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(In church)

Trent: Why does Roscoe look mad?

Tommy: Adam's late. He's really gonna get it if he misses another one of his dad's sermons.

Trent: How bad can it be? Today's sermon is about turning the other cheek.

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

Roscoe: (to chorus.) Thank you. That was wonderful, wonderful! Good morning everybody. You know, I was driving down the LBJ freeway yesterday, when all of a sudden this man cuts right in front of me. Driving in an expensive car, talking on his cell phone. Probably didn't even realize that he almost sent all of us to glory. But then suddenly, I got this urge. You know what I'm talking about. You've all felt it sometime, haven't you? Each and every one of you. Everybody, some time or another have felt that rage, that urge. Lord, if we all acted on it, the LBJ freeway would be deserted and empty.

Stan: (inside a van, a bald SOR (Sons of the Reich), aims a gun at a black boy that was running to the church.)This should get the preacher's attention.

Roscoe: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. But I tell you, do not resist an evil person.

Stan: Do it! (gets a perfect shot at the boy.)

Roscoe: If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other side. (A shot is heard and everyone runs to the door and they find the boy lying dead on the church steps.)

Roscoe: Oh my!

 

(In the church yard)

Roscoe: Sister, please, help sister Thomas home. Our prayers are with you. I'll be over later. (consoles family) Walker, this is terrible. He was their only child.

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

Walker: Was he in a gang, Roscoe?

Roscoe: Rodney Summers, I've known him all his life. He was one of Adam's best friends. An "A" student. The reason he was late to church he was delivering food baskets to needy families. Gang member, absolutely not. Adam, where have you been?

Adam: (walks up to his father) I was helping Rodney deliver food baskets.

Roscoe: Son, something terrible has happened.

Trivette: You think this has anything to do with the rash of hate crimes that broke out over the last month?

Walker: It's possible.

Trivette: A cold-blooded murder. That's a pretty big escalation from bricks through windows and graffiti on synagogues.

Walker: Yeah. (Carlos and Trent walk over.) Find anything?

Carlos: No. We canvassed the neighborhood.

Trent: Three square blocks. Nobody saw anything.

Carlos: Does Adam know yet?

Walker: His father's telling him now.

Tommy: I should see how he's doing. <

Trent: My father built this church to save souls. I don't know how he'd deal with people being killed while trying to go through his front door.

 

(Meeting with the Sons Of The Third Reich)

Stan: Every move we make must be dedicated to taking our country back. We cannot stand idly by and watch them steal our God given rights.

Bald SOR: Sig!

SOR Group: Heil!

Bald SOR: Sig!

SOR Group: Heil!

Stan: The clever manipulation of the media. They're drowning our country in political correctness, by making the expression of honest opinion and natural differences a social offense. They are silencing the masses. It is time for a new wave of moral correctness to wash across this once proud land. It is time for the truth.

Bald SOR: Sig!

SOR Group: Heil!

Bald SOR: Sig!

SOR Group: Heil!

Stan: There are millions who believe as we do. Millions and they are just waiting to hear the word. And who's going to deliver that word?

SOR Group: WE ARE!

Stan: That's right. I want a thousand new names by tonight. A thousand new believers who are willing to take back our country. A thousand new members who are willing to march and die by our side. This is war. The future of America is in your hands. Now let's get the job done.

SOR Group: (Cheers)

Bald SOR: You heard him. I want everyone's stats up by ten percent. No excuses, let's do it.

ZZ SOR: Good news is, we made the paper again. Bad news is, we killed the wrong kid outside the church.

Stan: I imagine having to scrape that kid off the church's front porch just ruined the good reverend's Sunday. Before I'm done Roscoe Jones won't have a church, a son, or a heart beat.

 

(At the church)

Roscoe: (answering door) Deacon Rivers!

Deacon: You obviously haven't seen it yet.

Roscoe: Seen what? (goes over and sees writing on the side of the church wall)

Deacon: What are you going to do?

Roscoe: Call the police, buy some paint, cover it up and carry on.

 

(At Ranger HQ)

Carlos: Anyway, after they trashed the church, several members of Roscoe's congregation received threatening phone calls. They were told they'd be hurt if they didn't "quit" his church. Well, with the shooting and everything else that has been going on, I asked to be assigned to the hate crimes task- force.

Walker: That's good, Carlos. You know most of the congregation.

Trivette: All right. Another special unit.

