FADE IN:

EXT./INT. PASSENGER TRAIN - NIGHT

A train RUMBLES towards us, its Cyclops light peircing the darkness as it heaves a FOGHORN BELLOW.

Two men, handcuffed to each other, sit side by side in passenger seats; one, RICHARD KIMBLE, mid-30's, with salt and pepper hair, gestures towards his vest pocket to the other man, Lieutenant PHILIP GERARD, mid-40's. Gerard reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, hands him one.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
The name: Dr. Richard Kimble.
Occupation: Doctor of medicine.
Destination: Death Row, State Prison.
The irony: Richard Kimble is innocent. Proved, guilty, what Richard Kimble could not prove was that moments before discovering his murdered wife's body, he saw a one-armed man running from the vicinity of his home. A man that has not yet been found.

Gerard lights Kimble's cigarette. Kimble's pained eyes look on for a beat, then out the window at his reflection against the backdrop of night.

NARRATOR
Richard Kimble ponders his fate as he looks out the window for the last time, and sees only darkness. But in that darkness, Fate moves its huge hand...

The train THUNDERS ON when the wheels CLATTER AND RATTLE abruptly on the rails, jerking the train violently. Kimble and Gerard look up in alarm, then fling forward as passenger car rocks, then spins out of control as the train CRASHES!

Moments later, TRAIN CREW help pull struggling PASSENGERS out of the steaming wreckage of the derailed train.

EXT. SWAMP

A frog CROAKS as it sits on a lone rock on the shore. Kimble sprints through the woods, tumbles into the water with a SPLASH.
He clutches his temples as he pants frantically. A twisted and gnarled empty cuff dangles from the other one on his wrist. A spark of light weaves up from the broken cuff and bursts into


THE FUGITIVE

A *C-A* Production

Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.
An innocent victim of blind justice.
Falsely convicted for the murder of his wife.
Reprieved by fate when a train wreck freed him en route to the death house.
Freed him...to hide in lonely desparation.
To change his identity.
To toil at many jobs.
Freed him...to search for a one-armed man he saw leave the scene of the crime.
Freed him...to run before the relentless pursuit of the police lieutenant obsessed with his capture!

Tonight's episode: FEAR IN AN UPSTATE TOWN

Sounds interesting. Post more soon, I really like it. I really need to post my crossover.

EXT. BUS DEPOT, PEEKSKILL, NEW YORK - DAY

A bus pulls up to a stop, opens its doors. Its passengers step out, its final one, Richard Kimble, carrying a small suitcase. He scans the scene, heads for the depot diner.

INT. DINER

Kimble sits at a booth, opens up a newspaper to the want ads. A perky young waitress with wavy long brown hair, HEATHER, steps up with a coffee pot, pours him a cup.

HEATHER
Morning. What can I get for you today?

KIMBLE
Scrambled eggs, sausage, and wheat toast.

HEATHER
Right away. You must be hungry from your long trip.
Plan to be in town long?

Kimble's lip twitches nervously.

KIMBLE
Depends if I find work soon.

HEATHER
You have a nice face. You should have no
problem finding a job.

(continued)

Awesome. Post more soon.

Originally posted by Captain ABlairica
FADE IN:

EXT./INT. PASSENGER TRAIN - NIGHT

A train RUMBLES towards us, its Cyclops light peircing the darkness as it heaves a FOGHORN BELLOW.

Two men, handcuffed to each other, sit side by side in passenger seats; one, RICHARD KIMBLE, mid-30's, with salt and pepper hair, gestures towards his vest pocket to the other man, Lieutenant PHILIP GERARD, mid-40's. Gerard reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, hands him one.

NARRATOR (V.O.)
The name: Dr. Richard Kimble.
Occupation: Doctor of medicine.
Destination: Death Row, State Prison.
The irony: Richard Kimble is innocent. Proved, guilty, what Richard Kimble could not prove was that moments before discovering his murdered wife's body, he saw a one-armed man running from the vicinity of his home. A man that has not yet been found.

Gerard lights Kimble's cigarette. Kimble's pained eyes look on for a beat, then out the window at his reflection against the backdrop of night.

