Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

( R&B theme playing)

Ah, good evening, Mr. Martinez.

Evening, Joe.

How you doing? It's all right.

(rock music playing) WOMAN: You look great.

How you doing?

(speaks indistinctly)

You too.

Yeah, what's happening, man?

Hey. Hi.

Whoo!

(people chattering)

Hello.

(chattering indistinctly)

WOMAN: Come on, man. Over here.

Ah! Hey! (laughs)

Hey, Nicole.

You said you'd call.

And I will.

When?

Soon.

You'd better. (chuckles)

Gotta go.

All right.

Hey, man. What's up?

Hey, good to see you. Go on in.

(weapons cock)

This a bad time?

Bad time?

Between friends?

There's no such thing.

(laughs)

Oy. Hey. How are you, Carlitos?

Ah. Bien, bien.

You look good. Siéntate.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

Oye. I spoke with little Nicole earlier.

She said you never called her.

(laughs): I know.

I ran into her out front.

Ah. Busted, huh?

(both laugh)

See? See, 'mano?

That's what happens...

when you don't keep your promises, huh?

Correct? Ha-ha.

Yeah.

Usual?

Cinco.

Sí. (clears throat)

(door opens)

Hey. Hey, hey.

Come on, man.

All right, all right.

All right. Ricky!

Qué pasa, amigo? Huh?

I've been looking all over for you. (grunts)

And... And you're a very hard man to find.

Where you been, 'mano. Huh? (stammers)

I-I been... I been around, Johnny.

(grunts)

JOHNNY: Um, calling me a liar? Ricky: Uh...

JOHNNY: Is that it? Huh, Ricky?

Hm?

N... N... No, Johnny.

Uh... C-c-come on, man.

I didn't do nothing.

Johnny, I'll... I'll see you soon.

No.

JOHNNY: I want you should see this.

Whatever you say, Johnny.

Good, Carlitos.

( ominous theme playing)

Good.

Trust.

In our business,

there is no more important quality.

Huh?

Any one of us can destroy the other.

And if we steal from each other...

well, then, there is no other recourse.

Uh, I-I'm sorry, Johnny.

I'll, uh, uh... I'll pay you back, man. I-I'm sorry.

I promise, man.

Plea... Please.

I know. I know.

I know. But it's too late.

No. No, please, Johnny.

Please. (gun cocks)

Johnny, please.

(grunts)

(rock music playing)

(people laugh, chatter excitedly)

Get rid of him.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

Trust, Carlitos.

Trust.

It's essential to our operation.

Hm?

See?

(sighs): That's what happens when trust is broken.

I'll see you soon. Okay?

And... call that Nicole.

She's a good girl.

You got it, Johnny.

(raps on table)

JOHNNY (echoing): Trust.

It's essential to our operation.

(gunshot)

That's what happens when trust is broken.

Any one of us can destroy the other. (alarm beeps)

And if we steal from each other...

well, then, there is no other recourse.

(siren wailing in distance)

Johnny, please. (gun cocks)

(grunts)

It's too late.

(elevator motor humming)

( dramatic theme playing)

Don't move!

Walker. (uncocks gun)

( 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 ♪

CARLOS: Cold blood.

Johnny shot him in cold blood right in front of me.

It was a message.

Maybe it's time we took this operation down, Trivette.

Walker. We can't stop here.

We've got four months invested in this.

That's the point he's trying to make, detective.

Yeah. You've been undercover too long, Carlos.

We're almost there. All we have left

is the number one guy, El Vaquero.

And I can get him, Walker. I know I can.

Detective, you've done a real good job.

This is a great job. All right?

With the information,

the evidence you've gathered already,

Vaqueros are finished.

That's not the point.

El Vaquero's the heart and soul of this organization.

Even if we take down every member,

he'll have a whole new crew in no time.

Please, Walker.

I'm close. I'm really close.

I just need a little more time.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

(sighs)

(sighs)

Okay. One week. But that's it.

TRIVETTE: And after that, the task force

is coming in and cleaning house.

