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( light rock action theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

(beeps)

Don't turn around, buddy.

Just give me your money or die.

I said don't turn around.

I heard you. Just hand over the cash,

and nobody gets hurt. I work hard for this money,

and I ain't about to just hand it over

to some little punk like you.

Who you calling a punk? Do you see this?

Yeah, I see it. You see this?

(gunshot)

(grunts)

(grunts)

Fine. Keep your money.

That makes seven of these ATM robberies

in the past two weeks, huh?

Yeah,

but this is the best photo we've gotten of this guy so far.

All right. I'll put it out on the wire.

Okay.

(computer beeping)

Hey, looks like your buddy's calling.

Well, he was your buddy first.

Yeah, yeah, until I got tired of losing to him.

Or until he got tired of beating you.

Whatever.

There you go.

What?

Well, I just think it's nice,

you and the kid on the Internet, playing chess.

It's... It's sweet.

(computer beeping)

Well, he sounds lonely.

And if he's only 12 and can play this well,

he is lonely.

TRIVETTE: Yeah, but you can take him down.

You can take him down.

Take his rook with your bishop,

then you'll have him on the run.

That's why he quit playing you, Trivette.

Watch.

I'll take his knight with that bishop.

Checkmate?

Yep.

Yeah, well, it took you four times

before you beat him.

Well, that's better than losing to him 12 times straight.

Don't... Don't go there.

(chuckles)

CHAD: Boy, I should have seen that move coming, A.R.T.

A.R.T.: This Ranger Walker must be a very good player

to defeat you, Chad.

Yeah, considering you taught me how to play, A.R.T.

Well, the human mind is prone to do the unexpected.

And being nonhuman, it follows that my chess instructions

may have leaned towards the mechanical.

Stop putting yourself down, A.R.T.

My official designation, after all,

is Artificial Reactive Technology...

Emphasis on artificial.

So I may be considered a poor attempt

at replicating the human brain

and not suited to...Oh, baloney.

Baloney?

You'll always be A.R.T. to me.

My best friend.

I don't know what I would have done without you

these past eight years.

My mom dying,

and me moving to the institute and all, I...

You got me through.

You know, and if I had any complaint at all...

What would your complaint be, Chad?

Since you're a giant supercomputer

and not a person,

I can't give you a hug.

Most unscientific, Mr. Morgan.

Hmph.

Excellent scientist, your mother.

She created you.

My point exactly.

I don't feel like she's gone.

Perhaps not.

Since you first began having these feelings,

I've checked with other systems out there,

and I've detected activity

on your mother's social security number.

Unusual for a deceased person, and there's more.

More?

She could be somewhere in Dallas.

Wait. Someone's approaching.

Dr. Haines.

Oh.

Time for my mind-expanding exercises.

We'll talk about this later.

Ready, Chad?

All set.

I'd like to hug you too, Chad.

Will Dr. Payton be there today?

He's in charge of the project.

Yes, I know.

Nothing to worry about, Chad.

I'll be there too.

Remember?

( ominous theme playing)

Little freak!

(grunts)

MAN: Let me down!

Let me down, you little freak!

Let me down from here!

Let me down!

Let me down, you little jerk.

Let me down!

Let me down!

That's enough, Chad. Stop it.

Okay.

Let me down!

(grunts)

Chad. Excellent. Excellent.

Bravo. Very good.

Now, listen, why don't you go with Wilkens here

and prepare for your other exercises. Okay?

Yes, sir.

These physical attacks on Chad

are hardly scientific, Dr. Payton.

But packed with enormous

scientific information, Dr. Haines.

Did you observe Chad's split-second reflex action?

Boom!

The increase in power when anger supplanted fear?

Ho-ho.

He is at the peak of his psycho-kinetic powers.

A PK savant like none we've seen.

He is a frightened and terribly lonely 12-year-old,

and you're pushing him too hard.

This cannot continue.

Dr. Haines, Chad likes you and trusts you,

and that makes you a member of the team,

but, uh, let me make one thing very clear.

You can be replaced.

He can't.

Is that understood?

Good. Then let's get back to work.

( 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 ♪

( dramatic theme playing)

PAYTON (over speaker): All right. Good boy, Chad. That's it.

Very good.

Concentrate now, Chad.

