Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 4, Episode 26 - Hall of Fame - full transcript
(band playing rock music)
CROWD (chanting):
Baboon, Baboon, Baboon.
(crowd cheering)
Reggie, over here.
MAN: Whoo-hoo.
(crowd cheering)
CROWD (chanting):
Baboon, baboon, baboon.
Reggie, you've gotta let me in.
Reggie, please.
Hold it.
(clicks)
Reggie.
Reggie, please.
Reggie.
(sighs)
(clicking)
Reggie.
Reggie, over here.
Reggie, Reggie, please.
(crowd continues cheering)
Reggie.
(British accent): This
is some crowd, eh?
I hope I can get in.
I've been here for three hours.
Yeah, it's been wild tour.
You're with the band?
I'm their photographer.
Simon St. Christopher.
How you doing?
Really?
Yeah, really.
(chuckles)
(clicks)
What?
Oh, no, I'm sorry, I was just...
You've modeled, right?
Well, yeah, some, but, you know,
not, like, professionally.
(chuckles)
That's all the better.
No, it's just that,
eh, we're looking
for a fresh face for
the band's new video,
and I think you're perfect.
All I need's an 8-by-10
to run past the lads.
Well, I don't really
have, you know,
a good picture, so...
No worries, we can
do a test shoot tonight.
Oh, but the concert.
(whispers): Concert.
Look, I'll tell you what.
I can take you
backstage to meet the lads
after the shoot,
and get you tickets
for tomorrow night.
You're kidding.
No, I'm serious.
What's your name?
Jenny Lynn Calder.
Well, Jenny Lynn
Calder... (chuckles)
tonight's your lucky night.
Shall we give it a go? Yes.
All right, come on.
(crowd continues cheering)
♪ I carried you wherever... ♪
Wonderful.
Great. One second.
That's right. Beautiful.
Ah, you're an angel.
Great, Jenny Lynn.
Right, now swing your head back.
That's right, that's
right, Jenny Lynn.
Oh, the lads are
gonna love this. Lovely.
Beautiful. Great.
Lift your chin just a bit.
Great. Marvelous. Great.
Get into the
music. That's right.
Good, love.
That's the color of the video.
Great, marvelous.
Oh, the lads are
gonna love these.
Right.
That's right. Lovely.
Now, let's put the jacket on.
Right, right.
Loving it. You're so natural.
That's right.
( ominous theme playing)
TRIVETTE: Big Dog.
(soft country music
playing over speaker)
One more question,
Ranger Parker. Of course.
I-I know you've been
asked this probably
a million times
in the past week,
but how's it feel to be inducted
into the Ranger Hall of Fame?
Well, uh...
"it is a, uh, mighty
humbling experience...
(clears throat)
"and one I'm not
sure I rightly deserve.
"But I'd be lying
"if I did not say how proud I am
"to be thrown in with the likes
"of Hays, Sterling, Hamer,
"and the rest of those
fine, uh, gentlemen."
REPORTER: All right.
Thank you very much.
I don't think Big Dog's
feet have hit the ground
since he got the announcement.
He's had one hell
of a career, Trivette.
We got all exotic food,
mountain oysters,
the whole shot.
Thank you very much. You bet.
Yyyyyeah.
(laughs)
Doggone it, I can't believe it.
I been lookin' at myself
all week long in television,
the print, everywhere.
It looks like somebody
else, but today, no,
it's not anybody else.
It's me, it's me.
I've had the dream,
and the dream is real.
No one deserves it
more than you do, C.D.
I really appreciate that, I...
(phone rings)
It's just coming together,
know what I mean?
It's real. It's gonna
happen for me.
You gonna answer the phone? Mm?
You gonna answer the phone?
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
The phone, yeah, yeah, yes.
Yeah, C.D.'s.
It's your move.
Who is this?
Have you checked
your mail today?
Who am I talking to here?
( suspenseful theme playing)
Go check your mail, old man.
I'll wait.
Yeah, Ruby, h-hand me that mail,
honey, will you, please?
RUBY: Sure thing, C.D.
( suspenseful theme playing)
( ominous theme playing)
Oh, no, my Lord.
What is it?
(sighs)
We never finished our game.
Please don't kill that girl.
She's pretty, isn't she?
She's sweet, isn't she?
(chuckles)
She's waiting for you, Ranger P.
At Hampton Bridge.
Bye-bye.
What's going on, C.D.?
I-I-I'll explain
it to you later.
We gotta get down
to Hampton Bridge.
( nostalgic country
theme playing)
My Lord.
The Hangman's back.
(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 ♪
(men speaking indistinctly)
WOMAN: Let's
get her in the truck.
(woman speaks
indistinctly over police radio)
What do we got on this
Hangman guy, anyway?
It was a case C.D.
had years ago.
Never seen Big Dog
so uptight before.
Bad memories, Trivette.
What is this?
Earring could've fallen off
when he threw her over the side.
Yeah.
Hey, Big Dog.
Wh...?
You okay?
No.
No, I'm n... I'm
not worth a damn.
(sighs)
Walker, what's
going on with C.D.?
It's the only case
C.D. never solved.
Oh, I'm flying blind here.
Somebody's gonna have
to bring me up to speed,
or I'm not gonna
be any help to you.
Well, it goes back
11 years ago, Trivette.
There was a serial killer
out strangling young
girls with a 13-loop knot.
Just like this one.
They brought
C.D. in on the case,
and the killer
started taunting him,
daring him to catch him.
Then the killings stopped.
The guy just disappeared.
Till now.
Until now.
( nostalgic theme playing)
C.D.: I don't know
what to do, Cordell.
You know, uh, this
case retired me.
Eleven years ago,
he killed seven beautiful women.
And, ah, he blamed me...
for not catchin' him.
And, ah... And he was right.
Then I started,
uh... (clears throat)
b-blaming myself.
And I got real sick,
I... I couldn't sleep.
I couldn't think straight.
