The Fugitive (1993)
Dr. Richard Kimble: [Holding Gerard at gunpoint] I didn't kill my wife!
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I don't care!
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [briefing all the sheriffs, deputies, police officers, and law enforcement officials surrounding him] All right, listen up, ladies and gentlemen, our fugitive has been on the run for ninety minutes. Average foot speed over uneven ground, barring injuries, is 4 miles per hour. That gives us a radius of six miles. What I want from each and every one of you is a hard-target search of every gas station, residence, warehouse, farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse and doghouse in that area. Checkpoints go up at fifteen miles. Your fugitive's name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Newman, what are you doing?
Newman: I'm thinking.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well, think me up a cup of coffee and a chocolate doughnut with some of those little sprinkles on top, while you're thinking.
Dr. Richard Kimble: I thought you didn't care?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I don't.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Don't tell anybody, okay?
Marshal Biggs: If they can dye the river green today, why can't they dye it blue the other 364 days of the year?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [Poole hands Gerard a set of unlocked leg irons, and he brandishes them in the Old Guard's face] Oh! Wow, gee whiz, looky here! You know, we're always fascinated when we find leg irons with no legs in them. Who held the keys, sir?
Old Guard: Me.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Where those keys at?
Old Guard: I don't know.
Poole: Care to revise your statement, sir?
Old Guard: What?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Do you want to change you bullshit story, sir?
[Poole shows the Guard a picture of Kimble]
Old Guard: ...He might have got out.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: "He might have got out."
Sheriff Rawlins: What the hell is this? A minute ago you're telling me he was part of the wreckage! Now he might have gotten out?
Head Illinois State Trooper: I don't want to tell you how to do your job...
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [on his police radio] Put the helicopter on the bridge!
Head Illinois State Trooper: ...but only one man in a million can survive that fall. The guy is fish food.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Fine. Go get a cane pole, catch the fish that ate him.
Gerard's secretary: Sam, there's a guy on the phone claiming to be Richard Kimble.
[cast cackling in background that "another" Kimble is on the phone]
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: This is Gerard.
Dr. Richard Kimble: Do you remember what I told you in the tunnel?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [gesturing to his men to start tracing the call] Um yeah... It was noisy... I think you said something like you didn't kill your wife.
Dr. Richard Kimble: Remember what you told me?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I remember you pointing my gun at me.
[Gerard's team gestures him not to antagonize Kimble and make the conversation stretch]
Dr. Richard Kimble: You said, "I don't care."
Tracing Technician: [whispering] He's on the south side.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [to his team] Yeah...
[then noticing Kimble's remark]
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah... that's right Richard... I don't care. I'm not trying to solve a puzzle here...
Dr. Richard Kimble: Well, I am trying to solve a puzzle.
Cosmo Renfro: Five seconds to location.
Dr. Richard Kimble: And I just found a big piece!
[slams down phone on desk so trace can continue]
Marshal Biggs: This is hinky, this guy's a college graduate, he went to medical school, he's not gonna come through all the security, go to the county lockup, to find someone his own people say does not exist. Hinky.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well, what does that mean Biggs, 'hinky'?
Marshal Biggs: I don't know. Strange.
Marshal Henry: Weird.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well, why don't you say strange or weird? I mean hinky, that has no meaning.
Marshal Biggs: Well, we say hinky.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I don't want you guys using words around me that have no meaning. I'm taking the stairs and walking.
Marshal Biggs: [sotto voice] How about 'bullshit?' How about 'bullshit', Sam?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Henry, Dr. Nichols lied to me. Go find him.
Dr. Richard Kimble: They killed my wife.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I know it Richard. But it's over.
[pauses and sighs]
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: You know I'm glad. I need the rest.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Newman, we're gonna send you a bunch of cops, make sure they turn that place inside out.
Newman: You got it Sam.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: And don't let them give you any shit about your pony tail.
Newman: I won't.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well done young man.
Newman: [pleased that he has been recognised by Sam] My pleasure Sam...
