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Well, there's one thing about it. When he shows up, he's really going to rib

You know, Brad has had a grudge against me ever since my bullfrog, Shelly, beat

that secret formula his father had.

You were beat by a 12 -year -old girl, C .D.

That's right. Nine out of nine judges, pal. It was unanimous.

That girl was a ringer.

Come on, Brad. The driver's waiting.

We're going to be late.

The kids start the charity kickoff dinner without the charity kickoff

now can they?

That girl is entirely too young to be able to cook like that.

You're intelligent people. Don't you know that some internationally famous

has sponsored her?

And if Brad says one word to me, one word, you are such a sore loser.

I'll show you sore.

The C .D. Parker RSVP, I can't wait to rib him about that 12 -year -old kid

Houston winning the chili cook -off.

Smile. I'm just saying, hold back on the armadillo lard.

And now you're telling me how to cook? No, I just don't think people like their

chili congealing in their bowls.

This from a man that drinks green pond scum. That's seaweed and sawgrass. Pond

scum.

Don't you embarrass me out here. You started it.

Yeah, Trevette.

I wonder where Brad and Linda are.

What?

Yeah, we'll be right there.

What is it?

Brad and Linda Stanford were murdered.

My God.

My daughter, too.

Evidently several others.

Let's go.

Count eight and all.

Brad and Linda, their daughter.

Maid, cook, chauffeur, butler.

One foreign exchange student.

Never seen anything like it.

Who would do something like this?

Whoever would do that.

In the eyes of a ranger, the unsuspecting stranger had better know

wrong from right.

Cause the eyes of the ranger are upon you.

Ain't long you do, he's gonna see.

When you're in Texas, look behind you.

Cause that's where the ranger's gonna be.

Major Walker, did you have a suspect?

How many were there?

Do you have any leads?

Any evidence of sexual assault?

I have nothing to say at this time.

I don't have time to deal with the press.

You're going to have to find someone to deal with them. All right, all this

speculation is just going to add to the panic.

I'll take care of it, Cordell. I know what to say.

Okay, TV, I appreciate it.

Well, as he thinks.

Is Mr. O happy?

Ecstatic.

Let's have the tape.

Sure thing, Hatch. It's all there in living color.

Oh, oh, you are going to love the look on that dude's face when he saw us waste

his wife.

Man, it doesn't get any better than that.

Here's your 50 grand.

Tomorrow night you go.

Good.

There's nothing more to this than meets the eye.

Like what?

I wish I knew.

Anything on the prints?

No, prints everywhere, but it's going to take a day to match them against

everyone who belonged in the house.

Same thing with the blood samples.

There's a lot of blood.

Almost like they were trying to make a statement.

Do I know you?

Yep.

I'm your new partner.

You're my what?

You hear about this Stanford family?

Of course.

What does that have to do with me? Same thing's gonna happen to your family,

unless you wire 50 million dollars in my offshore account by Monday.

The number for that account you'll find in your locker.

You're out of your mind.

All the worse for you, if true.

I'm talking about each and every member of your family, shuffling off this

mortal coil in a most unpleasant fashion.

I'm calling the police. Sit down.

Sean.

Ah!

I'm your daughter.

I made you your deal, right?

Up one flight, second door on the left.

My God.

Fifty million by Monday.

You can't get away with this. You want to bet your family's life.

You don't think I'm serious? I can prove I'm serious.

Tomorrow night, another family will die.

The press reports will say they found a message written in their blood.

Time is running out.

That's the message.

That's how you know it's my work.

Fifty million by Monday.

That was the M .E. No sexual assault on Linda, her daughter, or the mate.

Just doesn't make any sense if it was a thrill killing.

You're right, it doesn't make sense.

Plus, Brad Stanford had a state -of -the -art security system.

So how did they get in?

They knew what they were doing.

You think it was planned?

Yeah, I do.

This isn't the MO of thrill -seeking wackos, either.

Then why did they do it?

That's what we gotta find out.

Hey, I'm going to return the tapes I wrote.

Tracy, nobody wears an outfit like that to return videotapes.

Dad, it's okay.

Hello!

No!

