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( light rock action theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

(jazz music playing)

Well, there's one thing about him.

When he shows up, he's really gonna rib me.

You know Brad has had a grudge against me

ever since my bullfrog chili

beat that secret formula his father had.

You were beat by a 12-year-old girl, C.D.

Right. Nine out of nine judges, pal.

It was unanimous.

That girl was a ringer.

WOMAN: Come on, Brad, the driver's waiting.

We're gonna be late.

Well, they can't start the charity kickoff dinner

without the charity kickoff chairman, now, can they?

( ominous theme playing)

C.D.: That girl was entirely too young

to be able to cook like that.

You're intelligent people.

Don't you know that some internationally famous chef

has sponsored her?

And if Brad says one word to me... One word...

You are such a sore loser.

I'll show you sore.

Linda, did C.D. Parker R.S.V.P.?

I can't wait to rib him

about that 12-year-old kid from Houston

winning the chili cook-off.

MAN: Smile for the camera. Ha, ha, ha!

(crazed laughter)

I'm just saying hold back on the armadillo lard.

And now you're telling me how to cook?

TRIVETTE: No, I just don't think people like their chili

congealing in their bowls.

This from a man

that drinks green pond scum.

That's seaweed and saw grass.

Pond scum.

Don't you embarrass me out here.

You started it. (cell phone ringing)

Yeah, Trivette.

I wonder where Brad and Linda are.

What?

Yeah, we'll be right there.

What is it?

Brad and Linda Stanford were murdered.

Their daughter too.

Evidently several others.

Let's go.

( ominous theme playing)

I count eight in all.

Brad and Linda, their daughter,

maid, cook, chauffeur, butler,

one foreign exchange student.

I've never seen anything like it.

Who would do something like this?

Whoever would do that.

( crazed laughter)

( 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 ♪

REPORTER: Ranger Walker, do you have a suspect?

How many were there?

Do you have any leads?

Any evidence of sexual assault?

I have nothing to say at this time.

I don't have time to deal with the press.

Well, you're gonna have to find someone to deal with them.

Right. All this speculation

is just gonna add to the panic.

I'll take care of it, Cordell. I know what to say.

Okay, C.D., I appreciate it.

( ominous theme playing)

Very splashy, Zink.

Is Mr. O happy?

Ecstatic. Let's have the tape.

Sure thing, Hatch.

It's all there in living color.

Oh, oh, you are gonna love the look on that dude's face

when he saw us waste his wife.

Man, it doesn't get any better than that.

Here's your 50 grand.

Tomorrow night, you go again.

Good.

(laughing)

There's something more to this than meets the eye.

Like what?

I wish I knew. Anything on the prints?

No. Prints everywhere,

but it's gonna take a day to match them

against everyone who belonged in the house.

Same thing with the blood samples.

There's a lot of blood.

Almost like they were trying to make a statement.

( menacing theme playing)

Mr. Rawlings.

Do I know you? Yep.

I'm your new partner.

You're my what?

Did you hear about the Stanford family?

Of course, but what does that have to do with me?

Same thing's gonna happen to your family,

unless you wire $50 million

to my offshore account by Monday.

The number for that account you'll find in your locker.

You're out of your mind.

All the worse for you if true.

I'm talking about each and every member of your family

shuffling off this mortal coil

in a most unpleasant fashion.

I'm calling the police.

Sit down.

Show him.

( woman screaming)

Ah.

That's his daughter.

Same age as your Jill, right?

Up one flight, second door on the left.

Oh, my God.

Fifty million by Monday.

You can't get away with this.

You wanna bet your family's life?

You don't think I'm serious? I can prove I'm serious.

Tomorrow night, another family will die.

The press reports will say

they found a message written in their blood.

"Time is running out."

That's the message.

That's how you'll know it's my work.

Fifty million by Monday.

( suspenseful theme playing)

TRIVETTE: That was the ME.

No sexual assault on Linda, the daughter or the maid.

