Walker, Texas Ranger

I surely do hope this isn't necessary, J.W.

Corporal John Wesley McLain.

Hello, Reed.

Belle, Mr. Garrett wants to see you.

Fine. Tell him I'll come out around 3 or 4,

and we can talk then.

Now, Belle.

Well, if you put it that way.

Jack, w-w-- What's all this about?

Well, I was just wondering how our little deal

with the Savala brothers was going down.

It's doing fine.

How about Max Savala?

The tough one. Is he going for it, Belle?

Max?

Max was hot for the deal.

Hot, huh?

Was I, sweetheart?

Max.

I guess your bosses at the DEA

didn't tell you I was getting out, huh?

Yeah,

just another government screw-up, baby.

She thought I was in the cooler.

But here I am, man.

Hot!

And I can smell a fed

from a mile away.

Go.

Well, Belle, you were one tough chick.

Just not tough enough.

Get rid of her.

This is unbelievable, man.

A wire. I'm wearing a lousy wire.

Me, Sid Jarvis,

I don't believe it.

This kind of thing, this ain't Sid Jarvis.

What is Sid Jarvis?

Death row?

'Cause if it is, say the word.

Would I be doing this if it was?

Let me ask you guys something.

Why can't I just testify with immunity?

Why do you gotta get it on tape?

Corroboration, Sid.

Oh, my word ain't good enough, right?

No, I got to get Jack Garrett --

A guy who'd kill his own mother

just to bet on the way she'd fall --

to incriminate himself about punching

this DEA chick's ticket, right?

Witness protection program, Sid.

You help us get Garrett, you get what you ask for.

All right, this is what I ask for.

This is exactly what I ask for.

We're going to get Garrett

with or without your help, Jarvis.

So, what's it gonna be?

Do I have a choice?

None that I can think of.

Could you get my coat, please?

This last one was a good hit, Sid.

Better than any you ever did before.

But you've always been reliable. Loyal too.

You point 'em out, boss, I'll pull the trigger.

I was talking to some of the guys

when I got back into town.

Said you found a cute little DEA cockroach

in the cupboard.

Belle. I think you met her.

- Oh, yes. Of course. - Here we go. Could be.

So, what happened?

She tried to pass herself off as a broker

to the Savala brothers.

Until I put her face to face with Max Savala.

So, what did she do? Have a heart attack right on the spot?

Heart attack, huh?

That's a good one.

Let me tell you something, Sid.

She didn't get heart attacks. She gave 'em.

She beat the crap out of Max Savala

and two of my best bodyguards.

No kidding.

Yeah, you ask Reed. He was there.

So, what'd you do?

What do you mean what did I do? I did the same damn thing--

I don't believe this.

You're dead.

Ah!

Over here!

Don't move!

I got it.

Take it easy.

Have a good life, Sid.

Get up.

Who are you, mister?

McLain, John Wesley.

Corporal, United States Marine Corps.

Serial number 262-78-8979, sir.

"Corporal John Wesley McLain,

United States Marine Corps.

Born and raised in the Dallas area.

Parents died in '84. Traffic accident.

Only family left are a brother and sister.

He's 28.

A member of the Marine's third force-recon battalion

for the past nine years."

That's an elite group.

That's the same outfit you were with, isn't it?

Yeah. Any priors?

No, nothing I can find.

But his military record is kind of impressive.

"Somalia. Desert Storm."

He owns a Navy Cross,

Bronze Star with Cluster,

and a pair of Purple Hearts.

This lad's the real deal.

Seems that way.

So why would he throw it all away

to take out a dirt bag like Jack Garrett?

- Shall we ask him? - Read my mind.

I'm a dead man 'cause of you, kid, you know that, don't you?

Sid, you gotta learn when to keep your mouth shut.

Put him over there.

Back off!

- We need to talk, corporal. - No need for much talkin'.

I did what I did, and I'll do it again.

What I wanna know is why.

'Cause Jack Garrett killed my sister, Belle Starr McLain.

McLain?

That's the government agent that was killed.

I was playing war games in the Med when it happened.

They flew me home for the funeral.

Afterwards, I got back to base,

found a little something in the mail.

From Belle.

Regarding Jack Garrett?

Right.

Why'd she send it to you?

I don't know. I guess Belle Starr

just got one of them feelings.

Like something was gonna happen, you know?

Us McLains are heavy in the psychic department.

Around here, we call it Cherokee.

- Go on. - She dropped it

in the mail to me.

Same day she died.

Are we talking evidence here?

Hey, I ain't saying nothing more about it.

We can charge you for withholding evidence.

Well, the way I see it, sir, I'm going to jail anyway.

But sooner or later they're gonna have to let me out.

And when they do, I will kill Jack Garrett.

Here's the paperwork for Sid Jarvis.

Come on, Jarvis, let's go.

Yeah, right. Time to assume my new identity.

Thanks a lot, guys. It's been a pressure.

So where are we going? Someplace nice? Someplace warm?

Beaches? Babes? Southern Cal? The Florida Keys?

- Alaska. - Alaska?!

- So are you AWOL, corporal? - Yes, sir.

Why'd you try to take him out with your bare hands, corporal?

The name's J.W.

Now stand up, J.W.

I don't know. Could have sniped him, I guess.

But for what he done to Belle,

I wanted to waste him with my bare hands.

A bullet's too quick.

We'd like to take a look at that package that Belle sent you.

Sorry, Ranger Walker.

Even if you bust Jack Garrett,

all he's gonna do is hire a bunch of high-priced lawyers

and buy himself a not-guilty verdict.

So I've got to kill him, and that's all there is to it.

Says here

you have a younger brother and sister.

Yes, sir. Jessie and Wyatt.

What about them?

They had nothing to do with it.

Well, I'll contact the Marines

and let them know that we have Corporal McLain in custody.

Right.

And a name. I'm gonna need a new name.

You know, I always liked the name Jake.

Jake Strong. That's good.

Jake Strong.

Hi, Sid, nice to see ya.

Oh.

No! No!

But it ain't what you think, Jack.

No, Sid, it's exactly what I think.

No! For God's sake, no, please!

No! Let me buy my way out of this thing.

I got something you need to know

about the guy that choked you!

All right.

- Talk to me. - The Marine that jumped you

is some kind of hero. McLain. J.W., I think.

His sister's that FBI undercover chick you whacked.

Belle's brother?