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[MUSIC PLAYING]

SALVATORE MATACIO: Check this out.

[MATACIO LAUGHS]

You're very good at this, Nicholas.

Fine hand-eye coordination.

Make it go faster, huh?

NICHOLAS: It'd handle better

if you hadn't stuck that wad of gum under it.

Well, that wad of gum is C-4.

C-4? Mmm.

What does it do?

You're about to find out.

Nicholas, nobody ever learned anything

by being told.

They learn by example and by experience.

[CHUCKLES]

Here.

[BEEPS]

What's this?

What did I just say?

I'm not going to tell you.

Just push the button.

What'll happen? You'll see.

But I don't want to--

Push the damn button.

[BEEPS]

BODYGUARD: Jeez, boss, how about a little warning?

What did you do that for?

It was my favorite racer.

Because this is also a lesson

in not becoming attached to things.

It's a sign of weakness, Nicholas.

It gives your enemy an avenue of attack.

What enemy? I loved that racer.

Mommy gave it to me.

Nicholas, you're in my world, now.

Your mother isn't.

And for the last time, crying is not acceptable.

[GASPS]

BODYGUARD: Hey, Garry, grab him!

Nicholas!

MATACIO: Garry, get my son!

[MEN YELLING]

Get him! Get him!

WOMAN: Hyah!

Yah!

Oh!

MATACIO: He's getting away!

What's the matter with you guys?

You let a girl do your job!

You call Loomis!

I want those clowns found!

I want their ears on my desk tomorrow by noon!

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Are you okay? Yeah, yeah.

He's okay. He's just roughed up.

Hey, that's life.

He was almost kidnapped.

Yeah, well, that's part of the territory.

Um... you, uh,

you handle yourself very well.

Well, thank you.

It's growing up on the south side of Houston, I guess.

Teaching in inner-city schools.

You're a teacher, huh? Mmm-hmm.

You a good teacher?

I try to be.

Teach here in Dallas?

No. Houston, 3rd ward.

Ah. Rough neighborhood.

Mmm, I know.

I'm actually up here interviewing for another job.

This job, how much do they pay you,

uh, 40,000?

Oh, no. Try 18,000.

[LAUGHS]

[SIGHS] That's terrible.

That's terrible.

I can't believe that.

Um, I'll tell you what, uh,

I'll pay you 100,000.

A hundred thousand?

Yeah.

And you'll only have one student. Nicholas here.

A hundred thousand a year?

Yeah, yeah. If you check out.

Check out?

Well, you'll have to live in my house.

One can't be too careful these days.

Uh, well, mister, uh...

Oh, I'm Salvatore Matacio.

At your service.

And this is my son Nicholas.

Hi. Hi.

Well, [CHUCKLES]

Well, Mr. Matacio,

I think you just hired yourself a teacher.

Yeah.

If you check out.

So, um...

What was your name? Linda Justin.

MATACIO: Tell me about yourself,

Miss Linda Justin.

You're from Houston, you said? LINDA: Yes.

All right, there's the signal. Looks like he went for it.

So far, so good.

That's easy for you to say.

She didn't have to hit me that hard. [SIGHS]

[WHISPERING] Let's go.

[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 *

TRIVETTE: We think his office

is in the back on the second floor

at the top of these stairs.

That's where his main computer should be,

so if you can get alone with it,

attach this portable hard drive

to the serial port at the back of his computer.

Insert this into the three and a half inch drive,

type in "A-install 631."

Six thirty-one?

This is a specially encoded control disc.

Six thirty-one is the access code to activate two gigs

of hidden memory in the detachable drive.

So, between 'em both,

we should be able to turbo-capture

everything he's got on his hard drive.

How long will it take?

You're gonna need at least 15 minutes.

[DOOR OPENS]

Angela says she's never been inside

a real Texas Ranger's office before.

Hi, Mommy.

Hi, baby.

Okay, Angela,

We need to talk for a minute. [SIGHS]

I have to go away for a little while,

and I couldn't come home and say good-bye.

