Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

( mysterious theme playing)

(man speaks indistinctly)

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.

Yeah, well, that wad of gum is C4.

C4?

Mmm.

Well, 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-I don't wanna... Push the damn button.

(beeps)

(henchman coughs)

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.

BOSS: Hey, hey, grab him.

Nicholas? Karl, Gary, get my son.

(Karl, Gary grunt, yelp)

MAN: Come on. Get him. Get him.

(exclaims)

(groans)

(grunts)

(exclaims)

BOSS: They're 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.

( somber theme playing)

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 handled yourself very well.

Well, thank you.

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

Teaching in inner-city schools.

You're a teacher, huh? Mm-hm.

You a good teacher?

I try to be.

Teach here in Dallas?

No, Houston, Third Ward.

Ah, I see.

Rough neighborhood.

Mm. I know.

I'm actually up here interviewing for another job.

This job, how much do they pay you, 40,000?

(scoffs)

No. Try 18,000.

(laughs)

That's terrible.

That's terrible. I can't believe that.

Um, I'll tell you what.

I'll pay you a hundred thousand.

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... Uh, well, Mr., uh...

Oh, I'm Salvatore Matacio.

At your service.

And this is my son, Nicholas.

Hi.

Hi.

(laughs)

Well, Mr. Matacio,

I think you just hired yourself a teacher.

Yeah.

If you check out.

So, uh, what was your name?

Linda Justin.

MATACIO: Tell me about yourself, uh, Miss Linda Justin.

You're from Houston, you say?

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.

Let's go.

( dramatic theme playing)

( light rock action theme 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 3.5 inch drive.

Type in, "A", "install", "631."

Six thirty-one?

This is a specially encoded control disk.

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 that take?

You're gonna need at least 15 minutes.

ALEX: Angela says she's never been inside

a real Texas Ranger's office before.

Hi, Mommy. Oh, hi, baby.

Okay, Angela.

Ahem. We need to talk for a minute.

I have to go away for a little while.

And I couldn't come home and say goodbye.

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.

( funky theme playing)

TRIVETTE: We got you set up at a local motel

under your new name.

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

LINDA: But necessary for my cover.

TRIVETTE: Yeah. You okay with that?

LINDA: Yeah. I really wanna bust this guy.

( mysterious theme playing)

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.

I hope so. I don't have to remind you

what happened to the fed who went undercover

with Matacio last year.

( ominous theme playing)

(knock)

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? MATACIO: Relax.

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?

Mm-hm. 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.

(laughs): What kind of businessman did you say you were?

I didn't.

She's clean.

( ominous theme playing)

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.

That's the easy part.

(door closes)

BOBBIE: I've seen smaller train stations.

Heh. 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.

REBECCA: Well, I certainly hope so,

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? Mmm.

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.

Hm. Anything you say.

REBECCA: So nice to meet you.

Mm.

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.

( tense theme playing)

There's his ex-wife.

WALKER: Mrs. Matacio?

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.

And you can help us make that happen.

You were married to him for eight years.

You know a lot.

And, of course, we're offering you protective custody.

(laughs)

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.

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.

ALEX: You should do this for Nicky.

DANA: I am doing this for Nicky.

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

Now, please, just leave me alone.

( ominous theme playing)

(beeps)

NICHOLAS: 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 gotta 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.

Nicky, who's that?

Oh, that's Carmine.

He comes every day.

Saturday and Sunday too.

Hm.

He goes up to the office,

just comes out for lunch,

and leaves at night.

He's pretty nice, though. Hm.

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, i-it's great.

(laughs)

Uh, Nicky's very bright for his age.

His mother kept him well ahead of his class.

Well, she was always very good at trivial pursuits. Heh.

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, um... Well, I don't...

Come here, Nicholas.

MATACIO: Come on. Climb the ladder, all the way to the top.

No, please, sir. I mean, I'm afraid.

Come on, son. It's for your own good.