Carlos: Yeah, thanks. (beeper going off) Yeah. They do keep me on a short leash though. Mind if I use your phone?

Walker: No, go ahead.

Carlos: Sandoval. Yeah. I'll get right on it (sighing on the phone, then hangs up.) The principal of East Side High reported some skinheads passing out Nazi literature in front of the school. She thinks there might be trouble.

Trivette: Need some help?

Carlos: No, thanks. They're sending back up.

 

(In front of the school)

ZZ SOR: Read the material. Then think for yourselves. You've got nothing to lose but the shackles on your puny minds.

Principal: Please, leave. I've called the police.

ZZ SOR: So, there's no law against passing out educational literature on public property. Protected by the constitution. Don't you teach that in there?

Tommy: Tell you what they don't teach, us to hate.

Adam: They don't teach us to write "nigger" on the front of a church.

Tommy: That's what you'd like to teach us, right? Just do us a favor and get out of here, all right?

ZZ SOR: Just what this world needs. More chocolate and vanilla bonding. A hundred years from now, everyone's going to look like a Mexican. Wise up, Junior, 'cause when the big day comes, they're not going to take you in. Neither will we.

Tommy: Nobody wants your crap, so get out of here! <

ZZ SOR: You got the guts to back up that mouth? (they start to fight)

Carlos: (running out of his car and running between the man and Tommy,) Break it up! Break it up! Break it up!

Tommy: (drawing back-) Lock'em up, Carlos!

Carlos: Tommy, you knock it off! All right. I want you people back in school or go home now! You, get out of here now! (glaring, at the bald SOR and his group)

ZZ SOR: We have every right to be here.

Carlos: If you're not out of here in thirty seconds, I'm arresting you.

ZZ SOR: For what?

Carlos: (glances at the fliers on the ground) Littering. Twenty seconds!

ZZ SOR: Looks like we wore out our welcome. Ha ha ha.

(Carlos picks up one of their fliers and studies it)

 

(At Ranger HQ)

Trivette: (working on the computer) All right. They even have their own web site. Incredible. You can donate to the cause with a credit card. Buy your T-shirts, hats, emblems, jackets, Nazi insignia, banners instruction manual. Your virtual cyber supermarket of hate.

Walker: Does it say who's behind it?

Trivette: No, not yet. Let me see here. All right, here we go. A new fureher for the 90's, Stan Gorman. Huh, wrote a book. How about that? "Our America"; fifty bucks. Membership in the Sons of the Third Reich with every purchase.

Carlos: Incredible.

Trivette: Not really. Hate sites on the web have more than doubled in the past year. This came on line ... September.

Walker: That's about the same time the hate crimes started. See what else you can dig up on this Gormnan character.

Trivette: Hey, didn't Roscoe say he met Thunder Malloy when they were army chaplains at Fort Hood?

Walker: Yeah, why?

Trivette: You're never going to believe this.

 

(At the church)

Roscoe: Stan Gorman?

Trivette: Leader of the Sons of the Third Reich.

Walker: What's going on? Do you know him?

Roscoe: Adam! (to Trent) Get up to that school and bring him home right now!

Trent: What? (Trent looks at him.)

Roscoe: Don't ask questions, just do it!

Trent: Okay.

Carlos: (following after Trent) I'll go with him.

Walker: What's this all about, Roscoe?

Roscoe: Walker, the bullet that killed Rodney Summers was meant for my Adam.

 

(Adam and Tommy walking on a sidewalk near school)

Tommy: I tell you, she really likes me.

Adam: Oh, yeah? (a grey van pulls tip next to them)

 

(Back- at the church)

Roscoe: Thunder got out of the army five years before I did. He built this church. Established his ministry. He said I had a home here when I got out. Helping him do the Lord's work-. Course, I took him up on it.

Walker: How does Stan Gorman fit into all this?

Roscoe: One of my best friends at the Hood was an artillery captain, Gary Crowder. He was also Sergeant Gorman's company commander. Gorman had a hard time taking orders from a black man. Sure enough, one day Gorman refused, he threw a punch. My buddy Gary busted him to private and threw him in the stockade for thirty days.

Trivette: Not a thing a man like Gorman forgets.

Roscoe: Yeah, you got that right. Pay back came a week after he got out. Gary and I went to a late movie in San Antonio and when we came out, the parking lot was dark, deserted. Gorman just came out of nowhere and open fired on us, and hit us both and he was right about Gary. But I guess it just wasn't my time.

