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1、【国外英文文学】亡命天涯The Fugitive亡命天涯FADE IN: EXT. CHICAGO - AERIAL - NIGHTCREDITS BEGIN OVER: Snow swirls around the tall buildings of downtown Chicago. EXT. CHICAGO HOTEL - NIGHTCars, taxis, limos line the street. A cab pulls up and MAN in tuxedo moves into: INT. CHICAGO HOTEL - BALLROOM - NIGHTTHROUGH arr

2、iving guests we PICK UP the Man climbing stairs to the ballroom.ANGLE - COAT CHECKThe Man hands his coat to coat check woman and thanks her. When he turns we get our first view of DR. RICHARD KIMBLE, a tall, athletic man, with a trim beard.He moves from the outer lobby into a fabulously decorated ba

3、llroom where a fashion show is taking place as a medical fundraiser. Doctors and their spouses, hospital brass and sponsers mingle. Women sit near the runway watching the models. Men talk by the bar. The room is packed.A banner over the rostrum says: CHILDRENS RESEARCH AND AID FOUNDATION.Kimble is h

4、anded a glass of champagne, which he promptly sets on another waiters passing tray.ROBERTS (V.O.): Richard.DR. ROBERTS, a large surgeon, pulls Kimble over to a group of surgeons gathered around a bar. Smoking cigars.ROBERTS: Cancun. Nat just talked everybody into it.A hospital equipment rep, NAT, is

5、 buying drinks.KIMBLE: So, whats the deal? If the hospital buys ten new -NAT: No, no, no, no strings attached, Dr. Kimble. Industrial Hospital Supply has no ulterior motives.KIMBLE: On the house, huh? (to bartender) Tonic water with lime.Everyone agrees.KIMBLE: Never get me to sell my soul for one o

6、f those trips.His tone silences the group. Kimble takes his drink.KIMBLE: (to Nat) . But if you get any more Bulls tickets, Nat, give me a call.The group laughs, Kimble extracts himself and CREDITS CONTINUE OVER -CUT TO: KIMBLE moving through the crowd.CUT TO: KIMBLE nearly gets hit in the follow-th

7、rough of an imaginary golf swing.KIMBLE: Youre slicing, Dave. Dont turn your hip.He keeps moving.GOLFING MAN: Thanks, Richard.CUT TO: ANGLE - TOUGH-LOOKING LAB RATKATHY WAHLUND, totally out of her element amid the formal elegance around her. She wears a leather jacket over Tshirt and stares at the a

8、ction on the fashion runway.DR. WAHLUND: (dripping sarcasm) Im so glad you talked me into coming, Richard. I can pick my cruise wardrobe.RICHARD: Its for a good cause, Kath. Besides you need to get out of the lab more. Your electron microscope is starting to give you a tan.She smiles. He moves on.AN

9、GLE - PARTYKimble continues down the bar when he spots a friend.KIMBLE: Hey, Jim.DR. JAMES NICHOLS turns, smiles. Mid-40s, head of the University Hospital. He is a fit contemporary.NICHOLS: Richard, I just saw someone who wanted to meet you.Just then Kimble spots an attractive WOMAN, late thirties,

10、wearing a drop-dead, simple black gown. Shes surrounded by a group of men hanging on her every word. She and Kimble catch a look and hold it.NICHOLS (V.O.): Richard Kimble. Alex Lentz. Alex is working on the RDU90 trials for Devlin-Macgregor.Kimble turns to meet DR. ALEXANDER LENTZ, late 30s, tan, s

11、miling. Lentz extends his hand.LENTZ: Dr. Kimble. Sorry, weve been trading phone calls last few days . something about a biopsy report I returned to you?KIMBLE: (suddenly attentive) Yeah. Three. Livers appeared hepatetic to me.LENTZ: Ill be in my office in the morning and Ill pull up the samples. Is

