BROODING MUSIC PLAYS DRAMATIC MUSIC SIREN WAILS DISTANTLY GUNSHOT AMBULANCE SIREN WAILS CAMERA CLICKS MAN: Come on, Doc. MAN: Gonna stay down here? MAN: Yeah. MAN: Check this out. Prints right here. REPORTER: We're reporting "live" from the home of Dr Richard Kimble - a respected vascular surgeon at Chicago Memorial Hospital. Details are sketchy, but we understand that Dr Kimble's wife, Helen, was found murdered in the home this evening. Right now, Area Six detectives are bringing out Dr Kimble. We assume they're taking him to a police station, probably Area Six at Belmont and Western, where they hope he'll shed some light on what happened. As indicated, she was found shortly before midnight. We know she made a 911 call to police indicating there was an intruder in the house or she was being assaulted. Details are very sketchy. We do know he and his wife, Helen, were at a fund-raiser at the Four Seasons Hotel earlier - a fund-raiser for the Children's Research Fund. STILLS CAMERA CLICKS Hey, Sol, how are you? Hi, Rich. Remember Cara? Hi, Cara. Nice to see you. Enjoy the evening. DISCO MUSIC PLAYS IN BACKGROUND Straighten that arm, Paul, or you'll slice. Golf pro teach you that? No, my wife. Oh, before I forget. Here, thanks for the loaner. Keys are downstairs. Any gas in it? Yeah. Enough. Alec, Richard Kimble. How are you? You're Doctor Kimble? That works too. Absolutely. Great. Any time. (Laughs) I think that's a great idea... Sure. ..for you guys to try that project. Alright, you guys. Knock it off. Nothing to see here. You, come with me. Excuse me. Thanks. I was just on my last joke. (Laughs) DISCO MUSIC FADES AWAY KIMBLE: You look really beautiful tonight. Thanks, honey. I know you hate these things but I love you in a tux. Always feel I look like a waiter. CAR PHONE RINGS Hello. MAN: Dr Kimble? Yes, it is. Sorry to bother you. Dr Stevens just went into Emergency O.R. and asked for a hand. Alright. Call him back and tell him I'll be right there. Thank you, Doctor. Thank you. Goodnight. I'll wait up for you. HELEN: I'll wait up for you. (Echoes) I'll wait up for you. KIMBLE: Alright, guys. What have we got here? DR STEVENS: Richard, thanks for coming. 58-year-old guy. Just pulled a popped gall bladder. Bleeding. MAN: Big time. In the liver bed. What are his coags? They're all messed up. PT's 36. Rest are off the wall. Where did he come from? Lentz's name's on the chart. We paged him - no answer. OK, guys. Let me in. Give me some room. Maria, give me your clamp. Give me some suction in there. DETECTIVE: Have you been getting threats at work? Co-workers, staff at the hospital. Anything like that at all? I... No. Anything unusual going on as far as...phone calls - people hanging up or maybe people coming to the door? Tradespeople? Not that I know of. Now, back, uh...on this fight with this guy with the one arm. Did it happen upstairs or downstairs? Upstairs. Uh-huh. And he had, which is it, a right or a left arm... ..had that little gimmick on it? He had a...right arm. Was it one of those with the hooks? No, he had a c... He had a cosmetic hand. The security system in your house. That's a good system you got. Anyone have the coding besides you and your wife? Our...our maid knows what the code is and has the key to the house. Those scratches on your neck, Doc - did the one-armed guy do that? Helen scratched me when I tried to move her. Before or after the fight with the one-armed guy? I told you... Do you own a gun, Doc? Do you own a gun? Yes, we have a gun in the house. Is it registered in your name? Yes. Where do you keep that gun? It's in... The one that you own? It's in Helen's table. Bedside table. Do you keep jewellery in the house? I don't know. His fingerprints are all over the lamp, the gun and the bullets and the good doctor's skin is under her fingernails. Your wife - she's got money in the family, hasn't she? Helen comes from a wealthy family. Yes. Was she insured? Yes, she is. Who's the beneficiary? I am. The sole beneficiary? Yes. Financially, you're not going to be hurting after this, are you? She was worth lots of money. Are you suggesting that I killed my wife? Are you saying that I crushed her skull and that I shot her? How dare you! When I came home there was a man in my house. I fought with him. The one-armed man? He had a mechanical arm. Plastic? Rubber? You find this man! You find this man. How tall was he? He took everything from me! Oh, Jesus! What did he weigh? God! What colour was his hair? What colour were his eyes? We can't help you until you help us. Book him. MAN: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you will hear ironclad proof of Richard Kimble's guilt. Indisputable scientific evidence that on the night of January 20th Richard Kimble did, in fact, viciously... ..attack and brutally murder his wife. GUNSHOT Agh! But you will hear more than that. You will hear a voice from the grave - the voice of Helen Kimble identifying her killer - her husband, Richard Kimble. WOMAN: Detective Kelly. Tell us what you observed when you arrived at the victim's home. No forcible entry was found. From the beginning of the investigation it didn't appear to be a break-in. Nothing was missing. Honey, I'm home! Who won the game? The defendant's prints were on the gun and bullets. No other sets were found other than the housekeeper and the deceased. The fracturing of Mrs Kimble's skull caused a massive haemorrhage to the brain. It took less than five minutes for her to die. PHONE BEEPS DIAL TONE Your Honour, we would ask to play Helen Kimble's 911 emergency call previously identified by a Chicago Police Department dispatcher. PHONE BEEPS WOMAN: Emergency 911. Please help me. What seems to be the problem? He's...