You had no right to start something like this.
Doctor, like it or not, you are,
if you will permit the archaic phrase,
a public enemy.
The transcript of your trial is a public record and you are,
consequently, public property.
So the only thing
I have to answer to is my own conscience.
What's this going to prove?
It's like playing with loaded dice.
They're kids.
College graduates, doctor.
Some of the brightest minds in the country.
You have 40 years experience on them.
That doesn't weigh as much
as the fact they hate me, doctor.
If I can get an acquittal from that jury,
I'd defend you before the Spanish Inquisition.
And all I ask is that you stay around
and see what happens, doctor.
NARRATOR:
A QM 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 desperation,
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.
The guest stars
Kathleen Maguire,
Robert Drivas,
and special guest star Ed Begley.
ANNOUNCER:
The man is Richard Kimble.
And, not surprisingly, the man is tired.
Tired of looking over his shoulder,
of the ready lie,
of the buses and freight trains.
Richard Kimble is tired of running.
...the jury trial render the administration of justice
rather haphazard? No.
You've been apprised, of course...
Why don't they talk like people?
some minor cases,
and the results have been very satisfactory.
Rubbish.
Would you care to amplify that statement, Prof. Lazer?
I said, rubbish. I think that covers it.
Well, now we're gettin' somewhere.
Look out, buddy.
My method of dealing with ignorance
is to label it as such and avoid getting soiled by it.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
I'm afraid we're getting off the subject.
Who is that? The old man?
That's G. Stanley Lazer.
Oh, I forgot, you're not a local.
He teaches out at the college.
He used to be just about the biggest mouthpiece around.
I think I remember his name.
"Take, for example,
the cases of the Farjohn kidnappers,
the notorious Ice Woman Barbara Creel,
the Babcock Brothers, Richard Kimble, or even Frank Dietrich.
I have no doubt that if I were able to represent these
defendants before another jury, I would be able to obtain
for each an acquittal or, at worst, a hung jury."
Don't bet against it.
Now, Professor Lazer,
this doesn't sound as if you place
much faith in our 12 good men and true.
I place a great deal of faith in myself, Mr. Eller,
and very little in the persuasive powers
of circumstantial evidence.
The way I see it,
a judge is one man, a jury is 12 men.
Either can be swayed one way or the other,
but only the jury can disagree.
Consequently, I prefer a jury.
Is this Lazer as good as he says he is?
Maybe better.
You ever hear of the Martin Collins case?
Yeah. I think so.
That kid was sitting on death row.
Lazer got him a new trial and then an acquittal.
I thought you said he was out at the college.
Had some sort of accident about ten years ago.
I guess it put him out of action.
Now, gentlemen,
I have here in my hand your midterm examinations.
I see you suddenly grow apprehensive.
No reason, gentlemen, but if I hadn't administered
the examination myself, I would be forced to conclude that this
test had been taken by a group of freshman art students.
Quiet!
Good.
And I think we should dedicate that moment of silence
to the innocent men who will be coming to you for help.
You think you could get me off if I killed him?
I could get you elected governor.
You had a phone call about 15 minutes ago.
Somebody who saw you on the TV show.
His number's on your desk, but he wouldn't leave a name.
Hello.
This is Professor Lazer.
Professor, did you mean what you said last night about being
able to get a different verdict in some cases?
Who is this?
Did you mean it?
Of course.
Now, who am I talking to?
Look, could I meet you someplace?
I'll be in my office until 5.
Then that won't do.
Then I'm sorry.
Look, I-
I'd like you to get on the 8:00 train for Harrisburg.
Get off at Lancaster.
I'll meet you in the waiting room.
You expect me to go through that kind of hocus-pocus for someone
who won't give me his name?
Professor, if you'd think for a minute why I can't-
The 8:00 train.
I'll see you tonight.
Lancaster, next stop.
Lancaster.
Don't get up.
We'll ride on for a few stops.
I'm sorry, I didn't know about those.
You didn't know about her, either, did you?
I'm Professor Lazer's secretary.
Nancy Gilman.
She stays.
All right.
Now, why did you telephone me?
What do you want from me?
I want your help,
or I want you to tell me there's no legal help I can get.
You'd better know something right now.
I haven't got any one-armed man to pull out of a hat.
The other people Professor Lazer talked about on the show
are either dead or in places where it's difficult
to reach a telephone.
Stop fidgeting.
She's been with me for 15 years.
All right, what happens next?
First, you'll need grounds for a new appeal.
And then, well, you'll have to go through it all again.
Judge, the jury, the whole thing.
How sure are you that you can get me an acquittal?
I have to examine the transcript.
Last night, I mean, he quoted that...
I'm familiar with your case.
I haven't memorized it.
I see.
You want help or not?
It's my neck.
I just can't toss a coin.
I'm better than that.
I've never lost a capital case.
Isn't there something you should ask me?
What's that?
Whether I'm guilty.
What's the difference?
I'm not a judge. I'm a lawyer.
Could we take just the first step?
See if there's a chance for a new trial.
And leave the rest of it open?
All right.
Well, it looks like we've come a ways.
I've been waiting to talk to you.
Good morning. I'm late.
Dr. Kimble.
Mind using "hey, you" or "fella" from now on?
I'm sorry, but I want to talk to you.
We're going the same way.
Before you go in there.
I'm late. I have an appointment with him.
How long are you going to stay here and go on with this?
I don't know.
If anyone finds out about you, he'll be subject to criminal
prosecution and disbarment.
As long as you're here, he's in danger,
and I don't like that, Doctor Kimble.
Sorry, "fella."
Then talk to him about it.
He took the case. He knows the dangers.
Excuse me.
He took this case because he thinks
he's been turned out to pasture and he hates it.
You represent his chance to get back in the arena.
And the way he's working at it might just kill him.
I don't want anyone to suffer, but I have to stay.
Doctor, don't you see the chance you're taking here?
Look, Miss Gilman, I'm fighting for my life.
I'm fighting for his, and I'm not going to lose.
Maybe I misunderstand your duties as his secretary.
Good.
We're running late and I've got a couple of things to tell you.
I've pinpointed enough technical error to convince
any appellate court in the country.
There's the nucleus of a brief that will put you right back
in the dock whenever we want you there.
What's the matter?
That's what you wanted, isn't it?
At least, part of it.
Maybe it's all I'm entitled to.
Maybe I should settle for this and go.
I know, I know.
You don't want to stand trial again and I don't blame you.
Doctor Kimble,
you were convicted on circumstantial evidence
and I'm- Nancy! -I'm going to show you what happens
to circumstantial evidence when an expert grabs hold of it.
How do you go about that?
Come along.
A classroom exercise.
I assure you it's perfectly safe.
And you won't find it dull.
Nancy will show you a maintenance closet
opposite the classroom.
You can watch from there.
All right, gentlemen,
let's see what you've been able to put together.
Hear ye, hear ye.
The Superior Court of Stafford County, State of Indiana,
is now in session, the Honorable
Charles G. Tyler presiding.
This court will hear Case Number 33972,
the case of Indiana versus Richard Kimble.
Mr. Gould, you are representing the prosecution.
Are you prepared to state your evidence?
I am.
Proceed.
Thank you, Mr. Clark.
You can step down now.
The State would like to call as its next witness.
Miss Althea Redford.
Counselor, I think we'll have to a hold
Miss Redford over until tomorrow.
That is, if she doesn't mind.
She never has.
If there are no objections, I'll recess this court
until 10:00 tomorrow morning.
Mr. Gould, I'd like to remind you that you are supposedly
conducting the prosecution in a murder trial,
not hosting the Rose Festival.
Your job is the introduction of evidence,
not the entertainment of your audience. You understand?
Yes, sir.
That's all.
I'll see you in my office at 1:00, Mitchell.
You know what I think sometimes?
That when they tried Capone, they had the wrong guy.
Nancy, it looks as though this gentlemen
has something to tell me.
You had no right to start something like this.
Doctor, like it or not, you are,
if you will permit the archaic phrase,
a public enemy.
The transcript of your trial is a public record and you are,
consequently, public property.
So the only thing
I have to answer to is my own conscience.
I'll be counseling the defense in there,
and I guarantee the quality of the prosecution.
A dry run under laboratory conditions.
What's this going to prove?
It's like playing with loaded dice.
They're kids.
College graduates, doctor.
Some of the brightest minds in this country.
Young Gould, for example,
has one of the best heads for the law
that I've ever encountered.
You just tore him apart in there.
He's bright.
He's also arrogant, disrespectful, and supercilious.
Don't confuse his abilities with his attitude.
You've got 40 years experience on them.
That doesn't weigh as much
as the fact they hate me, doctor.
If I can get an acquittal from that jury,
I'd defend you before the Spanish Inquisition.
And all I ask is that you stay around
and see what happens, doctor.
It was a funny feeling standing in there just now.
Through a glass, darkly.
I guess that's it.
Ten o'clock tomorrow?
Ten o'clock.
Yeah, yeah, I did cover it.
The whole four weeks.
I don't know.
There may be a story there, maybe not.
Okay, I appreciate the tip anyway.
Thanks, sarge.
I'll see that.
What have you got?
Pair of ladies.
Aces over.
You kept a kicker?
Always.
Oh, what was the tip?
Oh, Pulaski got a call from the Indiana police.
Seems our friend Stanley Lazer sent away for a copy
of the transcript of the Richard Kimble case.
Yeah? Why?
That's what Indiana wants to know.
They've heard of Lazer.
Turns out he only wants it for a mock trial or something.
You know, classroom stuff.
Think it's worth a feature?
I don't know. There could be a story there.
Yeah, especially if they electrocute the kid
who's playing Kimble.
Are you kidding?
They'll have to let him escape.
Listen, it would be just like that old man to have Kimble
stashed in his hip pocket.
Come on. It's your play.
All right, all right.
Doctor Gary, could this act have been performed
by a man with one arm?
Objection.
There has been no testimony
admitted with respect to any one-armed man.
Overruled.
Professor Lazer,
if we're to abide by procedure we're going to have-
Welcome, gentlemen.
Come in.
Make yourselves comfortable.
Answer the question as phrased, Dr. Gary.
Yes, I suppose it would have been possible, but it would have
been much more difficult, especially if she resisted.
Doctor- Isn't it true doctor,
that when a man loses a limb he develops unusual
and compensatory strength in the remaining limb?
Suddenly we have new counsel.
Yes, I suppose so.
And a woman who had been drinking-
And we shall introduce evidence to prove she had been drinking.
-such a woman would have her ability
to resist considerably lessened.
Isn't that right, doctor?
That might depend on the amount she'd consumed.
