Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

(band playing mariachi music)

(men singing indistinctly)

(indistinct chatter)

Bienvenidos.

We will seat you as soon as there is a table ready,

and I promise you, it will be worth the wait.

And thank you all for coming.

(indistinct chatter)

(singing in Spanish)

So many people,

and it's just the first day of business.

It's a miracle.

TOMMY: It's no miracle, Mom.

People in this neighborhood have always loved you.

This is their way of showing it.

They're putting their money where their mouth is.

And this is just the lunch run.

You know, C.D., you might think about getting some live music.

Not a bad idea, Alex.

A steel guitar to bring 'em in

and keep 'em eating.

You need a menu first, man.

C.D.: Jimmy, I'll put my menu up

against anybody's.

No offense, ma'am.

No offense taken, C.D.

Uh, you better be careful with those chilies, señor.

Those are habaneros from Sonora,

and, uh, super hot, man.

Oh, man, hot is my middle name.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Wait, don't drink that.

It'll make it worse.

WOMAN: Makes it worse. Oh, my God.

Get the leche.

C.D.: You can't tell him

a damn thing, I'll tell you.

(all laugh)

TRIVETTE: Oh, God.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

You were warned.

Suffer. Oh, my God.

( ominous theme playing)

(grunting)

(people screaming)

MAN: Everyone hit the deck!

Facedown!

Ain't no one's resisting. We'll do whatever you say.

Anything to help, man.

(playing mariachi music)

C.D.: Mmm, boy.

Hot sauce, Trivette? (C.D. laughs)

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.

(laughing)

MAN: Keep your faces down!

Keep 'em down!

Don't even look at me.

I'll turn you guys into dog food.

(beeps)

A minute, 30 seconds.

Right! You read that, Control?

I read you, Mr. H.

One minute, 30 elapsed.

Police summoned by silent alarm and en route.

Police estimated time of arrival:

one minute.

You have 30 seconds to finish up in there.

(beeps)

All right, come on, come on.

All right!

Let's go, let's go!

Whoo-hoo!

Come on, let's get outta here!

(gunshots)

Go, go, go!

(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

(all shouting and whooping)

Yeah, baby, we aced that place!

Took 'em for a pile!

Shut up!

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: Guilty.

Ten to 15 years. ( dogs barking)

( prison door buzzes, slams shut)

Marta.

(inaudible dialogue)

Tommy.

Tommy.

Do you remember me?

You were 8 when I went away.

I'm your father, Joe Lopez.

I remember.

I remember Mom crying when you were sent to prison.

I remember my friends teasing me,

calling you a thief and me the son of a thief.

I remember Ernesto's death

and you not being there!

JOE: I understand.

Believe me, I know how you feel.

I'm out now on parole.

I just want to make things right.

No! Far as I'm concerned, my father's dead.

MARTA: Tommy.

Tommy, wait.

(cell phone ringing)

(phone beeps)

Yeah, Jimmy.

They hit again. The Diamond Mart.

Let's go.

( 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 ♪

( mysterious theme playing)

TRIVETTE: Looks like the same crew.

WALKER: Yeah, it does.

Hey, how about that Joe Lopez guy

over at Marta's place?

You know him?

No, but I remember when he was arrested.

Something unusual about it?

Well, Joe was a safecracker. A good one.

He was captured when he drove his getaway car into a tree,

trying to avoid some kids playing in the street.

Well, at least we know he's got some good in him.

Yeah.

Why did you stop writing?

(sighs)

Please.

When they sentenced me,

I begged you to make the separation legal.

No.

If you need a job, I need a dishwasher.

Just don't mistake

my feeling sorry for you for love.

And as for why I never got a divorce,

let's just say that... um...

I've always tried to be a very good Catholic.

You can stay in the room in the back if you like.

No, I have to stay at the halfway house.

As part of my parole, they keep track of me

with this electronic monitor.

But as far as the job, I'll take that.

I'm glad you didn't get a divorce.

Whatever your reasons, I thank you.

Well... thank me later,

after you've washed pots and pans

for the next eight hours.

(chuckles)

Go get an apron.

