The Fugitive

INT. HILTON HOTEL - DAY
A conference breaks up and Nichols moves down hallway. He slows when he sees Gerard and Renfro waiting for him.
NICHOLS: Mr. Gerard.
GERARD: Doctor. Could I have a minute?
He opens the door to an empty meeting room.

INT. MEETING ROOM - DAY
Gerard, Nichols and Renfro. Nichols stares at a photo copy of the Sykes and Lentz fishing photo.
RENFRO: He's a securit ffb y specialist at Devlin-Macgregor Pharmaceuticals. Kimble broke into his apartment.
NICHOLS: I don't know him. You're getting pretty desperate aren't you, Mr. Gerard. I told you, you wouldn't find Richard.
GERARD: (beat) Dr. Kimble hasn't come back to you for help, has he?
NICHOLS: No. And it seems like we've been over this ground before. Now if you'll excuse me
Nichols moves to the door. Gerard looks again at the photo, then stops him.
GERARD: Dr. Nichols. Do you know the other man in the photograph? Nichols stops, looks at Lentz and lies.
NICHOLS: I never saw him before.
He leaves. Gerard watches him. Renfro looks down and sees flyer which says Nichols is
slated to talk that evening in the grand ballroom.
RENFRO: (reads) "'Advances in Nuclear Tissue and Pathology Research," by Dr. Charles Nichols.' (to Gerard) I bet they line up to hear that one.

CUT TO: EXT. CHICAGO MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - AFTERNOON 289M
Newman and Biggs enter the hospital.

INT. CHICAGO MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - DR. WAHLUND'S LAB - AFTERNOON
MICROSCOPIC POV: Cell structure.
ON Wahlund: She works the fluorescent stains. Makes notes. Kimble helps load the next sample.
KIMBLE: Half the people in the study were indigents. No follow-up, no baseline on them. Who could say they didn't come into the study with bad livers?
WAHLUND: The one on the right is one of the samples you sent me. It shows a lot of
perriportal inflammation loaded with eosinophils. When you see that with the accumulation of bile it's a classic for -
KIMBLE: -- drug induced hepatitis.
WAHLUND: I'm impressed. Now look at this.
She positions a second slide.
WAHLUND: According to the study, this is a slice from the same liver.
Kimble studies the slide. The tissue difference is markedly different, clearer.
KIMBLE: Cold normal.
WAHLUND: Clearly not from the same tissue.
In fact. She yields the microscope to Kimble.
WAHLUND: See this small area of bile duct proliferation? Von Meyenberg's Complex. Occurs in only 2% of the population. But it's in every one of your five samples.
Kimble looks up.
KIMBLE: That's statistically impossible.
WAHLUND: That's because they're all from the same liver.
She smiles at Kimble.

CUT TO: INT. CHICAGO MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - ADMINISTRATIVE OFFICE
Newman shows the photo to a 40s clerk, BETTY. She looks at the photo.
BETTY: His name's Lentz. A pathologist. I only remember him because he died last summer.
Biggs and Newman exchange a look.
NEWMAN: Anybody down in pathology who might know something about the guy?
Betty looks at the clock, it's after 6 p.m. Dicey.
BETTY: It's kinda late to catch anyone, but you might go by the morgue. There's an old guy down there who's been around forever.

CUT TO: INT. CHICAGO MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - AFTERNOON
Sykes steps off an elevator at Chicago Memorial Hospital. And starts down a hall.

CUT TO: INT. CHICAGO MEMORIAL MORGUE HALLWAY - DAY
Newman and Biggs move down the empty hallway... this long shot has never felt longer. They find the morgue.
BIGGS: Just what I want to do before dinner.

INT. CHICAGO MEMORIAL MORGUE - DAY
Roosevelt working near the autopsy tables when the two marshals enter.
NEWMAN: Are you Mr. Roosevelt?
ROOSEVELT: Yes.
BIGGS: We're United States Marshals. We're trying to find out some information about a pathologist, named Lentz. He used to be on staff here.
Roosevelt suddenly goes on the defensive.
ROOSEVELT: He's dead.
NEWMAN: Yeah, we heard. We wanted to know if he knew or had any contact with a Dr. Richard Kimble?
On the mention of Kimble, Roosevelt becomes visibly nervous.
ROOSEVELT: I... I haven't seen Dr. Kimble.
Biggs and Newman exchange ffb a look.
NEWMAN: (a probe) That's not what I asked, sir. I just wanted to know if Dr. Kimble and Dr. Lentz knew each other?
ROOSEVELT: I... I don't know. Excuse me, I got to go.
He moves away from the autopsy table. Biggs stops him.
BIGGS: I think you're lying to us.
Roosevelt looks from one marshal to the other as we:

