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( light rock action theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

(indistinct conversation)

What do you want?

I need to ask you some questions.

Well, you hear that, boys?

They want to ask us a few questions.

Well, you got some sand laying that crap on us

with your gun still in your holster.

We're gonna lay more than crap on you

if you don't cooperate with him.

What did you say?

What are you, deaf as well as ugly?

Why, you...

(grunting)

Stay down!

(grunting)

See what happens when you don't cooperate?

(man continues grunting)

What have you got, Connors?

Listen, you were right.

Victor Darden is trying to control

all the drug trafficking in and out of Dallas.

Anything else?

Yeah.

(grunting continues)

There's gonna be a big drugs-for-gun exchange

at the North Texas Airfield.

Some Colombian heavyweight

and one of Darden's hatchet men,

a big black guy by the name of Panther.

And from what I understand, he lives up to his name.

When?

It's going down in about an hour.

Okay. You ready?

Yeah, lay it on me.

(grunts)

(people gasping)

Let's get up.

Book 'em for assault on an officer.

This one too.

Connors have anything worthwhile?

Yeah, he's a good cop. I'll tell you on the way.

On my way where?

North Texas Airfield.

Wait a sec. How badly are we gonna be outnumbered?

Do you really wanna know?

Me? No, no. More the merrier.

I think I'll call for a little bit of backup, though.

(airplane engines roaring)

MAN: Hey, Panther! Good to see you again, amigo.

Tu también, chico.

And on time for once.

MAN: Good rifles make it worth my time.

Here, my brother.

Is the smack in those bags any good,

or do I have to test it?

Madre de dios, amigo. You strike me in the nerve.

Heh. Would I be that stupid?

MAN (over radio): Panther, come in.

What is it, Maxwell?

You got company.

Cops.

Policía?

Get back on the plane, chico.

Take everything with you.

We'll settle up later.

Put everything back inside.

(speaks Spanish)

MAN: Let's go. Let's go.

Let's get the guns aboard. Let's move!

(men chattering)

( rock action theme playing)

(tires screeching)

(sirens wailing)

(men shouting indistinctly)

(tires screeching)

(grunting)

Oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy, Ranger.

(men grunting)

Come on, get up!

You're pretty good.

(sirens approaching)

Against the van.

Hands behind your back.

Okay, okay, okay.

Great. Two fights in one day.

What, do you want a record?

( tense theme playing)

Something bugging you... Junior?

(grunts)

Trivette. What's that all about?

Ah.

Well. I see nothing's changed, Junior.

The only way you ever could beat me

was with my hands tied behind my back.

Get him outta here.

MAN: I got him.

You know this guy?

His name's Simon Trivette.

He's my brother.

( 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 ♪

(indistinct conversation)

See you, Junior.

( dramatic theme playing)

Jet cleared U.S. airspace before the Air Force could respond.

They took all the evidence with 'em.

We'll book 'em on a weapons charge.

Wanna talk about it?

You know, I wouldn't know where to begin.

MAN: I tried to tell you, Mr. Darden,

this was a bad idea from the start.

I mean, Simon's good and smart and everything,

but it was just plain stupid to try this thing during daylight.

Time of day had nothing to do with it, Maxwell.

Someone informed the cops.

And you didn't answer my question.

Did Simon get everything back in the jet

before they took him down?

Yeah. I mean, he's good under pressure, I'll give him that.

Good.

What's so good about it?

Your Panther just gave Valdes 10 crates of m-16s.

Valdes is good for it,

and Simon knows my first rule: never get caught holding.

Yeah, well... all I know is if it wasn't for me,

the whole thing would have gone south.

Yeah, what do you want,

a pat on the back for doing your job?

What are we looking at, Sid?

Concealed weapons, resisting arrest,

Should be no problem, Vic.

Bail could be pricey, though.

Hey. Pay whatever it takes.

I got too much riding on this

to have Simon wasting his time in the cooler.

You, you wanna make yourself useful?

You go find that snitch who tipped off the cops.

We gotta start making some graphic examples.

WALKER: Now I know why you never mentioned your brother.

Maybe it's time you did talk about it.

When my dad died,

my mom became the strength of the family.