(breathing heavily)
And, uh...
the sick monster kept sayin'...
that it was a game.
And all the time that he
kept saying it was a game,
(sighs)
young women were
losing their lives.
(sighs)
We're gonna catch him, C.D.
I promise.
I need this one.
(sighs)
RECEPTIONIST: Rangers'
office. One moment, please.
Well, here it is, fellas.
The long and the short of it.
Hey, Big Dog.
We're checking your Jane Doe
through Missing Persons.
We got her picture on the wire.
We're coordinating
with Homicide.
So everybody's on the same page.
We're gonna get this guy.
No, you're gonna get him,
because I don't want
any more part of him.
What is this, C.D.?
I've never heard
you say "quit" before.
I'm quitting the case,
and I'm also asking
not to be inducted
into the Hall of Fame.
Wait a minute, the Hall of Fame
isn't about one case, C.D.
It's about your whole career.
The guy's out there. He's alive.
You can't let the Hangman
do this to you, C.D.
Jimmy, I put everything
I've got into this.
I can't give it any more.
WALKER: I don't wanna hear that.
You're gonna help
us catch this guy,
C.D., and that's the end of it.
(religious choir
singing over radio)
(thunder crashes)
All right, what about
prison records?
Guys with the
profile who went in
around the time that
the hangings stopped.
I did it.
I'm not just talking about here.
Across the country, or overseas.
I did it.
Hospitals?
I did it.
Military records?
I did it.
All right, what about...?
Jimmy, listen.
I checked cemeteries,
hoping he'd blown
his brains out.
I looked under every rock.
There was nothing there.
I had people come
down from Virginia
to profile this man.
His mother abused
him when he was a child.
He hated her.
He hated his mother.
He hates women.
That's all there is.
That's all there is!
I'm sorry.
It's all here in
the file, Trivette.
This psycho thinks
this is a game
and C.D. is his opponent.
(phone ringing)
(tape clicks on)
Pick it up.
C.D.'s.
Hey, Ranger P.
Do you find you work
better out of a bar now?
Well, what do you want?
What do I want?
(chuckles)
I wanna finish our game.
I'm not interested.
You better get interested.
If you think that I
came back to this town
so that you could turn
around and quit on me,
you'd better think again.
I got nothing to say to you.
Oh, yeah?
Well, when they put
you in that Ranger Hall
of old washed-up,
burnt-out, has-beens...
Now, look here.
Why don't you show them
that picture I sent you?
( tense theme playing)
Now, she was pretty, wasn't she?
She's not so pretty now.
(hangs up phone)
(thunder crashes)
Let's go nail the
son of a bitch.
( tense theme playing)
When's the time of death?
Sometime after 9,
sometime before midnight.
Come on, Vince, this is a
high-tech society we're in.
You can do better
than that, can't you?
We're always the last
one to get the call, C.D.
Yeah, I know.
There was no trace of drugs.
In fact, she was a
very healthy young girl.
She was killed someplace indoors
about two hours
before he strung her up
on Hampton Bridge.
Well, what about the noose?
Same rope you can find
at just about any good
tack or hardware store.
(sighs)
Nothing's changed, C.D.
It's the same m.o. as
it was 11 years ago.
He's still a wacko.
And we don't have
one damn thing on him, do we?
Uh-uh.
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
Hey, easy, C.D. It's me.
Got a Missing
Persons on your girl.
I-I'm sorry, I thought
you was that...
Listen, her name is
Jenny Lynn Calder.
She's 18. She lives
at 310... Brookhaven.
She lived there
with her parents.
I got Homicide
going over there now.
All right, now
listen to me, Jimmy.
You gotta get on the street.
Somebody saw her going to eat,
going to a movie or something.
Get out and get on the street.
I'm gonna go to see
Cordell right now.
I'm on it.
Thanks.
Vince, have to take
a rain check on that.
Fine. Thank you.
( mellow theme playing)
You up for this?
Oh, this is... This
is the worst part.
(low chattering)
I don't understand.
The detectives have
been all through her room.
What are you looking for?
Anything that would tell us
where your daughter
was that night.
Prestonwood Mall.
She went to a movie.
But I... I told the
detectives all this.
Why are the Rangers involved?
Mr. Calder, I've been
working on this case
more years than
I'd care to admit to.
You mean this has
happened before?
Yes, sir, years ago.
A serial killer.
You're telling me
that my daughter
was killed by a serial killer?
Yes, sir. Yes, she was.
FATHER: Well...
Why haven't we heard
anything about it, or...
Read about it? I...
I don't understand.
It was an old case.
It's been 11 years,
and it started up again.
There's been a
monster on these streets
all these years and
you've never found him?
Yes, ma'am.
Because of you, my
Jenny Lynn is dead.
I'm sorry.
(crying)
All right.
Sir, if you don't mind,
we'd like to check her room.
Sure.
This way.
( nostalgic theme playing)
Beautiful girl.
Handsome family too.
(heavy rock music playing)
(music cuts off)
For crying out loud.
What the hell was that, Cordell?
A group called Baboon.
Phewww.
Boy, it sounds like it.
My gosh, what happened
to Johnny Cash
and Willie Nelson?
Different generation, C.D.
Wheww, I'll say.
C.D., come here.
That group Baboon
opened on the same
night Jenny Lynn was killed.
A place called Trees.
Yeah, I know that place.
Down on Deep Ellum.
You know what?
I've got a hunch that Jenny Lynn
didn't tell her
parents the truth
about where she was that night.
I think you're right.
(rings)
Hi, this is Jenny Lynn.
Please leave a message
after that silly tone,
and I'll call you back.
You know I will.
(beeps)
ST. CHRISTOPHER: Ranger P.,
this is your conscience.
Are you there?
( suspenseful theme playing)
Ranger P., I know you're there.
Pick up the phone.
Ranger Parker.
Ranger Parker.
Ha, now, that's more like it.
Back in the old saddle.