MATACIO: 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.

Heh. 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.

( tense theme playing)

(screams)

(Nicholas groans)

Oh, my God.

(groaning)

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 whimpers)

Huh? Yes.

(whimpers)

Hey.

Don't ever trust anyone, Nicholas.

(sobbing)

MATACIO: Nobody.

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

Stop crying.

Come on, come on, come on.

(sobbing)

Come on. It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be fine.

( melancholy theme playing)

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.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Something I can do for you?

I-I was looking for you.

Well, this area's off-limits. Didn't Mr. Loomis explain that?

Yes, he did, but, um... What do you want?

As a teacher, I feel obligated to tell you that what...

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 gotta be toughened up.

He needs a good kick in the butt.

(sighs)

Now,

I'm not the heartless monster you think I am.

The stakes are very high here.

It's important that Nicholas gets that message.

(laughs)

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 his future...

is in our good hands.

(laughs)

(kiss)

( ominous theme playing)

(rings)

(rings)

It's the dry cleaner's line.

North Houston Cleaners.

We press to please. How can I help you?

MAN: 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 Third, 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.

Uh, 5'4", a hundred pounds soaking wet,

mousy blond hair.

She's kind of cute.

( Trivette sighs)

Hates starch and, uh...

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. Anytime.

( dial tone)

Why do you think they're checking on her?

I don't know.

Think we oughta pull her out?

No, not yet.

( mysterious theme playing)

Man, this feels dicey to me.

Let's give Matacio something else to think about.

( tense theme playing)

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.

(grunts)

(men speaking indistinctly)

MAN: Take it over to the other one.

(speaks indistinctly)

WALKER: I'll wait until 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 percent.

Good work, Kramer.

Yeah, here it comes.

I'm down-capturing the figures now.

(laughs)

Looks better than the El Paso shop.

( mysterious theme playing)

(croaks)

(frog croaks)

(alarm sounding)

(all chattering)

Let's go.

( alarm continues)

Come on.

(gunshots) Watch it.

(grunts)

TRIVETTE: Hold it right there.

Get away from the computer. I said, back away.

Let's see your hands, let's see your hands.

(all grunting)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(gunshots)

(glass shatters)

(grunts)

KRAMER: Come on, go.

(both grunting)

I said, back off.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(beeps)

Did you get it?

No, he crashed the damn program.

Anything linking Matacio to this lab is gone.

(grunts) All right, now,

I know you're Matacio's bean counter.

TRIVETTE: You help us, we help you.

It's your only option.

Are you kidding?

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

and pulled the trigger.

Is that an option?

(beeping)

MATACIO: They get anything

off of Kramer's computer?

I'm still working on it. Still working?

It's been 30 minutes.

(beeps)

We're okay.

Kramer was able to dump his program

before they got to it.

LOOMIS: Yeah, but they got Kramer.

MATACIO: Yeah, well, Kramer knows enough

to keep his yap shut.

What I wanna know is who did this.

(buzzer sounds)

(chuckles)

Walker. Of course.

Let 'em in.

Come on.

Stay here. I'll be right back.

Okay.

(doorbell rings)

( tense theme playing)

(chuckles)

Ranger Walker.

You can't come here without a search warrant.

No, this is a social call, Matacio.

We just wanna make sure that you knew

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

TRIVETTE: 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 is 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.

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.

Last time we used them we had a bloodbath on our hands.

That is exactly what I want this time.

I want Walker dead.

I want him dead yesterday!

I want him dead, Loomis.

Dead!

( dramatic theme playing)

What the hell are you doing in here?

Sal, get up here.

And I ran out of legal pads.

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 the books.

I said that's enough.

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? BOBBIE: Yes.

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

I've seen more interesting office set-ups

in a furniture store.

I mean, this is it?

This is the big, bad, forbidden office?

That'll do, Linda.

You'd 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...?

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 buggin' the hell out of me.

