Original subtitles

All right, look sharp, everybody.

Walker, Trivette,

mighty glad you're here at the press conference giving a hand.

Is there anything to be concerned about? Oh, plenty.

Everywhere McGuire goes, he's in the crosshairs.

Ten days ago he's sitting in a pub in the middle of Belfast,

a car bomb with his name on it goes off

outside.

Kills half a dozen innocent people.

TRIVETTE: Guy finally puts together a real coalition

with a real chance for permanent peace,

and people still taking shots at him.

You're right, Trivette. Excuse me, gentlemen.

You know, I was thinking,

Duncan McCallum,

Texas billionaire just sitting around, counting his dough,

but there he is working his ass off for Adam McGuire.

Wow, peace in Northern Ireland, Walker.

Yeah, he's a good man, Trivette,

but he remembers how bad it was over there.

(INAUDIBLE)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Howdy, folks. It's good to see you.

Thanks for coming out.

Now, every now and again,

folks will be asking me, "Duncan,

"why are you getting so wrapped up in this Irish thing?"

Well, I'll set you straight.

I've seen the destruction over there.

I've seen the internal strife.

I know what the problems are...

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

...because I was born there.

Folks, we're about to witness

history being made.

Five days from now, in our nation's capitol,

a real honest-to-God treaty

between the Catholics and the Protestants,

and the good folk of Great Britain,

all sitting down at the same table,

signing their names,

all because of the man I'm about to introduce.

He was a fighter.

Spent most of his life manning the barricades,

and then he changed sides,

from the side of war to the cause of peace.

Ladies and gentlemen of the press,

the next Nobel Peace Prize winner,

Adam McGuire.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDS)

(MICROPHONE FEEDBACK)

Thank you very much. Thank you, Duncan.

Lord and begorrah, my name and the Nobel Prize in the same sentence.

(ALL LAUGHING)

I was at a funeral a few years back.

Nothing unusual about that.

I've attended too many funerals in me life,

but this one, on a cold, wet afternoon,

the day we buried a kind and gentle young lad named Stephen O'Bannon,

a lad who didn't deserve to die.

I looked around and a shiver went up me spine.

(GUN COCKING)

DUNCAN: All I could see were women,

grandmothers, mothers and daughters without their men.

(STARTS ENGINE)

I was ashamed to be a part of the reason why.

I realized that if we kept it up,

killing each other the way we were,

there wouldn't be any men left to fight.

I'm not willing to wait that long.

(MAN SCREAMS)

WOMAN: Now, get down quick and just go.

MAN: Now, go on, down! MAN 2: Get out of the way!

WOMAN 2: Keep rolling, keep rolling!

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(GUN FIRING) (INDISTINCT SCREAMING)

(GRUNTS)

(ALL CLAMORING) (GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(SCREAMING)

(ALL CLAMORING)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

WOMAN: Help! Help!

Freeze!

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS) (GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(GUN FIRES)

(GROANS)

Yeah, that's a late model black 4x4.

(WOMAN SOBBING)

ATTACKER: Ow!

Malloy.

Gavin Malloy.

There'll be no peace, you bloody traitor.

(SPITS)

May you rot in hell!

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

♪ In the eyes of a Ranger

♪ The unsuspecting stranger

♪ Had better know the truth of wrong from right

♪ 'Cause the eyes of the Ranger are upon you

♪ Any wrong you do he's gonna see

♪ When you're in Texas, look behind you

♪ 'Cause that's where the Ranger's gonna be ♪

GUARD: On the gate! (ALARM BUZZING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

They told me you were shot.

I've had worse.

What happened? What went wrong?

What went wrong?

I'll tell you what went wrong, Charlie.

Bloody Texas Ranger, that's what went wrong.

This is terrible. A terrible thing.

Shh!

Get your voice down.

Get control of yourself.

How's my son?

He's worried about you. They all are.

You tell him not to worry about me.

They have nothing to worry about.

These cowboys are not gonna break me.

They can't. They're too soft.

This is not the way, Gavin. Not God's way.

Not the way of a Lamb.

Well, you tell that to the bloody Brits,

and while we're on that particular subject, Father Geary,

don't you get any fancy ideas. Remember the seal of the confessional.

Do you want to offer confession?

(CHUCKLING HEARTILY)

I would sooner go to the nearest Protestant ministry in Belfast

than confess to you, Geary.

Now, you remember what I told you.

Nothing has changed.

