Future Zone (1990) - full transcript
Legendary bounty hunter John Tucker is about to face the most dangerous ordeal of his career. But luckily, he's armed with his most powerful weapon yet; his grown son Billy, who travels back in time, to save hohn from the city's most brutal gang of criminals.
Come on, come on, hurry it up.
Get in there.
That's it, Hoffman.
200 pound.
100% pure, just like I promised.
Indeed, Mr. Williams.
Your, uh, abilities
have surprised even me.
Just cut the horseshit,
Hoffman, and give me my money.
Hanging around here is
making me kind of nervous.
That's quite understandable.
You miserable
bastard, we had a deal!
What the hell do you call this?
Gun.
I trust that
everything is in order?
It's ready and waiting.
The detonator, please.
Come on, come on, let's go.
Move it!
This stuff's got
to be worth millions.
I say at least take
a little taste.
Don't even think
about it, either of you.
You know the drill.
We sit and we wait, and we
don't touch the merchandise.
Who the hell are you?
John Tucker, civilian
operated police.
You have committed a crime
and been found guilty.
You have a right to die.
Should you choose to
relinquish that right,
you will be arrested
and imprisoned
until proven innocent.
You must be crazy.
The three of us against you.
I can count.
Nobody's that fast.
Nobody.
That's my opinion.
Piece of shit!
Baby, don't let me down.
Lousy piece of shit!
Come on!
That darn cop.
Come on.
Get in.
What do you want, Tucker?
I'm busy.
I don't know where you
get your information, Cindi,
but you were right on
the money this time.
Did
you ever doubt it?
So how many did you get?
Three dead, one alive.
Alive?
Ooh.
What's that, first
time this year for you?
Look, $2,000 a head,
that's the bounty.
Just have the money ready.
Oh, and listen, you
better send somebody out
here because there's a
couple hundred pounds of dope
stashed inside.
I got that.
Oh, and Tuck, Marion called.
Three times.
You didn't stand her
up again, did you?
You'll see me again, Tucker.
Count on it!
Yeah, sure.
In about 50 years.
Fucking asshole.
Hey.
Need the paperwork,
Tuck, before I
can give you the
money, how many times
have I got to tell you that?
Cindi, I don't have
time for that shit.
I'll do it later.
That's what you
always tell me, Tucker.
You know, never
ceases to amaze me
the things I'll let
you get away with.
This 'cause you're so
crazy about me, Cindi.
Feels to me you're about
a grand short here.
10% for me, Tucker, that
was the deal, remember?
Just testing.
Go on and get out
of here, would you?
Hey Tucker,
better get in there.
There's some new guy already
breaking all your records.
That'll be the day
You can't be top
gun forever, Tucker.
Don't bet on it.
Go ahead.
You must be John Tucker.
I heard a lot about you.
Where'd you learned
to shoot like that, kid?
You might say I
learned from the best.
Oh yeah?
And, uh, who might that be?
You'd never believe me.
Step aside.
Go.
Guess you better find
yourself another teacher, kid.
Heh.
Good morning,
Rose Stabler reporting
live from the inner
harbor of Mobile.
I'm standing here
at what might appear
to be the aftermath of a
terrorist attack, perhaps
somewhere in the Middle
East, but certainly
not here in the United States.
But sadly, that's not the case.
At sometime close to
4:00 AM this morning,
this Colombian-registered
freighter docked here
at the McDuffy terminal
became the victim
of a massive bombing attack.
Officials here at the
site have informed us
that they have found the
body of what they believe
to be the captain of the vessel,
on the docks, apparently shot
to death during the attack.
Rescue workers have so far
recovered the bodies of 22 crew
members from aboard the
ship, and although the search
continues, there's little
hope among those of us
here that any survivors
will be found.
Although unconfirmed
at this time,
there is speculation among
law enforcement personnel
that this brutal
bombing attack is
in some way related to
an international drug
trafficking operation.
Investigators at Channel 3 News
have made numerous attempts
to contact David Mickland,
Chairman of the Civilian
Operated Police Incorporated
for his comments,
but all calls to his office
remain unanswered at this time.
Hey, Monroe, how in
the hell did this happen?
I thought I told you not to
assign any of our personnel
to that sector.
None were.
I did just what you told me,
Mr. Mickland, like I always do.
The orders went out on
the computer last night.
Hey, maybe you just
got lucky, huh?
Bullshit, no cop
gets that lucky.
Somebody tipped him off.
See if you can find out who it
was and how we found out, OK?
Do it.
Sure, boss.
Well do it!
