Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

(sirens blaring)

(honks horn)

OFFICER: You okay?

OFFICER 1: Hold 'em there. OFFICER 2: Yeah.

(speaking indistinctly)

Yes, sir.

See it?

OFFICER 3: I see it.

What have we got?

OFFICER 2: Bank robber.

Killed a guard and made off with a half million.

And he's headed this way.

Let's stop him. We might not get a chance.

There's a Texas Ranger hot on his tail.

(gun cocks)

( action theme playing)

That's him.

Go! (all clamoring indistinctly)

(officers shouting)

(sirens blare)

(tires screech)

(children speaking indistinctly)

TOMMY: Mom, let's go. Woo!

TANDY: Mom, come on.

THUNDER: Look at the kids.

Come on. Get in there.

THUNDER: Having a great time.

Get in there.

I-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.

TANDY: You're bigger than me.

If I can do it, you can do it.

Be exciting. A real adventure.

Living with you is adventure, thank you very much.

I promise you, it's safe.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Trust me. (laughing)

THUNDER: Come on, it'll be the thrill of your lifetime.

( dramatic theme playing)

Oh, oh. Whoa.

Oh, uh, wait, wait, wait.

MAN: Take my hand.

Okay. MAN: You okay, Mrs. Malloy?

Great. Good. Okay, I'm in.

(grunts)

Okay, get this thing up. Come on! Get it up!

All right, you stay right there. Move, do it!

KATIE: Thunder?

ROBBER: Come on. Thunder!

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.

Okay, turn me loose.

(gasping)

(grunting)

Wait, wait. Get me up.

WALKER: Okay. (screams)

Oh, God! I got ya.

Oh, God. Don't let go.

Come, I got you. Okay, okay.

I'm in. Okay. Thanks a lot.

There you go. Oh, God.

Okay, okay.

( majestic theme playing)

Can you get us above that balloon?

MAN: I'll do my best.

(gasping)

You okay?

I'm fine.

Actually, I'm not fine. I'm acrophobic.

MAN: You're afraid of heights? OFFICER: Mm-hm.

Why'd you get in the basket? I don't know.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

WALKER: Watch out.

Can I borrow your gloves?

What, you're...? You're gonna jump?

You have a better idea?

Okay, I'll see you on the ground.

(screams) Oh, no! Oh!

(laughing hysterically)

( suspenseful theme playing)

Now, get this thing going. Come on, move it.

(both grunting)

You all right, Mrs. Malloy?

Uh-huh.

But he's not.

Well...

Take us down, will ya?

(air hisses)

( 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 ♪

OFFICER: That's it. Okay, fold her up.

(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 peaked.

Well, I kinda got a little thing about heights.

(all laugh)

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

Of course I do. Trent's friend.

(adults laugh)

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

He's fine.

( dramatic theme playing)

TRENT: My name is Sergeant Malloy and this is hand-to-hand combat.

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

Miller.

Hands up, Miller.

(both grunting)

Ah!

Sanderson.

(grunting)

(yells)

Roach.

Focus, Roach. Concentrate.

(both grunting)

TRENT: You're not concentrating.

TRENT: Williams.

(both grunting)

Simmons.

(grunting)

TRENT: Good, but not good enough.

Deere. (yells)

The enemy's not gonna give you any slack.

(both grunting)

(yells)

WOMAN: I'm 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.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(car engine starts)

MAN: Easy. Easy, Mitch.

Don't you recognize me?

Yeah.

I thought you were... (gun whirs)

(grunting)

I was.

Safe.

(all laughing and cheering)

Don't gloat.

No gloating.

MAN 1: Way to go, Alex.

TRIVETTE: Don't gloat.

Good hit, Miss Cahill.

Thank you, Tandy.

Go ahead, Dad. Knock Miss Cahill in.

Just for you, babe. I promise.

MAN 2: Easy, now. MAN 1: All right, Thunder.

MAN 3: We got them.

All right, Thunder Malloy, this is it.

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

Now, you've managed to beat me somehow

5 years in a row... (laughs)

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

THUNDER: Just throw the ball, okay?

This is a softball game, not a sermon.