Yeah, and I'm gonna
stay in the saddle
till I run you to the ground.
Ha, ha, that's the spirit.
Back in the game.
It's not a game.
It's for keeps.
Oh, is it? Well, good.
Did you figure out
where I picked up
Jenny Lynn the other night?
Why don't you tell me?
Nothing's changed, has it?
You're still stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
( laughs)
You're not gonna
figure it out, are you?
You were too stupid
11 years ago to figure it out,
and you're still stupid.
Am I going to have
to lead you by the nose again?
Could be. A poem.
Trees. I picked her up at Trees.
Did you get that, Ranger P.?
Yeah, I got it.
God, you bore me.
And you do not want
to get me bored again,
do you, Ranger P.?
Now, listen, don't
be doing anything
that's gonna be...
Don't tell me what to do.
This is the game,
and I am winning.
(engine starts)
(hangs up phone)
( somber theme playing)
(sighs)
Cordell, he's gonna do it again.
Let's go check out that club.
Yeah.
(heavy rock music playing)
(people cheering)
SINGER: ♪ What did
they...? What did they say? ♪
♪ Gotta get Gotta get away ♪
♪ Who's got...? Who's
got the insight? ♪
♪ Who's got...? ♪
Nice, uh... you say she's
missing or something?
She's dead.
Uh... Sorry, I-I just
can't seem to place her.
There must have
been a thousand girls
here that night, you know?
Not a thousand that
look like her. Now think.
Can I see that again, please?
Sure.
There was this
girl outside, a...
preppie type.
This could have been her.
I was gonna let her in,
but when I turned
around, she disappeared.
Anybody with her?
Being friendly or anything?
I don't know.
(phone ringing)
There might have been this guy,
but if I told you I knew
what he looked
like, I'd be lying.
Ranger Parker.
ST. CHRISTOPHER: Hey, Ranger P.
It's crowded, isn't it?
He's here.
SINGER: ♪ What would
they...? What would they say? ♪
♪ They'll twist it
in you And play ♪
♪ Who's got...? Who's
got the insight? ♪
♪ Who's that...?
Who's that they shot? ♪
Did you see anything?
Didn't see a thing.
(screams)
(screams)
(women screaming)
Over there, Cordell.
♪ Can't fear Lost
concentration ♪
♪ Can't feel Too scared to say ♪
♪ Who's got...? Who's
got the insight? ♪
♪ Who shot...? Who
shot him dead? ♪
( mellow theme playing)
(crowd chattering)
(crowd cheering)
I can't believe it.
(camera clicking)
(sighs)
(coin drops)
( tense theme playing)
Thanks.
Somebody looks pissed.
(sighs)
Yeah, well, my girlfriend
was supposed to be here
a half hour ago
with the tickets.
Listen, uh, I don't
mean to be rude,
but do you have a comp card?
What?
Oh, I mean a composite.
You're a model, right?
I mean, you gotta be a model.
Good line.
(chuckles)
Hey.
I'm dead serious.
If you're not, you ought to be.
Um, actually, you know...
You're... You're
not the first person
that told me that.
I just never really... What?
Heh, well, you know, I...
Yeah, I'll tell you what I know.
I've been shooting
pictures for over 10 years.
And I know a
potential supermodel
when I see one.
Heh. Really?
Yeah. I see next
month's cover of Vogue.
I see Cosmo.
I see you. Ha, ha, ha.
Uh, I don't know about that.
(laughs) Oh... Now...
Now, let me see.
This fella was up
there close to you,
but, um, you didn't, uh...
Didn't notice anything?
Well, i-it was dark,
and there were lots
of people around.
I was really just
watching the dancers.
C.D.: Yes, ma'am,
but with all due respect,
now, here's a man that's less
than five feet from you
that's created this commotion,
a-and you tell me that you...
You don't see him?
I-I didn't see a man.
I just saw her.
I-I saw her jump.
C.D: That was a damn mannequin.
Mannequins don't jump.
She had to be thrown.
He had to throw
her over that railing.
(voice trembling):
Look, I'm... I'm sorry,
I just didn't see anybody.
(breathing heavily)
No, ma'am, I'm...
I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm very sorry.
Yes, ma'am, I'm...
I-I know that you did
the best you could.
Yes, ma'am, I'm... I'm sorry.
I-I-I don't have
any more questions
for you, ma'am.
Okay. You can go now.
Thank you.
(sniffles)
(exhales forcefully)
C.D. Huh?
Why don't you go
home and get some rest?
You've been working
around the clock.
Huh? Okay?
Yeah, well, I-I'll go
home and get some rest.
You bet. Yeah.
Okay.
I'll just get some rest.
( tense theme playing)
(giggles)
(chuckles)
I just got this crazy idea.
Well, it's not so crazy.
It makes perfect sense to me.
Why don't you come
over to my studio,
I'll shoot a
couple rolls of you,
and I'll put it on
my editor's desk
first thing in the morning?
No, I-I really wanna see this.
Oh, darling, you'll be coming up
to things like
this in a limousine
before long.
(chuckling): Oh.
I don't know about that one.
All right. My name's Kale Davis.
My studio's just
around the corner.
I could have had you
done in 45 minutes.
Um... Wait.
Sure.
You sure?
Yeah. I mean, what
do I have to lose, right?
Yeah, well, there you go.
(laughs)
What is your name? I'm Annie.
Annie Braxton.
Well, Annie Braxton,
tonight is your lucky night.
Wow.
Here we go.
Oh, there she is.
DAVIS: Who?
Carrie Ann. What?
Um, do you have a
little card or something?
I could call you tomorrow.
Nuh... Tomorrow's no
good. I have a deadline.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, I-I just think
we should go now.
No, let... Let me go.
Annie, what...?
What's the matter?
I don... I don't know. I
mean, I was just talking
to that guy, and...
And he's cute.
He said something
about pictures...
Are you okay?
(thunder crashing)
(phone rings)
(tracing equipment beeps)
C.D.'s.
