Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 6, Episode 8 - Brainchild - full transcript
( light rock action
theme playing)
( ominous theme playing)
(beeps)
Don't turn around, buddy.
Just give me your money or die.
I said don't turn around.
I heard you. Just
hand over the cash,
and nobody gets hurt. I
work hard for this money,
and I ain't about
to just hand it over
to some little punk like you.
Who you calling a
punk? Do you see this?
Yeah, I see it. You see this?
(gunshot)
(grunts)
(grunts)
Fine. Keep your money.
That makes seven of
these ATM robberies
in the past two weeks, huh?
Yeah,
but this is the best photo
we've gotten of this guy so far.
All right. I'll put
it out on the wire.
Okay.
(computer beeping)
Hey, looks like
your buddy's calling.
Well, he was your buddy first.
Yeah, yeah, until I got
tired of losing to him.
Or until he got
tired of beating you.
Whatever.
There you go.
What?
Well, I just think it's nice,
you and the kid on the
Internet, playing chess.
It's... It's sweet.
(computer beeping)
Well, he sounds lonely.
And if he's only 12
and can play this well,
he is lonely.
TRIVETTE: Yeah, but
you can take him down.
You can take him down.
Take his rook with your bishop,
then you'll have him on the run.
That's why he quit
playing you, Trivette.
Watch.
I'll take his knight
with that bishop.
Checkmate?
Yep.
Yeah, well, it
took you four times
before you beat him.
Well, that's better than
losing to him 12 times straight.
Don't... Don't go there.
(chuckles)
CHAD: Boy, I should have
seen that move coming, A.R.T.
A.R.T.: This Ranger Walker
must be a very good player
to defeat you, Chad.
Yeah, considering you
taught me how to play, A.R.T.
Well, the human mind is
prone to do the unexpected.
And being nonhuman, it
follows that my chess instructions
may have leaned
towards the mechanical.
Stop putting
yourself down, A.R.T.
My official
designation, after all,
is Artificial Reactive
Technology...
Emphasis on artificial.
So I may be considered
a poor attempt
at replicating the human brain
and not suited to...Oh, baloney.
Baloney?
You'll always be A.R.T. to me.
My best friend.
I don't know what I would
have done without you
these past eight years.
My mom dying,
and me moving to
the institute and all, I...
You got me through.
You know, and if I had
any complaint at all...
What would your
complaint be, Chad?
Since you're a
giant supercomputer
and not a person,
I can't give you a hug.
Most unscientific, Mr. Morgan.
Hmph.
Excellent scientist,
your mother.
She created you.
My point exactly.
I don't feel like she's gone.
Perhaps not.
Since you first began
having these feelings,
I've checked with
other systems out there,
and I've detected activity
on your mother's
social security number.
Unusual for a deceased
person, and there's more.
More?
She could be
somewhere in Dallas.
Wait. Someone's approaching.
Dr. Haines.
Oh.
Time for my
mind-expanding exercises.
We'll talk about this later.
Ready, Chad?
All set.
I'd like to hug you too, Chad.
Will Dr. Payton be there today?
He's in charge of the project.
Yes, I know.
Nothing to worry about, Chad.
I'll be there too.
Remember?
( ominous theme playing)
Little freak!
(grunts)
MAN: Let me down!
Let me down, you little freak!
Let me down from here!
Let me down!
Let me down, you little jerk.
Let me down!
Let me down!
That's enough, Chad. Stop it.
Okay.
Let me down!
(grunts)
Chad. Excellent. Excellent.
Bravo. Very good.
Now, listen, why don't
you go with Wilkens here
and prepare for your
other exercises. Okay?
Yes, sir.
These physical attacks on Chad
are hardly
scientific, Dr. Payton.
But packed with enormous
scientific information,
Dr. Haines.
Did you observe Chad's
split-second reflex action?
Boom!
The increase in power
when anger supplanted fear?
Ho-ho.
He is at the peak of his
psycho-kinetic powers.
A PK savant like
none we've seen.
He is a frightened and
terribly lonely 12-year-old,
and you're pushing him too hard.
This cannot continue.
Dr. Haines, Chad
likes you and trusts you,
and that makes you
a member of the team,
but, uh, let me make
one thing very clear.
You can be replaced.
He can't.
Is that understood?
Good. Then let's
get back to work.
( dramatic theme playing)
( 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 ♪
( dramatic theme playing)
PAYTON (over speaker): All
right. Good boy, Chad. That's it.
Very good.
Concentrate now, Chad.
Yeah. There you go.
Very good, Chad.
Focus now. Very good, Chad.
Now, Chad, center beam.
Do you hear me? Chad?
I hear you.
Okay.
All right.
Very good. Very good, Chad.
All right. Now, concentrate.
Concentrate. Very good.
Focus, Chad, focus.
Now, Chad. Center beam, Chad.
Do you hear me? Center beam.
I hear you.
It's slipping, Chad. Chad.
Come on, now. It's slipping.
Chad? Bear down.
It's slipping. Come on.
Chad, concentrate!
(monitor beeping)
That's enough!
Dr. Haines,
I'll say when it's
enough, all right?
Come on, Chad.
Come on, buddy. It's slipping.
Dr. Haines!
Yes, Chad?
Head hurts bad.
HAINES: Stop it now, Payton!
Come on, Chad! Come
on now. Don't be a crybaby.
Come on. You can
do this. Be a man.
Come on, Chad. You're
a tiger. What do you say?
Come on, now.
Keep at it. Keep trying.
You can make it happen,
Chad. Go. Come on.
Focus, Chad! Concentrate!
(monitor alarm blaring)
Ah! Damn.
It's okay.
That was uncalled-for.
It's okay.
Chad, you're excused
for the rest of the day.
I'll be up to see you later.
All right. That's all for now.
Be back here at 3:00, and
we'll review this incident.
You're pushing him too hard.
You saw the blood. That's
hemorrhaging, Payton.
(sighs)
We have no choice, Dr. Haines.
If the others we've tested
here are any guideline,
then Chad's
psycho-kinetic power's
not gonna last much longer.
The oldest was 13 and a half.
I remember. Brain tumor.
Yes, well, which very
well might have happened
with or without our experiments.
I don't believe that,
and neither do you.
Oh, then just spare me
your bleeding heart, will you?
It's time to push!
Boom! It's time to push hard!
He could die, Payton.
Chad could die.
(sighs)
Okay, yes.
Well, should, uh,
Chad Morgan die,
we'd learn a tremendous
amount from his autopsy,
wouldn't we?