Trivette: Did you testify against him?

Roscoe: Put my hand on the bible and pointed him out in Supreme Court and put him away for life.

Trivette: Life isn't what it used to be.

Roscoe: I wouldn't trade my eternity for his. Oh, all these years, you know, I had almost completely forgotten.

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

 

(At the field)

Bald SOR: These the guys?

ZZ SOR: Yep. All mouth and no teeth.

Bald SOR: We just got lucky. That's Preacher's runt.

ZZ SOR: Sing hallelujah.

 

(At the church)

Trivette: Three years after Gorman got to Huntsville, he becomes an undisputed leader of the white power movement inside the prison. I guess he drew hundreds of new followers.

Walker: When did he get out?

Trivette: Five months ago.

Roscoe: Walker, is there anything that you can do?

Walker: Well, right now we have to prove Stan Gorman was involved in the murder of Rodney Summers.

 

(At the field)

Bald SOR: Get the chimp in the van.

ZZ SOR: The only thing they don't teach you is how to swallow teeth. (he starts fighting and beating Tommy)

Adam: (two men drag him into the van) Come on, Tommy! Tommy!

Tommy: Oh! (he gets beaten up and a couple of men drag him to the van)

ZZ SOR: Get them in the van.

Adam: (calls to Tommy) Tommy, you all right?

(Carlos and Trent arrive and they jump out of the car)

Bald SOR: Take care of those guys. (Trent knocks two of them down and Carlos takes another two. Tommy hits a distracted man and him and Adam run out of the van. Trent and Carlos grab them as the men start shooting; then they leave.)

Adam: Wow! I'm glad to see you guys!

Trent: You all right?

Adam: Yeah.

Trent: Tommy, you okay?

Tommy: I don't know. I'll tell you in a bit. Why'd they put us in that van?

Trent: I don't know, but (to Adam) I think your father does.

 

(At Ranger HQ)

Trivette: I have an address. It's the old flint warehouse in deep Ellum.

Walker: Alex, can you get a warrant to search Stan Gorman's headquarters?

Alex: I'll try, but I'm going to have to do one big selling job on the judge.

Walker: Well, if anyone can...

Alex: Don't even start that!

 

(At the Sons of the Third Reich Headquarters)

Stan: Did either of them get a good look at you?

ZZ SOR: Nah. They both had their hands full.

Stan: You told the others to lay low?

Bald SOR: We said we'd be in touch.

Stan: That was too close. I won't tolerate any more mistakes.

(Rangers and Police enter SOR HQ)

Trivette: All right, Texas Rangers! We have a search warrant. I need everybody to line up right here.

Stan: Can I see that warrant? Everyone do as they say. We don't want to give them any excuses to use their itchy trigger fingers.

Trivette: Join the fun gentleman. (the rest of the men line up.)

Walker: Recognize anyone?

Carlos: (looks around) No, they're not here.

Stan: Who's not here?

Carlos: Some of your skinheads tried to kidnap a couple of boys yesterday.

Stan: Oh? Is that tight? Then why don't you arrest me?

Walker: Your time's coming, Gorman. Search the place.

Stan: I'd think that the Texas Rangers would have more important things to do than hassle some minor dissidents.

Walker: Not really.

Trivette: (looking the place over with Carlos and their backup.) Clean.

Stan: I told you- we're a legitimate, nonviolent protest organization.

Walker: Yeah, right. Move'em out.

Carlos: All right, boys, lets move out!

Trivette: Stay away from Reverend Jones and his congregation.

Stan: Yessuh, boss. Anytime you say, boss. (Trivette stares at him, then slowly leaves)

SOR Group: Go on, get out here.

ZZ SOR: We haven't seen the last of that ranger. You think it's smart to go through with tonight's operation?

Stan: Absolutely. Walker wants a war, well give him one he can't win.

 

(At Ben’s church.)

(Choir practice at the church. SOR lights church on fire and it burns down)

Ben: (in the morning; gives prayer in front of his gathered congregation)

Roscoe: Oh, Ben. I'm so sorry.

Ben: Thank you, Roscoe. It's a little hard to see how this fits into the grand design. well, nobody died. That's one blessing.

Roscoe: Amen to that. Your congregation is welcome to worship at our church.

Ben: Most of my folks don't have transportation, Roscoe. We can't get way out to your place.

Roscoe: We'll come pick them up and bring you back after its over. We're going to help you rebuild this church. I'll organize a big charity social this Sunday night to start that money rolling in.

