Original subtitles

( mellow theme playing)

(chattering) (Resync by Chuck)

C.D.: Well, I'm glad we could get back down here

and serve these folks, Cordell.

Yeah, I know what you mean, C.D.

How you doing, friend?

Oh, well, I can't complain.

(chuckles)

Hey, C.D.

Well, I missed you down here last time, Doc.

Well, sometimes I don't remember so good.

I'm glad you remembered tonight. Oh, I sure did remember tonight.

I got this famous stew here tonight. Woo!

Let me see your plate. Mmm, all right.

Give me some of that. That sure look good.

It is. And I am hungry too.

There we go.

Thank you, C.D.

How about some carrots there, sir?

Oh, thank you, yeah.

There you are. Take care. Thank you, my friend.

You call him "Doc"?

Yeah, I don't know what his name is.

Just call him Doc.

Got a lot of guts to be out on the street.

I sure feel sorry

for these folks down here, Cordell.

Too bad the politicians don't.

Yeah.

( ominous theme playing)

What are you doing?

Waiting for you, old man.

Got yourself some dinner there?

What? Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What are you...? Help!

Help! Wait a minute. Stop. Help! Help!

BOY: Come on. You like that?

(grunting, boys laughing)

BOY 1: Damn. Good, good.

Oh, help. Come on.

Help! Help me! Help!

BOY 2: Come on. Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Help!

Help, my God, please. They're... They're killing him.

Who? Where?

Out there in the alley, please.

Take it easy, ma'am. Please.

(footsteps racing)

(tires squealing)

Look out!

(gunshot)

(grunting)

C.D., call an ambulance.

Just take it easy. Take it easy.

He's hurt, so watch him.

Oh, my God, Mark.

Take a right. MAN: Right here.

You go down there.

(car starts)

(tires squealing)

( dramatic theme playing)

(horns honking)

Come on, Pete, drive, drive.

Hurry up, man. I'm driving.

I can't get a read on the license plate.

I'll try to get closer.

Watch it. Faster, Pete, come on.

(sniffs)

( light rock action theme playing)

♪ In the eyes of a Ranger ♪

♪ The unsuspecting stranger ♪

♪ Had better know the truth ♪

♪ Of wrong from right ♪

♪ 'Cause the eyes Of the Ranger ♪

♪ Are upon you ♪

♪ Any wrong you do He's gonna see ♪

♪ When you're in Texas Look behind you ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where The Ranger's gonna be ♪

PETE: Is he gone? JASON: Yeah.

Well, all right. (whooping, laughter)

(sighs) Yeah.

Woo!

They had guns. Must have been cops.

All they saw was taillights and exhaust, Allen.

Chill out, man.

No, there was an old lady, saw Jason's face.

Some old rummy pushing a cart. What's she gonna remember, huh?

Whew!

Yes. Yeah.

(laughter)

WOMAN (over radio): All units, clear for a 148-19.

(speech continues indistinctly over radio)

Unit 2, he's at Third and Western.

Did anyone see anything?

That old lady did.

They had masks on.

Think it was a street gang?

Well, if it was, it was a rich one.

How is he?

Beat up pretty bad.

Why would anyone wanna do something like that?

Well, it's been happening down here pretty frequently,

and people are just too scared to talk.

If they don't tell us what happened,

how are we supposed to help 'em, C.D.?

That's a damn good question, Jimmy.

This is a mean street.

Can't apply logic when people are scared like this.

Let's take a look in the alley.

( somber theme playing)

( upbeat rock theme playing)

Hey, check this out.

The guy winged us.

Ah, no sweat. I'll fix it myself. Come on.

(pop music with vocals playing)

We're back. Hi, baby.

Hi.

You got two calls from your father.

London? Rome.

PETE: Well, he can just send me a postcard.

Look at you. Mm! Woo-hoo!

Oh, yeah.

Hey, don't forget to save some of this for me.

All right. My man Pete up at bat.

(sniffs)

You got the tape, Jas? Yes, I do.

All right, let's punch it in, huh?

