Season of the Hunted Page #3

possibly for carrying prisoners.

We'll try to confirm that.

Information is sketchy.

Rescue crews are still here,

with FBI agents and technicians.

We're getting no comment

from the FBI agents...

What happened? He's loose.

Hello, Irene. Ohhh, Aaron.

You scared me.

It's good to see ya.

I'm not listening to you.

Everything you said was a lie.

I've never lied to you. Where've

you been the last six months?

Working for the government.

That's a lie.

A damn lie. Get out of here. I don't

want to see you again. Aaron?

Aaron, you're back!

Hey, Loretta. Hup...!

It's so good to see you. I miss you

so much. Where have you been?

Loretta, go do your homework.

Can I visit with Aaron some more?

Later.

Will you stay for dinner, Aaron?

Go do your homework.

You can't just step back into

our lives, Aaron. I understand.

I don't even know

what you do for a living.

Did you look in my locker?

How could I do that?

You have four locks on the thing.

What track is that?

A squirrel.

That's right. Where's the next one?

Erm...

Bring it down. Where's the next?

I can't tell.

Hold it flat.

See? Every nine inches.

That's the gallop pattern.

Every nine inches.

Oh, yeah. I see.

What's this one?

That's a raccoon.

How come you never see him?

Well, they hide.

To survive.

Men don't respect animals any more.

They run 'em down or kill 'em

any chance they get.

I think that's sad.

RUSTLING, SHE GASPS

That's only Kitty. Here, Kitty.

No, don't bother him now. Why?

He's hunting, too.

(Does he know we're here?)

Oh, he knows.

How?

He can sense it.

She's so happy to see you.

Sit down.

What's this?

You've gotta leave.

You gotta get out of Portland.

What do you mean?

You're in danger, Irene. Why?

You and Loretta. They'll come

and burn this house down.

What are you talking about, Aaron?

RADIO:
"We've got a visual.

"Copy that. Stand by for intercept."

Right, sweetie. Wait for me

at school. I'll pick you up, OK?

Right. Is everything OK, Mommy?

Everything's fine.

OK. I love you.

See you later, alligator.

"She's approaching. Intercept at

six o'clock. Roger. We got her."

Irene Kravitz? Agent Durrell.

That your little girl?

Loretta, is it?

That's right.

We'd like to talk to you.

About what? Just routine, but

it'd be easier to talk inside.

If you make us come back

with a warrant, it won't be routine.

Going somewhere, Mrs Kravitz?

Nah, I'm just cleaning stuff up.

Trying to get organised.

We're looking for a man

named Aaron Hallam.

Have you seen him?

Not for a few months.

But you know him? Is this about

his government work?

When was the last time you saw him?

I don't know. A few months ago he...

sort of took off.

That's the way he is.

Is he here, Irene?

What's this about?

What's Aaron done?

Have a seat, Irene.

Nobody said he's done anything.

FBI wouldn't call if he hadn't.

When did you and Aaron meet?

Eight months ago. He stayed here

a while then just took off.

He tell you where he was going?

Ms Kravitz, is he still here?

I said I ain't seen him in months.

How many times do I have to say it?

Excuse me, where are you going?

Irene.

You aren't doing him any good.

Nor your daughter. What do you know

about my daughter?!

VOICES CONTINUE:

You want someone here, I know. But

think of her safety. Ask yourself,

is he a guy you want around

your daughter? What has he done?

We just want to talk to him.

Did he kill somebody?

Come in.

SIGHS:
You care about

these people here, Aaron?

You're gonna get 'em hurt.

You here to sweep me, LT?

I don't do that.

How do I know that?

They are coming for you.

They've been coming for me

for a long time, LT.

You have to answer

for what you've done.

I have to live with what I've done.

You can say whatever you want.

I don't trust you, LT.

If you cross this line...

..you'd better be ready to kill me.

GUN C*CKS

Don't move.

Hands on your head.

Get on the floor.

I said get on the floor! Now!

Get down!

GUNSHOTS:

SIRENS WAIL:

TYRES SCREECH:

RADIOS AND SHOUTING

Move!

Block the sidewalk...!

SHOUTS AND SCREAMS

SIGHS:
That's a silver star.

That is a sketch

that I made for a knife.

It's addressed to you.

"LT, those guys you...

trained to come and kill me,

"they're not soldiers,

they're...robots."

SIREN WAILS:

Positive ID at the Riverfront

Construction site. Heading there.

'Over."' Ten-nine that location.

Agent in charge, Van Zandt,

Agent Moret. The site foreman.

He pulled up by that tunnel.

How many men down there?

Maybe three dozen.

Get an exact count. And plans.

This is an overview.

Four major sections there.

Probably in the red section, tunnels

About 12 blocks, into downtown.

Cover the red section, Ted.

Show me the rest.

He went in here. There's three more

entrances. Block 'em off.

KLAXON, SHOUTING VOICES

RUMBLING:

I got it...

MUFFLED RADIOS:

FBI! Step away from the column

with your hands up!

Let me see your hands!

backup, now. Red section, tunnel 8.

Did you hear me? I said step away

from the column now!

Step away from the f***ing column!

HE GROANS:

THUD:

DISTANT SHOUTS:

GROANS ECHO:

Sh*t...

Oh, Jesus Christ. Bobby!

Leave it in! Don't touch him!

Open his mouth.

Keep pressure on. On the wound.

Command post, this is number two.

Agent down. Sector red.

CHOKING:

Get me them EMTs now. ASAP.

Bobby. Bobby, listen to me.

Bobby, listen to me!

TRUCK HORN BLARES

SIRENS WAIL:

SIRENS BLARE:

Ain't nobody...

RADIO:
'Charlie one. Subject on foot,

eastbound, on the 11 bridge.'

Close off both ends.

Two SWAT teams on their way.

SIRENS WAIL:

Get everybody off the bridge!

SIRENS AND RADIOS

No cars!

Leave that car!

Excuse me.

WOMAN SHRIEKS:

Hey!

Get down!

Keep this between us!

Don't get in the way.

Get everybody down on the floor.

Get down! Down!

He's on the tower!

Targeting opportunity!

He's on the tower!

Fire!

GUNSHOTS RING OU

Cease-fire! Cease-fire!

Hold your fire!

GUNSHO:

I need two, three officers on each

bridge. Sweep the western seawall.

Shut all bike paths. SWAT, recon

teams on both sides of the river.

Sniper units to cover each team.

Forget it. Currents'll take him

and he's like a fish.

This is our show, Bonham.

How many people can you lose?

He will kill as many as he can.

So decide an acceptable body count.

Enough!

You want more dead? You'll get 'em

if you declare war on my boy.

I made him what he is. I can stop

him. We've lost two of our people.

Best I ever served with.

Hallam belongs to us.

DOGS BARK:

POLICE RADIOS:

WATER ROARS:

WATER HISSES:

BIRD CALL:

CREAKING:

ARROW WHISTLES:

HE GROANS:

If he's alive he won't come in.

Right.

Hallam! Get on the ground!

WATER POUNDS:

'God said to Abraham,

'"Kill me a son."'

# There's a man goin' 'round

takin' names

# And he decides who to free

and who to blame

# Everybody won't be treated

all the same

# There'll be a golden ladder

reaching down

# When the man comes around

# The hairs on your arm

will stand up

# At the terror in each sip

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