That's why Miss Cahill brought you here.

Are you gonna catch bad people?

Yes.

Please don't get killed, okay?

Okay.

I promise.

Ooh.

TRIVETTE: We got you set up at a local motel

under your new name.

I'm afraid it's not 4-star.

LINDA: But necessary for my cover.

Yeah. You okay with that?

Yeah. I really want to bust this guy.

Yes!

Thank your friends in Justice.

Matacio's security hit every piece of info

we hung on the line.

Loomis, Ex-CIA.

Very thorough.

Yeah, but we got all the bases covered.

ALEX: I hope so.

I don't have to remind you what happened to the Fed

who went undercover with Matacio last year.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

May we come in?

Um... I didn't think I was gonna hear from you again.

Excuse me.

What do you think you're doing?

Relax, Miss Justin. He's just doing his job.

What's with the computer?

We've come a long way since chalk and blackboards.

Did you check me out yet?

Of course.

No small wonder why you're looking for work.

Oh?

Mmm-hmm.

Breaking that coach's nose

wasn't exactly a brilliant career move.

He should've kept his athletic equipment in his locker.

I like your style, Miss Justin.

So, um, the job is still yours, if you want it.

What kind of businessman did you say you were?

I didn't.

She's clean.

You want the job or not?

When do I start?

You just did.

TRIVETTE: You betcha. Thanks.

That was the motel stakeout.

Bobbie left in Matacio's limo,

suitcase on board.

She's in. [SIGHS IN RELIEF]

That's the easy part.

BOBBIE: [GASPS] I've seen smaller train stations.

[CHUCKLES] Better than crowded hallways, no?

Where's Nicholas?

In his room, where he belongs.

[SIGHS] It is just not gonna work out

with that kid being around all the time, Sal.

I mean, he's either hungry, or he's moping around.

Do I look like a wet nurse?

Who's this?

The solution.

Linda Justin, I'd like you to meet

my wife, Rebecca.

Linda is Nicholas' new, uh,

live-in tutor.

She'll keep him out of your hair.

Well, I certainly hope so, Sal,

because that kid is driving me nuts.

I don't know why we have to have him around, anyway.

Because he's the future of the Matacio name.

You have a problem with that? [MOANS]

No, Sal, sweetheart.

I just don't want him coming between us,

that's all.

He won't.

Now, Linda is here for one purpose,

to give Nicholas a proper education.

Now, she's in charge of that.

I expect you to give it every chance.

Sure, Sal. Mmm.

Anything you say.

So nice to meet you.

Thank you.

MATACIO: Um, let's get you settled in.

We'll find Nicholas.

And no reason why lessons can't begin right away, huh?

I want her checked out, Tom.

I already did.

Well, check deeper.

She doesn't smell right.

WALKER: There's his ex-wife.

Mrs. Matacio?

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

We'd like to talk to you.

I don't have anything to say to you, Ranger Walker.

We know that your ex-husband has Nicholas now.

Thanks to his high-priced lawyers,

but it doesn't change anything.

I still can't talk to you.

Look, the only way you're gonna get your son back

is if we put Matacio away.

ALEX: And you can help us make that happen.

You were married to him for 8 years.

You know a lot,

and of course we're offering you protective custody.

[SCOFFS]

Are you going to protect everyone I know, Miss Cahill?

I have family in Idaho,

friends in Arizona,

and he knows right where they live.

[SCOFFS] Please. You know how it works.

But Mrs. Matacio--

It's Brower now, Miss Cahill.

Dana Brower.

I went back to my maiden name last year,

after I lost the final court battle for Nicky.

You should do this for Nicky.

I amdoing this for Nicky.

You don't know what kind of man you're dealing with.

Now, please, just leave me alone.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Nine times seven-- 63.

Mm-hm. Nine times eight is 72.

Mm-hm. And nine times nine is 81.

Yes. That's very good, Nicholas.

I know.

Mommy always helped me.

She's real smart.

Oh, and you can call me Nicky.