No, no, no, not C.D.'s.
You're Ranger P.
Say it. Ranger P.
You know who I am.
Say it. Why?
(laughing)
Your face. The
look on your face.
I am celebrating
the look on your face
when that dummy of mine
swung down before you dummies.
Do you know how easy
it would have been for me
to put another bitch
out of her misery
right before your very bug eyes?
Do you, old man?
Then why didn't you?
Because... there
is order in the game.
There is precision in the game.
There is beauty in the game.
Oh...
Where have you
been the last 11 years?
( tense theme playing)
I've been...
sad.
But now, I'm happy.
You forgot who
you're talking to.
I can tell by your tone.
You ain't happy at all, boy.
(sighs)
These bitches, you...
You think they're angels and...
you just can't trust them.
You...
You can't trust them
to play by the rules.
Is that too much to ask?
(gasping)
(dial tone hums)
(thunder crashes)
Yeah, did you get
anything, Jimmy?
TRIVETTE: No, nothing.
That's what I was afraid of.
Listen, I think there's
some young lady out there
that was almost snatched
tonight by the Hangman.
I'll get a bulletin out ASAP.
Yeah, if you get
anything on that,
let me know, will you?
Stay by the phone.
Yeah.
I'll get back to
you. Oh... Oh, okay.
(sighs)
ANNIE: His eyes were...
Were bigger than that.
(beeps)
Um, his... His n...
His nose wasn't as flat.
(typing)
He was a really
good-looking guy.
You know, I mean...
He kind of reminded
me of that actor...
Dark hair, y-you
know, really in... Intent.
Oh, that's him.
Right there.
Tha... That's him.
So that's our man.
Jimmy, get that face on the wire
ASAP, will you?
(clears throat)
( tense theme playing)
The man who did these drawings.
Named Adam Quinn.
( mellow theme playing)
He's, um, 42 years old, and
release date was April 10th
to our outpatient facility
on Gaston Avenue.
And I'm afraid that's
all the information
I can give you, Ranger.
But I can tell you that he made
very substantial progress.
Do the drawings
look like the work
of a troubled mind?
Those drawings look
like crime scenes, doctor,
where he left his
victims... hanging.
( soft country theme playing)
Mr. Quinn's paid up
through the end of the month.
Real nice fella. Quiet.
Hold it.
( tense theme playing)
Clean as a whistle, Cordell.
Yep, I've jumped our bogeyman.
"Congratulations, Ranger P.
"You've picked up the scent.
Maybe you'll make the
Hall of Fame after all."
More brass the damn
government knew.
Much obliged.
Officer Blake,
this fella just kills
on Friday and Saturday nights.
All the victims range
from 17 to 23 years of age,
blond or fair-haired.
And they're all out on the
town on a special occasion.
TRIVETTE: We now know
what those occasions were.
C.D.: Special concerts,
movie openings,
things of this nature.
Anywhere people are
gonna be taking pictures.
Annie Braxton said he
posed as a photographer.
What openings do
we have tonight?
BLAKE: Ah, well, there's two.
A club opening on McKinney,
and a new art exhibit at
the Edith Baker Gallery.
C.D.: Quinn
thinks he's an artist.
He'll be at that one.
Okay, then we'll
stake out the gallery
and we'll have the other
place covered, okay?
Any questions, officer?
If I should make contact?
We'll be on him
like white on rice.
C.D., what makes you think
he's gonna strike tonight?
Well, I'm supposed
to be inducted
in the Hall of Fame tomorrow.
I feel like he'd
wanna rub my nose
in it tonight.
Susan, you be
careful out there, hon.
Okay.
( mellow theme playing)
(camera clicking)
PHOTOGRAPHER 1: Smile.
Beautiful. Thank you.
(soft music playing)
WOMAN: Oh, I'm doing great. I
didn't know you were gonna be here.
You look wonderful.
In and clear.
Stay alert.
(indistinct chattering)
May I? Thank you.
All right.
This could be him.
(unlocks seatbelt)
Hi.
Heads up.
False alarm.
Wrong guy, C.D.
(hits door)
(sighs)
I may be wrong
about this, Cordell.
He may not make a move tonight.
We have to play it all
the way through, C.D.
I'm gonna get some fresh air.
( tense theme playing)
(indistinct chattering)
Ha, ha, ha. So, salud.
(giggling)
( dramatic theme playing)
It's him! Excuse me.
C.D.: Cordell! Jimmy!
I got him.
I got him.
Trivette, he's outside.
( action theme playing)
It's him!
(panting)
(panting)
Quinn.
MAN: What's going on?
(gasping)
He went way up there.
He's... too fast.
(panting)
( suspenseful theme playing)
Trivette, there's stairs.
I'm gonna check it out.
(yells)
(both grunting)
(both grunting)
(both grunting)
(groans)
(screaming)
(moans)
Trivette!
( tense theme playing)
(moans)
(grunts)
Texas Ranger.
You're under arrest.
(panting)
(sirens approaching)
It's been a great
game, Ranger P.
It's never been a game.
Put the knife down
and... put your hands up.
(chuckles)
Don't make me shoot you.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Don't make me shoot you.
Do what you gotta do.
Damn you. Don't
make me shoot you.
Don't do this. Damn you.
(gunshot)
Oh.
(breathing heavily)
( somber theme playing)
(gasps)
What a great shot, Ranger P.
Game's over.
(sighs)
SPEAKER IN CEREMONY:
The Ranger's motto is:
No man in the wrong
can stand up against
a man in the right
who keeps on coming.
The people of the State of Texas
honor C.D. Parker
for 30 years of
dedicated service,
above and beyond
anyone's call of duty.
You embody the proud
tradition of the Texas Rangers.
It is my honor to bestow on you
this commemorative
plaque as a keepsake.
C.D. Parker, you may now take
your hard-fought
and rightful place
in the Texas
Rangers Hall of Fame.
