Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 7, Episode 23 - In Harm's Way: Part 1 - full transcript
Well, there's one
thing about him.
When he shows up,
he's really gonna rib me.
You know Brad has
had a grudge against me
ever since my bullfrog chili
beat that secret
formula his father had.
You were beat by a
12-year-old girl, C.D.
Right. Nine out
of nine judges, pal.
It was unanimous.
That girl was a ringer.
Come on, Brad,
the driver's waiting.
We're gonna be late.
Well, they can't start
the charity kickoff dinner
without the charity kickoff
chairman, now, can they?
That girl was entirely too young
to be able to cook like that.
You're intelligent people.
Don't you know that some
internationally famous chef
has sponsored her?
And if Brad says one
word to me... One word...
You are such a sore loser.
I'll show you sore.
Linda, did C.D. Parker R.S.V.P.?
I can't wait to rib him
about that 12-year-old
kid from Houston
winning the chili cook-off.
Smile for the
camera. Ha, ha, ha!
I'm just saying hold
back on the armadillo lard.
And now you're
telling me how to cook?
No, I just don't think
people like their chili
congealing in their bowls.
This from a man
that drinks green pond scum.
That's seaweed and saw grass.
Pond scum.
Don't you embarrass me out here.
You started it.
Yeah, Trivette.
I wonder where
Brad and Linda are.
What?
Yeah, we'll be right there.
What is it?
Brad and Linda
Stanford were murdered.
Their daughter too.
Evidently several others.
Let's go.
I count eight in all.
Brad and Linda, their daughter,
maid, cook, chauffeur, butler,
one foreign exchange student.
I've never seen
anything like it.
Who would do
something like this?
Whoever would do that.
♪ 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 ♪
Ranger Walker, do
you have a suspect?
How many were there?
Do you have any leads?
Any evidence of sexual assault?
I have nothing
to say at this time.
I don't have time to
deal with the press.
Well, you're gonna have to
find someone to deal with them.
Right. All this speculation
is just gonna add to the panic.
I'll take care of it, Cordell.
I know what to say.
Okay, C.D., I appreciate it.
Very splashy, Zink.
Is Mr. O happy?
Ecstatic. Let's have the tape.
Sure thing, Hatch.
It's all there in living color.
Oh, oh, you are gonna love
the look on that dude's face
when he saw us waste his wife.
Man, it doesn't get
any better than that.
Here's your 50 grand.
Tomorrow night, you go again.
Good.
There's something more
to this than meets the eye.
Like what?
I wish I knew.
Anything on the prints?
No. Prints everywhere,
but it's gonna take
a day to match them
against everyone who
belonged in the house.
Same thing with
the blood samples.
There's a lot of blood.
Almost like they were
trying to make a statement.
Mr. Rawlings.
Do I know you? Yep.
I'm your new partner.
You're my what?
Did you hear about
the Stanford family?
Of course, but what does
that have to do with me?
Same thing's gonna
happen to your family,
unless you wire $50 million
to my offshore
account by Monday.
The number for that account
you'll find in your locker.
You're out of your mind.
All the worse for you if true.
I'm talking about each and
every member of your family
shuffling off this mortal coil
in a most unpleasant fashion.
I'm calling the police.
Sit down.
Show him.
Ah.
That's his daughter.
Same age as your Jill, right?
Up one flight, second
door on the left.
Oh, my God.
Fifty million by Monday.
You can't get away with this.
You wanna bet
your family's life?
You don't think I'm serious?
I can prove I'm serious.
Tomorrow night,
another family will die.
The press reports will say
they found a message
written in their blood.
"Time is running out."
That's the message.
That's how you'll
know it's my work.
Fifty million by Monday.
That was the ME.
No sexual assault on Linda,
the daughter or the maid.
This doesn't make any
sense if it was a thrill killing.
You're right. It
doesn't make sense.
Plus, Brad Stanford
had a state-of-the-art
security system.
So how did they get in?
They knew what they were doing.
You think it was planned?
Yeah, I do.
This isn't the m.o. of
thrill-seeking wackos, either.
Then why did they do it?
That's what we gotta find out.
Hey. I'm gonna return
the tapes I rented.
Tracy, nobody wears
an outfit like that
to return videotapes.
Dad, it's okay.
Hello!
No.
Let's save her.
Okay, it's preliminary,
but the ME puts
the time of death
between 9 and 10 last night.
They killed everybody.
The chauffeur, the
cook and her son.
The Barnetts' daughter,
Tracy, is missing,
but I got everybody
looking to see
if she spent the
night someplace else.