Maybe even enough to finally
determine how his power works.
If anything happens to Chad,
I'll go to the
authorities, the press.
Are you foolish enough to
do something like that, Vera?
See you at 3.
CHAD: You recorded all this?
A.R.T.: From the moment
you left the exercise room.
That's enough, A.R.T.
Is it true what
they said, A.R.T.?
I could die?
It's true, Chad.
What am I gonna do?
You might ask advice from your
Internet friend, Ranger Walker.
Yeah. Okay.
Ah, he's not in.
I'm gonna leave a message.
There. In the meantime, I
better go talk to Dr. Haines.
Be careful, Chad.
And remember,
wherever there's
a security camera,
I'm watching.
Thanks, A.R.T.
TRIVETTE: According
to his parole officer,
Garson's apartment
is on the third floor.
(gun cocks)
Watch it!
Let's go.
( dramatic theme playing)
Hold it, Garson!
Would you have made that jump?
Only if the Texas
Rangers were after me.
Let's see what our APB
turned up on Mr. Garson.
Okay.
(computer beeps)
Whoa. Walker, you got
another message from Chad.
"Ranger Walker..."
(Trivette reading)
He left an e-mail address.
(Trivette reads e-mail address)
No response.
Futures R & D?
Ever heard of 'em?
No.
So A.R.T., the
institute computer,
showed you the
entire conversation
between Dr. Payton and myself?
Ha. But why would a computer...?
A.R.T. and I are friends.
And nobody here knows
about this relationship?
A.R.T. told me
to keep it a secret.
(sighs)
Your mother, Chad.
She designed A.R.T.,
wrote all the basic programs,
and whether on purpose or not,
a big part of herself
must have integrated
into A.R.T.'s circuits.
That's amazing.
Did you know my
mother, Dr. Haines?
No. I only knew of her, Chad.
She died before I got here.
I don't think so.
What do you mean?
I don't think she's
dead, Dr. Haines.
A.R.T. and I... (device beeping)
Oh, it's something
A.R.T. and I put together
so we can communicate
without modems.
What is it, A.R.T.?
A.R.T.: Disturbing news, Chad.
Dr. Payton has
determined that Dr. Haines
has become a
detriment to the program.
He told Lieutenant Fowler
to eliminate the problem.
At this moment, they are
approaching down Corridor F.
( dramatic theme playing)
Sensible decision.
Make for the first
door on the left.
I'll secure it behind you.
MAN: Go! Go!
Whoa!
I don't understand this.
These doors can only be
locked through central command.
Central, check your monitors
on Y and Z service corridors,
then give me a location on
Chad Morgan and Dr. Haines.
The security cams
for Y and Z corridors
are malfunctioning, sir.
Somebody's helping them.
Both Y and Z lead to
the west loading docks.
That's right. We
cut them off there.
MAN: Go!
(alarm blaring)
MAN 1: Stop them!
MAN 2: Dr. Haines!
What are we gonna
do now, Dr. Haines?
What I should've
done in the first place.
We're going to the authorities.
(men shouting)
Oh, my ankle!
You okay, Dr. Haines? Yeah.
J-just go straight through
there to the highway.
Take it south to Dallas.
What about you?
Just do what I say, Chad.
A.R.T.: She's right, Chad.
Now go, please!
MAN: Nothing around here.
(men shouting)
End of the line, Vera.
Where is he?
Go find him. Find
him! Track him down.
(grunts)
(grunts)
MAN 1: He can't
get far. MAN 2: Chad!
Come on.
A.R.T. A.R.T., Ranger Walker.
Get Ranger Walker.
Tell him what's happened.
( dramatic theme playing)
Anything on Futures R & D?
Address.
Everything else
appears to be top secret.
(beeping)
A.R.T.: Ranger Walker.
Dr. Vera Haines
possibly hurt or detained
by Futures Research
and Development
security forces.
(A.R.T. reading)
(beep)
A.R.T., I'm at a highway.
I'm gonna hitchhike to Dallas.
I'll give you a call
when I get there.
Just please keep
looking for my mother.
A.R.T.: Hitchhike?
No. I wouldn't...
(shuts off radio)
( dramatic theme playing)
Excuse me. Excuse me, sir.
Um, can I have a ride to Dallas?
I reckon, if I can
get this thing started.
Oh, don't worry about it.
It'll start.
(engine starts)
How'd you do that?
It's a long, long story.
All right. Come on.
( upbeat country theme playing)
Seat belts.
PAYTON: Yes, Chad
Morgan lives here.
Or rather, he did live here
under FRD's guardianship,
but, uh, as of this afternoon,
I'm afraid that Chad's
officially a runaway.
There's a report on file at
our local police department.
Why would he run away?
Well, at Chad's age,
it could be any
number of things.
I mean, he's a difficult boy.
Very intelligent...
Genius IQ, really.
But he is difficult.
And I'm sure that, uh,
this message you received
was, heh, Chad's idea of a joke.
A joke.
Hm. Really?
Yeah, I think so. Uh...
His distorted sense
of humor here at FRD
is very well documented.
TRIVETTE: Excuse me, Dr. Payton.
How did Futures R & D
ever receive guardianship
of a minor in the first place?
His mother worked here...
Also brilliant, Ph.D. and more.
But a, uh, very tragic lady,
and she had a breakdown.
And at some point
after being hospitalized,
she vanished.
Fortunately for
Chad, before she did,
she had made arrangements
to give FRD custody of her son.
He had no other family?
Apparently not.
Now, all these legal
papers are on file,
and as for this Dr. Vera
Haines you mentioned?
There's never been anyone at FRD
named Vera Haines,
doctor or otherwise.
Well, good luck, sir,
and we sure hope you find Chad.
We're all worried about him.
Right.
Thanks.
( tense theme playing)
Do you believe any of that?
Not a drop.
So we concentrate
on Vera Haines?
Right.
( ominous theme playing)
That'll do it for now,
but we gotta find that kid.
( heavy rock theme playing)
MAN: Let's see.
Let's see.
Oh, man, look at this.
MAN: All right,
man, check this out.
Hey, go for it, man.
MAN: Ow!
OLD MAN: You got to be
careful in this part of town.
It's a bad part.
No way, pal.
I-I'll remember that.
GIRL: Hey, little boy.
(women laughing)
WOMAN: Come on.
Boo!
(women laughing)
(women hooting)
Hey, A.R.T.?
A.R.T.: I've been
worried about you.
That's impossible.
But true. Where are you?
Haven't the slightest idea.
Did you find anything
else on my mother?
Nothing that we
can act on, not yet.
