Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

(rattling)

Now, hold on. What's that?

Oh, no. The death cart.

No...

MAN: No, please.

Hurry. Hurry. Quick, it's time.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Oh, Lord, give me strength.

(EKG beeping)

MAN: No! No!

Ungh! Let me go.

No. Let me go.

Oh... Martha!

(moaning)

(moaning, gasping)

(groaning)

(EKG flatlines)

MAN: I was laying out the helmet and pants and...

And Don made his locker, and that's when he told me.

What's that, Josh?

He's telling me he's not gonna be playing next year.

Can you believe that, Jimmy?

A tough kid like Don Meredith?

Don Meredith did retire.

No.

Yes. Really?

Yes, sir.

When was this?

Uh... 30 years ago.

Will somebody please tell me

what I was talking about before I lost those 30 years?

You were trying to explain

why you had asked Jimmy to come out

with me today, Daddy.

Yeah, right.

There was something I wanted to talk to Jimmy about,

and I put it down on this tape recorder you gave me, Paula,

and I... And I put it over here.

( mysterious theme playing)

And I put it in here.

Now, I know I did.

I... I mean, I... I think I did.

(door opens)

Uh... Oh, no.

Time's just about up for visiting hours, sir.

JOSH: Go away!

Hey, you wanna give us a couple of minutes?

How are things going, Josh?

They treating you all right around here?

I don't know, Jimmy.

Half the time I can't remember what I had for breakfast.

This Alzheimer's good at that.

Daddy, please, they...

It's all right if you don't remember, Josh.

We love you. We'll do the remembering.

When it comes to your time with the Cowboys,

you just call old Trivette, all right?

I'll just call old "Go Long" Trivette.

Yeah. Thank you.

(chuckles)

I'm sorry I wasted your time.

Coming way out here.

No. Nobody wasted my time, Paula.

Listen, for four years, your father was more to me

than just the equipment manager on America's team, all right?

It's just not fair that something terrible like this

happens to someone like...

Hey.

Did I say "not fair"?

Yeah, you did. But that's all right, you know.

Sometimes life's not fair.

Yeah, but it doesn't make it any easier

for me to accept.

(humming)

NURSE: Hey, you old bat.

No dancing in the hall.

Don't. Hey. Hey.

Don't you think you're being a little rough there, sir?

Just doing my job, Ranger.

It's time for her meds,

and all she wants to do is dance.

The eternal dance of life.

Stop dancing, and you shall return

to dust, posthaste.

Would you care to dance, young man?

Yes, I would.

But maybe you should take your medication.

Oh.

Okay.

If you say so.

Last night was the ninth patient we've lost

since we began the new round of testing.

(shushing)

The bedside manner around here could use some improvement.

Yeah, I see that.

We've got to slow down, Janet.

I am very concerned.

Someone is bound to catch on.

Oh. Relax, John, nobody's gonna catch anything.

We're talking about old people here.

Old people die.

It's a fact of life.

But, Janet... Don't "Janet" me.

I've staked everything on this.

My professional reputation,

every cent I've got,

all invested in your research,

all because of your promise

that we would have a product

for the pharmaceutical companies.

A product, John,

that would guarantee us millions.

And how long did you say it would take, John?

A year.

It's been almost two.

Alzheimer's is proving

to be much more genetically complex than I thought.

I'm doing my best.

Then you'll just have to find a new best,

because failure isn't an option.

(knock on door)

JANET: What?

Trouble.

JOSH: Paula, I-I'm taping this like you told me to, honey.

I-it's bad here.

Real bad.

Monroe and Daniels, they both in on it.

They got this...

This death cart, a-and when it comes...

It... It comes... What's wrong with me?

Why can't I remember?

P-people have died.

That's it. Got to remember that.

All because of that death cart.

(laughs)

No, no, no, no, no.

No. No.

(whimpering)

JOSH: No. No.

Come on, Josh. Go away.

That's a good boy. No. No.

( 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 ♪

( dramatic theme playing)

TRIVETTE: I went to see Paula's dad this weekend.

