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Case number CF100-293.

J.P. Stout, defendant. Felony: Controlled substance.

Two hundred pounds of marijuana?

Yeah, I need to initial it for court.

(door buzzing)

Rooks.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Another day in court.

(door buzzing)

Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man!

What's the matter? Did you get it?

Yeah, I got it. It's the last of it.

It's our friend, Arnette. We keep crossing paths.

He's on to us, Fargo.

He knows.

We can't just let that go by.

(car engine starting)

This had better be good, Alex.

The Cowboys were tied with the Oilers in overtime.

Arnette doesn't know who to trust.

He won't talk to anyone but you.

Here he comes.

(car shuts off)

Walker, what's it been,

two, three years since that bust in Laredo?

Yeah, seems like it, Cliff.

Alex, uh, thanks for setting this up.

You bet. I told Walker that you had some information

that's gonna make some heads roll.

Yeah. It was a task-force bust. We hit a cocaine mill.

Four hundred and fifty pounds were signed in as evidence.

Now they're gone.

Looted and switched out for milk sugar.

Someone must've figured that nobody'd get near it

until they needed it for trial.

No, no. This is much bigger

than just switching out the cocaine.

I was in the evidence room...

(tires screeching)

(gunshots)

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

( light rock action theme playing)

(Resync by Chuck)

TRIVETTE: I don't know, man.

What'd you guys stumble into, huh?

Somebody had to be pretty crazy to wanna take out a cop.

He was a good cop. One of the best.

Thing is, cocaine switch had to be an inside job.

The only people who have access

to the evidence locker are cops.

Yeah, I know.

(horse snorting)

Here you go.

Thanks.

Can't I get a smile this morning?

I'm sorry. You know me.

Till I get through that first cup of coffee...

What's wrong, J.C.?

You left the bed last night. I heard you pacing.

Just got some things on my mind.

What things?

Something's been worrying you for a while now.

Well, there ain't no sense

in worrying you too, now, is there?

Look, I just dug myself a little hole and...

I gotta find my way out.

Something to do with him, isn't it?

Ever since you were partnered with Fargo.

J.C., please, what kind of trouble are you in?

Oh, bad as it gets.

Hey, don't you wait up for me.

I love you.

( suspenseful music playing)

Oh, this is crazy.

Hey, who knows what Arnette told that Ranger

and that lady DA before we took him out?

We gotta put a cap on this.

Come on, the courthouse with people and cops?

That's my edge. Be cool, baby.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Keep it running.

The night the Rangers were ambushed,

you stated that you were exiting the Domino Club

at approximately 11:40.

No.

I must've been mistaken about that.

(crowd murmuring)

Mr. Davies, we have your sworn testimony.

I was confused.

Are you saying

that you did not see the Rangers gunned down

and you did not see Mr. Cutter directing the hit men?

I only saw shadows.

I can't identify anyone for certain.

(crowd murmuring)

(judge banging gavel)

Mr. Davies, are you aware of the penalty for perjury?

I'm just not sure.

Your Honor, if this is the prosecution's key witness,

then I'm afraid we're duty-bound

to move for an instructed verdict of, uh, not guilty...

Your Honor, the prosecution moves

for a dismissal of all the charges.

(crowd chattering)

Like to kick his... Easy, counselor.

At least the judge let me dismiss the case

so we can retry.

I am gonna slap perjury charges on Davies

and then I'm gonna put this case back together.

He got to the witness.

I mean, there's no way you could...

You could predict that, right?

(indistinct conversations in English and Spanish)

Dad, he has my belt buckle. That's the man!

Alex. (screams)

MAN: Watch yourself. Get down!

(crowd screaming)

( action theme playing)

Call an ambulance!

Go on the next floor. I'll stay down here.

Look out!

You guys head out back. I'll take the parking lot. Go.

(breathing heavily)

So this is what it feels like to be shot.

Thank God you're alive to feel it.

( rock theme playing)

Can you believe it? I get shot in the courthouse,

witnesses everywhere, cops everywhere,

and no one saw a thing.

The question is "why?"

Why would anyone wanna shoot you?

I do have some enemies, you know?

