Original subtitles

(rock action theme playing) (Resync by Chuck)

( ominous theme playing)

Hoo!

(indistinct chattering)

DIVER: Nobody's down there, Ranger.

Bottom's clear.

(sniffs)

Well, where the hell could he be?

We could dredge the lake,

but that'll have to wait.

Keep divin'.

Sir! What?

We found this on the dock.

Thanks.

( ominous theme continues)

(woman talking indistinctly over police radio)

(grunts)

Wake him up.

Hey, Ranger, join the living,

at least for a little bit.

(grunting)

DEALER: Point five. Shooter needs a five.

Come on, baby. Come on!

Come on, let's do it!

Come on! Come on, baby!

Seven out. No five.

You guys got an invitation?

Yeah, written by hand.

All right, baby. Bring me some luck here.

Bring me some luck.

(crowd groaning)

Craps, Benny.

You lose.

Easy, boys. This ain't nobody's business.

Everybody just stay where you are.

How you play this here game?

Just pick up a pair and put them in the air, sir.

That sounds easy enough.

Come, babe.

Where's my partner? I don't know.

You set us up, you piece of garbage.

I didn't know they were gonna grab your partner.

I swear. I swear on my sainted mother's grave.

You tell me who,

or people are gonna be swearing on your grave.

Where's my partner?

(shouts): Where is he?

8700 South Blondstat Road,

in the back, okay?

I mean, I...

I think that's where they took him.

( mysterious theme playing)

This isn't getting us anywhere.

All right.

Get him out of here.

Dump the body out in the brush, someplace the coyotes

will have no trouble finding.

Be careful with him. He's dangerous as a rattler.

Yeah, he looks real dangerous.

Hey!

Don't jerk around.

Just do what I say.

Nypo says I should be afraid of you.

Well, look how afraid I am.

You should be.

(grunts)

TRIVETTE: Win anything?

Dice were loaded as a sailor on a Saturday night.

I'll take the back.

All right.

(screams)

(glass breaking)

It's gonna blow!

( dramatic theme playing)

Cordell, are you all right?

(exhales)

This Nypo's a real piece of work, boy.

Ex-con, long history of drug busts,

assaults with intent to do bodily harm.

He beat a woman to death back in '84.

Spent eight years in stir.

Third-degree black belt,

kickboxing champion at Folsom.

Yeah, you're right,

he's a real piece of work.

But if you know Nypo's the guy at the drug lab,

let's go on over there and get him.

All I heard was a voice,

and I can't arrest him on that.

I know that.

C.D., let me borrow your car.

What?

Let me borrow your car.

Well, now, you be careful with old Goldie.

Where you goin'?

I'm gonna see Tony's mother.

C.D.: Be careful with that car!

I don't loan that car to just anybody.

(birds chirping)

( slow, sad theme playing)

I told you not to underestimate Walker.

I didn't.

I overestimated those mouth breathers

you got working for you.

Next time, I'll handle Walker by myself.

Messing with Rangers was a stupid idea.

You're out of your league with this guy.

(glass breaking)

Maybe you're the one's out of his league, huh?

Hey, Curt. Back off.

Or what, you gonna hurt me?

I sprang you from prison, pal.

You owe me. We have a deal.

Guess what?

It's time to renegotiate.

( pensive theme playing)

I need to speak to Curt.

Yeah, in a minute.

Hey, Curt. Your kid is here.

I ain't his kid.

Tell him to get in here.

Where the hell you been?

Since when do you care?

Since you disappeared with half a kilo.

You didn't deliver it like you were supposed to.

Ed called me last night.

You think I wasn't gonna find out?

What, you going into business for yourself?

No!

I'll bet you are.

How much you get for it?

I threw it away, Curt.

You threw it away.

You threw it away?

I'm not gonna do this anymore.

I'm not gonna deliver drugs for you anymore.

I don't care what you do to me.

You'll do whatever I say, Tony.

( ominous theme playing)

'Cause you don't wanna know

what's gonna happen if you don't.

(choking): I don't care what you do to me.

You better start.

If you don't shape up right here and now,

the next time you see your mother,

she's gonna have a broken arm.

And it'll be your fault.

(gasps)

(grunts)

(choking)

That was cute.

Ranger Walker's really doing good things with you, isn't he?

You want kickboxing lessons, you went to the wrong place.

I was Folsom Prison kickboxing champ three years runnin'.

TONY (whispers): All right, I-I won't create any more problems.

Just don't hurt my mom, okay?

Sure, kid.

And you stay away from that Ranger.