Amen.

MAN 4: All right, all right. WOMAN 1: Come on.

Strike one.

(crowd cheering and booing) THUNDER: What?

Strike? Are you blind, ump?

MAN: Nice pitch, Pastor Jones.

I may have married you, Thunder Malloy,

but I am not blind.

Play ball.

Way to go, Mom.

Woo-hoo.

Anybody could tell that's a perfectly...

Good... Good strike... Good call.

(laughs)

( upbeat theme playing)

(crowd cheering)

Damn!

(dog barking)

Watch out, Moses.

Come on, Tyler.

Way to go, Thunder!

Hey, good throw, son. It was close.

Thanks, Dad.

(gasping)

Moses, I hit the ball, not you.

(laughs)

You get out of here.

You okay, Thunder?

Yeah, I'm okay. I ju...

I should have passed on that second piece of apple pie.

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

Right here, Tommy. Buddy, right here.

Right here, buddy.

Right over your head.

WOMAN 2: Come on, home run.

(crowd cheering)

(speaks indistinctly)

Come on, hustle. Come on, hustle.

Oh, oh, oh, yeah.

(laughs)

PASTOR JONES: Come on, hustle.

Come on, Dad. Come on, Dad.

Get it in. We'll get him in.

(laughs)

Woo! Woo!

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

Man, six years in a row.

(squeals)

(gasps)

(grunting)

(laughs)

Woo-hoo-hoo!

All right!

(dog whines)

Dad!

( dramatic theme playing)

Thunder?

(dog whines)

(officers talking indistinctly)

OFFICER 1: That's it. OFFICER 2: Give him some room.

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.

WOMAN: ♪ Amazing Grace ♪

♪ How sweet ♪

♪ The sound ♪

♪ That saved... ♪

KATIE: I guess this is it, huh?

♪ ...a wretch like me... ♪

(crying)

(whispers): We had a wonderful life together...

and I'm really grateful for that.

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

I know you're in a better place.

And don't worry about us, sweetheart.

(whispers): We'll be fine.

Mom?

( dramatic theme playing)

Trent? Oh, Trent.

It's okay, Mom.

It's gonna be okay.

I'm so glad you're here. I'm so glad you're here.

TRENT: It's gonna be okay.

( mellow theme playing)

(dog whining)

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.

Now, you go ahead. I'll help your Mom.

Two against one. Okay.

(laughs) KATIE: Go on.

Mighty pretty funeral, son.

Old Thunder would have been proud.

Thank you, Mr. Parker.

Oh, son?

You wanna stay real close to your mama now.

She's gonna need you.

MAN: Hi, you kids. How y'all doing?

(speaks inaudibly)

THUNDER (voice-over): 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.

Um, part of me feels like I shouldn't even be here.

Ever since I left the seminary and signed up for the Army...

(sighs)

Thunder and I, we just never really...

(inhales deeply)

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.

(sighs)

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.

Uh, so much to think about.

You know, I feel like a caged animal,

I'm so antsy.

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

( motivational theme playing)

(panting)

Okay, okay, I feel better.

Hoo.

(chuckles)

I feel better.

Okay.

Good.

So, 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,

but 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.

Let's go. Come on.

No more, no more for me.

Hoo.

[CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO]

OFFICER (over CB): This is unit Delta 16.

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

DISPATCHER (over CB): Roger that, 16. Dinner at Mario's.

OFFICER: I've never heard anything so ridiculous in all my life.

All I'm sayin' 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, I gotta go see a man about a horse.

Yeah, if I see the waitress I'll tell her to bring you

some chopsticks, okay?

( ominous theme playing)

(flushing)

It's all yours, man.

(people shouting)

Wait a minute. (gun whining)

Aren't you...? Yeah, Dave, I am.

(beeping)

(grunting)

(whimpers)

Morning, Moses.

What have you got there?

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 With the last of one ♪

♪ And through my rebel years ♪

♪ As I faced my fears ♪

♪ He's the reason I am What I have become ♪

♪ I am my father's son ♪

♪ I am my father's son ♪

Hey, Thunder.

It's me.

