Original subtitles

(mysterious theme playing) (Resync by Chuck)

MARK: Elwood, come on, man, Let's just go grab a Caddy

or a Lexus and get out of here.

You know what a handicapped van's worth,

all tricked out with hydraulics like that?

It's too special.

Right here in the parking lot?

The keys are in the ignition.

We'll be gone before she knows what's happening.

Look, maybe Chico vouched for you.

When you're with me, you do what you're told.

All right?

Forty-two minutes.

What 42 minutes?

I've been waiting for you for 42 minutes.

I was not in there for 42...

You know how many kinds of bottled water there are?

Yeah, one. Tap. No.

See, man, you'd drink out of a swamp.

Okay, watch it there.

Come on.

Excuse me.

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey! What are you...?

The human body is 98 percent water, right?

The in and out, there's... What's going on?

Go, go.

Texas Rangers!

Get out of here, kid.

Texas Rangers.

Somebody help us!

Are you okay? Yeah.

It's all right. I'm a Texas Ranger. I'm all right.

Okay. All right? What's his name?

Robbie. Robbie? Okay, all right.

They can't take my van.

I understand. I understand. We're lucky to be alive, huh?

WALKER: Damn it.

He's just a kid.

(sirens blaring)

You had to do what you had to do, man.

I think I know that boy, Trivette.

( light rock action theme playing)

Yes, I'd recognize him if I saw him again.

And, yes, I'll testify.

Those so-and-sos.

So-and-sos?

You could do better than that, Mom.

They didn't know they were being followed,

and they hadn't seen the carjacker before.

It's pretty much the standard m.o., except for the vehicle.

It's loaded with a lot of whistles and bells

to make life easier for Robbie.

I'm glad you and your son are okay.

We'll get a police van to take you home.

What are the chances of us getting our van back?

Not very good, I'm afraid.

I'd recommend you contact your insurance company

about getting a new one.

Well, there's no replacing that van.

The equipment inside there cost $80,000.

The insurance company only covers the vehicle,

and maybe 20,000.

You want us to, uh, call your husband, ma'am?

No. About a year ago a drunk driver

ran a red light and killed my husband,

and put Robbie in a chair.

The church and the school, the whole neighborhood

got a fund together and had that van built

to take Robbie to therapy and so on.

ROBBIE: The doctors said that I'd never walk again.

They also said that I'd never throw a ball again either.

Now I'm playing wheelchair basketball at the center,

so we're not buying their story.

JAN: Yeah, we're not buying their story.

Attaboy.

Well, here's your van.

All right.

I don't think you're gonna fit in there.

We're gonna have to put you up in front, okay?

All right, grab ahold.

Here we go. Ready? And up we go.

Ah, there you go.

Okay, let's buckle you in here.

There.

All right.

You going?

Uh, yeah.

I'll see you a little later, okay?

The officer will help you when you get home.

Oh, we can manage. We always do.

Thank you.

It's a pleasure.

Thanks.

Okay, you take care, son.

Keep playing that basketball, all right?

Bye. Bye-bye.

We gotta get that boy's ride back.

WALKER: Yeah, I busted Mark Burnette two years ago

for dealing in drugs.

It was a good bust, but... It didn't stick.

I was in El Paso on an assignment

and he got off on a technicality.

They should've put him in drug rehab,

but now he's dead.

We developed this information on a carjacking ring.

It's operating out of a garage in South Dallas.

You have to get these guys.

I mean, they're responsible for 20 carjackings

and three deaths in the last few months.

We will.

See you, Al.

WALKER: How do you figure a kid like Mark Burnette?

Comes from a rich family,

has all the advantages,

and winds up dead beside a dumpster.

Hell if I know.

TRIVETTE: You know, I know it weighs on you,

but don't be so hard on yourself.

That's something I'll never get used to.

What was that?

Hey, you ruined my suit!

Let's get out the road

before someone else tries to hit us.

Did you get his license number?

No. It's his lucky day.

His lucky day?

Yeah. Any other time, I'd chase him down.

But right now, I wanna find that van. Let's go.

MAN: Come on, ladies. We ain't got all week.

Get that cranny up underneath there.

Shipment goes tonight.

Luther! Luther, come on. Get these seats crated up.

I want nothing but dust by sundown.

Rangers?

What can I do for you?

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Always glad to help law enforcement.

Why you taking these cars apart?

They're junkers.

Stripping them down for spare parts.

