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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.

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.

Men.

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? - You bet I am.

You remember my husband, Ranger Cordell Walker?

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.

Aim high, and don't accidentally kill the billionaire.

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...

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.

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.

Are you all right? Yeah.

I got you covered.

Get in!

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.

Let's go!

d In the eyes of a ranger d

d The unsuspecting stranger d

d Had better know the truth d

d Of wrong from right d

d 'Cause the eyes of the ranger are upon you d

d Any wrong you do he's going to see d

d When you're in Texas, look behind you d

d 'Cause that's where the ranger's going to be. d

I can't figure this out, Alex.

It's okay.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Gage!

Help!

Somebody help me!

No. No...

Dad!

Dad, where are you?!

Your dad can't help you this time.

McNeely?

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.

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.

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.

Speaker phone.

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.

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.

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.

HeatherCam2001.com.

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.

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.

Oh, my God.

Can you hack into the Web site?

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.

Walker, you don't think McNeely would kill Heather

if he gets the money?

I don't know, Alex.

I don't know.

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?

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?

That's the guy with the rocket

launcher.

William Borla.

Pull up his file, Trivette.

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.

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.

Guiding me on the right...

I taught her that psalm the week her mother died.

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.

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.

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.

Now, one more time.

Where's your cousin, Tony?

Oh, man, look what you did to my bar, man.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

For the Lord is good.

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.

Arrange it with Tom Dewey. He'll know what to do.

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.

I... Ranger Walker.

Can you do it, Seth?

It'll take a little time.

Then get on it.

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?

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.

All right, here we go.

Three of 'em... Colby, Sage and Tucker.

Okay, why don't you, Gage and Sydney

go check them out?

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?

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.

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.

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?

Daddy?

Daddy.

Come on, Heather, hold on.

I want to come home.

We'll find you, baby, we'll find you.

Dad?

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.

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,

the HeatherCam2001.com feed

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.

Is the phone trace ready?

Yeah, but try to stall him.

We need at least a minute.

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.

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.

Bring it on, Ranger boy.

What's the matter?

You getting tired?

Now, where is Heather Preston?

Knocking on heaven's door.

There's nothing you can do about it.

Walker.

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.

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.

Please let me go.

My dad paid... I know it.

McNeely, you've got to get me out of here.

Talk to me!

Why won't you just talk to me?!

Oh! I don't want to die!

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.

I... I thought you cared about me.

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.

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?!

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.

I need to see her.

Turn that Web site back on.

It's okay.

Go ahead, put it back online.

Turn it on.

Thank God she's still alive.

We're online.

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.

Our station has made

the very difficult decision to continue carrying

the feed of HeatherCam2001.com live.

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.

I love you, too.

I'm gonna go be with Mom now.

Please.

Sorry, I'm already running late.

But say good-bye to your father for me.

Get him!

Watch out!

Wow.

Yeah, man. Yeah.

Are you okay? Yes.

Oh, thank you.

Let's go home.

Yeah.

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.

Thank you, Walker.

I'm glad it worked out all right.

d 'Cause the eyes of the ranger are upon you d

d Any wrong you do he's gonna see d