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Come on, big man, come on.

Come on, keep going.

Come on.

Come on. Come on, run!

Come on, get up. Let's go.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

Look, they've got to know about these guys.
Get out of here!

God.

Damn it. I bagged the first one.

I almost got 'em both.

Gentlemen, Mr. Jack King, late
of the United States Secret Service.

You boys owe me $50,000, I believe.

You see, my friends,
survival of the fittest.

That's what counts.

My, my, my, my.

This is a great game, boys.

Gentlemen,
to the Pentangle Hunting Fraternity.

MAN: He's getting away from you.

You got him trapped now.

MAN: Ho! Bring him down.

Hey, giddy up!

Get him over.

Whoa, watch yourself.
Come on.

Old Will Rogers
couldn't have done it better himself.

GIRL: Matt!

Stop playing with that calf,
we're gonna be late.

Come on, it's a long
drive to New Orleans.

Uncle Larry's counting on you.

Untie him, boys.

Ew, look at you, you're filthy.

- I'll get my things and be right up, OK?
- OK.

Make him hurry up, Grandpa.

- She's growing up to be a real cute girl.
- Yeah.

Your mom and dad would
be proud of her.

Don't put the blame on yourself, Matt.

Their deaths weren't your fault.

I guess you're right.

Well, we'd better hurry up, right?

Come on.

GIRL: I guess Mr. Richards will be
making speeches and that kind of stuff

before the parade.

I guess.

Yuck. Why did he go into politics?

Because he wanted to be with the people
he grew up with.

So he can help stop poverty and crime,
make better lives for themselves.

Gee, he's got himself a heck of a job.

Come on, chatterbox,
let's have some coffee.

Matt!

Dad, they're coming!

They're coming!

Hey, buddy!

MATT: Larry Richards for US Senate.

That was worth the
drive right there, partner.

Hey, man, come here.

Welcome, buddy.

- You look good.
- You do too, man. You're keeping in shape.

Hey!

- Hi, Daisy.
- It's good to see you.

- Still look good.
- Sarah, come here, honey.

Give me some sugar.

You're quite a young lady.

Yeah, she's gonna break a lot of hearts,.

Tell me about it.

Look at these guys.
What are you feeding them on?

Anything I can get my hands on.

OK, guys, show me what you know,
show me some karate.

Whoa!

Matt, you want to take me on?

- Little Bruce, huh?
- Little Bruce Lee.

Get the cowboy here.

Daisy, you're still the best cook
in the whole wide world.

Thank you, Grandpa.

I get a lot of practice
with these guys though.

Hey, Councilman,
how's the politicking going?

You know Jimmy, in a big city like this,

when you're trying to turn
the system inside out, it's hard.

It's going a little too well
for some people.

Honey, this isn't the right time
to bring that stuff up.

Why not, when someone's
trying to threaten your life?

And who's that?

The usual bunch of troublemakers,
you know.

No big thing.

They call themselves Pentangle.

Pentangle.

Look, except for a few crank phone calls,
which are par for the course of this game,

you know that, no harm's been done.

Now, I want to make a toast.

Here's to the future.

A future of living together
and working together.

And a future of peace
for our young people,

so they won't make
the same mistakes we made.

- MATT: Hear, hear.
- Alright.

OK.

Now, are we ready to go to the Mardi Gras?

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

KIDS: Up here!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Grandpa, look after Sarah.
I'm going out front for a while.

Sure, Matt.

Be right back.

Catch it!

Come on, sugar. Come to Momma.

Excuse me. Are you security?

- Is this all the protection you have?
- This is it.

Larry, corner, one o'clock.

Matt!

Let go!

Matt, get her down!

Hey!

You kill kids, you bastard!

You son of a bitch!

MAN: Somebody call the police!

- Waiter?
- Yes, sir, I'll be right there.

ASSAILANT: Get out of the way!

Get out!

DAISY CRIES: No, no!

Oh, my God, my baby!

No, no, Larry! Oh!

No!

He's not breathing.

No pulse.

Hold it right there. All right.

DAISY: Is he breathing?

No!

No, no, no!

You're gonna be OK, baby.
Don't worry.

They're gonna take care of you.

Oh, Larry, please.

Very good!

Good hit! Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo, bravo, bravo!

Whoo!

Well done.

Gentlemen, two of the world's great
martial artists are here with us tonight.

