Original subtitles

( light rock action theme playing)

( mysterious theme playing)

(chatter)

MAN 1: Hey, man! What do you want me to do with these oranges?

MAN 2: Stack 'em next to the apples.

MAN 1: And the bananas?

MAN 2: Same place.

MAN 1: All right, man, got it.

It's 5:00 in the morning.

I sure hope what they say about the early bird is true.

We're about to find out. Here come the worms.

TRIVETTE: That means the guns are here.

VINH: Hey. MAN: How's it goin', man?

VINH: It's all yours, ese. MAN: Good.

GAGE: Okay then. Uh, you just go again and sign...

Sign right there. What?

Just sign for me right there

for the 300 pounds of rice you guys ordered

from the co-op. That was you guys, right?

I didn't buy no 300 pounds of nothing.

Oh. Oh, you know what? You're right. I'm sorry.

It says here you bought yourself a little jail time.

I'm a Texas Ranger. VINH: Rangers...

(grunting)

( action theme playing)

Chinese AK-47 assault rifles, and just like last week,

Steven Nimh's tip was right again.

Yeah, but he's been undercover too long.

How long has he been under? Eight months.

Oh, man. That is a long time.

SYDNEY: That's 500 assault rifles we've confiscated

in the last three months.

And it's all because of Steven Nimh.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Trivette.

Steven, I don't think that's a good idea.

All right, I'll talk to Walker.

Speakin' of the devil.

That was Steven Nimh?

Says he needs to meet with us.

That's not a good idea.

That's exactly what I told him. He said it's pretty important.

Well, it must be for him to jeopardize his cover.

He said he'd meet with us

at the canals at Las Colinas at noon.

He said look for a homeless guy.

Let's go.

(chatter)

( ominous theme playing)

This wasn't a good idea, Steven.

I know, but they trust me, Walker.

Besides, this is too important.

What have you got?

Rhode's planning some big shipment,

something from Southeast Asia, but I'm not sure what.

Maybe it's time we busted 'em.

No, not yet, Walker.

I did some snooping around one of their warehouses,

and I found this.

(metal clinks)

WALKER: Looks like some kind of a machine part.

Yeah, but to what?

I'll run it through the system.

Thanks.

WALKER: As soon as we find out what it is,

we're gonna take 'em down.

Okay.

BOY: Ow, Mama, Mama.

WOMAN: Peter, hold still. It won't hurt. See?

No, oh.

Stay still. Stay still.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What happened? Nothing.

That bully beat him up, again.

What?

It's about time I had a talk with his father.

Dad, you... You can't.

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

MAN: Steven, meet me at the range. We need to talk.

I'll be right there.

I gotta go.

Peter, we'll talk more about this when I get back.

Okay, sport?

(gunshots)

(laughs)

Yee-haw!

Right through a bullet-proof vest.

Every gangbanger in Dallas should have one of these.

Hey, Billy. Heard you wanted to see me.

That's right, Stevie Boy, I did.

(laughs)

I thought we should have a little chat.

About what?

About how the Texas Rangers found out

about our little transaction down at the produce market.

And how would I know that?

It's funny you should ask,

because the only two people who knew about that deal

were you and me,

and I know I didn't tell anyone,

so that leaves you, Stevie Boy.

( ominous theme playing)

(grunts)

I was lying, but now I know.

(bones crack)

Get rid of him,

someplace a cop should be buried.

(men speaking in Vietnamese)

(chatter)

(siren wailing)

Have Forensics check the body

as soon it gets to the morgue, okay?

Sanitation workers found the body

when they were emptying out the dumpster.

We already have a positive ID.

It's Steven Nimh.

( ominous theme playing)

( light rock action theme playing)

♪ In the eyes of a Ranger ♪

♪ The unsuspecting stranger ♪

♪ Had better know the truth ♪

♪ Of wrong from right ♪

♪ 'Cause the eyes Of the Ranger ♪

♪ Are upon you ♪

♪ Any wrong you do He's gonna see ♪

♪ When you're in Texas Look behind you ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where The Ranger's gonna be ♪

(trumpets playing "Taps")

MAN: Thus, we must say farewell to our comrade,

Detective Steven Nimh,

who gave his life in the line of duty.

Our prayers are with Detective Nimh,

and our thoughts are with his family.

MAN: Ready, aim, fire!

Ready, aim, fire.

Ready, aim, fire.

(man yells indistinctly)

Mrs. Nimh, this is for you,

and my deepest condolences on the loss of your husband.