Big money on the resale market.

Hey, Walker, this Jaguar's reported stolen.

I knew that guy looked suspicious.

So I guess that gives us probable cause

to tear this place apart.

Why don't we do this the easy way?

Are you running a chop shop here?

Chop shop? Get him, boys!

( suspenseful theme playing)

Come back here.

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Are you running a chop shop here?

( suspenseful theme playing)

I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Are you running a chop shop here?

Yeah, just don't hit me again.

Did you chop up a van? A special van for the handicapped?

You'd remember it.

No, no. I just deal in real-people cars.

Quick resale stuff.

Who deals in the other stuff?

It's a whole other bunch.

They don't chop it up.

They're stolen to order and usually ends up

in Mexico or South America.

Give me a name.

I'm telling you, it's a whole other bunch.

All right, turn around.

Hands behind your back.

TRIVETTE: How come you look like you're ready

for an inspection and I look like mud?

Sometimes you eat the bear, sometimes it eats you.

What's that supposed to mean?

Hell, I don't know.

I'll get Forensics.

Yeah.

You look like something a coyote's ate

and puked over a cliff.

Thank you, C.D.

Tough day?

Yeah.

Walker's pushing pretty hard.

He really wants to get those jerks that stole Robbie's van.

Yeah, he'll do it too.

Any new leads in that courthouse shooting?

No, not yet.

The guy was up there for a long time.

They found a bunch of French cigarettes up there, C.D.

Hm.

Hey, bartender, hit me again.

Here you go. Thanks.

I wanna tell you, I can't wait for this day to be over.

That makes two of us.

Somebody tries to shoot you, somebody tries to run you over.

Hey, hey, hey. What do you mean they tried to run me over?

Oh, this is my imagination?

Well, how do you know they didn't try to run you over?

Because the bad guys hate you more.

I'll see you tomorrow morning. We'll get back on that van.

All right. Where you going? It's early.

I'm gonna go see Robbie,

take him that football you had Troy Aikman autograph for you.

Always glad to help a Cowboy fan.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Why'd you try to kill me?

I was only trying to take a shot at the million dollars.

What million dollars?

That's the bounty on your head.

TRIVETTE: Don't give me that crap.

You said somebody put a contract out on Walker. Who put it out?

I told you, I don't know. I just heard it, that's all.

You just... Take off the hat.

You just heard it?

Yeah.

But you don't know who put it out?

Don't play with me, Klein. You heard about it somewhere.

KLEIN: In a pool hall.

TRIVETTE: In a pool hall.

Okay.

So if everything goes right and you kill Walker, then what?

Then I'm in Hawaii, surrounded by hula dancers.

TRIVETTE: Don't you see the gap here?

How are you supposed to get paid

if you don't know who put out the contract?

Word is, you can prove it, you'd be contacted and paid.

And how did you intend to prove it?

I was gonna give them Walker's badge and the bloody knife.

You son of a... Easy, easy, Trivette.

Easy, easy.

Did you hear anything in the pool hall

about a stolen van yesterday?

Would you...? Forget about the van.

He's saying somebody's trying to kill you.

That's their problem. I asked you a question.

I don't know anything about a stolen van.

You better not be lying to me.

Yeah.

If it's that important to you, I'd try and cut myself a deal.

I don't know anything about a stolen van,

but maybe we could deal on a woman that smuggles parrots.

Easy, easy, easy. Easy.

Wow, is it really his signature?

Yep. You can ask him yourself on Sunday.

Sunday?

I got two tickets to the game. You wanna go?

Can I, Mom? Please?

Sure. And I'm jealous.

Well, I just stopped by to drop the football off.

Okay, bye, Ranger Walker.

Bye-bye, pal. Thanks.

I'll see you Sunday. Yeah.

Okay.

You've been terrific.

Well, he's a terrific kid.

Yeah. Anything new on the van?

Well, not yet, but we'll find it.

Thank you for everything.

My pleasure.

All right, I've been going over this list of people

who might want you dead. It's a big list, man.

But I think we can narrow it down

by eliminating everybody who can't afford

the million-dollar price tag.

Mm-hm.

So I say we hit the streets,

rattle some cages and see what jumps out.

Later.

Later? Why later?

Because the longer that van's missing,

the less chance we have of getting it back.

Walker, I realize that getting the kid's van back

is important to you.

No, it's important to him.

Yeah, but half of Dallas is out there gunning for you.

