Original subtitles

TRIVETTE: What I got is Portell's back in Texas,

down near Brownsville.

So I'm gonna need a fugitive warrant

and Brownsville P.D. standing by, all right?

No, I haven't heard from him in a week.

He hasn't checked in. (door banging)

Here he is. Right on cue.

COP 1: Whoa. COP 2: Whoa.

All right, come on. Book these guys.

And if they give you an attitude, call me.

COP 1: All right, gentlemen. MAN 1: All right.

COP 1: Let's go.

TRIVETTE: Yeah, well,

if I hose him down he'll be almost recognizable.

All right, I'm picking up the warrants now.

Bye-bye. Thanks.

(phone clicks)

Where you been all week?

Where in the hell does it look like I've been?

Not on vacation.

I've been chasing these guys for six days through the Brazos.

Guess what? Found Portell.

I'm gonna pick up the warrants now.

Let's go. Wait a minute.

You look like 12 miles of bad road.

Why don't you take a break? Trivette, I'll take a break

when I say I take a break.

Now I'll take a shower, then we go.

( tense theme playing)

This is gonna be fun.

TRIVETTE: How come these guys always hang out in dumps, man?

Hey, did I ever tell you the story

about the two camels that walk into a bar?

I've heard it.

How about the guy that walks into the bar

with a monkey around his neck?

I've heard that too.

That one was funny, though.

No, it wasn't.

Yeah. How about the...?

The one about the guy who walks into the bar

with the dog on a leash?

You heard that one? Mm-hm.

There he is.

( dramatic theme playing)

Take this.

Donelly, we're going in.

Where do you think you're going?

To hell, if I don't change my ways.

What?

(grunting)

I'll have you a passport

and an international driver's license

in about an hour.

(grunting)

(grunting)

COP 1: Freeze! COP 2: Hold it right there!

COP 1: Police!

(grunts)

COP 2: Stay where you are. (gun cocks)

COP 2: No talking. I got it. I got it.

COP 2: All right, lay down.

COP 1: Don't move. COP 2: I got him, I got him.

Where you going?

( light rock action theme playing)

(Resync by Chuck)

Can I get you back behind this tape?

No offense, but I want to talk to the man in charge.

Only the man in charge.

You guys do good work.

You ever tire of being a Ranger, come on down to Brownsville.

We'll take you on.

This guy's a character, boys.

What, is he giving you trouble?

No, he's a civilian, a printer.

Forges passports and stuff for the wise guys.

I figured Portell'd try to get out of the country.

He wants to talk to you. Me?

Yeah, you are the ranking local law enforcement officer

in the area, right?

He wants to talk to you too,

old mighty Texas Ranger man.

What does he want?

My guess is he's got something he wants to trade.

You got something for us?

Well, you're gonna need a representative

from the Marshals Service

and, uh, another one

from the Drug Enforcement Administration.

Those two for sure,

and... And maybe the FBI.

(scoffs): I just love to be dictated to by my prisoners.

Hey, I know about these things,

and I knew this time would come.

Frankly, I'm a little relieved.

The marshals handle the protected-witness program.

That what you wanna talk about?

Man, I can't do prison.

If I walk, they're gonna think I cooperated,

and at some point they're gonna kill me

for how much I know anyway.

I got a wife, I got a kid.

I gotta get out of here.

I'll take a bait shop in Idaho, anything.

DONELLY: Let me tell you something, my man.

To get into the program,

you'd better have one wild, dust-up piece of goods to trade.

Carlos Quintero.

Yeah, I know how much he's worth to you.

Go on.

Yeah, maybe we're interested.

Oh, please,

I can hand you this guy at dawn tomorrow, or never.

It's a one-time thing. DONELLY: No, no, no.

I need more than that, like how you're gonna deliver.

No more until we have a deal.

I get a new life, you get Carlos.

And I wanna talk to somebody in authority who can say yes.

No, I don't think I can personally guarantee that.

I'll get you your guarantee.

( dramatic theme playing)

( patriotic theme playing)

Anytime Carlos Quintero flies, it's going to be a big shipment.

Carlos flies out of Mexico into remote areas

along the Texas-Louisiana border.

Sorry, people. Walker.

Sam.

As most of you know,

Carlos has never been caught

because he's in and out under radar.

And in and out before we know it.

But this time we know it.

Information is he'll be landing

at a place called Fishkill Point.

And it's not on your maps,

but the local jurisdiction in Bayou Parish knows about it.

That's a Sheriff Hugo LeBrun. Does anybody know him?

This is gonna be a joint operation.

Rangers, DEA, U.S. Marshals, P.D.

But once we get down there,

Sheriff LeBrun will be the point man.

How good's your information?

Our informant's betting his life on it, so we tend to believe him.

We leave in an hour. Gear up.

Choppers are standing by.

