Richard.
Richard, I'm going to drive you to the truck.
No, I feel much better.
You saved my life. That's enough.
Oh, please, Richard, let me.
Good evening, Miss Renick.
Oh, Lieutenant Gerard.
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:
Barbara Barrie,
Andrew Duggan.
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
ANNOUNCER:
A man who has to run to survive
finds respite, sometimes, in desolate places.
For the moment, this man is Steve Younger.
For the moment, a truck driver.
Yet today, within the hour,
Steve Younger has a rendezvous with death.
Everybody paid.
Must be something about the weather.
Money's running freer.
Except for Henny Wilkins, he didn't have it this month.
Hm.
That puts him two months behind.
This is half of what Dykstra owes.
Nothing from B & B and nothing from Stillman.
Do you think I'll still have a job next month?
Aimee?
Make sure Steve doesn't go away without those invoices.
Oh, yes. I was just going to take them out to him now.
Uh, Steve, you didn't forget the invoices, did you?
Well, I probably would have.
I-I was wondering if you, uh, remembered
that new route to Coverton.
Yeah, I traced it on the map.
Oh, well, a-a friend of mine bought tickets for a play
for tonight and, uh, we can't-
She can't go. So I just wondered if you'd like the tickets.
They're all bought and paid for.
It'd be a shame for them to go to waste.
Would you go with me?
Oh, thank you, I-I'd like to see it.
Well, maybe we could have dinner?
That'd be fine.
Seven o'clock?
Seven o'clock.
Aimee, he's not for you.
Nothing against him, he seems like a nice enough sort of guy,
but one foot on the ground,
the other on the first bus out of town.
John, about these collections-
Well, never mind that now.
I'm trying to tell you that Steve-
I just went out to give him the invoices. You asked me to.
Well, I really think we should
decide how to make these collections.
Gee, thanks a lot, buddy.
Sam.
Steve Younger.
Hello. Hi.
How far you going?
Up 20 miles.
Oh, good.
Twenty miles closer.
To home and mom and apple pie?
Naw, just closer to whatever comes next.
The only home I ever had was the army.
I joined up to see them far away places.
You know, uh,
geisha girls, ricksha,
pretty brown eyes.
Ha. Lots of luck.
Me, four years in a stinking Canal Zone.
Yeah, I got no mom anymore, no pop, nobody.
The only friend or kin Sam Barlow
ever knew was Uncle Sam.
I was, uh, nephew number 17007171.
Well, my tickets to the open road.
At least until I get shed some of that-
Hey. Hey, look out!
Jump.
Come on. Jump.
Yes.
I'll be right over.
What is it, John?
Steve piled up at the bottom of Steiner's Pass.
The truck caught on fire.
He's dead.
I know it's a shock to you, Aimee.
He was really getting to mean something to you.
I was being nice to him, that's all.
He was all alone.
Steve liked being alone.
Nobody likes it, John.
I guess you been lonely too, Aimee.
Been watching you for two years now,
ever since you first started working for me.
I know I'm almost 50.
You've never given me any encouragement.
Last month I was- I was going to speak out for myself anyway.
Then along came Steve.
And, well, it just knocked the sand out of me
to see the way you looked at him.
Just knocked the sand out of me.
Anyway, I, um-
There it is.
Now, you go ahead. I'll stay here.
Hello, John.
Hiya, Lou.
Nothing we could do.
He was gone when we got here.
Looks like.
Who was driving?
Name of Steve Younger.
About all I know about him. He was a transient.
Got his trucker's ticket when I offered him the job.
How long's he been with you?
Uh, about six weeks.
Know anything about his kinfolk?
He never mentioned any.
Got an address on him?
No, he, um, he had a hotel room in Burleigh.
I'll have to pick up his personal effects.
He has a locker at the garage too.
But I imagine most of his stuff is at the hotel room.
Well, would you or Aimee pick them up for me?
You both live in Burleigh. It'll save me a trip. Sure.
I'll stop by later and get your statements.
Where you going to take the body, Lou?
Coroner at Coverton.
Need any identification?
Impossible.
Wouldn't do any good to try.
What's left of your Mr. Younger can't even be recognized.
The rendezvous with death has been kept.
A man, burned beyond identification,
will be buried, and with him, Steve Younger.
And with Steve Younger, Richard Kimble.
If. If Lieutenant Philip Gerard can be made to discover
that Steve Younger and Richard Kimble
are one and the same man.
This is his room.
There you are.
His rent was paid up. So there's nothing owed.
But I do want a receipt for anything taken.
It's just some people from another room.
What are we going to do?
What was in that letter you were writing to your father?
Nothing.
I didn't think anyone would come until tomorrow.
Didn't expect anyone tonight.
I thought they'd come and find the letter.
And realize who Steve Younger really was.
They'd call Gerard and tell him that Richard Kimble was dead.
Then maybe he'd quit. Maybe he'd really quit.
But if you didn't kill your wife,
why is he so vindictive?
I don't know.
It really doesn't make any difference.
I can't run anymore.
I can't even stand up.
Aren't you going to call the police?
But you're innocent.
Am I?
I left my wife alone. A man came in and killed her.
And I wonder, did I really try to save that hitchhiker?
Or had some part of me already started to make this plan?
Now, we don't have time to waste talking nonsense.
How do you know it's nonsense?
Well, I don't always ask myself how I know a thing is right.
I just know I'm not going to call the police.
Lieutenant Garlock asked me to come here
and collect your belongings.
And if I were going to call him,
I would have done it 10 minutes ago.
So I do know what I am going to do.
Feel strong enough to finish writing that letter
while I gather up your things?
I'll try.
"Just to let you know, I'm still free, still running,
"wondering if it'll ever end.
"Love to Doug and Sis. Kiss her kids for me.
As ever, Dick. "
Well, Aimee, I don't think there can be much doubt.
Obviously he tried to change his appearance,
but I'm sure that the man who worked for us was Dr. Kimble.
Funny. Of course, I never saw the man.
But there you were, working with him for six weeks,
never knowing him as a killer.
Didn't Dr. Kimble always deny his guilt?
They all do, Aimee.
Yes, I suppose so.
Well, uh, I must be getting back to work.
Thanks for your help.
I'll teletype the police in Stafford, Indiana.
Let them know that Richard Kimble is dead.
Fine.
Bye, lieutenant.
Bye, Aimee.
Well, I don't know what else I can tell you about it, Chet-
Oh, wait a minute, here's the captain.
Uh, did you authorize an interview with Mrs. Shaw?
Yes.
Hello? Chet? Yeah.
It's okay. You can go ahead.
Yeah.
Well, what makes you so cheerful this morning, captain?
Richard Kimble.
I just got a twix from Pennsylvania, Phil.
He's dead.
Phil, I'll take the Shaw report if it's ready.
Phil. Yeah?
The Shaw report.
Oh, uh, Paul can wrap up the Shaw report.
I, um, better get back to check this out.
Now, wait a minute, Phil.
Can't close a file with nothing but this.
Could be a mistake.
Who you calling? Airport.
There's a plane East.
Lieutenant.
I still like to think I'm head of this department.
I believe I know who to send on what assignment.
Now, where's the report I asked for?
Thank you.
Now, I got a seat for you on a plane that leaves at 12:25.
Flight 907.
I need you back here in court on the Shaw case on Friday.
Phil, I feel like saying good luck,
but, uh, I'm just not sure what that would mean.
No.
Neither am I.
I hope this ends it.
Hello.
You feeling better?
I, uh- I don't know what day it is.
It's only tomorrow.
You've been asleep.
For how long?
Uh, since half past 10 last night.
Fourteen hours?
Well, you needed it.
And now you need some food.
Those are shaving things and cigarettes.
I take it you got my note.
Yes. And the clothes.
Where did they come from?
Oh, I bought them for a cousin of mine in Erie.
You were asleep, so I left them here this morning
before I went to work.
No chance of anyone dropping in
'cause I live alone. Except for Rusty, the cat.
Did you put this bandage on my head?
Yes.
I don't remember much.
Are they still convinced I'm dead?
Yes.
Lieutenant Garlock teletyped the Indiana police this morning.
That means Gerard is on his way.
He's flying in this afternoon.
Have they moved the wreck?
No, they can't.
Well, I've got to get out then.
What for?
The hitchhiker I picked up, the boy.
Told me he had no relatives except his Uncle Sam.
And he showed me his dog tags.
That's what woke me up. I kept dreaming about them.
But you can't go out there now.
They're guarding it.
Guarding it?
The fire patrol.
They're watching it for what they call, um, hot spots.
Besides, you're still very shaky
and Lieutenant Garlock didn't find anything.
Lieutenant Garlock isn't Phil Gerard.
But everything burned.
But the dog tags.
Unless they were in the cab.
And the fire was so hot, it melted the truck.
I've got to try, Aimee.
The odds are getting worse.
I wish you'd stop sounding so hopeless.
Aimee.