NARRATOR
Richard Kimble ponders his fate as he looks out the window for the last time, and sees only darkness. But in that darkness, Fate moves its huge hand...

The train THUNDERS ON when the wheels CLATTER AND RATTLE abruptly on the rails, jerking the train violently. Kimble and Gerard look up in alarm, then fling forward as passenger car rocks, then spins out of control as the train CRASHES!

Moments later, TRAIN CREW help pull struggling PASSENGERS out of the steaming wreckage of the derailed train.

EXT. SWAMP

A frog CROAKS as it sits on a lone rock on the shore. Kimble sprints through the woods, tumbles into the water with a SPLASH.
He clutches his temples as he pants frantically. A twisted and gnarled empty cuff dangles from the other one on his wrist. A spark of light weaves up from the broken cuff and bursts into


THE FUGITIVE

A *C-A* Production

Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.
An innocent victim of blind justice.
Falsely convicted for the murder of his wife.
Reprieved by fate when a train wreck freed him en route to the death house.
Freed him...to hide in lonely desparation.
To change his identity.
To toil at many jobs.
Freed him...to search for a one-armed man he saw leave the scene of the crime.
Freed him...to run before the relentless pursuit of the police lieutenant obsessed with his capture!

Tonight's episode: FEAR IN AN UPSTATE TOWN

Dude: I love it :) A Facts of Life/ The Fugitive Crossover :)

I can't wait to read it, I know it will be intresting, just because It's two of my Favorite Shows.

Speaking of the Fugitive, you do know what that's really about don't you?

The Fugitive was (allegedly) about the Sam Shepard case about a doctor in the 50's who was accused of killing his wife, but the show's creator Roy Huggins said it was more modernized version of the 50's Western "Shane" where a wanted drifter went from town to town and had some impact on the lives of its citizens. (This is from the quote I remember reading.) He said that the Sam Shepard case was actually coincidental. (Or is it?;) )

I wish they had a Fugitive board here!

Originally posted by Captain ABlairica
The Fugitive was (allegedly) about the Sam Shepard case about a doctor in the 50's who was accused of killing his wife, but the show's creator Roy Huggins said it was more modernized version of the 50's Western "Shane" where a wanted drifter went from town to town and had some impact on the lives of its citizens. (This is from the quote I remember reading.) He said that the Sam Shepard case was actually coincidental. (Or is it?;) )

I wish they had a Fugitive board here!

Ok, Just Checking :)
I Have read that too and No I don't thik Bearing resembalance ti the Shepard case was a Accident, I think it was intended that way.

I Think It was Changed to resemble a popular TV Show to sell it to the Public, While at the same Time, Showing Everyone that it really could happen.

But maybe that's just me.

I know, Me too.

could be interesting...

Originally posted by MrsGarrettRocksMySocks
could be interesting...

What's this "could be interesting"??:confused: Thanks for the vote of confidence!!!!:rolleyes:

All right, that does it, the masses have spoken--I hearby punish you all with--MORE OF THE EPISODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:cool:

Originally posted by Captain ABlairica
What's this "could be interesting"??:confused: Thanks for the vote of confidence!!!!:rolleyes:

All right, that does it, the masses have spoken--I hearby punish you all with--MORE OF THE EPISODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:cool:

Great, I can't Wait:)

KIMBLE
You certainly are earning your tip.
Your face looks like it could take you places
as well.

She smiles, then turns away.

HEATHER
It did.

She picks up the menu and pours him a cup of coffee.

HEATHER
But that's all in the past. As your official
greeter, I want to welcome you to Peekskill.
I wish I could say that there are many places
of interest here, but--

Two POLICEMEN enter, sit down at the booth next to him. He looks up in alarm and bolts out. She looks on in bewilderment.

HEATHER
Sir? Your coffee.

Kimble exits. The two cops, engaged in conversation, pay no attention to this. She watches him as he leaves, then moves on to the table with the officers.

EXT. DOWNTOWN PEEKSKILL

Kimble strides down the streets, glancing at the shop windows as PASSERSBY drift on around him.

NARRATOR
Another town in a never-ending trail of towns.
Peekskill, a borough in rural upstate New York.
Richard Kimble remains a face that blends in
with countless other faces in the village. But even
in quiet Peekskill, danger lurks in wait in that silence.