I wonder if it had anything to do

with that meeting with Arnette.

Do you guys remember that kid in the courthouse,

the one pointing his finger at the shooter

like he knew who he was?

Yeah, I remember him.

He was shouting something at his father?

Something about a belt buckle.

Well, obviously the family had business there.

I'll just check and see what cases were being heard.

No, we'll do that.

Guys, I'm okay.

Alex, you're not checking anything for a few days.

What, did women suddenly lose the vote?

The vote's 2 to 1. Majority rules.

I have three cases I'm preparing.

Then maybe you should prepare them behind closed doors.

Trivette? Walker?

End of discussion, Alex.

Who do you guys think you are?

(woman talking indistinctly over loudspeaker)

The majority.

The bailiff says he remembers the boy's family.

Hope it's the right boy.

What was he in court for?

Boy's father was charged with, uh, staging cockfights.

He pleaded no contest.

Is this us?

(crowd cheering and shouting)

Just in time. I love a party.

Texas Rangers. We're looking for Carlos Morales.

We don't know him. And you people

got no right to keep shutting us down.

I think you have us confused with someone else,

but if there's something illegal going on here,

I'm sure we're all ears.

Look, amigo, we're not looking for trouble

if you're not looking for trouble.

Do you see this?

And do you see this?

I'd advise you to back off.

Well, I'm glad that worked.

Yeah, me too.

I don't feel very physical today.

MAN 1: Let's go, let's go!

(indistinct shouting in Spanish)

MAN 1: Come on, let her go.

MAN 2: Aye!

You in? You in? You in? Okay, you in?

Morales gets busted for this,

he's right back at it same day he comes out of court.

In my country there's nothing against the law about it.

Cockfighting is just a sport of my people.

Why are we always being hassled for something

that's a part of our culture?

Because you're in Texas, Mr. Morales,

and the law says it's illegal.

You're not here to talk about the matches, are you?

No, we're here about the shooting at the courthouse.

Your son was with you.

We'd like to talk to him.

Kiki.

(speaks in Spanish)

Hi, Kiki. I'm Ranger Walker.

At the courthouse, the man with the gun,

you were pointing at him like you knew who he was.

He had my belt buckle.

Your belt buckle?

It had a gamecock engraved on it.

A lot of people in Texas might have that buckle, Kiki.

Not that one. My father had it made

especially for me on my birthday,

then that guy stole it.

Hombre came to the fights one night

so drunk he could hardly stand. I wanted him thrown out.

He flashed a badge.

Wait a minute, a badge?

Sí, a badge. Rousted us.

Made us all pay up.

That's when he saw the buckle, Kiki's buckle.

I'd been showing it off. He took it for a souvenir.

You're telling us this was a cop?

Do you know his name?

Are you closing us down?

I'm sending Animal Control out here tomorrow morning.

Shut it down yourself and there'll be no arrests, okay?

Ranger.

The cop was with another guy. Big bettor.

You got his name?

Name's Hicks.

Miller Hicks?

I'm not surprised you know him.

He's a bad man.

Thanks.

TRIVETTE: "Bad" is not the word, man.

I'm remembering assault and armed robbery just for starters.

Hicks is a physical dude.

Question is, what's he doing outta the joint?

That's a good question,

especially when we just put him in there.

(rock music playing over speaker, crowd chattering)

I think he's very nice. I really like him.

WOMAN: Hey, hey.

Excuse me, ladies.

Excuse me.

(whistles loudly)

We're looking for Miller Hicks.

You said you weren't feeling physical today.

Did I say that?

Yes.

Now, you've either got a hearing problem

or an attitude problem.

I wouldn't even think about it.

Now, I don't like barroom fights and I don't like broken glass,

so, everybody, let's keep it polite, please.

Now, my partner asked you a question.

Where's Miller Hicks?

Ah! Oh!

(groaning)

( tense theme playing)

Ugh! Oh!

Hello, Miller.

Ugh!

You know what happened

the last time you tried that, Hicks.

Now, you've got a friend who's a cop.

I know lots of cops.

This cop took a belt buckle from a little kid.

It's nothing to do with me. Get off my case, man.