Let's save her.

It's preliminary, but the M .E. put the time of death at between 9 and 10 last

night. He killed everybody.

The chauffeur, the cook, Anderson.

The Barnett's daughter, Trace, was missing when I had everybody looking to

if she spent the night someplace else.

Did you notice that this place has a state -of -the -art security system?

Just like the Stanford house?

Yes, I did.

And it was also well -planned and executed.

See what they wrote on the wall in the den?

Time is running out.

That could be a message.

Okay, it's at home.

When we find that out, I'll know what this is all about.

Cordell Walker thinks that there are between five and eight suspects.

Have you located the Barnett daughter yet?

No, Lewis. At this point, we're just having to assume that the killer's

her. Is there any truth that there was another message scrawled in blood on the

wall? Yes.

Quote, time is running out, end of quote.

You were Walker's partner years ago when he joined the Rangers. Isn't that true,

Mr. Parker?

Yes, sir.

Cordell Walker is one of the finest men to ever wear a Ranger's badge.

And when he goes after his man, he gets him. And we're going to get these

psychopaths, and they're going to die. Anything else to add?

Just to the psycho, your days are numbered.

Cordell Walker will get you.

Walker, Walker, Walker.

I'm going to have to send him a personal message.

What do you have in mind, Mr. Rowe?

Let me think on it.

Now get out of here, Hatch.

I got to interview me an intern.

What the hell's going on here? We have a message for Walker.

What are you going to tell him?

The circus is in town?

You'll never know.

Turn this old bird inside out.

I know you.

Not anymore.

I love the

sound of a cop dying.

And black Texas.

Hey, CD.

My God. What's going on?

No! No!

Let's get out of here.

Oh, please.

This is Ranger Trevette. Give me an ambulance down to C .D.'s Bar and Grill.

In the stockyard.

Seal it off.

Move, guys! Seal it off!

Hang in there, C .D.

He's alive.

Go.

I'm gonna go with him.

Walker, I just heard. Is C .D.

Please, tell me he's okay.

He's on his way to the hospital.

Trivet went with him.

What happened?

The guys were after her.

They did it. Why would they go after C .D.? To leave me a message.

What message?

What are you going to do?

We can't let him get away with it.

You can't back off.

How is he?

He's done surgery.

They're trying to stop the hemorrhaging to his brain.

They said that the sap onto his stomach might have penetrated his liver.

They're saying it doesn't look good.

Search

the

NCIC files for the alias Snake. It came up with 15 hints.

I know one of these guys.

Joel Lipton.

I'll run it.

Walker. Hi, it's me.

C .D. is in recovery.

The doctors have done everything that they can.

Fortunately, the knife did not penetrate his liver.

But his head wounds are catastrophic.

The next 24 hours should tell.

I'll get there as soon as I can.

Okay.

Bye.

Bye.

Here he is, Walker.

Joe Lipton, a .k .a. the Snake.

Part of a merc outfit you and C .D. busted seven years ago for running live

training exercises in Moss State Park.

C .D. must have remembered him.

What else you got on him?

Looks like he's been involved in a few offshore military gigs.

It was recently his last July when the State Department revoked his passport.

So he's still a merc. Just a grump in the looks of his rap sheet.

Gets his mail at Squad Tactics.

So the question is, why is a merc for hire running with homicidal freaks?

Well, let's see if we can find him and ask him.

Anybody know this man?

His name's Joe Lipton.

He also goes by the name Snake.

You know, if we did, we wouldn't feed him to you pigs.

That's just great.

Walker, not only is this guy butt ugly, but he appears to be terminally stupid.

Ah!

Not you.

Sit down.

He knows you're a lipid?

Never heard of him.

If you've never told the truth in your life, you'd better do it now.

All right.

I know him.

He's a crazy dude.

When's the last time you saw him?

Last week.

He went off on a job. What kind of job? I didn't ask.

Who hired him?

Coal hatch.

Broga remarks.

Sets up teams for a price.

Comes in every now and then.

Did he hire anyone else?

Yeah. A video guy named Bill Ellis.

Where can we find Ellis?

Oak Cliff.

Dude's 30 years old.