(ALARM BUZZES)

Pray for me, Father.

FEMALE REPORTER: Right there. Yeah.

There's Ranger Walker. Excuse me, Ranger Walker.

This way, please.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Ranger Walker, Ranger Walker, can we get a comment, please?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Has the IRA taken responsibility? No comment.

Is the IRA exporting their terrorism to American soil?

MALE REPORTER: Come on, Ranger, give us a break.

TRIVETTE: A real feeding frenzy.

Did the sniper make a statement?

Yeah, he told me where I should go.

Cordell Walker, former Special Forces.

DPS graduate, top of his class.

Texas Ranger, 15 years.

A bullet's too good for him.

TRACY: The man next to him,

James Trivette.

Former professional athlete.

He's been in the service for three years.

Malloy's wife was accidentally killed by a British sniper.

Gavin Malloy tracks this kid down,

he kills him, then he kills his entire family.

People are afraid to talk.

We got no leads to the rest of the team.

Malloy had a visitor today,

a Father Charles Geary

from St. Patrick Brendan's Church.

I think I'll go talk to him.

TRACY: Uh, Alexandra Cahill.

Southern Methodist University graduate.

Assistant District Attorney, five years.

Good work, McLane. Aw, hell, an Irish lass.

What's she doing with the likes of them?

I thought we came here to kill Adam McGuire?

What the hell do these people have to do with that?

It's called homework, Ryan.

(BANGS ON GRATING)

They got me dad, and I'll die before I let him rot in prison.

Now, you shut your mouth!

We'll get him back, Derek.

Oh, boy, the phones are ringing off the hook.

The State Department wants to hold Malloy for federal terrorism charges,

and the British want to extradite him for crimes against the Crown.

It'll be interesting to see who wins. MALE REPORTER: Agent Fisher?

REPORTER 2: Can you tell us something, Agent Fisher?

I'm not prepared to answer any questions right now.

There'll be a press conference later today. We'll answer questions then.

This scares me, Walker.

If they get to McGuire, their war starts all over again.

Sort of ironic, isn't it?

The war moves from Belfast to Dallas.

Well, we'll just have to see that it ends here.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

FATHER GEARY: I'm sorry, Ranger. I'd like to help you, but I can't.

Then tell me what you know about Gavin Malloy.

I offered to hear his confession, that's all.

Did he accept?

That's God's business, not yours.

A lot of innocent people have died, Father,

so it does make it my business.

International terrorists?

IRA assassins?

Little out of my league, don't you think?

You tell me, Father.

Look, there's nothing unusual

about a man asking for a priest,

and a countryman, at that.

I hear confessions all day long.

That is my job,

to absolve people of their sins.

Well, Malloy's team is still out there,

and I've got to find them.

Then I'll pray for your success.

Excuse me.

TRACY: And that's when I saw

you shoot the man with the camera,

and I was running...

And the noise, it was so loud,

and I think I was screaming.

I've never seen someone shot before.

It was so horrible.

(SOBS) And I was so scared.

(SOBBING)

(SIGHS)

How was that?

(SIGHS) Damn Rangers.

Walker's the key, Derek.

The key to finding and killing Adam McGuire.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

I should've been with me dad.

He shouldn't have been there alone.

He carried all the weight.

All we did was

play bloody decoy.

For the love of Ireland, we'll get your father back.

I promise you.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

I want you to sign it up. WOMAN: Yeah, okay.

Irish-American courier?

Yes. I've only been here for three years.

I still haven't gotten rid of my accent yet.

I don't have a Southern drawl yet.

(CHUCKLES) Well, I like your accent.

Actually, my grandmother's from Ireland.

Really? What was her maiden name?

Hargrove. Agnes Hargrove.

Hmm.

Uh, Miss O'Neill, right?

Tracy O'Neill.

When you, uh, were listening to McGuire,

did you notice anything out of the ordinary?

Oh, no.

When Adam McGuire speaks, you don't really hear or see anything else.

How is he? How's he doing?

Ah, he's fine.

I was afraid he'd postpone his meetings here and go home after what happened.

No, I think he's going to stay.

Good.

FISHER: The Brits want him, but the State Department wants him too

so we're gonna put Malloy in the federal tank at Fort Sumner

while they fight it out.

TRIVETTE: The shooting happened on our turf.

We've still got a case to crack.

This ain't cattle rustling, Trivette.

Little out of your league.

Excuse me. I'm from Baltimore.