( upbeat 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 ♪
CROWD (chanting):
Baboon, Baboon, Baboon.
(crowd cheering)
Reggie, over here.
MAN: Whoo-hoo.
(crowd cheering)
CROWD (chanting):
Baboon, baboon, baboon.
Reggie, you've gotta let me in.
Reggie, please.
Hold it.
(clicks)
Reggie.
Reggie, please.
Reggie.
(sighs)
(clicking)
Reggie.
Reggie, over here.
Reggie, Reggie, please.
(crowd continues cheering)
Reggie.
(British accent): This
is some crowd, eh?
I hope I can get in.
I've been here for three hours.
Yeah, it's been wild tour.
You're with the band?
I'm their photographer.
Simon St. Christopher.
How you doing?
Really?
Yeah, really.
(chuckles)
(clicks)
What?
Oh, no, I'm sorry, I was just...
You've modeled, right?
Well, yeah, some, but, you know,
not, like, professionally.
(chuckles)
That's all the better.
No, it's just that,
eh, we're looking
for a fresh face for
the band's new video,
and I think you're perfect.
All I need's an 8-by-10
to run past the lads.
Well, I don't really
have, you know,
a good picture, so...
No worries, we can
do a test shoot tonight.
Oh, but the concert.
(whispers): Concert.
Look, I'll tell you what.
I can take you
backstage to meet the lads
after the shoot,
and get you tickets
for tomorrow night.
You're kidding.
No, I'm serious.
What's your name?
Jenny Lynn Calder.
Well, Jenny Lynn
Calder... (chuckles)
tonight's your lucky night.
Shall we give it a go? Yes.
All right, come on.
(crowd continues cheering)
♪ I carried you wherever... ♪
Wonderful.
Great. One second.
That's right. Beautiful.
Ah, you're an angel.
Great, Jenny Lynn.
Right, now swing your head back.
That's right, that's
right, Jenny Lynn.
Oh, the lads are
gonna love this. Lovely.
Beautiful. Great.
Lift your chin just a bit.
Great. Marvelous. Great.
Get into the
music. That's right.
Good, love.
That's the color of the video.
Great, marvelous.
Oh, the lads are
gonna love these.
Right.
That's right. Lovely.
Now, let's put the jacket on.
Right, right.
Loving it. You're so natural.
That's right.
( ominous theme playing)
TRIVETTE: Big Dog.
(soft country music
playing over speaker)
One more question,
Ranger Parker. Of course.
I-I know you've been
asked this probably
a million times
in the past week,
but how's it feel to be inducted
into the Ranger Hall of Fame?
Well, uh...
"it is a, uh, mighty
humbling experience...
(clears throat)
"and one I'm not
sure I rightly deserve.
"But I'd be lying
"if I did not say how proud I am
"to be thrown in with the likes
"of Hays, Sterling, Hamer,
"and the rest of those
fine, uh, gentlemen."
REPORTER: All right.
Thank you very much.
I don't think Big Dog's
feet have hit the ground
since he got the announcement.
He's had one hell
of a career, Trivette.
We got all exotic food,
mountain oysters,
the whole shot.
Thank you very much. You bet.
Yyyyyeah.
(laughs)
Doggone it, I can't believe it.
I been lookin' at myself
all week long in television,
the print, everywhere.
It looks like somebody
else, but today, no,
it's not anybody else.
It's me, it's me.
I've had the dream,
and the dream is real.
No one deserves it
more than you do, C.D.
I really appreciate that, I...
(phone rings)
It's just coming together,
know what I mean?
It's real. It's gonna
happen for me.
You gonna answer the phone? Mm?
You gonna answer the phone?
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
The phone, yeah, yeah, yes.
Yeah, C.D.'s.
It's your move.
Who is this?
Have you checked
your mail today?
Who am I talking to here?
( suspenseful theme playing)
Go check your mail, old man.
I'll wait.
Yeah, Ruby, h-hand me that mail,
honey, will you, please?
RUBY: Sure thing, C.D.
( suspenseful theme playing)
( ominous theme playing)
Oh, no, my Lord.
What is it?
(sighs)
We never finished our game.
Please don't kill that girl.
She's pretty, isn't she?
She's sweet, isn't she?
(chuckles)
She's waiting for you, Ranger P.
At Hampton Bridge.
Bye-bye.
What's going on, C.D.?
I-I-I'll explain
it to you later.
We gotta get down
to Hampton Bridge.
( nostalgic country
theme playing)
My Lord.
The Hangman's back.
(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 ♪
(men speaking indistinctly)
WOMAN: Let's
get her in the truck.
(woman speaks
indistinctly over police radio)
What do we got on this
Hangman guy, anyway?
It was a case C.D.
had years ago.
Never seen Big Dog
so uptight before.
Bad memories, Trivette.
What is this?
Earring could've fallen off
when he threw her over the side.
Yeah.
Hey, Big Dog.
Wh...?
You okay?
No.
No, I'm n... I'm
not worth a damn.
(sighs)
Walker, what's
going on with C.D.?
It's the only case
C.D. never solved.
Oh, I'm flying blind here.
Somebody's gonna have
to bring me up to speed,
or I'm not gonna
be any help to you.
Well, it goes back
11 years ago, Trivette.
There was a serial killer
out strangling young
girls with a 13-loop knot.
Just like this one.
They brought
C.D. in on the case,
and the killer
started taunting him,
daring him to catch him.
Then the killings stopped.
The guy just disappeared.
Till now.
Until now.
( nostalgic theme playing)
C.D.: I don't know
what to do, Cordell.
You know, uh, this
case retired me.
Eleven years ago,
he killed seven beautiful women.
And, ah, he blamed me...
for not catchin' him.
And, ah... And he was right.
Then I started,
uh... (clears throat)
b-blaming myself.
And I got real sick,
I... I couldn't sleep.
I couldn't think straight.
(breathing heavily)
And, uh...
the sick monster kept sayin'...
that it was a game.
