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...more than one trial as a result of police raids on two apartments, one occupied by Patty and her friend Wendy Yoshimura, the other by Fellow Fugitives Bill and Emily Harris. The raids yielded four truckloads of materials that provided a catalogue of a well financed life on the lam. Items...
...think about. Everything in the movie is familiar. Redford appears as Turner, a blithe, intelligent functionary in an unimportant CIA office in New York. He finds all his co-workers slaughtered one day. Figuring that he is next on the list for removal, he takes it on the lam. Turner calls into headquarters for help, but it seems that headquarters wants to kill him too. Everyone wants to kill him, except the melancholy, liquid-eyed Kathy (Faye Dunaway). Redford rewards her by commandeering her car and apartment, tying her to the toilet. He makes it all up to her (presumably...
...back in New York and I could walk free, I don't think I'd wanna go back," concluded Fugitive Radical Abbie Hoffman, 38. Facing a 15-year to life prison term if convicted on drug-dealing charges in New York, Hoffman has been on the lam since jumping bail 13 months ago. In an interview with Ron Rosenbaum of New Times and TV Documentary Producer Michael Shamberg, Hoffman described in considerable detail his new life as a member of the underground. Not only has he undergone plastic surgery, claimed the onetime Yippie leader, but he took...
Correspondents and cameramen in the Continental Palace Hotel swarmed down the stairs, through the lobby and out across Lam Son Square in single file, a ragtag army lugging typewriters, shoulder bags, TV cameras and sound gear. Our designated assembly point was down near the Saigon River four blocks away. Armed policemen in the square eyed us menacingly. There was no question: this formation clearly signaled the final departure of Americans from the Indochina...
...before, Lam Son Square had echoed with the sound of carbines, M-16s and rooftop machine guns. Now the square was quiet, the pavement under our feet baked to cooking temperature by the morning sun. I glanced at my watch: it was 10:42. People peered through iron gates that had been pulled shut because of the 24-hour curfew. Their eyes were easy to read. "You're leaving us," they said...