Original subtitles

( mellow theme playing)

All right, look sharp, everybody.

Walker, Trivette, mighty glad you're here

at the press conference giving a hand.

Is there anything to be concerned about?

Oh, plenty.

Everywhere McGuire goes, he's in the crosshairs.

Ten days ago he's sitting in a pub

in the middle of Belfast,

a car bomb with his name on it

goes off outside.

Kills half a dozen innocent people.

TRIVETTE: Guy finally puts together a real coalition

with a real chance for permanent peace,

and people still taking shots at him.

You're right, Trivette. Excuse me, gentlemen.

You know, I was thinking, Duncan McCallum,

Texas billionaire just sitting around

counting his dough,

but there he is working his ass off

for Adam McGuire.

Wow, peace in Northern Ireland, Walker.

Yeah, he's a good man, Trivette,

but he remembers how bad it was over there.

(people applauding, cheering)

Howdy, folks. It's good to see you.

Thanks for coming out.

Now, every now and again,

folks will be asking me, "Duncan,

why are you getting so... wrapped up

in this Irish thing?"

Well, I'll set you straight.

I've seen the destruction over there.

I've seen the internal strife.

I know what the problems are,

because I was born there.

(clicks)

Folks, we're about to witness

history being made.

Five days from now, in our nation's capitol,

a real honest-to-God treaty

between the Catholics and the Protestants,

(British accent): oh, and the good folk of Great Britain,

all sitting down at the same table,

signing their names,

all because of the man I'm about to introduce.

He was a fighter.

Spent most of his life manning the barricades,

and then he changed sides,

from the side of war to the cause of peace.

Ladies and gentlemen of the press,

the next Nobel Peace Prize winner,

Adam McGuire.

(applause)

Thank you very much. Thank you, Duncan.

Lord and begorra,

my name and the Nobel Prize in the same sentence, heh.

(people chuckle)

(camera clicks)

I was at a funeral a few years back.

Nothing unusual about that.

I've attended too many funerals in me life,

but this one, on a cold, wet afternoon,

the day we buried a kind and gentle young lad

named Stephen O'Bannon...

A lad who didn't deserve to die.

I looked around and a shiver went up me spine.

(gun cocks)

All I could see were women,

grandmothers, mothers and daughters without their men.

I was ashamed to be a part of the reason why.

I realized that if we kept it up,

killing each other the way we were,

there wouldn't be any men left to fight.

I'm not willing to wait that long.

(clicks)

(man screams)

WOMAN: Now, get down quick and just go.

MAN 1: Now, go on, down!

MAN 2: Get out of the way!

(people screaming)

(grunts)

(gunshots)

(tires screeching)

(people continue screaming)

(gunshots continue)

( tense theme playing)

Freeze.

(grunts)

(tires screeching)

(grunting)

(groaning)

Yeah, that's a late model black four-by-four.

(people chattering, sobbing)

(groaning)

Malloy. Gavin Malloy.

There'll be no peace, you bloody traitor.

(spits)

May you rot in hell!

( tense 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 ♪

GUARD 1: On the gate.

(men chattering)

They told me you were shot.

I've had worse.

What happened? What went wrong?

What went wrong?

I'll tell you what went wrong, Charlie.

Bloody Texas Ranger, that's what went wrong.

This is terrible. A terrible thing.

Shh.

Get your voice down. Get control of yourself.

How's my son?

He's worried about you. They all are.

You tell him not to worry about me.

There's nothing to worry about.

These cowboys are not gonna break me.

They can't. They're too soft.

This is not the way, Gavin. Not God's way.

Not the way of the Lamb.

Well, you tell that to the bloody Brits,

and while we're on that particular subject,

Father Geary, don't you get any fancy ideas.

Remember the seal of the confessional.

Do you want to offer confession?

(laughs)

I would sooner go

to the nearest Protestant ministry in Belfast

than confess to you, Geary.

Now, you remember what I told you.

Nothing has changed.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(gate opens)

Pray for me, Father.

(gate closes)

Right there. Yeah. There's Ranger Walker.

Excuse me, Ranger Walker?

This way please.

REPORTER 1: Ranger Walker, Ranger Walker,

can we get a comment, please?

Has the IRA taken responsibility?

No comment.

Is the IRA exporting their terrorism

to American soil?

REPORTER 2: Come on, ranger, give us a break.

A real feeding frenzy.

Did the sniper make a statement?

Yeah, he told me where I should go.

