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( light rock action theme playing)

( rock music playing)

(electronic explosions)

(lasers buzzing)

ELECTRONIC VOICE: Your dead. Try again.

Sorry.

Ha, ha, sorry don't cut it, geek.

Come on, man.

Hey, Snake, chill, man.

Hey, Jesse's my homey, all right?

We used to chill together.

It's cool, Bobby.

No problem.

What's up, my brother?

Where you been, man? Baseball tryouts were yesterday.

Coach even asked about you.

Hey, you know, I ain't got time for that stuff no more.

I'm into some real action. Check that out.

Oh, nice. Uh-huh.

It's the real deal too, baby.

Hey, come on inside with me.

Play this game.

Hey, I'm buying.

I can't, Bobby, I gotta get home.

Mom's getting ready to go to work.

Yeah, all right, maybe next time, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, Blade.

(dog barking)

(whispering): Jesse, it's me.

What's going on, Bobby?

Nothin' much, man.

It's got nothing to do with you, all right?

Just go back inside.

Shh.

Hey, you never saw me, okay?

( suspenseful theme playing)

(tires screeching)

TRIVETTE: We got movement south side of the warehouse.

Unit 3, this is Unit 1.

We're picking up something on the monitor, over.

WOMAN (on radio): Roger that, Unit 1.

We've got a black van and a rental truck

pulling up the south end of the warehouse, over.

Deploy.

This is Unit 1 to all units, deploy.

I repeat, all units deploy.

Okay, boys, just as we planned it.

I take out the security system,

and I'm outta here.

There shouldn't be a guard,

but if there is, you guys know what to do.

You got it, Blade.

(indistinct chatter)

( dramatic theme playing)

I'll take the front.

Let's go.

(electronic beeping)

BLADE: All right, it's a go.

BOY: All right, we're in, man, come on, let's go.

(tires screeching)

(all whispering indistinctly)

Scott, break around the other side.

Got it.

(whispering indistinctly)

The door here's open.

Rangers, you're under arrest, get over there.

On the floor, do it now!

Okay, okay, take it easy!

Freeze! Police!

Get against the wall, come on.

Easy, son, easy.

Drop to your knees.

Easy, don't worry about it, don't worry.

Freeze!

Hands behind your head.

Police!

Hands in the air!

BILL: Well, you're just a kid.

All right, come on over here, son.

Aah!

( 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 ♪

That was a gunshot.

Everybody outside!

Oh, help me!

Hold this.

(grunts)

(gunshot) I said freeze.

Help. (tires screeching)

Freeze!

Bill!

(sirens wailing)

Officer down.

Get an ambulance in here.

The shooter went that way.

Hang in there, Bill, come on.

Hang in there, buddy.

Walker, Bill got shot.

(sirens wailing)

The ambulance is here, Sal.

Come on, Bill!

Move it!

SAL: Get some pressure on here.

Must have been a cop-killer bullet.

Went right through his vest.

( dramatic theme playing)

MAN 1 (over radio): This is D.P.D., Aerial 1, pursue the shooter.

(sirens wailing)

MAN 2 (over radio): Unit 24, heading north on 3rd.

MAN 1 (over radio): Aerial 1, no sign of suspect.

MAN 2 (over radio): Unit 2, west on Maple clear.

MAN 1 (over radio): Aerial 1, we've lost him.

(dog barking)

(barking)

(whimpering)

What's wrong, girl?

What's wrong?

(helicopters overhead)

Show me.

Bobby?

Thanks, man.

What's going on, Bobby?

He killed him, man. Why...? What are you...?

Look, you gotta help me, all right?

Hide this. No, Bobby.

What are you, loco? Get that gun out of here.

If my mom found that here, she'd kill me.

MOM: Jesse?

Jesse, I'm home.

I'll be right there, Mom.

Look, look, this is serious.

Don't say anything to anybody.

Blade will kill us both.

(sirens wailing)

BOBBY: Blade will kill us both.

