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MAN 1: Come on! Come on, push it.

Come on, let's do it.

Come on, don't be a girl. Let's do it, come on.

Let's do it, big boy.

Come on, it's all you, it's all you. Let's do it.

I told you about this place.

MAN: Come on, get another one.

MAN 2: Yo, Billy. Oh, big man.

Billy!

What's going on, man? Good to see you, man.

These are my friends I was telling you about,

you know, the superstar.

Tommy Landers. That's right. How are you doing?

Pete Brockman. What's up, dawg?

Good to see you. I remember you guys kicking butt on South Central.

You were all over the field. What'd you get, 13, 14 receptions?

Thirteen. Yeah, and a TD.

You saw that? Oh, you're damn right I did.

The big man. I think those boys at South Central

are still havin' nightmares about you.

You ended up gettin', what, three or four touchdowns?

Uh, it was three, but, you know, it could've been four.

Oh, that's right, yeah.

You broke long in the third quarter,

but couldn't quite pull away from Jimbo Johnson.

That's right. That's right, man, Jimbo.

Dang, man, he can play.

That's right. He says the same thing about you.

Nah. You know Jimbo?

Oh, he's a buddy of mine. Damn right. Yeah.

You know, he got a full ride up state.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Yeah. Really?

What, you think stuff like this just happens?

Uh...

(SCOFFS) I mean...

No? No.

But what are we gonna do?

We gonna talk, we gonna dance? What are we gonna do, huh?

Let's get to it, brother. Let's get down.

I'm gonna step into my office.

You guys, make yourself at home.

It's the same old story, guys.

The biggest mistake young guys make

is thinkin' the playing field is level.

I wish it was. I really do, but it's not.

Unless you want to be the kind of guys that bring a knife to a gunfight,

you're gonna have to face reality.

You got to do the math.

You got thousands of high schools,

you got 111 Division I college teams,

30 NFL teams.

You got tens of thousands of guys, all dreamin' the dream.

Very few live it.

You know how to separate dreamers from doers?

Right here, guys. Commitment. You want to go all the way?

You want to go all the way, you got to be willing to go all the way.

First shot will be on me.

It's a powerball, steroids and speed.

What do you say?

Come on, boys. Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen.

Come on! You can do it! Let's go!

(GRUNTS)

MAN: Come on, superstar, push it!

Push it, come on!

You think you're strong now, you just wait a month.

Come on, push it! Come on, let's keep at it!

Come on! Push it!

Come on! Don't stop now! Let's go!

Let's go! Come on!

Come on! Are you gonna get big?

Huh? You gonna get big or get small? Come on!

(KEY CLICKS)

(ENGINE STARTS, REVS)

(TIRES SCREECH)

(LAUGHING)

(WHOOPS)

(HORN BLARING)

(TIRES SCREECH) (HONKING)

(LAUGHS)

All right!

(HORN BLARES)

Whoo!

(SCREAMING) (TRUCK HORN HONKS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO)

(STEAM HISSING)

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

(SCREAMS) Oh, no!

No! No, that's my son!

(SOBBING) That's my son!

Petey! Oh, my God!

(SOBBING) Oh, no!

Oh, no! Do something!

For God's sake, do something!

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

What've we got, Kim?

Well, we'll run some tests,

but it looks like another powerball.

Another one? Yeah.

That's four in six weeks.

Yeah, this combination of anabolic steroids and methamphetamines

is becoming a real phenomenon.

Especially among high school students.

What these kids don't realize is they're playing with a time bomb.

Walker, we gotta put a stop to it.

You're right.

I've got an idea.

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

GIRL: Get ready, get set, go!

BOY: Come on, Tommy!

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING ON STEREO)

(ALL CHEERING) BOY: All right, Tommy!

Hey, Billy. Hey, what's up, man?

Where's our teacher?

I don't know. I heard she was gonna be absent.

(MUSIC STOPS) BOY: Hey, what are you doin'?

Good morning.

My name is Mr. Walker.

I'm your substitute teacher.

(THEME MUSIC 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 *

Hey, well, what if we don't want you as our teacher?

Well, you don't have much of a choice.