Ben: Just giving us a place is more than enough, Roscoe. You don't have that kind of money it takes to finance an event like that.

Roscoe: Our church is rich in friends, Ben. Rich in friends. Sometimes, that's enough.

Ben: Praise the Lord, praise the Lord.

 

(At C.D.'s bar)

Trivette: So how can we help Roscoe with his charity social. Any ideas?

Alex: Yes. I know a man with the Tarrant County school bus contract. I'm sure he'd donate enough buses to get Reverend Sloan's people to church.

Trivette: All right. I just bought a new graphics package for my computer. So I can do the flyers and posters.

C.D.: Well, I'll furnish all the dishes and all the glasses, and make a chili the likes of this world has ever seen.

Walker: I'll have my "kick drugs" kids pass out flyers and sell tickets. In fact, I may have someone who could provide the entertainment.

Alex: Ah! That is great!

 

(At Roscoe’s church)

(Collin Raye singing in the background; Collin pulls up to Roscoe's church in a tour bus, Walker is waiting)

Collin: Hello, Walker!

Walker: Hello, Collin.

Collin: How are you?

Walker: Good, good.

Roscoe: You're Collin Raye!

Collin: Yes, sir. I sure am.

Roscoe: A pleasure to meet you.

Walker: Collin's on tour, Roscoe, and he's agreed to help out Saturday night.

Collin: Walker explained to me what had happened and what you're trying to do. I didn't want to miss the chance to be part of that.

Roscoe: You are a gift from heaven. Thank you. And thank you, Walker. With the Lord on our side and friends like you in our corner, what enemy could possibly stand the chance? Come on, I'll show you where to set up.

Collin: Okay. (follows Roscoe)

 

(At SOR Headquarters)

Bald SOR: These are all over town. (shows Gorman a sign for the benefit.) Flyers too. That old coot is yanking your chain.

Bald SOR: This sucks. Troops know you targeted him. Looks real bad if we let this stand.

Stan: Go down to that farm and get a couple of pounds of C-4. Its time to up the ante.

 

(At Roscoe’s church)

(Choir sings at the church)

Deacon: We have to talk.

Roscoe: Uh, sure, but after the choir...

Deacon: Now.

Roscoe: Keep going, everybody. You're doing fine. (Deacon takes him aside.) Now what is so important?

Deacon: My wife was accosted in our driveway by some skinheads.

Roscoe: What?

Deacon: They hit her. They knocked her down. They threatened to deliver my head on a platter if I don't quit the church.

Roscoe: How is Loretta?

Deacon: How do you think she is? She's scared. You sent Adam away. I have no place to send my family and its not just us. Roscoe, other elders have received similar threats. Rocks through windows, swastikas and worse painted on their doors. We can't take it anymore.

Roscoe: This is awful.

Deacon: Since this seems to be a personal vendetta aimed at you, there is only one way to end this. You must resign as pastor from this church.

Roscoe: Resign?

Deacon: Yes.

Roscoe: Paulie, I understand your concern but even in his darkest hour, our savior did not resign.

Deacon: You are not a savior. If you resign, maybe they'll leave us alone.

Stan: (walks through the door to Roscoe.) I guess I'm about the last person you wanted to see, huh Preacher?

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

Stan: Even me?

Roscoe: Maybe mostly you, Gorman. Even the worst sinner can be saved if we just ask for forgiveness.

Stan: You better worry about saving yourself, old man. I meant to kill two niggers in that parking, lot. I only killed one and it cost me eighteen long years. I won't make the same mistake next time.

Roscoe: You haven't changed at all. But I can still help show you the way.

Bald SOR: Aw, shut up, man. He don't need no help from you.

ZZ SOR: We don't need to hear no holy roller crap from you, right Gorman?

Stan: No, not right. I can't think of anything I'd rather do than discuss old time religion in Roscoe Jones' own church. The thing about turning the other cheek. (strikes Roscoe.) Now, you're supposed to stand there and turn the other way so I have a clear shot at the other cheek. That's how it works, right? (hits him again.) Lordy. I love talking religion with you.

Roscoe: The door is always open, Gorman, and He is always here. Now whether you decide to come in and what you say to him is entirely up to you. Now if you're finished, I have a choir practice I want to continue.

Stan: Bravo. Oh, remarkable restraint. It will be interesting to see how long you can keep it up. (leaves)

Deacon: This is exactly what I was talking about. Now will you resign?

