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WALKER, TEXAS RANGER
Pilot ep 1001 One Riot One Ranger
TEASER
EXT. EMPTY FIELD
THUG #ONE: Come on, come on, move it!
THUG #TWO: You know whats in these bags? Alot of money.
THUG #THREE: Its gonna sweeten things for along, long time.
THUG #ONE: Well the only honey I might want ison two legs.
THUG #THREE: Yeah, well I know a place in Mexicowill take care
of that, and plentyof it.
THUG #TWO: This is the last of it.
THUG #ONE: Then lets go
THUG #TWO: What do you wanna do with them?Leave em?
THUG #ONE: In this heat in the middle ofnowhere, sure, why not?
Buzzardsgotta eat, too
INT. MEXICAN BAR
THUG #THREE: Hurry up with that beer, will ya?Did you see the
look on that guysface? I mean it, did you see it?And hes a
frightenedDo you thinkthey found those two guys yet? Ifeel sorry
for the buzzards.
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THUG #ONE: Theyre a couple of old (speaksSpanish) man. Theyre in
the fieldwhere we got em. They might havecalled the cops
THUG #THREE: Yeah
WALKER: Beer. You boys are under arrest
THUG #ONE: Stuff it, buddy. You got nojurisdiction south of the
border.You cant do squat.
WALKER: Watch me.
THUG #ONE: I dont think youre getting themeaning of this, buddy.
And rightnow, I see four of us and one ofyou.
WALKER: Thats about right
THUG #TWO: Im gonna cut your face.
WALKER: Stop talking and do it
THUG #ONE: This is Mexico, Ranger! You got noright!
WALKER: Ive got no right?
THUG #ONE: No
WALKER: I think thats a pretty good right
EXT. BORDER
BOARDER GUARD: Walker Got anything to declare?
WALKER: Just some dirty laundry in theback.
BORDER GUARD: Bigger load than usual. Youregonna need some
mighty strongdetergent.
WALKER: I reckon
EXT. STREET
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ALEX: Walker, you said this was a cleanlegal bust this time.
WALKER: I did. It was.
ALEX: You exceeded your authority. Youwent into Mexico
withoutauthorization or consultation.
WALKER: Not true.
ALEX: Now Im gonna have to kick themloose.
WALKER: It was a clean bust, Alex. I hadauthorization.
ALEX: From whom?
WALKER: The Governor of Senora. Rememberhim?
ALEX: I just hope he remembers you.
INT. ALEXS OFFICE
ALEX: Governor, hello.
GOVERNOR: (Oh, good to hear your voice.)
ALEX: Yes, its good to hear your voiceas well. I hate to bother
you, butI need to ask you a question. Didone of our rangers have
permissionto come across the border? Yes,sir, thats correct.
CordellWalker
GOVERNER: (I knew it. Put that old cowboy onthe phone.)
ALEX: I think he wants to talk to you.
WALKER: Hello, Governor.
GOVERNOR: (Walker; my word, youve done itagain, havent you?)
WALKER: Yes, sir.
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GOVERNOR: (Well, Ill tell you if youwerent so totally and
absolutelyincorrigible, I wouldnt like you.)
WALKER: I really appreciate hearing you saythat, Governor.
GOVERNOR: (Yes. Well, Walker, put the D.A.back on.)
WALKER: I think he wants to talk to you.
ALEX: Yes?
GOVERNOR: (Give Walker all the)
ALEX: Right. Sure, sure, whatever yousay, Governor. Yes, sir
INT. C.D.S BAR AND GRILL
WALKER: What are you doing, C.D.?
C.D.: Im doin what you call yourconcentrating. Its take a lot
ofconcentrating to be a writer. Alot of concentrating.
WALKER: Yeah. Especially if youre writingabout all the trouble
you got usinto back when you were a ranger.Which was, as I recall,
one-thirdfact and two-thirds fiction.
C.D.: Yeah, like that little trip youtook down to Mexico
yesterday.Sounds like something I would havedone. Still would, if
theyd letme do it. But, you know, onelittle bullet wound in your
leg,and them doctors go all to pieces.
WALKER: It was your knee that went all topieces.
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C.D.: I tell you, this medicalretirement, look what its doing
tome. I must have gained five,fifteen pounds.
WALKER: More like a hundred.
C.D.: What?
WALKER: I said, I wonder what it is yourewriting about.
C.D.: Oh its just an advice column forthe Gazette. I dont make
no moneydoing it, but its gonna be realgood for my business. Wont
be toolong before people are gonna beflocking in here just to see
oldTrail Buddy.
WALKER: Who?
C.D.: Trail Buddy. Thats me. Thats mypen name. See it right
here.Dear Trail Buddy. Its an advicecolumn to the lovelorn, the
lost,the bewildered, the lonely. Youknow, Cordell, I have got
moreadvice in me. I bet you I couldstraighten out every man,
woman,dog, child, chicken, anything withhair on it in Dallas and
Fort Worthand three area codes combined.
WALKER: I dont doubt it.
MOBLEY: Hey, Walker. C.D.
C.D.: Hey.
MOBLEY: What d you think of this?
C.D.: See? What did I tell you?Everybody wants advice. Lets
seeit. Oh, thats pretty. Yeah, isthis for that little gal of
yours,Amy Lou?
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MOBLEY: Yeah. You think shell like it?Never been real good
picking outthis sort of stuff.
C.D.: Well, shell like it for what itis, and shell like it for
what itaint.
MOBLEY: Whats that?
C.D.: Well, it aint a wedding ring. Andthats what she wants.
Itswritten all over her face, plain asday.
WALKER: Did you get this at HarrietWilsons Trading Post?
MOBLEY: Yeah. Its supposed to be realtwenty four karat Black
Hills gold.Why?
WALKER: I hate to tell you this, Mobley,but its gold plated.
C.D.: I bet you paid a hundred more bucksthan thats worth. Hey,
where yougoin? They aint got a returnpolicy, you know.
MOBLEY: They do now.
C.D.: You know, fifteen years as a cop,five years as a Ranger,
and I dontbelieve Ive ever run into anybodyas innocent as he is. I
mean, hereally, really believes in people,Cordell. And that is a
gift fromGod. Its also dangerous for aRanger.
WOMAN TOURIST: Excuse me. Do you serve touristsin here?
C.D.: Oh, we used to, but we couldntchop them up small enough to
stayon a plate.
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WALKER: Hes only kidding. Hes onlykidding. Come on in, sit
down.
C.D.: Youre spoiling all my fun
EXT. RANCH
WALKER: What are you doing, Uncle Ray?
RAY: Extending a wall. What does itlook like?
WALKER: Youve been extending for tenyears. This place is already
toobig.
RAY: You never know. You might getmarried some day.
