Is something wrong, Miss Ruskin?
Here, get dressed.
What's this?
Don't ask questions.
Well, what is this? Do you know who I-?
You're Dr. Richard Kimble.
You're convicted of murder
and they're coming to get you right away.
Murder? Who?
Your wife.
I killed my wife?
Look, doctor, if I thought you were guilty
I wouldn't be here right now.
Doctor Towne was right.
Will you listen to me?
If they catch you they'll execute you.
They'll kill you. Do you understand?
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 in tonight's story:
Betty Garrett,
Ivan Dixon.
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
ANNOUNCER:
Another stopping place at the end of another road.
If your name is Richard Kimble,
you're guilty of escape and flight.
You have no future unless you can find the past;
the night of September 17, two years ago.
You saw the man who killed your wife that night.
The face was there for only a moment.
You'll never forget it.
And you keep looking.
Today a truck driver mentions a one-armed man in Decatur.
The description fits.
Coffee, mister? Please.
I didn't hear you pull up.
I didn't.
Say, uh,
I'm looking for an old acquaintance of mine.
I heard that he might be working somewhere in Decatur.
In a restaurant.
You call this a restaurant?
Well, you'd remember this fellow.
He has one arm missing.
Marty.
Might ask the wife. She never forgets anybody.
Fire, Marty! Fire!
Shut down the main valve! I'll get the fire extinguisher!
Well, he wouldn't be alive at all
if the other fellow hadn't dragged him outta there.
What's his name?
I don't know.
Miss Proctor?
Barlow. Frank Barlow.
Omaha, Nebraska.
Well, you better see that his family is notified.
These were her things.
Not even a thank you.
Why should he? His daughter is dead.
Oh, yeah, but you stuck your neck out for her.
Frank Barlow.
We were having trouble locating the family.
The address is wrong so we're passing the buck
to Social Services.
Why don't you wait till he regains consciousness
then he can fill us in himself.
Mm, he's awake already, but, uh, well...
It's too bad. He's a dreamy-looking guy too.
You still have trouble hearing?
Vision still blurred?
I feel dizzy.
Like motion sickness?
What's your name?
I don't know.
Do you remember what happened to you?
Explosion.
Where'd it happen?
I don't remember.
Are you married?
I don't remember.
Do you remember Omaha, Nebraska?
I can't think.
What's the matter with me?
What's eight plus four?
Twelve.
What's your name?
I...
There's nothing to be afraid of.
Just a temporary loss of memory.
Usually corrects itself within a few days.
I'm Dr. Bloch. This is Dr. Towne.
He's our neuropsychiatry specialist.
You're in good hands.
You've suffered a traumatic injury.
Big bump on the head.
Yes. Abnormal pressure on the brain,
internal bleeding in the cranial cavity.
You have a cut right here.
He- Hematoma.
Yes, a subdural hematoma.
Also both eardrums have been ruptured.
You know my name?
Barlow.
Frank Barlow.
Thank you. I-
I'll try to remember.
You have no social security record of him?
Yes, Frank Barlow.
Strange.
All right, uh, try David Merrill.
That's a name I found on a driver's license in his pocket.
Yes.
No, the labels in his clothing
come from stores all over the country.
That's right.
Yeah, thank you.
Oh, Miss Ruskin, Sergeant Lascoe's here about
that Frank Barlow thing.
There's something I want to say first.
I was sorry about that girl.
Of course.
Did you apologize to her father too?
People always think it's- It's personal with the police.
Always get sore.
Isn't there something personal about a child's life?
She was only 18.
Let's drop this, shall we?
The sergeant had no choice.
Neither did the doctor.
He had to make that report.
You reported her?
Of course I did.
Lady, the law says a doctor's gotta report an addict.
Thank you. I know the rules.
Yes, knows the rules but usually obeys her sentiments,
which are very active.
Isn't there something wrong
with rules that drive a girl to suicide?
When you are ready, Miss Ruskin,
we'll forget about that case
and go on to the next one.
Dr. Towne,
you're a very unusual man.
Hitchhiker.
Known as Frank Barlow.
Male, Caucasian, American.
There's nothing here I haven't reported to
the Missing Persons Bureau.
See for yourself.
Any, uh- Any chance of
getting his fingerprints tonight?
Well, I'll check with Dr. Bloch.
His hands were rather badly burned.
Feeling better, Mr. Barlow?
I'm feeling much better, thank you.
May I sit down?
I have permission to ask some more silly questions.
Well, if you don't mind silly answers...
Silly doesn't bother me.
Clever answers do.
Clever answers?
Mr. Barlow, I'm a welfare worker.
I'm not a detective or a reformer.
All I'm supposed to do is investigate your case
and determine financial responsibility.
Why the lecture?
'Cause I can't help feeling
that you're hiding something.
You mean to think I'm faking all this?
Oh, you can't. Not for long.
Dr. Towne is too wise and too thorough.
Well, you tell Dr. Towne, or whoever it is,
that I accept financial responsibility
for all this.
That I, personally, will work the rest of my life
to pay off this bill
if somebody will just get me out of this trap.
Look, lady, I don't know who I am.
What about Frank Barlow?
That's a name a doctor gave me.
David Merrill?
You had Frank Barlow in your wallet,
David Merrill in your driver's license.
I've got "Decatur General Hospital"
inside my bathrobe.
What does that mean?
I checked out David Merrill on E Street in Las Vegas,
and there is no such address.
That's fine.
You just keep finding out who I'm not.
That ought to keep you busy for a while.
I'm sorry. Let me help you.
You shouldn't be walking by yourself.
What is it? You know him?
Do you remember something?
Nurse. Nurse.
Mr. Barlow,
uh, Dr. Bloch has given Sgt. Lascoe your permission
to get some fingerprints from you.
Any dizziness since yesterday?
I wasn't dizzy, doctor.
I just
passed out.
Still can't find any family for you, Barlow.
I mean, I guess it's Barlow.
Nothing seems to check out.
Dr. Bloch said the left hand only.
Actually, we've got two pretty good chances.
If you ever did time in the army
or if you ever did time in jail.
Either way we'll be able to pin it down inside 48 hours.
May I have your clipboard please?
Yes. Excuse me.
Yep, you're nobody
or you're somebody.
Maybe a hitchhiker
Maybe one of those famous lost millionaires.
A lot of people get disappointed though.
Not too many turn out to be millionaires.
Did I hurt you?
No. no.
Relax.
Just relax. I'll be careful.
Ugh.
I better just try the thumb and the middle finger.
Those others look pretty sore.
All right. Relax.
I must be nervous about the million dollars.
Had you ever seen him before that night?
No, never.
Well, what did he talk about?
Was there any conversation?
Well, he, um, had some coffee
and, uh, let's see now-
Oh, yeah.
H-he was looking for some friend of his.
Someone here? In Decatur?
Well, that's what he thought.
Yeah, someone working in a restaurant.
I recollect that handed me a laugh.
Ooh.
Did he tell you the name of his friend?
No, uh,
he said it was a fella with one arm cut off,
but, uh, we never did get around to names.
Well...
Well, I guess that's all.
Thank you.
It's very helpful.
Oh, the employment center sent these over for you.
"Handicapped. "
"Amputees... kitchen help. "
Eight in the past month.
If anyone asks you,
I'm taking the rest of the day off.
You?
Well, that's a new one.
Oh, Miss.
Yes.
Where would I find Miss Ruskin's office?
Oh, well, Miss Ruskin is gone for the day,
but perhaps I could help you.
I'm her assistant.
Nurse!
What are you doing?
This man is hemorrhaging.
Get me a half cc of morphine, and hurry up.
Dr. Bloch!
Hemorrhage. Get me a half cc of morphine.
Nice work, doctor.
Miss Proctor, the nurse, tells me you were quick,
efficient, and right.
Yeah, I was.
Why do you suppose a doctor-
And apparently a good one.
-would be thumbing his way across the country?
No friends looking for him. No relatives.
We only think I'm a doctor. We know you are.
What do you suggest?
You sure you want that?
Yeah, I'm sure.
All right.
I think your mind is hiding something from you.
I think you don't want to remember who you are.
You don't want to be that person any longer.
You might even have been subconsciously seeking
an accident
A mechanism that would drop a curtain over a memory
too horrible for your conscience.
A blow on the head.
Escape into blackness.
Actually self-inflicted.
Except this is no escape, doctor.
It's like being at the bottom of a well.
Yes, and you're fighting it.
So you're going to come out of it someday.
You'll be a lot better off to come out of it under control.
Your control?
Yes, why not?
Why do you take all of this interest, doctor?
Is it curiosity or does it come under the heading of research?
Why, both.
I might even present a paper.
That's what I am to you?
A statistic for a medical report?
Doctor- No, no.
Maybe I'm not a doctor.
Maybe I'm-
an ambulance driver.
All right.
A doctor, any doctor,
spends a long time learning the rules of nature
and what happens when those rules are broken.
Now that was eight years for me,
and I scrubbed floors.
Now, I'm good at what I do.
In fact, I'm the best. I have to be.
Now suppose I let you become a person in my life,
and suppose later on I found out that you were a doctor.
A doctor who blew it.
The rules say that I would naturally despise you,
and that I'd probably somehow, subconsciously,
try to bust your bucket.
Well, now, I don't want to do that.
So I don't care about the person.
Is that clear?
I wonder if...
You wonder what?
If I ever felt the same way?
No.
No, I'd say you felt sorry for someone.
An illegal operation, perhaps,
or a mercy killing.
Something that also broke the laws of man.
What do you want me to do?
Well, I could stimulate your memory.
Force the curtain back.
With drugs?
Pentothal, for example.
All right.
You're willing?
Yes.
All right.
Excuse me.
You have a Mr. Johnson employed here?
A Fred Johnson?
Disabled.
Dishwasher.
Hurry it up, miss, we're busy.
My name is Ruskin.
From the Social Welfare Bureau.
We have an amnesia victim at the hospital.
Your headache's gone.
You'll be able to talk to me now.
Your mind is free. No restraints.
Memories will begin to come back.
You're the eighth person I've seen today.
The last possibility.
Would you just look at this picture?
No, I don't know the guy.
All right.
Thank you.
Maybe you can remember your father's name.
John.
Your mother's name?
Elizabeth.
Your name?
Dick.
Good, Richard.
We're getting somewhere now.
Richard.
Dr. Richard...?
The last name, Richard.
You know it.
All right. All right, Richard.
Are you married?
Is there a girl? Your wife?
