All language subtitles for Walker, Texas Ranger - S06E01 - The Fighting McLains.en

( light rock action
theme playing)

( peaceful theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

(sighs)

I surely do hope this
isn't necessary, J.W.

Corporal John Wesley McLain.

Hello, Reed.

Belle, Mr. Garrett
wants to see you.

Fine. Tell him I'll
come out around 3 or 4,

and we can talk then.

Now, Belle.

Well, if you put it that way.

Jack, w-w... What's
all this about?

Well, I was just wondering
how our little deal

with the Savala
brothers was going down.

It's doing fine.

How about Max Savala?

The tough one. Is
he going for it, Belle?

Max?

Pft. Max was hot for the deal.

MAN: Hot, huh?

Was I, sweetheart?

Max.

I guess your bosses at the DEA

didn't tell you I was
getting out, huh?

Yeah,

just another government
screw-up, baby.

(chuckles)

She thought I was in the cooler.

But here I am, man.

Hot!

And I can smell a
fed from a mile away.

(sniffs)

(grunts)

Go.

(grunting)

(gunshot)

( jazzy theme playing)

Well, Belle, you
were one tough chick.

Just not tough enough.

Get rid of her.

(man chuckling)

MAN: This is unbelievable, man.

A wire. I'm wearing
a lousy wire.

Me, Sid Jarvis,
I don't believe it.

This kind of thing,
this ain't Sid Jarvis.

What is Sid Jarvis?

Death row?

'Cause if it is, say the word.

Would I be doing this if it was?

Let me ask you guys something.

Why can't I just
testify with immunity?

Why do you gotta get it on tape?

Corroboration, Sid.

Oh, my word ain't
good enough, right?

No, I got to get Jack Garrett...

A guy who'd kill his own mother

just to bet on
the way she'd fall.

To incriminate
himself about punching

the DEA chick's ticket, right?

Witness protection program, Sid.

You help us get Garrett,
you get what you ask for.

All right, this is
what I ask for.

This is exactly what I ask for.

We're going to get Garrett

with or without
your help, Jarvis.

( ominous theme playing)

So, what's it gonna be?

Do I have a choice?

None that I can think of.

Could you get my coat, please?

GARRETT: This last
one was a good hit, Sid.

Better than any
you ever did before.

But you've always
been reliable. Loyal too.

You point 'em out,
boss, I'll pull the trigger.

(laughs)

SID: I was talking
to some of the guys

when I got back into town.

Said you found a cute
little DEA cockroach

in the cupboard.

GARRETT: Belle.
I think you met her.

SID: Oh, yes. Of course.
Here we go. Could be.

So, what happened?

She tried to pass
herself off as a broker

to the Savala brothers.

Until I put her face to
face with Max Savala.

So, what did she do? Have a
heart attack right on the spot?

(Garrett laughing)

Heart attack, huh?

That's a good one.

Let me tell you something, Sid.

She didn't get heart
attacks. She gave 'em.

She beat the crap
out of Max Savala

and two of my best bodyguards.

No kidding.

Yeah, you ask
Reed. He was there.

So, what'd you do?

What do you mean what did I
do? I did the same damn thing...

(yelling)

(punching, yelling)

I don't believe this.

( action theme playing)

(grunting)

You're dead.

Ah!

(grunting)

(cries out)

(panting)

MAN: Over here!

(indistinct chatter)

Don't move!

MAN: I got it.

(coughing)

MAN: Take it easy.

(sighs)

Have a good life, Sid.

( ominous theme playing)

Get up.

Who are you, mister?

McLain, John Wesley.

Corporal, United
States Marine Corps.

Serial number 262-78-8979, sir.

( light rock action
theme playing)

♪ In the eyes of a Ranger ♪

♪ The unsuspecting stranger ♪

♪ Had better know the truth ♪

♪ Of wrong from right ♪

♪ 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger ♪

♪ Are upon you ♪

♪ Any wrong you
do He's gonna see ♪

♪ When you're in
Texas Look behind you ♪

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

TRIVETTE: "Corporal
John Wesley McLain,

"United States Marine Corps.

