( horn blaring )
NARRATOR: The name: Dr. Richard Kimble.
The 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.
Richard Kimble ponders his fate as he looks at the world
for the last time...
and sees only darkness.
But in that darkness fate moves its huge hand.
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ANNOUNCER: The Fugitive.
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A QM production.
Starring David Janssen as the fugitive.
Co-starring Ed Nelson...
Diane Brewster...
and special guest star Pamela Tiffin.
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Gerard.
ANNOUNCER: Tonight's episode, "The Girl From Little Egypt."
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Ruth, honey, I-- I was going to tell you.
But you didn't.
I had to hear it from your partner just before we landed.
"A fine man," he called you.
And he thinks your wife is wonderful.
Wonderful.
Neurotic, possessive.
Close to being an alcoholic.
All right. Let everybody else think she's wonderful.
I don't want anyone to know the truth but you and my lawyer.
A divorce?
I don't believe you.
Whether or not you do, it's the truth.
Do you honestly think the past four months
have meant nothing to me?
Honey, our place, our parks, our bridges--
Paul, please.
Our Wednesday evenings.
Don't do this to me.
Ruth, it's done. We can't go back now.
And I can't go on.
Honey--
Ruth!
( upbeat rock 'n' roll music playing on radio )
( sobbing )
( shuts off radio )
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( screams )
( gasps )
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You won't be flying out till this is cleared up, Miss Norton.
I'll notify the airline.
Yes, sir.
Checked his bag. It's the usual stuff.
No ID. Small amount of cash, about $12 in silver.
How badly is he hurt?
Might only be a concussion instead of a fractured skull.
Bruises, cuts. Deep one on his leg.
Could I--? Would it be possible for me to go to the hospital?
To make sure he's going to be all right?
For your sake, miss, I hope he's all right.
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KIMBLE: You did everything you could, John.
Everything you could.
I've delivered I don't know how many kids...
I'll, uh-- I'll be by to see you later.
Hello, darling.
How are you feeling?
Oh, not very well.
I didn't know they were going to put me in so deep.
Well, they gave you the privilege of telling me.
Do we have a son or a daughter?
We had a son.
Helen, I love you.
We can look forward to a long, full life.
I am so happy.
As a doctor I ought to have the words, I--
All I can say is, I'm sorry.
In time we'll be able--
What's wrong?
Our child was stillborn.
Dead?
What else?
Why did they put me under like that?
What time is it? How long was I in there?
A long time.
Why? What else did they do to me?
We almost lost you, Helen.
What else?
It was the only way. We can't have children.
No children.
My baby dead.
Hey...
Hey,
we will have children.
We'll manage to...
Dead!
Helen...
Officer Westphal. Welcome back.
Should we notify Helen, Mister...?
Browning.
George Browning.
Did I say "Helen"? I...
Girl I knew.
Did I mention any others?
Heh. No, just a lot of mumbling we couldn't make out.
"We"?
WESTPHAL: Miss Norton.
She's been here ever since you came in.
What happened?
WESTPHAL: You tell me.
Just listen, miss.
I, uh...
I had a ride.
I...got out of the car and waited...
I-I ran outta cigarettes.
I saw a place up the highway.
I, uh,
should've looked before I stepped out.
You stepped out?
I...
tried to jump back.
Sorry.
Oh, my head hurts.
Concussion, Browning.
Got a bum leg too.
You'll be here a while.
( groans )
Say,
you didn't tell me he stepped onto the highway.
I didn't have a chance to see what he was doing.
Well, that wraps it. Goodnight, Miss Norton.
You're a lucky girl.
Helen...
Mr. Browning?
Why?
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( horn blaring )
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Honey, you look wonderful.
Thank you, darling. You're very gallant.
And I might say the same for you.
Now that we've bolstered each other's egos,
what do you say we do something about our appetites?
Good. Where to tonight?
Oh, there's a little seafood house
that Carter was telling me about.
It has good food. Uh...
When did you see Ross Carter?
Oh, Helen, let's not spoil tonight, huh?
The great Ross Carter of the clinic for planned parenthood.
Look, we merely discussed the possibility--
Forget it, Richard.
For the last time, I won't live a lie!
I'm not so far away you have to scream it.
I'll scream all I want.
