The Fugitive Transcripts

FADE IN

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

The mid-1960s.  A seedy hotel lobby in a bad neighborhood of Chicago, 
Illinois.  Police lieutenant PHILIP GERARD, possibly America's most 
dedicated plainclothes detective, strides up to the front desk.  The 
DESK CLERK, sitting at the hotel switchboard, looks up from the magazine 
he's reading.

				DESK CLERK
			(to Gerard)
		You want something?

As Gerard shows his badge to the Desk Clerk, the switchboard BUZZES.

				DESK CLERK
			(answers the phone)
		Edmund Hotel.

Gerard pulls out a copy of Richard Kimble's Wanted Poster (which he is
never without) and unfolds it while the Desk Clerk puts the call 
through.

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INT. KIMBLE'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY

Upstairs in Room Twelve, RICHARD KIMBLE, perhaps America's most elusive 
fugitive, stands at the sink, shaving.  His phone RINGS.  He looks at 
it uneasily, wondering who might be calling, then slowly moves to it.

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INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

At the front desk, Gerard shows the wanted poster to the Desk Clerk.

				GERARD
		Is this man staying here?

The Desk Clerk stares in disbelief and then turns to look at the 
switchboard.  Gerard realizes Kimble is upstairs right now, talking on 
the phone.

				GERARD
			(urgently)
		His room.  Which one is it?

				DESK CLERK
		Uh... Twelve.

Gerard grabs the spare key to Room Twelve from a conveniently-placed 
hook -- and rockets up the stairs.

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INT. KIMBLE'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY

Gun drawn, Gerard bursts into Kimble's room.  Empty.  Gerard sees the 
sink, and the evidence that someone was just shaving.  Gerard rushes 
into the bathroom.  Empty.  He looks out an open window. 

				GERARD
		Kimble!

In the alley below, Kimble stops, turns, and sees Gerard who aims his 
gun right at him.  Kimble wheels around and runs. Gerard FIRES a shot.  
Has Kimble been hit?

								WIPE TO:

THE MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE

We see the title, THE FUGITIVE, over an eerie silhouette of a man 
running down a dark alley at night.  The bottomlessly-deep voice of an 
omniscient NARRATOR fills us in on all we need to know.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		The Fugitive... a QM Production...

We see Kimble's ruggedly handsome, sorrowful face.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		... starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard 
		Kimble...

A blindfolded statue of Lady Justice holds aloft her set of scales.  
A gray-haired Kimble stands in court.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
 		... an innocent victim of blind justice ...

In Kimble's home, the dead body of Helen Kimble lies sprawled on the floor.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		... falsely convicted for the murder of his 
		wife...

A moving train at night.  Handcuffed together inside the train, Kimble 
and Gerard pitch forward.  The train lurches off the track. 

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		... reprieved by Fate when a train wreck freed 
		him en route to the death house...

Kimble, battered and with his shirt torn, emerges from the wreck with 
the handcuff around his wrist broken.  He crouches behind a guard
rail.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		... freed him to hide in lonely desperation...

A bottle of black hair dye.  Kimble colors his hair black.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		... to change his identity...

Kimble as a farmhand, a truck driver, a bartender.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		.... to toil at many jobs...

On the night of the murder, a gray-haired Kimble, at the wheel of his 
car, nearly runs over a mysterious one-armed man, running from his home.  
A shocked Kimble gets a brief look at the man's intense face in the 
car's headlights.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		... freed him to search for a one-armed man he 
		saw leave the scene of the crime...

Dark-haired, Kimble runs, pursued down a dark alley by a grim-faced Gerard.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		... freed him to run before the relentless 
		pursuit of the police lieutenant obsessed with 
		his capture.

We see again the eerie silhouette of Kimble running down the dark alley.

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A MONTAGE of this episode's guest stars.

				ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
		The guest stars in tonight's story: Charles 
		Aidman; Frank Aletter; Jacqueline Scott. Also 
		starring Barry Morse as Lt. Philip Gerard.

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THE TITLE CARD 

Under the words TRIAL BY FIRE is the image of Kimble's silhouette 
carrying a suitcase near a railroad crossing.

				ANNOUNCER (v.o.)
		Tonight's episode:  Trial By Fire.

								FADE OUT


EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

FADE IN on Richard Kimble, newspaper in hand, as he walks down a 
deserted street late one evening to a public pay phone.  He enters the 
booth, shuts the door, takes out a handful of change, deposits a coin, 
and dials.

				KIMBLE
		Operator, I want to call Stafford, Indiana.  
		KL-52074, please.

As Kimble deposits six more coins for his long distance call, the 
cavernously-deep voice of the omniscient narrator is heard.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		Occasionally, a fugitive must make contact with 
		reality to escape the loneliness of flight, to 
		preserve his sanity.  For Richard Kimble, 
		contact with reality consists of an occasional 
		telephone conversation with his sister.... 

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INT. DONNA'S HOUSE - STAFFORD, INDIANA - NIGHT

DONNA KIMBLE TAFT, Kimble's younger, emotionally fragile sister, brushes 
her hair as she crosses to the RINGING phone.  Throughout the call, we 
CUT BACK AND FORTH from Donna to Kimble.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		... Tonight's call, however, could mean a great 
		deal more.

				DONNA
			(answers)
		Hello?

				KIMBLE
		Hello, Donna.

				DONNA
		Oh, I've been praying you'd call.  It's been 
		over two months this time.

				KIMBLE
		Well, what's wrong?  Is Dad all right?

				DONNA
		Yeah, he's fine.  He's a little slow but he's 
		fine.  Listen, uh, something's come up.

				KIMBLE
		What?

				DONNA
		A witness.  We've got a witness.

				KIMBLE
		I don't understand.

				DONNA
		Well, um, a man who says he saw that man, er, 
		the one-armed man.

				KIMBLE
		Go on.

				DONNA
		Well, um, we got a letter, I guess about a week 
		ago, from this man in Chicago.  And he says that 
		he was here in Stafford that night.  And he was, 
		uh, driving down your street when he, um... 
		Well, he says that he saw him.

				KIMBLE
			(sighs)
		Donna, we've had so many crackpots.

				DONNA
		Yeah, I know.  But this man's not a crackpot.  
		He's a, uh, captain in the army.  Um, he's... 
		His name's Eckhardt.  I, uh, well, I-I phoned a 
		private investigator in Chicago to check on him.  
		And, um, he-he checks. 

				KIMBLE
		Why now, after so long?

				DONNA
		I don't know.  Now, I think he's a little bit 
		sorry he said anything 'cuz he told this private 
		investigator, uh, Mr. Christopher, that, uh, he 
		doesn't want to testify.  So, um, I mean, we 
		don't know what to do next and that's why I had 
		to talk to you.

				KIMBLE
		Where can I find this Christopher?

				DONNA
		Uh, it's 436 Mason Avenue in Chicago.

				KIMBLE
		I'll leave tonight.

				DONNA
		Are you all right?

				KIMBLE
		Yeah.  Yeah, I'm all right.  Say hello to Len, 
		kiss the kids for me.  
			(beat)
		Thanks, Donna.

They hang up.  Kimble leaves the phone booth not sure what to make of 
the big news.

								DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CITY HALL - STAFFORD - DAY

The next morning.  A couple of people walk up the stone steps and enter 
the building under a sign that reads: STAFFORD CITY HALL.

