Nowhere_to_Run_(1993) ,BR_MKV_H264_AC3[5.1](Columbia,Eng) 1280x692
Nowhere.To.Run.1993.720p.HDTV.x264-Funner
DEPARTMENT OF PRISONS
- Are you okay? - Yeah, go check on the car.
- Buddy, are you okay? - Fine. Thanks for asking.
Now get your goddamn hands off me and open the door.
My leg !
It's broken !
Come here.
You know the routine, old man. Hands behind your back. Walk!
My leg ! My arm !
- Which is it, your arm or your leg? - Your face.
- Come on, let's go. - Take it easy.
Let 'em all go. Do it!
Shit!
Steal the car . . . Go to hell.
Let's go, come on.
I told you I'd get you out.
Billy!
It should have been me in jail, not you.
Do you forgive me?
- I forgive you, Billy. - I'm glad, man.
I couldn't have that hanging over me for the rest of my life.
Billy . . .
- You think that ought to hold you? - And some whisky.
I wouldn't sell meat without whisky. What are you doing up here?
- Hunting. - In a suit?
- What kind of hunting? - Pink flamingos.
The police have rounded up 12 of the 18 escaped prisoners.
The six unaccounted for are to be considered armed and dangerous.
You ever see any pink flamingos?
No, sir, never have . . . and never will.
- Are you sure? - Yes, sir.
How much?
- Do we have to go to bed? - Yes.
Thanks for leaving me this mess.
And you didn't make your beds.
Mummy, can we get another dog?
We'll see, honey. Night-night.
- You too, pal. - Goodnight, Mum.
Sleep well.
- Who named God ''God''? - God did.
God named God ''God''? Why didn't he name himself Tom or Charlie?
Can I put some salt on this?
It's okay.
It's okay, it's all right.
- That's the dynamite again. - Yes.
- It's okay. Eat your breakfast. - Where's the salt?
- It doesn't need any salt. - Come on, just a little.
Did you move the salt shaker? I don't believe this.
E.T. took it. He did ! He was here. I heard him last night.
- E.T.'s make-believe, honey. - He is not. He was here.
- Mookie, stop making things up. - I'm not!
FROM YOUR BOY I LOVE YOU, MOOKIE
WORLD'S GREATEST DAD
"World's greatest dad."
Sam, it's Billy. l wish l was there to split all that money with you.
l guess if you're listening to this, it's all yours now.
You deserve it for being in prison all that time because of me.
l wonder where l'm headed.
Either way l've got a 50-50 chance of meeting Elvis.
How did you like the suit? Lay low and stay out of trouble.
Sam ... l'm glad l knew you.
Come in!
Come in, Lonnie. I want you to meet Mr. Dunston.
- Lonnie Poole. - He'll be organizing security . . . .
. . . and surveying.
- Don't mind me. - Mr. Dunston knows our situation.
- How are things with Mrs. Anderson? - I think we'll work it out.
We need her parcel and the Lewis place next to her.
It's 1 20 acres, right in the middle of the whole development.
What's your security training, Mr. Dunston?
- Cleveland Police Department. - Why did you leave?
- Pick a card. - Take it.
Go on, pick a card.
You got it? Put it back in the deck.
This Anderson woman, are you fucking her?
None of your damn business! Who is this guy?
I didn't mean anything by it. I'm sorry.
- Was that your card? - No.
I must be slipping.
Lonnie, why don't you go back to work?
Good to meet you. Sorry about that.
I'm not too optimistic about our young friend's success.
Some of these landowners can be hard nuts to crack.
Then we use a hammer.
- That was nice. - It was.
- Has he come to see you again? - I don't want to talk about this.
They're blasting at the Braemer's. Turning the whole thing into a lake.
Yeah, my whole house shakes. So what?
These people . . . when they want something, they can play rough.
What are you saying to me? I live here.
- They don't scare me. - You're something, you know that?
- I'll see you. - I won't give up my home.
E.T. , is that you?
How come you didn't throw the ball back?
- Did you come from outer space? - No.
How come you've got a gun? Are you a bad guy?
No.
- You like boobs? - Sometimes.
I think they're totally gross.
My name's Mike, but everybody calls me Mookie. What's your name?
Sam.
- See you tomorrow, Sam, okay? - I may not be here tomorrow.
Don't you know how to start a fire?
You have to let the air get in or it's not going to burn.
- Are you going to cook something? - A steak.
Let me have it. I'll cook it for you.
Mookie?
- Do you have to ruin everything? - I can be here. Don't boss me.