Commander Jeb Wallace,

current holder of
the World Iron Man Championship.

And Lafayette's own Wade Delaney.

Harvard Heisman Trophy winner,

and the South's youngest senator.

- When are you gonna run for president?
- Give me a little time, Elliot.

Gentlemen, there is
one other man here with us tonight.

He's a philosopher, a thinker,

a soldier and founder
of the giant Hadley Corporation,

I give you Professor Elliot Glastenbury.

Elliot.

It's alright for old Charlie here
to toss around compliments like this

...but I want to tell you,

this is a boy that earned
a couple of million before the age of 21.

Let's give a big hand for Charlie Lavall,
president of Louché.

Thank you, thank you.

You know I'm just so humbled
to be in the presence of men like this.

Prime examples of American men.

Hell, I'm proud of all of you boys!

My dear friends, fellow countrymen,

Americans.

We're living in dangerous times.

They call us paranoid
because we love our country,

because we want to survive
the economic collapse of our land.

You know what's coming, don't you?

Rioting in the streets of our cities.

- It's started already.
- That's right.

Civil disorder everywhere.

Dope-crazed savages.

Gangs of nigger rapists!

Sniveling politicians
trying to enforce gun control.

Commie guerrillas in Central America
pointing their guns north,

just waiting to cross the Rio Grande,

just waiting to terrorise
your mama and your children

and your neighborhood
and your churches.

First they'll take Mexico.

Then what? Then what?!

More than 20 million Mexicans live in
California, Texas and Arizona alone.

What happens when they all decide

that they too want to join
the People's Republic of Mexico?

Then what? Then what?

Then New Orleans.

Yes, New Orleans.

- Chicago. Boston. New York.
- No one will stand for that!

No, no, gentlemen.

It is our constitutional right to bear arms.

It is our sacred duty to do so
as efficiently as we know how.

To become soldiers
in the cause of freedom

and the American way of life.

When these yellow-bellied liberals
call us paranoid

and try to hand over our country
to the God damned commies without a fight,

we can and we will,
with an iron fist, say no!

- No!
- No!

No, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no!

- No, no, no, no!
- No, no!

- Elliot! Elliot! Elliot!
- No, no, no!

Elliot! Elliot! Elliot!

Elliot! Elliot!

Thank you.

- What happened?
- They missed.

Elliot! Elliot! Elliot!

Mr. Richards, I've given her a sedative
and she'll have a good sleep.

Thank you.

Let's go see mom, OK?

Oh, Matt... here.

It's the key to our house.

You and your family just...

make yourself at home, alright?
See you tomorrow.

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.

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 the hell do you think
he's holding up?

Remember the old safe house,
downtown New Orleans?

- Yeah.
- See you there in two hours.

Find out all you can about a group
that call themselves Pentangle.

Yeah, sure.

Do me a favor and fix the
guys some coffee, will you?

Sure, Matt.

- Cooper, are you working?
- Yes, sir.

Come here, Sarah.

Look, I got to go out
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.

- Yeah?
- 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.

Admiral, why was Larry Richards running
around without secret service protection?

He refused it.

I mean,
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.

Now, we believe
that each point of the star

represents a member
of the society's inner sanctum.

- We've been after them for years, Matt.
- 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, they do it.

- Anything to raise money for the movement.
- 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.
- The problem is we have no clue who they are.

Could be any number
of off-shore corporations

hiding behind battalions
of top-class lawyers.

One thing we're pretty certain of though,

is that the five key members
are all 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 the hell do you know that?

Because we've found literally dozens
of mangled bodies in the bayous.

All of them branded
with the sign of the pentangle.

So, what you're trying to tell me
is that

Pentangle put all these guys in the bayous
just so they can hunt 'em down.

- Is that right?
- Exactly.

You see, in order to be a member
of the Pentangle,

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, Matthew.

My mind is made up.

All I can do is protect Larry's family.

You can 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
four of our best men.

It should've been simple.

Andrew, everybody makes mistakes.

It's alright.

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.

I think he's a friend of that Negro boy's.

Looks like a pro to me.

Oh, yeah, he's a pro.

Absolutely no question.

I'll tell you, gentlemen,

I think we ought to put the son of a bitch
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.

TANNOY: Number 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.

TANNOY: All personnel clear the area,
pad number 2.

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?

Oh yes. 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 tonight, Motsey.

What time?

