Avenging Force Page #2

Hey.

I know there's nothing I can say,

but I want you to know,

if you need me, I'm here, OK?

I know. I know.

- (man) Matt Hunter, please.

- (woman) Yes, Mr Hunter's over there.

Good evening, sir. TC Cooper.

I was told to report to you.

Take us to the Richards' house.

- Cooper.

- Yes, sir.

- Clean it up.

- Yes, sir.

Bastards.

- (rings)

- Hello.

Admiral, it's for you, sir. Matt Hunter.

- Matthew, that you?

- Yeah, it's me.

I hoped you'd be calling in.

How's Larry holding up?

How do you think he's holding up?

Remember the old safe house

downtown New Orleans?

See you there in two hours.

Find out all you can

about a group called Pentangle.

Yeah, sure.

Do me a favour

and fix the guys some coffee.

Sure, Matt.

- Cooper, are you working?

- Yes, sir.

Come here, Sarah. Look,

I got to go off for a little while, OK?

Grandpa will look after you.

- Will you be back by morning?

- Yeah, I'll be back by morning.

Can I have a kiss?

Don't worry. Go in.

- (rings)

- Yeah?

- (man) It's Hunter.

- OK. Send him in.

Hunter is here.

Hiya, Matt. Good to see you, son.

What a lousy business this is.

You know General Al Wyatt,

Counter-intelligence.

Charlie Kray, FBI.

Gentlemen, Captain Matt Hunter.

Despite his youth,

one of the best agents I ever had.

Why was Larry running around without

any secrets for his protection?

He refused it. We warned him

of the danger 100 times.

- What about Pentangle?

- Sit down.

Excuse me, Charlie.

It's some kind of secret society

with extreme right-wing views.

Survival of the fittest, that kind of stuff.

Their symbol is a five-pointed star,

a pentangle.

We believe that each point of the star

represents a member

of the society's inner sanctum.

- We've been after them for years.

- How do they operate?

Buried deep inside big business

disguised as honest traders.

But they're into every dirty

business in the book. You name it.

- Anything to raise money.

- What do they have against Larry?

A couple of years ago,

a Pentangle corporation

tried to grab 10,000 acres of public

parkland to build a chemical factory.

- Larry stopped them.

- We don't have a clue who they are.

Could be any number

of off-shore corporations

hiding behind battalions

of top-class lawyers.

We're pretty certain that the five key

members are high-profile businessmen

with top-level connections in Washington.

- There must be a way to flush 'em out.

- There is.

- They have a weakness.

- Oh, yeah, what's that?

- They have a hunting club.

- A what?

A hunting club.

Except they don't hunt animals.

- They hunt men.

- How do you know that?

Because we've found dozens

of mangled bodies in the bayous.

All of them branded

with the sign of the pentangle.

So, Pentangle put all these guys in the

bayous just so they can hunt 'em down?

Exactly. You see, in order to be a member

you have to pit your skills against the

toughest, most resilient men available.

If we could put an agent in there who

could beat them at their own game...

- No way.

- I only want you to identify Pentangle.

- The Agency'd do the dirty work.

- I can't risk it.

You're the only man who can pull it off.

My mind is made up.

All I can do is protect Larry's family.

Move 'em to a ranch with a guard.

Take care of them till things cool down.

That's it.

All right, Matthew. Thank you.

(man) Well, it's a mess, boys.

The first time our organisation

has failed in its purpose.

And you are directly to blame, Parker.

That's crazy, Elliot. I assigned our

best men. It should've been simple.

Andrew, everybody

makes mistakes. It's all right.

This idiot jumps out of the crowd

and fouled up the whole thing.

Idiot? That idiot killed

four of our best men, Parker.

Let's have a look.

- Is this him?

- Yes, Elliot.

- He in government, Wade?

- No, he seems too young.

(Wade) I just think he's a friend

of that Negro boy's.

- Looks like a pro to me.

- (Wade) Oh, yeah, he's a pro.

Absolutely no question.

I'll tell you, we ought to put the

son of a b*tch in the forest and hunt him.

No, we got to kill him quickly. Just in case

anyone thinks we're losing our touch.

That goes for Sambo while

you're about it. Got that, Parker?

Yes, Elliot.

Gentlemen, to Parker.

Andrew.

(man over Tannoy) No 437 X-ray

now ready to take off from pad no 2.

OK, it's all set. Please follow me.

The helicopter's right outside.

All personnel clear the area, pad no. 2.

(bell)

Yes? It's for you, Mr Richards.

I got it.

I'll be right back, honey.

Come on, this is private. Let's go.

Mr Richards is unavailable at the moment.

May I ask who's calling?

This is John Motsey, Television 11.

We'd like to know if Mr Richards would

appear on the news magazine tonight.

To discuss the recent tragic events.

- I'm sorry. He's unavailable.

- Say yes.

This is Richards. I'd be glad

to appear on your show. What time?

Be at the studio at five o'clock.

Someone will meet you at the gate

to see you through the formalities.

I'll be there.

- You know it's a trap.

- Of course I know.

Let it go. Let the Service take care of it.

Admiral Brown's taken personal charge.

They killed my son.

I've got to take care of this myself.

There's nothing I can do

or say to change your mind?

You know that.

Let's go.

- Start her up.

- I can't leave you guys here.

Take the kids. We'll see you tomorrow.

- I must do what I've been told.

- It's an order. An order.

Let's go.

- You got a piece anywhere?

- Not on me. What about you?

- Threw them all away.

- So, what are we gonna do?

- What we always do.

- Improvise.

Stay straight through the next two corners,

then make a left.

Make a right over here.

This is the spot.

- (Matt) This is it.

- Let them make the first move.

Hold on.

- Get 'em!

- Hold on.

Get going! Come on!

(horn blares)

(klaxon honks)

- Jesus Christ, where are they?

- I don't know.

Goddamn it, it's my ass! Find 'em!

Holy Jesus!

- What's the next move?

- Follow me.

(Parker) Come on, let's go! Come on!

Let's go! Get up there!

Let's do it.

(Parker) Come on!

Come on, move it! Come on!

(Parker) Come on!

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Come on! Go! Go on, get down there!

Come on! Let's go!

(Parker) All right, Charlie, come on.

Get that n*gger over there.

Cover up there. Get over there.

Go on, you guys, cover over there.

Get out of the way. Stay here.

Got that shithead now.

Hey!

(Parker) Charlie! You stay here on the door.

I'm going to the porthole.

Cover me.

Come on. Come on.

Psst!

(yells)

(yells)

Hey, Matt!

(yells)

- How's it feel?

- It's OK. It's only the arm. You?

- Good.

- Hey, behind you.

(gunshots)

You tell your little buddies

at Pentangle to lay off Richards.

Or they'll be biting off

more than they can chew.

Hey, bubba,

we'll be back for you,

and your Negro friend too.

(gunshots)

Matt, you don't have to get involved

in this, partner. This is my fight.

Your fight's my fight,

you just remember that.

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