MAN: How about Joe Lopez?

Checked in yesterday.

Should be no problem.

That's good, Wade. Now, get him on board.

(screaming and gunshots over TV)

MAN: Everyone hit the deck!

Facedown! ( gunshots)

MANAGER: Ain't no one's resisting.

We'll do whatever you say. Anything to help.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Great.

These guys have some sense of humor.

Yeah.

MAN: A minute, 30 seconds.

Right-o! You read that, Control?

Control.

Someone's monitoring the time outside.

Boss? Probably.

Finish up. The cops will be here in one minute.

Listening to a police scanner, no doubt.

MAN: Keep 'em down!

Five months these guys have been operating.

Two armored cars, a trio of banks,

Marcell Furriers, and now the Diamond Mart.

Two civilians and three security men killed.

Maybe your idea of inflating the amounts taken will work.

One of these punks will think

he's getting shortchanged and make a mistake.

(rock music playing over speakers)

MAN: Come on! Come!

MAN 2: Hang on, hang on. You can't do that.

MAN: I gotcha, I gotcha. Ha!

Well,

here's your cuts from the Diamond Mart.

Ten thousand each.

MAN: Now, hold on a minute.

Paper says we got 400,000 from that job.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong,

but that would make my cut 20,000.

That's what it says right here, 400,000.

Well, it's not true. We only got 2.

Why the hell would the paper lie?

How the hell would I know?

If you got a problem, Hopkins,

why don't you just talk to the boss?

Talk to the boss.

Yeah, right.

Let's go, Mulkey.

What do you say we spend some of this hard-earned cash?

Sounds good to me.

MARTA: Tommy was hurt.

He was hurt bad.

It's only natural that he would be angry.

The pain he felt is still very real.

How about you, Marta?

I hated Joe for what he did.

But I still love him.

You know, my mother used to say,

"Love and hate are horns on the same bull's head."

(laughs)

I never believed her until I saw Joe again.

I hate him for what he did.

But I still love him.

Heh. Is that crazy?

Nah, it's not crazy.

But don't let your emotions block out the truth.

I... I won't.

But I'm trying to let myself

believe in Joe again,

and not just for my sake, but for Tommy too.

(sighs)

I hope it works out, Marta.

Thanks.

For everything.

Time to open up.

Hiya, Joe.

Hey, Ranger Walker.

Marta thinks a lot of you,

and I know what you've done for my family,

so if it means anything,

you have my thanks.

It does, Joe.

What happens to them means more.

I understand.

I hope you do because

I don't want 'em hurt.

Ranger Walker, I promise you,

like I've promised myself,

I'll never willingly cause them any pain.

Okay. Take care, Joe.

Thank you, Ranger.

Hello.

Mrs. Lopez.

Hey.

How are you doing?

Mr. Coburn.

My wife, Marta.

(speaks in Spanish)

A pleasure.

Just came by to do the usual follow-up work.

Check on parolee's place of employment,

check with employer on parolee's work record.

How's he doing, ma'am?

Fine. Heh.

Just fine.

Great.

Yeah, I hope I'm not embarrassing you, Joe.

This is all just standard operating procedure.

And if you got any problems, any problems at all,

you just let old Buck know, okay?

Sure.

And you too, ma'am.

Okay.

I'll see you at the halfway house

on Friday, okay, Joe?

Sure.

My parole officer.

(rock music playing over speakers)

Thank you.

♪ For the tortured soul ♪

♪ Desert time Now lights grow cold... ♪

Heh, heh, what?

Welcome home, Joe.

Hard day at the old lady's grease trap?

(chuckles)

(knock on door) Yeah.

Hey, Joe. Hey.

I just wanted to, uh,

apologize for the crack about your...

Your wife.

What can I do for you, Wade?

No, I think it's what

I can do for you, Joe.

Thought maybe, uh,

you'd like to take a shower.

I can remove the monitor for you.

(monitor beeps)

You know, Joe, if you, uh...

If you ever need to be someplace else,

I can just take that thing and leave it here.

It's no problem.

What do you get for doing me this favor?

Oh, I scratch your back, you scratch mine.

It's no big deal.

