Original subtitles

( 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 ♪