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INT. BURTON GREEN'S OFFICE - STAFFORD - DAY

Inside a private office, Donna confers with her attorney, BURTON GREEN, 
an energetic, moustached man in his mid-thirties and an old family 
friend of the Kimbles'.

				DONNA
		Why would Gerard phone me unless he somehow 
		found out about Dick's call last night?

				BURTON GREEN
		There could be a lot of reasons.  But the next 
		time he calls, you know absolutely nothing about 
		anything.

				DONNA
			(sighs)
		I don't know.  Maybe I was wrong to tell Dick 
		about it. Now he's getting involved himself.  
		The risk might be too great.

				BURTON GREEN
		Well, if you ask me, he could probably use a 
		piece of good news.

				DONNA
		But what if Eckhardt doesn't testify and this 
		whole thing falls through?

				BURTON GREEN
		If it falls through, Dick is in no worse shape 
		than he is now.
 
				DONNA
		We'll... We'll have killed the only hope he's 
		had in two years.  A terrible risk.

				BURTON GREEN
		Not much.  As long as no one knows.  But it is a 
		small town.  A loose remark...  I haven't even 
		told my secretary.

				DONNA
		Well, Len's out of town.  I'll be careful with 
		the kids.  Listen, you call me just as soon as 
		you hear anything.

				BURTON GREEN
		Of course.

Burt escorts Donna out of his office, past his secretary, and to the 
door.

				DONNA
			(to the secretary)
		Good-bye.

The secretary looks up at her and then over to the other side of the 
room.  Donna follows her gaze.  So does Burt.  Standing there, in his 
typically stiff, arms-behind-the-back stance is the ominous figure of 
Lieutenant Gerard.  He nods politely to Burt who shows Donna out the 
door. After she exits, Burt confronts Gerard.

				BURTON GREEN
		I didn't know you were waiting, Lieutenant.

				GERARD
		I was curious.  You ordered a copy of the Kimble 
		transcript from the court clerk.

				BURTON GREEN
		It's a small town.

				GERARD
		You've been retained by the family?

				BURTON GREEN
		They haven't had any real counsel in almost two 
		years.

				GERARD
		I don't see why they'd need counsel now unless 
		they're... thinking about another appeal.

				BURTON GREEN
			(grins)
		You're fishing, Lieutenant.

				GERARD
		Yes, I suppose I am.  Besides, you know as well 
		as I do, there's no sense filing unless you've 
		got some sort of new evidence.

				BURTON GREEN
		And there couldn't be any new evidence could 
		there?  I mean, after all, he is guilty.

Gerard heads for the door.

				GERARD
		Thank you.

Burt watches Gerard exit, then returns to his office.

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INT. HALLWAY - DAY

Down the hall from Burton Green's office, a moody Gerard encounters 
SGT. RAINEY, another plainclothes detective.

				SGT. RAINEY
		Lieutenant?  Something wrong?

				GERARD
		I don't know.  But it might be a good idea to 
		keep an eye on Burt Green.  A lawyer 
		representing Kimble shouldn't be looking that 
		pleased with himself.

Sgt. Rainey nods.  Gerard, deep in thought, walks off.

								DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CHICAGO, ILLINOIS - DAY

Skyscrapers tower over the Windy City.

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EXT. ECKHARDT'S APARTMENT HOUSE - CHICAGO - DAY

A cab pulls up to the curb.  Kimble gets out and approaches the 
building's front door as the cab drives off.  A woman with a sack of 
groceries rings a bell to be let in to the building.  Kimble checks the 
mailboxes for Eckhardt's name as a BUZZER sounds, unlocking the door 
and allowing the woman to enter.  Kimble finds Eckhardt's name:  CAPT. 
AND MRS. JAMES ECKHARDT in apartment 407.  Kimble tries the front door 
but it's now locked.  He reaches over and presses the doorbell that the 
woman had just pressed.  After a moment, the BUZZER sounds and Kimble 
slips into the building.

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INT. ECKHARDT'S APARTMENT - CHICAGO - DAY

A small but comfortable apartment.  U.S. Army CAPTAIN JAMES ECKHARDT, 
a thoughtful and conscientious gentleman with sad eyes, gets dressed as 
he talks with his withdrawn teenaged son, J.J. ECKHARDT.  J.J. sits on a 
couch in the living room, reading a baseball magazine.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		J.J.?  Don't you have a game this morning?  I 
		thought you'd... gone out already.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		They don't need me.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Weren't they expecting you?

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Yeah, I guess so.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Why aren't you there?

				J.J. ECKHARDT
			(snaps at him)
		Because, to tell you the truth...  

The captain is surprised at the outburst.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
			(settles down)
		... I'm just not a red hot ballplayer.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		You just gonna lie here and read about it?

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Well, it's better than lousing up the family 
		image, isn't it?

The captain makes a tactical withdrawal to his bedroom to finish 
dressing, leaving J.J. alone.  A quiet KNOCK at the door.  An annoyed 
J.J. throws down his magazine, rises, and answers the door.  It's 
Kimble.

				KIMBLE
		I'd like to see Captain Eckhardt, please.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Are you a friend of his?

				KIMBLE
		Not exactly.  Mr. Christopher has been talking 
		to him about me.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		I don't know him.  And my father's getting 
		dressed.

				KIMBLE
		Look, it's important to me.  Can I wait?

Without a word, J.J. lets Kimble enter.  Kimble stands around awkwardly 
while J.J. sullenly returns to the couch and his magazine.  Kimble 
looks the apartment over and sees some of Eckhardt's personal 
memorabilia: a slew of medals, awards, a class photo from a military 
academy, a picture of Eckhardt in uniform, etc.  J.J. watches Kimble.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
			(unenthusiastic, to Kimble)
		My dad's a hero, you know that?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT (o.s.)
		Who's there, J.J.?

				J.J. ECKHARDT
			(to Capt. Eckhardt)
		Somebody to see ya!
			(to Kimble)
		What'd you say your name was?

The captain enters, in civilian clothes (a natty suit and tie), and 
recognizes Kimble immediately.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(to J.J.)
		J.J.  You have some schoolwork to do?

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Like, "Get lost"?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(glancing at Kimble)
		I think this gentleman would like to talk to me 
		in private.

J.J. stares at Kimble a moment, wondering what's going on.  Finally, he 
heads out of the room.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
			(exits)
		I'll be in the kitchen.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		That, uh, detective, Christopher, didn't tell me 
		that you were planning to come here yourself.  
		It's kind of a surprise.

				KIMBLE
		You see, my family gets a lot of mail about me.  
		Some from cranks and some from people who just 
		want to feel important.  And some from people 
		who'd like to help but can't.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Well, I'm sorry, Dr. Kimble, but I-I'm not 
		making this up.

				KIMBLE
		Why did you wait so long to tell anyone about 
		it?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		You look in the center drawer of that, uh, desk.  
		Under some papers, you'll find a magazine.

Kimble goes to the desk, opens the drawer, and pulls out the magazine.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Somewhere around the middle of it there's an 
		article about you.

Kimble finds the article. It's illustrated with a mug shot from his 
wanted poster, a photo of Helen Kimble's dead body sprawled on the 
floor, a picture of Gerard, and an artist's rendering of the one-armed 
man.  The headline reads: THE PUBLIC ASKS: IS KIMBLE STILL ALIVE?  