You don't know what Phil Gerard is capable of.
You said you felt right about helping me.
I don't know why you want to take the risk.
Well, I...
Only once or twice in my life
have I ever asked anybody for anything.
The first time it turned out very badly.
The second time was yesterday
when I asked Steve Younger to take me to the theatre.
And he was very kind and made me feel unafraid.
But now you know I'm not Steve Younger.
Has my knowing changed you?
Aimee, Gerard has a way of sensing things.
He's brilliant. He knows me.
Maybe better than I know myself.
If you make one slip...
Richard.
Trust me.
Oh, hello, Aimee. Come on in.
Wait here a second, will ya?
Lieutenant?
This is Aimee Renick.
She's the one who found the letter.
Lieutenant Gerard. How do you do?
And thank you for coming.
I hope it hasn't spoiled your afternoon.
Not a bit.
These are the things you wanted from the locker, lieutenant.
Oh, yes, I just wanted to meet you
and confirm your identification of that photograph
Lieutenant Garlock showed you.
You're positive that Kimble and Younger
were one and the same?
Yes, I am.
But I see you're not depending on my observations.
No, we've looked at the remains.
Inconclusive.
And we're taking fingerprints.
What's that?
Hair dye.
That's Richard Kimble.
Miss Renick, do you know when Mr. Harlan's planning
to haul the truck out of Steiner's Pass?
As soon as they're sure all the fires are dead, I guess.
They're trying to cold-trail the area now.
They'll let him know as soon as it's safe to go in.
Maybe later this evening.
I want to check the cab of that truck.
If I can find some latent prints on the wheel or the dash,
that'll remove all doubts.
And this may be the end of a hunt
that's taken me back and forth across the country
for about a dozen times.
That and a couple 100,000 miles.
A long way for two men to run.
What about the third man?
Wasn't Dr. Kimble looking for a man with one arm?
That was his invention, Miss Renick.
Thank you, again.
Thank you.
Where did she learn about the one-armed man?
Hi. You hungry?
Well, look at you.
Yeah, I'm sound as a dollar, whatever that means.
Richard, you're well.
Ha. Everything's working out perfectly.
What about Gerard?
Well, he's rather frightening, isn't he?
Very polite. Anyway, I think he's convinced.
He saw the body and he checked your effects.
And later tonight or early tomorrow he's going down
to try to get what they call, um, latent prints
from the cab of the truck.
And that'll finish it.
What is it, Richard?
The cab didn't burn?
Oh, yes, it did burn.
But not completely, I guess.
Or- Richard, what is it?
I told you. The dog tags.
If the cab didn't burn they're probably still inside.
That means Gerard'll find them.
Unless I can get there ahead of him and find them first.
Richard.
Richard, I'm going to drive you to the truck.
No. I feel much better.
You've saved my life. That's enough.
But- But we could search together.
Maybe the bag fell out of the truck.
You did. I jumped.
Sam Barlow didn't.
Oh, please, Richard, let me.
Good evening, Miss Renick.
Oh, Lieutenant Gerard.
This is not inconvenient, I hope.
No, uh, won't you come in, please?
Thank you.
Oh. Were you going out?
Yes, I was, uh, going to the drugstore,
but it can wait.
Would you like to sit down?
Thank you.
I had to, uh, tie up a loose end, Miss Renick.
Maybe only a psychological loose end, but, uh...
Well, you can imagine how well I came to know Richard Kimble.
And I believe the only thing about him
that I never understood was
that quality in him that made sensitive, intelligent strangers
want to help him.
That would be difficult to define, lieutenant.
He was a very attractive man.
Uh, John Harlan tells me that you saw him socially.
No, the only date we ever had
was for the night of the accident.
On past occasions, uh, Kimble confided,
seldom freely or voluntarily.
If that's going to be a question,
the answer will be, no.
He never mentioned his past.
No hint about his troubles?
None.
Curious.
You mentioned the one-armed man this afternoon.
I've been wondering who told you about him.
Rusty.
Shame on you.
This is Rusty, my one true love.
Rusty, you interrupted us.
I sometimes let my dishes pile up.
I think my kitchen's a mess,
but Rusty thinks it's a treasure trove.
Miss Renick, who did tell you about the one-armed man?
I read about it in the papers.
I spent a couple of hours combing through the dead-file
at the Coverton Library today.
The only accounts of the Kimble trial
in the local papers in Coverton,
and here in Burleigh, were very sketchy.
The one-armed man was never mentioned.
St. Louis, Missouri is my home town, lieutenant.
Dr. Kimble and the one-armed man were in the headlines there.
I left St. Louis two years ago,
but I still get the paper by mail.
Is that what you call, uh, conclusive evidence, lieutenant?
Like, uh, fingerprints?
Yes, it is.
And, uh, you do have fingerprints now, don't you?
Yes, from his room.
And the truck?
Lieutenant Garlock tells me the fire patrol
will be withdrawing its guard
in another hour or two.
And when you get the fingerprints
from the cab of the truck,
will that help tie up your psychological loose end?
That's an odd question.
Not really.
If Richard Kimble is dead,
that would be the end of a lot of worry and trouble for you.
And yet, you seem to be trying to prove that he's alive.
You said, "if Kimble is dead. "
And you hope it's a slip of the tongue.
Uh, I suppose naturally I tend to reject the idea
that my search may become obsessive.
But, uh, it's a hard habit to break.
If Kimble is dead, I'll prove it.
Perhaps in spite of myself.
Thank you again, Miss Renick. You're a stimulating woman.
You said it would be tough, but I think it's working.
You were great, but that cat's got to go.
I nearly fainted.
I think I've found a psychological
loose end of my own.
You asked me before why I was helping you.
I was lonely.
I needed somebody who needed me.
More for my own sake than for yours.
Now I've just had my first unselfish thought.
What's that?
The dog tags.
We've got to go and get them.
You said you were going to the drugstore.
You better do that first, in case Gerard is watching.
And he probably is.
Will you wait here?
I still need you.
Wait here, Aimee.
Yeah, Lou, it's John Harlan. I thought you'd like to know.
the fire patrol has it wrapped up out here.
Thanks, John.
I'll pick up Lieutenant Gerard.
We'll be there in 15 or 20 minutes.
Joe, get on the phone and locate Gerard.
I'll pick him up at his hotel. Try there first.
Did you get them?
Oh, thank goodness.
Give me this. I'll take it home
and I'll get rid of it, a little bit at a time.
All right.
Look, I'll find a way to get word to you as soon as I'm sure.
But I really think that Gerard is going to buy our story.
I don't.
I think he's going to like my story better, Dr. Kimble.
All right, Aimee, I don't think anybody else saw your car.
Now go. I'll forget that you were here.
Not unless you let him go, John.
Now, Aimee, please.
We were together.
You think I don't know that?
I knew you were falling in love with him,
but I couldn't stop that and I can't stop the way I feel.
I don't want you mixed up in this.
I want to be mixed up in it.
I am mixed up in it.
He's innocent.
You know he claims to be.
I believe him!
Well, I don't. And I got the gun.
And I'll shoot him where he stands.
Run. Run!
No!
Aimee.
I shot her!
I didn't mean it, Aimee, I didn't mean it.
Do something. Help her. Please.
See if there's something in the car to put her head on.
Hurry.
It's an artery.
Your bullet hit an artery.
Let's get her to the hospital. Quick.
No.
There's a phone up on the highway.
Call an ambulance.
Tell them to get here as quickly as they can.
I-I'll do that.
You go phone.
You'll have to know how much pressure to apply
and when to release it.
Otherwise, she'll bleed to death.
How do I know you'll stay here if I go phone?
How do you know I'll go to the phone, if you stay?
Richard.
Go. Please, go.
DISPATCHER Car 4. Ambulance. Follow up in Steiner's Pass.
Car 4. Ambulance...
What is it?
Ambulance.
Garlock to headquarters.
Come in please.
CHARLIE Uh, roger, sergeant. Headquarters by.
Charlie, what's that ambulance call?
They're going to Steiner's Pass.
Another accident?
Uh, gunshot accident, sarge.
Aimee Renick was shot.
John Harlan called in.
There's a doctor on the scene, needs assistance.
Who's the doctor, Charlie?
Uh, no identification on that, sarge. Over.
Loose end, you think?
Step on it.
Okay, Charlie, I'm on my way out there.
The ambulance will be on its way by now.
And John. And the police.
No matter how much trouble John gives me,
he would rather have shot himself than hurt you.
Now, give him a chance, Aimee.
Remember what you said once:
"more for your own sake than for his. "
The ambulance is coming, Aimee.
Richard, go. Please, go.
Aimee, I can't let him.
No, lie still.
You're making this harder for me than it has to be.
You sure got a big heart.
If I leave, she'll die within a minute.
I don't want it on my conscience.
So I'm trapped.
I'm not going anywhere.
All right, Kimble, I love this woman.
I don't know about your wife,
but if Aimee lives, you saved her.
