Original subtitles

(country music playing) (Resync by Chuck)

Yes, um...

A tad less rum and a tinge more Scotch, C.D.

That is the Extra Reserve you're using, isn't it?

That's 5,000 even, right?

Yes, precisely, and you make the check out

to Stonham Investment Enterprises.

C.D.: You know, this old Ranger's

been known to dabble in the Dow

every once in a while.

Just, uh...

how do you intend to double that investment?

Well, um... as in any endeavor, C.D.,

the mastery of high finance

requires creativity and diligence,

professional skill,

and just a pinch of luck.

Much like concocting this libation, I imagine.

It...

Too much Cointreau and, uh, not enough bitters.

Oh.

Lovely.

Quite... Quite lovely.

Gentlemen.

Stonham. Walker.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were away for a while.

Yeah, well, much as I enjoy

my time spent, um... abroad?

You know what people say.

All good things must come to an end.

Bye.

I didn't know you knew him, Walker.

Shredder Stonham? Oh, yeah, I know him.

He's an all right kind of guy for a con man.

Just has a habit of selling property

he doesn't own.

Hey, Trivette. Yeah?

Where's that investment counselor we're supposed meet?

Yeah, uh... Well...

Um, he showed up earlier, and...

But don't worry because

I already put you in for half.

You invested my money without my permission?

Relax. It's a sure thing.

( suspenseful theme playing)

My people like your merchandise.

Yeah, how much they like it?

Five thousand.

Five? Hey, we're talkin' automatic rifles.

M-16s, grenades, mines. Five doesn't even cover

the samples we gave you.

Take it or leave it.

You hear that, Pee Wee?

DRIVER: Hey, okay.

All right. Okay. Wait.

Wait a minute. Okay!

Maybe I could go to... Shut up!

Deal's off. Where are the samples?

In the Hummer.

(grunts)

Troy ain't gonna like us comin' up empty.

Who says we come up empty?

Huh?

(laughs)

(laughing)

Y'all make sure he gets home safely, huh?

(laughing)

WALKER: I can't believe you would invest my money

without asking me.

Come on. Walker, how else are you gonna

get that grazing land you've had your eye on?

Well, losing money in the stock market

is not one of the ways.

We're not gonna lose. And even if we do,

I mean... it's tax-deductible.

Well, tell that to my horse, Amigo,

when he gets...

When he gets hungry. Wh-what?

(punching, grunting)

PEE WEE: Come on, get up!

(grunting)

(laughing)

All right, that's enough!

Hey! Hey, that's enough.

All right, back off. Back...

I said it's all over, all right?

Look. You had enough?

(grunting)

You had enough?

Are you okay? Yeah.

Yeah. It's nothing. It's nothing.

I was in there hitting the suds a little too good.

You know, and I started mouthing off

about the Mavericks being a bunch of losers.

One thing led to the other, and, you know...

You wanna press charges? No.

No, th-that's okay. I gotta get going home,

'cause my wife, she worries if I'm late, you know?

All right, you guys, get out of here.

Guy's lying through his teeth.

Yeah. He didn't exactly smell like a brewery, did he?

Either that or my nose is broken.

Well, if you lose my money,

that could be arranged.

( light rock action theme playing)

Thank you much.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(tires screech)

Hey, what are you do...? M-my... My purse!

My purse! Hey! Hey, what...?

WOMAN: Hey, what are you...? My purse!

No!

Hey!

Hey, come on. Hey, hey, come on.

You'll blow the place up! Let's go, Pee Wee.

Pleasure doin' business with you.

(laughing)

(engine starts)

ATTENDANT: Lady, forget about your purse! Come on!

(women screams)

SHREDDER: It... Of course. Look,

it's a blue-chip growth and income issue,

with an excellent debt-to-earnings ratio.

Alex, we need to talk to you about that...

What's he doing here?

Is he up to his old tricks again?

No.

He's an independent investment counselor now.

He's offered to come up... Oh, wait a minute.

Did you say "investment counselor"?

Yes. Yes.

Yes.

I got him into a training program

when he was paroled.

The man has rehabilitated himself.

Give him a chance.

We gave him more that that.

(phone rings)

Alex Cahill.

Mm-hm.

Mm-hm. Got it.

A couple of guys just blew up a gas station

at Market and 25th.

You know, I'm really not used

to having my battles fought for me

by, uh, a member of the fairer sex.

I'm not a member of the fairer sex.

I'm a district attorney. Indeed you are.

Hey, and if it hadn't been for you,

I'd still be pacing around in a drafty prison cell.