Helen, why do you keep thinking of adoption as a lie?
Because it is.
I wouldn't be its mother.
Every year thousands of people--
I don't care if a million people lie to themselves.
If I can't have a child, I won't have one.
You won't. Your tragedy.
Look, he was my son too. Doesn't that mean anything to you?
It means I'm going to have another drink.
( glass shatters )
We have lots of glasses, Richard.
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( engine starts )
( mysterious theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
( tires screech )
MAN: Richard David Kimble,
it is the verdict of this court
you shall be removed to the state penitentiary
and there held until a date to be determined,
and on that date,
according to the laws of this sovereign state,
execution shall be done unto you.
May God have mercy on your soul.
( mysterious theme playing )
I thought you'd gone.
I...wanted to ask,
why you said the accident was your fault.
That's my business.
What's going to happen to you?
( sighs )
Why the concern?
Dr. Kimble, I--
Yes, I heard.
You were sentenced to be executed.
I was innocent.
People usually don't lie when they're delirious.
But what if the police come back?
Or a nurse hears what I did?
I'll find out how soon you can be discharged,
if you have someone to take care of you.
Why are you doing this?
My name is Ruth Norton.
I come from the part of Illinois they call Little Egypt.
I'm 23 years old.
You saved my life. That's right.
If it hadn't been for you,
I probably would have killed myself
at the first curve in that highway.
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I, uh, can do it myself, little girl from Little Egypt.
That wasn't the agreement.
And you've got to be back here in three days
for a checkup, Mr. Kimble.
Uh...
Do us a favor.
The name is George Browning.
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You know, once, a long time ago,
I was out there on a troopship.
It won't work.
"I'll tell you my life story, you tell me yours."
You've all the defenses of a first-rate chess player.
Don't you want anything else?
No.
Well, the bed's made,
so I'm going marketing.
What are you allergic to?
Not a thing.
You're a...very trusting soul.
That's my trouble.
Besides, what could you do?
Run up the telephone bill,
steal the $50 from the coffee can underneath the sink,
get the television out of focus?
But you wouldn't even do that. You're a careful man.
I have to be.
Lock the door, will you?
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( ominous theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
( siren wailing in distance )
( siren approaching )
( siren wailing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
( doorbell buzzes )
( door opens )
Darling, I had to come, to--
To make sure you were all right, to try and explain.
There's nothing to explain.
But there is. You didn't give me a chance.
What good would it do? You're married.
That's all I know.
You're married.
PAUL: Darling, I-- I admitted it.
It's all my fault.
I kept telling myself that
this isn't right. I-I have to tell her.
And then it was the second hour of the second day
in the second week and I was trapped.
Trapped? And what was I?
I like to think you felt the same way, and still do.
Paul, please don't!
Leave me alone!
Uh, sorry.
Paul, this is--
George.
Brother George.
How do you do?
Well, uh, you could have told me, Ruthie,
saved all this egg on my face.
( laughs )
George, this is Paul Clements.
Glad to meet you.
You know, uh,
in your letters you said you were lonesome.
Uh, what do you do, George?
Salesman. Uh, sporting goods.
I get to town about once or twice a year.
Must be quite a change from back in--
Little Egypt? Yeah, well,
I get there about once a century.
George works out of New York.
Oh?
Well, uh,
they're not letting people into ball games
at half-price anymore.
Meaning, I'll, uh,
take a walk and get the papers.
Walk as though you've a bad leg there.
Huh? Oh, I just, uh,
sprained it, uh, playing a little golf with a client.
You, uh-- You gonna be in town long?
I'll, uh, wind it up in a couple of days.
Let's, uh-- Let's have a drink?
No, thanks, anyway.
I'm gonna have to be going.
Oh, now, wait a minute. Stick around a while.
After all, I barged in here like an elephant.
Don't worry about it.
Goodnight, darling.
Oh, nice, um-- Nice meeting you, Paul.
Yeah.
No wonder they haven't caught you yet.
How can anybody tell who you are without a scorecard?
Well, Brother George is a role I didn't like playing.
Neither did I.
And thanks for not being someone
I picked up on the rebound.
You still love him.
Please, no moralizing.
You fall in love...
Before you know it, you're in over your head.
You find out he's married. You want to kill yourself.