WALKER: Dont start that again.
RAY: It wouldnt hurt to have a fewgrandchildren running around
thisplace. Might lighten things up abit.
WALKER: Uncle Ray, what am I gonna do withyou?
RAY: I asked the same question of ourtribal chief when you were
given tome to raise, after your fatherdied.
WALKER: What did he say?
RAY: Deal with it. (Speaks Indian) Youforgot to say good morning
to thesun.
WALKER: What sun, Uncle Ray? Its freezingout here.
RAY: Do it anyway.
WALKER: Morning
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INT. BANK
ROBBER #ONE: Nobody move!
ROBBER #TWO: Hands in the air! Now!
ROBBER #ONE: All right, you heard himget emup!
WOMAN IN BANK: Its all right, Ive got you. Itsall right
INT. MOBLEYS TRUCK
DISPATCHER: All units, robbery in progress atFirst Small Town
National Bank.All units, robbery in progress atFirst Small Town
National Bank.
INT. BANK
ROBBER #ONE: Get back there and see whatshappening.
ROBBER #TWO: Hang it up. We only got forty-nineseconds.
ROBBER #THREE: You gotta be kidding. We cantleave all this.
ROBBER #TWO: You know something, youre right.
ROBBER #ONE: Lets go! Were late!
EXT. BANK
MOBLEY: Hold it! Stop or Ill shoot!
INT. BANK
ROBBER #TWO: Come on, we gotta go! Move!
EXT. BANK
MOBLEY: Freeze! Youre under arrest. Facedown on the sidewalk,
now! Sir,stop there. Hold it. Sir, Im aTexas Ranger. Come this
way,toward my voice. Over here
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ROBBER #TWO: Lets go! Out of here! Move!Move!
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ACT ONE
INT. RANGER OFFICE
CAPTAIN: Witness says he was trying to helpsomeone he thought
was blind.Didnt know he was one of therobbers. The guy shot him
pointblank. Never even had a chance todefend himself. Weve got
theentire Dallas-Fort Worth area onalert, checking every street
forthe getaway car. So far, nothing.
INT. POLICE BUILDING
ALEX: Walker Im sorry. I dont mean tobe insensitive at a time
like this,but I need to talk to you aboutsomething very urgent.
WALKER: Alex, Ive got a lot on my mindright now.
ALEX: Will you just hear me out? Imsure you know weve had a
circus intown all week.
WALKER: Yes, I know.
ALEX: Well, a young performer, a trapezeartist, was raped and
beaten bythree local men. They werearrested, but theyre already
outon bail. Since then, they havethreatened the girl, and the
onlywitnesses who saw it happen, twoother people from the circus.
Allthree of them are absolutelyterrified.
WALKER: Why are you telling me this?
ALEX: Because theyre planning to leavetown tomorrow when the
circus goes.
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Thats what theyve been told to doby those three animals.
Whichmeans, I have no case, and thoserapists go scott free.
WALKER: You still havent answered myquestion. Why are you
telling methis?
ALEX: Well, I thought if the circuspeople had a place to stay,
wherethey would feel safe
WALKER: If youre going to say what I thinkyoure going to say,
forget it.
ALEX: Walker, I need your help. Sheneeds your help. Her name is
LisaEdwards. Shes only sixteen yearsold. This is what she looked
likeafter those men got through withher. This poor little girl
isdestroyed. If we dont help her,this case is gonna slip through
theseams of the criminal justicesystem, and that would be
atragedy.
WALKER: Okay, um take em to my ranch;Ill call Uncle Ray and hell
takecare of them until I get there.
ALEX: Walker, there is a special place inheaven for people like
you.
WALKER: Yeah, and I cant wait to getthere.
EXT. OPEN FIELD
ORSON: You were told to be in and out inthree minutes. A hundred
andeighty seconds, no matter what!And instead, you fouled up.
ROBBER #FOUR: You know what you sound like,buddy? A damn drill
sergeant. ButIm not in the army anymore. Andnobody chews me out for
doing agood job.
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ROBBER #THREE: Hey, look, just give us our cut.Well be on our
way. Its like younever met us.
ORSON: Doesnt work that way. I warnedyou both from the outset
that youwere on a split-second timeschedule. But you got greedy.
Andbesides that blunder, we now have adead Ranger on our hands.
Whichwill make things difficult.
ROBBER #THREE: Oh, man, this is getting too spookyfor me. Trial
runs, time limits.And for what? Whats this big timecaper youre
gonna pull? So far,all Ive seen is nickel and dimestuff.
ORSON: Oh, its big time. Be sure ofthat. And its going down in
fivedaysbut you two dont quality Getrid of them. Dont waste any
timeWhy is it so hard to find good helpthese days?
INT. CAR
RAPIST #ONE: Here they come
RAPIST #TWO: I almost forgot how pretty she was.
RAPIST #ONE: And hes not so bad looking either.
RAPIST #THREE: Whats the matter with you, guys?
RAPIST #TWO: Just chalk it up to hormones
INT. RANCH
MESHA: Well, theres really nothing to it.Just practice,
practice, practiceand practice. You know, to tellyou the truth,
when I was a littleboy, I wanted to be a trapezeartist, a sword
swallower. Neverhad the courage.
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RAY: Well, it doesnt always takecourage. And you learn real
fast.North Africa, nineteen-forty-three.I swallowed a German
bayonet righthere.
MESHA: Swallowed?
RAY: Missed my heart by less than half-an-inch.
WALKER: Is Uncle Ray telling war stories?
RAY: We almost started dinner withoutyou.
WALKER: Cordell Walker.
RAY: Me, Mesha Povoda, and this mylovely wife, Elena. Besides
beinga perfect cook, she tells perfectfortunes.
WALKER: I dont know what youre cooking,maam, but it sure smells
good.
ELENA: Its a chicken etuf. A recipe Ipicked up while the circus
was inNew Orleans. This is Lisa Edwards,Mister Walker. Shes like
adaughter to us.
WALKER: Hi, Lisa.
RAY: I was getting a lesson in juggling.Figured I might wanna
run off withthe circus. Something Ive beenwanting to do since I was
six yearsold.
WALKER: You better watch him, folks. Youmay find him in the back
of one ofyour trucks.
MESH: I wouldnt mind.
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EXT. RANCH
RAPIST #TWO: We shouldve hit em before thatRanger showed up.
When it was justthat brewski and that old injun.
RAPIST #THREE: How long we gonna sit here waiting?Cant do nothin
with them othertwo in the house anyway.
RAPIST #ONE: Stop your yammering. I knew Ishould have lit out on
my own. Idont know why I even bother withyou.
INT. DINING ROOM
RAY: Well, that was the best meal Ivehad in a long time.