Yes.
No, I-
I mean no.
Well, which is it, Richard?
Yes or no?
No.
You were married?
Yes.
Did she die?
Richard, did your wife die?
All right. All right, easy.
Easy, Richard.
Relax.
That's it.
Are there any children?
Do you have a daughter, son?
None. N-nothing. No.
All right. No children.
I-
I wanted to... adopt.
I wanted to adopt children.
I-I wanted to have other people's children.
My own child.
Richard, are you a pediatrician?
Yes.
Yes, so you see, doc.
My own child.
Discuss it.
I-I- I didn't say anything about divorce, Helen.
I said child.
I- Had an interest in adopt-
It's all right. It's all right, Richard.
Lie back.
Relax. It's all right.
That's it.
Can you hear me?
Yes. All right.
You're back there now.
Now, go on.
Tell me about the argument.
No.
Yes. Yes, Helen is there with you.
You're arguing with her.
Tell me about it, Richard. Let it out now.
N-no.
No.
Just rest easy.
What happened?
We'll talk about it.
No, now. I want to know now.
All right.
You are a doctor.
A pediatrician.
You were married.
Your wife is dead.
Maybe you were glad that she died.
Maybe that's the guilt you carry around on your back.
How did she die?
Well, we'll come to that later.
Police Department?
Give me Homicide.
No.
Well, why call me?
I have no authority to keep him here.
Yes, yes, the superintendent.
Yes, I'll refer that to him right away.
What is it, doctor?
Your Mr. Barlow.
His name is Richard Kimble.
He's a doctor.
He killed his wife.
He couldn't.
Remember reading about it?
He was convicted in Indiana.
He blamed a stranger.
A cripple, I believe.
With one arm?
Yes, something like that.
I've been looking for something like that all afternoon.
I talked to eight one-armed men.
One is the right one.
Isn't that a bit romantic?
It must be true.
The guilty one called the police.
Sergeant Lascoe took fingerprints, Miss Ruskin.
I'm certain that's the way he learned the truth.
Did he say?
No, but the assumption that you found the guilty man
in one afternoon is ridiculous.
Now, listen to me.
We have the guilty man.
He's a fugitive and he's dangerous.
Now, this time we've done our duty
both medically and morally.
This time we can agree. Okay?
Maybe.
Good. Now, you tell Sergeant Lascoe, when he comes,
about the men you found.
He'll know what to do.
Hello, this is Dr. Towne.
Would you get the superintendent for me, please?
Is something wrong, Miss Ruskin?
Here get dressed.
What's this?
Don't ask questions.
Now, what is this? Do you know who I am?
You're Dr. Richard Kimble.
You're convicted of murder
and they're coming to get you right away.
Murder? Who?
Your wife.
I killed my wife?
Look, doctor, if I thought you were guilty,
I wouldn't be here right now.
Dr. Towne was right.
Will you listen to me?
If they catch you they'll execute you.
They'll kill you, do you understand?
Yes.
Then put these on.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
Excuse me.
I-I'd, uh, like to look at some back newspapers, please.
How far back?
Starting about two years ago.
Right back there in the file room.
Thank you.
Hello again.
I spoke to one of your employees last night.
A Mr. Johnson.
Johnson?
Whatever he calls himself, he's a bum.
Right in the middle of the busiest part of the night
he goes out for a smoke.
That's the last I see of him.
I think he may have had good reason
for running out on you.
Do you know where he lives?
These people come and go, miss.
Who knows?
Who asks? Who cares?
There'd be screaming night after night.
She kept pleading with him.
I heard her say "you want me dead. "
No. She's wrong.
The strands of hair under her nails
positively are those of her husband,
the defendant, Richard Kimble.
She screamed his name when she was being choked.
"Richard, Richard. "
She screamed it.
No neighbor, no passerby,
no motorist ever saw any one-armed man.
We've checked and re-checked.
There is no evidence of a one-armed man.
But there was. I saw him.
Have you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
How say ye?
We find the defendant guilty of murder
in the First Degree.
No.
Guilty
Guilty?
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
Guilty, guilty, guilty!
Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty!
Dr. Towne.
Well, doctor.
I couldn't go back to the hospital.
I had to see you.
Why?
You missed a few of the answers.
You were right about me, doctor. I-
I was trying to hide something.
Yes, I told you it would all come back to you.
I-it hasn't, doc.
I read about it in the papers.
What papers?
The public library.
Look, are you handing me a line?
No. I don't remember it.
I just read about it in the papers.
The verdict, the evidence.
I know I-
I could have done it.
All right, you want a clinical opinion?
I think you know that you did kill your wife.
You crave the punishment.
You're punishing yourself.
T-that's no good.
That's like reading it in the papers.
What are you asking for? Therapy?
Yes.
Turn yourself in.
No, that's suicide.
Where do you think you're headed?
You're going to wind up blowing your brains out.
Not with your help.
I-
I put my life in your hands.
You can't run out on me.
Oh, no, no.
Nobody's running out on you.
You ran out on yourself and on your profession.
And you think back.
I told you exactly what you could expect from me.
You said you didn't want to be a person in my life.
You said you'd wind up despising me.
But you know something, doctor, I think you're afraid of me.
I think you're afraid I'm gonna need a speck of humanity
and you don't have it to give.
Now, you run off and hide in your rules,
but I think you're a coward, doctor.
Kimble, you were a doctor
and you took a life.
Now, I may be a coward but I'm not a Judas.
Now, is that how it happened?
Is it?
Huh? An argument. Accusations.
You ran out of words and you grabbed her just like this?
Huh?
No, I-
Listen to me, Kimble.
If you do turn yourself in, it'll work in your favor.
The circumstances are different now.
There's a medical aspect to the case.
Your amnesia is genuine.
A clever defense attorney can use that.
He can use it to push the appeal that they denied you before.
They tried appeal- Listen to me.
Listen to what I'm trying to say.
They will not execute a man who does not know
that he's killed.
Let me drive you downtown.
Let me take you to Sergeant Lascoe.
He understands these things.
No, I'll go back. I-
I'll go back to Stafford where it began.
There's a detective there. Gerard.
He knows the case.
I-I'll call him and tell him I'm coming in.
You'll never make it.
I'll make it if you'll lend me 20 bucks
and drive me to the railroad station.
Get in.
Get down in the back.
It's all over. He wants you to forget it.
That's the only reason I promised to tell you.
Forget it. He's gone.
You're out of it.
How could you possibly tell him to give himself up?
I couldn't leave a murderer free to walk the streets.
But you lied to him.
His amnesia won't get him a hearing.
It might, but that's beside the point.
I did what should have been done.
And you never dirtied your lily-white uniform,
did you, doctor?
Oh, I lent the man 20 bucks.
I drove him to the train station.
How much more involved do you want me to get?
Listen, if you so much as hint
that I talked to that man
without reporting it to the police,
I'll be arrested.
I'll lose my license.
Is that what you want?
Two defrocked doctors?
I don't care about you, doctor.
Hello, Decatur Terminal?
Would you give me the time for the next departure for Stafford?
Well, when was the last one?
Oh, thank you.
He's got to be on that 8:45 train.
Well, what do you int-
Miss Ruskin.
I'd like to-
I'd like to call, uh, Stafford, Indiana, p-please.
Phil, Mm-hm.
here's a contribution to your scrapbook.
Yeah? What is it?
Possible identification on Richard Kimble.
Fingerprints turned up.
A hospital in Decatur.
Why would he let them take his fingerprints?
Well, when? I wanna know when.
Yes?
For you, lieutenant.
Who's calling?
He won't say.
Uh, he won't say?
It's from Decatur.
From where?
Decatur.
Well, all right, put him through.
It's Decatur. Maybe they've got him.
Lt. Gerard,
this is Richard Kimble.
I understand you've been looking for me for some time.
Is this some kind of joke? Who is this?
No, this is Richard Kimble. I-
I only have a few minutes.
My train's about to leave.
I-I'm- I'm coming in.
I'm turning myself over to you.
Have this call traced.
Go on, Kimble, tell me about it.
I've been told that
if I come in by myself
it would be much easier on me.
I understand I may have to accept punishment, and...
My train should arrive about 11:43 your time.
Kimble, what is this?
You're confessing to me after all this time?
Well, you see, I've had this accident,
and my mind isn't really working that properly.
The call's coming from Decatur all right.
All right, Kimble, we'll meet your train.
Kimble, are you still there?
What do you make of it?
Sounds phony to me, Phil.
He admitted it for the first time.
He admitted it.
Does he expect us to be waiting in a train depot while he
takes off in the opposite direction?
Maybe he's laying the groundwork for an insanity plea.
"Please come and get me. "
Well, I'll come and get him all right.
But I won't wait for that train.
Here. We could board the train here.
It should pass Marshfield in approximately 78 minutes.
With a police escort we can get you there in an hour.
Richard!
We're turning. Look out!
Richard, look at me.
You've got to get off this train right now.
He said I can't run anymore.
Forget what Dr. Towne told you.
You're innocent.
Don't lie to me.
I have proof.
I saw the one-armed man.
I said don't lie to me.
Richard, let go.
All right, you two board up front.
You take the back.
Check every car and get the train moving again.
At your trial, you said it was a one-armed man
who killed your wife.
Well, I spoke to him.
He recognized your picture.
He must have called the police.
They said I made him up.
But I didn't. I saw him.
I remember. I saw him.
I saw him too.
When I got home she-
She was already...
Miss Russell, I- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
Ruskin.
Margaret Ruskin.
You'd better get off this train soon.
Go on.
What is it?
Step aside, please. What's the trouble, officer?
MAN Miss Ruskin, telephone please.
Miss Ruskin. Telephone.
Hello, Miss Ruskin.
Thank you.
Hello?
Hello.
Richard, are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
I wanted to tell you that things
are starting to come back.
Not all of it yet, but...
One thing is clear. I know I didn't kill my wife.
I was so afraid you hurt yourself when you jumped.
I've been watching the newspapers.
Well, I- I knew you'd worry.
That's why I wanted to call you.
I'm glad you did.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Dr. Towne,
he remembers that he didn't kill her.
Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee.
Some will believe him, some will not.
Some will change their beliefs.
But most important, he again believes in himself.
He again has the will to run,
and for a fugitive,
this instinct is survival.
No. Oh, please don't leave me.
Please, you don't know the harbor. Please.
Carla, I can't take you with me.
Oh, no, please.
You need me, you'll get caught.
Maybe I will, but they won't hurt you.