(gasps)... here still in the house. Did I hear you right? Someone's in your house? (Gasps and chokes) He's trying to kill me. Would you repeat that please? (Gasps) Ma'am? He's trying to kill me. Ma'am? Ma'am, is your attacker still in the house? (Gasps) Ma'am? (Gasps) Richard! Ma'am? Richard? He's trying to kill me. DIAL TONE JUDGE: Mr Kimble, having considered all the factors and aggravation and mitigation in this case and found the offence was brutal and indicative of wanton cruelty, it's the judgment of this court that you be remanded to Illinois State Penitentiary at Menard where you will await execution by lethal injection on a date set forth by the attorney-general of this state. May God have mercy on your soul. PRISON ANNOUNCEMENT ON LOUDSPEAKER MAN: Carlson? MAN: Here. Partida? Here. Copeland? What? Copeland, you be nice now. Kimble? Yeah. DOOR BUZZES Let's go, gentlemen. GUARD: Four prisoners comin' out! MAN ON P.A.: Prisoners coming out! Let's go, gentlemen! Kimble, you're here. Carlson, right over there. Partida, up front left. Copeland, you're back here with me. Make yourselves comfortable. Alright. You know the routine, gentlemen. ENGINE STARTS I'm tired. GUARD: 20 miles from Menard. We'll be there in 40 minutes. I'll be glad to get rid of this load. Let McKenzie take care of them. Always got something good to eat. I'm starving. Ah, me too. Had enough of that prison chow. Oh, man! Poor old Ed here - he don't care. His old lady's got him on a diet. Right, Ed? (Prisoner starts choking) Hey! Somebody get in here, quick! Get the heck in here! He's getting sick back there! Let's go! Move! He's foaming at the mouth. We're almost there. He's choking! Come on! He's gonna die! Just wait! (Prisoners shout) Agh! GUNSHOT Oh! Oh, shit. Oh, God! Oh, shit! Kimble! Kimble, get over here! You're a doctor! Do something! Unlock me! Unlock me! Here. (Guard splutters) Hang in there. You'll be OK. TRAIN HORN BLARES What the hell was that? TRAIN HORN BLARES Oh, shit! Oh, shit! Give me a hand. To hell with you! Copeland! Give me a hand! Kiss my ass, Doc. DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS ROAR OF FLAMES DISTANT SHOUTS Now, you listen. I don't give a damn which way you go. Just don't follow me. You got that? Yeah. Hey, Copeland. Be good. SIREN BLARES My, my, my, my, my! What a mess. It's a circus. HELICOPTER WHIRRS Newman, you got my bag? TRUCK HORN BLARES MAN: Point of impact right here. Yep. First engine uncoupled. The rest of the train jumped the track. 100 yards, Sam? Yeah. Poole, get some new boots. Told you not to wear heels. And wear two coats. Next train wreck. Why are we mothering her? Because she loves us. Imagine being the driver. Bet he did a Casey Jones. (Chuckles) Hold it, sir. Hi. Who's in charge? Sheriff Rollins. Rollins? Just follow the TV lights. Good. Good. Sheriff Rogers. Rollins. Rollins, sir. Biggs, do a look-and-see down there and take Newman. Come on, Newman. Time to go to work. GUARD: The bus rolled over several times before it settled here. I don't know if I passed out but when I looked up the train was bearing down on us. I don't know how. It's still kind of hazy. Somehow I grabbed him and pushed him out of the bus. You're a brave man. You could've both been killed. He's my partner. He would've done the same. Sheriff, I'm Deputy United States Marshal Samuel Gerard. I'd like... I'll be with you in just a minute. OK. One more time. Just for the record. These three are dead and, uh, this one? Well, everything happened so fast, I... I don't think he made it. Well, looks like you came a long way for nothing. With all due respect, Sheriff Rollins, I'd like to recommend checkpoints on a 15-mile radius at I-57, I-24, and over... Whoa, whoa. ..on Route 13, east of Chester. Wait a minute. The prisoners are all dead. Checkpoints will just get people frantic around here and flood us with calls. Well, shit, Sheriff, I'd hate to see that happen so I guess I'll take over your investigation. You just... On what authority? The Governor of the State of Illinois, the US Marshal's office, Fifth District, Northern Illinois. Alright, fine. You want jurisdiction over this mess, you've got it. Boys, gather round here and listen up! We're shutting it down. Wyatt Earp's here to mop up. Sheriff, we'll need... That's funny - Wyatt Earp. Sam? Oh, wow! Gee whiz! Look here. We're always fascinated to find leg irons with no legs in them. Who held the key, sir? Me. Where are those keys at? I don't know. Care to revise your statement, sir? What? Do you want to change your bullshit story, sir? He...he might've got out. What! Now he might've got out! Poole, set up operations. Listen up, ladies and gentlemen! Our fugitive has been on the run for 90 minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground, barring injury, is four miles an hour. That gives a radius of six miles. What I want from everyone is a hard target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at 15 miles. Your fugitive's name is Dr Richard Kimble. Go get him. HELICOPTER WHIRRS SIREN WAILS COSMO: Don't give me shit, Rene. I got three unhappy dead people here. Put him on. Stevens, it's Cosmo. I'm gonna have satellite telephone hook-up in, like, two seconds. Chester, police just found a blood trail. Two miles south-west. Robert. Yo! Match that blood against all four prisoners. Right. Trooper! Renfro. Yo! Get Kimble's fax I.D. to every local hospital. Follow it with troopers. Newman. Yes? What are you doin'? I'm thinkin'. Think me up a coffee and a chocolate donut with sprinkles on top. We got a body here! A live one! Got a live one right down here! We got a live one! Come on. Hang in there, brother. We'll get you out of here. Got him? Yeah, I got him. Watch your step there. Get that ambulance down here! SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC Is this what you're looking for? That's it. I'm gonna make some copies. Good morning, Mr Johnson. I have your breakfast for you. My! We are thirsty today, aren't we? Eat up, before this gets cold. It really does get dry in here, doesn't it? Here you are. Now, you eat something, Mr Johnson. You need your strength. