The Fugitive

Helen Kimble: Thank you for coming with me to that charity ball. I know how much you hate those functions, but God, I love looking at you in a tux. Dr. Richard Kimble: I just feel I look like I'm a waiter or something. [Kimble's car phone rings; he switches it to a hands-free mode] Hello? Chicago Memorial employee: Dr. Kimble? Dr. Richard Kimble: Yes, it is. Chicago Memorial employee: Sorry to bother you, sir, but Dr. Stevens just went into emergency OR and asks if you could give him a hand on this one. Dr. Richard Kimble: All right, call him back. Tell him I'll be right there. Chicago Memorial employee: Thank you, doctor. Dr. Richard Kimble: Yep, thank you. Good night. [hangs up] Helen Kimble: I'll wait up for you. Helen Kimble: I'll wait up for you...I'll wait up for you.

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Copeland: Now you listen, and you listen good. I don't care which way you run. Just don't follow me, got it? Dr. Richard Kimble: Hey Copeland? Dr. Richard Kimble: Be good.

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Old Prison Guard: ...the bus rolls over several times before it settled at the bottom of the hill here. I don't know if I passed out or what, but, when I looked up, the train was bearing down on us. Fast. I don't know how, uh, it's-still kinda hazy, but, somehow I grabbed him and---and I pushed him out of the bus. Sheriff Rollins: You're a brave man. You could've both been killed. Old Prison Guard: Yeah, I know! But, hell, he's my partner. He would have done the same for me. Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Excuse me, sheriff, I'm United States Marshal Samuel Gerard. I'd like to talk to you- Sheriff Rollins: [sincerely] Uh, I'll be with you in just a minute. [turns his attention back to the guard] Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: OK. Sheriff Rollins: One more time. Just for the record, uh, these three are dead? [He shows the guard photos of Carlson, Copeland and Pernilla] Old Prison Guard: Yeah. Sheriff Rollins: And, uh, this one? [shows the guard a sheet with Kimble's mugshot; the guard loo

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Deputy Poole: Chester Police just found a blood trail! Two miles, southeast. Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Robert? Marshal Bobby Biggs: Yo! Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Type that blood, match it against all four prisoners. Renfro? Marshal Cosmo Renfro: Yo! Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Get a fax ID on Kimble to every local hospital. And follow with the troopers. Newman? Marshal Noah Newman: Yes? Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: What are you doing? Marshal Noah Newman: I'm thinking. Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well think me up a cup of coffee and a chocolate donut with some of those little sprinkles on top, will you? As long as you're thinking?

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State Trooper: Hey, Doc! We're looking for a prisoner from that bus-train wreck a couple of hours ago, might be hurt. Dr. Richard Kimble: Uh, what does he look like? State Trooper: 6'1, 180, brown hair, brown eyes, beard. See anyone like that around? Dr. Richard Kimble: Every time I look in the mirror, pal - except for the beard, of course! [starts to leave, but then...] State Trooper: Doc? Dr. Richard Kimble: [hesitates, thinking he's about to get caught] Yeah? [The trooper points at Kimble's crotch to indicate to Kimble that his fly is down]

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Dr. Richard Kimble: Tell the attending he's got a puncture in the epigastric area. [Leaves; the paramedics are dumbstruck] Paramedic: How the hell could he tell that by looking at his face?

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