I want 'em to find you here, safe.
Kimble.
No, Papa, no.
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 in tonight's story:
Brenda Scott,
Tim O'Connor,
Joe De Santis.
ANNOUNCER:
Hey, Tonino, what's the horn for?
Tuna's running. Just heard it on the radio.
Hey, tuna.
The tuna is running You hear that?
Tuna.
Little fishing villages that dot the coastline
are like the sea that sustains them:
capricious.
Sometimes cordial,
sometimes angry, dangerous.
Tonight, the village of Puerto Viejo
will be festive.
Handyman Jeff Parker rooms in the warehouse loft.
He's had a pleasant month here.
But he's made no commitments, for it's only a matter of time
till he has to move on.
Parker is a fugitive.
Where's the handkerchief?
Who got it?
Hey, you got it, Carla.
Choose, huh? Make a choice.
Get ready, Miguel.
Get back, everybody.
You got him good, Carla.
Dance, dance with her, Jeff. You get a kiss.
Hey.
Oh, I don't know how it goes.
I can show you.
All right, what do I do?
Put your fingers on my shoulders.
You learn quick.
Kiss him, Carla.
Kiss him.
Ey.
I'm happy to see my people having a fiesta all night long.
What makes you so happy tonight, huh?
The tuna is running again, Joe. I heard it on the radio.
Yeah, that's right. The tuna's running again.
Go home. Go to bed, you old fool.
I guess you're right.
How am I gonna take my boat chasing tuna,
5:00 tomorrow morning?
Myself?
With my whole crew asleep home in bed?
Five, six days, you're gonna be out there fishing.
You wanna stay up all night? Stay up catching fish.
You wanna celebrate? Okay.
But I'll tell you when.
Now, go home.
Go to bed before I break somebody's head.
Carla, you go to bed too. It's late.
No, Papa, it's not late.
Don't, Miguel.
Carla, I want to see you.
Stop bothering me.
No, I want to talk to you right now.
Leave me alone, Miguel.
You listen to what I have to say.
Why is it, for the first time,
you did not choose me at the dance tonight?
Have I changed? Is there something different about me?
I wait this whole night
for you to get the scarf so that you will choose me.
Why is it you don't?
Parker,
you like my daughter Carla pretty good, yeah?
She's a beautiful girl, Joe.
She's only just 15 years old.
No mama to watch out for her.
She does need a woman's advice.
You know, Parker,
I don't want to make trouble for you.
But, uh, I got the state prison in one direction,
the border that way, smugglers off the coast.
Now, that's the kind of guys come to Puerto Viejo
same like you.
Now, mostly I say to them
"Anda, move on. "
You, I trust. I put you to work.
Sure, sometimes I see you get nervous
when the sheriff patrol comes around,
but that's okay with me. I trust you.
But I'm not stupid.
Understand, Parker?
If you trust me, Joe, why do you bring it up?
You're a good man. You do your job.
But don't chase after my Carla.
Have you seen me chasing?
You smile at her, you talk to her,
you make it easy, she come to you.
Tonight, I see with my own eyes.
Huh? You gonna deny?
She asked me to dance, Joe.
You gonna blame it on the girl?
No blame, no denial.
Is that clear?
Now, Parker, don't chase after my Carla.
You come around one more time,
I'm gonna shove this down your throat.
Ever since he came you act like I am the stranger.
He is the stranger.
Me, you know all your life.
Miguel, go away and stop acting
like some silly little kid or something.
If you don't, I'll just scream.
Jeff?
I...
I wanted to, uh-
Well, to say how sorry I am
about the way everything happened out there
in-in front of everybody and everything.
I'm sorry we didn't get to finish our dance.
I didn't get a chance to thank you for asking me.
Gave me a chance to join in the fun.
And my father just bursting in like that-
Honestly, it's-it's ridiculous.
I think he has a big responsibility.
Oh, yes, I know.
But, I mean, you know, just because I always played
with Miguel when I was little, well,
that doesn't mean I have to choose him for everything.
You know, uh,
Miguel's always bothering me,
wanting to kiss me.
So ridiculous.
Well, he likes you a lot.
Still,
if a woman doesn't want a man to kiss her then he shouldn't try.
But if she does, then he should know it.
Well, I think Miguel will learn that.
Honestly, I don't see how you can go around
understanding everybody else so well.
Carla, I want to walk you home.
We'll have a talk.
See, I'm going to leave Puerto Viejo tonight.
Leave?
Look, Carla, I want you to-
What did my father say to you?
It has nothing to do with your father.
I'm leaving because of something that happened a long time ago.
Oh, it's only Pablo,
drunk again as usual.
Hey, Pablo, wake up.
Go home.
Usually, we just throw cold water on him.
Pablo. Wake up.
Is he sick?
Carla, uh,
go tell your father to meet me at Pablo's shack, hm?
Go on.
Parker?
What's going on?
Pablo's dead.
I think it's bubonic plague.
Hey, how come you was with Carla when you found him?
I thought I told you to stay away from Carla.
Joe, I'd be a hundred miles away from here by now
if it weren't for this.
Now, understand me. I think Pablo died of the plague.
What do you know about the Plague? You're no doctor.
Then call a doctor. Call the Public Health Department.
I gotta sail tomorrow morning.
What's the matter, tryin' to louse me up?
If I don't sail, I don't get no fish.
Joe,
half your town may be sick.
One case of this is an epidemic.
Okay, Parker. Okay.
Crazy drunken fool.
I told you once, I told you a hundred times.
Now, look, Parker,
if I call the Public Health they're gonna say one word:
Quarantine.
I gotta stay. You gotta stay.
You wanna stay, maybe the cops come.
They ask a lot of questions- Where everybody been?
Me, I know one thing, them tuna fish ain't gonna wait.
It's a lousy way to die, Joe.
Look, maybe somebody in town is gonna get it, maybe not.
If they quarantine, I lose, you lose.
Whatever you did, I don't care.
I like you, yeah?
You wanna get out of my town,
I help you pack your things.
You gotta report it, Joe.
All right, tomorrow morning,
after I sail, somebody reports.
Tonight, you got no choice.
You got a choice.
You get out of my town, that's your choice.
You go up to your room,
you pack up your things and you get out,
or I break you with my hands.
Operator, uh, give me the nearest office
of the Public Health Service, please.
All right,
better get your guys out of here right away.
Now, do everything you have to to keep this town sealed off.
There's only one road from the highway.
The roadblocks will be simple. That's good.
What are you people?
What are you trying to do here, huh?
Good morning. Good m-
We're from Public Health. We're quarantining your town.
Jeff Parker.
That scum. He called them, huh?
Oh, no, Papa, he didn't. No.
Yes, I did.
Parker, you dirty scum.
I told you get to get out of my town.
Now, look, I'm gonna sail my boat
or I'm gonna kill somebody.
Now, you get out of here, Parker, you get out-
Wait a minute. W-w-what are you getting mad at this man for?
He saved your town.
Now, look, you tell your men to get away from my boat.
I'm gonna sail for tuna.
Right through the Harbor Patrol and the Coast Guard and all?
Now, listen- Now, you listen to me.
Nobody leaves this town.
Not in any way or for any reason for the next seven days.
If you try it, I'll lock you up.
Now, look,
do me the favor, huh?
This been a very bad year.
Me and my people, we owe a lot of money.
Me, I could lose the boat.
Now, please, let me sail, will you?
Look, me and my men,
we could be on the boat a hundred miles away,
a week, 10 days-
Same thing like quarantine, no?
No.
Joe, this is Dr. Davis.
He examined Pablo.
It's bubonic plague, in spades.
You and I were in the shack.
If anyone gets it, we've got the best chance.
And Carla.
She shook him trying to wake him.
You, doctor,
you're not gonna let my daughter get sick like that.
I guess I'd better give you inoculations.
Can't you wait on that?
Okay.
Why don't you tell the rest of your fly-casters
that I'm gonna need all the help I can get.
Come on, in a week, if we're lucky,
it's all history.
Are you opposed to inoculations?
Oh, no, I-I just happen to know that, uh,
the vaccine for this is-
Well, it makes people sick.
Well, you do get around, don't you?
I worked in a hospital once.
Good, good. I'm gonna need a lot of help.
The first thing you do is get a couple of guys
to clean this room out.
We'll spray it,
and we'll use the storeroom as a dispensary
and a fumigation depot.
I'm gonna call for some supplies.
Now, you had better be careful.
Keep hangin' around him, there's going to be trouble.
Now, you read the instructions, use the insecticide.
Use plenty of it, all around the house.
Anyone has a sore throat, a fever, swollen glands,
get in touch with us, all right?
All right, that's fine.
If you know anybody else that hasn't been examined,
you send them down here right away.
There you are.
Read the instructions, use the insecticide
around the house, use plenty of it.
Anyone has a sore throat, swollen glands,
doesn't feel well, you get in touch with us, huh?
Tell the children to use the soap.
Hi.
Dr. Davis says rest is the most important thing.
I haven't seen you stop in three whole days.
Well, you ought to practice what you preach, young lady.
Papa says you're afraid of something. Are you?
Well, everybody's afraid of something.
But you didn't leave.
You stayed in Pablo's shack so that nobody could get in.
It turned out to be a wasted effort.
Nobody tried.
Still, if you should get it because of that it-
Well, then it would be like-like
you're really not afraid of anything.
Carla, men are not supposed to be afraid-
Oh, I know, I know.
But, you know, doctors, they're really not.
They're not afraid of anything.
Even if I should get it.
You're not afraid you have it, are you?
Oh, no.
No, but if I should,
I wouldn't be afraid,
because you'd be there, wouldn't you?
I would be there.
Here, drink your coffee.
Yes, ma'am.
No, Parker isn't here.
He said he was gonna spray the whole dock-front
and that's, uh- That's a big territory.
My daughter with him?
Yeah, yeah. His dinner was getting cold
so I sent her to find him.
So that's who you are?
Who'd you think I was?
I dunno. A man from Mars or something.
I took you some supper but Dr. Davis said
that you hadn't gotten back yet.
Well, he's usually right.
That's very heavy, isn't it?
It was a lot heavier a couple days ago.
I'm gettin' used to it now.
Hey. What?
Let's go for a boat ride.
All you do is slide it down the bank.
It's Tonino's. Tonino does it all the time by himself.
But not under quarantine.
Well, that's almost over.
Come on.
If you're afraid of what Papa might think-
What papa already thinks.
I'm old enough to know who I like.
My mother was married when she was my age.
