Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

CHOIR LEADER: ♪ Heaven, Jesus, Jesus ♪

♪ All of our sins ♪

CHOIR: ♪ And grief to bear ♪

♪ What a privilege It is to carry ♪

♪ Yeah Everything to God ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ Take me to the Lord In prayer ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ Everything to God ♪

♪ To God In prayer ♪

♪ Can we find a...? ♪

TRENT: Why does Roscoe look mad?

Adam's late. Man, he's really gonna get it

if he misses another one of his dad's sermons.

TRENT: How bad can it be?

Today's sermon is about turning the other cheek.

When it comes to Adam, Pastor Jones just looks straight ahead.

♪ Lord in prayer ♪

Thank you.

(applause)

Yes. Thank you.

Thank you, Sister Vanessa.

That was wonderful, wonderful, wonderful.

Good morning, everybody. CONGREGATION: Good morning!

You know, I was driving down the LBJ Freeway yesterday,

when all of a sudden,

this man cuts right in front of me.

He's driving an expensive car, talking on a cell phone.

Probably didn't even realize he almost sent up

all of us to glory. Heh, heh, heh.

(scattered laughter)

But then, suddenly, I got this urge.

(murmuring)

(laughter)

You know what I'm talking about.

Yes.

You've all felt it, haven't you?

Each and every one... Everybody, at some time or another

have felt that rage, that... That... That urge.

Lord, if we all acted on it,

the LBJ Freeway would be deserted and empty.

(chuckles)

This should get that preacher's attention.

ROSCOE: For you have heard it said,

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

But I tell you, do not resist an evil person.

Do it.

If someone strikes you on the right cheek,

turn to him the other side.

( dramatic theme playing)

(all gasping)

(indistinct chatter, gasps)

WOMAN: No!

( dramatic theme swells)

(indistinct shouting)

Ohhh.

My...

Oh.

( 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 ♪

Sister, please, help Sister Summers home.

Our prayers are with you,

and I'll be over later.

Oh, Walker, this is terrible.

He was her only child.

This has all the earmarks of a gang drive-by, Reverend.

Was he in a gang, Roscoe?

Rodney Summers? I've known him all his life.

He was one of Adam's best friends, an A student.

The reason he was late to church

is 'cause he was delivering food baskets to needy families.

Gang member. Absolutely not.

Adam, where have you been?

I was helping Rodney deliver the food baskets.

Son, something terrible has happened.

Think this has anything to do

with the rash of hate crimes that broke out last month?

It's possible.

Cold-blooded murder, that's a pretty big escalation

from bricks through windows and graffiti on synagogues.

Yeah. Find anything?

No. We canvassed the neighborhood.

Three square blocks. Nobody saw a thing.

Does Adam know yet?

His father's telling him now.

I should see how he's doing.

( melancholy theme playing)

TRENT: My father built this church to save souls.

I don't know how he'd deal with people being killed

while trying to get through his front door.

( dramatic theme playing)

Every move we make must be dedicated

to taking our country back.

We cannot stand idly by

and watch them steal our God-given rights.

Sieg heil! ALL: Sieg heil!

Through clever manipulation of the media,

they are drowning our country in political correctness.

By making expression of honest opinion

and natural differences a social offense,

they are silencing the masses.

It's time for a new wave of moral correctness

to wash across this once-proud land.

It is time for the truth.

Sieg heil! ALL: Sieg heil!

There are millions who believe as we do.

Millions.

And they're just waiting to hear the word.

And who's going to deliver that word?

MEN: We are!

That's right.

I want a thousand new names by tonight.

A thousand new believers

who are willing to help us take back our country.

A thousand new members willing to march and die at our sides.

This is a war.

The future of America is in your hands.

So let's get the job done.

(shouts of assent, cheers)

(shouts indistinctly)

MAN: You heard him.

I want everyone's stats up by 10 percent.

No excuses. Let's do it.

(shouts of assent, cheers)

( ominous theme playing)

MAN: Good news is we made the paper again.