Simon was named after my dad's father,

I was named after my dad.

WALKER: That's why he called you Junior.

TRIVETTE: Yeah, that's what everybody called me back then.

When I went away to college,

Simon was the pride of our family.

My mom's hope. He was my hero.

He got accepted into the FBI Academy,

mainly because of Mama.

Rose Trivette.

She never stopped trying to keep us

on the straight and narrow.

Grew up in a tough neighborhood, man.

I thought I was really tough back then.

Mom and my brother showed me what tough was about.

Junior.

Just one thing you never wanted to do was make Mama mad.

Oh, no, you do not. You come here, boy.

Boy, was she mad.

'Cause three of those guys are already dead,

and four of 'em are in prison.

When Simon graduated from the FBI Academy,

my mom was so proud of him.

She said, "My oldest boy is gonna be

on the side of law and justice."

What went wrong?

His first year at the Bureau

he was their number one agent.

He brought in the worst there were, Walker.

(grunting)

Ahh!

Ahh!

(grunting)

He almost lost his leg.

You see that limp?

They managed to save it,

but he's gonna have it for the rest of his life.

They put him behind a desk, and he got angry.

He was bitter.

Anyway, not long after that,

they caught him passing information to Victor Darden,

Mr. Crime Boss himself.

And he went to prison.

Gave him five years. He did 18 months.

And when he got out, he went to work for Darden.

And your mom?

She died.

Not too long after that.

They told me that she died because of a stroke.

But that's not true, 'cause I was there.

She died because Simon broke her heart.

My big brother.

When I buried Mama was the day

that I cut Simon out of my life forever.

At least that's what I thought.

Maybe you should pull out of this one.

No.

Gotta do it.

Okay.

Well, your brother's waiting in the interrogation room.

Let's go talk to him.

Yeah.

They have nothing on you.

You have nothing to worry about, my friend.

The arresting officers, no doubt.

I'm Sidney Wallace. I represent Mr. Trivette.

I'm Ranger Walker, this is Ranger Trivette.

Ranger Trivette? That's some coincidence.

No coincidence, Sid. He's my kid brother.

WALLACE: Interesting.

You know how it is. You can pick your friends,

but you can't pick your family.

Speaking of your friends,

what about Victor Darden and Chico Valdes?

Uh, Mr. Darden is a business acquaintance of mine,

but, um, Chico Valdes?

Hm, sorry, I can't help you there.

Sure you can.

You and Valdes were about to trade guns and drugs

at North Texas Airfield when we showed up.

Really?

I've instructed my client

not to discuss the events at the airport.

He contends he was startled

by the sudden arrival of a gray pickup truck,

felt threatened and tried to avoid

what he considered a life-threatening situation.

And he didn't notice the flashing lights on my truck,

or the two DPS units behind me?

They evidently veered off after a jet which was taking off.

A jet carrying guns and drugs.

My client has no knowledge of the jet,

its occupants, or their cargo,

and I challenge you to prove otherwise.

(telephone ringing)

Walker. Okay.

Bail's been posted. A million dollars.

Darden must be some great acquaintance.

You could say that, Junior.

Let's go, Simon.

Hold it, Simon.

I know that Darden is trying to control

all the drug trafficking in and out of Dallas.

Tell him for us it's not gonna happen.

Best not be next to him when it goes down.

I'll try to remember that, Junior.

There's gonna be a showdown between him and me.

I can feel it.

( slow, tense theme playing)

Ah.

So how was it?

Jail is jail.

Thanks for getting me out so soon. Okay.

Sid tell you about my brother?

Yes. Texas Ranger. Ugh.

Talk about irony.

I could have done without it.

(men chatting indistinctly)

Hey.

When did you get out?

It took all day. I thought part of the deal

was you guys were gonna pick up the bail.

That's if it happens on our time.

Blow it again and you're out. Come on.

Is it gonna be a problem?

Is what gonna be a problem?

Does your brother being a Ranger change things?

Hey, if it does,

I can always send you back to do the Philly operation.

Ah, Junior hates my guts,

but the feeling's mutual.

Hell, Vic, I could always beat him at everything else.

It'll be twice as sweet when I beat him in his own backyard.