You think we should deal with this first?

Nope.

Man, I think you should lay low for a while.

Forget it, Trivette.

We're going to Mark Burnette's house to talk to his parents

and see who he was running around with.

Mrs. Burnette.

How dare you come here?

I'm very sorry about what happened to your son.

Please, spare me. You shot him, for God's sakes.

It was the last thing I wanted to do.

Oh, is that right?

Yes, ma'am.

I have nothing to say to you.

WALKER: Could I talk to your husband?

My husband died many years ago.

And now my son's dead too, thanks to you.

Are you mad enough at Ranger Walker

that you wanna see him dead, Mrs. Burnette?

No. I'm a Christian.

But I'm a long way from forgiveness.

Now, please just go.

Well, from the looks of this place,

she could afford a million-dollar contract.

She wouldn't know how to put a contract out.

She's upset, but who can blame her?

Wait. Don't go.

I was inside. I heard.

Please don't be too mad at Mom.

What's your name?

Rita. Mark is...

Was my brother.

I just want you to know I don't blame you

for what happened to Mark.

I appreciate that.

Mom let him have his way with everything.

Even after he was busted for selling drugs,

she still cut him a lot of slack.

Do you know who your brother's friends were?

Well, he didn't have many.

Not nice ones, anyways.

Well, we're kind of looking for the bad ones.

Well, the only one I ever met was Chico.

He and Mark used to go down to Mexico a lot,

probably for drugs.

Does Chico have a last name?

Never heard it.

He's a big guy with a scar across his forehead.

Mark said it was from a bottle of tequila.

Do you know where we can find him?

No, I'm sorry.

But I hope you bust the guys that got Mark into this.

Thank you.

Thanks, Rita.

( mysterious theme playing)

Hey, uh, I got that, uh, chandelier you ordered.

Oh.

Cobalt. Morning.

Oh, Trivette, man.

What a pleasant surprise. Long time no see.

Not long enough, huh?

What you got in the crate?

Oh, nothing. Just a little cheap old cut glass chandelier.

I'm trying to make 20 bucks off of it,

selling to this guy in the shop here.

The crate is worth more than that, Cobalt.

Walker. Don't stand close to it, please, okay?

I wanna know about a carjacking ring

that stole a specially built van

for the handicapped two days ago.

Would you just please keep away from my crate, huh?

Let me guess.

Since every lowlife in Dallas is aiming lightning at Walker,

you don't want him standing next to this merchandise

when the thunder claps.

Yeah, something like that.

So why don't you tell me who put out the contract?

The carjacking ring?

Walker... Don't know a thing about

no carjacking ring because that's a violent thing.

I'm not into that stuff.

So can you just keep away from my crate?

Do you know a guy named Chico?

No. A little farther away?

Who put out the contract?

He had a big scar on his forehead.

That'd be Chico Gonzales. Yeah, real bad actor. Real bad guy.

I'm only gonna ask you one more time.

Can we deal with one thing at a time?

You know where Chico hangs out?

Hell, I don't know. Around.

Can we continue this discussion on the other side of the alley?

I know what this is.

This is the chandelier from the heist

at the governor's mansion last week.

Hey, no way.

Who put out the contract?

Frank Sandreen. Uh, that's a maybe.

Everybody thinks it's him. Nobody knows for sure.

Excuse me.

Frank Sandreen?

Yeah, don't tell him I told you, okay?

Well, you busted half of his drug operation last month.

That would make sense.

Who does Chico run around with?

Uh, a guy named Elwood Trask.

Last I heard, they're running black market

contraband out of Mexico.

Where can I find this Trask?

Same place. Around. Would you guys do me a really big favor

and just stay away from my truck, okay?

( suspenseful theme playing)

This is starting to get old.

So, what are we gonna do now?

I'm gonna go see Sandreen.

I'd like for you to check with all the dealerships in town.

See if anyone bought a window that would fit the stolen van.

You got it.

Hey, careful with Sandreen.

Right.

You again.

Now you're beginning to tick me off.

I got greedy. I should've brought more help.

Who sent you? Hey, I work for my own account.

Was it Frank Sandreen?

Name rings a bell, but it really doesn't matter.

Why?

Because by this time next week,

I'll be onto a new job, in Fiji.

Did I fail to mention you're under arrest?

Arrest away, Ranger.

By the time I come to trial, you won't be alive to testify.

Right.

