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Trivette, this is Special Agent Daniels.

Trivette, this is my partner, Carl Bishop.

This is James Wilson.

He's the main man on this deal. He carries a pair of 9 mils.

He's a real wild one.

And he's cagey as hell too.

It took all my powers of persuasion

to convince the guy he should sell us

some illegal automatic weapons.

Yeah, you should've seen it. Took us four meetings.

Is that so?

I was ready to quit, but not old Wild Phil Daniels.

Knock it off, Carl.

You're embarrassing me, kid, really.

When is Wilson due to arrive?

If he's on schedule, and he always has been,

about ten minutes.

Gives me just enough time to lay out the ground rules.

What ground rules?

Ah, don't get me wrong.

I know you Texas Rangers are good at what you do,

but when working with local law enforcement,

I like to make everything crystal clear.

This is a federal bust,

and you boys have been good enough

to provide us with backup.

Backup, nothing more.

Unless you get in a jam.

That's not gonna happen here.

I've made Wilson a believer,

guaranteed. There's no guarantees in this.

You know that, Phil.

You've never worked with me before, Walker.

It's the big leagues now.

¿Comprende?

What do you want us to do?

Drive your truck over there behind those bales,

stay out of sight,

and when Bishop here takes his hat off,

you boys come in and mop up.

He's awfully confident.

Too confident.

You cover the kid. I'll cover old Wild Phil.

Hey, guys.

How's it looking?

No sweat.

Got the merchandise?

It's in the back. Let's see the green.

Right this way, boys.

What is this?

It's a double-cross.

You guys lose, we win.

Oh, c-come on, Wilson.

I thought we were gonna do some business here.

We are doing business.

My kind.

Something's wrong, Trivette.

Hey. W-wait. You gotta give us a chance.

Okay.

You can try and run.

No! W-wait. Well, you can't do this.

Listen, you can't do this. No, no, you... Listen.

We're not who you think we are.

No, no, we're federal agents. No.

You can't kill us. No!

For God's sakes, I'm begging you.

Texas Rangers! Drop your weapon!

Let's go. Get down!

You all right?

Hey! Look out! Hey! Are you crazy?

Give it up, Wilson!

You're blocking my exit, Ranger!

We're not letting you out.

You best move or I'm gonna start killing!

Why don't you stop and think about what you're doing?

I said, get! Or the kid's gonna be first.

Give it up!

I warned you.

I'll get a doctor.

Hold on, kid.

Federal agents, huh?

Well, at least I didn't beg for nothing.

And your time's coming.

Your time's coming real, real soon.

♪ 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 ♪

Our information is that you train

the finest fighters in the world, Major Hooks.

So I'm very excited to interview these men.

Well, Mr. Milovic, you won't be disappointed,

but when you want the finest, you gotta pay the price.

And what exactly is the price, major?

Well, we'll get to that.

Stack that ammo over there.

Hey, Calder. I thought you'd be back in the States by now.

I saw this at the airport in Nairobi.

It's about your brother.

Well, what the hell...

made him think he could do this all by himself?

Terribly sorry, Caleb.

If there's anything I can do...

Yeah.

Please, make the funeral arrangements.

Any of you boys wanna make top dollar?

Wait a minute, major.

These men have been promised

to the Serbian provisional government.

I cannot believe that you're gonna refuse

to honor the terms... Shut up!

You fat...

slimy, scum, Serbian sack of crap.

I repeat,

do you boys wanna make a...

sack of money?

We're with you, major. What is the job?

I want him.

I want him.

Walker.

Yeah, what you got, Jed?

Yeah.

Any progress on the mysterious James Wilson?

Progress?

About to put this baby to rest, lady.

Who was he really?

Yeah. Trouble.

First of all, there is no police record on his prints,

so Walker suggested we go through the military.

Good hunch.

Fingerprints were finally ID'd as one Randall Jackson Hooks,

a reservist, ROTC candidate

while he was attending college in Georgia.

Doesn't sound like a gunrunner.

Tell us about it.

College, ROTC, good student too.

Then about a year ago, he dropped out of school.

Out of sight.

Then he shows up last week in charge of an illegal-arms sale?

It doesn't make any sense.

Yes, it does.

The name Hooks rang a bell,

so I called a friend in Washington.

Missing piece of the puzzle?

Yeah.

Major Caleb Hooks, U.S. Army Special Forces.

Discharged for the good of the service.

Went to work for the highest bidder.

Trained mercenaries, and also dealing in...

Guess what.

Illegal arms.

You got it.

And Randall Hooks is a relative?

His younger brother.

So, what's old Caleb Hooks up to now?

Well, the last time they heard of him,

he was being held in some Angolan jail.

Looks like the little brother took over the family business.

And it blew up in his face.

Case closed?

Looks that way.

A young man with all that he had going for him,

he ends up dead

because he wants to be like his big brother.

It's a real shame.

Yeah.

Hello?

It's Phil Daniels.

I know it's late, Walker,

but I've gotta see you, to talk.

Please.

Sure, come on over, Phil.

I'll be there in 30 minutes.

Okay.

Hi, Phil, come on in. I got some coffee for you.