Uh...
You know, I'm practically 16.
Oh, it's ridiculous.
Do you remember your mother?
Very well.
I don't very well.
But I remember when she died.
It was in-in this great big,
shiny, white hospital,
and it was way up high.
Oh, the highest I've ever been.
And I...
I-I just felt like I could look down
and just see everything.
And then Papa came in and picked me up
and carried me out,
and I looked at mama.
Oh...
I thought I was gonna be scared,
but I wasn't.
Because there was a doctor there.
He was standing right next to her.
Oh, I wonder what it's like
to work in a clean, white hospital.
Dr. Davis says that you did once.
What did you do?
It was just a temporary job.
Oh.
Must've been just wonderful though.
Yes, it was.
Hey, wouldn't it be wonderful
if-if I could be a nurse
and you could be a doctor
and we could go around to all the little dirty towns like-
Like Puerto Viejo and wherever people needed us
and-and I could wear a white dress and...
And you wouldn't even really have to
be in love with me or anything.
Well, you're right, Carla, to separate the make believe
from the "being in love" part.
Carla, you can't be happy pretending to be in love.
I'm not pretending.
Is that what you think?
In 36 hours, Dr. Davis is going to lift this quarantine.
I'll have to leave.
Yes, I think you're pretending. I think it's not very real
for you to be in love with somebody
who just drifted into town who's twice your age.
Big lecture.
Just because you're afraid I want you to kiss me.
No kiss,
I'm sorry.
Jeff, I didn't mean afraid.
Carla, your love and affection are very precious things.
They'll never mean more to you or to anyone
than they do right now.
Now, if you're going to offer them to someone,
offer them to someone who can share them with you.
Someone you know, someone you can trust.
I trusted you.
How do you know what your kiss might have meant to me?
You just don't go around experimenting with strangers.
Experimenting?
Carla, there are- Oh, let me go.
Carla. Leave me alone.
No, no, no, we looked there.
I don't know.
Uh, listen, thank you, thank you.
Goodbye.
Carla. Leave me alone.
Carla, what has he done to you?
Leave me alone.
It was Parker, wasn't it?
Oh, let me go, Miguel.
Your father's been looking all over this town for you.
So are you going to leave it all up to my father, Miguel?
All what?
I'm supposed to be your girl, Miguel.
Oh, yes, you're supposed to be, but you're always with him.
So why couldn't you be a man and stop him?
I didn't think anything
really was going to happen.
Well, it did.
Miguel...
Miguel, if you really liked me,
you'd go out and get him for this.
You'd fight for me.
You'd just go out there and get him.
I will, Carla, I will.
Joe.
Joe, it's Carla.
What?
Well, she's here.
You see, it happened.
Parker.
Sorry, mister, nobody's allowed to come through.
You in charge of the roadblock?
Me, I'm Joe Vardez.
Oh, sure, I've seen you.
I want to report on a guy we got in town.
He hurt my daughter.
Who is it?
He goes by the name of Jeff Parker,
but I dunno.
I think he's some kind of a crook
trying to hide from the cops.
Carla, take it, will you?
Carla.
Hello.
Yes, this is Joe Vardez.
Well, you may have lost your tuna, Mr. Vardez,
but you caught yourself a shark.
You turned out to be a pretty good detective.
You mean J-Jeff Parker?
Yeah.
Oh, you took his fingerprints, huh?
I thought he might make a habit of chasin' little girls,
so I, uh- I had him checked out at headquarters.
Found out who he really is.
Yeah, who?
Doctor what?
Yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah, okay.
Jeff Parker.
He's a doctor.
A doctor?
Yeah, all the time, he's a doctor.
Kimble, Richard.
Wait. Wait, Carla.
Carla.
Five o'clock.
Six o'clock tomorrow morning, I've got to let them take you.
That's when the quarantine is over.
Thirteen hours and you've had it, doctor.
What is that "doctor," some kind of a needle?
You have a very Freudian personality.
I mean, you knew you were going to be caught here.
In the quarantine, yes.
Now, I would have been long gone.
I don't think you would, doctor.
If I knew I killed somebody?
Now, that's an interesting puzzle.
Hm.
Is he trying to atone for taking a life by saving others,
or is he proven innocent by innocent faith in outcome?
What kind of grades did you get in Abnormal Psych?
Jeff.
Carla, you stay away from him.
Let me go, Let me go.
What's going on here? Hold on, young lady.
Jeff, I'm sorry.
It's all my fault. I'm sorry.
That's all right, Carla.
I didn't know, I-I didn't know.
Now, you listen to me, Carla...
Vardez- You shut your face.
Now, listen to me.
Okay, mister, you tell my daughter.
He's a murderer,
he's dangerous, Carla.
He is not.
Papa, Papa, he never touched me.
He nev-?
But Miguel told me-
I lied to Miguel to get even.
Whether he did anything to you or not, Miss,
won't change anything.
He is a murderer.
I was convicted and sentenced.
Why didn't you tell me who you were?
Understand me,
he's been sentenced to die.
He's a doctor.
Oh, please.
Please, don't you see?
He never touched me.
He was good to me.
He was kind to me.
Please don't let them do this to him.
Please help him.
Carla, nothing can happen to him
while he's under the quarantine,
but after 6:00 in the morning,
I have no more authority over him or anyone else.
Please. Please help him.
Look, Carla, there's nothing he can do.
But he's a doctor.
You're a doctor.
You're both doctors.
Carla,
I try to think about you, you know?
No, Papa, you were scared to face him yourself.
Me, scared? I could kill that man with my two hands.
That's why I go for the cops. I don't wanna kill nobody.
You did, Papa. You did.
No, Carla, I just-
Miguel ran to you, you ran to the cops.
It's the same thing, scared.
What's the matter, you talk to your father like that?
You sick or something?
Carla...
You take her temperature?
I don't got no thermometer, but, uh, to me,
her face feels hot like a stove.
All right, young lady,
let's take a look at that throat of yours, hm?
Leave me alone.
The throat. Open up. Leave me alone.
Come on, now, stop that.
Open up. come on.
Stop yelling and crying for about an hour,
and you might get well in a hurry.
You know how to use a thermometer?
I'll leave this one with you.
It might be just emotional upset.
Under the tongue.
You take her temperature at 7, 7:30 and 8.
And you, young lady, you get into that bed
and you stay there until I tell you to get up.
Hello, Davis.
I took her temperature again, it's higher up.
My daughter's scared, doc, and maybe me too.
Papa.
Papa, tell him, please.
She want that Parker, that Dr. Kimble to come.
I don't care, she want him, you bring him.
You want, you can bring the cop too.
Okay.
How is she?
It's hard to tell.
She wants you to come.
Hey, wait a minute.
He's a prisoner.
He's a doctor.
He's got no license.
He's got an educated opinion.
He stays here.
Now, look, if she's got it,
we're all gonna be here seven more days,
and I can't do it all.
He comes with me.
All right, get on your feet.
A hundred and one and a half.
I'll have some tests flown up to the lab.
They ought to let us know by noon tomorrow.
Will Dr. Kimble be here then?
Yes, he will.
Until 6 in the morning, then he goes with me.
Negative, everybody stays until those lab reports come back.
You're going to extend the quarantine?
I have to. Excuse me.
Will you have to examine me again?
At 12:00 and 5:00 in the morning
Dr. Davis will be here.
I don't want Dr. Davis.
I want you.
Look, Carla, I'll come if they let me.
You get some sleep.
Don't worry, everything will be fine.
Come on, doctor, it's time to get up.
Time to hit the good old deck.
What time is it? It's 5 a. m.,
so be about.
Cheer up. It's time to do good in the world.
Unlock him, take him down to see his patient.
He'd say she had it even if she hasn't.
Keep him out of the death house seven more days.
That's ridiculous.
The lab report will be here by noon.
If she hasn't got it, we'll know.
Come on, you.
Now turn this way a little.
Say, could you hold that lamp up, please?
All right, you can turn the lamp off.
Carla.
Operator,
get me the sheriff's office.
Carla, go on back. I know which way to go.
I want you to say you were kidnapped.
Later, I will.
Look, there are no big, white hospitals in my life.
That's what I was trying to tell you when we found Pablo.
There's nothing to share with anyone.
No.
No, you have to hurt me to make me leave you now.
Come on.
Look in every building.
Remember, he's got the cop's gun.
And he's got my daughter too.
Miguel, Tonino, you go that way.
You, you come with me.
It's locked with a chain.
The gasoline. We'll come back for it.
Get the doors.
Miguel, what'd you find?
Nothing.
How about the beach?
The garage where you store your boat.
No, Vardez went down there to look.
Let's try the sand dunes.
No. Oh, please don't leave me.
Please, you don't know the harbor. Please.
Carla, I can't take you with me.
Oh, no, please.
You need me, you'll get caught.
Maybe I will, but they won't hurt you.
I want 'em to find you here, safe.
Kimble.
No, Papa, no.
You got the key?
Unlock that handcuff, quick.
You ain't got much time.
Joe,
if you think I ever hurt your daughter, then shoot me.
Papa, please.
Papa, he didn't do anything. Let him go.
Please.
Kimble...
take my daughter and get out of here.
I see you come in here,
I point my gun straight at you,
I'm gonna kill you,
but I can't shoot.
I gotta make up my mind, you good or you bad.
If you bad, I'm gonna kill you.
But I can't shoot.
Go on, Take her out of here.
You don't want to run like this, Carla.
Away from Puerto Viejo?
Yeah.
Give her a chance someplace in the world.
She fight for you, she lie for you.
Just like her mama did for me.
She love you that much.
Take that chance.
She don't belong to me no more.
Papa?
You gonna be happy with him.
Go on.
Your mama die in this town.
Carla, I...
I couldn't have come this far without you.
I have to go on alone.
This is your home.
I...
I want my kiss.
Well, I, uh-
I guess I made, uh, a big problem
out of that before, didn't I?
We grownups sometimes get things a little mixed up.
Well, kids too.
I-I hope you can be a doctor again somewhere.
Oh, Papa, I love you.
Ah, ah.
All right.
You take aspirin and you stay in bed for the rest of the day.
You've got a dilly of a cold coming on.
Which must be what was wrong with you last night.
Complicated, of course, by being hauled out
in the cold by this Kimble person.
Yeah, she didn't even have no coat.
Can you imagine?
Forcing her to go with him like that.
Yeah. That's awful.
Also, he left town at 5:30 a. m. this morning
and the quarantine wasn't up until 6.