Did you notice that this place
has a state-of-the-art
security system
just like the Stanford house?
Yes, I did.
It was also well-planned
and executed.
Did you see what they
wrote on the wall in the den?
"Time is running out."
That could be a message.
Okay, to whom?
When we find that out, we'll
know what this is all about.
Cordell Walker
thinks that there are
between five and eight suspects.
Have you located the
Barnetts' daughter yet?
No, Louis. At this point
we're just having to assume
that the killers abducted her.
Is there any truth that
there was another message
scrawled in blood on the walls?
Yes. Quote,
"Time is running
out," end of quote.
You were Walker's
partner years ago
when he joined the Rangers,
isn't that true, Mr. Parker?
Yes, sir.
Cordell Walker is
one of the finest men
to ever wear a Ranger's badge.
And when he goes after
his man, he gets him.
And we're going to
get these psychopaths,
and they're going to die.
Anything else to add?
Just to the psychos.
Your days are numbered.
Cordell Walker will get you.
Walker, Walker, Walker.
I'm gonna have to send
him a personal message.
What do you have in mind, Mr. O?
Let me think on it.
Now get out of here, Hatch.
I gotta interview me an intern.
Hello, Tracy.
What the hell's going on here?
We have a message for Walker.
What are you gonna tell
him, that the circus is in town?
You'll never know.
Turn this old bird inside out.
I know you.
Not anymore.
I love the sound of a cop dying.
Say your prayers, old man.
God bless Texas.
Hey, C.D. Oh, my
God, what's going on?
No!
Let's get out of here.
"Oh, my God, what's going on?"
Hey, be...
It's Ben Peters.
This is Ranger Trivette.
Give me an ambulance
down at C.D.'s Bar and
Grill in the stockyards.
Seal it off.
Move, guys! Seal it off.
Hang in there, C.D.
I'm gonna go with him.
"Snake."
Walker!
Walker, I just heard. Is C.D...?
Please, tell me he's okay.
He's on his way to the hospital.
Trivette went with him.
What happened?
The guys we're
after, they did it.
Why would they go after C.D.?
To leave me a message.
What message?
My God.
What are you gonna do?
We can't let 'em
get away with this.
You can't back off.
How is he?
He's still in surgery.
They're trying to stop the
hemorrhaging to his brain.
They said that, um, the
stab wound to his stomach
might have penetrated his liver.
I'm saying it doesn't look good.
No.
Searched the NCIC
files for the alias Snake,
and came up with 15 hits.
I know one of these guys.
Joe Lipton.
I'll run it.
Walker.
Hi. It's me.
C.D. is in recovery.
The doctors have done
everything that they can.
Fortunately, the knife
did not penetrate his liver,
but his head wounds
are catastrophic.
The next 24 hours should tell.
I'll get there soon as I can.
Okay. Bye.
Bye.
Here he is, Walker.
Joe Lipton, a.k.a. the Snake.
Part of a merc outfit you and
C.D. busted seven years ago
for running live fire training
exercises in Moss State Park.
C.D. must have remembered him.
What else you got on him?
Looks like he's been involved
in a few offshore military gigs
as recently as last July,
when the state department
revoked his passport.
So he's still a merc.
Just a grunt, from the
looks of his rap sheet.
Gets his mail at Squad Tactics.
So the question is:
why is a merc for hire
running with homicidal freaks?
Well, let's see if
we can find him...
and ask him.
Anybody know this man?
His name's Joe Lipton.
Also goes by the name Snake.
You know, if we did,
we wouldn't feed
him to you pigs.
That's just great.
Walker, not only
is this guy butt-ugly,
but he appears to
be terminally stupid.
Everyone out.
Not you.
Sit down.
You know Joe Lipton?
Never heard of him.
If you never told
the truth in your life,
you better do it now.
All right.
I know him. He's a crazy dude.
When's the last
time you saw him?
Last week. He went off on a job.
What kind of job?
I didn't ask.
Who hired him?
Cole Hatch, broker of mercs.
Sets up teams for a price.
He comes in every now and then.
Did he hire anyone else?
Yeah. A video guy
named Bill Ellis.
Where can we find Ellis?
Oak Cliff.
Dude's 30 years old.
Lives with his
mommy. Heh, heh, heh.
Go figure, huh?
We know Ellis is in there.
Why don't we just take him down?
Let's wait and see
if he goes anywhere.
Why would somebody put
together a group of mercs
just to run amuck?
It's like the Manson Family.
I've been racking my
brain about that one.
Could be extortion. Extortion?
How's this for a scenario?
