The Fugitive

CUT TO: INT. COOK COUNTY HOSPITAL - CLOSE ON KIMBLE'S I.D. - DAY
Anne and Gerard stand in the hallway. Gerard studies the I.D.
GERARD: A man posing as a janitor orders an emergency operation and all you do is pull his I.D.?
ANNE: (firmly) A little boy's alive today because he did something.
Gerard watches her eyes carefully.
GERARD: So, you weren't aware that when he escaped he was being transported to Menard State
Prison to begin a term of life imprisonment.
ANNE: For what?
GERARD: For murdering his wife.
Clearly this is news to Anne. Gerard almost smiles at her surprise.
GERARD: Thank you for your help, Doctor.
He moves to the position Anne saw Kimble with the kid's gurney. Trying to imagine what Kimble was doing at that place. Renfro and the other deputies converge.
RENFRO: What I can't figure is, if you were Kimble, why'd you take a major league chance of hanging around a trauma ward?
Gerard considers this as a Man passes him. Gerard notices something.
RENFRO: The place would be crawling with cops.
Slowly Gerard separates from the group of deputies and follows the Man down the hall.
The Man Gerard is following turns the corner to the Prosthetic hallway and realizing Gerard is following him, holds the hallway door open for Gerard.
MAN: Can I help you find something?
GERARD: Thank you, sir, I think you already have.
We see the Man has a prosthetic arm and that they are outside the door marked: ffb PROSTHETIC CLINIC.

INT. PHONE BOOTH - MORNING
Restaurant deserted at this hour. Kimble makes calls.
KIMBLE: Yes... This is Dr. Elway at Cook County. I'm doing follow-up work for the Prosthetic Clinic on Matthew Zelick... (beat) He did... I'm terribly sorry. No, I'll correct our files. Thank you. He scratches through another name. Three left. He dials another number.

INT. PROSTHETIC CLINIC - MORNING
Gerard and his deputies inside the Prosthetic Clinic. Artificial limbs are being tested, fitted. A technician fits a demonstration model on Biggs while Gerard and Poole work with the director of the institute and a data operator at the computer.
GERARD: The onearmed man. Missing the right or left hand?
POOLE: Right.
The operator enters that information. Dropping the number to 250... as Poole continues.
POOLE: ... age 35-45...

INTERCUT WITH: INT. PHONE BOOTH - DAY
Kimble on phone. He hangs up and scratches through another name. Two left. He dials another number.

INT. PROSTHETIC CLINIC - DAY
Poole looks up from her file to the computer screen. The number drops to 117...
GERARD: Location of the attachment.
POOLE: (from the report) Mid-humerus.

INT. PHONE BOOTH - CLOSE ON KIMBLE'S LIST - DAY: The next name is "Clive Driscoll." Kimble on phone, waits for answer.
KIMBLE (O.S.): Hello... looking for your brother, Clive. This is Ted Riley with the high school reunion committee. Believe it or not, 25 years is just around the corner, and Clive's on our list of lost souls. Information gave me a number, but when I tried it...
WIDER to reveal Kimble on the pay phone. The scrap of paper is his list-of-five.
KIMBLE: No kidding?... Armed robbery. (forced laughter) He's where?

CUT TO: INT. COMPUTER ROOM - DAY
Gerard looks at the screen. The number drops to 20.
RENFRO: It could take us a week to track down every one of those names.
Gerard picks up phone and dials a number.
GERARD (into phone): Stevens... I've got a list of names I want searched for criminal history.

CUT TO: EXT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - DAY
Kimble stands on a sidewalk, staring at the imposing edifice across the street. After a here-we-go breath, he starts through traffic.

INT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - LOBBY - DAY
Kimble waits for an elevator. It opens to reveal a pack of staring COPS.
ELEVATOR COP (catching door): Comin' or not?
Forcing his feet to move, Kimble boards...

INT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - ELEVATOR - DAY
... and pivots quickly. Elevator rises. Floor-indicator moves deathly slow. Kimble feels the breath of a dozen COPS on his neck. And just when his floor is mercifully about to arrive...
Overhead lights flicker, and the elevator jars to a stop between floors.
COPS: Aw, shit... Not now... Anybody bring a deck of cards?
Abruptly they're moving again. Kimble's heart restarts with the elevator.

INT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - VISITATION AREA - DAY
CLEARING OFFICER: (to visitor)Booth Three. No hands on the glass. Five minutes maximum. Be advised that under a Federal court ruling your conversation can be recorded. Next.
"Next" is Kimble. He steps to the counter.
CLEARING OFFICER: Name of inmate?
KIMBLE: Clive Driscoll.
The Clearing Officer spins his clipboard around.
CLEARING OFFICER: Sign here, print your name, address, and relationship to inmate below. (into mike) Two-zero-ten. Driscoll, Clive R. (to Kimble) Be about five minutes. You can wait in the hall.