He broke the law.
How's the girl?
Well, she's suffering from exposure
so go easy on her.
Is-is there any news?
Found the motorboat, empty.
Everyone makes a joke about the fish that got away.
But not this time, huh?
Not this time.
Somewhere far ahead in the distance and time
lies a harbor of many names:
safety, love,
security, peace.
Meantime, the only haven for Richard Kimble
is the freedom to move,
and remain a fugitive.
You and me are taking off tonight.
I've got some gear for camping and I hid it behind the gym.
We're going to the mountains.
You ran away before, Sean, and you know that doesn't work.
This time it's gonna work.
I've got the keys to the station wagon.
I've got you to drive.
We'll leave tonight, as soon as it gets dark.
They won't even miss the car till Monday.
Well, you are out of luck, son.
Give me those keys!
Look, I'd do anything in the world for you
as a friend, but not this way.
You double-crosser!
I hate you!
You're just like all the rest!
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 in tonight's story:
Edward Binns,
Brett Somers.
ANNOUNCER:
After a while,
one town is much like any other.
And even a man running from the law
must pause occasionally for the routine of everyday life.
But for Richard Kimble,
everyday life is anything but routine.
Hey.
What's the matter?
I lost my quarter.
Boy, am I gonna get it.
Hey.
Is that it?
Yeah. Thanks.
All right, Gus, give it back.
I'm warnin' you-
It's- It's not important. It's just a quarter.
Gus didn't lose any quarter.
It's just an act he puts on to get money out of people.
That's a pretty good act.
He's always doing things like that.
Is he your brother?
Naw, she hates me.
We're from Valley Village.
Oh?
It's just outside of town.
It's a child care center, like an orphanage,
only some of the kids have parents.
I have to look after Gus a lot.
Hey, what's going on?
I don't know.
It's the market. They held up the market.
Move it down that way to the left.
All right, everybody back!
Keep down!
You two men,
move in, span out.
They're out here somewhere.
Know what he looks like, sarge?
They wore masks. Just make sure nobody gets out.
5-7, 5-7, come in.
Cover the left over there, cover the exits!
5-7, 5-7, come in.
Yeah, put Charlie on the horn will ya?
Here. Tell him to get those men down here.
Yeah.
Well, as far as we can tell, three of them.
They're dangerous, so be careful.
Mm-hm. Was somebody really shot?
Yeah, the assistant manager of the market was wounded.
My partner, Ray Weatherby, he's dead.
Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.
Well, we're covering every road.
State police are sending men.
We're putting a copter in the air
in case they try climbing out of the valley.
We'll run 'em down. We'll run 'em down good and proper.
I hope so.
Well, kids, get in the car.
Hey, kids, don't forget your laundry.
Here, and don't drop it in the dirt.
Who's shoe is-?
Now, don't scream, Kathy.
You remember me, don't you?
At the Laundromat?
What're you doing here?
You one of the robbers?
No, Gus, I'm-
Well, I was with you when that happened, remember?
But why'd you run away?
Why'd you hide in our car?
Well, Kathy, that's a little hard to explain.
Look, I know you believe
that I'm not one of the men that held up that store.
I know, but-
I-I'd better go.
Can you do me a favor?
Don't tell anyone about me.
You see, all I want to do is get out of here and get away.
I won't bother anyone, I promise.
We could tell them you were with us.
No, that might not be any good.
You see, maybe they won't believe you.
It would be better if you just didn't say anything,
then nobody'd ask.
You see, Kathy, I'm a stranger,
and the police are looking for the men that held up that store,
and they were strangers too, and-
All- All I want to do is just get away,
if you'll let me.
Thank you.
Sean, Sean! Can't you knock?
MAN And assistant market manager on the critical list.
A cordon of armed men has completely encircled...
We were right near the market. I could hear the shots.
"Pow, pow. "
And then this stranger hid in the back of the car.
What stranger?
Come on, I'll show ya.
There he is.
Is he one of the robbers?
Naw, he's just scared, Sean.
He just wants to get away.
From the cops?
I guess.
Hey, we're not the cops.
He shouldn't be scared of us.
Maybe we can use him.
Hold up here. Keep your eyes open.
Come on. I know where you can hide.
Who are you?
Gus told me. Now, come on.
In here, come on.
They always keep this locked, so nobody'll be around.
The gardener's gone to Selby for the day.
Thank you.
For what?
Helping me.
Don't worry about it, mister.
You'll be helping me.
We'll drag the area house-to-house
if we don't turn up with something soon.
Well, I'll double-check with the counselors
and talk to the staff, but I'm sure everybody's been alerted.
Try and keep the kids out of town.
I'd hate to see any of them in the way, in case of trouble.
All right. I'll, uh- I'll do what I can.
Sean!
Sean.
I've been looking for you all morning.
I've been around.
You know, uh, I didn't get much sleep last night,
thinking about what happens on Monday.
Mr. Kovaks, no one said you had to lose any sleep over me.
Look, Sean,
you're not just another number on a chart around here.
You are the only one you can spoil things for.
I'll be okay.
They're gonna call you before that committee on Monday.
Who cares?
I do, and I want you to.
And that's what they'll want,
to see that you really care about something.
Now, you're wanted here, Sean, but if you don't want to stay,
all you have to do is face them the way you're facing me now.
You show them defiance and scorn just one more time,
they're going to send you to Big S,
because that's the only thing they can decide.
You must be pretty sick, you know that?
Doing this job just so you can be a big man
around a bunch of little kids.
Hi. Sean said we should keep you company.
He's supposed to be right back.
Oh, he went to steal some food for you.
We have to go in to eat lunch pretty soon.
But, Kathy, I don't want him to steal things.
It ain't any trouble. It's fun.
The police have gone, I think.
I saw the car leave.
What are all those other cars?
Oh, those are parents and relatives.
Saturday's visiting day.
How long are you gonna stay?
Till it gets dark.
Everybody out.
The gardener's back.
Sean, what'll we do?
Head him off.
Just keep him busy so we can get out of here.
Come on.
Hi, Constantine.
Hey, what kind of plants are these anyway?
What kind of tools are these?
Hey, boy, I like the color of that sack there.
I wonder why they didn't paint that, uh, door over there
yellow, instead of green. I think it would look better.
Where are we going?
My room.
There's already been an inspection.
You'll be safe there until tonight.
Look, I'd better take my chances and go now.
You won't get as far as the gate.
I'll call you, and you start coming.
Okay.
Sean?
Who is your friend?
My Uncle Pat.
Miss Edmonds.
Well, this is quite a surprise.
Well, I thought I'd pay Sean a visit.
She's my house mother.
Sean has mentioned you,
a bit incredibly, but, uh,
I'd like to have a talk with you before you leave.
Is it all right if I show him around in my room?
You can do anything you want on visiting day, Sean,
but it's lunchtime.
Why don't you ask your uncle to eat with us?
Okay.
Well, I've had all sorts of jobs lately.
I-I guess Sean has kept you pretty well informed.
No, Mr. Thomas. In fact,
I didn't even know you've been writing to Sean.
Well, I-I can remember starting at least two letters, and-
I forgot to tell you, Miss Edmonds.
When I took off and went home a few months ago,
I found some letters.
Mister, are you really-?
Ow. Shhh, Gus.
Don't interrupt Sean's uncle.
Hey, how about some table manners?
What was it you wanted to ask, Gus?
Oh, excuse me, there's Mr. Kovaks.
Josh? Mm-hm?
That man over there is Sean's Uncle Pat.
Finally.
Listen, I haven't told him
that Sean is up for committee discipline yet.
We'll see.
Sean, do you want to introduce your uncle?
Well, sure.
Uncle Pat, this is Mr. Kovaks, head counselor.
How do you do?
We never really expected to see you.
Well, I, uh, just happened to be in the neighborhood.
Would you make a point of seeing me
before you take off again?
Mr. Kovaks, I told you he'd come back.
Yes, well, uh, after lunch.
All right.
Is, uh, this all you wanted to do?
Just take a walk, show me the grounds?
No, the walk is for me, Mr. Thomas.
I have to find some way to talk to you without anger.
Am I that, uh, provoking?
You know he made you into a substitute father.
He gave you more than most fathers ever have.
How can you walk out on a grieving child?
Well, I'm sorry about that.
No, no, don't say sorry to me.
That boy's life has been kicked to pieces.
It's too late for sorry.
Is that the fault of one man?
Who you going to blame it on? Fate?
His father is killed, his mother dies,
that's God's fault? Is that it?
Sometimes kids, uh, twist things out of proportion.
Proportion?
You desert a boy while his mother is dying,
at his most helpless moment,
and just because you come back, he forgives you.
Oh, no, no, mister. That's-
That's loneliness and desperation
out of all proportion.
Well, what's going to happen to Sean?
Mm. Maybe you can tell me.
He's afflicted with anti-social behavior.
The courts call it criminal, but to me,
it's a disease he caught from you.
If you don't help him now,
he's on his way to what the kids call "Big S,"
the State Mental Hospital at Selby.
Well, isn't that a little drastic for a 12-year-old kid?
He's run away from two foster homes.
From here, three times. He fights with everybody.
He's incorrigible, Mr. Thomas.
He doesn't care.
He has never shed one tear.
Well, I'll- I'll talk to the boy.
I'll see what I can do.
We have a couple of empty rooms here.
Maybe you could stay for a while.
I'm sorry. I can't do that.
You'd better-
Go ahead. You want to hit me?
Oh, yeah, big football hero.
You'd like it physical, wouldn't you?
No, but I get the feeling that you would, Mr. Kovaks.
You're looking for some kind of punishment
because you failed with Sean.
You know, all of a sudden, I get the impression
you're the intellectual type.
That's your option.
But Sean has always described you as a moose, a muscle.
Star fullback in a high school football team.
I played second string, sat on the bench.
That was long before Sean was born.
It's like you said,
he built me into something important.
What are you doin' here?
Sean, I know what you're planning.
How?
Why, it's not like spying.
If you get into any more trouble,
they'll send you away for sure.
I heard Miss Edmonds and one of the doctors talking.
You better not tell anybody, you understand?
I-I wouldn't, ever.
You know how I-
We were gonna go steady.
Yeah, yeah, I know.
Sean, if you have to go,
take me.
You're all right here, but moving around,
you'd just be a drag.
Please, Sean.
Bug off, will ya?
Lance, wait a minute. Is there something wrong?
Gosh, yeah.
Two of the hold-up men were seen on the other side of town.