At least six martinis in an hour and a half.
Objection.
On what grounds, Mr. Gould?
May I approach the bench?
What's the matter?
I'm not sure.
But as far as I can remember,
it never came out at the trial how much the lady drank.
Or what.
Mr. Mitchell, Mr. Lazer.
Would you also approach the bench?
You're dismissed, young man.
In a moment, Professor Lazer.
Mr. Gould claims that there's nothing in the transcript
or in the available information to substantiate your allegations
with respect to Mrs. Kimble's drinking.
I think six martinis is a reasonable assumption.
Your Honor, reasonable or not,
we're obliged to stick to the facts
as brought out at the original trial.
The only evidence we have was the defendant's statement
that his wife had been drinking some.
That's all he said.
I'll sustain your objection, Mr. Gould.
I'd like to move for an adjournment
until tomorrow.
But we still have time.
Adjourn the court, young man.
Adjourned until tomorrow morning.
Professor Lazer- Not now.
Oh, Mr. Gould, I'm Art McNeil with the Herald.
I wonder if I could ask you a few questions?
Go ahead.
I was going to ask Professor Lazer,
but maybe you can help me.
Why did he pick the Kimble trial for this?
Why not?
Who is it?
Lee Gould.
I- I'd like to talk to you.
Come in.
I-I saw you at the class this morning.
How'd you know where I lived?
Followed you.
I was a sophomore when they tried Richard Kimble.
I-I know I'm prosecuting him now,
and I've got a good case.
Somehow I always felt he should have gotten off.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I didn't think he was guilty.
Well, why tell me about it?
Well, I- I've done a lot of research on the case.
You know, newspaper files, stories, pictures, everything.
You know they even sent a reporter
back to Indiana from here.
Art McNeil.
He was there this morning.
Writing a story, I guess.
I don't know.
I don't think he could learn anything
if things go on the way they have been going.
I thought you'd be interested.
Mr. Gould.
Thanks for dropping by.
Find anything?
In a way.
At least I was right about nobody even mentioning martinis.
What about you?
I thought you'd never ask.
All right, I asked.
Three and a half weeks ago Kimble was spotted in Lexington.
That's, uh, 364 miles from this desk.
How about that?
Yeah. How about that?
...and I was only waiting for the right time.
Yes, that's right,
but I want them to stay out of the way.
I don't want any confusion.
Yes, Ted, it will be an interesting experiment.
Tomorrow, yes. Thank you.
I'm leaving.
I came to say thank you.
You said that on the telephone.
If you meant it, you wouldn't be here.
You said you had an idea on the phone
and then you hung up.
And you want to know about my idea.
Well, I would like to know what kind of an obstacle course
I have to run to get out of here.
One of the cardinal rules of victory, young man,
is never to turn your back on the enemy.
Hold on now.
Hear me out.
Tomorrow can be decisive in that classroom.
you and me.
Nancy's gone to find you a different hotel room.
Secondly, if Gould were any threat
he wouldn't have come to see you.
Thirdly, no one need see you tomorrow.
You can watch from right in here.
What do you mean I can watch?
Ted Masters, the head of the Television Department
has been after me all year to let his kids have a crack
at televising one of our mock trials.
I gave him permission to do so tomorrow.
It really isn't you they're after anyhow.
They want to haul me through the mud.
Don't miss it, doctor.
You have a new hotel room.
Here's the address.
Dr. Kimble, you claimed as part of your alibi
that at the time of the murder,
you were at the river where you saw a boy fishing.
Is that right?
That's right.
Yet you just heard that boy
testify he didn't see anyone at the river.
Would you now like to change your testimony?
No.
You have, however,
been to that portion of the river bank before?
I suppose so, yes.
Then isn't it possible that on some previous night you might
have seen the same boy and remembered him?
No. I only saw him that night.
Oh, come on, doctor.
Are you sure you haven't seen that boy before?
You'd been there before, he'd been there before,
isn't is possible you might have seen him?
Objection.
The boy never testified that he'd been there before.
He's there three or four times a week.
Your Honor, counsel is out of order.
Look, I can call that boy back on the stand and make him
testify he's been there three or four times a week.
You already dismissed that witness,
and now you're trying to put words in his mouth.
In the interest of justice,
I think I'll allow Mr. Gould to continue.
His actions are outside the scope of proper
cross-examination.
I demand that both questions and answers be stricken.
Mr. Lazer, the Court, if it wishes,
can call the boy back for questioning.
Therefore, I'll overrule your objection.
You may continue, Mr. Gould.
Mr. Tyler,
I'm telling you that this line of questioning is out of order,
and I'm instructing you to sustain my objection.
Mr. Tyler!
Objection sustained.
I'd like to tell this court-
Yes, Mr. Gould?
Forget it.
I think we'll adjourn until 2:00 this afternoon.
Just a minute, Mr. Gould.
I think it's time you learned a few things
about how to conduct yourself.
As a man and as a lawyer.
Right now you are not much of either.
You're surface bright, Mr. Gould,
like those children's toys they make now,
but they break easily. They snap between your fingers.
The least amount of pressure
and they're in pieces on the floor.
They're just toys, Mr. Gould, not the real thing. Know why?
Because they haven't got the strength.
They're just like you, Mr. Gould.
They don't have the insides.
You know what I'm saying, Mr. Gould?
They're cheap.
They're infantile and they're gutless.
Hey, kid.
The name is Gould.
All right, all right.
What's everybody getting so excited about?
It's only a game, isn't it?
A game? Ask him if it's a game.
You want some company?
I may not be back for quite a while.
It's okay with me.
Get in.
No, I haven't seen him,
but it figures he's around somewhere.
You mean it's only a hunch?
Well, sure, it's a hunch.
But you know old Lazer's always trying to give
some sleeping dog a kick in the head.
And then there's that business about the drinking, right?
It figures he must have got that from Kimble himself.
Nah, he could have made that up.
Come on, Pulaski just add it up, will ya?
And then toss in that Lexington tip.
Well, now, I'm finally coming across.
I'm doing you a favor you cretin.
Look, they'll be here all afternoon. Okay? Okay.
He's a nice cop, but he must take thick pills.
He's going along?
At the risk of my neck if he comes up empty.
It wasn't as if my father were a lawyer or anything.
Matter of fact, he was a salesman.
You want to hear the topper?
You ready?
He was a toy salesman.
Funny, huh?
No.
Why the law?
I don't know. There was never any question of anything else.
Some kids grow up with Robin Hood and Monte Cristo.
With me it was always Erie Stanley Gardner
or Famous Jury Trials.
So when it came time to choosing a law school,
there wasn't any question.
Wherever G. Stanley Lazer was going to teach
then that's where I was going to be.
You know that he even worked with Darrow once?
Well, there are some people that say that Darrow
wasn't such a saint either.
Yeah, but I wasn't looking for a saint.
I wasn't looking for a father either,
if that's going to be your next bet.
I'm not going to bore you with a lot of junk
about the young man trying to find himself or anything.
I needed something to hold on to.
An image, if you want to call it that.
That was Lazer.
You know what I mean?
I mean, that was me.
It's- It's- It's as though...
you were looking in a mirror all your life,
and what you saw you like,
and then one morning you wake up and you realize
you've been looking into a- A funny mirror.
You know, the kind they use in the amusement parks,
And- And when you really see yourself as you are,
as you really are,
it makes you sick.
Well, I guess you believe what he said this afternoon
was the truth.
Well, I know he must have been right,
because when pressure was on, you walked out.
What do you care?
I need you in that courtroom, Mr. Gould.
You know what he's trying to do.
He's trying to prove to me
that he can get me off in a new trial.
Yeah, I figured that.
Look, he's an old man. He's bitter.
Yeah, he's bitter, but maybe he has a reason.
The fact is he picked you,
because he thought you'd give him a fight.
When he took the boxing gloves off in that courtroom
this afternoon you turned around and you ran.
He was hitting below the belt. You knew that.
Well, then hit back.
What do you think a murder trial is?
You know, what you're asking me to do isn't easy.
I mean, going back in there after this-
Nothing's easy.
If you want idle advice, well, just don't look in a mirror,
any kind of a mirror, ever again in your life,
because you're not going to like what you see
if you don't go back.
Want a ride back?
That's why I paid for the beer.
Is he in there?
He's sorry for it. I know it.
Is he?
He's put all his hopes in this case and it's going badly.
Am I supposed to go in there and hold his hand?
"Dear Mr. Chips, we're sorry you're old and mean,
but we love you anyway."
Is that the way it goes?
He's back.
A masochist.
That boy actually worshipped you.
God knows why, but you were the man he wanted to be.
In fact, he was so hung on the legend of the great
G. Stanley Lazer that he believed
everything you said in there this afternoon was true.
He was angry, but he believed what you said.
Where was I wrong?
I'll tell you where you were right.
You said he was good. He's good.
In fact, he's so good that he's making
the great Stanley Lazer look bad.
The trial's not over yet.
He's winning.
I don't know that he's winning.
Yes, you do.
If it weren't for that wounded vanity of yours
you'd be proud of it.
"Proud."
Of Gould?
Who taught him?
What do you mean?
I mean good lawyers don't just happen, do they?
Just think what you could have done for him if you'd tried.
I am not a teacher.
I did not choose this life,
I was damned to it just as you were to yours.
I've heard about your accident.
I know how it affected your health.
It cost me my health and it cost me my wife.
And let me tell you, doctor, I was not driving that car.
My wife was driving and she lost control and she was killed
because she was not sober.
How do you think I know about
a neglected wife's capacity for martinis?
Perhaps I didn't indulge her,
but I loved her too much to lose her that way.
And I loved my profession too much to be cut off, like this,
to rot in a classroom playing nursemaid and teacher
to a bunch of kids.
It's not those kids' fault that you are 70 years old.
They didn't drive the car.
They didn't put you in that wheelchair.
But you won't put the blame where it belongs, will you,
so they're guilty.
No trial, nothing.
Guilty!
And what are they guilty of, professor?
Of being young?
Are they guilty of wanting to be what you were?
Were they guilty of trespassing
on some private little kingdom of yours?
Just what are they guilty of?
You would have made a good lawyer yourself, doctor.
You didn't even hear...
I heard.
Are you all through?
I'm sorry.
The trial will be starting in a few minutes.
You'd better get back.
We believe the state has proved its case
beyond any reasonable doubt.
Richard Kimble did willfully and deliberately take the life
his wife.
Therefore, he must pay the penalty
as demanded by the law.
It matters not that he is a member
of an honorable profession,
a doctor, whose very oath binds him irrevocably
to the preservation of human life.