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		I saw it for the first time in a barber shop a 
		week ago Saturday.  

The doorbell BUZZES.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(rises)
		That'd be my wife.

J.J., carrying a half-eaten apple, bursts in from the kitchen and runs 
to answer the door.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		I'll get it.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(upset to see him)
		J.J.!  Were you listening?

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Well...  I already knew.  I heard you and Mom 
		talking about it.

				KIMBLE
		You didn't mention it to anyone, did you?

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Oh, of course not.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		J.J., you understand that this has got to be 
		kept secret.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
			(snaps at him)
		Give me credit for something, will ya?

Kimble senses the tension between father and son.  MARION ECKHARDT, the
captain's tired-looking wife, enters with a bag of groceries.

				MRS. ECKHARDT
		I should never go shopping without you, Jim...

Mrs. Eckhardt catches sight of Kimble and freezes.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Marion, this is Dr. Kimble.

She's not too happy to see a wanted man in her apartment.

				MRS. ECKHARDT
		I know.
			(to Kimble)
		Taking a chance coming here like this, aren't 
		you?  I mean...

Mrs. Eckhardt sees J.J.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(off J.J.)
		It's all right.  He knows.

J.J. takes the groceries from his mother and retreats to the kitchen.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(to Mrs. Eckhardt)
		Dr. Kimble believes that I may have made all 
		this up.

				KIMBLE
		No, I just meant that after so long a time, I 
		didn't see how--

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		My, uh, father lived in Stafford.  I went there 
		because he suffered a stroke.  He didn't 
		recognize me.  Anyway, as I was leaving, I 
		turned the corner and I saw this man running 
		out of a house.  There was another car ahead of 
		me, almost ran him down.  He, uh, looked a lot 
		like that picture in the magazine.  Including 
		the one arm missing.

				KIMBLE
			(sits, stunned)
		You were behind my car?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		I even got a pretty good look at you when you 
		stopped and went into the house.

				KIMBLE
		Why didn't you stop?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Oh, why should I?  I didn't know there'd been a 
		murder.

				KIMBLE
		You must have read about it in the papers the 
		next morning.

J.J. returns from the kitchen and sits with his mother listening to the 
captain talk with Kimble.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		I had to catch a plane that night.  The next 
		morning when the story must have come out, I... 
		I was in Europe with my wife and son.  There 
		was nothing about it in the camp news or the 
		German papers.  I didn't know there'd been a 
		murder until I saw that magazine last week.  
		You see, I'm here for separation.  Disability 
		retirement.  

Kimble doesn't look convinced.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		What's wrong, Dr. Kimble?  You still don't 
		believe me.

A nervous Mrs. Eckhardt glances from her husband to Kimble.

				KIMBLE
		Well, it... It's hard to believe that you do 
		exist.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Well, it's... all true, believe me.

				KIMBLE
		You said you refuse to testify?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Oh, that's right, I--  But I'll sign a sworn 
		statement, anything.

				KIMBLE
		That's not good enough.  We need you in court.

				MRS. ECKHARDT
			(to Capt. Eckhardt)
		Jim.  I must say something.
			(to Kimble)
		Last week, two days after my husband wrote that 
		letter to your sister, he was offered a job, a 
		good job, with one of the big electronics firms 
		on the coast.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Now, let me explain, Marion...

				MRS. ECKHARDT
			(to Kimble)
		And now, with this hearing and trial and all 
		that...  Well, they just won't wait for him.  
		He has to accept this week.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Now, isn't that for me to decide, Marion?

				MRS. ECKHARDT
			(to Kimble)
		Dr. Kimble, my husband is forty-three years old, 
		a career officer, with citations any soldier 
		would be proud of.  And now he's being retired.  
		Unfit for active duty -- that's how they worded 
		it.

				KIMBLE
		Something about a disability retirement?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(to Kimble)
		Uh, it's my leg.  Half a dozen operations and 
		all I've got to show for it is a lot of sick 
		leave.

				MRS. ECKHARDT
			(to Kimble)
		My husband is a very unselfish man, Dr. Kimble.  
		He's waited a long time and I'm his wife and I 
		know what he's been through.  I'm... I'm very 
		sorry.

Mrs. Eckhardt turns her back on Kimble and walks to the far side of the 
room. Kimble faces the family with a mixture of anger and sorrow, 
wanting to plead with them, but somehow controlling himself, choking
back his words.

				KIMBLE
		Well, I'm sorry, too.  
			(long pause)
		I mean, I wish there were...  were another way.  
		You see, this is the first chance I've seen to 
		go back, to start... I can't force you to 
		testify.

The captain lowers his head, unable to watch Kimble suffering like 
this. Kimble reluctantly starts to leave.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Dr. Kimble.  

Kimble stops.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(sighs)
		Before... you were, uh, just a name, a picture 
		in a magazine.  Well, it's different now.  All 
		right, I'll... testify for you.

Mrs. Eckhardt walks out of the room.  A grateful Kimble is floored.

								FADE OUT

EXT. CITY HALL - STAFFORD - DAY

FADE IN on the ominous, imperious figure of Lt. Gerard striding out of 
the building and into an unmarked police car awaiting him at the curb.  
The car drives off.

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INT. POLICE CAR - DAY

Sgt. Rainey, at the wheel, sits uncomfortably beside Gerard.

				SGT. RAINEY
		There wasn't time to check with you.  Green 
		grabbed this plane just before it took off.  I 
		had to decide right there and then.  I guess I 
		blew it.

				GERARD
		That's right.  He's in Chicago and we're here.

				SGT. RAINEY
		At least I scared some information out of his 
		secretary.  He went to meet some guy named 
		Eckhardt.

				GERARD
			(sneers at Rainey)
		And you were saving it.  Where is he?

Rainey hands over a piece of paper. Gerard scans it and nods with grim 
satisfaction before pocketing it.

								DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CHICAGO - DAY

Skyscrapers tower over the City of Broad Shoulders.

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EXT. EDMUND HOTEL - CHICAGO - DAY

A cab -- marked ACE CAB CO. (Chicago's Finest) -- stops in front of a 
seedy hotel in a seedy part of town. Burton Green, in the back seat, 
pays the driver, gets out, crosses the street, and enters the hotel.

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INT. KIMBLE'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY

Kimble watches Burton Green from a window of his seedy little room.  He 
puts on his jacket and waits nervously by the door.  A quiet KNOCK.  A 
tense Kimble opens the door and Burt hastily slips in.  The two men 
shake hands.

				BURTON GREEN
		Been a long time, Dick.

				KIMBLE
		Thanks for coming, Burt.

				BURTON GREEN
			(hands Kimble a paper)
		I, uh, I need this authorization signed so I 
		can appear for you.

				KIMBLE
		Tell me now.

				BURTON GREEN
			(all smiles)
		Positive.  Double positive.  I just spent three 
		hours with your Captain Eckhardt.  We went over 
		everything twice, I even tried to trip him up.  
		You've got yourself a bona fide witness, Dick.

				KIMBLE
		What happens next?

				BURTON GREEN
		I pick up my things at Eckhardt's and, uh, catch 
		the next plane to Stafford.  And, uh, I want you 
		to come back with me.

				KIMBLE
		Now?

				BURTON GREEN
		Well, as an attorney, I'm also an officer of 
		the court and I am under an obligation to 
		advise you to turn yourself in.  Besides, we've 
		got the wheels turning and I want you back 
		there.