You are one of a kind, Simon. Here's to you.

Thanks. Here's to five years.

The culmination of five years of hard work.

It's been a long time coming,

but now every major drug cartel on the planet is on board,

and most of the big wholesalers in the States.

It's a one-stop shopping supermarket

right here in the big D.

Here's to Victor Darden,

bringing drug trafficking into the 21st century.

And the 22nd century...

if I can live that long.

Eh, when are we, um...

When are we gonna get 'em all together?

You know, to hammer out the details?

How's next Sunday sound?

Sounds terrific.

Half the major growers, suppliers,

and dealers will be right here.

Mm.

(knock on door)

Yeah?

MAXWELL: It's me.

Come in.

You find the snitch?

No. But I found out something very interesting.

And what's that?

Well, Simon's brother here is a Texas Ranger.

I know.

Oh. And you're okay with this?

See, I kind of saw it as a problem.

Yeah? The only problem I'm having

is the snitch you can't find.

SIMON: It's probably one of your locals.

Rangers' info is too precise

to be some, uh, secondhand street jive.

Victor, let me flush him out.

I don't think he's one of mine.

But if he is, I'll handle it.

No, Maxwell. You hired him.

We'll let the Panther do the firing.

( dramatic theme playing)

WALKER: Thinking about Trivette?

Yeah. He's taking this so hard.

(low music playing, people chattering)

(sighs)

Are you sure we shouldn't call him?

No. I think he needs to be alone right now.

Yeah. I mean, the fact that they grew up

and they were so close, and he idolized him.

Well, this stuff's been with us since the dawn of time.

Remember Cain and Abel?

That's the first recorded murder.

C.D., I hope they don't go down that road.

Well, I do too, honey, but they're at the on-ramp.

Maybe. but I just have a feeling there's something else.

Like what?

I don't know, C.D. Just a feeling.

TRIVETTE: Hey, Mom. Saw Simon today.

I guess you know that already.

You are guilty as charged.

ROSE: Son! Oh!

TRIVETTE: I used to think the worst day of my life

was when they were leading Simon

out of that courtroom, and you were crying.

BAILIFF: Let's go.

Simon. Oh, my...

TRIVETTE: It was worse than when you died.

ROSE (echoes): No. No. No...

Nope. Today.

(sighs)

Seeing Simon again.

You see his eyes?

Huh?

Not a spark of the decency that used to burn there.

Everything you worked so hard to give us.

Values, love, charitable heart. All gone.

I'm sorry, Mom.

Really sorry.

( upbeat theme playing)

(people chattering)

MAN: More champagne.

(jazz piano music playing)

Ladies and gentlemen. SIMON: Yes.

To the new world order.

To the 21st century.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

About three jokes.

SIMON: It's cool. It's cool.

You again?

I want to talk to you.

I don't talk to cops, Junior. Their IQ is too low.

(people laughing)

No badge. Just you and me.

We have nothing to talk about.

What, are you afraid of your little brother?

You want me to take care of this?

No.

Okay, Junior. Have it your way.

You're gonna let him do this?

Actually I find it quite amusing.

Go ahead.

Get lost. Now!

What's on your mind, Junior?

First of all, I didn't come for you, I came for Mama.

She's dead. I thought you knew.

"Panther," huh?

Should call you hyena. They travel in packs.

Champagne's getting hot, ladies are getting cold.

You got a point to make, make it.

Get out of town, Simon. Tonight.

That's it?

Yeah, that's it. You've been warned.

Huh? I been warned? Is that what you said?

That's what I said.

What if I don't want to?

When Darden goes down, I'm taking you out.

All the way out.

Oh, you're not up for that, Junior.

You never were, never will be.

Too much of Mama's holy water running in your veins.

(Trivette grunting)

Okay.

He's got the point.

This is your last break, Junior.

Get in my face again,

and Mama's gonna have company.

WALKER: I'll check it out, Connors.

Maybe you should pull out. Things are starting to heat up.

CONNORS (over phone): Not yet.

I need to find out when and where

this meeting's gonna be.

Okay. Watch yourself.

Yeah, will do.

WALKER: What happened?

Would you believe I ran into a wall?