This doesn't make any sense if it was a thrill killing.

You're right. It doesn't make sense.

Plus, Brad Stanford

had a state-of-the-art security system.

So how did they get in?

They knew what they were doing.

You think it was planned?

Yeah, I do.

This isn't the m.o. of thrill-seeking wackos, either.

Then why did they do it?

That's what we gotta find out.

Hey. I'm gonna return the tapes I rented.

Tracy, nobody wears an outfit like that

to return videotapes.

Dad, it's okay.

Hello! (screams)

(screaming)

No.

Let's save her.

(chatter over radio)

Okay, it's preliminary,

but the ME puts the time of death

between 9 and 10 last night.

They killed everybody.

The chauffeur, the cook and her son.

The Barnetts' daughter, Tracy, is missing,

but I got everybody looking to see

if she spent the night someplace else.

Did you notice that this place

has a state-of-the-art security system

just like the Stanford house?

Yes, I did.

It was also well-planned and executed.

Did you see what they wrote on the wall in the den?

"Time is running out."

That could be a message.

Okay, to whom?

When we find that out, we'll know what this is all about.

C.D.: Cordell Walker thinks that there are

between five and eight suspects.

Have you located the Barnetts' daughter yet?

No, Louis. At this point we're just having to assume

that the killers abducted her.

Is there any truth that there was another message

scrawled in blood on the walls?

Yes. Quote,

"Time is running out," end of quote.

You were Walker's partner years ago

when he joined the Rangers,

isn't that true, Mr. Parker?

Yes, sir.

Cordell Walker is one of the finest men

to ever wear a Ranger's badge.

C.D.: And when he goes after his man, he gets him.

And we're going to get these psychopaths,

and they're going to die.

LOUIS: Anything else to add?

Just to the psychos.

Your days are numbered.

Cordell Walker will get you.

Walker, Walker, Walker.

I'm gonna have to send him a personal message.

What do you have in mind, Mr. O?

Let me think on it.

Now get out of here, Hatch.

I gotta interview me an intern.

MR. O: Hello, Tracy.

( ominous theme playing)

(whistling)

What the hell's going on here?

We have a message for Walker.

(all laughing)

What are you gonna tell him, that the circus is in town?

You'll never know.

Turn this old bird inside out.

( suspenseful theme playing)

I know you.

Not anymore.

I love the sound of a cop dying.

Say your prayers, old man.

God bless Texas.

Hey, C.D. Oh, my God, what's going on?

No!

(gunshot)

(all laughing)

Let's get out of here.

(yells)

"Oh, my God, what's going on?"

(all laughing)

( menacing theme playing)

Hey, be...

It's Ben Peters.

(dialing phone)

( dramatic theme playing)

This is Ranger Trivette. Give me an ambulance

down at C.D.'s Bar and Grill in the stockyards.

Seal it off.

Move, guys! Seal it off.

Hang in there, C.D.

(chatter)

I'm gonna go with him.

( menacing theme playing)

WALKER: "Snake."

Walker!

Walker, I just heard. Is C.D...?

Please, tell me he's okay.

He's on his way to the hospital.

Trivette went with him.

What happened?

The guys we're after, they did it.

Why would they go after C.D.?

To leave me a message.

What message?

( heartbeat)

ALEX: My God.

What are you gonna do?

We can't let 'em get away with this.

You can't back off.

How is he?

He's still in surgery.

They're trying to stop the hemorrhaging to his brain.

They said that, um, the stab wound to his stomach

might have penetrated his liver.

I'm saying it doesn't look good.

No.

Searched the NCIC files for the alias Snake,

and came up with 15 hits.

I know one of these guys.

Joe Lipton.

I'll run it.

(phone ringing)

Walker.

Hi. It's me.

C.D. is in recovery.

The doctors have done everything that they can.

Fortunately, the knife did not penetrate his liver,

but his head wounds are catastrophic.

The next 24 hours should tell.