Now, sit down.

Ooh.

I said, take a seat.

Okay.

(LAUGHTER)

Where do you want me to take it?

Well, you could take it to the principal's office.

STUDENTS: Ooh.

Uh, never mind.

Then sit.

(STUDENTS MOCKING)

STUDENTS: Woof! Woof! Woof!

GIRL: Sit, doggy! Sit, doggy!

Hey, you know what, you better watch it, teach.

You know, I got a black belt.

Well, good. Maybe it'll hold your pants up.

(LAUGHTER)

You know, you don't know who you're messin' with.

(GROANS)

And neither do you.

Hey, you can't do that.

If you want to report this,

I'll write you a pass to the principal's office.

Nah, I ain't gonna report nothin'.

But trust me, this ain't over.

It better be.

(MUTTERING) All right, everyone...

Open your books to page 172.

Hey, Walker.

How's it goin', Danny?

To think I survived the DPS Academy

just to get sent back to high school.

It's goin' kind of slow.

I mean, I've only been in the class a couple of days,

but I don't want to come on too strong. Good idea.

Think I might have scored a few points in class today, though.

I think you did. (CHUCKLES)

Hey, come on. I want you to meet my brother.

Okay. I gotta drop this off.

Hi, boy. (SQUEAKING)

I love you, Gordon.

DANNY: Hey, Joey!

Hey, big brother. Hey, Danny.

This is the man I was tellin' you about.

Mr. Walker? That's right.

Mr. Walker, this is my big brother, Joey.

He's a custodian here at the school.

Nice to meet you, Joey.

It's nice to meet you, too.

Joey, show him what you found.

I found this in the boys' locker room

when I was moppin' the floor.

And I didn't touch it, neither.

Oh, I saw on TV how you're never supposed to touch...

Evidence.

That's right, the evidence.

I'm sorry, Mr. Walker.

Sometimes my brain don't work so good.

Well, you did real good, Joey.

(MOUSE SQUEAKING)

Joey, I I... I know.

Sometimes he just gets so lonely at home.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey.

Hey, teach.

Have the lab run a test on this.

Absolutely. I'll cross-check it with the autopsies

from Pete Brockman and the other powerball cases.

You want to grab somethin' to eat when you're done?

I can't. Why not?

Homework. Ugh.

Ah, thanks, Christy.

(SIGHING) Oh, man, oh, man.

This is your homework from yesterday.

And this is what I think of it.

(STUDENTS MURMURING) Hey, yo, teach.

You don't just throw it in the trash can.

(CHUCKLING) We got a recyclin' bin.

(LAUGHTER)

Classwork is an opportunity to show how much you know,

not how little you care.

From now on, if your classwork is incomplete,

I don't want to see it.

Man, Ms. Mancuso was happy if we just handed something in.

Do I look like Ms. Mancuso?

Nah, she just had a mustache.

You have a whole beard.

What do you care, anyways?

I'm your teacher. I'm supposed to care.

(SCOFFS) You ain't no real teacher.

He's right, man. We ain't stupid.

BILLY: You're a substitute,

which rhymes with prostitute.

(LAUGHTER) DANNY: Yeah, just like a pro,

man, you're just in it for the dough.

Yeah, so tell you what, Mr. Walker, let's make a deal.

You don't bother us, we don't bother you.

Well, I tell you what. No deal.

Now, open your books to page 179.

BOY: Whoa! (LAUGHTER)

Who wants to read first?

(SCHOOL BELL RINGS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

GIRL: Mr. Walker?

Nina, isn't it? Yes, sir.

Um, thanks for caring. You're welcome.

Hey, Nina. Come on, let's go.

Let's go.

TRIVETTE: Toxicology report from the lab.

Drugs found in the locker room at the high school

are an exact match for the drugs

found on Pete Brockman and the other three guys.

That means it's a single distributor.

Spreadin' that junk all over the city.

We've gotta find 'em.

Where's your homework? I don't do homework.

In this class, everyone does homework.

Not me.

You're that "Let's make a deal" guy, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Well, I'll tell you what, I've changed my mind.

I'm ready to make a deal. You arm wrestle?