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC (Quietly) Shit! Hey, Doc, we're lookin' for a prisoner from that bus/train wreck. Might be hurt. What does he look like? 6'1", 180, brown hair, brown eyes, beard - see anyone like that around? Every time I look in the mirror, pal - except for the beard, of course. Doc. Yeah? Thanks. SIREN APPROACHES I'll give you a hand. Thanks, Doc. It's...it's... How's he doin'? Pretty good, considering we dug him from under a train. Get him in. (Makes muffled noises) He's got an upper-gastric puncture. How could he tell THAT by lookin' at his face? DRAMATIC MUSIC Background just came in from Chicago! About time. What we got? Um..."Richard David Kimble. Vascular surgeon"? What's that? Somebody that earns more than you. "Convicted of first-degree murder in his wife's killing. "Pleaded innocent." Says a one-armed man did it. Lots of friends - doctors, hospital staff. OK, we're gonna start right there. I want phone taps, starting with his lawyer. You'll never get that. Tell Judge Rubin I want phone taps... Why are you yelling? I'll tell him on who later. Yell at her sometime! Sam. What?! We got a call from Harris Community Hospital. The wounded guard saw Kimble outside the emergency room. Well, that's hot. An ambulance is missing. Where the hell's he goin' in an ambulance? WARNING BELL CLANGS Shit! SIREN BLARES Sam! Sam, the ambulance - just spotted, two miles west of Doverville, heading north, State Highway 53. Running out of map! HELICOPTER ENGINE WHINES Get the maps out, Renfro. Check! Check! Sound check! Renfro, get your maps out. Tell me all routes into that town. SIREN WAILS SIREN BLARES TYRES SCREECH We're headed north on Route 13, toward the Barkley Dam. Son of a bitch! TYRES SQUEAL Don't lose that ambulance, Renfro! We have a visual location of an ambulance, headed north on Route 13 toward Barkley Dam. He'll pass through a viaduct. SIREN WAILS Cosmo, bring Biggs and Newman in from the south side of that viaduct. Hell, he's haulin' ass. SIRENS BLARE Tunnel between here and there? Good. We have Biggs and Newman? Look on your map to find the way there! SIREN WAILS TYRES SCREECH HORN BLARES TYRES SCREECH Alright, we got him! SIRENS BLARE Renfro! Watch out! Watch out! What the hell's goin' on here?! Get back in your car! RENFRO: Newman! Rock'n'roll! Come on! Put a light in there! Put a light in there! Biggs, what have you got? BIGGS: I got nothin'! Talk to me! What do you got?! You gotta be kiddin'. WHAT?! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDIN'! Oh, shit! Shit! RENFRO: Alright, seal off the tunnel! Seal it off! WATER GURGLES We got a gopher. DRAMATIC MUSIC Ahhh, shit! I just bought these shoes. Shut up, Cosmo! Which way, Sam? Ugh! DRAMATIC MUSIC I didn't kill my wife! I don't care! ROARING SOUND Put that gun down! PUT THAT GUN DOWN! Now! Hands up! Over your head! Turn around! Richard, do you wanna get shot? Pay attention! Get down on your knees! RIGHT NOW! Sam! Yo! Sam! Whoa! What happened? Where'd he go? He did a Peter Pan right off of this dam. Right here! What? Yeah - BOOM! Holy SHIT! Alright, can we go home now? No! No. Come on. Holy shit! (Men shout) Get down here! There's no way out of this place! We gotta go up! What? Go down that way. No! No! Go up! Up the stairs! Poole, get 'em down here now! Helicopters, divers! (Breathes heavily) Tell them to turn that water off! Gentlemen, put two patrol cars on that bridge down there, four patrolmen. Have them glass this river, upstream and down. I want a helicopter over here, 100 feet off this river. Warn him about these wires. Sam, are you crazy? He's dead! Then he'll be easy to catch. Halons - I want halons on both banks of this river for two miles, upstream and downstream. You got a search and rescue team? Yeah, we do. Get them to drag the bottom of this spillway. Why haven't they stopped the water? Somebody from County's working on it. Barkley Bridge - now! Hurry, it's getting dark! SIREN WAILS DARK, DRAMATIC MUSIC (Grunts) No. Bring in the helicopter now! Folks, we're out of here! Inspector, there isn't anything to find. Find it anyway. You've got lights and generators coming tonight. DRAMATIC MUSIC I hate telling you your job... Helicopter on the bridge! Only one person in a million can survive that fall. The guy's fish food. OK, go catch the fish that ate him. HELICOPTER RUMBLES Finally flipped his lid. Tell Stevens we're coming. HELICOPTER WHIRRS Uh! HELICOPTER WHIRRS (Dogs bark) (Man shouts) Come on, boy. Get him! TALKING ON POLICE RADIO Take it! (Dog barks) I think he's getting hot. (Kimble pants and shudders) DRAMATIC ECHOING SOUND OMINOUS MUSIC (Grunts) KIMBLE: That man took everything from me! (Groans) We can't find the guy. We can't find the guy. KIMBLE: You find that man! (Breathes heavily) You find that man! (Voice echoes) Find that man! The generators and the searchlights are there now. They'll continue the body search into the night. Tell those guys in Kentucky thanks for the dogs. Remember - opera ain't over till the Big Dog howls. (Barks and laughs) THUNDER CRACKS SOLEMN MUSIC BUILDS TRUCK HORN BLARES CAR HORN TOOTS SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC Need a ride? MAN: Yeah. WOMAN: Yeah. We need all the vitals... Yes! Alright, Sammy, we got him. He's shacked up with some babe in Whiting. She left work tonight and took him home. Two hours ago, her boss said. They just spotted her car outside her house. Does she run with anybody nearby? No. No family either. Alright. Have somebody sit on the car. Tell the police nobody moves till we get there. Your cousin's still got his truck? Mm-hm. Tell him we need it. (Sam coughs) OK. Be drunk, Newman. Yeah. Stay close, rookie. Right on your ass, buddy. Newman, I don't want you getting lost in there. Stick with me. Right. US Marshal! Everybody down! DRAMATIC MUSIC (Woman screams) Hold it right there! (Cries) Hands! Give me those hands! Oh, God, no. God. Keep 'em up! (Screams) Come here! (Groans) Come on! Get your ass in there. I got your man! I got your man, you hear me? No, no, don't hurt anybody, please. I want out of here! I got your man! I got your man! (Cries) Oh, God! I got your man and I'm gonna blow his brains out! No! (Screams) You hear me, cops? Do you hear me?! I want outta here! (Woman keeps screaming) Now, listen. We can work this out! Yes, we can. Get me... Shut up! SHUT UP!! You hear me? Oh, my God! Now, listen! I'll tell you what I want. I just want a car out front... GUNSHOTS Hold it! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! It's over! (Screams) Shut up. (Stops screaming) WOMAN OFFICER: This way. This way! (Officers talk) TALKING ON POLICE RADIO CAR DRIVES AWAY I can't hear anything. My...my ears... I can't believe you did that. You think I should've bargained with that guy. Yeah. I do. You could've missed. You could've killed me. Yeah. How bad's that ear? It's terrible. I'll have permanent hearing damage. Let me see it. Come here. Can you hear what I'm saying now? Yes. (Whispers) I don't bargain. Did you hear that? Yeah. Good. Yeah. SIREN WHOOPS TRAIN RATTLES BY Walter, this is Richard. Richard. Jesus! Why did you run? Running makes you look guilty. I wasn't worried about appearances, Walter. Tell me where you are. I'll come meet you. Turn yourself in. I'm not turning myself in. I need help. I need money. You're asking me to harbour and aid a convicted felon. I can't help you that way. My advice, as your friend and legal counsel, is for you to give yourself up. Where are you? St Louis. Alright. Give me an address and I'll get there soon. What can I tell you, sir? Mr Copeland was gonna kill one of my kids. Well, sir, you can blame me. I shot him. WALTER'S VOICE ON TAPE: ..to harbour and aid a convicted felon. Raymond. Take care of that. ..friend and legal counsel, is for you to give yourself up. Where are you? St Louis. So, he showed up not dead yet. Let that be a lesson - don't ever argue with the Big Dog. Big Dog's always right. (Woofs) Yeah, you been right before. TAPE REWINDS Alright. Walter, this is Richard. Richard. Jesus! Why did you run? Running makes you look guilty. I wasn't worried about appearances, Walter. Tell me where you are. I'll meet you. Turn yourself in. I'm not turning... TRAIN RATTLES BY ON TAPE That train sounds like an El. St Louis doesn't have an elevated train. How do you know it's an elevated train? I lived under one for 20 years. Explain the difference in the sound of an elevated train and one on the ground. You must have ears like an eagle. Play that back. I wanna hear the El. Now, what cities have Els? New York... Philly... We do. We do. Milwaukee's got an El... Hold it right there. There's bells in the background, a guy on a P.A. Can you drop everything but him? Yeah, I'll try. Hold on, Sammy. OK. Walter, this is Richard. Richard. Jesus! Yeah, right there. (Man on P.A. speaks) What's he saying? Sounds like "Next...sto..." Sounded like "Next stop"! Do that again. Running makes you look guilty. Next stop. Next stop. Merchandise Mart. Son of a bitch - our boy came home. That bell is the bell on the Well Street Bridge. It's six blocks away. I knew that was an elevated train. Yeah, Big Dog, you're never wrong. I'll call the CPD. This is his Chicago file. Excellent. Andiamo, bambini! Sammy. When I die, I wanna come back just like you. You mean happy and handsome? I'll notify the press. No press. Right. No press. Chicago. WHISTLE BLOWS Hi, Billy. How's it going? Good. How are you? Alright. There you go, Billy. Have a good one, sir. Spare change? No. Dollar, mister? No, thank you very much. I don't want it. NO, I...! Oh, my God. Richard! How are you, Charlie? Jesus! You're back. I need some money. Sure. Sure. Get in. I can't. Just whatever you got on you. If you're not hot now, pal, you will be. Have you got somewhere to stay? How can I help? SIREN WHOOPS POLICEMAN: Green light. Move on. (Toots horn) I'll call you. Yeah, but Richard... TRAIN PASSES OVERHEAD So, why did Richard Kimble kill his wife? He did it for the money. He's a doctor. He's already rich. She was more rich. Is this the entire Chicago Police Department file? Yeah. That's everything. It's all there. OK. Cosmo, let's do all these interviews again. The list of hospital staff. Is it in the file? Sure is. You guys don't wanna use the media? No. We want him to relax, try to re-enter his life somewhere. (Woman speaks Polish) Here is this apartment. You can see here is heater. You will have warm. Here is kitchen. Sink. Over there is bathroom and here is the room. Is nice bed. Plenty space. You can look at. (Speaks Polish) Da. So, you like the place? It's OK with you? It's perfect. Alright, people. As of this morning we were notified by the US Marshal's Office that our old friend Dr Richard Kimble is alive and well and back home here in Chicago. You all know what high regard we hold this scumbag, so I personally am donating a bottle of 12-year-old Scotch to whoever puts the collar on this quack. Detective Rosetti is passing out bulletins. SIREN WAILS WOMAN SPEAKS OVER P.A. TENSE MUSIC A gunshot wound to the left shoulder... Put him in five. 120 over 60. 98 pulse. (Medics talk) MACHINES CLICK AND WHIRR Help you? (Mumbles in Spanish) WOMAN SPEAKS OVER P.A. WOMAN ON P.A.: Dr Horton. Dr Horton to ICU. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING BEEPING (Man sings in Spanish) SHOWER RUNS You guys went to medical school together? Yes, we did. The class of '73. Mmm. You know Morton Feinberg? I do. He's a real nice guy. When did you see him last? Who - Richard? Yeah. OK. I saw Richard this morning. (Laughs) What? You saw him this morning? He stopped me in my car. I gave him some money. Ah. Where was this? You're kidding! Outside my tennis club. Did he ask you for help? I volunteered. He wouldn't accept that. How much money did you give him this morning? A couple of bucks. He won't get far on that. Why do you think he came back? He didn't say, sir. I'm sure he's trying to protect you from having to lie for him but... Dr Nichols, you really wanna help him, you really wanna be his friend, you're gonna help us bring him in unharmed. Why? So he can go back to prison? (Clicks tongue) If you want help, gentlemen, you've come to the wrong man. Richard is innocent. And you'll never find him. He's too smart. Oh. We're three smart guys. Yeah, what about us? Last time I looked. We're smart. We are. How smart could he be really? Is he as smart as you are? Smarter. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC DOCTOR: Peripheral vascular surgery. Fixing the arteries as they come out... How long have you known Richard Kimble? 10 years - since I've been here. RENFRO: 10 years. That's a long time. What kind of medicine did he practise at the hospital? SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC First of all, I believe Richard Kimble to be innocent. Would he come to you for help? If he did, I'd help him. But he wouldn't. That's not his style. MAN ON TV: A warrant remains outstanding for Chicago surgeon Richard Kimble... MUSIC CONTINUES This is where the one-armed guy and he struggled, fell down the stairs. If I fell down these stairs, I'd be a goner. What a waste. When I came home, there was a man in my house! GUN COCKS Richard. HIGH-PITCHED NOISE CARS APPROACH DRAMATIC MUSIC We're the police! (Police yell) Police! We're the police! Where is he? TALKING ON POLICE RADIO RUNNING FOOTSTEPS ABOVE Get him! Get him, get him, get him! Hold it! RUNNING CONTINUES MAN: Downstairs! Freeze! Get over there! Where you going? (Polish woman cries) He's alright. Get back, ma'am. He's alright. You like stringing