I'll get there soon as I can.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

(computer beeping)

TRIVETTE: Here he is, Walker.

Joe Lipton, a.k.a. the Snake.

Part of a merc outfit you and C.D. busted seven years ago

for running live fire training exercises in Moss State Park.

C.D. must have remembered him.

What else you got on him?

TRIVETTE: Looks like he's been involved in a few offshore military gigs

as recently as last July,

when the state department revoked his passport.

So he's still a merc.

Just a grunt, from the looks of his rap sheet.

Gets his mail at Squad Tactics.

So the question is:

why is a merc for hire running with homicidal freaks?

Well, let's see if we can find him...

and ask him.

(rock music playing)

(chatter)

(music stops)

Anybody know this man?

His name's Joe Lipton.

Also goes by the name Snake.

You know, if we did,

we wouldn't feed him to you pigs.

That's just great.

Walker, not only is this guy butt-ugly,

but he appears to be terminally stupid.

Everyone out.

(chatter)

Not you.

Sit down.

You know Joe Lipton?

Never heard of him.

If you never told the truth in your life,

you better do it now.

All right.

I know him. He's a crazy dude.

When's the last time you saw him?

Last week. He went off on a job.

What kind of job?

I didn't ask.

Who hired him?

Cole Hatch, broker of mercs.

Sets up teams for a price.

He comes in every now and then.

Did he hire anyone else?

Yeah. A video guy named Bill Ellis.

Where can we find Ellis?

Oak Cliff.

Dude's 30 years old.

Lives with his mommy. Heh, heh, heh.

Go figure, huh?

TRIVETTE: We know Ellis is in there.

Why don't we just take him down?

Let's wait and see if he goes anywhere.

Why would somebody put together a group of mercs

just to run amuck?

It's like the Manson Family.

I've been racking my brain about that one.

Could be extortion. Extortion?

How's this for a scenario?

Let's say Ellis videotapes these attacks,

and whoever's in charge shows these tapes

to the very wealthy people in Dallas,

threatening them with the same thing if they don't pay up.

You think that's what's happening?

I don't know. Just a thought.

Keep it moving from account to account.

We got one more, then we're gonna retire the team.

Hatch, the 50 million from the guy in the sauna

just came through.

There's like a whole lot of money

flying through a whole bunch of accounts.

We're closing in on 300 million.

I'll be damned.

Hey, that's great, Mr. O.

Tell me. Did that old C.D. snuff it yet?

No. He's in critical condition at the hospital.

He is one tough old bird.

A hearty perennial.

Well, I think Walker got my message.

You check out those three families yet?

Yeah. The Meadows family is the best bet.

Hidden from the street, three kids,

routine security,

but I just haven't seen it up close yet.

Well, get on it. It goes down tonight.

We'll check it out.

( ominous theme playing)

Hey.

(horn honks)

TRIVETTE: That's Ellis.

His record didn't say anything about

working for the gas company.

Can you tell who's driving?

That's Cole Hatch.

(engine starts)

(buzzing)

WOMAN (over speaker): Yes?

Gas company, ma'am.

WOMAN: Come in.

Thank you, ma'am.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Yeah.

( ominous theme playing)

(engine starting)

(beeping)

(beeps)

Okay.

Let's get out of here.

(chatter)

Texas Rangers! Drop your guns!

You heard him!

He said drop 'em!

( ominous theme playing)

Don't shoot.

I want him to talk.

Drop it.

Go ahead.

Shoot me.

(kissing)

(yelling)

(glass shattering)

Looks like he won't be doing much talking.

No, but he will. Hold it!

Don't shoot!

I was only along to chronicle the event.

Get over here.

What happened to Tracy Barnett?

The teenage girl you took from the crime scene.

Zink said she was a gift to Mr. O.

Who's Mr. O? I don't know his real name.

That's what Zink called him.

He broke Zink out of some mental institution in Indiana

just for this gig.

Do you know how many people have been killed so far?

I think Hatch said 13.

That's exactly right.