Roscoe: No. (explosion from the parking lot)

 

(In the parking lot of the church)

Trivette: C-4. Remote detonation.

Carlos: How's Roscoe taking it?

Trent: Oh, not well. The only other time I saw him cry was at my father's funeral. Man, I wish I'd been here.

Trivette: That makes two of us.

Carlos: Three of us.

Walker: That was the governor on the phone. He wants me to take over the investigation.

Carlos: Now we're talking.

 

(At Ranger HQ)

Male officer: Here you go, Jimmy.

Trivette: Thanks. Here's a list of the Huntsville inmates with Aryan nation ties, while Gorman's on the outside. The ones with the marks are the inmates that got out the same time he did.

Walker: You know, I got a hunch that Gorman has a huge arsenal somewhere.

Carlos: We know its not in his warehouse.

Walker: No, but I'll bet its somewhere around here.

Trivette: All right, I'll cross-check the inmates names with the release dates and property purchases and rentals. Maybe well get lucky.

Alex: I'll start drawing up search warrants. When we get a break, well be ready.

Walker: Okay. I'll make the coffee. Its gonna be a long night.

 

(At church)

Roscoe: We all assume our savior must have been strong to endure so much agony to atone for our sins. (crowd agrees) And until this week with all of this tragedy, I never fully realized just how strong he had to be. Now I thought I'd assume some of his courage to get me through. As an elder correctly reminded me, I'm not the savior. I'm only a man. There will be no sermon this morning. Only a prayer ... the dark clouds that I have brought over this house and you will soon be parted and the sun will shine through these windows and into your hearts. Once again, it has been, it has been a privilege and an honor to serve you. Now, its time to say goodbye. May God bless and keep you all. Amen.

Trent: No! (gets up and walks to the podium.)

Woman: That's Trent. It's Thunder's boy.

Trent: My father, Thunder Malloy, built this church. He poured his life into it. It was his courage, vision and faith that kept these doors open until he died last year. And I'm sure Thunder, with his high expectations would be proud to see how far Roscoe has taken this congregation. We have become a community of harmonious souls who are dedicated in making a difference in an imperfect world. This man, this man is the rock of our lives. Always there for us no matter what. Well, now he's in trouble.

Roscoe: No, son, I've really made up my mind.

Trent: Roscoe, no one expects you to be the savior. That job is taken. Be the man you are. The man we look up to, the man who shares our troubles, the man ... Thunder Malloy trusted to carry on with his work. Now, you might tell them that you quit, but its not official in my book until you look up there and tell Thunder himself.

Roscoe: You're right, I can't do it.

Trent: I didn't think so. Let's see a show of hands. How many want Roscoe to stay? (unanimous decision)

Deacon: Roscoe, I apologize. I was afraid. I still am. As far as you're concerned, you are the spiritual leader of this church for as long, as you want to be. Please, reconsider.

Roscoe: Oh, thank you. When it comes to standing tall, your father would be so proud.

(Back at Ranger HQ)

Trivette: All right. Sonny Eline and Stan Gorman were cell mates in Huntsville. Sonny rented a farm seventy miles out of here when he was paroled.

Carlos: (clap) Way to go!

Walker: Alex...

Alex: I know, I know. "Alex, can you wake up a judge"?

 

(SOR headquarters)

Man: Gorman?

Stan: Did everyone break out their hankies when Jones threw in the towel?

Man: He's staying, and stronger than ever, if you ask me.

Stan: Did he cancel the benefit?

Man: With all the support he had, he'll have the church built in no time.

Bald SOR: What I want to know is if we can't whip one dumb nigger, how the hell are we going to take our country back?

ZZ SOR: Yeah. Gorman, how?

Stan: Seems I'm gonna have to have another chat with Pastor Jones. This time about crucifixion. Everyone, gather around! Tonight, the very public death of Pastor Jones will serve as a call to arms which cannot be ignored.

 

(At the benefit)

C.D.: Ah, boy, this smells good! (referring to his chili) We got it here. Get, uh, some of that barbecue sauce out there.

 

(At the SOR Headquarters)

Stan: That's not the way to do it! There's nothing worse than a cross that fizzles out. Read the manual. If you do it right, it'll take a hurricane to blow out the flames. Get on it!

 

(At the farm)

Carlos: Sure was a long way out here.

Trivette: But it wasn't a wasted trip.