12、 that a good time for you?KIMBLE: Sure.LENTZ: (holds Kimbles look, then to Nich ffb ols) See you, Jim.Lentz moves on. Kimble looks after him a beat, then focuses on relocating the Woman he just saw. Shes gone. He and Nichols move together through the party.NICHOLS: (digs in his pocket) Before I forg

13、et, I went by the garage this afternoon and picked up the Ferrari. Thanks for the loaner again.He hands Kimble a valet ticket.KIMBLE: They fix it this time?NICHOLS: Well see.They reach the woman Kimble saw, his wife, HELEN KIMBLE. Kimble kisses her.NICHOLS: You look fabulous, Helen.He kisses Helen.H

14、ELEN (WOMAN): Hello, Jim.NICHOLS: (to Kimble) Weve got a court tomorrow at three.Nichols leaves. Kimble looks at his wife.KIMBLE: Well, Ive seen everyone, can we leave?HELEN: That would be a little abrupt, dont you think?CUT TO: ANGLE - KIMBLES TABLE - NIGHTA table for ten. Kimble and Helen introduc

15、e themselves to others at table ant sit across from each other.Kimble sits between two doctors wives. One, NOW EAU WIFE, mid-thirties, bedecked in jewels and loud dress, the other OLDER WIFE.Helen sits between their husbands who are trying to impress her with the details of their boring studies as C

16、REDITS CONTINUE.INTERCUTTING WITH the fashion, catches of dialog and course changes, Kimble and Helen demonstrate an oft-used exchange of glances: Kimble, while gracious to his dinner partners, catches Helens eye and makes smiling, subtle movements to his watch or a look to the door to indicate hes

17、clearly ready to leave. On the receiving end, Helen, the gatekeeper of their social propriety, indicates with equal subtlety: not yet.As we MOVE AROUND the table we hear:Wheres your husband on staff? My husbands an orthopod at Northwestern. Im working on a new technique. Thats fascinating. Thats qui

18、te a marvelous dress youre wearing. Do you like it? My husband says its a four-fracture number. Honey. (A look from her husband.)Kimble shares a look with Helen. He subtly motions to his watch: time go to, and mouths the word: now. She shakes her head.NOW EAU WIFE: (to table) I told my husband that

19、he was going to kill us if he didnt stop operating. What with this AIDS thing, hes putting us all at risk.Helen and Kimble absorb this comment without reaction, share a look. Helen mouths the word: Now.HELEN: (to her dinner partners) Im sorry, I have to get my husband home.They say their goodbyes an

20、d pass Nichols table. Nichols shakes his friends hand in passing. From across the room we see Lentz watching. INT. KIMBLES MERCEDES - NIGHTKimble and Helen driving home. She runs her fingers through his hair as he drives.HELEN: You looked handsome tonight.KIMBLE: Thank you.He smiles to himself, seem

21、s to enjoy the compliment too much for Helen. Her smile becomes playful, mischievous.HELEN: Uh, huh. most men in a tuxedo look like waiters.KIMBLE: But me?HELEN: You looked more like. a band director.He stops at red light, leans over and kisses her. Light changes and neither notice. Slowly their kis

22、s breaks.HELEN: Are we home yet?. CUT TO: EXT. KIMBLES HOUSE - NIGHTKimble pulls up in front of his house. Suddenly both his PAGER and CAR PHONE RING at the same time.KIMBLE: (to phone) Dr. Kimble (suddenly attentive) When? Okay, tell them Ill be there in ten minutes.He hangs up.KIMBLE: Tims got a p

23、roblem.Helen kisses him again, opens the door.HELEN: Call me on your way home. CREDITS END as we - CUT TO: INT. UNIVERSITY HOSPITAL - HALLWAY/SCRUB ROOM - NIGHTKimble, wearing scrubs but without head gear, moves down stairs to the OR hall. He sticks his head into the operating room.KIMBLE: Cavalrys

24、here.Two harried surgeons look up, glad to see him.S ffb CRUB ROOMKimble begins scrubbing as the RESIDENT comes out to bring him up to speed.RESIDENT: Patient is a male, forty-three. We pulled his gall bladder and the bleeding started.KIMBLE: Whats his pro time?RESIDENT: (concerned) Hes at 36 second