Yet he brutally and wantonly destroyed a human life.
Because I believe so strongly
in the principle of equal justice under the law,
I have no doubt that after due deliberation
you will bring back the only possible verdict.
Guilty of murder in the first degree.
I'm gonna call Pulaski again.
Maybe I can light a fire.
Gentlemen, I am forced to say that the State has presented
and very strong case,
and it has presented that case in a thoroughly skillful manner.
True, each element in the State's case
is based wholly and completely on circumstantial evidence.
Here we go.
But it is also true
that we have been unable affirmatively to refute
such evidence except through the testimony
of the defendant himself.
And this has not been enough.
I suppose I should take this opportunity to attack
the State's case in some slashing display
of rhetoric to cloud
the real issues with some sort of legalistic double talk.
However, the District Attorney has left little room for this.
And I have too much respect for the intelligence of you
gentlemen to expect success from such tactics.
But I should like you to consider, if you will,
the defendant himself.
What manner of human being are we judging here today?
A member of one of the great professions,
he now stands before this court
even as the most humble supplicant.
What he asks from you compassion.
He's a man whose very vocation demanded a dedication
far beyond that required of the ordinary man.
Perhaps he gave too much,
shutting out that which should have been
most important to him:
family, friends, and even humanity.
And then, suddenly,
he was thrust out of the only life he knew.
Unable, then, to do the very work,
which, for him, made any life meaningful.
He was exiled to a world he hated.
Hated only because it was strange to him,
and because-
Because memories of mountain tops
blinded him to the beauties of the valley.
He had such an abundance of hate that he built a wall of it,
a wall so high that no man
could extend a hand over it in friendship.
He's not talking about Kimble.
He never was.
He has no one now. His wife, a lonely woman,
taken from this Earth
in a pointless and insane moment of violence.
And though the woman was dead, the man still selfishly
scratched at his own wounds,
until he was marked by scars
that cut deep into his very soul.
This, then, is the man you are asked to judge.
I commend him to your mercy.
Gentlemen of the jury,
it is now my duty to instruct you
in the law applicable to this case.
Boy, you took your time.
Where is he?
Well, he's not in the courtroom, but I've got an idea. Come on.
Yeah.
You should remember that the District Attorney
must have done more than establish
the defendant's guilt by a preponderance of evidence.
Uh, he must have done so beyond a reasonable doubt.
On the other hand,
the mere fact that the District Attorney's
case is based primarily on circumstantial evidence
should not cause you to minimize such evidence or to give it less
weight than you would direct or eye witness testimony.
Sorry, you can't leave the courtroom.
You may, in your discretion,
and if you find against the defendant,
include in your verdict a recommendation
with respect to the sentence.
Hey, buddy, would you do me a favor?
My girl's in the back over there in front of the cop
and her sorority will really get a kick out of it
if they could see her on television.
You understand...
Kid says they've got about a dozen sets
all over the campus, but there's three of them
right here in this building. Let's go.
The bailiff will now escort you gentlemen
to the place where you will commence your deliberations.
Thanks, buddy.
You have any questions with respect to the facts presented
in evidence or to the applicable law,
please notify him,
and the available information will be sent in to you.
The set in Lazer's office was still warm.
The secretary claims she was using it.
Take the door.
Yeah, it figures.
Get Johnson and Karp and let's get out of here.
If he was around here, which I doubt,
he's had plenty of time to get away.
I'm not going to take a dozen men off their job just because
you've got some hunch.
And the next time you get one of your great ideas,
call somebody else, huh?
I understand he started out as a crosswalk guard.
I'll bet he was good at it.
Come on, let's go.
Gentlemen, have you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
It didn't take long.
Will the defendant rise and face the jury.
What is that verdict?
We find the defendant not guilty.
You're sure you don't want to go through with it?
Do you?
You know as well as I do that verdict yesterday was mine,
not yours.
They were letting me off.
You won the case for me.
I couldn't win in a real courtroom for you.
Young Gould proved that.
Why not?
Intangible, doctor.
There's some kind of chemistry that works against you.
You.
A doctor. Accused as you are.
You're going to have to find your one-armed man.
Then you do believe I'm innocent?
Of course.
Now, get going.
I've got a few young minds that need twisting.
Thanks, professor.
Thank you.
Another town, another name.
The search continues.
And Richard Kimble now knows beyond any doubt
that it must continue.
There is no resting place for a fugitive.
"For me"?
self-sacrificing little thing-
Mm. Hear, hear.
You know what I've been through...
NARRATOR:
A QM Production.
Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.
falsely convicted for the murder of his wife,
en route to the death house.
he saw leave the scene of the crime.
Freed him to run before the relentless pursuit
of the police lieutenant obsessed with his capture.
Suzanne Pleshette,
Carmen Mathews.
ANNOUNCER:
Another shabby street.
for a man with one arm.
His only real hope of escaping a life of fear.
Uh, a bowl of soup, any kind.
No front page.
Richard Kimble turns directly to the classified section.
And, tonight, something else.
"Have information regarding September 17th.
The 17th was the night Kimble's wife was murdered.
Relax. It's probably Bob.
Hello?
Who is this?
Can you talk?
Well, yes, yes, of course I can speak.
It was the wildest possible chance. I-
I-I've been running that ad for a week.
Mm, did I say a week?
just sitting here, waiting, trying to pray.
Is it that important?
Daddy put on just before he died? Well-
Richard?
You- You'd have to identify him yourself.
Well, last we heard, he was in Missouri,
two days ago.
Tomorrow, if I can get a bus tonight.
Tomorrow.
Ellie, uh...
Thanks, uh...
A brandy wouldn't hurt either of us.
Well, I wasn't talking to you.
I'm on your wavelength.
You didn't tell me that you were planning to meet him.
Then he'd need help. He'd need a friend.
Tell me, do I detect an ugly, skeptical note in your voice?
Just as you were all through the trial.
Now, you're making noises like a mother.
You've got a date with Bob tomorrow night.
Hello? Uh...reservations.
Uh, I'd like a round-trip ticket to Kansas City, Missouri.
Uh...Eleanor Burnett.
Ellie, I don't want you to go.
I'll pick them up at the airport. Thank you.
How long has this been running?
Where?
She's in love with him.
Do you know that?
That's when it happened, I guess.
Ellie's talking about Kimble before we get to the soup.
Well, not talking so much:
Phil, if you'd rather let someone else
follow through on this...
I mean, in view of your friendship with the Burnetts.
I'm sure you don't want to hurt the girl.
I just wanna close out some unfinished business.
He was alive three days ago.
A fire. Burned to death in a fire.
Then there's- There's nothing.
Well, we're still not sure.
He identified him as the man who died in his barn.
Well, he could have made a mistake or had a reason.
I'll start checking, backtracking,
Well, yes.
where I can hardly give guarantees.
No maybes, no might-bes. Proof.
Two years.
You try counting it in hours and minutes sometime.
When I, uh, read your ad last night...
Richard...
You know what that means, Ellie, uh, don't you?
To walk down a street anywhere in any city.
And if somebody asks me, I can say my name is:
You've been riding on a bus all night.
I took a room for you.
Well, I have a room, at the Edmund Hotel.
Well, how about some lunch?
I know what we need, champagne.
No reunion is complete without champagne.
Ellie.
Where is he?
You have to understand, Richard, we're not certain.
Mr. Keller didn't get there till afterwards.
After what?
Well, it may be some other one-armed man,
not the one you're looking for.
What are you trying to say?
W-what is it? Where is he?
He died in a fire.
Ellie's meeting him someplace, isn't she?
Phil, she wants to help him prove he's innocent.
Is that such a crime?
The law says it is.
Aiding and abetting an interstate fugitive.
She could pick up a prison sentence.
I wanna help you both.
Where is she, Ada?
I can't tell you.
We've been friends for a long time.
Don't make me be a cop.
Phil, I can't. I can't betray her.
I can't betray Richard.
You don't "betray" a convicted murderer.
I hoped you'd want to help your daughter.
Well, never mind.
I'll find her.
Star of Belgium, isn't it?
I remember John was pruning this that Sunday afternoon
when he told us that he believed in Kimble
and was going to defend him.
I told him he'd regret it some day.
He never did.
He never saw what it was doing to his family.
I'm sorry, Ada.
Lieutenant Gerard to headquarters.
Come in, lieutenant.
I want to put out a tracer on Eleanor Burnett.
B-U-R-N-E double-T.
Probably left town within the last couple of days.
Know where she might've been heading, lieutenant?
If I knew that, I wouldn't need the tracer.
Not at all, sir.
Sorry we couldn't have been more help to you. Right.
Oh, lieutenant, I got lucky on that tracer,
that Eleanor Burnett. Yeah.
She left last night, Mid-West Airlines,
Flight 12, 11:05 p.m.
Arrived Kansas City, 1:15 a.m.
Kansas City, well, uh,
get me a seat on the next available flight
and teletype Kansas City, attention Captain Walker.
Give him my flight number and just say, uh,
"Request your cooperation, Richard Kimble.
Believe him to be in your area."
Yes, sir.
What keeps your motor running full speed like that?
Well, this.
I am telling myself, if he's dead, I'm dead.
If he's dead, I'm dead.
We're not sure he's dead.
I've got to be sure, Ellie. I'm going out to the farm.
Springvale? That's 30 miles away.
There's a bus.
Why? You've got Keller's report.
The farmer identified the sketch.
All the artist had was words.
He never saw the one-armed man.
Ellie, I've lived with that face in front of me for two years.
I kept telling myself, "Well, that's all right
"because someday I'll find him.
"One day I'll make him confess.
Then I'll be free."
Oh, Richard, you're punishing yourself.
Maybe I am, but I've gotta make sure.
I've gotta talk to that farmer.
Ellie, there might be one little thing,
one little word, one-
I don't know, a little something that was overlooked
that'll tell me that it wasn't my man.
And if it wasn't?
I'll keep looking.
For how long?
As long as it takes.
I rented a car.
It's in the garage.
What would I do without you?
You've got a bigger problem.
What are you gonna do with me?
Must've come in here and got himself drunk.
Sheriff found an empty bottle.
Could've knocked over that kerosene lamp
and not even known.
But you talked to him earlier.
Mm-hm, right after supper.
He walked in, out of the night, and asked for work.
You didn't have any work.
I always got work.
I didn't like the look of him.
I didn't want him hanging around my wife and kid.
This belly of mine, I got worries enough.
Anyway, last I saw of him, he was heading back to the road.
How long would you say you talked to him?
A couple of minutes, maybe.
And it was dark?
Pretty dark, out by the barn.