But hopefully within
the next 24 hours
I'll have something
more definitive.
Yeah. Hopefully.
Until then you'll need money.
But how?
Go to the nearest bank's
automated teller machine
and call me.
Okay.
(shuts off radio)
You know, maybe this
Vera Haines doesn't exist,
because I'm not
getting anything.
Hey, this A.R.T.
guy's doing it again.
"Futures Research
& Development file
"on Dr. Vera Haines erased.
"I could not prevent deletion.
"Nothing left but a
residual memory of address.
"8118 Kenton
Place, Apartment 314,
"Addison, Texas.
Will stay in touch. A.R.T."
Who is this character?
I don't know, and
right now I don't care.
Let's go check it out.
Right behind you.
( ominous theme playing)
(glass breaking)
MAN 1: I don't see nothing here.
MAN 2: Well, find it.
Check that drawer there.
MAN 1: Still nothing.
Texas Rangers!
Move!
(grunts)
Get your hands up.
Easy. Up!
Don't shoot. Okay, okay.
( dramatic theme playing)
Over here.
Kiss the ground.
A.R.T.: I've transferred Futures
Research & Development funds
into a new account in your name.
That's stealing, isn't it?
An abstract concept.
Consider this money the
allowance you never received
for the past eight years.
Okay. What next?
You must manipulate
the interior machinery
to obtain the cash.
Reach out to the
main circuit junction...
And manipulate the
dispensing matrix.
Yeah, I can feel it.
Okay.
Here we go.
Whoops.
Yes, I'd say "whoops"
describes this
situation quite nicely.
Hey, kid. Who was that?
Do that again.
Is there a problem?
Definitely a problem with a gun.
Very well. Defend
yourself intelligently.
I'll activate the
bank's silent alarm.
Hey.
(grunting)
Let me up.
Let me loose.
What's going on here?
Let me loose!
Give me your hand.
Nobody's gonna hurt you, son.
GUARD: The other hand! Unh!
Just stay cool, okay?
But we need to ask you
some questions, though.
You do have a psycho-kinetic
option here, Chad.
Not against the good guys.
Looks like I'm gonna
meet Ranger Walker
sooner than expected.
Go! Come on, move.
( ominous theme playing)
Hello, Vera.
How's the ankle?
Why am I still alive?
It's called bait, Vera.
We need you to get Chad back,
and when we get him back,
we need you to
help us control him.
And if I refuse?
Well, in that case,
both you and Chad
will cease to exist
as viable life forms.
Now, you've got
until Chad's return
to make up your mind.
Sleep tight.
Oh, those guys we busted
at Vera Haines' apartment
wanted to talk.
Bad.
But they didn't know anything.
A cold hire.
Nothing here to prove that
Vera Haines was even a resident.
Lease is in the name
of Futures R & D.
Ranger Walker, I've
got a young man here,
says he won't talk
to anybody but you.
Says his name is Chad Morgan.
( dramatic theme playing)
Ranger Walker.
I wondered what you looked like.
Well, Chad, I kind of wondered
what you looked like too.
So, what's this all about?
HAINES: A.R.T.,
I sure could use
some help about now.
(sobs)
Haven't done
this in a long time.
Please, Lord, help
Chad find safety
and love, and if you
can manage it, Lord,
I can use some help too.
(sobbing)
Walker. Hello.
WALKER: In the kitchen.
Hey, it smells good.
Does that mean you
want something to eat?
Heck, yeah.
Well, I figured as much.
Here you go. Thank you.
How's the kid?
Ah, he's still sleeping.
CHAD: Not anymore.
Good morning, Ranger
Walker, Ranger Trivette.
Morning, Chad. Morning,
Chad. You hungry?
Oh, yeah, I could
definitely eat.
Yes, sir.
Got a little souvenir
for you, Chad.
For me?
It's from the ATM
camera. CHAD: Hm.
WALKER: There you go.
Yeah, the officers said
that you were the one
that captured the criminal.
Aw, I was just defending
myself intelligently.
The reporting officer
said something about
how you were defending yourself.
Really? What'd he say?
Well, he said that you had
paranormal abilities.
Paranormal?
That's what he said.
Ranger Trivette, could I have
some of your hash browns?
Yeah, sure.
Thanks.
Do that again.
Oh, sure.
Thanks.
Is that you were
doing at the institute?
Yeah. Every day.
Since I was about... 4.
With Dr. Haines.
Dr. Payton was in
charge of the project.
(phone rings)
Hello.
Hi, Alex.
Did you get the search
warrant for Futures R & D?
ALEX: Three judges so far,
none of them will issue.
Their collective refusal
is based on the fact
that Chad didn't actually see
anything happen to Dr. Haines,
whom we can't even prove exists,
and consequently...
No evidence of foul play.
That's it in a nutshell.
I think you should also be
aware of a new development.
Futures R & D's
lawyers have learned
that Chad is staying with you,
and they want him returned
to the institute's custody.
Can you stall 'em?
They're a pretty
powerful organization,
but you know I will try my best.
Okay, thanks, Alex.
You don't have enough evidence
for a search warrant, do you?
No.
Do you think A.R.T. can help us?
Hm.
TRIVETTE: The mysterious A.R.T.
Does he work for Futures R & D?
If I'm right, Trivette,
that's an understatement.
Right about what?
I think A.R.T. is a computer,
a unique computer.
A.R.T.: Correct, Ranger Walker.
Well, A.R.T., can
you help us out?
What kind of
evidence do you need?
I need to find out if
Vera Haines exists.
Or existed.
I'll begin immediately.
WALKER: Okay. Thanks, A.R.T.
Is there any more food?
Sorry. We don't
have any more left.
Well, let's stretch
our legs, Chad.
All right.
You know, these past two days
have been so simple and free.
No pressure. No PK exercises.
Feels great.
That's the way it
should feel, Chad.
Yeah.
Hey, do you know
if there's any fish
in this lake here?
Yeah, there's a lot of fish
and a lot of water moccasins.
Huh.
(A.R.T. beeping)
Yeah, what is it, A.R.T.?
A.R.T.: I've found
your mother, Chad.
Where is she?
She's presently in a facility
for the emotionally disturbed.
What?
The emotionally disturbed?
I'm afraid so.
Timberlawn Mental
Health Facility.
3589 Hunt Avenue, Irving, Texas.
I'll go check it out.
I want to go with you.
Please.
Okay.
MAN: Ugh.
NURSE: She's
around here someplace.
So your mother's
Linda Morgan, huh?
Uh, y-yes, ma'am.
