Walker, Texas Ranger (1993–2001): Season 9, Episode 16 - 6 Hours - full transcript
(car door closes)
It's all clear, Mr. McNeely.
Good. They'll be
ready in a few minutes.
Mr. Thompson.
Mr. McNeely.
Good morning, Mr. Preston.
We're ready whenever you are.
Great. Please let Heather know.
Heather, you're
not wearing that.
Why not? Because...
Dad, I am almost 17 years old.
I know, and that outfit
is just a little too, uh...
This is what
everyone is wearing.
PRESTON: I don't care.
Go on back upstairs
and put on something a
little more conservative.
McNeely? PRESTON: Go on.
Help me out here.
Sorry, Heather.
Your dad's the boss.
(scoffs)
Men.
GAGE: I love Danish.
Think I'm going to have
a little strawberry here,
and, uh, maybe a little...
What do you suppose
that is, lemon?
The healthy choices, I see.
Good for you. Need my fruit.
What, that's it? Two?
I didn't know they were
going to have food here,
so I ate before I came.
Hey, guys.
What's that?
Cappuccino.
You didn't see the cart? No.
Right there.
Hey!
Good morning.
Hi, Alex.
Ranger Walker. Hi, Heather.
McNeely, Security.
Ranger Walker. But
I call him McShadow,
'cause he's always
right beside me.
Not for much longer, though.
I know. I'm going to miss you.
You'll be happy you don't have
someone watching
over you every minute
of the day.
Alex, good to see you.
Ready for the big ceremony?
CAHILL: You bet I am.
You remember my husband,
Ranger Cordell Walker?
PRESTON: Of course.
How you doing? Good to see you.
Good seeing you
too, Mr. Preston.
And thanks a lot for the
donation to the H.O.P.E. Center.
Oh, it's my pleasure...
Heather talks
constantly about
the H.O.P.E. Center.
Heather has been one
of our best volunteers.
We are really going to miss her
when she goes off to Cornell.
We're about to start, sir.
Mm.
And we need to get
you some breakfast.
Okay. Bye.
Nice to see you.
She's a fine young lady.
She's my life.
McNEELY: Mr. Preston.
Hmm? It's time.
Oh, excuse me.
I'm hungry. I'm always
hungry. Yeah? Okay.
Back two, buffet table.
You two, back door.
MAN: Aim high, and don't
accidentally kill the billionaire.
(applause)
Thank you.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,
and thank you for
being here this morning.
Each year, we and the
Dallas Business Association
seek to honor
an organization that embodies...
(speech continues in background)
and to the city, and
the H.O.P.E. Center
is just such a place.
And so, it is our distinct honor
to present this year's
community spirit award
to Alex Cahill Walker
and the H.O.P.E. Center.
(cheering)
Is Dad all right?
He's fine... now,
we've got to move.
I've got Heather.
We're out of the room.
McNeely's got Heather to safety.
Thank God.
(gunfire continues)
Are you all right? Yeah.
I got you covered.
Get in!
(Heather screams)
You didn't tell us there'd
be Texas Rangers!
Shut up and get in the van!
Why are you doing this?
A million reasons.
(moans)
(moaning stops)
Let's go!
(tires screeching)
♪ 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 going to see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas, look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
the ranger's going to be. ♪
I can't figure this out, Alex.
MAN: It's okay.
CAHILL: What happened here?
It has all the looks of
an attempted kidnapping.
Yes, but the obvious
choice is Mr. Preston.
Yeah... but they
didn't try to hit us.
They shot above us
and then retreated.
Why didn't they try to take him?
Where's Heather?
Mr. Preston?
Where's Heather?
McNeely has her.
He's got her out.
Can you call him?
McNeely?
McNeely?
Dean?
They're not answering.
Trivette!
Get down. (man grunts)
Oh, my God.
What happened?
Where's Heather?
Where's McNeely?
McNeely?
McNeely?
McNeely?
Why isn't he answering?
It was a diversion, Trivette.
Diversion for what?
To get Heather out of there.
But McNeely's got her.
I know.
You think he kidnapped her?
Yeah, I do.
(buckles rattling)
REPORTER: Less than half an hour
ago, the Dallas Business Association
was rocked with gunfire
as a team of men attacked
in what seems to be
a kidnapping attempt.
Luckily for those inside, Texas
Rangers were among the guests.
As a result, two of the
attackers are now dead
and another two
are in police custody.
I'm Angela Cane, reporting
from the crime scene.
REPORTER 2: Thank you,
Angela. We'll keep you posted...
Why don't you give me my money
so I can get out of here?
Oh, right.
Oh!
Borla, get rid of him.
Take care of the other two
before the cops
can question them.
No witnesses.
You got it.
If I'm right,
McNeely will be
calling you soon.
We'll finish up here.
I'm going to pull
everything we got
on McNeely. Okay.
You want us to
question the shooters?
Yeah. Okay, we'll follow them
back to headquarters.
You better get
back to your house.
(camera shutters clicking)
Gage!
(van's tires screeching)
(moaning softly)
Help!
Somebody help me!
No. No...
(sobbing): Dad!
Dad, where are you?!
Your dad can't
help you this time.
McNeely?
(computer beeping)
Why are you doing this?
I already told you. Money.
Oh, please, let me go.
Dad will give you
whatever you want!