This is my sister Bree. This is Sam. I'm going to cook him a steak.
- My dad used to let me cook. - You don't remember that.
- You were too little. Mum said. - I remember.
- Where's your dad now? - Dead. He had a nurdism.
An aneurysm ! Don't you know anything?
- He's in the cemetery. - He is not.
- Mookie? Bree? - We've got to go. Bye, Sam.
- Don't tell anyone you saw me here. - Why not?
- He doesn't want us to, all right? - I want to tell Mum.
- If you do, I'll say you smoke. - I do not.
Mummy . . . What happened to him?
Get away!
Mum, who are these guys?
Stay down ! You're scaring my children !
- Get out of the truck! - Leave them alone.
Sam!
- Who the hell are you? - The parking attendant.
Come on.
Stay here.
- Who are you? - He's my friend. His name is Sam.
Are you just going to let him stand there?
- What are you hunting? - Dear . . . mostly.
Dear is out of season.
- Yeah . . . and jack rabbit. - We've got lots of rabbits.
- There's no hunting on my property. - I'm mostly camping.
I don't allow camping, either.
- Who were those men? - Come on, kids, up to bed.
- Can't we stay up a little while? - No, let's go.
- We didn't say goodnight to Sam. - Say goodnight and let's go.
I'll be right up.
- Where are you from? - Quebec.
What do you do there?
- What difference does it make? - It's an innocent question.
I'm a lawyer.
- Where did you learn to fight? - Law school.
- Who are those guys? - Poachers, I suspect.
Thank you for the coffee.
Goodnight, ma'am.
Wait!
You can sleep in my barn for a night or two, if you want.
No, thanks.
- You can hunt here all you want. - You don't allow hunting.
- I changed my mind. - You're afraid they'll be back?
- Forget it. - Wait! How much?
How much for the barn?
- You don't have to pay me. - Are you sure?
Out of the way! Bree, I've told you about that.
You know not to run in front of the truck. It's not funny.
I'll be right back.
Hi. I thought you might want to wear these.
- Who the hell are you? - A friend of Clydie's.
- What's your name? - Sam.
- Have you got some I.D.? - Sure.
- Lonnie? - I'm naked.
- It doesn't bother me. Who's this? - What are you doing?
He's my cousin . . . from Quebec.
- He told me he was your friend. - My third cousin.
What's wrong? This is ridiculous. Put the gun down.
Sorry.
Can I talk to you a second?
- Do you want some more? - Yeah . . . thanks.
Can you pass the salt?
The old bike in the barn . . . I would like to buy it.
- How much will you pay for it? - I don't know. 200?
- 300 . . . take it or leave it. - I'll take it.
- Are you going to go away on it? - I'll have to fix it first.
It's too broken to be fixed.
He's got a big penis.
- He does! - He was in the pond washing.
He's got an average penis. I saw it.
- AIready? - That's enought about penises.
- Are you going to sleep in her bed? - That's enough.
No one's going to sleep in my bed except me.
Did you change your mind? You want to help me?
It's a damn good offer. No one else would offer you that.
I won't sell it to anyone else. I don't want to sell it.
Mrs. Anderson, I know your financial situation.
This might be indelicate, but you might not make your payments.
If you can't, the bank will be forced to foreclose.
You bought into the bank. They never used to do that.
It will take a month to get the order to foreclose.
She'd get a lawyer. He would file a writ.
That would delay you months. You would have to go to trial.
If you don't want to sell it, don't sell it.
- Forgive me . . . Who are you? - My cousin Sam.
Franklin Hale. I'm delighted to meet you.
Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. Gentlemen, shall we?
Astonishing, isn't it?
One little woman in a wheat field, and what is she doing?
She's fucking us up.
My proposed development is one of the largest of its kind.
It represents a total investment in your community of $1 billion.
What we're talking about here is natural beauty.
I must tell you, this valley of yours . . .
It's one of the most extraordinarily beautiful places I've ever seen.
My company would never dream of desecrating such beauty.
But this town's land can be used so much more efficiently.
Everyone would benefit. I'll guarantee you . . .
You all should be ashamed ! Selling off your family heritage.
Build your golf course around me. I'm not selling !
Let him speak. He has the right to speak.
My dear sir, there's bound to be opposition to a plan like this.
But your elected council people understand the wisdom of our ideas.
I don't care. I know about the tactics you've been using.
- Nobody takes my land from me! - It's okay, Tom.
- They can't make us sell. - Are you sure about that, Clydie?