Hm. Well, that's a surprise.
She never mentioned
she had a son.
Don't worry, we'll find her.
You know, your
mother's been here
quite a while now, Chad.
Here we are.
Your mom's one of
our most dedicated
and popular counselors.
She's a counselor?
NURSE: Uh-huh.
Here, let me show you something.
Why don't you try that?
That'll do the same thing.
You did it. See? Good.
That's very good, Nicole.
Stick with this. Don't let it...
Don't let it beat you.
Mom?
( dramatic choral theme playing)
Who are...? Who...?
Chad?
Yeah, Mom, it's me.
(sobbing): Oh, God.
Oh, my baby. Oh, my God.
Where...? Oh, God, you're alive!
(sobbing): Oh!
Oh, oh, oh, my Chad. Chad.
It's me. Oh!
(sobbing)
Harold Payton told
me you were dead.
He told me that the
plane bringing you to me
had crashed in the ocean
and it was never recovered.
(sighs)
He said everybody was gone.
Chad and his nanny,
and five other people.
Seven souls.
Did Dr. Payton know
about Chad's special talent?
LINDA: Oh, yeah.
I was working for
him at the time.
I was stupid enough
to confide in him.
Six people died so that he
could get control of my son?
Why did you leave, Mrs. Morgan?
With Chad's daddy
gone, two years before, I...
I... I-I just broke apart.
(sobbing)
Payton was giving me injections
to help with my depression.
(chuckles)
He wasn't trying
to help me at all.
I fell into a severe
psychosis, and, uh,
it took me a long time
to climb out of it, but I did.
And I put it behind me.
And I started working
full-time about a year ago
here at Timberlawn.
And that's how A.R.T. found you?
Yes.
And now that I've
got you back again,
oh, I'm gonna be whole.
Never gonna let you go.
Hey, Ranger Walker,
where are you going?
I've got some arrests
to make, Chad.
( dramatic theme playing)
Okay, get Alex on it right
away, will you, Trivette?
All right.
A.R.T.: Gentlemen,
I have urgent news.
A.R.T., don't just
pop in on me like that.
Forgive me, Ranger Trivette,
but this information
is pressing.
What is it, A.R.T.?
A.R.T.: I have
recorded proof, on tape,
that Dr. Haines is alive,
but being held
here against her will,
and I am sending it via modem
to your computer
terminal, Ranger Trivette.
Got it.
I'll meet you at
Futures R & D, Trivette.
Right.
A.R.T.: Ranger Walker,
a problem has arisen.
What is it?
My sensors indicate
that our last transmission
was monitored.
PAYTON: When did this go out?
A few minutes ago.
To the headquarters
of the Texas Rangers.
A.R.T. I knew it!
That's why I put Haines in a
cell without security cameras.
All right. All bets
are off now, Wilkens.
Yes, sir.
Kill the source.
Don't let 'em prove
this originated
with FRD Institute.
Take that damn machine apart.
Get ready to die,
A.R.T., you hear me?
Get ready to die.
(A.R.T. beeping)
A.R.T.?
I am so glad you called.
With all the excitement,
I forgot to tell you that...
A.R.T.: Chad, excuse
me, but my part
in our little plot has
been discovered.
I found my mother, A.R.T.,
and she's here
with me right now.
Excellent news, but...
A.R.T., this is Linda Morgan.
Dr. Morgan,
I can't tell you how good
it is to hear you, but...
She thought I was dead, A.R.T.,
and she was here
this whole time.
Chad, Dr. Morgan.
Wilkens, Morton J.,
Payton's Teflon yes man,
is on his way to remove
my microcircuit units,
erase my memory
banks, and shut me down.
Um, A.R.T.,
Ranger Walker and the
police are on their way.
We'll be there as
soon as we can.
Um, can you use your
electromagnetic capabilities
as a temporary defense?
Temporary is the operative word,
so please hurry.
I'm not keen about dying
at such a tender age.
You're not gonna die, A.R.T.
Come on, let's go.
( dramatic theme playing)
Nobody gets in this building.
Nobody. Is that clear?
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
I got the warrant.
This is a restricted
area, Rangers,
so why don't you just go on
back where you came from?
We have a warrant.
That's not good enough here.
It's good enough for us.
(grunting)
Shut down power to four and six.
MAN: All right. Augh!
A.R.T.: I wouldn't touch that.
(grunts)
Get down. All the way down.
That's right.
I'll go look for Payton.
All right.
A.R.T.: Hurry, Chad.
(haltingly): I cannot
hold out much longer.
That way, Mom.
I know a shortcut.
Hang on, A.R.T. Please.
A.R.T.: Database conversion
has been interrupted.
(breaking up): Sl...
And corrupted...
Reinitialize.
Ing... New programs 1-1-2
and 1-1-2 Delta
have been canceled.
Macroprogram, of...
Payton.
You're under arrest.
You'll never make
it stick, Ranger.
We'll let a jury decide that.
Let's go.
(grunts)
(grunts)
(grunting)
( dramatic theme playing)
If we can destroy what
that damn computer knows,
they got no case
at all whatsoever.
Almost there, sir.
Few more minutes.
All right. Hurry
it up. Hurry up.
Payton.
Let her go.
Stay right where
you are, Walker.
HAINES: Chad.
A.R.T., you okay?
(groaning)
Hello, Payton.
Oh, yeah, it's me.
You're finished.
A.R.T.? This is
Linda Morgan, A.R.T.
Can you hear me?
Come on, A.R.T.
A.R.T., please, say something.
(beeping)
A.R.T.: Hello, Chad,
Dr. Morgan, Ranger Walker.
Oh, looks like the good
guys won this time around.
Sure did, A.R.T.
I will attempt a bit of
human elation at our victory
and the restoration
of my brilliance.
Yahoo. Yahoo.
(all laughing)
Well, glad everything
turned out all right.
CHAD: Couldn't have been better.
I mean, now mom's
the boss around here,
A.R.T. and I are partners.
Hey, you know,
th-that's not bad.
Heh-heh. Not bad at all.
Hey, where's your knapsack?
Ah, there it is.
CHAD: Ah.
What?
Chad, you've got to stop relying
on that special talent of yours.
Absolutely.
It's gonna start diminishing
little by little from now on.
You gotta learn how to
do things on your own.
A.R.T.: I agree wholeheartedly.
Okay. I won't do it again.
Okay.
Can I still come back to
the ranch, Ranger Walker?
You bet. Anytime you want, Chad.
(gasps): Chad.
What? Who, me?
