Man on the Run
An innocent man, and a cop who doesn't care. After a prison train crashes, architect Sam Johnson escapes and must track down the man who really killed his wife. But will intrepid US Marshal Tommy Williams capture him first? 1992. Rated R for swearing, violence.
Listen up. Sam Johnson has a two hour head start. That means...
...a search radius of eight miles. I want cars. I want dogs. I want helicopters.
Block off every road, every laneway, every god-damn footpath in that radius.
Search every residence, every barn, outhouse, dog house, cat house...
...fox hole, fishing hole, bird's nest...
...every egg carton in every cupboard, until we find this wife-killing son of a bitch.
<fzzt>
Johnson? We know you're in there. It's over. Come quietly.
He's gone. How could he be gone?
There's a dummy in his bed. He's been fishtailing us since page one.
<bzzt>
I know you killed Marie, Peters.
You did it so Killian would get the contract to design the StarEPlex complex.
How much did he pay you? Fifty grand? My wife's life was worth that?
Got it all figured out, Johnson? Where's your proof?
Your glass eye, Peters. It broke in the struggle
The pupil was in my shoe. The shoe I've just found at the city dump.
*phone line beeping*
| Effect | Valor | Quantitat |
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| Avorriment | -18 | ×18 |
| VHS - Comercial |
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