Cosmo Renfro: [after Kimble has just lept off the dam to escape] What happened? Where'd he go?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: The guy did a Peter Pan right off of this dam, right here.
Cosmo Renfro: What?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah. BOOM.
Cosmo Renfro: [stunned] Holy shit... Can we go home now...?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [flustered] No...
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [yelling throughout the empty laundry room as he looks for Richard] 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!
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Richard, I know you're innocent! I know about Frederick Sykes! I know about Dr. Charles Nichols! Richard, he borrowed your car the night of your wife's murder, he had your 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?
[another pause, as Nichols draws down on Gerard]
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Give it up, Richard, it's time to stop running!
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [referring to Kimble, reminding them capturing Kimble is his job, under his jurisdiction, still has the authority to pursue him] That's my man!
Det. Rosetti: Not anymore, he's not. He's going down. You don't help us, you stay the hell out!
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [ignores him and enters the building] Arrest us.
State Trooper: [sees Kimble in hospital hallway, disguised as a doctor] Hey, Doc! We're looking for a prisoner from that bus-train wreck a couple of hours ago, might be hurt.
Dr. Richard Kimble: Uh, what does he look like?
State Trooper: 6'1, 180, brown hair, brown eyes, beard. See anyone like that around?
Dr. Richard Kimble: Every time I look in the mirror, pal - except for the beard, of course!
Dr. Charles Nichols: [Kimble is confronting Nichols during the banquet] Richard, I'm sorry, but I'm in the middle of this speech!
Dr. Richard Kimble: You almost got away with it, didn't you? I know all about it. I can prove it.
Dr. Charles Nichols: Ladies and gentlemen, my friend Richard Kimble doesn't feel... well, obviously. So, if you will just go on with your dessert and coffee, I'll be right back. Richard, would you mind to step aside, and we'll just... talk. Okay, so I'll be back in just a second...
[motions for Kimble to follow him outside]
Dr. Richard Kimble: [as they are walking out of the banquet hall] You changed the samples, didn't you, huh? You switched the samples... after Lenz died! After Lenz died, you were the only one who had the access. You switched the samples, and the pathology reports.
Dr. Richard Kimble: Did you kill Lenz, too? Huh? Did you?
Dr. Richard Kimble: [turns to banquet crowd] He falsified his research. So that RDU-90 could be approved and Devlin McGregor could give you... Provasic!
Sheriff Rawlins: Okay boys, gather around here and listen up. We're shuttin' it down, Wyatt Earp's here to mop up.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: That's funny. "Wyatt Earp."
Dr. Richard Kimble: [after Kimbles has just passed the stabbed bus prison guard who he saved] Tell the attending he's got a puncture in the epigastric area.
Paramedic: How the hell could he tell that by looking at his face?
Copeland: Now you listen. I don't give a damn which way you go, just don't follow me. You got that?
Dr. Richard Kimble: Yeah.
[as Copeland leaves]
Dr. Richard Kimble: Hey, Copeland. Be good.
Cosmo Renfro: When I die, I wanna come back just like you.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Oh, you mean happy and handsome?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Why did Richard Kimble kill his wife?
Detective Kelly: He did it for the money.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: What do you mean, he did it for the money? He's a doctor. He's already rich.
Detective Kelly: But she was more rich.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Doctor Nichols, you really want to help him? You really want to be his friend? Then you'll help us bring him in, unharmed.
Dr. Charles Nichols: Why? So he can go back to prison? Tsk, tsk, tsk. 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.
Marshal Biggs: [sarcastically] Oh well... we're pretty smart guys.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah, what about us?
Cosmo Renfro: Last time I looked.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Yeah, we're smart. We are. I mean, how smart could he be, really? Is he as smart as you are?
Dr. Charles Nichols: [thinks and considers his answer, smiles] Smarter.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [First lines, said when arriving at the scene of the train wreck] My, my, my. What a mess.
Marshal Henry: I may be crazy but that train sounds like an el.
Cosmo Renfro: St Louis doesn't have an elevated train.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: How do you know it's an elevated train?