( melancholy theme playing)

(knocking at door)

Mrs. Kingston?

Yes?

I'm Ranger Cordell Walker.

Oh.

Why? Is Tony in some kind of trouble?

May I come in?

Um, well... okay.

But just for a few minutes.

I'm due at work in half an hour.

You know, I really... I want to thank you

for everything you're doing for Tony.

He's really... He's changed a lot

since you took him in your program.

Well, Tony's a good boy.

How does he get along with your fiancé?

Do you know Curt?

Yeah, we met.

Where?

At school.

Tony seemed a little intimidated by him.

Oh, uh...

Curt can sometimes be a little forceful,

but I think it's good for Tony

to have a father figure around the house, don't you?

That depends.

How did that happen?

Excuse me?

The bruise.

(laughs)

A shoe box fell on me.

It's the darnedest thing.

Excuse me, ma'am, but it looks like someone hit you.

Does your fiancé get forceful with you too?

You know, I really have to get to work now, Mr. Walker.

You could get help, you know.

I don't need... any help.

Well, maybe Tony does.

Look... (sighs)

Here's my card.

If you ever want to talk, give me a call.

You know, C.D. could wash this car.

(laughing): Oh, yeah, right.

Look who's talkin', man.

You know, you should've never talked him

into loaning it to us.

Why?

Because he loves this car.

If something should happen...

Nothing's gonna happen to it.

Yeah, right. What happens if we get a call?

What do we tell the bad guys?

"Hey, don't shoot. It's a borrowed car."

Whatever works.

Hey, there's Tony.

( pensive theme playing)

Ain't he supposed to be in karate class?

Yeah.

(knock on door)

FINCH: I got it.

Bring the food?

Yeah.

Let's have it.

Now, you listen, kid, and listen carefully.

This is a big order. It's with some volume guys

I've been wantin' to do business with for a long time.

NYPO: I want you to put it in their laps.

They're gonna give you 50,000 bucks.

I want you to count it and get out of there.

NYPO: Finch'll be waiting down the block.

Give him the money. Then go on about your business.

You got that?

Yeah.

You blow this, there's no place on earth

you're gonna be able to hide.

( melancholy theme playing)

(starts engine)

What are you doing?

Let's follow him.

I've got a hunch.

(horn honks)

It's illegal to ride a bicycle that fast.

(horn honks)

MAN: Hey, kid, watch the road, huh?

Hey. How are you, Vicki?

Good. Hey, I wanted to ask you

about the sociology course.

VICKI: I was thinking about taking 20-21.

PETER: Is my tie crooked?

VICKI: Yeah, but it looks nice on you.

Listen, I'll call you tomorrow, okay, Peter?

Great. Okay, bye-bye, now.

Hey.

Hi.

Hey.

I was just thinking about you.

You know, uh, I'm working late tonight.

Uh, you wanna grab a bite?

Alex?

You okay?

Just a lot on my mind.

Big caseload, huh?

Yeah, something like that.

Well, I guess we can rest a little easier,

now that your friends have Stan Perkins behind bars.

At least we can rest easier around here.

Hopefully.

We're waiting for final confirmation

that he's the one we're looking for.

Oh.

Well, I'm sure you'll get it.

By the way, did you have that information

that Walker asked for?

Yeah. It's in my office.

I just assumed that, uh,

with Perkins being arrested that the point was moot, but...

I can send it over to your office

if you'd like.

That'd be great. I'd appreciate it.

I'll see you after class.

I'll be there.

( dramatic theme playing)

MAN: Hey! The kid's here.

Somebody named Chester order egg rolls?

That's me.

You got the MSG?

I'm supposed to see the money first.

CHESTER: That's no problem.

Let's eat.

CHESTER: All right.

Yeah, Peru.

Chitico Mountains, huh? Late October...

A high-grade Swedish ether.

(laughs)

Stepped once.

Load your bags, kid.

Texas Ranger! Don't move!

Come here, Tony.

Look out!

(grunts)

(screams)

(grunts)

Where's Tony?

He took off.

Guess there's no doubt he's running for Nypo, huh?

Yeah, looks that way.

Let's call for a unit to come pick these guys up.

And let's go look for the boy.

( slow, pensive theme playing)

Now would be a good time to pull over.

Get off the bike.

Are you gonna arrest me?

Yes, I am.

You gonna tell my mom?

You're in a lot of trouble, Tony.

I have no choice.

ALEX: There is nothing I would like better

than to issue a warrant for Curt Nypo's arrest,

but on what grounds?