The bad news is we killed the wrong kid outside the church.

I imagine having to scrape that kid off the church's front porch

just ruined the good Reverend's Sunday.

Before I'm done, Roscoe Jones

won't have a church, a son or a heartbeat.

Deacon Rivers. Ha-ha.

You obviously haven't seen it yet.

Seen what?

( ominous theme playing)

What are you gonna do?

Call the police, buy some paint,

cover it up and carry on.

Anyway, after they trashed the church,

several members of Roscoe's congregation

got threatening phone calls.

They were told they'd be hurt if they didn't quit his church.

What with the shooting

and everything else that's been going on,

I asked to be assigned to the hate crimes task force.

Well, that's good, Carlos.

You know most of the congregation. Mm.

All right. Another special unit.

(pager beeping) Yeah, thanks.

Yeah, they do keep me on a short leash, though.

You mind if I use your phone? No. Go ahead.

(Carlos dialing)

CARLOS: Sandoval. Yeah.

Yeah. I'll get right on it.

(receiver clicks)

The principal of Eastside High

reported some skinheads passing out Nazi literature

in front of the school.

She thinks there might be trouble.

Need some help?

No, thanks. They're sending backup.

( school bell rings)

Read the material, then think for yourselves.

You got nothing to lose

but the shackles on your puny minds.

PRINCIPAL: Please, leave.

I called the police.

So? There's no law against passing out

educational material on public property.

It's protected by the Constitution.

Don't you teach that in there?

I'll tell you what they don't teach.

They don't teach us to hate.

ADAM: And they don't teach us how to write "nigger"

on the front of a church.

That's what you'd like to teach us, right?

Just do me a favor and just get out of here, okay?

(scoffs)

Just what this world needs:

more chocolate and vanilla bonding.

Hundred years from now,

everyone's gonna look like a Mexican.

Wise up, junior,

'cause when the big day comes,

they're not gonna take you in

and neither will we.

Nobody wants your crap. Now just get outta here.

You got the guts to back up that mouth?

PRINCIPAL: No, no, no.

Tommy! Stop, stop!

(scuffling)

CARLOS: Break it up. Break it up. Break it up.

Get... Back off!

Lock 'em up, Carlos.

Tommy, knock it off.

All right, I want you people back in school

or go home now!

And you people, I want you out of here now.

We have every right to be here.

You're not outta here in 30 seconds, I'm arresting you.

For what?

Littering.

Twenty seconds.

Looks like we wore out our welcome.

(laughs)

(school bell rings)

TRIVETTE: All right, and they even have their own website.

It's incredible. You can donate to the cause

with a credit card.

Buy your T-shirts, hats, emblems,

jackets, Nazi insignia, banners,

instruction manuals...

Virtual cyber-supermarket of hate.

Does it say who's behind it?

Not yet. Let me see here.

(beeps)

All right, here we go.

"The new Fuhrer for the '90s: Stan Gorman."

Huh. Wrote a book. How about that?

Our America. Fifty bucks.

Membership in the Sons of Reich with every purchase.

Incredible. TRIVETTE: Not really. Hate sites

have more than doubled in the past year.

This one came on-line...

(computer beeps) September.

That's about the same time the hate crimes started.

See what else you can dig up on this Gorman character.

All right.

(beeps)

Hey, didn't Roscoe say he met Thunder Malloy

when they were Army chaplains at Fort Hood?

Yeah. Why?

( tense theme playing)

Never gonna believe this.

ROSCOE: Stan Gorman?

TRIVETTE: Leader of the Sons of the Reich.

What's going on? Do you know him?

Adam. Get up to that school and bring him home right now.

Don't ask questions. Just do it. Okay.

I'll go with him.

What's this all about, Roscoe?

Walker, the bullet that killed Rodney Summers

was meant for my Adam.

TOMMY: I tell you, she really likes me.

(laughs): Oh, yeah, right.

( ominous theme playing)

( quiet theme playing)

Thunder got out of the Army five years before I did.

He built this church, established his ministry.