INT. EDNA'S EDIBLES

The door bells JINGLE as Kimble enters. He strolls up to the counter, examines the decor when Natalie and Tootie step out of the kitchen.

NATALIE
Good morning, sir, welcome to Edna's Edibles.
Would you care to try our Breakfast Croissant
Special?

KIMBLE
I'd like a job application.

Tootie reaches into a drawer, pulls out a sheet and hands it to him.

TOOTIE
Here you go, sir.

KIMBLE
Thank you.

He sits down at a table, fills it out. Mrs. Garrett bustles out of the kitchen with a basket full of muffins.

GARRETT
Girls, I need your help with the second
batch in the kitchen.

She spots Kimble, steps up to him.

(continued)

And then What! come on you can't leave me there.

GARRETT
Oh--I didn't see we had a customer.
Would you care for one of my special
mandarin-apple muffins on the house?

KIMBLE
Thank you, no, I just ate.

NATALIE
Trying one of Mrs. Garrett's muffins will
greatly ensure employment prospects.

He takes a muffin from the basket.

GARRETT
You're applying for a job!

He rises, hands the app to her. She scans it.

KIMBLE
I'm new in town. Since I don't have a
phone, I could just stop by for an interview
at your earliest convenience.

GARRETT
Well, let's interview now.

She pulls up a chair. Both she and Kimble sit down. He breaks the muffin in half and nibbles.

GARRETT
Ben Carvin. May I call you Ben?

KIMBLE
Sure.

She reads from the sheet.

GARRETT
Last employer: Apex Steel Works,
Albany, Oregon? Not only is
working at a gourmet food shop a step
down, but quite a few steps way from the
West Coast.

KIMBLE
There were layoffs, and I wasn't too lucky.
The economy will do that.

She puts on her glasses, examines the paper closely.

GARRETT
Mr. Carvin, I see the references section is
blank. I know you've come a long way, but
are you able to provide at least one reference?

KIMBLE
I'd have to look up his name, but it's been
a while.

GARRETT
You seem like such a nice young man to be
alone, with friends who must miss you.
You're hired!

Natalie and Tootie gape in suprise as Mrs. Garrett and Kimble shake hands.

NATALIE
Mrs. Garrett, you've finally hired a man
for the store!

Andy ambles in from the living room.

ANDY
And what am I, chopped liverwurst?

GARRETT
Don't worry, Andy, there's enough room
for the both of you.

Mrs. Garrett enters the kitchen with Tootie following behind.

(continued)

Please don't Stop there

This is awesome, you need to post more.

soon would be good

I'll get it to you guys soon, I have been busy with a never-ending screenwriting assignment....:typing:

Originally posted by Captain ABlairica
I'll get it to you guys soon, I have been busy with a never-ending screenwriting assignment....:typing:

Ok :) I just can't wait to read more and I Know I haven't wrote much lately myslef, Either. But I have Writer's Block.

Post more as soon as you can!

WE are waiting!

TOOTIE
Mrs. Garrett, why do you want to hire
a guy whose references are so questionable?

GARRETT
Because it would be nice to have a man
around the store. He probably needs a
job more than you think, and if he works
here, I can provide him with a reference.

TOOTIE
You wouldn't do that with anyone else
with so little qualifications.

Natalie enters from the kitchen with box of wheat crackers.

NATALIE
Come on, Tootie, spit it out. What's
your beef with Mrs. Garrett over hiring a
guy like Ben?

TOOTIE
Nothing. Just that I get the feeling our
days are numbered.

Mrs. Garrett CHUCKLES in disbelief.

GARRETT
Come on, Tootie, it's not like Ben Carvin is
an "axe murderer" or anything.

Natalie drops the box to the floor.

NATALIE
Slippery plastic coating.

She picks it up and restores it to the shelf.

EXT. SHOP - NEXT MORNING

Kimble, in a fine tweed suit, strides up to the door and prepares to enter when he stops, gazes in the mirror and adjusts his bowtie. The BELL JINGLES as he opens the door and enters.

INT. SHOP

Mrs. Garrett slaps placemats on the tables as he enters. She beams as he steps up to her.