The question is, Ruthie:
will he come to the funeral,
or will he ask his wife to pick out some flowers
for a nice little stewardess he once met on a plane?
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( mellow theme playing )
I'm sorry for what I said last night.
What did you say?
I don't remember.
About his wife picking out flowers for your funeral.
Oh, yes, I remember now.
The, uh,
old story of the lonely girl in the big city?
Your guess was good.
I met him on a flight.
A week later he called.
Dinner.
One of those little hideaways that trap ten women a week.
Checkered tablecloths.
Chef comes out and asks you if you're enjoying yourself.
You've been around, George.
Anyhow, with my flight schedule I only saw him on weekdays.
Mostly Wednesdays.
A concert,
art exhibition, baseball game.
Here.
The future Mrs. Paul Clements
slaving over a hot stove and loving it.
Uh...
Be back tomorrow?
Friday at 4.
Well, I'm gonna go by the hospital
and have 'em check out this leg.
And I'd like to pick you up.
Well enough to drive? Uh-huh.
Okay.
The car's yours.
Don't steal it.
It isn't paid for.
( phone ringing )
Prestwick.
Oh, Jim? Paul. How you doing, buddy?
Hey, Paul. What can you do for me?
Look, Jim, I've got kind of a funny problem.
"Funny," and you call Homicide?
Heh. Look, kidding aside, I've been elected
sort of a Good Samaritan this week, and I--
I just don't know how to go about it.
Problem is this: There's this little secretary around here
see, and, uh, well, she's got a friend
that's a-- A stewardess or something.
Name is, uh, Ruth...Norton, I think.
Yeah, that's it. Norton.
Ruth Norton. Well, what about her?
Well, I'm coming to that right now.
It seems this what's-her-name stewardess
won't tell anybody what's bothering her.
And she's going around terrifically depressed.
Uh, so the secretary starts snooping around
and finds a crumpled fender
on the girl's car.
Think she's a hit-and-run?
That's not Good Samaritan. That's fink.
Well, no, she wasn't acting guilty or anything.
Just depressed.
Listen, Paul, of all the things you asked me to do, I mean--
All you have to do is get the particulars
on the accident, and then I'll--
The secretary'll take care of the rest.
All right.
Let's see, uh, Ruth Norton, huh?
I'll check with Traffic and get back to you.
I certainly appreciate it, Jim.
Hey, listen, gonna see you and Lois
over Saturday night, eh?
Yeah, that's right. I'll have this way before that though.
And give my best to Doris and the kids.
Right, Jim. Thanks a lot.
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( intercom buzzes )
WOMAN: Lieutenant Prestwick on the line.
Oh, thanks, honey. Jim?
Paul? Tell the secretary to tell her friend things are all right.
No charges. Minor accident involving a transient.
Already discharged from the hospital.
Oh. Heh. You're a magician, Jim.
You sure it was Ruth Norton, huh?
Ruth Norton and George Browning. Case closed.
George Browning?
Thanks, Jim.
Thanks a lot.
( ringing )
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You have a nice time?
Wonderful.
What have you been doing?
Rehearsed telling you my life story.
Don't I know enough already?
I don't think so.
It was in the newspapers, magazines.
I understand someone's writing a book about it.
I suppose that makes it real.
A real nightmare.
( mysterious theme playing )
Yes, we argued.
Often.
Well, living next door,
my husband and I could hear, of course.
Do you know for a fact that any of these arguments were violent?
Well, I-- Well, I once saw Mrs. Kimble
with a very bad bruise on her cheek.
( all murmuring )
She became intoxicated.
Fell against the bureau.
And were you present?
Yes, but I was across the room.
"Across the room."
And what did you do when she fell?
Picked her up, treated her.
And realized how much you loved her.
Well, I did love her.
I never stopped loving her.
Just...
that one hopeless area.
You say you saw a boy in a rowboat.
Yes, sir.
But you don't think he saw you.
As a matter of fact, you've heard him,
sitting right there, testify that he didn't see you.
And now you claim someone else
must have seen you.
You swear that you saw him.
A man with one arm,
running from the direction of your house.
I call to the attention of this court
the previous testimony of Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
Immediately following the homicide,
and over a period of ten days thereafter,
my office interrogated a total of 83 men
of such description.