25、s. We got a major bleeder in here.KIMBLE: You talk to the family?RESIDENT: None. Hes off the street. CUT TO: INT. UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO - OPERATING ROOM - NIGHTOperation in progress. Top medical facility filled with trained professionals and state of the art equipment. Kimble is assisted across the

26、table by the chief Resident. Both working so intently they never look at each other as they talk.KIMBLE: (to Anesthesiologist) Okay. Im clamping. Can he tolerate it?ANESTHESIOLOGIST: Hes a very sick guy.KIMBLE: Do we have a choice?ANESTHESIOLOGIST: Go for it.KIMBLE: Marie, give me a clamp.MARIE, the

27、 scrub nurse, passes him the instrument and Kimble and the other SURGEON continue to work with the Resident assisting.KIMBLE: (never looking up) Your husband know youre here tonight, Marie?. What about this liver?RESIDENT: Historys sketchy. Could be an alcoholic.KIMBLE: Who referred him?RESIDENT: He

28、s on a drug protocol. RDU90.Kimble looks up and shares a look with the chief Resident over their masks, then back to work.KIMBLE: The wave of the future. Marie, you told Frank yet? Frank is so jealous of this late night thing weve got going here. This should hold him. Bleedings stopped. Lets get a b

29、iopsy. (to circulating nurse) Send it downstairs and make sure you get Kath her slice.SURGEON: You staying for the closing, Rich?Kimble moves away and sheds his gloves and gown.KIMBLE: No. I got a date. INT. SCRUB ROOM - NIGHTKimble throws away his hat and mask. The door opens behind him; it is the

30、other Surgeon.SURGEON: Hey, Richard.Kimble turns.SURGEON: Thanks. CUT TO: INT. KIMBLES CAR - NIGHTKimble driving through empty Chicago streets toward home. He is on phone, waits for answer.KIMBLE: Hi. Im five minutes away. INTERCUT WITH: INT. KIMBLES TOWNHOUSE - NIGHTHelen on the phone, downstairs.

31、She is still in her gown with an afghan around her shoulders. Shes been reading.HELEN: Im glad it went well. Ill see you in a minute.Helen hangs up phone, turns out the light and starts up the stairs. CUT TO: EXT. CHICAGO STREET - NIGHTKimble driving. INT. KIMBLE-S TOWNHOUSE - DRESSING ROOM - NIGHTH

32、elen moves down the hall toward the dressing room/closet. Opens the door to large closet dressing room and turns on the light. Nothing. She starts to leave and decides to close one of the interior closet doors. She starts to slide the door closed when - wham! A hand reaches out and clutches her by t

33、he neck. Helen claws and scratches to get free and in her struggle her string of pearls bursts. and a single pearl bounces out of the bedroom. rolls across the landing to the stairs, stopping three steps from the top. CUT TO: EXT. KIMBLES TOWNHOUSE - NIGHTSnow swirls around the street as Kimbles car

34、 pulls into the driveway. On the third floor, we see a bedroom light still on. INT. KIMBLES TOWNHOUSE - NIGHTA GRANDFATHER CLOCK TICKS softly. Kimble tosses his keys on the entry table, picks up a stack of mail on the table and calls up the stairs.KIMBLE: Im home. Did you hear who won the Bulls game

35、?No answer. He steps into the: KITCHENThe wall phone shows a line in use. Kimble notices it. The WASHER BUZZES, he switches the clothes from washer to dryer, and STARTS the MACHINE. Takes a bottle of wine and two glasses and leaves the kitchen. INT. BEDROOM - CLOSE ON .38 SMITH AND WESS ffb ON - NIG

36、HTlies on the floor, beside Helens legs and the receiver of phone, off the hook. A mans rubber-gloved hand picks up the gun. INTERCUT WITH: INT. DOWNSTAIRS - STAIRS - NIGHTKimble starts up the stairs to the bedroom. INT. BEDROOM - NIGHTHelens hand reaches out presses the cradle down, dials 911.ON KI