ELENA: Oh, the whole secret is in theroux. And all that is, is
flourand oil mixed together and heatedin equal proportions.
MESHA: She makes it sound so easy. Itisnt.
RAY: I have to do all the cooking outhere. My nephew, he cant
evenboil water.
ELENA: She keeps going off like that.Alone. We try, but she wont
evertalk about it. All we can do issupport her with our love.
MESHA: She hasnt even cried yet.
WALKER: It was an excellent meal, Elena.Thank you.
EXT. PORCH
WALKER: Thats my horse over there makingall the noise. Her name
is Cookie.Shes upset with me because Ihavent ridden her in a while.
Iwant you to know, Lisa, that youresafe here My dad grew up on
a
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reservation not too far from here.He was full-blooded Cherokee.
Heused to ride bulls in the localrodeo to earn extra money. Infact,
thats where he met my mom.He was climbing in a chute one dayto ride
this old bull, and helooked up into the stands and sawthis pretty
white girl smiling athim. They met and fell in love andgot married
soon after. I rememberwhen I was about twelve years old,a carnival
came to this town wherewe were living in at the time. Ihad never
been to a carnivalbefore, and I wanted to go in theworst way. It
was the first time Ihad ever seen a ferris wheel oreaten cotton
candy. I must haverode that ferris wheel at least sixtimes. It was
a terrific evening,watching my mom and dad laugh.There wasnt much
to laugh about inthose days. We were walking backto the car. I
remember we had anold Model T FordAnd the cars wereall parked out
in this dirt field.My dad had one arm
WALKER (Contd): around my mom and was holding myhand with the
other. As weapproached the car, these threeguys walked up to us.
They werebig guys, filthy clothes andsmelled of alcohol. They
startedsaying these crude things to mymom. Like how could she be
with adirty rotten Indian and bring ahalf-breed into this world. My
dadwas a, was a very proud man and heconfronted these guys. And a
fightstarted. They must have figuredthree on one would be no
contest,but they didnt know my dad. Mydad was whopping up on them
prettygood. Then I saw a knife appear inone of the guys hand. And I
sawhim stab my dad right in the back.And he stabbed, and he
stabbed,like my dads back was a sack ofgrain that he was trying to
open.
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My mom screamed and ran in there totry to stop him. He spun
around onmy mom and I saw this shocked lookon her face and, and
then I sawblood all over the front of herdress. She looked down at
herstomach, and slowly fell to theground, next to my dad.
LISA: Did they hurt you, too?
WALKER: They hurt me real bad.
LISA: What happened to your mom and dad?
WALKER: My dad died where he fell. My momdied two days later at
thehospital.
LISA: How could you ever get oversomething like that?
WALKER: You dont get over it completely,Lisa. But time has a way
ofhelping make things better. Andwith the love of friends like
Meshaand Elena, they will get better. Ipromise.
LISA: Why did they do that to me?! Whydid they have to hurt me
likethat?!
WALKER: Lisa, dont let your life bedestroyed by something that
youcould not possibly prevent.
INT. WALKERS TRUCK
WALKER: Okay, C.D., why are you sointerested in me meeting this
newRanger?
C.D.: You know, Cordell, youre gonnalove Mobleys replacement.
Hisnames Trivette. Jimmy Trivette.I just know youre gonna love
him.
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WALKER: I doubt it.
C.D.: No, hes a good man. He really is.He grew up in Baltimore,
on thewrong side of the tracks. But hegot himself a football
scholarshipto Penn State.
WALKER: You sure know a lot about this guy.
C.D.: A wide receiver. Cowboys draftedhim, he comes down here,
and thelast game of this rookie season, hejust tore his shoulder
all to hell.Of course, you know, no, no team inthe league is gonna
touch him afterthat. Figured his life was aboutover. Went through
some really badtimes. But getting on the HighwayPatrol is what
saved
C.D. (Contd): him. Then he worked Narcotics fora while. I mean,
the guys really,really on the cuttin edge. Youknow, you know what
he did once,just for fun? He wrote a proposalto modernize the
entire Departmentof Public Safety.
WALKER: Well, Ill tell you what, C.D. Thenext time Im in a gun
fight, Illread it.
C.D.: Well, Cordell, dont feelthreatened. Nobody expects you
tocome smiling into the twenty-firstcentury.
EXT. INDOOR SWIMMING POOL
C.D.: Hey, Jimmy! Trivette! Hey, Jimmy!Jimmy! Looks can be
deceiving, youknow.
WALKER: Not those looks.
C.D.: How you doin, Jimmy?
JIMMY: All right.
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C.D.: Jimmy Trivette, Cordell Walker.You guys are gonna be
workingtogether.
JIMMY: Yeah. Its good to meet you,Walker. Heard an awful lot
aboutyou. Some of it good, some of itbad. Guess the best thing to
do iskeep an open mind, huh?
WALKER: Hows the water?
JIMMY; Its terrific. Its fantastic.Perfect temperature. Not too
muchchlorine, you know. Time out,okay? I gotta grab me an
eightball.
C.D.: Yeah Just give him a chance,Cordell
JIMMY: A training drink. Getting readyfor a triathlon. Its got
carrotjuice, and got some parsley,cucumber, spinach and apple.
Itsdelicious.
C.D.: Jimmy here is one of themjuicitarians. He practically
liveson that stuff.
JIMMY: Hey, you want a hit?
WALKER: No, thanks. Im trying to cutback.
C.D.: Well, look here, I got that meetingto get to.
JIMMY: Hey, Im not officially checked inyet, but Captain Price
had me takea look at that report on that bankrobbery, so I took the
liberty ofrunning it through some computerreports of similar
robberies.Nonspecific. Just from the sameneighborhood, methodology.
Came upwith exactly three. A jewelers, adry cleaners, and check
cashingstore.
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WALKER: And the robbers all wore wigs.Just like at the bank.
JIMMY: Howd you know?
WALKER: I checked, too. Without computers.
JIMMY: Did you get a chance to take a peekat the inventory of
what wasstolen?
WALKER: Some money, clothes.
JIMMY: Yeah. Thats all they knew whenthey filed the initial
crimereport. See, I doubled back withthe insurance company and ran
itthrough a claims computer. Theystole clothes from the
drycleaners, Yeah. Twelve pair ofmedics uniforms. Interesting,isnt
it?
WALKER: Gonna love him?
INT. MOTEL ROOM
ORSON: Tell me what you know ofexplosives, Mister Cobalt.
C-fourin particular.
COBALT: I know all I need to know.
ORSON: That is not an answer. Bespecific.
COBALT: Well, which part? The buying orthe selling?
ORSON: I can supply the material. Irequire craftsmen.
COBALT: Well, hell, thats the easy part.I made bombs as small as
a musicbox or as big as a suitcase. Anysize, shape, force or
magnitude,Im your man.