Let's say Ellis
videotapes these attacks,
and whoever's in
charge shows these tapes
to the very wealthy
people in Dallas,
threatening them with the
same thing if they don't pay up.
You think that's
what's happening?
I don't know. Just a thought.
Keep it moving from
account to account.
We got one more, then
we're gonna retire the team.
Hatch, the 50 million
from the guy in the sauna
just came through.
There's like a
whole lot of money
flying through a whole
bunch of accounts.
We're closing in on 300 million.
I'll be damned.
Hey, that's great, Mr. O.
Tell me. Did that
old C.D. snuff it yet?
No. He's in critical
condition at the hospital.
He is one tough old bird.
A hearty perennial.
Well, I think Walker
got my message.
You check out those
three families yet?
Yeah. The Meadows
family is the best bet.
Hidden from the
street, three kids,
routine security,
but I just haven't
seen it up close yet.
Well, get on it. It
goes down tonight.
We'll check it out.
Hey.
That's Ellis.
His record didn't
say anything about
working for the gas company.
Can you tell who's driving?
That's Cole Hatch.
Yes?
Gas company, ma'am.
Come in.
Thank you, ma'am.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah.
Okay.
Let's get out of here.
Texas Rangers! Drop your guns!
You heard him!
He said drop 'em!
Don't shoot.
I want him to talk.
Drop it.
Go ahead.
Shoot me.
Looks like he won't
be doing much talking.
No, but he will. Hold it!
Don't shoot!
I was only along to
chronicle the event.
Get over here.
What happened to Tracy Barnett?
The teenage girl you
took from the crime scene.
Zink said she
was a gift to Mr. O.
Who's Mr. O? I don't
know his real name.
That's what Zink called him.
He broke Zink out of some
mental institution in Indiana
just for this gig.
Do you know how many
people have been killed so far?
I think Hatch said 13.
That's exactly right.
How could you do
something like this?
For the money, man!
Well, you're never gonna
get a chance to spend it.
We're charging you with 13
counts of first-degree murder.
Hey, I only recorded
it. I didn't kill anyone!
You're an accessory.
Did you record the
beating of C.D. Parker?
Who? Man they
attacked in the bar.
That old buzzard? Sure. Why?
Just curious.
With Zink dead, it's over.
I'm out clean.
And $500 million richer.
That was some sweet scheme.
You didn't do too bad yourself.
Last installment.
Two hundred and fifty large.
It's been a pleasure.
Anytime.
Anything you want.
You know where to find me.
That's a positive on the body?
You have an ME on-site?
Let me talk to him.
Two months ago, Zink escaped
from the Holland Institute
for the Criminally Insane
in Hudson, Indiana.
What was he in there for?
He killed his entire family
because his dad
wouldn't loan him the car.
How's that for a real sicko?
Well, the Holland
records indicate
that there was a man
claiming to be Zink's uncle
who visited him three
times prior to his escape.
This is the picture the
security camera took.
His name is Thomas Openshaw.
What do you have on Openshaw?
He was a political
science professor
at the university
right here in Dallas,
and he was fired because
he had sexual relationships
with several of his
female students.
But I do have his address.
DPD found Tracy Barnett's body.
That's the teenage girl
kidnapped from the
second crime scene.
Found her thrown in
the bushes next to LBJ.
And the ME said that she
was sexually assaulted.
That means a possibility
of DNA evidence.
If it's Thomas Openshaw,
I can tie him to
one of the crimes.
Who's Thomas Openshaw?
Could be Mr. O.
So we need a DNA sample.
That's gonna
be really difficult.
Well, if we find evidence
on the girl's body,
we'll find a way.
It's beautiful, Thomas.
Hey, why don't you watch
where you're goin', man?
Hey, bud, you bumped into me!
What? Now you're
gonna get smart with me?
I guess from now on, you'll
watch where you're goin'.
Oh.
Are you okay? Let's go.
Oh, man!
Walker, Jimmy,
I'd like you to meet federal
prosecutor Don Filmore.
Hi. I've arranged for
the FBI lab here in Dallas
to front-burner that DNA test.
How long will it take?
Start to finish? Just
under two hours.
Jimmy, I don't need to
remind you what could happen
if you don't protect
that evidence
and document the
chain of custody.
I won't let it out of my sight.
And you will call?
As soon as I find anything.
Yeah, it's me.
We're switching everything
into the Norwegian accounts.
I'm gonna grab the, uh...
The 210 to New York,
so I'll see you tonight.
Good.
Done deal, Ms. Cahill.
The federal court
in Austin is all yours.