He said I had a home here when I got out,

helping him do the Lord's work.

(chuckles): Well, of course, I took him up on it.

How does Stan Gorman fit into all this?

ROSCOE: One of my best friends at Fort Hood

was an artillery captain:

Gary Crowder.

He was also Sergeant Gorman's company commander.

Well, now, Gorman had a hard time

taking orders from a black man.

And sure enough, one day, Gorman refused an order,

threw a punch.

Well, my buddy Gary busted him to private

and threw him in the stockade for 30 days.

Not a thing a man like Gorman forgets.

Yeah, you got that right.

Payback came a week after he got out.

Gary and I went to a late movie in San Antonio,

and when we came out,

the parking lot was dark, deserted.

Gorman just... came out of nowhere,

Opened fire on us, hit us both,

and left us for dead.

Well, he was right about Gary,

but I guess it just wasn't my time.

You testified against him?

Put my hand on the Bible

and pointed at him in Superior Court,

and put him away for life.

Life isn't what it used to be.

I wouldn't trade my eternity for his.

All these years. You know...

I'd almost completely forgotten about Stan Gorman.

Well, I guess Stan Gorman hasn't forgotten about you.

( action theme playing)

(men chattering indistinctly)

These the ones?

Yep.

All mouth and no teeth.

MAN: We just got lucky.

That's the preacher's runt.

Sing "hallelujah."

About three years after Gorman got to Huntsville,

he became the undisputed leader

of the white power movement inside the prison.

I guess he drew hundreds of new followers to his cause.

When did he get out?

TRIVETTE: Three months ago.

Walker, is there anything that you can do?

Well, right now, we have to prove that Stan Gorman

was involved in the murder of Rodney Summers.

Get the chimp in the van.

(grunting)

The only thing they don't teach you is how to swallow teeth.

Come on, Tommy.

Tommy.

(ripping, crunching)

(Tommy groans)

(grunts)

GORMAN: Get 'em in the van.

ADAM: Tommy, you all right?

( action theme swells)

Get in there. Get in.

(tires squealing)

Take care of those guys.

(grunting)

(fists smacking)

TRENT: Get down!

MAN: Come on, let's go.

Let's go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

(indistinct shouting)

(gun cocks)

Wow. Glad to see you guys.

TRENT: You all right? Yeah.

Tommy, you okay?

I don't know. I'll tell you in a bit.

Why'd they put us in that van?

TRENT: I don't know,

but, uh, I think your father does.

TRIVETTE: I have an address.

It's the old Flint warehouse in Deep Ellum.

( light dramatic theme playing)

Alex,

can you get a warrant to search Stan Gorman's headquarters

for the murder weapon?

I'll try.

I'm gonna have to do one big selling job on the judge.

Well, if anyone can, you can.

Don't even start that. (chuckles)

( ominous theme playing)

Did either of 'em get a good look at you?

MAN: No.

They both had their hands full.

You told the others to lay low?

Yeah. We said we'd be in touch.

GORMAN: That was too close.

I won't tolerate any more mistakes.

TRIVETTE: All right. Texas Rangers.

We have a search warrant.

I need everybody to line up right over here.

Let's go.

(men chattering indistinctly)

GORMAN: Can I see that warrant?

Everyone do as they say.

We don't want to give them any excuses

to use those itchy trigger fingers.

Let's join the fun, gentlemen.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Recognize anyone?

No. They're not here.

Who's not here? Two of your skinheads

tried to kidnap a couple boys yesterday.

Oh, is that right?

Then why don't you arrest me?

Your time's coming, Gorman.

Search the place.

OFFICER: Yes, sir.

(chattering)

I'd think that the Texas Rangers

would have more important things to do

than hassle some minor dissidents.

Not really.

( suspenseful theme continues)

Clean. I told you.

We're a legitimate, nonviolent protest organization.

Yeah, right.

Pull 'em out.

All right, boys, let's move out.

OFFICER: All right, move it out, come on, move it out.

Stay away from the Reverend Jones and his congregation.

(imitating slave): Yassuh, boss.