(CHUCKLES)

Yeah, a little.

Okay, one shot. You pin me, no homework.

Wait a minute. What about the rest of the class?

All right. If he pins me,

no one does homework.

(EXCITED MURMURING) But if I pin him,

you all do your homework every day.

Deal? Deal.

Deal?

ALL: Deal. GIRL: Yeah.

Let's do it. Let's do it.

I'll start it. BOY: All right, Tommy.

Come on, Tommy. Let's go, Tommy.

No homework, guys. Don't sweat it.

You sure about this, Mr. Walker?

I'm sure. How about you?

Let's do it.

Get ready...

Get set... Go!

(STUDENTS CHEERING)

You got him! You got him! You got him!

Oh, come on, Tommy.

Come on! Come on, Tommy!

(CHEERING CONTINUES)

Come on! You gotta go the other way! Come on!

Come on!

(STUDENTS GROANING)

Excuse me, Mr. Walker, but I thought this was a history class?

It is. And he's history.

(STUDENTS LAUGHING)

Well, homework for everybody.

Billy's the one I've gotten close to.

So I asked him how's he gettin' so buffed.

What'd he say?

Magic. So I asked to meet the magician.

MAN: Yo, Billy.

Tony, Jake. How you guys doin'?

Bein' the best don't come cheap, Billy.

Where's the money?

Look, guys, I'll get you the money. I will.

You guys got to believe me.

I just need some more time. We've given you time.

Now we're gonna give you somethin' else.

You even touch me and I'll talk to...

(YELLING)

(BILLY GRUNTING)

Billy?

Yo, Billy?

Hey, Billy?

Oh, man.

MICK: Idiots.

Idiots.

He owed me three grand.

Guys, that's $3,000.

Listen, Mick, it wasn't our fault. What are you talkin' about?

What do you mean, not your fault? Huh?

We went in there, we were gonna lean on the kid,

and then he got stupid. Wonderful.

The other kid, what's his name?

Uh... Tommy.

Tommy Landers, okay.

I want you to track him down,

I want you to talk to him. I mean "talk to him."

I want you to collect what he owes me.

I don't want to ever see him again.

Do you understand me? Do you understand me now?

Good. Get outta my sight.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BOY: Come on, Tommy!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES)

Hi. Hi.

You must be Mr. Walker. I'm Mary Wilson.

Yeah, the testing coordinator.

Yeah, I got your memo.

You got my memo? You read it?

The kids are right. You are different.

It's really a shame about Billy Cochran.

How are they taking it?

Well, maybe too well.

I know what you mean.

Living in this neighborhood,

they just get too used to people dying.

Uh, Mary, we're due in the counseling office.

Okay.

I just wanted to know how many applications

you'll need for the advanced placement test?

Well, I've got 23 students, so I'll need 23 applications.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, right.

(CHATTER CONTINUES)

Hey, hey, hey... Come on!

Come on, what's the matter with you?

Hey, back off!

In case you hadn't noticed,

those are definitely not the best students.

All right, guys, break it up.

Break it up! Break it up!

Play basketball.

(BOYS MUTTERING)

Like I said, I'll need 23 applications.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(ALL CHEERING)

All right, everyone, pass your homework forward.

Thank you.

Thanks.

I thought we had a deal.

We did.

Okay...

Let's see a show of hands of everyone planning

on taking the advanced placement test.

Don't all raise your hands at the same time.

You're talkin' about the AP test.

Are you trippin' or what, man?

TOMMY: Mr. Walker, those tests, I mean, they're for smart people.

And you know what the opposite of smart is, right?

That'd be us.

Well, you may not be the best students,

but it's not because you're dumb.

Then why is it?

It's because you're afraid.

"Afraid"? What do you mean, "afraid"?

Afraid of what? Afraid to fail.

Playing dumb is the safe way.

Letting people know you're smart,

now, that takes guts.

So...

Do I have any gutsy students in here?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I can't believe you're still using them.

Powerballs are my ticket outta here.

All-Conference this season, college next year,

and then straight to the NFL.

But you don't need them. You're a good athlete.

Yeah, Nina, I'm a good athlete.