You can still be sure that this was the man?
That's right.
I mean, it was dark.
You only talked to him for a couple of minutes.
Look, you told me this guy's a buddy of yours, okay.
You told me you wanted to ask me some questions, okay.
Now you're trying to call me a liar or something-
No. No, I'm not saying you're lying.
I'm saying the memory plays tricks and...
How about your wife? Did she talk to him?
No, I'm the only one who talked to him.
Did she see him? No. Never did.
I'll tell you what,
Charlie Watts, he took charge of the body,
what was left of it.
He's the mortician in Springvale.
You might try him.
Billy, if you're goin' to the doctor,
you better be goin'...
Just leavin', Gracie.
This belly of mine, ahem.
People say that farming's healthy.
Some joke.
I got one worry on top of another.
It's enough to kill a man.
How far is it to Springvale?
About six miles.
You can follow me.
Looks like you're outta luck, son.
Coroner closed the case.
I cremated him this mornin'.
I wouldn't take it too hard, though.
There wasn't no way you could have identified him.
His arms... which one was missing?
Well, if I recollect rightly, it was, uh, his right one.
Yeah, just above the elbow.
Well, could you, uh, make a guess at his, uh...
height, weight.
Well, maybe...
If I had to, I'd say he was 5'10",
Heavy, kind of broad in the beam,
but those are just guesses, you understand.
Yeah, they're good enough.
Well, it's plain to see that this feller meant a lot to you.
I'm sorry, but you'll get over it.
You just take my word for it.
You got a whole wonderful life ahead of you, son.
Well, that's incredible. How did you get it?
Well, even a blind chicken picks up an acorn once in a while.
Newlin wasn't home when I went back to the farm.
That gave me a chance to talk to his wife.
Now, she was worried right from the start.
And the more questions I asked, the more worried she got.
So I took a long shot.
I suggested that she was very lucky,
that this one-armed man was a murderer.
That he'd killed a woman two years ago.
Well, of course, I was just throwing her a fish,
but she jumped clear out of the water for it.
Told me that's exactly what he'd said to her.
And that's when I pulled the rug out.
How?
You see, when I first went to the farm,
she said she hadn't even seen the one-armed man.
Now all I had to do was hammer at her.
I told her I knew she lied and that brought it on fast.
What'd she say?
Four years ago, she had married Newlin.
She came here from Nebraska with her baby.
A widow, she said.
"Confidential interview. Mrs. Newlin was not a widow
"when she married present husband.
"Man who died in fire was father of her son,
"named Barney Willis.
"She had helped send him to prison.
"He was trying to blackmail her.
She swears she had nothing to do with his death."
Willis, two years ago,
was in the Nebraska State Prison.
He couldn't possibly have been
the man who murdered Mrs. Kimble.
Well, then Dr. Kimble's one-armed man
is still very much alive.
Yes, ma'am.
I'm afraid he'll just have to keep looking.
Police Department.
Yes, ma'am.
Just give me the address,
we'll have somebody out there right away.
Sergeant Keith, this is Lieutenant Gerard.
Oh, lieutenant.
Thank you. And thanks for sending the car at the airport.
Captain Walker said to tell you the department's yours.
Just, uh, say what you want.
I want Kimble.
And we'll try to get him for you.
You can start with the girl.
Find her for me and I'll buy you the best dinner in town.
What's her name? Eleanor Burnett.
They're sure.
They're all sure.
Newlin, the undertaker...
they're all sure it was him.
Richard, listen, uh-
As sure as I wish I could be.
What's that? Another report?
I was trying to tell you.
The- The man in the fire...
I know. He's mine.
They're right, aren't they?
Keller found the proof, you didn't wanna tell me.
He's dead.
Would that be so bad?
If he were dead?
No more wasting your life.
No more chasing ghosts.
No more chance to prove the truth.
It's not the end of the world.
There are other worlds, other places,
other countries.
We could go to Brazil. Y-you'd be safe there.
They can't extradite you from Brazil.
He's dead, Ellie.
We could charter a plane.
We could fly out tonight.
Richard, it could be wonderful.
He's dead.
Richard.
Give me the Missouri Manor, please.
Yeah, I'd like to, uh-
I'd like to speak to Miss Ellie Burnett.
Thank you.
Ellie, uh, it's me.
Look, I'm sorry about last night.
You have the wrong room. My name is Burnett.
Whoever it was, you bit his head off.
That's not like you, Ellie.
Oh? What am I like, lieutenant?
I always thought you were like your father.
Meaning the best.
Well, you've made your pretty speeches, Phil.
What comes next, the grilling?
I suppose that's the routine.
No grilling. No routine.
You tell me you don't know where Kimble is.
Fine. I'm taking your word.
With, uh, some small confirmation, of course.
We had the hotel staked out last night.
I felt sure that if our friend were in town,
that he'd have dropped by to see you.
You're very sharp, lieutenant.
Thank you.
Even though you did make the trip for nothing.
Why did you make it?
I told you, I had a lead on the one-armed man.
You didn't find him.
Not this time.
You never will.
He doesn't exist outside of Kimble's mind.
Because you don't want him to exist?
And you do because you can't face the truth,
that you're in love with a murderer.
By your definition.
By the jury's.
But he won't hurt you, Ellie.
I won't let him.
I'm gonna find him and put him where he can't hurt anyone.
Well, I think you've said everything, Phil.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get dressed.
I tried to help you.
I'm sorry.
I won't bother you again.
Hello, would you get me the Edmund Hotel, please.
Thank you.
Yes?
Richard, I'm sorry I couldn't talk before
but Phil Gerard was here.
Gerard.
He doesn't know you're in town.
I'm sure he doesn't.
He'll find out.
Well, it won't matter because we'll be gone by then.
Richard, do you remember what we talked about?
Well, I found a plane we can charter.
And there's a private airport just outside of town.
Richard? Are you-? Are you there?
Do you know what that means?
Yeah, I know what it means, Ellie.
The way you sound, am I that hard to take?
What was in that last report?
What made Keller so sure?
What proof did he find?
Ellie, I've gotta know.
Well, that- That man...
the one who died in the fire,
he got threatening and he let it slip.
What?
He said he'd killed a woman two years ago.
He told Mrs. Newlin.
Richard, I am sorry.
I- I only wish...
But I think you've got to accept it now.
There's nothing to hold you anymore.
We could fly out tonight.
Richard, where can I meet you?
There's a...
There's an inn in Springvale.
Springvale? Is that safe?
I've got to see Mrs. Newlin.
Richard, you saw her once.
What good will it do? Please don't go there.
Please!
Ellie, I'll pick you up
at the Springvale Inn around 8:00.
That was her. Miss Burnett, room 304.
She just hung up.
What number did she call?
Grand 1-4471.
The Edmund Hotel.
That's across town, about three miles.
Like the lady says, you're a sharp one, lieutenant.
Thank you. You're welcome.
I just work here.
Is this man registered?
Hard to say. We got lots of guests right now.
No, we're just asking about this one.
So, uh, unless you'd rather we put a lock on the joint...
What for?
Resorting.
You take another look, friend.
Could be Mr. May, 501.
Is he up there now?
Yeah.
The pass key.
Thanks.
It's that sort of place.
Oh, you shoot an arrow into the air this part of town,
it's pretty hard to miss.
I'm checking out.
Cops, they're upstairs.
Use the back door.
Union Station.
Mm-hm.
Right.
Check.
Okay, I'll talk to you later.
Well, he took the cab to the station, didn't go in.
Then he, uh, took another cab to City Hall, and that's-
That's as far as we've been able to trace him.
You tipped him off.
Why should I? I told ya, I'm stuck for his bill.
Please, my husband is sick enough.
If he should ever hear us...
Your husband said that you'd never seen that one-armed man.
All right, so I told a lie.
Well, I had to,
my husband was standin' right there.
But you told the truth to the investigator.
Oh, now, don't you start making trouble over that.
All I gotta do is call Mr. Newlin,
and sick or no sick, lie or no lie,
he'll take after you with a shotgun.
All I want is the truth.
Did you see the one-armed man?
Well, of course I seen him.
What happened?
What did he say? What did he do?
Did he threaten you?
I told the investigator.
Well, tell me.
Did he say he'd ever killed a woman?
Is that all you wanna know?
Did he ever kill a woman?
Yes.
How long ago? A year? Two years? Three years?
Two years. Uh...
That's what he said, he killed some woman two years ago.
Grace?
Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.
That's what he said.
You really come out here all that way just to ask me that?
Grace!
Hello, hello, this is Eleanor Burnett in 304.
Would you get my bill ready? I'm checking out.
Thank you.
Mother! What-?
You greet all your friends like a sumo wrestler?
Well, that lady's no friend.
That lady's my mother.
Oh, uh, this is for the 10:00 train for San Francisco.
Thank you. San Francisco?
Oh, that's for Phil Gerard.
Phil? He followed me here.
I think he's still snooping around.
Well, I talked with Mr. Keller's office.
They said it was the wrong man.
That's why I flew out.
I...
There's nothing you can do for Richard now.
You wanna quote me odds?
Look, you, uh-
You better take a deep breath and fasten your seat belt
because I'm gonna tell you something you're not gonna like.
I'm going away with Richard.
That's a very bad joke.
It's no joke.
I'm meeting him in Springvale at 8:00,
the Springvale Inn.
From there we go to Tucker Field.
It's a private airport where I chartered a big white bird
to whisk us away to Mexico City and from there to Brazil.
Phil can't touch him in Brazil.
So Richard's giving up?
And the one-armed man?
He thinks he's dead.
Died in that fire three nights ago.
Well, that's the wrong man.
You know that's the wrong man.
Oh, Ellie, don't.
As long as Richard knows that the one-armed man is alive,
as long as there's a hope of finding him-
Oh, you'd have to figure his chances with a computer.
In the meantime, both our lives are wasted.
Running, dying a little bit every day.
Yes, both of us dying.
Don't argue with me, love, I've thought it all out.
I always knew that you were stubborn and reckless.
I never knew I'd raised a liar and a cheat.
I'm sorry.
I'm late.
Ellie, don't do it.
I'll call you.
I won't let you, Ellie.
Collect.
I won't let you!
Hello, operator.
Get me police headquarters, please.
Not a trace of 'em.
Now, come on, Ada.
Every minute you hold me up, you push her closer to the edge.
Come on, now, tell me.
Where did they go?
I don't know. But you called me.
You had information.
I was wrong.
Ada, you know me.
I'm no rookie cop,
and I know you.
You acted on a decent impulse and called me.
But then you started to worry.
That's not true.