BOBBY: Jesse!

Hey, man.

Blade wants to see you.

Well, I don't want to see him.

Come on, it'll be okay.

(loud rock music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

BOBBY: Hey, you guys wait here.

(door opening)

BLADE: Hey, Jesse.

Got the chair. Hi.

Sit down, Jesse.

You too, Bobby.

Jesse, it seems like we got a problem here.

Now, Bobby made a big mistake getting you involved.

Involved?

What are you talking about? I'm not involved...

It's like I said, Blade, the cop...

I... I told Bobby I wouldn't say anything.

I know that, Jesse.

I know you mean that, because from what Bobby tells me,

you're a smart kid.

But I want my gun back.

What are you talking about?

I don't have your gun.

Tell him, Bobby.

Yeah, tell him, Bobby.

Look, man, I stashed the gun in your drawer.

I had to get away, man. The cops were all over me.

I couldn't get caught with it.

I can't believe you. Hey, guys, look.

What's done is done.

But, Jesse, here's what you're gonna do.

You're gonna go home, you're gonna get the gun,

and you're gonna bring it back to me.

And, Jesse, I know I can trust you.

You know why?

'Cause Bobby told me all about your pretty little mom.

Yeah.

He told me how close you are.

He told me how much you care about her.

So Jesse, you just remember,

you say one word to anybody about this,

and your precious little mom is dead.

( dramatic theme playing)

BLADE: You say one word to anybody about this

and your precious little mom is dead.

MOM: Jesse, Jesse, come in here, please.

Hi, Mom.

Hey, Uncle Carlos, what are you doing here?

Your mom called me, Jesse, I just got here.

I asked him to come, Jesse, because I was very afraid.

I didn't know what to do.

What happened, Mom?

Jesse, what in God's name are you doing with this?

Teresa, give me that.

Wait, you guys, you don't understand.

Okay, start explaining.

What are you doing snooping in my room?

You've got no right to do that.

Jesse!

Jesse, come back in here.

What, Carlos?

It's a cop-killer bullet.

Better call forensics.

What's happening, Carlos? Tell me.

Tell me, Carlos.

There was a shooting last night.

It was serious, the...

Shooter used a bullet just like that.

So just remember,

you say one word to anybody,

and your precious mom is dead.

Jesse, Jesse, get back in here.

( rock theme playing)

TRIVETTE: All we know is we have a murder weapon

and a 15-year-old boy on the run, that's all.

We also know this punk killed Bill.

That's why he ran.

All eight of the boys we picked up last night

are in Jesse Estrella's age range.

Yeah, but all of them have records.

Jesse's never been in any kind of trouble.

All that means is he's never been caught.

Walker.

What have you got from the ones we brought in?

Are they fingering the Estrella kid?

No, none of them are talking.

I'll tell you, this outfit's into everything

from strong-arm to shoplifting.

Yeah, and because they're juveniles,

they've been getting off easy.

Not this time.

This time they killed a cop.

Yeah.

(loud rock music playing)

Think, Bobby. Aah!

Come on, he's your best friend.

Where would he go?

I... Come on, think.

Maybe this old boathouse we used to hang out at.

It's down by the lake.

Zack. ZACK: Yeah, man.

Tell Zack where to find him, and Zack,

if he's there, bring him to me.

I want to talk to him.

(indistinct chatter)

Walker, look, these guys, they're good cops,

I know that, but... They're mad.

Now, if Jesse runs again, anything could happen.

I'd like to be the one to bring him in.

I could use your help.

Do you have any idea where he would have gone?

How about someplace he feels safe?

Hm.

Well, he did have a secret fishing spot

out on White Rock Lake that he liked to go to.

He took me there once, I think I could find it.

Let's go check it out.

Jesse.

Come on out, buddy.

Mr. Blade wants to talk to you, Jesse.

That's all.

Come on out of there.

Come on out of there now!

(grunting)

Zack, cops are here.

Remember, kid, you talk, and you're dead.