CUT TO: INT. CHICAGO MEMORIAL - DR. WAHLUND'S LAB - AFTERNOON
As Kathy packs up evidence, Kimble looks through the reports.
KIMBLE: They'd be home free if I hadn't been leaning on them to account for the livers I was seeing. And I wouldn't have seen the livers if I hadn't told the guys on my service to call me when they had cases that were bleeding excessively in surgery.
WAHLUND: Big bucks. One schmuck standing in the way. Easy, get rid of him and his wife. But why Lentz?
KIMBLE: Why not? He's one of the original patent holders. Toss the samples I sent, replace them with healthy samples, issue the path report on the healthy stuff piece of cake.
Kimble notices something in the report.
KIMBLE: Kath When did Lentz die?
WAHLUND: Oh, last summer sometime. August... Why?
Kimble looks up from the protocol report.
KIMBLE: Because a good third of the samples Lentz approved were signed after he died.
Kathy comes to look at the report. Lentz's signature is on reports dated October, November, December.
KIMBLE: Someone else used Lentz's name.
WAHLUND: A pathologist at Devlin-Macgregor?
KIMBLE: They wouldn't have had the access. They would have needed someone at the hospital.
Kimble opens the Devlin-Macgregor prospectus he took from the medical library and opens it to the beginning. A photo gets his attention.
He takes the bag and starts for the door.
WAHLUND: Where are you going?
KIMBLE: To see an old friend.

CUT TO: INT. GERARD'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Gerard at his board. The cards form a triangle: Sykes Devlin-Macgregor -- Lentz with Kimble at the apex. He stares at the board. Poole comes to the door.
POOLE: It's Newman. Line two.

INT. CHICAGO MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - NIGHT
Kimble slips down corridor. We see someone following him. It is Sykes.

INT. CHICAGO MEMORIAL HOSPITAL HALLWAY - NIGHT
Newman on portable phone. Behind him Biggs questions Mr. Roosevelt.
NEWMAN: The old guy didn't know where he was going. But he picked up some tissue samples.
GERARD: Tissue samples?
Gerard goes to his board. Renfro listens on the speakerphone.
NEWMAN: ... From a drug study. And signed for by Dr. Charles Nichols.
Renfro and Gerard exchange a look.
NEWMAN: Nichols also knew Lentz. He was a pathologist.
RENFRO: He was covering for Kimble.
GERARD: (to Renfro) Get CPD to bring in Sykes.
Gerard stares at the board.

CUT TO: INT. HOSPITAL TUNNEL - NIGHT
Kimble moves through steam tunnel beneath the hospital. It is lined with old furniture and supplies. A few moments later we see Sykes following.

CUT TO: INT. HILTON HOTEL GRAND BALLROOM - NIGHT
A cordial HOST steps up to the microphone. The room is filled with doctors seated at tables around the room. It is the end of a dinner symposium.
HOST: Tonight to close our conference, we're honored to hear a report from one of the most respected men in his field...

CUT TO: EXT. CHICAGO MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - NIGHT
Kimble exits the hospital and moves toward Hospital E1 Station.

INT. BALLROOM - NIGHT
As the Host continues his introduction of the keynote speaker we PAN the DAIS of distinguished medical men and women...
HOST: ... He is the A. Jude Robinson Fellow and Administrative Chief of Pathology at Chicago Memorial Hospital...
HOST (CONT'D): ... and just recently has been appointed member of the board of directors for Dev ffb lin Macgregor Pharmaceuticals. Please welcome...
... and STOP ON Charles Nichols.
HOST: ... Dr. Charles Nichols.
Nichols rises to applause and moves to the podium.

EXT. CHICAGO MEMORIAL HOSPITAL EL STATION - NIGHT
Kimble starts up the stairs to the station just as a train is coming in. Kimble moves down the platform and boards the downtown train. Just before the doors close Sykes steps onto the last car. The train moves out.

CUT TO: INT. GERARD'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Gerard stares at his board. Stevens comes to the door.
STEVENS: I checked Sykes' calls for the last two years against Kimble's like you asked and found nothing.
GERARD: All right. It was a thought.
He goes back to the board but Stevens isn't finished.
STEVENS: But when I cross-checked Kimble's phone records... one came up.
Gerard looks up.
GERARD: Kimble called Sykes. (calling) Renfro! Get C.P.D. to bring in Sykes!
STEVENS: Night of his wife's murder - seven-thirty in the evening from his car.
Gerard stares at the deputy, thinking -- something doesn't click. Stevens sees the empty stare, then Gerard looks back at his board.
STEVENS: I have the phone record right here.
GERARD: (calling) Poole! Bring me Kimble's arrest report, now. (to Stevens) No, Stevens... I believe you.
Poole enters with Kimble's arrest transcript. Gerard takes the transcript as Renfro appears at the door.
POOLE: Sam, C.P.D. just checked Sykes' apartment. He's not there.
As Gerard looks up, we -