You have a call
on line four, Mr. Mickland.
I told you I'm not
taking any calls today.
PHONE): He says it's
a matter of life and death.
All right, I'll take it.
Hey, what the hell's
the matter with you?
I told you not to call me here.
Look, don't worry about it.
It's in the evidence room.
Well yeah, I'm sure.
Now listen, don't call
me here anymore, OK?
Shit!
He hung up on me.
That son of a bitch
hung up on me!
I'm afraid our Mr. Mickland
is getting just a bit nervous.
Would you like me to
remove him from the picture?
Considering that
we have $40 million
worth of merchandise sitting
in his police station,
I shouldn't think that
would be very wise.
Priority at this
moment is to trace down
and eliminate anything that can
link us to last night's events.
I trust you can handle
that assignment.
I assume that
includes Mr. Richards.
You bet.
You can count on it.
What's your name, my dear?
- Barbie.
- Barbie?
It's just my screen name.
I'm really an actress.
Yes.
Of course you are.
Marion.
Well, you finally
decided to show up!
How considerate.
Excuse me.
Um.
Marion, I'm sorry.
I was hung up at the station.
Oh, don't worry about
it, it's no problem.
I enjoyed cooking
for three hours.
I've got nothing else to do.
Well, look, I'm sorry.
Believe me.
I promise, I'll
never do it again.
I hate those words!
Do you know how many times
a week I hear those words?
Do you?
That bad, huh?
Uh huh.
That bad.
Well.
What can I say?
Nothing.
Just nothing at all.
Listen, I've got a
doctor's appointment,
and unlike some people I
know, I don't like to be late.
Hey, Marion-- uh, what are
you going to the doctor for?
Don't ask.
Don't even ask, OK.
And your dinner's on
the table, where it
was since 9 o'clock last night.
It should be really
yummy by now.
Marion.
But--
Ah, don't worry about
her, she'll get over it.
She always does.
You.
Name's Billy.
How'd you find out where I live?
You kidding?
How could I forget this place?
Hey, what?
Never mind, doesn't matter.
What do you want?
I want to be the best cop
in a city, that's what I want.
Figure the only way to get
there is to learn from the best.
What do you say?
The hell was that?
Lesson one.
Stay out of my way.
I guess that means no?
You sure got away
with words, Tucker.
Hey!
You didn't let me finish.
Oh come on.
Hey.
It's me again.
Come on, where are you going?
Well, I guess you
don't need a lead
on that freighter bombing case.
What do you got?
Name and address of the
legal owner of the freighter.
What do you get out of this?
I told you, man, I
just want to ride along.
See you in action.
What do you say?
You drive.
All right.
And hey, don't
scratch the paint.
You hit pretty hard--
for a guy your age.
Aw, come on, man, what
the hell are you doing?
That was a great old song.
Don't you like music?
Yeah, I do.
That's why I turned that off.
You know, you really ought
to be a lot nicer to me.
I came a long way
to do this with you.
Is that right.
Yeah.
I mean, I thought this
would be more fun than this.
I'll do my best.
Great.
Mr. Richards?
Yes?
John Tucker, Civilian
Operated Police.
Yes, how can I help you?
We understand you're the
legal owner of a freighter
that was blown up last night.
That true?
Yes, that's correct, officer.
But that particular
vessel's been
on lease to an
offshore corporation
for nearly 15 years.
I handed all the lease documents
over to an Officer Monroe
just a few hours ago,
and there's really
nothing else I can tell you.
Thank you.
Sorry to trouble
you, Mr. Richards.
Certainly.
Good day, gentlemen.
Some lead.
Some interrogation.
Yeah, well, it's
not my strong suit.
Right place.
Gotta work on our timing.
Uh huh.
So where
to now, boss man?
Home in bed.
What the hell
you talking about?
We're just getting close.
Look, kid.
This is a dead end lead,
we got no place else to go.
We can't just walk away.
See you around, cowboy.
What kind of cop are you?
Man, we got bad guys to kill.
Besides, I'm
running out of time.
Time?
For what?
Just time, that's all.
This is really
no way to start a partnership!
I have authorization to
interrogate that prisoner.
Yeah, I can read.
Straight from
Mickland's office, hm?
My, my, you must be one of
those uptown hot shot cops.
Where is he?
Straight down the hall,
first door to your left.
Thank you.
Excuse me, sir.
No guns inside the jail.
Of course.
Ahh!
Ahh!
Tony Ginetti.
Ahh!
Come on.
Ah, Mr. Ginetti.
I've been expecting you.
Excuse us.
What?