(laughs)
( upbeat theme playing)
( 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 ♪
theme playing)
( ominous theme playing)
(beeps)
Don't turn around, buddy.
Just give me your money or die.
I said don't turn around.
I heard you. Just
hand over the cash,
and nobody gets hurt. I
work hard for this money,
and I ain't about
to just hand it over
to some little punk like you.
Who you calling a
punk? Do you see this?
Yeah, I see it. You see this?
(gunshot)
(grunts)
(grunts)
Fine. Keep your money.
That makes seven of
these ATM robberies
in the past two weeks, huh?
Yeah,
but this is the best photo
we've gotten of this guy so far.
All right. I'll put
it out on the wire.
Okay.
(computer beeping)
Hey, looks like
your buddy's calling.
Well, he was your buddy first.
Yeah, yeah, until I got
tired of losing to him.
Or until he got
tired of beating you.
Whatever.
There you go.
What?
Well, I just think it's nice,
you and the kid on the
Internet, playing chess.
It's... It's sweet.
(computer beeping)
Well, he sounds lonely.
And if he's only 12
and can play this well,
he is lonely.
TRIVETTE: Yeah, but
you can take him down.
You can take him down.
Take his rook with your bishop,
then you'll have him on the run.
That's why he quit
playing you, Trivette.
Watch.
I'll take his knight
with that bishop.
Checkmate?
Yep.
Yeah, well, it
took you four times
before you beat him.
Well, that's better than
losing to him 12 times straight.
Don't... Don't go there.
(chuckles)
CHAD: Boy, I should have
seen that move coming, A.R.T.
A.R.T.: This Ranger Walker
must be a very good player
to defeat you, Chad.
Yeah, considering you
taught me how to play, A.R.T.
Well, the human mind is
prone to do the unexpected.
And being nonhuman, it
follows that my chess instructions
may have leaned
towards the mechanical.
Stop putting
yourself down, A.R.T.
My official
designation, after all,
is Artificial Reactive
Technology...
Emphasis on artificial.
So I may be considered
a poor attempt
at replicating the human brain
and not suited to...Oh, baloney.
Baloney?
You'll always be A.R.T. to me.
My best friend.
I don't know what I would
have done without you
these past eight years.
My mom dying,
and me moving to
the institute and all, I...
You got me through.
You know, and if I had
any complaint at all...
What would your
complaint be, Chad?
Since you're a
giant supercomputer
and not a person,
I can't give you a hug.
Most unscientific, Mr. Morgan.
Hmph.
Excellent scientist,
your mother.
She created you.
My point exactly.
I don't feel like she's gone.
Perhaps not.
Since you first began
having these feelings,
I've checked with
other systems out there,
and I've detected activity
on your mother's
social security number.
Unusual for a deceased
person, and there's more.
More?
She could be
somewhere in Dallas.
Wait. Someone's approaching.
Dr. Haines.
Oh.
Time for my
mind-expanding exercises.
We'll talk about this later.
Ready, Chad?
All set.
I'd like to hug you too, Chad.
Will Dr. Payton be there today?
He's in charge of the project.
Yes, I know.
Nothing to worry about, Chad.
I'll be there too.
Remember?
( ominous theme playing)
Little freak!
(grunts)
MAN: Let me down!
Let me down, you little freak!
Let me down from here!
Let me down!
Let me down, you little jerk.
Let me down!
Let me down!
That's enough, Chad. Stop it.
Okay.
Let me down!
(grunts)
Chad. Excellent. Excellent.
Bravo. Very good.
Now, listen, why don't
you go with Wilkens here
and prepare for your
other exercises. Okay?
Yes, sir.
These physical attacks on Chad
are hardly
scientific, Dr. Payton.
But packed with enormous
scientific information,
Dr. Haines.
Did you observe Chad's
split-second reflex action?
Boom!
The increase in power
when anger supplanted fear?
Ho-ho.
He is at the peak of his
psycho-kinetic powers.
A PK savant like
none we've seen.
He is a frightened and
terribly lonely 12-year-old,
and you're pushing him too hard.
This cannot continue.
Dr. Haines, Chad
likes you and trusts you,
and that makes you
a member of the team,
but, uh, let me make
one thing very clear.
You can be replaced.
He can't.
Is that understood?
Good. Then let's
get back to work.
( dramatic theme playing)
( 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 ♪
( dramatic theme playing)
PAYTON (over speaker): All
right. Good boy, Chad. That's it.
Very good.
Concentrate now, Chad.
Yeah. There you go.
Very good, Chad.
Focus now. Very good, Chad.
Now, Chad, center beam.
Do you hear me? Chad?
I hear you.
Okay.
All right.
Very good. Very good, Chad.
All right. Now, concentrate.
Concentrate. Very good.
Focus, Chad, focus.
Now, Chad. Center beam, Chad.
Do you hear me? Center beam.
I hear you.
It's slipping, Chad. Chad.
Come on, now. It's slipping.
Chad? Bear down.
It's slipping. Come on.
Chad, concentrate!
(monitor beeping)
That's enough!
Dr. Haines,
I'll say when it's
enough, all right?
Come on, Chad.
Come on, buddy. It's slipping.
Dr. Haines!
Yes, Chad?
Head hurts bad.
HAINES: Stop it now, Payton!
Come on, Chad! Come
on now. Don't be a crybaby.
Come on. You can
do this. Be a man.
Come on, Chad. You're
a tiger. What do you say?
Come on, now.
Keep at it. Keep trying.
You can make it happen,
Chad. Go. Come on.
Focus, Chad! Concentrate!
(monitor alarm blaring)
Ah! Damn.
It's okay.
That was uncalled-for.
It's okay.
Chad, you're excused
for the rest of the day.
I'll be up to see you later.
All right. That's all for now.
Be back here at 3:00, and
we'll review this incident.
You're pushing him too hard.
You saw the blood. That's
hemorrhaging, Payton.
(sighs)
We have no choice, Dr. Haines.
If the others we've tested
here are any guideline,
then Chad's
psycho-kinetic power's
not gonna last much longer.
The oldest was 13 and a half.
I remember. Brain tumor.
Yes, well, which very
well might have happened
with or without our experiments.
I don't believe that,
and neither do you.
Oh, then just spare me
your bleeding heart, will you?
It's time to push!
Boom! It's time to push hard!
He could die, Payton.
Chad could die.
(sighs)
Okay, yes.
Well, should, uh,
Chad Morgan die,
we'd learn a tremendous
amount from his autopsy,
wouldn't we?
Maybe even enough to finally
determine how his power works.