Because you've never been able to say no to her.
Never. Not since she broke her first expensive toy.
Whatever darling wanted, darling got.
Phil, please-
But loving isn't just giving in all the time.
If a child picks up a jar of poison...
And this could hurt her more.
Phil...
Could you keep her name out of it?
That's a promise.
They chartered a plane.
They're flying out tonight.
Tucker Field.
Don't beat yourself, Ada.
You've done the best thing you could for her.
For her?
Springvale Inn, good evening.
Pardon?
Yes, we're the only inn in Springvale.
I beg your pardon, uh, we have a wedding party.
If you could talk a little slower.
This is Mrs. Burnett, Ada Burnett.
I'm trying to reach my daughter, Eleanor.
I believe she's there.
If you'll hold on, ma'am, I'll be glad to page her.
Telephone for Miss-
Telephone for Miss Eleanor Burnett.
Miss Burnett, please.
You saw her? Anything?
Nothing new. It's getting late.
I was beginning to get worried.
I thought I was being ditched at somebody else's altar.
Could use a drink.
I heard you the first time.
Yes, ma'am, yes.
If she comes in, I'll be sure to tell her.
Yes, ma'am, I have the description.
Thank you.
I would like a martini, if you'll just kind of wave
the vermouth over it, huh?
Make it two.
Where were you? What took you so long?
Driving around, thinking.
Trying to, uh...find the words.
For what?
Well, I haven't found them yet.
Ellie, this thing you're doing for me, uh...
Oh, correction.
"For me"?
If you think I'm a sweet, demure,
self-sacrificing little thing-
No, I think you're something extra-special.
I think you deserve a lot more than this.
Mm. Hear, hear.
You know what I've been through.
Any thought of love or marriage or-
Now, I- I really don't see anyone holding a shotgun on you.
Richard.
I love you, you know that.
So much so, I'm willing to take my chances
you'll wake up one morning and find you love me too.
Until then, here's to a long and happy status quo.
Here you are.
Well, we better get going.
Excuse me, uh, would your name be Burnett?
Eleanor Burnett? Why, yes.
I have a message from your mother.
Uh, she wants you to call her at the hotel.
Said to tell you it was very important.
Thank you.
I didn't know she was here.
Shall we go?
We ought to find out what's important.
I know what's important.
Lieutenant Gerard.
We're all set.
I'd like to get another car out on the road.
It'd be pretty tough to hide it, lieutenant.
You say he's, uh, pretty cautious.
Well, we can put a man in the plane, if you like.
Good.
Oh, sergeant, tell your men to be careful, the girl.
Right.
Next right.
Still change your mind.
Mm, might as well fly down to Rio.
I've got nothing else to do tonight, do you?
I've got nothing else to do the rest of my life.
Now, that's funny, I can say that:
"The rest of my life."
Do you know that they speak Portuguese in Brazil?
Ellie, I'm trying to thank you, uh...
I know.
I'm trying to ignore it.
I'd have to say it sometime.
Oh, Richard.
Well, a man can't live without hope, there's nothing.
No meaning to anything.
It's like watching TV with the sound off.
When I found out the one-armed man was dead, I-
Well, I thought that was the end.
I guess it would have been, except for you.
Richard, please...
I lost one hope, I found another.
A new world, a new life...
Stop it, Richard, will you, huh?
Stop it.
Now, what's the matter?
You never saw me without my makeup on.
What does that mean?
I'm a liar and a cheat.
Also a chicken.
I planned to burn this, only you had to open your big mouth
and tell me how great I am.
Could you wait a minute, please?
Where will you go?
Where the bus is going.
Ellie, uh...
You never kissed me like that before.
Maybe I never loved you before.
Ellie?
What happened about the airplane?
Oh, mother, I bought it,
I'm having it bronzed.
I'm sorry, that wasn't very nice.
I phoned, I cancelled the plane.
Honey, I know I made mistakes-
Yeah, well, I'll make a deal with you,
you forget your mistakes, I'll forget mine.
Where is he?
He's gone.
I want a straight answer, Ellie.
Where is he?
I don't know, Phil.
You've lost him?
Yes, I guess I have.
But then, it's almost worthwhile because you lost him too.
Where will Richard Kimble go?
Wherever the bus is going,
wherever the fates will take him,
wherever there is a hope of finding the one-armed man.
And now, once again, there is that hope.
What makes you so certain she didn't kill him?
I was with her.
That she'd pick up someone like you, a vagrant.
What else and why?
We're talking maybes, let me suggest one.
Who gave her a hand? With the car?
NARRATOR:
A QM Production.
Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.
An innocent victim of blind justice,
en route to the death house.
he saw leave the scene of the crime.
Freed him to run before the relentless pursuit
of the police lieutenant obsessed with his capture.
Lois Nettleton,
ANNOUNCER:
Endless. Uncertain.
Lark, is that you?
I- I'm sorry.
I thought it was...
Do you need some help?
The silly thing's gone on strike.
I-I was waiting for someone,
and, well, he- He didn't show, so-
I was stood up.
The battery okay?
I've been cussing it out.
Well, maybe you don't know the right words. Mind if I try?
Joe Walker.
Hope I can help.
Your, uh, carburetor was flooded.
Well, they say it's nice to have a man around the house.
Me, I'll take one for the road.
Well, yes, but, uh...
Then you're going my way
I'm sorry there's just the cheese and jam.
It's a crummy place. I work there.
I don't know exactly.
You know, a girl should never say to a guy,
but you remind me of another man I know.
Is that a laugh? I don't know.
Hm, it's a laugh.
He stood me up. You came along.
E-even your voice sounds a little bit like him
I hate arguments.
I've been hating this one all day.
so I didn't.
Now, if he would just stop showing up altogether-
No.
I'm glad he didn't show up.
I've been asking myself that for six years.
Where were you going when we
I guess I've been in the city too long.
That's George Duncan.
George?
Um, I just got a call from Amy.
Lark went out someplace and hasn't come home
so she asked me to stop and see.
Well, uh, thank you,
Well, the highway's only three miles away.
you couldn't make it any worse in this town.
You're safe.
There you are.
Clean night table,
Well, thank you, if that's a compliment.
Uh, you'd better lock the door before you go to sleep.
Amy?
You shouldn't have come over here.
Amy, a woman don't want to look at her husband when he's...
Not like this.
Amy.
I'll call you after the autopsy, Jake.
No question,
he was shoved through the rail.
Yeah.
Unless he fell.
Lark Adams?
Well, he could've had a couple of belts too many.
Someone moved the body.
He landed there.
We found him over there.
Somebody moved him.
Well, like who?
Well, all I know is
someone called him up at the Tavern,
made a date to meet him out here.
I got two witnesses say it was Lucey Russell.
Well, yeah. I mean, right is right.
Just because she had a date don't mean that she killed him.
Well, somebody did.
Somebody was here.
Long enough to smoke three of these.
Suppose you take a run over there, and find out
what kind of lipstick she uses.
Okay.
Well, thanks for breakfast.
Thanks for everything.
You know, I, uh-
I could learn to like you, Joe Walker.
So if you ever get tired of digging potatoes...
Lucey, ain't you got no sense at all?
You know what this town thinks of you already.
And you know what I think of this town.
Joe Walker, George Duncan.
Mr. Walker fixed my car for me last night.
Saved me a long, long walk.
And he was a lot nicer about it than most men.
A long walk from where?
The old Procter cottage.
I was walking into town.
What time? I mean, what happened out there?
My car broke down.
Around 11:15. Uh, a truck driver gave me, uh,
a lift to the crossroads.
George, what in the world?
We'd better go inside.
Lucey,
what time did you leave the Golden Cage last night?
Ten forty-five.
Lark asked me to call him at the Tavern, and I did.
And, uh, I said I'd meet him
out by the old Procter cottage by 11.
And then he never showed up. And if you see him,
you can tell him for me next time-
Lucey, he's dead.
What do you mean?
I'm sorry.
But, he can't-
He can't be dead.
He...
He was killed. Last night.
Doc says between 10:30 and midnight.
So
that leaves you only maybe 15 minutes to explain.
Leaves me?
You don't think she did it?
It ain't what I think,
it's what Jake Mead thinks.
He's the sheriff. I'm only the deputy.
She didn't kill anyone.
She didn't even know he was dead. I was with her.
All right.
Then suppose you come with me and tell it to the sheriff.
The sheriff? I-
Who else?
You're the only alibi she's got.
Come on. Bring the bag.
Maybe it's too much, Amy.
You didn't have to come over.
No, I wanted to help. I-
If there was anything you had to know.
I think we know about all we got to know.
Her callin' him last night,
askin' him to meet her out there and all.
I don't want to get anyone in trouble.
Why did you let him go?
Because he-
He told me it was over.
That's the only reason he-
That's why he went out to meet her, because he-
He was gonna end it, once and for all.
And I thought if he could just make it plain to her,
make her understand, and stop bothering him.
You got the whole town with you, Amy.
Just keep remembering that.
I'm sorry. I'm really all right.
I just seem to cry.
Why don't you go home and get some rest, huh?
Amy.
Ain't Jake got no feelings at all?
George. Now, Amy,
you've had enough trouble already this morning.
He shouldn't have called you in.
He didn't have to dump you right into this mess.
He can't help it and I-
I'd rather get it over with.
George, I appreciate your kindness.
Amy Adams. Lark's wife.
Well, let's go talk to Jake.
About what?
What's he done?
Oh, heh, nothing, Jake.
But you're wrong about Lucey.
He can prove it. He was with her last night.
Uh, on the road.
I, uh- I saw her car. It was stalled.
I helped to get it started. She gave me a ride into town.
She didn't see this fellow Lark.
She thought I was Lark.
Name?
Joe Walker.
From?
Buffalo, New York.
Business?
Well, I don't have a job right now.
I was just, uh, you know,
passing through looking for work.
Identification?
Oh, come on, Jake, he's only a witness.
You saw that little lady leaving just now?
Somebody hurt her pretty bad.
Somebody's gonna answer for it.
You wouldn't be smart to get in the way.
Well, I thought you just might like to know
that that somebody is not Lucey Russell,
that's all.
Be havin' an inquest in a couple of days.
If you wanna stay and testify, it's up to you.
Oh, boy, I wouldn't say he had his mind made up.
Isn't anyone in this town interested in evidence?
Well, they'd have to be,
if you were to stay and testify.
Well, you are gonna stay?
W-well, now, look, it's just a couple of days to you.
It could mean her life.
Why, this town, they'd hang her
in a minute and make it a holiday.
Well, you-
You wouldn't let them do that,
would you?
No, I guess not.