So is your mom.

All right.

We walk out nice and cool.

Hey.

What?

Come here, we want to talk to you.

We got nothing to talk about.

Well, you may not, but we do.

Now get over here.

We didn't do nothin'.

Why the hell should we talk to you?

Because we've got this.

And you've got that.

(grunting)

Aah!

(grunting)

(grunting)

Ooh!

(grunting)

(grunting)

Aah!

I'm gonna check out the boathouse.

I've got these guys.

( mysterious theme playing)

Jesse?

Jesse.

Hey, buddy.

Come on.

Take it... No, Jesse, Jesse!

Jess.

Whoa, whoa, hold it, hold it, easy, now.

What's going on, man? Come on.

Look at me.

Jesse.

Talk to me, buddy. What's going on?

Come on, Jesse.

Not talking's just gonna make things tougher on you.

SAL: What? You think because you're a minor,

you keep your mouth shut and you get a slap on the wrist?

Not this time, kid.

You killed a cop.

Now talk.

So just remember, you say one word to anybody,

and your precious mom is dead.

Talk!

WALKER: Easy, Sal.

Easy.

Bill was my partner, Walker.

And that little punk killed him.

Yeah, come on, let's go.

Miss Cahill, you have to believe me.

I know my son, he would never do something like this.

I hope you're right, Mrs. Estrella.

But you see how it looks.

He had the murder weapon,

and the police chased him to your doorstep.

He did not do it.

I know he did not do it.

( dramatic theme playing)

(indistinct chatter)

ZACK: Thanks for calling the bail.

You got it, Mr. Patterson.

(slow organ music playing)

I'm sorry, Sal.

He was a good cop, Walker.

I just can't believe Jesse would do something like this.

Look, Carlos, I know the kid is family,

but the gun was found in his drawer at his house.

I know that, Sal,

but I know the boy, and he's a good kid.

What do you think, Walker?

Well, Jesse's the only one of the boys who looks scared.

He killed a cop, and we caught him.

Damn right, he's scared.

Well, I have to agree with Carlos.

I'm not so sure Jesse's the one that did the shooting.

You think he's protecting someone?

Yeah, he could be, Alex.

One thing I do know is a bunch of 16-year-old boys

couldn't pull off an operation like that.

Way too sophisticated.

What about those guys you brought in today?

Jesse's buddies, they weren't 16.

Funny thing about those guys...

They were all bailed out by Lawrence Patterson.

Who's also representing the boys in on the warehouse deal.

Lawrence Patterson?

He's a senior partner in the biggest law firms in Dallas.

Those punks couldn't pay his dry cleaning bill.

TRIVETTE: And another thing...

What do you think those guys were doing

at the boathouse with Jesse, trying to help him?

Or kill him.

Only Jesse can tell us that.

( dramatic theme playing)

You have your instructions.

Don't let Mr. Blade down.

Never have, never will.

( hard rock theme playing)

Hey, man, I didn't tell them anything,

and I'm not going to.

Shut up and listen, dog.

Blade wants you to talk.

He wants me to talk?

That's right.

He wants you to tell them you shot the cop.

Talk to Patterson.

That's our lawyer.

He'll fill you in on all the details.

You panicked, it was a mistake.

All that stuff.

But you gotta take the fall, little dude.

Do it, Jesse.

Or I'll be back.

( hard rock theme playing)

( tense theme playing)

No, no, just keep checking.

Thanks.

TRIVETTE: Well, there's no way of finding out who's paying Patterson.

He's got Swiss bank accounts, offshore accounts.

Probably got outer space accounts.

Hm.

Did you pull the jackets on those kids we picked up?

Yeah.

Looks like your hunch was right.

I went all the way back to their first busts.

Found references to a place called Attak Zone.

It's a video arcade in Deep Ellum.

Could be they hang out there.

Let's go see.

( action theme playing)

(rock music playing)

(electronic zapping)

Where can we find the owner?

I'm the owner.