Me too, I guess.
They're getting closer. Can I do that?
You can use my car. The keys are in it.
You see where my thumb is?
Yeah.
Now, when I leave, take your thumb,
put it into the wound and press, and press hard.
When the intern gets here tell him it's the subclavian artery.
Hurry, Richard. Hurry.
It's the subclavian artery.
It's only John and Aimee here.
Looks like we were wrong.
Aimee, I'll be at the hospital as fast as I can.
She's going to make it, John.
It's a good thing you knew what to do.
You saved her life.
How'd the accident happen, Mr. Harlan?
I was showing her how to use this pistol and it went off.
Who was here with her?
I found this in her car.
There was nobody here.
Except the doctor.
What doctor?
You reported that there was a doctor on the scene.
What I probably said was that I need a doctor.
Oh.
When you telephoned?
If there wasn't someone else here,
why didn't Miss Renick bleed to death
when you went to report the accident?
She was lucky, lieutenant.
Just say she was lucky.
Sooner or later we're going to find out
that the doctor was here and alive.
Will you put out an All Points Bulletin
with Richard Kimble's description?
Now, indeed, Steve Younger is dead.
But the thin thread which binds Richard Kimble to life
winds back into the fingers of Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
Who will follow it. And cut it if he can.
ANNOUNCER:
Norma, I'm wanted on a murder charge.
Look, tell him, uh-
Tell him you can't see him right now.
You're too upset to see him.
You'll go away and I'll never see you again.
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.
ANNOUNCER:
The southern coast of California,
where the land ends,
Ooh, sorry.
The fingerprints are still Dr. Kimble's,
but the name is now Ben Horton.
What's that?
You want to rent a pole by the hour or by the day?
How bad do you want a job, mister?
You go down to Sessions Gift Shop.
You tell Miss Sessions Lars sent you.
you send 'em down to Sessions.
May I help you?
Miss Sessions?
Yes.
Uh, I'm, uh-
Well, you see a-a man on the pier,
he said his name was Lars,
Put down your name and address, please.
Maybe if you moved it over here a little.
The light's better.
Well, I can, uh,
Ben Horton.
I've got a strong back and I mind my own business.
It depends on my brother.
Try not to be too nasty to him.
Stop.
He's good-looking too.
Get him.
Mr. Horton, Mr. Sessions.
How do you do?
The job is to care for him.
to his bed and dresser and fed.
Mean?
She hates me.
Why?
It's the only one I can find.
I just met her a little while ago.
That's right.
Well, I travel around a little, yes.
Anything else?
I'm sober and I'm honest.
So we'll just forget about it.
But I'll be watching you.
You better leave the door open.
Um...
I guess that's all I'll need.
I was just about to go after them.
Oh.
Mind a little music?
Well, no.
Any objection to colored sheets?
I know, because I've been sleeping on that bed
while there was no one to take care of my brother.
Well, I guess I forgot to talk to you about salary.
Would 75 a week be all right?
Well, uh...
Don't worry, it doesn't come out of the shop.
My brother got $100,000 insurance after the accident.
It comes from that.
Uh, 75 will be plenty.
Oh, I didn't know how tired I was.
I'd ask you to stay for a drink or something, but...
Oh, it's all right, I'm tired too.
Well, good night.
Mr. Horton.
Good night.
Watch out for the hairpins.
Yeah, I will.
Thanks.
Hi, any customers?
I sold an ashtray.
Good morning, Leslie.
You know, it's such a nice day,
it's a shame to be cooped up here.
Why don't we go out in the sunshine?
No.
You need a little color.
No.
You haven't been out of this room since I got here.
Three days.
All right, we won't go outside.
Would you like some more ammunition?
Sleep.
You've had ten hours.
Such a thing as too much sleep.
Horton. Chair.
What?
Chair!
Oh.
I'll be back soon if you need me.
Thanks.
What for?
Selling the ashtray.
Glad to be of service.
There.
There you go.
Now, let's do the exercises.
The ones we did yesterday.
Come on. No.
Come on, one... No.
Two.
Look, I know it's painful and I know it's hard,
but it's gonna do you good.
I told you about the hospital I worked in.
Now, I saw fellows with half your mobility to start with
jet back the use of themselves.
Little by little.
First it was a toe, and then a-
And then a finger, and then a hand
and pretty soon they could walk.
Now, that was something to see.
But they had to work for it.
Couldn't start and stop. Couldn't start and stop.
He shouldn't have started in the first place.
Um...
What's the point of raising his hopes?
Well, I didn't think there was anything wrong in trying.
The doctor tried.
Ben, he tried everything.
I know. I didn't think someone should just give up, you know?
Those exercises are painful.
He's had so much pain.
I pray every night he won't suffer anymore.
I know, I know, but I-
Well, I know how you feel.
Horton.
Exercise.
Leslie, you'll only make yourself worse.
Get her out!
Give me a minute.
Okay.
Here we go.
One, two.
Prays.
Three, four.
Now, you control your breathing like I showed you.
Come on.
One, two.
Don't let her use you.
Three.
Four.
One, two.
Horton.
I heard you.
Three, four.
Grab ahold.
One, two.
Three, four.
What's the matter?
Horton.
What about him?
You should see him with Leslie.
It might sound crazy, but I wouldn't be surprised
if he had him walking soon.
Yeah, that does sound crazy.
Just forget about it. I tell you, you should see them.
You're not getting soft on the guy or something.
Now, that wouldn't fit.
Of course not.
It's just...
Well, he-
He just doesn't seem the kind of drifter you'd expect.
You're the one who told me he ducked when he saw that cop,
right? I know, I know.
So make your pitch.
There's no telling what a guy like that
would do for a couple of bucks.
He's not like that.
Well, what is he like?
I don't know.
I don't know, but don't get angry.
I- I'll-
I'll talk to him. You'll see.
I'll take care of it.
She named my brother after Leslie Howard
and me after Norma Shearer.
They made a movie, Romeo and Juliet together.
My mom was in it too.
She was an extra.
That's how she met my father.
He was an electrician on the set.
Am I going on and on?
No, it's fine.
They opened the shop when things got bad in Hollywood.
My dad always said that was the end of the line.
The pier.
You don't like to talk about yourself, do you?
I find you much more interesting.
Who, me?
An old maid?
Hm.
I got the impression that Lars was going to change all that.
Lars and I?
He's nice.
But he doesn't make waves.
But he, uh...
He looks to me like he's in love with you.
Little boy stuff.
Norma, I can't make you any speeches. Uh-
I'm not asking for any.
Or promises.
You talk too much.
Oh! The tide!
Oh, Ben!
Oh, you think that's funny, huh?
Oh.
Quiet all of a sudden.
It's, uh, kind of a relief.
You get used to that old merry-go-round music.
Not me. I couldn't.
You could if it meant a place of your own.
One of these days Leslie is gonna be able
to take care of himself.
It'll change.
You really think so, Ben?
You know, he ate by himself this evening.
At least, he picked up the spoon.
Picked up the spoon.
And I'm gonna be 27 in two months.
He's making good time, Norma.
I hate you.
Why is that?
Because...
Because you make me feel like,
right here and now, and not someday...
Like-
Like I'm a woman.
Mm.
You better get away.
You better get as far away from me as you can.
Why?
Because I'm no good for you.
I'm no good for anybody.
You want an argument?
I'm serious.
You know the kind of dream I keep having?
It's about a man.
A man who comes into my life and carries me off.
Sets me free.
Um...
You're not the first woman that ever dreamed
of a knight on a white horse.
He's not a knight or anything.
Just a guy who comes out of nowhere.
A guy who's had it rough and can see it in someone else.
That's just a dream, Norma.
But in the dream...
The way he sees it, I'm in prison,
and Leslie's keeping me there.
So it's like it's
either my life or his. Leslie's.
You understand?
That's not a dream, Norma, that's a nightmare.
That's what makes it so horrible.
Whenever it happens, I wake up happy
thinking something wonderful is about to happen.
Well, you can't blame yourself for a dream.
Ben.
I had that dream again.
The night before you came to the shop.
Norma, people have all sorts of dreams.
It's a way of getting rid of our anger or frustrations.
There's nothing wrong with dreaming.
You can dream about anything you want.
Just don't get it mixed up with reality.
I better go check on Leslie.
Sure.
You're not mad at me or anything?
Sure I am, can't you tell?
You wanna tell me about it?
I got soaked on the beach.
I know.
He was up here for over an hour.
It's not what you think.
Lars, it's not.
How do you know what I think?
I talked to him about Leslie.
And?
It didn't work, that's all.
Listen, Norma, up to now it's been just you and me.
No games, no secrets, right?
You've had enough proof of that.
Okay, so if he doesn't play by the rules, we change them.
Lars. No, we change the rules.
We waited a long time to land this one.
I know.
And don't start thinking about throwing him back.
Or me neither.
You've got it all wrong, Lars.
No, I've got it all right.
I just want to make sure you do.