And all the time that he
kept saying it was a game,
(sighs)
young women were
losing their lives.
(sighs)
We're gonna catch him, C.D.
I promise.
I need this one.
(sighs)
RECEPTIONIST: Rangers'
office. One moment, please.
Well, here it is, fellas.
The long and the short of it.
Hey, Big Dog.
We're checking your Jane Doe
through Missing Persons.
We got her picture on the wire.
We're coordinating
with Homicide.
So everybody's on the same page.
We're gonna get this guy.
No, you're gonna get him,
because I don't want
any more part of him.
What is this, C.D.?
I've never heard
you say "quit" before.
I'm quitting the case,
and I'm also asking
not to be inducted
into the Hall of Fame.
Wait a minute, the Hall of Fame
isn't about one case, C.D.
It's about your whole career.
The guy's out there. He's alive.
You can't let the Hangman
do this to you, C.D.
Jimmy, I put everything
I've got into this.
I can't give it any more.
WALKER: I don't wanna hear that.
You're gonna help
us catch this guy,
C.D., and that's the end of it.
(religious choir
singing over radio)
(thunder crashes)
All right, what about
prison records?
Guys with the
profile who went in
around the time that
the hangings stopped.
I did it.
I'm not just talking about here.
Across the country, or overseas.
I did it.
Hospitals?
I did it.
Military records?
I did it.
All right, what about...?
Jimmy, listen.
I checked cemeteries,
hoping he'd blown
his brains out.
I looked under every rock.
There was nothing there.
I had people come
down from Virginia
to profile this man.
His mother abused
him when he was a child.
He hated her.
He hated his mother.
He hates women.
That's all there is.
That's all there is!
I'm sorry.
It's all here in
the file, Trivette.
This psycho thinks
this is a game
and C.D. is his opponent.
(phone ringing)
(tape clicks on)
Pick it up.
C.D.'s.
Hey, Ranger P.
Do you find you work
better out of a bar now?
Well, what do you want?
What do I want?
(chuckles)
I wanna finish our game.
I'm not interested.
You better get interested.
If you think that I
came back to this town
so that you could turn
around and quit on me,
you'd better think again.
I got nothing to say to you.
Oh, yeah?
Well, when they put
you in that Ranger Hall
of old washed-up,
burnt-out, has-beens...
Now, look here.
Why don't you show them
that picture I sent you?
( tense theme playing)
Now, she was pretty, wasn't she?
She's not so pretty now.
(hangs up phone)
(thunder crashes)
Let's go nail the
son of a bitch.
( tense theme playing)
When's the time of death?
Sometime after 9,
sometime before midnight.
Come on, Vince, this is a
high-tech society we're in.
You can do better
than that, can't you?
We're always the last
one to get the call, C.D.
Yeah, I know.
There was no trace of drugs.
In fact, she was a
very healthy young girl.
She was killed someplace indoors
about two hours
before he strung her up
on Hampton Bridge.
Well, what about the noose?
Same rope you can find
at just about any good
tack or hardware store.
(sighs)
Nothing's changed, C.D.
It's the same m.o. as
it was 11 years ago.
He's still a wacko.
And we don't have
one damn thing on him, do we?
Uh-uh.
(phone ringing)
Yeah?
Hey, easy, C.D. It's me.
Got a Missing
Persons on your girl.
I-I'm sorry, I thought
you was that...
Listen, her name is
Jenny Lynn Calder.
She's 18. She lives
at 310... Brookhaven.
She lived there
with her parents.
I got Homicide
going over there now.
All right, now
listen to me, Jimmy.
You gotta get on the street.
Somebody saw her going to eat,
going to a movie or something.
Get out and get on the street.
I'm gonna go to see
Cordell right now.
I'm on it.
Thanks.
Vince, have to take
a rain check on that.
Fine. Thank you.
( mellow theme playing)
You up for this?
Oh, this is... This
is the worst part.
(low chattering)
I don't understand.
The detectives have
been all through her room.
What are you looking for?
Anything that would tell us
where your daughter
was that night.
Prestonwood Mall.
She went to a movie.
But I... I told the
detectives all this.
Why are the Rangers involved?
Mr. Calder, I've been
working on this case
more years than
I'd care to admit to.
You mean this has
happened before?
Yes, sir, years ago.
A serial killer.
You're telling me
that my daughter
was killed by a serial killer?
Yes, sir. Yes, she was.
FATHER: Well...
Why haven't we heard
anything about it, or...
Read about it? I...
I don't understand.
It was an old case.
It's been 11 years,
and it started up again.
There's been a
monster on these streets
all these years and
you've never found him?
Yes, ma'am.
Because of you, my
Jenny Lynn is dead.
I'm sorry.
(crying)
All right.
Sir, if you don't mind,
we'd like to check her room.
Sure.
This way.
( nostalgic theme playing)
Beautiful girl.
Handsome family too.
(heavy rock music playing)
(music cuts off)
For crying out loud.
What the hell was that, Cordell?
A group called Baboon.
Phewww.
Boy, it sounds like it.
My gosh, what happened
to Johnny Cash
and Willie Nelson?
Different generation, C.D.
Wheww, I'll say.
C.D., come here.
That group Baboon
opened on the same
night Jenny Lynn was killed.
A place called Trees.
Yeah, I know that place.
Down on Deep Ellum.
You know what?
I've got a hunch that Jenny Lynn
didn't tell her
parents the truth
about where she was that night.
I think you're right.
(rings)
Hi, this is Jenny Lynn.
Please leave a message
after that silly tone,
and I'll call you back.
You know I will.
(beeps)
ST. CHRISTOPHER: Ranger P.,
this is your conscience.
Are you there?
( suspenseful theme playing)
Ranger P., I know you're there.
Pick up the phone.
Ranger Parker.
Ranger Parker.
Ha, now, that's more like it.
Back in the old saddle.
Yeah, and I'm gonna
stay in the saddle
till I run you to the ground.