				KIMBLE
		I thought it'd take months.

				BURTON GREEN
		No, as soon as I get off that plane I'm going 
		straight to my office and draw up a writ of 
		corum novis.

				KIMBLE
		Corum nova?

				BURTON GREEN
		Novis.  It asks the court to hold a hearing 
		to test the new evidence.  First thing in the 
		morning, I present the writ in the Superior 
		Court.

				KIMBLE
		Why the rush?

				BURTON GREEN
		Well, I promised Eckhardt I'd try to speed 
		things up.  He may be able to get a delay on 
		that job he's been offered.

				KIMBLE
		I'd feel a lot better if he could.

				BURTON GREEN
		More important than that, you're entitled to 
		your freedom.  The quicker, the better.  We'll 
		get an immediate hearing, I'm sure of that. 
		And when the court hears what we've got, I'm 
		positive we'll get a new trial.

Kimble shakily crosses to the window and looks out.

				KIMBLE
		That's... That's all there is to it?  Sounds so 
		simple.

				BURTON GREEN
		What's wrong, Dick?

				KIMBLE
		I don't know.  You see, I've been looking for 
		that one-armed man for so long... Doesn't seem 
		real.  Like he never existed.

				BURTON GREEN
		Eckhardt exists.  He's all we need.  
			(off the paper)
		Now, sign that and we'll-we'll get on our way.

Burt hands Kimble a pen and watches happily as he signs the paper and 
hands it back.  Kimble wants to say something but can't.  Burt looks at 
him quizzically.

				KIMBLE
		I can't go back with you, Burt.  Not just now.  
		I hope you understand.

				BURTON GREEN
			(disappointed, but understands)
		All right.

				KIMBLE
		Thanks.

				BURTON GREEN
		Either Donna or I'll be in touch with you here, 
		after the hearing.  Meanwhile, you try to relax.

Burt exits while an overwhelmed Kimble stands at the window, fingering 
the curtain and the windowshade.  He lets go of the shade and it SNAPS 
shut.

								DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ECKHARDT'S APARTMENT HOUSE - DAY

Burton Green's cab stops on Eckhardt's street.  Burt gets out and 
crosses the street to Eckhardt's building, failing to notice Gerard 
approaching the cab.

				GERARD
		Cab driver?

				CAB DRIVER
			(doing paperwork)
		I'm sorry, I'm off-duty now.

Gerard glances at Lieutenant HORVATH, a uniformed Chicago policeman, 
who joins Gerard at the cab.  The Cab Driver realizes he's being 
questioned by the police.

				CAB DRIVER
			(to Gerard)
		On the other hand, what can I do for you?

				GERARD
		I want you to take us back to the exact spot 
		you picked up that last fare.

Burt, standing by the front door of the apartment house, looks around 
just in time to see Gerard getting into the cab as it pulls away.  
Momentarily stunned, he forgets he has to ring to enter the building 
and pushes on the locked door.  He frantically presses the door bell.  
The BUZZER sounds and he rushes inside.

								CUT TO:

INT. CAB - DAY

Gerard and Horvath sit in the back seat as the cab cruises along.

				LT. HORVATH
			(to Gerard)
		You think this Eckhardt is mixed up in the 
		Kimble thing?

				GERARD
		I think he figures somewhere, no matter what he 
		claims.
			(to the Cab Driver)
		Can you get any more speed out of this?

				LT. HORVATH
		How can you be so sure that Green just came from 
		seeing Kimble?

				GERARD
		I'm not.

								CUT TO:

INT. ECKHARDT'S APARTMENT - DAY

J.J., your typical 1960s American teenager, slouches in a chair with 
his feet up on the desk, talking on the telephone.  

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Oh, so big deal, you lost...

J.J. ignores the urgent KNOCK at the door.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Aw, he's a lousy pitcher, that's all...

Captain Eckhardt limps across the room to answer the door.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Aw, that one time, he got lucky, are you 
		kidding?

Burton Green bursts in and rushes to the phone.

				BURTON GREEN
			(to Capt. Eckhardt)
		I have to use your phone.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		I'm glad you got back.  Lieutenant Gerard was 
		here.  I didn't tell him anything.

				BURTON GREEN
			(to J.J.)
		I have to use the phone.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
			(to Burt)
		Yeah, in a minute. 
			(into the phone)
		Well, look what happ--

				BURTON GREEN
		We don't have a minute!

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Hang up, J.J.!  This is important.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
			(into the phone)
		I'll call you back.

Burt grabs the phone, hangs up, and dials the operator.  A sulky J.J. 
walks away, giving his father a dirty look.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
			(to Capt. Eckhardt)
		Everything around here's important!

				BURTON GREEN
			(into the phone)
		Operator...

								CUT TO:

EXT. EDMUND HOTEL - DAY

Across the street from Kimble's hotel, the cab comes to a stop.  Gerard 
and Horvath get out and scan the area.  The Cab Driver sits at the wheel.

				GERARD
			(to the cabdriver)
		Are you sure this is the place he came out of?

				CAB DRIVER
		I guess so.

				LT. HORVATH
		Don't guess.

				CAB DRIVER
		Yeah, that's it.

				LT. HORVATH
		I better phone for more men.

				GERARD
		No.  No time. Just keep an eye on the street.

Gerard crosses the street, heading for the hotel.

				LT. HORVATH
			(to the Cab Driver)
		Pull up there and wait.

								CUT TO:

INT. ECKHARDT'S APARTMENT - DAY

Captain Eckhardt looks on with concern at a frantic Burton Green on 
the phone.

				BURTON GREEN
		No, no, Operator.  I'm pretty sure it's on 
		Avondale Street.  
			(beat) 
		That's it...  Thank you.

Burt hangs up and dials the number.

								CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

Gerard strides up to the front desk.  The DESK CLERK, sitting at the 
hotel switchboard, looks up from the magazine he's reading.

				DESK CLERK
			(to Gerard)
		You want something?

As Gerard shows his badge to the Desk Clerk, the switchboard BUZZES.

				DESK CLERK
			(answers the phone)
		Edmund Hotel.

Gerard pulls out a copy of Kimble's Wanted Poster and unfolds it while 
the Desk Clerk puts the call through.

								CUT TO:

INT. KIMBLE'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY

Upstairs in Room Twelve, Kimble stands at the sink, shaving.  His phone 
RINGS.  He looks at it uneasily, wondering who might call him, then 
slowly moves toward it.

								CUT TO:

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY

At the front desk, Gerard shows the wanted poster to the Desk Clerk.

				GERARD
		Is this man staying here?

The Desk Clerk stares in disbelief and then turns to look at the 
switchboard.  Gerard realizes Kimble is upstairs right now, talking on 
the phone.

				GERARD
			(urgently)
		His room.  Which one is it?

				DESK CLERK
		Uh... Twelve.

Gerard grabs the spare key to Room Twelve from a conveniently-placed 
hook -- and rockets up the stairs.

								CUT TO:

INT. KIMBLE'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY

Gun drawn, Gerard bursts into Kimble's room.  Empty.  Gerard sees the 
sink and the evidence that someone just finished shaving.  Gerard 
rushes into the bathroom.  Empty.  He looks out an open window. 

				GERARD
		Kimble!

