The Fugitive Page #5
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1993
- 130 min
- 2,314 Views
KIMBLE:
Just where the hell are we?
The Old Guard feels it too. He gets down on his knees and
looks out one of the shattered, barred windows.
OLD GUARD:
Oh, sh*t...
EXT. RAILROAD TRACKS - NIGHT
The bus lies across railroad tracks. A not-too-distant bend
grows bright by the light of an approaching train.
INT. BUS - NIGHT
Kimble sees:
Old Guard fights the cage door. Kimble lungesto his side.
KIMBLE:
It's locked. Where're your keys?
EXT. RAILROAD TRACKS - NIGHT
Downtrack, one Cyclops light appears.
INT. BUS - NIGHT
Kimble spots keys. Pitches them to Old Guard. Drags Young
Guard to the front for a quick exit. But Old Guard fumbles
the key-ring, his hands shaking as much as the bus.
The train light spider-webs across cracked windows. Kimble
snatches the keys away from the Guard's trembling hands.
KIMBLE:
Which one? This? This one?!
Old Guard gulps a nod. Kimble jams a key in the lock. Throws
the door open. Grabs Young Guard.
KIMBLE:
Help me get him -
But Old Guard climbs right over Kimble's back and climbs out
the shattered windshield.
Copeland escapes through the hole in the back...
EXT. BUS - NIGHT
... and hits the ground running the other way. The
locomotive's headlight reveals the toppled bus.
INT. BUS - NIGHT
Train light grows. A nanosecond of uncertainty: Should
Kimble leave the wounded man? Kimble and the Young Guard
hold a look.
EXT. RAILROAD TRACKS - NIGHT
Kimble struggles out of the bus - pulling the Young Guard
behind him. He slings the man clear.
SCREECHING death, the TRAIN SKIDS closer.
For one heartbeat, Kimble remains perched atop the bus.
The train light X-rays him.
Kimble leaps. Lands. Rolls. Gains his feet. Tries to sprint
away but can't:
His feet are still chained. He gets off aIMPACT:
A hundred tons of STEEL SLAMS into the bus,splitting it open.
Shrapnel rips through Kimble's thigh, but he stays on his
feet, still running feverish half-steps.
An EXPLOSION envelops the train. Flames stream down its
flanks.
The train burns past the wounded Guard.
Kimble looks back, expecting to see the catastrophe behind
him. But he gets the shock of his life - of any man's life:
Still on its wheels, the locomotive is derailing - and coming
after him. It's the stuff of nightmares: One little man being
chased by a fire-breathing locomotive.
The train burrows to a stop.
Kimble is suddenly five feet taller, standing on an upheaval
of earth, staring eyeball-to-eyeball with the train that
nearly devoured him. He pants. Coughs on smoke. Then notices
something in his hand.
It's the key-ring.
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
Kimble sits and searches the key-ring for manacle key.
Suddenly a hand reaches down and snatches the key-ring away.
COPELAND (O.S.)
Give me that.
Kimble watches as Copeland quickly unlocks both sets of his
own chains.
COPELAND:
You listen to me. I don't give a
damn which way you go, just don't
follow me.
Kimble takes the key as Copeland wraps his chains around his
arm and runs. Kimble unlocks his leg irons and runs in the
other direction - crossing a hilltop in the moonlight.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. CRASH SITE (SOUTHERN ILLINOIS) - NIGHT
News and sheriff's department choppers circle billowing
smoke. TILT DOWN to reveal the derailed train. Fire engines
hose down the blackened locomotive. Rescue workers work
feverishly with jaws-of-life to get into the mangled
wreckage. Illuminated by spotlights, transportation
investigators in blue coveralls pick through the twisted
remains of the bus. State troopers restrain spectators.
Two American-made rental cars pull up. Four deputy U.S.
marshals emerge:
BIGGS. Swaggering Midwestern carnivore. Built like a brick
shithouse.
RENFRO. Bantam-rooster of a man, no more than 140 pounds
fully-equipped.
POOLE. Black woman. Nobody minds having her around during
nut-cuttin' time.
NEWMAN, a scrub-faced G-5.
From the second car steps GERARD. He takes in the media
spectacle.
GERARD:
Good lord...
REFRO:
What is this... a circus?
As a group they begin moving along the service road above
the crash site. Derailed train cars are accortianed below
them. They take in the elements of the crash and as they
walk each begins to reveal their U.S. Marshal's credentials.
Biggs spots something...
BIGGS:
Point of impact.
... and branches off.
GERARD:
Biggs, your turn to babysit Newman.
BIGGS:
Sh*t.
(to Newman)
Come on.
They drop down to the crash site. Poole ant Renfro remain
with Gerard.
A state TROOPER steps into their path, but falls away when he
sees Gerard's Marshall star.
GERARD:
How ya doing? Who's in charge?
TROOPER:
Sheriff Rollins. Just follow the
lights -
Gerard follows his point to where TV lights illuminate the
scene. He shakes his head - it doesn't please him.
Renfro and Poole share a look, they seem to know what's
about to happen.
ANGLE - OLD GUARD
Seated near a tree. A space blanket draped over his
shoulders. He is surrounded by EMT personnel, and a YOUNG
SHERIFF, clearly basking in the event. Television remote
news crews are kept only slight back. Gerard appears in the
b.g., listening.
OLD GUARD:
... train was bearin' down on us,
fast. I don't know how - it's still
kind of hazy - but I grabbed him
and pushed him out of the bus.
SHERIFF:
You coulda both been killed.
OLD GUARD:
I know, but hell, he's my partner.
Woulda done the same for me.
The young Sheriff in charge nods, buying the story. Gerard
eases forward, displays his badge, interrupts.
GERARD:
Excuse me, Sheriff Rollins? Deputy
SHERIFF:
(annoyed)
I'll be with you in a minute.
The television lights widen to illuminate Gerard. He shields
his eyes. The Sheriff opens a file and produces fax-photos
of all four prisoners.
SHERIFF:
(to Old Guard)
For the record. These three dead.
And this one...
He switches to a photo of Kimble.
OLD GUARD:
Well, everything happened so fast...
(bites lip, decides)
Huh-uh. Don't think he made it.
Sheriff eyes the wreckage that could entomb a hundred
prisoners, then files Kimble's fax-photo with the others.
SHERIFF:
You get some rest.
He pats the Guard on the shoulder and approaches Gerard.
SHERIFF:
Looks like you came a long way for
nothing. My men've already done a
impact and found nothing.
INTERCUT WITH:
ANGLE - CULVERT
Biggs and Newman stop by the muddy culvert. Biggs sees
something. He orders Newman into the muck after it.
GERARD:
Aware of media, proceeds patiently with the young Sheriff.
GERARD:
With all due respect, may I suggest
check-points starting at a 15-mile
radius on I-57, I-24, Route 13 east
of -
SHERIFF:
Whoa, whoa, whoa... For what?
Prisoners are all dead. The only
thing check-points will do is get a
lot of good people out here frantic
and flood my office with calls.
Gerard finally touches eyeballs with the young Sheriff and
we get our first taste of Gerard at close range.
GERARD:
(beat)
Well, sh*t, Sheriff, I'd hate for
that to happen... So, I'll be
taking over the investigation.
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