Judge Millhouse has
rescheduled her afternoon docket
to accommodate you. Thank you.
All you have to do is
produce a shred of evidence,
and D.O.J. will jump
on this with both feet.
I almost hate to
turn it over to them.
There is no federal
death penalty.
Let us nail Openshaw
on this kidnapping-murder,
which we can do when
you get your DNA match,
and then you can take your
time tying him to the massacres,
and we'll send him back to
Texas on 13 counts of murder.
Don't worry, Ms. Cahill.
You'll get your justice.
Okay.
Walker.
Thanks, Trivette.
We have a match? Yeah.
Here's your warrant.
Thomas Openshaw?
Yeah.
What... What's this about?
You're under arrest
for the kidnapping, rape,
and murder of Tracy Barnett.
I don't know nothi" about that.
I think you do.
Ow! Hey, ouch.
Does that have to be so tight?
Not really.
By the way, I've got a
warrant to search your place.
Get him out of here. Hey,
you can't do this!
Oh, yes, I can.
Hello, Tracy.
I don't have a nephew.
Well, that's not what you said
when you went to visit
Zink at the mental institute.
The security camera
at the front desk
recorded your visit.
This is you, isn't it?
Okay. I was there.
I was doing a report
on the relationship
between unearned wealth and
the instability of the first born.
As you may know, Zink
was a first-born child,
and, unfortunately,
he slaughtered
his entire family.
I told a small fib
to gain access.
Do you know this man?
No.
Sure, you do.
His name is Cole Hatch.
You can't prove any of this.
We'll see.
And until we do,
the U.S. government
is gonna keep you very busy.
Meaning?
Kidnapping is a federal offense.
You got it? One DNA sample...
signed, sealed and delivered.
What DNA sample?
You'll have to wait for
discovery, Mr. Brockmeyer.
The governor sent a private
plane to Addison airport
to pick you both up. These
federal marshals are here
to escort Mr. Openshaw
to Austin for his hearing.
You know who to call.
Well... You have... nothing.
Even if my client's DNA
was legally obtained,
and if it matches the
sample of the Barnett girl,
all that proves is that
he had sex with her,
not that he kidnapped
raped, and killed her.
We'll let the courts decide
that, Mr. Brockmeyer.
Oh, yeah. They've, uh...
They've been real successful
with that lately, haven't they?
I look forward to this.
So do I.
Thank you, Jimmy.
I'll put this in the
evidence pouch
with the witness statements.
And I'm gonna check in on C.D.
Good luck, you guys. Thanks.
All right, I'll get the
rest of my files together,
and we'll get on our way.
You know, Brockmeyer
has a point, Walker,
about the DNA test.
Maybe, but what he doesn't know
is that I have a tape.
Tape? What tape?
I haven't had time to tell you,
but I got a tape of the rape
and murder of Tracy Barnett
by Openshaw.
Walker, we've got him.
I can tie him to
all the murders.
Yep.
Let's go make our plane.
What's our flying time?
Forty-five minutes.
There's a chopper waiting
on the other end to take
you to the courthouse.
Good. Judge Millhouse
is a real stickler for details.
If we're not in a
courtroom by 3:00,
Openshaw could post bail.
We'll be there.
Tell Openshaw his
troubles are over.
It's not over until I
say it is, Mr. Hatch.
You don't know T.J. Brody.
What are you thinking about?
C.D.
Me too.
I don't know what I'm
gonna do if he dies.
Neither do I.
It shows you how
fragile life can be.
I know.
Hey! Hey, we need a doctor!
Come on!
He's in v-fib. No pulses.
Set the monitor to 200, please.
Charging. Paddles, please.
Gel.
Two hundred joules.
Clear!
Check for pulses.
No pulses.
Set the monitor to 300.
Gel.
Charging. Three hundred joules.
Clear. Clear.
No pulse.
He's still in v-fib. No pulses.
Set the monitor to 360.
Charging. DOCTOR: Gel.
Clear!
Any pulses?
No pulse. No pulses.
Flatline.
You know... it's got
me to thinking, Alex.
Thinking about what?
About us.
I know every time
you bring it up,
I joke about it, but...
But what?
Well... when this is all over...
I'd like for us to
sit down and...
seriously talk about
our life together.
You mean about our marriage?
Yeah.
I love you so much.
And I...
Walker, what is it?
Stay down! What's happening?
Mayday!
Mayday!
Watch out!
He's coming right at us!
Oh, my God, Walker!
There's no place to land!
I'm gonna try to make Lake Ebbe.
Put on a life vest.
Buckle up.
Brace yourself, Alex!