Yes, I'm sure he will,
as long as I have you.
Now, smile for the camera.
No!
Help!
Somebody help me!
Dad!
And shut up, 'cause I'm busy.
(sobbing)
(birds singing)
Get Mike Walsh on the phone now.
Seth is the best
communications man
in my company.
If anyone can
trace a call, he can.
I'm sure McNeely has
planned this very carefully.
PRESTON: Why hasn't he called?
When is he going to call?
I'll give him whatever he wants.
I know it's hard
to be patient, but...
Please, Alex, this is not
your daughter we're talk...
I'm sorry.
I... I...
I don't mean to
take it out on you.
It's okay, I understand.
My last conversation
with Heather was a fight.
It seems that's
all we do recently.
Every time we talk,
it's to fight, argue,
over clothes, or-or money, or
curfews, or music,
stupid things.
It sounds like a typical
relationship with a teenager.
Heather knows you love her.
You know, I can't remember
the last time I told her that.
(phone rings)
Speaker phone.
(beep)
Hello?
Listen carefully.
I won't repeat myself.
I've e-mailed my account
information to you.
It's McNeely.
I should have known
the rangers would
figure out it was me.
Where's my daughter, McNeely?
Oh, well, that's going
to be a little harder
to uncover.
(groaning)
Because you're
about to get busy.
You have until the end
of business today to wire
$100 million to my
offshore account.
That's six hours
from now, McNeely.
McNEELY: That's right.
Make it happen, or
I'll kill your daughter.
How can you do this to Heather?
You protected her for years.
Exactly, and as soon
as she left for college,
you were going to let me go.
We trusted you, McNeely.
That you did.
And I put it to good use.
Mastering your computers,
developing a foolproof plan.
Even your ranger buddies
won't be able to help you out.
Oh.
(beep, Heather whimpering)
Better get busy.
Clock's ticking.
Put-Put Heather on.
I want to speak with her.
Oh, I can't do that right now.
But you can see
her on the Web site.
A Web site?
McNEELY: Mm.
I've put up a special live feed
for the next six hours.
And you get to
choose the way it ends.
Salvation... or death.
(beep)
Did you get it?
Once I locate the cell
he's transmitting from,
I-I can put you in the
right neighborhood, but
without the exact
phone number...
You can't get a trace?
No, sir. He's bouncing
his signal all over the map.
Here's the Web site.
(Heather sobbing)
Oh, my God.
Can you hack into the Web site?
SETH: I think so.
It'll take some time.
That's not necessary. I'll
give him anything he wants.
Mr. Preston, there's no
guarantee he'll let Heather go
even if you give him the ransom.
I'm not giving him that excuse.
(beep)
(crying continues on computer)
Walker, you don't think
McNeely would kill Heather
if he gets the money?
I don't know, Alex.
I don't know.
(beeping)
(typing)
SYDNEY: Walker.
All four shooters have
rap sheets a mile long.
And McNeely made sure
none of them would talk.
Do you have anything on McNeely?
TRIVETTE: His record's clean.
He has quite a
military background.
He was a navigator
on a bomber in the Gulf War.
Wait a minute. Go
back one, would you?
(beep)
That's the guy with the rocket
launcher.
TRIVETTE: William Borla.
Pull up his file, Trivette.
(beeps)
They were in the
same squad in the Gulf.
Borla was McNeely's pilot.
Got himself
dishonorably discharged.
He has a cousin here
in Dallas, Tony Borla,
who owns the Conflict
Of Interest pool hall.
Tony has a criminal record.
Four years in
Huntsville for robbery.
Go talk to him.
See if he knows anything.
All right.
(computer beeping)
TIM: Listen to me, I don't care
how much of a loss
I'm going to take.
I need you to sell that stock
and wire the $10
million immediately.
No, that's not fast enough.
Do it now, or you'll
never get another cent
of my business ever again.
Get me Carl Oldman,
First Cattlemen's.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
(crying)
Guiding me on the right...
I taught her that psalm
the week her mother died.
WOMAN: He's on the line.
Carl?
I have an emergency.
I need you to wire $20 million,
and I need you to do it quick.
That's right.
Even though I walk
through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil.
For Thou art with me.
(Heather crying)
MAN: Three, two,
one, and... Kelly.
This morning, Heather
Preston was kidnapped.
Two hours and 20 minutes ago,
the ransom call came in.
As you can see,
people keep arriving
here to show their support.
On our screen,
we're carrying the live
Web feed of Heather's ordeal
in what may be
the first kidnapping
broadcast live
over the Internet.
We pray when Heather prays.
We cry when she cries.
Heather may not hear
us, but we are with her.
Kelly Santos, reporting.
(tires squealing)
(country music plays)
Tony Borla?
Texas Rangers, Tony.
Texas Rangers, huh?
Well, I'll be.
Huh. Where's your
cousin William, Tony?
How the hell would I know that?
I suggest you think
about it for a minute.
He don't have
to think about anything.
Now get your butts out of here.
(grunting)
(glass breaking)
(groaning)
(grunts)
(glass breaking)
(grunting)
(groans)
(groaning)
(groans)
(groaning)
(grunts)
Now, one more time.
Where's your cousin, Tony?
Oh, man, look what
you did to my bar, man.
SYDNEY: We're gonna do
a lot more if you don't
tell us where he is.
