Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 4, Episode 22 - Deadline - full transcript

Come on.

(screaming)

(shouts indistinctly)

MAN 1: Get down. MAN
2: Hands on the ground.

MAN 1: Don't get up. (coughing)

Get down.

Let's go. I'm talking to you.

MAN 1: Get down! Go look there.

MAN 1: Come on,
take a look over there.

MAN 2: Don't look up!

(alarm ringing)

MAN 1: Don't move.

MAN 2: Let's go.

MAN 3: We're almost done.

MAN 1: Come on. MAN 2: Hurry.

All right.

MAN 1: Move. We're in a hurry.

You got family?

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Don't move a muscle.
MAN 1: Let's move.

(grunts)

C.D.: You know, it's really
173 years instead of 155.

I know. You told me,
just three minutes ago.

It was 1823, not 1840.

That's unofficial.

Seventeen whole years
just thrown away in the trash.

It's a darn tragedy.

Are you making fun of me, lady?

Of course I am.

(both laugh)

Well, there's nothing
as dull as historical trivia

to numb the brain.

Cordell. Jimmy.

C.D.: What bit you guys?

It's been a rough day, C.D.

Jewelry-store heist
in Irving this morning.

Got away with over a
quarter of a million in stones.

I saw that on the TV.

That's a real professional job.

Come on, fellas, let's...
Let's not talk any shop.

Everybody, let's toast
the Texas Rangers.

It's our birthday.

(in unison) Happy birthday.

(phone rings)

C.D.

Oh, no, Charlie, that's
a bunch of baloney.

All right, I'll
take a look at it.

Yeah, much obliged.

With no comment as yet

from the Texas Ranger
commanding officer

on this, the Rangers'
155th anniversary.

That's 173rd.

Could this announcement
be the beginning of the end

for the Texas Rangers?

State Senator Warren Hughes,

head of the Senate's powerful

State Budget Overview Committee,

was asked that very question.

This was his answer:

Today, as part of my downsizing

of government bill,

I am proposing disbanding
the Texas Rangers.

Did you hear what
that yippie said?

"Disband"? Yeah.

I believe it is time,

for tradition to
take a back seat,

to the realities of
modern police work.

Like the dinosaur,
their time has come,

and I think it is time
that they admitted it.

REPORTER: In other news...

This young man is talking

about disbanding
the Texas Rangers.

He's... He's gonna... He's
gonna cut us out, fellas.

( guitar playing light rock)

( 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 ♪

MAN: You are turning into
one beautiful young lady.

Dad, you're embarrassing me.

That is a fact.

It's true, every day you look

more and more like your mother.

No, Dad. Mom, she was beautiful.

I'm just pretty.

(laughs)

So why are you so chipper today?

Hm. No reason.

Hey, come on, daughter.

Father.

You tell me.

I've got a date tonight.

You've got a date?

I do.

This guy named Tony Merritt,

he goes to Saint Sebastian.

He's gonna pick me up tonight,

we're gonna go
out. Isn't that great?

Well, I don't... Well, honey...

Oh, well, Dad. Well, hey...

What, uh... Don't you think
this is a little bit too soon?

Dad, I'm 16, all
the girls are dating.

Honey, you are so young.

Just a second ago,

you said that I was a
beautiful young lady.

That's right.
Beautiful young lady.

Young being the
operative word here.

Can I?

Please, please, Daddy?

I'll tell you what.

I've gotta go. We'll
talk about it later.

Dad. I promise.

Scout's honor.

Okay.

WARREN: I love you.

LINDSEY: I love you too. Bye.

WARREN: Bye.

( sentimental theme playing)

Bye.

Bye.

( dramatic theme playing)

I wish you'd change your
mind about this and testify.

I'm not going to
defend something

that doesn't need
defending, Trivette.

Besides, I've got a
robbery to investigate.

Well, don't go charging
in anywhere without me.

Wouldn't think of it.

All right.

(gavel pounding)

WARREN: This session of
the Budget Overview Committee

of the State of
Texas is now in order.

First order of business today,

and probably for
the rest of the week,

is my proposal to disband
the Texas Rangers.

Acting as counsel
for the Rangers

is Tarrant County
deputy district attorney,

Miss Alex Cahill,

who, no doubt, intends
to make me rue the day

that I ever attacked

such a traditional
state institution.