When the time comes... El Vaquero's mine.

I'm gonna log these drugs.

Sit down, Carlos.

Trivette's right.

You've done a real good job on this operation...

but you can't let it get personal.

What do you mean?

I know about your brother.

I know about Hector.

BOY: Come on, Hector. Let's go home.

I'm gonna be late.

Hey. I said go. Now go!

What you always hanging around me for anyways?

Stupid little jerk.

(echoing): Go on! Get out of here!

( melancholy theme playing)

Yo... please don't.

No!

(grunts)

(echoing): Hector!

Help!

Hector... Somebody help! Somebody help!

Then you know he was a junkie.

Yeah.

And that he was killed by a drug dealer.

The day he died...

it nearly killed my mother.

Yeah, Walker. It's personal.

But won't lose my objectivity, I promise you.

Okay.

( energetic theme playing)

MAN: Now, focus.

Look for a target.

He-yah!

Nice. Nice.

Face each other, bow.

Good work, you two.

Next up.

Face me, bow.

Face each other, bow.

Fighting stance.

Fight!

Okay, okay, okay.

You've both shown you can use your feet.

Now... show me that you can use your heads.

Better. Better.

That's more like it. That's what I'm talking about.

(grunts)

Hi-ya!

That's more like it. Face each other, bow.

Good job.

All right, line up.

BOY: Good job.

The tournament is this weekend.

You've all worked hard,

and I'm proud of each and every one of you.

There's something I want you to remember:

if you win, great.

If you lose, learn from it.

Because as long as you've learned something...

then you haven't really lost. (door opens)

(man whistles, applauds)

Oh, man. That is great.

It's so inspirational, I-I can hardly contain myself.

"If you lose, you haven't really lost."

That's good.

Well, I hope you're listening to your sensei...

'cause come tournament time,

my students here are gonna

teach each and every one of you a lesson.

What do you want, Lyons?

I just thought I'd drop by,

give your students an opportunity

to study under a real martial arts instructor.

I'm gonna offer 'em a deal.

Only gonna say it once.

One month free lessons... That's right: free.

At Jake Lyons' Karate Academy.

Who's with me?

Okay, you're way too serious.

Doesn't look like anybody's with you, Lyons.

All right.

Six months of free lessons

at the Jake Lyons' Karate Academy.

Don't you want to learn how to fight?

That's right, you got big brother for that.

Okay.

I can't believe I'm gonna say this.

Uh... one full year... of free lessons

at the Jake Lyons' Karate Academy.

It doesn't get any better than that. Huh?

(door closes)

One year of free lessons.

That would be quite a bargain...

if they were worth anything.

Okay.

Peace.

All right. Well, uh, we'll wait until tournament time

and see what they're worth. Okay?

Bye.

(door opens)

I'm proud of you. (door closes)

You showed respect, and you showed discipline.

And believe me, I know it wasn't easy.

Mr. Malloy?

Class, face Mr. Walker.

Bow.

(in unison): Thank you, sir.

TOMMY: Face Mr. Malloy. Bow.

(in unison): Thank you, sir.

TOMMY: Ready stance. (all shout)

Excellent, class.

I'll see you all tomorrow.

Dismissed.

(all chattering)

Man, that Jake Lyons is so frustrating.

Well, let's see if we can work

some of that frustration out of you.

That's what I need.

( energetic rock theme playing)

TRENT: Arms looking good.

Keep pushing. Keep pushing.

Come on.

Stretch, stretch.

Nice. Come on, five more.

Come on.

Work the back. Pull.

(grunts)

One more. One more. Come on. (grunts)

One more. One more. Come on.

He-yah!

He-yah!

Okay, now, relax. Relax.

He-yah! Better. Better.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(groans)

Tap out.

Come on. Tap out.

Know you want to.

He-he. You know you want to. Come on, tap out.

(grunting)

Still frustrated?

Are you kidding? More than ever.

Not at Lyons. At myself.

I had you, didn't I?