No.

Didn't think so.

You had a run-in with your brother, huh?

I really hate your jerky intuition.

Connors called.

Darden is setting up a secret meeting

of all the movers and shakers in the drug trade.

When?

He doesn't know.

Maybe we oughta turn up the heat on Darden's organization.

Why not?

(indistinct conversation)

(helicopter approaching)

(shouting, gunfire)

(grunting)

( uplifting theme playing)

Damn it!

Looks like your brother didn't learn his lesson.

DARDEN: Burma pulled out...

Seattle is renegotiating with its Peruvian connection,

and others are canceling.

Now, I told them Dallas was under control.

So, what's going on here? Hm?

Simon's brother is taking this kind of personal.

So, what you thought was no problem

has turned into a vendetta.

( slow, dramatic theme playing)

Maxwell's right, Simon.

What do you have in mind?

I think you know.

You want me to take my brother out.

We got a lot riding on this.

Let me do it, Vic.

Maxwell, you couldn't find your butt

if the directions were printed on both hands.

You know how my brother and I feel about each other.

I'll take care of it. Is tomorrow soon enough?

Yes.

Maxwell will back you up.

(indistinct conversation)

( suspenseful theme playing)

MAN: All right.

(grunts)

(people screaming) MAN 2: Hey, get down!

(mouths words)

WOMAN (over TV): This is the scene where earlier today

tragedy struck in the form of a sniper's bullet,

and decorated Texas Ranger James Trivette

was cut down on the courthouse steps.

He was pronounced dead upon arrival

at Travis Hospital.

(clicks off)

Oh, you should've been there, Mr. D. It was beautiful.

Blood everywhere.

Shut up, Maxwell.

I didn't think it'd be this bad.

Cut yourself some slack, Simon.

Come on, he's your brother.

SIMON: Yeah.

It's all right, Vic.

Personal feelings can't interfere

with what you're trying to do here.

Yeah, I know.

But still...

It's too bad it had to go down like this.

Thanks.

I appreciate that, but it's...

It's over. Let's move on.

Sure.

Just wanted to let you know.

MAN (faintly): Uh! Ah!

(men grunting)

DARDEN: Hey, hey!

Drop it!

Now.

Ranger Walker.

I am so sorry about the tragic death of your partner.

Sure you are.

I know you're the one

that arranged the hit.

And I know you're the one that pulled the trigger.

I assume you have proof?

If I had proof, you'd be dead right now.

But I wanna take you down...

and I'm gonna take you down hard.

You want me, Walker?

Hey, you got me.

Just name the time and place.

(grunts)

If you got the guts.

He challenged me, Victor.

And I have to take him out.

Do it.

(telephone ringing)

Walker.

Simon. What do you want?

So do you wanna settle this, just you and me?

I told you: name the time and place.

The warehouse on 32nd street.

You just busted a meth outfit there.

When? One hour.

I'll be there.

Don't worry, Vic.

By the time they find his body,

we'll have your network up and running.

You want backup?

No. I have to do this myself.

It's your call.

Good luck, my friend.

Back him up anyway.

Yeah.

Looking for me?

( suspenseful theme playing)

Are you alone?

Yeah.

Let's go. Come on.

( uplifting theme playing)

I think you two know each other.

Definitely.

Nice shot.

It had to look real.

Just like in the movies.

That's what Walker told me when he set this up,

but I'm not sure I believe it.

Too much doesn't make sense.

You been undercover all this time?

A deep mole?

Deep as they go.

Inserted five years ago under Darden's organization.

To bring it down.

This operation... my idea!

I didn't join the FBI to ride a desk.

Five years I've been undercover.

And until this day, only two people knew what I was up to.

Why would you break cover?

When I realized there was no way

I could get out of killing you.

( tense theme playing)

WALKER: When is it going down, Simon?

SIMON: Tomorrow.

TRIVETTE: Tomorrow?

SIMON: Yeah.

It was shaky for awhile.

You guys turned up the heat,

I thought Darden would pull in his horns.

This operation means much too much for him.

What are we looking at?

All of Darden's stateside dealers,

south of the border cartel leaders,

Golden Triangle warlords.

