so, what's the deal? if the hospital buys ten new -
on the house, huh? tonic water with lime.
never get me to sell my soul for one of those trips.
 but if you get any more bulls tickets, nat, give me a call.
moving through the crowd.
nearly gets hit in the follow-through of an imaginary golf swing.
you're slicing, dave. don't turn your hip.
hey, jim.
yeah.  three. livers appeared hepatetic to me.
sure.
they fix it this time?
well, i've seen everyone, can we leave?
thank you.
but me?
dr. kimble when? okay, tell them i'll be there in ten minutes.
tim's got a problem.
cavalry's here.
what's his pro time?
you talk to the family?
okay.  i'm clamping. can he tolerate it?
do we have a choice?
marie, give me a clamp.
your husband know you're here tonight, marie?.  what about this liver?
who referred him?
the wave of the future.  marie, you told frank yet? frank is so jealous of this late night thing we've got going here.  this should hold him. bleeding's stopped. let's get a biopsy.  send it downstairs and make sure you get kath her slice.
no. i got a date.
hi. i'm five minutes away.
i'm home. did you hear who won the bulls game?
helen?
hang on, babe.  going to be all right.
it was .38.  i think. i only saw it for a second. i knocked it out of his hand.
yes.
a .38 smith.
what's going on here? this guy was trying to rob us.
you guys have got to be out of your minds. i didn't kill my wife!
i know what i saw, walter.
i didn't kill my wife.
on the stand. he finishes his moving description of the events. we see some of the jury has been moved.
 and i was holding her when the officers came in.
i can't be sure. we were, mostly on the floor, fighting.  i couldn't -
no. as i explained -
i don't know -
she didn't -
look.
look out!
he isn't going to make it unless he gets to a hospital. fast.
just where the hell are we?
it's locked. where're your keys?
which one? this? this one?!
help me get him -
his wound bathed in orange antiseptic wash, three stitches already in. with pair of forceps he picks up the needle as he sutures himself.
can you hear me, sir?
what's he look like?
every time i look in the mirror .  but without the beard.
excuse me.
here.
how is he?
tell the e.r. doctor he's also got a perforated spleen.
i didn't kill my wife.
walter gutherie please.
some soup, please.
which way are you going?
walter. it's richard.
i wasn't worrying about appearances, walter.
i'm not turning myself in. i need money.
st. louis.
how're you doing, charlie?
yeah. and i need your help.
i need some money. whatever you've got on you.
i'll call you.
thanks, charlie.
good morning.
no. 34. 34.
they said he's sick.
uhhh. no they didn't.
asshole.
nothing.
no.  i've got to clean the blinds in the office. want me to wait till you're finished?
fine.
yes, i did.
excuse me. i was having a bad shift.
lots of them over the years. here, long ago. hasn't changed much.
moves toward the front window and watches cops lead the punk kid out to the car.
hey. hey!
they just sent this one up.
wrong.
seventy-five. hell, yes.
what else?
what do you mean?
it's a hobby of mine -
what do you want?
i'm a janitor. i did what i was told.
yes.  this is dr. elway at cook county. i'm doing follow-up work for the prosthetic clinic on matthew zelick.  he did.  i'm terribly sorry. no, i'll correct our files. thank you.
hello.  looking for your brother, clive. this is ted riley with the high school reunion committee. believe it or not, 25 years is just around the corner, and clive's on our list of lost souls. information gave me a number, but when i tried it.
no kidding?.  armed robbery. he's where?
clive driscoll.
sorry. i made a mistake.
officers - there's a man in the stairwell waving a gun and screaming.
enters the revolving doors as a big man enters from the outside. the big man sizes up the situation, realizes kimble is fleeing and just before kimble exits - yanks on the door - trapping him partially inside the revolving door.
looks up. he's found the man he's looking for but also a new possibility - that the murder wasn't just a random act of violence.
do you remember what i told you in the tunnel?
remember what you said to me?
you said, 'i don't care.'
well, i am trying to solve the puzzle, gerard and i just found a piece.
this an r.d.u.90 patient?
it's very important i reach him.
can you talk?
i found him, charlie. i found the guy that killed helen.
it's all about a drug, charlie. they tried to kill me because of a drug.
devlin-macgregor and lentz. lentz was supervising the r.d.u.90 protocol. he knew i'd found out the drug had problems. it's lentz.
i need your help. call mr. roosevelt and tell him i'm coming in.
you too, roosevelt.  been a long time.
thanks, roosevelt.
i loaned you something once, kath, and i need them back.
half the people in the study were indigents. no follow-up, no baseline on them. who could say they didn't come into the study with bad livers?
- drug induced hepatitis.
cold normal.
that's statistically impossible.
they'd be home free if i hadn't been leaning on them to account for the livers i was seeing. and i wouldn't have seen the livers if i hadn't told the guys on my service to call me when they had cases that were bleeding excessively in surgery.
why not? he's one of the original patent holders. toss the samples i sent, replace them with healthy samples, issue the path report on the healthy stuff-piece of cake.
when did lentz die?
because a good third of the samples lentz approved were signed after he died.
someone else used lentz's name.
they wouldn't have had the access. they would have needed someone at the hospital.
to see an old friend.
good, it's my stop, too.
not as easy as helen, was it? you missed your stop.
what's wrong, charlie? surprised?
after lentz died, you were the only one that had access to the pathology reports.
you switched the samples and falsified the reports so r.d.u.90 could get approval.
i have a set of the original samples.
you almost pulled it off, charlie. but i know all about it now, and i can prove it.
ladies and gentlemen. my friend, as you can see, is obviously not well. richard, if you want to talk -
i didn't come here to talk
you missed your chance, charlie.
you took everything away from me.  for money.
i want to know, charlie.  was it worth it?
who slams nichols hard against the glass. the wired glass cracks and bellies with the form of their bodies.
notices the swinging bags, follows nichols' trail. he stops to get his bearings, sees shadow at the far end of the room between the two washers. kimble closes in, moving between the large conveyors.
moves instinctively back into the machinery and carts near the conveyor belts.
listening. he watches the movement of bags as he did with nichols.
realizing what gerard knows. considering his next move.
starts to move out to meet gerard, sees renfro down. his shoulder harness is empty. he knows nichols is armed.
hey, chuckles.
i thought you told me 'you didn't care.'