He wanted to talk to me about something.

About what? I don't know.

He says, "Paula, go find Jimmy.

Bring him up here. I wanna talk to him about something."

I go up there... he forgets.

Do you know what he wanted?

No.

I think it's serious, though.

You know, and another thing,

I believe that Cherokee stuff of yours

is beginning to rub off on me.

You know, like when you get that weird feeling?

It might be crazy,

but it ends up being true.

Did you get that feeling at Quiet Rest?

Absolutely. Right in the middle of my shoulder blades,

like something's wrong.

Something's bad. (phone ringing)

Jeez. Walker, man. This is frustrating.

Yeah. Jimmy.

What?

Yeah. I'm sorry.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

So we're talking about it, and now this happens.

Paula's father?

Josh died last night.

People at the nursing home say it was a heart attack.

She wants me to run her up there.

Tell her I'm sorry.

( mysterious theme playing)

(door opens)

(door closes)

(sobbing)

( mysterious theme continues)

MONROE: Alzheimer's can lead

to intense depression and melancholia.

We see that out here all the time.

Don't we, Dr. Daniels?

DANIELS: Yes, absolutely.

MONROE: We have found that this high level of stress

can result in cardiac arrest,

and sometimes, even death.

What do you think, doctor? Daniels?

Hm? TRIVETTE: What do you think?

Oh. Well, I agree with Dr. Monroe.

Cardiac arrest brought on

by an acute anxiety attack.

Well, we'll see what the medical examiner says

after the autopsy.

By all means, Ms. Leonard,

if it will make you feel better.

Yes, it...

It will make me feel better. Yes.

Well, then, we'll arrange to...

TRIVETTE: I'll have the coroner pick up the body.

Thank you.

Let's get you out of here.

We are so sorry for your loss.

( somber theme playing)

My God, she's so beautiful.

An autopsy?

(chuckles)

Of all the rotten luck.

A meddling Texas Ranger.

None of the other families even thought to ask

about an autopsy.

What if the new compound shows up during the autopsy?

Won't prove a thing.

So you really think something's wrong at Quiet Rest?

That's what my nose is telling me.

Okay. Well, here.

What's this?

I ran a check on all sudden deaths

at senior care facilities

for the last three years.

So you took my Cherokee seriously.

Well, you never ignore the spirit talk

of another man's soul, Trivette.

Check the last page.

The Quiet Rest death rate is 27 percent higher

than any other comparable facility.

Yeah.

Ah. Just the guys I was looking for.

I just finished the autopsy.

Joshua Patrick Leonard died of an embolism,

basically an air bubble that enters the bloodstream

and somehow found its way to his heart. It's a freaky thing.

Nursing home said it was a heart attack.

They were wrong.

Or they lied to me.

Could it be homicide?

Could've been, but considering the number

of injections he was receiving, impossible to prove.

But I did find a trace

of a substance closely resembling PSL-130

in the bloodstream.

What is that exactly?

PSL-130 is an experimental drug

banned by the FDA.

Before it was outlawed, it was used

as a counteragent against Alzheimer's disease.

So why was it banned?

WALKER: Well, the people using the drug

showed signs of improvement,

but the side effects were devastating.

Significantly higher rates of strokes and heart attacks,

unexplained seizures.

You mean, exactly what seems to be happening at Quiet Rest?

Exactly.

Alex, honey, this is plain as the nose

on your sweet face.

Those quacks at Quiet Rest

were using human beings as guinea pigs.

Josh found out about it.

They put a bubble in his heart to shut him up.

C.D., that is an awful big assumption

with no proof.

Actually, Trivette and I think

C.D.'s on to something here.

What about evidence? C.D.: Go out and dig it up.

There's no mystery to it, sweetheart.

C.D., could Trivette and I talk to you for a minute?

Sure.

Well, you know,

I've noticed that you've been looking

extremely tired lately.

I've noticed it too. Tired?

Like working all the hours around here

is starting to get to you.