Marshal Stevens: I think he's right, I lived under an el for 20 years.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Then you can explain the difference in the sound of an elevated train as opposed to a train that's running along the ground. You must have ears like a eagle, play that back, I wanna hear the sound of an elevated train.
[after Kimble jumps off of the dam]
Marshal Biggs: Sam, are you out of your mind? He's dead.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: That ought to make him easier to catch.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [over the radio] Newman, get rid of the helicopter!
Newman: [over the radio] Why?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [over the radio] 'Cause I don't want to get shot!
Dr. Anne Eastman: Hey, Do you have a particular interest in our patient's X-Rays?
Dr. Richard Kimble: What do you mean?
Dr. Anne Eastman: I saw you looking at that boy's chest film.
Dr. Richard Kimble: It's a hobby of mine.
Dr. Anne Eastman: It's a hobby, really? What are your other hobbies - brain surgery?
Poole: [taking fax] Background just came in from Chicago.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: About time! What do we got?
Cosmo Renfro: Uh, "Richard David Kimble, vascular surgeon... " what the hell is that?
Poole: Somebody that makes more money than you.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: All right, I want to start right there. We're going start with phone taps. I want to start with his lawyer first.
Cosmo Renfro: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're never gonna get that.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: You call Judge Reuben and tell him I want a whole bunch of phone taps...
Cosmo Renfro: Why are you yelling at me? Why?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: And I'll call him later and tell him on who...
Cosmo Renfro: Why are you always yelling at me?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: IF, I'm in a good mood.
Cosmo Renfro: Why don't you yell at her some time?
Dr. Charles Nichols: You never give up, Richard, do you? You never give up!
Dr. Richard Kimble: [hitting him] Why Helen?
Cosmo Renfro: [stepping in the tunnel sewage] Aw, shit! I just bought these shoes.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Shut up, Cosmo.
Police Dispatcher: [on Cosmo's police radio] Attention all units. Transit police report officer down at Balbo Station. Kimble is suspect! Repeat; Officer Down!
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: What'd he do, shoot a cop?
Cosmo Renfro: Chicago PD will eat him alive!
Old Guard: Copeland.
Copeland: [snappishly] What?
Old Guard: Copeland, you be nice now.
Old Guard: [seeing his injured partner] Kimble! Kimble, get over here! You're a doctor, do something for him!
Dr. Richard Kimble: Unlock me! Unlock me!
Old Guard: [throws him the keys to his shackles] Here!
[a train horn is heard approaching]
Old Guard: What the hell is that?
[a bright light reveals the bus is lying on a railroad track, with a train oncoming]
Old Guard: To hell with you!
[the Guard jumps out the window, Kimble tries to pull the wounded guard to his feet]
Dr. Richard Kimble: Copeland, give me a hand with this man! Copeland, give me a hand with this man!
Copeland: [heading for the window] Kiss my ass, Doc!
Detective Kelly: [to all the new and current police officers sitting around him] We were just informed by the U.S. Marshal's Office that Doctor Richard Kimble is alive and well and living in the city of Chicago. Now you all know in what high regard I hold the scumbag. So I am personally donating a bottle of twelve-year-old Scotch to whoever puts the collar on this quack.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: I knew that was an elevated train.
Marshal Biggs: Oh yeah big dog, you're never wrong.
Dr. Richard Kimble: Alright you guys, knock it off, there's nothing to see here and you come with me.
Helen Kimble: Excuse me
Helen Kimble: thank you, I was just down to my last joke.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Sheriff Rawlins, with all due respect, I'd like to suggest check points on a 15 mile radius out here on I-57, I-24 and on route 13 out of Chester...
Sheriff Rawlins: Whoa, whoa, whoa. The prisoners are all dead and the only thing checkpoints are gonna do is get a lot of good people frantic around here and flood my office with calls.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [deadpan] Well, shit, sheriff, I'd hate to see that happen, so I guess I'll just take over your investigation.
Sheriff Rawlins: [flustered] You? On what authority?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Governor of the state of Illinois, United States Marshals Office, 5th District Northern Illinois.