"Born and raised
in the Dallas area.

"Parents died in
'84. Traffic accident.

"Only family left are
a brother and sister.

"He's 28.

"A member of the Marine's
third force-recon battalion

for the past nine years."

That's an elite group.

That's the same outfit
you were with, isn't it?

Yeah. Any priors?

No, nothing I can find.

But his military record
is kind of impressive.

"Somalia. Desert Storm."

TRIVETTE: He owns a Navy Cross,

Bronze Star with Cluster,

and a pair of Purple Hearts.

This lad's the real deal.

Seems that way.

TRIVETTE: So why
would he throw it all away

to take out a dirtbag
like Jack Garrett?

Shall we ask him? Read my mind.

I'm a dead man 'cause of you,
kid, you know that, don't you?

(groaning)

Sid, you gotta learn when
to keep your mouth shut.

Put him over there.

Back off!

We need to talk, corporal.
No need for much talkin'.

I did what I did,
and I'll do it again.

What I wanna know is why.

'Cause Jack Garrett killed
my sister, Belle Starr McLain.

McLain?

That's the government
agent that was killed.

I was playing war games in
the Med when it happened.

They flew me
home for the funeral.

Afterwards, I got back to base,

found a little
something in the mail.

From Belle.

Regarding Jack Garrett?

Right.

TRIVETTE: Why'd
she send it to you?

I don't know. I
guess Belle Starr

just got one of them feelings.

Like something was
gonna happen, you know?

Us McLains are heavy
in the psychic department.

Around here, we
call it Cherokee.

Go on. She dropped
it in the mail to me.

Same day she died.

Are we talking evidence here?

Hey, I ain't saying
nothing more about it.

We can charge you
for withholding evidence.

Well, the way I see it, sir,
I'm going to jail anyway.

But sooner or later they're
gonna have to let me out.

And when they do, I
will kill Jack Garrett.

Here's the paperwork
for Sid Jarvis.

Come on, Jarvis, let's go.

Yeah, right. Time to
assume my new identity.

Thanks a lot, guys.
It's been a pressure.

So where are we going?
Someplace nice? Someplace warm?

Beaches? Babes? Southern
Cal? The Florida Keys?

Alaska. Alaska?!

So are you AWOL,
corporal? Yes, sir.

Why'd you try to take him out
with your bare hands, corporal?

The name's J.W.

Now stand up, J.W.

I don't know. Could
have sniped him, I guess.

But for what he done to Belle,

I wanted to waste him
with my bare hands.

A bullet's too quick.

We'd like to take a look at
that package that Belle sent you.

Sorry, Ranger Walker.

Even if you bust Jack Garrett,

all he's gonna do is hire a
bunch of high-priced lawyers

and buy himself
a not-guilty verdict.

So I've got to kill him,
and that's all there is to it.

TRIVETTE: Says here

you have a younger
brother and sister.

Yes, sir. Jessie and Wyatt.

WALKER: What about them?

They had nothing to do with it.

Well, I'll contact the Marines

and let them know that we
have Corporal McLain in custody.

Right.

( somber theme playing)

And a name. I'm gonna
need a new name.

You know, I always
liked the name Jake.

Jake Strong. That's good.

Jake Strong.

(gunshots)

MAN: Hi, Sid, nice to see ya.

Oh.

No! No!

(muffled yelling)

SID: But it ain't
what you think, Jack.

No, Sid, it's
exactly what I think.

No! For God's sake, no, please!

No! Let me buy my
way out of this thing.

I got something you need to know

about the guy that choked you!

All right.

Talk to me. The
Marine that jumped you

is some kind of hero.
McLain. J.W., I think.

His sister's that FBI
undercover chick you whacked.

Belle's brother?

Tough family, these
McLains. (Sid laughs)

That's a fact. And
here's the topper, man.