GARRETT
Mr. Carvin, you certainly look dashing!
But you didn't have to put on the debonair
look just for the store.

KIMBLE
I thought I'd dress to impress.

GARRETT
Very well then, go on in and the girls can
fix you a time card--and an apron, as long
as it doesn't clash with tweed.

She and Kimble enter the kitchen. The BELL JINGLES again as Heather enters in a furry coat.

HEATHER
Hello? Anybody here?

No answer. She tiptoes to the counter, her fingers raised upward
for some serious intent when KIMBLE returns.

KIMBLE
Hi. What can I do for you?

HEATHER
Oh, hi. I didn't know you worked here.

KIMBLE
I have as of forty-five seconds ago.

HEATHER
Anything wrong with the diner food?

KIMBLE
Not at all. Nor with the service.

He cracks a smile. She brightens up with a grin.

HEATHER
Well, in that case, I would like a slice of
apple strudel and a cup of coffee to go.

KIMBLE
Sure thing. I'll be right back.

He enters the kitchen. She intently watches him leave, then creeps to the cash register. She CLICKS a button, then muffles the sound of the opening drawer with her hand. She looks back cautiously, then briskly snatches handfulls of dollar bills and stuffs them down the front of her coat. She then gently closes the till and beats a path out the door, the bell TINKLING at her exit. Kimble returns from the kitchen with a paper bag and a lidded coffee cup, then stops.

KIMBLE
Hello? Your order is ready.

He looks all around. No one in sight. Mrs. Garrett bustles out.

GARRETT
I'm so proud of you, Ben. Your first sale.

She joins in his bewilderment at the missing customer.

GARRETT
I guess they couldn't wait. Oh, well, I'll just
pay for it myself.

She heads for the till, opens it. She stops and stares agape.

KIMBLE
Something wrong, Mrs. Garrett?

GARRETT
We've been robbed. I must call the police
at once. There is a chance the person who did
this is still in the area.

KIMBLE
Are you sure we've been robbed? You don't want
to call the police without looking over the situation
carefully first.

GARRETT
No, I counted it before. There was a thief.
We must have them investigate right away.
Don't leave, because they might need your help.

(continued)

You can't stop there! Post more SOON.

Kimble paces as Mrs. Garrett picks up the phone and dials. He glances back then enters the kitchen.

INT. KITCHEN

He saunters toward the back door when Blair and Jo enter.

BLAIR
Mr. Carvin!

He stops, cringes. He guiltily turns back at them.

BLAIR
Did you hear the news? We've been robbed!

JO
Did you see anyone suspicious around here?

Kimble cocks a nervous smile, shakes his head.

KIMBLE
I imagine there have been people in
and out of here all morning.

JO
We just opened.

KIMBLE
(chuckling)
Well then, maybe a very quick breakfast rush.

Anxious to change the subject, he picks up a bag of flour from off the counter.

KIMBLE
Where should I put this?

BLAIR
Back on the counter, Mrs. Garrett's about to
make tollhouse cookies.

He THUMPS the flour bag onto the counter.

KIMBLE
Ask a silly question.

Blair and Jo start removing baking utensils and ingredients from the cupboards.

BLAIR
Mr. Carvin, you seem rather edgy today.

KIMBLE
The robbery, I guess. It's hard to start off
your first day of work when bad things happen
right off the bat.

JO
Don't worry about it, it's really laid back here.
You might even put Mrs. Gee at ease.

GARRETT
(O.S.)
Ben? Can you come out here please?

JO
See, she wants to thank you.

Kimble exits through the door to the store.

INT. SHOP

He steps out to see Mrs. Garrett standing next to his nightmare in blue--a POLICEMAN with a notepad. He glances furtively at both of them.

GARRETT
Ben, this is Officer McElroy. He wants to
ask a few questions.

MCELROY
Ben? What is your last name, Ben?

KIMBLE
Carvin. Ben Carvin.

MCELROY
And how long have you been employed
at Edna's Edibles?

KIMBLE
I just started this morning.

MCELROY
Did you see anything suspicious when
you began work this morning? Any characters
acting oddly?

KIMBLE
As a matter of fact, I did see a young woman
come in and order a piece of strudel and a cup of
coffee. I entered the kitchen, and when I came back
with her order, she was gone.

