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[SIRENS WAILING]

[HORN BLARING]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

You okay?

MAN 1: Over there. MAN 2: Yeah.

[MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

What have we got? MAN: Bank robber.

Killed a guard and made off with a half million in cash.

He's headed this way. Let's stop him.

Might not get a chance. There's a Texas Ranger hot on his tail.

[GUN COCKING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Go! Come on.

[GUNFIRE]

[TIRES SCREECHING]

TANDI: Oh, I hate it when you do that to me.

[MRS. MALLOY LAUGHS]

BOY: Mom, let's go. Whoo!

MALLOY: Look at the kids.

Come on, get in there.

Come on. Get in there.

I don't care, Thunder.

I'm not getting into that balloon.

Come on, Katie, it'll be fun.

Come on, Mom, let's go!

TANDI: You're bigger than me.

If I can do it, you can do it.

Be exciting. A real adventure.

Living with you's an adventure enough, thank you very much.

I promise you, it's perfectly safe.

Nothing's gonna happen, so trust me.

Come on,

it'll be the thrill of your lifetime.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Oh, oh. Wait, wait, wait. MAN: Take my hand.

Okay. You okay, Mrs. Malloy?

Great. [CHUCKLES] Okay, I'm in it now.

Get this thing up. Come on, now! Get it up!

Uh-uh, just stay right there. Move! Get up!

MRS. MALLOY: Thunder!

ROBBER: Come on. Thunder!

[GUNFIRE]

ROBBER: Come on, get this thing moving!

Pastor Malloy, you okay?

Don't worry about me. He's got Kate.

Ranger, come on. Let's go get him.

[SIREN WAILING]

Okay, turn me loose.

[PANTING]

Aah! Get me up!

Aah!

Oh ho ho ho!

Aah!

Oh, God. WALKER: I got you.

Oh, God, don't let go.

Come on, I got you. Okay, okay, I'm in.

I'm in. Thanks a lot.

There you go. Oh, God. Okay.

Can you get us above that balloon?

PILOT: I'll do my best.

[CARLOS PANTING]

You okay?

I'm fine.

[PANTING NERVOUSLY]

Actually, I'm not fine.

I'm acrophobic.

PILOT: You're afraid of heights? CARLOS: Mmm-hmm.

Why did you get in the basket?

I don't know. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

WALKER: Watch out! [GUNSHOT]

Can I borrow your gloves?

What, you're...

You're gonna jump?

You have a better idea?

I'll see you on the ground.

Aah! Oh, no! Oh!

[LAUGHS NERVOUSLY]

He landed on the balloon.

He... [WHIMPERS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING]

Get this thing going! Come on, move it!

[FIRE ROARING]

[ROBBER GRUNTS]

[GRUNTING IN PAIN]

[CHOKING]

You all right, Mrs. Malloy?

Uh-huh, but he's not.

Oh.

Take us down, will you?

[AIR WHOOSHING]

[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 *

[INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO]

[GRUNTS] Harry, I guess it's true what they say.

You can run, but you can't fly.

Ranger Walker, Ranger Trivette,

we just wanted to thank you again.

And ask you to come to our annual picnic

and softball game after church Sunday.

Bring C.D. and Miss Cahill. We'd love to have you.

We will not take no for an answer.

Pastor Malloy, Mrs. Malloy, you guys okay?

We're fine, son. Thank you.

How are you, Carlos? You look a little piqued.

Well, I kind of got a little thing about heights.

[MRS. MALLOY CHUCKLES]

You remember Carlos Sandoval, don't you, honey?

Of course, I do. Trent's friend.

Yeah, by the way, how is Trent, Pastor Malloy?

He's fine.

My name is Sergeant Malloy,

and this is hand-to-hand combat.

It may be rough, but someday it could save your life.

Miller.

Hands up, Miller.

[GRUNTING]

Sanderson.

[SCREAMING]

Roach.

Focus, Roach. Concentrate.

You're not concentrating.

Williams.

[WILLIAMS GRUNTING]

Simmons.

Good, but not good enough.

Garrett.

[SCREAMING]

The enemy's not gonna give you any slack.

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

WOMAN: I am so sorry.

I'm gonna let you go with a warning this time,

but please, take it easy, all right?

Oh, absolutely. Thank you, officer.

[ENGINE STARTING]

MAN: Easy, easy, Mitch.

Don't you recognize me?

[SIREN WAILING]

[SCREAMING]

Yeah.

I thought you were...

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

Aah!

MAN: I was.

[MITCH GASPS]

Safe.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Don't gloat!

No gloating.

Don't gloat.

Good hit, Miss Cahill.