I think the thing you need right now

is a good rest.

Go some place where people can take care of you.

Are you out of your mind?

I need someone to take care of me

like a hog needs a sidesaddle.

I know what you guys are up to.

You're gonna send me on deep cover out there, aren't you?

But wait a minute...

that's an old folks' home.

Well, can you pretend to act old?

You know, act... Oh, you know I can.

Remember in Tyler, when you put me in deep cover?

Yeah, I do remember. That's why we want you

for this assignment.

I can do it.

What's the setup, guys?

You're going to be a new patient.

You're going in as my grumpy old father-in-law.

TRIVETTE: Suffering from the early stages of Alzheimer's.

I can do it.

Who would be the daughter

of this grumpy old man?

Guess who?

(laughs)

I'm game.

But there is one thing.

ALEX: What's that?

You've got to go in pregnant.

Pregnant?

( baby cries)

WALKER: Dr. Monroe?

Oh.

Mr. Hayes, I didn't expect you back

from your tour of the facility so soon.

How is your father doing?

Well, an orderly's showing him around the grounds.

Oh. Ms. Hayes, please,

won't you come and have a seat? Thank you.

May I get you something to drink?

Oh, no, thank you.

Just, ungh, sitting down will be great.

Well, is it a boy or a girl?

A girl. A boy.

ALEX: I-I mean, we didn't find out.

We wanted it to be a surprise.

Paul here wants a boy, and I want a girl.

Well, how far along are you?

Eight months. Oh.

Well, in a month you'll know.

ALEX: Yes.

And, uh...

That's exactly the reason why we wanted to put...

I mean, admit my father here.

Yes. I was reading the admittance papers.

C.D.: I don't wanna go!

MONROE: He is rather feisty, isn't he?

ALEX: It's really the Alzheimer's.

I mean, he's a wonderful man.

Of course,

but I can understand you would be concerned,

with the baby on the way, about his violent

and erratic behavior.

We'll take good care of him, Ms. Hayes.

Believe me.

We have to think of the baby.

You're doing the right thing.

Wow, he's kicking.

(chuckles lightly)

How exciting.

Yeah.

He's kicking? Sheesh.

I don't know where you're pushing me, son. I...

The exit to this mausoleum is this way.

We're going to your room, Mr. Carlton,

not to the exit.

No! No! I don't have a room.

I don't want a room here.

I don't wanna stay in this loony bin!

No way! No how!

I don't dig it when people give me a hard time.

And I especially don't dig it

when old people give me a hard time.

Do you understand, Mr. Carlton?

I understand.

That's good.

'Cause if you keep your mouth shut,

then I won't have to hurt you.

Got it?

I... I got it.

( ominous theme playing)

Finally got me under lock and key!

Finally got me on ice, eh?

It's for your own good, Dad.

Dad. Don't you call me Dad,

you snake in the grass.

He's a snake in the grass!

Snake in the grass!

Daddy, Daddy, please.

(door shuts)

Snake in the grass? (C.D. laughs)

Part of the role.

Well, I'll say.

(C.D. laughs)

These pea-brained bullies

push around all these old folks that can't defend themselves.

I tell you, it's burning me, and that's the truth.

Just don't show it, C.D.

I won't. I'm just as anxious to get these guys as you are.

Well, you know what you're looking for.

Any paperwork that's gonna verify our suspicion

about their illegal testing.

Or a sample of that PSL-130

that was in Josh

and any kind of testimony that I can squeeze out

of these old folks.

Yeah. Now, take this...

and this.

Well, I can understand the cellular phone.

They could monitor a call,

but, Cordell, is this so dangerous I need a Bible?

There's a transmitter in the binding.

Just press "holy."

Oh.

(beeping)

Oh.

Well, it works.

C.D: Good.

Okay. Be careful.

I will. You can depend on me. You know that.

All right, you.

Bye-bye.

And remember you're old.

Smart aleck.

(laughs)

(door opens)

(sighs)

TRIVETTE: Hey.

Everything okay?