This McLain guy, he's got
some heavy evidence against you

that Belle sent him in the mail.

So, come on, Jack,
for old times' sake.

Does this get me off the hook?

It's news I can use.

Okay. Thanks.

(groans)

Now you're off the hook forever.

REED: Hey, look, he
really is off the hook.

(phone beeping)

Now, getting rid of J.W.
McLain's number one

on our things-to-do list.

( ominous theme playing)

( peaceful theme playing)

Ranger Walker.

I'm Staff Sergeant
Luther Parrish.

I'm here to transfer
Corporal McLain back to base.

Would you initial
those please, sir?

I'll bring him up, Walker.

Okay.

Thank you, sir.

And excuse me,

the name Cordell Walker's
pretty well-known in the Corps.

Captain, highly decorated.

In Nam, they called this
particular officer Nighthawk.

Would you be that Marine, sir?

Ancient history, sergeant.

Ancient or not, sir, I'd be
proud to shake your hand.

Well, drop the sir, sergeant.

Walker will do fine.

I see you've had
your share of combat.

Yeah, you don't join the Corps
just to march in parades, sir.

I'll second that.

So do you know
this Corporal McLain?

Yes, sir. I know
him, professionally.

From a few run-ins
we've had on the base.

McLain doesn't like rules, sir.

You put up a sign that
says "keep off the grass,"

he'll be stomping on your lawn.

He's a good Marine, in combat.

But back at the garrison,
he raises serious hell.

Hey, sergeant.

I figured they'd send
you for this detail.

Regulations.

The sarge here's a stickler
for rules and regulations.

Scuttlebutt says he's got
the most important regulations

tattooed across
his... Stow it, McLain.

Aye-aye, sarge.

Anything you say.

We have to shove
off, Ranger Walker.

(phone rings) Plane to catch.

Yeah, James Trivette.
Thanks for your assistance.

Pleasure. Good luck, J.W.

( somber theme playing)

Stockyard broker just
found Sid Jarvis' body

on a pile of manure
in Fort Worth.

Marshals? Dead.

( dramatic theme playing)

Come on, sarge. Just this once.

Bend that Marine
Corps manual of yours.

All I need is 24 hours.

I do not read you, corporal.

My sister, Parrish.

He killed my sister.

Let those Texas
Rangers handle it.

If this Garrett is guilty,

Walker will bring him down.

You can depend on it.

These are what I depend on.

Right, McLain.

That's why we're either
pinning a medal on you

or locking you up in the brig.

( dramatic theme playing)

Come on out of there, J.W.

Wyatt! Jessie! Hey, J.W. Whoo!

What the hot-burnin' hell do
you two think you're doing?

It's good to see
you too, big brother.

He's right. You can
do long, hard time

for aiding and
abetting an escape.

You have to catch
us first, mister.

PARRISH: You
listen to me, McLain.

Right now, you're just
up for going AWOL,

but if you escape custody
you're in serious trouble.

All of you.

You'll be okay, sarge.

Once we get down the road,

we'll call this in.

Get you some help.
Don't do this, McLain.

Look, sarge, Jack
Garrett killed our sister,

and I can't let him
get away with that.

Come on, J.W.,
we have to go now!

So long, sergeant.
(engine starts)

McLain!

( dramatic theme playing)

McLain!

PARRISH: They left the
scene in a late-model Bronco.

License 3-1-3-Adam-2-Sam.

So you, uh, think it was
his brother and sister, huh?

Had to be. The way they
acted with each other.

I never lost a prisoner.

I don't like the feeling.

Got the address
on McLain's place.

It's way up past
Denton. Ranch country.

Let's go check it out.

You mind if I go along?

Do you mind? No, why not?

Let's go.

WYATT: Belle's
our sister too, J.W.

JESSIE: Yeah, and we loved
her just as much as you did.

So why'd you leave
us out of the play

when you went after this guy?

Why? It's real simple, Wyatt.

And if you had a lick of
sense, you'd understand.

Well, now you've
gone and done it.