Walker: Carlos, you take out that guy. Trivette, you take the side. I'll take the back.

Carlos: (runs up behind and stops and puts his arm up.) Heil Hitler!

Man: (turns around.) Heil Hitler! Uh! (Carlos punches the man hard in the face. Trivette goes to the side and knocks a and out as Walker knocks one out too. The three move into the building.)

Trivette: Texas rangers!

Walker: Freeze! Don't even think about it!

Carlos: Don't move! Put your weapons down slowly!

Trivette: Ya'll enough here to outfit a small army.

Carlos: (finishes handcuffing the men.) Backup's here. (Walker nods and takes out a silver case. Inside is a large gun.) Do you think its the one that killed Rodney Summers?

Walker: Same caliber.

Trivette: Wonder where's Gorman is?

Walker: That's a good question.

 

(At the benefit)

Roscoe: Oh, this is wonderful! Thank you everyone for showing up tonight for a worthy cause. Man, the way they're pouring in well be up and running in no time.

Ben: Thank you, Roscoe. I don't know what to say.

Roscoe: How about, say hallelujah. (goes on-stage and announces Collin Raye) Ladies, come on ladies and gentlemen. Put our hands together and give a nice Texas welcome to our friend indeed in our time of need, Collin Raye! (Collin Raye starts singing)

Roscoe: (Trent stops clapping to the music as he stands next to Roscoe) Trent, what's up?

Trent: It may be nothing. (he starts heading outside the tent in the direction of a fire)

Roscoe: Yeah, there's been a lot of that around here lately. (he follows Trent and they come to a burning cross in the front yard of the church; Tommy and other people follow)

Stan: (standing with his men) Good evening, Pastor Jones. Now look what we saw burning bright in your front yard.

Bald SOR: We were passing by when we saw it.

ZZ SOR: We were out for a walk. Gee, I wonder who could have put it there.

Roscoe: Get everybody back inside. Please, now.

Ben: We are with you and so is the Lord.

C.D.: I'm with the Lord but I'm going to get us some backup.

Alex: Okay. Let's see if we can reach Walker.

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

Roscoe: This is my mess and I'm gonna clear it up. to many, you know the cross represents a symbol of salvation and sacrifice and God's mercy. But all this has become a symbol of pure hate. But tonight on this lawn is nothing but burning wood. We're not gonna give the devil a foothold here. Not tonight we're not. So what are you going to do to us? Beat us with your chains and baseball bats?

Stan: It shouldn't matter. You'd all just stand there and take it.

Roscoe: Your leader admires Adolf Hitler, who destroyed his country, murdered millions of people and then committed suicide. The person I admire is Jesus Christ, who brought life into the heart of darkness and died for us all.

Bald SOR: Come on, Stan, let's get to it.

ZZ SOR: Man, lets split some skulls before the cops come.

Bald SOR: Come on, put an end to this nigger, now!

Stan: You're a fake, and I'm gonna prove it. Right here, right now. (he smacks Roscoe; Trent jumps for him, but the congregation holds him back)

Roscoe: (Trent glares at Stan as he's held back) Trent, no! Trent! Stay put, Trent; stay put! You know, Gorman, you're really beginning to annoy me!

Stan: You're all pious cowards hiding behind your Jesus and the meek shall inherit the earth. What a crock. (Stan goes to punch him again but Roscoe grabs his arm)

Roscoe: You know this eye for an eye stuff, maybe its time has come. Yes.

Stan: Go ahead. Hypocrite!

Roscoe: (reason returns) No blow I strike can equal the pain you'll suffer on Judgment Day. I'm gonna leave the eye for an eye in the master's hands. (tosses Stan to the ground)

Stan: (whips out a gun) Kill'em all!

(Walker, Trivette and Carlos arrive, and Trent and Tommy join the fray as the good guys beat up Gorman and his men)

C.D.: Boy, am I glad you got here, Cordell!

Walker: Carlos, let's read them their rights.

Carlos: My pleasure!

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

Trivette: Yeah, one.

(Trent, Tommy, Roscoe, Ben, and the Deacon gather around the cross and pray, and pretty soon, the flame goes out)

Trivette: Walker, how ... ?

Walker: You're asking the wrong guy, Trivette.

End

WALKER, TEXAS RANGER
6X22 - THE SOUL OF WINTER
Original Airdate (CBS): 25-APR-98

WRITTEN BY GORDON DAWSON
DIRECTED BY MICHAEL PREECE

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