What happened?

Powerful stuff.

Bring down a water buffalo.

You're Caleb Hooks.

That's right.

And you're under arrest

for the murder of my brother.

You have the right to remain silent,

or you can say anything you want,

as long as you understand that, in the end,

it will be my truth

and my justice that will be served.

Recognize this?

Tiger cage, VC-prisoner-of-war style.

Since both of us did time in Nam,

I thought it'd be only appropriate.

I know all about you, Walker.

Former Marine captain, picked up a Silver Star,

a Navy Cross

while you did your time in sunny Southeast Asia.

And now a hotshot Texas Ranger.

A major bust to your credit. More medals of valor.

Your brother was gonna kill a child.

I had no choice.

Oh...

Yeah, I lived in one of these

for about eight months and three days.

Charlie carried me from village to village.

"Uncle Ho's Traveling Freak Show.

"Come and see the American officer

squatting in his own filth."

I escaped, Walker. I escaped.

And when I did, I paid 'em back.

I'm a firm believer in payback, Walker.

That's how I got my Silver Star:

payback.

What's the matter? A little disorienting, isn't it?

This particular drug works like that.

You think you've shaken it, then it just comes rushing back.

Night, night.

Hey, Walker, it's Trivette.

Hey, man...

Unit on emergency, you have a message.

Right now.

Mr. Jameson, I'm gonna head back to my office, all right?

How'd this happen?

I don't know.

But I'm sure as hell gonna find out.

Mr. Jameson, you need me for anything else,

you know where you can find me.

Uh, Ranger Trivette,

this is a homicide of a federal agent.

It's our jurisdiction, not yours.

I got no problem with that.

Have all the jurisdiction you want.

My partner's out there. I'm gonna find...

And my partner is lying in there with a slug in him.

When I find Walker, I'll find out who did it.

No, not without me you won't.

With your permission, sir.

All right, Carl.

You've got 48 hours, with Agent Bishop as backup.

After that, we take over.

Let's go.

There you go, Walker.

Have a drink, there, captain.

Gotta keep your strength up...

for the trial.

What kind of trial?

Well, it's the kind of trial you and I will understand best.

No jury, no judge, no lawyers.

Just cold steel and guts to back it up, Walker.

Trial by combat... with them.

What do you say?

Thattaboy.

Bishop.

Caleb Hooks escaped from that Angolan prison

nearly six months ago.

Claimed asylum in Kenya

and started a school for mercenaries.

Is he our man?

One thing Walker always told me

is you go after the guy with the biggest ax to grind.

That guy killed your partner and he's got mine.

Get up.

You all set?

It's your party.

Now you're talking.

You know, Walker, there's something very strange.

Even though you killed my brother...

And you will pay for it.

I have this affinity...

Feeling...

I guess it's respect.

Now, maybe it's because

Cordell Walker's not just a simple Texas Ranger,

and I'm certainly not one of your ordinary,

run-of-the-mill mercenaries.

Is that right?

Don't patronize me, Walker.

We're very much alike, you and I,

even though I'm the villain and you wear the white hat.

In different circumstances,

it could've been the other way around.

You made your choice, Hooks, and I made mine.

Ah-ah.

Mr. Righteous.

We'll see how noble you are

when you're reaching for that one more breath.

Oh, one more thing, Walker.

You'll be fighting in the dark.

Lights.

You broke my arm!

Give it up.

Never.

Lights.

He's dead.

Yeah.

We're cut from the same cloth, Walker.

We're not the same, Hooks.

You kill because you like it. I had no choice.

Four hours rest.

Give him some meds and let him clean himself up.

Kiely was one of us, major. And he killed him.

Oh... Kiely made a mistake.

You'll go to school on Kiely's lesson.

Take the captain home.

Hey, Bishop.

What's up?

I needed some air.

All right, you got the computer access code?

I don't have access to that information.

I told you that.

Well, then you gotta pull some strings, man.

We gotta get all the information we can on Hooks.

Half of it's classified. It's in the files.

I am sick of looking for Hooks from a computer.

You know, you're... You're the big Ranger around here.

Where are your local contacts, your snitches who owe you one?

Why do I have to put my career on the line?

Hey, what...?

This isn't about those classified codes, is it?

It's about your dead partner, Daniels, right?

I just keep seeing him begging for his life.

Begging, Trivette.

Phillip Daniels.

I guess I felt about him like you feel about Walker.

To see Phil crack like that, that was bad enough,

but to know that he probably gave up Walker to Hooks...

It's just eating me up on the inside.

I mean, he was the best of the best.

This guy was a legend in the agency.

And you're thinking because he cracked, you might crack.

Yeah.

Yeah, something like that.

All right, listen to this.

Everybody's got a breaking point.

It's just pure luck that most of us get through life

without having to face it.

I'll remember that when we bury him on Friday.

Whoa, wait.

Listen, the funeral. Hooks' kid brother.

Don't you just wonder who handled the arrangements?

Might be something in that.

I'll pray. I'll pray.

You're a cool number, Walker.

That's what I like about you.

I always wanted that in my brother,

but he always went off halfcocked.

You sent for your brother, didn't ya?

No.