You don't owe me anything.

Your debt was to society, and you paid it.

Oh, quite true. Quite true. Yes. Yes.

All the same, um... I bet that you've got

a nice little nest egg squirreled away somewhere, hey,

that I could sort of, you know, nurture for you.

As a way of showing my gratitude.

(vehicle approaching)

Hey.

Lookie there.

MAN: Need a little help, honey?

No. It's okay. I think I can handle it.

So can my brother here.

But he likes to be paid in advance.

(woman screams)

You said there were two of 'em?

Yes, sir.

What'd they look like?

Mutt and Jeff.

They were a couple of real slimebags.

They were driving one of them newfangledy things

that they used over there in the Gulf War.

A Hummer?

Yeah. Yeah, a Hummer.

We got an assault in progress at Danbury and 20th.

That's not far from here. Could be them.

( energetic theme playing)

(engine starts)

(tires squealing)

(tires squeal)

What happened?

Well, she was sexually assaulted.

There were two of 'em,

apparently came up and...

Big guy and a little guy in an ATV?

Yeah. That's what she said.

Fact, it took off around this corner over here.

(engine starts)

( energetic theme playing)

What do you want to do next, Pee Wee?

How about one of them convenience stores?

We ain't hit one of them in weeks.

Good idea.

(chuckles)

(siren wailing)

Damn. We got cops.

Lose 'em.

(horn honking)

(gunshots)

(tires squealing, horn honking)

I got this one.

(grunts)

(grunting)

(grunting)

Come here.

Spread 'em.

You know the drill.

Trivette, take a look.

OFFICER (over speaker): Step back.

Turn to the right, please.

TRIVETTE: Don't worry, ma'am. They can't see.

It's a one-way glass.

OFFICER: And face front.

I'd say two.

And six.

No doubt about it.

Take your time, Mr. Dolvis.

Be certain.

Two and six.

Number two...

And number six.

You're all positive

of the identifications that you've made?

I am.

Are you willing to sign complaints?

Sure am.

MAN: Name's Troy Cochran. Here to bail out my brothers.

These the three that fingered 'em?

ALEX: Don't let them frighten you.

Um... I'm not sure anymore.

You were pretty sure a few minutes ago.

I'm sorry, I...

Everything's kind of hazy. I...

I can't see their faces anymore.

U-uh, yeah, me too.

I'm just glad I'm alive.

I'll sign.

I'm not gonna let 'em get away with what they did to me.

Only my brothers wasn't the ones who done it.

You'd be making a big mistake, girl.

You'll be making a big mistake

if you don't shut your mouth, bud.

You the Ranger that beat up my younger brother, Royce?

That's right.

Oh, you're a real big man with that badge on.

You should see me without one.

(others chuckling)

(laughing)

( ominous theme playing)

( ominous theme playing)

MAN: Shut up and sit down!

Okay, Farkas,

why did they do this to you?

Ow!

I already told you.

What reason would I have to lie about it?

Well, take your pick.

These were found with two guys named Cochran

in your Hummer.

Mine?

(laughs)

As far as I know, my Hummer

was in the garage all night long.

Well, it's in the impound now.

It was involved in a federal crime,

so it's gonna stay there, permanently.

Why? Huh? These guys must've ripped it off, okay?

These guns, they belong to them,

because I've never touched them in my life.

Is that a fact?

Then why are your prints all over 'em?

Hm?

(knocking at door)

TRIVETTE: Got a match.

The armory heist, right?

Federal task force Alex is on

has been working this case for months,

so I guess she'll stop going gray when we solve it for her.

These automatic weapons are on this inventory

of stolen military ordnance, Mr. Farkas.

Well, we're listening.

(upbeat country music playing over speaker)

(bar patrons laughing and chattering)

Give me a pitcher,

a vodka rocks and microwave this for me, will ya?

(high-pitched squealing)

MAN: Ah!

MAN: Do something!

(Royce laughing)

(laughing)

So I says, "Five grand don't buy jack."

He says, "Take it or leave it."

So Pee Wee here takes his face

and starts paving the parking lot with it.

(men laughing) Shut up!

Shut up!

You messed up.

You brought Rangers down on us.

Rangers.

Pee Wee too.

The Farkas deal was yours.

Instead of mouthin' off, you ought to be out there

rustlin' up another buyer, real quick.

And if you don't, you're gonna end up as dog meat.

C'mon, Troy.

Don't mess up again.

I'm on my way out.

I'm gotta meet Stonham for lunch.

Lunch.