If anything happens to Chad,
I'll go to the
authorities, the press.
Are you foolish enough to
do something like that, Vera?
See you at 3.
CHAD: You recorded all this?
A.R.T.: From the moment
you left the exercise room.
That's enough, A.R.T.
Is it true what
they said, A.R.T.?
I could die?
It's true, Chad.
What am I gonna do?
You might ask advice from your
Internet friend, Ranger Walker.
Yeah. Okay.
Ah, he's not in.
I'm gonna leave a message.
There. In the meantime, I
better go talk to Dr. Haines.
Be careful, Chad.
And remember,
wherever there's
a security camera,
I'm watching.
Thanks, A.R.T.
TRIVETTE: According
to his parole officer,
Garson's apartment
is on the third floor.
(gun cocks)
Watch it!
Let's go.
( dramatic theme playing)
Hold it, Garson!
Would you have made that jump?
Only if the Texas
Rangers were after me.
Let's see what our APB
turned up on Mr. Garson.
Okay.
(computer beeps)
Whoa. Walker, you got
another message from Chad.
"Ranger Walker..."
(Trivette reading)
He left an e-mail address.
(Trivette reads e-mail address)
No response.
Futures R & D?
Ever heard of 'em?
No.
So A.R.T., the
institute computer,
showed you the
entire conversation
between Dr. Payton and myself?
Ha. But why would a computer...?
A.R.T. and I are friends.
And nobody here knows
about this relationship?
A.R.T. told me
to keep it a secret.
(sighs)
Your mother, Chad.
She designed A.R.T.,
wrote all the basic programs,
and whether on purpose or not,
a big part of herself
must have integrated
into A.R.T.'s circuits.
That's amazing.
Did you know my
mother, Dr. Haines?
No. I only knew of her, Chad.
She died before I got here.
I don't think so.
What do you mean?
I don't think she's
dead, Dr. Haines.
A.R.T. and I... (device beeping)
Oh, it's something
A.R.T. and I put together
so we can communicate
without modems.
What is it, A.R.T.?
A.R.T.: Disturbing news, Chad.
Dr. Payton has
determined that Dr. Haines
has become a
detriment to the program.
He told Lieutenant Fowler
to eliminate the problem.
At this moment, they are
approaching down Corridor F.
( dramatic theme playing)
Sensible decision.
Make for the first
door on the left.
I'll secure it behind you.
MAN: Go! Go!
Whoa!
I don't understand this.
These doors can only be
locked through central command.
Central, check your monitors
on Y and Z service corridors,
then give me a location on
Chad Morgan and Dr. Haines.
The security cams
for Y and Z corridors
are malfunctioning, sir.
Somebody's helping them.
Both Y and Z lead to
the west loading docks.
That's right. We
cut them off there.
MAN: Go!
(alarm blaring)
MAN 1: Stop them!
MAN 2: Dr. Haines!
What are we gonna
do now, Dr. Haines?
What I should've
done in the first place.
We're going to the authorities.
(men shouting)
Oh, my ankle!
You okay, Dr. Haines? Yeah.
J-just go straight through
there to the highway.
Take it south to Dallas.
What about you?
Just do what I say, Chad.
A.R.T.: She's right, Chad.
Now go, please!
MAN: Nothing around here.
(men shouting)
End of the line, Vera.
Where is he?
Go find him. Find
him! Track him down.
(grunts)
(grunts)
MAN 1: He can't
get far. MAN 2: Chad!
Come on.
A.R.T. A.R.T., Ranger Walker.
Get Ranger Walker.
Tell him what's happened.
( dramatic theme playing)
Anything on Futures R & D?
Address.
Everything else
appears to be top secret.
(beeping)
A.R.T.: Ranger Walker.
Dr. Vera Haines
possibly hurt or detained
by Futures Research
and Development
security forces.
(A.R.T. reading)
(beep)
A.R.T., I'm at a highway.
I'm gonna hitchhike to Dallas.
I'll give you a call
when I get there.
Just please keep
looking for my mother.
A.R.T.: Hitchhike?
No. I wouldn't...
(shuts off radio)
( dramatic theme playing)
Excuse me. Excuse me, sir.
Um, can I have a ride to Dallas?
I reckon, if I can
get this thing started.
Oh, don't worry about it.
It'll start.
(engine starts)
How'd you do that?
It's a long, long story.
All right. Come on.
( upbeat country theme playing)
Seat belts.
PAYTON: Yes, Chad
Morgan lives here.
Or rather, he did live here
under FRD's guardianship,
but, uh, as of this afternoon,
I'm afraid that Chad's
officially a runaway.
There's a report on file at
our local police department.
Why would he run away?
Well, at Chad's age,
it could be any
number of things.
I mean, he's a difficult boy.
Very intelligent...
Genius IQ, really.
But he is difficult.
And I'm sure that, uh,
this message you received
was, heh, Chad's idea of a joke.
A joke.
Hm. Really?
Yeah, I think so. Uh...
His distorted sense
of humor here at FRD
is very well documented.
TRIVETTE: Excuse me, Dr. Payton.
How did Futures R & D
ever receive guardianship
of a minor in the first place?
His mother worked here...
Also brilliant, Ph.D. and more.
But a, uh, very tragic lady,
and she had a breakdown.
And at some point
after being hospitalized,
she vanished.
Fortunately for
Chad, before she did,
she had made arrangements
to give FRD custody of her son.
He had no other family?
Apparently not.
Now, all these legal
papers are on file,
and as for this Dr. Vera
Haines you mentioned?
There's never been anyone at FRD
named Vera Haines,
doctor or otherwise.
Well, good luck, sir,
and we sure hope you find Chad.
We're all worried about him.
Right.
Thanks.
( tense theme playing)
Do you believe any of that?
Not a drop.
So we concentrate
on Vera Haines?
Right.
( ominous theme playing)
That'll do it for now,
but we gotta find that kid.
( heavy rock theme playing)
MAN: Let's see.
Let's see.
Oh, man, look at this.
MAN: All right,
man, check this out.
Hey, go for it, man.
MAN: Ow!
OLD MAN: You got to be
careful in this part of town.
It's a bad part.
No way, pal.
I-I'll remember that.
GIRL: Hey, little boy.
(women laughing)
WOMAN: Come on.
Boo!
(women laughing)
(women hooting)
Hey, A.R.T.?
A.R.T.: I've been
worried about you.
That's impossible.
But true. Where are you?
Haven't the slightest idea.
Did you find anything
else on my mother?
Nothing that we
can act on, not yet.