I don't know.

Maybe it's nothing.

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

so just keep worrying.

( dramatic theme playing)

I told you not to go in there.

And I should've listened.

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) That's Bobbie.

TRIVETTE: "Office with computers does not seem to exist.

Any ideas?"

That doesn't make any sense.

The size of Matacio's organization

should have computers to rival NASA.

Tell her we'll get back to her.

(beeping)

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.

(scoffs)

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.

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

How do you know that?

WALKER: Well, 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?

DANA: That's all I can tell you.

Now, please, leave me alone.

MATACIO: That's good work, Bruno.

And 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 'em in, huh?

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

Mm. Of course I do. Sit down, fellas, sit down.

(chuckles): How could I forget?

Last time they were here,

the morgue had to rent space at the icehouse.

(laughs)

But the Sandrene gang never bothered you again.

Mm.

No. There weren't any left.

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.

Oh, and there's one more I wanna add to the list.

MATACIO: 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'd better start acting like one.

Yes, sir.

(sighs)

Go to school.

And forget everything you heard in this house.

And you can stop thinking about your mother too.

( melancholy theme playing)

(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.

( melancholy theme playing)

(whispers): Dad told some men to kill my mommy.

TRIVETTE: How did it go with Dana?

Trivette, we have to contact Bobbie.

(computer beeps)

We're in luck. She just came online.

Matacio is gonna kill Dana.

Tell her we'll take care of it.

Have her look for a book called Territorial Imperative.

You got it.

(beeping)

(phone rings)

Yeah, Trivette.

Hello, Trivette. Talk to me.

(sighs)

I hate it when that happens.

( ominous theme playing)

TRIVETTE (on recording): Yeah, Trivette. Hello, Trivette. Talk to me.

(beeps)

North Houston Cleaners. We press to please.

How can I help you?

Yeah, here we go. Linda Justin.

42 East Third, Apartment 5.

Hello, Trivette. Talk to me.

( dramatic theme playing)

( mysterious theme playing)

(door closes)

( dramatic theme playing)

(dings)

(crash)

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

Texas Rangers. Freeze.

(both grunting)

(whimpers)

(both grunting)

(sobbing)

You okay? RANGER: 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.

(sobs)

I... I saw him kill Frank Maples.

The body is under the gazebo.

(sobs)

( tense theme playing)

(knock at door)

Yeah?

You know what time it is?

Sorry, Sal, but we got a problem.

Remember the feeling I had about Walker's partner?

Yeah.

Well, I called Ranger's 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.

LOOMIS: Yeah.

The teacher's a cop.

( tense theme playing)

Come on.

I knew it.

Put that away.

Do you know where your teacher is?

No. The computer room.

She doesn't know anything about that.

Sal, she's a cop.

I mean, who knows what she knows?

(alarm sounds)

Miss Justin?

A cop?

The alarm for the front gate.

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

Shoot to kill.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Come on. Get down to the front gate.

MAN 1: Let's go. MAN 2: 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'd better leave now.

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

because I saw you coming a mile away.

(both grunting)

Boy, that felt good.

Nicky, we gotta go. Come on, come on. Come with me.

I can't. Dad'll kill me.

He'll have to kill me first.

MATACIO: Consider it done.

NICHOLAS: No, Dad.

(Nicholas grunts, whimpers)

(exhales deeply)

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

When you find a snake in a woodpile,

you cut off its head.

You are a rotten... You are dead.

(all grunting)

Nicholas, give me the gun.

Please, son. You can trust me.

(both yelling)

(Loomis and Trivette grunting)

Attaboy, Nicholas.

I knew I could trust you.

What are...? What are you doing, Nicholas?

I trusted you!

Yeah, Dad.

I trusted you too.

( melancholy theme playing)

Got you there, Sal.

Nice lesson.

(beeping)

What took you guys so long?

(chuckles)

(laughs)

( upbeat theme 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 ♪