Let's go. WOMAN: It's great, I know.

(women giggling)

Oh, this stuff is great. Come on.

(woman sighs) WOMAN: Mmm-mmm-mmm.

WOMAN 1: Come on. WOMAN 2: You going?

I've seen a lot of things in this job, Walker,

but this gets to you.

It's something you never get used to.

You mean nothing's being done to get people off the street.

That's about the size of it.

Shine your light down here.

TRIVETTE: Shoe print, herringbone pattern.

What is that, a sphere?

Athletic shoe. New sole.

Doesn't look like anything a homeless person would wear.

Think you can get anything off of it?

Yeah, I'll try.

Okay, why don't you finish up here?

I'm gonna go check on that old man at the hospital.

(laughter) DAN: Great.

Hold on. I gotta rewind it.

(sighs)

Come on.

PETE: Here we go, boys.

Come on. Where is it? (indistinct speech over TV)

There it is. There it is. And here it comes.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah, he's tagging him.

You're the man, Pete, yeah.

(laughing): Oh, yes.

(grunting over TV)

JASON: Is that me?

DAN: Oh, yeah. He's going down!

Pete, you're the man.

Yes, you are the man. No, you.

DAN: Oh, what a loser.

( dramatic theme playing)

DOCTOR 1: Six hundred.

All right, clear. (grunts)

Stay on 200. DOCTOR 2: Ready.

DOCTOR 1: Clear.

DOCTOR 2: Pump him again. DOCTOR 1: Ready.

DOCTOR 2: Clear.

(EKG flatlining)

No.

He's flatlined.

( somber theme playing)

DOCTOR 1: All right, we're gonna call it.

WOMAN (over PA): 3-1-1, paging Dr. Jones.

3-1-1.

Hey, look, you can't bring that in here.

No panhandling allowed.

I am looking for somebody.

Keep your voice down.

Miss, miss, it's okay. I know her.

I'm sorry about that.

I'm used to it.

You're that Ranger from the mission.

They brought Mark in here, didn't they?

Mark, is that his name?

Uh-huh.

What's his last name?

I know him from the park. He likes to feed the pigeons.

Somebody ought to be looking after him.

W-what is your name?

(sighs)

Well, who are you, Joe Friday?

You gonna give me a parking ticket?

How's he doing?

Um... I'm afraid he didn't make it.

I'm sorry.

Oh...

Yeah, well...

"Sorry" don't feed the bulldog. (phone rings)

Yes, he is. Just a moment.

Ranger Walker, you have a phone call.

Wait here. I'd like to talk to you.

Walker.

ALEX: Walker, Jimmy filled me in,

so I talked to Dallas P.D.

There's no ongoing investigation into any assaults in that area.

What about police reports?

Just the usual for skid row.

Nothing like what Jimmy described.

Men in ski masks driving expensive cars.

You mean no reports were taken?

Things fall through the cracks.

I mean, some go into an inactive file

if there's no leads or suspects.

It's not that the police don't care,

it's just that their time is better spent

on cases with solid leads.

Well, maybe a homicide will get their attention.

The victim died?

Yeah.

( ominous theme playing)

Walker?

I'll call you back.

Where'd that lady go?

She left.

(indistinct speech)

Hey, Walker, you're not gonna believe this.

I'm online with the sneaker detective.

Sneaker detective?

Yeah, U.S. attorney in Phoenix turned me onto him.

They nailed a Mob hit man

with this guy's testimony last year.

He's known as "the Sherlock Holmes of soles."

Did you find out anything?

Yeah, try this.

The print pattern is unique to an athletic shoe

made by a company in London.

But I gotta tell you,

American-made is the way to go on this one, if you ask me.

You're the expert, huh?

You gotta treat your feet right.

How much would they spend

for a pair of tennis shoes like this?

Hundred, 150.

A hundred and fifty dollars?

Yeah.

What about distribution?

I'm working on it.

Now, look,

they're made with hand-carved molds,

so each one's slightly different from the other.

I'm having transparencies sent

so I can place them over the shoe print

until I get a match.