He glances about impatiently, not wanting to meet the officer's gaze. McElroy scribbles down notes on the pad with a pen.

MCELROY
Can you describe what the woman in question
was wearing?

Kimble looks up, BREATHES DEEPLY.

KIMBLE
A fur coat, short dress, high heels. She was a brunette.

MCELROY
Was she pretty?

KIMBLE
That I didn't notice.

McElroy finishes jotting his notes, closes the pad.

MCELROY
Thank you, Mr. Carvin, we'll keep in touch. What was
your phone number?

KIMBLE
I'm just new in town. I don't have a phone yet.

GARRETT
You can use the shop phone number for reference.

MCELROY
Thank you both for your help. We'll look right
into it.

McElroy heads for the door, then stops.

MCELROY
And one more thing, Mr. Carvin.

Kimble looks up in alarm.

MCELROY
Try Edna's cherry pie. It's de--lish.

The BELL JINGLES as he exits.

Awesome Continue Soon

Kimble trembles and heaves a weary breath as Mrs. Garrett steps up to him and pats him on the shoulder.

GARRETT
Don't worry, Ben. We'll catch the thief
before too long.

She examines Kimble's pale expression.

GARRETT
Ben, your face is flushed white. You look
deathly ill.

KIMBLE
Just the jitters from this crime scene.

He cracks his nervous smile.

GARRETT
Ben, I hope you aren't considering leaving
on account of a simple robbery. You're a
good man, and this is a very good place.

KIMBLE
No, ma'am. I've seen worse before. How about
if I head back into the kitchen and help the girls
with making strudel?

GARRETT
You got it. Maybe one of them can get you a
soda to help cool you off, take your mind off
the troubles.

She pats his back and leads him back to the kitchen.

INT. KITCHEN

Kimble enters alone and examines the kitchen area, empty but for bags of apples and flours on the counters. He turns at the
sound of Mrs. Garrett cheerfully HUMMING a tune o.s. He picks up an apron and prepares to sling the top strap over his neck when he stops. Scans the room, then tosses the apron on the broomrack. He hastily exits through the back door. Mrs. Garrett enters a beat later and scopes the room.

GARRETT
Ben? Ben, are you here?

She throws up her hands in worry.

EXT. STREETS

Kimble hustles down the street through PASSERSBY who glance warily at his fevered stride. He gazes at the diner in the distance and spots a familiar figure in a fur coat waiting to cross the street some distance away--Heather. Kimble darts across the street and ducks into alleyways.

EXT. DINER - A FEW MINUTES LATER
The back door from the diner kitchen opens as Heather, in her waitress uniform, steps out with a wastebasket and crosses the back lot to a garbage bin. She reaches out to grab the lid of the bin when Kimble sneaks up from behind and grabs her arm with one hand and her mouth with the other. She dumps the wastebasket with a CLANK, strewing debris all over. Her eyes bulge in terror as she wriggles and MOANS in his grasp.

KIMBLE
You forgot your order.

He pushes her toward the side of a neighboring building.

KIMBLE
I'm going to release your mouth. I am
trusting you won't scream, because you
don't want to attract attention from the
police, is that right?

She nods. He slowly lets her mouth free. She GASPS and PANTS.

KIMBLE
Now why did you steal money from
Edna's Edibles?

HEATHER
I didn't.

He clutches her arm again.

KIMBLE
Care to go to her and tell her yourself?

She shakes her head.

HEATHER
Please let me go back and get it. Don't
report me. I'll make it up to you, no
asked.

KIMBLE
I'll wait right here.

She retreats back in as Kimble waits. He stoops to pick up the discarded wastebasket when she returns with a cloth bag. She hands it to Kimble.

HEATHER
It's all there. I didn't take it for the reason
you think. Please don't tell the police.

VOICE (O.S.)
Heather! Hurry up with the trash! Customers
are waiting!

HEATHER
I have to go.

KIMBLE
Thank you, Heather. Mrs. Garrett will
appreciate this.

She enters the kitchen door. Kimble watches her, then picks up a few handsful of trash and tosses them into the bin. He then strides off down the alley.