( suspenseful theme swells)

Anything you say, boss.

(snickering)

MAN 1: Go on, get out of here.

MAN 2: Go home with the rest...

(laughter, indistinct chatter)

We haven't seen the last of that Ranger.

You think it's smart to go through

with tonight's operation?

Absolutely.

Walker wants a war,

we'll give him one he can't win.

( military theme playing)

CHOIR: ♪ Nobody knows ♪

♪ The trouble I've seen... ♪

( ominous theme playing)

♪ The trouble ♪

♪ The trouble I've seen ♪

(glass shattering, people screaming)

(glass shatters)

(indistinct chatter)

PASTOR: Oh, God, protector of all that trust in thee,

without whom nothing is strong,

nothing is holy,

increase and multiply upon us thy mercy

that thou, being our ruler and guide,

we may so pass through things temporal,

that we finally lose not things eternal.

Amen. CROWD: Amen.

Oh, Ben, I'm so sorry.

Thank you, Roscoe.

You know, it's... It's a little hard

to see how this fits into the grand design.

Well, nobody died. That's one blessing.

Amen to that. Amen.

You know, your congregation is welcome to come worship

at our church. (laughs)

Most of my folks don't have transportation, Roscoe.

We can't get way out to your place.

We'll come pick you up

and bring you back after it's over.

And we're gonna help you rebuild the church.

I'm gonna organize a big charity social this Sunday night

to start that money rolling in.

Well, just giving us a place is more than enough, Roscoe.

You don't have the kind of money it takes

to... To finance an event like that.

Our church is rich in friends, Ben,

rich in friends.

And sometimes that's enough.

Praise the Lord, praise the Lord.

TRIVETTE: So how can we help Roscoe with his charity social?

Any ideas? Yes.

I know the man with the Tarrant County school bus contract.

I'm sure he would donate enough busses

to get Reverend Sloan's people to the church.

All right. I just bought a new graphics package

for my computer, so I can do the flyers and posters.

Well, I'll furnish all the dishes and all the glasses,

and I will make a chili

the likes of which this world has never seen.

I'll have my Kick Drugs kids

pass out flyers and sell tickets.

In fact, I may have someone

who can provide the entertainment.

Ah, that is great.

(horn honking)

♪ Yeah How fast can I go? ♪

♪ I gotta catch That little... ♪

Hello, Walker. WALKER: Hello, Collin.

How you doing? Nice to see you. Good, good.

You're Collin Raye.

Yes, sir. I sure am. Ha, ha, ha.

Well, I'm Roscoe Jones.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Yeah, Collin's on tour, Roscoe,

and he's agreed to help us out tomorrow night.

When Walker explained to me what happened

and what you-all are trying to do,

I didn't wanna miss a chance to be a part of that.

Son, you are a gift from heaven.

Thank you, and thank you, Walker.

Why, with the Lord on my side

and friends like you in our corner,

what enemy could possibly stand a chance?

(laughter) ROSCOE: Come on.

I'll show you where to set up. Sounds good.

( ominous theme playing)

MAN: These are all over town.

Flyers too.

That old coot is yanking your chain.

MAN 2: This sucks.

Troops know you've targeted him.

Look real bad if we let this stand.

Get down to that farm.

Get a couple of pounds of C-4.

It's time to up the ante.

CHOIR: ♪ Count your blessings ♪

♪ See what The Lord has done ♪

♪ Count your blessings ♪

♪ Name them one by one ♪

♪ Count your Many blessings... ♪

We have to talk.

Uh, sure, but after the choir... Now.

♪ Count your blessings... ♪

Keep going, everybody. You're doing fine.

♪ Count your blessings... ♪

Now, what is so important that you...?

My wife was accosted in our driveway by some skinheads.

What? They hit her.

They knocked her down.

Then they threatened to deliver my head on a platter

if I don't quit the church.

H...? Ah, how is Loretta?

How do you think she is? She's scared.

You sent Adam away.

I have no place to send my family.

And it's not just me, Roscoe.