(yells indistinctly)

( melancholic theme playing)

(sobbing)

I'm sorry I could not get here sooner.

(sobbing)

What am I gonna do?

How am I gonna live without Steven?

We'll find strength in each other, my daughter.

And we have Peter we must think about.

You're right, Father.

General Nimh.

Walker, it has been too many years.

Yes, sir, it has.

It's good to see you, my friend,

even at such a difficult time.

Yes. Trivette, this is Steven's father,

General Nimh. My partner, Trivette.

General, it's an honor to meet you.

Sir.

You two met in Vietnam?

Yes, we did. We saw a lot of combat together.

He saved my life more than once.

TRIVETTE: General Nimh,

your son was an honor to the Department.

Thank you. Walker...

you will catch the man who did this.

Yes, sir,

if it's the last thing I ever do.

(tires screeching)

( ominous theme playing)

(chatter)

Everything accounted for?

Yeah, Billy, it's all here.

Good.

Start putting them together.

You got it.

(man speaking in Vietnamese)

(dog barking)

( melancholic theme playing)

(car doors closing)

Peter, you wanna show Grandfather to the guest room?

I-I'm sorry.

No, there's no need. He's in much pain.

I know, but I don't know what to do with him.

He won't talk to me.

He'll be all right. He'll be all right.

Hey. I've scanned this machine part into the computer.

That'll give me a chance to compare it to the database.

Well, we just talked to the delivery guys

that we busted at the produce market.

Their attorney really wants to make a deal,

but we got nothin' to trade.

They were a blind hire.

Where were they hired?

Well, they were hired where Steven

first went undercover, at Café Exit.

Trivette, let's go check it out.

( mellow theme playing)

(doorbell rings)

Alex, what are you doing here?

I just wanted to see

if there was anything that you need.

Come in.

(computer beeping)

(birds chirping)

Michelle, let me help you. Alex, I can do it.

No, really, it's... Alex, I said I can do it.

I'm sorry. I just... It's okay.

Just sit here for a minute.

I shouldn't have snapped at you.

It's okay, Michelle, really.

I just can't believe Steven's really gone.

I always knew this could happen.

I always had this fear that...

I'd get a knock on the door...

or a phone call in the middle of the night

telling me... Michelle, I am so sorry.

I'll be fine.

It's Peter I'm worried about.

He's never been able to deal with his emotions.

All he does is sit in that room with his computer.

It's not healthy, Alex.

Everyone has different ways of coping.

You might be right, but still,

now that his father's gone...

I really don't know what to do.

(typing on keyboard)

( action theme playing)

Whatever you want, we're out of it.

Wow, Walker, what would you like that they're out of?

Well, since they're out of service,

how about information?

Can't help you.

Did you see that rat?

Wow, that was one big rat, wasn't it?

What are you guys talkin' about?

There wasn't any rat.

I'll call the Department of Sanitation.

And the Board of Health.

You can't do that.

Yes, I can.

Oh, all right, all right. What do you wanna know?

Information.

About a new Vietnamese gang working in Little Saigon.

BARTENDER: I don't know anything about that.

You seem to be very interested in our conversation.

You know anything?

Look, I don't know anything.

WALKER: What about this?

(men yelling)

My turn.

( ominous theme playing)

What do you want, Lo?

Hello, Stone.

Do you mind if I help myself?

I asked you a question. What do you want?

It's not what I want, Stone. It's what you need.

Oh, yeah? And what do I need?

What I've got.

A weapon that will destroy anything that moves.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(horn honking)

WALKER: Guess what, Binh?

We had a talk with the people at INS.

Oh, yeah? TRIVETTE: Yeah, boy.

They've been lookin' for you.

Seems you have quite a criminal record in Vietnam.

You do remember what the prisons are like

over there, don't you?

Listen, Binh, it's simple.

If you don't talk, we're gonna get a deportation order

so fast it's gonna make your head spin.

Yeah, right. You know how long

it takes to get a deportation order?

Well, I guess it depends on who you know.

One deportation order.

Now all we have to do is file it.

In 24 hours you're gonna be on a plane back to Vietnam.

Now do you know anything?

Let's file it, Trivette.

All right, wait.

Okay, here's what I know.

Billy Lo is the guy you're after.

He came to Little Saigon with his crew

a couple of months ago.

Where do we find him? How would I know?

Just 'cause I heard talk,

that don't mean I actually met him.