So Maury Wills takes a ball.
That makes it three balls and one strike on Wills,
hitting right-handed against Warren Spahn.
Spahnie apparently a little upset on this ball.
He just turned his back on home plate for a moment,
rubbing up the ball.
Hi. How about a cup of coffee?
Now, Spahnie turns around...
There might be a short wait.
I'm kind of rushed.
Spahnie goes to wind up and delivers too high.
Ball four.
So Maury Wills opens up the ball game
with a base on balls.
And the batter will be Willie Davis.
The Dodgers of course, have several weapons
at their command.
Where is everyone?
Mm, you see how popular I am?
It's funny. Not even the sheriff has been out,
and there's gotta be questions he wants to ask.
He knows you're innocent.
He knows I was with you.
George called me.
He said you were going to testify.
I, uh-
I had it written all up.
Had it notarized. It's what they call a deposition.
You're not gonna be here?
Well, Lucey, anything I could say is in there.
You just show them that and they can't hurt you.
You don't know this town.
If they get the chance, they'll rip me apart
like a bunch of wolves.
Well, I hate to run out like this, when, you know-
Then stay.
I, uh,
can't stay.
Why not?
Joe.
Joe, you can tell me.
Can't tell you, Lucey.
Hang on to the deposition.
No balls and two strikes to Wally Moon.
Bottom of the first inning, no score.
Maury Wills at second, Willie Davis at first.
Spahn, again into his stretch. Kicks high,
comes back to the plate, low and outside,
ball one.
One and two.
Spahn goes to the rosin bag, taking his time.
Veteran left-hander. Now looks in to getting time.
Wills has a pretty good lead at second.
And Willie Davis not being held on at first.
Still waiting now with Spahn on the rubber
and goes to the stretch.
Spahn ready and delivers, Moon swings,
and there goes a long drive-
Jake, this is Lucey Russell. Is George there?
No, he's off tonight.
What?
No. I got no idea.
Has Jake put her in jail yet?
Amy.
You don't want to go thinkin' bad
about Lucey Russell.
How can I help it? It isn't what I think.
It's what everybody knows. She killed him.
But they could be so wrong. D-don't ya see?
They could be so wrong.
I know she phoned him at the Tavern.
Everybody was watching and listening.
But, now, he didn't say right out
that it was Lucey, did he?
And Lark was always lyin' to you.
Oh, he said it was a business call.
Ah, you see?
Another one of his lies.
And he had no-
He had no business yellin' at you like that,
shovin' you around.
Yeah, I saw it, Amy. I saw it.
I saw him do it,
and I heard him,
and I heard you cry.
I was out in the Tavern kitchen havin' a sandwich.
Yeah, and it wasn't the first time, either. Now, was it?
He hit you plenty. Plenty of times before. Right here.
Right here in this house. I've heard it from just outside.
A-and- And I wanted to make him stop it.
I'm tellin' you, when-
When I saw him slap you out in that parking lot,
and- A-and then just
drag you out of the car.
You saw him go? You saw him go to meet her?
I saw him,
and I almost went after him right then, but...
I wish I had've.
Oh, how I wish I had've instead of-
Instead of...
So you see, Amy,
that's why I-
That's why I know they're wrong about Lucey.
She wasn't even there.
She wasn't?
Now, Amy,
believe me, it was an accident.
Y-you see, I was mad for how he hurt you last night,
for all those other times.
You?
It- It was an accident, Amy.
You gotta understand.
I only wanted to beat a little decency into him.
And then he went right through the rail. I didn't mean it.
I w-
I was only trying to help.
I only did it for you.
You fool.
You big, stupid,
clumsy fool.
So how can you lock me up for this?
You read Joe Walker's deposition.
Where's this Joe Walker now?
Don't ask me.
He was heading for Idaho.
You must be losin' your touch.
Now, Jake, what kind of crack is that?
You meet a man, don't hold him any longer than that.
Just like he was never here.
But you've got his deposition. He wrote it.
Anybody can write somethin' out.
He had it notarized.
Just takes a dollar for the notary.
That don't prove it's true.
Now, look, I never saw the man before.
Why would he do something like that for me?
You could have paid him off.
One way or another.
All right, Jake.
I'll remember that, next election.
Might be kind of hard to vote
where you're gonna be.
I can prove you were at the old Procter cottage last night.
You smoked three of those, and left the butts.
I never said I wasn't there.
I got witnesses say you went to meet Lark.
Well, he never showed up and I left.
After you pushed him through the rail.
Now, why would I do a thing like that?
Why?
If he told you he was through.
If you got sore.
Far as this town goes, it's pretty plain.
Yeah, they're gonna have a real field day, aren't they?
Looking down their long, blue noses.
I ain't gonna hurt no feelings
locking you up.
You gotta lock me up?
You ain't the only one that votes.
Been a lot of pressure buildin' up.
Well, come on.
Any choice in the menu?
Jake.
Wh- Are you holding her?
No, she likes it here. Must be the view.
Oh, come on. Now, look, Jake- I can't argue it now.
Doc Phillips is waitin'.
Gotta set up the inquest.
Here. I'll be back in an hour.
You.
I ought to break your stupid little neck.
Running around the country all night.
Why didn't you go home after work?
You know why.
Playing games with a guy like Lark.
You know what he was.
A cheap, rotten, no-good-
He loved me, George.
In his own way,
out of this whole town,
he loved me.
Must be true, what they say about fools and children.
Lucky for you Walker's gonna stay and help clear you.
Don't give any odds.
He promised me. I- I talked to him yesterday.
Well, that was yesterday.
Today, he's gone.
You take a gal like that Lucey Russell,
tryin' to blind the scales of justice.
How's that?
Oh, some kind of phony alibi.
She got some fellow to sign it for her.
Drifter.
Come out of nowhere and went nowhere.
Gotta get up early to fool Jake Mead.
Jake's our sheriff.
Tossed that paper of hers right out the window.
He's going to rule it out?
Heh. Already has.
I tell you, this inquest is gonna be somethin'.
Doc Phillips got it set up for tomorrow.
Huh. Gotta get some hustling
to get back from Batesville.
And you have to get back?
Can't get out of it.
I'm on the jury.
I'm so glad you came.
I had to talk to you. I had to explain about last night.
The words just came out wrong, that's all.
I was so frightened, George, for you.
I've been worried all day.
Have you found him yet?
How'd you know I was looking for him?
George, the whole town knows. Have you found him?
No.
Got tracers out all the way to Boise,
but one chance in a million, a drifter like that.
What if he's disappeared?
You're not planning to-?
You wouldn't tell Jake how it happened?
Amy, I can't let Lucey take it for me.
George, would it be for you?
Isn't she the one who really killed him?
It's her fault, George. She destroyed his-
His life, his marriage, his pride.
No. Whatever you did,
she forced you to it.
It's her fault he treated me so badly.
It's her fault you hated him.
It's her fault.
No.
I can't do that, Amy.
I can't.
I should have known you could never hurt anyone.
Only us. You'd throw it all away,
everything we might have.
What?
Amy, I- I never thought.
I've lost one man. It's hard to lose another.
Amy. Amy.
Please, George, it's too soon.
I gotta get back.
I'll call you later.
Hey, George. Hey.
H-hey, man, you had me hung out on the line to dry.
Come on, why did you take off?
I had to find work. Yeah, but a couple more days
wouldn't make that much difference. Sneaking out,
sneaking back in the dark.
Well, I couldn't leave her like that, so-
Well, then, why did you run off?
Hey, you in some kind of trouble?
Come on. Forget this. You ain't talking to the badge.
As far as I know, you're all right. I mean, you came back.
Can we leave it at that?
All right, I guess.
You know, the, uh, sheriff threw out your deposition.
Yeah, I heard that. Why?
Well, he's got the whole town pressuring him.
Especially Amy, Lark's widow.
She won't settle for less than first degree.
She has no proof.
Proof or no proof, that makes no difference.
So I tell you,
you gotta stand up and you gotta say your piece.
Now the inquest is set for tomorrow morning.
Ah.
And let me tell you this:
If you even think about skipping out again...
Well, you don't.
Man, you're the only chance she's got.
Unless you come up with the murderer.
With the murderer?
Somebody killed Lark.
Got any ideas?
Who's trying so hard to blame Lucey?
Who else had a reason?
Amy?
Forget it.
I'll, uh-
I'll tell Lucey you're back.
I'll say I knew him. Intimately.
Oh, I mean-
Yeah, I know what you mean but you're all wrong.
You see, I'm a model, he's a photographer,
and occasionally we do a job.
Mrs. Adams, I'm Joe Walker.
You were with George the other day.
Uh, won't you come in?
Thank you.
Please sit down.
May I-? May I fix one for you?
No, thank you.
I-I couldn't sleep.
I thought a nightcap might...
Well, Mrs. Adams-
Just for a moment you looked like Lark.
It's your mouth, I think.
Well, I'll have to get used to that,
turning and seeing someone...
Mr. Walker, what can I do for you?
I know you've been hurt,
but that's no reason to try to destroy someone.
I'm not destroying her.
Well, you are pulling pretty hard on the rope.
We have courts and judges and juries, Mr. Walker,
if you have anything to say.
Unfortunately, it's not what I say. It's what you say.
Who made you the conscience of us all? Why come to me?
Because I think we both know she didn't do it.
Then tell me who did. Who else had a reason?
Just going to ask you that.
Whose husband was fooling around with Lucey Russell?
Who was one of the few people
that knew he'd be there that night?
Mr. Walker, if I were you, I wouldn't even suggest that.
I have a lot of friends in this town.
You mean the sheriff.
Jake Mead and my father grew up together.
What makes you so certain she didn't kill him?
I was with her.
Doesn't that make some sort of point?
That she'd pick up someone like you, a vagrant.
She didn't pick me up.
What else and why?
We're talking maybes, let me suggest one.
Who was with her out there at the Procter place?
Who gave her a hand? With the car?
With a murder she couldn't bring off alone.
If you don't mind, I'm tired.
I have the inquest tomorrow.
Sheriff's office.
George?
Something wrong?
He's back. Your Mr. Walker.
Yeah, I know.
I don't want him back. I want him to go.
But Amy-
You heard me, George. By tomorrow morning,
you get rid of him,
or I'll go to Jake.
I'll go to Jake and I'll talk
and I'll break you in two.
Cold lemonade. Who wants cold lemonade,
hot dogs and hot coffee?
Good morning, son. You want some lemonade?
Hot coffee and sweet rolls here.
Hot coffee, right? Yes, sir.
Lemonade. I got ice-cold lemonade.