Yeah. There you go.

Very good, Chad.

Focus now. Very good, Chad.

Now, Chad, center beam.

Do you hear me? Chad?

I hear you.

Okay.

All right.

Very good. Very good, Chad.

All right. Now, concentrate.

Concentrate. Very good.

Focus, Chad, focus.

Now, Chad. Center beam, Chad.

Do you hear me? Center beam.

I hear you.

It's slipping, Chad. Chad.

Come on, now. It's slipping.

Chad? Bear down. It's slipping. Come on.

Chad, concentrate!

(monitor beeping)

That's enough!

Dr. Haines,

I'll say when it's enough, all right?

Come on, Chad.

Come on, buddy. It's slipping.

Dr. Haines!

Yes, Chad?

Head hurts bad.

HAINES: Stop it now, Payton!

Come on, Chad! Come on now. Don't be a crybaby.

Come on. You can do this. Be a man.

Come on, Chad. You're a tiger. What do you say?

Come on, now. Keep at it. Keep trying.

You can make it happen, Chad. Go. Come on.

Focus, Chad! Concentrate!

(monitor alarm blaring)

Ah! Damn.

It's okay.

That was uncalled-for.

It's okay.

Chad, you're excused for the rest of the day.

I'll be up to see you later.

All right. That's all for now.

Be back here at 3:00, and we'll review this incident.

You're pushing him too hard.

You saw the blood. That's hemorrhaging, Payton.

(sighs)

We have no choice, Dr. Haines.

If the others we've tested here are any guideline,

then Chad's psycho-kinetic power's

not gonna last much longer.

The oldest was 13 and a half.

I remember. Brain tumor.

Yes, well, which very well might have happened

with or without our experiments.

I don't believe that, and neither do you.

Oh, then just spare me your bleeding heart, will you?

It's time to push!

Boom! It's time to push hard!

He could die, Payton. Chad could die.

(sighs)

Okay, yes.

Well, should, uh, Chad Morgan die,

we'd learn a tremendous amount from his autopsy,

wouldn't we?

Maybe even enough to finally determine how his power works.

If anything happens to Chad,

I'll go to the authorities, the press.

Are you foolish enough to do something like that, Vera?

See you at 3.

CHAD: You recorded all this?

A.R.T.: From the moment you left the exercise room.

That's enough, A.R.T.

Is it true what they said, A.R.T.?

I could die?

It's true, Chad.

What am I gonna do?

You might ask advice from your Internet friend, Ranger Walker.

Yeah. Okay.

Ah, he's not in.

I'm gonna leave a message.

There. In the meantime, I better go talk to Dr. Haines.

Be careful, Chad.

And remember,

wherever there's a security camera,

I'm watching.

Thanks, A.R.T.

TRIVETTE: According to his parole officer,

Garson's apartment is on the third floor.

(gun cocks)

Watch it!

Let's go.

( dramatic theme playing)

Hold it, Garson!

Would you have made that jump?

Only if the Texas Rangers were after me.

Let's see what our APB turned up on Mr. Garson.

Okay.

(computer beeps)

Whoa. Walker, you got another message from Chad.

"Ranger Walker..."

(Trivette reading)

He left an e-mail address.

(Trivette reads e-mail address)

No response.

Futures R & D?

Ever heard of 'em?

No.

So A.R.T., the institute computer,

showed you the entire conversation

between Dr. Payton and myself?

Ha. But why would a computer...?

A.R.T. and I are friends.

And nobody here knows about this relationship?

A.R.T. told me to keep it a secret.

(sighs)

Your mother, Chad.

She designed A.R.T., wrote all the basic programs,

and whether on purpose or not,

a big part of herself

must have integrated into A.R.T.'s circuits.

That's amazing.

Did you know my mother, Dr. Haines?

No. I only knew of her, Chad.

She died before I got here.

I don't think so.

What do you mean?

I don't think she's dead, Dr. Haines.

A.R.T. and I... (device beeping)

Oh, it's something A.R.T. and I put together

so we can communicate without modems.

What is it, A.R.T.?

A.R.T.: Disturbing news, Chad.

Dr. Payton has determined that Dr. Haines

has become a detriment to the program.

He told Lieutenant Fowler to eliminate the problem.

At this moment, they are approaching down Corridor F.