Wait a minute now. Who
doesn't have a lick of sense, J.W.?

Who? There's no reason in hell

why all of us should go to jail.

That's why I did it alone.

Me? I'm the oldest.
It's my responsibility.

And Mom and Pop
would have agreed.

Now, wait, hold
on right there, J.W.

Mom and Pop, God rest 'em.

They named us all after
gunfighters for a good reason.

That is right, because they
wanted us to never forget

that a McLain would never
back down from a fight.

And if you mess with one,

you mess with them
all. JESSIE: Absolutely.

And like we said before, J.W.,

Belle was our sister too.

Whether you like it or not,

me and Wyatt, we're dealing
ourselves into this hand.

Okay, Jessie, Wyatt.

You're in for a penny,
you're in for a pound.

We will stand by each other,

and get revenge against
the man who murdered Belle:

Jack Garrett.

And we won't
stop until it's done.

Solemn vow. Solemn vow.

Solemn vow.

I love you both.

We love you too, J.W. Yeah.

Now let's roll.

Hang on. I gotta get
the door. It's open.

Don't matter.

We probably won't be
coming back anyhow.

Let's go.

Right. Right.

( ominous theme playing)

(engine starts)

GARRETT: How the
hell did he get out?

The word is it was his brother
and sister who busted him loose.

(laughs): Oh, yeah,
brother and sister.

This freak's probably
got a half a dozen maniacs

just like him in his family,

just itching to put
me six feet under.

So, what do you want me to do?

I... I want double
security around here,

and I want you to get out
and find this damn leatherneck,

and anyone else that's
helping him, and bury 'em.

All right. Sal, Tony, let's go.

( dramatic theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

Let's go. PARRISH: All right.

(mellow theme playing)

They took all their weapons.

Most of the canned
goods are missing too.

Could have told
you what you'll find.

This is typical McLain behavior.

Let's check out back.

Rules are made to be broken.

Somebody wrongs
you, you get revenge,

and the hell with
the consequences.

Let's check out the barn. Right.

Sergeant, how well
do you know this guy?

First time I met McLain,

he was stripped to his skivvies
singing the Marine Corps anthem.

Yeah, for real.

I ordered him to put
his uniform back on,

he took off his skivvies.

Did he just get
back from a mission?

Yeah, but regulations
don't take that into account.

( ominous theme playing)

They took their horses.

(indistinct chatter)

MAN 1: Check it out.

MAN 2: All right.

(chattering indistinctly)

Jake Reed.

PARRISH: Who's that?

Garrett's enforcer.

There's nobody inside, boss.

Go check out the barn.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(cries out)

(grunting)

Need something?

(coughs)

MAN: All right, all right.

You wanna take these guys in?

No, let 'em go.

One of these days, Walker.

Why wait, Reed.
How about right now?

Cat got your tongue, Reed?

Let's go.

( mellow theme playing)

I think I like the way
you Texas Rangers work.

Yeah, well, I've heard some
things about the Marines too.

What do you got?

Well, I'm trying to figure
out why they took the horses.

Now, look here.

Here's Garrett's ranch.

All roads leading in are from
the south, east, and west side.

And Garrett will have
those roads covered too.

Right. No roads
on the north side.

Mm-mm. No, it's all
swamp and sagebrush.

So that's why they
took the horses.

A strong possibility.

Think that's where
we'll find the McLains?

Let's go find out.

( funky theme playing)

Well, this is loco,

chopping through all
this cottonwood and briar

so we can sneak up on them boys,

take 'em by surprise.

Loco or not, that's
the way it's gonna be.

Well, that's gonna
take us forever.

Now, boys, settle down.
We gotta get going here.

I suppose you got a better idea.

Yeah! Charge.

Oh. Well, now, that's tactical.

Come on. We gotta get go...

Look, we'll go
straight down this road,

right through
Garrett's front door.

He'll never know what hit him.

And neither will we, Wyatt.

He's got an army
covering those main roads.