Other elders have received similar threats:

rocks through the windows,

swastikas and worse painted on the doors.

We can't take it anymore.

This is awful.

Since this seems to be

a personal vendetta aimed at you,

there's only one way to end this.

You must resign as pastor of this church.

Resign?

Yes.

Paul, I understand your concern,

but even in his darkest hour, our Savior did not resign.

You are not the Savior.

If you resign, maybe they'll...

Maybe they'll leave us alone. (door opens)

(choir members murmuring)

I guess I'm about the last person

you wanted to see, huh, preacher?

The door's always open. Everybody's welcome.

Even me?

ROSCOE: Maybe mostly you, Gorman.

Even the worst sinner can still be saved

if he just asks forgiveness.

You better worry about saving yourself, old man.

I meant to kill two niggers in that parking lot.

I only killed one,

and it cost me 18 long years.

I won't make the same mistake next time.

ROSCOE: You haven't changed at all,

but I can still help show you the way.

MAN: Ah, shut up, man.

He don't need no help from you.

Yeah. We don't need to hear no holy roller crap, right, Gorman?

No, not right.

I can't think of anything I'd rather do

than discuss old-time religion

in Roscoe Jones' own church.

Let's see, what's that thing

about turning the other cheek?

(grunts)

(all gasp)

Now,

you're supposed to stand there and turn your head

so I have a clear shot at the other cheek.

That's how it goes, right?

(choir members gasping)

Lordy, I love talking religion with you.

The door is always open, Gorman,

and he is always here.

Now, whether you decide to come in,

and whatever you have to say to him is entirely up to you.

Now, if you're finished,

I have a choir practice I want to continue.

Bravo.

Remarkable restraint.

It will be interesting to see how long

you can keep it up.

( dramatic theme playing)

(indistinct speech)

This is exactly what I was talking about.

Now will you resign?

No.

(explosion, woman gasps)

(excited chattering)

( menacing theme playing)

TRIVETTE: C-4. Remote detonation.

How's Roscoe taking it?

Oh, not well.

The only other time I saw him cry

was at my father's funeral.

Man, I wish I'd been here.

Makes two of us.

Three of us.

(cell phone beeps off)

That was the governor on the phone.

He wants me to take over the investigation.

Now we're talking.

( triumphant theme playing)

MAN: Here you go, Jimmy.

Thanks.

Here's a list of the Huntsville inmates

with Aryan Nation ties when Gorman was on the inside.

The ones that are marked

are the inmates that got out the same year he did.

WALKER: You know, I've got a hunch

that Gorman has a huge arsenal somewhere.

Well, we know it's not at his warehouse.

No, but I'll bet it's somewhere around here.

All right, I'll cross-check the inmates' names

with release dates and property purchases and rentals.

Maybe we'll get lucky.

I'll start drawing up search warrants.

When we get a break, we'll be ready.

Okay. And I'll make the coffee. It's gonna be a long night.

( suspenseful theme playing)

We all assume

that our Savior must have been strong

to endure so much agony

to atone for our sins.

(murmured assent)

And until this week,

with all of its tragedy,

I never fully realized just how strong he had to be.

Now, I thought I might assume some of his courage

to get me through.

But as an elder correctly reminded me,

I'm not the Savior.

I'm only a man.

There'll be no sermon this morning.

Only a prayer:

that the dark clouds

that I have brought over this house and you

will soon be parted

and the sun will shine through these windows

and into your hearts once again.

It has been... (chuckles)

It has been a privilege and an honor

to serve you.

But now it's time to say goodbye.

MAN 1: No. MAN 2: No, Reverend.

ROSCOE: May God bless and keep you all.

Amen.

MAN: No, Reverend. No.

MAN 2: Say it ain't so, Reverend.

( melancholy theme playing)

WOMAN: That's Trent. That's Thunder's boy.

(man shushing)

( heroic theme playing)

My father, Thunder Malloy, built this church.

He poured his life into it.

It was his courage, vision and faith

that kept these doors open until he died last year.