I got ice-cold ice cream.
Who wants some cold ice cream or some cold lemonade?
I got hot dogs with mustard and relish and onions.
Who wants some ice-cold lemonade on a hot day?
Lemonade. I got ice-cold lemonade and I got ice cream.
I got coffee and hot dogs.
Who wants ice-cold lemonade?
He's still here.
Well, yeah, Amy. I- You didn't do what I said.
Well, now, Amy, she didn't do it. I couldn't put it on her.
If Walker doesn't say his- I warned you. I told you.
Now, you look here, and you let me tell you.
I sat here last night and I couldn't sleep.
And I took a good, long look at you.
Sometimes when you back away,
you see a thing a whole lot plainer.
You're hurting me.
All right, Amy. All right. Do you want to talk to Jake?
Go ahead. Tell him.
But if you push me in,
you're in it too.
Me? That's right.
They stand me up in court, I'm gonna tell them the whole story.
How you tried to blame it on Lucey and all,
because you hate her.
Because you were second choice,
after she turned him down.
Lark never loved you, not for a minute,
and you knew it.
All right.
You want in, Amy? Come on in.
Come on in. But you're gonna find the water's awful hot.
Now, is your car outside?
Don't bother.
Sheriff's office. Deputy Duncan.
Oh, yes.
Oh, yeah, I was just leaving. I-I'll be-
I'll be right over in a couple of minutes.
Okay, Jake.
Well, Jake can't wait for me to bring you over.
You ready, Lucey?
Yeah, I'm coming.
Now, you folks understand, you're a coroner's jury.
All you gotta do is hear the facts
and decide if there was any criminal act
involved in the victim's death.
And if there was, and you think there's enough evidence
against the suspect now being held by the sheriff,
you gotta so declare,
so that said suspect can be properly indicted
and brought to trial.
That being understood,
we might as well get started.
Now, I was the doctor in attendance, so Jake,
if you'll swear me in for the medical testimony.
Doc, will you raise your right hand?
Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothin' but the truth, so help you God?
I do. I guess you can tell it
in your own way.
I made some notes
so as to get it all straight and clear.
"Lark Adams died this past Tuesday night,
most likely sometime between 10 and midnight."
When I say "most likely," I mean, that's about as close
as I can place it by autopsy.
We can narrow the time down by other evidence,
but that'll come later.
"Death was due to a fall
"resulting in contusions of the cervical spinal chord
associated with the second and third cervical vertebrae."
Excuse me. That means a broken neck.
The question is, was it an accident?
Excuse me.
He went through the rail at the old Procter cottage
and that's important.
That rail's pretty well rotted out.
You could lean against it and maybe go through.
Only thing is, the body was moved five, six feet
from where he fell.
And it's a plain medical fact he didn't move himself.
Not with a broken neck like that.
He must have died instantly.
Well, that just about finishes my testimony.
If the jury has any questions to ask...
Walker.
You forgetting, man? You got a story to tell.
You try to run out on her and I swear,
you'll eat off the county till your belly turns.
I'll grab you first and find a reason later.
Now, move. They're waiting.
Before we consider any evidence,
I'd like to advise the young lady in custody.
Lucey, you don't have to testify
against yourself.
That's your constitutional right.
You don't have to admit you killed him.
I didn't kill him, Doc.
I didn't even see him.
I was with somebody else that night.
Have you got anybody that can prove that, Lucey?
Joe Walker.
Anybody named Joe Walker here?
Joe Walker?
Walker?
Right here, Doc.
You just wouldn't listen, would you?
Well, swear him in, Jake.
Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth,
and nothin' but the truth, so help you God?
Yeah. Speak up.
I do.
What's your name?
Well, you gotta know your own name.
Maybe I can help him, Doc. Keep quiet.
Maybe I can remind him. Shut up! Shut up.
You don't need his name, Doc.
You don't need his testimony.
I know who killed Lark Adams.
Who?
You gotta believe me, Jake,
I didn't mean it. It was an accident.
Quiet. Quiet.
This is a legal hearing. Quiet. Quiet.
Quiet in this courtroom. I want quiet.
This is a legal hearing.
Quiet.
Quiet, now. Quiet.
I want quiet. Guys, have a little order here.
You big galoot.
All you had to do was keep your mouth shut.
Manslaughter.
I ought to get out in 18 months. That ain't so long.
You know what's the matter with you? Your neck's too long.
You gotta learn to stop sticking it out
for people like Amy and me.
Yeah?
Well, you take care of yourself.
At least until I get back.
Don't worry about me.
I will if I want to.
Nothing from him?
I just hope he makes it.
Oh, he will,
if he just keeps on walking next time.
Always new people. Always new places.
Only one thing is constant for Richard Kimble.
At the end, there is always the road.
Richard Kimble is a fugitive.
Well, not exactly. I hopped this freight
and there she was with the baby.
You ever been around here before, Mr...?
Okay. Come along.
I think you'd better talk to her.
He look familiar to you?
He matches the description we got.
Oh, never mind, it'll come.
NARRATOR:
An innocent victim of blind justice,
falsely convicted for the murder of his wife,
freed him en route to the death house,
Freed him to run
obsessed with his capture.
Royal Dano.
It is 26 months since the escape,
The man with one arm,
And again it is time to move on.
would have grabbed the old preacher
and shaken all the good works out of him.
And a good, strong arm to go with it.
Pete Broderick.
Peter.
Christopher, that would've been more like it.
The lady will have to introduce herself.
That's all right, brother,
even if it's just in the eyes of the Lord.
Carol.
and this is Mr. Broderick.
Now we are four.
Oh, we mean you no harm, no harm at all.
But you can't blame us for being a little surprised by it all.
It's no place for a child.
How old is he? Four, five months?
Look, I don't have the money to go any other way.
Wherever I'm needed, brother.
Wherever I'm needed.
Well, where might you be needed now?
do you have any friends in Fargo?
My husband.
Well, that's nice.
Now, would you please leave me alone?
A pretty girl like you
riding alone with a tiny baby.
Find? Well, where's he been?
and my parents live in Grand Forks
and they've been taking care of my baby and me.
He's a bass player and he's on the road a lot.
Are you bound for Fargo too?
I go where I'm needed.
Have you ever tried spreading the Good Word?
Well, don't forget the mansions, brother.
It doesn't look routine.
What is it?
I think they're after me. Could you help me?
They're about five cars down.
Please, you've got to help me.
See if you can get those two men to chase you.
If they catch you they'll just, uh, throw you out of the yard.
that enjoy roughing an old man up.
All right.
he'll charge Jimmy with contributing
What is your husband doing in Fargo?
That's the first place he'll look.
Well, we can make it, uh-
Make it a little more difficult for them.
We'll get off the bus before the terminal.
Yes? Who's in charge here?
I can help you.
Are you in charge?
Not exactly.
Well, then you can't help me, brother.
Come on.
This guy wants to see you, Lieutenant Malleson.
First, I'd like to know
what kind of reward's involved here.
Why? What have you got?
Well, that girl the one the babysitter described,
the one from Grand Forks?
Go on.
Well, I seen her.
Now, what's that worth?
By itself not much.
Well- Well, how about this, brother?
I can tell you she's not alone.
I can tell you she's right here in Fargo.
He should be good for another hour or so.
Well, I guess I better be going.
Thank you for everything.
I got you a room, that's all.
I seem to be leaning on you.
That's my call.
Jimmy?
Are you sure, operator?
Klondike 54269?
Thank you.
It doesn't make sense.
She said the number's been disconnected.
Well, maybe he moved.
He wouldn't move without writing me.
Unless he did and my father tore up the letter.
I've gotta find him.
What is it?
I don't know.
Here.
I'm sorry.
Keeps happening since the accident.
One minute I feel okay and the next minute
it's as though I just jumped off a merry-go-round.
What do the doctors say?
Nothing organic.
They think I'm soft in the head.
Anyhow, I've got to find Jimmy.
I think you'd better stay off your feet for a while.
I can't. I've got to find him.
Look, uh,
give me his address.
I'll see if I can find out what happened.
No, you've done too much already.
That's all right. Don't worry about it.
Well, I think it's only a few blocks from here.
You better tell me where he works
in case there's no one there.
You sure you don't mind?
I seem to be handing you all my problems.
That's all right.
Well, here I go again, leaning on you.
You throw me a life preserver and I ask for the whole ship.
Excuse me. I'm looking, uh,
for some friends of mine.
The only address I have is 226 Oglethorpe.
That's it over there.
Except they start tearing it down
first thing in the morning.
Whole block's going for a big shopping center.
Funny, huh?
Once upon a time you're brand-new and pretty.
The next thing you know, you're all used up.
They trample all over you.
How long has it been since anyone's lived there?
I don't know.
Must have been around last April.
Sorry,
but unless your friends have four legs,
long tails, and dig cheese, you won't find them in there.
Yeah, thanks.
Sure.
Come back anytime.
I'm here every afternoon.
Wait. Please, let's talk about it just a little more.
We've already talked.
But we don't know that it was Carol.
You read the description. We know she was going to the park.
W- I know she wouldn't do anything this terrible.
Laura, she kidnapped a 5-month-old baby.
How do you do?
My name's Pearson.
I think this is the girl that you've been looking for.
She's our daughter.
Baby, this is a story song.
You know what a story song is?
It tells a story.
The girl is lonely.
See, she lives in sort of a dream world.
She drifts into this bar
and, uh, she tells the bartender she wants something cool.
Not just a drink, you know what I mean?
She thinks she's a real lady.
Baby,
this is like Tennessee Williams,
not the "Hut Sut Song."
The what?
You want to see me?
Well, I'm looking for a man.
He used to work here. Maybe he still does.
Try me. Jimmy Hollister.
You're looking for Jimmy Hollister?
Well, not exactly. His wife's trying to locate him.
Carol?
That's right.
Well, let me tell you something, mister.
Somebody's putting one of us on.
Either way it's not very funny.
What does that mean?
Jimmy, Carol, and their little baby
piled up in Jimmy's sports car about a year ago.
And?
And Carol was the only one that pulled through.
I guess you're the one that's being put on.
I guess so.
Now, remember, baby,
it's like she's in a dream world or something.
That's the one, all right. She was carrying the baby
and this guy I told you about was with her.
They got off the bus at Maple Street.
What did he look like?
I don't know. Just a guy.
Five-eleven, six feet.
Around a 165 pounds.
Middle 30s, I guess.
Black hair. That's about it.
That matches the description the old man gave us.
Wonderful.
That proves our only two witnesses
have fair eyesight and are telling the truth.
But that description probably fits 2000 men in this town,
including yourself, sergeant.