We don't have a hassle here. Excuse me.

I just think it's kind of stupid that we move the guy

until we know what's going on.

What's the problem? Ask Fisher.

Explain something to your partner here, Walker.

This is a federal court order

signed by a federal judge

entrusted to yours truly, and what do I expect?

I expect a little cooperation.

You'll get our cooperation, Agent Fisher,

but you should use our help.

FISHER: Hey, maybe we're not Texas Rangers,

but we can take care of business.

Anybody got a pen?

Cross your T's and dot your I's.

Thank you.

Sorry for the interruption.

Is she really FBI?

One of the best.

So you didn't notice anything, Miss O'Neill?

Well,

when the shooting started, I don't remember much of anything,

but then I saw you.

I saw you shoot the man with the camera,

and then I... I was running,

and the noise, it was so loud,

and I think I was screaming.

(VOICE CRACKING) I mean, I never saw someone shot before,

it was horrible.

I was so scared.

You okay? (TRACY EXHALES SHARPLY)

Yes, thank you.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

It just feels better talking about it.

I understand.

If I think of anything,

is there a way I can get in touch with you?

Yeah, sure. Here's my card.

Thank you, Ranger Walker.

TRIVETTE: You know, I'm not so sure

about McGuire hiding out in McCallum's office.

Do you honestly believe this place is safe now?

No place is safe from fanatics.

That's why we can't let anyone know he's here.

(HELICOPTER HOVERING)

(SIGHS)

Walker, Trivette.

Rangers, I can't thank you enough for what you did for me.

Gentlemen, please, have a seat here.

Now then, what can I do for you?

Can you tell us who's against your peace process?

That's a bit of a general question, Ranger.

We need to find a link to Gavin Malloy, sir.

We need names, Mr. McGuire.

I used to fight alongside Gavin Malloy,

and men just like him,

but some of us,

some of us got tired of the killing.

I understand the ones that didn't.

I don't know all their names, but I do understand them.

Well, give us the names you know.

We started throwing Molotovs and carrying guns when we were children.

These are hard, angry people,

and when Gavin Malloy lost his wife,

he and his son became the hardest and angriest of the lot.

Believe me, I understand their rage,

but killing is no way to heal it.

You said "his son."

What's his name?

Derek Malloy.

We have to assume he's part of the team.

Yeah.

Can you tell us who else might be?

I know you feel like you'd be betraying some folks you still respect, Adam,

but these boys can help.

(DEVICE BEEPS)

RYAN: I don't like this.

I don't like going up against the feds.

They're just suits with guns. Relax.

You sure they're coming this way?

I did my homework, Ryan.

I don't like it.

It doesn't feel right.

Why don't you say what's on your mind, huh?

Never mind. Forget it.

No, go on, Ryan.

Speak your mind.

We're all on the same side here.

Go ahead.

Look, you know I respect your father, Derek, but,

but, okay, I've got to say it.

He's over-the-hill.

Making mistakes.

He had all the time in the world to get his shot off and couldn't.

I could've taken out ten Adam McGuires,

and now we're risking our asses for the old man.

Well, I don't like it.

TRACY: You finished?

Yeah.

Somebody's got to speak the truth.

(GUN CLICKS) (GUNSHOT)

(GROANS)

Right.

What do you think you're doing, shooting your own?

You shut your gob.

(VEHICLES APPROACHING)

They're coming. Spread out!

WALKER: I thought you were smarter than that. TRIVETTE: What?

Arguing with a woman. Fisher.

Oh, man!

You know, she won.

TRIVETTE: She didn't win. WALKER: Yes, she did.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

(DEVICE BEEPS)

Ahh!

(GASPS, SCREAMS)

(ALL SHOUTING) Damn!

(GROANING)

(GUN FIRING)

Oh, my God!

Mayday. Mayday.

Mayday.

FISHER: (ON RADIO) Mayday, Unit 6. We're under attack.

Sumner Road and Travis Junction.

That's Fisher.

How far is that from here? About eight miles.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

You bitch.

(SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE)

♪ Ave Maria

♪ Gratia plena

♪ Maria Gratia plena

♪ Maria Gratia plena

♪ Ave Dominus tecum

♪ Dominus tecum ♪

I don't know if you know anything or not, Father,

but I want you to take a look at these.

That is Special Agent Fisher.

She didn't get a priest, Father.

She didn't get her last rites.

Now, do you know where Gavin Malloy is?

