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( suspenseful theme playing)

(gun cocks)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gasps) Walker.

(panting)

( light rock action
theme playing)

Yeah.

Lieutenant Hardesty,

I don't really care
if you like it or not.

My department is perfectly
capable of handling this.

At what point?

I want this thing stopped
before it gets started.

Now, we need the Rangers.

My boss has talked to your
boss and you will cooperate.

( ominous theme playing)

What are you doing?

I'm reading the paper.

Oh, really?

What was that?

This? No.

That. Looks like
a football card.

Me? I wouldn't do
that. Because it's illegal.

But there are four
absolute locks this week.

Am I gonna have to
read you your rights?

Okay, look, I'll
put you in for half.

Oh, bribing an officer too.

All right. They're absolute...

Hands behind your back.
They're absolute locks.

Good morning.

I think you all know each other.

Walker, Trivette.

Hardesty. Hello, lieutenant.

What can we do for you?

Well, Miss Cahill here
thinks we have a big problem.

We don't yet, but we will

if we don't do something
about it right now.

That's why Lieutenant
Hardesty has graciously decided

to ask for your help.

Help for what?

A new designer drug
making its way here.

It's called Silk.

What kind of a drug is it?

We don't know for sure.

We haven't been able

to get our hands
on any of it, yet.

I read the toxicology
reports of some of the victims,

which doesn't mean
much without a sample.

I mean, it could be an old drug

that they've added
a molecule of this

or taken away a
molecule of that.

Did you say "victims"?

Yes.

They've already had deaths

in San Antonio,
Waco and Houston.

HARDESTY: It's
supposed to be real potent.

For certain people,
it's been deadly.

That's why Miss Cahill
thinks we need you.

We need somebody
who doesn't have to worry

about jurisdiction.

I mean, instead of a half a
dozen police departments

trying to do it on their own,

maybe we can
coordinate an effort

before it takes hold of Dallas.

Where'd it originate?

Apparently it
originated in Hawaii.

It did a lot of damage there.

Got anything else to go on?

Parkview Hospital.

Room 2211, Paul Milburn.

( ominous theme playing)

(heart monitor beeping)

(footsteps approaching)

He's very tall, you know.

Mrs. Milburn?

You can't tell now,
but he's very tall.

I'm Ranger Walker.
This is Ranger Trivette.

Have you come to talk to Paul?

It won't do you any
good, you know.

I don't think he can hear you.

Ma'am,

we realize this is a
very difficult time for you,

but we'd like to find out
who's responsible for this.

Do you have any idea

who could've given
Paul these drugs?

(tearfully): I didn't
think he ever did drugs.

A friend of his, uh...

a girl named Linda Lee Robbins,

invited him to a party at
one of those dance clubs.

He must have
gotten home very late.

And the next morning,
I found him like this.

(alarms beeping)

Paul!

Hey, nurse?

Get out of the way, ma'am.
You have to leave, ma'am.

I'm sorry, you have to
leave. Get out of the way.

Code blue, Room 407.

Code blue, Room 407.

(defibrillator zaps)

( heart monitor flatlining)

He's just a kid, man.

Drugs play no
favorites, Trivette.

( dramatic theme playing )

(parking brake grinds,
then engine stops)

Nice.

Seems like they're the only ones

that can afford stuff like Silk

when it first hits.

We gotta put a
stop to this stuff

before it works its way
down to the masses, man.

(doorbell rings)

(footsteps approaching)

WOMAN 1: Try it again.

There she is.

Mrs. Robbins?

Yes?

Mrs. Robbins, I'm Ranger Walker.

This is Ranger Trivette.

So?

Uh, we'd like to
talk to your daughter.

Why?

What do you want with her?

We just wanna talk to her.

Well, she doesn't
live here anymore.

She moved in with her, uh...

Oh, what's the polite term?

Oh, yes.

Her significant other.

Can you tell us how
we can reach her?

Haven't a clue.

She and I haven't spoken
since she moved out.

Anything else?

Yes. Do you know if your
daughter's involved in drugs?

Well, that's not something

she and I would discuss.

So if you'll excuse me.

WOMAN 1: Ooh,
you're getting good.

Now, who'd ever wanna move away

from a warm, compassionate
mother like that?