Ha, ha, that's the spirit.
Back in the game.
It's not a game.
It's for keeps.
Oh, is it? Well, good.
Did you figure out
where I picked up
Jenny Lynn the other night?
Why don't you tell me?
Nothing's changed, has it?
You're still stupid.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
( laughs)
You're not gonna
figure it out, are you?
You were too stupid
11 years ago to figure it out,
and you're still stupid.
Am I going to have
to lead you by the nose again?
Could be. A poem.
Trees. I picked her up at Trees.
Did you get that, Ranger P.?
Yeah, I got it.
God, you bore me.
And you do not want
to get me bored again,
do you, Ranger P.?
Now, listen, don't
be doing anything
that's gonna be...
Don't tell me what to do.
This is the game,
and I am winning.
(engine starts)
(hangs up phone)
( somber theme playing)
(sighs)
Cordell, he's gonna do it again.
Let's go check out that club.
Yeah.
(heavy rock music playing)
(people cheering)
SINGER: ♪ What did
they...? What did they say? ♪
♪ Gotta get Gotta get away ♪
♪ Who's got...? Who's
got the insight? ♪
♪ Who's got...? ♪
Nice, uh... you say she's
missing or something?
She's dead.
Uh... Sorry, I-I just
can't seem to place her.
There must have
been a thousand girls
here that night, you know?
Not a thousand that
look like her. Now think.
Can I see that again, please?
Sure.
There was this
girl outside, a...
preppie type.
This could have been her.
I was gonna let her in,
but when I turned
around, she disappeared.
Anybody with her?
Being friendly or anything?
I don't know.
(phone ringing)
There might have been this guy,
but if I told you I knew
what he looked
like, I'd be lying.
Ranger Parker.
ST. CHRISTOPHER: Hey, Ranger P.
It's crowded, isn't it?
He's here.
SINGER: ♪ What would
they...? What would they say? ♪
♪ They'll twist it
in you And play ♪
♪ Who's got...? Who's
got the insight? ♪
♪ Who's that...?
Who's that they shot? ♪
Did you see anything?
Didn't see a thing.
(screams)
(screams)
(women screaming)
Over there, Cordell.
♪ Can't fear Lost
concentration ♪
♪ Can't feel Too scared to say ♪
♪ Who's got...? Who's
got the insight? ♪
♪ Who shot...? Who
shot him dead? ♪
( mellow theme playing)
(crowd chattering)
(crowd cheering)
I can't believe it.
(camera clicking)
(sighs)
(coin drops)
( tense theme playing)
Thanks.
Somebody looks pissed.
(sighs)
Yeah, well, my girlfriend
was supposed to be here
a half hour ago
with the tickets.
Listen, uh, I don't
mean to be rude,
but do you have a comp card?
What?
Oh, I mean a composite.
You're a model, right?
I mean, you gotta be a model.
Good line.
(chuckles)
Hey.
I'm dead serious.
If you're not, you ought to be.
Um, actually, you know...
You're... You're
not the first person
that told me that.
I just never really... What?
Heh, well, you know, I...
Yeah, I'll tell you what I know.
I've been shooting
pictures for over 10 years.
And I know a
potential supermodel
when I see one.
Heh. Really?
Yeah. I see next
month's cover of Vogue.
I see Cosmo.
I see you. Ha, ha, ha.
Uh, I don't know about that.
(laughs) Oh... Now...
Now, let me see.
This fella was up
there close to you,
but, um, you didn't, uh...
Didn't notice anything?
Well, i-it was dark,
and there were lots
of people around.
I was really just
watching the dancers.
C.D.: Yes, ma'am,
but with all due respect,
now, here's a man that's less
than five feet from you
that's created this commotion,
a-and you tell me that you...
You don't see him?
I-I didn't see a man.
I just saw her.
I-I saw her jump.
C.D: That was a damn mannequin.
Mannequins don't jump.
She had to be thrown.
He had to throw
her over that railing.
(voice trembling):
Look, I'm... I'm sorry,
I just didn't see anybody.
(breathing heavily)
No, ma'am, I'm...
I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm very sorry.
Yes, ma'am, I'm...
I-I know that you did
the best you could.
Yes, ma'am, I'm... I'm sorry.
I-I-I don't have
any more questions
for you, ma'am.
Okay. You can go now.
Thank you.
(sniffles)
(exhales forcefully)
C.D. Huh?
Why don't you go
home and get some rest?
You've been working
around the clock.
Huh? Okay?
Yeah, well, I-I'll go
home and get some rest.
You bet. Yeah.
Okay.
I'll just get some rest.
( tense theme playing)
(giggles)
(chuckles)
I just got this crazy idea.
Well, it's not so crazy.
It makes perfect sense to me.
Why don't you come
over to my studio,
I'll shoot a
couple rolls of you,
and I'll put it on
my editor's desk
first thing in the morning?
No, I-I really wanna see this.
Oh, darling, you'll be coming up
to things like
this in a limousine
before long.
(chuckling): Oh.
I don't know about that one.
All right. My name's Kale Davis.
My studio's just
around the corner.
I could have had you
done in 45 minutes.
Um... Wait.
Sure.
You sure?
Yeah. I mean, what
do I have to lose, right?
Yeah, well, there you go.
(laughs)
What is your name? I'm Annie.
Annie Braxton.
Well, Annie Braxton,
tonight is your lucky night.
Wow.
Here we go.
Oh, there she is.
DAVIS: Who?
Carrie Ann. What?
Um, do you have a
little card or something?
I could call you tomorrow.
Nuh... Tomorrow's no
good. I have a deadline.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, I-I just think
we should go now.
No, let... Let me go.
Annie, what...?
What's the matter?
I don... I don't know. I
mean, I was just talking
to that guy, and...
And he's cute.
He said something
about pictures...
Are you okay?
(thunder crashing)
(phone rings)
(tracing equipment beeps)
C.D.'s.