That's it.
The receipts.
How much?
A hundred- You count 'em, Horton.
Call me when you're finished.
I've been watching you and her lately, like I said I would.
And after I told you how she hates me.
Ah, you don't know that, Leslie.
I do know that, I see it in her eyes,
so don't try and tell me different.
It's like a war, Horton,
and I wanna know whose side you're on.
A hundred and twenty-five dollars.
Horton?
Horton, you talk about helping me!
Horton? Ben?
Oh. I-I sat up.
I sat up, Ben.
By myself.
Without any help.
You. It was you.
No, you just got mad, Leslie.
You just got mad.
Where's your father?
Made a couple of dollars yesterday
and he's out boozing it up.
My brother went to the bank.
Ben took him.
What are you talking about?
He hasn't been outside since the accident.
He sat up today. By himself.
You're kidding.
It was Ben.
I told you, the exercise and all.
Lars, it's almost spooky.
He got to you, didn't he?
No.
Norma, how many chances do you think we're gonna get?
You want to spend the rest of your life on this stinking pier
playing nursemaid to Leslie?
You think I wanna stay here with my dad stinkin' up
the place with his dirty booze?
I gotta get out of here.
And so do you.
I know.
Okay, now, let's look at the facts.
Why do you think he went to the bank?
To deposit the receipts.
No.
Leslie would've made you do that, same as usual.
We gotta find out.
That money is ours, Norma.
Awarded for injuries.
I always thought that was some kind of bad joke.
Awarded. I couldn't even hold it.
But now, look!
Take as much as you need, Horton!
This money ought to go back in the bank vault.
It's been there too long, like me.
Here, now, take as much as you want.
Look, um,
Leslie...
You can pay me by learning to walk, all right?
If you won't take it, will you help me spend it?
I'm going to be moving on soon.
I told you, I like to travel.
Then let me travel with you.
We'll leave any time you say.
Even tomorrow.
My sweet little sister can have this shop.
Now, we'll go someplace lazy, maybe like an island.
With girls and, uh,
gin in coconut shells.
Gin in a coconut shell.
I have to think about that.
You get some rest.
We'll talk about it later.
It's getting late, I guess we better get back.
What time is it?
About 11.
Let's not.
What?
Go back.
Let's just stay right here
and go someplace where everything's happy all the time.
Norma. What have we got?
You and me, I mean.
Something good right now.
Right now.
Nothing more?
I told you-
But things can change.
Not by themselves maybe,
but if you sort of give them a little help.
Yeah.
Maybe we'd better be getting back.
I'm getting cold.
Horton.
Lars was supposed to meet me here at 11:00.
You seen him?
No, I haven't, I'm sorry.
Never mind.
Hello, I'm back.
No, Ben! No, Ben, please!
Let me in!
Come on.
Come on, let me in!
Open the door!
Come on, let me in!
Hey!
Let me in!
Hey, open up!
You!
Open the door.
Get- Get the police.
Get-
Lars!
Norma, he killed your brother.
He k-
He did it.
No, I didn't.
He was here.
Are you trying to say that Lars-?
I'm trying to say I didn't kill him.
Well, go on, ask him. He was here.
Why don't you ask me yourself? I haven't been here all night.
Isn't that right, Norma?
Well, go on, tell him.
Tell him.
Lars and I have been together all evening.
I'm gonna get the police.
OFFICER All persons not residents or in business on this pier
are ordered to leave at once.
This is by order of the police department.
Let's go, folks.
Move on, please.
Let's move.
There's the guy I told the whole story to.
Well, a good story bears repeating.
All right, like I said, Miss Sessions and I were walking
down at the beach- Hold it.
When you finish getting those pictures in there
get some out here for me, will you?
Now, you were down by the beach.
That's right, and then we came back here
to meet my pop for coffee.
Yeah, that's right. And before I forget here,
Horton comes right in here,
and the next thing I knew
that poor cripple's screaming his lungs out.
"Ben don't!" he keeps yellin'.
I heard him a couple of times.
Very convenient.
What's that mean?
I understand you recommended Horton for this job.
Was he a friend of yours?
No.
I felt sorry for him.
Got the pier locked in tight, lieutenant.
What about Horton?
Look, I'm after a man, not a tactical exercise.
Get going.
Yes, sir.
Now, didn't you tell Officer Scheer that when Horton
ran out of here he had an overnight case with him?
Yes, sir.
And that was Leslie's bag, and it was open.
I could see it was full of money.
How much? You have any idea?
How would I know?
What do you think, I counted it?
About 25,000?
I told you, I don't know.
That's right, that's what you told me.
That's right, that's what I told you.
Lieutenant!
Yeah. We got him.
You got the wrong fish, lieutenant.
He's gotta be around here somewhere.
Wagner, Nicholson, round up all the men you can
and bring 'em down this end of the pier.
We'll ring the whole area.
Come with me.
Ben.
We may be here for a while.
I think you owe me that much.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't help it.
Couldn't you?
Lars made me do it, I swear.
The other night? That dream of yours?
Now we both know what it is you wanted me to do.
No, I wanted us to-
You wanted what, Norma?
I don't know, I just wanted to get away.
And it didn't matter with whom, did it?
Just whoever to kill your brother and give you the money.
It didn't matter if it was Lars or me
or some man walking down the - No, no.
It wasn't like that, it wasn't.
I love you, Ben.
It's been a long night, Norma.
It's true. Forget about it.
You know what you want, you got the money, you got Lars.
You can buy yourself a pier.
Or go to that place you talked about
where everyone's always happy.
Lars would have killed me, you don't know what he's like.
I got a good idea.
Ben.
As soon as I get away from Lars,
I can write to the police and tell them the whole story.
Everything.
They'll let you go and then I can meet you someplace.
No, thank you.
I can tell them Lars threatened to kill me
and that's why I lied.
They'll believe me because he'll still have the money.
Norma, I'm wanted on a murder charge.
Oh, that's just plain crazy.
You don't have it in you to kill anyone, I know that.
I didn't kill anyone but a jury convicted me.
What kind of a story is that?
It's a true story.
Miss Sessions?
Miss Sessions, you all right?
Look, tell him, uh-
Tell him you can't see him right now.
You're too upset to see him.
You'll go away and I'll never see you again.
Miss Sessions!
If the police take me, they'll... execute me.
And look who's the loser either way.
All right.
Did he hurt you?
No, he didn't hurt me.
Take him away.
I'm sorry you had to go through this, Miss Sessions.
Lieutenant.
Lieutenant, he's not the one who killed my brother.
Lars and I planned it together.
What I said upstairs...
I guess I meant it.
You may be required to make another statement.
Where can you be reached?
The YMCA.
Piece of advice, fella.
Next time you get mixed up in something you didn't do,
don't run away, no matter how bad it looks.
I'll remember that.
Save up a lot of loneliness
and you're apt to spend it somewhere.
This time on a lonely pier,
livened only by the sound of an ancient calliope.
And the brass ring caught by a fugitive
can only give him another brief ride to nowhere.
ANNOUNCER:
It's too big.
I think maybe you're going to have to slip
Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.
falsely convicted for the murder of his wife,
en route to the death house.
Freed him to run before the relentless pursuit
The guest stars in tonight's story:
Well, sir, there he was
right smack dab over my head,
or sudden move,
Gee whiz.
Just about that time
You see, I knew that I was just going
to have time for the one shot.
inch by inch...
Pow!
The mountain lion had been killing our rabbits
Hi, Joe Bob.
See, you just missed a good story.
Hey, Joe Bob, how come you never take us hunting?
Maybe because you're all so young,
to find out all my Apache secrets.
in you as an Easter Bunny.
I'm going to have to have a little talk
If anybody's interested, I'm buying the ice cream.
Here we go. Here we go.
All right. What-?
I got it. All right. All right.
I got it.
Hello, Charley.
All right, boys, let me pay the man.
Oh. Yeah, we're going to have whatever you want.
Banana split, that's what I'm going to have.
Small, quiet,
for some a good place to live.
it's only a stopover between rides.
Oh, Charley, it's not coming along too good right now.
I think I found one for you.
Uh, Richard Clark.
Hitchhiking.
I'll just keep walking right out of town.
The Attorney General's office will have a vacancy
in their investigative staff within a month,
And so on and so on and...
It looks like I'm on my way to the state capitol already.
Oh, hold it, we're both going to cash in on this.
You stick with me, boy.
We'll lick this state together.
All right.
bring me one of those nice, big, jumbo hamburgers, will you?
Well, hello, Thelma.
Yes.
Hi, Thelma.
Father was saying the same thing about you only yesterday.
You're looking real nice, Thelma.
I really don't need any lectures.
I stole the money, that's it. Period.
Beat it, sis.
If my brother should need anything-
Would you step back in my office with me for a minute?
Thelma, you keep away from that pig, hear me?
You keep away from him.
Don't pay any attention to him.
Whew.
Hey.
Why don't you mind your own business?