Cordell Walker, former Special Forces.

DPS graduate, top of his class.

Texas Ranger, 15 years.

A bullet's too good for him.

The man next to him, James Trivette.

Former professional athlete.

He's been in the service for three years.

Malloy's wife was accidentally killed

by a British sniper.

Gavin Malloy tracks this kid down,

he kills him,

then he kills his entire family.

People are afraid to talk.

We got no leads to the rest of the team.

Malloy had a visitor today,

a Father Charles Geary

from St. Patrick Brendan's Church.

I think I'll go talk to him.

Ah, Alexandra Cahill.

Southern Methodist University graduate.

Assistant district attorney, five years.

Good work, McLane.

Ah, hell, an Irish lass.

What's she doing with the likes of them?

I thought we came here to kill Adam McGuire?

What the hell do these people have to do with that?

It's called homework, Ryan.

They got me dad,

and I'll die before I let him rot in prison.

Now, you shut your mouth.

We'll get him back, Derek.

Oh, boy, the phones are ringing off the hook.

The State Department wants to hold Malloy

for federal terrorism charges,

and the British wanna extradite him

for crimes against the Crown.

It'll be interesting to see who wins.

REPORTER 1: Agent Fisher?

REPORTER 2: Can you tell us something?

I'm not prepared to answer any questions right now.

There'll be a press conference later today.

We'll answer questions then.

This scares me, Walker.

If they get to McGuire, their war starts all over again.

Sort of ironic, ain't it?

The war moves from Belfast to Dallas.

Well, we'll just have to see that it ends here.

(bells ringing)

FATHER CHARLES: I'm sorry, Ranger.

I'd like to help you, but I can't.

Then tell me what you know about Gavin Malloy.

I offered to hear his confession,

that's all.

Did he accept?

That's God's business, not yours.

A lot of innocent people have died, Father,

so it does make it my business.

International terrorists? IRA assassins?

Little out of my league, don't you think?

You tell me, Father.

Tsk, look, there's nothing unusual

about a man asking for a priest,

and a countryman, at that.

I hear confessions all day long.

That is my job,

to absolve people of their sins.

Well, Malloy's team is still out there,

and I've got to find them.

Then I'll pray for your success.

Excuse me.

And that's when I saw you shoot the man with the camera,

and I was running...

And the noise, it was so loud,

and I think I was screaming.

I've never seen someone shot before.

It was so horrible.

(sobbing): And I was so scared.

(sobs)

(sighs)

How was that?

(sighs)

Damn Rangers.

Walker's the key, Derek.

The key to finding and killing Adam McGuire.

I should've been with me dad.

He shouldn't have been there alone.

He carried all the weight.

All we did was... play bloody decoy.

For the love of Ireland, we'll get your father back.

( mellow theme playing)

I promise you.

(people chattering)

I want you to sign it up. Yeah, okay.

Irish-American Courier.

Yes. I've only been here for three years.

I still haven't gotten rid of my accent yet, heh.

I don't have a Southern drawl yet.

Heh, well, I like your accent.

Actually, my grandmother's from Ireland.

Really? What was her maiden name?

Hargrove. Agnes Hargrove.

Eh, miss O'Neill, right?

Tracy O'Neill.

When you, eh, were listening to McGuire,

did you notice anything out of the ordinary?

No. No.

When Adam McGuire speaks,

you don't really hear or see anything else.

How is he? How's he doing?

Uh, he's fine.

I was afraid he'd postpone his meetings here

and go home after what happened.

Tsk, no, I think he's going to stay.

Good.

FISHER: The Brits want him,

but the State Department wants him too,

so we're gonna put Malloy in the federal tank

at Fort Sumner while they fight it out.

The shooting happened on our turf.

We still got a case to crack.

This ain't cattle rustling, Trivette.

Little out of your league.

Excuse me. I'm from Baltimore.

We don't have a hassle here... Excuse me.

It's kind of stupid that we move the guy

until we know what's going on.

WALKER: What's the problem?

Ask Fisher.

Explain something to your partner here, Walker.

This is a federal court order signed by a federal judge

entrusted to yours truly, and what do I expect?

I expect a little cooperation.

You'll get our cooperation, Agent Fisher,

but you should use our help.

FISHER: Hey, maybe we're not Texas Rangers,

but we can take care of business.

Anybody got a pen?

Cross your T's and dot your I's.

Thank you.

Sorry for the interruption.