Yeah, 'cause you went
off without me and Jessie

and missed him.

Well, now we do it my way.

(scoffs)

Only one thing's
gonna settle this.

WYATT: Oh.

Well, that is just fine with me.

Fellas, this is stupid.

( rueful theme playing)

Oh, you gonna try
that crap again, huh?

Don't do this, Wyatt.
I'm gonna hurt you.

Come on.

(both grunting)

Now, how do you like that?

Damn stickers.

Well, hang on. Let me get 'em.

Yeah.

That better? Yeah, much better.

Good.

(Wyatt laughs)

You immature jugheads.
You're gonna kill each other

before we ever even
get to Jack Garrett's.

Wait until I get
into the Marines

and learn some of that
tricky-dick style of fightin'.

Then we'll see who
comes out on top.

Marines don't take felons.

Who's a felon? I ain't no felon.

Well, you're gonna be

after we take care
of Mr. Jack Garrett.

What? Oh.

(clears throat)

Yeah. I forgot.

Whoa. (whinnies)

(helicopter whirring)

Chopper.

(clicks tongue)

Walker, I think we
scored a hit. Look.

(whinnies)

(whinnying)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(whinnying)

Blaze! Come...
Stay down, Jessie!

Wait a minute. I got the girl.

Where is she?

About a half-mile
from the drop-off point.

TRIVETTE (over radio):
She's after her spooked horse.

(dogs barking in distance)

What the hell's a police chopper
doing over the north woods?

GARRETT: I bet they're
looking for the McLains.

You get 'em
before the police do.

Got it. Let's go.
Move, move, move!

( suspenseful theme playing)

Blaze. You bad girl,
what are you doing?

You hold up there.
Now you stay there, girl.

You good thing, you.

Mm.

Settle down.

(neighs)

We'll come back for you soon.

Don't go anywhere.

(muffled grunting)

Walker, you got a Humvee
coming in your direction.

Yeah, I hear him.

Jessie ran right into them.

Well, we gotta help her.

J.W.: Only way to do that is
take out a Ranger and a Marine,

and I'm not feeling up to that.

Are you, Wyatt?

I'm here for Garrett,
not them two.

Let's get out of here. We
can bust Jessie loose later.

Right behind you.

(whinnying)

(horse whinnying)

(whinnying)

Hold it!

(groans)

Parrish.

Thanks, Ranger.

J.W. and his brother got away.

Watch him, Parrish.
I'll go get Jessie.

WALKER: I really
appreciate your cooperation.

You know, I like this good cop,
bad cop routine we got going.

Yeah, me too. We
got a statement.

So how come you always
get to be the good cop?

Because I'm the good guy.

Because you're the good...

Look, I'm gonna go
down to Alex's office

and see if we got enough
for a raid on Garrett's.

Good idea.

Because you're
always the good guy.

Here. Thanks.

Sure.

I tried talking to her.

She won't say anything.

( mysterious theme playing)

What?!

I'm not gonna tell you
where my brothers are.

I can understand that.

You're family. That's right.

I'm glad you can see
where I'm coming from.

I can see where you're
coming from, but...

it's a real shame.

Shame? Yeah.

We've got all the
evidence we need

to arrest Jack Garrett.

But your brothers don't
know that, do they?

It's a real shame.

Your brothers are putting
their necks in a noose

for nothing.

What a shame.

Where are they, Jessie?

I don't know what to do.

Listen to your heart.

Where are they hiding?

They're not at the ranch.

Jessie... your
brothers are gonna die.

Jack Garrett's waiting for
them to come to the ranch.

And he will kill them.

Can you live with that?

Daddy's old huntin' cabin.

Where is it?

I can't tell you.

But I can show you.

Let's go.

PARRISH: She must be dead tired.

Heh.

It's amazing.

You sit across from her,

break every rule
of interrogation,

and in less than ten
minutes she's talking.

That's because
she wanted to talk.

(murmurs)

(geese honking,
crickets chirping)

( peaceful theme playing)

You finally decided to do it.