You know, the city pays me very well

for running this place, but, uh,

an extra buck or two never hurt.

Talk plain to me, Wade. What do you want?

Later, Joe.

We'll... We'll talk later.

( dramatic theme playing)

Hey, how are you doing?

Hey, what's up?

(blues music playing over speakers)

(indistinct chatter)

HOPKINS: Four hundred thousand, that's what we really got.

Four hundred thousand was the real take, not 2.

What you're trying to say is we got stabbed in the back.

Right in the back. How about another drink, guys?

Sweetheart, could you do me a favor and shut your face?!

Hey, bartender, hit us again, huh?

You want a hit? I'll give you a hit, sweetheart.

WOMAN: Sweetie, I'm just teasing. Come on.

Four hundred thousand in diamonds.

That's what we really got, you know what I mean?

I don't think the paper's lying.

I don't think it was lying either.

But there's nothing we can do about it now.

So why don't we just have fun?

Think about it.

Come on, J.T. Let's go enjoy ourselves.

(Hopkins laughs) Come here.

HOPKINS: That's it, baby, entertain the troops.

There you go! Ha-ha-ha!

♪ Your sweet lies ♪ Yeah!

That'll earn ya, baby.

There you go! Careful, you're gonna put out an eye!

(Hopkins laughs)

♪ They pour like honey ♪

♪ Over me ♪ (cell phone rings)

(phone beeps) Walker.

Yeah, Walker, Trivette.

What have you got?

Your idea to boost the amounts taken is paying off, man.

Why is that? The Velvet Elvis

down on McKinney,

we got a civic-minded bartender,

says he's got a couple of customers

who are bragging about taking out the Diamond Mart

and complaining because they got shortchanged.

I'll meet you there.

(phone beeps)

( blues music playing)

(tires screeching)

(crowd chattering)

(women cheering and whooping) (laughing)

WOMAN: Come on, move it, baby!

Come on!

Texas Rangers.

Keep your hands on the table.

(gun cocks) Watch it!

(women scream)

(car doors slam)

(car starts)

(gunshots)

(tires squealing)

( action theme playing)

(tires squeal)

(horn honking)

(horn honking)

(horns honking)

(tires screeching)

(horn honking)

(horn honking)

(horn honking)

(truck horn honking)

(truck horn honking)

No!

(yells)

(tires squealing)

Remember the party in your dad's backyard

the day we were married?

We open in ten minutes.

We'll be ready.

Do you remember?

I remember.

The gas grill that Don Hildago lent to Papa

to make the food blew up.

It didn't blow up.

It exploded.

(laughs)

Yeah.

And Teresa Martinez fainted.

Oh, that's right.

Three hundred pounds of woman. Nobody could lift her.

(laughs)

Your dad made a speech that night.

Mm. About the circle of life

and how we all come back to where we begin.

And he said on that day,

his beautiful daughter,

Marta, and her husband, José,

had joined their circles forever.

I still feel the same way I did that day, querida.

( tender theme playing)

Mom!

What are you doing?

I can't believe you could be so stupid.

That's no way to talk to your mother.

What are you gonna do about it?

Spank me after ten years, huh?

What's the big, bad thief gonna do about it?

Oye, come here.

You want to know how I can be so stupid?

Because of him.

The old Joe Lopez would've never had the courage

to hold his temper and walk away.

That takes a real man.

You think about that, little tough guy.

Trouble, Mrs. Lopez? Ho.

No, uh, we'll take care of it, Mr. Coburn.

Are you sure?

Everything's fine.

Everything's okay?

It is.

Good.

Joe's in the kitchen.

Great. Thank you, ma'am.

That was gruesome.

Yeah, it's going to be hard

to identify those bodies.

That's for sure.

(dog barking)

Looks like we're gonna have that talk now, huh, Wade?

You're a smart guy, Joe.

And we need a smart guy.

Yeah, someone good with safes.

Yeah, that's the word on you, Joe.

You're a class-A box man.

Yeah, when our boss heard you were getting out, he, uh...

He pulled a few strings

to have you assigned to this halfway house.

I see.

Hey, it's a great setup, man.