I told you, I don't
know where he's at.
Well, when was the
last time you saw him?
Oh, man.
Okay.
Feel like talking now?
Oh, shh... Look...
He came by here a
few days ago, all right?
First time I'd
seen him in years.
We had a couple of
drinks. He started in talking
about how he was
coming in to some money,
and how he was
going to get to fly again.
(laughs)
How he was gonna
just kiss this whole
country good-bye.
I didn't pay any
attention to him.
Shoot, man.
He's always running his face.
I figured he's just making
up some big stories.
You know, just throwing
it out the side of his head.
Did he say anything else?
No.
(clattering)
SYDNEY: Tony didn't know
much... just that his cousin
was coming in to some money
and looking forward
to flying again.
Well, the question
is, what is he flying?
You know, McNeely's
got to know that
every law enforcement officer
in Texas is looking for him.
He must have an escape plan...
and with Borla being a pilot...
You think they're
escaping together?
My bet is, Borla's flying
him out of the country.
Well, to fly any distance,
they'd need a jet.
TRIVETTE: I don't think McNeely
or Borla have
that kind of money.
No.
But there is one place
McNeely could get a jet.
Congratulations,
Captain.
Right on time.
Do I know you? Sure.
I'm the guy who's going
to be flying your plane.
(grunts)
(dialing phone)
McNeely, I'm in position.
I'm reporting live from
the Preston estate,
and you're watching
our continuous coverage
of HeatherCam2001.
There are now less
than four hours left
on the clock as the
world watches, helpless,
as a scared little girl prays.
(crying)
For the Lord is good.
(sniffles)
His steadfast love
endures forever.
Preston's plane is
hangared at Dallas Airfield.
I'll have Sydney and
Gage check it out.
You know, I wish we
could figure out a way
to get McNeely on
the phone so we could
trace that call.
Yeah, me, too.
There may be a way.
(dialing phone)
Arrange it with Tom
Dewey. He'll know what to do.
(phone ringing) Walker?
Alex, see if Seth can
cut into the Web site
and get Heather off the air.
You want us to take it off-line?
Are you sure?
I'm hoping McNeely
will call back
to find out what's going on.
What did you say? Walker wants
to shut the feed down. What?!
He's hoping that
McNeely will call back
to find out what's going on.
PRESTON: I... Ranger Walker.
Can you do it, Seth?
It'll take a little time.
Then get on it.
SETH: Right.
Wait a sec... Wait
a second, Seth.
Seth, you can't
shut that feed down.
Tim, Walker knows
what he's doing.
You're going to
have to trust him.
This is Preston's hangar.
Wasn't there supposed
to be a plane here?
Yup.
Do you see any plane?
No.
What's that?
WOMAN (on TV): How
must Heather Preston feel
knowing the world
is watching her
endure this ordeal.
It must be agony.
Okay, thanks.
All right.
Sydney and Gage
are at Preston's hangar.
No plane.
They found the pilot dead.
Borla must have taken the jet.
Where?
Well, McNeely has to
be in the Dallas area,
so the jet has to be
somewhere close by.
Trivette, check all
the airfields in the
Dallas area where a
private jet could land.
All right, they need an
airstrip longer than 3,500 feet.
One without an air tower,
so nobody can
detect their location.
(clicking his tongue)
All right, here we go.
Three of 'em... Colby,
Sage and Tucker.
Okay, why don't you,
Gage and Sydney
go check them out?
REPORTER: We understand
that Heather Preston
was recently accepted
to Cornell University
in New York State.
They'll get to her
in time, won't they?
MOTHER: That's what
we're praying for, honey.
That's what we're praying for.
As the clock counts down
to the six-hour deadline,
no word yet from Tim
Preston or the police
as to whether the
ransom has been paid,
or what's being done.
We'll keep you updated
as we get new information.
Trivette, it's Sydney.
I'm over here at
the Colby Airport,
and there's nothing
bigger than a Cessna.
That's more than I got.
You talk to Gage?
No, not yet.
Let's hope he has
better luck than we do.
Yeah.
(tires squealing)
Walker.
Walker, I'm at Tucker
Airfield; I can see the jet,
and Borla's loading
something onto it.
Gage, there's no
time for backup,
so be careful.
Don't worry.
I'll call you after
I take him down.
(dialing phone)
(phone ringing) McNeely?
Preston, I've
checked my account,
and there's only
$25 million there.
Where the hell is
the rest of my money?
Now, listen to me.
The transfers take time.
The money will be there.
Yeah? Well, you better
not take much longer.
You've got less
than 30 minutes left.
Still no trace.
We need the exact phone
number to pinpoint him.
Keep trying to hack
into that Web site.
Please. Please let me go.
Shut up.
Time to get ready to go.
Daddy.
Help me.
Please.
Do something.
Daddy?
(sobbing)
Daddy?
Daddy.
Come on, Heather, hold on.
I want to come home.
We'll find you,
baby, we'll find you.
Dad?
(beeping)
By the time I
get to the airport,
I'll have everything
I asked for.
Got it!
Shut it down.
We're in the final half hour.
MAN: Kelly, the site's down.
What's happening?
We lost the feed?
We seem to be experiencing
some technical difficulties.
No, it's...
In a stunning
development, with less
than 30 minutes
left on the clock,
has gone off line.