How could you do something like this?

For the money, man!

Well, you're never gonna get a chance to spend it.

We're charging you with 13 counts of first-degree murder.

Hey, I only recorded it. I didn't kill anyone!

You're an accessory.

Did you record the beating of C.D. Parker?

Who? Man they attacked in the bar.

That old buzzard? Sure. Why?

Just curious.

MR. O: With Zink dead, it's over.

I'm out clean.

And $500 million richer.

That was some sweet scheme.

You didn't do too bad yourself.

Last installment.

Two hundred and fifty large.

(sighs)

It's been a pleasure.

Anytime.

Anything you want.

You know where to find me.

( ominous theme playing)

That's a positive on the body?

You have an ME on-site?

Let me talk to him.

Two months ago, Zink escaped from the Holland Institute

for the Criminally Insane

in Hudson, Indiana.

What was he in there for?

He killed his entire family

because his dad wouldn't loan him the car.

How's that for a real sicko?

Well, the Holland records indicate

that there was a man claiming to be Zink's uncle

who visited him three times prior to his escape.

This is the picture the security camera took.

His name is Thomas Openshaw.

What do you have on Openshaw?

He was a political science professor

at the university right here in Dallas,

and he was fired because he had sexual relationships

with several of his female students.

But I do have his address.

DPD found Tracy Barnett's body.

That's the teenage girl

kidnapped from the second crime scene.

Found her thrown in the bushes next to LBJ.

And the ME said that she was sexually assaulted.

That means a possibility of DNA evidence.

If it's Thomas Openshaw,

I can tie him to one of the crimes.

Who's Thomas Openshaw?

Could be Mr. O.

So we need a DNA sample.

That's gonna be really difficult.

Well, if we find evidence on the girl's body,

we'll find a way.

It's beautiful, Thomas.

Hey, why don't you watch where you're goin', man?

Hey, bud, you bumped into me!

What? Now you're gonna get smart with me?

( dramatic theme playing)

I guess from now on, you'll watch where you're goin'.

Oh.

Are you okay? Let's go.

Oh, man!

ALEX: Walker, Jimmy,

I'd like you to meet federal prosecutor Don Filmore.

Hi. I've arranged for the FBI lab here in Dallas

to front-burner that DNA test.

How long will it take?

Start to finish? Just under two hours.

Jimmy, I don't need to remind you what could happen

if you don't protect that evidence

and document the chain of custody.

I won't let it out of my sight.

And you will call?

As soon as I find anything.

Yeah, it's me.

We're switching everything into the Norwegian accounts.

I'm gonna grab the, uh... The 210 to New York,

so I'll see you tonight.

Good.

Done deal, Ms. Cahill.

The federal court in Austin is all yours.

Judge Millhouse has rescheduled her afternoon docket

to accommodate you. Thank you.

All you have to do is produce a shred of evidence,

and D.O.J. will jump on this with both feet.

I almost hate to turn it over to them.

There is no federal death penalty.

Let us nail Openshaw on this kidnapping-murder,

which we can do when you get your DNA match,

and then you can take your time tying him to the massacres,

and we'll send him back to Texas on 13 counts of murder.

Don't worry, Ms. Cahill.

You'll get your justice.

Okay.

( dramatic theme playing)

(beeping)

( phone ringing)

Walker.

Thanks, Trivette.

We have a match? Yeah.

Here's your warrant.

( ominous theme playing)

(knocking on door)

Thomas Openshaw?

Yeah.

What... What's this about?

You're under arrest for the kidnapping, rape,

and murder of Tracy Barnett.

I don't know nothi" about that.

I think you do.

(handcuffs lock) Ow! Hey, ouch.

Does that have to be so tight?

Not really.

By the way, I've got a warrant to search your place.

Get him out of here. Hey,

you can't do this!

Oh, yes, I can.

Hello, Tracy. ( Tracy sobbing)

( dramatic theme playing)

I don't have a nephew.

