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we'll get on with the search.

We've got quite a sophisticated

little listening post set up inside.

We'll find your man.

That brings us to another question.

How do you want him delivered?

I see.

Hey, brother.

Hey, brother.

Whatever's on this disk

is what Hugh died for.

These are the pressure readings

from Aegis-1.

The whole goddamned platform is

a time bomb.

As soon as that thing gets on-line,

it's gonna blow.

It just won't take the pressure.

But what doesn't make sense to me...

is these other wells.

You see these high levels

of benzine and toluene?

They're five, ten times

what they should be.

Deep-well injection.

That's what I think.

What?

They'll play a well out for all it's got.

Then they take the deadly toxins

they have from everywhere else...

they'll reverse the pumps,

blow it back in there, top it off with crude.

Or they'll broker the space

to another company.

Clever.

This is just one of the many little activities

that Jennings uses to...

finance Aegis-1 and the rest

of his dog-sh*t empire.

It's like I always say...

we gotta blow it...

and we gotta blow it now.

Blowing up Aegis-1 is not the answer.

There are enough dead bodies.

Let's leave it to the authorities.

I know the press. Let's contact the press.

Haven't you learned anything

from my father?

What do you want me to learn, Masu?

Do you really think that this hocus-pocus

spirit stuff is gonna help us now?

What do you think, an angel will

miraculously come down out of the sky...

and stop, say 350 billion tons of oil

from being spilled...

into our oceans every year?

Maybe a ghost will stop all the cars

from using gasoline.

Maybe somehow...

some spirit will trip the big switch...

and the technology that's been

repressed for the last 70 years...

will suddenly be ours and it'll be

a better place to live, a beautiful place.

Maybe I should send my spirit guide over

to Aegis-1 and stop it from going on-line...

so that Jennings can't f*** you

and your people...

out of your land

and your way of life forever.

See, I loved the spirit world

and your father.

But it doesn't matter right now.

What really matters is the cold,

hard reality of this world.

That's what we've gotta deal with.

I didn't want to resort to violence.

I don't have a choice and I'm not taking

any chances this time...

because I can't.

I'll go into the mountains

over the back ridge.

I don't think anybody will be able

to follow us up there by horseback.

Give me this FX shotgun

with all the magazines and ammo you got.

Give me one M-14...

a couple of 45s and the SSG.

And I think that'll do it.

You ride good?

Of course. I'm a Native American.

Are you aware that you don't have

one shred of information...

on this renegade prior to his coming

to work for Aegis Oil?

Yes, we are aware. So what?

So what was he doing?

What's his military record?

Where in the hell did he receive

his EOD training at?

We couldn't access that information

at the time.

And now we don't feel

it's germane to his capture.

What do you got on the screen?

Nothing yet, sir.

Our man in DC finds nothing

on this guy before 1987.

Which means either he was born

fully grown...

or his background is so secret...

it doesn't even flag "top-secret"

when you run hisjacket.

That's beautiful.

What is it?

What's that supposed to mean?

If I had a guess,

I'd say it means he's Company.

Forrest Taft has been in the CIA?

I don't think so.

CIA. NSA, maybe.

DOD?

Whatever he is, he's a damn problem.

Oh, my God.

I stocked this place up

a couple of years ago.

Just in case.

In case of what?

In case you declare war

on some small country?

Yeah.

What are you doing?

This is a com unit.

I know they're coming to look for me.

And if I keep a signal...

they'll be able to find me...

and that's just what I want.

Bingo. I've got something.

Six-two degrees...

nine minutes by 148 degrees even.

I know that country. A chopper's not going

to do us much good.

We need to get in there on horseback.

Get on the radio, Spinks.

Get us some horses up there.

Let's take the chopper back up

and spot him. We'll flush him out.

If this rig isn't on-line...

MacGruder on 2.

I'm listening.

Sir, we found something. We're now

in the areajust north of Taft's cabin.

C-4.

Get this up to the horses

as fast as you can and stay out of sight.

Let's get out of here.

There he is.

We've got him now. Let's go.

Hold it up.

Looks like he kept to the trail

after he set it.

You had me spooked on the chopper

for a second.

I thought this guy was gonna be good.

A Cub Scout could've found that.

You'd better watch it.

Talk like that'll get you killed.

F*** you.

Hold it up!

Wait a minute!

Son of a b*tch, cease fire!

What the hell are you doing?

Hold your fire!

Cease fire, damn it!

There's nothing there.

What the hell are you shooting at?

- Put it away!

- I put it away!

Let's go!

Come on.

This guy's good.

At least we know where in the hell

he's going to now, don't we, Mac?

Damn right.

Aegis-1.

The only way we can get to the rig

is through the refinery.

It doesn't look like anyone is expecting us.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Stay out of sight.

I'm gonna go blow the generator.

I got something!

How much time, Mr. Harold?

Should be on-line in three,

three and a half hours.

Sir, this is John Stokes.

He's the special agent in charge

of the FBI Anti-Terrorist Unit.

We now believe that this maniac Taft

is on his way here...

and poses a genuine terrorist threat.

We're in position.

Thank you, Mr. Stokes.

I'll be back. I gotta take a piss.

I thought you wanted us to kill

this motherf***er.

How are we supposed to shoot him

with all these cops here?

I don't think so.

It's essential we have the FBI here

to cover ourselves legally...

and it will help with the press.

They'll take the fall

for anything that happens.

Don't worry about the FBl. They couldn't

find a hooker in a whorehouse.

This guy'd have to be

out of his mind to try to get in here now.

Then we should count on that.

Forrest Taft is the patron saint

of the impossible.

If you'd done your job

as you were supposed to...

it wouldn't have come to this!

I pay you people a hell of a lot of money

to avoid situations like this.

And the one time sh*t happens,

you pricks let everything go out of control!

Get out of here. This place's gonna blow!

What's the matter? What's happening?

Emergency generators!

- Security cameras are out.

- We're losing power! Computers are out.

- We have to reboot.

- How long will that take?

Four, five minutes, tops.

He's back.

Who are you calling?

I'm just gonna reach out

and touch somebody.

What the hell was that?

Taft! You son of a b*tch!

Goddamn it!

It's Tooley. What's up?

This sh*t's poison!

We have to get the f*** out of here!

Come with me.

Come with me.

Go, go, go...!

Let's go!

We got an unstable condition here!

Get your goddamn people out of here!

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