We're going in!
♪ '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 ♪
thing about him.
When he shows up,
he's really gonna rib me.
You know Brad has
had a grudge against me
ever since my bullfrog chili
beat that secret
formula his father had.
You were beat by a
12-year-old girl, C.D.
Right. Nine out
of nine judges, pal.
It was unanimous.
That girl was a ringer.
Come on, Brad,
the driver's waiting.
We're gonna be late.
Well, they can't start
the charity kickoff dinner
without the charity kickoff
chairman, now, can they?
That girl was entirely too young
to be able to cook like that.
You're intelligent people.
Don't you know that some
internationally famous chef
has sponsored her?
And if Brad says one
word to me... One word...
You are such a sore loser.
I'll show you sore.
Linda, did C.D. Parker R.S.V.P.?
I can't wait to rib him
about that 12-year-old
kid from Houston
winning the chili cook-off.
Smile for the
camera. Ha, ha, ha!
I'm just saying hold
back on the armadillo lard.
And now you're
telling me how to cook?
No, I just don't think
people like their chili
congealing in their bowls.
This from a man
that drinks green pond scum.
That's seaweed and saw grass.
Pond scum.
Don't you embarrass me out here.
You started it.
Yeah, Trivette.
I wonder where
Brad and Linda are.
What?
Yeah, we'll be right there.
What is it?
Brad and Linda
Stanford were murdered.
Their daughter too.
Evidently several others.
Let's go.
I count eight in all.
Brad and Linda, their daughter,
maid, cook, chauffeur, butler,
one foreign exchange student.
I've never seen
anything like it.
Who would do
something like this?
Whoever would do that.
♪ 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 ♪
Ranger Walker, do
you have a suspect?
How many were there?
Do you have any leads?
Any evidence of sexual assault?
I have nothing
to say at this time.
I don't have time to
deal with the press.
Well, you're gonna have to
find someone to deal with them.
Right. All this speculation
is just gonna add to the panic.
I'll take care of it, Cordell.
I know what to say.
Okay, C.D., I appreciate it.
Very splashy, Zink.
Is Mr. O happy?
Ecstatic. Let's have the tape.
Sure thing, Hatch.
It's all there in living color.
Oh, oh, you are gonna love
the look on that dude's face
when he saw us waste his wife.
Man, it doesn't get
any better than that.
Here's your 50 grand.
Tomorrow night, you go again.
Good.
There's something more
to this than meets the eye.
Like what?
I wish I knew.
Anything on the prints?
No. Prints everywhere,
but it's gonna take
a day to match them
against everyone who
belonged in the house.
Same thing with
the blood samples.
There's a lot of blood.
Almost like they were
trying to make a statement.
Mr. Rawlings.
Do I know you? Yep.
I'm your new partner.
You're my what?
Did you hear about
the Stanford family?
Of course, but what does
that have to do with me?
Same thing's gonna
happen to your family,
unless you wire $50 million
to my offshore
account by Monday.
The number for that account
you'll find in your locker.
You're out of your mind.
All the worse for you if true.
I'm talking about each and
every member of your family
shuffling off this mortal coil
in a most unpleasant fashion.
I'm calling the police.
Sit down.
Show him.
Ah.
That's his daughter.
Same age as your Jill, right?
Up one flight, second
door on the left.
Oh, my God.
Fifty million by Monday.
You can't get away with this.
You wanna bet
your family's life?
You don't think I'm serious?
I can prove I'm serious.
Tomorrow night,
another family will die.
The press reports will say
they found a message
written in their blood.
"Time is running out."
That's the message.
That's how you'll
know it's my work.
Fifty million by Monday.
That was the ME.
No sexual assault on Linda,
the daughter or the maid.
This doesn't make any
sense if it was a thrill killing.
You're right. It
doesn't make sense.
Plus, Brad Stanford
had a state-of-the-art
security system.
So how did they get in?
They knew what they were doing.
You think it was planned?
Yeah, I do.
This isn't the m.o. of
thrill-seeking wackos, either.
Then why did they do it?
That's what we gotta find out.
Hey. I'm gonna return
the tapes I rented.
Tracy, nobody wears
an outfit like that
to return videotapes.
Dad, it's okay.
Hello!
No.
Let's save her.
Okay, it's preliminary,
but the ME puts
the time of death
between 9 and 10 last night.
They killed everybody.
The chauffeur, the
cook and her son.
The Barnetts' daughter,
Tracy, is missing,
but I got everybody
looking to see
if she spent the
night someplace else.
Did you notice that this place
has a state-of-the-art
security system
just like the Stanford house?