WOMAN 1: Ooh, all
right. WOMAN 2: Sorry.

WOMAN 1: Okay, back
to normal, here we go.

(sound system
playing dance music)

I haven't seen Linda Lee
since the night of her party.

There's a new club in Deep
Ellum that she might hang at.

Did you see Paul Milburn
the night of Linda Lee's party?

Maybe for a minute.

I guess he got
some bad stuff, huh?

Yeah, you could say that.

Have you heard of a
new drug called Silk?

I've never heard of it.

We come here
to dance, that's it.

Okay, thanks, girls.

(man whoops)

(man laughs)

I hope you did
better than I did.

Nobody does drugs anymore, man.

No one's ever heard of Silk.

Nobody's seen Paul.

I mean, I can't hear
myself think in here.

Little loud for you, huh?

Yeah, I'm gonna let
you cover the clubs.

Where you gonna go?

I've got someone to see.

Don't expect me in
too early tomorrow.

These places never close.

(parking brake grinds)

Getting home late,
aren't you, Frank?

Walker, you scared
the hell out of me.

Now, why is that?

You're not afraid of
the law, are you, Frank?

No, I'm not. Why should
I be afraid of the cops?

Look, I'm straight, really.

You don't even know
how to spell the word.

We both know you have a habit.

Okay, okay, what
do you wanna know?

I wanna know
about a new drug out

called Silk.

I never heard of it.

Get on the car,
spread your legs.

What? Come on, spread them out.

What?

I wanna see how
clean you really are.

All right, all right, all right.

All right, you made your point.

All right,

but you'll have to
give me some time

to look around for you.

Time is something I don't have.

Make it real soon, Frank.

I'll try.

This is the last time I
do this for you, Walker.

The last time.

If it's gonna be the last time,

then get in rehab
and clean up your act.

( ominous theme playing)

Real soon, Frank.

(gasps)

(panting)

(sound system
playing dance music)

(inaudible dialogue)

That's her.

Yeah.

Linda Lee Robbins? Yeah?

May I have a word
with you, please?

You another cop? Ranger.

Lone Ranger?

Texas Ranger James Trivette.

I wanna talk... What do
you wanna talk about?

Listen, pal, you
may not respect me,

but you had better
respect this badge.

Or what?

Or I'll probably wind
up kicking your ass

and talking to the woman alone.

Billy, no, we don't
want any fight.

Come on.

All right, what do
you wanna talk about?

Paul Milburn. He
was a guest of yours.

He did some drugs
at or after your party,

something new called Silk.

Hey, I heard what
happened to Paul,

but it wasn't my fault.

Do you have any idea
how he got the Silk?

No.

It's probably the same guys
who push coke and meth.

Don't you know who they are?

No, it's not the same people.

It's new, and right
now it costs a fortune,

so its strictly upper class.

I wouldn't even know
what it looks like.

We haven't been
able to get our hands

on any of it either.

Look, is there any way

you think you could
help us, Linda?

Hey, listen, we don't do drugs,

we don't know
people who do drugs.

We're just some
good, clean-living kids.

Well, the next time
you don't do them,

you might want to remember

that nobody's
regulating the dosage.

So, what may look
like the same thing

could make you high
today and kill you tomorrow.

Just in case.

I don't know.

Maybe it's because
I'm so involved

in trying to stop this drug
from hitting the streets.

Well, sure you are.

I mean, you got
a regular caseload

and everything
else you're doing.

But I've been
involved before and it...

This has never happened.

Involved or committed?
You know the difference?

I suppose.

Well, let me tell you.

You take ham and eggs.

The chicken that lays
that egg's involved, yes, sir.

But that pig, honey,
he's committed.

(laughing)

You're so funny.

And you're right.

You tell Cordell
about these dreams?

No, I can't.

I mean, I don't want him
looking over his shoulder

and this turning into some
self-fulfilling prophecy.

Why do you think
he's in these dreams?

I don't know.

Maybe because he's trying

to stop this drug
as hard as I am.

And that's it?

Oh, well, I worry
about him, of course,

but why else?

Well, it's your dreams.

Don't ask me.

WALKER: What's the location?

Mm-hm.

Okay, we're on our way.