Be at the studio at about five o'clock.

Someone will meet you at the gate
to see you through all the formalities.

I'll be there.

- You know it's a trap as well as I do.
- Of course I know it's a trap.

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

Admiral Brown has taken personal charge
of this whole operation.

They killed my son.

You know 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.
- What's going on? I can't leave you here.

Take the kids at the ranch,
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.
- 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.

LARRY: Let them make the first move.

Hold on.

Get 'em!

Hold on.

Get going! Come on!

- 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!

Alright, Charlie, come on.
Get that nigger over there.

Cover up there.
Go on, 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.

PARKER: Cover me.

Come on. Come on.

Psst!

Hey, Matt!

- How's it feel, buddy?
- It's OK. It's only the arm. How about you?

- Good.
- Hey, behind you.

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!

Matt, you don't have to
get involved in this, partner.

This is my fight.

Your fight's my fight,
you just remember that.

Let's go.

- Glad to see you, Mr. Hunter, Mr. Richards.
- LARRY: Cooper.

- MATT: Everything OK?
- Quiet as a Sunday picnic.

- What happened to your arm, Dad?
- Just a little accident, son. It's OK.

- GRANDPA: Good to see you boys.
- Where's Daisy?

Upstairs in bed, where you ought
to be by the looks of you.

I'll be fine.

I'm gonna go check on Daisy.

- OK.
- I'll fix you a nice hot cup of coffee.

Thank you, sugar. Come on, son.

I'm glad you're back, Matt.

Yeah, me too.

Beautiful, isn't it?

MATT: Remember when we used to come
out here with mom and dad and have picnics?

What did you want to talk to me about?

Well, Uncle Larry and I
have to go away for a while.

- Government business?
- No. My business.

Matt, why would anyone want to kill
a good man like Uncle Larry?

Because sometimes in politics, Sarah,

there's evil men who won't stop at anything
to get rich and gain power over other people

and Uncle Larry's trying to stop them.

Are these men like the ones
who killed Mom and Dad?

Yeah.

OK, Matt, but be careful.

I love you very much.

I love you, too.

Come on, I'll race you back, OK?

Come on! Woo! Come on!

He knows about Pentangle, Elliot.
He challenged us right off.

- That right?
- The man's crazier than hell.

He said for me to tell you to lay off and
not to bite off more than you can chew.

Just whets my appetite, is all.

We can't let him get away with that,
can we, gentlemen?

- Our supporters may lose faith in us.
- Supporters? They're shit.

- Like the rest of those idiots out there.
- ELLIOT: Jeb's right.

Survival of the fittest, that's what counts.

That's why we rule and always will.

Don't you worry about me, Elliot.

He's an impressive man.

He'd make a great asset
to the movement.

I don't care how impressive he is.

I've been told that he's diametrically
opposed to our way and purpose.

You know who he is?

Yes.

Yes, he's an ex-Secret Service partner
to that loud-mouthed nigger.

- Is that right?
- That's right.

Belonged to G6.

That's the Service's elite of the elite.

This boy's the most promising
operative they ever had.

Apparently he retired after his parents
were killed by a bomb meant for him.

- Lost his nerve?
- A matter of the heart.

Had to take care of his kid sister.

JEB: Sentimental weakness.

We know where he hangs out?

Yeah.

A farm near Braxton,
a couple of hundred miles north of here.

- He's up there now.
- With the nigger?

With the nigger and a whole
bunch of Secret Servicemen.

- I like it.
- I love it.

- I love it.
- I think it's just divine.

- That's fine.
- That's great, Elliot.

It is. It is.

- Parker.
- Yes, Elliot.

We lost 11 men because of you.

Now, that wasn't my fault, Elliot.

That man is a snake.

He's some kind of devil.

- Oh, Jesus Christ, come on.
- You're a disgrace to the movement, Parker.

Please, don't, Elliot, come on.

I'll get it right. Elliot, don't do this,
goddamn it.

I'll get it right! Please!

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Let's invite young Mr. Hunter
to the great game, gentlemen.

PARKER: Please.

Please.

Please.

Please take me with you.
Good God, please.

Eight of diamonds.

Well, gentlemen, it's Hunter alright.

There's Secret Service guys
all over the place.

Four in the kitchen, three patrolling,
with Hunter and Richards upstairs.

- Asleep.
- How about the hired hands?

No problem. They're in the bunk-house.

