of her party.

There's a new club in Deep Ellum
that she might hang at.

Did you see Paul Milburn
the night of Linda Lee's party?

Maybe for a minute.
I guess he got some bad stuff, huh?

Yeah, you could say that.

Have you heard of a new drug
called Silk?

I've never heard of it.

We come here to dance, that's it.

Okay, thanks, girls.

I hope you did better than I did.
Nobody does drugs anymore, man.

- No one's ever heard of Silk.
- Nobody's seen Paul.

- I can't hear myself think in here.
- Little loud for you, huh?

- I'm gonna let you cover the clubs.
- Where you gonna go?

I've got someone to see.

Don't expect me in too early tomorrow.
These places never close.

Getting home late, aren't you, Frank?

Walker, you scared
the hell out of me.

Now, why is that?

You're not afraid of the law,
are you, Frank?

No, I'm not.
Why should I be afraid of the cops?

Look, I'm straight, really.

You don't even know
how to spell the word.

We both know you have a habit.

Okay, okay,
what do you wanna know?

I wanna know about
a new drug out called Silk.

- I never heard of it.
- Get on the car, spread your legs.

- What?
- Come on, spread them out.

What?

I wanna see how clean
you really are.

All right, all right, all right.

All right, you made your point.

All right, but you'll have to give me
some time to look around for you.

Time is something I don't have.

Make it real soon, Frank.

I'll try.

This is the last time
I do this for you, Walker.

- The last time.
- If it's gonna be the last time,

then get in rehab
and clean up your act.

Real soon, Frank.

That's her.

- Linda Lee Robbins?
- Yeah?

- May I have a word with you, please?
- You another cop?

- Ranger.
- Lone Ranger?

Texas Ranger James Trivette.

- What do you wanna talk about?
- Listen, pal,

you may not respect me,
but you had better respect this badge.

Or what?

Or I'll probably wind up kicking your
ass and talking to the woman alone.

Billy, no, we don't want any fight.

Come on.

All right,
what do you wanna talk about?

Paul Milburn.
He was a guest of yours.

He did some drugs at or after
your party, something new called Silk.

Hey, I heard what happened to Paul,
but it wasn't my fault.

Do you have any idea
how he got the Silk?

No.

It's probably the same guys
who push coke and meth.

Don't you know who they are?

No, it's not the same people.

It's new, and right now it costs
a fortune, so its strictly upper class.

I wouldn't even know
what it looks like.

We haven't been able
to get our hands on any of it either.

Look, is there any way
you think you could help us, Linda?

Hey, listen, we don't do drugs,
we don't know people who do drugs.

We're just some good,
clean-living kids.

Well, the next time
you don't do them,

you might want to remember
that nobody's regulating the dosage.

So, what may look
like the same thing

could make you high today
and kill you tomorrow.

Just in case.

I don't know.

Maybe it's because I'm so involved

in trying to stop this drug
from hitting the streets.

Well, sure you are.

I mean, you got a regular caseload
and everything else you're doing.

But I've been involved before and it...
This has never happened.

Involved or committed?
You know the difference?

- I suppose.
- Well, let me tell you.

You take ham and eggs.

The chicken that lays that egg's
involved, yes, sir.

But that pig, honey, he's committed.

You're so funny.

And you're right.

You tell Cordell about these dreams?

No, I can't.

I mean, I don't want him
looking over his shoulder

and this turning into some
self-fulfilling prophecy.

Why do you think
he's in these dreams?

I don't know. Maybe because he's
trying to stop this drug as hard as I am.

And that's it?

Oh, well, I worry about him,
of course, but why else?

Well...

...it's your dreams. Don't ask me.

What's the location?

Okay, we're on our way.

Dallas P.D. Got a tip on a drug lab.

Might be Silk.

Police. Freeze!

- Get over there!
- Hands on the floor!

- Get down!
- Put your hands up!

Hands up!

Police. Freeze. Right there.

Police!

Don't even think about it.

Look at all this stuff.

This has got to be worth millions
on the street.

Yeah, but no Silk.

Hey, it's a good bust, though.

Yeah.

All right, guys, listen up.

We're looking for a new drug
called Silk.

I'm willing to make a deal.

If anyone wants to talk,
give me a call, will you?

All right, let's get them in the van.
Move them out.

Come on. Everybody. Let's go.

Miss Cahill.

You're blocking my car.

- We work for Mr. Danzig.
- I know that.

He'd like to meet with you.

- Do I have a choice?
- Of course.

We'll bring you right back to your car.
It won't take long.

All right, let's go.

Miss Cahill, thank you for coming.

- It's been a while.
- Why the meeting?

We have a common interest.

A new drug called Silk.

I've heard about it. Go on.

I'm prepared to do you a favor.

I don't need any favors from you.

No need to be hostile.

I'm not happy about this Silk, either.

Ever since it hit Texas, the heat's
been turned up all over the state.

That, Miss Cahill,
is very bad for business.

Oh, well, what a shame.

If you think that sad story's
gonna make me turn the heat down,

you are sorely mistaken.