Yeah. C.D.'s in.

Boy, you were right about that place, Jimmy.

I do not like it.

(cell phone rings)

Hello. Is he gonna be okay?

Well, he's an old pro, Trivette.

Right. He's not in the Texas Ranger hall of fame for nothing.

WALKER: That's right.

Thank you.

Of the nine patients that died under suspicious circumstances,

5 of the families have agreed to exhume the bodies.

We'll just try to get court orders for the remaining four.

And if we can find traces of PSL-130...

Give us probable cause for a search warrant.

WALKER: Yeah.

WOMAN: Listen, God,

I hate to bring this up.

But all these conversations we've been having lately,

they're so one-sided.

Maybe it's me, my ears.

I don't hear so well anymore.

But I seem to be the only one

doing the talking.

And after all these weeks

and everything that's been going on in here...

I'm beginning to wonder.

Are you even listening?

(wind howling)

I'll take that as a sign.

Thank you, thank you.

I won't let you down.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(whimpering)

( suspenseful theme swells)

ORDERLY: One of those little plastic toys, you know,

the kind you get at a fast food restaurant

sold for 26,000 bucks.

Just a little piece of plastic.

Man, I need to start eating out more often.

Yeah.

(alarm bell ringing)

Damn.

( action theme playing)

Oh, no. Oh, no.

(car horn honking)

Will you help...? Would you help?

Please, help me.

Please, will somebody help? Will somebody help me, please?

Help me, uh... (babbling)

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Calm down, calm down.

Hold on. Are you feeling all right? Are you okay? Hold on.

He'll be fine.

It's okay. He's one of the patients.

Come on, Mr. Wilson, it's time for your medication.

Oh, please help me.

Okay. It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be...

( ominous theme playing)

MAN (on TV): Ha-ha. Is that fantastic, or what?

I wouldn't have believed it if it hadn't been on my own show.

Let's go see how Anne's doing, all right? Come on.

How're you doing?

Good.

I do rumba. I do tango.

Oh, I know them all.

Would you like to dance?

Do you do the tuna, you old bat?

Come on, everybody, let's show her how to do the tuna.

(gagging)

That's enough, Fisher.

(laughs)

Why don't you sit and watch some TV, Maisie?

MAISIE: Sorry.

To stop dancing is to return to dust

posthaste.

Oh, Dr. Daniels. Dr. Daniels?

Yes, Mr. Collinswood?

That new injection that you gave me,

i-it's causing me terrible headaches

and it makes me nauseous.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that, uh, but...

I... I know, I know, you said there would be side effects,

but these are getting pretty bad.

DANIELS: Mr. Collinswood,

you remembered I mentioned side effects.

Isn't that a definite improvement for you?

COLLINSWOOD: Yes. Heh-heh.

That was... That was... almost a week ago.

And I remembered clear as a bell.

That stuff you're using is working.

Yeah.

I really remembered.

Clear as a bell. Yeah.

( suspenseful theme playing)

( suspenseful theme swells)

You promised we would dance...

Get out of my way, you nutty old broad.

Out of my way!

And no more!

I ain't kidding around, space girl.

You understand?

Need some help, Derrick?

He doesn't, but you might.

(phone rings)

Walker. C.D.: Hey, Cordell.

How are you doing, C.D.? Have you dug up anything?

I don't have a thing to go to court with.

Not yet, at least.

But they're definitely trying out new drugs on patients.

I can't prove the drugs are the illegal kind,

not until I get inside a certain locked room.

Well, you be careful.

Oh, don't you worry about me, Cordell.

I'm... I'm sharp as ever, probably sharper.

I know you are. Still, be careful.

I'll give you a call tomorrow.

Okay.

(phone clicks)

( suspenseful theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(door creaking)

Who are you, Mr. Carlton?

I beg your pardon, madam.

You don't belong in here, So who are you?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I overheard most of your conversation

on that cell phone of yours,

and I'm not stupid.

So I assume you're the law.