Hi, Johnny Blade. What can I do for you, Rangers?

Well, we arrested some teenage boys,

and we were wondering if they were regulars here.

Arrested 'em for what?

Burglary. Burglary? Wow.

I sure hope not any of my boys.

You work on this stuff yourself?

Yeah, it's the only way

I can afford to stay in business.

Besides, I'm qualified.

Trained by good old Uncle Sam.

Working on these things is a snap

compared to what I had to work on in the service.

You were in electronics?

Uh, Navy Seals, actually.

Yeah, a few of these boys are regulars here.

I recognize 'em, but I don't know 'em or anything.

Did you ever talk to 'em?

Uh, yeah, just the usual "How you doin', son?

Check out the latest game," that kind of thing.

So you don't know who they hung around with.

No, no, I'm afraid not.

But it's, uh, sad, though, Ranger,

'cause I bet ya most of these boys

come from divorced parents or separated parents.

You know, they get these deadbeat dads

or moms on welfare.

They get no guidance.

I do what I can around here to help,

but you know how it is, I got a business to run.

Yeah, okay, thanks.

Thank you, Ranger.

( dramatic theme playing)

Did you get anything?

Nobody recognized any of the pictures.

So they said.

That's interesting, because Blade said

that several of the kids were regulars here.

These boys are just like the monkeys we picked up, huh?

See nothing, hear nothing, say nothing.

I want you to run a check on this Blade character.

We have a reason?

Not really.

Just one of your hunches?

Yep.

(engine starting)

( rock theme playing)

♪ How did I get here ♪

♪ My friend ♪

♪ I wish we could Start over again ♪

♪ Why did the innocent ways ♪

♪ Of our childhood days ♪

♪ And the games That we played have to end? ♪

WOMAN (on radio): The city is in mourning today over the murder

two nights ago of Dallas Police Detective William Sadler.

A 20-year veteran of the police department

and a devoted family man.

Yesterday, a 15-year-old boy was taken into custody.

He is alleged to have been at the scene of the crime

and believed respon...

♪ Wouldn't let me down ♪

♪ Not now and not then ♪

♪ How did we get here My friend? ♪

(door opening)

( suspenseful theme playing)

Get out, get out!

Get out!

Let me go!

Let go of me!

Somebody help!

Help me!

Somebody!

Let go!

Estrella.

Come on, your lawyer wants to see you.

But I... Move it!

(cell door opening)

Jess, I'm Lawrence Patterson.

And I'm representing you.

Now, I don't know what the police have told you,

and I don't know what kind of bullying tactics they've used,

but you are in big trouble.

But you're 15 years old,

honor student, never been in trouble before.

I'm certain I can get the courts to try you as a juvenile.

And that's of paramount importance.

But in order to do that,

you'll have to sign this confession I have prepared.

A confession?

I didn't do it.

Doesn't matter whether you did or you didn't.

What matters, is this.

( dramatic theme playing)

Is she okay?

For now.

And if I sign this paper, will they let her go?

You have my word on it, Jess.

Sign it.

Guard.

( rock theme playing)

Did he confess?

Yes.

Now you can kill him.

( tense theme playing)

(computer beeping)

TRIVETTE: Okay, here we go.

John Tyler Blade, 35.

Nothing criminal, just his military record.

Mother died when he was 12.

Foster homes.

Joined the navy at 19.

Admitted to the Seals.

Boy, he graded out super-high on weapons and hand-to-hand.

Certified in electronics.

Oh, will the real Mr. Blade stand up?

Walker, listen.

"Investigated for stealing and black-marketing Navy equipment."

But never prosecuted.

Took a general discharge.

Hm, does it say when he opened the arcade?

Yeah, four years ago, October.

(telephone rings)

Walker.

Okay, we'll be right up, Alex.

Trivette.

( phone ringing)

Jesse confessed?

Signed, sealed, and delivered

by Lawrence Patterson.

I tried to reach Teresa.

She's not at home or at work.