When we hit that Diamond Mart last week,

that, uh... That scanner or whatever they got downtown,

it said we was here. Huh?

(all laugh)

Talk about the perfect alibi.

Yeah, a-and now our boss wants your assistance

on a very special job.

He wants you to open a safe for us.

What's in it for me?

A full share, 5 percent of whatever we get.

Looks like you got yourself a box man.

Good.

MAN: All right. (men laughing)

That's good.

(bag thumping)

JOE: Do you remember me?

You were 8 when I went away.

I'm your father, Joe Lopez.

TOMMY: I remember Mom crying when you were sent to prison.

And I remember Ernesto's death and you not being there!

JOE: I just want to make things right.

TOMMY: As far as I'm concerned, my father's dead!

Dead! Dead! My father's dead!

Dead! Dead!

My father's dead!

Dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!

I guess it was a shock to see your father

after all these years, huh?

He's not my father!

He is your father, Tommy.

Good, bad, or indifferent.

And from what I saw when he came into the restaurant,

he looked like he was trying to make amends.

She thinks he's changed,

that all of a sudden, he's a different guy.

How do you know he isn't?

You know, in the Bible, Matthew says,

Straight is the gate, and narrow the way,

which leadeth into life,

and few there be that find it.

What that means, Tommy,

is your father made a mistake,

and now maybe he's trying to find the right way.

Tommy... if you don't forgive your father,

you're never gonna heal the hurt

that you're feeling right now.

(door opens)

(door closes)

JOE: Ranger Walker,

those guys killed in that crash with the semi,

their names are, uh, J.T. Hopkins

and Little John Mulkey.

They were parolees at the Sentinel Halfway House.

Sit down, Joe.

They're part of a crew headed up by Wade.

Best I can tell,

they've been involved in a few robberies,

including that one at the Diamond Mart.

You have any proof?

JOE: They're planning another job.

They asked me to be in on it.

What'd you tell 'em?

I told 'em I'd do it.

They won't take no for an answer.

Maybe we should have a talk with Mr. Wade.

Uh, sir, I have a better idea.

Mr. Wade's second in command.

You want his boss. I can help you get him.

Why you doing this, Joe?

I want my family back, Ranger Walker.

COBURN: You're doing just great, Joe.

And good on ya.

Heck, if all my people were as motivated as you,

I wouldn't have anything to do.

Like that washing-machine guy

on the TV commercials, you know?

I understand, Mr. Coburn.

Hey... And drop all that "mister" stuff.

I'm just plain old B-U-C-K.

Buck.

Listen, are there any problems?

Anything you want to talk about?

Our employer needs your assistance

on a very special job.

He wants you to open a safe for us, Joe.

Well, there is one thing.

Nah, never mind.

Come on, Joe.

What's on your mind?

Get it off.

My son, Tomas.

My son and I aren't getting along.

Is that all?

Means a lot to me.

My wife's really upset.

Right.

I understand.

And I'm sorry.

Well, thank you, Mr. B-U-C-K.

Hey, no sweat, Joe-boy.

Please,

let me know how it all works out, okay?

Okay.

(car door opens)

(car door closes)

(car starts)

Whoo, that is some parole officer

you got there, Joe-boy.

(both laugh)

Yeah, Mr. Personality, huh?

When's this job we talked about going down?

Why, you getting antsy?

No. Some stuff I gotta know.

Not all boxes are the same.

I might need some special tools.

Well, I'll tell you what, why don't you relax?

We're meeting in Wade's room

at 8:00 tomorrow morning.

You'll get all the dope then, okay?

All right.

Boy, he's an eager beaver, huh?

( dramatic theme playing)

(speaking in Spanish)

Hiya, Tommy. How you doing?

I'm all right. I thought about what you said,

and, uh, I'm gonna give it a try.

Good. All right.

Hey, Joe.

Hey, Ranger Walker.

What have you got?

We meet with Mr. Wade

tomorrow morning at 8:00 to plan the job.

Okay. Call me right after the meeting.

I will. Be careful.

I will.

Oh, my God.

Why the hell don't you watch where you're going?