out 12-year-old girls, huh? What they do to my baby?! Your baby's a drug dealer, lady. What they do...? Come on, ma'am. What they do? What they doing to my baby? SIRENS WAIL It's gonna be crazy here tonight. They get a count on them? There's a lot of kids, man. Yeah, big bus crash. They all coming down here to County. Hi! Hi, hi, hi. Come to do those blinds. Oh, OK. I'll get the door. I'll start in here, huh? OK. SIRENS WAIL BEEPING SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC MUSIC BUILDS Alright, Leland, let's go over it one more time. What time did he arrive at the house? About 10:30 in the morning. And he was alone? Yeah, he was alone. You got a good look at him? A real good look. You better be straight with me, kid. You mean this is the guy staying in your mother's basement? That's what I'm telling you. MEDICS TALK FRANTICALLY She stable? Just barely. Breathe. Just breathe. Stay calm. I need a doctor here. TALKING CONTINUES SIREN WAILS WOMAN: Watch the bag! Watch the bag! OK, we got a pulse rate... Call Vascular, Ortho and her parents for consent. OK. Thank you, Doctor. (Quietly) It hurts. Hello, Marshal. (Landlady speaks Polish) Take it easy. CROWD TALKS I need an IV. Excuse me, please. My chest hurts. Al, check the film on that kid. I need an IV set up... (Nurse talks quietly) Inhale. Exhale again for me. Slowly. (Breathes painfully) (Mutters) Check the film. Take it easy. It hurts. Check the film. Al, what's the status on that kid? Possible fractured sternum. Al, get over here. Make some room. Hey, can you give us a hand here? Bring this kid down to Observation Room 2? Yeah, you. Help us out, OK? Hey there, champ. How are you feeling? My chest hurts. Yeah? Does it hurt when you breathe? Yes. That's good. That's good. What's your name? Joel. Hmm. Ah, look at this. We're eating oranges and we're making IDs. 'C.C.H.' What the hell is that? Cook County Hospital. You just hang on, OK? (Weakly) It hurts. You're gonna be OK, pal. You're gonna be just fine. Hold that elevator. Watch out. Thank you. Hey, Joel. How are you doin', kiddo? My chest hurts. Yeah? Where's your mom, pal? I don't know. Is she home? She's with my brother. Your brother? Are they downstairs? I don't know. Don't you worry. We'll get hold of her for you. What are you - a football player, baseball player? Football. ELEVATOR DINGS Hold on, son. Ah... Hey, doctor. They sent this one up from downstairs. Bob, get this one into Room 4, stat. Bye-bye, Joel. TENDER MUSIC Where's that boy I sent down? What boy? The one with the fractured sternum. He never came through here. He didn't? No, he didn't. Hey! Do you have a particular interest in our patients' X-rays? What do you mean? You looked at that boy's chest film. It's my hobby. It's a hobby? Really? What are your other hobbies - brain surgery? What do you want? How did that boy end up in surgery? I'm just a janitor. Bullshit! Who changed those orders? I don't know what you mean. You stand right there. Marie! Call Security. Hey! HEY! Excuse me. RECEPTIONIST: Tell Stevens to get a hold of that guy Kelly at CPD. We're gonna need some... A guy disguised as a janitor orders an emergency medical procedure and all you do is take away his ID card? No! I called Security and he took off. What was I supposed to do? Listen, Mr... Deputy. Gerard. I'm really tired. I'd like to go home now. OK. How's the boy doing? He saved his life. (Calls out) Thank you. 'Desmondo Jose Ruiz'. (Laughs) Where you at, Desmondo? Alright, Sammy, this is my problem. The place is crawling with cops, right? Yeah. And everybody's looking for Kimble. So why would the guy hang out in the trauma ward like Mother Teresa? Excuse me. Yeah, sorry. Do you guys have a problem? No. Um, no, no - no problem at all. Ma'am, could we have a word with you, please? Hello, yes. Um, this is Dr Elway at Cook County Hospital. I'm doing follow-up work for the Prosthetic Clinic on, uh... ..Matthew Zelick. Oh, he did, huh? I'm terribly sorry. Right or left? Right. Age? 35 to 45. This is Ted Riley with the high school reunion committee. 25 years is right around the corner and, uh... ..Clive is on our list of, uh, missing in action. Information gave me a number but when I tried it, it... Oh. (Chuckles) You're kidding! Armed robbery? He's where? Point of attachment? Mid-humerus. That gives us 47 possibles. 47?! Robert! Crosscheck these people for criminal records. Right away. BAGPIPE BAND PLAYS MAN ON P.A.: Happy St Patrick's Day to all of you. SOMBRE MUSIC ELEVATOR BELL DINGS GUARD: Mike. Hey, Hodgy. Driscoll, Clive R. One-armed man, armed robbery. That's funny. Hey, Bob... Let me ask you a question. If they can dye this river green today, why not dye it blue the rest of the year? Biggs, do I know? So, what, are you Irish? Who, me? No. Are you? No, man. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC Name of inmate? Clive Driscoll. Driscoll, Clive! ID, please. (Guard calls out) Driscoll, Clive R. 2010. You're advised that under Federal Court ruling, your conversation can be recorded. Sign here, please. GUARD: Next. This is hinky. This guy's a college graduate. He won't come through all this security, go to the county lock-up, to find someone his own people say doesn't exist. What does 'hinky' mean? Strange. Weird. Why don't you say 'strange'? 'Hinky' has no meaning. Well, we say 'hinky'! Don't use words that got no meaning. I'm taking the stairs. How about 'bullshit'? How about 'bullshit', Sam? Vistor for Driscoll. Come on, man. Let's go. Let's go. Come on. DOOR OPENS Over there. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC (Puffs) (Woman talks in Spanish) (Man replies through speaker) Jose! GUARD: Let's go, Driscoll. You got five minutes. Who the hell are you? Um... Sorry, I made a mistake. You got me down - I want to talk. Ain't no entertainment. Ain't no cable in this damn place. Listen, pal, I wish I could, but I can't. I'm sorry. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC MUSIC QUICKENS (Shouts) Richard! DRAMATIC MUSIC MUSIC CONTINUES Officer, there's a man in a blue topcoat waving a gun and screaming...at a woman. Stop that man! OFFICER: Let him go! He's a US Marshal. Let him go! Let him go. Close the gates! Go! Shut them down! (A woman screams) DOOR ALARM BUZZES Hold it! (People scream) Open the door! DOOR ALARM BUZZES Sam! We're on the roof. We're on the roof. Take some men. Look down there! He's in the plaza. He's heading east through the plaza. East through the plaza? Where? Towards the Picasso. He's going towards the Picasso. DRUMS BEAT PARADE ANNOUNCER: River Forest Golden Ingot Prize marching band. CROWD CHEERS Give all of these groups a big round of applause. They've been waiting a long time to get in the parade. They're cold just like the rest of you. BAGPIPES PLAY The shamrock? We gotta dress the older one up as a shamrock one of these years. Nice to have you with us. DRUMS BEAT PARADE WHISTLE BLOWS BAGPIPES PLAY (Shouts instructions) SPECTATORS WHOOP AND HOLLER There's definitely no arthritis in this group! PARADE MUSIC CONTINUES Deputy Gerard, why do you feel that Dr Kimble came back to Chicago? I have no idea. We understand your deputies were at County Hospital. Was Dr Kimble at County Hospital? I have no comment on that. (All question simultaneously) Let me get the chronology straight. The suspect was tried, convicted, incarcerated, escaped, presumed dead, and is presently at large in Chicago. Is that correct, sir? All except for being presumed dead. Detective Kelly, do you believe Kimble is armed and dangerous? I believe he's dangerous, yes. He's taking all these chances coming back. Do you now feel perhaps he's innocent... He's not innocent. He was convicted in a court of law - he's guilty. What will you do next to catch him? We have no further comments. (All protest) Deputy, please talk! TENSE MUSIC HELICOPTER WHIRRS MUSIC PLAYS AND PEOPLE CHAT PHONE RINGS IN RECEIVER PHONE RINGS TENSE MUSIC SOMBRE MUSIC SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC DRAMATIC MUSIC TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC CONTINUES (Gasps) POP MUSIC Alec...Alec! Richard Kimble. Hi. How are you? Good. Dr Kimble. Lentz! LENTZ: Sorry, we've traded phone calls. KIMBLE: I've been trying to catch up with you. DRAMATIC MUSIC POP MUSIC CONTINUES Ah! A cruise sponsored by Devlin MacGregor! That could be fun. Hi. DRAMATIC DRUM ROLL Cancun, Richard. That's sport fishing, pina coladas. What does the hospital have to buy? Sailfish. (Chuckles) No, there's no strings attached, Doctor. So what do you say? (Echoes) What do you say? Boy, this guy is bleeding from every needle puncture. Lentz sent this guy in? Is he on that wonder drug? Yeah, he's on the RDU-90 protocol. Provasic. Drug of the future, boys. Clean out those arteries. Gonna put us out of business. "Parade Master of Ceremonies, Ed O'Flannery, "said he did not recall a more lively parade "since he became involved with the event." "'That Kimble is some lad to run out into the crowd like that.'" 'Lad'? Yeah, 'lad'. He says 'lad'. Maybe he's a leprechaun or something. But hold on. Listen. Sam...some guy on line three claims he's Richard Kimble. Who is it? Another Kimble on line three. Hand me that phone. Tell him the beard's good. What line? Three. Did he enjoy the parade?! "..I hope he sipped some whisky..." Yeah, this is Gerard. Remember what I told you in the tunnel? We ought to sip whisky. It's him! Yeah, yeah. I remember. Well, it was noisy. I...I think you said something like, um... ..you didn't kill your wife. Remember what you told me? I remember you were pointing my gun at me. ELECTRONIC BLEEP You said, "I don't care." He's on the south side. Yeah, Richard, that's right. I don't care. I'm not solving puzzles. Well, I'm trying to solve a puzzle. Five seconds to location. And I just found a BIG piece. Richard... Richard? Richard? Richard. Hello, Richard? He didn't hang up. Where's he at? Here it comes. 256 South St Lawrence. Get the CPD right over there. We got a car there now. TYRES SCREECH DRAMATIC MUSIC DOGS BARK SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS Get a couple of shots of that. Fredrick Sykes - 45, ex-cop and quite a clothes horse. Deputy, want to look at this? Yeah. Kimble's prints are all over the room. They're concentrated at the desk. He sure had some interest in these photographs - flipped right through. Negatives? Right there. Let me have them. Your boy's on his way. We got you, Robert. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC How you doing, Mr Sykes? Fine, if you tell me what's happening. We had a problem. My place or upstairs? Your place. DETECTIVE: Well, now. Step in, Mr Sykes. Everybody knows my name. Big, happy family, huh? Mm-hm. What's this, a trench coat convention? What's happening? Who are you guys? What the hell's going on here? You had a break-in, Mr Sykes. I sure hope you're a cop. No. I'm Samuel Gerard, United States Marshal's Office. This morning, a fugitive named Richard Kimble made a telephone call from this apartment. Why would he do that? I don't know any Richard Kimble. Yeah, OK. I got it. The doctor who killed his wife. Kept blaming somebody for it - somebody with a prosthesis. What? He's coming after me? Does he have a reason to? I have a prosthetic arm. I must have murdered her. Give me a break! I went through this a year ago. They questioned me about it. I told them. I wasn't in Chicago that night - I was on a business trip. 15 people verified it. What business are you in? (Sighs) Security. Who do you work for? A pharmaceutical company. Which one? Devlin MacGregor. I handle security for all the top executives. Do you know why Richard Kimble would be interested in these photographs? No. Well, uh...where were they taken? Jeez, that's a big fish! Cancun, Mexico. It was a company junket for some doctors. Kimble go with you? Do you see him in the pictures? No! I told you I don't know him. Do you mind if I see if anything's missing? No. I don't mind. How did you lose that arm? In the line of duty. Phew! Cosmo, this guy's dirty. Yes, Sam. Yeah, he is. Do you want people on him? Yeah. Build a camp here. Henry... I'll take care of it. Noah, see this picture with all the fingerprints? Find out who the guy is next to Sykes. Find out his name, age, weight, social security number, his location, relatives, pets - everything. ENGINE STARTS MAN: I agree... (Whispers) Sorry, Doctor. They said it was an emergency. MAN: There just isn't enough... Thank you. Excuse me. (Men continue talking) PHONE RINGS Hello. NICHOLS: Mr Bolton, please. Chuck... Richard! Yeah, can you talk? Yeah, I'm on the hotel phone. So...how are you? What's going on? I found him, Chuck. I found the man who killed Helen. What?! It was ME they were