But what if I'm not good enough?

Then you'll do something else.

See, you don't see that there is nothing else!

Excuse me. Nina.

Nina!

What's goin' on?

All right, here's the deal, superstar.

We want our money, and then we don't ever want to see your face again.

Wait, you guys are cuttin' me off? You can't do that.

TONY: It's already done.

But Mick controls the supply to the whole city.

I mean, how am I supposed to get my stuff?

Well, that sounds like a personal problem.

You saw what happened to Billy. Is there a problem, Tommy?

No, Mr. Walker, there's no problem.

And if there was a problem, you gonna do somethin' about it?

Everything okay, Mr. Walker?

Yeah, everything's fine, Joey.

I'll be seein' you.

What was that all about?

It was nothin'.

Bigger...

Bigger...

So, how's it goin'?

(SIGHS) Well, I tell you what,

being a teacher is not easy.

Motivating these kids to study...

Well, it's a tough age

and a tough time to be that age.

But if anybody can do it, you can.

Thanks.

You want to help me grade papers?

(CHUCKLES) Sure.

So, what are we studying?

History. Hmm.

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

What do you want? Hey, you know what we want.

And we're tired of asking.

And now we're telling you, eh?

You're tellin'? Forget you, chato.

Hey, don't you walk away from me! (SCREAMS)

You gonna get away? Get the door, man.

No! No!

(SCREAMS)

WALKER: Hey! Let her go!

Back off. Mr. Walker.

Who the hell is this?

I'm her teacher.

Oh, yeah? Hey, Mr. Teacher here.

Well, teach this.

(GROANS)

Hey, teach! (SWITCHBLADE CLICKS)

You want some of this, eh? Come on.

Put it down. I don't want to have to hurt you.

Come on, vato.

Orale,man, let's see what you got, hey?

Now, get out of here.

Get in that car and outta here.

Go on!

Get in the car, man!

(THUGS CHATTERING)

Are you okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

Let me take you home. Okay.

What was that all about?

They've been trying to get me in a gang

since I was 12 years old.

Why didn't you join?

Because of the initiation.

The initiation?

Yeah, the initiation.

You have to have sex with all the gang members.

It's not my way, man.

Well, I have to give you credit

for standing up for yourself like that.

Sure wish you'd stand up for yourself in class.

NINA: These three huge guys came out of nowhere

and grabbed me and tried to put me in this car,

and they were huge, they were like 300 pounds,

and then here comes Mr. Walker out of nowhere,

and it was like Jackie Chan. I swear, he, like,

threw them up against the wall Here he comes.

Good morning, everyone. STUDENTS: Good morning.

Well, I graded your papers last night,

and I am one happy camper. BOY: Yeah, all right.

Because I don't have to throw them in the trash can.

(LAUGHTER AND APPLAUSE)

Hey, Mr. Walker.

Nina told us what you did last night.

Yeah, man, my worst nightmare:

a teacher with a black belt.

(LAUGHTER) Mr. Walker, could you, um...

I don't know, teach us some of that stuff?

(CAR DOOR CLOSES, ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

So you all wanna learn the martial arts?

(STUDENTS AGREEING)

Okay, I tell you what. I'll make you a deal.

(STUDENTS GROANING)

To anyone who is willing to sign up for the advanced placement test,

I'll give lessons.

Any takers?

Attagirl, Nina. Anyone else?

BOY: I'll go.

GIRL: I'll try it. BOY: I'll do it.

Tommy?

Come on, Tommy.

Good.

All right, I'll meet you in the gym after school.

Joey, have you seen your brother?

He wasn't in class today.

Uh, no.

But I wouldn't worry, Mr. Walker,

he's real smart.

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING)

(PHONE RINGS)

Trivette.

Hi, it's me.

Have you heard from Danny?

No. Why?

He wasn't in class today.

I'll see if I can track him down.

This is a private call.

MICK: Wake up time. Wake up.

There you go. You okay?

Now, who are you?

I'm a student. At Midtown High School.

Well, what are you doing here taking pictures?

I work for the school paper.

I'm doing a story on the football team.

MICK: Football?