No doubt.

I have very good reasons

for my convictions
in this matter,

and have the numbers
to back them up.

ALEX: I'm sure you do, senator.

But numbers tell only
one part of the argument.

My rebuttal to your accountants

is the testimony to
the heart and spirit

of the Texas Rangers,

not to mention their
incredible arrest record.

(cheering)

(gavel pounding)

(clears throat)

Very good, Miss Cahill.

You may introduce
your first witness.

I call Ranger James Trivette.

Senator, my partner, Cordell
Walker, isn't here today

because, in his own words,

he feels no need
to defend something

that doesn't need defending.

And I feel the same way.

So I'm not here to argue,

I'm not here to
justify anything.

I'm here to say simply

that I'm proud to
be a Texas Ranger.

And I understand
economic priorities,

but in my estimation,
disbanding the Texas Rangers

is tantamount to
destroying the state's flag.

WARREN: But, Ranger Trivette,

at a yearly savings
of millions of dollars.

(clears throat)

Senator, with all due respect,

you can save millions of dollars

by eliminating the
governor's office,

but you won't do that.

(crowd laughing)

When you prioritize
spending, you cut fat.

You look at our record.

Texas Rangers aren't fat.

They're muscle.

MAN: Yeah.

Hold it. MAN 2: Ready?

MAN 1: Move. MAN 2:
Come on, move, move.

(alarm ringing)

(shouting indistinctly)

MAN 1: Get out of the
smoke. MAN 2: Yeah.

WOMAN (over radio): All cars in the
vicinity of Harold Lane Industrial Park,

robbery in progress at
Wholesale Jewelry Mart.

This is Walker. I'm on it.

(tires squealing)

MAN 1: Let's go.
MAN 2: Go, move.

All right.

MAN 1: Go, let's move.

Law!

( action theme playing)

Let's move them. They're on us.

MAN 1: Move, move. Go, go, go.

(car horn honks)

(horn honks)

MAN 1: Get him. MAN
2: Come on, go, go.

(car horn honks)

( action theme playing)

(shouts indistinctly)

(tires screeching)

Go, go!

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

( action theme playing)

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

MAN 1: Go. MAN 2: Hurry up, man.

MAN 1: Let's go.
MAN 2: Gotta move it.

Freeze.

MAN 1: Get down.

You, out of there.

(grunts)

Hey, hey, wait!

Wait!

Wait!

(groans)

(groaning)

TRIVETTE: What about the driver?

This guy Manny?

Yeah, he's got a long rap sheet,

so he knows the drill.

We have to figure out
a way to get him to talk.

Next.

Uh, next.

(beeps)

WALKER: That's him.

That's our man, Trivette.

Take care of
yourself. Thank you.

Let's get some
coffee, sweetheart.

How did today's
proceedings go, Miss Cahill?

I think it went extremely well.

Why don't you ask the senator?

I'm incensed by this
whole proceeding.

The idea of disbanding
the Texas Rangers is insane.

It's crazy. REPORTER:
Do you have...?

C.D.: I don't have
anything else to say.

REPORTER: You like to
sum up today's session?

Uh, well, not
particularly, Bill.

If I told the truth,

it would seem
like I lost my case

before it even began.

(laugh)

No, in all seriousness,

we had some very, very
impressive witnesses today

and, uh... Well, just honestly,

uh, even I had to be touched

by what they, uh, had to say.

Lindsey. Hi, Daddy.

WARREN: Come here.

How'd you get here?

Oh, Tony dropped me off.

Um, ladies and gentlemen,
I would like to introduce you

to my daughter, Lindsey.

Light of my life.

WOMAN: Oh, very good.

So can I?

How old is this guy?

Eighteen. Eighteen?

What happened to guys your age?

Dad, he is my age.

He's only two
years older than me.

But he is 18.

See, and when you
go out with guys,

especially older
guys, they, uh...

Well, they expect
something from a girl.

What things?

Daughter, you know
darn well what things.

Oh, you mean sex.

Exactly. Sex.

Don't worry, I'm on the pill.

You wanna run that by me again?

I'm just kidding, Dad.

Look, Tony is a nice guy.

I won't let anything
happen unless I want it to.