Thank you, Tandi.

Go ahead, Dad. Knock Miss Cahill in.

Just for you, baby, I promise.

MAN: All right, Thunder!

Whoo!

All right, Thunder Malloy, this is it.

Now, I'm not kidding around. This is the end.

Now, you managed to beat me somehow five years in a row,

but the fat lady's definitely getting ready to sing now.

MALLOY: Just throw the ball, okay?

It's a softball game, not a sermon.

Amen.

Strike one!

MALLOY: What?

Strike? Are you blind, ump?

I may have married you, Thunder Malloy,

but I am not blind. Play ball.

Way to go, Mom.

Whoo-hoo.

Anybody could tell that's a perfect...

Good, good strike. Good call.

[CHEERING]

Dang!

[DOG BARKING]

Watch out, Moses.

Come on, Tyler.

Way to go, Thunder!

Hey, good throw, son. It was close.

Thanks, Dad.

[GROANS]

Moses, I hit the ball, not you.

You get out of here. [PANTING]

You okay, Thunder?

Yeah. I'm okay.

Should've passed on that second piece of apple pie.

Come on, Tommy Boy, bring your old dad in.

TRIVETTE: Right here, Tommy buddy.

Right here. Right here, buddy.

Right over your head.

TRIVETTE: Looking at you. Tommy, right here.

TYLER: Come on, come on.

Whoa!

Come on, hustle. Come on, hustle.

Oh ho ho! Yeah!

ROSCOE: Come on, hustle.

Come on, Dad.

Come on, Dad!

Get it in. We'll get him at home.

[CHUCKLING]

[CROWD CHEERING]

ALL: Oh, yeah!

Man, six years in a row.

[SCREAMING]

[PANTING]

[GRUNTING]

[LAUGHS]

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

All right!

[WHIMPERING]

Dad!

Thunder?

[WHIMPERING CONTINUES]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

TRIVETTE: This is the second one in three days.

Someone is randomly killing cops.

Or killing people who happen to be cops.

Exactly.

All right, I've been checking the files.

There's no obvious connection so far.

Different departments, different ages.

Why don't you pull the arrest records

made by these officers for the last five years?

See if there's a connection.

All right. It's a long shot.

I know, but it's the only shot we've got.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

* Amazing grace *

* How sweet the sound *

* That saved... *

MRS. MALLOY: I guess this is it, huh?

[CRYING] We had a wonderful life together...

And I'm really grateful for that.

I just wish it didn't have to end so soon.

[SOBBING]

I know you're in a better place,

[GASPING]

and don't worry about us, sweetheart.

[WHISPERS] We'll be fine.

Mom.

Trent.

Oh, Trent.

[CRIES LOUDLY]

TRENT: It's okay, Mom.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm so glad you're here.

I'm so glad you're...

[SOBBING]

TRENT: It's gonna be okay.

[MRS. MALLOY CRYING]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[DOG WHIMPERING]

TRENT: Mom, you need any help?

No. Everything's taken care of here.

Why don't you go out to the living room?

I'm sure you've got a lot of catching up to do.

Starting with me. Hi, Trent.

Hi, Alex.

I'm sorry about your loss.

Thank you.

Yeah. You go ahead. I'll help your mom.

Two against one. Okay.

MRS. MALLOY: Go on.

Mighty pretty funeral, son.

Old Thunder would've been proud.

Thank you, Mr. Parker.

Oh, son?

You wanna stay real close to your momma now.

She's gonna need you.

[PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING]

[PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

THUNDER: Blessed are the poor in spirit,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are they that mourn,

for they shall be comforted.

Blessed are the meek,

for they shall inherit the earth.

Blessed are they which hunger and thirst for righteousness,

for they shall... Trenton.

Uh, Trenton?

We're sorry about your loss.

Thank you, Millie.

Thank you.

I've known that family for over 30 years.

Trent.

What are you doing out here by yourself, son?

Everybody's inside.

It's hard, Roscoe.

Come on, sit down. Talk with me.

Part of me feels like I shouldn't even be here.

Ever since I left the seminary

and signed up for the Army...

Thunder and I...

We just never really...

Trent, your daddy was a hard man.

He was a good man,

but he was a hard man.

Sometimes that got in the way.

This was his.

Go ahead. Take it. Look inside.

He never took that picture out of his Bible.

Never.

Thanks, Roscoe.

Yeah.

Brings back memories, doesn't it?

Yeah, it sure does.

Hey...

I remember this tournament.

You were one heck of a competitor.

I had one heck of a teacher.

So how you holding up?

Oh, I don't know.

It's hard.

So much to think about.