This is completely unexpected.
We have no idea
when the feed
will return, if ever.
We hope and pray that
Heather will be all right.
(phone ringing)
Is the phone trace ready?
Yeah, but try to stall him.
We need at least a minute.
(phone continues ringing)
Hello.
Preston, what the
hell are you doing?
I'm trying to get you your money
so I can get my daughter back.
Don't play games
with me, Preston!
You cut the feed.
It wasn't me.
Don't you think I want
to see my daughter?
You were seeing her live
on a Webcast until you...
I didn't do anything, McNeely.
Now, listen to me.
There's less than
30 minutes left.
I want that feed back
up, and I want it up now.
Don't tell me what
to do, Preston!
Get that feed back up
and prove to me
that Heather is alive,
or I'll stop the wire transfer!
Oh, who cares.
I'll get by with $90 million.
Oh, and don't worry.
You'll see your
daughter soon enough.
I wouldn't want you to
miss Heather's death.
McNeely, please don't.
Please.
I'm begging you.
Oh, how does it feel, Preston?
To beg?
Please... don't do this.
CAHILL: Did you get the trace?
I've got it narrowed to
a five-mile radius, but...
we still need
an exact phone number.
He's going to kill my child.
(sobbing)
(grunting)
Bring it on, Ranger boy.
What's the matter?
You getting tired?
Now, where is Heather Preston?
(grunting)
Knocking on heaven's door.
There's nothing
you can do about it.
(phone ringing)
Walker.
GAGE: Yeah, Walker,
I got Borla, but he won't talk.
Get his cell phone.
Okay, I got it.
See if McNeely's number
is on the list of calls
Borla has placed.
(beeping)
There's only one
number on the phone.
What is it?
Okay.
Hello?
Alex, I have
McNeely's cell number.
Thank God.
What is it?
We'll get back to you.
Jim, Ranger Walker.
Get the chopper ready.
Got it.
Walker?
Seth was able to
isolate the cell grid.
McNeely is at a Dallas
storage warehouse:
995 Buckram Avenue.
(beeping)
Please let me go.
My dad paid... I know it.
(typing)
McNeely, you've got
to get me out of here.
Talk to me!
Why won't you just talk to me?!
(crying): Oh! I
don't want to die!
REPORTER: The HeatherCam
Web site is still down,
and there has been no word
from the Preston household.
It must be an agonizing
wait for Mr. Preston
and everyone else inside.
We've only got six minutes left.
Please, God, let
Walker find her in time.
(breathing heavily)
(computer beeps)
I... I thought you
cared about me.
(computer beeping)
McShadow?
Do you know how much
I hate that nickname?
Ever since you were born,
everything's been handed
to you on a silver platter.
(beeping)
Well... you and your father
are about to find out
that life isn't just
a bowl of cherries.
Why hasn't Walker called yet?
We've only got a few
minutes left, for God's sakes.
Why hasn't he
found my daughter?!
(Heather panting, gasping)
No!
Oh, please stop it!
Don't do this!
Please!
Help!
Somebody help me!
No!
Stop it!
Please, help me!
Somebody help! Please!
If I have to come
over there and shut
you up, you'll find out
just how long and painful
your last five minutes
on Earth will be.
Now shut up, so I can
get this Web site back up.
(Heather sobbing)
(beeping)
I need to see her.
Turn that Web site back on.
It's okay.
Go ahead, put it back online.
(typing)
Turn it on.
(computer beeps)
(typing)
(beeping)
PRESTON: Thank
God she's still alive.
We're online.
MAN: Kelly, the
web feed is back up.
She's back on.
With less than two
minutes on the clock,
HeatherCam2001 is back.
Mom, Dad, it's back on.
Oh, my God.
I don't know if you
at home can see this,
but we're being shown
some sort of
picture of a shotgun
pointed right at Heather.
We knew it could come
to this, but we hoped
it would be resolved by now.
If that girl dies,
you're going to have a long ride
back to Rangers' headquarters.
Uh... What?
Come here.
KELLY: Our station has made
the very difficult decision
to continue carrying
We do not know what
that conclusion will be,
but we want to prepare
you for the worst.
Every family must
make their own decision
as to whether or not to watch.
But we warn you,
it could be graphic.
Dad?
I love you.
(whispering): I love you, too.
I'm gonna go be with Mom now.
(murmuring)
(computer beeping)
Please.
Sorry, I'm already running late.
But say good-bye
to your father for me.
(grunts)
(grunting)
MAN: Get him!
(crowd clamoring)
(grunts)
(clattering)
Watch out!
(both grunting)
(murmuring)
(grunts)
Wow.
(beeping)
(fast, steady beep)
(beeping continues)
(grunting)
(beeping quickens)
(grunts deeply)
(sighs)
(sighs)
(viewers murmuring)
(sighs)
Yeah, man. Yeah.
(sighs)
Are you okay? Yes.
Oh, thank you.
Let's go home.
Yeah.
(applause)
OFFICER: Back up, please.
Back up!
Dad!
Oh, Heather, I love you so much.
I love you, too, Dad.
Have I told you lately
how much I love you?
You can tell me again. (laughs)
Thank you, Walker.
I'm glad it worked
out all right.
♪ 'Cause the eyes of
the ranger are upon you ♪
♪ Any wrong you
do he's gonna see ♪
It's all clear, Mr. McNeely.
