The Fugitive1993

[While Dr. Nichols is driving, Kimble approaches him in bum's clothing]

Dr. Charles Nichols:
Oh, my god, Richard!

Dr. Richard Kimble:
How are you, Charlie?

Dr. Charles Nichols:
Jesus, you're back.

Dr. Richard Kimble:
I need some money.

Dr. Charles Nichols:
Sure, sure. Get in.

Dr. Richard Kimble:
No, I can't. Just whatever you got on you. You're hot, pal. If not now, you will be.

Dr. Charles Nichols:
Have you got a place to stay? I mean, how can I help you?

[Police siren blares from a police car a few cars back]

Police officer:
[on bullhorn] You have a green light, get going!

Dr. Charles Nichols:
Richard...

[Nichols sees that Kimble is long gone]