( tense theme playing)

( pensive Cajun theme playing)

Well, I hope I'm not feeding

the mosquitoes for nothing, guys.

He said about sunup.

Yeah, but if I was meeting a helicopter,

I'd be here now.

Yeah, they might be.

There's an old service road

just inside that tree line.

That's where I'd stay out of sight.

You know, this jacket sure is comfortable.

Better yet, it keeps us

from shooting each other, sheriff.

Ah.

Well, down in these parts we just say:

"Hey, Clarence, it's me."

(chuckles)

You do much fishing up there in Dallas?

It's been a long time.

We got the best fishing in the world down here.

Not right here. Deeper in.

Place called Black Bayou.

Oh, the biggest bass you'll ever see.

Ain't that the place C.D.'s always talking about?

Yeah. C.D.?

Could that be C.D. Parker?

Yeah, that's right.

Sure.

Not too many people named C.D. in this world.

Yeah, he and I go way back.

He's a mighty good man.

Listen.

(helicopter approaching)

Helicopter.

Where?

Over there.

( tense theme playing)

Let's get this netting off.

Come on, guys, look hot.

Go for it.

AGENT 1 (over radio): We're on our way, sheriff.

Get going. MAN 1: Let's go.

MAN 1: Come on, now.

MAN 1: Go, go, go. You won't go in there.

(engine starts)

We got company. Let's go.

AGENT 1 (over speaker): Federal agents. Put down any weapons.

Put your hands over your head. Don't move.

MAN 1: Come on, now, let's go.

Let's go, let's go. Taker her up.

MAN 2: Get it in there.

(grunting)

(gunshots)

Let's get out of here.

Let's go. Take her up.

(grunting)

Freeze. On the ground, now!

(grunting)

(grunts)

(gun cocks)

(both grunting)

MAN 2: I'm not moving, I'm not moving.

AGENT 2: Get down.

Gotcha.

AGENT 1 (over speaker): Land that chopper. Put down. Now.

Put down now.

Hold it.

(groans)

(grunting)

(both grunting)

(both screaming)

Walker! Talk to me, man.

( ominous martial theme playing)

TRIVETTE: Come on, talk to me.

Come on, now. (groaning)

What do you want me to say?

Hey, get a paramedic!

Hurry up!

Maybe you should just lay here, huh?

(groaning): No, I'm... I'm fine.

Officer needs help, call.

I'm at Fishkill Point.

Officer is down.

( upbeat theme playing)

(speaks indistinctly)

Yes, sir.

(speaks indistinctly)

Okay, I'll get back to you, all right?

As soon as possible.

Well, you've had a concussion.

It's, uh, definite, well, but, uh, mild.

Definitely you've been concussed.

I feel fine.

Well, you got walloped.

There's just not much we can do about it, though.

Can't put your head in a cast.

I'd, uh, like to keep you here tonight,

you know, just to be on the safe side.

The back room is set up for it.

I can't do that, doc.

I've got to get back.

Another medical-school graduate

with a better opinion.

Look, you said I'm fine,

so let's leave it at that, okay, doc?

Well, I'll let you go, with one stipulation.

When you get home,

you, uh, take it easy and take a few days off.

And on your drive home,

if you get to feeling sick to your stomach, or you...

Or you just have to go to sleep, you get to the nearest hospital

and then you give them these.

Whatever you say, doc.

How you doing?

I'm fine.

Ah, then we both got good news.

I'm getting my casting arm back one of these days.

We tallied up that cocaine we busted

on the helicopter at 40 million.

Lord almighty.

Not too far back

$40 million would have bought Louisiana.

What is this damn drug thing?

I know your cities are destroyed.

Now, even out here.

We just took a nice piece out of them, sheriff.

Yeah, but are you gaining on them?

I been hearing tell of drug operations

even out here, even in the bayou country.

My God, when will it all end?

It'll end when people decide not to use it anymore.

You're right there, my friend.

It's been a pleasure working with you.

And you too, sir. And yourself, sir.

Have a safe drive back, boys.

Hope to see you again one of these days.

Oh, and, uh, give my regards to C.D.

Tell him to get himself out here

and I'll give him some fishing lessons.

( upbeat theme playing)

Hey, go take care, now.

C.D.: That was the dadgumedest fish I ever saw in my life.

It took more doggone time to boat that fish

than it took to translate

the Old Testament in Hebrew, Jimmy.

Yes, sir, you was there, weren't you, Cordell?

Remember that?

Hey.

Hm?

I even caught a bigger one than that one time, Jimmy.

I never will forget.

That son of a gun took that reel,

ran just as far out with that line as it could

and stood up on his tail.

Turned around, looked at me and says:

"Hey, C.D., I'm a traveling man. I'm out of here."

Don't guess you can appreciate all this, can you, Jimmy?

I mean, being a city boy and all.

I've been fishing before, C.D. Uh-huh.

