Shipping.
- McQuade, Texas Ranger, El Paso.
I'm calling to verify that shipment
number... 5501 left Fort Nelson yesterday.
Yes, sir, it certainly did.
- What were the contents of those trucks?
- Sir, I'm not at liberty to say.
- Who is?
- Colonel McNeil, sir.
- Would you connect me, please?
- Yes, sir.
(knock at door)
- Colonel McNeil's office.
- Could I speak to the colonel?
- He isn't in today.
- When do you expect him?
- I haven't the faintest idea.
- Where is he?
- I don't know.
- Lady, what the hell do you know?
I only work for the colonel.
I don't sleep with him.
You won't get anywhere that way, Ranger.
Follow me.
- What the hell are you doing?
- Accessing into Aristotle.
- Who?
- The military central computer.
You see, I borrowed the codes
from the Texas Criminal Info Center.
- Shit.
- If you get it figured out, kid, let me know.
Wait, Ranger, I'm in. I got it.
I got it.
They got a shitload of guns. Oh, man.
- Look at that.
- Holy shit.
- Good job, kid. Really a good job.
- Thanks, Ranger.
(McQuade) Here's our little Judas goat.
- What's his connection?
- His name's Snow.
Hustler, dealer, pimp, you name it.
There isn't any dirt
he doesn't have his hands in.
What do you say
we pay him a visit, Ranger?
Let's go.
- You gonna park?
- Hang on.
What?
You're learning, kid.
I see I got a lot more to learn.
Come on, kid.
Son of a bitch.
Whoops.
Senora?
Dondй fue el hombre que pasу ahorita?
Gracias.
- Remember me, Snow?
- J-Jesus!
Watch it!
Round the front.
Muchas gracias.
Goddammit! Shit!
Don't!
- No! No!
- Come on!
(Snow moans and whimpers)
Come on.
- Take him.
- I'll call the fire department.
Later. I need to talk to him
before I let the feds have him.
You're gettin' more slippery all the time,
ain't you?
Come on. How many times
have I busted you, you son of a bitch?
- Argh! It hurts my hand!
- Yeah, it does, don't it?
(Snow) You son of a bitch!
Can I borrow that contraption?
Sure.
What are you gonna do?
Stop! Wait!
(Dakota) Got something to say, pissant?
I know who you want.
It's the Mexican Mafia man, Falcon.
Emilio Falcon?
They're heistin' guns everywhere.
All they can get.
What are they gonna do
with all that hardware?
I said, what are they gonna do
with all that hardware?
Shit! They fly 'em off to Mexico,
to Central America, to terrorists and stuff!
All over the place.
I don't know.
They're gonna kill my son, man!
Goddammit!
Please? Please?
Please, man. Let me go, goddammit.
You stay right there, boy.
Don't you even breathe fast.
Thanks. I figured you'd bring him around.
It has been my pleasure, JJ.
Hang onto him till I get back.
I'm gonna clean up
and pay a little visit to Senor Falcon.
- What about me, Ranger?
- Hold down the fort... partner.
Bueno.
Let's go have
another little talk with our guest.
(Snow) What you gonna do? What you
gonna do, man? I'm not scared of you.
(singing)
What the hell...?
Damn!
(singing and sound of vacuum cleaner)
(she sings loudly)
- What the hell are you doing?
- Oh, hi.
- I just thought I'd clean up a bit.
- Lady, if I want a maid, I'll hire one.
Jim, you're a hopeless slob.
Let me have my cord.
What's this?
Vitamins.
Where's my beer?
In the garbage.
Can't you see you're killing yourself?
Lady...
if I want to kill myself,
it's my own business.
Fine. That's just fine.
Adios.
(door slams)
Shit.
Hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute, wait a minute.
Look, uh...
I, uh... I didn't mean to be such a...
What I mean is...
Lola, I...
I'm sorry.
You know, you could use some
improvement. You really could.
Yeah, I know.
(she sobs)
Hey! I'm not the trash.
OK, you're asking for it.
OK. Here.
- Sorry. This is by invitation only.
- This is my invitation.
Hey.
So, the lone wolf