ORSON: References.
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COBALT: Well, you know, these guys dontexactly want their names
on aresume, now, do they? Well, did doa little job for the Libyans
awhile back. Big job, actually.Primo bucks. They gave me
half-a-million just to set up this
ORSON: You are a liar, Mister Cobalt.
COBALT: Hey, now wait
ORSON: Two kinds of operatives work forthe Libyans. The silent
and therecently deceased. Now I know youare not the former. Would
you careto be the latter?
COBALT: Okay, okay, all right. Just tryingto make it sound a
little better,thats all. But the fact is, I amqualified. I can do
any kind ofjob you got. I swear
ORSON: Remove him. And on the way outexplain why one should
never lie toa potential employer. Consideryourself lucky youre
leaving thisroom alive, Mister Cobalt Find mesomeone else
Tonight.
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ACT TWO
INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT
CAPTAIN: Hi, Larry.
WALKER: Captain
CAPTAIN: Howd your meeting go with the newguy?
WALKER: Hell do fine. Anything new on therobbery?
CAPTAIN: Managed to I.D. the robber Mobleykilled. Pete Sims, out
of Miami.
WALKER: Any priors?
CAPTAIN: Tons of them. All for bank heists.Used C-four to blow
the safes.
WALKER: Wait a minute, Captain. The teamthat hit the jewelry
store used C-four.
CAPTAIL: Where are you going?
WALKER: To check out a hunch. Come on,Trivet.
JIMMY: Trivette. Hold this till I getback.
INT. SPORTING GOODS STORE
WALKER: Ill do the talking. You just hangloose.
LAMAR: Hey, Walker. Long time no see.Whats it been? June?
July?
WALKER: Yeah, about that.
LAMAR: Listen, I got a new shipment ofsigs in here. You need to
buyyourself one of these. Thats thebest doggone handgun made.
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WALKER: Ive got one, Lamar. What I needis some information.
LAMAR: Well, you know me, Walker. Illhelp you if I can.
WALKER: Where would a guy go to get some C-four?
LAMAR: Well, now I dont know if I canhelp you with that. That
stuffsillegal.
WALKER: Sos upgrading semi-automatics toautomatics, Lamar.
LAMAR: Why are you doing this to me? Thekind of information
youre askingcould get a man hurt permanent.
WALKER: Itll be just between you and me.
LAMAR: Okay. Theres one guy I knowabout. Says he can get
rocketlaunchers, bazookas, C-four,anything you need. Goes by
thename of Cobalt.
WALKER: CobaltThats it?
LAMAR: Hes a shooter. Lives down at thegun range. And listen,
you findthis guy, you be careful. Hes areal trip wire.
EXT. GUN RANGE
WALKER: Texas Ranger, Cobalt. Lay theweapon down.
COBALT: Never thought the D.M.V. would senda Ranger down here
just to collecton a few parking tickets
JIMMY; Thats it. Thats it.
COBALT: Oh, come on!
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WALKER: How come youre pumping so hard,Trivet? I thought you
weresupposed to be in great shape.
JIMMY: Well, you drove and I ran; so nexttime, Ill drive and you
run.
WALKER: I dont think so.
INT. WALKERS TRUCK
WALKER: Question: Why is Cobalt so scaredof you?
JIMMY: Because Im a scary kind of guy Ibusted him once. I hope
yourestill laughing when you questionhim.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
WALKER: Cobalt, stop playing games. Theyfound enough guns in
your place tostart a small revolution.
COBALT: Big deal. Run a trace. I got itall legal. Anyway, so
what if youare right, and some whacko did cometo me asking to buy
C-four. Sowhat? It doesnt prove nothing,does it?
WALKER: That whacko may have killed afriend of mine; so you
better takethis serious. Real serious. Imgonna give you five
minutes.
INT. SQUAD ROOM
WALKER: Why do you have all those glasses?
JIMMY: Spares. I keep breaking them everytime I get into a
fight.
WALKER: Must happen a lot.
JIMMY: Hey, bad temper, man. Sometimes Icant help myself. I turn
into an
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animalSo hows it going withCobalt?
WALKER: Its going.
JIMMY: Yeah.
WALKER: You think you can do better?
JIMMY: What took you so long to ask?
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
WALKER: Times up, Cobalt.
COBALT: No, no, no, no. Get him out ofhere now. Come on, come
on.
JIMMY: Nice to see you again, Cobalt.Arent you gonna
congratulate me?Take a look at the badge.
COBALT: You guys made him a Ranger? Yourenuts! You know what
this guy didto me? And like I should care,right. But just get ready
to spendall the states money on lawsuits.
WALKER: Im out of here.
COBALT: No, no, no, man. Me alone withhim? I dont think so. I
dontthink so. As a matter of fact,whats the Statute of
Limitationson civil suits? Cause I, I thinkI might have to sue this
guy.
JIMMY: Assuming they can find the corpusdelicti.
WALKER: We can make this easy, or we canmake it hard. The choice
is yours,Cobalt. Sit down
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EXT. EMPTY FIELD
BOGGS: Ever see one of these before?Genuine souvenir Texas
horsefly.Gift shops are full of them. Makesthem practically
impossible totrace. Ive doctored it up, put ina little C-four, a
timer.
ORSONS THUG: How much bang has it got?
BOGGS: Well, well know inexactly nineseconds.
ORSONS THUG: Oh!
ORSON: Well done, Mister Boggs. Welcometo the team.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
COBALT: So Im standing here in thismagazine place, just kind of
joycruising.
JIMMY: Doing what?
COBALT: Paging through centerfolds. And Ihappen to pick up this
certainpublication that caters tomercenaries and war freaks. And
myeye happens to see this ad thatpromises rich reward for men
whoare not afraid of danger.
JIMMY: Yeah, and of course, you justcouldnt resist.
COBALT: So I called it. And about fiveminutes later, this guy
calls meback. I tell him myqualifications, and he says to meethim
at the post office on Clemson
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Street. And I figure itsSaturday. Hes not gonna
JIMMY: What are youLook Just stick tothe facts, Cobalt. Just
tell uswhat happened.
COBALT: Well, youre not gonna do anythingcrazy to me again, are
you? Let metell you something, torture isillegal. Hmm? Did you know
that?Hmm? Okay, there two big guys,they blindfold me, and they put
mein back of a gray van. I saw thatbefore they put the blindfold
on,you know.
WALKER: Did you notice the license number?
COBALT: Yeah. I notice everything. B-O-A-O-two-four. Of course,
you betterwrite it down, huh? It wasobviously stolen because
threeminutes later they switched cars.And from the sound of that
engine,I figure it was a late modeldomestic. Probably a luxury
car.