I'm very sorry, sir.

Sorry is not good enough.

God!

I'm really sorry, sir.

Oh, man, we'll be glad to pay

for the dry-cleaning or get you some new clothes.

And as far as the lunch goes,

it's on the house.

Well, most of it's on the house.

Yeah, the rest is on me.

Yes, sir, and I have to say,

you... You wear it well.

(crowd laughs)

(man laughs)

Okay, okay.

MAN: All right, all right.

Sorry I got upset.

No hard feelings? No.

Okay, great.

I'll get... I'll get you a new bowl.

(siren wailing in distance)

WADE: The Hillman building.

Constructed in the late '80s.

There's no central alarm system.

Each company renting space provides its own.

The building will be closed,

so there's only three security guards to worry about.

That, of course, is Horner and Daly.

Well, that's no problem.

That's right. Rent-a-cops ain't diddly.

What's in the safe?

Only a million in cash and, uh,

probably double that in bearer bonds.

When do we do this job?

Right now, Joe-boy.

(Coburn laughs)

Heh. Hoo-wee!

Oh, you should see the look on your face.

It's worth all the risks I've been taking to get rich.

Just a little surprised.

Well, you should be. I play my part well.

More than a little bit ignorant.

Motor mouth. Busybody.

Geek, even.

But the brains behind a major crime crew?

Not!

You got a sweet deal here.

Oh, you betcha, Joe-boy.

Come on, now.

You think you can open this?

Yeah, but now?

No way.

I need a day to...

Look at... Look at these plans and...

get some tools.

Well, you can study it on the way there,

and I got all the tools you'll need

outside in the van.

Come on.

Let's do it.

There's no better time than a Sunday morning,

when everyone's either sleeping or in church.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(keys beeping)

This is Ranger Walker.

Joe Lopez's monitor, what does it read?

Okay. Thanks.

Joe's monitor indicates

that he's still at the halfway house.

I can feel that Cherokee kicking in.

He should've called by now.

Okay, fine.

So where your hunches are concerned,

I've had way too much experience eating crow.

Let's go check it out.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Oh, there's everything in here

you'll need to punch out this box, Joe.

(gun cocks)

You're crazy for doing this, Coburn.

Hey, Joe, insurance.

See, I know better

than to give a basically decent guy like you

a chance to change his mind.

All right. Take out the two guards.

We'll be right behind you.

Don't hurt my kid.

Go do it.

Got three monitors, Wade,

without parolees attached to 'em.

I don't think any of 'em are in church.

I don't know what you're talking about,

I don't know how this happened.

Wade, you're the middleman in six felonies

resulting in five homicides.

We got hard evidence.

You know the penalty for murder, don't you?

TRIVETTE: Time you're eligible for parole,

they're gonna have halfway houses on Mars.

Where are they? You can go down by yourself.

COBURN: That's one.

Come on, let's go.

Number two.

Horner's taking out the alarm.

Safe's in there.

Three down, none to go.

Like I said, rent-a-pigs ain't diddly.

(laughs)

Welcome, Joe-boy.

Now, you got 37 minutes to punch this baby,

or young Tomas over there

is not gonna reach his next birthday.

( dramatic theme playing)

(drill whirring)

(lock clicks)

(lock clicks)

(lock clicks)

Man, oh, man! Look at all that green!

My favorite color.

Come to Papa.

Yo, Lopez, that was quick.

You are as good as they said you were.

(yelling)

Freeze!

(screams)

TRIVETTE: Let him go, Coburn!

(grunts)

Let my kid go, Coburn!

Let him go!

Get out of the way, Joe!

(grunts) JOE: No!

(grunts)

Dad!

Dad.

WALKER: Don't move, Joe, don't move.

I'll get an ambulance.

(sirens wailing)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Walker explained everything.

I'm so proud of you, Dad.

So proud.

Dad... Please.

You can't die, Dad.

Please.

( dramatic theme playing)

Hey there. Hey.

"Family Lopez."

Says it all, doesn't it?

It sure does, Walker.

Oh, by the way, Joe,

I have something here for ya

from the governor.

It's a pardon.

( 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 ♪