OK. You all know what to do.

Let's go.

GRANDPA: Eight of clubs.
Four of clubs.

Jack. Jack bets one.

- Getting a little chilly outside.
- Hot soup on the stove.

Don't mind if I do.

- Where are the others?
- They're around.

OK, everybody in.

Matt! Help us!

Help!

Matt! Help! Matt!

SARAH Where's Grandpa?

LARRY: Come on! Come on!

- DAISY: Larry!
- LARRY: Come on.

- MATT: Get her out of here!
- LARRY: What's going on?

- Pentangle.
- How did they find out where we were?

- Let's go, here.
- DAISY: Where's the baby?

Come on. I got you.

Mommy! Daddy!

MATT: Come on!

Mommy, Daddy, help!

Matt, take Daisy.

I've got to go and get Jeff.

- No, no, no!
- Go!

ELLIOT: Give 'em a spray, boys.

- DAISY: Larry!
- MATT: Come on!

DAISY CRIES: Oh, no, no!

Larry!

Jeff?

Help me! Fire!

Daddy!

- You OK?
- Yeah. I'm all right.

Get Larry!

Stay right here, now.
Don't move.

Don't move.

Jeff?

Jeff, I'm coming.

I'm here. I got you, son.

- I bet you 50 grand we lose him.
- We'll see.

I got you.

Matt, here.

Don't let my son die.

Go on.

Go on!

Oh, God, no.

Oh, don't worry, baby,
we're gonna be OK.

Go get 'em.

Oh, my God!

- No! No!
- Shut up! Shut up!

She's too noisy. Shut her up.

Matt Hunter.

We are the Pentangle
Hunting Fraternity.

You've been looking for us, I believe.

I'm so very sorry we have to meet
in such adverse circumstances.

Bring 'em down.

Alive.

MATT: No!

No.

You are an extraordinary
young man, Hunter. I do admire you.

You leave my sister alone,
you son of a bitch.

She can't hurt you.

You're being invited
to participate in a great game.

Your sister's our insurance
you'll turn up.

We've had our eyes on you
for quite a while.

There's a fais dodo
in Ville de Levette two weeks from today.

If you accept our invitation, you'll find
your sister there, virgo intacta.

Should you talk to anyone...

Well...

I'll leave that to your imagination.

Good luck.

What a goddamn mess.

With all our sophisticated techniques,
we still can't stop these bastards.

What worries me
is their intelligence system.

They seem to know our every move
we make before we make it.

- And we don't know a thing about them.
- Yeah.

What the hell's wrong with us?

I wish I knew.

Admiral, do you think Hunter
and the kid are still alive?

Without a body, there's always a chance.

Maybe they burned with the house.

I'll have the lab boys go through
the ashes with a fine toothed comb.

Now, listen to me.

First, I want this whole area turned over,

just in case Hunter's laying
out there some place.

Second, I want a total media blackout.

Third, if one word
of this business gets out,

I'm going to have those responsible shot.

MAN: Ten days, gentlemen.
Nothing. Not a goddamn thing.

I think Hunter and the kid are still alive.

How do you figure that?

We've combed every inch of that territory,
still no sign of the bodies.

Did we get a report on the ashes?

Yeah. Nothing.

Maybe Pentangle buried him.

Why would they do that? They left
the rest of the bodies laying around.

Maybe they kidnapped him.

Can you see Matt Hunter
letting himself be taken alive?

Damn it, if he's alive,
why the hell doesn't he show himself?

I know Hunter too well.

After what happened at the ranch,
he won't trust anybody.

Not even the Agency.

No. I think he's out there somewhere.

And we'll be hearing from him...

in his own good time.

Boys, he made it.

Half a million dollars for the man
who takes Hunter's head.

Gentlemen, the great hunt
is about to begin.

Sarah.

Excuse me.

Mister.

Bonsoir, chéri.

I haven't seen you before.

You look so lonely and so lost.

My name is Fifi.

Perhaps I can help you.

- I'm looking for a girl, 12 years old.
- 12!

You are a very bad boy...
You are hurting me!

Her name is Sarah
and I want to know where she is.

I can't think. I don't know.

Follow me.

There is a new girl here.

Very pretty, much in demand.

We are going to auction her off
to the highest bidder.

Tonight at midnight.

For 500 bucks, you might have
the first bite of her cherry, chéri.

Voile! There she is.