JIMMY: Its a waste of time. Yourewasting my time with
speculation.I told you to stick to the facts!
COBALT: Hey, just stop it, man! Just stopit, okay?! Cause Im
freaked outenough as it is already with them,them, them lunatics
sticking thatlight in my eye and everything.And, and Im a hostage.
Dont knowif Im gonna get out of there aliveor not. Especially when
he saysIm lying. And hes right! I amlying! But I mean, why should
thatbe reason enough to harm me? Andhows he know Im lying unless
heknows who did do that book bomb forthe Libyans. And if he knows
that,hes C.I.A. baby. Huh? Get it?Big time, huh? So, so, so
justdont pressure me. Ill tell you,
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okay? Ill just tell it my ownway!
JIMMY: So whered he take you?
COBALT: Some sleaze-bag motel, with pukegreen carpets and like
some redhibiscus things on the bedspread.Look, I never saw his
face, ifthats what youre wondering, Okay?I told you he had these
bigphotographers lights. Theyreshining right in my eyes. I
wasblinded, almost the whole time. Totell you the truth, I didnt
see adamn thing Okay, he, he, he hadblack cowboy boots and he
waseating pistachio nuts. Thats all.Thats all.
INT. HALLWAY
WALKER: Lets go buy some mercenarymagazines.
JIMMY: Why?
WALKER: Youre going undercover.
JIMMY: Why me?
WALKER: You said youre an animal.
INT. C.D.S BAR AND GRILL
WALKER: This is it.
JIMMY: Youre right. Thats gotta be thead Cobalt was talking
about.
WALKER: The numbers probably a pager.Lets call and find out Ive
got abeep. Here goes. When they callback, you can answer.
C.D.: Cordell, this could be a bad time,but
WALKER: It is a bad time right now, C.D.
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C.D.: Well, I, I just want you to meetsome people, thats all.
Well,actually, theyre kids Lets goover here.
WALKER: Its all yours.
JIMMY: Yeah, hello
C.D.: Juanita, Jason, Kenny, say hello tothe most famous Texas
Ranger aliveor dead.
WALKER: Hi, kids. Well, hes exaggeratinga little bit, especially
about thedead part.
C.D.: You guys scoot on down there tothat table over there and
getanything you want, compliments ofRanger Walker I wanna tell
youwhat, Cordell: If that dont breakyour heart DO you know
thateveryone of them little folks isfrom a homeless family.
WALKER: Youre doing it to me again, C.D.I can see it.
C.D.: Doing what? Is eight seconds ofyour time too much to ask
to helpbuild a shelter for little kidslike that?
WALKER: Eight seconds?
C.D.: Eight seconds or less. It justdepends on how long you can
stay onthat bull.
WALKER: What bull?
C.D.: The bull that I told them that youwas gonna ride for the
charityrodeo over at Billy Bobs. Look,I, I, I even told them that
youwere state champ.
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WALKER: Oh, for crying out loud, C.D., thatwas five years ago,
and I wound upin the hospital.
C.D.: It, its like riding a bicycle.Once you learn, you, you
dontforget. Hey, kids, hes gonna doit, and he thanks you for
lettinghim help.
CHILDREN: Yea, Walker!
WALKER: Youre gonna be the death of meyet, C.D.
JIMMY: Walker, I got it. Theyre gonnameet me at the corner of
Griffinand Corbin. Theyre gonna pick meup there and take me some
place foran interview.
WALKER: Do you have any close friends,Trivet?
JIMMY: Trivette. Yes, I do.
WALKER: Shoot em while you still can.
INT. WALKERS TRUCK
WALKER: Trivet, can I ask you a question?
INTERCUT
INT. TRIVETTES CAR
JIMMY: Your dime.
WALKER: About Cobalt. Are you ever gonnatell me why hes so
scared of you?
JIMMY: Yeah, Ill tell you. That timewhen I busted him, it didnt
holdup in court. So they sent himhome, they released him. And
Iguess that night, while he wasasleep, a whole bunch of snakes
gotinto his apartment. Slimy littlebuggers were crawling all over
theplace. And somehow, all the
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electricity got shut off, and allthe doors got locked, and for
somereason, he blames me. Can youbelieve that?
WALKER: Did you do it?
JIMMY: Come on, Walker. You know me.
WALKER: Not yet, but Im learning.
EXT. STREET
TRAFFIC COP: Say, roll it down You cant parkhere: restricted
area.
INT. VAN
ORSONS THUG #ONE: Thats the car.
ORSONS THUG #TWO: Man, I dont like the way thislooks. Lets get
the hell out ofhere
EXT. STREET
TRAFFIC COP: Hey!
EXT. WALKERS TRUCK
JIMMY: Go! Go! Go!
EXT. STREET
JIMMY: At least I got the license number.
WALKER: Probably stolen.
JIMMY: Yeah, probably. Thats the onlygood lead we had, too.
WALKER: Well, welcome to the Texas Rangers,Trivet.
JIMMY: Trivette.
WALKER: Well, its all in a days work,Trivet.
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JIMMY: Is he ever gonna get it right?
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ACT THREE
INT. MOTEL ROOM
ORSON: What exactly is your specialty?
J.J.: Well, lets just say I was betterat killing people than I
was atinternational politics.
ORSON: Trouble with your employer?
J.J.: Partner. Hes past tense now. Improud to say I dont have a
singleliving enemy.
ORSON: And who did you work for last?
J.J.: Orson, you son of a Is that you?
EXT. STREET
J.J.: I still cant believe it. Lasttime I saw you was just
before youwent inactive. What? Two yearsago?
ORSON: Almost three.
J.J.: Here I figured youd be head ofClandestine Ops by now.
Whathappened?
ORSON: Edrow Peterson, had a hand inselling a C-one-thirty for
us toKadafi.
J.J.: I thought you fired him?
ORSON: I did. Then he started tellingeverybody that I was
unloading theparts for myself and keeping themoney.
J.J.: Now why would he go and say a thinglike that?
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ORSON: I dont know. But by some strangecoincidence, he
disappeared.Anyway, I got tired of piggybackingthe big stuff,
slicing off littlepieces. It was time to kick openthe mother wave
and ride it all theway to Switzerland.
J.J.: Am I allowed to ask what you havein mind?
ORSON: Look around you, J.J. How manybanks do you see?
J.J.: Four Were gonna do all four?
ORSON: At the same time.
J.J.: Damn, Orson, nobody ever accusedyou of thinking small.
ORSON: No, they didnt.
INT. C.D.S BAR AND GRILL
WALKER: My guts telling met that this islonger than it
looks.
JIMMY: All weve got is a new gang in townpulling robberies. All
right?Except for the bank job, theyremiddle level heists. Jewelers
anda dry cleaners. I mean, were nottalking Billy the Kid here.