Almost.

Well, then how come I'm the one who tapped out?

Well, because...

when you thought you almost had me...

you got overconfident.

Then I had you.

So, Viper man, how do you like being a detective?

CARLOS: Hm. Are you kidding me? It's great.

I mean, don't get me wrong. I...

love being in uniform, but...

this?

Busting a big drug ring, going undercover.

It's like a dream come true.

How do you like working with Walker?

It's amazing.

Little intimidating.

The guy knows everything.

(laughs)

Tell me about it. Hm.

He really had a big impact on you, didn't he?

Yeah, he sure did.

I mean, you remember when I was a kid,

how much trouble I used to get into.

Rebelling against anything and everything.

If it hadn't been for Walker teaching me martial arts, man...

I don't know where I'd be today.

( ominous theme playing)

Hey, Carlos, pull over.

(grunting) Please. Leave me alone.

Stop lying to me!

I know you took it. Now, where is it?

Sir, I did not take it. Honest. I...

(grunts) Where is it?

Leave him alone!

Mind your own business, jerk.

This bum stole my car radio.

I didn't steal nothing, mister.

I may be homeless, but I ain't no thief.

What I tell you about... Hey.

I said, leave him alone.

(grunting)

Get out of here!

MAN: Come on, Jake. Let's get out of here.

I want to thank you. MAN: Come on, come on, come on.

(truck engine starts) I'm Charlie.

Charlie Clark.

Nice to meet you, Charlie.

Carlos Martinez.

Trent Malloy.

I-I really appreciate what you just did.

There is not a whole lot of folks

would stand up... for someone like me.

( melancholy theme playing)

I-if I can return the favor...

I-I will. Heh.

Thanks, Charlie, but don't worry about it.

We're glad to help.

Just take care of yourself, okay?

Thank you.

(dog barking)

Now, how's your jaw?

What do you mean?

Well, your chin really gave that guy's knuckles a pounding.

(laughs)

Very funny.

Seriously, Carlos, I think it's time

you started training with me.

When?

Right now.

I don't know.

I can take care of myself just with boxing. Come on.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

(grunts)

(chuckles)

All right, you made your point.

Good.

Now, let's get to work. All right.

All right, first, I'm gonna show you a reverse punch.

(grunts) Good, good.

Good? Good.

(grunting)

(rhythmically breathing)

Good. Way to breath. That's right.

Nice. That was the best one.

(grunting)

Good!

You know, with all your moaning and groaning,

you're picking this up really fast.

What can I say? I'm a good student.

Or maybe I'm a good teacher.

(grunts, laughs)

WALKER: Fifty thousand dollars.

That's quite a step up.

That's right. And you're running out of time.

You only get one more buy after this.

What if Johnny gets suspicious?

I mean, to go from 5,000 a pop to 50...

WALKER: Tell him there's a new buyer in town.

And tell him it's someone with a distribution network

in place but no product.

And if Johnny wants to meet this money man?

Well, that's what we're hoping he will want.

(rock music playing)

MAN: Hey. Drinks on me, man.

CARLOS: He's got a distribution network

set up in L.A., but his supplier got busted,

so... he can't get product.

He's looking at about 50 a week.

You can handle...

part of that, all of that, or...

none of that.

It's up to you.

I don't like doing business with strangers.

I understand.

But then...

as my dear old grandmother used to say:

"a stranger is merely a friend whom you have yet to meet."

(laughs)

So, Carlitos, when do I meet this new friend?

He's back in L.A. He'll be here on Monday.

Excellent.

I'll have it ready by then.

Of course... and I mean no offense

he'll want to meet El Vaquero.

I see no problem in that.

Good.

Then I'll leave this in your care until then.

You'll join me in a toast?

Of course.

(dance music playing)

Here's to the big leagues.

Salud.

(people chattering)

(speaks in Spanish)

(speaks in Spanish)

(clears throat)

(door opens)

Have this checked out.

TRENT: Watch his eyes.

His eyes?