You know me, right, Hicks?

Yeah.

And you know I'm a man

not to be fooled with, right, Hicks?

Yeah.

Well, this cop shot a very close friend of mine.

You know how that makes me feel?

No.

Like ripping somebody's head off.

Fargo. Hank Fargo.

( peaceful theme playing)

(humming)

(doorbell ringing)

Shoot.

Who is it?

WALKER: It's Walker.

Come on in, Cordell. I'm just having breakfast.

How's the room service?

Best doggone eggs in Texas and the fatback is outta sight.

So Alex is a good cook, huh?

Done this myself.

How's she doing?

She's going absolutely stir-crazy,

that's how she's doing.

How much longer are we gonna have to do this?

Until we find the shooter.

And the shooter could be a cop named Hank Fargo.

A cop tried to shoot me?

Well, that would fit with what Arnette was saying.

Have you ever heard of this cop, Hank Fargo?

No.

Neither have I.

And that bothers me.

Well, Dallas is a big city. There's tons of cops.

Yeah, but I generally know all of them

by the time they make detective.

You wanna find out about a cop, you go to Personnel, Cordell.

Well, Trivette's down there right now.

How much did Arnette say to you on the phone?

He just called to set up the meeting,

and you heard everything that I did

before he was killed.

Hmm.

If you had 450 pounds of cocaine,

what would you do with it?

Burn it.

Sell it. It's worth a fortune.

And who would you sell it to?

Well, that much, you'd have to have an organization.

Mafia?

Augie Danzig could handle that much.

How about your favorite defendant, Mitch Cutter?

Maybe.

He's new, but he's moving up.

And he's got a bigtime grudge against you too.

You know, the pieces are beginning to fit.

I remember the last thing Arnette said,

that this is bigger than the missing cocaine.

Right.

( tense theme playing)

TRIVETTE: Reason you don't know Hank Fargo

is because he transferred out here

about six months ago from New York,

special assignment.

Tough cop. He cleared a lot of cases for us.

But he's also gotten a lot of flak for excessive force

and one charge of falsifying evidence.

Mmm.

Any means to an end, huh?

So the department hooked him up with this man.

Officer J.C. Rooks.

Rooks is just the opposite of Fargo.

Joe Average, by the book, married.

Got a little ranch out in Plano.

Maybe he's in over his head,

if you wanna count the boat out in Lake Tyrell,

but then, most of the world runs a little behind

on their credit cards.

What's their assignment?

Rooks is Fargo's contact.

Fargo's undercover,

following the cocaine trail to the big brokers down here.

Let me guess. Mitch Cutter.

See, now, that's what I was thinking.

If Fargo's undercover, then he's one of the good guys.

So why does this buckle business point to him as the shooter?

Well, that's what we gotta find out.

Why don't you go talk to Rooks?

Where you going?

I'm gonna talk to the big man himself.

(man breathing)

Mr. Cutter.

CUTTER: Take it.

I'm sorry, Mr. Cutter, I told him not to...

You must think because you wear a badge you can press me.

What are you doing here, Walker? What do you want?

I'm here to talk to you about 450 pounds of cocaine

missing from the police-evidence room.

(laughs)

Oh, my. I think you boys better improve your security.

What do you know about it?

Don't know anything about any cocaine.

I guess you don't know anything about someone

trying to kill Alex Cahill either, do you?

Or the killing of a good cop named Arnette?

Don't know who killed Cock Robin either.

Now what?

We know who the shooter is.

That's what I came here to tell you.

And we're gonna get him to talk.

And when he does talk, we're gonna get a name.

Your name.

I think you'd better leave now,

before I send you out on a stretcher.

You walked out of that courtroom,

back into the good life,

but don't get used to it, Cutter,

because I'm gonna take you down.

Get him outta here.

(grunts)

(grunts)

Well, just goes to show you,

if you want something done right,

you just gotta do it yourself.

I'm waiting.

Oh, for you, I wouldn't even break a sweat.

I'm still waiting.

No.

I'm not gonna give you a chance

to flash the badge.

Yeah, sure.

You're all talk, Cutter, and no show.