In the alley below, Kimble stops, turns, and sees Gerard who aims his 
gun right at him.  Kimble wheels around and runs. Gerard FIRES a shot.  
Kimble races out of the alley and disappears from view.  Gerard climbs 
out the window and on to the fire escape.

								CUT TO:

EXT. EDMUND HOTEL - DAY

Lt. Horvath, out front, hears the shot and runs to the rear of the 
hotel.  Gerard climbs down the fire escape to the alley just as Lt. 
Horvath, gun drawn, rounds the corner.  Gerard races down the alley, 
with Horvath right behind.  The two policemen reach the street and scan 
the area.  Plenty of midday traffic -- but Kimble is nowhere in sight.  
A disappointed Gerard holsters his gun and the two policemen walk back 
to the hotel.

								FADE OUT

EXT. CITY HALL - STAFFORD - DAY

FADE IN on a worker hosing down the front steps.  We PAN UP to a window 
on the second floor: Burton Green's office.

								CUT TO:

INT. BURTON GREEN'S OFFICE - STAFFORD - DAY

The next morning, an exhausted Burton Green paces his office, dictating 
to his secretary.

				BURTON GREEN
			(dictates)
		According to the transcript, uh, Richard Kimble 
		saw a one-armed man running away from his 
		house...

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		In Stafford, a man has worked through until 
		morning preparing to set in motion the 
		ponderous machinery of the law.

								CUT TO:

INT. POLICE CAR - CHICAGO - DAY

Lt. Horvath drives Gerard to the airport.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		In Chicago, another man continues the pursuit 
		begun so long ago.

				LT. HORVATH
		We'll be there in plenty of time.  Your plane 
		doesn't leave for an hour.

				GERARD
		I've got a feeling he's still here in Chicago. 
		That lawyer came here to see him for a reason.

				LT. HORVATH
		Phil, I've had everyone alerted since last 
		night.  Chicago's a little bigger than Stafford, 
		remember?  

Gerard gives Horvath a dirty look.  The police car phone RINGS.  
Horvath picks up.

				LT. HORVATH
			(into phone)
		Horvath...  Yeah...  This morning?...  Okay, 
		I'll tell him.  

Horvath hangs up.

				LT. HORVATH
			(to Gerard)
		Your office called and left a message about 
		Kimble.  Seems that Green has filed a writ 
		asking for a hearing for a new trial. 

				GERARD
		They say on what grounds?

				LT. HORVATH
		Well, it seems they have a witness.

				GERARD
			(suddenly understands)
		Named Eckhardt.

								DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ILLINOIS STATE PRISON - DAY

The next day.  A bleak, imposing structure built by the river.

								CUT TO:

INT. ILLINOIS STATE PRISON - DAY

In the prison library, convict EDDIE BRAGG finishes reading a newspaper 
and returns it to a rack.  As he does, he looks at the front page.  
It's The Star-Dispatch and the big headline reads: KIMBLE RE-TRIAL 
HEARING TOMORROW over Kimble's mug shot and a picture of Captain 
Eckhardt.  Eddie Bragg checks to make sure the guard isn't looking, 
then tears out the story and stuffs it in his pocket.  After returning 
the paper to the rack, Eddie Bragg approaches the guard.

				EDDIE BRAGG
		Johnson, I gotta see the warden.

The guard crosses his arms and nods as if to say, "Yeah, right."

				EDDIE BRAGG
		Come on now.  It's important.  I've got 
		something he'd love to hear about.

								CUT TO:

INT. HEARING ROOM - STAFFORD - DAY

The big hearing is underway in an undistinguished hearing room.  It's 
nothing fancy: the JUDGE wears a regular suit and sits at an ordinary 
table.  Donna sits behind Burton Green.  Gerard sits behind Les 
Donaldson, the DEPUTY PROSECUTOR.  The unflappable Captain Eckhardt is 
on the stand finishing his testimony.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		I, uh, can't remember exactly what I thought 
		when I saw that man running out of the house, 
		the one with the arm missing.  I remember 
		thinking there might be trouble.  But then the 
		other man, Kimble, stopped and went into the 
		house.  All I knew was that I had to get to the 
		airport in order to make it back to Germany on 
		time.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
			(rises)
		You said your father lived on Oak Lane, Captain?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		That's right.  In an apartment house.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		I see.  Oak Lane is a through street.  Now, if 
		you were headed north, why go to the next 
		street, Beacon?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		I was parked at the end of the block as I 
		remember.  I figured it was easier to turn 
		right and then turn right again instead of 
		making a U-turn.  Besides, it would be against 
		the law, wouldn't it?

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		Do you drink, Captain?

				BURTON GREEN
			(rises)
		I object, your honor.

				JUDGE
		May I remind you this is only a hearing, Mr. 
		Green.  If this line of questioning is 
		pertinent to the events of that night, then 
		proceed, Mr. Donaldson.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
			(to the judge)
		It is. Thank you, your honor.

Burt sits.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
			(to Capt. Eckhardt)
		Were you accustomed to drinking any form of 
		intoxicating beverage, Captain Eckhardt?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		I used to take a drink before supper sometimes.  
		I still do.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		Just one?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Maybe two.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		Possibly three?  Or more?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(firmly)
		Not very likely.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		What about that night?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		That night?

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		Captain, isn't it possible you'd had a few 
		drinks?  You were in a hurry.  As you rushed to 
		get to the airport, things got a little fuzzy.  
		You couldn't be certain exactly what you saw.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		That night, at the airport, I grabbed a 
		sandwich before I got on the plane.  I'd missed 
		supper.  I didn't have time to eat or take a 
		drink even if I'd wanted one.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		No further questions, your honor.

				JUDGE
		Anything more you'd like to add, Mr. Green?

				BURTON GREEN
		It's all been said and re-said, your honor.

As the judge readies his ruling, the DP sits back down and confers 
quietly with Gerard.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		Well, I couldn't shake him.  Maybe his story's 
		legitimate.

				GERARD
		Maybe...

Meanwhile, Donna confers quietly with Burton Green.

				DONNA
		Can you tell how he'll decide?

				BURTON GREEN
		I'd almost bet on it.

A uniformed officer enters the room and whispers something in Gerard's 
ear.  Gerard rises and the two policemen exit.

								CUT TO:

INT. OUTSIDE THE HEARING ROOM - DAY

The uniformed officer shuts the hearing room door as Gerard crosses to 
a receptionist's desk to take a phone call.

				GERARD
		Hello?  Long distance?  Yes, this is Lieutenant 
		Gerard....  All right, put him on.

								CUT TO:

INT. HEARING ROOM - DAY

The JUDGE taps his gavel lightly.  Donna and Burton Green look at him 
expectantly.

				JUDGE
		It is the opinion of this court that the 
		evidence presented by the witness would indeed 
		seem to merit a new trial.  However, since the 
		defendant, Richard Kimble, is in contempt of the 
		laws of the court by remaining at large, no 
		definite ruling can now be made.

				BURTON GREEN
			(quietly, to Donna)
		It's all right.  It only means that Dick'll have 
		to come in before they'll order a new trial.

				JUDGE
		The attorney for the defendant is hereby 
		instructed that if the defendant surrenders 
		himself, a stay of execution will be granted by 
		the court and a ruling will be issued.  Hearing 
		adjourned.

								CUT TO:

INT. OUTSIDE THE HEARING ROOM - DAY

Burton Green, Donna, and several others exit from the room just as 
Gerard finishes his phone call.