Yeah, you know where Baltimore is,

the Chesapeake Bay?

Jimmy, that's salt water.

We're talking about bass fishing.

I love both kinds.

Thank you.

I'd give anything in the world

if I'd get back down in that Black Bayou country.

(ringing)

Jimmy, let me tell you something. C.D.'s.

Yes, Murphy.

Mm-hm.

Uh-huh.

Walker,

do you know a doctor named Ewart Mosely?

Yeah, he's a doc down in the bayou country.

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

Okay, Murphy, thank you. I'll give him the message.

Your doctor called Ranger headquarters

to follow up on that bump on your head.

When he found out you were back on duty he hit the ceiling.

So he called the department surgeon

and he hit the ceiling,

so he called the chief, and he hit the ceiling.

Now you're off duty until you get a check-up.

You do look exhausted, Walker.

(angrily): Alex, I feel fine. Now, get off my back.

Excuse me.

I don't have time for this.

You got nothing but time.

You're on medical leave

until you get a clean bill of health.

(whistles)

Testy.

Well, it's just the burnout factor.

Don't worry about it.

He'll be okay.

He's not the same, that's for sure.

You know who lives the longest?

Hypochondriacs,

because they're always running to their doctor.

You know who checks out early?

Superman checks out early.

The guys that grit their teeth

and bear the pain check out early.

That's a serious injury you had.

I feel fine.

Well, as a matter of fact, you are fine.

At least there's no damage that I can see.

When did you first start having these flashbacks?

When I first got back from Nam,

but I haven't had them in years.

Well, something else has been years,

and that's your last vacation.

According to these records, it's been three, four years.

What difference does it make?

I wish everyone would get off my case,

saying I'm stressed-out, burned-out...

Hey, hey, do you hear yourself?

Go fishing, play golf,

do whatever it is you do.

You've got some time stacked up. Take some of it.

And that's not just a suggestion.

I'll get around to it.

Okay, then.

I'm gonna call your commander

and I'm going to order medical leave

that will force you to rest.

(phone clicks)

Do I call him?

I guess I'm going fishing.

( goofy theme playing)

Okay.

You guys are taking Jimmy Trivette to Caddo Lake?

Doesn't he know the room service there is for alligators

and water moccasins?

He says he's done some camping

and he's got all the gear.

I'll bet you if he's got a fishing pole

it's run by a damn computer chip.

I'm the one you should be taking.

I actually know how to fish.

Yeah, but you may catch all the fish,

and then I'd have to be rude again.

Apology accepted.

You think you're gonna be able to find Black Bayou

without Sheriff LeBrun?

You're doggone right.

I know those waters like the back of my hand.

Well, LeBrun said he may join us if he can find the time.

Ahem, yeah, we might leave a few fish for him,

small ones, you know, for seed.

And I'm taking this little sucker along

to record the proceedings.

ALEX: If Trivette catches a fish,

I want a picture. (door opens)

Hey, everybody.

What's the camera for?

Posterity.

(laughing)

What?

( goofy theme playing)

( upbeat theme playing)

( band playing Cajun tune)

(men whooping, laughing)

Cool.

Cool.

(sighs)

What in the world is that I smell? Good night.

Well, I know where we're having lunch today, fellas.

Well, first let's get our fishing licenses.

Hey. Howdy, ma'am.

Howdy. How can I do you boys?

We need some fishing licenses.

Oh, you come to the right place.

Just show me some I.D. and give me $2 a piece.

We had to raise the rates this year.

Oh, heh.

Guess I don't have to tell you Ranger fellas

about the poaching laws.

You know, I bought this doggone thing

and I... I just don't know much about cameras.

Hey, Bull,

you go on over to the lumberyard.

You tell old Mr. Jones he's got two days to deliver.

Me and Smalls will meet you at the bar.

Hey, Jim... Jimmy, why don't you just get over there

by that, uh, bait trap there?

Pick up one of the worms.

Why do you want me to pick it up?

I wanna try this camera out.

That is the best bait in the parish.

Where you boys headed?

Oh, it's a secret.

Ah. Yeah, well, you'd better hope the fish know.

Hey, Jimmy, hold that worm up.

What the hell is this?

Oh, I'm... I'm sorry, mister.

I just didn't know how to operate this camera.

You know, uh,

you probably gotta press the button

or something, old man.

Hey, Kyle, you know how many Texans it takes

to change a flash bulb?

How many? Two.

One to change the bulb and one to steal the camera.

(both cackling)

Smalls, you don't want me calling your daddy

about breakage again.

I don't know, Billie Lou.

I'd say these boys look a little store-bought

to be troublemakers, don't you think?

They ain't store-bought, Kyle.

They honest-to-God Texas Rangers.

Come on, Smalls.

Good luck.

Thanks.

(band playing Cajun tune)

Here. Well, listen, this is awful good,

but you gotta have a little of this.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Take a bite of that, Cordell.