Lives with his mommy.

Go figure, huh?

We knew Ellis was in there. Why don't we just take him down?

Let's wait if he goes anywhere.

Why would somebody put together a group of mercs just to run amok?

It's like the Manson family.

I've been racking my brain about that one.

Could be extortion.

Extortion? How's this for a scenario?

Let's say Ellis videotapes these attacks.

And whoever's in charge throws these tapes to the very wealthy people of

threatening them with the same thing.

They don't pay up.

You think that's what's happening?

We're closing in on $300 million.

Damn.

Hey, that's great, Mr. Rowe.

Tell me, is that OCD enough again?

No.

Is he critical condition at the hospital?

He is one tough old bird.

A hardy perennial.

Well, I think Walker got my message.

You check out those three families yet? Yeah. The Meadows family's the best bet.

In from the street, three kids, routine security. But I just haven't seen how

close yet. Well, get on it. Goes down tonight.

I'll check it out.

That's Ellis.

His record didn't say anything about working for the gas company. Can you

who's driving?

Go ahead.

You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?

Okay, let's get out of here

Don't shoot.

I want him to talk.

Drop it.

Go ahead.

Shoot me.

Well, looks like he won't be doing much talking.

No, but he will. Hold it!

I was only along to chronicle the event.

Get over here.

What happened to Tracy Barnett?

The teenage girl you took from the crime scene.

Zink said she was a gift to Mr. O.

Who's Mr. O? I don't know his real name. That's what Zink called him. He broke

Zink out of some mental institution in Indiana just for this gig.

Do you know how many people have been killed so far?

I think Pat said 13.

That's exactly right.

How could you do something like this?

For the money, ma 'am.

But you're never going to get a chance to spend it.

I'm charging you with 13 counts of first -degree murder. Hey, I only recorded

it. I didn't kill anyone.

You're an accessory.

Did you record the beating of C .D. Parker?

Who? The man they attacked in the bar.

Well, that old buzzard sure was.

Just curious.

With Zink dead, it's over.

I'm out clean and $500 million richer.

That was some sweet scheme.

You didn't do too bad yourself.

Last installment.

250 large.

It's been a pleasure.

Anytime, anything you want, you know where to find me.

That's a positive on the body?

You have an Emmy on site?

Let me talk to her.

Two months ago, Zink escaped from the Holland Institute for the Criminally

Insane in Hudson, Indiana.

What was he in there for? He killed his entire family because his dad wouldn't

loan him the car.

How's that for a real sicko?

Well, the Holland records indicate that there was a man claiming to be Zing's

uncle who visited him three times prior to his escape.

This is the picture the security camera took. His name is Thomas Openshaw.

What do you have on Openshaw?

He was a political science professor at the university right here in Dallas.

And he was fired because he had sexual relationships with several of his female

students.

But I do have his address.

DPD found Tracy Barnett's body.

That's a teenage girl kidnapped from the second crime scene. Found her thrown in

the bushes next to LBJ.

And the M .A. said that she was sexually assaulted.

That means a possibility of DNA evidence.

If it's Thomas Openshaw, I can tie him to one of the crimes.

Who's Thomas Openshaw?

Could be Mr. O.

So we need a DNA sample.

That's going to be really difficult.

Well, if we find evidence on the girl's body...

We'll find a way.

It's beautiful, Thomas.

Hey, why don't you watch where you're going, man?

Hey, bud.

You bumped into me.

What, now you're going to get smart with me?

I guess now I'm your watch where you're going.

Let's go.

Walker, Jimmy, I'd like you to meet federal prosecutor Don Fillmore. Hi.

I've arranged for the FBI lab here in Dallas to front -burner that DNA test.

How long will it take?

Start to finish, just under two hours.

Jimmy, I don't need to remind you what could happen if you don't protect that

evidence and document the chain of custody.

I won't let it out of my sight.

And you will call?

As soon as I find anything.

Yeah, it's me.

We're twisting everything to get an all -week account.

I'm going to grab the two tents in New York.

So I'll see you tonight.

Good.

Done deal, Miss Cahill. The federal court in Austin is all yours.