All right. Okay.

What time's he
gonna pick you up?

Seven. Okay, I want
you home by 7:30.

(gasps)

I'm just kidding, okay?

Thanks.

Come on, let's go. All right.

Let's go, gentlemen.

Fence is gonna be here
at ten to pick up the stones.

REPORTER (on TV):
Senator Hughes, who is trying...

Ten... o'...clock.

Only elite law enforcement
corps in the U.S.,

doesn't have the same
worries on the home front.

With an estate valued
at over $400 million,

the senator doesn't
realize that he might...

Any word on Manny?

WARREN: I would like to introduce
you to my daughter Lindsey.

Light of my life.

REPORTER: The
senator's appointed hearing...

"Light of my life."

state capital report
that the meeting...

Hi, good morning. Hi.

Okay... Hi, Lindsey.
How's it going?

See you on Monday, okay?

So tell me about Tony.

Tony.

(all laugh)

Oh, he is so fine. Oh.

Oh, my God.

Does he have a brother?

No, he doesn't,

but he has these gorgeous eyes.

You stare into
them and it's like:

Oh, beautiful!

Oh! Oh, my God! Help me!

LINDSEY: Somebody!

(shouting)

Somebody help.

(reporters
speaking indistinctly)

REPORTER: Here he comes.

OFFICER: People,
please, come on.

OFFICER: Clear the way,
please. MAN: Here he comes.

REPORTER 1: Senator.

REPORTER 2: Do
you mind if we speak?

REPORTER 3: Can we have a
word? Over here. Senator, over here.

What happened here?

Where's my daughter?

Who in the hell knows
what's going on here?

Senator, if you'd just
come with me for a moment,

sir, just for a moment.

Where is my daughter?

We're doing all we can...

You do better than that!
- -to find your daughter.

Senator, this is Rangers
Walker and Trivette.

I do not want the
Rangers. I want the FBI.

I want 'em here, I want 'em now.

Sir, I'm Special
Agent Samuel Mills...

You find my daughter.
You find her now.

I want my daughter back.
Do you understand that?

Yes, sir. Do you
understand that?!

WARREN: I want her
back. I want her now.

MILLS: Yes, sir.

REPORTER 1: Senator.
REPORTER 2: Senator, please.

WARREN: Not now, no.
REPORTER: Come on, now.

Hey, senator.

Walker. Mills.

Trivette.

I figured you gentlemen'd
be here. What have you got?

Well, these two girls were

with Lindsey when
she got grabbed.

Getting ready to take them
down, do a composite now.

Okay. You keep in touch?

Will do. Thanks.

Let's go, girls.

Like that?

Yeah, it... It was
something like that.

(sighs)

I really can't remember.

I know it's difficult.

But you're doing fine.

Maybe if you think back
to when Lindsey was taken,

something will jar your memory.

Um.

Well, th-this... This
van pulled up and, um...

They... They just
took her and...

He... Um... He...
He was kind of tall.

Um... He didn't
have that much hair.

What about the nose?

I don't know.

I-it wasn't that big.

( dramatic theme playing)

That's too much hair.

Yeah, kind of like that.

This isn't the guy, is it?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, that's him.

Ekert.

That's him?

Yeah.

(whimpering)

(phone rings)

Hello?

EKERT: Afternoon.

I'd like to speak
to Senator Hughes

regarding his daughter, Lindsey.

Are you a reporter?

No, I... I am not a reporter.

I'm the man who's
got his daughter.

Hold, please.

This is Warren Hughes speaking.

I will be brief, senator,
and to the point.

Are you listening?

Yes, I am. Is my
daughter all right?

Have you harmed her?

I want $10 million in
negotiable user bonds.

And you have eight
hours to arrange it, sir.

I understand that. May I
speak to Lindsey, please?

Well, she can't come

to the phone right now.

Why not? What's wrong?

Well, uh,

little Lindsey is
indisposed right now.

Buried alive, actually,
inside a steel box

with a limited supply of oxygen.

My God.

When I get my 10 million,

I'll tell you where she is.

Any sign of police
or FBI and, uh,

your little Lindsey... Quiet.

Well, she stays buried.

All right, senator?

No, don't hang up. Wait.

Couldn't get a fix. He's
masking his cellular.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Daddy says hi.