No, no, no, not C.D.'s.
You're Ranger P.
Say it. Ranger P.
You know who I am.
Say it. Why?
(laughing)
Your face. The
look on your face.
I am celebrating
the look on your face
when that dummy of mine
swung down before you dummies.
Do you know how easy
it would have been for me
to put another bitch
out of her misery
right before your very bug eyes?
Do you, old man?
Then why didn't you?
Because... there
is order in the game.
There is precision in the game.
There is beauty in the game.
Oh...
Where have you
been the last 11 years?
( tense theme playing)
I've been...
sad.
But now, I'm happy.
You forgot who
you're talking to.
I can tell by your tone.
You ain't happy at all, boy.
(sighs)
These bitches, you...
You think they're angels and...
you just can't trust them.
You...
You can't trust them
to play by the rules.
Is that too much to ask?
(gasping)
(dial tone hums)
(thunder crashes)
Yeah, did you get
anything, Jimmy?
TRIVETTE: No, nothing.
That's what I was afraid of.
Listen, I think there's
some young lady out there
that was almost snatched
tonight by the Hangman.
I'll get a bulletin out ASAP.
Yeah, if you get
anything on that,
let me know, will you?
Stay by the phone.
Yeah.
I'll get back to
you. Oh... Oh, okay.
(sighs)
ANNIE: His eyes were...
Were bigger than that.
(beeps)
Um, his... His n...
His nose wasn't as flat.
(typing)
He was a really
good-looking guy.
You know, I mean...
He kind of reminded
me of that actor...
Dark hair, y-you
know, really in... Intent.
Oh, that's him.
Right there.
Tha... That's him.
So that's our man.
Jimmy, get that face on the wire
ASAP, will you?
(clears throat)
( tense theme playing)
The man who did these drawings.
Named Adam Quinn.
( mellow theme playing)
He's, um, 42 years old, and
release date was April 10th
to our outpatient facility
on Gaston Avenue.
And I'm afraid that's
all the information
I can give you, Ranger.
But I can tell you that he made
very substantial progress.
Do the drawings
look like the work
of a troubled mind?
Those drawings look
like crime scenes, doctor,
where he left his
victims... hanging.
( soft country theme playing)
Mr. Quinn's paid up
through the end of the month.
Real nice fella. Quiet.
Hold it.
( tense theme playing)
Clean as a whistle, Cordell.
Yep, I've jumped our bogeyman.
"Congratulations, Ranger P.
"You've picked up the scent.
Maybe you'll make the
Hall of Fame after all."
More brass the damn
government knew.
Much obliged.
Officer Blake,
this fella just kills
on Friday and Saturday nights.
All the victims range
from 17 to 23 years of age,
blond or fair-haired.
And they're all out on the
town on a special occasion.
TRIVETTE: We now know
what those occasions were.
C.D.: Special concerts,
movie openings,
things of this nature.
Anywhere people are
gonna be taking pictures.
Annie Braxton said he
posed as a photographer.
What openings do
we have tonight?
BLAKE: Ah, well, there's two.
A club opening on McKinney,
and a new art exhibit at
the Edith Baker Gallery.
C.D.: Quinn
thinks he's an artist.
He'll be at that one.
Okay, then we'll
stake out the gallery
and we'll have the other
place covered, okay?
Any questions, officer?
If I should make contact?
We'll be on him
like white on rice.
C.D., what makes you think
he's gonna strike tonight?
Well, I'm supposed
to be inducted
in the Hall of Fame tomorrow.
I feel like he'd
wanna rub my nose
in it tonight.
Susan, you be
careful out there, hon.
Okay.
( mellow theme playing)
(camera clicking)
PHOTOGRAPHER 1: Smile.
Beautiful. Thank you.
(soft music playing)
WOMAN: Oh, I'm doing great. I
didn't know you were gonna be here.
You look wonderful.
In and clear.
Stay alert.
(indistinct chattering)
May I? Thank you.
All right.
This could be him.
(unlocks seatbelt)
Hi.
Heads up.
False alarm.
Wrong guy, C.D.
(hits door)
(sighs)
I may be wrong
about this, Cordell.
He may not make a move tonight.
We have to play it all
the way through, C.D.
I'm gonna get some fresh air.
( tense theme playing)
(indistinct chattering)
Ha, ha, ha. So, salud.
(giggling)
( dramatic theme playing)
It's him! Excuse me.
C.D.: Cordell! Jimmy!
I got him.
I got him.
Trivette, he's outside.
( action theme playing)
It's him!
(panting)
(panting)
Quinn.
MAN: What's going on?
(gasping)
He went way up there.
He's... too fast.
(panting)
( suspenseful theme playing)
Trivette, there's stairs.
I'm gonna check it out.
(yells)
(both grunting)
(both grunting)
(both grunting)
(groans)
(screaming)
(moans)
Trivette!
( tense theme playing)
(moans)
(grunts)
Texas Ranger.
You're under arrest.
(panting)
(sirens approaching)
It's been a great
game, Ranger P.
It's never been a game.
Put the knife down
and... put your hands up.
(chuckles)
Don't make me shoot you.
( suspenseful theme playing)
Don't make me shoot you.
Do what you gotta do.
Damn you. Don't
make me shoot you.
Don't do this. Damn you.
(gunshot)
Oh.
(breathing heavily)
( somber theme playing)
(gasps)
What a great shot, Ranger P.
Game's over.
(sighs)
SPEAKER IN CEREMONY:
The Ranger's motto is:
No man in the wrong
can stand up against
a man in the right
who keeps on coming.
The people of the State of Texas
honor C.D. Parker
for 30 years of
dedicated service,
above and beyond
anyone's call of duty.
You embody the proud
tradition of the Texas Rangers.
It is my honor to bestow on you
this commemorative
plaque as a keepsake.
C.D. Parker, you may now take
your hard-fought
and rightful place
in the Texas
Rangers Hall of Fame.
( upbeat 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 ♪