				GERARD
			(into the phone)
		That's very interesting, Warden.  I'll tell the 
		Deputy Prosecutor and we'll fly up there tonight.  
		Yeah...  And, uh, thank you.

Gerard hangs up and turns to find Donna and Burt nearby.

				GERARD
			(to Burt)
		Ah, what was the verdict?

				BURTON GREEN
		As we expected.  No ruling until he surrenders.  
		But we're not worried.

				GERARD
		Oh, no reason you should be, from what I've 
		heard.  Excuse me.

Gerard, trying hard to suppress a slight smirk, turns and walks off.  
Donna doesn't like the looks of that.

				DONNA
		Something's wrong.

				BURTON GREEN
			(nods)
		I'd like to know who that phone call was from.

				DONNA
			(quietly)
		How do we, um, contact Dick?

Burton Green takes her by the arm and leads her away.

								DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CITY PARK - CHICAGO - DAY

Late that afternoon.  A sign reads CERMAK PLAYGROUND - CHICAGO PARK 
DISTRICT.  Kids play.  An old man fishes a newspaper out of a trash 
barrel.  A wary Kimble stands beneath a tree as Burton Green and Donna 
approach.  Burt hangs back a few feet to let brother and sister have a 
rare moment alone.  Donna takes Kimble's hand.

				KIMBLE
		You didn't have to come, Donna.

				DONNA
		I wanted to.

				KIMBLE
		Does Dad know yet?

				DONNA
		Oh... No.  We've kept the papers from him so 
		far.  I mean, the strain on his... his heart 
		and the... Not till everything's certain.

				KIMBLE
		You talk to the judge again, Burt?

Burt joins them at the tree.

				BURTON GREEN
		I made a plea about the special circumstances.  
		I even tried some legal maneuvering but it was 
		no go, Dick.  You've got to come in if you want 
		another chance.

				KIMBLE
		Everything's riding on Eckhardt.

				BURTON GREEN
		He was solid as a rock in that courtroom this 
		morning.

				KIMBLE
		You're that sure, Burt?

				BURTON GREEN
		I am.  But I'm not so sure about Donna.

				DONNA
		Well... Maybe it's just my imagination but, uh, 
		um, after the hearing, Lt. Gerard got this 
		phone call and, uh-- I don't know, it may not 
		have had anything to do with this, but, uh....  
		I-I just have a feeling.

				BURTON GREEN
		I checked all over about that phone call.  I 
		couldn't find out anything.

				DONNA
		It may be nothing, but, uh...

				KIMBLE
		But what?

				BURTON GREEN
		I don't know.  I mean, what could he have?

				KIMBLE
		I'd like a little more time, Burt.  Tomorrow 
		morning?

				BURTON GREEN
		All right.  I can understand that.

				KIMBLE
		With Gerard... Eckhardt come back to Chicago?

				DONNA
		Uh, he was on the same train as us.

				BURTON GREEN
		You want to name a time?

				KIMBLE
			(decisive)
		Courthouse.  Tomorrow, noon.
			(beat)
		Keep checking, will you, Burt?

				DONNA
		I'm sorry if I'm making [worse things worse?].

				KIMBLE
		It's all right.  Gerard can do that to you.

Kimble watches as Burt leads Donna away.

								DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ILLINOIS STATE PRISON - NIGHT

That evening.  A foreboding establishing shot of the prison by night.

								CUT TO:

INT. ILLINOIS STATE PRISON - NIGHT

Seated around a table in an interrogation room, Gerard and the Deputy 
Prosecutor question the obnoxiously smug convict Eddie Bragg.  A prison
guard stands nearby.

				GERARD
		How do we know you're not just making this up?

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		We've got to have something stronger than just 
		your word for it.

				EDDIE BRAGG
		Would a witness do it?

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		Who?

				EDDIE BRAGG
		Bartender named Felix over on Third Avenue.  
		That's where I met the captain.  And the 
		waitress saw us too.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		Okay.  We'll let you know.

The DP signals the guard to take Eddie Bragg away.

				EDDIE BRAGG
		No, wait a minute.  I'm not offering this for 
		free.

				GERARD
		We'll talk to the warden and the parole board.

				EDDIE BRAGG
		You do that.  'Cuz I figure goin' on that stand 
		oughta be worth a big slice of my time.

The DP nods to the guard who escorts Eddie Bragg from the room.

				GERARD
			(off Bragg)
		What he's going to say won't change Eckhardt's 
		testimony.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		But it changes our hero image.  If I put that 
		convict on the stand, there's a very good chance 
		they won't buy one word the captain says.

				GERARD
		So, if Kimble turns himself in...?

The DP gives Gerard a look as if to say "You know damn well what will 
happen."  Gerard, more than a little disgusted at the thought of Kimble 
giving himself up under these circumstances, rises, pushes his chair 
under the table, and stalks off.

								FADE OUT


EXT. ECKHARDT'S APARTMENT HOUSE - CHICAGO - DAY

FADE IN, early the next morning, as J.J. emerges from the building 
carrying his baseball glove and cleats.  Kimble hides in a doorway a 
few doors down warily watching for any sign of the police.   

				KIMBLE
		J.J.!

J.J. joins Kimble in the doorway.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		What're you doing here?

				KIMBLE
		I want to see your father.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Well, he's eating breakfast.  Go on up.

				KIMBLE
			(scans the area for police)
		I'd rather he came down here.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
			(understandingly)
		Sure.

J.J. runs back into the building to fetch his father.

								CUT TO:

INT. CITY HALL - STAFFORD - DAY

Gerard and the DP walk down a hall making small talk when Burton Green 
catches up with them for a confrontation.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
			(to Gerard)
		... court order situation is very complicated.  
		I don't know what can be done about it...

				BURTON GREEN
		Phil?  Did you both get the messages I sent you 
		last night?

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		Yes.  Just a few minutes ago.  He's due in at 
		noon today to surrender?

				BURTON GREEN
		That's what I wanted to talk to you about.  If 
		you have anything new, I'd like to hear about 
		it.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		I guess you would.  But we're under no 
		obligation to hand you our case.  If we've got 
		something, you'll find out in court.

				BURTON GREEN
		That's the way it goes?

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		You know the law.

				BURTON GREEN
		And so do you.  You know I can be back here in a 
		half an hour with an affidavit of discovery.
 
				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		I doubt if you can, Burt, but you can try if 
		you want to.

Gerard's moral streak gets the better of him.

				GERARD
			(to the DP)
		Let him see it.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
			(to Burton Green)
		All right.  The report's in my office.  I'll meet 
		you there.

The DP, slightly annoyed at having to reveal their case, heads for his 
office.  Burton Green, slightly stunned at Gerard's fair play, stares 
at Gerard.

				BURTON GREEN
			(to Gerard)
		Thank you.

Gerard betrays no emotion and merely checks his watch.

				GERARD
		You're running short of time.

				BURTON GREEN
			(follows the DP)
		I know.

Burt and Gerard go their separate ways.

								CUT TO:

EXT. ECKHARDT'S APARTMENT HOUSE - CHICAGO - DAY

In an alley behind the building, J.J. looks on as Kimble and Captain 
Eckhardt confer.

				KIMBLE
		I wanted to talk to you once more before I turn 
		myself in.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		What about?

				KIMBLE
		Anything.  Everything... See, after I surrender, 
		that's it.  After that, it's all you.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Uh, J.J., why don't you go upstairs and see if 
		your mother needs any errands to run?