Go do your nails, or
try on some clothes,
or whatever it is that you do.
Just go.
OK.
Though we've never
met, Mr. Ginetti,
I understand you've done some
fine work for us in the past.
Yes, sir.
I always try to do
my best, Mr. Hoffman.
Yes, I'm sure you do.
Have a seat, Mr. Ginetti.
Sure.
OK, I appreciate you guys
busting me out and everything.
Tell you the truth, I don't
think anybody'd give it a try.
Quite honestly, Mr. Ginetti,
formerly we would not have.
But I have a problem I was
hoping you could help me with.
Sure, anything you say.
That officer that
arrested you last night,
Tucker, I believe it was,
what did you say to him?
Nothing.
Mr. Hoffman, honest,
I didn't say nothing.
I didn't say a word.
It disturbs me
greatly to hear that.
You see, this Tucker
is asking questions.
He knows something.
I must know what it is.
Yeah, well, I
didn't say anything.
Mr. Ginetti, this
weapon has five
empty chambers, one full one.
Now tell me.
How much did you
tell Officer Tucker?
Nothing.
Nothing, I swear it.
How much did you tell him?
I'm telling you
the truth, man.
Nothing.
How much did you tell him?
Nothing.
Nothing!
Three chambers
left, Mr. Ginetti.
I don't know what you want.
Two chambers
left, Mr. Ginetti.
Please.
Please don't.
Two chambers
left, Mr. Ginetti.
Tell me what you told him.
Nothing!
I believe you.
Get Mickland on the phone.
Tuck.
Tuck, are you there?
I'm right here, Marion.
Tuck.
Hi.
Look, Tuck, I'm sorry how
I came down on you so hard
on this morning.
Oh, that's OK, I
probably deserved it.
That's true.
Well, you don't
have to agree with me.
Look, I don't want to start
anything all over again.
I just get the most
wonderful news ever.
What, did we win the lottery?
No,
Tuck, it's better than that.
What could be
better than that?
The best thing could
ever happen to us.
The very best thing.
But look, I don't want
to talk over this thing.
Wait till you get home
before I tell you.
I'm on my way.
I love you, Tuck.
Me, too.
Whatever it is, forget it.
Count me out.
I think it's a bit late
for that, wouldn't you say?
There's really nothing
to worry about,
all the loose ends have
been tied up very neatly.
There's just this
one little thing
that is beginning to bother me.
This officer of yours
by the name of Tucker.
He could become a problem.
Maybe you didn't hear me.
I said, I'm out and
you're on your own.
David, let's be sensible.
You're the chairman of the
civilian operated police,
nobody can touch you.
Hoffman, the governor and
every politician in this state
is on my ass about this
thing and the public
is screaming for blood.
And you know something?
It's not going to be mine.
Now, do you understand it?
Yes.
Yes, I believe I do.
That's good.
Did I ever show you
this picture, David?
Lovely family you've
got there, David.
Lovely.
Funny thing about families.
One day they're
together, nice and cozy,
everything perfect, and the
next day, tragedy strikes.
And little by little,
everything falls apart.
Right.
What do you want me to do?
Hey!
I'm home!
Hi honey!
Huh?
Come on, come on,
come on, sit down.
You stay right here
and I'll be right back.
Hey, Tucker.
What's up, Cindi?
Ooh, I've got another
hot one for you.
Give it to somebody
else, I'm off.
Oh, I don't think you
want to miss this one, Tucker.
You know that guy you
brought in this morning?
He broke out.
Killed three cops doing it.
Ow.
I don't know.
But of course, I do know
where the gang's hiding out.
You want it?
You know I do.
15% this time, Tucker.
15%?
What happened to 10%?
Inflation.
So we've got a deal or not?
Deal.
They're in that warehouse
down on 6th Street by the docks.
How do you find
this stuff out?
For 15%, I'd found
out anything, Tucker.
Good luck.
Shit.
Tucker!
I gotta go.
I'll be back as soon
as I can, honey.
John Tucker, civilian
operated police.
You have committed a crime
and been found guilty.
You have a right to die.
If you choose to
relinquish that right,
you will be arrested
and imprisoned.
What's it going to be,
I'm kind of in a hurry.
Joke's on you, cop.
Wrong.
Woo hoo hoo hoo!
Hey!
Whoa!
Woohoo!
Come on!
Come on, John!
How the hell did
you know where I was?
- How did I know where you were?
- Yeah.
What the hell kind
of question is that?
Look, let's start this
conversation over again, OK.
You go first.
Something like, hey, good to see
you, Bill, thanks for my ass,
Bill.