Judge Milhouse has rescheduled her afternoon docket to accommodate you.

Thank you.

All you have to do is produce a shred of evidence, and DOJ will jump on this

with both feet.

I almost hate to turn it over to them.

There is no federal death penalty.

Let us nail Openshaw on this kidnapping murder, which we can do when you get

your DNA match.

And then you can take your time tying him to the massacres. And we'll send him

back to Texas on 13 counts of murder.

Don't worry, Miss Cahill.

You'll get your justice.

Walker thanks to bed.

We have a mess. Yeah, here's your warrant

I

Must

open Sean.

Yeah, what's this about?

You're under arrest for the kidnapping, rape, and murder of Tracy Barnett.

I don't know nothing about that.

I think you do.

Hey. Ouch.

Does it have to be so tight?

Not really.

By the way, I've got a warrant to search your place.

Get him out of here.

Hey. You can't do this.

Oh, yes, I can.

Hello, Tracy.

I don't have a nephew.

Well, that's not what you said when you went to visit Zink at the Mental

Institute.

The security camera at the front desk recorded your visit.

This is you, isn't it?

Okay. I was there.

I was doing a report on the relationship between unearned wealth and the

instability of the firstborn. As you may know, Zink was a firstborn child and,

unfortunately, he slaughtered his entire family.

I told the small fib to gain access.

Do you know this man?

No. Sure you do.

His name is Cole Hatch.

You can't prove any of this.

We'll see.

And until we do, the U .S. government is going to keep you very busy.

Meaning? Kidnapping is a federal offense.

You got it? One DNA sample.

Signed, sealed, and delivered.

What DNA sample?

You'll have to wait for discovery, Mr. Brockmire. The governor sent a private

plane to Addison Airport to pick you both up. His federal marshals are here

escort Mr. Openshaw to Austin for his hearing.

You have nothing.

Even if my client's DNA was legally obtained and even matches the sample of

Barnett girl, all that proves is that he had sex with her, not that he

kidnapped, raped, and killed her.

We'll let the courts decide that, Mr. Brockmire.

Oh, yeah.

They've been real successful with that lately, haven't they?

I look forward to this.

So do I.

Thank you, Jimmy.

I'll put this in the evidence pouch with the witness statements.

I'm going to check in on C .D. Good luck, you guys.

All right, Doc. Get the rest of my files together and we'll get on our way.

You know, Brockmire had the point, Walker, about the DNA test.

Maybe.

But what he doesn't know, that I have a tape.

Tape? What tape?

I haven't had time to tell you.

But I got a tape of the rape and murder of Tracy Barnett by Openshaw.

Walker, we've got him.

I can tie him to all the murders.

Yep.

Let's go make our plane.

What's our flying time?

Forty -five minutes.

Stopper waiting on the other end to take you to the courthouse.

Good. Judge Milhouse is a real stickler for details.

If we're not in her courtroom by three o 'clock, open shot could post bail.

We'll be there.

Tell Openshaw his troubles are over.

It's not over until I say it is, Mr. Hatch.

You don't know T .J. Brody.

Hey, Dean.

Me too.

I don't know what I'm going to do if he dies.

Neither do I.

It shows you how fragile life can be.

I know.

No pulses. Set the monitor to 200, please.

Charging. Paddle, please.

Gel.

200 joules.

Clear.

Check the pulses.

No pulses.

Set the monitor to 300.

Gel. Charging.

300 joules.

Clear.

No pulse.

No pulse. Set the monitor 360.

Chart me. General.

350 joules. Clear.

Any pulses?

No pulse. No pulse. Flatline.

Flatline.

It's got me to thinking, Alex.

Thinking about what?

About, uh... I know every time you bring it up, I joke about it,

but... About what?

Well... When this is all over, I'd like for us to sit

down and seriously talk.

You know about our marriage?

Yeah.

I love you so much.

Mayday Mayday

I'm going to try to make Lake Ebby.

Put on a light net.

Brace yourself, Alex.

Cause the eyes of the ranger are upon you.

And leave all you do, he's gonna see.

When you're in Texas, look behind you.

Cause that's where the ranger's gonna be.

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