Dallas P.D. got a
tip on a drug lab.

Might be Silk.

( ominous theme playing)

(siren whoops)

COP 1: Police. Freeze!

Get over there! COP
2: Hands on the floor!

COP 3: Get down!
Put your hands up!

Hands up!

HARDESTY: Police.
Freeze. Freeze. Right there.

(grunting)

(grunting)

Police! Get down!

Give me your hands.

MAN: Hey, cop! Don't
even think about it.

(grunting)

(yelling)

(finger cracking) (groaning)

(grunts)

Look at all this stuff.

This has got to be worth
millions on the street.

Yeah, but no Silk.

Hey, it's a good bust, though.

Yeah.

All right, guys, listen up.

We're looking for a
new drug called Silk.

I'm willing to make a deal.

( pensive theme playing)

If anyone wants to talk,
give me a call, will you?

All right, let's get
'em in the van.

Move 'em out.

Come on. Everybody. Let's go.

Miss Cahill.

You're blocking my car.

We work for Mr. Danzig.

I know that.

He'd like to meet with you.

Do I have a choice? Of course.

We'll bring you back.
It won't take long.

All right, let's go.

(sighs)

Miss Cahill, thank
you for coming.

It's been a while.

Why the meeting?

We have a common interest.

A new drug called Silk.

I've heard about it. Go on.

I'm prepared to do you a favor.

I don't need any
favors from you.

No need to be hostile.

I'm not happy about
this Silk, either.

And ever since it hit Texas,

the heat's been turned
up all over the state.

That, Miss Cahill, is very bad

for business.

Oh, well, what a shame.

If you think that
sad little story's

gonna make me
turn the heat down,

you are sorely mistaken.

Nope, that's not what I want.

I called you here to tell you

I'm gonna put on
some heat myself.

As a matter of
fact, I already have.

And that's it?

Not quite.

Considering my connections,

I'd say that the, uh,
chances are good

I'll find the source of
Silk before the police.

And then what, make it yourself?

No, no, I plan on turning
the people behind Silk

over to you.

You don't even have
to call off the heat.

Just turn it into a
gentle summer breeze.

Which do you want, Miss Cahill?

To hurt me or stop Silk?

( ominous theme playing)

I won't wait long for an answer.

Okay, so, what do we know?

We know that Silk
is a high-tech drug

that you just don't
make in your garage.

Until now, the only
ones that have it,

as far as we know,

are the ones that can
pay a lot of money for it.

On the other hand, how long

till somebody figures out
a way to mass-produce it?

That's the big
question. (phone ringing)

Walker.

You know who this is?

Yeah. What have you got?

Silk, the man
you're looking for.

That's what I have for you.

Give me a name.

No, I wanna tell you myself.

And I want your
promise, face to face,

that this time I'm
off the hook for good.

Okay, where are you?

I'll be right there.

No, not now.

The pressure's
on from both sides.

I wanna lay low for today.

I'll see you tonight,

11:00 at the parking
lot at Hannigan Stadium.

Be there.

What's up?

Well, maybe we got
the break we need.

Traveling in style, aren't you?

Hardly. That was
Augie Danzig's car.

Yeah, I know. I recognized it.

He wanted to make
a deal about Silk.

What does he know about it?

He says he can find
it, turn it over to us,

and the people behind it.

But in return, he wants me

to turn down the
heat on his operation.

Well, I'm gonna
see a guy tonight

that can do the same thing.

What did you tell Danzig?

Nothing.

As bad as I want to stop Silk,

I mean, maybe it's worth
it to, uh, deal with Danzig.

It's never worth it,
Alex, believe me.

Just do me a favor.

Be careful tonight,

especially now that we know

that Danzig is
involved somewhere.

I'm always careful.

( expectant theme playing)

(dialing)

Mr. Danzig, please.

Alex Cahill.

Hello?

There's gonna be no deal.

We'll find Silk on our own.

And when we do,
I'm coming after you.

(phone clicks)

Is that him?

Yeah.

You trust him?

As much as you
can trust any junkie.

( ominous theme playing)

(ringing)

Hello?

Oh, my God.

MAN 1: Keep those
people back behind the line.

MAN 2: Right over
there? MAN 1: Yeah.