Even if I did, I couldn't break my vow.

How many innocent people have to die because of that vow?

What am I to do?

You'll have to look into your heart for that answer, Father.

(CHOIR CONTINUES SINGING)

Lab's been working all night.

Np prints, no trace, no nothing.

The State Department is up in arms,

and the British are threatening

to suspend the peace talks until this is cleared up.

WALKER: There's got to be a lead somewhere.

Trivette. They're probably halfway home by now.

The Malloys came over to kill McGuire.

They're not gonna leave until they do.

We got trouble, man.

McGuire's on his way to a protocol meeting with the British attache.

I thought he called that off. Called it back on.

Man's not following the rules, Walker.

They're coming in.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

I got them.

Damn Walker.

Patience.

Patience.

Walker, what are you doing here?

I thought we had an agreement.

If I go into custody, they win.

If you're dead, they win. I'm sorry.

McGuire.

(GRUNTS)

(GUN FIRES)

We missed. Come on, let's go.

(CLAMORING)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(CHUCKLING)

You can get off me now, pilgrim.

WALKER: I don't know what's so funny. You almost got your head blown off.

I've been shot at before in the head.

You're not supposed to be here.

ADAM: The press will have a grand day with this.

Great spot on the evening news.

Hardly worth your life, McGuire.

Look, Walker,

somewhere, somehow, someplace,

a bullet's going to find me.

And when it does it'll be another man or woman who will take my place.

You can't kill peace. You can only delay it.

Let's get on with it.

Trivette.

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

There you go, Dad.

Thank you, my dear heart.

Why don't you stay here?

Let us take care of McGuire.

Never!

I won't rest until Adam McGuire is dead.

Oh... Derek,

I'm gonna be fine.

I mean that, Son.

I promise you.

We shot Ryan.

We shouldn't have shot Ryan.

Since when does having a big mouth sign your death contract?

You, look at me!

Now, you keep your place, boyo.

You remember where you came from.

Remember your roots?

Oh, I do remember them. (DOOR OPENS)

I just wanna go home.

TRACY: We'll all be home soon enough.

This has got to stop.

In God's name, it just can't go on.

(LAUGHING HEARTILY)

You're getting soft, Father.

(SOUTHERN ACCENT) Leading the good life here in Dallas, Texas,

huh?

McGuire wants the killing to stop.

What is so terrible about that? (SCOFFS)

Adam McGuire wants the killing to stop, does he?

Well, then let him stop killing our soul, Father.

Let the great Adam McGuire stop destroying our spirit

with his peace of the damned,

and let all the sheep that flock together

to sign this devil's pact with the bloody Brits

be blown off a bloody cliff!

We'll have no part of it.

May God forgive you!

Your mother is doing very well, Charlie.

She asks about you.

Now, if you want to see your mom again in life,

you will remember your roots

and you will see this thing through to the end.

And if it's not for your love of Ireland,

think of it as your own personal cause,

Father.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Walker.

RECEPTIONIST: There's a call from McGuire on line one. Put him on.

I've got a couple of names for you.

Terry McLane, systems man.

He might've hooked up with the Malloys in the past few months.

The other name

is Jack Childers.

He's the son of a close friend.

Ranger, he's just a lad.

If he's with them, I'd appreciate it if you could do whatever you can

to keep him alive. I'll do what I can.

I thank you.

Bye.

Trivette? Yeah?

I've got a couple of names here.

Put faces to them, will you?

(PHONE BEEPS) Walker.

RECEPTIONIST: Walker, I've got Tracy O'Neill on line two.

Put her on.

TRACY: I've been talking to some of my friends in the Irish community,

and, well,

they had some pretty interesting things to say

about the whole terrorist situation.

I'd love to talk to you about it.

Sure. Go ahead. Oh,

well, actually, I was planning on ordering some Chinese,

and, well, I live alone,

and, well, usually a lot of it goes to waste.

Is that an invitation?

Only if you call me Tracy.

How about 8:00?

I'll see you at 8:00, Tracy. Great,

great.

I'm at 3801

Silvercrest, Apartment C.

I'll be there.

What's up?

(SIGHS) Maybe nothing,

and then on the other hand, maybe something.

He went for it.

(CHUCKLES) How could he resist? Hmm?

Jane, you best be careful.

I'd sleep with Satan for Ireland.

There's a split in the community

when it comes to the peace process.

Some of them believe that peace without victory is like defeat,

like spitting on the graves of the loved ones who've died,

and other people think that Adam McGuire is a saint.