Uh, I feel like a caged animal, I'm so antsy.

Well, I think I've got a cure for that.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[GRUNTING]

Okay. Okay.

I feel better.

[PANTING] Whoo.

I feel better.

Ohh.

Okay.

Good.

[PATS TRENT]

So... [PANTING]

What are your plans?

To tell you the truth, I don't know.

I've been giving it a lot of thought, though.

I'm supposed to be back on base Monday,

but then...

I've got responsibilities to my family,

and it's kind of tearing me up.

Well, I remember another time

when you were

kind of torn up.

As I recall,

you worked your way through that okay.

Yeah, with your help.

Well, I'm always here if you need me.

Thanks, Mr. Walker.

Okay, let's go.

Come on. [TRENT CHUCKLES]

No more. No more.

Whoo.

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

MAN ON RADIO: This is unit Delta-16.

We're taking our dinner break at Mario's.

WOMAN ON RADIO: Roger that, 16.

Dinner at Mario's.

I never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life.

All I'm saying is

Marco Polo brought spaghetti

back from China, right? Right.

Well, in my book, that makes this Chinese food.

And in my book, that makes you an idiot.

I think my wife has that book.

Yeah, I believe you.

Hey, uh, I got to go see a man about a horse.

Yeah. And if I see the waitress,

I'll tell her to bring you some chopsticks, okay?

[DOOR CREAKING]

[FLUSHING]

It's all yours, man.

[SCREAMING]

Wait a minute.

Aren't you...

MAN: Yeah, Dave.

I am.

[BEEPING]

Aah! Aah!

[WATER RUNNING]

[WHIMPERING]

Good morning, Moses.

What have you got there?

[WHIMPERS]

I guess you really miss him, huh, boy?

* I tried to deny it *

* But now I can't hide it *

* It's time to show everyone *

* I am my father's son *

* He was there whether I lost or won *

* And through my rebel years *

* Has abased my fears *

* He's the reason I am *

* What I've become *

* I am my father's son *

* I am my father's son *

Hey, Thunder.

It's me.

You know, I,

I thought I had my future all figured out,

but now,

I just don't know.

But as soon as I do figure it out,

I promise you,

you'll be the first to know.

TYLER: Mom?

Hmm? Why did God take Daddy?

I don't know, Tyler.

But I'll tell you what I do know.

What?

That Daddy will always be our very own guardian angel.

Really?

Really.

[DOOR OPENS] I got to go.

Hey, Tommy, how you doing?

Hey, you guys.

Hi, Trent. Hi. Trent.

You're up early.

Yeah, there was someone I had to talk to.

So what's with, uh, Tommy?

He's just going through a rough time right now.

Give him some room.

TRENT: Mom, um...

I need to talk to you.

Okay. Um, you guys done?

Mmm-hmm. Okay, upstairs.

Brush your teeth. Make your beds.

Come on.

Thanks, Ty.

I'm leaving the Army.

Oh, Trent. Why?

I talked with Roscoe,

and he told me how the insurance will pay off the house,

but after that...

These things will just work themselves out.

I know, and that's why you need me here at home.

I've applied for a hardship discharge,

and I've arranged to take some personal time until it goes through.

I've got a little money put away,

and I've already applied for a security job at the mall.

MRS. MALLOY: No, the Army was your career, son.

I don't want you to let that go.

Mom.

Mom, this is something I want to do.

More than that,

this is something I have to do.

Okay, well... [CHUCKLES]

Welcome home.

Billy, you think Grandma would like this?

You think, Bi... Billy?

Billy?

B-Billy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa!

That was a close call.

Yeah. Yeah.

Where's your mom, huh?

Where's Mommy?

MAN: Hey! MOTHER: Oh, Billy.

Oh, thank you so much. He's okay, he's okay.

Little Evel Knievel, though, huh?

Help! Thieves!

Get down! Stay here!

Stop them!

Get out of the way! Help!

They robbed my jewelry store!

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

[GRUNTING]

[GUN COCKS]

Oh!

Thank you.

You don't know what this means.

These items were brought in for appraisal.

They weren't insured.

I could have lost everything.

Just doing my job.

Just doing your job?

Young man, you did much more than that,

and just between you and me,

your talents are wasted in this place.

Mark my words,

you should think on this.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Who did this?

He did.

Trent Malloy.

Well, I'll be darned.

I was real sorry to hear about your dad, Trent.

Thanks, man.

I gotta ask you something, buddy.

What's the deal with this security gig?

Why don't you join the police force?

You know why, Carlos.

Oh, come on, Trent. We...

We were just kids, man. You,

you gotta let that go.

It was an accident.

