Fugitive

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."

Marshal Biggs:
If they can dye the river green today, why can't they dye it blue the other 364 days of the year?

Bones:
What ever happened with that thing about your wife?

Dr. Richard Kimble:
It's not over.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Alright, listen up, people. 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.

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:
Oh. Wow. Gee Whiz. Look 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.

Marshal Poole:
Care to revise your statement, sir?

Old Guard:
What?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Do you want to change you bullshit story, sir?

Old Guard:
He might have got out.

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?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
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.

Dr. Richard Kimble:
I didn't kill my wife.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
I don't care.

Detective Kelly:
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:
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. You'll never find him. He's too smart.

Marshal Biggs:
Oh... 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:
Smarter.

Dr. Richard Kimble:
I thought you didn't care?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
I don't.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Don't tell anybody, OK?

Dr. Richard Kimble:
They killed my wife.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
I know it Richard. But it's over.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
You know I'm glad. I need the rest.

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.

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-20 and on route 13 out of Chesterfield towards the Berkeley Dam...

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:
Well, sh*t, sheriff, I'd hate to see that happen, so I guess I'll just take over your investigation.

Sheriff Rawlins:
You? On what authority?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Governor of the state of Illinois, United States Marshals Office, 5th District Northern Illinois.

Copeland:
Now you listen to me, and you listen good. I don't give a damn which way you go, just don't follow me. You got that?

Dr. Richard Kimble:
Yeah.

Dr. Richard Kimble:
Hey, Copeland. Be good.

Cosmo Renfro:
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.

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:
Newman, get rid of the helicopter!

Newman:
Why?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
'Cause I don't want to get shot.

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.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
I don't bargain.

Dr. Richard Kimble:
You missed your stop.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
We got a gopher.

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.

Dr. Richard Kimble:
It wasn't me. It was the one armed man.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
That's my man.

Det. Rosetti:
Not anymore, he's not. He's going down. You want to help, stay out of our way.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Arrest us.

Dr. Kathy Wahlund:
If he came to me I would help him, but he wouldn't come to me. It's not his style.

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.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
We're eating oranges and we're making IDs.

Dr. Anne Eastman:
Hey, Do you have a particular interest in our paitient'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?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
How's the boy doing?

Dr. Anne Eastman:
He saved his life.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
No.

Cosmo Renfro:
Uh, no, no problem at all.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Give it up. It's time to stop running.

Sykes:
What is this - a trench coat convention?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Does he have a reason to come after you?

Sykes:
Well, hell yeah I have a prosthetic arm. I must have murdered his wife right?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
How'd you lose that arm?

Sykes:
In the line of duty.