It's business, Trivette.

Well, so is this.

These are automatic weapons from the armory heist.

Farkas claims that these are samples

from the Cochran" sales kit.

Nice work.

So we figured we'd set up the Cochrans,

bust 'em and make it stick.

So who's going undercover?

I mean, they'd make either of you in a second.

Yeah, she's right.

How 'bout Cobalt?

SHREDDER: How 'bout me?

Look, you do know

that I was the fellow who once sold the Reunion Tower

to three different buyers on the same day, don't you?

No. No.

Too flashy. Cochrans are filth.

It's the wrong mix.

But that's exactly what

would make them go for the fake.

In my day, I have duped men

far more ruthless than the Cochrans,

and I lived to tell the tale.

Okay, Shredder.

What's the catch?

Now, I... I take exception to that, Walker.

I... I really do.

I want him wired.

One glitch and we bail him out.

Agreed?

Ha!

Let me have your jacket.

She's, um, ahem...

She's quite wonderful, isn't she?

Best prosecutor I ever worked with.

Oh really, Walker, I was referring to her warmth,

her sophistication, her electrifying sexuality.

I don't mix business with pleasure.

Quite frankly, I think Alex

would rather fancy it if you did.

I'm not a fancy type of guy.

No, you're more the sort of strong, silent type.

How's our stock doing?

Quite, uh, predictably.

It's undergone a mild correction

due to profit-taking and, uh, should fairly soon

resume its steady climb up, up, up.

How much profit did we take?

Profit?

We made a profit?

Am I gonna wear this?

You do realize this is gonna completely wreak havoc

with the line of my jacket, don't you? Hm?

SHREDDER: Now, dear friends, into the breach I go.

(upbeat rock music playing over speaker)

(bar patrons laughing, chattering)

Hi. Hello.

Can I get you something?

Yes, thank you. I'd, uh...

I'd like a draft and, um...

an introduction to some chaps called Cochran.

Well, they're not here right now,

but they might blow in.

How lovely.

When they do, could you possibly see to it

that they sort of blow in this direction?

Brew's on me.

Oh, you are nice.

If I'd known that, I'd have ordered

a bowl of your chili as well.

You got it, slick.

(whispers): Slick?

He doesn't seem like the chili type.

He's a con man, Trivette.

He can be anything he wants to be:

A chili lover, a gunrunner,

or an expert in the stock market.

Alex invested too.

How is our stock doing?

Will you give me a break, Walker?

I'm doing this for your own... (engines roaring)

(hooting and hollering)

Come on!

All right!

Whoo-hoo!

(rock music playing over speaker)

(grunts)

I hear you're lookin' for us.

Well, if your name is Cochran, sir, yes, I rather think I am.

Take your pick.

Hm?

Now, who the hell are you?

Me? Oh, um...

Well, I'm just somebody who's heard

that you could help me acquire a, um,

certain capability.

And what might that be?

Superior firepower.

It's rather important in my trade.

Of course, if I've been misinformed, then I'll...

(growls) Ow.

You talk weird.

But your info is prime.

Now, what's your game?

Yes. Ahem, before we go any further,

I couldn't help noticing in the newspapers

that some of your brethren

have been charged, with, uh,

having their way with a young lady

against her will.

Oh, you mean that rape thing.

Well, I'm concerned it might complicate matters.

Well, I wouldn't worry about that,

'cause she ain't gonna live to testify.

Now, are we doin' business, or what?

Yeah.

Did we get all that on tape?

Loud and clear.

Now, remember, we're talkin' a whole truckload or no deal.

Fair enough.

Pending my examination of the goods

and an agreement on an equitable price.

Shall we say 10,000 in good faith?

(chuckles)

All right.

Now...

the rest is between you and my brother.

If Troy says it's all right, we'll set up a meetin'.

(loud squealing)

MAN: Come on, man!

(patrons shouting)

(radio feedback)

What the hell is that?

Huh? Uh... He's wired. It's a setup.

He's been made.

You're dead.

ROYCE: No, wait.

He's our ticket outta here.

Let's go, boys.

( suspenseful theme playing)

ROYCE: Come on, move! Move! Watch it!

ROYCE: Let's go, boys! (gunshots)

Cops!

Get down! Get down!

(grunting)

(siren wails)

SHREDDER: Five hundred at 20 and a half.

There you are. Simple as that.

WOMAN: Double in a month? SHREDDER: Mm-hm.

Look, if there's anything I can do...

Well, um, arranging for the chef

to send up a crusty beef Wellington

and a vintage Bordeaux would more than suffice.

