Moving Target Page #4

Synopsis: Toby Kellogg is an aspiring musician, who's sent off to music school over the summer. Not wishing to stay away from his band and potential girlfriend, he slips away late one night, where soon after police storm his sleeping dorm in looking for him. He returns home, expecting further grief from his folks and disappointment from his kid brother David, only to find his family is nowhere to be found, in fact house is completely devoid of all it's contents...in-short abandoned. He isn't aware that his father stumbled across a mafia conspiracy and has been spirited away along with his wife and son, by witness protection program. But none of that matters know since an ace assassin has just gunned down his closest friend in mistaken identity and is now back to correct his goof.
Genre: Crime, Drama, Mystery
Director(s): Chris Thomson
Production: NBC
 
IMDB:
5.9
NOT RATED
Year:
1988
100 min
76 Views


The kellogg kid was

At the party. I know it.

Well, i suggest

You find him.

I never asked your name.

Jeff. You're tim, right?

Yeah.

That's a great jacket

You got there.

I was talking

To a kid at the party

Who had that coat on.

Yeah, toby kellogg.

But we got into a fight--

Yeah, toby. I promised him

A ride in my car.

Forget it. He took off

A long time ago.

Let's go find him.

Forget it.

The way he's acting,

He'll be gone

For a couple of days.

I know who you are.

I saw you on tv

Last night, right?

Come on.

Whoo.

Take a look at that view.

What are we doing

Out here?

The party's back that way,

And we didn't even

Get any beer.

Come on.

Isn't this something?

Get out of the car.

What are you doing, man?

( jeff chuckles

Nervously )

Put that thing away.

What is this, man?

What did i do?

Nothing.

It's my fault.

What is? Come on,

The joke is over.

Would you put

That thing away?

Don't worry

About it, jeff.

You won't feel a thing,

I promise.

Come on, man,

You're making me

Nervous here.

Shh shh shh.

Quiet.

Just look at the view.

Ha ha.

It's beautiful, huh?

Come on, man.

Think about

All of those people

Down there, and...

And it's really no big deal.

You know, kid...

Life goes on.

( siren )

( keyboards playing )

Don't stop.

That was nice.

The cops

Are looking for you.

When?

Darrin:
they showed up

At the party.

They said that you

Weren't in any trouble,

But they wouldn't tell us

Why they wanted you.

Must be a federal offense

To run away from camp.

Where's ack?

Good question.

He hasn't even

Come home yet.

Probably got lucky.

I'm gonna bail.

Me, too.

I have to go to work

In the morning.

Don't go.

No, really, i must.

You meant her.

What happened

With you and jeff?

I was an ass.

Seems like a growing trend

In my character these days.

Do you want to talk?

My dad...is a crook.

What?

He's part of the mob

Or something.

This is

A really big company.

How do you know he's

Involved? Does it say?

It's right here.

"police are still

Trying to locate several

High-ranking corporate officers

Believed to be involved."

My dad was in charge

Of all this stuff.

Why don't you go home

And ask him about it?

There's nobody home.

There's nobody home.

They sent me

2,000 miles away...

And then they split.

That's why they

Sent me off to camp.

You mean they're gone?

They just ran away?

The house

Is completely empty.

There's nothing there.

Boy, kind of takes the fun

Out of running away

When they ditch you first.

You're telling me.

Maybe you should

Go talk to the police.

No way.

Don't be so paranoid.

They said you

Weren't in trouble.

Do you believe

Everything you hear?

They're cops.

And yes, i'm in trouble.

They have me written up

As a runaway.

I know, but what about

Your family?

What about 'em? They bailed.

He's wanted by the police.

But you don't know that.

What are

The police gonna do?

Put a picture of my family

On the side of a milk carton?

Look, they don't want me...

And i don't want them.

I just don't think that

They would abandon you.

As far as kids go,

You're not that bad.

Oh, yeah?