Here you go.

They said they was going fishing,

but one of them had a camera.

A camera?

I don't like it.

Texas Rangers sniffing around the lake at collection time.

(band playing Cajun tune)

(Trivette, C.D. & Walker laughing)

Hey, young lady, let's you and me dance.

I'll teach you all about dancing that you'll ever need to know.

Hey, old man, dance is over.

Hey, we... We were just... Just having some fun.

No harm intended. Oh, yeah, well,

there's gonna be plenty of harm when she gets home.

Hey, you don't have to do that.

KYLE: You see, around these parts,

I do whatever the hell I want.

Leave him alone, Kyle.

Kyle, hey.

We don't want any trouble, huh?

Is that your girl? C.D.?

Hey, what are you,

some kind of stockbroker, Mr. Fancy, huh?

Out here for some country fun, huh?

Whoa, I'm out of here.

WOMAN: Whoa. Whoo.

Who bleeds first, Kyle?

If you try anything, you will.

MAN: Come on, come on, now. Let's just... Let's just...

Ahem, yeah, try him.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(grunting)

Yes.

(men grunting)

You're mine, old man.

(grunts)

(grunting)

(chuckles)

(grunting)

Ah!

Sounds like my boys are into some mischief again.

They in there fighting with lawmen, Ferris.

Texas Rangers.

Maybe it'll teach them to stay in Texas.

You feel okay? Uh-huh.

All right.

(grunting)

(screaming)

(Kyle groaning)

(panting)

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

They started it, Pa.

A... And... And that old man, he was grabbing at Marie.

Is that right, Marie?

That's right. Pigs fly.

No, and you can fly.

We was just dancing, Ferris.

Well, I'm sure that there was just

some misunderstanding.

I understand you fellas are lawmen

from Texas.

That's right.

You boys are out of your jurisdiction.

We're just down here doing a little fishing.

Fishing?

Is that right?

What would you be fishing for?

Bass. Is that some concern of yours, sir?

Bass?

You're gonna be fishing for bass

in the Black Bayou?

That could be dangerous, you know.

A lot of stuff in that swamp could hurt a man.

I recommend that you go back

on the Texas side

and do your fishing over there.

I think we'll fish where we came to fish.

Well, then, good luck to you.

You follow them lawmen.

Make sure that bass is the only thing they're fishing for.

Yes, sir, Pa.

( mystical theme playing)

Men, this is no lake. It's a jungle.

There ain't nothing like the bayou.

Right, Cordell?

It's a world of its own, all right.

Just listen.

Listen to that.

What do you hear?

I don't hear anything.

Ain't it great? (laughing)

Huh?

I'm telling you, this is the best.

( mysterious theme playing)

(water splashes)

(reel clicking)

Pull.

Pull.

(whoops) First blood, Jimmy, yeah.

Easy with it. City boy, my foot.

Come on, baby.

He's fighting me. Easy, now.

Oh, he's a big one, baby. You got him. Yeah!

Yeah, don't horse him now. Just easy with him.

Oh, he's a big one, C.D. I can feel him.

Easy, easy. Go on, fight me, fight me.

Hey, easy. Easy does it.

There's no telling what you got there. Stay with him, Jimmy.

What is it? Stay with him.

Look, look, man. Easy, easy.

What is it? What is that?

Well, it looks like a deadly ring-necked

water snake. Oh, man.

Well, hey, at least I was first, huh?

Hey, Cordell, look at this.

You think it's alive?

Looks dead to me.

(barks) Oh!

(C.D. laughing)

(laughing)

(laughing)

Hey, let me get a picture of this, will you?

Jimmy, say cheese.

All right. Cheese, baby.

That's great. Just great.

( mystical theme playing)

(reel clicks)

( pensive theme playing)

You know, Jimmy, life's funny, ain't it?

Some men can paint a picture,

some of them can sing a beautiful song.

But, man, when it comes to fishing,

well, you're looking at him right here.

Something keeps taking my bait.

Yeah, I'll tell you what's wrong, Jimmy.

You've got asphalt-itis.

You got city-fied-itis,

but take heart, Jimmy.

You are with the very best there is, right here. Yes, sir.

Yee-hoo!

Jimmy, when you cast, it makes no difference

if it's crank or spinner bait.

Always make that sucker jitterbug.

Make him dance.

Because the bass, well, the doggone bass

will strike anything smaller

than they are that wiggles.

Do you believe that?

You know, I was thinking, this must have been

what it was like when the first explorers got out here.

No freeways, no mini-malls,

no parking lots,

no big developments.

Some places are just too damn mean to develop.

Yeah.

Boy, it's sure pretty here, isn't it?

It's unreal.

That's what life's about.

(fire crackling)

( dramatic theme playing)

What the hell was that?

Cordell, talk to me.