Detective Kelly: So, financially, you're not going to be hurting after this, are you? I mean, she was worth quite a bit of money.
Dr. Richard Kimble: 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 this man. He had a mechanical arm. You find this man. You find this man.
Dr. Kathy Wahlund: If he came to me I would help him, but he wouldn't come to me. It's not his style.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: We're eating oranges and we're making IDs.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [whispering] I... don't... bargain.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: So he showed up not dead yet. Let that be a lesson to you, boys and girls. Don't ever argue with the big dog, because the big dog is always right.
Marshal Biggs: Woo-woo-woo-woof.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [listening to wiretap of Kimble talking with his lawyer] Yeah, right there. What's he saying? Sounds like, 'Next... Stop'... Do that again!
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [listening to tape replay] 'Next... stop... '
Poole: ...Merchandise Mart.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Son of a bitch, our boy came home.
Cosmo Renfro: That bell! That bell is the bell on the Wells street bridge, it's six blocks away.
Marshal Biggs: Sam!
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: What?
Marshal Biggs: We just got a call from Harris Community Hospital. The wounded guard swears he saw Kimble outside the emergency room.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well, that's hot.
Marshal Biggs: And an ambulance is missing.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Where's he going in an ambulance?
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Your cousin still got his truck?
Cosmo Renfro: Uh huh.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Call him. Tell him we need it.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Give it up. It's time to stop running.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Does he have a reason to come after you?
Sykes: [sarcastically] Well, hell yeah I have a prosthetic arm. I must have murdered his wife right?
Sykes: Give me a break will you? I'll tell you what I told them a year ago, I wasn't in Chicago that night, fifteen people verified it.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [Studying Kimble's fake ID now in his possession] Where are you Desmondo?
Old Guard: The bus rolls over several times before it settled at the bottom of the hill here. I don't know if I passed out or what, but, when I looked up, the train was bearing down on us. Fast. I don't know how, uh, it's-still kinda hazy, but, somehow I grabbed him and-and I pushed him out of the bus.
Sheriff Rawlins: You're a brave man. You could've both been killed.
Old Guard: Yeah, I know! But, hell, he's my partner. He would have done the same for me.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Excuse me, sheriff, I'm United States Marshal Samuel Gerard. I'd like to talk to you...
Sheriff Rawlins: Uh, I'll be with you in just a minute.
Sheriff Rawlins: One more time. Just for the record, uh, these three are dead?
Old Guard: Yeah.
Sheriff Rawlins: [shows Kimble's mugshot] And, uh, this one?
Old Guard: Well, everything happened so fast, but... no, I don't think he made it.
[on the phone]
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well, Sir, Mr. Copeland was a bad man. He was gonna shoot one of my kids.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Well, sir, you can blame me, I'm the one that shot him.
Sykes: [while on the phone waiting outside CCH for Kimball] Ooh, wait... I marked him.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [Poole stumbles] Poole, you gotta get some new boots.
Cosmo Renfro: I told you not to wear the heels.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: And I want you to wear two coats.
Poole: Sure, next train wreck.
Marshal Biggs: Why are we always mothering her?
Cosmo Renfro: 'Cause she loves us.
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: Look on your maps if you wanna know how to get there!
Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard: [referring to Kimble is in the sewers,pointing his gun into the open manhole cover] We got a gopher.
Det. Rosetti: You better be straight with me kid. You're telling me this is the fella staying in your mother's basement?
Landlady's son: That's what I'm telling you.
One-armed Man at hospital: You guys have a problem?
Cosmo Renfro: Uh, no, no problem at all.
Det. Rosetti: [to helicopter] As soon as you get a clean shot, you take him out.
policeman in helicopter: [spots Kimble fighting Dr Nichols on the roof] Richard. Stay where you are! This is the Chicago Police. Put your hands in the air. The building is totally secure.
[Richard runs down the stairs]
policeman in helicopter: I repeat, do not move! Put your hands in the air!
[Richard continues to run]
policeman in helicopter: I repeat, stay where you are!