Eraser

Synopsis: U.S. Marshal deputy John Kruger is one of the toughest Marshals, his methods are to "Erase" The identities of his witnesses he is assigned to protect. Meanwhile, a woman named Lee Cullen who works for a corporation named Cyrez performed an undercover job for the FBI to unveil a top secret weapon which uses an electromagnetic pulse to dispatch targets. Cyrez discovered this about Lee and are now out to kill her, Kruger's job is now to protect Lee so she can testify against Cyrez. But, when Kruger was assigned to perform a job with another Marshal named Robert Deguerin, he discovers that Deguerin is behind some kind of scam that will involve the EM Gun, which will change hands to a Russian criminal if Kruger does not stop them, Kruger must not only protect Lee's life but his own.
Genre: Action, Drama, Mystery
Director(s): Chuck Russell
Production: Warner Home Video
  Nominated for 1 Oscar. Another 3 wins & 1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
6.1
Metacritic:
56
Rotten Tomatoes:
36%
R
Year:
1996
115 min
1,276 Views


You couldn't hide, Johnny!

Nobody hides from us!

Sh*t!

Get me ice. I broke my goddamn hand.

Sure, boss.

F*** you!

Just do me!

Sure, Johnny. But first...

...Mr. Canelli wants a little souvenir.

Open up!

Open up!

We'll send this to your

Witness Protection buddies.

See if it sings on its own.

They can take it to the trial.

Open up!

Benny?

Who the hell are you?

Close your eyes.

Who are you?!

Shut up!

You too!

It's okay.

Do what he says.

Don't move. You're dead.

I need the clothes you're wearing.

Your ring.

Your watch.

All your IDs.

Now.

Do it!

Come with me.

Grab the other one.

Let's go.

Put your clothes on them. Move!

There's been a murder

at 232 Alden Drive.

Send the police.

They killed you, then

turned on each other.

Right.

You sons-of-b*tches.

Sh*t!

This doesn't work without an audience.

Outside. Let's go.

Get in.

Thank you.

Thank you. Anything you

ever need, just ask me.

You endangered your life and

the U.S. Marshals protecting you.

What?

You went to your old restaurant.

You went back to Gennaro's?

Johnny, are you stupid?!

It's the osso buco.

I was f***ing dying for a decent meal!

Next time, you're dead!

This only happens once.

Get out.

That was our ride!

Let's go.

Go.

You won't see me again.

But I'll know your every move.

Use your heads, lie low

and no one will hurt you.

Skip out on your testimony and I'll

deliver you to the Canelli family.

I promise.

I owe you big time. I'm a

stand-up guy, you got it?

You ever need anything, you

let me know. What's your name?

Honey, he doesn't want to be pen pals.

Smile. You've just been erased.

John, would you look at something?

One is from our shop, the others

are real. What do you think?

That's the fake.

Who the hell is that?

If I tell you, I'd have to kill you.

Shut up and run this again.

With a little sleight of hand...

...one very dead John Doe trades

places with one very live scumbag.

Robert, sit down.

You know...

...if God was as forgiving as WITSEC...

...hell would be one empty joint.

God doesn't have our court system.

I understand you had a busy night.

A witness got careless.

-I see.

-I had to defuse the situation.

And that included breaking

into the county morgue?

Someone taught me that improvisation

is the heart of field work.

It was you.

In the old days. Weather's changed.

Now every a**hole in

Congress is down our backs.

I'm telling you to walk softly.

That's why Beller called me in?

Because of the morgue?

No, no, no.

He doesn't know anything about that.

I don't think he has to.

Shadow Ops still has some privileges.

You're right.

John...

...good work.

I had a good teacher.

Bullshit.

You had the best.

under WITSEC protection...

...and not one with a profile like this.

That bad?

That good. This young

lady, Miss Cullen...

...is a real live, bona fide...

...honest person.

Then why does she need us?

She's a senior executive

at Cyrez Corporation.

They're major defense contractors.

Top-secret weapons research.

Looks like someone inside

Cyrez is selling out Uncle Sam.

Feds need her to prove their case.

She's the key witness in the

hottest scandal since lran-Contra.

-When does this go down?

-Tomorrow.

The sting's in place.

When it's over, she's all yours.

Sealed file on relocate.

Your eyes only.

As usual, only you and I will be privy

to the exact location of your witness.

But, John...

...there are some serious

players in Washington...

...who could be badly burned.

So could she.

Welcome to Cyrez Corporation.

Morning, Dave.

She's in.

Anything yet?

Not yet.

That's right, lady. We're right here.

We're on.

Hear me?

We hear you.

I look okay?

Tell her she looks great.

Not bad, Miss Cullen.

Not bad for an amateur.

We're right with you.

Yeah.

Then let's do it.

-Good morning, Miss Cullen.

-Good morning.

Station C?

Yes.

And how long today?

Okay.

You're doing just fine, Lee.

Hope we bought the right combination.

Bingo!

Sh*t!

It's okay. We lose

transmission in the vault.

What now?

Now we wait.

She's only got 5 minutes

till the shift change.

What's taking so long?

Sweetheart, you've got 2 minutes left.

Shouldn't have used her.

Sh*t! She's out of time.

Welcome back, Lee. We're with you.

Miss Cullen...

...Mr. Donahue would like to see you.

In a minute.

He said right now.

-What's going on?

-They made us.

Check the directory.

Where's Donahue's office?

I know.

Get ready to roll. It could go south.

What is it, William?

Someone I trusted for 5 years.

Someone I told others could be trusted.

I was pulling--

Don't!

We're way beyond bullshit here.

Who do you work for?

Sh*t, we're dead.

I should ask you that question.

I thought it was for the U.S.

government.

Come on, Lee.

What do you think we do here?

This isn't the Red Cross.

We make weapons.

Things that kill people.

If the government won't pay the cost...

...it's my job to find someone who will.

Treason is part of the

corporate strategy?

I asked who you were working for.

You didn't tell me.

My God.

Holy sh*t.

Christ.

Get her out of there.

What is this?

A camera?

For the FBl, William.

They heard everything you just said.

They're watching us now.

And you think that makes you safe?

You...

...have no f***ing idea!

How could you do this to me?

I hope you understand, Lee.

You leave me no choice.

Wait a minute! Stop her!

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