I don't know how much you're paying these boys, Frank,

but it's too much.

Walker, Walker, Walker.

Don't you ever get tired of harassing me?

I'm not here to harass you.

I'm here to threaten your life.

Come again?

Call it off, Frank.

It's beginning to irritate me.

I'm not following you.

One more attempt on my life, and I'm coming after you.

Oh, the contract.

So that's what all this is about.

You're talking to the wrong man.

I didn't put the contract out on you, Walker.

I heard about it.

As a matter of fact, it troubled me.

If you're assassinated,

everyone will assume that I'm behind it.

After that unpleasantness last month

with my pharmaceutical division,

I don't need the heat.

Then who did?

I honestly don't know.

(scoffs)

There's not an honest bone in your body, Frank.

And nothing goes down in this town

without you knowing about it.

I really don't know who the principal is.

But I do have an idea

who put the word on the street.

Who?

An attorney I use on several occasions.

Milo Crane.

Nothing like a lawyer with no scruples.

Fortunately, there's no shortage of them.

But you don't know who his client is?

No. Milo handles anything that pays well.

Could be anybody.

Well, I believe you, for now.

Well, that's a first.

What do you know about the carjacking business?

Your welcome's wearing a little thin, Walker.

How old is your son, Frank? About 12 years old?

What does my family have to do with this?

A couple of nights ago, two clowns stole a van.

A special van,

built for a handicapped little boy

about your son's age.

I want it back.

Carjacking?

That's bad business.

No volume, high-percentage risk,

and you can't swallow the evidence.

You have any names?

Chico Gonzales and Elwood Trask.

Chico's a real psycho. I'm surprised he's still alive.

Last I heard, he was running big-screen TVs into Mexico.

Elwood Trask is a bad boy out of Chicago.

Who's he connected to? MAN: I don't know.

He used to run trucks for some local company,

for a guy named Finch, I believe,

but I heard that didn't last long.

I appreciate it.

Oh, be sure to apologize to my staff on your way out.

Yeah, sure.

Mr. Suthers. Mr. Suthers, please, a couple of questions.

You were brilliant, Milo.

That sob story for the jury,

it even brought tears to my eyes.

Well, I hope when you get my bill,

you're still smiling, Mr. Silk.

It won't take a moment of your time...

(reporters chattering)

Hey, what the hell are you doing?

Who you fronting for, Milo?

I beg your pardon.

Who put the million-dollar contract out on me?

What are you talking about?

The word on the street is you're the middle man.

The word on the street is that Elvis Presley's alive.

The only stonewalling you're gonna do is head-first into one.

Now, who's your client?

Take your hands off me

or I'll have your department's budget in my bank account

by noon tomorrow.

And how you gonna spend it with tubes running up your nose?

What's going on?

Tell your client to back off.

Ranger life has obviously made you paranoid, Walker.

You need some time off.

Ooh.

What was that all about?

I was just trying to shake a rat out of a weasel.

Any word on that van window?

No, but I have about three more places to check.

I think I've got a lead.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Now, it's got to be here somewhere.

My filing system leaves a lot to be desired.

Here it is.

Yep, Elwood Trask.

He drove for me for two months.

Had to can him. He was drunk, unreliable.

Got in a couple of fender-benders.

How long ago was that?

Seven months.

Got any address on him?

Yeah, a hotel out on the highway.

I doubt that he's still there.

What do you guys want him for, anyway?

We wanna talk to him in connection with a carjacking.

Yeah, sounds like him.

Sorry I can't be more help.

Have you ever heard of a guy named Chico Gonzales?

Chico Gonzales?

WALKER: Yeah, a big guy with a scar on his forehead?

Can't say that I have.

Thanks for your time.

Sure. Anytime.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(engine starts)

(saw buzzing)

Everything's set up for tomorrow night.

That could be too late, Chico. It's getting hot.

That's the way it's gotta be.

My cousin's only working the Aduana checkpoint

from 8 to midnight.

That means we gotta roll

no later than 3:00 tomorrow afternoon.

But after that, we shut down a while.

Walker's getting too close.

Oh, I'd like to get close to Walker.

I'd pay him back for blowing Mark away,

and make a million bucks doing it.

Hurry up, Trask.

I need these loads buttoned up by midnight.

Hell, that's not the worst of it.

I just bought a private suite for next year's Rangers games.

But you think there's gonna be a '95 baseball season?