Yeah, I guess I
do owe you one, kid.
That's it, huh?
Well, I guess that's
better than nothing.
What the hell were
you doing back there?
It was a setup.
They were waiting for me.
You sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Sounds to me like somebody
wants you off this case.
Figured that out, did you?
Tucker?
Tucker, are you there?
Now's not a good time, Marion.
Tuck, you promised
to come right home.
Marion, I'm a
little busy right now.
It's very important to me.
Tuck, are you listening to me?
I'm doing my best.
Tuck, are you
coming home or not?
Why won't you talk to me?
Not now, Marion!
Then don't bother
coming home at all.
Shut up!
What?
I didn't say anything.
Keep it that way.
I'm getting
tired of this shit.
Me, too.
Now?
Time as any.
God, I love that.
Jesus.
Now you tell me
exactly how this could happen,
because I really want to know.
You got me.
I had 10 good men
waiting for that joker.
You're trying to tell
me that one cop simply
walked through 10 of our men?
Seems that way.
I know what it seems
like, but I have a very
difficult time believing it.
One cop is not going
to stand in my way.
You understand, Dugan?
I want him taken out.
I want him taken out and buried
so deep he'll never be found,
and I want you to
make sure it happens.
If you cannot find him, then
find a way to get to him.
In either case, I
will not tolerate
another failure in this matter.
Do I make myself
clear, Mr. Dugan?
Absolutely.
Where's Cindi?
Got me.
Home, I guess.
What's her address?
I can't give it to you,
it's against regulations.
Yeah, well, so is kicking
the shit out of you,
but that's what we're
going to do if you
don't give us her address.
Have a nice day.
Do you have what I requested?
Of course I do.
When Mr. Mickland asks me to
do something, I just do it.
I don't ask questions,
I just do it.
That's the kind of guy I am.
May I have it?
Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
So, uh.
What are you guys
going to do to Tucker?
Going to take him out?
That's it, isn't it.
Yeah, I bet that's it.
Hey, hey, don't worry about me.
Like I said, I just
do what I'm told.
My mouth is shut, I
don't know nothing.
That's good to
hear, Mr. Monroe.
Unfortunately, it's just
not quite good enough.
Hey, come on--
Marion.
Marion, are you there?
Must be off the hook.
Ah, don't worry
about her so much.
Women always act a little
crazy when they're pregnant,
you know that.
What did you say?
I said women always
act a little crazy.
She didn't tell you, did she?
I fucked up.
Come on, man, where you going?
Got a little stop
I want to make first.
What the hell
are you doing, man?
Crazy.
First you show
up out of nowhere
and pull me into this thing.
Then I get set up
and you just happen
to know right where that is.
And now you tell me my
wife is pregnant before she
even tells me about it.
I want to know who
you are, and where
you're from, and
what you are, and I
want to know it right now, OK.
I can't tell you.
Well.
let me see if I can
change your mind.
Am I getting through to you?
No more freebies.
Now don't do that
again, because I really
don't want to kick your ass.
I don't think there will
be problem about that, kid.
I tried to warn you.
Come on.
You had enough yet?
Uh uh.
You?
Nah.
Just give me a second.
OK.
I'm from the future.
Come on, you gotta do
better than that, kid.
Look, some friends of mine,
they built a time portal.
I volunteered to
be the guinea pig,
they let me choose
when and where.
So I read up on your cases,
they flipped the switch,
and here I am, 30
years in the past.
You read up on the cases?
Well, then you must know
who's behind all it.
Sure.
Jake Hoffman.
Why-- why didn't you tell
me that the first place?
Wouldn't have
made any difference.
You're going to find out anyway.
Besides, it would have
ruined all the fun.
Oh, yeah, the fun.
Let me
get this straight.
You know everything
that's going to happen?
No, not really.
I mean, not in any detail.
You never did fill
out reports, John.
Hey, uh.
Marion's really pregnant?
Um.
Is it a boy or a girl?
Ah!
No, never mind, I
don't want to know.
Come on.
Let's go.
Ow!
Tucker!
Tucker!
You set me up, Cindi.
No, no I did not.
I got that information straight
out of the main computer.
You mean it was
planted in there?
Had to be.
Somebody could put that stuff
in there knowing damn well I'd
see it first and tip you off.
When I heard what
happened to you,
I went back in to
try and trace it.
It was gone, Tucker.
Just wiped clean, just
like it was never there.
Must have come from--
Somebody's killing everybody
who has any contact with me.
Yeah, I've noticed that.
Marion.
Take the back.
You got it.
Marion.