I've got to admit it was bad coffee.
Here.
Thanks.
The marshal is not one of your favorite people?
You don't know it yet, mister,
but you're just one tiny little bug
in Joe Bob's great big trap.
All right,
we don't run a chain gang around here.
But you prisoners are expected
to do a good day's work.
Now, there is only one thing
that I want to emphasize.
This park
is a very important project to me.
Someday the statue of the governor
of this state is going to sit on this block.
Now, this park is located
at Lookout Point
right at the top of our dear state so, naturally,
we want the park to be
a fitting tribute to the statue that will fit in.
Floyd, you take these two.
Put them to work.
Neely, get back in the car.
You and me are going down to the bottom of Lookout Point.
All right, bring those wheelbarrows over here.
Make a hole about right there.
Clark, right here.
All right, now put it down.
Neely, you get up front with me.
Neely, you really are something. You know that?
Calling me names,
creating all that fuss in front of your sister.
What am I going to do with you, boy?
Funning around with all the pretty young girls
in town making us old men feel jealous.
I ask you. What am I going to do with you?
I guess I'm just going to have to teach you a lesson,
ain't that right, Neely?
Get out.
I've decided there are too many rocks on this road.
You're going to pick them all up one at a time.
Get out. Now move.
Let's go, ladies man!
There's plenty of rocks there.
You just bend over, boy, you'll find them.
Let's pick up the speed out there, boy.
Let's go, Neely.
Excuse me, Neely.
I thought you could use it, son.
Let's get it done faster, boy!
When you're through, Fred,
just park it in front of the jail.
Don't forget, boy, I want one of those tinted windshields.
Oh, I don't know, Mr. Mayor,
I can't tell you how bad it makes me feel
to run down a youngster like Neely,
even if it was an accident.
He was a wild, reckless kid.
No one blames you for what happened.
That's kind of you, Mr. Mayor.
I hate to bring this up, Joe Bob,
but you might as well know it now as later.
Coroner's coming down from the county seat
to hold a hearing on Neely's death.
A hearing?
It's just a formality, I'm sure of that.
But you are a law officer involved in the death
of a prisoner.
Now, this whole town is behind you, Joe Bob.
Well, I sure appreciate that, sir.
If something else comes in on the hearing,
I'll let you know.
You do that, Mr. Mayor.
Thank you, sir.
See you.
Take off, Floyd. I'll keep an eye on things.
Any trouble? No, sir. That, uh-
That drunk doesn't do much more than eat and sleep.
That other fellow, Clark, he's a-
He's a quiet one.
By the way, Floyd,
I've got to make a report on that accident.
You sure nobody saw it?
No, sir. Uh-
One man was working down by the gate.
I know that for sure.
And I remember I sent, uh, Clark over to pick up
some new trees to plant, but he wasn't gone
for more than a few minutes.
Aren't those new trees we had stacked over by Lookout Point?
Yes, sir.
Go to supper, Floyd.
Oh, almost forgot,
Judge Wilkins suspended sentence on Clark.
I'll take care of the release.
Sure you don't want me to help you?
You go to supper, boy.
You take a extra half hour while you're doing it.
All right.
Marshal, wait a minute.
You know, marshal, I'll, uh-
I'll walk, that's all right.
Now, since I got your sentence suspended,
it's not going to be much trouble to escort you
to the city limits.
You sit in the car and wait.
Evening, Mr. Mayor.
You know I said I would let you know if anything happened.
Well, I had a call from the coroner.
The hearing is set for next Tuesday.
I don't anticipate any trouble.
I want you to know, they'll hear nothing but the best from me.
Be truthful, Mr. Mayor,
I'm counting on that.
Oh, by the way, Joe Bob,
do you remember my son, Billy?
The best tackle I ever busted heads with in high school.
Well, Billy's having some trouble with his job back East.
I'm sending money each month
but it's a big drain on the savings account.
If I could just get him situated in something closer.
There going to be a good job open right here in town
in about a month.
You mean yours?
Somebody's got to take it when I get that appointment.
What about Floyd?
Well, Mr. Mayor,
you and I have done a little back scratching
for each other.
Now, Floyd is young and inexperienced.
From all I hear about Billy,
he's a good family man and all that.
I wouldn't hesitate to recommend him for the job.
Thank you, Joe Bob.
I'll write Billy tonight and let him know.
That's fine, but I wouldn't spread it around town just yet.
Not until after I get the appointment.
Of course not.
Goodnight, Joe Bob. Thanks again.
Glad to be of help, Mr. Mayor.
There's a lot of road straight ahead
and it's all one way
out of town.
Don't lose your direction.
You're the man who called?
My name is Clark.
Come in, Mr. Clark.
Sit down.
I don't know whether you remember me.
I was a prisoner in the same cell with your brother.
Yes, I remember.
When you called you said you were leaving town.
I was but I didn't think I should leave
before I told you something.
Go on.
I was at Apache Park yesterday.
Then you saw the accident.
It wasn't an accident.
What?
I saw the marshal push your brother
into throwing that rock
and then deliberately ran him down with the car.
You're saying Joe Bob murdered my brother?
Yes.
Who are you going to call? The marshal?
He's the one who did it.
Ms. Hollister, I'm a vagrant in this town.
My word means nothing.
Thelma?
Thelma.
It's my father. He's sick.
I-I've got to go to him.
Would you wait?
Please wait.
Thelma, who's out there?
Well, it was a man who knows Neely.
His name is Clark.
Clark?
Clark? I don't recall any friend
of Neely's named Clark.
Well, he was a prisoner at the jail.
He's come to tell us something-
Something about what happened.
Well, bring him in.
M-
Yes, sir, I und-
I- I understand, sir,
but you should call the marshal's office.
This is the Highway Patrol.
All right, all right, sir.
That name was Clark?
That's right. Richard Clark.
Father, please don't.
Thelma, I'm going to keep that man in town
if I have to chain him here.
Joe Bob's not going to get away-
Yes, sir, yes, sir, I'm here.
Like I said, he stole some money.
Your name and address?
Right, we'll get on it.
Goodbye.
This is Highway Patrol 3
calling A-14-J in Bixton.
Come in please.
Hey, there, Highway Patrol 3.
This is A-14-J.
What's the word, Pete old buddy?
Excuse me.
I wonder if you would mind giving me a lift.
I'm a good driver in case you get sleepy.
Oh, I never let anybody drive my car.
But I- I guess you can have a ride.
Go on, get in.
Thank you.
Say, the-
The gauge said it could take a little more.
You sure it's full?
I'll check.
Please.
All right, sir.
Oh, did you check the tires?
Yes, sir.
That was 24 in the back,
28 in the front.
Right. And the water and oil?
Water and oil is fine.
Battery okay?
Oh, I didn't check the battery.
Well, would you, please?
Right.
All right, that's, uh, 5.50 sir.
Right, now, here's a 20,
and, uh, I'd like some change back
in dimes and nickels please.
Dimes and nickels, okay.
See, I- I'm going to visit some friends,
and they have children,
and they like to have that change.
That's 60, 70, 80, 90,
six, seven, eight, nine,
ten and ten is 20, and thank you, sir.
You just made a bad mistake, mister.
Get out.
You stirred up a hornet's nest, mister, you know that?
Old man Hollister called the State Police,
told them you stole some money from him.
Now, me, I got a different idea.
I don't figure you're crazy enough
to come back to this town for a few dollars.
I wanna know the real reason.
When a man is broke,
he tries things.
You- You just happened to pick the Hollister house,
is that right?
Well, the kid, Neely, told me he had some money hidden
from that store he robbed.
Empty out your pockets on that bunk.
Let's go.
Twenty.
There's $25.
Old man Hollister said you stole 100.
Well, it was dark. I was running.
I guess I...
I fell. Must have lost some of it.
That's too bad, boy.
Now can you tell me why Neely told you
about all that money he hid
when he just stole $4 from the store?
Joe Bob. Yeah.
Mr. Hollister and Thelma are here.
They said they want to see Clark
before they sign a complaint.
Sure.
Why not?
Thelma, Mr. Hollister,
I can't tell you how sorry I am about what happened.
Thank you. We can understand how you must feel.
I suppose you just came
to make sure of your identification.
We wanna talk to him.
That's a little unusual, isn't it?
Well, he was here when Neely was.
Is it against the law to try
and find out something Neely might have said bef-?
It is after visiting hours, Thelma,
but I guess you do have the right.
I'll just stand here
and make sure he doesn't try anything.
We'd like to talk to him alone.
Well, it's your privilege.
Thelma told me what you said.
Is it true?
Yes.
And you were willing to turn your back and leave town?
I had to.
What about my boy?
I know what you think of me.
But I'm not just some hitchhiker passing through town.
I'm wanted by the police back East.
So, you see, if I-
If I stay around for the hearing there
could be pictures and publicity,
and you know what that could mean to me.
All right, that's enough.
Now let's get some water on them.
