Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

( eerie theme playing)

All right, I've checked the house.

Everything is fine.

If you need anything,

you know where to reach me.

Otherwise, I'll be back in the morning.

Okay.

Thank you, Trent.

You're welcome.

Good night. Good night.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(engine starts)

(keypad beeping)

(whispers): Damn.

(glass shattering)

(dogs barking in distance)

(keypad beeps)

Kevin Richards,

I'm placing you under citizen's arrest

for violating a restraining order

and for criminal trespass.

Huh. You really think you can do that?

Yeah, I do.

(both grunting)

Ahh!

(yells)

TRENT: Like I said:

you're under arrest.

WOMAN: Get out of the way, Trent.

(gun cocks)

(gasping): What are you doing?

Ending it.

TRENT: It is ended.

He's going to jail, Donna.

Oh, right. They're gonna keep him there 18 months tops.

He won't stop until he kills me,

and I will no longer live in fear,

so move out of the way.

Donna, if you do this, your life is over.

Think about it.

All the good you do,

all the... The women whose lives

you make better through your work.

Ask yourself: is he worth it?

(sobbing)

(gun cocks)

( stirring theme playing)

No, he's not.

KEVIN: You know... (gun cocks)

for a big-shot lawyer,

you really are stupid.

Now I'm gonna kill you both.

Come on, hero.

What are you gonna do now?

(men grunting)

( urgent dramatic theme playing)

Thank you.

(sobs)

I just had a gut feeling

he was gonna show up tonight.

Does that ever happen to you, Walker?

Yes, it does. Yes, it does, all the time.

Excuse me.

But around here, we call it Cherokee.

What did he mean by that?

(chuckles): Never mind.

( peaceful theme playing)

(indistinct chatter)

Wait a minute, detective.

Are you telling me that this Trent Malloy guy

took out Kevin Richards?

He used to be a pro football player.

That's what I'm telling you.

One of Walker's best students.

( peaceful theme swells)

Hey, go get me a picture of this.

Looks like we got ourselves another Walker.

(camera shutters clicking)

( 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 ♪

(karate students shouting)

TRENT: Again!

(students yell)

STUDENTS: Ah! Ah! Ah!

Ah! Ah! Huh!

Aya! Uh!

TRENT: That was good.

Very good.

(yells indistinctly)

Now, again, and remember,

good, loud "ki-yas."

Huh!

STUDENTS: Yes, sir!

Hya! Hya!

That's more like it.

STUDENTS: Hya! Hya!

( triumphant theme playing)

Good.

Good class, Sarah.

Trent.

Hey, buddy, what's up? Heh.

Two words: Cindy Delvechio.

One word: no.

No? What...? What do you mean, no?

Face it, Carlos:

every time you've tried to fix me up with a date,

it's been a complete disaster.

What are you talking about? That's ridiculous.

Denise Delouise.

All right, so that one didn't go so well.

Mary Cordaro, Colleen MacAvoy...

Nuh... Louisa Reilly.

Face it, Carlos.

You like girls. I like women.

What is that supposed to mean?

How old is Cindy Delvechio?

Twenty-two.

All right, she's almost 22.

I rest my case.

(telephone buzzing)

It's the protection agency line.

Trent Malloy.

( ominous theme playing)

Hello?

(line disconnects)

Don't worry about it, buddy.

If it's important, they'll call back.

MAN: Maria!

Maria! Coming!

(man speaking Spanish)

Maria!

(speaking Spanish)

You see this?

This is my favorite shirt. Look at it.

It's ruined!

(laughs nervously)

It's just a button.

I'll... I'll go and sew it on.

Why are you smiling?

(screams)

(sobbing)

You think this is funny?

(crying): Please, don't hurt me.

(screams, sobs)

( dramatic theme playing)

You make me sick!

Get out of here.

Out!

Take the shirt!

(yelling in Spanish)

( heroic theme playing)

Ah!

(grunting)

I'm glad you're my friend.

Well, tap.

Ugh!

Thattaboy.

One of these days, Walker.

Heh, heh, heh, heh. Good one.

( suspenseful theme playing)

WOMAN (voice-over): Mikey, I'm really scared.

MIKEY: It's like I told you.

We... We got nothing to worry about.

Mendoza needs us.

If he wants to sell his drugs on campus,

he's gotta go through us.

He's supply. We're demand.