MAN 3: Okay, what
do you have here?

MAN 4: Are there fragments here?

MAN 5: Careful, guys.
Keep this area clear, please.

Lady, you can't
come through here.

This area's restricted.

I'm Assistant District
Attorney Cahill.

Go right ahead, Miss Cahill.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Is he really all right?

PARAMEDIC: He got cut
by some glass. He'll be okay.

But he's lucky it wasn't
a couple of inches lower.

Where's Trivette?

He's over there. He's okay.

What are you doing here?

One of the police
officers called me

when she came on the scene.

Why'd she call you?

Because I asked her to.

Lately, I've been
having this feeling.

What feeling?

Like something bad
was gonna happen.

Something bad? To me?

Yes, but forget it. It's stupid.

You're fine, Trivette
is fine, nobody got hurt.

( pensive theme playing)

Someone did get hurt.

There was a guy named
Frank Swain in that car.

He was the snitch I was using.

Washoe?

Ah, you are troubled.

I got a man killed tonight.

I've got to deal with it.

Can you see the path

each man follows
till the end, Washoe?

No one can.

Then why do you believe
that you changed his?

To mourn a death
is as it should be.

But the reasons are
beyond our ability to know.

I don't have any
trouble with the police.

What could the
famous Cordell Walker

possibly want with me?

A guy named Frank Swain
was blown up in his car.

Know anything about it?

Swain, never heard of him.

Why don't I believe you, Danzig?

What can I tell you?
I don't know the man.

You do know Alex Cahill.

The lady D.A. So?

Well, she told me about a
conversation you two had,

that you were looking
for the Silk man.

I don't remember
such a conversation.

Well, remember this.

I want the Silk man.

And if you get in my way,
I'm gonna run right over you.

Don't you threaten me.

Ranger or no Ranger,

bad things can
happen to anybody.

(gasping)

(grunts)

Bad things can happen.

Now, if I find out you
had anything to do

with Frank Swain's murder,

I'm gonna nail you to the wall.

Woody, wait.

So, what you're saying

is whoever changes
these drug formulas

has to know what
they're doing, right?

So, what are we talking about?

A chemist or a biochemist?

Thank you, Woody. Thank you.

(phone rings)

Yeah, Trivette.

Linda Lee Robbins? Are you sure?

All right, I'll be right there.

( suspenseful theme playing)

We found your
card in her wallet.

We couldn't reach
anybody at her home.

What kind of shape is she in?

Fair. She only
ingested a little.

How are you doing?

Dumb, huh?

Suicidal.

Was it Silk?

I should've told
you that night, huh?

Where'd you get it?

Billy had some.

We got in a fight and he split

and I found where he left it.

So you decided to
show him by using?

Only a little.

You scared me that night.

I got sick right
away. I called 911.

Where's Billy now?

I don't know.

Got some Silk for you, though.

It's in my purse.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I had
to get it this way.

Me too.

You want me to
notify your parents?

( pensive theme playing)

No.

I'll tell them later.

Okay, you hang in there.

Okay.

Mary, can I use
the phone, please?

Yeah, Walker?

I got a sample of Silk.

I'm gonna take it
to the lab right now.

Looks like we're
going dancing again.

( sound system
playing dance music)

Hey, it's the Lone Ranger again.

(laughs)

Don't worry about
it. It's for the last time.

Man, why don't you
guys hit the road?

I'm busy. He-he!

No one's that busy, Billy.

Hey. Come over here.

Hey, your girlfriend's
in the hospital.

And I wanna know
the name of the guy

who gave her the Silk.

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

Listen, tough guy,

we can do this the easy way

or the hard way.

Now, give us a name.

I don't know the guy.

His name's Oates.

Oates what?

Randy Oates.

Where can we find him?

I don't know. I haven't
seen him in weeks.

I swear to God.

God, I'm just wanting
to have some fun.

Okay.

Go have your fun, Billy.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(gunshot)

(panting)

(ringing)

(tearfully): Walker,
where are you?

(sighs)

Hi. Are you all
right? You look...

Terrible, I know.

I haven't been getting
much sleep lately.

Is it because of Silk?

Because if it is, I have a name.

Randy Oates.

Who is he? Is he the maker?

