EXT. CHICAGO - AERIAL - NIGHT
CREDITS BEGIN OVER:
Snow swirls around the tall buildings of downtown Chicago.
EXT. CHICAGO HOTEL - NIGHT
Cars, taxis, limos line the street. A cab pulls up and MAN
in tuxedo moves into:
INT. CHICAGO HOTEL - BALLROOM - NIGHT
THROUGH arriving guests we PICK UP the Man climbing stairs
to the ballroom.
ANGLE - COAT CHECK
The Man hands his coat to coat check woman and thanks her.
When he turns we get our first view of DR. RICHARD KIMBLE,
a tall, athletic man, with a trim beard.
He moves from the outer lobby into a fabulously decorated
ballroom where a fashion show is taking place as a medical
fundraiser. Doctors and their spouses, hospital brass and
sponsors mingle. Women sit near the runway watching the
models. Men talk by the bar. The room is packed.
A banner over the rostrum says: "CHILDREN'S RESEARCH AND
Kimble is handed a glass of champagne, which he promptly
sets on another waiter's passing tray.
DR. ROBERTS, a large surgeon, pulls Kimble over to a group
of surgeons gathered around a bar. Smoking cigars.
Cancun. Nat just talked everybody
A hospital equipment rep, NAT, is buying drinks.
So, what's the deal? If the hospital
buys ten new -
No, no, no, no strings attached, Dr.
Kimble. Industrial Hospital Supply
has no ulterior motives.
On the house, huh?
Tonic water with lime.
Never get me to sell my soul for one
of those trips...
His tone silences the group. Kimble takes his drink.
... But if you get any more Bulls
tickets, Nat, give me a call.
The group laughs, Kimble extracts himself and CREDITS
CONTINUE OVER -
Moving through the crowd.
Nearly gets hit in the follow-through of an imaginary
You're slicing, Dave. Don't turn
He keeps moving.
ANGLE - TOUGH-LOOKING LAB RAT
KATHY WAHLUND, totally out of her element amid the formal
elegance around her. She wears a leather jacket over
T-shirt and stares at the action on the fashion runway.
I'm so glad you talked me into
coming, Richard... I can pick my
It's for a good cause, Kath...
Besides you need to get out of the
lab more. Your electron microscope
is starting to give you a tan.
She smiles. He moves on.
ANGLE - PARTY
Kimble continues down the bar when he spots a friend...
DR. JAMES NICHOLS turns, smiles. Mid-40s, head of the
University Hospital. He is a fit contemporary.
Richard, I just saw someone who
wanted to meet you...
Just then Kimble spots an attractive WOMAN, late thirties,
wearing a drop-dead, simple black gown. She's surrounded by
a group of men hanging on her every word. She and Kimble
catch a look and hold it.
Richard Kimble... Alex Lentz. Alex
is working on the RDU90 trials for
Kimble turns to meet DR. ALEXANDER LENTZ, late 30s, tan,
smiling. Lentz extends his hand...
Dr. Kimble... Sorry, we've been
trading phone calls last few days
... something about a biopsy report
I returned to you?
Yeah... Three. Livers appeared
hepatetic to me.
I'll be in my office in the morning
and I'll pull up the samples. Is that
a good time for you?
(holds Kimble's look,
then to Nichols)
See you, Jim.
Lentz moves on. Kimble looks after him a beat, then focuses
on relocating the Woman he just saw. She's gone. He and
Nichols move together through the party.