[GUNSHOT]

CARLOS: It was an accident, man.

Hey, that doesn't make it any easier.

Why does that mean you can't join the police force?

Because I won't carry a gun, Carlos.

You...

How do you get through the Army

without carrying a gun?

Simple. I used my martial arts training

to become a hand-to-hand combat instructor.

And besides,

this security job is just to help pay the bills

until I figure out what I want to do.

So how's everyone doing?

Ah, my mom misses Thunder a lot.

She tries to be strong, but,

you know.

How about the kids?

Tandi and Tyler are still so young,

I think they'll be okay.

The one I'm worried about is Tommy.

* Round and round *

* Never getting anywhere *

* Watch the ground *

* Feelin' no one really cares *

* Will I ever find the answers to... *

That makes 98. Two more.

TOMMY: All right. Thanks, Adam.

* In my mind *

* Or am I wasting my time? *

* Up ahead *

* The walls are getting closer *

Hey, don't. Give that back.

No, don't.

[CHUCKLES]

Stop. [BOY LAUGHS]

Hey, give it back to him.

What'd you say?

You heard what I said.

You want me to give him back his computer.

Yeah, that's right.

And what are you gonna do if I don't?

You gonna make me?

If I have to.

Hey, all right. No big deal.

We were, uh...

We were just playing anyway.

Here.

[TOMMY SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

Oh.

Ah!

Ah...

[TOMMY MOANING]

[GASPS]

BOY: Poor little girl.

[BOYS SNICKERING]

BOY: Run out there. Yeah!

TANDI: I think I can cover the bruises.

Okay, Tandi...

Oh, but just-- Be careful, okay?

I don't wanna look like a goof.

I am being careful.

This isn't easy, you know.

TYLER: How about this? What's that for?

Eyelashes.

Mm. Thanks, Tyler.

I think my eyelashes are the only thing on my face

that isn't bruised.

[CAR APPROACHING]

Oh, man, Trent's home.

Come on, hurry it up. Tandi, let's go.

You know, you're pretty bossy

for a guy who's wearing his mother's makeup.

All right. I'm-- I'm sorry, okay?

Just-- Could you please hurry up?

Let's get this done, all right?

That's better. I accept your apology.

Not too much, not too much.

How do I look? Is it good?

Mmm-hmm. It looks good?

Ty, any of the bruises showing here, man.

Is it gonna work? It looks good.

All right. Wish me luck, guys.

[WHIMPERING]

Mmm. This sure beats Army food.

Oh.

Sorry.

Thank you, Lord,

for the food in front of us

and the family around us. Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Uh, Mom, could I have the potatoes?

Mom, can you pass the peas?

Thomas Joseph Malloy!

Do you have on makeup?

Yes, ma'am.

[CHOKES]

I got into a little bit of a fight at school.

[SIGHS]

A fight?

Looks more like you got hit by a truck.

May I be excused?

No, no, no. I'll, I'll go.

You want to talk about it?

There's nothing to talk about, Trent.

I'm not you, okay?

MAN: Get up! Get up and finish them.

MAN 2: What are you doing, man? He said get up!

Come on...

[SIREN WAILING]

I'm home.

WOMAN: In here, honey.

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

Hey!

Hey, hon.

Hi.

Ooh.

Uh-uh!

Dinner will be ready soon enough.

Why don't you go up and tell the kids to wash?

Yes, boss.

[LAUGHS]

Come on, kids, let's wash up for dinner.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

I'll get it.

MAN: Hi, Danny.

Miss me?

MAN: What are you doing?

[ELECTRONIC BEEPING]

[GASPS AND GRUNTS]

WOMAN: Danny? Danny?

[SCREAMS] Danny!

Danny!

OFFICER: Keep those people back.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

What have we got?

Victim's name was Danny McEvoy.

He was on the force in North Dallas.

He left a wife and three kids.

DIANE: Ranger Walker?

That's right. Diane Dawson.

I'm the new forensic psychologist.

Well, this is my partner Ranger Trivette.

How you doing? Hi.

Taking over for Dr. Jackson?

I am.

So what do you think we've got here?

DIANE: My preliminary investigation

shows it to be consistent with the other killings.

Close range and face-to-face.

What do you make of that?

He's making it a point that his victims

see him before he pulls the trigger.

Sounds personal.

DIANE: Sure does.

If you have any other questions,

please don't hesitate to get in touch.

WALKER: Thanks, Doctor.

I'm gonna finish up inside.

Okay.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Still afraid of heights?

Sure am, Ranger Walker.

Is something troubling you?

No, sir.

I, I knew the victim,

not well, but...

Any idea who could have done this?

No, sir.

[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 *