I like it better.

He's the only one that calls me Nicholas.

You mean your dad?

Mm-hm.

You miss your mom, don't you?

Yeah. A lot.

I never liked to come here on weekends.

Now, I got to stay here the whole time.

I hate it here.

You came here on weekends?

Twice a month.

Mostly, I just looked out the window.

Dad was always busy,

but he made me come anyway.

Hm. [CAR APPROACHING]

Nicky, who's that?

Oh, that's Carmine.

He comes every day.

Saturday and Sunday, too.

Mmm?

He goes up to the office.

Just comes out for lunch.

He leaves at night.

He's pretty nice, though. Hmm.

Gave me a piggyback ride once.

What does he do?

I don't know.

I think he just works on my father's computers.

Have you ever seen the computers?

No. They're in my dad's private office.

Nobody but him, Carmine

and Mr. Loomis are allowed to go up there.

Not even Rebecca.

So... How's it going?

Oh, it's great.

Uh, Nicky is very bright for his age.

His mother kept him well ahead of his class.

Well, she was always very good at trivial pursuits.

But now it's time for a little reality break.

No, please.

Excuse me?

Well, from time to time,

I'll be breaking into your lessons

to give Nicholas here a little glimpse of real life.

I, uh...

I don't...

Come here, Nicholas.

MATACIO: Come on, climb the ladder

all the way to the top.

Please, sir, I'm afraid.

Come on, son.

It's for your own good.

Come on, up.

Come on, son.

Mr. Matacio, I think...

Quiet.

MATACIO: Now, come on, Nicholas.

You suck it up. You jump.

I'm afraid.

MATACIO: Sure, you are.

But it's how you deal with fear

that puts you a cut above.

Jump.

Come on, I promise I'll catch you.

I'm here for you!

Come on!

You can do it!

Jump! [GASPS]

[SIGHS]

[SCREAMS]

[MOANING]

Oh, my God.

Are you nuts?

You will not interfere with me

teaching my son how to be a man.

That is something you know nothing about.

[NICHOLAS CRYING]

Huh? Yes.

Hey.

Don't ever trust anyone, Nicholas.

Nobody.

The sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be.

Stop crying.

Come on. Come on.

I'm here.

Come here.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be fine.

Nicky, when you finish these questions,

I want you to read chapter 4 in your history book, okay?

I'm gonna go to my room and take some medication.

I'll be right back.

Are you sick, Miss Justin?

No. It's just an allergy, but thanks for asking.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

Uh...

Something I can do for you?

I, I was looking for you.

Well, this area is off-limits.

Did Mr. Loomis explain that?

Yes, he did, but, um...

What do you want?

As a teacher,

I feel obligated to tell you that

the way you're treating your son

could have serious emotional impact later on.

Uh, Miss Justin...

I think we should have a little philosophical discussion.

Nicholas is a square-one wuss...

A blank canvas raised by some Idaho farm girl,

who I had the misfortune of marrying,

but he's my responsibility now.

He's got to be toughened up.

He needs a good kick in the butt.

Well...

I'm not the... heartless monster

you think I am.

Stakes are very high here.

It's important that Nicholas gets that message.

[CHUCKLES]

You're not just a run-of-the-mill businessman, are you?

No.

No, I'm not.

I didn't think so.

Well, if you're having second thoughts,

you're free to leave.

But if you decide to stay,

then you and I are entering into a long-term partnership

with only one goal.

That is?

I want us,

you and me,

to turn Nicholas into

a carbon copy of me.

Anything less will be failure.

Are you up for that, Miss Justin?

I don't know that much about you, Mr. Matacio.

Sal.

Please, call me Sal.

Sal.

But I think you must be a very powerful

and very focused man.

And I can't think of a better role model for your son.

Having you here, Miss Justin...

Linda...

Has lifted a big load off my mind.

I've worried about that boy being able to take over

since the time he was born.

But now I know that his future...

is in our good hands.

[GASPS]

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

It's the dry cleaner's line.