Yes, I did.
It was also well-planned
and executed.
Did you see what they
wrote on the wall in the den?
"Time is running out."
That could be a message.
Okay, to whom?
When we find that out, we'll
know what this is all about.
Cordell Walker
thinks that there are
between five and eight suspects.
Have you located the
Barnetts' daughter yet?
No, Louis. At this point
we're just having to assume
that the killers abducted her.
Is there any truth that
there was another message
scrawled in blood on the walls?
Yes. Quote,
"Time is running
out," end of quote.
You were Walker's
partner years ago
when he joined the Rangers,
isn't that true, Mr. Parker?
Yes, sir.
Cordell Walker is
one of the finest men
to ever wear a Ranger's badge.
And when he goes after
his man, he gets him.
And we're going to
get these psychopaths,
and they're going to die.
Anything else to add?
Just to the psychos.
Your days are numbered.
Cordell Walker will get you.
Walker, Walker, Walker.
I'm gonna have to send
him a personal message.
What do you have in mind, Mr. O?
Let me think on it.
Now get out of here, Hatch.
I gotta interview me an intern.
Hello, Tracy.
What the hell's going on here?
We have a message for Walker.
What are you gonna tell
him, that the circus is in town?
You'll never know.
Turn this old bird inside out.
I know you.
Not anymore.
I love the sound of a cop dying.
Say your prayers, old man.
God bless Texas.
Hey, C.D. Oh, my
God, what's going on?
No!
Let's get out of here.
"Oh, my God, what's going on?"
Hey, be...
It's Ben Peters.
This is Ranger Trivette.
Give me an ambulance
down at C.D.'s Bar and
Grill in the stockyards.
Seal it off.
Move, guys! Seal it off.
Hang in there, C.D.
I'm gonna go with him.
"Snake."
Walker!
Walker, I just heard. Is C.D...?
Please, tell me he's okay.
He's on his way to the hospital.
Trivette went with him.
What happened?
The guys we're
after, they did it.
Why would they go after C.D.?
To leave me a message.
What message?
My God.
What are you gonna do?
We can't let 'em
get away with this.
You can't back off.
How is he?
He's still in surgery.
They're trying to stop the
hemorrhaging to his brain.
They said that, um, the
stab wound to his stomach
might have penetrated his liver.
I'm saying it doesn't look good.
No.
Searched the NCIC
files for the alias Snake,
and came up with 15 hits.
I know one of these guys.
Joe Lipton.
I'll run it.
Walker.
Hi. It's me.
C.D. is in recovery.
The doctors have done
everything that they can.
Fortunately, the knife
did not penetrate his liver,
but his head wounds
are catastrophic.
The next 24 hours should tell.
I'll get there soon as I can.
Okay. Bye.
Bye.
Here he is, Walker.
Joe Lipton, a.k.a. the Snake.
Part of a merc outfit you and
C.D. busted seven years ago
for running live fire training
exercises in Moss State Park.
C.D. must have remembered him.
What else you got on him?
Looks like he's been involved
in a few offshore military gigs
as recently as last July,
when the state department
revoked his passport.
So he's still a merc.
Just a grunt, from the
looks of his rap sheet.
Gets his mail at Squad Tactics.
So the question is:
why is a merc for hire
running with homicidal freaks?
Well, let's see if
we can find him...
and ask him.
Anybody know this man?
His name's Joe Lipton.
Also goes by the name Snake.
You know, if we did,
we wouldn't feed
him to you pigs.
That's just great.
Walker, not only
is this guy butt-ugly,
but he appears to
be terminally stupid.
Everyone out.
Not you.
Sit down.
You know Joe Lipton?
Never heard of him.
If you never told
the truth in your life,
you better do it now.
All right.
I know him. He's a crazy dude.
When's the last
time you saw him?
Last week. He went off on a job.
What kind of job?
I didn't ask.
Who hired him?
Cole Hatch, broker of mercs.
Sets up teams for a price.
He comes in every now and then.
Did he hire anyone else?
Yeah. A video guy
named Bill Ellis.
Where can we find Ellis?
Oak Cliff.
Dude's 30 years old.
Lives with his
mommy. Heh, heh, heh.
Go figure, huh?
We know Ellis is in there.
Why don't we just take him down?
Let's wait and see
if he goes anywhere.
Why would somebody put
together a group of mercs
just to run amuck?
It's like the Manson Family.
I've been racking my
brain about that one.
Could be extortion. Extortion?
How's this for a scenario?