(telephone beeping)

Yeah.

Meet me at the dam, Lake Lavon, one hour.

Rooks too.

Well, I'm sorry, I already told you,

he's not home right now.

Yeah, I guess I should've called.

He left in a hurry, I don't know where to.

All right, well, have him get to me when he can, all right?

Jimmy Trivette or Cordell Walker.

Ranger.

Is he in any trouble?

Well, I just need to talk to him.

Is this anything to do with Hank Fargo?

As a matter of fact, it is.

I'll tell him to call you.

Thank you.

( slow theme playing)

CUTTER: I don't know how they're supposed to know.

He just said he knew who the shooter was.

How can they know anything? We had masks.

If they knew anything, they'd be all over us. They're bluffing.

Okay, look,

it doesn't matter anyway. It's time to call it quits.

Now, you just tell your commander your cover's blown.

He'll pull you off my case.

You go back to New York, you go back to your desk,

and everybody's happy just as soon as I find

a buyer for the cocaine.

No. Now, look, guys, uh...

I can't stand this anymore.

Look, I... I just want out, all right?

You can have the coke and the money.

Hey, hey, don't get spooky on us.

We're almost home. Walker's bluffing.

That what you say?

Just hold it together a little while until I find a buyer.

Tomorrow morning, you get a car,

and you meet me at the dolphin-marina loading ramp,

or so help me, I'll... I'll dump that stuff right in the lake.

Hey, hey. Hey, this is the big one. Your share is $2 million.

Hold it together a little while longer.

Now, you're not hearing me. I don't want it.

I-I don't want the money.

I-I don't want the dope on my boat anymore.

I-I just want that all this never happened. I just want out.

Okay, okay, okay. I have no problem cutting up your share.

We'll see you tomorrow, and after that,

we never heard of you.

Oh, man. I must've been crazy.

How'd it ever get this far, huh?

Damn.

He always was the nervous type.

Nervous types make me nervous, you know?

'Cause you never know what they're gonna do.

It's just till tomorrow morning.

You know where the boat is?

No, but we can find it.

He could be a problem. He's all right.

You think so?

Good.

Because he's your responsibility now.

And if he screws up...

I'm gonna have to take it up with you.

(telephone ringing)

Hello?

J.C., a Ranger was just here.

Um, a Mr. Trivette.

Do you know him?

Ranger, huh?

J.C., it's time for you to tell me.

Now, what does all of this mean?

It means they're not bluffing.

It means I need to make a deal.

What? J .C., what'd you say?

Look, uh, I'm gonna explain it all to you later.

Honey, I... I love you, and uh...

I am so sorry.

What? J.C.?

(beeps)

(beeping)

Ranger Trivette, please.

Ranger Trivette, this here is, uh, J.C. Rooks, and, uh...

I need to talk to you.

Where are you now?

No, sir, n-not here.

Y-you know the Old, uh, the Old Post Road?

Yes, I do.

All right, we'll meet you there.

All right.

(phone beeps)

( slow theme playing)

We were being cops, good cops.

Fargo worked his way deep into Cutter's syndicate

and our cover got blown.

And Cutter and his goons, they weren't gonna kill just us,

they threatened our families, everything.

Then he decided he was gonna make us a deal.

He said, "You keep on being cops,

only you'll do me some favors."

Well, first, we...

Well, we just went along with it.

And then there was all that money.

And Fargo got into that. He really loved that.

And one day, jackpot, 450 pounds of cocaine.

Now, I got that. I got that all stashed in my boat.

Who killed Arnette?

Fargo. And I was driving.

And we know that's the same thing, God forgive me.

We thought Arnette was on to us

when we made that switch for the cocaine.

Whose idea was it?

That was Cutter's.

Will you testify to that?

That's why I'm here. Yeah, I will.

( menacing theme playing)

How's Rooks?

He's dead.

There he goes. Let's go.

(tires screeching)

Take the wheel.

What?

We gotta try and take him alive.

You crazy?

(gunshot)

(yelling)

You all right? I'm fine.

How is he?

He's hurt bad. Call an ambulance.

(panting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(yells)

(laughing)

Don't leave it all in the gym, baby.

