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

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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