(dog barking)

GENERAL NIMH: Time passes by so quickly.

You've asked me to come to visit so many times,

thought of coming so many times.

I always managed to put it off, and now...

I cannot tell my son one more time...

that I love him.

Father, Steven knew you loved him.

I'll go get dinner ready.

( tender theme playing)

( dramatic theme playing)

Come on, cut it out.

Get off me.

GENERAL NIMH: Stop that! Hey!

Stop.

Now, kid, just get off him now.

Come on. Go home. Go.

MAN: Way to go, son.

(laughs)

Come on. Let's go home.

Peter?

( dramatic theme playing)

I've been running the image of that machine part

through the database.

So far I keep comi" up dry.

Let me see that.

( mysterious theme playing)

Trivette, check with Interpol.

See what the Chinese have in the way

of rocket launchers.

Rocket launchers?

Yeah, they're popular with criminals in Asia.

Got it.

(beeping)

It's part of the triggering mechanism.

Man, if these weapons hit the street...

I wonder if they're being smuggled into the States

as machine parts.

Trivette, see who in Little Saigon

is importing machinery from Southeast Asia.

(computer beeping)

TRIVETTE: Two companies.

Little Saigon Imports and the Far East Trading Company.

All right, you two check the Far East Trading Company.

Trivette and I'll check out Little Saigon Imports.

SYDNEY: Okay.

Why does that boy want to fight you?

He doesn't want to fight me, Grandfather.

He wants to beat me up.

I see.

Well, perhaps we should make that

more difficult to accomplish.

Come, grandson. We have a lot of work to do.

( mellow theme playing)

What are you doing?

Getting to know my grandson.

(chatter)

Well, that operation is so clean

you could eat grits off it.

Grits? Yeah.

You actually eat grits?

Yeah, are you kidding? They're delicious.

A little butter, some ham hocks,

you could even put salsa on there.

Never face your opponent straight on.

It gives him too many areas to attack.

Always stand slightly sideways.

Try this way. Good.

Now bring your hands up.

Relax them. Good.

Now most people are right-handed.

They're gonna try to hit you with their right hand.

You block with the left, punch with the right.

Oh, don't bring it back. Just punch.

Good. Try that one more time.

Up with the left,

punch with the right. Very nice.

One more time. Up with the left...

( ominous theme playing)

(men speaking in Vietnamese)

TRIVETTE: Texas Rangers.

(man speaks in Vietnamese)

( action theme playing)

(grunting)

Walker, here's Little Saigon Imports' accounting disk.

Let's check it out.

(computer beeping)

What do you make of that?

WALKER: It's in Vietnamese,

and I can't figure out what it's saying.

Is it encrypted? It must be.

All right, I'll call the FBI, send it to Quantico.

Okay, in the meantime, let's go talk to Peter Nimh.

The boy? Why?

Well, he knows Vietnamese and he's a computer genius.

Ready, Peter?

Block, punch.

Front kick.

(groans)

One more time.

Just the front kick.

And front kick.

(groans)

I'm not gonna learn this.

Grandson, the only time we fail

is when we stop trying, okay?

One more time.

(car approaching) (whispers indistinctly)

And you think I can break the code?

We'd like for you to try, Peter.

(computer beeping)

(men speaking in Vietnamese)

( ominous theme playing)

Here. This is what I was talking about.

Brand new from China. Have a closer look.

Nice.

Yeah? No.

I know just how to take care of it.

These things look nice, Lo,

but what can they really do?

Funny you should ask.

One of the men in Ranger custody

is talking about my business.

I can't have that.

MAN (over PA): Sergeant Boyce to processing.

Sergeant Boyce to processing.

(chatter over radio)

(man yelling indistinctly)

Hi. OFFICER: Hi, Rangers.

What have we got?

Henry Ben, John Chow, and William Vu.

Now all three of 'em may be tied to some pretty bad dudes,

so Walker would like to put 'em

in an isolation unit pending their arraignment.

Well, I have to get that approved with my CO,

but if that's what Ranger Walker wants,

I don't see any problem.

Right. Okay, thanks.

You bet. Keep them in the van till get back.

(chatter over radio)

( action theme playing)

All right, I guess you're driving.

(helicopter whirring)

What's that all about?

I don't know.

Now you'll get to see firsthand

what the RPG-7 is capable of.

(metal screeching)

( dramatic theme playing)

( action theme playing)

(Lo laughing)

They're everything you said they were.

So how many do you want?

All of 'em. All of them?