Right before they attack,

a lot of guys open their eyes just a little bit wider.

(scoffs) When you see that, you know it's coming.

And if you know it's coming...

I'll be ready for 'em.

Thattaboy. Let me show you.

Oh. I saw that... Good.

Okay, you ready?

Excellent. Okay.

Excellent.

Do that in the tournament...

you're gonna be great.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

We got him.

Johnny took the bait hook, line and sinker.

We got our meeting with El Vaquero.

When? Monday.

Okay, Carlos, I want you to stay in constant contact with us.

When you change the rules, anything can happen.

Gotcha.

Phew.

I'll be glad when this is over.

(dance music playing in background)

Hey, Johnny. The report's back.

JOHNNY: See you later, baby.

(kisses)

And?

Fingerprints on the shot glass... Mm-hm.

They belong to a Carlos Sandoval.

Detective Carlos Sandoval.

( ominous theme playing)

Sandoval, huh?

(crowd chattering, cheering)

MAN: Break!

Fight.

Break. Break.

REFEREE: On your lines.

Judges call point.

Point on this side. Fighting stance.

Fight.

Break.

Judges call point.

Point on this side. Fighting stance.

One more.

Fight.

Break.

On your lines.

Judges call point.

Face the judges, bow.

Face this way, bow.

Face each other, bow. Touch gloves.

Winner on this side. Thank you. Have a seat.

(crowd cheering)

Sorry, Mr. Malloy.

Kevin, you did your best, and you fought well.

No matter what happened out there today,

you're still a winner.

Thank you, sensei.

Good job.

( energetic theme playing)

Huh.

They just gave the black belts a 15-minute warning.

You ready?

(exhales) Yeah.

Nervous?

Well, a little.

Good.

Hey, where's Carlos? I thought he was supposed to be here.

Yeah, he was.

( ominous theme playing)

Juan.

(laughs)

Paco. What are you guys doing here?

Johnny wants to see you.

Right now? Right now is not a good time.

I got some place I got to be.

I'm already late.

Tell him I'll see him tomorrow.

(silenced gunshot)

You'll see him now.

You ready? TOMMY: Yes, sir.

Nervous?

A little bit.

Yeah. Good luck.

(sighs)

You wanted me... now you got me.

( dramatic theme playing)

Seriously, guys, I got places to go, people to see.

(speaking Spanish)

Speak English.

"Speak English"?

JOHNNY: I'm sorry if this is an inconvenience

for you, Carlitos.

Johnny, wha... What is this? What...

What's this all about?

You said you wanted to meet El Vaquero?

Yeah.

(grunting)

Then say hello, detective.

You're El Vaquero?

(crowd cheering)

Okay, face here. Bow.

To your other, bow.

Here he goes.

Come on, Tommy.

Fighting stance. Ready, fight.

(grunts)

Break!

(crowd applauding)

Judges, call.

One point.

(grunting)

Now...

who else knows about our little operation?

I'm sorry.

That's privileged information. I...

I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you. Mm.

This is not a game, Carlitos.

Now, I'm not gonna lie to you.

You are a dead man.

But it's up to you.

You want to die the easy way...

or the hard way?

All right. Yeah, you give me no other option.

You're all under arrest.

(laughs)

Fight!

Break. Judges, call!

He's not thinking.

REFEREE: Point: 2-0.

Fight.

TRENT: Watch his eyes.

Fight!

Had enough?

Enough?

(chuckles)

You didn't knock me down, right?

I'm still standing here.

That's funny.

(crowd talking excitedly)

Fighting stance.

Fight!

REFEREE: Break!

Great. Finally scored a point.

Yeah. Now he's thinking.

Judges, call.

Point: 2-1.

Fight.

Judges, call.

Point.

It's tied up now.

Two-two.

Come here.

Does the word "telegraph" mean anything to you?

Why don't you send him a letter,

tell him what you're gonna do?

Ridiculous.

REFEREE: Point.

Two-two. Last point.

Fight!

(mouthing words)

Come on, Tommy. Fight!