Good. They'll be
ready in a few minutes.
Mr. Thompson.
Mr. McNeely.
Good morning, Mr. Preston.
We're ready whenever you are.
Great. Please let Heather know.
Heather, you're
not wearing that.
Why not? Because...
Dad, I am almost 17 years old.
I know, and that outfit
is just a little too, uh...
This is what
everyone is wearing.
PRESTON: I don't care.
Go on back upstairs
and put on something a
little more conservative.
McNeely? PRESTON: Go on.
Help me out here.
Sorry, Heather.
Your dad's the boss.
(scoffs)
Men.
GAGE: I love Danish.
Think I'm going to have
a little strawberry here,
and, uh, maybe a little...
What do you suppose
that is, lemon?
The healthy choices, I see.
Good for you. Need my fruit.
What, that's it? Two?
I didn't know they were
going to have food here,
so I ate before I came.
Hey, guys.
What's that?
Cappuccino.
You didn't see the cart? No.
Right there.
Hey!
Good morning.
Hi, Alex.
Ranger Walker. Hi, Heather.
McNeely, Security.
Ranger Walker. But
I call him McShadow,
'cause he's always
right beside me.
Not for much longer, though.
I know. I'm going to miss you.
You'll be happy you don't have
someone watching
over you every minute
of the day.
Alex, good to see you.
Ready for the big ceremony?
CAHILL: You bet I am.
You remember my husband,
Ranger Cordell Walker?
PRESTON: Of course.
How you doing? Good to see you.
Good seeing you
too, Mr. Preston.
And thanks a lot for the
donation to the H.O.P.E. Center.
Oh, it's my pleasure...
Heather talks
constantly about
the H.O.P.E. Center.
Heather has been one
of our best volunteers.
We are really going to miss her
when she goes off to Cornell.
We're about to start, sir.
Mm.
And we need to get
you some breakfast.
Okay. Bye.
Nice to see you.
She's a fine young lady.
She's my life.
McNEELY: Mr. Preston.
Hmm? It's time.
Oh, excuse me.
I'm hungry. I'm always
hungry. Yeah? Okay.
Back two, buffet table.
You two, back door.
MAN: Aim high, and don't
accidentally kill the billionaire.
(applause)
Thank you.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen,
and thank you for
being here this morning.
Each year, we and the
Dallas Business Association
seek to honor
an organization that embodies...
(speech continues in background)
and to the city, and
the H.O.P.E. Center
is just such a place.
And so, it is our distinct honor
to present this year's
community spirit award
to Alex Cahill Walker
and the H.O.P.E. Center.
(cheering)
Is Dad all right?
He's fine... now,
we've got to move.
I've got Heather.
We're out of the room.
McNeely's got Heather to safety.
Thank God.
(gunfire continues)
Are you all right? Yeah.
I got you covered.
Get in!
(Heather screams)
You didn't tell us there'd
be Texas Rangers!
Shut up and get in the van!
Why are you doing this?
A million reasons.
(moans)
(moaning stops)
Let's go!
(tires screeching)
♪ 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 going to see ♪
♪ When you're in
Texas, look behind you ♪
♪ 'Cause that's where
the ranger's going to be. ♪
I can't figure this out, Alex.
MAN: It's okay.
CAHILL: What happened here?
It has all the looks of
an attempted kidnapping.
Yes, but the obvious
choice is Mr. Preston.
Yeah... but they
didn't try to hit us.
They shot above us
and then retreated.
Why didn't they try to take him?
Where's Heather?
Mr. Preston?
Where's Heather?
McNeely has her.
He's got her out.
Can you call him?
McNeely?
McNeely?
Dean?
They're not answering.
Trivette!
Get down. (man grunts)
Oh, my God.
What happened?
Where's Heather?
Where's McNeely?
McNeely?
McNeely?
McNeely?
Why isn't he answering?
It was a diversion, Trivette.
Diversion for what?
To get Heather out of there.
But McNeely's got her.
I know.
You think he kidnapped her?
Yeah, I do.
(buckles rattling)
REPORTER: Less than half an hour
ago, the Dallas Business Association
was rocked with gunfire
as a team of men attacked
in what seems to be
a kidnapping attempt.
Luckily for those inside, Texas
Rangers were among the guests.
As a result, two of the
attackers are now dead
and another two
are in police custody.
I'm Angela Cane, reporting
from the crime scene.
REPORTER 2: Thank you,
Angela. We'll keep you posted...
Why don't you give me my money
so I can get out of here?
Oh, right.
Oh!
Borla, get rid of him.
Take care of the other two
before the cops
can question them.
No witnesses.
You got it.
If I'm right,
McNeely will be
calling you soon.
We'll finish up here.
I'm going to pull
everything we got
on McNeely. Okay.
You want us to
question the shooters?
Yeah. Okay, we'll follow them
back to headquarters.
You better get
back to your house.
(camera shutters clicking)
Gage!
(van's tires screeching)
(moaning softly)
Help!
Somebody help me!
No. No...
(sobbing): Dad!
Dad, where are you?!
Your dad can't
help you this time.
McNeely?
(computer beeping)
Why are you doing this?
I already told you. Money.
Oh, please, let me go.
Dad will give you
whatever you want!
Yes, I'm sure he will,
as long as I have you.