I doubt it. I heard about it last year

and sold my interest in the Rangers.

Oh, thanks a lot, Harper. You could've told me.

Now, why would I tell you, J.P.?

Did you tell me last year when you changed contractors

on your restaurant chain? You cost me a bundle.

But, Harper, if you'd sell your cement

by the bag instead of the ounce...

You gentlemen will have to continue

this fascinating discussion without me.

BOTH: Good night, Milo.

HARPER: The next time a deal comes up,

you give me a call. I will make you a...

J.P.: I didn't take you to...

Hey, what...? Keep driving.

Both hands on the wheel.

I wanna talk to you about the contract on Ranger Walker.

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

I'm not here to play games.

The contract's been out for three days

and nobody's even come close.

Now the department's been mobilized

to watch Walker's back.

If your man wants results,

it's time you turned to a pro.

A pro, huh? And that's you?

Well, that's interesting.

You have a gun in my neck.

You also have a tape recorder in your pocket?

I'm on the inside.

I know Walker. I know his moves. I can deliver him.

Just what did you wanna say about this, mister?

No, now it's your turn.

Once I hit Walker,

what assurance do I have that I'll be paid?

I have no idea.

I said, how do I know I'll be paid?

Hey, uh,

I'm an attorney with a gun in his neck.

As that attorney, my guess is that

nobody gets paid for a piece of work

till he shows he's done that piece of work.

I can name the time, place, caliber of the bullet.

That should be very interesting to someone who was interested.

Walker has to testify

at a sentencing hearing tomorrow morning.

He'll be walking down the courthouse steps

after the noon recess. I'll hit him then.

Thirty-thirty.

Hell, I'll even leave the empty shell casing.

Now, do we have a deal?

My friend,

if I ever hear of anyone who wants anyone killed,

you're the person I'll call.

I'll call your office once the hit is done.

I'll use the name Mr. Prudhomme.

We'll arrange for a meeting and the payoff.

Let me off at the next corner.

What did you mean, you're on the inside?

Texas Ranger.

Retirement will look a hell of a lot better

with a million bucks in the bank.

I'll make the hit for you,

but if you don't pay off, you're next.

( ominous theme playing)

Oh!

( ominous theme playing)

(all shouting indistinctly)

Somebody get an ambulance!

( dramatic theme playing)

WOMAN (on TV): Other than a thirty-thirty shell

found on a rooftop adjacent to the courthouse,

there are no leads.

Speculation is that it was an underworld hit,

but at this point, nobody really knows.

One thing is certain.

At noon today,

one of Texas' finest Rangers passed away.

He did it, that son of a gun.

(intercom beeps)

WOMAN (on intercom): There's a Mr. Prudhomme on line one.

Mr. Prudhomme, you're a man of your word.

All that's left is where and when.

It'll take me a couple of hours to get the wherewithal.

I'll meet you at the south side of Crockett Park at 4:00.

I'll be there.

The trap has been set. Good work, Lou.

Well, it's not over yet, Walker.

He's right. We have to get the man behind this.

Well, we'll be there when Milo makes the payoff.

You can't believe how long I have waited

to nail Milo Crane.

Looking pretty fit for a dead man.

I feel pretty fit.

You should've seen that paramedic's face

when Walker sat up and showed him

that blood bag under his shirt.

(both laughing)

LOU: Yeah, I was nervous as hell.

Even though I knew I was firing a blank,

it's just the thought of aiming at a fellow Ranger.

What about that van window?

TRIVETTE: Yeah, last dealership I checked

sold a rear window for that model

yesterday morning. To who?

Our old friend Finch's Trucking Company.

Finch, huh?

(chuckles)

Let's go.

Excuse me. Don't you think you're forgetting something?

What?

You're gonna take down Milo Crane in three hours.

We'll be there.

"We'll be there."

I trust you saw the news?

Oh, hundreds would be just fine.

Where would you like to meet?

I'll see you there in a half hour.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Okay.

Look, follow me so there's no slip-ups, all right?

Just in case, this is where we're heading.

Five miles apart, no speeding.

Right?

(engine starts)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(siren wailing)

Texas Rangers. Move! Get out of that truck.

Adolph, out of the rig. Let's go.

Hey, pal, you better move!

Hands against there.

Come on, come on, come on.

Out of there.

Are you Trask?

Yeah, I am.

(grunts)

Oof!

Hold it, Finch.

Hit the deck. Now!