Come on!

(grunting)

Yeah!

(audience applauding, cheering)

Yes!

Yes. Whoo!

REFEREE: Judges, call.

REFEREE: And call.

Point. Winner.

To each other.

(grunting)

Hey, detective. You want funny?

Before you die,

there's something I want you to know.

Your brother... Hector,

who got killed in the street like a dog?

(grunts)

The guy that shot him...

was me.

Help!

And you know why?

Because he betrayed me.

Just like you.

Guess what? (cocks gun)

It's time to die.

(grunting)

( action theme playing)

(screams)

( melancholy theme playing)

Get rid of the body.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

Where did he go?

(people cheering)

Boy!

Man, I am so proud of you!

Oh, man. That felt so good.

And it should. But remember, you got four more matches, okay?

LYONS: You're never gonna make that mistake!

Are you listening to what I'm saying?

Is that what I taught you?

No, sensei.

Give me a second.

You might as well take out an e-mail,

put an ad in the paper: "I'm throwing a kick now."

Hey. You fought good.

I lost, okay?

That's 'cause you open your eyes.

What?

Right before you attack,

you open your eyes just a little bit wider.

That's how I knew you were coming, man.

That's why you were ready?

Okay.

Ah, your little brother won.

That's good.

Good for you.

You Malloys all think you are so smart,

and I keep hearing about what a great fighter you are.

And I watch you, and I am not that impressed.

I got to say, I can't wait to get you on the mat.

Well, this isn't the time, and this isn't the place.

But believe me, Lyons, that time is coming.

And when it does...

you won't like it.

( dramatic theme playing)

What was that all about?

Absolutely nothing. Is he okay?

Hey, Tommy. Congratulations.

Congratulations, man. (exhales)

I thought Carlos was coming down.

Yeah, I thought so too,

but when I called him at home, there was no answer.

Maybe he's just running late.

I hope that's the case.

I'm gonna call Trivette.

See if he checked in.

(dog barking)

Who's that?

It's no one.

You go on, get out of here.

Go on.

( dramatic theme playing)

PACO: Johnny... he's gone.

You shot him.

We were both there. We saw it.

Johnny, he's gotta be dead.

JOHNNY: Dead?

How does a dead body get up and walk away, hm?

It doesn't.

I want him found, and I want him found now!

He couldn't have gotten very far.

(speaking Spanish)

Trivette says he hasn't called in.

I don't like this. We're going in.

Can you get the search warrants?

You've got 'em. What do you want me to do?

Go check Carlos' apartment.

You got it.

(exhales)

You can't just throw me out.

You know the rules.

You stole from the community.

You cannot stay here.

Fine. I'll go.

But you ain't seen the last of me.

Not by a long shot.

Get out of my way.

Get out of my way. Hey. Hey.

(spits)

MAN: Get out of here.

CHARLIE: Daniel.

There's something you need to see.

( melancholy theme playing)

(groans)

Oh, my God.

This man needs a doctor.

No. No, we can't.

I-I think he may be wanted.

And you brought him here?

I owed it to him.

A few days ago, some men attacked me.

They... They thought I stole something from them.

And-and this man stopped 'em.

And he didn't have to, but he did.

Now, I promised him...

if I could ever return the favor...

You gave your word, and we'll honor that.

But if you really want to honor your promise to this man...

you'll get him some help.

MAN: I don't like it.

( ominous theme playing)

Over there.

Check the shops.

(speaks indistinctly)

(speaks indistinctly)

Come on.

Come on home. Mom's got dinner.

What am I gonna do, huh?

We... What am I supposed to do?

Trent... Trent...

Trent, I'm... I'm thirsty, Trent.

Trent Malloy.

We still haven't heard from Detective Sandoval.

We have to assume something's gone wrong.

So we're gonna bust the Vaqueros' drug cartel.

I've got the warrants.

Oh, great. Thanks, Alex.

Yeah.

All right. Let's go.

( dramatic theme playing)

Now, it's very important.