With Tony refusing to talk,

we have nothing to tie Nypo to the drugs.

And those guys you brought in last night aren't talking.

Tony went from Nypo's straight to the auto shop.

Maybe he picked it up at the Chinese restaurant first.

Oh, come on. You know better than that.

I know that, Walker.

But without something to tie Nypo to the drugs,

I will be laughed right out of the arraignment.

I have to release Tony into his mother's custody

until the juvenile hearing.

Send in Tony Kingston.

Thank you.

You have one more chance to make him change his mind.

(indistinct chattering, typing)

You're in a lot of trouble, Tony.

There's nothing I can do to help you unless you decide

to help yourself.

Now, where did you get the drugs?

Look, all I know is that I was delivering takeout.

I didn't know that drugs were in the boxes.

Are you saying you got the drugs from the Chinese restaurant?

Tony, are you willing to implicate

innocent people just to protect Nypo?

You disappoint me, Tony.

All right, let's just say that, uh...

That... Curt were to be arrested.

Then, uh... Then...

what would happen to him?

He would be booked, arraigned and then tried.

And then he would be... Be in jail all that time?

Well, I would argue against it,

but the judge would probably set bail.

Yep.

See, I don't know a thing.

(phone rings)

Yes?

Send her in.

Tony's mother's here.

Tony?

I'm sorry, Ranger Walker, I... I...

God. What...?

What...? What happened to you, honey?

I just got into a...

I just fell on my bike... Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Are you gonna tell her, Tony?

What? Tell me what?

Your fiancé has Tony delivering cocaine on his bicycle.

Excuse me?

Nypo is dealing in cocaine,

and he has your son delivering for him.

Um, you know,

you must have Curt confused with somebody else.

He wouldn't do that to Tony.

Are you aware that Mr. Nypo has done time for dealing drugs?

Well, he would've told me that.

Did he tell you he also beat a woman to death?

What is this?

The truth, Mrs. Kingston.

Tony,

I know you feel like we're letting you down,

but we can't prosecute Nypo

unless someone testifies against him.

Can we go?

Yes.

You are free to go.

( somber theme playing)

(door closes)

You did the best you could.

Yeah...

But sometimes the best isn't good enough.

I have a good mind to sue the city.

Mom... Get a good lawyer.

Mom... What?

Ranger Walker didn't lie, all right?

Look, honey...

Mom, you know it's true. You know it.

Get your butts in here now.

Both of you!

Come on!

What did you tell the cops?

Nothing. Honest.

Leave him alone, Curt.

(yelps) Stay out of this!

I thought we already did this one.

What did you tell 'em?

Nothing! Bull!

If I did, you'd already be in jail.

I talked to Chester's lawyer.

Chester thinks you set them up.

Look, I didn't know Ranger Walker was followin' me.

All right?

Curt!

Stay out of this, damn it!

This wouldn't have happened

if you weren't friendly with Walker.

And because you are, I can't be sure

it's not gonna happen again.

Or that you're not working for him right now.

Maybe you're wearin' a wire.

Or maybe you are.

(shrieks)

(grunts)

(laughing): You're really gonna regret that, pal.

Run, Tony. Run!

(screams)

( ominous theme playing)

You had no right to treat Tony like that.

He's just a kid. No, that's it.

No more.

I want you out of our lives, now.

(grunts)

Nuh...

You stay away from Tony, or I'll kill you.

(chuckling) That's funny.

You know what happened to the last woman

who threatened to kill me?

(grunts)

(screams)

(screams)

Dadgum it! I should've known better

than to loan somethin' of sentimental

or extrinsic value to you fellas.

"Intrinsic," C.D.

That's what I said.

Besides, it's just a muffler.

Yeah, we... We had it replaced.

No. It's much more than a muffler.

This is like an arm or a leg laying up here.

You fellas have dismembered "Goldie."

This was on that car in 1964,

when I drove it off the showroom floor.

A lender or a borrower, I shall not be.

That's what Shakespeare said.

Fellas, I love you both,

but damn, you'd tear up an anvil.

If I'd loaned you fellas a bowling ball,

you'd have brought it back cracked.

Damn.

The information that you wanted from the university.

Peter sent it over this afternoon.

All right. We got three professors

who started during the time period we're lookin' at.

One woman.

Two men.

Alan Billbon teaches clinical psychology.

Who's the other one?

Peter Needham.

Did you know about this, Alex?

Not till a couple of minutes ago.

Trivette, run a background check on both these guys.

Look, Alex, we think Perkins is the guy.