Now, smile for the camera.
No!
Help!
Somebody help me!
Dad!
And shut up, 'cause I'm busy.
(sobbing)
(birds singing)
Get Mike Walsh on the phone now.
Seth is the best
communications man
in my company.
If anyone can
trace a call, he can.
I'm sure McNeely has
planned this very carefully.
PRESTON: Why hasn't he called?
When is he going to call?
I'll give him whatever he wants.
I know it's hard
to be patient, but...
Please, Alex, this is not
your daughter we're talk...
I'm sorry.
I... I...
I don't mean to
take it out on you.
It's okay, I understand.
My last conversation
with Heather was a fight.
It seems that's
all we do recently.
Every time we talk,
it's to fight, argue,
over clothes, or-or money, or
curfews, or music,
stupid things.
It sounds like a typical
relationship with a teenager.
Heather knows you love her.
You know, I can't remember
the last time I told her that.
(phone rings)
Speaker phone.
(beep)
Hello?
Listen carefully.
I won't repeat myself.
I've e-mailed my account
information to you.
It's McNeely.
I should have known
the rangers would
figure out it was me.
Where's my daughter, McNeely?
Oh, well, that's going
to be a little harder
to uncover.
(groaning)
Because you're
about to get busy.
You have until the end
of business today to wire
$100 million to my
offshore account.
That's six hours
from now, McNeely.
McNEELY: That's right.
Make it happen, or
I'll kill your daughter.
How can you do this to Heather?
You protected her for years.
Exactly, and as soon
as she left for college,
you were going to let me go.
We trusted you, McNeely.
That you did.
And I put it to good use.
Mastering your computers,
developing a foolproof plan.
Even your ranger buddies
won't be able to help you out.
Oh.
(beep, Heather whimpering)
Better get busy.
Clock's ticking.
Put-Put Heather on.
I want to speak with her.
Oh, I can't do that right now.
But you can see
her on the Web site.
A Web site?
McNEELY: Mm.
I've put up a special live feed
for the next six hours.
And you get to
choose the way it ends.
Salvation... or death.
(beep)
Did you get it?
Once I locate the cell
he's transmitting from,
I-I can put you in the
right neighborhood, but
without the exact
phone number...
You can't get a trace?
No, sir. He's bouncing
his signal all over the map.
Here's the Web site.
(Heather sobbing)
Oh, my God.
Can you hack into the Web site?
SETH: I think so.
It'll take some time.
That's not necessary. I'll
give him anything he wants.
Mr. Preston, there's no
guarantee he'll let Heather go
even if you give him the ransom.
I'm not giving him that excuse.
(beep)
(crying continues on computer)
Walker, you don't think
McNeely would kill Heather
if he gets the money?
I don't know, Alex.
I don't know.
(beeping)
(typing)
SYDNEY: Walker.
All four shooters have
rap sheets a mile long.
And McNeely made sure
none of them would talk.
Do you have anything on McNeely?
TRIVETTE: His record's clean.
He has quite a
military background.
He was a navigator
on a bomber in the Gulf War.
Wait a minute. Go
back one, would you?
(beep)
That's the guy with the rocket
launcher.
TRIVETTE: William Borla.
Pull up his file, Trivette.
(beeps)
They were in the
same squad in the Gulf.
Borla was McNeely's pilot.
Got himself
dishonorably discharged.
He has a cousin here
in Dallas, Tony Borla,
who owns the Conflict
Of Interest pool hall.
Tony has a criminal record.
Four years in
Huntsville for robbery.
Go talk to him.
See if he knows anything.
All right.
(computer beeping)
TIM: Listen to me, I don't care
how much of a loss
I'm going to take.
I need you to sell that stock
and wire the $10
million immediately.
No, that's not fast enough.
Do it now, or you'll
never get another cent
of my business ever again.
Get me Carl Oldman,
First Cattlemen's.
He leads me beside still waters.
He restores my soul.
(crying)
Guiding me on the right...
I taught her that psalm
the week her mother died.
WOMAN: He's on the line.
Carl?
I have an emergency.
I need you to wire $20 million,
and I need you to do it quick.
That's right.
Even though I walk
through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil.
For Thou art with me.
(Heather crying)
MAN: Three, two,
one, and... Kelly.
This morning, Heather
Preston was kidnapped.
Two hours and 20 minutes ago,
the ransom call came in.
As you can see,
people keep arriving
here to show their support.
On our screen,
we're carrying the live
Web feed of Heather's ordeal
in what may be
the first kidnapping
broadcast live
over the Internet.
We pray when Heather prays.
We cry when she cries.
Heather may not hear
us, but we are with her.
Kelly Santos, reporting.
(tires squealing)
(country music plays)
Tony Borla?
Texas Rangers, Tony.
Texas Rangers, huh?
Well, I'll be.
Huh. Where's your
cousin William, Tony?
How the hell would I know that?
I suggest you think
about it for a minute.
He don't have
to think about anything.
Now get your butts out of here.
(grunting)
(glass breaking)
(groaning)
(grunts)
(glass breaking)
(grunting)
(groans)
(groaning)
(groans)
(groaning)
(grunts)
Now, one more time.
Where's your cousin, Tony?
Oh, man, look what
you did to my bar, man.
SYDNEY: We're gonna do
a lot more if you don't
tell us where he is.