Is she really FBI?

One of the best.

So you didn't notice anything, Miss O'Neill?

Well, when the shooting started,

I don't remember much of anything...

but then I saw you.

I saw you shoot the man with the camera,

and then... And then I was running,

and the noise, it was so loud... (pants)

and I think I was screaming.

I mean, I never saw someone shot before,

it was horrible.

I was so scared.

You okay?

(chuckles)

Yes, thank you.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

It just feels better talking about it.

I understand.

If I think of anything,

is there a way I can... get in touch with you?

Yeah, sure. Here's my card.

( tense theme playing)

Thank you, Ranger Walker.

TRIVETTE: You know, I'm not so sure

about McGuire hiding out in McCallum's office.

You honestly believe this place is safe now?

WALKER: No place is safe from fanatics.

That's why we can't let anyone know he's here.

(door opens)

Walker, Trivette.

Rangers, I can't thank you enough

for what you did for me.

Why, gentlemen, please, have a seat here.

Now then, what can I do for you?

Can you tell us who's against your peace process?

That's a bit of a general question, Ranger.

We need to find a link to Gavin Malloy, sir.

We need names, Mr. McGuire.

I used to fight along side Gavin Malloy,

and men just like him, but some of us...

Some of us got tired of the killing.

I understand the ones that didn't.

I don't know all their names,

but I do understand them.

Well, give us the names you know.

We started throwing Molotovs

and carrying guns when we were children.

These are hard, angry people,

and when Gavin Malloy lost his wife,

he and his son became

the hardest and angriest of the lot.

Believe me, I understand their rage,

but killing is no way to heal it.

You said his son.

What's his name?

( soft theme playing)

Derek Malloy.

We have to assume he's part of the team.

Yeah. Can you tell us who else might be?

I know you feel like you'd be betraying

some folks you still respect, Adam,

but these boys can help.

( suspenseful theme playing)

(beeps)

RYAN: I don't like this.

I don't like going up against the feds.

They're just suits with guns.

Relax.

You sure they're coming this way?

I did my homework, Ryan.

I don't like it. It doesn't feel right.

Why don't you say what's on your mind, huh?

Never mind. Forget it.

No, go on, Ryan.

Speak your mind.

We're all on the same side here.

Go ahead.

Look, you know I respect your father, Derek, but...

but okay, I've got to say it.

He's over-the-hill.

Making mistakes.

He had all the time in the world

to get his shot off and couldn't.

I could've taken out ten Adam McGuires,

and now we're risking our asses for the old man.

Well, I don't like it.

You finished?

Yeah.

Somebody's got to speak the truth.

(gun cocks)

(grunts)

Right.

(spits)

What do you think you're doing, shooting your own?

You shut your garb.

(cars approaching)

( tense theme playing)

They're coming. Spread out.

WALKER: I thought you were smarter than that.

TRIVETTE: What?

Arguing with a woman. Fisher.

Oh, man.

You know, she won.

TRIVETTE: She didn't win.

WALKER: Yes, she did.

(beeps)

(grunts)

(Fisher groans, screams)

Oh. Damn.

(grunting)

Oh, my God.

FISHER: Mayday.

Mayday.

Mayday.

Mayday, Unit 6. We're under attack.

Sumner Road and Travis Junction.

That's Fisher.

How far is that from here?

About eight miles.

(grunts)

(moaning)

( tense theme playing)

You bitch.

(gun cocks)

( sorrowful theme playing)

(sirens approaching)

CHILDREN: ♪ Ave Maria ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria, gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria, gratia plena ♪

♪ Ave, ave dominus ♪

♪ Dominus tecum ♪

♪ Benedicta... ♪

I don't know if you know anything or not, Father,

but I want you to take a look at these.

That is Special Agent Fisher.

She didn't get a priest, Father.

She didn't get her last rites.

Now, do you know where Gavin Malloy is?

Even if I did, I couldn't break my vow.

How many innocent people have to die

because of that vow?

What am I to do?

You'll have to look into your heart

for that answer, Father.

♪ Ave Maria ♪

( tense theme playing)

Lab's been working all night.

No prints, no trace, no nothing.

(sighs)

The State Department is up in arms,

and the British are threatening

to suspend the peace talks until this is cleared up.

WALKER: There's got to be a lead somewhere.

Trivette.

They're probably halfway home by now.

The Malloys came over to kill McGuire.

They're not gonna leave until they do.

We got trouble, man.