All right, he was workin' at the university

when all three attacks took place.

And he's been arrested before for sex crimes.

Yeah, but it's all peeping Tom stuff.

Why would he all of the sudden change his pattern

and start attacking women?

What about the evidence?

Susan's scarf, the ski mask?

Well, maybe, like he said,

he did find them. Or someone planted it on him.

You don't seriously believe that it could be Peter.

Alex, he's a suspect.

Whether I believe it or not doesn't really matter.

TRIVETTE: Professor Billbon,

what you're saying is you have no problem

with professors dating coeds.

Is this a great job or what?

Okay, seriously...

Sure, everybody's goin' a little crazy now

because of all this sexual harassment stuff.

And the schools all have rules about it.

But, hey, everybody's doin' it.

Why not?

This is a college campus.

And all the women here are way past the age of consent.

Why did you leave RMU?

Time to move on.

Did you quit or were you thrown out?

Hey...

I did not invite you guys into my office to be insulted, okay?

You asked me your questions, I answered 'em.

You're sure you've never met the three girls that

were attacked here on campus. No.

Alan?

Yeah.

You have a class in five minutes.

Okay. Thanks, darlin'.

(sighs)

Do you guys really think

that I'm the kind of guy that has to get his jollies

by raping women?

You gotta be kiddin' me.

Look, this... This is nuts, man.

This is absolutely nuts.

All... All the girls in my office are freakin' out.

Alan, I talked to the head of security.

He tells me we actually had fewer incidents

than most schools our size.

That's pretty good, if you ask me.

Then why do we have Texas Rangers comin' here,

askin' questions?

Alex, where you goin'?

Oh. I was just gonna go grab a bite to eat.

Mind if I tag along?

I'd like that.

Who's the beautiful lady?

Oh, Alex Cahill, this is Alan Billbon.

Alex Cahill, y-you teach law classes

in the evenings, don't you?

Yes, I do.

I'm enjoying it very much.

Nice meeting you. Maybe, uh...

Maybe I can come by your class sometime and... And observe.

Sure.

See you later, Peter.

See ya, Alan.

Campus Casanova.

Pay no attention.

Well, he admits to dating students.

Yeah. Exclusively, from the look of things.

But that doesn't give us enough to prove anything, huh?

As much as I hate to admit it, he's right.

He doesn't seem like the type who'd have to resort to rape

to get what he wanted.

(phone rings)

Walker.

For you.

Yeah. Trivette.

Hi, George.

You sure?

Okay, yeah. Thanks.

The lab?

Yeah. Stan Perkins is definitely not our rapist.

Wrong blood type.

That leaves Peter Needham.

Yep.

We better cut Perkins loose.

Ranger Trivette. Yeah.

This just came for you.

Thanks.

Reports on both professors.

(phone rings)

Walker.

Hi, Laura.

I'll be right there.

What's up?

Nypo.

WOMAN (over PA): Doctor Forest, dial 118, please.

Doctor Forest, please dial one-one-eight.

What kind of man would do this to a woman?

(muffled): Tony?

I'm here, Mom. I'm here.

You... watch out for Curt.

(whispers): Okay.

Don't let him get you. Don't...

It's... It's fine.

It's fine, Mom.

He... He didn't get me, and I'm all right, and...

And just go back to sleep.

Just... Just relax, all right?

Tony tried to call you.

When he couldn't get in touch with you,

he called me, and I met him over at the house.

It was awful. There was blood everywhere.

She was barely alive.

Well, a warrant for Nypo's arrest

is being drawn up right now.

I'm gonna serve it personally.

Well, Tony's gonna stay at my house.

At least for tonight.

Okay, good.

First I've gotta take him downtown.

The DA's office is waiting to take his statement.

I'm gonna, um, stay here just for a little bit

until she falls asleep, okay?

Yeah, sure. We'll wait outside.

Okay.

I'm gonna have to leave.

I forgot I've got a parent conference.

Okay, when we're finished,

I'll drop Tony off at your house.

Should we set an extra place for you for dinner?

That'd be great.

Better take a look at this.

When he was at Farragut University,

the incidence of rape went up 30 percent.

Same at the other schools he taught at.

And the m.o. for some of those rapes

fits the guy we're lookin' for.

Better get a copy of this report to Alex.

I'll fax it to her.

When we're finished with Tony,

let's go meet Alex at her class.

All right.

This fax just came in for you

from Ranger Trivette's office.

You know, about the college professor.

Just put it on my desk. I'm late for class.

Well, there's a note on it,

says it's important.