I understand your reluctance,

but I've been here for weeks now,

and I know the difference

from the poor souls who are real

and those who are not.

And you, sweetheart, you are not.

The way you talk, you aren't either.

Flatterer.

You detained that orderly

so I could get those keys, didn't you?

(laughs)

Yes. And did you get the keys?

(laughs)

Yes, I did.

Marvelous! Shhh.

You know, I've been in here so many weeks,

and I never had the right chance

to pull it off.

Like you, I concluded

if a room is continually locked,

there's got to be some very important evidence.

(door opens)

Whoops.

(humming)

Where are my glasses, you looney tunes old crazy?

Oh, orderly Fisher, sir.

What do you think you're doing there, space girl?

I'm dancing sitting down.

(C.D. laughs)

Who are these men?

Where do they come from?

ORDERLY: Shut up, Carlton.

I wanna see Norma.

I want my baby. Come on, space girl.

It's medicine time. I want my baby.

I want my baby.

Freak.

Right on the head, pop.

Whoops.

Here are your drugs.

Freak.

( mysterious theme playing)

(light snoring)

(men laughing)

What in tarnation is going...?!

(grunts)

Ah! You can't do this!

Take it easy, old man! This ain't gonna hurt much.

I'm a Texas Ranger! I'm a Texas Ranger!

I'm a Texas Ranger! (laughing)

I'm a Texas Ranger.

I'm a Texas Ranger.

I'm a Texas Ra... I'm a Texas Ranger!

(yelps)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(EKG monitor beeping)

(man grunting)

Don't do it. Don't do it.

(grunting)

( suspenseful theme swells)

(grunting continues)

(EKG beeping rapidly)

(man groaning, grunting)

(EKG beeping extremely rapidly)

(EKG flatlines)

We are not making progress here.

We're back to square one.

(door closes)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(door closes)

( suspenseful theme continues)

(C.D. snoring)

( suspenseful theme swells)

C.D.: Where are you taking me?

ORDERLY: Over here with the other geezers.

C.D.: I don't wanna go over there.

Tough.

I don't wanna go over there.

Fine, you stupid old fool.

Why don't you just sit out here and rot, for all I care?

I don't like you.

Go whatever way you want. I don't like you.

Mm-hm. All right.

MAN: I'll be right there.

Hold on one second.

C.D.: Cordell?

Yeah, it's me.

WALKER: Hey, C.D.

We lost one last night.

I'm sorry. Who was it?

Collinswood.

Yeah, the official line is it's a stroke,

and it may well be.

But I think it originated in a... In a lab.

Listen, C.D., you be careful.

Yeah, right.

Adios.

Maisie. Ha-ha-ha!

Care for a push around the grounds, Mr. Carlton?

I'd be delighted.

(Maisie and C.D. laughing)

MAN: No, don't worry. I-I'll take care of her.

She's just a loon.

You stay here and make sure. Come on.

You heard her.

Come on, Maisie, tell me your story.

How did you get here?

Well...

my best friend Helen Sawyer...

had Alzheimer's.

Physically, she was strong as a horse.

We used to go dancing every weekend

at the Astoria Ballroom.

Oh, how Helen loved to dance.

(C.D. laughs)

Then it got where she couldn't live alone,

so her family decided to move her in here.

I helped them make the decision.

I thought it was best for Helen.

(clears throat)

(exhales)

Three weeks later, she was dead.

Oh, my.

After she died, I started remembering

some of the odd things that she told me

about the death cart in the middle of the night...

and all the new drugs that nice Dr. Daniels

was trying out on her.

You went undercover, Maisie.

Yeah. To Dr. Monroe and the staff,

all of the patients here are exactly the same:

a bunch of old guinea pigs.

Now...

when are you going to use those keys that you stole?

(laughs)

Tonight.

Before they can change the locks.

I'm C.D. Parker,

Captain C.D. Parker, retired Texas Ranger.

There's no such thing as a retired Texas Ranger.

Even I know that.

Ha-ha. Come on, Maisie.

We better get out of here.