Sam. MILLS: Walker.

Senator, we've got a lead

on the man that
kidnapped your daughter.

We're gonna do
everything to catch him, sir.

No! No, you don't do anything.

If the man wants $10
million, he will get $10 million.

But don't you do a damn thing

to jeopardize my
daughter's life.

We have a positive
ID on him, sir.

I don't care!

I have lost my wife.

If I lose my daughter,
my life is over.

I will give them every
single thing that I have.

Yes, sir.

( dramatic theme playing)

He doesn't understand
there's an 80 percent chance

that they'll kill her anyway.

What are you gonna do?

Well, he's made it very clear

how he wants us to work.

He hasn't made it clear to me.

(Lindsey crying)

EKERT: Come on. It's gonna
be all right. Shh-shh-shh.

It's gonna be all right.

TRIVETTE: Manny, I wanna know

who was with you in the robbery.

Well, we don't always get
what we want in life, now, do we?

Well, we know what
you're gonna get, Manny.

About 30 years.

Doesn't seem fair,
you going down alone.

Yeah, that's for sure.

What I can't
figure out, Trivette,

is why they left Manny
behind in the first place.

They had plenty of time
to get him into the pickup.

Friends like that,
who needs enemies?

Yeah, you can say that again.

On the other hand,
that's one less person

to count in on the score.

You know, you're
right. I'm sure they were

thinking of that when
they left him behind.

I'm sure.

Would you leave me
behind if I got shot in the foot?

What?

No good friend would
leave his buddy behind.

That's right, man, a
partner's a partner.

Through thick and thin.

Highs and lows. Good and bad.

Yeah. Yeah!

That's what partners are for.

That's what partners
are for. Those bums!

WALKER AND TRIVETTE:
You talking to me?

Yeah.

What do you want, Walker?

An address.

You got it.

Why don't we just waste her,

collect the money, and bail?

Because little Lindsey is
our bargaining chip, okay?

She's our insurance policy.
Everything is falling apart.

Everything we planned
for... No, it is not.

No, it's not.

Damn, Walker. Okay,
we're out of here.

Meet us at Uncle
Troy's. Come on.

( suspenseful,
action theme playing)

Watch it.

(gunshots)

I'll go around back.

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

Let's go!

( action theme playing)

Freeze.

Freeze.

She inside?

No, just missed 'em.

Let's go.

( suspenseful theme playing)

They got a picture
of you on TV, Lyle.

They already know
you kidnapped the girl.

Damn it.

(sighs)

Well, don't you worry
none, Uncle Troy.

We collect on this deal,

I will be long gone.

(muffled cries)

What are you doing?

We're putting in
a tracking device.

WARREN: I don't like this.

I don't like this one bit.

If they find that,
they might kill her.

Senator, if they
renege on their deal,

that's the only
chance we've got.

( dramatic theme playing)

I just want my daughter back.

Come on.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Eyes peeled.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(buzzing)

(buzzing rapidly)

( suspenseful theme playing)

Everything cool?

Dump it.

The feds put a
tracker in the duffle.

Let's roll.

(static from radio)

Walker.

TRIVETTE (over radio):
It's Trivette. Where are you?

I'm going to talk to an
old cellmate of Ekert's,

see if he knows anything.

All right, keep me posted.

Talk to you later.

(tires screeching)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(tires screeching)

OFFICER: It's tracking fine.

Uh, we're still locked in.

OFFICER (over radio):
Alpha Base, this is Beagle One.

We're reading package picked
up and proceeding north on I-45.

All cars wait for
verbal communication

before moving in.

WOMAN (over radio):
We read you, Beagle One.

Package is moving
north on Ida 4-5.

OFFICER: Signal's
still looking real strong.

Heading north.

Dwayne Nichols?

What do you want, Ranger?

I wanna know about Lyle Ekert.

Look, man, I am on parole

and this does not
look good for me.

I'll square it with your boss.

You don't have
anything to worry about.

What do you wanna know?

Did he have family or friends?

Uh, no family.

What about friends?

(scoffs) Not likely.

The only person I ever heard
him mention was an Uncle Troy.

It's not really his uncle,

just a guy who
kind of raised him.

Uh, might be a foster parent.