Not you, Clark. Him.
You can just stay right here where I can keep an eye on you.
Buckets are over there.
Go fill them up and bring them back.
You a friend of the Hollisters?
Better not even mention that name, partner.
I didn't steal their money.
Mr. Hollister has a different version.
Well, he wants to keep me in town for the hearing.
What are you talking about?
I saw the marshal kill Neely Hollister.
It wasn't an accident.
All right, knock it off, Clark.
You know when you sent me out to Lookout Point
to get those trees?
I saw the whole thing.
The marshal was pushing Neely down the road
with the bumper of his car.
Neely made a run for it and the marshal
ran him down in cold blood.
That's why Mr. Hollister wants me here,
to testify.
Mr. Hollister would have said something to me.
Not if he thought you would tell the marshal.
Well, it looks like you're going to get a chance
to prove your little story.
Look, he killed one man.
What's to stop him from killing another?
I'm the only one who can testify against him.
Get back to work.
Oh, boy, I'm sorry I took so long.
You know Fred Deevers?
Coroner's man, he starts talking and- Whew.
Joe Bob, uh-
Listen, if you'd like to see something interesting,
just take a little look at that.
Killed his wife?
Bugging those cells wasn't such a bad idea, was it?
I heard him talking to the other prisoner.
I decided to check it out.
You know what he just tried to do, Joe Bob?
Convince me that you killed Neely on purpose.
Come on, old buddy, you've got to be kidding.
No, sir. He built up quite a story.
You didn't believe him, did you, Floyd?
Of course I didn't believe him.
Now don't let it bother you, Floyd.
A wife killer will say anything
to try to take the heat off of him.
Now, you go get yourself a nice,
cool drink of water, boy.
I'll keep an eye on him.
What-?
You stay right there.
What's the trouble, Floyd?
Looks like all that alcohol is boiling out of him.
Well, maybe we ought to get him into town to a doctor.
You want to call it a day with him too?
Well, you take him on in, Floyd.
We'll let this one finish his painting.
You, uh, sure you don't want me
to come back later?
Floyd, if I can't watch over one little prisoner,
I had better hand in my badge, hadn't I?
I'll, uh, see you back in town.
Lock that gate, Floyd, when you go past.
It's just banging itself to death.
There's some trees need to be planted over there
by Lookout Point.
You about ready, Kimble?
Get going.
Thelma, come on in.
Floyd, I want to see Marshal Sims.
Well, he's not in.
I wanna withdraw the complaint against Mr. Clark.
Why?
Because he didn't do anything except try to help.
He told you that wild story, didn't he?
About Joe Bob and Neely?
But I don't think it's a wild story.
Thelma, I know how hard this has been on you and your father.
And I know how you've always disliked Joe Bob.
But that's no reason to start grabbing at straws.
They're not straws. Now, let me tell you something.
We put a trace on Mr. Clark.
You know who he really is?
A man named Kimble.
He's wanted for murdering his wife.
Well- Well, he told me he
was in some kind of trouble.
Some kind? They don't make trouble worse than murder.
Well, I- I'm sorry, Floyd. But-
Whatever he's done, I don't believe he lied to me.
Look, Thelma,
Joe Bob is a respected man in this town.
And he's promised to hand over this whole thing to me someday,
marshal's badge and all.
Look, with that kind of money-
Well, I always thought you and me maybe someday could-
I know. I-I know, Floyd. But-
But right now, I want to speak to Mr. Clark.
You can't.
He's out at Apache Park.
You mean with Joe Bob?
They'll be back after a while.
Floyd, what if Mr. Clark is telling the truth?
But he's not telling the truth, Thelma.
But if he is
and Joe Bob knows it?
Dump those rocks over the point there.
Ooh, that's a long way down, ain't it?
I think we better dig this big one out.
You know, something, Kimble?
You're my ticket to the state capitol.
Yes, sir.
When I bring in a hotshot fugitive like you,
they're liable to give me a medal.
Course, it's very enjoyable right now watching
a wife killer earn his wages.
Oh, there's a telephone call for me
waiting in my office from Stafford, Indiana.
You happen to know a fellow by the name
of Lieutenant Philip Gerard?
Well, if you're in a hurry to get to the electric chair,
I could go make the call right now.
You can't cut through rock with a shovel.
You have to lift that up.
It's too big.
What's the matter, boy?
Killing women make you weak?
Stand aside.
You stand over there.
I think maybe you're going to have to slip
the shovel under the edge of the rock.
Come on, get that shovel under there.
Let's go.
Joe Bob!
Let's take him on in.
Floyd, old boy,
I almost let this customer get away from me.
How did you find us?
We were on our way to Apache Park
and we heard the shot.
I found out you had taken your deer rifle out of the rack, I-
I thought you had gone hunting.
You don't use it for anything else, do you, Joe Bob?
A gopher's been tearing up the park lately, Floyd.
Took the rifle along in case I saw one.
Come on down. I can cover him from here.
No, Floyd.
You take Thelma, get on out of here.
We can't tell about this one.
I'll meet you back at the park.
If it's all the same to you, Joe Bob, I'll-
I'll stay here with you.
Floyd, listen, boy,
I've had a long, hard day.
Now, don't you try my patience.
If you've got any idea of being marshal someday,
you do like you're told!
Floyd!
Ask him what he promised the mayor.
Shut up, Kimble!
Let him tell you about the deal he made
to give your job to the mayor's son.
I said shut up, Kimble!
What's he talking about, Joe Bob?
How should I know?
He's lying.
Whose word do you take, his or mine?
Did you make some kind of a deal with the mayor, Joe Bob?
Why should I, Floyd?
Because he needs his help at the hearing.
This whole town's behind me!
Not after they find out you killed Neely Hollister.
Don't do it, Joe Bob!
I think he'll be all right.
What difference could it make to a man like you?
When I get to the highway, I'll phone for help.
Just- Just go away.
Go away and leave us alone.
In the aftermath of violence,
there must always come a moment of peace.
A time for healing
and a time to restore the delicate balance
of life versus death.
But, for a fugitive,
there can be no moment of peace.
He must travel the road of the hunted.
And for Richard Kimble,
that road apparently has no end.
ANNOUNCER:
Hey. Hey, come on!
Come on, now.
Now, come on. Whoa, whoa,
hold it, big daddy. We got an invitation.
I gotta talk to you.
Why?
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.
Mark Goddard.
I came out to see if my car had been cleaned.
I may want to use it.
employed in the hills above Los Angeles,
He is also still a fugitive.
Oh, Danny, where've you been?
Just working.
Wonderful things are happening.
I want you to come.
It doesn't matter, they won't be home.
Senator Barnes flew into town yesterday
And Mother just couldn't let Daddy miss a-
A supper with Senator Barnes
I know, I know.
Look, I-
It was only that- Well, I didn't ask you
because I wanted to save you being embarrassed by anything-
Yeah,
Phil Andrews is here to see you, dear.
Oh, Mother, can't you tell him that I'm not in?
Uh, Warren, show Mr. Andrews into the study, please.
He wants you to go sailing with him, dear.
And really, it's been a month since you've seen him at all.
Please come up.
Jonesy?
Can't we talk to your mother?
Do you want to tell her?
Well, I'd rather go through that again than, uh,
Douglas.
I live in a whole little world of chemical smells.
Chlorine, formaldehyde.
Yeah. Have you registered yet?
You know, I think I might take that course in embryology
I'd be the only senior in the class-
Oh, Douglas, I want you inside for a minute, please.
Well, Danny, isn't tomorrow your day?
But I, uh, wanted to see Joanne so...
No, thanks. I was-
Thank you. Yes, ma'am.
What do you mean?
I wanted to ask her something about the party tonight.
was going away for the weekend.
No, maybe tomorrow.
she wants me to come tonight.
Seems, uh, her folks won't be home to com-
Since you volunteered your confidence,
I think she needs a guy
that'll stand up to her mother and father.
We could do anything you like.
Just, uh, bum around,
I don't know.
Goodbye, Mrs. Glenn.
Hey, there, good buddy.
New car?
Yeah, I traded with my cousin.
What party?
but I'm probably wrong.
Ah, maybe she'll call me later.
You, uh, doing our pool today?
Holler for me, I've got a cold beer.
and you'll both mature together.
stop pushing him at me.
He irritates me. Hasn't anyone ever irritated you?
I hope you won't be as rude to him tonight
as you were just now.
Remember, I don't want him.
I mean, people who know both of you.
Joanne, I'm afraid I'm going to have to instruct you.
Call Phil and invite him.
Douglas, I've already told Warren
Uh, but I think you'll have to help him move it.
My suggestion is we start with the sofa.
Danny?
No, forget it. Just come tonight.
What happened?
Same thing that always happens.
Mother arranges things.
But this isn't her party, it's mine.
It's ours.
Danny, I told you that it was important
for you to come tonight.
This is going to be our wedding party.
We're going to elope.
Aw, Jonesy, come on, now.