CUT TO: INT. DOWNTOWN EL TRAIN - ON KIMBLE - NIGHT
Sits in the front car. There are very few other riders. A man with newspaper sits across the car reading. The headlines facing Kimble say: KIMBLE IN CHICAGO. Kimble's booking photo stares back at him. Kimble reacts to the headline, looks away as the man turns the pages. The man looks over the newspaper at Kimble, then goes back to reading. A moment later he folds the paper back to the front page.
The man looks up from the paper and looks at Kimble again, then down. Coolly the man folds the paper, tucks it under his arm, stands, looks through the car, then moves into one of the rear cars.
Kimble looks out the window -- hoping desperately for his car to reach the station. He keeps his head turned until the man is gone.
ANGLE - THROUGH CENTER OF TRAIN - NIGHT
FROM the center of Kimble's car we see the man with the newspaper move up to a TRANSIT COP. They begin talking. Kimble stands, coming INTO the SHOT. We see him watching the discussion. Suddenly a man, sitting in the rear of the car, stands and blocks Kimble's view of the Cop. It's Sykes. His gun is drawn.
SYKES: Back up. Move to the door, Doc.

CUT TO: INT. TRAIN - TRANSIT COP'S CAR - NIGHT
Transit Cop moves past the man with the newspaper toward Kimble's car.
TRANSIT COP: (to radio) This is transit unit, 23. I have a possible sighting of Richard Kimble. Northbound coming into the Balbo station. Request immediate back-up at the station. He moves toward the connecting door to Kimble's car.

CUT TO: INT. KIMBLE'S CAR - NIGHT
The train is not yet to the station. He has no escape. Sykes moves toward him.
SYKES: This is my stop, Doc.
Kimble stares hard at Sykes. He steps toward the side exit.
KIMBLE: Good, it's my stop, too.
Suddenly the door behind Sykes opens and the Transit Cop enters.
TRANSIT COP: Kimble. (to Sykes) Sir, move away from him.
Sykes -- the gun tucked next to his side -- turns. The Cop sees Sykes' gun, reacts... But Sykes FIRES first, shoots the cop FOUR TIMES. As the Cop falls, Sykes turns quickly to finish Kimble. But Kimble pulls the emergency brake over the door.

EXT. TRAIN - NIGHT
The brakes lock. The TRAIN SCREECHES.

INT. REAR CARS - NIGHT
Passengers are thrown off their feet. Bags and briefcases ffb go flying.

INT. KIMBLE'S CAR - NIGHT
Sykes is thrown forward toward Kimble who holds onto a bar for balance.

EXT. TRAIN - NIGHT
The train stops just short of the station. Only the first two windows of the front car are over the platform.

INT. KIMBLE'S CAR - NIGHT
Sykes is thrown to the floor -- the gun slips from his grasp. Kimble moves for the gun as Sykes comes up, catches Kimble in the stomach, knocks him back. The fight carries on throughout the car.
Kimble reaches the gun first, lifts it in his left hand and aims at Sykes. Sykes sees the gun in Kimble's hand and almost smiles.
SYKES: Go ahead. You don't have it in you .
For a moment Kimble almost fires, but instead he takes the gun in his right hand and whips it across Sykes' face. Then hits Sykes again and again with the butt of the gun, driving him down the length of the car, knocking him almost unconscious.
Kimble tucks the gun in his belt and moves to the Transit Cop. He checks for a pulse -- there is none. The Cop is dead. Kimble takes the handcuffs and keys from the case on the Cop's belt. He reaches for Sykes' wrist, drags him to the Cop and cuffs Sykes to the dead Cop.
He pockets the keys and grabs Sykes' hair, pulls his face off the floor.
KIMBLE: Not as easy as Helen, was it?
(slams Sykes' head down, leaves) You missed your stop.
He moves to the front of the car with Sykes' and the Transit Cop's guns out. People back out of his way. He moves to where the first two windows extend over the platform, kicks out the front window and...

EXT. TRAIN STATION - PLATFORM - NIGHT
... drops to the station platform. Kimble lowers his head and moves down the uncrowded platform to the station.

INT. GERARD'S OFFICE - NIGHT
The report comes off the scanner.
DISPATCHER (V.O.): ... units in the vicinity of Balbo Street station. Be alert to possible sighting of Richard Kimble...
Gerard, Renfro and Poole trade looks. Gerard moves toward the door.
RENFRO: Balbo station. That's -
GERARD: (cutting him off) Poole, get Biggs and Newman. They're gone as we -

CUT TO: EXT. TRAIN STATION - NIGHT
Police cruisers pull outside the station.

INT. TRAIN STATION - NIGHT
As transit police move up the escalator to the platform, Kimble moves unnoticed through the underground mall beneath the hotel. Deposits the guns into a mail box and keeps moving.

INT. GERARD'S CAR - NIGHT
Renfro driving, Gerard and Pool in car. Report comes over the radio.
POLICE DISPATCHER (V.O.): ... all units in vicinity of Balbo E1. Officer down. Repeat, officer down. Man leaving scene with two guns matches description of Richard Kimble...
Gerard looks out the window, he knows what this means.
GERARD: (quietly to himself) Damn...