McGuire's on his way to a protocol meeting

with the British attaché.

I thought he called that off.

Called it back on.

Man's not following the rules, Walker.

( tense theme playing)

They are coming in.

I got 'em.

(tires screech)

Damn Walker.

Patience.

Patience.

Walker, what are you doing here?

I thought we had an agreement.

If I go into custody, they win.

If you're dead, they win.

I'm sorry.

McGuire.

(grunts)

We missed.

Come on, let's go.

( dramatic theme playing)

(laughing)

You can get off me now, pilgrim.

WALKER: I don't know what's so funny.

You almost got your head blown off.

I've been shot at before in the head.

You're not supposed to be here.

McGUIRE: The press will have a grand day with this.

Great spot on the evening news.

Hardly worth your life, McGuire.

Look, Walker, somewhere, somehow, someplace,

a bullet's going to find me.

And when it does it'll be another man or woman

who will take my place.

You can't kill peace. You can only delay it.

Let's get on with it.

Trivette.

(bells ringing)

There you go, Dad.

Thank you, my dear heart.

Why don't you stay here?

Let us take care of McGuire.

Never.

I won't rest until Adam McGuire is dead.

Who-oh... D-Derek,

I'm gonna be fine.

I mean that, son.

I promise you.

We shot Ryan.

We shouldn't have shot Ryan.

Since when does having a big mouth

sign your death contract?

You... look at me.

Now, you keep your place, boy-oh.

DEREK: You remember where you came from.

Remember your roots.

Oh, I do remember 'em... (door opens)

I just wanna go home.

We'll all be home soon enough.

This has got to stop.

In God's name, it just can't go on.

(laughs)

You're getting soft, Father.

Leading the good life here in...

(Southern accent): Dallas, Texas, hm?

McGuire wants the killing to stop.

What is so terrible about that?

Ff...

Adam McGuire... wants the killing to stop, does he?

Well, then let him stop killing our soul, Father.

Let the great Adam McGuire stop destroying our spirit

with his peace of the damned,

and let all the sheep that flock together

to sign this devil's pact

with the bloody Brits be blown off a bloody cliff.

We'll have no part of it.

May God forgive you.

Your mother is doing very well, Charlie.

She asks about you.

( tense theme playing)

Now, if you want to see your mum again in life,

you will remember your roots

and you will see this thing through to the end.

And if it's not for your love of Ireland,

think of it as your own personal cause... Father.

(rings)

Walker.

RECEPTIONIST: There's a call from McGuire on Line 1.

Put him on.

I've got a couple of names for you.

Terry McLane, systems man.

He might've hooked up with the Malloys

in the past few months.

The other name... is Jack Childers.

He's the son of a close friend.

Ranger, he's just a lad.

If he's with them, I'd appreciate it

if you could do whatever you can to keep him alive.

I'll do what I can.

I thank you.

Bye.

Trivette? Yeah?

I've got a couple of names here.

Put faces to them, will you?

(rings)

Walker.

RECEPTIONIST: I've got Tracy O'Neill on Line 2.

Put her on.

JANE: I've been talking to some of my friends

in the Irish community, and, well...

they had some pretty interesting things to say

about the whole terrorist situation.

I'd love to talk to you about it.

Sure. Go ahead.

Oh, heh, well...

actually, I was planning on ordering some Chinese,

and... well, I live alone,

and, well, usually a lot of it goes to waste.

Is that an invitation?

Only if you call me Tracy.

How about 8?

I'll see you at 8:00, Tracy.

(chuckling): Great, great.

I'm at... 5801...

Silvercrest, apartment C.

I'll be there.

What's up?

(sighs)

Maybe nothing,

and then on the other hand, maybe something.

( suspenseful theme playing)

He went for it.

Hm... heh... How could he resist? Hm?

Jane... you best be careful.

I'd sleep with Satan for Ireland.

There's a split in the community

when it comes to the peace process.

Some of them believe that peace

without victory is like defeat,

like spitting on the graves

of the loved ones who've died.

And other people think that Adam McGuire's a saint.

And what do you think?

(chuckling): Oh, I...

I think if I could learn

how to eat with chopsticks...

Here, let me show you.

Yeah...

The first one goes between the thumb

and the forefinger there.

This one goes right there.

It's just like holding a pencil, like this.

Like this?

( mellow theme playing)

( suspenseful theme playing)

Looking for this?

Bastard.

How did you know?

Your performance was a little weak.