But hopefully within
the next 24 hours
I'll have something
more definitive.
Yeah. Hopefully.
Until then you'll need money.
But how?
Go to the nearest bank's
automated teller machine
and call me.
Okay.
(shuts off radio)
You know, maybe this
Vera Haines doesn't exist,
because I'm not
getting anything.
Hey, this A.R.T.
guy's doing it again.
"Futures Research
& Development file
"on Dr. Vera Haines erased.
"I could not prevent deletion.
"Nothing left but a
residual memory of address.
"8118 Kenton
Place, Apartment 314,
"Addison, Texas.
Will stay in touch. A.R.T."
Who is this character?
I don't know, and
right now I don't care.
Let's go check it out.
Right behind you.
( ominous theme playing)
(glass breaking)
MAN 1: I don't see nothing here.
MAN 2: Well, find it.
Check that drawer there.
MAN 1: Still nothing.
Texas Rangers!
Move!
(grunts)
Get your hands up.
Easy. Up!
Don't shoot. Okay, okay.
( dramatic theme playing)
Over here.
Kiss the ground.
A.R.T.: I've transferred Futures
Research & Development funds
into a new account in your name.
That's stealing, isn't it?
An abstract concept.
Consider this money the
allowance you never received
for the past eight years.
Okay. What next?
You must manipulate
the interior machinery
to obtain the cash.
Reach out to the
main circuit junction...
And manipulate the
dispensing matrix.
Yeah, I can feel it.
Okay.
Here we go.
Whoops.
Yes, I'd say "whoops"
describes this
situation quite nicely.
Hey, kid. Who was that?
Do that again.
Is there a problem?
Definitely a problem with a gun.
Very well. Defend
yourself intelligently.
I'll activate the
bank's silent alarm.
Hey.
(grunting)
Let me up.
Let me loose.
What's going on here?
Let me loose!
Give me your hand.
Nobody's gonna hurt you, son.
GUARD: The other hand! Unh!
Just stay cool, okay?
But we need to ask you
some questions, though.
You do have a psycho-kinetic
option here, Chad.
Not against the good guys.
Looks like I'm gonna
meet Ranger Walker
sooner than expected.
Go! Come on, move.
( ominous theme playing)
Hello, Vera.
How's the ankle?
Why am I still alive?
It's called bait, Vera.
We need you to get Chad back,
and when we get him back,
we need you to
help us control him.
And if I refuse?
Well, in that case,
both you and Chad
will cease to exist
as viable life forms.
Now, you've got
until Chad's return
to make up your mind.
Sleep tight.
Oh, those guys we busted
at Vera Haines' apartment
wanted to talk.
Bad.
But they didn't know anything.
A cold hire.
Nothing here to prove that
Vera Haines was even a resident.
Lease is in the name
of Futures R & D.
Ranger Walker, I've
got a young man here,
says he won't talk
to anybody but you.
Says his name is Chad Morgan.
( dramatic theme playing)
Ranger Walker.
I wondered what you looked like.
Well, Chad, I kind of wondered
what you looked like too.
So, what's this all about?
HAINES: A.R.T.,
I sure could use
some help about now.
(sobs)
Haven't done
this in a long time.
Please, Lord, help
Chad find safety
and love, and if you
can manage it, Lord,
I can use some help too.
(sobbing)
Walker. Hello.
WALKER: In the kitchen.
Hey, it smells good.
Does that mean you
want something to eat?
Heck, yeah.
Well, I figured as much.
Here you go. Thank you.
How's the kid?
Ah, he's still sleeping.
CHAD: Not anymore.
Good morning, Ranger
Walker, Ranger Trivette.
Morning, Chad. Morning,
Chad. You hungry?
Oh, yeah, I could
definitely eat.
Yes, sir.
Got a little souvenir
for you, Chad.
For me?
It's from the ATM
camera. CHAD: Hm.
WALKER: There you go.
Yeah, the officers said
that you were the one
that captured the criminal.
Aw, I was just defending
myself intelligently.
The reporting officer
said something about
how you were defending yourself.
Really? What'd he say?
Well, he said that you had
paranormal abilities.
Paranormal?
That's what he said.
Ranger Trivette, could I have
some of your hash browns?
Yeah, sure.
Thanks.
Do that again.
Oh, sure.
Thanks.
Is that you were
doing at the institute?
Yeah. Every day.
Since I was about... 4.
With Dr. Haines.
Dr. Payton was in
charge of the project.
(phone rings)
Hello.
Hi, Alex.
Did you get the search
warrant for Futures R & D?
ALEX: Three judges so far,
none of them will issue.
Their collective refusal
is based on the fact
that Chad didn't actually see
anything happen to Dr. Haines,
whom we can't even prove exists,
and consequently...
No evidence of foul play.
That's it in a nutshell.
I think you should also be
aware of a new development.
Futures R & D's
lawyers have learned
that Chad is staying with you,
and they want him returned
to the institute's custody.
Can you stall 'em?
They're a pretty
powerful organization,
but you know I will try my best.
Okay, thanks, Alex.
You don't have enough evidence
for a search warrant, do you?
No.
Do you think A.R.T. can help us?
Hm.
TRIVETTE: The mysterious A.R.T.
Does he work for Futures R & D?
If I'm right, Trivette,
that's an understatement.
Right about what?
I think A.R.T. is a computer,
a unique computer.
A.R.T.: Correct, Ranger Walker.
Well, A.R.T., can
you help us out?
What kind of
evidence do you need?
I need to find out if
Vera Haines exists.
Or existed.
I'll begin immediately.
WALKER: Okay. Thanks, A.R.T.
Is there any more food?
Sorry. We don't
have any more left.
Well, let's stretch
our legs, Chad.
All right.
You know, these past two days
have been so simple and free.
No pressure. No PK exercises.
Feels great.
That's the way it
should feel, Chad.
Yeah.
Hey, do you know
if there's any fish
in this lake here?
Yeah, there's a lot of fish
and a lot of water moccasins.
Huh.
(A.R.T. beeping)
Yeah, what is it, A.R.T.?
A.R.T.: I've found
your mother, Chad.
Where is she?
She's presently in a facility
for the emotionally disturbed.
What?
The emotionally disturbed?
I'm afraid so.
Timberlawn Mental
Health Facility.
3589 Hunt Avenue, Irving, Texas.
I'll go check it out.
I want to go with you.
Please.
Okay.
MAN: Ugh.
NURSE: She's
around here someplace.
So your mother's
Linda Morgan, huh?
Uh, y-yes, ma'am.
Hm. Well, that's a surprise.