Thank you.

(students chatting indistinctly)

WOMAN: Are you gonna come?

WOMAN 2: Well, we'll talk.

Hi.

Hi.

Need any help?

No.

All set?

Yeah.

Where's Alex Cahill?

They just left.

They?

Yeah, she and Professor Needham.

Do you know where they went?

No.

( tense theme playing)

ALEX: Why don't you drop me over at my car

and I'll meet you at C.D.'s.

PETER: Well, why don't we just take my car.

I've got an early arraignment tomorrow.

I'm not gonna be able to that stay that long.

Hmm, I see.

Oh. Oh!

Here, it's okay.

I got it. I'm sorry.

Here you go.

Peter, I don't think you should be looking at that.

I haven't had a chance to read it myself.

I don't believe this.

(grunts)

Bitch. (gasps)

What do you want from me, huh?

What do you want?

Nothing.

You send Rangers to my office to harass me.

Make me out to be...

To be some kind of a pervert.

Ruin my reputation.

No. Shut up!

You women think that you...

You rule the whole damn world, don't you?

You think that you're better than us.

Well, let me tell you something.

You're only good for one thing,

and, uh, I'm gonna

give you a little demonstration.

( ominous theme playing)

(yells)

(grunts)

Come here.

Maybe they've already gone.

Yeah, you're probably right.

(Alex screams)

WALKER: Alex, you okay?

Peter.

(Peter groans)

Peter, are you all right?

(whispers): Oh, God.

Got Billbon locked up downtown.

Yeah, get this.

His attorney says he's a manic-depressive.

He doesn't remember any of the attacks.

Don't worry, we figure we're gonna lock up the attorney too.

Good for you, Alex.

Heard you beat the hell out of that rapist.

I've never been so scared in my entire life.

It's a good thing you listened to Walker

about those self-defense classes.

Yes, it is.

(cell phone rings)

Excuse me.

Yeah. Trivette.

Excuse me.

So, um, how's Peter?

He has a concussion.

They're gonna keep him overnight for observation,

but I'm sure he'll be fine.

Let's go see him.

Any friend of yours... Ohh...

TRIVETTE: Walker.

Laura called the office.

Tony took off on his bike

about a half-hour after we dropped him off.

You don't think he'd be foolish enough

to go after Nypo.

C.D. will take you home.

Okay.

( ominous theme playing)

(men speaking indistinctly)

(door opens)

What the hell's goin' on here?

I said we don't move anything until everything calms down.

Look, we got us a hornet's nest stirred up here

with this Ranger Walker.

Walker's my problem, not yours.

I'll handle it.

Yeah, well, thanks to you, so far he's all our problems,

and you haven't handled it.

Now, what I say around here goes.

I don't pay you to have opinions.

You don't pay me, period.

We just became equal partners.

Do we get our usual cut?

Double, when Walker and his partner are dead.

( ominous theme playing)

That ain't gonna happen.

Well, ain't this a kick in the head?

I could go... I could go to jail for this.

I don't care.

You're goin' down, Nypo.

(shouting): Did you hear me?

Yeah. I heard you, kid.

Go ahead. Pull the trigger.

Don't have the guts?

Walker's got your head all twisted up

with the rules of the game.

Only thing he doesn't know is,

there are no rules.

Your turn, Tony.

Great feeling, ain't it? Huh?

Drop it, Nypo!

Against the wall.

Stay put.

Go to hell.

Look, it's only drug dealing right now.

Don't make it murder.

Come on, Nypo, he's right. Put the gun down.

For drugs, we only get three to five...

(yells)

He's next.

Put it down.

Put it down!

You too.

(yells)

Now I get to give a lesson to the teacher.

Champion of Folsom, huh?

Let's see what you know.

( up-tempo theme playing)

You're not so tough.

I told you to stay put.

If I wanted your opinion,

I'd beat it out of ya.

He doesn't look so tough now.

Think you can point at him

and tell a jury what he's done?

Yeah, watch me.

( tender theme playing)

Thank you.

Wait a minute.

Wait. We... We totaled this.

We went through trees.

We went over railroad tracks,

through a shack, into a pond.

Amazing what a wash job will do, huh?

No, don't. Don't.

So, what do you think?

I mean, it's not so bad.

No, it's not so bad, really, y'know.

Little paint here and little paint there.

Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

Yeah.

Well, let's see what's inside.

You got a fishing pole, C.D.?

We got dinner tonight, boy.

(laughs)

(laughs)

(Resync by Chuck)

( upbeat theme playing)