Have you seen him?

No.

Hey, Paco. What about this guy?

Hey!

You!

Yeah. Come here.

Come here.

Listen... we're looking for a friend of ours.

He's about 5'11", 185 pounds...

longish dark hair...

he may be wounded, and we gotta find him.

You say he's a friend of yours?

Yeah. That's right.

How good of a friend is he?

Real good.

( ominous theme playing)

(squeaking)

(gasps)

( tense theme playing)

(cocks gun)

All right, the place is closed... (grunts)

MAN: We're gonna turn around. Move.

MAN 2: All right, don't use the light. Come on.

The easy way or the hard way, guys?

Good choice.

(siren wails)

Cops!

(tires screech)

(grunts)

(men chatter) Come on.

Keep moving.

Well, we got everyone but Johnny Prima

Paco Montalvo, and Juan Ortiz.

Why don't you take 'em back to Ranger headquarters.

See if you can make 'em talk.

All right. What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna look for Carlos.

( dramatic theme playing)

(tires screech)

Mr. Malloy?

Charlie, what are you doing here?

I-it's about your friend. He's hurt.

You need to come with me. Come on. Get in the car.

( dramatic theme playing)

(men chattering)

(woman coughs)

MAN: Hey, what's going on here?

MAN 2: Who's that guy with you?

MAN 3: Dan what's going on here?

You are not welcome here.

Why don't you tell that to my friends.

(sighs) Just get out of the way...

No. You must leave.

(grunts) MAN 4: Oh, no, man.

The next one takes a bullet, all right?

MAN 5: All right, all right, all right, all right.

He's in here.

( suspenseful theme playing)

He was right here. I swear, he was right here.

All right. They've hidden him.

(sighs)

Tell me where he is. Hm?

Tell me where he is...

or she dies. (woman screams)

MAN 5: No, man. No, no. Leave her alone.

( action theme playing)

(car phone rings)

WALKER: Yeah, hello.

Yeah, Walker. It's Trivette.

What's up?

Got a call from Trent Malloy.

Says a homeless guy has Carlos at a homeless encampment

down at the end of Commerce.

He's supposed to be pretty badly hurt.

I'll check it out.

All right. See ya.

(tires squealing)

Better not be lying to me.

Which way? That way? Mm-hm.

Come on.

Over there?

Come on. (whimpering)

There? There?

So... I see you took the hard way.

But it doesn't surprise me... (laughs)

'cause your brother was stupid too.

(cocks gun)

Yah!

(grunting)

(tires screeching)

(grunting)

(gun cocks) Easy, Jackie Chan.

I don't know who you are, mister...

but you made a bad mistake.

Drop it!

(grunts)

You okay?

Yeah.

He's alive.

I'll call an ambulance.

You're gonna make it, buddy. Hang in there. (groans)

(speaking indistinctly)

And the drug bust was a success.

What about Johnny Prima?

He's dead.

ALEX: The rest are awaiting trial.

And thanks to your good work,

they are all gonna go away for a very long time.

Hm.

WALKER: El Vaquero, we'll get him, Carlos.

Just a matter of time.

CARLOS: Johnny was El Vaquero.

What are you talking about?

Johnny made up El Vaquero...

in order to give himself an advantage in negotiations.

So he would be the good guy,

and El Vaquero would be the heavy.

Yeah. Probably thought if he ever got caught,

he could buy himself leniency by giving him up.

That was smart. Hm.

Yeah.

Well, there's something else, Carlos.

What?

Yeah, when we were talking to Paco Montalvo and Juan Ortiz,

they revealed that they were both there

when Johnny killed Hector.

He killed your brother because he wouldn't deal drugs.

TRIVETTE: Hector was trying to get clean,

and Johnny wanted to keep him dirty.

When he couldn't do that,

he killed him as a warning to everybody else.

( melancholy theme playing)

All this time, I... I thought...

(sniffling)

I love you, 'mano.

I'm sorry.

(sniffles)

(car starts)

( 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 ♪