( dramatic theme playing)

Sensible decision.

Make for the first door on the left.

I'll secure it behind you.

MAN: Go! Go!

Whoa!

I don't understand this.

These doors can only be locked through central command.

Central, check your monitors on Y and Z service corridors,

then give me a location on Chad Morgan and Dr. Haines.

The security cams for Y and Z corridors

are malfunctioning, sir.

Somebody's helping them.

Both Y and Z lead to the west loading docks.

That's right. We cut them off there.

MAN: Go!

(alarm blaring)

MAN 1: Stop them!

MAN 2: Dr. Haines!

What are we gonna do now, Dr. Haines?

What I should've done in the first place.

We're going to the authorities.

(men shouting)

Oh, my ankle!

You okay, Dr. Haines? Yeah.

J-just go straight through there to the highway.

Take it south to Dallas.

What about you?

Just do what I say, Chad.

A.R.T.: She's right, Chad.

Now go, please!

MAN: Nothing around here.

(men shouting)

End of the line, Vera.

Where is he?

Go find him. Find him! Track him down.

(grunts)

(grunts)

MAN 1: He can't get far. MAN 2: Chad!

Come on.

A.R.T. A.R.T., Ranger Walker.

Get Ranger Walker. Tell him what's happened.

( dramatic theme playing)

Anything on Futures R & D?

Address.

Everything else appears to be top secret.

(beeping)

A.R.T.: Ranger Walker.

Dr. Vera Haines possibly hurt or detained

by Futures Research and Development

security forces.

(A.R.T. reading)

(beep)

A.R.T., I'm at a highway.

I'm gonna hitchhike to Dallas.

I'll give you a call when I get there.

Just please keep looking for my mother.

A.R.T.: Hitchhike?

No. I wouldn't... (shuts off radio)

( dramatic theme playing)

Excuse me. Excuse me, sir.

Um, can I have a ride to Dallas?

I reckon, if I can get this thing started.

Oh, don't worry about it.

It'll start.

(engine starts)

How'd you do that?

It's a long, long story.

All right. Come on.

( upbeat country theme playing)

Seat belts.

PAYTON: Yes, Chad Morgan lives here.

Or rather, he did live here

under FRD's guardianship,

but, uh, as of this afternoon,

I'm afraid that Chad's officially a runaway.

There's a report on file at our local police department.

Why would he run away?

Well, at Chad's age,

it could be any number of things.

I mean, he's a difficult boy.

Very intelligent... Genius IQ, really.

But he is difficult.

And I'm sure that, uh, this message you received

was, heh, Chad's idea of a joke.

A joke.

Hm. Really?

Yeah, I think so. Uh...

His distorted sense of humor here at FRD

is very well documented.

TRIVETTE: Excuse me, Dr. Payton.

How did Futures R & D ever receive guardianship

of a minor in the first place?

His mother worked here...

Also brilliant, Ph.D. and more.

But a, uh, very tragic lady, and she had a breakdown.

And at some point after being hospitalized,

she vanished.

Fortunately for Chad, before she did,

she had made arrangements to give FRD custody of her son.

He had no other family?

Apparently not.

Now, all these legal papers are on file,

and as for this Dr. Vera Haines you mentioned?

There's never been anyone at FRD

named Vera Haines, doctor or otherwise.

Well, good luck, sir,

and we sure hope you find Chad.

We're all worried about him.

Right.

Thanks.

( tense theme playing)

Do you believe any of that?

Not a drop.

So we concentrate on Vera Haines?

Right.

( ominous theme playing)

That'll do it for now,

but we gotta find that kid.

( heavy rock theme playing)

MAN: Let's see.

Let's see.

Oh, man, look at this.

MAN: All right, man, check this out.

Hey, go for it, man.

MAN: Ow!

OLD MAN: You got to be careful in this part of town.

It's a bad part.

No way, pal.

I-I'll remember that.

GIRL: Hey, little boy.

(women laughing)

WOMAN: Come on.

Boo!

(women laughing)

(women hooting)

Hey, A.R.T.?

A.R.T.: I've been worried about you.

That's impossible.

But true. Where are you?

Haven't the slightest idea.

Did you find anything else on my mother?

Nothing that we can act on, not yet.

But hopefully within the next 24 hours

I'll have something more definitive.