INT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - MAIN LOBBY - DAY
Gerard and Biggs cross the lobby and stop in front of the desk; flash their U.S. Marshal's ID.
GERARD: (to clerk) We need to see a prisoner.
DESK CLERK: Fifth floor.
Gerard and Biggs head for the bank of el ffb evators.
BIGGS: It's hinky. Man risks everything to find a man his own investigators say doesn't exist. Something' really hinky about this thing.
Gerard looks at Biggs as they reach the elevators.
GERARD: I hate that word.
He hits the up button.

CUT TO: INT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - VISITATION AREA - DAY
Clearing Officer looks down the hall.
CLEARING OFFICER: Visitor for Driscoll...?
Kimble is on his feet.
CLEARING OFFICER: Booth seven. No hands on the glass. Be advised...
The Clearing Officer, head down, drones on -- doesn't notice Kimble is already gone. Kimble strides down the row of chairs, rounds the last partition to reach booth seven -- and to stare at the one-armed man, DRISCOLL, who waits there.
DRISCOLL: So whotre you?
CUT TO: MEMORY HIT - FACE OF HELEN'S KILLER
CUT TO: BACK TO SCENE
Driscoll's face is different. Driscoll is a black man.
KIMBLE: Sorry. I made a mistake.
DRISCOLL: Shit, that's okay. Stick around a few minutes, talk about whatever you want...
But Kimble is gone. Driscoll calls after him.
DRISCOLL: ... They're not exactly wired for cable downstairs, y'know?

INT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - CORRIDOR - DAY
Kimble exits the visitor's area. He sees another crowd of cops around the elevator again, opts for the door marked: STAIRS.

INT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - LOBBY - DAY
Biggs and Gerard wait for the elevator. Finally Gerard's had enough.
GERARD: Where're the damn stairs?
BIGGS: It's five flights!
GERARD: Then you wait.
He finds the door and starts up.

INT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - STAIRWELL - DAY
Kimble descending. Doors open and close throughout the stairwell but the traffic is light...
INTERCUT WITH... GERARD - Climbing the stairs. He reaches a landing -- and skims shoulders with Kimble, who pivots past on his way down.
Amazingly, neither man reacts. Not yet.
One flight above, Gerard's subconscious taps him on the shoulder and brings him to a dead stop. He leans over the stairwell railing to spy... Kimble spiraling downward. From this vantage, it could be any dark-haired man. But still...
GERARD: (a quick probe) Kimble.
Others look up out of curiosity... but not Kimble. Two landings below, he falters a step, then tries to regain his step, keeps moving.
But Gerard is pulling his Glock: The hitch in Kimble's stride told him everything.
GERARD: Kimble!
Kimble blitzes down the stairs. Gerard moves after him.

INT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - LOBBY - DAY
Kimble throws open a fire door and starts across the lobby. Sees two cops, quickly approaches.
KIMBLE: Officers - there's a man in the stairwell waving a gun and screaming.
The two cops rush to stairs and Kimble immediately moves toward the doors, fast but not running. Hoping to cloak himself in civilians.
ANGLE ON ELEVATORS
Biggs' elevator has finally arrived and emptied. He lets a woman on in front of him, oblivious to... Kimble moving...
The revolving exit doors loom nearer ant nearer.

INT. STAIRWELL - DAY
The two cops see Gerard. Gerard holds up his badge.
GERARD: U.S. Marshal! Get on the phone, call your commander, tell him there's a top-fifteen warrant in the building. Go.
He shoves the cops out of the way and pounds downstairs.

INT. LOBBY - DAY
Kimble closing in on the door when suddenly a KLAXON HORN sounds.
People stop in confusion. Automatically, the exit doors begin closing. Biggs pushes his way off the elevator. Kimble breaks into a sprint for the door.
GERARD bursts out the stairwell door after Kimble.
GERARD: Kimble. Stop!
But there's only one way of stopping Kimble.
KIMBLE enters the revolving doors as a big man enters from the outside. The big man sizes up the situation, realizes Kimble is fleeing and just before Kimble exits -- yanks on the door -- trapping hi ffb m partially inside the revolving door.
Other doors seal electronically. Biggs charges back, sees Gerard.
Kimble fights the heavy glass door. The big man resists -but slowly the crack widens. Gerard bulls through the crowd, shoves a man out of his line of fire.
GERARD: Down. down. everybody down!
With adrenal effort, Kimble wrings his body through the opening...