Nope, that's not what I want.

I called you here to tell you
I'm gonna put on some heat myself.

As a matter of fact, I already have.

- And that's it?
- Not quite.

Considering my connections,

I'd say that the chances are good

I'll find the source of Silk
before the police.

And then what, make it yourself?

No, no, I plan on turning
the people behind Silk over to you.

You don't even
have to call off the heat.

Just turn it into
a gentle summer breeze.

Which do you want, Miss Cahill?

To hurt me or stop Silk?

I won't wait long for an answer.

Okay, so, what do we know?

We know that Silk
is a high-tech drug

that you just don't make
in your garage.

Until now, the only ones that have it,
as far as we know,

are the ones that can pay
a lot of money for it.

On the other hand, how long

till somebody figures out a way
to mass-produce it?

That's the big question.

- Walker.
- You know who this is?

Yeah. What have you got?

Silk, the man you're looking for.

That's what I have for you.

- Give me a name.
- No, I wanna tell you myself.

And I want your promise, face to face,
that this time I'm off the hook for good.

Okay, where are you?
I'll be right there.

No, not now.

The pressure's on from both sides.

I wanna lay low for today.

I'll see you tonight, 11:00
at the parking lot at Hannigan Stadium.

Be there.

What's up?

Well, maybe we got
the break we need.

Traveling in style, aren't you?

Hardly.
That was Augie Danzig's car.

Yeah, I know. I recognized it.

He wanted to make
a deal about Silk.

What does he know about it?

He says he can find it,
turn it over to us,

and the people behind it.

But in return, he wants me
to turn down the heat on his operation.

Well, I'm gonna see a guy tonight
that can do the same thing.

What did you tell Danzig?

Nothing.

As bad as I want to stop Silk, I mean,
maybe it's worth it to deal with Danzig.

It's never worth it, Alex, believe me.

Just do me a favor.

Be careful tonight,

especially now that we know
that Danzig is involved somewhere.

I'm always careful.

Mr. Danzig, please.

Alex Cahill.

Hello?

There's gonna be no deal.

We'll find Silk on our own.

And when we do,
I'm coming after you.

- Is that him?
- Yeah.

You trust him?

As much as you can trust
any junkie.

Hello?

Oh, my God.

Keep those people
back behind the line.

- Right over there?
- Yeah.

Okay, what do you have here?

Careful, guys.
Keep this area clear, please.

Lady, you can't come through here.
This area's restricted.

I'm Assistant District Attorney Cahill.

Go right ahead, Miss Cahill.

Are you all right?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
- Is he really all right?

He got cut by some glass.
He'll be okay.

But he's lucky
it wasn't a couple of inches lower.

Where's Trivette?

He's over there. He's okay.

What are you doing here?

One of the police officers called me
when she came on the scene.

Why'd she call you?

Because I asked her to.

- Lately, I've been having this feeling.
- What feeling?

Like something bad
was gonna happen.

Something bad? To me?

Yes, but forget it. It's stupid.

You're fine, Trivette is fine,
nobody got hurt.

Someone did get hurt.

There was a guy named Frank Swain
in that car.

He was the snitch I was using.

Washoe?

You are troubled.

I got a man killed tonight.

I've got to deal with it.

Can you see the path

each man follows
till the end, Washoe?

No one can.

Then why do you believe
that you changed his?

To mourn a death...

...is as it should be.

But the reasons are beyond
our ability to know.

I don't have any trouble
with the police.

What could the famous Cordell Walker
possibly want with me?

A guy named Frank Swain
was blown up in his car.

- Know anything about it?
- Swain, never heard of him.

Why don't I believe you, Danzig?

What can I tell you?
I don't know the man.

You do know Alex Cahill.

The lady D.A. So?

Well, she told me about
a conversation you two had,

that you were looking
for the Silk man.

I don't remember
such a conversation.

Well, remember this.

I want the Silk man.

If you get in my way,
I'm gonna run right over you.

Don't you threaten me.

Ranger or no Ranger,
bad things can happen to anybody.

Bad things can happen.

Now, if I find out you had anything
to do with Frank Swain's murder,

I'm gonna nail you to the wall.

Woody, wait.

What you're saying is whoever
changes these drug formulas

has to know
what they're doing, right?

So, what are we talking about?

A chemist or a biochemist?

Thank you, Woody. Thank you.

Yeah, Trivette.

Linda Lee Robbins? Are you sure?

All right, I'll be right there.

We found your card in her wallet.

We couldn't reach anybody
at her home.

What kind of shape is she in?

Fair. She only ingested a little.

How are you doing?

- Dumb, huh?
- Suicidal.

Was it Silk?

- I should've told you that night, huh?
- Where'd you get it?

Billy had some.

We got in a fight and he split
and I found where he left it.

So you decided
to show him by using?

Only a little.

You scared me that night.

I got sick right away. I called 911.

Where's Billy now?

I don't know.

Got some Silk for you, though.

It's in my purse.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I had to get it this way.