She never mentioned
she had a son.
Don't worry, we'll find her.
You know, your
mother's been here
quite a while now, Chad.
Here we are.
Your mom's one of
our most dedicated
and popular counselors.
She's a counselor?
NURSE: Uh-huh.
Here, let me show you something.
Why don't you try that?
That'll do the same thing.
You did it. See? Good.
That's very good, Nicole.
Stick with this. Don't let it...
Don't let it beat you.
Mom?
( dramatic choral theme playing)
Who are...? Who...?
Chad?
Yeah, Mom, it's me.
(sobbing): Oh, God.
Oh, my baby. Oh, my God.
Where...? Oh, God, you're alive!
(sobbing): Oh!
Oh, oh, oh, my Chad. Chad.
It's me. Oh!
(sobbing)
Harold Payton told
me you were dead.
He told me that the
plane bringing you to me
had crashed in the ocean
and it was never recovered.
(sighs)
He said everybody was gone.
Chad and his nanny,
and five other people.
Seven souls.
Did Dr. Payton know
about Chad's special talent?
LINDA: Oh, yeah.
I was working for
him at the time.
I was stupid enough
to confide in him.
Six people died so that he
could get control of my son?
Why did you leave, Mrs. Morgan?
With Chad's daddy
gone, two years before, I...
I... I-I just broke apart.
(sobbing)
Payton was giving me injections
to help with my depression.
(chuckles)
He wasn't trying
to help me at all.
I fell into a severe
psychosis, and, uh,
it took me a long time
to climb out of it, but I did.
And I put it behind me.
And I started working
full-time about a year ago
here at Timberlawn.
And that's how A.R.T. found you?
Yes.
And now that I've
got you back again,
oh, I'm gonna be whole.
Never gonna let you go.
Hey, Ranger Walker,
where are you going?
I've got some arrests
to make, Chad.
( dramatic theme playing)
Okay, get Alex on it right
away, will you, Trivette?
All right.
A.R.T.: Gentlemen,
I have urgent news.
A.R.T., don't just
pop in on me like that.
Forgive me, Ranger Trivette,
but this information
is pressing.
What is it, A.R.T.?
A.R.T.: I have
recorded proof, on tape,
that Dr. Haines is alive,
but being held
here against her will,
and I am sending it via modem
to your computer
terminal, Ranger Trivette.
Got it.
I'll meet you at
Futures R & D, Trivette.
Right.
A.R.T.: Ranger Walker,
a problem has arisen.
What is it?
My sensors indicate
that our last transmission
was monitored.
PAYTON: When did this go out?
A few minutes ago.
To the headquarters
of the Texas Rangers.
A.R.T. I knew it!
That's why I put Haines in a
cell without security cameras.
All right. All bets
are off now, Wilkens.
Yes, sir.
Kill the source.
Don't let 'em prove
this originated
with FRD Institute.
Take that damn machine apart.
Get ready to die,
A.R.T., you hear me?
Get ready to die.
(A.R.T. beeping)
A.R.T.?
I am so glad you called.
With all the excitement,
I forgot to tell you that...
A.R.T.: Chad, excuse
me, but my part
in our little plot has
been discovered.
I found my mother, A.R.T.,
and she's here
with me right now.
Excellent news, but...
A.R.T., this is Linda Morgan.
Dr. Morgan,
I can't tell you how good
it is to hear you, but...
She thought I was dead, A.R.T.,
and she was here
this whole time.
Chad, Dr. Morgan.
Wilkens, Morton J.,
Payton's Teflon yes man,
is on his way to remove
my microcircuit units,
erase my memory
banks, and shut me down.
Um, A.R.T.,
Ranger Walker and the
police are on their way.
We'll be there as
soon as we can.
Um, can you use your
electromagnetic capabilities
as a temporary defense?
Temporary is the operative word,
so please hurry.
I'm not keen about dying
at such a tender age.
You're not gonna die, A.R.T.
Come on, let's go.
( dramatic theme playing)
Nobody gets in this building.
Nobody. Is that clear?
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
I got the warrant.
This is a restricted
area, Rangers,
so why don't you just go on
back where you came from?
We have a warrant.
That's not good enough here.
It's good enough for us.
(grunting)
Shut down power to four and six.
MAN: All right. Augh!
A.R.T.: I wouldn't touch that.
(grunts)
Get down. All the way down.
That's right.
I'll go look for Payton.
All right.
A.R.T.: Hurry, Chad.
(haltingly): I cannot
hold out much longer.
That way, Mom.
I know a shortcut.
Hang on, A.R.T. Please.
A.R.T.: Database conversion
has been interrupted.
(breaking up): Sl...
And corrupted...
Reinitialize.
Ing... New programs 1-1-2
and 1-1-2 Delta
have been canceled.
Macroprogram, of...
Payton.
You're under arrest.
You'll never make
it stick, Ranger.
We'll let a jury decide that.
Let's go.
(grunts)
(grunts)
(grunting)
( dramatic theme playing)
If we can destroy what
that damn computer knows,
they got no case
at all whatsoever.
Almost there, sir.
Few more minutes.
All right. Hurry
it up. Hurry up.
Payton.
Let her go.
Stay right where
you are, Walker.
HAINES: Chad.
A.R.T., you okay?
(groaning)
Hello, Payton.
Oh, yeah, it's me.
You're finished.
A.R.T.? This is
Linda Morgan, A.R.T.
Can you hear me?
Come on, A.R.T.
A.R.T., please, say something.
(beeping)
A.R.T.: Hello, Chad,
Dr. Morgan, Ranger Walker.
Oh, looks like the good
guys won this time around.
Sure did, A.R.T.
I will attempt a bit of
human elation at our victory
and the restoration
of my brilliance.
Yahoo. Yahoo.
(all laughing)
Well, glad everything
turned out all right.
CHAD: Couldn't have been better.
I mean, now mom's
the boss around here,
A.R.T. and I are partners.
Hey, you know,
th-that's not bad.
Heh-heh. Not bad at all.
Hey, where's your knapsack?
Ah, there it is.
CHAD: Ah.
What?
Chad, you've got to stop relying
on that special talent of yours.
Absolutely.
It's gonna start diminishing
little by little from now on.
You gotta learn how to
do things on your own.
A.R.T.: I agree wholeheartedly.
Okay. I won't do it again.
Okay.
Can I still come back to
the ranch, Ranger Walker?
You bet. Anytime you want, Chad.
(gasps): Chad.
What? Who, me?
(laughs)
( upbeat theme playing)
( 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 ♪