The Fugitive1993

[Gerard and the sheriff are interviewing the prison guard who survived the bus wreck and train derailment]

Old Prison 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 Rollins:
You're a brave man. You could've both been killed.

Old Prison 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 Rollins:
[sincerely] Uh, I'll be with you in just a minute. [turns his attention back to the guard]

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
OK.

Sheriff Rollins:
One more time. Just for the record, uh, these three are dead? [He shows the guard photos of Carlson, Copeland and Pernilla]

Old Prison Guard:
Yeah.

Sheriff Rollins:
And, uh, this one? [shows the guard a sheet with Kimble's mugshot; the guard looks at it closely]

Old Prison Guard:
Well, everything happened so fast. Uh.... no, I don't think he made it. [The sheriff turns back to Gerard]

Sheriff Rollins:
Well, looks like you came a long way for nothin'.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
With all due respect, uh, Sheriff Rollins, I'd like to recommend checkpoints on a fifteen mile radius at I-57, I-24, and over here on Route 13 east of Chester-

Sheriff Rollins:
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa, wait a minute: uh, the prisoners are all dead. 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 would really hate to see that happen, so I guess I'll take over your investigation. [Rollins looks at him incredulously]

Sheriff Rollins:
[scoffs] On what authority?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Governor of the State of Illinois, United States Marshal's Office, Fifth District, Northern Illinois. [pause]

Sheriff Rollins:
All right, fine. Uh, you want jurisdiction over this mess? [hands the file over to Gerard] You got it. [to his deputies] Okay boys, gather around here and listen up! Uh, we're shuttin' it down, Wyatt Earp's here to mop up.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
That's funny. "Wyatt Earp". [Biggs shoulders his way through the crowd]

Marshal Bobby Biggs:
Excuse me. Sam! Sam! [Gerard looks at what's in Biggs' hands]

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Oh, wow, gee whiz! Look here! [dangles a set of unshackled leg irons in front of the guard] You know, we're always fascinated when we find leg irons with no legs in them! Who held the keys, sir?

Old Prison Guard:
Me.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Where are those keys at?

Old Prison Guard:
I don't know.

Deputy Erin Poole:
Care to revise your statement, sir?

Old Prison Guard:
What?

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
Do you want to change your bullshit story, sir? [Poole shows the photo of Kimble to the guard]

Old Prison Guard:
[after looking at it for a few seconds] He mighta got out.

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
"He mighta got out"?

Sheriff Rollins:
What the hell is this?! A minute ago you're telling me was part of the wreckage! Now he might have gotten out?!

Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard:
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 and that gives us a radius of... six miles. What I want out of 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 Doctor Richard Kimble. Go get him.