Yeah. Hopefully.

Until then you'll need money.

But how?

Go to the nearest bank's automated teller machine

and call me.

Okay.

(shuts off radio)

You know, maybe this Vera Haines doesn't exist,

because I'm not getting anything.

Hey, this A.R.T. guy's doing it again.

"Futures Research & Development file

"on Dr. Vera Haines erased.

"I could not prevent deletion.

"Nothing left but a residual memory of address.

"8118 Kenton Place, Apartment 314,

"Addison, Texas.

Will stay in touch. A.R.T."

Who is this character?

I don't know, and right now I don't care.

Let's go check it out.

Right behind you.

( ominous theme playing)

(glass breaking)

MAN 1: I don't see nothing here.

MAN 2: Well, find it. Check that drawer there.

MAN 1: Still nothing.

Texas Rangers!

Move!

(grunts)

Get your hands up.

Easy. Up!

Don't shoot. Okay, okay.

( dramatic theme playing)

Over here.

Kiss the ground.

A.R.T.: I've transferred Futures Research & Development funds

into a new account in your name.

That's stealing, isn't it?

An abstract concept.

Consider this money the allowance you never received

for the past eight years.

Okay. What next?

You must manipulate the interior machinery

to obtain the cash.

Reach out to the main circuit junction...

And manipulate the dispensing matrix.

Yeah, I can feel it.

Okay.

Here we go.

Whoops.

Yes, I'd say "whoops"

describes this situation quite nicely.

Hey, kid. Who was that?

Do that again.

Is there a problem?

Definitely a problem with a gun.

Very well. Defend yourself intelligently.

I'll activate the bank's silent alarm.

Hey.

(grunting)

Let me up.

Let me loose.

What's going on here?

Let me loose!

Give me your hand.

Nobody's gonna hurt you, son.

GUARD: The other hand! Unh!

Just stay cool, okay?

But we need to ask you some questions, though.

You do have a psycho-kinetic option here, Chad.

Not against the good guys.

Looks like I'm gonna meet Ranger Walker

sooner than expected.

Go! Come on, move.

( ominous theme playing)

Hello, Vera.

How's the ankle?

Why am I still alive?

It's called bait, Vera.

We need you to get Chad back,

and when we get him back,

we need you to help us control him.

And if I refuse?

Well, in that case, both you and Chad

will cease to exist as viable life forms.

Now, you've got until Chad's return

to make up your mind.

Sleep tight.

Oh, those guys we busted at Vera Haines' apartment

wanted to talk.

Bad.

But they didn't know anything.

A cold hire.

Nothing here to prove that Vera Haines was even a resident.

Lease is in the name of Futures R & D.

Ranger Walker, I've got a young man here,

says he won't talk to anybody but you.

Says his name is Chad Morgan.

( dramatic theme playing)

Ranger Walker.

I wondered what you looked like.

Well, Chad, I kind of wondered what you looked like too.

So, what's this all about?

HAINES: A.R.T.,

I sure could use some help about now.

(sobs)

Haven't done this in a long time.

Please, Lord, help Chad find safety

and love, and if you can manage it, Lord,

I can use some help too.

(sobbing)

Walker. Hello.

WALKER: In the kitchen.

Hey, it smells good.

Does that mean you want something to eat?

Heck, yeah.

Well, I figured as much.

Here you go. Thank you.

How's the kid?

Ah, he's still sleeping.

CHAD: Not anymore.

Good morning, Ranger Walker, Ranger Trivette.

Morning, Chad. Morning, Chad. You hungry?

Oh, yeah, I could definitely eat.

Yes, sir.

Got a little souvenir for you, Chad.

For me?

It's from the ATM camera. CHAD: Hm.

WALKER: There you go.

Yeah, the officers said

that you were the one that captured the criminal.

Aw, I was just defending myself intelligently.

The reporting officer said something about

how you were defending yourself.

Really? What'd he say?

Well, he said that you had

paranormal abilities.

Paranormal?

That's what he said.

Ranger Trivette, could I have some of your hash browns?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Do that again.

Oh, sure.

Thanks.

Is that you were doing at the institute?

Yeah. Every day.

Since I was about... 4.

With Dr. Haines.

Dr. Payton was in charge of the project.