Which means? There were three of them.
That third man could be in this area.
I'm bringing some extra men down to this end of town.
I want you people here to be extra careful.
Who said you could mess around with my stuff?
I said you could come in here, not mess around.
I'm sorry.
Hey, let me show you something real neat.
See that great big lion over there protecting his family?
Shut up, will ya, Gus.
I noticed that, yeah.
Animals, mister, just animals.
Hey, Sean, tell him about old Toby.
Guy, that's a real neat story.
Who's Toby?
That's his dog. He ran away.
Not from me, he didn't.
Well, what happened?
Why do you care?
They wouldn't let me bring him,
so I sold him to an old man.
He wouldn't stay, so he bit the old man.
Drew blood too.
Well, a dog's loyalty
sometimes depends on what you do for him.
I fed him, that's all.
Bet the old man fed him.
But you gave him love.
Bologna.
I didn't have to give him nothin'.
He was my dog and he knew it.
Shut up about my dog.
There's a cop outside.
You better stay here and do exactly what I say,
because if you don't, I'll tell him all about you.
Now, stay here.
Josh, why don't you get in? We'll take a look around.
Sean.
I told you to stay in my room.
Sean!
Gus, what are you doing in here?
Sean.
Mr. Thomas, would you come in here a minute, please?
Oh, Gus. You've broken the rules before,
but you've never really cheated.
Come on, now, what's going on here?
You know I always give credit for people who tell the truth.
I don't believe that Gus did this on his own.
I was just coming to tell you, Miss Edmonds.
We were walking by and we saw Gus climbing through the window.
Is that true, Mr. Thomas?
Oh, there's Mr. Kovaks and the policeman.
Maybe somebody told them.
Josh, may I see you a minute, please?
Gus, you know that oath we took?
You understand, don't you?
But Josh, I just can't believe this is Gus's fault.
Now Sean's beginning to involve other people.
He needs firm discipline, now.
Gus, why did you have to get into Miss Edmonds' office?
Was it money you were after?
Mr. Thomas, how do you think he managed to get in?
I wouldn't know.
A boy that age would need help.
Did you climb in by yourself, Gus?
Sergeant, this is Mr. Thomas, Sean's uncle.
Oh, so you belong to our little troublemaker.
He's made me earn my pay more times than once.
I've been hearing that.
We've been double-checking the area for any strangers.
There's a manhunt on for three killers,
but I guess you know that.
Any luck?
Well, we figure they're laying low until dark.
But we'll get 'em.
Josh, anything I can do?
No, I think I'll just take Gus into my office
for a little private conversation.
Gus.
Don't worry.
He won't squeal on you.
Yes, but you would, wouldn't you?
Yes, I would.
I used to care about you, Sean,
but it's hard to go on caring about someone so selfish.
Miss Edmonds, I think-. Mr. Thomas,
I have 20 children to protect.
Most of them are nice, sweet, cooperative youngsters like Gus.
I happen to think this boy is a bad apple.
Now, I know it's because nobody ever cared about him,
but it's too late now to cure it with loving kindness.
He needed firm, consistent discipline,
and he never got it. Not even here.
Sean, I think the Big S is the only place for you,
and I'm gonna do my best to see that you go there.
Mister?
I saw you in there.
What's gonna happen to Sean?
I don't know, Kathy.
Kathy, you know I'm not Sean's uncle.
It's not going to be long before they realize that.
I think I-
I just better go.
I know. I just-
What Miss Edmonds said,
that's where Sean belongs,
Big S.
Kathy,
you can help him,
if you could just get him to tell the truth
about what happened to Gus.
He'd never listen to me.
Anyhow, I don't care.
Are you sure you don't care?
Sean and-
And Gus are planning to run away tonight.
That's why Sean's been helping you,
'cause he needs you for something.
For what?
I don't know.
I-I told you, I don't care.
He'll get caught
and they'll send him away.
I don't care.
I got the impression that you and Sean
were sort of special friends.
Sean's nothing but
a big, fat drag.
Put the magazine down, Sean.
Now, pick it up and put it on that table.
You're gonna get tough with me?
Now, Kathy tells me that there's something you want my help with.
Dumb girl.
Now, if you want my help, you'll give me the respect
and the courtesy to listen to me.
I don't respect you.
You've done something wrong.
You're on the run.
Respect.
Yes, Sean, I'm on the run.
I was convicted of something I didn't do.
The man who really committed the crime ran out on me.
And you took the rap?
Mm-hm. It's a lot like what's happening to Gus, right now.
What am I, his father?
I mean, he's gonna get another lecture,
make another visit to the head shrinker.
Anyhow, isn't that how it happens?
The big guys sell out the little boys?
You ought to know better than me.
Listen, Sean, nothing's all one way.
Go ahead and talk.
You're still gonna do what I say,
'cause you know I'll turn you in if you don't,
and you're scared.
Yes, I'm scared,
but I'm used to that, Sean.
What really frightens me is what's going to happen to you.
Don't give me that.
You don't care about anyone but yourself.
You wouldn't help me for a second if I didn't force you to.
Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't.
You're never gonna know that, are you?
You know, helping kids used to be my profession.
I was a pediatrician.
A what?
Doctor for children.
Hey,
that's great.
If I get sick or something-
You're not kidding me now?
No, I'm really a doctor.
Well, if that isn't lucky.
'Cause you and me are leavin' tonight.
I got some gear for camping behind the gym.
We're taking off for the mountains.
You ran away before, Sean, it didn't work.
Yeah, but it will this time.
I got the keys to the station wagon
and I've got you to drive.
We'll leave tonight as soon as it gets dark.
They won't even miss the car till Monday.
I was gonna take Gus along, but he's too little, anyway.
What about Kathy?
Who needs her?
But she's a friend.
Sean, she looks up to you. She thinks you're about
the greatest thing that ever happened.
You know, the way you feel about your Uncle Pat.
What are you gonna do? Run out on her like he ran out on you?
Oh, who cares about her?
What does she ever do for me?
All I need is you to drive that car.
Well, you are out of luck, son.
Give me those keys!
Look, I'd do anything in the world for you as a friend,
but not this.
You better give me those keys or you're gonna be sorry.
I'm your Uncle Pat, remember?
You told everyone that.
Now all I have to do is walk out that door.
You double-crosser.
I hate you!
You're just like all the rest.
Sean.
Mr. Kovaks.
Sean, what's wrong?
I got something to tell you.
What is it? Well, go on. What is it?
It's my Uncle Pat.
Yes, what about him?
Well, he's not my uncle.
I never seen him before today.
Have you seen Sean anyplace? He's gone.
Where?
I saw him climbing over the fence, about 20 minutes ago.
He's probably headed for town.
If they catch him off grounds without permission, they'll-
I know.
He- He told Mr. Kovaks about you,
that you weren't his uncle.
Yeah, I thought he would.
You're not going to take the car?
Yes, Kathy.
I'll leave it where it can be found.
If you have any idea where he might've gone, Gus,
you tell me, for his sake.
I don't know, Mr. Kovaks, honest.
We made a pact.
Kathy won't tell me anything, Josh,
but the station wagon's gone. Kathy, dear-
Now, listen, I want both of you kids outside and don't go way.
Come on, come on.
For heaven's sakes, call the police.
They didn't leave together. I'm sure of that.
I'm not thinking about them. I'm thinking about you.
Now, there's a proper thing to do. Now, do it,
before you ruin your career.
That boy needs discipline, even if he doesn't need protection.
Oh, please, please, call the police.
You're right.
Your reasons are mostly wrong,
but you're right.
Sean.
Now, stop fighting.
Will you stop fighting everyone?
Just what's it to you? Just what's it to you?
It's a lot to me. I got my neck out a mile.
Why'd you stop me?
You're headed for more trouble
than you can possibly understand, Sean.
What's so bad about trying to get away
from a bunch of double-crossers?
They caught you before, Sean, they'll catch you again.
They haven't caught you.
No, they haven't caught me,
and I've been double-crossed too.
But a lot of people have helped me.
Now, I'm not just running away to play.
I'm trying to find the man that killed my wife.
I'll bet they let you go to her funeral.
Yes.
Well, not me.
Not my mom's or my dad's.
They said I- They said I could,
but then they said it was over.
They said I was too young.
Uncle Pat said wait until he got a drink,
and he'd buy me a new bicycle.
What a bunch of double-crossers.
Look, Sean, you-
You can't blame people for dying.
And if you go on blaming everyone
for what your Uncle Pat did,
you're never gonna find out
if anyone wants to be your friend.
Okay, let's say we are friends.
If I stay with you,
if you don't get caught, neither would I.
I'll do this much for you.
I'll do for you what I can't do for myself.
What?
Take you back.
You liar!
Double-crosser! Now, stop it.
Now, stop it, I don't want to hurt you. Now, stop it.
Okay, what're you gonna do?
I'm gonna take you back to Valley Village.
That's a lie.
You wouldn't dare go back.
Come on.
You got to be crazy.
Now, Sean,
you were right about me.
I was like all the rest.
Somebody's got to prove it to you,
and not just with words.
Let's go.
Run. Make a run for it.
It's too late for that now.
We'd like to have a talk with you, mister.
Go back to your room, Sean.
Do it, Sean. We're gonna take a little ride down to the station.
Good luck on Monday.
Uncle Pat, stop.
Stop.
Let go, son.
I won't let you. He is my uncle.
I lied, I lied.
Hold him.
Uncle Pat, no. No.
Please! Please!
Glen, let him go.
I thought you said you wanted him checked out?
Oh, that call finally came through.
I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas,
but after what Sean said, I had to check you out.
What about the car?
He borrowed it to take his nephew for a ride into town.
It's all right with us,
but you should have asked permission first.
Well, I'm sorry about that.
Everything's all right, then?
Yes, fine, fine.
Well, I've still got important things to do.
We got two of those men, but I got that third joker
to run down yet.
You didn't happen to, uh,
run into a short, stocky character, light hair?
No.
We'll get him. Good night.
Kathy, Gus. Come in here out of that night air.
Mr. Thomas is not gonna go off without saying goodbye to you.
Uncle Pat, are you going to stay?
No, Kathy.
Mr. Kovaks, can he stay just till Monday?
Monday?
Well, yeah. If the committee calls me in,
I feel like I'll need some help.
Sean, does that mean you'd really like to stay with us?
Well, I don't want to go to Big S.
I think you'll find the committee
pretty easy to talk to if you're sincere.
Uh, Mr. Thomas.