( helicopter whirring)

( martial rock theme playing)

(explosions)

C.D.: Cordell.

Cordell, talk to me.

Why do you guys always say that?

(groans) Come on.

What the hell was that?

Someone threw a stick of dynamite.

Dynamite? Yeah,

and whoever threw it is right over there.

Look, I'll take the high road, Trivette.

All right, I'll circle.

You ready? Yeah.

Now.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Hell, all I wanted to do was just fish.

( fast, suspenseful theme playing)

Hey, kid, stop.

Hey, kid.

Hold up.

( traditional Asian theme playing)

(explosions, gunshots)

(grunts)

(yelling)

(helicopter passes)

(helicopter passes)

( slow martial theme playing)

Hey, kid.

Mom! Mom!

I didn't do nothing. I didn't do nothing.

I'm not gonna hurt you, kid. Please, I didn't do nothing.

Let go. I didn't do nothing. You almost killed him, kid.

What are you doing?

Let go of him or I'll shoot.

(panting)

What are you doing here?

I live here.

Now let go of my little boy.

Mom.

Your boy always play like that?

He wasn't playing.

Then what the hell was he doing?

Fishing.

Fishing with dynamite? Yeah.

Lots of people do it like that out here, Mr. Ranger.

It stuns the fish and that's the way we catch them.

Then why did you run?

You were chasing me.

That's enough.

You two get along.

CHARLIE: Hey, mister?

I'm sorry.

That's okay, kid.

Are you really a Texas Ranger?

Yeah, we both are.

Oh, you really thumped them Claytons.

Shut up, Charlie.

You two get.

I said get, mister.

( tense theme playing)

You smell something?

I'm happy just to be breathing.

Why?

(door closes)

I don't know. It's just my imagination, I guess.

( mystical theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

Did you hear what they said,

or see what they were up to?

No.

I just caught them coming back from Marie's,

but they were definitely there.

Well, there's your answer

as to what they're doing down here.

(sighs): Maybe...

Maybe they just got there by accident.

(laughs)

Texas Rangers?

We can move the stuff.

If we get down there right now, we can move it.

We're gonna do a lot more than that.

A lot more.

As soon as it gets dark.

(frogs croaking)

Okay, Jimmy, what's eating you? Besides the mosquitoes.

Crank.

Crank?

You mean, like in live bait, worms, maggots?

No, crank. As in speed, ice, methamphetamine.

See, I thought I smelled that smell before.

Now I know where it was.

One time, Walker and I,

we busted this meth lab over in Overton.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about over at Marie's place.

I thought I recognized this strange odor this morning.

That's swamp gas.

Smells like a sack-full of skunks at a chili cook-off.

No, it was a chemical smell. I'm sure of it.

She was in hurry to get rid of us too.

Yeah, out here to nowhere

everybody would think it was swamp gas.

And, you know, Sheriff LeBrun was talking about rumors

of a meth supplier somewhere out here?

Oh, I don't think this little Marie gal's a supplier.

Now, she may be working for somebody.

Son, these back-country people,

they got a strange way of doing things.

There ain't no mink left, there ain't no fox.

They might cook up just a little meth,

about the same way you would moonshine.

We'll check it out in the morning, okay?

No, I'm gonna talk to Walker about it now.

( ominous theme playing)

(explosions, gunshots)

(yelling)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(neck cracking)

(shouts): Cordell.

Oh, my God.

Trivette, are you okay?

I'm sorry, Trivette.

I don't know.

Since that explosion this morning

and this jungle.

What was it you wanted?

It's all right. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Okay. I'm sorry.

I thought I was almost dead there for a second, man.

Jimmy, um, Cordell wasn't a regular soldier in Vietnam.

He was kind of a one-man recon team.

They used to send him out

for weeks at a time in the jungle.

(sighs sharply): It really developed that dark side of him.

How come he never talks about it?

He came back to Texas,

but the demons are still chasing him.

Uncle Ray reintroduced him to Indian life.

And, well, in a few years he was okay,

back in balance.

You think that explosion this morning or being out here...

Jimmy, I just don't know.

I really don't.

( mysterious theme playing)

Let's turn in.

(sighs)

Burn it down.

MARIE: No.

Don't. Stop it.

Stop it.

Why are you doing this to me?

The Rangers are on to this place.

No, it was an accident.

They were just chasing Charlie, that's all.

It don't matter why.

They had to have smelled the lab.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Burn it all.

It's all evidence.

You can't burn my cabin.

You can't do it, Kyle.

Don't let him do it. I done nothing wrong.

Maybe the shed would be good enough.

Just do it.

No, Mom.

Mom.

Pigs. Animals.

Mom, are you okay?

Now, you listen to me.

You knew it wasn't candy

and soda pop that Kyle was making in that shed.

You took your chances, too.

So here we are.

Bring them both with us.

No, Pa.