(phone rings)

Hello.

Hi, Alex.

Did you get the search warrant for Futures R & D?

ALEX: Three judges so far,

none of them will issue.

Their collective refusal is based on the fact

that Chad didn't actually see anything happen to Dr. Haines,

whom we can't even prove exists,

and consequently...

No evidence of foul play.

That's it in a nutshell.

I think you should also be aware of a new development.

Futures R & D's lawyers have learned

that Chad is staying with you,

and they want him returned to the institute's custody.

Can you stall 'em?

They're a pretty powerful organization,

but you know I will try my best.

Okay, thanks, Alex.

You don't have enough evidence for a search warrant, do you?

No.

Do you think A.R.T. can help us?

Hm.

TRIVETTE: The mysterious A.R.T.

Does he work for Futures R & D?

If I'm right, Trivette,

that's an understatement.

Right about what?

I think A.R.T. is a computer,

a unique computer.

A.R.T.: Correct, Ranger Walker.

Well, A.R.T., can you help us out?

What kind of evidence do you need?

I need to find out if Vera Haines exists.

Or existed.

I'll begin immediately.

WALKER: Okay. Thanks, A.R.T.

Is there any more food?

Sorry. We don't have any more left.

Well, let's stretch our legs, Chad.

All right.

You know, these past two days

have been so simple and free.

No pressure. No PK exercises.

Feels great.

That's the way it should feel, Chad.

Yeah.

Hey, do you know if there's any fish

in this lake here?

Yeah, there's a lot of fish

and a lot of water moccasins.

Huh.

(A.R.T. beeping)

Yeah, what is it, A.R.T.?

A.R.T.: I've found your mother, Chad.

Where is she?

She's presently in a facility

for the emotionally disturbed.

What?

The emotionally disturbed?

I'm afraid so.

Timberlawn Mental Health Facility.

3589 Hunt Avenue, Irving, Texas.

I'll go check it out.

I want to go with you.

Please.

Okay.

MAN: Ugh.

NURSE: She's around here someplace.

So your mother's Linda Morgan, huh?

Uh, y-yes, ma'am.

Hm. Well, that's a surprise.

She never mentioned she had a son.

Don't worry, we'll find her.

You know, your mother's been here

quite a while now, Chad.

Here we are.

Your mom's one of our most dedicated

and popular counselors.

She's a counselor? NURSE: Uh-huh.

Here, let me show you something.

Why don't you try that? That'll do the same thing.

You did it. See? Good.

That's very good, Nicole.

Stick with this. Don't let it...

Don't let it beat you.

Mom?

( dramatic choral theme playing)

Who are...? Who...?

Chad?

Yeah, Mom, it's me.

(sobbing): Oh, God.

Oh, my baby. Oh, my God.

Where...? Oh, God, you're alive!

(sobbing): Oh!

Oh, oh, oh, my Chad. Chad.

It's me. Oh!

(sobbing)

Harold Payton told me you were dead.

He told me that the plane bringing you to me

had crashed in the ocean

and it was never recovered.

(sighs)

He said everybody was gone.

Chad and his nanny, and five other people.

Seven souls.

Did Dr. Payton know about Chad's special talent?

LINDA: Oh, yeah.

I was working for him at the time.

I was stupid enough to confide in him.

Six people died so that he could get control of my son?

Why did you leave, Mrs. Morgan?

With Chad's daddy gone, two years before, I...

I... I-I just broke apart.

(sobbing)

Payton was giving me injections

to help with my depression.

(chuckles)

He wasn't trying to help me at all.

I fell into a severe psychosis, and, uh,

it took me a long time to climb out of it, but I did.

And I put it behind me.

And I started working full-time about a year ago

here at Timberlawn.

And that's how A.R.T. found you?

Yes.

And now that I've got you back again,

oh, I'm gonna be whole.

Never gonna let you go.

Hey, Ranger Walker, where are you going?

I've got some arrests to make, Chad.

( dramatic theme playing)

Okay, get Alex on it right away, will you, Trivette?

All right.

A.R.T.: Gentlemen, I have urgent news.

A.R.T., don't just pop in on me like that.

Forgive me, Ranger Trivette,

but this information is pressing.

What is it, A.R.T.?

