The Fugitive Page #3

KIMBLE:

Marie, give me a clamp...

MARIE, the scrub nurse, passes him the instrument and Kimble

and the other SURGEON continue to work with the Resident

assisting.

KIMBLE:

(never looking up)

Your husband know you're here tonight,

Marie?... What about this liver?

RESIDENT:

History's sketchy. Could be an

alcoholic.

KIMBLE:

Who referred him?

RESIDENT:

He's on a drug protocol. RDU90.

Kimble looks up and shares a look with the chief Resident

over their masks, then back to work.

KIMBLE:

The wave of the future... Marie, you

told Frank yet? Frank is so jealous

of this late night thing we've got

going here... This should hold him.

Bleeding's stopped. Let's get a

biopsy...

(to circulating nurse)

Send it downstairs and make sure you

get Kath her slice.

SURGEON:

You staying for the closing, Rich?

Kimble moves away and sheds his gloves and gown.

KIMBLE:

No. I got a date.

INT. SCRUB ROOM - NIGHT

Kimble throws away his hat and mask. The door opens behind

him; it is the other Surgeon.

SURGEON:

Hey, Richard...

Kimble turns.

SURGEON:

Thanks.

CUT TO:

INT. KIMBLE'S CAR - NIGHT

Kimble driving through empty Chicago streets toward home.

He is on phone, waits for answer.

KIMBLE:

Hi. I'm five minutes away...

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. KIMBLE'S TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT

Helen on the phone, downstairs. She is still in her gown with

an afghan around her shoulders. She's been reading.

HELEN:

I'm glad it went well. I'll see you

in a minute.

Helen hangs up phone, turns out the light and starts up the

stairs.

CUT TO:

EXT. CHICAGO STREET - NIGHT

Kimble driving.

INT. KIMBLE-S TOWNHOUSE - DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT

Helen moves down the hall toward the dressing room/closet.

Opens the door to large closet dressing room and turns on

the light. Nothing. She starts to leave and decides to close

one of the interior closet doors.

She starts to slide the door closed when - wham!

A hand reaches out and clutches her by the neck. Helen

claws and scratches to get free and in her struggle her

string of pearls bursts...

... and a single pearl bounces out of the bedroom... rolls

across the landing to the stairs, stopping three steps from

the top.

CUT TO:

EXT. KIMBLE'S TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT

Snow swirls around the street as Kimble's car pulls into the

driveway. On the third floor, we see a bedroom light still

on.

INT. KIMBLE'S TOWNHOUSE - NIGHT

A GRANDFATHER CLOCK TICKS softly. Kimble tosses his keys on

the entry table, picks up a stack of mail on the table and

calls up the stairs.

KIMBLE:

I'm home. Did you hear who won the

Bulls game?

No answer. He steps into the:

KITCHEN:

The wall phone shows a line in use. Kimble notices it. The

WASHER BUZZES, he switches the clothes from washer to dryer,

and STARTS the MACHINE. Takes a bottle of wine and two

glassesand leaves the kitchen.

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