Uncle Troy.

Did he have a last name?

No, just Uncle Troy.

That's all I know, Ranger.

Okay. Thanks,
Nichols, and good luck.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Oh, please, you're not gonna
put me in there, are you?

Now, now, now.

It is just until
we get ourselves

somewhere far away and safe

with no cops on our tails.

Then we'll call 'em,

and they'll come dig you up.

Please.

It's all right.

It's gonna be all right.

Listen, cross my heart.

(sobs)

Now, you don't want us

to have to force you, do you?

No, no.

There, that's my girl.

Come on now.

(crying)

Easy does it.

Yeah, you see that there?

There's plenty of air.

Nothing to worry about.

I won't be able to stand this.

Hey.

You got to learn
to stand things,

Lindsey darling.

In this lousy old
world, you got to learn.

(sobs)

Please don't do this.

Hey, hey, hey,
next thing you know,

they're gonna be digging you up,

and you're gonna be
home with your daddy.

There you go.

Oh, God, please don't do this.

Please.

Lights out.

LINDSEY: Please.

(Lindsey crying, screaming)

Oh, God.

Oh, God, please.

Senator, we got suspicious
and had to stop the truck.

They transferred the duffle bag.

There was nothing onboard.

What about my daughter?

We have an APB
out on Lyle Ekert.

We got roadblocks
all across the state.

All the borders are covered.

Will they call me?

Sir, I don't know.

(phone rings)

This is Warren Hughes speaking.

EKERT: And I bet you
know who this is, don't you?

You ought not to
have let them FBI guys

talk you into putting a
bug in my bag, senator.

I am very sorry about that.

Well, tell you what.

I won't hold it against you.

We got the bonds, so, uh...

I'll tell you where
your little Lindsey's at.

Thank you.

Yeah. Put on one of
your fed friends now.

This is Agent Samuel Mills.

(sighs)

Prepare to copy, Samuel.

Nothing on anybody named Troy?

Nothing.

Nichols said that
this Uncle Troy

could've been a foster parent.

Let's check Ekert's
juvenile records.

( ominous theme playing)

(phone rings)

Walker.

MILLS: Sam Mills, Walker.

What's going on, Sam?

Ekert gave us the location

where they buried Lindsey.

I hope so.

Now, I know what
you're thinking, Walker.

This is all a trick to give
these rats time to bail out.

Hope to God I'm wrong.

Let me know, will you?

Right.

All right, the juvenile officer
that handled Lyle Ekert's

one Don Konig.

Retired a couple of years ago.

Moved to Carver
City, north of Dallas.

I'd like to look at those files,

but juvenile records
are confidential.

Yeah, and it'd take us 48
hours to get a court order.

I'm going to Carver City.

WOMAN (over radio): Unit on
emergency, check the channels.

You have a message.

Keep going.

Dig. Come on, dig.

Come on.

WARREN: My God, she's not there.

( dramatic theme playing)

(hoarse breathing)

EKERT: Where the
hell are you, damn it?

We had a deal.

No. Lonnie, li... Listen.

Listen, I fronted you
some very serious large.

And I want what I paid for.

Li... I want transportation
south. Listen...

Damn it.

What's wrong, man?

What?

There's a storm front up north.

Chopper can't take off
for at least four hours.

Why not just do what the cops
think we're gonna do anyway?

Jump in the vehicles
and head to the border.

Ronnie.

Now, I know how these Texas cops

and these FBI guys think.

They will grab us at Nogales,

they'll split us up,
they'll sweat us,

until somebody talks.

Man said four hours.

We wait.

(phone rings)

Walker.

TRIVETTE: Got an
address for Konig.

It's a trailer park
north of Carver City.

WALKER: Mr. Konig, I understand

that you were Lyle
Ekert's juvenile officer.

Yeah, that was a
long time ago, though.

Can you tell me what
you know about him?

Come on in.

Not easy to come by that file.

Used to keep them in
neat alphabetical order,

but, oh, sometimes I
go through them at night.

The really bad ones, you know.

Then, hell, I forget to put
them back where they belong.

Sir, I'm in a real hurry.

You don't want Ekert
slipping through your fingers.

I know, son.

I've been there.

Not lately, of course, but...

God, I can still remember
the thrill of the chase.