A.R.T.: I have recorded proof, on tape,

that Dr. Haines is alive,

but being held here against her will,

and I am sending it via modem

to your computer terminal, Ranger Trivette.

Got it.

I'll meet you at Futures R & D, Trivette.

Right.

A.R.T.: Ranger Walker,

a problem has arisen.

What is it?

My sensors indicate

that our last transmission was monitored.

PAYTON: When did this go out?

A few minutes ago.

To the headquarters of the Texas Rangers.

A.R.T. I knew it!

That's why I put Haines in a cell without security cameras.

All right. All bets are off now, Wilkens.

Yes, sir.

Kill the source.

Don't let 'em prove this originated

with FRD Institute.

Take that damn machine apart.

Get ready to die, A.R.T., you hear me?

Get ready to die.

(A.R.T. beeping)

A.R.T.?

I am so glad you called.

With all the excitement, I forgot to tell you that...

A.R.T.: Chad, excuse me, but my part

in our little plot has been discovered.

I found my mother, A.R.T.,

and she's here with me right now.

Excellent news, but...

A.R.T., this is Linda Morgan.

Dr. Morgan,

I can't tell you how good it is to hear you, but...

She thought I was dead, A.R.T.,

and she was here this whole time.

Chad, Dr. Morgan.

Wilkens, Morton J.,

Payton's Teflon yes man,

is on his way to remove my microcircuit units,

erase my memory banks, and shut me down.

Um, A.R.T.,

Ranger Walker and the police are on their way.

We'll be there as soon as we can.

Um, can you use your electromagnetic capabilities

as a temporary defense?

Temporary is the operative word,

so please hurry.

I'm not keen about dying at such a tender age.

You're not gonna die, A.R.T.

Come on, let's go.

( dramatic theme playing)

Nobody gets in this building.

Nobody. Is that clear?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

I got the warrant.

This is a restricted area, Rangers,

so why don't you just go on back where you came from?

We have a warrant.

That's not good enough here.

It's good enough for us.

(grunting)

Shut down power to four and six.

MAN: All right. Augh!

A.R.T.: I wouldn't touch that.

(grunts)

Get down. All the way down.

That's right.

I'll go look for Payton.

All right.

A.R.T.: Hurry, Chad.

(haltingly): I cannot hold out much longer.

That way, Mom. I know a shortcut.

Hang on, A.R.T. Please.

A.R.T.: Database conversion has been interrupted.

(breaking up): Sl... And corrupted...

Reinitialize.

Ing... New programs 1-1-2

and 1-1-2 Delta have been canceled.

Macroprogram, of...

Payton.

You're under arrest.

You'll never make it stick, Ranger.

We'll let a jury decide that.

Let's go.

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunting)

( dramatic theme playing)

If we can destroy what that damn computer knows,

they got no case at all whatsoever.

Almost there, sir. Few more minutes.

All right. Hurry it up. Hurry up.

Payton.

Let her go.

Stay right where you are, Walker.

HAINES: Chad.

A.R.T., you okay?

(groaning)

Hello, Payton.

Oh, yeah, it's me.

You're finished.

A.R.T.? This is Linda Morgan, A.R.T.

Can you hear me?

Come on, A.R.T.

A.R.T., please, say something.

(beeping)

A.R.T.: Hello, Chad, Dr. Morgan, Ranger Walker.

Oh, looks like the good guys won this time around.

Sure did, A.R.T.

I will attempt a bit of human elation at our victory

and the restoration of my brilliance.

Yahoo. Yahoo.

(all laughing)

Well, glad everything turned out all right.

CHAD: Couldn't have been better.

I mean, now mom's the boss around here,

A.R.T. and I are partners.

Hey, you know, th-that's not bad.

Heh-heh. Not bad at all.

Hey, where's your knapsack?

Ah, there it is.

CHAD: Ah.

What?

Chad, you've got to stop relying

on that special talent of yours.

Absolutely.

It's gonna start diminishing

little by little from now on.

You gotta learn how to do things on your own.

A.R.T.: I agree wholeheartedly.

Okay. I won't do it again.

Okay.

Can I still come back to the ranch, Ranger Walker?

You bet. Anytime you want, Chad.

(gasps): Chad.

What? Who, me?

(laughs)

( upbeat theme playing)

( light rock action 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 ♪