Let's go, honey.
Sam! Something's wrong! Wake up!
It's our neighbour's barn.
Wake up your mum. Say to call the fire department.
- Are you okay? - My husband's in there.
- Stay back! - Please, help him !
Let me help.
Get that one.
The gas tanks! They're going to go!
Move back!
- God ! - The tanks are going to blow.
Get back.
FLAMMABLE
Look, it's going to be all right.
- Did you get burned? - No. I was lucky.
Sam, are you going to go home now?
- Are you going to stay? - For a while.
You're going home sometime, aren't you?
I really don't remember my dad . . . not like I say I do.
It's okay.
You did good in discovering the fire.
- I wasn't scared. - I know.
Goodnight.
I've been out here on my own ever since my husband died.
I always thought I could handle whatever came up.
Why am I telling you this? I don't even know you.
Sam . . .
- Is that your real name? - Yes.
Sometimes you just get tired.
I'll be okay tomorrow. Things will be better in the morning.
- What's this stuff for? - That's for the brakes.
- What about this? - That's gasket sealer.
- What kind of a car have you got? - It's a motorcycle.
- A what? - A motorcycle.
You're not from around here, are you?
- Neither are you. - That's right.
You're that Canadian guy who pulled Tom Lewis out of his barn.
- You're him. - He saved all the horses, too.
You did? Wow! That must have really been something.
- What kind? - What?
What kind of motorcycle are you working on?
A Triumph.
They don't make 'em like that any more, do they?
No, they don't.
Let's go.
See you. Good luck with the motorcycle.
- Could I learn to drive this thing? - I can show you right now.
I don't really want to know. Just as you know what you're doing.
- Don't get caught. - I thought the law was bought.
- He was paid, but I'm not sure. - It's not for you to worry about.
- Who's worrying? - Good.
- Is that your card? - Yeah. How did you do that?
Magic.
- Mummy, is that your wedding? - Yep.
Come on in. Do you want some coffee?
Sam, that's my dad. Come on, look at him.
- Why is Daddy carrying you? - That's what the groom does.
He carries his wife off so they can start their new life together.
- That's me! - So little.
I bet he was a good kisser.
Yes, he was.
It's very beautiful here.
It's the valley of the Moon. That's what we called it.
Can you smell the violets?
There's no prettier smell on earth than the smell of violets.
You're not used to all this.
- You're not married, are you? - I used to be.
A long time ago.
You miss your husband, don't you?
Yes . . . there are days when I miss him very much.
Would you like to sleep in my room tonight?
You're a very special woman.
I'll see you tomorrow.
- It's late, Lonnie. - No later than it usually is.
- What's the matter? - I just don't feel like it.
Are the kids up? What's the matter?
- Are you upset about the barn? - It's nothing to do with the barn.
Then what's it about? You have to let me know!
She won't be growing much here now.
Son of a . . !
Strike three. You're out.
This is business, Mr. Dunston. These things can be complicated.
If I don't have her land by the end of the week, I lose my permits.
If I lose my permits, I'm out of business.
If you and your pissant army can't persuade this woman to sell, -
- I may have to find somebody who can.
- What did you find out about him? - I know he's not her cousin.
Good, Lonnie.
I don't care who he isn't. This asshole is really bothering me.
I'm going to go out there and persuade him not to stick around.
Listen, as a personal favour, give me first crack at him.
Really?
Fine.
- Clydie's not here. - I know that.
- I never saw your identification. - I thought we'd been through this.
Put your hands up against the barn door. Move!
Spread 'em !
- Are you arresting me? - Maybe.
- What for? - I haven't decided yet.
Why don't you just leave her alone?
You're fucking it all up! For everybody's sake, just leave.
If you cared for her, you would not be doing this.
Sam?
What happened?
Does this have anything to do with what happened last night?
- Who did this to you? - It was personal.
Why do you do that? Why don't you talk to me?
Who are you?
- Do you want me to go? - Yes!
No.
I don't know.
I don't know what I want.
And I don't know what I'm doing.
- Hi, honey, where's your sister? - She's playing. Where's Sam?
- He's still asleep. - He's not in the barn.
- He stayed in my room. - All night?
- All right! Can I go see him? - Let him sleep a few more hours.
A few more hours? What did you do to him?
Does this little girl belong to you?
- Bree, what were you doing? - He wanted to play with me.
He can pull a magic card out from my ear.
- She was out running around. - Do I know you?
Go inside.
Bye.
I'm surprised to see that you're still here.
- No, you're not. - Yes, I am.