And I'm sure Thunder, even with his high expectations,

would be proud to see how far Roscoe

has taken this congregation.

MAN 2: In the spirit, in the spirit.

We have become a communion of harmonious souls

who are dedicated to making a difference

in an imperfect world.

This man...

This man is the rock in our lives,

always there for us no matter what.

MAN 1: Yes, sir.

Well, now he's in trouble.

No, son, really, I've...

I've made up my mind.

Roscoe, no one expects you to be the Savior.

That job is taken.

Just be the man you are.

The man we look up to, the man who shares our troubles.

The man... Thunder Malloy trusted

to carry on with his work.

MAN 2: Oh, in the spirit.

Now, you might tell them you quit,

but in my book, it isn't official

until you look up there...

and tell Thunder himself.

MAN 3: You know it's true, Reverend.

( uplifting theme playing)

(exhales)

You're right. I can't do it.

I didn't think so.

(congregation murmuring)

MAN 2: Lord have mercy.

TRENT: Let's see a show of hands.

How many want Roscoe to stay? MAN 1: I do. I do right here.

MAN 2: We all want the Reverend to stay.

(indistinct chatter)

( uplifting theme swells)

MAN 2: We love you, Reverend.

Roscoe...

I apologize.

I was afraid.

I still am.

But as far as we're concerned,

you are the spiritual leader of this church

for as long as you wanna be.

Please...

reconsider.

MAN 1: Come on, Reverend.

Thank you.

MAN 1: Reverend, let the Lord move you.

And when it comes to standing tall,

your father would be so proud.

(applause)

(computer beeping)

All right, Sonny Kline and Gorman

were cellmates at Huntsville.

Sonny rented a farm 70 miles south of here

when he was paroled.

(claps) Way to go.

Alex, can you...? I know. I know. I know.

"Alex, can you wake up a judge?"

(sighs)

( military theme playing)

(door opens)

Gorman.

Did everyone break out the hankies

when Jones threw in the towel?

Nope. He's staying,

and stronger than ever if you ask me.

(sighs)

Did he cancel the benefit?

MAN: Nope, and with all the support he has,

they'll have that church rebuilt in no time.

What I wanna know is if we can't whip one dumb nigger,

how the hell we gonna take the whole country back?

Yeah, Gorman. How?

( tense theme playing)

Seems I'm gonna have to have another chat with Pastor Jones,

this time about the crucifixion.

Everyone gather round.

Tonight, the very public death of Pastor Jones

will serve as a call to arms which cannot be ignored.

(chattering)

Aha. Ha-ha-ha!

ROSCOE: Oh, boy, that smells good.

Bring it right on in here.

Ha-ha. We got it here.

( quiet upbeat theme playing)

(feedback squeals)

Check, check one.

(machinery buzzing)

That's not the way you do it.

There's nothing worse than a cross that fizzles out.

Read the manual.

If you do it right,

it'll take a hurricane to blow out the flames.

Now, get on it. MAN: Yes, sir.

( dramatic theme continues)

Sure was a long way out here.

But it wasn't a wasted trip.

WALKER: Okay. Carlos, you take out that guy.

Trivette, you take the side. I'll take the back.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler. Ungh!

(gun cocks)

(grunts)

(rock music playing over stereo)

Texas Rangers. Freeze!

Don't even think about it.

CARLOS: Don't move.

Put your weapons down slowly.

MAN 1: All right, all right, all right.

MAN 2: It's down, it's down.

( rock theme playing)

You-all got enough here to outfit a small army.

Backup's here.

You think it's the one that killed Rodney Summers?

Same caliber.

Wonder where Gorman is.

That's a good question.

( urgent theme playing)

ROSCOE: Oh, this is wonderful.

Thank you for showing up tonight.

For a worthy cause. For a worthy cause.

Oh, Ben, the way it's pouring in,

you'll be up and running in no time.

Thank you, Roscoe.

I don't know what to say.

How about "hallelujah"?

BOTH: Hallelujah. Ha-ha-ha!