MILO: Well, I hope you're satisfied.

I'm ecstatic, Mr. Crane.

There's a million in here,

and 100,000 for making the arrangements.

May I ask one question?

Of course.

How does someone like you

get involved in something like this?

Walker first harassed, then killed someone very close to me.

A young man that had his whole life in front of him.

Now, he, uh... He made some mistakes,

but he didn't deserve to die.

Now it's settled.

You carry a mean grudge.

I've studied the great masters, Mr. Crane.

And as a student of Eastern philosophies,

I have learned that retribution

is the only way to cleanse the soul.

And I have learned never to leave a witness.

Aah!

( ominous theme playing)

(sighs)

Trivette, is this the van?

Yes, it's the Robbie-mobile.

Hot diggity dog.

It's all been worth it, then. Good.

So now can we go get the payoff?

You bet, buddy. Let's go.

TRIVETTE: What happened?

It's been an hour. He didn't show.

Well, maybe he stiffed you.

No, I didn't leave him that kind of wiggle room.

(cell phone rings) Yeah?

Alex.

Yeah?

So how'd it go?

It went great. We captured the whole bunch.

Milo Crane didn't show up, though.

He's not going to, Walker.

What do you mean?

Some joggers found his body at Lake Cliff Park

about 20 minutes ago.

Whoever put the contract out on you killed the middleman

and severed all ties to his complicity.

That means we're back to square one.

Well, not exactly.

You asked me to run a computer check of Milo's court cases?

Yeah.

You'll never guess what name popped up.

(doorbell rings)

Ranger Walker?

Surprised to see me alive, Mrs. Burnette?

Well, yes. The news, it...

I know what the news said.

You know Milo Crane, Mrs. Burnette?

RITA: Well, yes, of course I do.

His firm defended Mark two years ago

when Ranger Walker arrested him.

Why did you hire him? RITA: I didn't hire him.

My brother took care of all that. What is all this about?

Who's your brother?

Harper Ridland. Why?

The developer? RITA: Yes. Why?

Who's that?

He built half of Dallas.

When your son was arrested, did you call your brother?

Yes, of course I did. I don't know about these things.

Who else would I call?

I don't know what I would've done without Harper

after my husband died.

I mean, he's been supporting us, but more than that,

he was like a father to Mark.

They were so close. It broke his heart when you...

When Mark was killed.

Sorry to have bothered you.

Trivette, this is something I have to do alone.

(door closes)

(door opens)

(door closes)

Your bodyguard is resting comfortably.

You should've stuck to building bridges, Ridland.

You're under arrest.

You're still alive.

Mr. Walker,

I have studied with the grand masters.

And as a student of Eastern philosophy,

I think it's important that the people that I have to kill

know that retribution

is the only way to cleanse the soul.

And by the way, I've never lost a fight.

There's always a first time.

( tense theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

(chuckles)

You're good.

Glad you like it.

But not that good.

(grunts)

( ominous theme playing)

You son of a...

Kill me, damn it!

That'd be way too easy, Ridland.

(country music playing over speaker)

Now, don't get nervous, Robbie. Now, this is for the big one.

Don't get nervous.

Oh, dad-gum it, you beat me again.

That's three in a row.

Well, you're too tough for me.

I can't believe

we are actually going to see the Cowboys game tomorrow.

You bet. I'm gonna pick you up at noon.

Okay.

All right, Robbie, it's time to go now.

Why don't you go thank Ranger Trivette?

Bye. See you tomorrow. Okay, Robbie.

Okay.

The words seem so inadequate but...

thank you.

It was my pleasure.

ALEX: Harper Ridland confessed

and has been charged with the murder of Milo Crane

and conspiracy to contract the murder of a police officer.

Well, any man ought to know that Cordell won't go easy,

no matter what you pay.

I'm just glad it's over,

because my wardrobe can't take much more of this.

(sighs)

Today's been longer than a rainy weekend.

I'm gonna call it a night.

Me too.

See you. Bye.

Well,

I guess it's just the two of us. Yeah.

Alex, did I ever tell you about the time

when the mob tried to kill me?

Once or twice.

TRIVETTE: So how's it feel?

What?

Not having to look over your shoulder anymore.

Who was looking over their shoulder?

(truck backfires)

What the devil are you doing?

Well, where is it written that everyone in Dallas

knows there's no more contract out on you?

( comic theme playing) (Resync by Chuck)

( upbeat theme playing)