Well, that's not what you said

when you went to visit Zink at the mental institute.

The security camera at the front desk

recorded your visit.

This is you, isn't it?

Okay. I was there.

I was doing a report on the relationship

between unearned wealth and the instability of the first born.

As you may know, Zink was a first-born child,

and, unfortunately,

he slaughtered his entire family.

I told a small fib to gain access.

Do you know this man?

No.

WALKER: Sure, you do.

His name is Cole Hatch.

You can't prove any of this.

We'll see.

And until we do, the U.S. government

is gonna keep you very busy.

Meaning?

Kidnapping is a federal offense.

You got it? One DNA sample...

signed, sealed and delivered.

What DNA sample?

You'll have to wait for discovery, Mr. Brockmeyer.

The governor sent a private plane to Addison airport

to pick you both up. These federal marshals are here

to escort Mr. Openshaw to Austin for his hearing.

(whispering): You know who to call.

(chatter)

Well... You have... nothing.

Even if my client's DNA was legally obtained,

and if it matches the sample of the Barnett girl,

all that proves is that he had sex with her,

not that he kidnapped raped, and killed her.

We'll let the courts decide that, Mr. Brockmeyer.

Oh, yeah. They've, uh...

They've been real successful with that lately, haven't they?

I look forward to this.

So do I.

Thank you, Jimmy.

I'll put this in the evidence pouch

with the witness statements.

And I'm gonna check in on C.D.

Good luck, you guys. Thanks.

All right, I'll get the rest of my files together,

and we'll get on our way.

You know, Brockmeyer has a point, Walker,

about the DNA test.

Maybe, but what he doesn't know

is that I have a tape.

Tape? What tape?

I haven't had time to tell you,

but I got a tape of the rape and murder of Tracy Barnett

by Openshaw.

Walker, we've got him.

I can tie him to all the murders.

Yep.

Let's go make our plane.

What's our flying time?

Forty-five minutes. There's a chopper waiting

on the other end to take you to the courthouse.

Good. Judge Millhouse is a real stickler for details.

If we're not in a courtroom by 3:00,

Openshaw could post bail.

We'll be there.

( ominous theme playing)

Tell Openshaw his troubles are over.

BROCKMEYER: It's not over until I say it is, Mr. Hatch.

You don't know T.J. Brody.

( melancholy theme playing)

What are you thinking about?

C.D.

Me too.

I don't know what I'm gonna do if he dies.

Neither do I.

It shows you how fragile life can be.

I know.

( ominous theme playing)

(groans)

(beeping)

Hey! Hey, we need a doctor!

Come on!

He's in v-fib. No pulses.

Set the monitor to 200, please.

Charging. Paddles, please.

Gel.

Two hundred joules.

Clear! (grunts)

DOCTOR: Check for pulses.

No pulses.

Set the monitor to 300.

Gel.

NURSE: Charging. Three hundred joules.

Clear. Clear.

(grunts)

NURSE: No pulse.

He's still in v-fib. No pulses.

Set the monitor to 360.

NURSE: Charging. DOCTOR: Gel.

Clear!

Any pulses?

NURSE: No pulse. No pulses.

NURSE (echoing): Flatline.

( dramatic theme playing)

You know... it's got me to thinking, Alex.

Thinking about what?

About us.

I know every time you bring it up,

I joke about it, but...

But what?

Well... when this is all over...

I'd like for us to sit down and...

seriously talk about our life together.

You mean about our marriage?

Yeah.

I love you so much.

And I... (gunshots)

(glass shattering)

( dramatic theme playing)

ALEX: Walker, what is it?

Stay down! What's happening?

(beeping)

Mayday!

Mayday!

Watch out!

ALEX: He's coming right at us!

Oh, my God, Walker! There's no place to land!

I'm gonna try to make Lake Ebbe.

Put on a life vest.

Buckle up.

Brace yourself, Alex!

We're going in! (screams)

( dramatic theme playing)

(water bubbling)

( 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 ♪