(giggles)

Hello, counselor. You look like you've seen a ghost.

They said you had been shot. In the back, at close range.

Twice. Ah, Walker, you do realize

I'll never be able to wear that jacket again?

I had to force him to wear

this bulletproof vest.

SHREDDER: Walker was quite right to insist.

Actually, it wasn't as bad as all that.

Apart from a few cracked ribs,

and a very nasty bruise,

I'll be out of here in no time.

ALEX: Where's Trivette?

He went to pick up Pamela for her protection.

She's staying with a friend.

All right.

PAMELA: I don't understand

why I have to go into protective custody.

Because you'd be a lot safer

until we get these guys behind bars, all right?

The Ranger's right.

We both will be safer.

Okay, you're right.

I mean, I am scared of them.

I just don't want to give in to it.

You're not giving in, Pam.

You're doing what's smart. Yeah, listen,

for what it's worth, you've got more guts

than a lot of people I know, all right?

(tires squealing)

Right over there.

( dramatic theme playing)

(grunting)

ROYCE: Get it right!

(gang shouting, hollering)

ROYCE: Get her!

WOMAN: Pamela!

Help! Help!

Help!

(grunting)

Ah! Ah!

Ah! Help!

MAN: Go!

C.D.: Good thing you got Jimmy

watchin' that little gal Pamela.

Those Cochrans are meaner than rattlesnakes.

Yeah. And we believe they're hiding out

somewhere in Waxahachie.

You have any idea where?

Well, I had a run-in with them some time ago.

They've got a compound west of the river.

But that... That's awfully rugged country out there, partner.

I don't think that truck'll get in there.

But I think I know what will,

and it's sitting in the police impound yard.

Be careful.

(phone rings)

Walker.

Walker, it's Alex.

The Cochrans got Pamela.

What about Trivette?

He's okay. He just called in. He's on his way out there.

Hold on a sec.

WOMAN: Sorry, Ms. Cahill. It's important.

We just got a report.

A sheriff at a roadblock stopped the Cochrans four-by,

got himself into a shootout.

In Waxahachie?

Yes. County Line Road.

I'm not far from there. Send backup.

( action theme playing)

DISPATCHER (over radio): Unit 45, come in.

Cochrans spotted, Highway 71 near County Line Road.

Unit 45, do you copy?

Unit 45?

Come on, come on! Let's go!

(shouts and cheers)

MAN: Come on, boys, let's go.

Best remedy in the world against Texas heat.

Throw one of these down your system,

you gonna be fine.

Howdy.

Mabel, listen, can you take over for me for just a little while?

Well, sure, where are you headed, your stockbroker's?

No. I'm going to Waxahachie.

Waxahachie?

Oh, there ain't nothing there but rocks and rattlers.

Cordell's down there alone.

I gotta get the hell outta here.

Oh, they paid.

(sirens in distance)

(coughing)

Take care of him. All right, Ranger.

OFFICER: How you doin', Scotty?

Hang in there, partner.

We've got to stabilize you.

( rock action theme playing)

WALKER: The Cochrans' place is west of the river.

I know a shortcut.

TRIVETTE: Land mines?

I wonder what other surprises they have for us.

MAN: Here they come, right behind us!

(men chuckle)

Well. Sign back there says "private property."

No Rangers allowed.

(all laugh)

(dispatcher speaking indistinctly over radio)

I got a deputy critically wounded, Alex.

Looks like the Cochrans came out on top.

Well, what about Walker and Trivette?

Jimmy's car's here.

I don't see the Hummer or the girl.

Well, they're out there somewhere, C.D.

I'll get a chopper in the works.

Okay.

(dispatcher continues over radio)

(Royce laughs)

Ugh!

(men laugh)

(groans)

See, we like to catch lawbreakers

and put 'em in the slammer too.

Our slammer.

(all laugh)

I thought pigs is supposed to be smart!

ROYCE: Well, if they so smart,

how come they missed that land mine?

TROY: In case you're wondering, uh, this here

is booby-trap city,

and as soon as, uh, Pee Wee gets the dozer fired up,

y'all gonna be permanent residents.

(laughing)

You all right?

We're gonna die, aren't we?

No, no. We're gonna be just fine.

You just take it easy. Save your strength.

You got any ideas?

No. Do you?

No. You're the one that's been in this situation before, huh?

Well, it's my first time in a pit.

Well, there's gotta be some way outta here.

Well, first thing we got to do is get...

untied here.

How are we gonna do that?

Start chewing.

What?