How about the bag lady?

I didn't even get her name.

But you think she knows more than she told you?

Yeah, I'm sure of it.

You keep on this. I'm gonna see if I can find her.

All right.

( melancholy theme playing)

Be careful. Right.

(woman shouts indistinctly)

(man speaking Spanish)

(indistinct speech)

(laughter)

♪ It has not always been That nice... ♪

MAN: That was very nice.

(man coughs)

Got a little agitated.

I've been looking everywhere for you.

Why didn't you wait?

I had important business to take care of.

More important than Mark's death?

Murder, you mean. He was murdered.

Look, I want you to tell me your name this time.

Princess Diana, but you can call me Joelle.

Joelle,

I want you to tell me everything you know about the beatings.

Well, it started about three months ago.

Everybody down here knows about it.

So do the cops.

They don't care.

Well, they do care.

No, they don't. They don't.

They're not interested in people like me and Mark.

Well, I'm not gonna argue with you.

Did you recognize any of these guys?

Look, I don't wanna get involved.

Well, you are involved, whether you like it or not.

Joelle, these guys aren't gonna stop.

Now, you say no one wants to help,

but I do.

But I can't do it alone.

Okay.

I think I saw one of the guy's faces.

His mask came off when they...

They were beating Mark.

And one of them had a camera,

like he was recording the whole thing.

You think you could identify him?

Maybe. I don't know. It all happened so fast.

Do you know any of the others that were beaten?

One, yeah.

He's my friend, Jack.

I think he could remember the license plate.

Let's go find him.

Well, you gotta bring me back here

because my shopping cart is stashed around here, all right?

Okay, all right, I will. Let's go.

♪ Nobody... ♪

MAN 1: Okay, just put it right over there.

Don't mixed it with my stuff. MAN 2: I seen her last week.

WOMAN: But I ain't seen her in a long time.

MAN 3: Raoul.

(man speaking Spanish)

Everybody down here has a routine.

Same haunts.

They make the same rounds,

same time of day.

( ominous theme playing)

Hey, oh, no. I heard about you folks.

You stay... Stay back there or I'll shoot.

PETE: Go ahead, do it. (gun cocks)

(gunshot)

Wait here.

(gun clicking)

PETE: You gonna shoot me, man?

(indistinct shouting)

(grunting)

No, no, no.

(grunting)

DAN: All right, come on. Come on.

JASON: Let's get outta here.

(whimpering)

Don't move, don't move. It's gonna be all right.

(clattering)

D-d-don't shoot.

Come out of there. Come on.

(indistinct speech over radio)

You say that was his gun?

He tried to shoot at them. I don't see any blood.

MAN: Well, he was shaking like a leaf.

He was too scared to hit anything.

And you didn't see their faces?

I told you, they were wearing ski masks.

Come down and make a statement.

I already made a statement.

Well, when we get there, you can give us another one.

And you're sure one of the guys was using a video camera?

As sure as I'm standing here.

( somber theme playing)

(sighs)

Well, it's gotta be the same bunch.

'Course it's them. That's what I've been trying to tell you.

Okay, let's get outta here.

( upbeat rock theme playing)

Come on, Pete, you can do it.

(cheering)

DAN: Come on, Pete.

Yeah, you got three minutes, 40 seconds.

All right, you're the man. (laughs)

Woo!

What's the matter, Al?

Your trust-fund check bounce?

(all laughing)

We need to talk, Pete.

Alone.

Well, sure.

Always time for a friend.

Wow.

What's so important?

I want out. (laughing)

(sighs)

Listen, I won't say anything to anyone.

I just can't take the pressure anymore.

It's not just for laughs.

That guy the other night died.

So, uh, the stakes are raised

and you want out 'cause we pushed the envelope a little?

Envelope?

Someone's gonna catch on, Pete.

(sighs)

Well, I think everybody's got a right to hear this.

Hey, over here. I want you to see this.

It seems, uh, our friend Allen here

wants out of the group.

DAN: What's up with that? JASON: What's the deal, Allen?