Without me, eh, big brother?

This is a kamikaze trip, Wyatt.

Them's my favorite kinds.

You gotta stay back to
get Jess out of the slam.

The way this trip shapes up,

whoever goes in
ain't coming back.

You know, yesterday you
were all ready to call this off.

What's with the change of heart?

I don't know.

(sighs)

I just got to thinking
about Belle and all,

and how sweet she was.

Anyway...

I had a dream last
night about her,

and Mom and Pop.

You woke up and you
knew you had to do it.

I think so.

I know so.

(cocks rifle)

Kick butt and take some names.

Heh.

Looks like it's gonna be
your way after all, Wyatt.

All right.

(engine starts)

( ominous theme playing)

Can I talk to 'em first?

Okay.

They're gone. They gotta be
headed out for Garrett's ranch.

Come on.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(engine starts)

(siren wailing)

WALKER (over radio): Trivette.

Go ahead.

What's your ETA
at the Garrett ranch?

Not for at least ten or 15.

Okay, the McLains
are on their way.

Let's try to stop them.

(sighs)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

I love you, Wyatt.

I love you too, J.W.

Now let's do it. Let's do it.

BOTH: Yoo!

(sirens wailing)

Drop 'em on the ground.

MAN 1: Drop it!

(indistinct shouting)

MAN 2: Let's go, let's go.

MAN 3: Drop that
gun. MAN 4: Get down.

MAN 5: We're clear
here. We got 'em.

( suspenseful theme playing)

All right, spread 'em.

Walker and the Marine. Stop
'em! You got it. Move, move, move.

McLain must've given
them the evidence.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(gunshots)

Get down. Get down.
I'll keep an eye on them.

(yells indistinctly)

MAN: Move!

Jessie. Just who you with, sis?

I'm for us, but Walker's
gonna bust Garrett anyhow.

I don't see why you two need
to get in any more trouble.

You better listen to her, boys.

(gunfire)

(cries out)

MAN: Over here!

MAN: Go, go, go.

Get down now!
Halt! Halt or I'll shoot!

( heroic theme playing)

Now I'm gonna
finish what I started.

Hold it! Hold it, J.W.!

Come on, J.W., let him go.

It's not worth it.

You've got a long
life ahead of you.

Come on.

(grunting)

Come on. Think about it.

(choking)

You're right. He's not worth it.

(gasps)

You missed your
chance, jerk. J.W.: No.

It's just gonna take
a little longer, is all.

There's four pictures on that.

Of him, his sidekick,

killing some other
guy with a mustache.

Belle must've taken
it with some camera

that works off a computer.

Digital.

Garrett, this
makes you the jerk.

Ah, ha, ha!

Halt. Police.

(all chuckling)

( light-hearted theme playing)

J.W.: Thanks, Ranger Walker.

I've learned a valuable
lesson here today.

You can't take the law
into your own hands.

That is a valuable lesson, J.W.

So, what's gonna happen
to Jessie and Wyatt

for helping me escape?

Trivette, you wanna tell 'em?

We talked Judge Ortiz

into community service
and probation for you.

Oh, that's great.

Well, what about J.W.?

Yeah, I ain't taking no
community service if J.W.'s...

Stow it, cowboy!

I spoke with your
C.O., corporal,

and he agreed that
sometimes a Marine's objective

is more important
than his tactic.

Officially, you have been
on a seven-day leave.

What? You mean no AWOL?

Are you hard-of-hearing, McLain?

I said that you've been
on a seven-day leave.

Now, if I were you,
I would get my tail

back to the base, pronto.

Old "by the book" Parrish.

Okay, sarge, okay.

( easy theme playing)

Thanks again, Ranger Walker.

You bet, J.W.

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

(both chuckle)

( light rock action
theme playing)

♪ 'Cause the eyes
Of the Ranger ♪

♪ Are upon you ♪

♪ Any wrong you
do He's gonna see ♪

♪ When you're in
Texas Look behind you ♪

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