WALKER: What if all these jobs are trialruns? What if this guys
puttingtogether a crack team to see howwell they work together
before hegoes after the big heist?
JIMMY: All right You may have a pointthere. Okay, when I get
back tothe office, Ill make some callsand find out whats coming
intotown. What are we talking abouthere? Heavy duty stuff,
right?
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Brinks deliveries, art collections.That sort of thing.
WALKER: Right.
JIMMY: Yeah
WALKER: Why do you slosh that around yourmouth like that?
JIMMY: It activates the digestive juices.
WALKER: Can I ask you a personal question?
JIMMY: Let me guess. Youre sitting therewondering what a guy who
grew up inBaltimore is doing in the TexasRangers.
WALKER: Howd you know?
JIMMY: Cause believe it or not, Walker,youre obvious.
WALKER: Does that entitle me to an answer?
JIMMY: Okay. When I was a kid, everySaturday morning I used to
get upand sneak into the living room andwatch my favorite T.V.
show, aboutthe most famous Texas Ranger of alltime. The last
surviving member ofa squad ambushed by bandits, nursedback from
death by an Indian, hebecame
WALKER: No, dont tell me.
JIMMY: Thats right, man. The LoneRanger. See, you gotta
understandwhere I come from. Its concreteand asphalt. And guys
hanging outon the corner doing nothing butgetting into trouble.
Theres noright, theres no wrong. Its justwhatever gets you through
thenight, man. You got guys telling
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you what you cant do. What youcant have. What you cant be.But
now here comes this guy on awhite horse, and he goes where hewants
to go. He does what he wantsto do. Hes got the guts to saythere is
a right, and there is awrong. And hes out there underthe stars.
Theres no tenements.Theres no street signs. Theresno liquor stores,
as far as the eyecan see. Just total freedom. Nowcan you imagine
what that meant toa kid growing up in a place likethat?
WALKER: No, I cant.
JIMMY: Childhood fantasy, right? And Inever thought anything
like thatwas gonna happened to me. But thenI ruined my shoulder
playingfootball. And Im not exaggeratingwhen I tell you that I
could havegotten into some serious trouble ifit hadnt, hadnt been
for that oldcoot over there. An honest to GodTexas Ranger, who
became my friend.C.D.s the one that got me into lawenforcement,
helped me get back mypride. He said, if I really wantedit, and I
stuck it out, then Icould end up like the man who rodethe white
horse through my Saturdaymorning in Baltimore.
WALKER: And here you are.
JIMMY: And here I am, wearing a silverstar. And driving Cordell
Walkercrazy.
INT. RANCH
MESHA: Thank you.
ELENA: Thanks, dear.
LISA: Ill get it.
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RAPIST #ONE: Well, hello there, little darlin.
MESHA: Go away! Leave us alone!
RAPIST #ONE: I cant believe you folks are stillhere.
RAPIST #TWO: After you was politely asked toleave.
RAPIST #ONE: Not a wise decision.
RAPIST #TWO: So were gonna give you a littlefree transportation
all the way toOklahoma.
RAPIST #THREE: Were even gonna throw in freemeals.
MESHA: Go away, or Get out!
RAPIST #ONE: Dean, get out here!
RAPIST #TWO: Cant handle a couple of women?
EXT. RANCH
WALKER: Lisa, would you go behind my pick-up truck and pull down
the tailgatefor me, please? Elena, would youstand over there,
too?
RAPIST #ONE: Ranger, were leaving.
WALKER: Youre leaving, all right Butyoure going to jail.
RAPIST #ONE: No way. No more jail. Never! Ow!Oh, god
RAPIST #THREE: Oh, my nose Oh, god
WALKER: Let me see.
RAPIST #THREE: You, you broke my nose!
WALKER: Ill fix it. No, it looks betterthe other way.
RAPIST #THREE: Oh
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RAPIST #ONE: Ranger, you screwed up. You forgotto read us our
rights.
WALKER: Youre right. You have the rightto remain silent.
RAY: Arent you missing one?
WALKER: Not anymore.
INT. ORSONS ROOM
ORSON: Yeah, look at that. You know, inmy day, I could have beat
eitherone of these bozos.
MAN #ONE: Hey, these guys are pretty good,Orson.
ORSON: Look, youre just saying thatcause you never saw me
fight.
J.J.: I have. No thank you. I saw himcut two guys to pieces. Two
guys atthe same time.
MAN #TWO: Orson, my source came through.Guess who drove that
truck theother day. A Texas Ranger.
ORSON: Is that right?
MAN #TWO: Yeah. And hes a close friend ofthe one that got killed
at thebank.
MAN #ONE: I knew this was gonna come back tohaunt us.
J.J.: Those people arent fun to messwith, Orson. When I was
still withthe company, I crossed one of themonce. They make their
own rules asthey go. Worse than the F.B.I.Yeah, one right, one
Ranger.Thats what their motto is.
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MAN #TWO: This guys named Walker. And fromwhat I can pick up,
hes the worstof the bunch.
ORSON: Unless you like challenges likethat.
J.J.: Now whats that supposed to mean?
ORSON: Listen and learn Boggs, this isOrson Wade. I have a
special orderfor you. You know those Texashorseflies that you make
so well?Well, I need another one, in asmall cardboard box, and I
need ittomorrow morning. One right, oneRanger. Well, guess what.
Imchanging it. To one horsefly, oneRanger.
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ACT FOUR
INT. RANCH
RAY: Whats on? I missed Peoples Courtlast night.
WALKER: Tape of the bank robbery. Thatsthey guy that killed Bob
Mobley.
RAY: A blind man?
WALKER: No more blind than you and I.Notice anything unusual,
Uncle?
RAY: Sure. The beards false. Thatmans trying to look old.
WALKER: Anything else?
RAY: (Speaks Indian) The spider thatlives on his hand, its
black. Itcould kill. I had a dream lastnight. You were all alone on
adesert, and it became dark. Blacklike the spider. It was only
noonand the sun was gone. Be careful,nephew.
INT. BANK
FEMALE TELLER: Yes, we have several customers whoare blind. I
generally help themset up the account, make out theirdeposits and
withdrawals.
WALKER: Have you had any new customers, sayin the last two
weeks?
FEMALE TELLER: Only one. A gentlemen that came inabout two days
ago. I rememberbecause he wanted to use therestrooms and I showed
him the way.
WALKER: Was he about my size? Black beard,wearing a Stetson
hat?
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FEMALE TELLER: Why, yes. I believe he was. Doyou know him?
WALKER: Could I take a look at his account?
FEMALE TELLER: Well, normally, Id have to checkwith our manager.
But, as Irecall, he didnt actually open theaccount. He just came
in, askedsome questions, used the restroomand left. Now, may I ask
you aquestion?