Rooks is dead, Cutter, but we got Fargo.

He's in the hospital safe and sound.

Rooks? Fargo? I...

You know, the cops that went undercover,

and you turned them to work for you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, you will when Fargo talks.

Alex Cahill's gonna get his testimony,

and she's gonna put you away forever.

You killed a cop, Cutter.

Big mistake.

Invasion of my privacy, constant harassment

could get you killed, Ranger.

Like I said, Cutter,

you're all talk and no show.

( ominous theme playing)

Come here.

Time to sweep up.

First order of business, take care of that lady DA.

And, you, you finish Fargo.

He's in the County General Hospital.

What about Walker?

Him?

Well, we'll just have to, uh,

come up with something special for him.

(knocking on door)

WOMAN: Please, can somebody help me? There's been an accident.

(knocking continues)

There's been an accident. My husband, he's been hurt.

Please, sir, can I use your phone?

Yes, ma'am. You just come right on in this house.

We've been waiting for you, lady,

or somebody just like you.

But you weren't expecting me, were you, old-timer?

Now, where are you hiding that lady DA?

I know. You weren't expecting me.

Ah, just... Slow.

Where do you think you're going?

God, that felt good.

You've been hanging around with Cordell too long.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(wind blowing)

(elevator dings)

(equipment rattling)

(grunts)

You wasted your time.

Fargo's been dead for several hours.

Then he couldn't talk?

Nope.

But you can.

(elevator dings)

Everything's locked up on our end.

And C.D. wants to know

if retirees can put in for hazard pay.

What about Alex?

Let me tell you, she's got a great right hook.

What? She okay?

Oh, yeah, safe and sound. Everybody's accounted for.

Everyone but Mitch Cutter and the missing cocaine.

( slow theme playing)

(door opens)

Let's talk boats, Mrs. Rooks.

Let's be very sure where we're going, Mrs. Rooks,

'cause you won't be happy with the pain of rejection.

Here. This one?

All right, come here.

All right, now, you get on down below,

and you stay out of my way.

Get down there.

All right, now, let's tear this boat apart.

It's gotta be here somewhere.

TRIVETTE: Jim, we're looking for a white,

32-foot cabin cruiser called Party Girl.

Rooks says that's where the drugs are hidden.

WALKER: Trivette. Yeah?

You see that stretch limo?

TRIVETTE: Cutter rides in a stretch like that.

Yeah.

Land the chopper behind the yacht club.

Mr. Cutter. Yeah?

Jackpot.

Great. All right, put it back.

We're getting on outta here.

(yells)

(grunting)

(grunts)

( suspenseful theme playing)

No place to run, Cutter.

Well, let's just see what you got.

Showtime.

(yells)

( action theme playing)

(groans)

Broke my nose, Walker.

You'll look better in prison.

(grunting)

(groans)

You had enough?

I'm gonna kill you, Walker.

I guess not, huh?

Come on, tough guy.

I hope I don't have to carry you. Come on.

Walker, how much money you got?

I don't have any since I invested

in that stock venture of yours.

Why?

Excuse me.

Because they're gonna be auctioning off this boat.

Trivette. Let's go.

But...

They got two refrigerators.

(people laughing, chattering indistinctly)

WOMAN: Do you guys wanna get another beer before we go?

Nope, there's nothing worse than a bad cop.

That's for sure, C.D.

That moral edge,

that's the best weapon an officer's got in the field.

Makes him a good guy.

C.D.: Otherwise it's just a gunfight,

and who's got the fastest gun.

Well, I made this batch up special for you, hon.

C.D.: I'm gonna teach Alex how to cook,

and she's gonna teach me how to box.

Well, how do you like it?

Perfect.

Almost.

Almost?

It's not hot enough.

That's not hot enough?

Are your taste buds dead, honey?

For crying out loud, my chili is always hot.

Heat is the essence of good chili.

That's hot enough to burn the hair of an old man's ears.

For crying out loud, were you born on the sun?

I'll see you guys later.

Where are you going?

I've got a belt buckle

for a special little guy.

(Resync by Chuck)

( upbeat theme playing)