Okay, well, we'll see if you're telling the truth.

Tony?

Come on, relax, sweetie.

It's not gonna hurt too bad.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, sweetie.

Okay, okay. That's enough.

That's enough.

You, uh, got anything else you wanna add?

I'm all ears. (CHUCKLING)

All right, dispatch log says he ran a license plate

for a yellow Nova Super Sport.

Personalized LP.

Boy Ida George George Edward Robert.

"Bigger."

Yeah, it belongs to a Tony Delfina.

He works for Devil's Gym down off Stemmons.

I'll go check it out.

Well, I'm free till 3:30. I'll meet you there.

All right.

Now you can have it.

(GRUNTING) Everything cool?

(GRUNTING)

Say, the teacher from the high school's here.

Get rid of him.

(GRUNTING)

I'm looking for Tony Delfina.

He ain't here.

Where is he?

Oh, I don't know.

Do I look like his secretary?

Mind if I take a look around?

Yeah, I do.

Now, beat it, punk.

Don't do that.

What, that?

(GRUNTS)

Let me ask you again.

(CAR STARTS)

Mind if I take a look around?

No, go ahead.

(GROANING)

There's a guy inside. Book him.

What for? Lying.

Kick.

And kick.

Kick.

Remember to keep the hands up.

Always protect your upper body. Ready...

Kick, jab.

Leave the right hand up to protect you.

Shoot the left hand in the face, right to the chin.

Aim right for the jaw.

Kick, jab, back.

Kick, jab.

Punch, kick!

Jab, punch!

Kick, jab, punch!

Kick, jab, punch!

Punch! Atta--

Now hold it, your wrist.

If you hit here, my jaw might break,

as well as your hand. Now all on your own...

(WALKER SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

Colin, don't move. You come into here,

you kicked, you jabbed, and you punched.

And he blocked out of the way from here.

As he blocked from here,

you're gonna hit him with the right foot across the head.

So as he does, you kick, jab, punch,

and as you throw the punch here,

right across the hip.

Jab, punch, kick. (KIDS GRUNT)

Kick, cross.

Jab, punch, kick. (GRUNTS)

I'm gonna go in a circular motion.

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

Kick, jab, punch.

Kick, jab, punch.

Kick, jab.

Perfect.

Good! That's what you do.

You come up here, across.

That's it. That's it.

I've taught you some kicking and punching techniques,

but many times you can get into a situation where they won't work,

such as a grappling situation where someone grabs you.

What's a common grab, Tommy?

Headlock. Would you come forward?

Okay, let's say Tommy gets me into a headlock.

Get me in a headlock, Tommy. Right in here, all right?

Now, there's no leverage for me to get any power in my punches or kicks,

so I have to use something else.

Yeah, Mr. Walker, I don't mean any disrespect here or anything,

but there's no way you're getting out of this.

You don't want to bet, do you, Tommy?

No, I learned my lesson on that before,

but you're still not getting out.

All right, now, there's nerve centers

in different parts of your body.

Now, if you aim for those nerves,

you can put a lot of pressure and a lot of pain.

One of the areas is right underneath the chin, right here.

Now, if I put my thumb there and apply pressure...

TOMMY: Ow, Mr. Walker! (CHUCKLING)

That's one.

I'll show you another one, Tommy.

(LAUGHS)

My favorite, from here,

is coming underneath the nose...

Oh! ...and pull his face right down.

(LAUGHTER) BOY: Whoo!

That's another nerve area

right underneath the nose here.

Works, huh? Yeah.

Thank you, Tommy.

All right, who's next?

BOY: Not me.

(NERVOUS LAUGHTER) WALKER: Sea of hands.

(TIRES SCREECH)

BOY: They called an ambulance! The dude's been hurt bad!

(SIREN APPROACHING)

JOEY: Danny! Danny!

Danny, wake up!

Danny. Help him!

Danny, wake up!

WALKER: Here, let me through.

Danny, wake up!

WALKER: Joey, come on. Joey. JOEY: Wake him up!

Let him go. Come on. Come on, Joey. Come on, come on.

No!

He'll be all right. He'll be okay.