Come on, Kathy.
Before you, uh-
You see, I never met this Uncle Pat,
but before Sean came here I checked him out.
There was a string of arrests: drunk, assault, theft.
Tonight, that call.
He's serving a three-year term at Joliet.
I don't know who you are,
and I guess I don't want to know.
Thanks.
I'll get the car.
Goodbye, kids.
I'm going to miss you.
Me too.
Sean.
You'll write me?
I'll write to you, Sean.
Sean.
For Richard Kimble, there is still no end to his flight.
It could come tomorrow, or next year,
or never.
But tonight, Richard Kimble is almost content,
for having helped find a home, and an end to running
for another fugitive.
Ah. Leave him.
He's stays there.
Tod, for heaven's sake.
Be quiet.
Now this man can have any reasonable comforts
that don't endanger the rest of us.
Hey, Dad, you're a real tiger.
Stay away from him
until the police arrive.
Is that understood?
Well,
you certainly come on strong.
Maybe you'd be more comfortable on the bus.
No. I- I think it's kind of exciting out here.
Stop!
I could have shot you dead.
I tried to escape and you stopped me.
Now isn't that something to be proud of?
I'd like to turn you over alive.
But try another break and I'll kill you.
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 in tonight's story:
Lee Bowman,
Elizabeth Allen,
Phyllis Thaxter.
ANNOUNCER:
Hey.
Now, put it back.
It belongs to a friend of mine.
Catch, fink.
Never chase a thief.
Not if your own fear of capture
is probably greater than his.
Even in the fashionable remoteness
of Indian Lake Lodge,
that fear haunts this clerk, who calls himself Stu Manning.
In other times, Richard Kimble
might have enjoyed vacationing here.
But there is no vacation for a fugitive.
Who is it?
I'm almost afraid to say.
Get out of here, Stu.
I already have a headache.
Can I fix you a cup of coffee?
After last night? No thanks.
You'd probably poison it.
Now, I have no hard feelings about last night.
To prove that I'll even fix your tire for you.
My tire?
You've got a flat tire.
Here, lock this up.
Somebody tried to steal it.
But, uh- I've got to go to Hazelton today.
I-
I can't have a flat.
You got a spare?
I don't have a spare anything.
Well, I'm sure you'll think of a way
to get your friend in Hazelton to buy you one.
Bob, where's Manning?
He says he's going to check
the heater at the pool, Mr. Platt
and then go up and close cottage 12.
Uh, go get him, will you?
Bring him in. I want to see him right away.
Andy, step in here a minute, will you?
Heh.
Yay. We won. We won.
Yeah, I got the prize.
Hey, I'm sorry we beat you so bad.
You want a return match later?
Well, you got a good forehand
but we ought to do a little work on your overhand.
Now, don't... What do you mean "don't"?
I'm going to go change for a swim.
I'll see you later, doll.
Excuse me, Mrs. Langner, uh,
have you seen Stuart Manning?
No, I haven't.
Are you all right, Mr. Langner?
Ah. Yeah, I, uh-
My, uh- My shoelace was loose.
Yeah, I- I'm fine, thanks.
Hi. We played five sets.
Sit down, Tod.
You look exhausted.
Oh, uh,
Mr. Street...
Would you be good enough to prepare my bill?
I've decided to check out.
Yes, Mrs. Langner, right away.
Mr. Langner.
Enid, why?
We were going to stay two weeks.
For the first time in 16 years we'd agreed on something.
Are you, uh, going to swim with your playmates
or do you want to have some lunch?
I've lost my appetite.
Poor, dear, you tire so easily.
I was going hunting tomorrow.
Hunting or chasing, darling?
What is it, Enid? Jealousy.
Can't you ever say what you mean without the innuendoes?
It's all right, Tod, you've reached middle age.
That's not a disease,
it's a fact of nature.
And I can't stay here and watch you
trying to prove you're still a rollicking youth.
It's too embarrassing for both of us.
So I'm leaving.
Oh, but you stay if you want to, please.
I might take you up on that.
It's your vacation, really.
Only, darling, eat something.
Something with lots of protein.
Hey, Stu, did you see Mr. Platt?
They're looking for you.
Who's looking for me?
Hi, uh, Manning.
Would you, uh, step inside, please?
You know Sheriff Hornbeck, don't you, Manning?
Uh, Manning is it?
That's right.
Stu, the safe was robbed last night.
They got everything.
I think it happened while you were on duty.
Do you know anything about this, Mr. Manning?
No, I, uh-
I brought in the money from the bar
in the restaurant, uh, in here about 11.
Then, uh, you know the combination?
No, the safe was open.
Open?
Well, uh.
I was in here at that time.
I never leave the safe open unless I'm in the office.
Did you let anyone in Mr. Manning?
Mr. Platt had a couple of friends in.
Well, yeah, Frank and George came by.
We went over to Eddie's house and played a little poker.
Well, there was a-a young kid
in the parking lot just now, uh-
I chased him off.
He was trying to rob a car and-
Well, that's a coincidence.
Car thieves and safe-crackers seldom mix.
Now, whoever did this wouldn't hang around.
Unless, of course, it, uh, was an inside job.
We're taking fingerprints, Mr. Manning.
Whoever did it probably wiped the prints
off the safe but we might come up with something.
Do you mind?
No.
Take him outside and do that, will you, Andy?
We'll get Mr. Platt and Mr. Street a little later
just for comparison in case we find
a strange one on the safe.
Jess, did you and the boys get snockered last night?
Well, I, uh...
I did a little drinking later on, Carl,
but that has nothing to do with this.
You know, I, uh-
I could lose my job over this, you know.
This could finish me.
Mr. Street.
Now, we should get answers back
from Cheyenne on those prints by say, uh, 5:00.
Now, no one should leave the hotel
before then without permission.
Mr. Street, when you're finished here
I'd like you to get the names of anybody
who checked out since noon yesterday.
Andy, I'll take over.
Get the equipment out of the car.
We'll dust the safe.
Put your finger right down there.
Clean it off. Use this here.
Yes, h-hello, this is Stu Manning at the Lodge.
Would you send the bus, please?
One of our guests would like to leave.
A landslide?
How soon can you-
Yes, thank you, uh,
that'll be fine.
Trouble?
Oh, uh, they've reported some landslides on the road.
Yeah, I know. Who'd you call?
Well, our shuttle service to Hazelton.
One of our guests, Miss Crowell,
has to get there this afternoon.
Is the bus coming up?
Yes, about 3:00, uh, if they get the road cleared.
I hope we don't get stuck up here.
I've got to bowl in a tournament tonight.
Bye, doll. I'll see you sometime.
Hold my mail.
I'll be back in a couple of days.
Yes, ma'am.
Was I supposed to wait for you?
Uh, no, something came up.
Uh, thanks for stopping.
Find yourself a seat in the back
and, uh, fasten your safety belt.
This road was like an obstacle course coming up.
Well, you don't always miss the bus, do you, Galahad?
Well, I got a call. My sister's sick.
I'm sorry.
Hey, why did that cop search my bag when I left the hotel?
Did they go through your things?
The, uh, lodge was robbed last night.
No kidding.
They don't know who?
No, it's anybody's guess.
All kinds of people
coming and going up here.
Do you need an alibi, Galahad?
No, thanks.
I can just hear you telling them
where you were between, say, uh, 6 and 10.
Hah.
Louanne, I don't want to spoil anything for you.
You got my opinion because you insisted on it.
Now, I'd like to just forget about it.
All right?
Ooh.
Oh, this is going to be a lovely little trip.
He said he'd be in his room, that's all.
In his room, that's all.
Well, he wasn't on the bus.
I was there when it-
Sheriff?
Andy.
Say, something interesting happened here.
You know Stu Manning, the clerk?
Yeah, well, sheriff, he's disappeared.
I hate to obligate myself, but I need a light.
Watch this.
Would you enjoy sitting further back in the bus, dear?
The older they are, the younger they wish.
You're different... now.
Wait till you lose that fatal charm.
Hah.
Ah, I can see you
married to some tedious matron,
peeking behind her back
at the legs that got away.
What are you looking forward to, Louanne?
Long skirts.
Would you like to spend a few days
with Tom and Ethel at Carmel?
Now, why ask what I'd like to do?
Are you pouting?
No, this is getting to be par for the course.
I told you you were welcome to stay at Indian Lake.
I meant it.
Thanks, Enid.
I was waiting for that.
This time I think I'll take you up on it.
I'm putting you on the train at Hazelton and I'm going back.
All right, dear.
After all, it is your vacation.
Yeah, you said that before.
You know, you've got a great routine, Enid.
You deliver these ultimatums,
then you try to cover up with a nice gesture.
I think I'll go in the back and have a smoke.
Excuse me.
Hang on.
Well, what do you figure it is?
A landslide?
Wasn't here when I, uh, come up.
Huh. Well, what do we do now?
I don't know.
Uh, looks like somebody's
already gone to make a report.
Well, now, look,
I've got to get to Hazelton.
Get back in the bus
and let me get us out of here.
Hey, champ.
That your car?
Yeah, what's left of it.
Hey, what's the chances of me bumming a ride, huh?
All right.
You want to help me guide this thing
while I turn it around?
You got yourself a deal.
How's your golf game, fink?
You can take one of the canyon roads, driver.
Well, I don't know.
They're pretty rough.
You called the cops, didn't you?
No.
Well, isn't that strange.
The hills are full of them.
Somebody robbed the hotel safe.
All right, that wasn't me, but this is.
Now, I've got to get to Hazelton
and blow this scene.
So you keep your mouth shut, you dig?
Yes, sir.
Yes, I will.
No, sir.
No.
Well, how was I to know or-
Or you either, for that matter.
Well, I don't know.
We've searched all over here.
Well, it depends if he's on foot or how he's moving.
Yes, sir.
Yes, all right. I'll tell them.
Wait a minute. I'll talk to-
He rung off.
I should've talked to him.
I found the money.
You what?
You see, I remember it now.
Uh, although I don't exactly.
You see, uh, Frank and George came by here, picked me up
but I guess we had a few drinks here
before we went over to Eddie's house.
It, uh, was in the desk.
I've never put it in there before.
You sure it's all there?
Well, I'll- I'll count it, sure.
Isn't that funny?
I mean, here I was
thinking Stu Manning, you know-
That's a hot one.
Manning.
What?
Sheriff Hornbeck got an answer
from those prints we sent to Cheyenne.
It seems your Mr. Stuart Manning
is somebody else entirely.
