The Fugitive Page #6
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1993
- 130 min
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SHERIFF:
On whose authority?
GERARD:
By authority of the Governor of the
State of Illinois and the office of
the United States Marshal, 5th
District Northern Illinois...
Poole produces State and Federal authorization documents
from one of her pockets and hands it to the young Sheriff.
SHERIFF:
(back-down beat)
Okay. You want jurisdiction over
this mess, you got it.
(to assistants)
Shut it down. Wyatt Earp is here to
mop up for us.
He slaps the file of fax-photos at Gerard on his way out.
Just as Biggs, spotless, eases ino the group with Kimble's
manacles. Behind Biggs we see Newman, covered in mud.
Seeing the leg irons, the Sheriff and his deputies pile to
a stop. Now Gerard takes his run at Old Guard.
GERARD:
Please, ladies and gentlemen, step
back and give this poor man some
room.
Like an obedient dog the press backs off, they sense a
change of story and command.
Gerard kneels down with Poole and Renfro in front of the
Old Guard. The Sheriff hovers near.
GERARD:
(friendly, to Old
Guard)
Always an interesting thing when we
find leg irons and no legs in them
who held the keys, sir?
OLD GUARD:
Uh, me.
GERARD:
Would you be so kind as to show them
to me, sir?
Gerard's large hand extends palm up at the Old Guard.
The Old Guard pats his pockets, comes up empty. He eyes the
press hovering just out of earshot.
GERARD:
Second chance.
Poole reopens the file of photos in front of the man.
The Old Guard can't take it - points to Kimble's photo.
OLD GUARD:
(cracking)
He mighta got out.
GERARD:
Thank you.
SHERIFF:
What the hell is this? A minute ago
you tell me he's part of the
wreckage, now you're -
GERARD:
Renfro - Take that bus apart. I want
an accurate body count. Poole - Set
up operations right here.
He stops and looks into the TV lights and starts moving
downtrack. The media and State Police move with him like
Israelites behind Moses.
GERARD:
Ladies and gentlemen... our
fugitive's been on the run for
ninety minutes. Average foot speed
over uneven ground - barring injury
is approximately four miles an hour,
giving us a radius of six miles. I
want a hard-target search of any
residence, gas station, farmhouse,
henhouse, doghouse and outhouse in
that area. Check-points go up at
15 miles.
(to media)
You got that? Good. Now, turn
those damn things off and get out
of our way.
INT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT
ROARS... just above the treetops. Helicopter speeds up a
dark river. Its tracking beam illuminates the river bank.
Flashing lights. Two highway patrol cars set up roadblocks.
The SQUAWK of police RADIOS breaks the rural quiet. A moment
later a HELICOPTER ROARS overhead.
EXT. TRACKS - NIGHT
Kimble moves down train tracks. His jumpsuit is wet with
blood from the gash. He pauses and checks the wound. He's
going to need stitches.
Far down the tracks he sees glow of town lights. He keeps
moving.
EXT. TRESTLE - DAWN
Kimble crosses a tressel, keeps running toward the direction
of the lights.
A junk yard by railroad tracks and a road. Signs along the
road show we're on the edge of town. One says: Hospital-1/2
mile.
Kimble runs from a streak up to the railroad tracks. As he
nears the junk yard and road he sees the hospital sign.
He's close but he can't go into the hospital in his prison
jumpsuit. He leans against a wrecked car and catches his
breath.
Just then a tow truck pulling a car on its hook, turns off
the road and parks next to the tracks. Kimble ducks for
The driver climbs out, dumps his coveralls in the front
seat and closes the door.
He moves toward a house across the tracks, then forgets
something and returns to the cab. He throws open the door
and grabs lunch box off the seat - and we notice the
coveralls missing from the seat.
As the driver returns to the house we MOVE TO the opposite
side of the car to find Kimble, ducked beneath the window,
clutching the coveralls.
A crude headquarters is set up beneath a tent, near the
crash site. Maps are laid out on tables. Power and phone
lines are pulled down from the lines running along the
tracks. Renfro supervises the electronics.
Poole handles phones, takes a report from the field and
relays it to Gerard.
POOLE:
Blood trail found. Two miles
southwest.
GERARD:
(to Biggs)
Type it and match it against all
four prisoners.
(to Renfro)
Renfro, get an I.D. fax on Kimble to
every local hospital.
(to Newman)
Newman...
Newman appears.
NEWMAN:
Yes, sir...
GERARD:
I need some coffee.
As Newman steps off, everyone turns at sound of SHOUTING
from the train crash.
ANGLE - TRAIN CRASH
A RESCUE WORKER shouts up to others.
WORKER:
Hey, one's alive!
EXT. RURAL HOSPITAL - LOADING DOCK - MORNING
Loading dock outside the E.R. A WORKER stacks boxes of food
outside kitchen entrance. Kimble, in the tow truck
operator's coveralls, picks up a box and carries it inside.
Once inside he branches off down a hallway.
INT. RURAL HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - MORNING
A door opens on a long hallway. A DOCTOR, CHILD with a
bandaged hand, and a MOTHER leave a room and walk TOWARD us.
Behind them, Kimble moves down the hall and stops in front
of the doorway.
KIMBLE'S POV - MINOR PROCEDURES ROOM
CUT TO:
INT. RURAL HOSPITAL - MINOR PROCEDURES ROOM - MORNING
Kimble closes the door and locks it. Hanging on the back of
the door we see a doctor's white coat.
CUT TO:
EXT. HOSPITAL - MORNING
An Illinois State Trooper's car pulls up outside.
CUT TO:
CLOTH-COVERED INSTRUMENT TRAY
On it we see:
A packaged sterilized bandage, an openedantiseptic wash, an opened topical anesthetic, and an empty
syringe. We PULL BACK to find:
KIMBLE:
His wound bathed in orange antiseptic wash, three stitches
already in. With pair of forceps he picks up the needle as
he sutures himself.
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL HALLWAY - LONG SHOT (MOS) - MORNING
At far end of the hall we see a STATE TROPER chatting with a
DUTY NURSE at a nurses' station.
CUT TO:
INT. PROCEDURE'S ROOM - MORNING
Kimble, his bandage already in place, gives himself a shot
of antibiotics.
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL - MAN'S ROOM - DAY
A man, tube in nose, on two I.V.s, lays in bed with eyes
closed. Kimble comes INTO FRAME near his face.
KIMBLE:
Can you hear me, sir?
No response. The man is out of it. Kimble backtracks to the
patient's closet and opens it. Hanging inside we see his
clothes. He removes them and notices the man's untouched
breakfast tray.
CUT TO:
INT. RURAL HOSPITAL - NURSES' DUTY STATION - DAY
The Duty Nurse and State Trooper chat when a fax begins
NURSE:
There's your fax...
CUT TO:
INT. PATIENT'S BATHROOM - DAY
Kimble dressing in the man's clothes. He eats a piece of
toast - part of the man's breakfast - as he buttons up his
shirt.
ANGLE - PATIENT
His arm slowly reaches out and presses his nurses call
button.
CUT TO:
INT. NURSES' STATION - DAY
A fax photograph of Richard Kimble slowly comes off the
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