37、MBLE climbing the stairs. suddenly stops.A small white ball on the stairs. He bends down and picks it up. a pearl.KIMBLE: Helen?Silence. He can see directly into the bedroom. Its quiet. Too quiet. He notices a lampshade on the floor.UPSTAIRS HALL - NIGHTKimble moves slowly to the opened doorway. And

38、 just before he enters he sees a large form in the crack behind the door. Adrenal surge.Kimble slams the door back on the figure knocking the gun free. Before Kimble can move to it a forearm flattens him. The attacker immediately goes for the gun. Kimble grabs a leg and twists him down, the mans fin

39、gers hit the gun, sending it skittering across the hardwood floor of the landing and over the edge - three flights to the entry hall below.SIRENS can be heard. Distant but APPROACHING. The man kicks free and tries to flee. This time Kimble catches an arm and twists it at an unnatural angle. To his s

40、hock, the limb detaches between the shoulder and elbow. Kimble looks at the arm in his hands - its hollow. Electrodes are visible inside - then to the mans unreadable face.The SIRENS are LOUDER. Before Kimble can recover, the One-Armed Man knocks Kimble down and grabs back his arm. He runs down the

41、stairs.Kimble pulls himself up and starts to follow but is stopped by a VOICE behind him in the bedroom.HELEN (O.S.): Hes here. still in the house. INT. BEDROOM - NIGHTLying by the bed, Helen Kimble, clutches the phone with one hand, her head with the other.911 (V.O.): Did I hear you right? Your att

42、acker is still in the house? Maam?HELEN: Hes trying to kill me.Kimble appears. Helen drops the phone when she sees him.911 (V.O.): Will you repeat that please - ?HELEN: (to Kimble) Richard. Hes trying to kill me. my head. EXT. KIMBLES TOWNHOUSE - NIGHTTwo Chicago police cars wheel to the curb, COPS

43、move quickly to the house. INT. BEDROOM - NIGHTKimble moves to her. Sees the necklace of bruises where she was held down and choked. And then a bullet wound in her leg. Shes already going into shock. Her speech turns thick.KIMBLE: Hang on, babe. going to be all right.Her fingernails dig into Kimbles

44、 arm, trying to hold on.HELEN: My head. Richard my hold me.Her eyes slip away from his. He peels away the hand on her head - and sees raw pummeled brain staring back and realizes she wont be all right.CAMERA SWINGS DOWN TO the dropped phone.911 (V.O.): . Hello. You said his name is Richard? Maam, ca

45、n you talk to me? Maam? CUT TO: INT. KIMBLES HOUSE - NIGHTThe Cops enter the house. See the .38 lying on the floor. Covering each other, they move quickly up the stairs - guns drawn.ANGLE Third floor. The First Cop, gun drawn, turns the corner of Kimbles bedroom and finds: Kimble holding his dead wi

46、fe. Blood on his hands.COP #1: Move away from her. CUT TO: INT. KIMBLES TOWNHOUSE - NIGHTKimble, numbed by the event, washes the blood off his hands in the kitchen sink. A cop takes his blood-stained tux jacket, and another hands him a parka. EXT. KIMBLES TOWNHOUSE - NIGHTThe street is filled with C

47、hicago police cars, curious neighbors, television news vans, etc.Kimble is helped into a police car as the coroners van arrives. He pauses a moment to watch as we hear.DETECTIVE KELLY (V.O.): Can you give us a little more to go on besides the fact that he had an artificial arm? What kind of gun was it, Doc? INT. llT ffb H STREET DISTRICT HOUSE - NIGHTCAMERA FINDS Kimble in an interview room. He is in why-shock. Why her. Why me? Says nothing. Two Detectives: KELLY and ROSETTI. Kelly, the questioner, is overweight, aggressive. He shifts his gun on his hip s