It... It's Economics 101.

I don't know, Mikey.

What if he finds out we've been skimming?

(sighs)

How's he gonna find out?

He never counts it.

(knocking on door)

All right.

Just be cool, all right?

I know how to handle these guys.

( suspenseful theme continues)

Rudy, my man!

What up?

What's up, Mickey?

It's Mikey.

(sighs)

That my money, Mickey?

It sure is.

Fifty large.

Wanna count it?

No, that won't be necessary.

(chuckles)

(gunshot) (grunts)

I counted it last time. (woman yelling)

Oh, my God!

No! I didn't have anything to do with it! No, no! No!

Do you think they mind if I smoke?

Whew!

(chuckles)

Ah. Oh, man. Oh!

Ah. Ah!

So how's everything going? (sighs)

Good, Walker.

Real good.

Karate school's going well.

My protection agency's going good.

Family's good.

So, what's bothering ya?

(sighs, laughs)

I don't know.

It just seems like there are so many people who need help.

How do you ever take time off?

Well, I tell you what...

Boy, are you asking the wrong guy.

(laughs) Oh,

and what's that supposed to mean?

Oh, please.

(laughing)

Boy, did you get a workout.

Yeah, because of this guy here.

Yeah? You wanna go back in?

(all chuckling)

( ominous theme playing)

MAN: What have you got, Detective Sandoval?

CARLOS: We've got three victims:

two male, one female,

all second-year students at Texas State.

We checked with the landlord.

The unit's rented by one of the victims,

a girl named Sheila Lawrence. Where's my daughter?

Take it easy, ma'am. Oh, oh! What's happened?

Oh, God! Oh, my baby!

(sobbing): Oh, no, God.

No, no...

( quiet dramatic theme playing)

MARIA: Mr. Malloy?

Yeah.

I-I need your help.

MARIA: We didn't start out like this.

Rudy loved me.

He did.

But now, um, the least little thing...

I mean, there was a button missing on his shirt,

and he was upset.

I smiled because it was so easy to fix.

Well, I read that article in the paper

about how you helped that woman,

so I thought that maybe...

Did you fill out a police report?

No.

I-I mean, I can't.

Look, I know someone in the district attorney's office.

We can get an order of protection.

You don't understand... who Rudy is.

Well, who is he?

You don't wanna know.

( melancholy theme playing)

I-I... I'm sorry. Um...

Thi... This was a bad idea.

No, Maria, listen to me, please.

Whoever he is,

he's not gonna stop abusing you

unless you do something about it.

(quietly): I'm sorry.

(piano music playing)

Thank you.

How can mushrooms be $7?

Order whatever you want.

It's on me.

No.

What?

Whatever it is you want from me. No.

I can't believe this.

I'm hurt, Carlos. I'm really hurt.

All I wanna do is buy dinner for a friend.

Really? Really.

You're just buying me dinner?

I'm just buying you dinner.

No favors?

No favors.

Thanks, buddy. I... I owe you an apology.

Accepted.

But you know,

since you mentioned it... I knew it.

I just want you to run a name for me:

Rudy Mendoza.

If something turns up, it turns up.

If it doesn't, it doesn't.

Trent, you know I would if I could.

Her husband beats her, Carlos.

He beats her, bad.

And she's too afraid to go to the police.

It's totally against department policy.

So will you do it?

Yeah.

( ominous theme playing)

What is it?

Something's going down.

Don't do anything stupid...

unless you're willing to die

for somebody else's money.

Come on, get up!

Police! Freeze!

You're under arrest.

(shotguns cocking)

I don't think so.

Put the gun down.

(men grunting)

Uhh!

Uh!

Ohh!

(heroic theme playing)

(sighs)

(heroic theme swells)

(phone ringing)

One o'clock? Okay, Trent. I'll be there.

And thank you.

Where are you going?

The beauty parlor.

I told you.

Oh.

I guess I forgot.

Heh. I don't know where my mind has been lately.

What, no kiss goodbye?

( ominous theme playing)

(speaks in Spanish) Wha...?

Mm. Um.

Tell him to do something nice.

You been looking like hell lately.

Leon?

Follow her.

TRENT: I'm glad you called.

I wanna do something.

I don't know what,

but I cannot go on living like this.

An assistant district attorney?

She's a friend.

I've already told her about you,

and she's done a lot of work in this area.

She wants to help.