Sure, you did. That's why he left school.

No.

He could've stayed.

I just happened to mention that I could use him.

But, uh, I never gave him an order.

No.

Paid for his college.

But that didn't obligate him to quit.

No, Randy made that decision on his own.

To die at 22?

And I got the man that killed him.

Do you?

I'm probably repeating myself, Walker,

but you and I have a lot in common.

Both military. Both officers.

Both Nam.

And both half Indian.

Except you're Cherokee and I'm Comanche.

My old man was full-blooded.

I understand that your old man was killed

when you were just a kid.

Unfortunately, I had to live with mine.

He was a mean drunk.

An abuser.

You're a good listener, Walker.

You'd have made a hell of a priest.

Ah, your rest period's about over.

All right, Walker, you'll begin unarmed.

It's just like life.

A series of obstacles,

one a little more difficult than the next.

And a hard life deserves a reward.

So as you can see,

if you can reach yours before your opponent,

why, you'll have one hell of an advantage.

The punji sticks are for the loser.

Are you ready?

Go.

Kill him, Chen.

I'm gonna carve you up, Ranger.

I want him now.

Now, where's your professional pride, Jamal?

Let him rest. You'll get him tonight.

To hell with professional pride.

Don't ever say that to me.

You win.

Everything was handled through Evan Calder,

attorney at law.

Do you know him?

Yeah, he moved to Dallas from London a few years back.

Makes a hefty salary working for the bad guys.

Well, let's get him in here.

No, we're gonna ambush this guy on his own turf.

We need to catch him off-guard.

Do you know how to play Good Cop, Bad Cop?

Sure, I saw it in a movie once.

No sweat.

All right, you're the good cop.

Cool.

Here he comes.

Well, Ranger Trivette, how good to see...

Cut the blue-blood routine, Calder.

Agent Bishop and I are here on police business.

Agent? Ah, call me Carl.

Just wanna ask you a couple of questions

about a client of yours.

Which client? I have many.

Caleb Hooks.

I want you to give me a list of all the properties

that he might've leased recently he could be using for a hideout.

A hideout?

And I want the list now.

Now, look here, Trivette,

this is all bloody irregular, and I do not...

You were authorized to take custody

of the brother's body, correct?

What?

Uh, well, yes, but...

And if I don't have that list in my hand within the hour,

I'm gonna hit you with the full weight of the state of Texas.

And the Federal Immigration

and Naturalization Services.

Immigration?

That's right.

Agent Bishop is gonna make sure that your little green card

and your little lucrative business gets vaporized.

S-simply for representing an expatriate

in the disposition of his brother's body?

I really cannot see what that has anything to...

Believe it.

I have evidence that this expatriate is in Dallas.

He's responsible for murder and kidnapping,

and we'll have him, or you, incarcerated.

Excuse us just a second. Pardon us.

I don't think that Mr. Calder

is foolish enough to risk his career.

Look, I... Or deportation!

You got 45 minutes.

I'll fax you the list.

You do that, or I'm gonna land on you and explode, mister.

Right. Right.

I'll let you boys know when to start,

and you can get it on.

I'll be the referee.

Oh, yeah, there's one little added attraction.

Round three.

Put it down.

You won't shoot, major.

Really?

My turn.

Now it's just you and me, Walker.

All right, let's go.

No blocking up the door.

Let's go!

- Stay there. - Let's move.

All right, Gunnerling, take the left side.

Yes, sir.

Pick around that machinery.

Hold it, hold it.

Take up your position.

Must've been Hooks' backup-supply dump.

But is this where they're keeping Walker?

Still two more locations left on Calder's list.

We'll know when we check 'em out.

Let's go!

Let's move, let's move!

You'd have made a good mercenary, Walker.

But your ideas are so confused about right and wrong.

This is the way men who respect each other should fight, Walker.

True to our blood and our heritage.

This used to be Comanche land,

till the Rangers drove us off.

Now I'm gonna drive a Ranger off.

And true to my Comanche blood, I'm coming after your scalp.

Because when I take it,

your spirit and your courage

and your strength will be all mine, Walker.

Let's go, come on.

Move in.

Spread out.

Site secure.

All right.

Sir. Over here, sir.

Hold on.

Get an ambulance!

I've been holding on.

No use.

I faked my way this far, but no damn use.

Not anymore.

Come closer, brother rat.

I've got something to tell you about a slime named Caleb Hooks.

Great day to die, Walker.

Your brother didn't think so.

Oh?

Randy talked tough,

but he was afraid to die.

Really?

You know how it was in Nam.

Kids so scared...

that they wet their pants.

Just like your brother did.

I'm gonna cut your lying tongue out.

Very good.

You pushed the right button, Walker.

How's the arm?

I'll live. How's the ribs?

Ah, just a scratch.

This next one's gonna hurt ya.

What are you gonna do, talk me to death?

Another ten miles. About ten minutes at this speed.

All right, simple math, we go twice as fast.

Well done, captain.

Where's Hooks?

He's inside.

Bishop, get him. Let's get you some help.

Sounds good to me.

Sergeant, down this way.

Let's get you to the hospital.

♪ '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 ♪