(continued)

INT. SHOP

The JINGLING DOOR BELL announces Kimble's return as Mrs. Garrett feverishly wipes down counters and re-arranges condiments on the tables, etc., AD LIB FEVERISH CHATTER. They turn at the sound of his entrance.

GARRETT
Ben! There you are! We've been worried
sick about you!

KIMBLE
Nothing to worry about anymore, Mrs. Garrett.

He tosses her the money bag.

KIMBLE
There's your money.

JO
Cool, Ben! You caught up with the crook!
Did you pound the turkey stuffing out his
snot locker?

She SMACKS HER FIST into her palm to emphasize the point.

KIMBLE
I found it in an alley. The culprit must have
dropped it.

BLAIR
Great! We should call Officer McElroy. He
was just here dusting for fingerprints.

Kimble nervously looks at his hands. Did I touch anything?

GARRETT
Something wrong, Ben?

KIMBLE
Just worried about whether I washed up
when I began my shift. I don't think I'd want
to have a visit from the Health Inspector.

GARRETT
(laughing)
It's not like they're going to arrest you for
dirty hands!

Kimble winces.

GARRETT
I wish you could have stuck around for the
morning rush, Ben. But on the other hand, you
did return with the money. Let's have an early
lunch break to celebrate--with a double-helping of
my spinach-mushroom quiche!

She wraps her arm around his shoulder as they enter the kitchen.

INT. PEEKSKILL POLICE STATION

McElroy holds up a laminated menu by both edges when the PHONE RINGS. He picks up.

MCELROY
Peekskill Pee-Dee, Officer McElroy here.
(a beat)
Well, hello! Yes, I've been expecting your
call to wait for further instructions. Just lie
low until you can fly over in a few hours?
Can do. I'd be delighted to meet with you--
LIEUTENANT GIRARD.

DRAMATIC MUSIC SWELLS!!

END OF ACT ONE.

TITLE SUPER: THE FUGITIVE - ACT TWO

INT. DINING ROOM - NIGHT

Blair, Natalie, Tootie and Jo sit around the a fully set table dishing up salad from a bowl and steaming vegetables as Mrs. Garrett bustles in holding a post roast in a glass dish. The girls AD LIB OOH'S and AHHS of approval at the delicious feast when Kimble strides on by wearing his windbreaker.

GARRETT
Ben! You're leaving? Why don't you
come and join us?

KIMBLE
Thanks for the invitation, Mrs. Garrett.
I need to step out for a while, but I'll be
right back. Save me a slice of your roast.
It smells heavenly.

He exits. Mrs. Garrett sets the roast down and begins to carve.

TOOTIE
Mr. Carvin sure seems kinda quiet.

NATALIE
He's new in town. He's probably shy.

BLAIR
He is quite the hunk. But I keep having a
funny feeling about him.

JO
Blair, no one wants to hear about your hot
flashes at dinnertime.

BLAIR
It's not that. He's been acting rather oddly
about this whole robbery. He doesn't get
excited or rattled about it.

GARRETT
He's a man in control of his feelings.

Mrs. Garrett serves portions of the roast onto the girls' plates, then stops. She gazes toward the window.

GARRETT
But some things I'm beginning to see. He
seems nervous about Officer McElroy.

JO
You think he's in trouble?

NATALIE
A man that good-looking couldn't be in
that much trouble.

Blair BANGS her drinking glass on the table.

BLAIR
That's it. He's a confidence man. Well, he
can't pull that charm on Blair Warner.

JO
Come off it, Blair.

TOOTIE
Well, I agree with Blair. I noticed it the first time
he came in here.

Mrs. Garrett shakes her head in confusion.

GARRETT
Maybe I should have a heart to heart with Ben.


EXT. APARTMENT COMPLEX

Kimble strolls down the street, stops at a multi-storied building. He looks up at a lit window a few flights up. He examines a row of mailboxes, finds one: HUNT - 203. He enters the building.

INT. HEATHER'S APARTMENT

Heather lies on the sofa, reading a coffee table fashion magazine while LIGHT ADULT POP plays softly on the radio. She turns at the sound of KNOCKS on the door. She rises, opens the door.
It's Kimble.

HEATHER
Oh, hi.