If I see you near her or the children, I'll kill you.
You seem like a smart fella. The woman isn't worth it.
When push comes to shove, you won't be dealing with the sheriff . . .
You'll be dealing with me.
I'll look forward to it.
Me, too.
- Au revoir. - Yeah, for now.
The FBI just left my office.
- What do you want? - I know who you are.
I'll do everybody a favour. Leave . . . do it right now.
- I won't be able to help you. - What about Clydie and this place?
You're making it worse for her than it was ever supposed to be.
If you care for her, you'll go.
Jesus!
I was a thief. There was a bank, and a guard got shot.
- So you're a murderer. - No.
A boy, Billy . . . I took him with me on a couple of jobs.
The guard was going to shoot me. Billy shot him, but I was taken.
Damn you ! You had no right to come into our lives!
- You have to go. - You're going to lose this place.
No, I am not. I can take care of myself.
I was doing just fine before you came here.
I've been alone a long time.
So have I.
Clydie, l thought it might be easier talking to you on tape.
But now l'm not so sure ...
This is excellent, Lonnie!
Why did you let him go? You'd be famous now if you'd collared him.
Now isn't the perfect time to have the place crawling with state cops.
- Quite right. - Lonnie, you're always thinking.
It shouldn't be difficult to break Mrs. Anderson's resistance now.
- I'll work on that right away. - Thank you, Lonnie.
I don't care if he's left town, I still think he's dangerous.
Me, too.
I think we should take personal charge of the situation.
- Hey, Pete. What's new with you? - Nothing.
Hello . . . Excuse me.
Does that bike parked out front belong to you?
- Did you restore it yourself? - It just needed a little work.
- Where are you from? - Quebec.
- Did you drive it here from Canada? - Yeah.
- You must be a good mechanic. - Coffee?
Do you want anything to eat? Today's special is meatloaf.
Or you can have the rest of that guy's steak.
Mookie?
Clydie, l thought it might be easier talking to you on tape ...
But now l'm not so sure.
l can never change what l did, no matter how much l regret it.
Mookie will hear things about me. Most of them won't be true.
Please say goodbye to him for me.
l never meant for anyone to get hurt ... especially him.
Son of a bitch!
Get a chopper up here!
- What are you doing? - Just locking up.
- We never lock up. - Well, we're going to start.
Mummy, are you scared of something.
I'm just being cautious, that's different from being scared.
Clydie.
Kentucky Avenue.
- Who has that? - Nobody.
A six. Where am I?
- Run ! - Go get the kids.
What do you want?
Jack, use the stairs.
- Bree, upstairs. - Open the door, kid.
- I'll go get some help. - You'll fall.
I've done it before.
- Mum ! - Bree.
- The boy went out of the window. - Please, don't hurt my children.
Clydie?
- What's the matter? - Lonnie!
Go find the other kid.
I'm over here, jerk.
Come on out, kid.
Come on, son. I wouldn't hurt you.
- Sam? - Stay here.
I'm going to kill that little son of a bitch.
No more threats. No more bullshit.
You know what we're here for. I'm not going to hurt her.
You stay in there, and no noise!
I'm sick of this town ! I want to go home.
Now, sign the fucking contract! Here's a pen.
- I'm sorry it had to come to this. - Right here.
- very good. - Go to hell.
Get out now!
- This is my house! - We can't leave before the fire.
- I can't take the risk. - AI, if you will.
Watch her.
Where is he?
Get up!
Sam!
Leave him alone.
- Sam. - Are you okay?
Just stay behind me.
Au revoir, fucker!
- Clydie! - Sam !
- Don't come any closer. - Let her go.
Don't even think of it.
Throw the gun down ! Throw the gun down now!
Throw the gun down.
- Bree. - Mum !
- Put your hands over your head. - I own half this valley.
- There's an escaped convict inside. - Turn around and face the house.
Go! You can still get away.
Sam Gillen ! The house is surrounded. Come out with your hands up.
Why do they want you? You didn't do anything wrong.
A long time ago, I did some things I was not supposed to do.
- Will they take you to jail? - Yes.
- I don't want you to go. - I've got to go.
Goodbye, Mookie.
Goodbye, Bree.
Are you coming back?
I'll find a way. Somehow I'll find a way to come back to you.
No matter how long it takes, we'll be here.
I know.
- I love you. - I love you, too.
You saved a lot of lives here. That ought to count for something.
Goodbye, my friend.
Goodbye, Sam.
Go.
You bastard ! Do you know who I am?