I... I don't know what I'm gonna tell her.

There's gotta be a reason why he confessed.

Because I just don't believe he did it.

Why is it so hard to believe, Walker?

BOBBY: He's right.

Jesse didn't do it. Who are you?

I'm Bobby Landrum.

And this is all my fault.

Jesse.

Come here.

What do you want now? I did everything I was told.

I signed the confession.

Blade told me to make sure you don't change your mind.

WALKER: Hold it!

Drop the knife.

I said drop it. Uh.

Jesse, we know John Blade scared you into confessing.

You've seen how much you can trust him.

Now it's time to trust us.

Tell us the truth, Jesse.

I'm sorry, I had to sign that paper.

They've got Mom.

What?

What are you talking about?

The lawyer showed me a picture of Mom tied up.

What was I supposed to do?

You've gotta help her, Uncle Carlos.

Come on.

( suspenseful theme playing)

BLADE: I hope you understand this is nothing personal,

Mrs. Estrella.

Because, in fact, I admire you very much.

Hell, a single mom raising a teenage boy in these times...

Whew.

With all the bad influences out there.

And that boy of yours.

(whimpering)

Jesse.

What a great kid he is.

(sighs)

I'm... Ha, I'm sorry.

I should have said "was."

Yeah, that's right.

I had him killed.

(sobbing) Yeah.

See, once Jesse confessed to killing that cop.

I couldn't take the chance that he'd change his story.

We both know the only reason he did it

is because I have you here.

And, uh... We both also know that I can't

keep you here forever, now, can I?

(gasping)

So now, you are going to commit suicide.

Who could blame you, though?

Cop-killer son, murdered in jail.

She just couldn't go on.

(chuckles)

(all chuckling)

BLADE: So now,

they'll find you here dead tomorrow.

And that'll pretty much wrap things up.

( action theme playing)

(tires screeching)

All right, Bobby says we have to go through

the laser maze to get to the office.

It's in the back of the arcade.

Okay, let's do it.

( dramatic theme playing)

Hey, one, two, stay with her.

Guys, let's go.

Come on, come on, One, two, let's go!

Aah!

(grunts)

All right, hold your fire.

We give up.

Get down, get down!

(arm cracking)

(bones cracking)

(groaning)

He's yours, Sal.

There's your cop-killer.

(Teresa screaming)

Get up.

Come on.

(moaning)

Are you all right? Carlos.

Carlos, is Jesse all right?

Jesse's... Jesse's fine.

Oh, thank God.

( applause)

EMCEE: Lawrence Patterson stands as a shining example to us all.

And I know many of us are aware

of his legendary successes in the courtroom.

But far fewer of us know about the number of hours

that Lawrence devotes to the children of the Metroplex.

Lawrence, you make me proud to be an attorney.

So ladies and gentlemen, without further ado,

I present to you this year's recipient

of the Metroplex Trial Lawyers Humanitarian of the Year Award:

Lawrence Patterson.

(audience applauds)

WALKER: Lawrence Patterson.

We have a warrant for your arrest.

What?

This is outrageous.

Carlos?

PATTERSON: I will have your badges for this.

Hands behind your back.

Do you know who you're dealing with?

Yeah. You're a bloodsucking lowlife

who frames young kids for murder.

Now, I said hands behind your back.

( mellow theme playing)

♪ It's time To start over again ♪

♪ The future Is calling my name ♪

CARLOS: Stop dragging your feet.

Here we go, fresh troops.

We've got them for 300 hours of community service.

Both boys?

Yeah, Jesse has volunteered to help out Bobby

with a little encouragement from his mother.

Yes, and don't take it easy on him, either.

Wow, welcome aboard.

Don't worry, we have plenty for you to do.

First, we have some bathrooms that need to be cleaned.

The supply closet is just around the corner.

Welcome aboard.

New recruits.

Well, somebody's gotta do it.

(both laughing)

♪ Forever my friend ♪

( 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 ♪