There ain't no need for that.

There's need when I say there's need.

Lonnie,

go find Bull.

Tell him to keep an eye on them Rangers.

If they want to end it here, fine. If not...

You can't beat the Rangers.

No, they'll get all of you. All of you.

(laughs)

Not in my backyard, boy.

(explosions in distance)

Well, if you think about it, it makes sense.

If those damn Claytons are the suppliers,

they got poor folks like Marie

looking after the still.

Smell that?

I smell burnt wood, not chemicals.

I don't see anybody.

Lots of glass.

To cook the chemicals?

Red Fred and Mr. Hyde.

Red phosphorus, hydrochloric acid, I told you.

A drug lab, all right. Yeah,

they did some fast packing, hell of a lot of burning.

Look, there was a struggle.

They dragged the boy and his mother off.

Clayton's getting rid of the rest of the evidence.

Looks that way.

Well, it's a couple hours into town.

Sheriff ought to be back by now.

I'm gonna follow them. Bring the sheriff back here.

I'll leave a trail.

Hey, maybe I should go with you.

Less chance of them finding just one guy.

You gonna be all right?

Yeah.

Well, let's go.

KYLE: Watch the log. SMALLS: I see it.

(engine revs)

(engine revs)

Come on, big dog, get that thing started.

This thing's harder to start than a middle-aged woman.

(engine revs)

I wish we had a helicopter or something.

(engine revs)

(engine revs)

TRIVETTE: Wait a minute. Hold.

Buddy, that looks like trouble, there.

C.D.: Here comes the missing link.

What the hell is this about?

I don't know. Get... Get it started.

What's that crazy son of a gun gonna do?

Get down. Oh, my Lord.

Come on, C.D., get us out of here.

I can't get the damned thing started.

Oh, for crying out loud, come on.

Come on.

What the hell is he... Get down. Look out.

But the darn thing won't start on me.

What the hell are you doing?

Be careful. Don't burn the boat down.

Get it out of here.

Get it started. C.D.

(both scream)

Are they back here? Is that them?

No.

Well, I'm gonna look around.

C.D., I'm coming to you.

(C.D. gasping)

Jimmy?

TRIVETTE: C.D.

Jimmy?

Okay, okay. Shh.

Shh. Shh.

All right, all right.

Shh.

( tense theme playing)

Where the hell are they?

Even dead they'd float.

LONNIE: They're here somewhere.

They got to be here somewhere, but I don't see them.

We gotta find them.

Come on, man.

Okay, you're gonna have to crawl. Come on.

There. You see anything? No?

They had to make it to shore.

Against this tree. Come on.

Against this tree.

I'll be 100 percent. Just give me a minute.

I'll be 90, or 65, or...

You see anything? No.

Jimmy, you're gonna have to leave me here.

Damn it, you catch your breath.

These fellows are dumb,

but they're hunters.

They're country people.

They'll circle back.

That's why we're not gonna be here when they get back.

You really got to leave me here.

Come on, damn it.

Catch your breath. Come on, let's go.

( tense theme playing)

(bird squawking)

I don't see no tracks.

They gotta be here somewhere. Let's circle around.

There's no point to this.

I'm slowing you down.

Those guys are right behind us.

Listen, that's what I'm counting on.

All right, if they're behind us,

we can make it to their boat.

You can make it to the boat.

Jimmy, those are the best odds we've got.

Look at me. Look at me.

We've been friends too long.

Stay straight.

You do what you got to do.

Now get.

They gotta be here somewhere.

All right.

( slow dramatic theme playing)

Gotcha.

What took you so long?

Where's the other one, old timer?

Where did he go?

He's halfway to the sheriff's office.

And maybe he's dead.

Maybe you're the king of Louisiana.

Life's funny.

You can sleep off a drunk,

but you can't sleep off ugly.

(Trivette yelling)

(grunting) (grunting)

( suspenseful theme playing)

Charlie, what you looking at? Nothing.

Nothing? In a pig's eye.

You seen something out there.

You leave him alone.

Shut up. You hear me?

(explosions, gunshots)

(grunts)

( suspenseful theme playing)

All right, everybody out of the boat. Let's go.

Let's go.

Go on, kid, move it.

Hey, Kyle, the boy seen something out there.

It ain't nothing.

Come on, let's go.

(grunts)

(groaning): Kyle, help.

My shoulder's broken.

We can't let him follow us. Smalls?

I got him.

We'll meet you at the quarry.

I won't be long. He's unarmed.

Best be sure of that.

CHARLIE: Mr. Ranger!

Go, get out of here, he's coming for you!

Mr. Ranger! Shut up!

Mr. Ranger, he's coming for you, go!

Jake, take him away.

Watch out, Mr. Ranger!

Watch out!

Shut up!

Mama, Mama, are you okay?

KYLE: Come on, let's go. Come on.

Come on.