We've been over this and over it.
Look, I'm sick and tired
of talking about getting married someday.
I want it to be now.
I love you. I mean it.
And I love you. And I don't want your folks being sore at you
for the rest of your life.
They'll accept it after it's done.
No, Jonesy.
Look, it's not far to Mexico,
and-and this is the perfect night.
The kids will keep the party alive to cover for us.
We'll use my car.
Danny.
Please?
No, Jonesy, I- I don't think I'd even better come tonight.
Danny,
please.
Now, Douglas, I'm sure you understand
that it will by impossible
for Mr. Glenn and me to stay in tonight.
I understand.
And the youngsters seem to respect you,
so, um,
I'm putting you in charge.
You're to chaperon my daughter's party.
Uh, these are the guests.
The, uh, only guests.
Anyway, uh,
I, uh- I didn't mean to mention a party, Phil.
Forget it. What the hey?
I just don't score with Joanne, you know?
She just probably forgot. Forget it.
That's a kooky hobby you've got.
Some guys collect stamps...
...some guys collect dames.
Look, Phil, uh, thanks for the beer.
I better go down and do your pool.
Okay, so what if I just showed up over there?
Just went?
It's not my party.
It's none of my business.
Well, who'd be there to stop us?
I mean, like, say, Buzzy and Joe and I went over?
The chauffeur and the houseman, I guess.
Warren?
What about the chauffeur? He give us any trouble?
Oh, you'd have to ask him.
Wanna go with us?
No, thanks.
Okay.
But, uh,
maybe I'll try it.
Uh, Buzz?
Phil.
Yeah, yeah. Uh,
how'd you and, uh, Joe like to go to a party tonight?
Charles, we're gonna be very late.
What are you doing, dear?
Hm?
Well, actually, I'm kind of regretting
that we made this engagement for tonight.
Oh, Charles,
you and your insecurity.
Oh, I don't mean Senator Barnes.
Well, of course not.
He doesn't impress you,
you impress him.
Senators are not superior beings, you know,
they just have superior influence where it counts.
Well, I could see him during business hours, you know.
Darling, you're a brilliant organizer.
I want the Senator to know
that you are a charming, brilliant organizer.
Well, it still bothers me leaving Joanne
with this party. A house full of kids.
They're young adults, my dear,
and they're all from the very best families.
You know,
I think we can look forward to a very nice match
for our daughter.
Young Phil Andrews is coming
and he is seriously interested.
Hello, Warren. Good evening, Warren.
I know all these kids, they're on the list.
Well, Douglas,
try to maintain reasonable order, won't you?
They're good kids. They won't be any trouble.
And I think you should give Douglas
the Cooper's phone number, dear.
Oh, it's Brighton something or oth-
It's, uh, in the book by the phone in the study.
Yes, sir. I want you to call us,
uh, say about 10:00? All right.
Mm-hm, in case your evening gets dull.
Oh, Charles, we're terribly late.
Where's, uh-? Oh, there.
Excuse me.
Have a lovely evening, dear.
We'll try not to be late.
Thank you. What do I wish you?
Success?
Thank you.
Is, uh-?
Phil's not here.
I didn't ask him.
"Etiology of Delinquent and Criminal Behavior. "
You know, you gotta be a brain just to read the titles.
What's etiology?
Causes and reasons.
Oh.
You know, you could start your own FBI.
Just a hobby.
Keeps me out of trouble.
You know, man, if you ever grabbed somebody like that,
can you imagine?
Pow.
Pictures in the paper, TV, flashbulbs.
A long shot.
Joe's here, come on. Party time.
Oh, wait.
Just the chauffeur. You're sure?
I'm sure.
Okay.
Charge.
How's it goin'?
Welcome to the party.
Excuse us, I've gotta steal him away.
We'll be right back.
You came, you came,
I knew you'd come.
Mm.
Okay, I- I came to the party.
That doesn't mean we're eloping.
But, Danny, it does.
Honey, people just don't elope without making plans.
Oh, but I have. I have a suitcase all packed
for us in my car.
Seriously? Mm-hm.
I did it this morning before I saw you at the pool.
And yesterday I went shopping for you
and bought everything.
Size 10 and a half socks. And 15 and a half 33 shirt.
And a razor and your favorite shaving things.
Mm.
And the Country Squire in Laguna
has the bridal suite reserved
for Mr. and Mrs. Daniel Harvey Holt.
Why didn't you tell me?
Well, I thought it would be a pleasant surprise.
Maybe I'm wrong, hm?
Honey, uh, you know I love you, but...
Well, I know you say you do.
Well, now if there's any doubt in your mind about that, uh,
you sure don't want me for a husband.
Danny,
all I want is you.
If you don't take me away I'll be-
I'll be sent to the proper schools,
and married to the proper man,
and join all the proper clubs,
and live a lovely, proper,
nothing life.
And the thought of it tears me apart.
Look, I-I love my mother
but I can't stand up to her any longer
so it's got to be now,
tonight for us, or...
I don't know what I'll do.
All right, Jonesy.
Okay.
Now our only hurdle is Douglas.
Once we get passed him, I'm free.
Hi, there. Name please.
Joe. Just a moment-
Only invited guests are-
Now is the time for all good crashers
to come to the aid of the party.
Am I right? Huh?
Uh, you're wrong.
Oh, if you're the Glenn's chauffeur,
I'm Phil Andrews, uh,
we're friends of Joanne's.
Are your names on the list?
No, he isn't.
Joanne, it's three more guys.
Maybe it's my fault, Jonesy.
No, I'm sorry, my mother set a limit.
That's it, fellows. Sorry.
Only the names on the list,
let's go.
Come on.
It's all right.
They just got a little mixed up.
Now, everybody happy?
Crash, he said.
Big operator.
Yeah, I wonder if he's got any other big ideas.
So what do we care?
Let's go to the castle. I'll buy, okay?
Oh, heh, I'm not hungry.
Hey, why don't we drop Phil off at his place?
We've had it.
Gee, honey, I'm awfully sorry about Phil,
I-I made a bigmouth goof,
I mentioned the party to him.
Well, at least we got rid of him.
He's the type that would try to make trouble for us.
You didn't tell him about the elopement, did you?
No. No.
I've got a feeling Douglas is wise.
Why?
Well, this afternoon,
he said something about, uh, you going away.
He must have seen me put my things in the car.
He's pretty sharp.
Hey.
Hey, baby, over here, chop, chop.
Right here. Coming.
Here, honey,
for your hope chest.
Hey, there, good buddies.
All of a sudden I got so hungry.
Still wanna go to the party?
Do you like getting kicked out on your tail?
Not tonight. Not anymore.
It just so happens I got a pass.
Oh, a pass, huh?
Maybe your, uh, chauffeur-type can't read.
He can read this.
I'll have him down on his knees, begging.
"Yes, sir, please sir.
Walk right in, sir".
What do you say?
He means it.
Let's get it on.
Twist my arm.
Hey, Dave? Party, come on.
Hey, party time.
Hey, hey, come on, guys.
Not the whole gang.
You guys know where it is?
Joanne Glenn's place.
Listen, they can't, not all of them.
All right, you'll have to move some cars to get mine out.
The keys are in it. Hurry.
No, no trouble, Mr. Glenn.
I had to turn away a couple of boys
who came without invitations.
But they left peacefully.
Well, Douglas, I'm sorry this has happened.
I'm sorry you got saddled with it.
Now, you're sure that nobody's feelings were hurt?
All right. Now, uh,
we'll be here at the Cooper's for perhaps another hour
and then we're coming home.
Charles.
Yes, now, call if you need us.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
What happened?
Well, Douglas had to turn away a few uninvited friends.
Oh, is that all?
Well, it's enough.
Well, it isn't a crisis.
Oh, I didn't call it that.
But you said we'd be home in an hour. We can't.
We should be home now.
Oh, Charles, why don't you have some confidence in Joanne?
I do. I do.
But I just don't like leaving her welfare
to a chauffeur and a butler.
Well, really, you-
It isn't the time or the place to argue.
Madge?
Look, can't we-? Can't we just politely say
our thank you's and leave?
No, we cannot.
The senator wants to go to that new little club on Pico.
Well, get us out of it.
No, Charles, it was my suggestion.
Then get me out of it.
I'm not going on any round of night clubs,
I'm going home.
Alone?
Wouldn't that be sweet?
Madge...
Madge, does this nonsense-?
Is it really so important to you?
Your position is important to your wife and to your daughter,
even if you don't think so.
Now, Charles, I've worked hard
for whatever we've achieved tonight.
Don't throw it away, hm?
Shut it off.
Where are you going?
Out.
Come on, Danny.
I need some fresh air.
Where's your car?
I like this one better.
Because it comes complete with Joney's suitcase in the trunk?
All right, what are you, uh,
the Gestapo or just a nosey guy?
You sound like, uh, about 10 years old.
You're not gonna stop us, Douglas.
