It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. Basically, I'm fucked. We're all gonna die. Our fugitive has been on the run for 90 minutes. What I want out of each and every one of you is a hard target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area.
Checkpoints go up at fifteen miles.
Your fugitive's name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him. There's a bomb on a bus. Once the bus goes 50 miles an hour, the bomb is armed. If it drops below 50, it blows up.