They're all meeting to finalize

an international narcotics marketing system

that will make GM look like some mom-and-pop store.

And I'm gonna be right there

to help bring the whole stinking thing

down around their heads.

Ugh.

(coughs)

(panting)

I'm, um...

I'm sorry about the beating in the alley, Junior.

Don't call me that.

It's Jimmy.

I buried Junior when I buried Mama.

Okay, Jimmy.

If everything you just said was true,

how could you let Mama die believing this lie?

Remember when I said

there was only two people who knew I was undercover?

Yeah.

One is the Baltimore bureau chief...

and the other was Mom!

(sobbing)

She never told me that.

Because I asked her not to!

I'm sorry, man!

I'm sorry, Jimmy.

I wanted to tell you, man.

But I couldn't.

I wanted to tell you, man.

I wanted to tell you.

But I couldn't. There... There was too much at stake.

The risks were too high.

I couldn't take a chance.

Hm? Ugh!

You know him?

Yeah. Maxwell.

I'll put him on ice.

What do we tell Darden?

I'll think of something.

I'll see you later.

Be careful.

(door opens)

How'd it go?

Walker's dead.

So is Maxwell.

Maxwell?

What the hell was he doing there?

I thought you might want someone to watch your back.

Well, you almost got me killed.

Got you killed?

I got the drop on Walker,

then Maxwell gets the drop on me.

What are you talking about?

Maxwell was the snitch!

Maxwell.

You sent him to watch my back,

and he tries to put a bullet in it.

I was lucky to get out of there alive.

Simon...

I'm sorry.

Okay?

Let's get a drink.

Well, hey.

Let's look on the bright side.

You got rid of Walker and the snitch.

Nobody can stop us now.

To tomorrow.

To tomorrow.

( dramatic theme playing)

Okay, Vic, it's showtime.

Yeah. This is a big day.

Hey, Decker from Jersey.

(people chattering)

Hey, there's our old pal Chico Valdes.

Hey, Chico! Cómo está, amigo?

(speaks Spanish)

Gonna make history today, huh?

(chuckles)

That's for sure, kid.

Hey, guys.

SIMON: Garcia? I thought he was iffy.

Not anymore.

DARDEN: Hey, Quidone made it in from New York.

Is this the who's who of players or what?

Feds would love to know about this little get-together.

(chuckles): That's for sure, Vic.

Yeah.

Hey, Leon Ortiz.

Oh. Costa Rica's favorite godfather.

Only godfather. Yeah.

He took out Amore.

WALKER: Looks like they're all here.

Just like Simon wanted.

All the rotten eggs in one place.

Let's move in.

Everybody remember, Simon Trivette's one of ours.

(indistinct conversation)

It's good to see you.

Come on. We got a special day today.

All right.

Cops! Cops! MAN: What?

(gunfire, men shouting)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(tires screeching)

Yahh!

(men grunting)

Simon!

Simon!

(cocks gun)

Darden!

The Trivette brothers.

You gave up a good thing, Simon.

(grunting)

You okay?

Yeah. How about yourself?

Never better.

Oh. I wish Mama was here today.

She is. You can bet on it.

Yeah, you're right.

She's proud of Simon.

She's proud of both of us.

(country music playing faintly)

(indistinct conversation)

To Simon Trivette,

the new head of FBI Covert Operations.

Hear, hear.

They couldn't have picked a finer man.

It's good to see my brother

couldn't have picked a better choice of friends.

You all seem like... Family?

Yeah. Family.

That's what we are, son.

Now you're one of 'em.

Thank you. Well, I gotta, uh... Got it.

(laughing)

Chauffeur's ready. I'll see you guys.

Pleasure. Bye-bye.

Speaking of family...

when are we gonna start one?

Um... I-I-I'd better go polish the silverware.

We're not even married yet.

Well, we could remedy that pretty darn quick.

Well, actually...

C.D. and I were thinking about the spring.

Excuse me. It's May 1st.

Or was it the fall, C.D.?

Listen, don't get me involved in this.

This is your boat. You got to bail it.

How you gonna bail yourself out of this one?

You got a bucket, C.D.?

(chuckles)

(whistles)

( upbeat 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 ♪