You know, 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.

Mom. Mm-hm?

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.

(vehicle approaching) Really?

Really.

(door opens) I gotta 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.

What's with, uh, Tommy?

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

Give him some room.

Mom, um, I need to talk to you.

Okay.

Um, you guys done?

Mm-hm. Okay, upstairs.

Brush your teeth, make your beds.

Go 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.

KATIE: No. The Army was your career, son.

I don't want you to let that go.

TRENT: Mom.

Mom, this is something I want to do.

More than that, this is something I have to do.

(chuckling nervously): Okay. Well, welcome home.

Billy, you think Grandma would like this?

You think...? B-Billy?

Billy? Billy!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. That was a close call.

Yeah. Yeah.

Where's your mommy, huh? Where's Mommy?

Oh, Billy. Oh, thank you so much.

He's okay, he's okay.

He just slipped away. Little Evel Knievel.

Get down and stay here.

Get out of the way.

They robbed my jewelry store.

(crowd shouting)

(sigh of relief)

Ah.

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.

(chuckles)

Who did this?

He did.

(chuckles)

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.

Aw, come on, Trent, I mean,

we were just kids, man.

You gotta let that go.

It was an accident.

(gunshot)

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.

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 wanna do.

So how's everyone doing?

Ah, my mom misses Thunder a lot.

She tries to be strong, but...

How about the kids?

Tandy 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 ♪

♪ Feeling no one really cares ♪

♪ Will I ever find The answers... ♪

That makes 98. Two more.

TOMMY: All right. Thanks, Adam.

Hey, don't. Give that back.

No, don't. Over here, man.

(chuckles)

Stop.

Hey, give it back to him.

(bullies murmur)

What'd you say?

You heard what I said.

BULLY 1: You want me to give him back his computer?

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 playin' anyway.

BULLY 2: Yeah.

Here.

(screams)

(groaning)

(gasps)

BULLY 3: What a little girl.

(bullies laughing)

BULLY 2: Right on, man.

TANDY: I think I can cover the bruises.

Okay, Tandy.

Just be careful, okay? I don't wanna look like a goof.

I am being careful.

This isn't easy, you know.

TYLER: What about this?

What's that for?

TANDY: Eyelashes.

Well, thanks, Ty, but I think my eyelashes

are the only thing on my face that isn't bruised.

(vehicle approaching)

Oh, man, Trent's home.

Come on, hurry it up. Tandy, 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.

(quietly): Okay.

Not too much, not too much.

How do I look? Is it good?

Mm-hm. Looks good?

Ty, any of the bruises showing here, man?

Is it gonna work? Looks good.

All right. Wish me luck, guys.

(whimpers)

Mm. Mom, 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.

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

(sighs)

A fight?

It looks more like you got hit by a truck.

May I be excused?

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

(door slams)

You wanna talk about it?

There's nothing to talk about, Trent.

I'm not you, okay?

OFFICER: Come man, get off.

Get off. You're gonna kill him.

OFFICER 2: What are you doing, man?

I'm home.

WOMAN: In here, honey.

(kids 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.

(goofy laugh)

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

(doorbell dings)

( ominous theme playing)

I'll get it.

KILLER: Hi, Danny.

Miss me?

Hey, what are you doing?

(gun powering up)

(grunting)

WIFE: Danny? Danny?

(screaming): Danny! Danny!

OFFICER 1: Get those people back.

OFFICER 2: Watch the line, there.

(camera shutters clicking)

What have we got?

Victim's name is Danny McEvoy.

He's on the force in North Dallas.

He left a wife and three kids.

Ranger Walker?

That's right. Diane Dawson.

I'm the new forensic psychologist.

This is my partner, Ranger Trivette.

How you doing? Hi.

Taking over for Dr. Jackson? I am.

WALKER: So, what do you think we got here?

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.

It 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.

( ominous theme playing)

(helicopter blades whirring)

Still afraid of heights?

Sure am, Ranger Walker.

Something troubling you?

No, sir.

I... I knew the victim.

Not well, but...

Any idea who could have done this?

No, sir.

( ominous theme playing)

( 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 ♪