KIMBLE
Hi. May I come in?

HEATHER
Sure, sure. I was hoping I'd find you, but
I didn't know where to look, other than
the shop.

Kimble enters.

KIMBLE
Thought you might use some company.
And I thought you might tell me a little
about your trouble, the kind you said I
wouldn't understand earlier.

(continued)

HEATHER
Yes, come in.

He enters as she heads for the kitchen.

HEATHER
Sit down and make yourself at home.
I'll fix you a cup of coffee. Cream and sugar?

KIMBLE
Please.

He sits down as she pours two cups.

HEATHER
You may not know this, but, me and Mrs.
Garrett go a little ways back.

KIMBLE
Oh, really?

She drops two cubes in with a two dollops of cream from a small pitcher. She places the cups on saucers and carries them out to him. She sits down next to him.

HEATHER
I'll tell you a little story, hope I don't bore
you. I'm not just Heather Hunt, roadside diner
waitress. Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far
away, there was Heather Hunt, screen actress.
Touted as being the next big thing. Remember
movies, "Moonlight Madness" or "Teen Queen
Confidential"?

Kimble shakes his head.

HEATHER
I was going to be bigger than Brook Shields, they
said. Well, it never happened. When I was reduced
to riding a hippo on Circus of the Stars, that's when
I knew the ride was over. My last flick, "Sorority Hall
Slasher" went straight to video. Teen Killer Exploitation
flick, it was a total bomb. So I figured it was time to
work a few jobs, save what was left of my money, go
back to school. Get a business degree. That's why I'm
at the diner, trying to save up.

KIMBLE
So how do you know Mrs. Garrett?

HEATHER
All when the Heather Hunt roller coaster was rolling
uphill. I became a student at Langley for a while in
between pictures. I stopped in at Edna's Edibles, where
it was so "crackerbarrell quaint." I think I might have made
an enemy out of that girl Blair, I went on a date with her
boyfriend Cliff. But it was all harmless then.

KIMBLE
And about the money?

She SIGHS and looks down, her smile dropping.

HEATHER
You do things you'd normally wouldn't do. You make
bad choices along the way. Things you do because
you're desperate. If you didn't do them, you'd end
up regretting it. I took the money and ran--because
I was afraid of what would happen.

KIMBLE
Heather, there are not a lot of things worse than
jeopardizing your life with a criminal record.

HEATHER
I know, I know. This was something different.
Does Mrs. Garrett know?

KIMBLE
I told her I found on the road. You're in the clear
for now.

HEATHER
I feel so much better for telling you.

Kimble smiles, then rises.

KIMBLE
I guess it's time for me to go. Pay a visit back to
the shop, where I'm sure Tootie wants to play
Scrabble with us over fluffernutter sandwiches.

He heads for the door, when she stops him.

HEATHER
Ben?

She wraps her arms around him. He kisses her on the cheek.

HEATHER
Thank you.

He exits. She sits back down and flips on the television when a KNOCK sounds at the door. She beams with a broad smile, rises to answer it.

HEATHER
Coming back for more?

She opens the door, GASPS. Her smile collapses. Standing before her, eyes burning a whole in the darkness, the menacing, swarthy figure of THE ONE-ARMED MAN--FRED JOHNSON!

JOHNSON
You're darn tootin' I'm coming back for more.
You got the cash on hand?

HEATHER
I don't. I just need a little more time.

He stalks toward her as she fearfully backs away.

JOHNSON
Yeah, yeah, we all got needs. I gave you until
to come up with the loot. But I'm not worried.
Say hello to your revived actin' career, Toots.

He reaches into his overcoat, pulls out a video cassette, waves it toward her. He smiles craftily.

JOHNSON
Looks like I'm about to be paid in full. All thanks
to you, Heather.

He turns to leave, then stops.

HEATHER
Your doc "boyfriend" from Wedgewood's put on
an Academy Award-winning performance as well.
Thank him, for me, will ya?

He leaves down the hall, WHISTLING "We're In the Money".
She steps out, watches him waltz on, then closes the door. She slumps onto the sofa, SOBBING.

Wow, that was long! Continue soon I am still reading.

Boy, it's been a while since I last looked at this. I'm about to do more.