Let's say Ellis
videotapes these attacks,
and whoever's in
charge shows these tapes
to the very wealthy
people in Dallas,
threatening them with the
same thing if they don't pay up.
You think that's
what's happening?
I don't know. Just a thought.
Keep it moving from
account to account.
We got one more, then
we're gonna retire the team.
Hatch, the 50 million
from the guy in the sauna
just came through.
There's like a
whole lot of money
flying through a whole
bunch of accounts.
We're closing in on 300 million.
I'll be damned.
Hey, that's great, Mr. O.
Tell me. Did that
old C.D. snuff it yet?
No. He's in critical
condition at the hospital.
He is one tough old bird.
A hearty perennial.
Well, I think Walker
got my message.
You check out those
three families yet?
Yeah. The Meadows
family is the best bet.
Hidden from the
street, three kids,
routine security,
but I just haven't
seen it up close yet.
Well, get on it. It
goes down tonight.
We'll check it out.
Hey.
That's Ellis.
His record didn't
say anything about
working for the gas company.
Can you tell who's driving?
That's Cole Hatch.
Yes?
Gas company, ma'am.
Come in.
Thank you, ma'am.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah.
Okay.
Let's get out of here.
Texas Rangers! Drop your guns!
You heard him!
He said drop 'em!
Don't shoot.
I want him to talk.
Drop it.
Go ahead.
Shoot me.
Looks like he won't
be doing much talking.
No, but he will. Hold it!
Don't shoot!
I was only along to
chronicle the event.
Get over here.
What happened to Tracy Barnett?
The teenage girl you
took from the crime scene.
Zink said she
was a gift to Mr. O.
Who's Mr. O? I don't
know his real name.
That's what Zink called him.
He broke Zink out of some
mental institution in Indiana
just for this gig.
Do you know how many
people have been killed so far?
I think Hatch said 13.
That's exactly right.
How could you do
something like this?
For the money, man!
Well, you're never gonna
get a chance to spend it.
We're charging you with 13
counts of first-degree murder.
Hey, I only recorded
it. I didn't kill anyone!
You're an accessory.
Did you record the
beating of C.D. Parker?
Who? Man they
attacked in the bar.
That old buzzard? Sure. Why?
Just curious.
With Zink dead, it's over.
I'm out clean.
And $500 million richer.
That was some sweet scheme.
You didn't do too bad yourself.
Last installment.
Two hundred and fifty large.
It's been a pleasure.
Anytime.
Anything you want.
You know where to find me.
That's a positive on the body?
You have an ME on-site?
Let me talk to him.
Two months ago, Zink escaped
from the Holland Institute
for the Criminally Insane
in Hudson, Indiana.
What was he in there for?
He killed his entire family
because his dad
wouldn't loan him the car.
How's that for a real sicko?
Well, the Holland
records indicate
that there was a man
claiming to be Zink's uncle
who visited him three
times prior to his escape.
This is the picture the
security camera took.
His name is Thomas Openshaw.
What do you have on Openshaw?
He was a political
science professor
at the university
right here in Dallas,
and he was fired because
he had sexual relationships
with several of his
female students.
But I do have his address.
DPD found Tracy Barnett's body.
That's the teenage girl
kidnapped from the
second crime scene.
Found her thrown in
the bushes next to LBJ.
And the ME said that she
was sexually assaulted.
That means a possibility
of DNA evidence.
If it's Thomas Openshaw,
I can tie him to
one of the crimes.
Who's Thomas Openshaw?
Could be Mr. O.
So we need a DNA sample.
That's gonna
be really difficult.
Well, if we find evidence
on the girl's body,
we'll find a way.
It's beautiful, Thomas.
Hey, why don't you watch
where you're goin', man?
Hey, bud, you bumped into me!
What? Now you're
gonna get smart with me?
I guess from now on, you'll
watch where you're goin'.
Oh.
Are you okay? Let's go.
Oh, man!
Walker, Jimmy,
I'd like you to meet federal
prosecutor Don Filmore.
Hi. I've arranged for
the FBI lab here in Dallas
to front-burner that DNA test.
How long will it take?
Start to finish? Just
under two hours.
Jimmy, I don't need to
remind you what could happen
if you don't protect
that evidence
and document the
chain of custody.
I won't let it out of my sight.
And you will call?
As soon as I find anything.
Yeah, it's me.
We're switching everything
into the Norwegian accounts.
I'm gonna grab the, uh...
The 210 to New York,
so I'll see you tonight.
Good.
Done deal, Ms. Cahill.
The federal court
in Austin is all yours.
Judge Millhouse has
rescheduled her afternoon docket
to accommodate you. Thank you.