I just wanted you all to see my response.

Allen,

you've been a good friend,

so if you want out, well,

no hard feelings, all right?

No, serious, no hard feelings. I'm serious.

Shake his hand.

Come on.

You want out, you're out.

( dramatic theme playing)

Whoa!

JASON: Stop it. What are you doing?

DAN: Come on, Pete. JASON: Hey.

WOMAN: Wait a minute. DAN: Come on.

(Allen grunting)

WOMAN: Let him up, Pete.

Come on, he didn't do anything that bad. What are...?

DAN: What are you doing? WOMAN: Stop it.

You know too much, Allen.

This is the only way out, all right?

I'm in, okay?

Come on, get off of him.

He got the point.

Good, Allen. That's what I like to hear.

(coughing)

What's wrong, Pete?

I've never seen you like this before.

(panting)

Well, I'm just fed up, that's all.

You know what I just found out?

My Dad just gave another half a million

to some do-gooder mission down on skid row.

Can you imagine that?

Like he hadn't

given away enough of my inheritance already.

Well, come on, Al,

give us a big smile, okay?

Back in the group.

(chuckles)

(country music playing over radio)

The usual, C.D.

♪ I'm the one ♪

♪ That made you crazy ♪

♪ She's the kind of girl... ♪

Jimmy, will you quit bringing that damn health food in here?

Some of these people may think I'm serving bad grub.

Well, maybe you oughta get some health food on the menu,

attract a new customer.

Jimmy, we serve chili and beer,

not too-fu and goat milk.

Will you get my milk and cookies, please?

In just a minute.

C.D., Trivette. Hey.

I want you to meet Joelle.

Nice to see you again.

Nice to see you too.

How do you do?

You hungry?

How would you like some of the world's best pot roast?

Oh, that sounds good.

Well, it's better than good.

Can I talk to you? Yeah.

WALKER: What have you got?

TRIVETTE: The homicide victim's name was Mark Ambros,

67 years old.

He was released from a mental institution

six years ago, when they had those health-care cutbacks.

Family unknown.

Lived the last years of his life in the gutter.

And he died there.

Here we go.

(sniffs) Oh,

let's see if this tastes as good as it smells.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

(sighs)

Jimmy, you ever see anyone react that way to a carrot?

Maybe...

Maybe it needs just a pinch of thyme.

You think so?

Yeah, I... I think so.

Yes, ma'am.

Yep.

This is a list of the distributors

for those athletic shoes in the Southwest.

I cross-referenced the metroplex

and narrowed it to five possibles.

And no guarantee that they were even brought there.

Not now, but it's building the case.

So far the only connection with the victims

is that they're homeless

and the attacks seem to all have been random.

And they were all videotaped.

Yeah.

What kind of people would do that?

Sick people.

What, for a rush? For kicks?

Right, I'm gonna canvass the distributors.

Where do you wanna go from there?

Well, we can't get them to come to us,

so we'll go to them.

There we go. We're gonna go home and get something to eat.

You're a nice dog with nice hair.

Hey, old man, don't you go giving that dog fleas.

Hey, man, we're talking to you.

My girlfriend wants a dog.

He's all I got.

Hand him over.

Give him back his dog.

Say what?

I said, give him back his dog.

Come and get him.

Give me the dog.

Here's your dog.

Thanks, mister.

I don't even know your name.

Doesn't matter.

Well, from now on, I'm gonna call you Angel.

(dog yips)

MAN: Yeah, we need some more over here if we got it.

MAN: That's my blanket. Get your hands off my blanket.

So how long you been down on your luck, Angel?

Just a few weeks.

As soon as I find a job I'll get back on my feet.

That's just what I thought eight years ago.

Eight years ago?

And counting. And then it was only part-time work.

Once you end up down here, it's hard to get out.

Before Nam, I thought my future was all set.

Never got on track once I got back.

You were there. Nam.

MAN 2: Yes. Come on, give me a pull on that.

I heard something about a gang beating people up around here.

You don't have anything to worry about,

the way you handle yourself.