North Houston Cleaners.

We press to please. How can I help you?

This is the governor's office.

We have a death threat here,

and the only thing we have to go off of

is a laundry mark found in a motel room.

I think it's from your establishment.

It's X-1497.

May I have a name, please?

Yeah, sure. Always happy to help Governor Bush.

Let me check on it.

I thought Bobbie was in.

Why do you think they're checking so late and so deep?

You recognize the voice?

Yeah, from the wiretaps. It's Loomis.

Yeah, here we go. Linda Justin,

42 East 3rd, apartment 5.

Do you have any personal knowledge of the suspect?

Yeah, sure.

Linda. Yeah, she's been trading here for years.

She's a school teacher.

I can't believe she's involved in anything like this.

Can you describe her? Yeah.

A 5'4", 100 pounds soaking wet,

mousy blonde hair,

kind of cute.

[SIGHS] Hates starch.

And I, I mean, she's got a mouth on her,

but I can't believe she'd be, like I said.

We'll look into it.

The governor thanks you for your cooperation.

You bet. Any time.

Why do you think they're checking on her?

I don't know.

You think we ought to pull her out?

No, not yet.

This feels dicey to me.

Let's give Matacio something else to think about.

Hard to believe half the meth in Texas

is coming out of there.

I know Kramer's in there.

He uses a computer hooked to a satellite uplink.

If I can get to him before he dumps the program,

we can hook Matacio to the lab.

Okay. Let's do it.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

OFFICER: A couple more minutes here.

Go take it over to the other one.

[SPEAKING SPANISH]

WALKER: I'll wait till you hit the office.

Then we'll take down the lab.

It's been a great week, Carmine.

Chemical suppliers are holding the price line,

and production's up 20%.

Good work, Kramer.

Yeah, here it comes.

I'm now capturing the figures now.

Looks better than the El Paso shop.

[CROAKS]

[ALARM RINGING]

[CLAMORING]

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

Let's go!

MAN: Let's go! Let's go!

Come on.

[GUNSHOTS] Watch it.

Aah!

TRIVETTE: Hold it right there!

Get away from the computer.

I said back away!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Let's see your hands! Let's see your hands!

Come on, go.

[MEN GRUNTING]

TRIVETTE: I said back off!

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Did you get it?

No. He crashed the damn program.

Anything linking Matacio to this lab is gone.

[GASPS] All right,

now, I know you're Matacio's bean counter.

You help us,

we help you.

It's your only option.

You kidding?

I get off easier if I put a shotgun in my mouth

and pull the trigger.

Is that an option?

They get anything off of Kramer's computer?

I'm still working on it.

Still working? It's been 30 minutes!

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

CARMINE: [SIGHS] We're okay.

Kramer was able to dump his program

before they got to it.

Yeah, but they got Kramer.

MATACIO: Yeah? Well, Kramer knows enough to keep his yap shut.

What I want to know is who did this.

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

[CHUCKLES]

Walker.

Of course.

Let him in.

Come on.

Stay here. I'll be right back.

Okay.

[DOORBELL CHIMES]

[MATACIO SNICKERS]

Ranger Walker.

When you gonna learn you can't come here without a search warrant?

Uh, this is a social call, Matacio.

We just want to make sure that you knew

that we're the ones that took down your meth lab.

From now on, every man-hour, every phone call,

every paper clip expended is gonna be devoted

to making sure that you go to prison.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Lyle Kramer gave you up.

Lyle Kramer who?

Lyle Kramer's the man that used to run your meth lab.

Ah.

Well, if that were true,

you'd have a search warrant,

and obviously you don't,

so, um... You can leave.

LOOMIS: I didn't catch your name.

My name is James Trivette,

Texas Ranger, Company B.

Come here.

That ties it.

Walker's dumped on me for the last time.

Now, you call Potempa and Brill down from Philly.

Potempa and Brill? You heard me.

The last time we used them, we had a bloodbath on our hands.

That is exactly what I want this time.