No way, man.
Something's wrong.
I mean, something's
really wrong.
This was not supposed to happen!
30 years from now, man,
this house is still here.
You sure about that?
How do you know?
Of course I'm sure, man,
I saw it just before I left.
Marion?
Is she--
No.
No, man, she didn't die.
I mean, not in my past.
What the hell does that mean?
I don't know.
It means-- things can change.
Things can change, because--
because I'm here.
That's what it means.
Where are you going?
I'm going to get drunk!
Alone!
OK?
We just located him.
Should be over in a few hours.
You just be certain
nothing goes wrong.
I'm looking forward to
the pleasure of killing
this Mr. Tucker personally.
John Tucker?
Who's asking?
I got a message
from Jake Hoffman.
You want to see your wife
alive again, you come with us.
She's alive.
Come on, let's go.
You tell Hoffman
he's going to die.
Second thought,
I'll tell him myself.
Going someplace?
Yeah, as a matter
of fact, I've
got a meeting with the
governor this afternoon.
Can we talk about this later?
I don't think so.
You'll never get it
out of the drawer.
You set me up, Mickland.
You set me up to be killed.
Listen, Tucker.
I didn't want to do it.
They made me do it.
Where is he?
I don't know.
I swear to God I don't know.
Listen, I can't tell you.
If I do, he'll kill
my whole family.
4504 Beverly Glen.
If my wife dies.
What took you so long?
I've been waiting
for you all morning.
Why didn't you open
the damn door for me?
More fun watching.
Grab
some of this stuff,
we've got bad guys to catch.
You asshole.
There's a guy out front,
wants to talk to you.
Says he can deliver Tucker.
Bring him in.
Jake, what's happening, man?
Who are you?
It doesn't really
matter who I am.
Do you mind?
I'm starving, can
I have a minute?
This stuff looks great.
Needs a little bit of garlic,
though, wouldn't you say?
Shoot him.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, Jakey!
Shooting at the dinner table?
Didn't anybody ever
teach you any manners?
Besides, I brought dessert.
Where'd you get that?
Ah, but the question is, how
are you going to get it back?
I got it all.
All 200 pounds.
What do you want?
Bring Tucker's wife to
the wharf on 5th Street.
One hour.
You'll get it all back.
Enjoy your meal.
Nice dress.
Thank you.
Shut up.
What was your
father like, Tucker?
Why?
Just curious, I guess.
Was he like you?
Well, he was a cop.
LAPD, if that's what you mean.
Yeah, mine too.
I guess it runs
in the blood, huh?
I guess so.
Do you miss him?
Very much.
I never knew mine.
Know what to do?
Everything's been arranged.
I hope you enjoy
watching your husband die.
I certainly will.
You're the one
that's going to die.
Showtime.
This place is
crawling with snipers.
I know.
So.
I finally come face to face
with the dumbest cop in town.
Flattery's not going
to get you anywhere.
A sense of humor.
That's good.
I understand, Mr.
Tucker, that you have
something which belongs to me.
Where is it?
Close.
Let's see it.
Where's Marion?
Dugan.
Tucker!
Shut up!
Five seconds,
Tucker, or this gentlemen
puts a bullet in her head.
Take him out.
Do it now.
I think now would
be a good time.
What's he doing?
Wait a minute, back them off.
Don't do it, Tucker.
Send her over, now.
Get in the truck, Marion.
All right, you've
got what you wanted.
Now drop the lighter.
You heard what the man said.
Sure did.
Kill him!
Get down on the floor, Marion!
This ain't getting any better.
We better split up.
Hoffman!
You have the right to die.
Use it.
I liked that.
Hate to spoil all your
fun, but it's time to die.
You're first, Tucker.
There ain't no one left
to save you now, Tucker!
Billy!
Billy!
I'm all right, I think.
I was supposed to
die today, wasn't I?
That's why you came back.
Run, Marion!
Run!
Thanks, pal.
I don't think I
could top that act.
Neither do I.
Tucker!
Either she dies, or you die!
It really doesn't matter to me.
Drop the gun belts.
Drop the gun belts!
You shoot her, I shoot you.
You're bluffing.
Fine.
Put it this way, Hoffman.
This might be your lucky day.
You let her go, you got
a second chance to live.
Nah.
Ahh!
Well, time's almost up.
I guess I'd better be going.
Will we ever see you again?
About seven months.
You're my--
Who was that?
Marion, you'd
never believe me.
You'd never believe me.
Come on, honey.
Let's go home.
Yeah, sure.
Let's go home.
Oh, honey, uh.
about the house.