And what were your findings?
That none of them could possibly have been in the vicinity
when the crime took place.
Then, Lieutenant Gerard, with your reputation
as one of the most brilliant police officers in the state,
you were forced to conclude
that there never was a one-armed man.
Objection. Objection!
Sustained.
I order that stricken from the record.
I must warn you, Mr. Rand,
you are familiar with the proceedings of this court
and I expect you to abide by them.
( all murmuring )
Richard David Kimble,
have you anything to say before I pass sentence upon you?
Before God,
I am innocent.
Innocent.
How you must have felt.
I didn't tell you all this to make you feel sorry for me.
I know. You're just trying to put
my little world in perspective, aren't you?
( phone ringing )
Hello?
How are you? I didn't--
Yes.
Yes, I will.
Paul.
He wants to meet George Browning at the Red Lion Bar
in 15 minutes.
How'd he find out?
Where is the Red Lion Bar?
Two blocks south on Taylor.
You shouldn't go. I just know it.
Yeah, well, our instincts agree.
But if I run I won't find out what he wanted, will I?
( door opens )
( door closes )
Five one hundreds.
How did you figure all this out?
It was simple.
Ruth's car is damaged, your bad leg. An accident.
Why press charges and get things all tied up in court?
You thought of a better way: blackmail.
Room and board, and I don't know how much
until you-- You got your strength back.
How did you decide on 500?
Why not 750 or 1,000?
Are you gonna take this?
Successful, upstanding young executive
protecting a sweet little girl in the big city, huh?
Except that you're not.
You just wanna get rid of me so you can try to get things
back to the way they were.
I'll offer you a deal.
Cost you a lot less than 500.
Tomorrow. Saturday night.
Take her out. Dinner, theater.
What are you trying to do?
Take her out Saturday night. I'll be gone Sunday morning.
I can't. We're having--
I'm having people over tomorrow night.
Family and friends, huh?
Yeah, sure. Why, uh, risk spoiling that world of yours
for a girl you can love in the middle of the week?
Listen, Browning, or whatever it is.
You're lucky. As of now you know more about me
than I do about you.
As of now.
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( dramatic theme playing )
I still don't believe Paul didn't threaten you in some way.
Disappointed he didn't fight fang and claw for you?
I didn't mean that.
You know I didn't mean that.
Ever asked yourself why Paul Clements?
He was lonely.
On Market Street you have to step off the sidewalk
to make room for the lonely ones.
Most of them aren't married, Ruthie.
I don't want to talk about it.
Well, that's, uh, not gonna change anything.
You shouldn't forget him.
You ought to remember him
as a particular type of man.
The city's full of them.
They're a lot like children: "I want, I want."
All pleasure, no pain.
If somebody gets hurt, it won't be them.
And they'll always find somebody else.
Well, uh, end of lecture.
I'll, uh, be leaving in the morning.
Tomorrow, maybe tonight.
Just like that.
Thank you very much.
For all the right answers, best wishes
and a pat on the head.
Not all the answers, Ruthie.
The big one you'll have to find for yourself.
( mellow theme playing )
( scoffs )
What's this, dear?
A payment to the Mafia?
Oh. Ha, ha. Yeah, that's an example of better judgment.
I, uh, got a tip on the commodity market.
I, heh, thought twice about it.
I'm gonna redeposit it Monday morning.
Heh. I see. Well, you hang up your coat
while I relieve you of the martini.
Yeah...
Oh, darling, um, speaking of martinis,
I asked the Cunninghams over Wednesday night.
Fine.
Uh, Wednesday night? Uh-huh.
I won't know until Monday,
but I, uh...
may have to put in a little time with Poached Egg Wilson
from Kansas City.
Him again? You poor man.
You know how he is.
Talk your leg off rather than go back to his hotel room.
Well, maybe you can salvage the evening
by getting him to eat something other than poached eggs.
Anyway, I'll burn a candle in the window for you.
Good girl.
No matter how late I am, I know I can always count on that.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Are you always so mysterious?
We're almost there.
I've never been in this part of the peninsula before.
Expensive homes.
Did you know these people before you were--?
Here we are.
Lots of cars. Must be a party.
( breezy lounge music playing inside )
I'll leave it to you.
We're old friends from out-of-town.
