The Fugitive Page #2

Kimble shares a look with Helen. He subtly motions to his

watch:
time go to, and mouths the word: "now." She shakes

her head.

NOW EAU WIFE:

(to table)

I told my husband that he was going

to kill us if he didn't stop

operating. What with this AIDS thing,

he's putting us all at risk.

Helen and Kimble absorb this comment without reaction, share

a look. Helen mouths the word: "Now."

HELEN:

(to her dinner partners)

I'm sorry, I have to get my husband

home.

They say their good-byes and pass Nichols' table. Nichols

shakes his friend's hand in passing. From across the room we

see Lentz watching.

INT. KIMBLE'S MERCEDES - NIGHT

Kimble and Helen driving home. She runs her fingers through

his hair as he drives.

HELEN:

You looked handsome tonight...

KIMBLE:

Thank you...

He smiles to himself, seems to enjoy the compliment too much

for Helen. Her smile becomes playful, mischievous.

HELEN:

Uh, huh... most men in a tuxedo look

like waiters...

KIMBLE:

But me?

HELEN:

You looked more like... a band

director.

He stops at red light, leans over and kisses her. Light

changes and neither notice. Slowly their kiss breaks.

HELEN:

Are we home yet?...

CUT TO:

EXT. KIMBLE'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Kimble pulls up in front of his house. Suddenly both his

PAGER and CAR PHONE RING at the same time.

KIMBLE:

(to phone)

Dr. Kimble

(suddenly attentive)

When? Okay, tell them I'll be there

in ten minutes.

He hangs up.

KIMBLE:

Tim's got a problem.

Helen kisses him again, opens the door.

HELEN:

Call me on your way home.

CREDITS END as we -

CUT TO:

INT. UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL - HALLWAY / SCRUB ROOM - NIGHT

Kimble, wearing scrubs but without head gear, moves down

stairs to the OR hall.

He sticks his head into the operating room.

KIMBLE:

Cavalry's here.

Two harried surgeons look up, glad to see him.

SCRUB ROOM:

Kimble begins scrubbing as the RESIDENT comes out to bring

him up to speed.

RESIDENT:

Patient is a male, forty-three. We

pulled his gall bladder and the

bleeding started.

KIMBLE:

What's his pro time?

RESIDENT:

(concerned)

He's at 36 seconds. We got a major

bleeder in here.

KIMBLE:

You talk to the family?

RESIDENT:

None. He's off the street.

CUT TO:

INT. UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO - OPERATING ROOM - NIGHT

Operation in progress. Top medical facility filled with

trained professionals and state of the art equipment. Kimble

is assisted across the table by the chief Resident. Both

working so intently they never look at each other as they

talk...

KIMBLE:

(to Anesthesiologist)

Okay... I'm clamping. Can he

tolerate it?

ANESTHESIOLOGIST

He's a very sick guy.

KIMBLE:

Do we have a choice?

ANESTHESIOLOGIST

Go for it.

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