You heard about it, then?

Everyone knows to sleep with one eye open.

Does anyone know who they are?

(dog yips)

Here, have some of my famous potato soup.

Oh.

Mmm, it's good. You bet.

And after dinner, I got a couple of fine cigar butts

I liberated from the hotel lobby

before they gave me the old heave-ho.

I don't smoke.

That's okay. Nonsmokers don't bother me a bit.

(ringing)

I'll get back to you on that this afternoon.

Okay, Alex. Thank you, Alex.

Alex Cahill.

Miss Alex Cahill,

the assistant district attorney, right?

Yes, it is. What can I do for you?

Yeah, listen, I know who's been beating up

those homeless people.

Who are you?

I need to know my options first.

If I testify against them, can I get immunity?

Well, that depends on what you've done.

Are you telling me that you're involved in this?

Well, when we started it was just drugs, girls,

and a lot of partying.

Now it's out of hand.

One guy's really losing it.

Well, why don't you come into my office

and we'll see what we can do.

When?

Right now.

No, no.

Tomorrow's the best I can do.

I gotta talk to a lawyer first.

This is Alex Cahill.

I'd like to put a tap on my phone regarding a capital case.

Lady, how about a buck?

Uh, no, I'm sorry.

Come on, lady, just one buck. Come on.

Find out anything?

Well, everyone knows about the attacks, but no one's talking.

Well, I got a call from someone

who says he's part of the gang that's doing the attacks.

Who? Don't know.

Sounded young, didn't give a name.

Said he'd have to think about it and call me back.

You believe him?

He was frightened.

I think he was for real.

I put a trace on my phone in case he does call back.

Good. Thanks for the buck, lady.

Don't spend it all in one place.

Here you go, ma'am.

There you go. Thank you.

This is crazy. One of these bums is bound to know us.

That's what makes it so exciting.

It's all part of the game.

Wouldn't your old man be proud of you now?

God bless you. Same to you.

Jack comes down here and he spends some of his time

under these deserted buildings, see?

What's going on down there?

These guys have been coming down here for weeks,

passing out money.

Thank you. There you go.

Hey, Jo. Come on, get in front. Get some of this money.

Come on.

Here you go.

Here you go.

What are you looking at?

I said, what are you looking at?

Nice shoes.

What? Let's get out of here. Come on.

Give me some of the money. Hey, you wanna give me...?

WOMAN: Give me some. I want some. Give me some money.

MAN: I've had it with these freaks.

That guy really got to you.

Not like I'm gonna get to him.

Did you see the way he looked at me?

There's something wrong about him.

It's like he knew who I was.

Did you see who he was with? It was that old bag lady, man.

The one who saw me when we stomped that guy.

Well, then I say the next thing we gotta do is get rid of her.

That'll take care of two things at once.

There you are. I been looking for you, Jack.

Yeah? Who's this?

He's a friend.

I'd like to talk to you, Jack.

About what?

About the guys that beat you up.

You a cop?

I don't want anything to do with the cops.

I need to know the license plate number of that car.

Forget it.

I don't want to get involved.

JOELLE: Jack, we're already involved.

If you don't help him, he can't help us.

Come on.

I appreciate your help, Joelle.

Hey, I appreciate your caring.

If you don't mind me asking...

how'd you wind up down here?

Years back, I was a chef in Houston.

A nice job in a nice restaurant, and a nice husband.

Two nice little girls.

Everything nice.

No, my daughters, they were much more than nice.

They were sweet, beautiful little girls.

Don't ask why, but I let myself get to a point

where I couldn't face the sunrise without a drink,

and then I'd spend the rest of the day

just hiding the other drinks.

What happened?

Well, I picked my little girls up from school one afternoon

and it was raining and I had a couple of vodkas.

We never made it home.

I spent three weeks in intensive care.

I couldn't even go to my little girls' funeral.

And I pulled through

and I wish every day that I hadn't.

Now I belong down here.

No one belongs down here.

You didn't hear me, friend. I had my chance. I blew it.