No. I don't think so.

In fact, i think that

You're kind of great.

What do you know?

Not much.

You want to adopt me?

Sure. No problem.

Think your parents will mind?

We won't tell 'em.

Oops. Ah-ah-ah.

I caught ya.

I heard voices. I thought

Jeff may be home by now.

No. He's still

At the party, i think.

Well, i have to go to bed.

Remind him that

He has to get up early.

We were thinking of going.

Oh, yes, i can tell.

Good night.

( chuckles )

I really do have to go.

Me, too.

So, what are you

Gonna do?

You can sleep on my couch

At my house if you want.

I think i'll just...

Walk around a little.

Where are you gonna go?

Anywhere i want.

No curfew tonight.

Hi, mom, dad.

I'm home.

I know it's 4:
00

In the morning.

So i'm grounded.

So what?

( squeaking )

( door creaks open,

Footsteps )

( stairs creaking )

( engine revs,

Tires screech )

Help!

Somebody help! Help!

Look out!

Couldn't let you have him,

Sport.

( police radio chatter )

Man:
they cordoned off

all traffic all the way down...

He was seen leaving the party

With a guy in a red ferrari.

They were making a beer run.

Who was the guy?

Nobody knows. Just another

Spoiled college kid.

Maybe this isn't

Even related.

It was a red ferrari

That slammed into morgan

Last night

And put him in a coma.

This kid is like

A moving needle

In a haystack.

Or a moving target.

All right, all right.

He's just a kid,

He's come home

To an empty house--

If you were him,

Where would you

Be right now?

Depends.

On what?

On if i'd looked

Over my shoulder

And seen what's coming.

So, who were they?

I don't know.

I didn't stick around

To find out.

I slept in the dugout

Near school

With the rest

Of the homeless.

Sorry. Some of these

Could use stitches.

Now i know why my dog quakes

With fear when he comes

Here. You're brutal.

So don't dive through

Any more windows.

So this is where

My little brother

Gets all his stuff.

Those glow-in-the-dark

Dog tags arrived

The day i left.

He was so psyched.

Special tags

For special dogs.

A lot of people

Have airedales.

But not with a name

Like yours has.

I wonder if

They took him with.

Who, trevor or the dog?

Okay, that's good.

You're all done.

Yeah?

Did i miss anything?

No.

I know that look.

Puppies use it

When they're trying

To hide something.

No, really, it's nothing.

You sure you don't mind

If i use your scooter?

I just want to check out

A couple of places

And see what i can dig up.

Maybe they didn't make

Such a clean getaway.

Aah!

Okay, drop 'em.

Is this gonna sting?

Like we tell

The other patients,

If you're gonna play

With the big dogs,

You're gonna have to learn

How to pee in the tall grass.

Ohh!

( sighs )

Next.

Would it be cool

For me to check on

Someone's new address?

It's a dollar

For the search.

Give me the name and address

Of the party you wish to locate.

How about...

Fifty-eight cents?

Well, honey,

You gotta pay for the things

You want in this life.

Next.

( sighs )

Joseph kellogg. Nope.

Nothing listed.

What happens

To all their mail?

Goes back downtown,

I guess.

It just doesn't

Make sense.

Lots of things

Around this place

Don't make sense.

Maybe they don't

Want to be found. Next.

( telephone rings )

( ring )

Answering machine:

greetings. This is jeff.

i'm not able to get

to the phone right now.

just leave your name, number,

and the time you called.

i'll get back to you

just as soon as possible. Ciao.

( beep )

Toby on answering machine:

yo, jeff. Where are you?

i'm sorry about last night.

i should have told you

what was going on,

but i couldn't.

i mean, i'm a kid.

i screwed up, right?

so answer the phone.

( sighs )

Damn it, jeff.

Why aren't you home?

Megan:
dinkman.

( telephone rings )

Vet hospital.

May i help you?

Have you heard from ackley?

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