after. Who? Who are 'they'? Devlin MacGregor...and Lentz. Lentz was supervising the protocol for RDU-90. He knew I found out it was causing liver damage. It was Lentz! Richard...Lentz is dead. What?! How? He died in a car accident last summer. Richard? Yeah. Can you prove this about the drug? Yeah, I think so. I need your help, Chuck. Call Bones at the hospital. Tell him to give me whatever help I need, alright? Sure. I'll call him right away. OK, thanks. Dr Nichols! Hey! How are you doing? Good! Great... Dr Nichols! Hi! How are you? Can we ask you a few more questions? Mr Gerard. Yeah. Cosmo, you got a copy of that photograph? United States Marshal Service. Excuse us. Dr Nichols, this is Fredrick Sykes. He's a security specialist at Devlin MacGregor Pharmaceuticals. Richard Kimble broke into his apartment. Do you know this man? No. Don't know him. You're getting pretty desperate, aren't you, Mr Gerard? Oh, yes. I told you you wouldn't find Richard. Has he been to see you? No. And it seems like we've been over this ground before, haven't we? Yeah. So...if you'll excuse me? Sure. Thanks, Doctor. Thank you, Doctor. Thank you. Dr Nichols! Sorry - one more question about the photograph. This guy in the purple shirt, on the right of the fish. Ever seen him before? No. This guy right here? Mm-hm. I've never seen that person in my life before. OK. I'm sorry. Thank you. Thank you, Doctor. OK. Enjoy the rest of the convention. Thank you. (Reads) "Alternatives to Cardio...Non-Invasive Arterial Plaque-Reducing Therapy. "Keynote speaker - Charles Nichols." Bet you they line up to hear this one! SIREN BLARES, THEN STOPS So...if you were Richard Kimble, why would you hunt for a one-armed man you say killed your wife, break into his house, call us up and then split? It doesn't make sense. I should've been a doctor. Look at this blow-up. This guy with Sykes - on his shirt. 'Chicago Memorial' - Kimble's hospital. I wanna go there. Go. Wait. You know, Devlin MacGregor did $7.5 billion net sales last year alone. That company's a monster. PHONE RINGS Yeah, talk to me. Absolutely. KIMBLE: It's a liver sample from a patient on the RDU-90 drug study. The 21st. January 21st. Ah! Last one. 17430? 17430, you got it. Thanks, Bones. I'll make sure all this stuff gets back to you. WOMAN SPEAKS ON HOSPITAL P.A. SYSTEM It's good to see you again. Good to see you. Say, whatever happened to that thing with your wife? It's not over yet. DRAMATIC MUSIC SIRENS WAIL SIRENS GET CLOSER Hey, Rosetti, what's going on? How the hell should I know? I think his name is Alec Lentz, a pathologist. I only remember his name because he died last summer. (Gasps) Oh, my God. Richard. Oh! What are you doing here? Hi, Kath. Have a look. What do you think? Cold normal. Clearly not the same tissue. And not only did they all come from healthy livers - they all came from the SAME liver. Kath, you beauty. DRAMATIC MUSIC (Hums to himself) Excuse me. Mr Roosevelt? Yes. I'm Deputy Biggs. This is Deputy Newman. We're United States Marshals. We need some information about a Dr Lentz, who used to work here. Did he know, or have any contact with, Dr Richard Kimble? I haven't seen Dr Kimble. That's not what I asked, sir. Well, I wouldn't know. Now, if you gentlemen would excuse me, I have some prior obligations to attend to. NEWMAN: Mr Roosevelt? Yes? I think you're lying to us. You think Lentz is the bad guy? Yeah, why not? He was one of the original patent-holders in RDU-90. I was sending him my tissue samples. He was replacing them with healthy samples, issuing the path reports on them and shit-canning my stuff - simple. Wait a minute. Lentz died August 21. Yeah. Half of the samples he approved were signed the day he died. You're kidding. Someone else must've been manipulating this. Someone with access. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC Thanks, Kath. Where are you going? To see a friend. DRAMATIC MUSIC It's giving me a headache. It's a very surprising revelation. Where did Mr Roosevelt say Kimble was going? He says he doesn't know where Kimble was going. You believe him? Yes. He says he came to pick up tissue samples. What?! Yeah. For a drug study. But listen. Get this - the release was approved by Dr Charles Nichols. Nichols also knew Lentz. RENFRO: Whoa! He was Lentz's boss. So he was covering for Kimble. I'll send the CPD there. Noah, we're sending you a bunch of cops. Make them turn that place inside out. Right. Don't take any shit about your ponytail. I won't. Well done. My pleasure, sir. Henry...Dr Nichols lied to me. Go find him. I'm on it. OK, it's gone by now. No, I looked there. I looked everywhere you said to. I didn't see him. He's not in the hospital. If he was, I'd have found him. What do you want me to do? Hold on. Wait. I've marked him. I've got him now. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC Dr Alexander Lentz. "A noted pathologist at Chicago Memorial Hospital "was on his way to his daily tennis match "when an unidentified vehicle swung around the curve, "slammed his body into the barriers that separate the drive from Lake Michigan." Yuck. Sam. Sam, you're not going to believe this. I checked Sykes's records for the past two years against Kimble. Found nothing. It was a thought. Yeah. But when I crosschecked Kimble's phone records, one came up. Kimble called Sykes. Get Sykes in here now. On the night of his wife's murder. 7:30pm. From his car phone. Cosmo, do you have that arrest report on Kimble? Here, Sam. 7:30pm. 1930 hours. Sam, they just went in. Sykes is gone. He's nowhere to be found. What?! He's gone. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC DRAMATIC MUSIC This is Transit Unit number 23. I got a possible sighting of Richard Kimble on north-bound El... (Cocks gun) Move to the door, Doc. P.A.: Next stop, Balboa Station. Balboa. This is my stop. It's my stop too. Kimble! Aaaargh! GUNSHOT Aaaargh! (Screams) You missed your stop. Why has it stopped down there? Sam. Sam. Transit cop spotted Kimble on the El. He's headed toward Balboa. The CPD is on the way. SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE RADIO: Attention, all units. Transit police report officer down at Balboa Station. Kimble is suspect. Repeat - officer down. What did he do? Shoot a cop? Chicago PD will eat him alive. It is a joy and a privilege to introduce tonight's keynote speaker. SIRENS WAIL For the past four years, he has served as the A. Jude Robinson fellow and administrative Chief of Pathology at Chicago Memorial Hospital. Which way are your emergency exits? RADIO: Suspect seen entering Hilton Tower mall, lower level. Repeat - suspect entering Hilton Tower mall... You don't think... Yeah, I know where he's going. TYRES SCREECH Biggs, Newman, come in. Where are you? He's been appointed to the Board of Directors of Devlin MacGregor Pharmaceuticals. Will you all please give a warm welcome... ..to Dr Charles Nichols. Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen, my friends and colleagues. It's great you're all here tonight. TYRES SCREECH CPD just reported an officer down at Balboa Station - and a guy with two guns. Kimble do it? Conflicting reports, Sam. Entered the hotel from the subway. That's my man! Not anymore. Stay the hell out. Arrest us. Start with the lower level! ALARM RINGS DRAMATIC MUSIC POLICE RADIO: All units, secure all lower level exits. Noah, find the hotel security office. Stay in touch with me. Service elevator's covered, public elevator's covered. NICHOLS: Now, a new drug on the cusp of approval by the Food and Drug Administration is poised to change these old methods forever. Rob, Deputy Newman, US Marshal's Service. How you doin'? Good. Sam, I'm in. ..through the normal metabolic pathways in the liver. And the drug's name is Provasic. As I will show you tonight, Provasic is remarkably effective and has no side effects whatsoever. It is also noteworthy that this drug... ..that this drug was developed in cooperation, not competition, with the Chicago Memorial Hospital in what we hope will be the model for a continued dishonest... (Chuckles) Excuse me - honest... LOUD MURMURING ..open joint ventures between academic medicine... ..and pharmaceutical industry... Richard! (Laughs weakly) I'm sorry. I'm in the middle of this speech. You almost got away with it, didn't you? I know all about it. I can prove it. Ladies and gentlemen, my friend Richard Kimble doesn't feel well... ..obviously, so... ..if you just go on with your dessert and coffee... Richard, do you mind to step aside and let's talk. OK. So, I'll be back in just a second. You changed the samples, didn't you, huh? You switched the samples! After Lentz died. Richard, let... RECEPTION GUESTS MURMUR HOST: Let's stay... stay calm, people. After Lentz died, you were the only one who had the access. You switched the samples. And the pathology reports. Did you kill Lentz too?! Huh? Can we get some security in here? He falsified his research... ..so that RDU-90 could be approved and Devlin MacGregor could give you P...Provasic! EXCITED MURMURING Alright, it's all over, folks. Let's just stay calm. DRAMATIC MUSIC HELICOPTER WHIRRS You never give up, do you? Never give up! (Moans) (Moans) Why Helen? Huh? Glad you guys are here. Where'd they go? Towards the Presidential Suite. Where's that?! South-east corner. How many exits from this room? Four. Two in the east, two in the west. Kimble's on the roof. Cosmo, that way. HOST: You've been asked by the US Marshal's... DRAMATIC MUSIC (Moans) HELICOPTER LOUDSPEAKER: Stop! Stay where you are! This is the Chicago Police. Put your hands in the air. The building is totally secure. I repeat - do not move! Put your hands in the air! I repeat - stay where you are! OMINOUS MUSIC Alright, Newman, talk to me. They're out there, Sam - headed to the north end of the roof. The north? Newman, you gotta get that helicopter outta here! As soon as you get a clean shot, you take him out. Newman, get rid of the helicopter! Why? 'Cause I don't wanna get shot! CPD, there's a US Marshal out on the roof. Hold your fire. Call off the helicopter. (Groans) SHATTERED GLASS TINKLES (Moans) ELEVATOR WHIRRS RENFRO: Sam! Sam! Don't shoot. This guy ever quit? Find out where that elevator stops. Newman! Newman! North-west elevator - tell me where it stops. Where'd they go? Where'd they go?! (Pants) SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC STEAM HISSES They stopped at the fifth. Fifth floor. What's on it? The laundry. It's the laundry. Cosmo, Sam, they've stopped at the laundry. STEAM HISSES, MACHINES WHIRR Biggs, Poole, we're on the fifth floor, at nine. What's your 20? We're behind you. What the hell's goin' on here, Sam? You gotta keep CPD out there. Much too hot to suit me. Get rid of all these people, OK? POOLE: OK, people, stay calm. Cosmo, you come with me. POOLE: Everyone step out quickly. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC MACHINES BUZZ BELL RINGS HELICOPTER WHIRRS (Shouts) Dr Richard Kimble! There's no way out of here, Richard. The entire building is locked down. Give it up, Richard. You don't have any time. Chicago Police Department thinks you're a cop killer. They will shoot you on sight. Richard, I know you're innocent. I know about Fredrick Sykes. I know about Dr Charles Nichols. OMINOUS MUSIC Richard, he borrowed your car the night of your wife's murder. He had the keys - no forced entry, Richard. He telephoned Sykes from your car, Richard. Richard, give it up. Richard, I'm either lying or I'm gonna shoot you. What do you think? METAL SCRAPES ON CONCRETE Give it up. It's time to stop running! Aaargh! They killed my wife. I know it, Richard. I know it. But it's over now. (Sighs) You know I'm glad? I need the rest. REPORTERS TALK LOUDLY Who killed Kimble's wife? As far as I know, Kimble did. He was convicted. You've got a one-armed man in custody. Did he kill his wife? I have no idea. How many one-armed men are there? Couldn't you have made a mistake? (Reporters fire questions) I've been around here a long time. I've never seen so much police activity. You got a deadline, play the weather again. Tell Samuel Gerard I'm goin' home now. I'm taking my vacation. Clear this area. Everybody clear. What's going on? There's the man! Dr Kimble! Dr Kimble! Can you give us a statement? Was the one-armed man involved? Watch your head. (Reporters continue to fire questions) Poole, where is that thing? Let me see those hands, Doctor. I thought you didn't care. I don't. (Laughs) Hey, don't tell anybody, OK? (Raps on roof) Supertext Subtitles Copyright 1995 Australian Caption Centre For the latest listings of subtitled programmes, see Teletext p 298. Your broadcasting fee pays for Teletext subtitles so more people can enjoy NZ on air.