EXT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - DAY
... and makes it outside -- except for his foot -- caught like in a bear trap, as the door locks down. Harrowed, Kimble looks back over his shoulder at...
Gerard. Charging the glass doors. Civilians suck marble and clear out of Gerard's line of fire on Kimble. Gerard takes aim.
GERARD: Kimble. Stop!
It's Kimble's nightmare coming true. If he could chew off his leg right now, he would. He pulls at his foot just as

INT. FEDERAL LOCKUP - DAY
Gerard FIRES seven times in two seconds.
Kimble goes down. SHOTS and SCREAMS ECHO around the lobby. A long beat, then Gerard rises. THROUGH GLASS studded with bullet holes, he sees...
Kimble rising... staring back. Equally astounded that he's alive. He runs free.
GERARD: Open the doors!
Gerard pounds against the doors. Sees cratering in the glass -- and then sees flattened slugs all over the floor. It's bullet-proof glass. THROUGH the glass he sees Kimble rush across the street and disappear into the parade. Doors open and Gerard and his men follow.
But Kimble has disappeared into the parade celebrations outside. Blending in with the marchers.

CUT TO: EXT. HOTEL - MORNING
Kimble leaves a cheap hotel early the next morning. He wears a new set of clothes -- jeans, sport coat and tie -- than the day before, and the black hair coloring has been rinsed from his hair. He moves down the street.

INT. BAR - MORNING
Kimble uses a pay phone and stares through the window.
KIMBLE'S POV - APARTMENT HOUSE across the street.

INT. SYKES' APARTMENT - MORNING
Inside the apartment the PHONE RINGS. No one is home.

INT. BAR - MORNING
The PHONE RINGS nine, ten times. As Kimble waits he looks down at his list of five. The only name remaining is Fredrick Sykes.
He looks down the street -- it seems clear -- then his focus shifts to a man carrying two coffees. He approaches a car parked along the curb. The passenger -- a woman -- leans across the seat and opens the door for him. He hands her a cup of coffee and as he starts to climb in, he shifts something on his hip -- we see the butt of a handgun.
Kimble hangs up and leaves through the back door.

EXT. REAR OF SYKES' APARTMENT - MORNING
Kimble moves across the roof and drops to fire escape behind Sykes' apartment. He looks in the window, steps back to see if anyone is looking, then pulls his fist back into his sleeve and with one swift pop, BREAKS the GLASS.

INT. SYKES' APARTMENT - KITCHEN - MORNING
No sound. Slowly he moves into... HALLWAY
Moving first toward the living room. The apartment is modest. He stops by a photograph of a teenage girl. Another is a boy in football uniform. The next one is a man in a police uniform. Kimble freezes.

MEMORY HIT - INT. KIMBLE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT OF MURDER
Kimble struggles with the one-armed man.

INT. SYKES' APARTMENT - MORNING (PRESENT)
Kimble struggles to recall the man's face. It could be him.

CUT TO: INT. APARTMENT - MORNING
Kimble searching for clues to Sykes' identity. He opens closets, wardrobe, bureau... reopens a drawer. There, in the bottom he finds an old prosthetic arm.
CUT TO: ANGLE - DESK
Kimble looking through Sykes' desk drawers finds a package of photographs. He opens them and quickly flips through.
INSERT - PHOTOGRAPHS
A group of men on a business/vacation junket stand around a large sportfish hung from the dock. Kimble keeps flipping through, suddenly stops and backs up and we see what stopped h ffb im: The smiling face of Dr. Alexander Lentz.

MEMORY HIT - INT. HOTEL BALLROOM - NIGHT OF MURDER
Nichols introduces Kimble to Lentz.
NICHOLS: Richard... Alex Lentz.
CLOSE ON PHOTOGRAPHS - MORNING (PRESENT)
There are three photos of Lentz. Kimble slowly pulls one out of the pack. As he slides it out we see a fish and on the other side we see... Sykes, wearing a prosthetic arm.

MEMORY HIT - INT. KIMBLE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT OF MURDER
Kimble struggles with intruder. This time we see his face clearly. It is Sykes.
INSERT - PHOTOGRAPHS (PRESENT)
Kimble flips back to the earlier group photos and we see a Devlin-Macgregor banner over the group shot.
KIMBLE looks up. He's found the man he's looking for but also a new possibility -- that the murder wasn't just a random act of violence.
Kimble digs through Sykes' top desk drawer. His mind reeling. He stops:
CLOSE ON PAYCHECK STUBS
The Devlin-Macgregor Pharmaceutical logo in the top right corner. Payroll level four: Security.

INT. U.S. MARSHAL'S OFFICE - MORNING
PHONE RINGS. SECRETARY answers it.
SECRETARY: U.S. Marshal's office...
Her expression changes to shock.