We all do.

She, um...

wrote a home phone number on the back.

( quiet heroic theme playing)

I'll get that for ya.

Thank you.

(shutter clicking)

Thank you for everything.

You're welcome.

( eerie theme playing)

Matalo.

Kill him.

Hey, what's up?

Got that information on Rudy Mendoza

you asked for.

It's not good news.

Mendoza keeps a pretty low profile,

but when I put his name in the computer,

his file had more red flags than a Chinese parade.

Run it down for me.

Well, he started out as an associate

for the Del Vega cartel: um, muscle stuff, collections.

Moved up pretty quickly behind a reputation for ruthlessness.

I thought the Del Vegas were out of business.

They are. Walker took 'em out about a year ago.

Yeah. Their loss was Rudy's gain.

The word is he's taken over most of their operation,

and he's on the verge of taking over the rest.

(tires screeching) (gun cocks)

Get down!

(gunshots)

( eerie theme playing)

(whispering): Oh, my God.

RUDY: This is one of three warehouses we own,

and with your help, we're going to acquire five more.

Educational efforts have failed.

Demand for cocaine and heroin is rising.

Face it, ladies and gentlemen:

the war on drugs is over, and we have won.

(indistinct chatter)

RUDY: To the victor go the spoils.

You will note the quality of our product

is quite high,

as well as being absolutely consistent.

What you are looking at here

is the minimum standard operation,

and can be cloned for each warehouse.

We can guarantee an indefinitely uninterrupted flow.

Please, feel free to sample it.

Uh-uh.

What are you doing?

Get out of my way.

Señor Mendoza said for you to stay here,

and that's what you're gonna do.

( ominous theme playing)

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

Miss Cahill.

My name is Maria Mendoza.

I-I'm sorry to bother you this late.

Trent Malloy said he talked to you about me.

Yes. Yes, he did.

I need to get out of here.

He's gonna kill me. I know it.

Just sit tight. I'm on my way.

No!

I mean...

My husband, he would never let me leave.

No.

I'll bring someone with me who will never let that happen.

Now, where do you live?

218 Meadowbrook.

(sniffling): I'll, uh, meet you out front as soon as I can.

(tense theme playing)

(alarm bell ringing)

(cries out)

Aah!

(men grunting)

(horn honking)

Maria!

(dogs barking)

Let's go.

Oh, who were those guys?

( quiet theme playing)

MARIA: I'm sorry. This... This was all a mistake.

I mean, what can I do?

There's no place that I can hide from him.

I need to go back.

Maybe if I apologize...

Maria, you'll be fine.

Trust me.

I never should have come to you in the first place.

He has pictures of us.

He'll come after you too.

You don't understand what he is capable of.

We know who Rudy is, Maria.

And I do know what he's capable of.

(sobs): Oh, my God.

He's already tried.

TRENT: It's okay. I'm fine,

and you're going to be fine too.

But we need your help.

Wh...? What do you mean?

Testify against your husband.

On the phone,

you told me that you knew too much.

He'd kill me.

He's not gonna kill anyone.

If you testify against him,

we can put him away for good.

It's in my journal.

I wrote everything down.

JOSE: It wasn't our fault.

They jumped us.

There was, like, six of 'em.

You like your job, right?

I mean, I treat you pretty good,

take care of your families.

How's your little boy doing?

Entiendes?

Go find her.

( ominous theme playing)

She knows too much, Leon.

(indistinct chatter)

Freeze! Texas Rangers!

You're under arrest!

Drop your weapons and get down on the floor!

(gunfire)

Ahh!

Ahh!

(men shouting indistinctly)

WALKER: Hold it.

(gun cocks)

All right, let's go.

( tense theme playing)

It's a good thing you've got that gun,

or I'd kick your butt.

Really?

(groans)

(coughing)

Now let's go.

Here. Take him.

Good bust.

You think Mendoza will know how we got the information?

Yep.

Let's go.

RUDY: They busted the warehouse.

There's only one way they could have known.

Hire whoever you need.

Do whatever you have to do.

I want her back, and I want her alive.

Sí, jefe.

MARIA: At first, I had no idea.

He was so good to me.

And then after we were married and I...

I found out about his business,

it was too late.

He told me that if I ever tried to leave him,

he'd kill me.

God, I feel so stupid.

Maria, we all make mistakes...

But you recognized yours,

and you're doing something to correct it.