You get outta here.
My leg's better. I feel fine.
Meaning I'll knock you into your wall-to-wall carpeting
if you try to keep us out.
Come in, won't you? I'm Doris.
Yes, come in, come in.
This is, uh, my wife, Doris.
Uh, Doris, this is Ruth Norton and her brother, George.
Hello. Ruth is an airline stewardess.
A stewardess?
Tell me something. Do you girls really
fly those planes from the pilots' laps?
( laughs )
Scotch and water, Paul.
DORIS: Don't you like parties?
I do. They're so meaningless.
Oh, come on.
Uh, what's this?
Uh.
( laughing ): Okay, off to bed with you.
That's the fourth trip.
They must be having a smorgasbord.
They're beautiful children.
They're monsters from the planet Earth.
Come on, meet some people. Sober, drunk, witty, boring.
All friends.
Guess I'll have to get that drink myself.
See you, Harry.
Where's Sally, Jim?
Oh, I guess she's off talking politics some place.
DORIS: Oh, Ruth, this is Jim Prestwick.
He has endured the friendship of my husband
longer than anyone else.
Jim, this is Ruth Norton.
Ruth Norton?
DORIS: She's an airline stewardess.
Now if you two will excuse me.
Give me the Scotch.
Uh, you're a stewardess, huh?
Almost a year now.
Oh, is that so?
You know, I've got a young cousin in Saint Paul
and he is just crazy about flying.
MAN: Oh, I really don't know how much good it does.
As a deterrent, I mean.
Do you really think that in a moment of rage
you'd even stop to think about legal punishment?
Well, that's a good question, a very good one.
I don't know.
( indistinct chatter )
When you leave, you leave with me.
This is the cruelest thing anyone's ever done to me.
Take a look around.
Hey, listen, hey. There you go.
( all laughing )
( all chattering )
( melancholy theme playing )
You think he's going to give all this up for you?
I didn't know he had all this.
You've made your point.
I'll get my things. Let's go.
Here's our man.
Sir, sir, would you help us over here a minute, please?
Thank you.
We're at 3-3 on capital punishment.
My opinion's supposed to decide something, huh?
You better vote and make him happy.
Now, listen, lieutenant,
you're a detective, not a politician.
No soliciting within 100 feet of the polls.
Uh, well, I, uh,
think our opinions come more from emotion than from logic.
So whether I'm for or against capital punishment,
I don't think I'll change any opinions here.
I'm going to find a voter, not a philosopher.
Well, uh, he's new here.
He doesn't know we have a little rule
not to take ourselves too seriously.
My name's Jim Prestwick.
Norton. I came with my sister.
Uh, ahem, hey, listen,
I've gotta find my wife. I-I'll see you later, huh?
You really did it, huh?
You had the nerve to bring her here.
You've made enough mistakes, Clements.
All right, all right. Maybe so.
Maybe I should've been driving her car.
Tell you, I wouldn't have missed.
I would have aimed dead center.
And if I would have missed,
I would have backed up.
RUTH: I'm ready, George.
You have a lovely home, Paul.
And family.
Next week I'm going to move.
Somewhere.
I won't be in the phone book.
Goodbye.
( tense theme playing )
Just wait a minute! Who do you think you are?
( glass shatters )
Sorry.
So am I.
( mellow theme playing )
Thank you.
It hasn't been so bad, has it?
No.
When you meet the guy, um--
Whoever he is, or you think he might be.
--bring him here.
Don't avoid it.
Come here and, uh,
think of Paul, think of me.
But most of all, think of the guy what brung you.
I know. Make it our place.
Good old checkered tablecloths.
Good old chef coming out to ask how our dinner was.
( laughs )
You know, Ruthie, um,
sometime I'll be back and, uh,
you'll probably be sitting right there.
Only by then you'll be feeding tamales to a couple of kids
and maybe slipping the old man some money under the table.
That'll be the day.
I'm not worried about it.
When I'm through Little Egypt I'll, uh--
I'll give 'em your best.
George?
I never thanked you for running me down.
The pleasure was all mine.
NARRATOR: The outbound bus from San Francisco,
destination known.
George Browning, destination unknown.
His only companion: hope.
Hope for the day when he can once again
become Richard Kimble.
( dramatic theme playing )