Uh, we're not sure.
He is dealing, though.

Trivette's trying to run a
location on him right now.

May I help you? I mean,
is there anything I can do?

Yeah, maybe.

Silk is made under
extreme temperature control.

See if you can find anyone

who has bought or
leased cold facilities.

You know, like, uh,
meatpacking places,

cold-storage facilities,
things like that.

All right. Would...
Would you do me a favor?

Would you, I don't know,

just try to be extra careful?

I-I mean, I know
that sounds dumb,

but would you just try?

Alex, what is this all about?

Just remember what I said,

especially around Trivette.

Trivette?

( ominous theme playing)

Hey. Hey, where you been?
We gotta get out to Wylie.

Wylie? Randy Oates?

Yeah. I'll fill you
in on the way.

( suspenseful theme playing)

He worked for a pharmaceutical
company in Honolulu

for a couple of years,

then he got busted for
selling designer drugs.

Silk?

No, not then.

But about six months
after his release,

Silk started showing
up in the islands.

And?

And

it started to get real
hot for him there,

so about four months ago,
he moved back to the mainland.

It turns out he was born
and raised right in Wylie

and he's got a
sister that lives there,

so I figured if anybody
knows where he is, she will.

You got all that out of that
little computer of yours?

Plus a little phone call to
the Honolulu P.D., thank you.

Well, Trivette, sometimes
you just amaze me.

Well, here's something
more amazing.

Guess who Oates first worked
for when he got out of college?

Who?

Frankie Swain.

So chances are Oates contacted
him when he got to Texas.

Swain was gonna
turn him over to you.

But Oates got to him first.

Bingo.

( suspenseful theme playing)

WOMAN: You boys
looking for Thelma Jean?

Yes, ma'am. Is Mrs. Oates home?

Nope. Poor thing's
down at the funeral home.

Funeral home?

Yeah.

Her brother Randy,

he drowned in the lake
not over two days ago.

( dramatic theme playing)

Thank you.

(engine starts)

So where does that leave us?

Back to square one.

Oates kills Swain, then he dies.

I wanna take a look

at that police report
on the drowning.

See that blue beemer behind us?

She's been following
us ever since Wylie.

See if you can get

a license plate number on it.

It's too far away.

Then we'll slow down.

Probably just somebody
going the same way we are.

Maybe I'm just
getting the jitters

ever since Alex
told me to be careful.

Why don't you pull
over and let me drive?

You're the one she
told me to be careful of.

Here, let me see the report.

(gun cocks)

(gunshot)

You see him?

No.

You know what
this means, though?

What?

Alex knew what she
was talking about.

Really did a good
job. Thank you.

All right, listen up.

Randolph Oates, the
guy you told me about,

I ran his name through
every office in the state.

Seems he's been very
busy lately buying property.

A warehouse here, a
storage facility there,

but, uh, most interesting,
an old ice house.

An ice house?

Got an address? You bet.

(knob clicking)

Walker. (gun cocks)

(Frank gasping)

You almost got
away with it, Frank.

I thought I could throw you off
the track by blowing myself up.

Who was in the car?

Just some drunk I found.
I... I gave him my I.D.

and stuck him behind the wheel.

He never knew what hit him.

So you got Randy Oates'
formula and then killed him.

(gasping)

I thought I had it all
figured out perfect.

Then you showed
up at Oates' house.

G-get a doctor.

Yeah, new stuff may
be coming along, guys,

but at least Silk died
with Frank Swain.

Amen to that.

That ice house sounds like
the place in Alex's dream.

What dream?

More like nightmares.

What nightmare?

Is that why you told
me to be careful?

I kept seeing you shot

in this really strange place,

and I even dreamed
that Jimmy shot you.

Well, next time, leave
me out of your nightmares.

Gladly. At least I can
get a good night's rest.

Well, you could really use it.

What does that mean?

You think I look
terrible or something?

I did my hair.

That's not what I said.

But that's what
you were thinking.

That's not what I was thinking.

You know this is all your fault.

Why is it my fault?
Because you were the one

that was getting
shot in my dreams.

But Trivette was the
one doing the shooting.

That's right... Jimmy?

Walker?

Let's dance. (gasps)

( upbeat theme playing)