I want Walker dead!

And I want him dead yesterday!

I want him dead, Loomis!

Dead!

What the hell are you doing in here?

Sal, get up here!

...and I ran out of legal pads,

and I-I figured I'd find some here.

I-I didn't think it would be a federal case.

She was nosing around. That's enough, Rebecca.

She was looking through books-- I said, that's enough!

Okay, I don't wanna create problems between you two.

Sal, maybe we'd better rethink this.

Perhaps Nicky would be better off

with someone more acceptable to your wife.

From now on, if you need any supplies,

you, uh, contact Mr. Loomis here, is that clear?

Yes. I just don't know what the big deal is.

I have seen more interesting office setups

in a furniture store.

I mean, this is it? This is the big, bad forbidden office?

That'll do, Linda.

You better get back to Nicholas.

Get rid of her, Sal.

I thought I told you to stay out of Nicholas' education.

Sal, hey, I'm not even allowed

in this room, but she is--?

Then what the hell were you doing here?

Trying to watch your ass.

[SIGHS]

Women, huh?

There's something that don't feel right.

I'm starting to get that...uneasy feeling.

About Linda? I thought you checked her out.

I did. No, it's not about her.

What's wrong?

There's something about Walker's partner

that's bugging the hell outta me.

I don't know.

Maybe it's nothing.

Wow.

I've learned to trust that uneasy feeling of yours,

so just keep worrying.

[KNOCK]

I told you not to go in there.

And I should've listened to you.

ALEX: Jimmy.

Anything?

Kramer's gonna do the time before he talks.

[SIGHS]

So, it's all still up to Bobbie

to dig the goods out of Matacio's computer.

Looks that way.

[COMPUTER BEEPING] It's Bobbie.

[TRIVETTE READING] "Office with computers does not seem to exist."

"Any ideas?"

It doesn't make any sense.

Size of Matacio's organization,

he should have computers to rival NASA.

Tell her we'll get back to her.

DANA: Look, I told you this morning, I have nothing to say.

WALKER: Miss Brower, there's only one piece of information we need,

and there's no way it can be connected to you.

[SIGHS] With Sal Matacio, there's no such thing as no way.

It could mean the difference

of whether you see your son again or not.

I know you must miss him terribly.

You have no idea, Miss Cahill.

But we know he's having a hard time in there.

How do you know that?

WALKER: Ah, we just know.

The only information we need

is where in the house does Matacio keep his computers?

There's no possible way

for him to know where we got the information.

[SIGHS]

Territorial Imperative.

Robert Ardrey's book?

That's all I can tell you.

Now, please, leave me alone.

That's good work, Bruno.

Don't let her out of your sight, huh?

Yeah.

Walker and that DA hassled Dana again.

She knows way too much.

And now that Nicholas is here,

there's no reason why she should keep breathing.

The boys are here.

Oh, good, good. Trot them in, huh?

Sal, you remember Frank Potempa and Lew-Lew Brill.

Mmm. Of course, I do.

Sit down, fellas, sit down. [LAUGHS]

How can I forget? Last time they were here,

the morgue had to rent space at the ice house.

[CHUCKLES] But the Sandrene Gang never bothered you again.

Mmm.

No. There weren't any left. [LAUGHS]

I already filled them in, Sal.

Good, good. Then you know who the target is.

Yeah. Some rube cop named Walker.

Yeah. Well, I wouldn't be too quick to label him.

Um, there's one more I want to add to the list...

My ex-wife.

POTEMPA: Ex-wives are my favorite.

Then, when can I expect results?

POTEMPA: Is tonight too soon?

Mommy?

Uh, Loomis, why don't you take the boys in the kitchen,

get something to eat.

Go ahead, fellas.

Why are you gonna kill... Quiet.

You are never to speak

about anything you see or hear in this house, understand?

Do you? Yes.

'Cause if you open your mouth,

I'll have Mr. Loomis cut out your tongue.

You got it?

Speak when you're spoken to.