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		No.  I want to stay.

				KIMBLE
			(to Capt. Eckhardt)
		Is there something you can't say?

The captain gives Kimble an odd look.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		What's wrong, Dad?

				KIMBLE
		Look, if you have any doubts, please tell me.  
		Now.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		You're not gonna pull out on the guy, are ya?

Capt. Eckhardt grows increasingly irritated.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Of course not.

				KIMBLE
		You see, my sister... feels there's something 
		wrong.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Well, what do you mean, wrong?

				KIMBLE
		She doesn't know exactly. It's just that... 
		well, she doesn't like the way Lt. Gerard is 
		acting.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(sharply)
		Now, look, I gave you my word that I'd testify 
		for you, didn't I?  It even cost me a good job.

				KIMBLE
		I'm sorry.  I didn't know.

Captain Eckhardt regains his composure.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Well, forget it.  I hadn't planned to tell you.
			(to J.J.)
		J.J., not a word to Mother.  She doesn't know 
		yet.

J.J. nods.

				KIMBLE
		Well, uh... Bus'll be leaving pretty soon.  
		Thanks.  Good-bye.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Good-bye.

Kimble trudges off down the alley, looking back at the Eckhardts.

								CUT TO:

EXT. CITY HALL - STAFFORD - DAY

People come and go on the front steps.

								CUT TO:

INT. BURTON GREEN'S OFFICE - STAFFORD - DAY

Donna and Burton Green are in the middle of an argument.

				BURTON GREEN
		I know.  But I can't do it.  I just can't do it.

				DONNA
		But it's almost like he's just walking into a 
		trap.

				BURTON GREEN
		Maybe.  But there's still the chance the jury 
		will believe Eckhardt.

				DONNA
		A chance?  Burt, we're talking about Dick's life, 
		not some... lottery ticket!

				BURTON GREEN
		Donna, I told Dick I am not just a lawyer.  I 
		am part of the legal machinery.  I cannot help 
		him avoid arrest.

				DONNA
		At least tell me how I can get in touch with 
		him.

Reluctantly, Burt pulls out his notebook, opens it to a certain page, 
and shows it to Donna.  She grabs Burt's phone and dials.

								CUT TO:

INT. ECKHARDT'S APARTMENT - CHICAGO - DAY

Mrs. Eckhardt, clearing the breakfast table, answers the RINGING phone.

				MRS. ECKHARDT
		Hello?  
			(beat)
		Yes, I know who you are.  
			(beat)
		Yes, he's with my husband now.  They're 
		downstairs somewhere.

For the rest of the phone call, we CUT BACK AND FORTH between Mrs. 
Eckhardt in Chicago and Donna in Stafford.  Behind Donna stands Burt, 
arms folded, staring out the window.

				DONNA
		Tell my brother not to come in.  Uh, do you 
		understand?  Tell him not to come.

				MRS. ECKHARDT
		Yes.  Well, what is it?

				DONNA
		Does the name Eddie Bragg mean anything to you?

				MRS. ECKHARDT
		Well, I... No, I don't think so.  Who is he?

				DONNA
		I-I think your husband probably knows.  Just 
		tell my brother to stay there, all right, Mrs. 
		Eckhardt?

				MRS. ECKHARDT
		Yes.  Yes, I'll do that.

Mrs. Eckhardt hangs up.  Donna hangs up and looks at Burt who continues 
to stare.

								CUT TO:

INT. ECKHARDT'S APARTMENT - CHICAGO - DAY

Mrs. Eckhardt goes to the closet to fetch her coat just as J.J. and the 
captain return.

				MRS. ECKHARDT
		I was just coming to get you.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		What for?

				MRS. ECKHARDT
		Well, they don't want Dr. Kimble to come now.  
		Where is he?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Well, he already left.  What's the matter?

				MRS. ECKHARDT
		Well, I didn't understand.  It was about some 
		man, uh, Eddie Bragg.

Captain Eckhardt turns pale and sinks into a chair.  His wife and son 
look at him, puzzled.  The captain's eyes meet his wife's.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(to Mrs. Eckhardt)
		It's that, uh, salesman.

Suddenly, she understands.

				MRS. ECKHARDT
			(upset)
		Oh, Jim, what are we going to do?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Stop Kimble.  We've got to stop him.

The captain rises at once and limps hurriedly out the door.  A 
mystified J.J. looks at his stunned mother.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
			(to Mrs. Eckhardt)
		I don't get it.
			(runs out the door)
		Dad!  Wait!  I'm coming with you!

								CUT TO:

EXT. SOUTH SIDE BUS TERMINAL - CHICAGO - DAY

From a garage at 419 & 433 S. Spring Street, the interstate bus 
from Illinois to Indiana is just pulling out.

								CUT TO:

INT. BUS - DAY

Kimble is aboard the crowded bus, bound for Stafford.  An OVERWEIGHT 
MAN reads a newspaper.

								CUT TO:

EXT. ECKHARDT'S APARTMENT HOUSE - DAY

J.J. and the captain get into their car and drive off.

								CUT TO:

INT. ECKHARDT'S CAR - DAY

The captain is at the wheel with J.J. beside him.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		He did say bus, didn't he?

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Yeah.  Dad, what's this all about?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(changing the subject)
		We'll head for the South Side terminal.

They turn a corner.

								CUT TO:

INT. BUS - EN ROUTE TO STAFFORD - DAY

The Overweight Man looks up from his newspaper with an odd expression 
on his face and turns to stare at Kimble.  Kimble's eyes meet his.  The
Overweight Man keeps staring.  Kimble nervously averts his gaze.  

The Overweight Man looks down at his paper and we see the headline on 
the front page of the Daily Chronicle: KIMBLE TO SURRENDER.  A smaller 
headline reads: Murder Suspect to Turn Self Over to District Attorney. 
The story is illustrated with yet another reproduction of Kimble's mug 
shot.  The Overweight Man looks from the mug shot to Kimble, sitting a 
few seats behind him.  He can't believe he's on the same bus as Richard 
Kimble.  

Kimble looks up to see the Overweight Man staring at him.  The 
Overweight Man goes back to reading the paper.  Kimble looks away, 
certain that he's been recognized.

								CUT TO:

EXT. SOUTH SIDE BUS TERMINAL - CHICAGO - DAY

Eckhardt's car pulls out of the station.

								CUT TO:

INT. ECKHARDT'S CAR - DAY

The captain drives.  J.J. sits beside him.  Their mood is tense.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Where'd he say the bus leaves the highway?

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Not until the 7-A junction, just outside of 
		Stafford.  He thinks we'll have a tough time 
		catching it.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		We'd better get moving.

								CUT TO:

INT. BURTON GREEN'S OFFICE - STAFFORD - DAY

Donna joins Burton Green at the window.  They peer down at a small 
crowd of police, journalists, and gawkers, congregating in front of the 
city hall.

				DONNA
		They're gathering out there.

				BURTON GREEN
		I know.

				DONNA
		Shouldn't you tell them he isn't coming?

				BURTON GREEN
		We're not sure he isn't coming.

								CUT TO:

EXT. JUNCTION 31 - DAY

Kimble's bus makes a turn at Junction 31 and keeps on going.

								CUT TO:


INT. KIMBLE'S BUS - EN ROUTE TO STAFFORD - DAY

The Overweight Man folds up his paper, rises, and crosses to a nervous 
Kimble.  The large man bends over and whispers to him.