Matt, I thought you were dead.

You OK? Anyone hurt you?

No, but I was so frightened.

- We're leaving.
- Leaving? What do you mean leaving?

I said...

Gentlemen...

...we'll give him a 30-minute start.

Looks like a storm's brewing, boys.

Good.

Rain brings the gators out.

Don't worry, honey.
It's just a little storm.

Come on.

- Are you OK?
- Yeah. It was fun.

Glad you're having fun.
Come on.

OK.

We'll be safe in here
for a while, alright?

Here. Put your head here.

Matt?

Yeah?

Is Grandpa Jimmy dead?

Yeah.

Grandpa Jimmy's dead.

Don't speak.

Sarah!

Sarah!

Get up!

Get up!

Come on.

Son of a bitch!

Where's my sister?
Where is she?

SARAH: Matt?

- Sarah.
- Matt.

Sarah!

- Sarah, where were you?
- I was looking for you.

Sarah.

Come on, we got to go.

Matt, stop.
I can't keep up with you.

OK.

OK. Come on, piggyback.
Up!

Sorry about that, cuz.

I caught you playing possum on me, cuz.

Want to play ball with me?

I'm gonna run the ball, boy.

I'm gonna cut you, cuz.

Jump, boy!

We're almost there, baby.

We're almost there.

Hang on.

My God!

Somebody get the doctor, fast!

This here is my sister.

And I love her very much.

And if she dies, I'll hold everyone
in this room personally responsible.

Hurry up.

What happened, Matthew?

These are the members of the
Pentangle Hunting Group I've already killed.

Jeb Wallace,

Chuck Lavall,

and Wonderboy, Wade Delaney.

And there's at least one more to go.

Matthew, you've exceeded your authority.

The Committee must know who the rest of
these people are before you proceed.

You can tell the Committee
to stick it where the sun don't shine.

I know the goddamn liberals scream
"fascist",

but the simple truth is...
Hitler was right.

The man was a visionary.

40 years after his death,
half the world is communist

and we're defending our borders.

We should've let Hitler take care
of the commies when we had the chance.

What a different world
it would be today?

Terror will succeed
unless opposed with equal terror.

We're heading for Armageddon,
gentlemen.

- Are you listening?
- Yes, Sir.

The end times.
These are the last days.

There's a fellow in the hall
to see you, sir.

He looks rather dreadful.

Ah, yes.

Excuse me, gentlemen,
this won't take long.

Serve the coffee and cigars.

I will return.

Yes, he's here already. Thank you.
Goodbye.

You got here earlier than expected.

Amazing, isn't it?

- How's the leg?
- Never have I felt more well-disposed.

Thank you.

We have a little unfinished business
to take care of.

Let's go up to the great hall.

You're quite a remarkable
young man, Hunter.

Nobody ever survived
the great hunting game before.

$10 million interest you?

Pentangle would be proud
to enlist a man like you.

- Pentangle's finished. Over.
- I'm afraid not, youngster.

It's just beginning.

It's spreading.

It's spreading all over this country,
like a brushfire on a hot summer day.

Oh, yeah?

Then who's running all this?

And who's the fifth member
of the Pentangle?

Alas, I'm sorry to say...

you'll never know.

Choose your weapon.

Get up. Come on.

Get up!

What else you got, boy?

What else you got, boy?

What else you got?

What else you got, boy?

She's through the crisis.

She's coming round.

Matt, are you OK?

Yeah, I'm OK.

I mean, I have to
take care of you, remember?

You're not gonna
leave me again, are you?

- Promise me?
- Yeah, I promise.

She'll have a good long sleep.

She'll be much better when she wakes up.

Thank you.

MAN: Yes, sir. That is correct, sir.

Congratulations, Matthew, you did it.

- Did I?
- Yeah.

Preliminary investigations
into the dead men's affairs

indicate that you've cut the heart
right out of the organization.

Yeah, but there's still a few questions
unanswered, aren't there?

- Oh, yeah? Like what?
- Who's the fifth point of the Pentangle?

And who told them
the Richards family were at my place?

- Only your department knew that.
- Their intelligence system was very good.

You bet it was.

Are you insinuating something, Matthew?

No, I'm not insinuating anything.

But I'll tell you something, Admiral.

If what Glastenbury said is true,
Pentangle's not finished but just starting.

And I want you to know something.

So am I.

So am I.