(laughing)

( mysterious theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

Deputy D.A. Cahill already has copies.

Everybody exhumed had significant amounts

of PSL-130 and other substances that we haven't even identified,

though they appear to be other versions

of the same drug.

Looks like you have probable cause.

Great.

(phone ringing)

Walker.

Walker, it's Alex.

Is Kim there?

Yes, she is.

She gave us the lowdown.

How soon can you get the warrants?

I wanna get C.D. out of there as soon as I can.

Absolutely.

I'm gonna start waking up judges.

Okay. Thanks.

( spooky theme playing)

Wake up, Mr. Carlton.

Time for your shot.

Hey.

I said, wake up, you old goat.

What the hell?

( suspenseful theme playing)

( suspenseful theme swells)

Psst.

Psst.

Have you found anything yet?

Go to your room.

I'll wait for you.

Go to your room now.

Oh.

(footsteps approaching)

(screams)

MAISIE: Let go.

Hey, old man.

What you doing, huh?

(chuckles)

I'm looking for ice cream.

I like ice cream every night.

I like ice cream.

♪ I scream, you scream ♪

Everybody screams. (grunts)

(pager beeps)

C.D.

Come here.

(laughs)

The Lord ain't gonna help you now, old man.

( dramatic theme playing)

MONROE: So, what's your story?

C.D.: I don't remember.

Are you with the...? The police

or...? Or a pharmaceutical company? What?

Uh, I don't remember.

Nobody's gonna harm you or... Or Maisie here.

What could we possibly gain?

C.D.: Millions of dollars.

You piece of human garbage.

You'll do anything.

You've killed people.

Well, then.

Fine.

Draw up a lysergic acid,

methylphenidate and detron cocktail.

That should take your mind off things...

permanently.

Listen to me, lady doctor.

I'm a Texas Ranger, and pretty soon

you're gonna be hip deep in lawmen out here.

That's why he didn't talk.

He's been stalling to keep us here.

Hurry up. Kill him.

( action theme playing)

He's stalling now just to save his sweet old...

Dr. Monroe. The law.

You better tell your men

that if they can't take care of this, they're all gonna

end up back in prison.

Give him the shot.

Janet.

Give him the shot.

And I'll shred the experiment records.

( dramatic theme playing)

( dramatic theme swells)

ORDERLY: Get 'em. Right there. Walker.

(all grunting)

(grunts)

I'll get Monroe.

(grunts)

Whew!

Bunch of freaks.

(grunting)

(patients cheering, applauding)

Ow.

You all right, C.D.? Yeah, I'm fine.

Where's Dr. Monroe?

Uh, Maisie's looking for her in the office.

Let's go.

What are you doing here?

Just dancing.

Well, get out.

I think not.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

Aren't you a spitfire.

You'd better believe it.

(Maisie laughs)

One punch.

(laughs)

PAULA: What will happen now, Ms. Cahill?

Well, one thing's for certain.

Monroe and Daniels will go to prison,

and most of the staff of Quiet Rest

will go back to prison.

You know, C.D.,

you did one heck of a job up there.

Well, I've gotta admit, I really got the blood flowing.

But I'll tell you,

I know why they say don't hit a fellow with glasses.

I had to have a damn tetanus shot and everything.

(laughs)

I can't thank you all enough.

Me neither.

C.D.: Neither can I, Maisie.

You saved my life.

I wish there was some way that I could, uh...

( country music playing)

♪ In the dusty dance hall ♪

Well.

♪ We began to fall ♪

♪ As the music ♪

♪ Swept us away ♪

♪ Neither spoke a word ♪

♪ But we both heard ♪

♪ Everything... ♪

What was the line you said at the rest home?

Stop dancing and to dust I shall return.

Posthaste.

(laughs)

♪ We danced ♪

♪ I held the world In my hands ♪

♪ When I get to heaven ♪

♪ I'll have been there before ♪

♪ 'Cause it couldn't be more ♪

♪ Than when we danced ♪

( 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 ♪