You're under arrest. Let's go.

Kill him!

( dramatic theme playing)

WALKER: No, no, Trivette, I said full lips.

(keyboard clicking)

(computer beeps)

Ah, that's better.

Make her nose smaller.

(beeps)

WALKER: That's it. That's her.

Holy buckets, what a looker.

And you were doing what

when she went for the knife?

I was doing my duty, Trivette.

(phone rings)

Yeah, Trivette.

RECEPTIONIST: Call for Walker.

He's right here.

Hello.

Walker.

Ranger, I've got to see you right away.

God help my mother,

but I can't hide the Malloys any longer.

He's talking to the Ranger.

Too bad.

Listen to this.

McGUIRE: Ranger, he's just a lad.

If he's with them,

I'd appreciate it if you could do

whatever you can to keep him alive.

WALKER: I'll do what I can...

That call came from McCallum's office.

We got him.

Where we going?

St. Patrick Brendan's Church.

( suspenseful theme playing)

Father Geary?

He's dead.

(gun cocks)

He said he couldn't hide the Malloys anymore.

Check around.

(clicks)

Walker, there's a basement.

(door screeches)

Left in a hurry.

They know where McGuire is.

( dramatic theme playing)

This will be the most difficult point

for the British to concede.

Oh, I agree, Adam.

Now, what about this item number seven?

( suspenseful theme playing)

(alarm beeping)

They're here.

It's dead.

There's nothing but fuzz.

They're jamming. Any weapons here?

I'm Irish.

Right here in the top drawer.

( dramatic theme playing)

(cocks)

Chief.

(approaching steps)

(panting): There's no response from the front gate, sir.

I've sent men to check the generators.

All right, well, give me your pistol

and go see what's going on.

Yes, sir.

(cocks)

We've got to get out of your office.

It's a dead end.

(sighs)

All right, follow me.

(screams)

(grunting)

(screams)

(screaming)

(grunting)

(pants)

McLane, cover the stairs.

(tires screeching)

(car door closes)

(approaching steps)

All the power's out.

(distant gunshots)

Up the stairs.

(panting)

Go.

(whispering): This way.

(panting)

(grunts)

This way, uh?

Childers, go help McLane, and find McGuire.

Right.

TRIVETTE: Go.

Now, go.

(panting)

(grunts)

(grunts)

It's the kid. Find McGuire.

( tense theme playing)

(suspenseful theme playing)

Hey.

(both grunt)

(grunts)

(screams)

(grunts)

(both grunt)

(groans)

(both grunting)

(moans)

(yells)

Ya-ah.

Ya-ah!

(grunts)

(both grunt)

Hay!

(screaming)

(groans)

Hey.

McGUIRE: Malloy.

(panting)

McGuire... we were once on the same side.

But killing isn't the answer.

Ah, yeah...

But killing you is.

(grunts)

(sobs)

(sobs)

(groaning, moaning)

( soft theme playing)

(whispers): Jesus.

(sighs)

(both sigh)

Sorry, old friend.

JANE: Malloy!

(pants)

(panting)

Fire up!

(grunts)

Texas Rangers. Freeze.

Come on, let's go.

(Jane groans)

(both panting)

(Jane groaning)

(grunts)

(pants)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

POLICEMAN 1: Lets go!

POLICEMAN 2: Move! Let's just get inside.

Be careful.

POLICEMAN 3: Go, men, go.

POLICEMAN 4: Lock and load.

(panting)

(grunts)

( tense theme playing)

Jane, Derek, give it up.

There's no way out.

Derek...

your father's dead.

Huh?

["BANKS OF THE LEE" PLAYING]

No more killing.

Dead?

Me dad's dead?

W... (panting)

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

No!

All we ever wanted was to make things better.

Yeah.

He died for his cause.

You don't have to.

I love you, Derek Malloy.

(sobs)

♪ When true lovers meet ♪

♪ Beneath... ♪

Let's go home.

♪ ...the green bower ♪

♪ When true lovers meet down ♪

♪ Beneath the green tree ♪

♪ And Mary, fond Mary ♪

♪ She says onto her true love ♪

♪ "You have stolen My young heart ♪

♪ On the Banks of the Lee" ♪

Let's do it.

♪ I loved her very dearly ♪

♪ Most truly and sincerely ♪

♪ But we were forever... ♪

(mouths): No.

♪ ...parting ♪

♪ By the Banks of the Lee ♪

(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 ♪