WALKER: Yeah, sure.
FEMALE TELLER: Are you married?
WALKER: Do you know my Uncle Ray?
FEMALE TELLER: No.
INT. RANGER HEADQUARTERS
POLICEMAN: Looking for somebody?
J.J.: Cordell Walker.
POLICEMAN: Hes out. His desk is right aroundthe corner.
J.J.: Thanks a lot.
WALKER: Whats that smile all about?
LISA: We did it. Those three animalswere indicted on all counts.
Notto mention breaking and entryyesterday, and assault with adeadly
weapon.
WALKER: Great.
LISA: Mister Walker, Im never gonna beable to thank you
Ever.
WALKER: The way youre feeling is thanksenough for me, Lisa.
LISA: And Im never gonna forget what youtold me.
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WALKER: Thats our secret, Okay?
LISA: Okay.
WALKER: So what now?
ALEX: Shes going back to the circus withElena and Mesha. Theyre
meetingit in Waco. In fact, if we donthustle, youre gonna miss your
busIf you dont mind, Ill take one ofthose, too.
WALKER: I could get used to that.
ALEX: Terrific. All I need is a crazycowboy.
INT. WALKERS OFFICE
WALKER: Hi, Mildred.
MILDRED: Walker, you had a package come foryou while you were
out.
WALKER: Who is it from?
MILDRED: How should I know, Walker? Im notas nosey as the man
sitting at yourdesk
WALKER: Make yourself comfortable.
C.D.: Already did, thank you.
WALKER: Whered this come from?
C.D.: Bread box. I already opened it foryou. Figured it might be
somethingperishable.
WALKER: You figured it was something toeat.
C.D.: You know what your problem is?Youre still mad at me
forhoodwinking you into riding in thatcharity rodeo. Well, guess
what; Ihooked Jimmy into it, too.
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WALKER: Trivette?
C.D.: Yep. Signed him up as a clown.
WALKER: Good choice.
C.D.: Aint you gonna ask me what Imreading?
WALKER: No name, no card. Nothin.
C.D.: This here is the abridged SigmundFreud portable reader.
Book takesa lot of concentration. Thats whyI come over here. I
needed somequiet. I figured since I was doingthat advice column, I
might as wellbone up on a little psychology.Boy, I tell you, I dont
know what,what was going on between this guyand his mother, but,
buddy, he wasone weird dude.
WALKER: Isnt this strange, C.D.? Anashtray. Everybody knows I
dontsmoke Walker.
INTERCUT
INT. ORSONS CAR
MAN #ONE: Sorry. Wrong number. Hes there.
INT. WALKERS OFFICE
WALKER: Get down! Is this quiet enough foryou, C.D.?
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ACT FIVE
INT. RANGER HEADQUARTERS
CAPTAIN: Im trying to follow your reasoningon this, Walker, but
sometimes youleave me in the dust.
WALKER: Why would anyone be crazy enough tobomb a Ranger office,
unless theywere getting ready to make theirmove?
CAPTAIN: And exactly what kind of move areyou talking about?
WALKER: Its all in the informationTrivette put together. Theres
anarmored car delivery to
JIMMY: four Forth Worth banks. And hesintrigued, no, hes fixated
by thefact that theyre all located in afour block radius,
Captain.
WALKER: Thats why the blind man casedthem.
JIMMY: He thinks theyre not gonna do one,theyre gonna do all
four.
CAPTAIN: This isnt the Normandy invasion,Walker. Itd take an
army to knockover four banks at one time.
WALKER: No. Two teams leapfrogging it.
CAPTAIN: Well, I say its impossible. Ifyou look at that
printout, youllfind that the biggest singledelivery tomorrow is to
SouthernStar, across town. Thats theirtarget.
WALKER: I dont agree.
CAPTAIN: You dont have to, Walker. Thefact that theyve started
blowingup state property does not sit wellwith the Governor. She
suffers
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from the old fashioned belief thatwere responsible for
maintaininglaw and order. Even as we speak,shes heating hot coals
to pourover this entire department. Look,all Im saying is that
maybe youretoo close to this one to beobjective. With what happened
toMobley, its understandable youdtake this kind of personal.
WALKER: Youre right about that, Captain Ido take it
personal.
INT. ORSONS ROOM
ORSON: Can you tell me why I shouldntkill all three of you right
herewhere youre standing? Especiallyyou, J.J. Youre supposed to
haveexperience, brains. Why wasntWalker killed?!
J.J.: I dont know! There enough C-fourin that ashtray to kill
him twentytimes!
MAN #TWO: Hey look, maybe itll work to ouradvantage. You know,
confuse themsomehow.
ORSON: Your reasons stink, along with yourreasoning. Im in a
time bind.Im running out of options. Whatare you standing around
for?! Getyour teams together! Start settingup! Come on!
INT. C.D.S BAR AND GRILL
JIMMY: Now granted your theorys got somelogic to it. But four
banks? Ijust cant buy it.
WALKER: Good.
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JIMMY: Good? Why does that make mesuspicious?
WALKER: Because youre gonna cover the bankon the other side of
town. Thatway, if I am wrong, you can bringin the troops. C.D., why
are youfidgeting?
C.D.: Oh, Im trying to remember where mygas mask is.
JIMMY: Gas mask?
C.D.: Yeah. Gas mask. Oh, yeah.Everyonell be using tear
gastomorrow. You can count on it.
WALKER: C.D., forget it. Tomorrow morningyoure gonna be sitting
right overthere typing your lovelorn column.
C.D.: For your information, thatsalready completed for this
week.And there aint no law against acivilian bystander.
JIMMY: C.D., youre my mentor. Youre myguiding light. You cannot
sitthere and tell me that you agreewith Walkers thinking.
C.D.: Well, I aint saying that Cordellcant be crazy, but he aint
neverbeen stupid.
INT. ORSONS ROOM
ORSON: These are banks one, two, three,and four. Heres the one
acrosstown, the Southern Star. Boggs,youre gonna do your thing at
ten-oh-five. Kolig, James, youregonna be in position at
ten-oh-eight. Now Team One enters theirfirst target at ten-oh-nine.
TeamTwo enters their first target at
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ten-oh-nine, and that has gotta beexact, gentlemen, not one
secondearly or late. And that goes foryou, J.J. I want you to move
thattruck on my schedule, because weare gonna give Fort Worth
thebiggest surprise that they haveever had.
INT. C.D.S BAR AND GRILL
C.D.: Hey, partner. Why dont you go upto the house and get
yourself somesleep?
WALKER: C.D., I just cant help thinkingtheyre reading this guy
all wrong.