I told you, I don't
know where he's at.
Well, when was the
last time you saw him?
Oh, man.
Okay.
Feel like talking now?
Oh, shh... Look...
He came by here a
few days ago, all right?
First time I'd
seen him in years.
We had a couple of
drinks. He started in talking
about how he was
coming in to some money,
and how he was
going to get to fly again.
(laughs)
How he was gonna
just kiss this whole
country good-bye.
I didn't pay any
attention to him.
Shoot, man.
He's always running his face.
I figured he's just making
up some big stories.
You know, just throwing
it out the side of his head.
Did he say anything else?
No.
(clattering)
SYDNEY: Tony didn't know
much... just that his cousin
was coming in to some money
and looking forward
to flying again.
Well, the question
is, what is he flying?
You know, McNeely's
got to know that
every law enforcement officer
in Texas is looking for him.
He must have an escape plan...
and with Borla being a pilot...
You think they're
escaping together?
My bet is, Borla's flying
him out of the country.
Well, to fly any distance,
they'd need a jet.
TRIVETTE: I don't think McNeely
or Borla have
that kind of money.
No.
But there is one place
McNeely could get a jet.
Congratulations,
Captain.
Right on time.
Do I know you? Sure.
I'm the guy who's going
to be flying your plane.
(grunts)
(dialing phone)
McNeely, I'm in position.
I'm reporting live from
the Preston estate,
and you're watching
our continuous coverage
of HeatherCam2001.
There are now less
than four hours left
on the clock as the
world watches, helpless,
as a scared little girl prays.
(crying)
For the Lord is good.
(sniffles)
His steadfast love
endures forever.
Preston's plane is
hangared at Dallas Airfield.
I'll have Sydney and
Gage check it out.
You know, I wish we
could figure out a way
to get McNeely on
the phone so we could
trace that call.
Yeah, me, too.
There may be a way.
(dialing phone)
Arrange it with Tom
Dewey. He'll know what to do.
(phone ringing) Walker?
Alex, see if Seth can
cut into the Web site
and get Heather off the air.
You want us to take it off-line?
Are you sure?
I'm hoping McNeely
will call back
to find out what's going on.
What did you say? Walker wants
to shut the feed down. What?!
He's hoping that
McNeely will call back
to find out what's going on.
PRESTON: I... Ranger Walker.
Can you do it, Seth?
It'll take a little time.
Then get on it.
SETH: Right.
Wait a sec... Wait
a second, Seth.
Seth, you can't
shut that feed down.
Tim, Walker knows
what he's doing.
You're going to
have to trust him.
This is Preston's hangar.
Wasn't there supposed
to be a plane here?
Yup.
Do you see any plane?
No.
What's that?
WOMAN (on TV): How
must Heather Preston feel
knowing the world
is watching her
endure this ordeal.
It must be agony.
Okay, thanks.
All right.
Sydney and Gage
are at Preston's hangar.
No plane.
They found the pilot dead.
Borla must have taken the jet.
Where?
Well, McNeely has to
be in the Dallas area,
so the jet has to be
somewhere close by.
Trivette, check all
the airfields in the
Dallas area where a
private jet could land.
All right, they need an
airstrip longer than 3,500 feet.
One without an air tower,
so nobody can
detect their location.
(clicking his tongue)
All right, here we go.
Three of 'em... Colby,
Sage and Tucker.
Okay, why don't you,
Gage and Sydney
go check them out?
REPORTER: We understand
that Heather Preston
was recently accepted
to Cornell University
in New York State.
They'll get to her
in time, won't they?
MOTHER: That's what
we're praying for, honey.
That's what we're praying for.
As the clock counts down
to the six-hour deadline,
no word yet from Tim
Preston or the police
as to whether the
ransom has been paid,
or what's being done.
We'll keep you updated
as we get new information.
Trivette, it's Sydney.
I'm over here at
the Colby Airport,
and there's nothing
bigger than a Cessna.
That's more than I got.
You talk to Gage?
No, not yet.
Let's hope he has
better luck than we do.
Yeah.
(tires squealing)
Walker.
Walker, I'm at Tucker
Airfield; I can see the jet,
and Borla's loading
something onto it.
Gage, there's no
time for backup,
so be careful.
Don't worry.
I'll call you after
I take him down.
(dialing phone)
(phone ringing) McNeely?
Preston, I've
checked my account,
and there's only
$25 million there.
Where the hell is
the rest of my money?
Now, listen to me.
The transfers take time.
The money will be there.
Yeah? Well, you better
not take much longer.
You've got less
than 30 minutes left.
Still no trace.
We need the exact phone
number to pinpoint him.
Keep trying to hack
into that Web site.
Please. Please let me go.
Shut up.
Time to get ready to go.
Daddy.
Help me.
Please.
Do something.
Daddy?
(sobbing)
Daddy?
Daddy.
Come on, Heather, hold on.
I want to come home.
We'll find you,
baby, we'll find you.
Dad?
(beeping)
By the time I
get to the airport,
I'll have everything
I asked for.
Got it!
Shut it down.
We're in the final half hour.
MAN: Kelly, the site's down.
What's happening?
We lost the feed?
We seem to be experiencing
some technical difficulties.
No, it's...
In a stunning
development, with less
than 30 minutes
left on the clock,
has gone off line.