All right, Mr. Flynn, you can go now.
Thanks for your help.
Sure thing.
Well, at least we got the picture.
Did the press get copies?
They just went out.
Well, we know that bus driver dropped him off at Maple Street.
Maybe we'll get lucky.
They could have taken a cab from there.
You're supposed to be the optimist around here.
Well, I just mean it's- Yeah, yeah, forget it.
Well, there it is.
Typical picture of a hardened criminal.
¶ Rock-a-bye, baby ¶
¶ On the tree top ¶
¶ When the wind blows ¶
¶ The cradle will rock ¶
¶ When the bough breaks ¶
¶ The cradle will fall ¶
¶ Then down will come baby ¶
¶ Cradle and all ¶
Go to sleep, baby.
He'll be back.
Real soon.
Real, real soon, he'll be back.
Jim.
Did you find him?
Can you take me to him?
No, I didn't find him, Carol.
What's the matter?
Whose baby is that?
He's mine.
He's my baby.
No, he isn't.
He's mine.
Look, Carol, listen to me.
No.
No, I don't want to hear you.
I don't want to hear.
My father sent you, didn't he?
No, he didn't.
Well, then why-? Carol.
Carol, you've got to take that baby back where he belongs.
He belongs with me.
Now, you stop talking like that.
Oh, nobody's gonna take you away from me.
No.
Please, you've got to help me find Jimmy.
Your husband's dead, Carol.
Why are you saying that?
Look, you know I'm your friend, don't you?
I don't know. I don't know anything.
I only know I have to get out of here.
Carol, I helped you on the train, didn't I?
I helped you find this place
and I helped you look for your husband, right?
Well, now I want to help you again.
I want you to stay here.
Where are you going?
I'm just gonna go out for a while.
When are you coming back?
Look, I don't like being alone.
You'll be all right.
Take me with you, please.
I can't do that.
Jimmy, I can't stay here.
You've got to stay here.
I'll be right back. I promise.
But I don't like it here.
Let me come with you to the club.
Please.
I'll tell you what.
When the club closes,
I'll come back and we'll go out for a cup of coffee.
Okay?
Okay.
I'll see you later.
Jimmy.
No last drink with the boys.
That's a promise.
Jimmy.
I couldn't stay there all alone.
Don't be mad with me.
Carol, I told you. I can't take you with me.
Please.
Shh.
Carol, go back to the room and wait for me, will you?
Jimmy, you know I'm scared.
I know, but you-
You've got to get off the street.
You're too easy to spot with the baby.
Carol, I've got to go or I'll be late, okay?
Okay.
Shh.
Hush, baby, hush.
We've got to do what Daddy says.
Shh.
No.
Come on, baby, now we go home.
Yes.
Shh.
The Edmund Hotel.
Room 214.
The child is all right.
Well, it's not important who I am.
What's important is that you realize that the girl
is no criminal.
She's just sick,
She really believes that that child is hers.
No, that's all I can tell you.
Scat.
Scat, scat.
Where is he, honey?
Why doesn't he come back?
He said he'd be back soon, and soon's all gone now.
Please come back.
Hey, baby.
Maybe your daddy will bring you a nice surprise.
Would you like that, huh?
Maybe some pretty birds to hang over your crib.
You know what he'll do?
He'll lift you way, way, way,
way, way into the air.
Yeah. And you'll look down and you'll wonder
who all those tiny people are down there.
Hee-hee. And you'll laugh and laugh...
Scat!
Yes, you'll laugh
and laugh and laugh.
Scat.
Come on, scat!
That's it, honey.
That's why your daddy isn't here.
He's waiting for us back at the hotel.
Here.
Baby, I forgot.
I can't take you with me. I-
I can't, I really can't. You see, if they see us together
they'll know who we are and-
And they'll try to get you away from me.
And then they'll try to keep you away from me.
And you don't want that to happen, do you?
Then wait for Mommy to come back.
Okay?
You sleep here and wait for Mommy to come back.
I'll only be gone a few minutes.
And then I'll bring Daddy back with me.
And we'll all be together again like before,
when we laughed.
Yeah.
I love you, baby.
Hey, sexy, how about some service?
Cheeseburger or chili dog?
Chili dog and put some cheese on it.
Chili dog, add some cheese.
And a hunk of that lousy berry pie.
You really add a lot of class to this joint.
I'm not selling class.
You haven't got it to give away.
Hey, uh, checked the radio?
They caught that dame that kidnapped that baby.
Yeah? Where?
Cops got an anonymous tip she was at this hotel,
and she walked right into it.
Check the radio.
What about the baby? Is he all right?
That's the weird part. Listen.
The police, thus far, have been unable
to obtain any information which would enable them
to locate the still-missing baby.
Mrs. Hollister has told the officers
she will only turn the child over to her husband.
Hospital psychiatrist, Dr. Max Eisen,
has stated that the young woman
has apparently transferred her late husband's identity
to the man who has been reportedly traveling with her.
The police have asked all newspapers
and radio and television stations
to broadcast this appeal
for the man to come forward immediately.
Although police remain relatively optimistic,
they have expressed serious concern for the welfare
of the tiny infant, and they feel this man,
whoever he is, can insure the safe return of the child.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Hollister
remains confined to Fargo Memorial Hospital.
Same old story.
She won't talk to anybody but her husband.
Whoever that is.
Carol's parents.
Sid called they were coming up.
Mr. Pearson, Mrs. Pearson.
Has she told you where the baby is?
No, not yet.
Well, she'll tell me, all right. Whit, please.
Mr. and Mrs. Pearson,
this is Mrs. Fisher, the child's mother.
Mr. Fisher's out of town, but he's flying in tonight.
I don't know what to say to you.
Our daughter will tell us where your baby is.
I promise you that. Do you think so?
Don't worry.
I hope so.
But please, don't be too hard on her.
She's been under a terrible strain.
She's been?
What about you?
Well, it's like this, Mr. Pearson.
I'm worried, and I'm frightened, I'm terribly frightened,
but I know that, God willing, we'll get our baby back
and, well,
our baby will never know anything happened to him.
But you're gonna have to worry about your daughter
for a long time after this.
You actually sound like you-
You feel sorry for her.
May we see our daughter now, lieutenant, please?
Just a moment.
Doctor, may we see our daughter, please?
I think it would be better if you didn't right now.
Maybe a little later. Why not now?
Well, you see, a great part of her delusions
center on you, Mr. Pearson.
Her fears of you.
She seems to think that you want to take away her baby
or do some sort of harm to her husband.
She doesn't have a baby
or a husband.
She thinks she does.
They're very real to her.
And right now you represent a terrible threat.
Seeing you...
I think it would be wiser if you waited a little while.
There's a lounge at the end of the corridor.
Why don't you wait down there.
We'll let you know the minute anything happens.
Come on, Whit.
Why don't you come too, Mrs. Fisher?
I'd better go back in.
Now where are we?
Still waiting for the little man who wasn't there.
Well, call me if anything comes up.
We'll be here for a couple of hours.
They just wanna know if he's shown up here.
Excuse me.
I think I'm the one you're looking for.
Are you the one she was traveling with?
Well, not exactly. I hopped this freight
and there she was with the baby.
I helped her out a little
and then she began hitting the front pages.
You're the one that phoned us about the hotel?
That's right.
You ever been around here before, Mr...?
Broderick.
And no, it's the first time. I'm from the coast.
The coast, huh?
Okay.
Come along, I think you'd better talk to her.
Broderick, we have to find that baby.
What's the matter?
He look familiar to you?
He matches the description we got.
Yeah, but that face.
Oh, never mind, it'll come.
You took so long.
I got tied up at the club.
Jimmy, I didn't know what to do.
Where's the baby, Carol?
I didn't want to leave him there.
But I was afraid my father would see us and take him away.
You did the right thing.
Now, if you'll tell me where he is, I'll go get him.
Oh, Jimmy, can't you get me out of here?
Well, honey, you can't leave right now.
But I don't understand.
All these policemen asking me questions
and I haven't done anything. I haven't.
What did my father tell them?
Why does he have to lie like that?
Look, honey, everything's gonna be all right.
I promise.
But tell me where the baby is.
It's so dark and dirty.
It really was. It was disgustingly dirty.
I didn't want to leave him there.
I-I almost didn't.
Where did you leave him?
At home.
You mean, the apartment?
Is something wrong?
No, nothing's wrong.
Hey, uh, you get some sleep.
You'll bring him back here?
Right now.
Maybe by the time you get back
everything will be straightened out
and we can go home.
Yeah, I hope so.
You know, Jimmy?
You know, it's been sort of like a nightmare.
Well, that's what it is, Carol, a nightmare.
Almost over.
Don't be long.
Goodbye, Carol.
Did she tell you?
Yes. Well, where is he?
We'll go get him. You stay here.
Well, I can get him.
Okay. You got a car?
I'll take a cab.
I'll drive you myself.
Well, that's not necessary.
No, I insist.
Come on.
Right here.
This is the street.
She said it was on this block.
I guess it could be any one of these houses.
Well, let's get started.
To save time, uh,
you take one, I'll take the next.
Okay.
You found him.
Get in.
Is he all right?
Asleep.
You're pretty handy with kids.
If they cry, you pick them up.
Well, that was a decent thing you did.
I mean, you take someone like you, on the road,
hopping freights, it's a safe bet that kind of a guy's
got a record he's running from.
You know what I mean?
I'm not sure.
Most of the time they're parole jumpers,
runaway kids.
Once in a while, even a wanted criminal.
On the other hand, sometimes you find really decent people
bumming around.
What I'm trying to say is,
a guy who's on the run from the police
isn't likely to come forward the way you did.
He would have hopped the first freight out of town.
You mean, if he was in some sort of trouble.
That's right.
If he was in some sort of trouble.
All right if I drop you here?
It might save you some time.
If I take you back there'll be all sorts of questions,
your picture in the papers, you know.
Well, thanks.
It's all right, Broderick.
That's right, isn't it?
Broderick?
Yeah, that's right.
For my report, you know.
So long.
She's still terribly confused,
but she's beginning to accept the fact
that the baby wasn't hers.
However, we have to move very slowly.
I just want to see my daughter.
All right, but please remember what I said.
She's terribly frightened of you.
May we go in now?
Carol.
Poor little baby.
Baby.
You ever remember who that guy was?
No.
We could get out the mug shots.
Ah, forget it, will you?
Sure.
Another town with its thousand faces.
Examine them well.
For, somewhere among them, tonight, tomorrow, next week,
will be one face that will tighten in recognition.
And for a fugitive, the running will begin again.