All you have to do is
produce a shred of evidence,
and D.O.J. will jump
on this with both feet.
I almost hate to
turn it over to them.
There is no federal
death penalty.
Let us nail Openshaw
on this kidnapping-murder,
which we can do when
you get your DNA match,
and then you can take your
time tying him to the massacres,
and we'll send him back to
Texas on 13 counts of murder.
Don't worry, Ms. Cahill.
You'll get your justice.
Okay.
Walker.
Thanks, Trivette.
We have a match? Yeah.
Here's your warrant.
Thomas Openshaw?
Yeah.
What... What's this about?
You're under arrest
for the kidnapping, rape,
and murder of Tracy Barnett.
I don't know nothi" about that.
I think you do.
Ow! Hey, ouch.
Does that have to be so tight?
Not really.
By the way, I've got a
warrant to search your place.
Get him out of here. Hey,
you can't do this!
Oh, yes, I can.
Hello, Tracy.
I don't have a nephew.
Well, that's not what you said
when you went to visit
Zink at the mental institute.
The security camera
at the front desk
recorded your visit.
This is you, isn't it?
Okay. I was there.
I was doing a report
on the relationship
between unearned wealth and
the instability of the first born.
As you may know, Zink
was a first-born child,
and, unfortunately,
he slaughtered
his entire family.
I told a small fib
to gain access.
Do you know this man?
No.
Sure, you do.
His name is Cole Hatch.
You can't prove any of this.
We'll see.
And until we do,
the U.S. government
is gonna keep you very busy.
Meaning?
Kidnapping is a federal offense.
You got it? One DNA sample...
signed, sealed and delivered.
What DNA sample?
You'll have to wait for
discovery, Mr. Brockmeyer.
The governor sent a private
plane to Addison airport
to pick you both up. These
federal marshals are here
to escort Mr. Openshaw
to Austin for his hearing.
You know who to call.
Well... You have... nothing.
Even if my client's DNA
was legally obtained,
and if it matches the
sample of the Barnett girl,
all that proves is that
he had sex with her,
not that he kidnapped
raped, and killed her.
We'll let the courts decide
that, Mr. Brockmeyer.
Oh, yeah. They've, uh...
They've been real successful
with that lately, haven't they?
I look forward to this.
So do I.
Thank you, Jimmy.
I'll put this in the
evidence pouch
with the witness statements.
And I'm gonna check in on C.D.
Good luck, you guys. Thanks.
All right, I'll get the
rest of my files together,
and we'll get on our way.
You know, Brockmeyer
has a point, Walker,
about the DNA test.
Maybe, but what he doesn't know
is that I have a tape.
Tape? What tape?
I haven't had time to tell you,
but I got a tape of the rape
and murder of Tracy Barnett
by Openshaw.
Walker, we've got him.
I can tie him to
all the murders.
Yep.
Let's go make our plane.
What's our flying time?
Forty-five minutes.
There's a chopper waiting
on the other end to take
you to the courthouse.
Good. Judge Millhouse
is a real stickler for details.
If we're not in a
courtroom by 3:00,
Openshaw could post bail.
We'll be there.
Tell Openshaw his
troubles are over.
It's not over until I
say it is, Mr. Hatch.
You don't know T.J. Brody.
What are you thinking about?
C.D.
Me too.
I don't know what I'm
gonna do if he dies.
Neither do I.
It shows you how
fragile life can be.
I know.
Hey! Hey, we need a doctor!
Come on!
He's in v-fib. No pulses.
Set the monitor to 200, please.
Charging. Paddles, please.
Gel.
Two hundred joules.
Clear!
Check for pulses.
No pulses.
Set the monitor to 300.
Gel.
Charging. Three hundred joules.
Clear. Clear.
No pulse.
He's still in v-fib. No pulses.
Set the monitor to 360.
Charging. DOCTOR: Gel.
Clear!
Any pulses?
No pulse. No pulses.
Flatline.
You know... it's got
me to thinking, Alex.
Thinking about what?
About us.
I know every time
you bring it up,
I joke about it, but...
But what?
Well... when this is all over...
I'd like for us to
sit down and...
seriously talk about
our life together.
You mean about our marriage?
Yeah.
I love you so much.
And I...
Walker, what is it?
Stay down! What's happening?
Mayday!
Mayday!
Watch out!
He's coming right at us!
Oh, my God, Walker!
There's no place to land!
I'm gonna try to make Lake Ebbe.
Put on a life vest.
Buckle up.
Brace yourself, Alex!
We're going in!
♪ '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 ♪