Yeah, with that much firepower,

I can take out all my competition.

That you can, Stone.

( suspenseful theme playing)

GAGE: Texas Rangers. Hold it right there.

(grunts)

(gunshots)

You okay?

Yeah. You okay? Yeah.

We got an ID on the guy with the rocket launcher.

Johnny Tang. He was paroled last year.

His job sheet says he works in a place called Chan's Garage

down in Little Saigon. Thought we'd check it out.

Okay.

I can't. I've uploaded everything from my disc

to my hard drive and ran it through my hex-editor,

but I still can't figure it out. I just can't.

It's okay, Peter. Thanks for trying.

I'll give a call to Quantico,

see if they've come up with anything.

Yeah.

It's okay, grandson.

( ominous theme playing)

I want this thing to look completely different

when we're done.

Rangers.

Just play it cool. I'll handle them.

How you doin', guys? Hi.

We're Texas Rangers.

Can we talk to you for a minute?

No English.

Can I help you?

Yeah, we need to ask you some questions.

We need some information on a guy by the name of Johnny Tang.

What about Johnny?

Well, he was shot and killed

right in front of the county jail yesterday.

You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?

Look, lady, I don't know what you're talkin' about.

I'm a mechanic. I do repairs and body work.

Yeah, you know, you guys are pretty good.

It's not easy coverin' bullet holes like this.

(grunts)

( action theme playing)

( soft theme playing)

Ready?

Don't just pull with your hand.

Turn with the hip.

Okay, one more time.

The other way.

I'll never be good at this.

Grandson, the only limitations we have

are the ones we place on ourselves.

Never forget that.

All right.

That's enough for today. Help me.

(computer beeping)

(chatter)

I'm gonna call Quantico, see what's goin' on.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, Trivette.

Well, the guys from Chan's Garage, not sayin' a word.

Everyone's too afraid to talk.

TRIVETTE: Okay, thank you.

Quantico is close to breakin' the code,

but not quite yet.

( ominous theme playing)

(men speaking in Vietnamese)

You brought the cash?

An investment in the future.

(laughs)

(computer beeping)

GENERAL NIMH: The only limitations we have

are the ones we place on ourselves.

(typing)

Grandfather!

What is it, Peter?

I did it. I broke the code.

Good boy. Let's call Uncle Walker.

(phone ringing)

Walker.

Great. Thank you, General Nimh.

Hey, Peter Nimh cracked the code.

The disc contains a record of Lo's operations,

and his headquarters is a warehouse in Little Saigon.

64 Commerce Street.

( dramatic theme playing)

Here they are. Twelve of the deadliest weapons in Dallas.

Nice.

Yes, yes, they are,

but I've been thinking about what you said, Stone.

What?

You said these weapons will eliminate

all the competition.

So what are you gettin' at?

I've decided not to give you my guns...

just my bullets.

Tough luck, guys. You picked the wrong boss.

(men grunting)

All right, let's move it.

Once we get rid of the competition,

Dallas will be ours.

( dramatic theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

(siren wailing)

I'll flank 'em.

(grunts)

(officers yelling)

(yells)

Don't shoot. We give up.

OFFICER: Get out. Come out.

(men speaking indistinctly)

OFFICER: Come out, come out.

Hurry up.

OFFICER: On your knees.

On the ground.

OFFICER: You, on the ground.

Hurry up.

(grunts)

( triumphant theme playing)

Get up.

The killer of my son has been brought to justice.

Thank you, Walker.

Well, we couldn't have done it without Peter's help.

Speaking of, isn't that Peter coming down the street?

( soft theme playing)

I'm gonna kick your butt.

(groans)

MAN: Hey, what are you doin'?

Get up. You gonna let that punk boy do that to you?

Get your punk butt up here and get in that house.

I can't believe how you embarrassed me back there.

You loser.

Excuse me.

Come on. I wanna see this.

Sir, may I have a word with you?

What the hell do you want?

(groaning)

I understand. Yeah.

Okay, okay, yeah.

Wow, Grandfather, what did you do to him?

It's not what I did, Peter.

It's what he thought I would do.

Well, you must've said something to him.

I did. I told him that from now on

I'll be living here.

( tender theme playing)

( light rock action theme playing)

♪ 'Cause the eyes Of the Ranger ♪

♪ Are upon you ♪

♪ Any wrong you do He's gonna see ♪

♪ When you're in Texas Look behind you ♪

♪ 'Cause that's where The Ranger's gonna be ♪