Me too.

You want me to notify your parents?

No.

I'll tell them later.

- Okay, you hang in there.
- Okay.

Mary, can I use the phone, please?

Yeah, Walker?

I got a sample of Silk.
I'm gonna take it to the lab right now.

Looks like we're going dancing again.

Hey, it's the Lone Ranger again.

Don't worry about it.
It's for the last time.

Man, why don't you guys
hit the road? I'm busy.

No one's that busy, Billy.
Come over here.

Hey, your girlfriend's in the hospital.

And I wanna know the name
of the guy who gave her the Silk.

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

Listen, tough guy, we can do this
the easy way or the hard way.

Now, give us a name.

I don't know the guy.
His name's Oates.

Oates what?

Randy Oates.

Where can we find him?

I don't know.
I haven't seen him in weeks.

I swear to God. God, I'm just
wanting to have some fun.

Okay.

Go have your fun, Billy.

Walker, where are you?

- Hi. Are you all right? You look...
- Terrible, I know.

I haven't been getting
much sleep lately.

Is it because of Silk?

Because if it is, I have a name.

Randy Oates.

Who is he? Is he the maker?

We're not sure.
He is dealing, though.

Trivette's trying to run a location
on him right now.

May I help you?
I mean, is there anything I can do?

Yeah, maybe.

Silk is made under extreme
temperature control.

See if you can find anyone who
has bought or leased cold facilities.

You know, like meatpacking places,
cold-storage facilities, things like that.

All right. Would...
Would you do me a favor?

Would you, I don't know,
just try to be extra careful?

I mean, I know that sounds dumb,
but would you just try?

Alex, what is this all about?

Just remember what I said,
especially around Trivette.

Trivette?

Hey, where you been?
We gotta get out to Wylie.

- Wylie? Randy Oates?
- Yeah.

I'll fill you in on the way.

He worked for a pharmaceutical
company in Honolulu

for a couple of years,

then he got busted
for selling designer drugs.

- Silk?
- No, not then.

But about six months after his release,
Silk started showing up in the islands.

And?

And...

...it started to get real hot
for him there,

so about four months ago,
he moved back to the mainland.

It turns out he was born
and raised right in Wylie

and he's got a sister
that lives there,

so I figured if anybody knows
where he is, she will.

You got all that out
of that little computer of yours?

Plus a little phone call
to the Honolulu P.D., thank you.

Well, Trivette,
sometimes you just amaze me.

Well, here's something
more amazing.

Guess who Oates first worked for
when he got out of college?

Who?

Frankie Swain.

So chances are Oates contacted him
when he got to Texas.

Swain was gonna
turn him over to you.

- But Oates got to him first.
- Bingo.

You boys looking for Thelma Jean?

Yes, ma'am. Is Mrs. Oates home?

Nope. Poor thing's
down at the funeral home.

- Funeral home?
- Yeah.

Her brother Randy, he drowned
in the lake not over two days ago.

Thank you.

So where does that leave us?

Back to square one.

Oates kills Swain, then he dies.

I wanna take a look
at that police report on the drowning.

See that blue beemer behind us?

She's been following us
ever since Wylie.

See if you can get
a license plate number on it.

It's too far away.

Then we'll slow down.

Probably just somebody
going the same way we are.

Maybe I'm just getting the jitters
ever since Alex told me to be careful.

Why don't you pull over
and let me drive?

You're the one she told me
to be careful of.

Here, let me see the report.

- You see him?
- No.

You know what this means, though?

What?

Alex knew
what she was talking about.

- Really did a good job.
- Thank you.

All right, listen up.

Randolph Oates,
the guy you told me about,

I ran his name through
every office in the state.

Seems he's been very busy lately
buying property.

A warehouse here,
a storage facility there,

but most interesting,
an old ice house.

An ice house?

- Got an address?
- You bet.

Walker.

You almost got away with it, Frank.

I thought I could throw you off
the track by blowing myself up.

Who was in the car?

Just some drunk I found.
L... I gave him my I.D.

And stuck him behind the wheel.

He never knew what hit him.

So you got Randy Oates' formula
and then killed him.

I thought
I had it all figured out perfect.

Then you showed up
at Oates' house.

Get a doctor.

Yeah, new stuff
may be coming along, guys,

but at least Silk died
with Frank Swain.

Amen to that.

That ice house sounds
like the place in Alex's dream.

- What dream?
- More like nightmares.

- What nightmare?
- Is that why you told me to be careful?

I kept seeing you shot
in this really strange place

and I even dreamed
that Jimmy shot you.

Well, next time,
leave me out of your nightmares.

Gladly. At least
I can get a good night's rest.

Well, you could really use it.

What does that mean?
You think I look terrible or something?

I did my hair.

- That's not what I said.
- But that's what you were thinking.

- That's not what I was thinking.
- This is all your fault.

Why is it my fault?

Because you were the one
that was getting shot in my dreams.

But Trivette was the one
doing the shooting.

That's right... Jimmy?

Walker?

Let's dance.

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