Hold there a minute.

Gotcha.

Ekert, Lyle C.

1967-69.

Yep, there's the foster
report, right there.

Kind of... Kind of
hard to read, but...

Troy Winston, 6200
Bellflower Road.

Okay, thank you.

Yeah.

Don't be telling anyone

where you got this
information, now.

( action theme playing)

(helicopter whirring)

There, that's
him. Ain't it, Lyle?

Yeah, that's him.

Go get the money, Ronnie.

Walker.

(gunshot)

(gasps)

(gunshots)

(grunts)

( action theme playing)

(sirens wailing)

(gunshots)

( action theme playing)

(grunts)

(grunts)

I give up.

Come clear of that van.

Grab him. Get on the ground.

OFFICER: Get on the ground!

(grunts)

(grunts)

Where's the girl?

What girl?

I don't know...
(yells indistinctly)

Come on, get him
out of here. Senator.

Break it up.

No.

Don't.

She's here somewhere.

Spread out. Look for her.

Take care of him.

(sirens blaring)

Brewster, watch him.

Lindsey!

Lindsey!

WARREN: Lindsey!

OFFICER: Sir.

WARREN: Lindsey!

TRIVETTE: Lindsey!

Lindsey!

Daddy.

(crying)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(gusts of wind blowing)

WARREN: Lindsey!

TRIVETTE: Lindsey!

WARREN: Lindsey!

Lindsey!

( heart beating)

( tense theme playing)

( heart beating loudly)

(sobs)

Trivette! Mills!

Come here!

OFFICER 1: What's that?
OFFICER 2: What you got?

OFFICER 3: He found
something. OFFICER 4: Move.

Down here, dig.

Lindsey?

WARREN: Lindsey, hang on.

Come on.

MAN: Come on, keep
digging, get going. Harder!

Lindsey?

WALKER: There it is.

(Warren grunts)

MAN: Harder, come on.

Lindsey, we're here.

Lindsey?

(all grunting,
breathing heavily)

WALKER: Find the opening.

MAN: Come on.

WALKER: Here.

MAN: Okay, come on.

Lift. Get under it.

(grunts) Come on.

Pull.

Harder.

Lindsey. Let's get her out.

Oh. Oh.

WALKER: She's not breathing.

WALKER: Get her
up. WARREN: Okay.

WALKER: Come on.
WARREN: Come on.

Raise her up. Get up.

Come on. I got her.

WALKER: Come on, all the way up.

Come on, come on, come on.

WALKER: Let's go. Come on.

(sighs)

Come on, here we go.

Lindsey.

Trivette, let's go.

Lindsey.

WARREN: Honey.

Lindsey?

Lindsey? Go.

One and two and three.

WARREN: Lindsey, hear me.

Come on, Lindsey.

TRIVETTE: One and two and three.

Come on.

WARREN: Lindsey. Honey?

One and two and
three and four and five.

WARREN: Lindsey, I love you.
TRIVETTE: One, two, three...

TRIVETTE: four and
five. WARREN: Lindsey?

Come on, honey.

One and two and
three and four and five.

TRIVETTE: One, two, three...
WARREN: God. Lindsey?

(coughing)

Come on. That's good.

Ju... (coughing)

Thank you. Yes.

Oh, honey, honey.

Oh, sweetheart.

I love you.

Oh, honey.

Yes.

Oh.

WARREN: I love you.

WARREN: Honey.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

Honey, I love you.

You are my girl.

Yes.

As a grateful father,

and a chastised public servant,

I want to apologize,

to the people of
the State of Texas,

for my bullheadedness
in refusing to understand

what heart and soul
and tradition really mean.

WARREN: But most
importantly, I want to apologize

to the Texas Rangers.

And I wanna make a promise,

to that fine
organization of lawmen,

that as long as Warren
Hughes is in office,

there will always
be Texas Rangers.

MAN 1: Yeah.

MAN 2: Well, there you go.

Let's finish the party
we started last week.

(everyone cheering)

MAN: All right, C.D.

Well... MAN: Give
me another drink.

C.D.: Know what
that sign should say?

We know, C.D. We know.

(in unison) It should
be 173 darn years.

Well, it should be.

(laughs)

( light rock action
theme playing)

♪ '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 ♪