(cheering)

Ladies... Come on.

Ladies... Ladies and gentlemen,

let's put our hands together

and give a nice, warm Texas welcome

to our friend indeed in our time of need,

Collin Raye.

(cheering)

(inaudible dialogue)

(country music playing)

♪ Well, the note said You've had time ♪

♪ To think about it ♪

♪ Looks like to me ♪

♪ You're feeli" Kind of crowded ♪

♪ You're not lookin' for Anything permanent here ♪

♪ So my Rodeo's packed And it's in goodbye gear ♪

♪ So I shot down To the Longhorn Diner ♪

♪ Her sister works there and She'd know where to find her ♪

♪ She said "You did not Hear this from me" ♪

♪ "All I'll say is Mama's got That place out in Monterey" ♪

♪ Oh, how fast can I go? ♪

♪ Gotta catch That little red Rodeo ♪

♪ She drove off with my heart I've gotta let her know ♪

♪ Need the girl In that little red Rodeo ♪

♪ Texas plates ♪

♪ Candy-apple red Rodeo ♪

♪ Two towns back I showed your photograph ♪

♪ And the gas station man Just started to laugh... ♪

Trent, what's up?

Maybe nothing.

Yeah, there's been a lot of that here lately.

RAYE: ♪ Boy, just follow that cloud of dust ♪

♪ Oh, how fast can I go...? ♪

( ominous theme playing)

GORMAN: Good evening, Pastor Jones.

Now, look what we saw burning bright in your front yard.

MAN 1: We were passing by when we saw it.

MAN 2: Yeah, out for a walk.

Gee, wonder who could have put it there.

Get everybody back inside, please. Now. Hurry.

I'm not going anywhere, Roscoe. SLOAN: None of us are.

We're with you, and so is the Lord.

C.D.: Well, I'm with the Lord, but I'm gonna get us some backup.

Okay. Let's see if we can go reach Walker.

Roscoe, you're the one who should go back inside.

This is my mess, and I'm gonna clean it up.

( ominous theme continues)

To many, you know, the cross represents

a symbol of salvation and sacrifice and God's mercy.

MAN: Yes, it does.

ROSCOE: For others,

it has become a symbol of pure hate.

But tonight, on this lawn,

this is nothing but a piece of burning wood,

and we're not gonna give the devil a foothold here.

Not tonight, we're not.

So, what are you gonna do to us,

beat us with your chains and your baseball bats?

It wouldn't matter.

You'd all just stand there and take it.

Your leader admires Adolf Hitler,

a man who destroyed his country,

murdered millions of people and then

committed suicide.

The man I admire is Jesus Christ,

who brought light into the heart of darkness

and died for us all.

(man shouts indistinctly)

Come on, Stan. Let's get to it.

Yeah, let's split some skulls before the cops come.

SKINHEAD: Come on, let's put an end to this nigger right now.

You're a fake...

and I'm gonna prove it right here, right now.

(Roscoe grunts)

ROSCOE: Trent, no. No.

Trent. Stay put, now.

Trent, stay put, stay put.

You know, Gorman, you're really beginning to annoy me.

So?

You're all pious cowards hiding behind your Jesus.

And the meek shall inherit the earth.

What a crock.

(crowd gasps)

(crowd murmuring)

You know, this eye-for-an-eye stuff,

maybe its time has come.

Yes. GORMAN: Go ahead.

Hypocrite.

(cries out)

No blow I strike can equal the pain

you're gonna suffer on Judgment Day.

I'm gonna leave the eye for an eye

in the master's hands.

( ominous theme swells)

(gun cocks)

Kill 'em all! (crowd gasps)

(grunting)

Boy, am I glad you got here, Cordell.

( triumphant theme playing)

Carlos, let's read them their rights.

My pleasure.

This is one hate group that's out of business.

Yeah, one.

( dramatic theme playing)

(whispered praying)

(wind howling)

( dramatic theme swells)

Walker, how...?

You're asking the wrong guy, Trivette.

( peaceful theme playing)

( upbeat 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 ♪