( slow guitar theme playing)

(clears throat)

(laughing)

(bulldozer motor starts)

Hurry up, Trivette.

Hurry!

Untie her.

( suspenseful action theme playing)

Come on down, ugly.

Uhh!

Whoa.

Ah!

(choking)

Trivette.

(whispers): Come here. Help her up.

Come on.

Hey! They're out!

Hey, Troy!

Troy, get out here! They're gettin' away!

Let's go.

(gunshots)

Hold! Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Let 'em go, let 'em go.

Been a long time

since we've had ourselves a real good hunt.

ALL: Yeah.

TRIVETTE: You want me to check it out?

Yeah. Hey, keep your head down.

Look out.

(helicopter whirring)

(grunts)

(whispers): Damn it.

Let's go.

I owe you.

Yeah, you do. 2,500 bucks.

(motorcycle humming)

(yells)

(grunts)

Ow.

What happened?

She slashed her ankle.

God.

(motorcycle buzzing)

Let's go!

Ugh.

Where's Lyman?

I don't know.

I can't find Grady, either.

Rangers!

Booby traps don't get you, we will.

We love to hunt.

( dramatic theme playing)

WALKER: Hold it.

TRIVETTE: How'd you know that was there?

In Nam, you developed a sense for it,

or you didn't go home.

What do you think?

It all depends on what's on the other end of this wire.

Check that side.

Walker.

Well, I think it's time

we stopped running from these guys, Trivette.

(explosion)

(cheers and laughter)

Bull's-eye!

Yeah! That's the tripwire

down by the creek, isn't it, Troy?

Yeah. Razorback, go check it out.

Take the walkie with you.

(motorcycle humming)

(wire snapping)

Uh! Ooh!

Uh.

Oh!

Where is he, man?

He oughta be back here by now.

Razor.

Razorback, come on in here, y'all.

WALKER: He can't talk right now, Cochran,

but I'm out here waiting for ya.

( ominous theme playing)

Ranger.

Ranger, you're dead.

You're dead! This is your last day on earth!

It'll take more than talk, Cochran.

(whispers): Damn.

Oh.

Good.

It's bleeding a lot.

Well, let's switch it.

Well, what's it look like out there?

C.D.: About like World War III.

This Hummer hit a land mine.

All kinda tracks going off into the bush.

They got Walker and Trivette, didn't they?

That's what it looks like, yeah.

I don't think anybody walked away from this damn thing.

I'm going in to take a look myself.

It's fresh.

(over radio): So one of you's hurt, huh?

Aw, that's real disappointing.

You're making this easier

than findin' blood in a slaughterhouse.

He's right. I'm dragging us down.

Don't worry about it.

Royce, circle around back.

Pee Wee, you drive.

We'll go right at him.

(engines start)

(motorcycle humming)

Sounds like they're right down on top of us.

That's exactly where I want 'em.

( rock action theme playing)

(coughing)

(moaning in pain)

Time's up, Ranger.

WALKER: Hey. Drop it, or you're dead.

Ah!

They never listen.

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Oh.

Hey!

(grunts and groans)

Oh!

(groaning)

Ugh!

(roaring)

(choking)

(coughing)

TRIVETTE: They're all yours, C.D.

No, no, no. Like hell they are, Jimmy.

Texas livestock law requires

that we run them through the sheep dip.

We're too tired to laugh, C.D.

( slow country theme playing)

What?

Are you ki...?

You told...

You told me it was a sure thing.

No, not at this time.

As a matter of fact, never.

I... (slams phone down)

Oh, man.

The mutual fund went bust.

Hmm.

What am I going to tell Walker?

(clears throat)

WALKER: About what?

Tell me.

Stonham called.

We lost all our money.

You lost all my money?

Yeah, he said something about the fund manager

declared chapter seven, 11, or one of those crazy numbers.

You lost all my money.

I'm gonna pay it all back, Walker.

With interest. With interest.

This could be the best investment

of your life, Cordell. You bet it could. Jimmy,

heck, you might win the lottery.

Hi, guys.

So, did you hear about, uh, the stocks?

It skyrocketed.

Skyrocketed?

Yeah. Up 15 points.

Well, then why did Stonham say that it crashed?

I'll just bet you somebody put him up to doing that.

I can't imagine anyone doing something that terrible.

Nor can I.

I mean to say, that is utterly despicable.

And, uh... (chuckles)

totally unconscionable.

(laughter)

Why, you no... Ab-absolutely abominable.

( country theme playing) (Resync by Chuck)

( upbeat theme playing)