wyatt earp's here to mop up for us. very funny. wyatt earp. sam. oh, wow, gee whiz, look here. know, we're always fascinated when we find leg irons with no legs in them. who held the keys, sir? me. where are those keys at? i don't know. care to revise your statement, sir? what? do you want to change your bird brain story, sir? he might've got out. he might've got out. what the hell is this? a minute ago, you were telling me he's part of the wreckage, and now he might've got out? listen up, ladies and gentlemen! our fugitive has been on the run for 90 minutes. the average foot speed over uneven ground barring injury is 4 miles an hour. that give us a radius of 6 miles. 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 15 miles. your fugitive's name is dr. richard kimble. go get him. [siren] look, please, don't renee. i got 3 very unhappy dead people here. put him on. stevens, it's cosmo.