Kyle, Kyle.

I know what your dad has in mind for me and Charlie.

I'll be your woman, Kyle.

I know you've got a feeling for me.

If you save my son,

I'll have a feeling for you.

I'd be your woman.

Kyle?

Shut up!

I don't wanna hear none of this. Come on.

Get in the boat.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Come on, Jake, move it out.

(sighs)

Where in the heck did he go?

Did he go into the quicksand?

I'm not that dumb.

(grunting)

I'm gonna ask you this only once.

Where did they take the boy and his mother?

You get me out of here.

Give me your hand.

(whispers): Here. Help me.

Hey.

Hey, you come back here, man!

What are you doing, man?

Stop fooling around, man.

Where are you?

Please, man.

Ranger?

Ranger, where are you, man? This ain't funny.

Ranger?

You're a lawman. You can't do this.

All right, Ran...!

I'll tell you what, man. You get me out of here,

I'll tell you whatever you wanna know, man.

Whatever you wanna know.

Ranger?

Ranger? This ain't funny, man.

Hey, what are you doing, man?

Ranger?

(tearfully): I said all right.

They're going to the place, man.

The place.

The quarry.

That's where the lab is, man. The meth lab, man.

That's where we collect it all, please.

They're taking them to the quarry, man,

to get rid of them.

Please, man. Please, where are you, man? Please.

You're gonna tell me where and take me there, right?

Yes, yes, yeah.

Come over here, please. Hurry up, man.

All right, grab this.

Hang on.

Come on.

Help me, man, please.

(grunts)

(grunting)

(stops grunting)

You know what to do.

Ferris?

Ferris Clayton,

I'm talking to you.

Is that right?

You're missing a good bet.

Instead of hurting us,

I could stay with you.

I'd stay with you and wouldn't run away.

I'd do whatever you want me to.

Hey!

Mama, no.

(sighs)

Hush, Charlie.

This is grownup talk.

You, Kyle, you've had your chance.

You ain't man enough to be heard.

Don't say much for you, Kyle.

(chuckles)

I've seen the way you look at me

at the restaurant,

how you pat me down when you pay the bill.

I know what's in your mind.

You'd be surprised what's on my mind.

Strong man.

I admire that.

If you could admire me, I'd be nice to you.

Hey, what the hell is this?

She should be my woman!

Shut up, Kyle.

Nothing's changed.

We got to do what we got to do.

But you're right.

I am a strong man.

I might just pay you a little visit

before you leave.

Would you like to know what I'm gonna do to you?

(screaming)

Take her away.

Where's Bull and Lonnie?

They'll be along.

They're seeing to those two rangers,

and Smalls is seeing to the one following us.

What?

( tense theme playing)

C.D., you all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm all right.

Well, if you can't keep up, old man,

maybe we won't wait.

We'll just find a gator to throw you to.

You're not gonna do anything without your daddy.

You don't have the brains

to pick your toes without your daddy, man.

No, no, Jimmy, I saw him picking his toes in the café.

It's his nose.

He just doesn't have gray matter

to pick his nose. No, no, big dog.

I disagree.

Those lower animals, they can pick their nose

with their toes, right?

Yeah, so?

Shut up!

What are you talking about?

Well, let's just find out right here.

(grunts)

(grunts)

(both grunting)

I'll show you old, you reject from Deliverance.

(grunts)

(neck cracking)

(groaning)

(exhales sharply)

Let's tie these guys up

and get out of here.

But you're not sure you got them.

All you know is that a Ranger was trailing you

and you came here anyway.

Smalls is a tough man.

He'll take care of it.

Bull and Lonnie, they'll get the other two.

You better pray, boy.

It's time we closed down this operation anyway.

Elmo?

Pa, I wanna talk to you about Marie.

What about her?

She's evidence.

Elmo, you and the boys back that truck up there

and get it loaded.

Let's get out of here.

And go get the boy and the girl.

Yes, sir.

I got feelings for that woman, Pa.

She's just a swamp woman.

I got feelings for her.

You got any feelings about going to prison?

Don't you worry yourself.

Elmo and the boys will take care of it.

You don't have to worry about it.

Pa, don't do it.

You going against me, son?

That girl was right.

You gotta be a bigger man than you are to do that.

Until then, just do what you're told.

( tense rock theme playing)

(whispering): Okay, I got it.

(whispering): Here, come on.

(normal voice): When I say run,

you run like the dickens. You hear me?

(normal voice): No, we don't gotta worry.

That Ranger's coming after us.

Charlie, God helps those who help themselves, all right?

(whispers indistinctly)

(gasps, then screams)

(grunting)

(screaming)

Hurts, doesn't it?

Hey. Take this.

Thanks. My pleasure. (gun cocks)

I'm going right after that snake of Ferris Clayton.

You stay here.

Charlie, you stay here.

(whistles): Hey.