Look me in the eye when you answer. You're a Matacio.

And you better start acting like one.

Yes, sir.

Go to school.

And forget everything you heard in this house.

You can stop thinking about your mother, too.

[SOBBING]

BOBBIE: You did very well on your geography test, Nicky.

You only missed two questions,

and I know you know what the capital of New Mexico is.

Nicky?

Nicky.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Looks like something's wrong.

I can't tell you.

There's nothing you could do about it anyway.

You're just a teacher.

Maybe there is something I can do.

You can trust me.

I hope you know that.

[WHISPERING] Dad told some men to kill my mommy.

TRIVETTE: How'd it go with Dana?

Trivette, we have to contact Bobbie.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

We're in luck. She just came online.

"Matacio's going to kill Dana."

Tell her we'll take care of it.

Have her look for a book called

Territorial Imperative.

You got it.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Yeah. Trivette.

Hello. Trivette. Talk to me.

[SIGHS] Hate it when that happens.

TAPE: Yeah. Trivette.

Hello. Trivette. Talk to me.

[BEEP]

Northeastern Cleaners. We press to please.

How can I help you?

Yeah, here we go.

Linda Justin, 42 East 3rd, apartment 5.

[BEEP]

Hello. Trivette. Talk to me.

[BEEP]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[DEVICE BEEPS] [SLIDE DOORS HISSING OPEN]

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

[LOUD THUD]

Oh, my God, please, don't hurt me.

TRIVETTE: Texas Rangers. Freeze!

[MAN GRUNTING]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[SOBBING] You okay?

OFFICER: Let's go.

I hoped you were wrong when you told me about this, Walker.

I mean, I'm the mother of his child.

I thought if I kept quiet

that Nicky and I would be safe.

Dana, listen to me.

The only way we can put Matacio away

is if you help us.

That's the only way I can get your child back.

[SOBBING]

I, I saw him kill Frank Maples.

The body is under the gazebo.

[SOBS]

[KNOCKING AT DOOR]

Yeah?

You know what time it is?

LOOMIS: Sorry, Sal, but we got a problem.

Remember the feeling I had about Walker's partner?

Yeah.

Well, I called Rangers headquarters

and sampled his voice.

Then I ran a comparative spectral analysis

of a phone call I made to a dry cleaners in Houston

to check out your teacher.

And?

Same voice.

That can only mean one thing.

Yeah.

The teacher's a cop.

Come on.

I knew it.

Put that away.

MATACIO: You know where your teacher is?

No. The computer room.

MATACIO: What are you talking about?

She doesn't know anything about that.

LOOMIS: Sal, she's a cop.

I mean, who knows what she knows?

[ALARM WAILING]

Miss Justin?

A cop?

That's the alarm for the front gate.

MATACIO: You round up the boys. Let's get out there.

Shoot to kill.

Come on. Get down to the front gate!

MAN: Go. Let's go!

Catch her! And kill her!

Are you really a policeman?

What are you talking about?

Well, 'cause Dad said you were.

He and Mr. Loomis are looking for you.

Thank you, Nicky.

I think you have to leave now.

He said they were gonna kill you.

I really think you better leave, now.

Well, too bad men's brains aren't behind their eyes,

because I saw you coming a mile away.

Boy, that felt good.

Nicky, we gotta go. [CLAPS]

Come on. Come on. How you doing?

We can't. Dad'll kill me.

He'll have to kill me first.

MATACIO: Consider it done.

NICHOLAS: No, Dad.

[SLAPS]

You're going to get a valuable lesson here, Nicholas.

When you find a snake in the woodpile,

you cut off its head.

You are a rotten...

You are dead.

MATACIO: Nicholas, give me the gun.

Please, son. You can trust me.

Attaboy, Nicholas.

I knew I could trust you.

What are you, what are you doing, Nicholas?

I trusted you!

Yeah, Dad.

I trusted you, too.

Got you there, Sal.

Nice lesson.

What took you guys so long?

Ah-ha.

[LAUGHING]

[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 *