That is the important thing.

Come on.

We don't want to keep Alex waiting.

( tense theme playing)

Tell me you have good news.

Es cierto.

I found a friend at the telephone company.

A record of all the phone calls

made from here the night that Maria left.

What is that?

That is the unlisted home telephone number

of Assistant District Attorney Alex Cahill.

Well, that fits.

We better get to her before she tells them everything, eh?

Sí.

ALEX: Maria, you did great.

Combined with what you guys got in the drug raid,

we should have enough to put Mendoza away for good.

How soon can we get a warrant?

I'll get a judge right on it as soon as the courts open.

Okay, let's start planning the operation.

TRIVETTE: I'll contact the other departments.

WALKER: Okay.

ALEX: Maria, let's call it a night.

Where are you going?

I'm gonna take Maria back to my house.

Why don't you wait till we finish here.

Oh, Walker, we are so tired.

I promise I will call you as soon as I get home.

Be sure and do that.

I'll walk you down to your car.

Okay, let's see.

(alarm beeps)

Thanks, Trent.

Anytime.

Drive safe, and...

I won't forget to call when I get home. I promise.

Good night, Trent.

Good night, Maria.

I'll see you tomorrow.

(engine starts)

(suspenseful theme playing)

(gasping)

(phone ringing)

(screams)

CARLOS: According to Maria's information,

Mendoza was supplying drugs to Texas state.

That means he's probably the guy

that killed those three kids.

It's gonna be real good to get this guy

off the street.

Yeah, it sure is.

You know, Alex should have called by now.

(ringing)

ALEX (over machine): I'm sorry.

No one's here to take your call right now,

but please leave your name and number,

and we'll get back to you as soon as we can.

(machine beeps) She's not home.

I'll try her cell phone.

(dialing)

(ringing)

No.

I don't like this.

What do you think we should do?

I'll put an APB out on the car.

TRIVETTE: Wait a minute. Doesn't Alex's car

have one of those onboard antitheft tracking devices?

Yeah, I made her put it in a few months ago.

I'm gonna call and get it activated.

Out of the car!

( suspenseful theme playing)

MAN: Let's go.

Leon, let her go.

She's not involved in this.

She is now.

(speaking in Spanish)

(speaking in Spanish)

Señor Mendoza

has very special plans for you.

And I...

have very, very special plans for you.

Uh! Oh!

RUDY: Leon.

Leon.

Is that any way to treat a lady?

These two ladies and I have a little business

to take care of, but when I do finish,

if you still want her, you can have her.

Gracias, jefe.

( action theme playing)

Now...

I need to know what you've told them.

Go to hell.

RUDY: Oh, I plan to,

but first I'm going to need that information.

There's nothing you can do to me

that you haven't already done.

I wouldn't bet on that.

But perhaps we can try something else.

I'm going to ask you a question.

You're going to tell me the truth.

If you don't...

I'm going to cut your friend.

First question.

I'll make it an easy one.

Did you tell them about the operation in the warehouse?

Honey...

Baby...

(men grunting)

(gunshots)

(speaking in Spanish)

ALEX: Walker, they're heading out the back!

Waugh!

(grunting)

Ah!

Oh!

Ahh... uah!

(men grunting)

Heh!

You okay?

(whispers): Yes, yes, yes.

You all right?

Yeah.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Ugh!

( tranquil theme playing)

TRENT: I hear Los Angeles is nice.

Yeah. It seems like a nice place for a fresh start.

Once I get settled, maybe you can come out for a visit.

I'd like that.

Thank you, Trent.

For everything.

(engine starts)

TRENT: I'm thinking of taking a few days off.

Carlos and I are going over to Louisiana

and do a little bass fishing.

We thought you might want to join us.

CARLOS: This cabin has got four bedrooms.

It's right on the lake.

You can fish off the back porch.

Hmm. Sounds pretty good.

Hey, Walker. The FBI Called.

They need us for an investigation in Flower Mound.

Oh, rats.

Well, I guess I have to take a rain check.

You guys have a good time.

Okay, you got it. Hey, take care.

(intercom buzzes)

Trent Malloy. Personal protection.

Yes, sir. I'm sure I can help.

( gentle heroic theme playing)

That's not a problem.

I've got a friend who's real good

at getting inside information.

Uh-huh. Okay.

(chuckles)

( 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 ♪