				OVERWEIGHT MAN
		I recognized ya.

				KIMBLE
		What?

				OVERWEIGHT MAN
		If it was me, I'd never turn myself in.  I 
		don't care who my witness was.  Just thought 
		you'd like to know.

The Overweight Man returns to his seat.  Kimble cautiously looks around 
to see if anyone has overheard.  As the Overweight Man sits, he and 
Kimble exchange glances.  Kimble's not sure what to make of this 
little encounter.

								CUT TO:

EXT. JUNCTION 31 - DAY

Eckhardt's car makes the turn at Junction 31 and keeps on going.

								CUT TO:

INT. ECKHARDT'S CAR - EN ROUTE TO STAFFORD - DAY

The captain suddenly decides to talk.  J.J. listens intently.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		You wanna know about Eddie Bragg.  All right, 
		J.J., I'll tell ya.  You start with a lot of 
		pain.  I mean, real pain.  First time, in a 
		field hospital, you're screaming, begging for 
		them to stop it.  And they stop it.  Then the 
		pain comes back and they stop it again.  Later, 
		an operation.  Another operation.  Every time, 
		the pain.  And every time, they stop it.  One 
		day, you get a different kind of pain.  Only 
		this time, you stop it yourself.  Understand, 
		son.  I was hooked.  

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		You?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Eddie Bragg is a pusher.  A dope pusher in 
		Chicago.  I stopped there on my way back to 
		Stafford, two years ago.  Three days before that 
		Kimble thing.  Made a contact with him.  Bought 
		some morphine.  A week's supply.  Thought I'd 
		kicked the habit.  I had this... one relapse.  
		I haven't touched it since.  That's the truth.  
		But if they've got Bragg, they'll say I was on 
		narcotics that night.  And I was just dreaming.  
		Seeing things...

J.J. lowers his head.  The captain glances at him.

								CUT TO:

EXT. CITY HALL - STAFFORD - DAY

Gerard, in his patented arms-behind-the-back pose, stands with the 
Deputy Prosecutor on the stone steps of City Hall waiting for Kimble 
to show.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		Looks like they must have gotten through to 
		Kimble.

Gerard studies the faces of Burton Green and Donna as they emerge from 
the building behind him.

				GERARD
		I doubt it.  Green doesn't look that confident.

We PULL BACK from Gerard to reveal the ever-increasing mob of 
photographers, journalists, police officers, and onlookers, etc., 
crowding the steps.  Donna and Burt look especially worried.  Gerard 
checks his watch.  It's just past noon.

				GERARD
		He ought to be here by now.

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
		There's the interstate bus.

Gerard sees it.  Donna and Burt see it.  Everyone sees it.  The tension 
mounts.  The police have to hold back the media vultures as the bus 
rolls to a stop at the curb.  Gerard tries to show no emotion.  The bus 
door swings open.  A woman with a suitcase climbs out.  Gerard almost 
allows himself a grin.  Burt looks on intently.  Donna even more so.

The next one off the bus is the Overweight Man.  The bus door SLAMS shut
behind him.  He smiles a quietly triumphant smile at the waiting crowd 
who simply stare at him.    The bus pulls away from the curb.  No Kimble.  
The Overweight Man waves at the crowd with his finger, adjusts his hat, 
and walks off happily.

Gerard looks down, disappointed.  Donna and Burt are slightly relieved.  
The rest of the crowd looks around, wondering if Kimble might be 
arriving by some other form of transportation.

								CUT TO:

EXT. JUST OUTSIDE OF STAFFORD - DAY

Eckhardt's car, parked by the side of the road.  J.J. stands apart from 
his father with his arms folded, looking away.  An angry Kimble, 
leaning against a tree, tries to control his emotions as he listens to 
the captain explain.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		I never saw Bragg again.  I... I put it out of 
		my mind.  I know saying I'm sorry isn't going 
		to help.

				KIMBLE
		Why did you even start, knowing what you did?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Well, the odds against it coming out were so 
		great.

				KIMBLE
		Well, you could've told me, let me decide.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		Look, I'm still willing to go on the stand.  
		Even with Bragg, they might believe me.

				KIMBLE
		And if they don't?

Kimble turns away from the captain.  J.J. crosses to Kimble and grabs 
his arm, ready to stick up for his father.

				J.J. ECKHARDT
		Look, my Dad stuck his neck out for you.  He 
		tried.  They could have found out about him.  
		But he tried.  And he's still ready to go 
		through with it.  What do you call that?

Kimble exchanges glances with the captain and nods in agreement.  
Kimble's anger fades.

				KIMBLE
		You're right, J.J.  Come on, let's get out of 
		here.

Kimble puts a hand on J.J.'s shoulder and the two of them cross to 
Eckhardt's car.  The captain gives his son a thoughtful look before 
limping after them.

								FADE OUT


EXT. CITY HALL - STAFFORD - DAY

FADE IN on the front steps where the crowd has thinned out considerably.  
Only a few people remain, among them Burton Green and Donna.  The Deputy 
Prosecutor turns to Gerard, still in his rigid, arms-behind-the-back 
posture. 

				DEPUTY PROSECUTOR
			(to Gerard)
		Well, I've got better things to do than stand 
		out here like a fool.  Kimble isn't gonna show.

				DONNA
		Thank God.

Burton Green and Donna walk off.

				BURTON GREEN
			(to Donna)
		Come on, I'll drive you home.

As Donna and Burt reach the sidewalk, Eckhardt's car pulls up to the 
curb.  J.J. and the captain get out and confer with them.

				BURTON GREEN
			(to Capt. Eckhardt)
		You reached him?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
			(nods sadly)
		Oh, the trouble I've caused everyone.  I--

				DONNA
		Don't apologize.  I know how hard it must have 
		been for you to tell Dick.

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		I think he understood.

				BURTON GREEN
		Did your son know?

				CAPT. ECKHARDT
		No. I figured he wasn't old enough.  But I was 
		wrong.  
			(puts a hand on J.J.'s shoulder)
		He's bigger than I thought.

J.J. and the captain, each seeing the other in a new light, return to 
the car. Donna sees that Gerard is the only person still waiting for 
Kimble.  Keeping his arms behind his back, Gerard joins Donna and Burt
on the sidewalk.

				BURTON GREEN
			(grins at Gerard)
		Lieutenant?  How do you feel about Kimble now?  
		Even though there won't be a trial, the captain 
		did see the one-armed man.

				GERARD
			(contemptuous)
		Take the word of a junkie?  You're not serious.

Gerard walks off.  A shocked Donna and Burt watch him go.

				DONNA
		He can't really believe that about Captain 
		Eckhardt.

				BURTON GREEN
		He has to.

Donna gives Burt a look as he stares thoughtfully at Gerard.

								CUT TO:

EXT. ANOTHER BUS - FAR FROM STAFFORD - DAY

That afternoon.  The bus roars down a country road.


 				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		A witness has seen the one-armed man....

								CUT TO:

INT. BUS - DAY

Kimble sits inside, just another passenger.  He smokes a cigarette and 
stares off into space, lost in thought.

				NARRATOR (v.o.)
		... Richard Kimble has had confirmed what he 
		had almost begun to doubt himself.  And a 
		phantom seen by two men can be seen again.				

								FADE OUT