Driver, don't you think we should
go back to the Lodge and report the slide?
No, we can make it, lady.
The canyon roads are rough, but-
Look, I've got to get to Hazelton.
Well, we could make telephone calls from the Lodge.
Better make up our mind pretty quick.
Mrs. Langner.
We're all in a hurry.
Driver, if you feel the roads
aren't that dangerous-
No, I'm game to try
it if you are.
Better all keep our seats, though.
Don't want anyone hurt.
Tod, please speak to the driver.
We might all go over a cliff and be killed.
Enid, the boy wants to go through the canyon
and he's carrying a gun.
Know what you are, Mom?
You're the prettiest girl on the bus.
But you been outvoted this time.
Slide it over, baby doll.
You I'll sit beside.
Beat it, punk.
You see what I mean?
That's your seat.
Where's your golf clubs, fink?
You don't want any more trouble, do you, kid?
Oh, what a wise guy you are.
Well, I have met all the types.
I can now safely say it.
All types.
Punks like him I can handle ten days a week
but you are something else.
What are you, a compulsive rover boy?
Well, maybe I was saving him from you.
He's safe.
Unless, of course, you think
he'd be willing to pay my hotel bill.
NEWSCASTER Back to the music in five minutes.
Now the hourly newsbreak with Wes Haritage.
First, a report from the Legal Conference in London.
Word from General Milton B. Hanson...
Can you change that station? Get some music or something.
and to the United States, whose security is dependent
upon the system of Western Alliances.
If control of the seas is added to the vast
Soviet land powers, says the General, the problem
of deterrence becomes impossible, even with our
great nuclear delivery capability.
In the National News, Senator Gormley announced
today in Cheyenne that he is petitioning
the Senate Appropriations Committee for two percent...
Well, we just busted the axle on that rock.
Ugh. Can it be fixed?
No, lady, not here.
Well, can we get help?
Well, there's a ranger station in this canyon somewhere
And emergency telephones up along the road-
I'll, uh.
I'll go down the canyon, you hike up the road.
If we find a phone we'll call for help.
You stay with the women.
...that a clerk who worked
at Indian Lake Lodge under the name of Stuart Manning
is in truth convicted wife-slayer Richard Kimble,
former Indiana doctor.
Kimble disappeared from the lodge
some time this afternoon, during investigation
of a robbery which was later solved.
Fingerprints of possible suspects were taken,
and his among them.
Kimble is thought to be somewhere
between Indian Lake and Hazelton.
Police have blocked the canyon roads
and are conducting a thorough search.
His capture is expected soon.
Stop.
MAN Car 6. Calling car 6, come in, please.
Car 6. Calling car 6, come in, please.
Andy here.
Well, they started work on the slide now.
No sign of Kimble.
Guess I'll take a ride down some canyon roads, okay?
Over.
MAN Roger, Andy.
Over and listening out.
How long will it take to find help?
I don't know, uh. Two, three hours. Maybe longer.
Your wife wants to talk to you.
Oww.
See what's wrong with his leg.
I know what's wrong with it.
That lousy fink twisted my knee.
Tod.
Go talk to her, bwana.
She's really shook up.
I'll handle this.
With fiendish delight.
Well, sing out if he starts to run.
I'll keep the gun.
Stu, you'll never know how much I've wanted to hurt you.
Take me out of here, Tod.
That's all I'm asking.
You can go with the driver.
Please.
"Please", Enid?
Isn't that my word?
Let the driver stay here.
It's his bus.
But he's my prisoner.
But you know nothing about guns and hoodlums.
Guns fire bullets,
bullets kill.
Everybody knows that.
He can't walk.
Hold it.
I'll walk on it.
Just give me a little time, will you?
Ah, never mind.
Enid, the driver is leaving.
Do you want to go with him?
Better off alone, uh.
I'll make it twice as fast.
Let him go.
Call the sheriff as soon
as you find a phone.
Man, you never know...
I mean, you don't look the type, you know.
I hate to disappoint you,
but I didn't kill anyone.
Sure. The radio told a little white lie, that's all.
Let's forget it.
Hey, uh, when did this happen?
I mean, when did you do it?
What difference does it make?
Hey, man. I'm on your side.
I mean, you're on the run, right?
Hey, I bet you've been giving
the heat a real cute time, huh?
I've stayed alive.
Hey, you know, uh, you're the one and only guy
that's ever caught me stealing.
Isn't that a laugh?
My boy, he's an unpredictable man.
I don't want anyone to get hurt so stay away from him.
Yeah, you caught yourself a real big one, Dad.
Dead or alive, he's a real monster.
MAN Car 6. Calling car 6. Come in, please.
Andy here. Car 6 to headquarters.
Andy, that shuttle bus from the lodge has never come back.
They just reported it missing.
You sure Kimble wasn't on it?
Over.
Yes, sheriff, I'm sure.
And I've checked all but three roads.
I just don't see any bus.
Keep looking, Andy,
and keep a close check with me.
Roger.
Is that all the wood you could find?
I could've got more, Dad,
if my knee wasn't all loused up.
Do you know what I've been doing for over an hour?
Trying to figure out why I hit you like that.
I've never hit a man before in my life.
What does that mean?
It means you don't need any practice.
You do pretty well.
Sure, uh, when your hands are tied.
Well, am I supposed to believe that, uh,
you'd be afraid of me if they weren't tied?
Why don't you try believing I'm sorry?
For- For hitting me?
Forget it.
No.
I was really thinking about last night.
I started that fight.
Why?
I chased you out because,
in the first place,
I can't risk a poor man.
In the second place, if you had stayed and walked out-
I can't risk a broken heart, either.
Why didn't you say that last night?
Maybe...
I was scared.
And now you're not?
No.
Now I'm protected by the law.
From a convicted killer.
From the gentlest man I ever knew.
You weren't kidding last night.
You know what kind of woman you need
and you were reaching out for her.
Part of what hurt me was that I'm not that woman.
That wife of yours may have given you some headaches
but you didn't kill her, Galahad.
You loved her.
Wow.
Miss Crowell, it's warmer over here.
He stays there.
Ah. Leave him.
He stays there.
Tod, for heaven's sake.
Be quiet.
Now, this man can have any reasonable comforts
that don't endanger the rest of us.
Hey, Dad, you're a real tiger.
Stay away from him
until the police arrive.
Is that understood?
You're not a bully.
Stop behaving like one just because
you have a gun in your hand.
Shut up, Enid.
Please respect me
just like the others are doing.
Give me the pistol, and then ask for my respect.
This man is a convicted murderer.
Isn't that enough?
You're gloating like an evil little boy.
I don't want your approval.
Just don't interfere.
Well,
you certainly come on strong.
Maybe you'd be more comfortable on the bus.
Oh, no, I-
I think it's kind of exciting out here.
Stop.
I could have shot you dead.
I tried to escape
And you stopped me.
Now, isn't that something to be proud of?
I'd like to turn you over alive.
Try another break and I'll kill you.
Hello?
Hello! Hello.
Yeah, hello, hello, hello.
Well, this is the driver of the shuttle bus
from Hazelton that went to Indian Lake.
I want to report an emergency.
I want to get a sweater, okay?
You sure quit fast when that gun went off.
Louanne, I have to stay alive.
There's someone I have to find.
Untie me.
I can't. He's watching.
Maybe I can get him to give me the gun.
No, forget it.
I don't want him to hurt you.
Why did you have to be a nice guy?
Miss Crowell?
In a second.
There must be some way.
Try to get that kid to come in here.
I think I know enough about him to make some kind of a deal.
Louanne...
Hmm?
Be careful of Langner.
Galahad, any chance I take
is for the only good reason I've ever had.
I can't figure that Kimble out.
I don't even know why I bothered to try.
He's smooth, baby. He keeps his cool.
Would you help me with this, please?
Kimble wants to talk to you.
Go on inside.
Sweetheart, Big Daddy's not going
to let nobody get on that bus.
Try.
How much longer do you think we're going to be here?
Ah, not much, I hope.
The police should be here soon.
Here you are.
Egh. I'm still chilly.
Ohh. Oh!
Enid.
I don't want anyone on the bus with him.
I'm quite uncomfortable out here.
We all are.
Now, please sit down.
I don't know, it's not really fun,
but it's not as bad as it might be.
Got a cigarette?
Mrs. Langner, why don't you put a stop to that.
Anything I do will make it worse.
Well, he is your husband.
This isn't new.
He's just a little angrier at me than usual.
And she's in love with you.
Well, I think I'll go out and get some wood
for the fire before it goes out.
Want to come?
I won't go far.
Man, here I am, young and eager.
Nothing.
She goes for you, man.
I guess it's true, huh?
They feel safer with older men.
If he tries to make a break, shoot him, do you hear?
Don't take any chances.
Shoot him.
You're the boss, Dad.
I'll, uh, help Miss Crowell.
Untie me. I'll bring them back.
Isn't that what you planned?
I didn't plan for this to happen.
I asked you to stop them and you wouldn't.
Hi, Kemo Sabe.
Tonto get message.
My husband pretends to be a hero.
I know your girl is out there laughing at him now.
Laughing at me.
All right, Mom. No.
I think I have a laugh or two coming myself.
When she gets back she's going to find
out her little scheme didn't work.
Come on.
Man, I never counted on that chick.
Now, go, man.
All right, Mom, now, when Big Daddy gets back
you tell him what happened
and you let him-
Now, drop the knife.
Man, what's wrong with you?
I waited an hour to do you a favor.
I'm on your side.
I don't want you on my side.
Why you lousy-
Now, drop the knife or I'll pull the trigger.
Go on.
Now, get out of here.
Here. If he comes back, use it.
Go on.
And you don't have any idea where he went?
He ran that way. That's all I know.
All right.
Now, there's two more cars coming.
I'll radio one and have
him pick up your passengers.
Come on, Andy.
He'll stay clear of the roads.
Oh, darkness will hold him up.
I'll have every officer in the area out there
with their flashlight inside of 20 minutes.
You didn't put up much of a battle,
did you, Mrs. Langner?
You didn't let my husband find you,
did you, Miss Crowell?
No.
But what if I had?
I think you can answer that.
Richard Kimble got away. That's my answer.
And he wasn't even in love with you.
Enid,
the driver says the police are coming back to pick us up.
We better get our stuff together and be ready.
Yes, dear.
The difference between good and bad,
between love and hate, is often elusive.
The difference between life and death for Richard Kimble
is always simply his freedom to remain a fugitive.