And what do you think?

Oh, I... I think if I could learn how to eat with chopsticks...

Here, let me show you.

Okay.

The first one goes between the thumb and the forefinger there.

And this one goes right there.

It's just like holding a pencil, like this.

Like this?

Looking for this? Bastard.

How did you know?

Your performance was a little weak.

You're under arrest. Let's go.

(YELLS) Kill him!

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(GUNSHOTS CONTINUE)

(KEYBOARD CLICKING)

WALKER: No, no, Trivette, I said full lips.

(KEYBOARD CLICKING) (COMPUTER BEEPS)

Ah. That's better.

Make her nose smaller.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

That's it. That's her.

Holy buckets, what a looker.

And you were doing what when she went for the knife?

I was doing my duty, Trivette.

(PHONE BEEPS)

Yeah, Trivette. RECEPTIONIST: Call for Walker.

He's right here.

Hello?

Walker.

Ranger, I've got to see you right away.

(OVER WIRETAP) God help my mother,

but I can't hide the Malloys any longer.

He's talking to the Ranger.

Too bad.

Listen to this.

ADAM: (ON RECORDING) Ranger, he's just a lad.

If he's with them, I'd appreciate it if you could do whatever you can

to keep him alive.

WALKER ON RECORDING: I'll do what I can.

That call came from McCallum's office.

We got him.

Where we going?

St. Patrick Brendan's Church.

All right.

Father Geary?

He's dead.

(GUN COCKING) He said he couldn't hide the Malloys anymore.

Check around.

(DOOR CREAKING)

Walker, there's a basement.

They left in a hurry.

They know where McGuire is.

This will be the most difficult point for the British to concede.

Oh, I agree, Adam.

Now, what about this item number seven?

(POWER SHUTTING DOWN)

(SECURITY ALARM RINGING)

They're here.

It's dead.

(RADIO STATIC)

There's nothing but fuzz.

They're jamming. Any weapons here?

I'm Irish. Right here in the top drawer.

Chief?

There's no response from the front gate, sir.

I've sent men to check the generators.

All right. Well, give me your pistol and go see what's going on.

Yes, sir.

We've got to get out of your office.

It's a dead end.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

All right, follow me.

(MEN GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOTS)

(MEN GROANING)

(INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MEN GROANING)

McLane, cover the stairs.

(VEHICLE APPROACHING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(CAR DOOR OPENS)

(CAR DOOR CLOSES)

All the power's out.

(GUNSHOT)

Up the stairs.

(PANTING)

Go!

This way.

(GRUNTS)

KENNETH: Huh?

Kenneth!

Tell McLane,

find McGuire. Right.

Go.

Now, go.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

(OBJECTS CLATTERING)

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING) It's the kid. Find McGuire.

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey. (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(STRAINING)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(ROARS)

(BONES CRUNCH)

(GROANS)

Oh...

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

GAVIN: Hey.

ADAM: Malloy.

(PANTING)

McGuire,

we were once on the same side.

But killing isn't the answer.

Ah, yeah...

But killing you is.

(GRUNTS)

(GASPING)

(GROANING)

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

(SIGHS WEARILY)

Sorry, old friend.

JANE: Malloy!

(JANE PANTING)

Get in.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

Texas Rangers. Freeze.

DEREK: Come on, let's go.

(PANTING)

(GUN FIRES) (GRUNTS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECH)

OFFICER: Let's go!

Troops, we have Rangers inside. Be careful.

Go, men, go.

(ALL SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(PANTING)

Jane, Derek, give it up.

There's no way out.

Derek,

your father's dead.

No more killing.

Dead?

Me dad's dead?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

No!

All we ever wanted was to make things better. Yeah.

He died for his cause.

You don't have to.

I love you, Derek Malloy.

♪ Where true lovers meet

Let's go home.

♪ Where true lovers meet

♪ Down beneath the green tree

♪ And Mary, fond Mary

♪ She says unto her true love

♪ You have stolen my young heart

♪ On the Banks of the Lee

Let's do it.

♪ I loved her very dearly

♪ Most truly and sincerely

♪ But we were forever pardoned

♪ By the Banks of the Lee ♪

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

♪ 'Cause the eyes of the Ranger are upon you

♪ Any wrong you do he's gonna see

♪ When you're in Texas, look behind you

♪ 'Cause that's where the Ranger's gonna be ♪