What's wrong with him?

WALKER: He'll be all right.

JOEY: He's hurt.

Doctor. Excuse me.

Any word on Danny O'Bannon?

Can I see my brother now?

Your brother's been hurt pretty bad, Mr. O'Bannon.

Yeah. Can I see him now?

He's still unconscious.

Yeah, but can I see him?

Nurse.

Take Mr. O'Bannon to his brother's room.

How is he?

There was significant internal bleeding

and swelling of the cerebral cortex.

Is he gonna make it?

I don't know.

Excuse me.

You're looking at a pretty big beef,

but you help us out and you help yourself.

(CHUCKLES)

I already told you. I ain't talking.

Well, I got four dead kids, I got one undercover cop

who's lying in a coma down at Methodist.

If you wanna buy this whole package, that's fine with me, Jake.

With your looks and your build,

your lack of intelligence,

incarceration's gonna be a lousy way to spend the rest of your life.

You ain't got nothing on me.

'Cause if you did,

you wouldn't be asking me all these questions.

Now, would you?

(GRUNTING)

So...

What are we gonna do about Jake?

Well, Tony, I wouldn't worry about Jake.

Cops don't have anything on him.

He'll be out of jail soon.

Long as he keeps his mouth shut, right?

Gotta keep that mouth shut, huh?

Yeah. Come on.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Thank you.

So, I guess I'm out of here.

Jake, what are your fingerprints doing

all over the locker room at the high school?

That's how you deliver the drugs to the kids.

So now you can fry for this or you can start talking.

Jake gave up Tony Delfina

and a guy at the gym named Mick Stanley.

They're talking about taking out Tommy next.

Tommy?

(DIALING)

(LINE RINGING) WOMAN: Hello?

Mrs. Landers? This is Mr. Walker, Tommy's teacher.

Is he home? He's at school with Nina. Is something wrong?

No, nothing's wrong. Thank you very much.

He and Nina stayed after school to study.

NINA: This is your test application.

Come on, Nina, give me a break.

You know I'm no good at that stuff.

How do you know unless you try?

You know, and besides, you gave your word to Mr. Walker.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

Yeah, it means something to me, but...

MICK: Tommy! We gotta talk, buddy. Come here.

Just go!

Just wanna talk to you, Tommy.

Hey, hey, hey. Where are you going there, huh?

Oh, whoa, there. Come on.

Tommy, what were you running from me for? Aren't we friends anymore?

No, we're not friends, Mick!

She's pretty, too. Very pretty.

Why don't you take Tommy to the locker room, boys?

Well, the way I see it,

you two sweeties got in a fight here,

and he accidentally broke your precious little neck,

and then you fell into remorse,

and you decided to cook up a hot shot of meth, and you took your life.

Kind of gives us a little feel of Romeo and Juliet, don't you think?

(SCREAMS) Shut up.

Come on, Mick, you don't have to do this, all right?

It's between me and you.

You shut up! Look, look, Tommy.

Tommy, I wish it was that easy. I really do.

But the thing is, she knows, man. She knows.

You know what they say.

A little bit of knowledge is a very dangerous thing,

so why don't you just give me your arm here...

Settle. Tommy, Tommy. No!

Get his arm. Pull his sleeve up, right now.

Get his sleeve up. NINA: Leave him alone!

TRIVETTE: Hey! Texas Rangers.

(GROANS)

Hey, Ranger, come on!

Oh, that feels good!

Come on. (GRUNTS)

(CHUCKLING)

What, is that all you got?

Stop that! You're hurting him!

(GROANS)

Come on, come on, come on.

(GRUNTS)

(GROANS)

Hey, Danny. Hey, Joey.

Hey, guy. Hey, Walker.

How you feeling? Good.

Doctor said I'll be getting out of here pretty soon.

Good.

Uh, what's in the bag?

Well, I thought you might get lonely here without me.

So I brought you little Gordy to keep you company.

(CHUCKLES) Thanks, Joe.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS) I tried to tell you.

Those losers will never show up for this test.

Excuse me.

Good morning.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Where's Tommy?

TOMMY: Mr. Walker.

* '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 *