Remo Williams: The Adventure Begins Page #5

you sons of b*tches.

You're not your average sons of b*tches.

Try that, you mother.

- What happened?

- Man, I blew it.

Don't worry about it.

I think I got what we need here. Come on.

Grab that dozer over there.

Move it!

Jump!

Get this to Smith.

He won't be with us for much longer.

Has he talked yet?

Get Stone.

HARP...

the so-called cornerstone of defense

for this nation, for the next decade.

What about it?

What about it?

There is none. It doesn't exist.

But I saw the damn thing.

It blew up in my face!

I know.

But what you saw was a fake,

it was window-dressing, a pipe dream.

It doesn't exist.

And before you got close enough

to figure it out...

Self-destruct.

Blew our only hard piece of evidence

right out of court.

I'll bet this guy is filing

for his fire-insurance claims right now.

I've got to take my hat off to this Mr. Grove.

He'll get his appropriations

for HARP-2 and HARP-3, and in six months...

nobody will even ask him

what happened to HARP-1.

And you think it's funny?

Mac gives his life to get you that stuff

so you could nail the bastard...

and you tell me he's gonna get away with it,

that we can't stop him?

You can stop him, son.

Just tell me where he is.

Mount Promise.

But it's got to look

like one of Chiun's perfect accidents.

It'll be my pleasure.

Major. Nice to see you again.

I feel I owe you an apology.

I get hot under the collar when someone

tells me how to run my business.

But you're just doing your job.

And pretty darn well, by the looks of it.

The important thing is

that we're working for the same side, right?

Yes. And speaking of work,

I still have a lot to do before this afternoon.

Carry on, Major.

Actually, General, there was one point

I wanted to clear up with the Major.

What have you got there, George?

Just a small matter of national security.

Who are you working for?

Let me explain something to you, Mr. Grove.

A:
I don't like being spied on.

B:
You have no right to make accusations

that you cannot prove.

And C:
I don't know who these men are

or who they work for.

So if you'll excuse me, General,

I have things to attend to.

Hi.

Remember me?

Yes.

I remember you, all right.

You just set my career back about a decade.

I'm supposed to be your accomplice.

Who the hell are you?

I could march you into that building

and clear this up.

You could but you won't.

Who are you to give me orders?

Army Intelligence?

You are Army Intelligence, aren't you?

It's the AR-60, isn't it?

No wonder I've been having so much trouble

getting information.

We've been working on the same thing.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know your name or your rank.

Do I salute you?

You salute me.

Major Fleming.

Hi, I'm Jim Wilson. Grove Industries.

General Watson asked me to contact you.

He tells me you have some concern

about our AR-60s.

Damn right. It's about time

somebody took this problem seriously.

That's what I'm here for, ma'am.

I've got one set up down on C Range.

- I can run you down there if you like.

- I'd appreciate that, Mr. Wilson. Let's go.

What are you waiting for, soldier?

A presidential invitation?

The only thing our guys at Baton Rogue

could figure out...

was that the retaining ring

hadn't been bolted down correctly.

It doesn't click on like a bayonet joint.

If some dumb dogface

doesn't follow specs...

and tries to force it, it'll malfunction.

Malfunction? When a piece of metal

blows someone's head off...

that isn't malfunction,

it's defective manufacture.

It means that your company

allowed a design error to creep in.

Did you run the 310 test on them

as well as the 480 sequence?

No. I think we're going to find blowback.

- Blowback?

- Precisely.

If that retaining ring is misaligned,

a bullet could conceivably jam in the barrel.

At 20 rounds a second on full automatic,

the results naturally would be catastrophic.

Catastrophic is not the word.

I must tell you that the Army

has long suspected Grove Industries of...

What the hell is going on?

Give it five minutes.

Don't forget to unlock the safety catches.

It's got to look like a nice little accident.

That's for my friends at the Statue.

This one's for me.

So listen to this, George. Lymon four-puts.

Four-puts, mind you.

I thought he'd have a stroke.

And I'd have claimed it if he had.

I'm afraid there's been a serious incident

at the gas testing area.

Fatal, I'm afraid.

- That's terrible.

- What happened?

One of your assistants, Mr. Grove.

The first thing I'm gonna do is file a 1611.

And if that doesn't work

I'm gonna nail them with a 1098.

Who were those bastards, anyway?

That guy Wilson...

he's gonna wish he'd never been born

after I finish with him.

What the hell did he think he was doing?

Thank you.

By the way...

I guess I should also thank you

for getting me out of there.

I remember passing out, and then...

I think we'd better keep moving.

That's not the way, that's west.

The camp is up there.

I know. That's why we're going this way.

Come on.

I got to report this to General Watson.

Those people tried to kill us.

- Major Fleming...

- Rayner.

I hate to pull rank on you,

but I want Grove Industries as bad as you.

Okay, let's do it my way. Neat and tidy.

All wrapped up in one package.

How does that sound?

Sounds good to me, sir.

Gentlemen...

as of now this base is on Alpha-1 alert.

This is not an exercise.

I repeat, this is not an exercise.

Military secrets have been stolen.

A man has been killed

and Major Fleming reported as missing.

Our infrared heat sensors

indicate two targets...

moving west

toward the perimeter of the camp.

They must be intercepted and detained.

Sir, if there's resistance, do we return fire?

The security of the United States

is at risk, Captain. What do you think?

Gentlemen, you have your orders.

Haven't eaten this good in weeks.

- How're you feeling?

- Fine.

- You sure?

- Sure.

I'm going to be down at the lake.

You are deaf!

I have been stomping around here

for 10 minutes...

while you talk nonsense with this...

woman.

Pleasure to meet you, too.

Even worse...

you and the woman

gorge yourself on sweets.

Excuse me, but I do have a name.

Women should stay home and make babies.

Preferably man-child.

I see you both went

to the same charm school.

He always talks like that. He's Korean.

I see. And that explains

why he lives in a forest.

No. Actually he's here for a special purpose.

To kill me.

Not so.

I'm here to see that you do not bring shame

to the House of Sinanju.

And if I do, then you kill me.

That I would do reluctantly,

because you have been a good pupil...

- for a white man.

- I see.

So that makes everything okay, doesn't it?

You are very skinny.

Why don't you try tightening

the pinion nut first?

Because if I do that, I won't be able

to line up the splines, dummy.

Sure don't make them like they used to.

I'll tell Lee lacocca you said that.

Damn, Harold. What did you do?

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