This is completely unexpected.
We have no idea
when the feed
will return, if ever.
We hope and pray that
Heather will be all right.
(phone ringing)
Is the phone trace ready?
Yeah, but try to stall him.
We need at least a minute.
(phone continues ringing)
Hello.
Preston, what the
hell are you doing?
I'm trying to get you your money
so I can get my daughter back.
Don't play games
with me, Preston!
You cut the feed.
It wasn't me.
Don't you think I want
to see my daughter?
You were seeing her live
on a Webcast until you...
I didn't do anything, McNeely.
Now, listen to me.
There's less than
30 minutes left.
I want that feed back
up, and I want it up now.
Don't tell me what
to do, Preston!
Get that feed back up
and prove to me
that Heather is alive,
or I'll stop the wire transfer!
Oh, who cares.
I'll get by with $90 million.
Oh, and don't worry.
You'll see your
daughter soon enough.
I wouldn't want you to
miss Heather's death.
McNeely, please don't.
Please.
I'm begging you.
Oh, how does it feel, Preston?
To beg?
Please... don't do this.
CAHILL: Did you get the trace?
I've got it narrowed to
a five-mile radius, but...
we still need
an exact phone number.
He's going to kill my child.
(sobbing)
(grunting)
Bring it on, Ranger boy.
What's the matter?
You getting tired?
Now, where is Heather Preston?
(grunting)
Knocking on heaven's door.
There's nothing
you can do about it.
(phone ringing)
Walker.
GAGE: Yeah, Walker,
I got Borla, but he won't talk.
Get his cell phone.
Okay, I got it.
See if McNeely's number
is on the list of calls
Borla has placed.
(beeping)
There's only one
number on the phone.
What is it?
Okay.
Hello?
Alex, I have
McNeely's cell number.
Thank God.
What is it?
We'll get back to you.
Jim, Ranger Walker.
Get the chopper ready.
Got it.
Walker?
Seth was able to
isolate the cell grid.
McNeely is at a Dallas
storage warehouse:
995 Buckram Avenue.
(beeping)
Please let me go.
My dad paid... I know it.
(typing)
McNeely, you've got
to get me out of here.
Talk to me!
Why won't you just talk to me?!
(crying): Oh! I
don't want to die!
REPORTER: The HeatherCam
Web site is still down,
and there has been no word
from the Preston household.
It must be an agonizing
wait for Mr. Preston
and everyone else inside.
We've only got six minutes left.
Please, God, let
Walker find her in time.
(breathing heavily)
(computer beeps)
I... I thought you
cared about me.
(computer beeping)
McShadow?
Do you know how much
I hate that nickname?
Ever since you were born,
everything's been handed
to you on a silver platter.
(beeping)
Well... you and your father
are about to find out
that life isn't just
a bowl of cherries.
Why hasn't Walker called yet?
We've only got a few
minutes left, for God's sakes.
Why hasn't he
found my daughter?!
(Heather panting, gasping)
No!
Oh, please stop it!
Don't do this!
Please!
Help!
Somebody help me!
No!
Stop it!
Please, help me!
Somebody help! Please!
If I have to come
over there and shut
you up, you'll find out
just how long and painful
your last five minutes
on Earth will be.
Now shut up, so I can
get this Web site back up.
(Heather sobbing)
(beeping)
I need to see her.
Turn that Web site back on.
It's okay.
Go ahead, put it back online.
(typing)
Turn it on.
(computer beeps)
(typing)
(beeping)
PRESTON: Thank
God she's still alive.
We're online.
MAN: Kelly, the
web feed is back up.
She's back on.
With less than two
minutes on the clock,
HeatherCam2001 is back.
Mom, Dad, it's back on.
Oh, my God.
I don't know if you
at home can see this,
but we're being shown
some sort of
picture of a shotgun
pointed right at Heather.
We knew it could come
to this, but we hoped
it would be resolved by now.
If that girl dies,
you're going to have a long ride
back to Rangers' headquarters.
Uh... What?
Come here.
KELLY: Our station has made
the very difficult decision
to continue carrying
We do not know what
that conclusion will be,
but we want to prepare
you for the worst.
Every family must
make their own decision
as to whether or not to watch.
But we warn you,
it could be graphic.
Dad?
I love you.
(whispering): I love you, too.
I'm gonna go be with Mom now.
(murmuring)
(computer beeping)
Please.
Sorry, I'm already running late.
But say good-bye
to your father for me.
(grunts)
(grunting)
MAN: Get him!
(crowd clamoring)
(grunts)
(clattering)
Watch out!
(both grunting)
(murmuring)
(grunts)
Wow.
(beeping)
(fast, steady beep)
(beeping continues)
(grunting)
(beeping quickens)
(grunts deeply)
(sighs)
(sighs)
(viewers murmuring)
(sighs)
Yeah, man. Yeah.
(sighs)
Are you okay? Yes.
Oh, thank you.
Let's go home.
Yeah.
(applause)
OFFICER: Back up, please.
Back up!
Dad!
Oh, Heather, I love you so much.
I love you, too, Dad.
Have I told you lately
how much I love you?
You can tell me again. (laughs)
Thank you, Walker.
I'm glad it worked
out all right.
♪ 'Cause the eyes of
the ranger are upon you ♪
♪ Any wrong you
do he's gonna see ♪