(grunts)

(gun cocks) Hi.

Come on down here.

(foreign accent): Take me to your leader.

(normal voice): That way, right?

Let's go, guys. Let's get these boxes.

Come on, man. We gotta load up these bottles now.

Jake, shut the doors.

MAN: Okay.

(grunts)

(grunting)

(latch clicks)

What the hell?

KYLE: Hey.

(grunting)

(giggles)

Well... Hm.

I'm impressed.

I've been selling you short.

You burned my cabin,

you gave the order to kill Charlie and me.

If you were me, what would you do with you?

I'd hurt you bad.

I'd do all kinds of terrible things to you.

But you won't do that.

Because you're not like me.

So why don't you just give me that gun?

(grunting)

(grunting)

Ferris. Ranger, watch out.

Charlie, get down. MARIE: No!

(gunshot) MARIE: No.

(grunting)

No! (grunting)

(gunshots)

(explosions)

MARIE (shouting): Charlie? Charlie?

Where you hit?

(chuckles) I... I tripped.

Charlie.

(gun cocks)

Is everybody all right?

Yeah, we're fine.

And that's for messing up our fishing trip.

I'm gonna get the truck, go get the rest of those guys.

I'm tired.

Ooh.

C.D.: Get your hands on your head.

You too. Get them up there.

You'll see the sheriff, boys.

To the sheriff.

We're gonna pick the rest of your brood up at the swamp.

Have a little family reunion.

( ominous theme playing)

C.D.: There goes your poison.

No kid's gonna use that.

You haven't seen the last of me.

Hey, Mr. Ranger.

You can come back to see us.

You bet. My mom is the best cook.

I bet she is.

He could come sometime, couldn't he, Mama?

Anytime, son, anytime.

She's the prettiest girl on the bayou.

Hush, Charlie.

I can see that, Charlie.

(chuckles)

Uh, you never even said your name.

It's Walker.

( upbeat theme playing)

Walker,

will you come back sometime to see us?

I might surprise you sometime, Charlie.

Goodbye, Walker.

Goodbye, Charlie.

Marie.

I found this in the lab.

I don't know who it belongs to,

so it must be yours.

(engine starts)

(both gasp)

Ma. Walker!

Thank you!

Thank you, Walker.

(giggles)

(kisses)

(both laughing)

Never had the jail full up before.

Kind of heartwarming,

taxpayers getting their money's worth.

Well, we hope to see you again, sheriff,

under better circumstances. Yeah.

Maybe do some real fishing this time.

Well, I'd say that you caught the biggest fish on the bayou.

Here he is.

That arm gets well, Hugo,

I'm gonna give you a fishing lesson.

Well, I think I can teach you

a few things, even casting lefty.

That'll be a cold day in the bayou.

Ah, next you'll be using you got no boat as an excuse.

By golly, I don't have a boat. Look at there.

I got a boat. My deputy can handle the Claytons.

Well, that sounds awful tempting,

but I just got too damn much work to do.

Me too, sheriff. But you know what?

You're under doctor's orders. You're supposed to be resting.

Yeah, why don't you take a few days?

You can be my good right arm

and I'll show you the fishing of your lifetime.

You oughta take advantage of this.

Take a few days.

Catch the ones we didn't catch.

Sounds good to me. HUGO: Now you got it.

(all laughing)

Wait till you see them fish.

( upbeat theme playing)

Yeah, Hugo, well, I really appreciate this.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, then everything's okay.

No problem.

Well, I sure do appreciate this call. Much obliged.

He's coming home.

First couple of days,

he was up a little tight,

then he just mellowed out

and had a great time.

Great. So, what happened to those pictures?

Oh, oh, I've got them right here.

Well, they... They didn't turn out too well none.

They really didn't.

What are all these yellow dots?

That's supposed to be me.

Well, now, uh, the fellow told me they might not come out.

I mean, after all,

the camera had been in the swamp.

I told you, you should've got your money back.

Well, so much for posterity.

Bottom line is,

you guys didn't bring back any fish.

Well, I mean, we were slightly occupied.

That's my excuse. (Alex chuckles)

Hey.

ALEX: Hey, cowboy. Hey.

Hey, what do you say?

You look great.

Thanks. I feel great.

Got a present for you, Cordell.

What's in it?

Well, take a look and see, buddy.

Oh, my gosh.

It's a beaut.

Yeah, we figured you might wanna replace your old sidearm.

It's expensive too.

Well, it was.

(sighs)

Thank you, Trivette.

Thanks, C.D. You bet.

(chuckles)

Oh, this thing is beautiful.

So I don't hear any invitations for a fish dinner.

What happened to you out there this week?

Did you get skunked too?

Well, I'm not gonna tell you guys all a fish story

and say I caught a fish this big.

It was this big.

(all laugh)

Welcome home.

(Resync by Chuck)

( upbeat theme playing)