Are you sure it's all right for me to sleep here?

It's all set up.

Hey, you're a pretty good guy for a cop.

You're a pretty good gal.

Thanks.

My dad won't be able to donate any more money to this place.

Are you sure about this, Pete?

Yeah, you got a problem with that?

Of course not.

I didn't think so. Okay, start recording.

All right.

Light up. It's cocktail time.

TRIVETTE: Yeah, I got that make you wanted.

Belongs to a Pete Battle. No police record.

Registered to an address in Highland Park.

High rent district.

It sure is. His father's none other than Lane Battle,

one of the most respected men in the city.

MAN: Fire!

There's a fire at the mission on Third.

Call the fire department.

What is it?

My baby's still inside.

Where? On the second floor, apartment 346.

Help him. Please help him.

(child cries)

Michael, we're coming through. Got it.

Come on, let's go!

My baby!

My baby!

Oh, my God! I need a paramedic!

WOMAN: Let me go. My baby. Let me go. My baby.

You okay? You okay? Real good, Angel. Real good.

MAN: I got on a full tank.

Yeah, this is Trivette.

I need a name on whoever lives at 2534 Silver Spur Drive.

That's all right. I already know.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Oh, good shot.

There it goes.

Nothing like a little brandy while

you're sitting by a nice fire.

Burn, baby, burn.

WOMAN: My baby. My baby.

WALKER: I need a paramedic.

WOMAN: Let me go. My baby. Let me go...

Wait a minute.

PETE: It's him, damn it.

Where the hell did he come from?

I don't know. He just showed up out of nowhere.

And where the hell's Allen? He was supposed to be here.

I don't know. I haven't seen him all day.

Well, I don't know about old Al.

I think we might have to shut him up for good.

What do you mean?

Well, if he talks to anyone, we've had it.

And I'm not gonna let that happen.

PETE: But first things first.

To the homeless hero, and his last day on Earth.

Cheers. Hear, hear.

We're gonna make sure.

Come on, we'll get that bum,

and then we'll take care of our friend Al.

Thank you, judge.

Go find Walker and pick up those boys.

Good as done.

Keep your eyes peeled. I want this guy bad.

What if I told you I was a Texas Ranger

and you're under arrest?

Well, that'd be the last thing you ever said.

Wait a minute, he's gonna take my car. Hey, wait a minute!

(horns honking)

(horns honking)

WALKER: You guys okay?

He went that way. Yeah, we're okay, man.

What are you doing, baby?

Taking care of evidence, that's what.

And then I'm out of here.

What about me?

What about you?

You son of a...

Pretty tough, beating up women and the homeless.

Let's see how tough you are in prison.

I'm not going to prison.

Oh, yes, you are.

Now, come on.

Okay, okay, okay.

(coughing)

And with the video and Allen Talast testifying against them,

their prosecution is gonna go off without a hitch.

Couldn't happen to nicer guys.

Or more stupid guys.

Filming their own crime, for crying out loud.

Don't knock it. I wish all my cases were this easy.

I wish there was an easy solution for the homeless.

All that tax money going for the needy all over the world,

why couldn't a little of it drift in this direction?

That's because it's not politically correct.

Mm-mm.

Oh, my goodness, don't you look like a pretty new filly.

Thank you.

Here, here.

Thank you, thank you.

Coffee?

Yeah, yeah.

So how you doing?

Oh, a lot better, thanks to you and C.D.

I really want to thank you for helping.

Everybody on the streets can sleep a little bit easier.

Tell them. Go ahead, tell them.

Um, you are looking at

the new assistant chef at the Line Drive.

Oh, that's terrific, Joelle. Oh, the new sports club.

Well, it's not the Ritz, but it's a start.

Well, that's great.

I couldn't have done it without C.D.

He introduced me to the boss, who gave me a job

and gave me a place to live,

all because of C.D.'s recommendations.

Well, I couldn't have done it unless I believed in you.

Thank you, C.D.

To the Texas Rangers, the best there are.

I'll drink to that.

(Reswig by Chuck)