C.D.: Well, Cordell, its clear to mewhats gonna happen. Youre
gonnaask the banks to close, and theywont. Not based on a
hunch.Captain Price is gonna object forthe same reasons. And you
probablywont get the amount of men youneed. So come tomorrow, one
of twothings are gonna happen. Youlleither muddle through it, or
youwont. Either way it aint gonnachange the course of history.
Areyou listening to me?
WALKER: You know, C.D., when youre right,youre right.
EXT. CEMETERY
WALKER: Morning, Mobley My friend, gowith the spirit of the owl.
Hewill see all things for you Gowith the spirit of the hawk Hewill
protect you on your finaljourney Go with the spirit of theeagle. He
will soar you to yourfather. Your father awaits youPay back
time.
INT. BANK
WALKER: Im gonna put you behind this desk.
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BANK MANAGER #ONE: Is he under orders to shoot?
WALKER: No. Just to protect your customersand personnel. Okay,
see youlater.
EXT. STREET
WALKER: Park it over there
INT. VAN
JIMMY: Hey, Walker, you got any activityon your side of
town?
INTERCUT
EXT. STREET
WALKER: Nothing. But the banks will be atmaximum cash flow
between ten andeleven.
JIMMY: Yeah, well, if youre right, wedont have long to wait.
WALKER: Explain something to me, Trivet.
JIMMY: As long as it only requires basicEnglish, pal.
WALKER: How did you play professionalfootball wearing
eyeglasses.
JIMMY: Did you ever hear of contactlenses?
WALKER: Thats the question. Why arentyou using them now?
JIMMY: Because women say glasses enhancethe shape of my face.
Any otherquestions?
WALKER: Not today.
JIMMY: Yes!
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INT. SOUTHERN STAR BANK
DELIVERY MAN: Sign here, please Thanks.
SECRETARY: Thats gross. Who sent you thatthing?
BANK MANAGER #TWO: I dont know. There isnt anynote
EXT. STREET/INT. WALKERS TRUCK
C.D.: Howdy.
WALKER: C.D., what the heck are you doinghere?
C.D.: Mobley was my friend, too, Cordell.Besides, thats my bank
over there.And you cant stop me from making adeposit.
WALKER: C.D
INT. WALKERS TRUCK
WALKER: Damn
INT. ORSONS TRUCK
ORSON: Is everybody in position?
MANS VOICE: Affirmative.
ORSON: Stand by. Were counting down.
INT. SOUTHERN STAR BANK
BANK MANAGER #TWO: Margaret, cover for me. Im goingacross the
street for a minute.
INT. VAN
CAPTAIN: Its going down. Its here, like Itold you. I need every
unit to theSouthern Star Bank. Now!
EXT. STREET
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POLICEMAN: We gotta go Go, go
INT. WALKERS TRUCK
RAY: (I had a dream last night. Youwere all alone on a desert,
and itbecame dark. Black like thespider. It was only noon and
thesun was gone. Be careful, nephew.)
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ACT SIX
EXT. BANK
BANK ROBBERS: Come on, lets go Move, move, moveit! Go, go, go
Come on, go, go,go!
INT. BANK NO DIALOGUE
EXT. STREET
C.D.: Cordell!
POLICEMAN: (All right, spread out, spreadout)
WALKER: C.D., youll be the death of meyet.
C.D.: I dont see you bleeding. I didntget that shaving.
WALKER: Is it bad?
C.D.: No, no.
WALKER: Here, put this around it.
EXT. ANOTHER STREET
JIMMY: Its a bomb. This is a diversionget back to Walker at
LaMar andSeventh! Everybody, move! Tom,come on, let me take that
car!
INT. BANK
BANK ROBBER: Nobody move, nobody gets hurt.Stay on the ground
and keep yourmouth shut! Nobody moves!
BANK ROBBER #TWO: Come on!
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EXT. STREET
ORSON: Do it now
INT. BANK
MANS VOICE: All right, everybody out now.Quickly. Lets go. Come
on, comeon. Lets go, ladies. Come onHurry, hurry, come on
EXT. STREET
C.D.: Hold it! Hold it! Get on theground right now! Do it!
J.J.: Who the hell are you anyway?
C.D.: C.D. Parker, Texas Ranger.Retired. Well, semi-retired.
WALKER: Halt! Texas Ranger! Youre underarrest!
JIMMY: Drop your weapons Give it up now!Drop your weapons!
RAY: (Spider that lives on his hand,its black. It could
kill.)
WALKER: Texas Ranger! Here, take this.
JIMMY: Damn I liked this pair.
C.D.: Oh, that was great work, son. Iwish Cordell could have
seen that.
JIMMY: Why disillusion him?
ORSON: Youre Walker, huh?
WALKER: Good guess.
ORSON: They tell me youre the best.
WALKER: Oh, yeah? What do you think?Having fun yet? This is
forMobley
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INT. RODEO
ANNOUNCER: Lets hear it for our clown,volunteer clown
ALEX: James, is that you?
JIMMY: It aint Bozo, Counselor.
WALKER: Do you know anything about thisclown stuff, Trivet?
JIMMY: You know, I dont understand whatthe big deal is. All you
gotta dois a little dance then jump in thatbarrel and watch the
carnage. Niceshow.
ALEX: This is definitely not arecreational sport.
WALKER: This bull here, hell kick hard andhell kick high. He
belly rollsand hes got a lot of guts
ALEX: That one looks horrible.
WALKER: Hes a bad one, all right. Hescalled the Terminator. The
thingwith him, you dont know what hesgoing to do. Very
unpredictablebull. And when you go off of him,you gotta be really
careful, causehell put a horn right through you.
ANNOUNCER: Okay, good people, heres whatyouve been waiting for.
Ridingfor the Childrens Relief Fund, ourown Cordell Walker.
ALEX: Listen to them, youre a celebrity.
C.D.: Hey, Cordell, you better do goodout there. You got your
whole fanclub watching you.
ANNOUNCER: Okay, folks, if you got a weakheart, you better go
home, causethe next man out of the chute isCordell Walker, riding
two thousand
-
53
pounds of death and destruction;the ever fearsome
Terminator.
WALKER: I should have known.
C.D.: Hey, you dont have to blow agasket. How do you think we
gotall these people, make all thatmoney?
WALKER: If I live through this, C.D.,youre a dead man.
ANNOUNCER: Thank you, Big Bob. Well, folks,this is the highlight
of theevening. The event youve all beenwaiting for; Cordell Walker,
ridingthe Terminator. For you. Thatsright
WALKER: Got it Loosen it up Okay, DougOkay Okay, boys
JIMMY: You didnt stay on very long.
WALKER: I only needed eight seconds.
JIMMY: Hey, does that mean hes gonnacharge?
WALKER: Shove and run, Trivette!
JIMMY: Hey, you got my name right.
THE END