You and Joney think you're going to elope, is that it?
You're a real smart guy.
No, actually, I'm pretty stupid.
I thought you and Joney were a couple of kids
who might really be in love.
We are.
Yeah, sure.
You act like it.
You face the problems like real adults, don't you?
What other chance have we got?
Her folks treat me like dirt.
My-my aunt and uncle, they just laugh.
They call it puppy love.
What are you making it look like?
Douglas, Joanne and I have been in love
for almost three years.
Do you know what that's like?
One girl, nobody else.
And loving her
and wanting all the time to touch her
and at the same time hating yourself for wanting to.
Yeah.
You got, uh, a year of college left, right?
Then what about med school?
He's going to med school.
I don't suggest you interfere with this, Douglas,
stick to your cars
or you may be fired tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Tonight, your parents left me in charge.
Oh, and does my mother pay you an extra bonus for spying?
Look, Douglas, we love each other.
Well, then why do this behind peoples' backs?
We're not hurting anyone, we're-
We're going to get married and he'll go to medical school.
With a wife to support?
I've got money of my own.
And if it's not enough, I'll get a job.
Where are you gonna leave the baby?
There won't be any baby.
At least not for a while.
Oh, I don't think you're mature enough to handle that either.
So go ahead, run away. She can afford it.
But you can't buy an M.D. degree.
Med school is tough. It's very tough.
You won't see much of each other but you won't be bored.
No, you'll be studying night and day.
Saturdays and Sundays.
And you'll be running things.
Your own life your own way, that's all you want, isn't it?
Douglas, it's tough to wait.
People wait. Animals don't.
All right, so he'll call my parents
but it'll be too late. Let's go.
Joanne.
What're you doing?
We're not going.
Danny.
Danny, look, you can't let him talk us out of this.
Just because he said-
A couple of pretty important things.
He can't tell us what to do. Nobody can.
I am not going to let another person ever
arrange one more day of my life.
But you're arranging mine.
Danny...
Danny, look, it's us.
Jonesy, honey,
it makes me sick to my stomach to argue with you.
Maybe that's why your father never argues with your mother.
That's why she rules him. Well, now she's ruling us.
She's making us do something that isn't right
just because she disapproves of me.
Well, that's not reason enough.
Danny, I'm warning you, don't-
Jonesy, don't put it like that.
Let's try to stand up to people.
Jonesy-
Hey- Please.
You can't just-
Please. Stop it.
I thought I told you you weren't invited.
Now, come on. Whoa, hold it, big daddy.
We got an invitation.
Let's go, you too. No, you too, come on, out of here.
Hey, Phil, come on, buddy-boy.
Or what?
The police?
You gonna call the fuzz?
I'd rather not do that.
Why not?
You need help. Go ahead, call 'em.
Look, I don't wanna get you kids into trouble.
I just want you out of here.
Hey, Joanne?
Douglas.
My, you're persistent, aren't you?
I'm sorry, Joanne, I didn't think there'd be so many.
Let them stay.
I want them here.
Douglas, pick up the vase.
Oh, they're all friends of hers, Douglas,
uh, they're pretty good kids.
Hm.
I'm going upstairs to change my clothes.
Be down in a little while.
Have fun.
Yes.
Well, no, I was trying to reach a Mr. Charles Glenn.
Forget it.
Hey, guys, look. Spaghetti.
Hey, here we go!
I betcha there's some upstairs, huh?
No. Listen-
Do you wanna go get some booze?
Dave-?
Hello, sergeant, there's a party going on
at the Charles Glenn residence,
uh, that's on Little Fox Road above Sunset.
L-look, it's getting a little out of hand, uh,
maybe you better send one of your patrol cars over here.
Yes, it's, uh, 7-1-3...
Now, I went along with this because somebody said
that you were friends of the Glenns,
and that you were nice kids.
Now, if there's any more damage,
I'm gonna do everything I have to
to get you out of here.
Thank you.
Danny.
I gotta talk to you.
He's making noise about calling the cops.
Wouldn't you? He can't.
Why?
I, uh, read the background stuff on him.
Supposed to have killed his wife.
He confess?
You don't confess when you got a chance.
Circumstantial evidence like that.
That's all and nothing else?
He was tried and convicted.
Danny, we could call the cops - Shut up.
Danny, you don't get many chances like this.
Headlines, pictures in the papers, TV.
We split it down the middle, you and me-
Would you lay off?
I'm gonna handle this, Phil.
I want you to keep your mouth shut,
and I mean it.
My ankle.
It's twisted, Doug.
Clean this place up.
I'm gonna take him to his room.
The party's over.
Understand? The party is over.
Come on.
Don't break your back.
No, you just don't walk away.
Hey, liquor cabinet's locked.
We couldn't get it open.
Maybe we better forget it.
Wonder where Joanne's room is.
She probably knows where the key is.
Hey, Joanne? Who called?
Hey, Joanne- Hey...
Uh, Joanne, where's the key to the liquor cabinet?
What's the matter? The party getting dull?
No, we just thought that maybe we'd spike the punch, you know?
Oh, well, I'll be down after a while
and we'll see what we can do.
Hm.
Uh, Buzzy, listen, don't-
Need any help, Joanne?
Come on, now,
all I want is one lousy little kiss.
Me, too, baby.
Come on.
Now, you get 'em out of here.
All of them, right now. Come on.
All right, come on, let's get out of here.
Come on.
Danny, I'm sorry.
That goes for you too, kid.
Savages. Savages. Savages.
Are you all right?
Didn't you see?
I didn't like what I saw.
I saw you ask for that.
Now are-? Are you all right
or are you just feeling sorry for yourself?
Danny-
You better take a cold shower.
Danny-
Danny.
Danny, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Douglas?
Doug, I, uh...
...I just called the cops a few minutes ago.
Thanks, Danny.
Make sure they get the right kids.
In my opinion,
it was just a thoroughly successful evening.
That's what Joanne wished us when we left.
Remember?
Did she?
Success?
I'm wondering if she was avoiding things like, uh,
have a good time,
have fun, be happy...
Oh, Charles, you're not still peeved, are you?
Everything's going so well.
According to plan?
You know, we built everything according to your plan
and specifications, Madge,
and I'm not real sure we haven't built something ugly.
Who's in charge here?
I, uh, I- I made the call, officer.
Party-crashers, huh?
You think we got 'em all?
I don't know. I'd have to check.
You the chaperon?
Mrs. Glenn left me in charge, yes.
Okay, Danny, now?
You open your mouth, Phil,
and I'll tell them exactly who started this little circus.
Wait.
Well, it looks like we got here none too soon.
You wanna prefer charges?
That'll be up to Mr. and Mrs. Glenn.
Where are they?
Out.
What does this mean? What does this mean?
Now, easy, Madge. Mrs. Glenn,
if you'll just try to calm- You shut up.
I left you in charge. Where were you?
Officer, I want the responsibility for this fixed.
Maybe Douglas just did that, Mrs. Glenn.
You. He's the one.
No, he's not.
He was the one that called us.
I tried to reach you at the Cooper's residence.
Then I called two or three night clubs.
You folks wanna prefer charges?
Well, I don't know- Th-
But that's Phil Andrews,
and Buzzy Phelps?
Mary-
Uh, Charles?
Well, I- I guess you better move the car.
I'm afraid we'll have to know
if you intend to press charges, Mrs. Glenn.
They're all from good families,
people we know socially.
People my husband does business with.
We'll press charges.
All right, whose nice,
bright little idea was this?
The brain.
Big time Charlie.
Look, I just wanted-
He's gone.
Grab him. That's Kimble.
That's Richard Kimble.
Look, you'll lose him. He's an interstate fugitive,
a murderer. That's Kimble!
Danny, show them. Show them the picture.
There's, uh, been a little bit of drinking going on-
I bet there was. Danny-
What did you say your name was?
I asked for your name. Please!
Andrews. Phil Andrews.
Where's Joanne?
So we finally get around to your daughter.
Is she all right?
Well, that all depends
how you mean the questions, Mr. Glenn.
Uh, some of her friends gave her a pretty bad time.
They might have even treated her worse than they did
your house or your reputation.
She's upstairs.
Danny, we're, uh,
not unwilling to discuss these matters with you,
it's just that...
I'm still so terribly upset.
Mother, so am I.
And, uh, I have business people here.
Mrs. Glenn,
Joanne and I are going to be married.
Now or later. We don't have to wait.
I have the permission of my guardians
and Joanne's old enough.
She doesn't need yours.
Well, now, you are planning to go back to school.
How do you expect to support my daughter?
Not your daughter.
My wife.
Charles?
Go on, Danny.
I've worked very hard for my education, Mrs. Glenn.
I want the rest of it. All of it.
We also want your blessings.
We'll work for that.
Right now we wanna talk
about how, and when, and where.
I think we ought to talk about it now.
All right, dear.
Go tell the insurance man to call me later tonight.
The world in which young people get married,
and share love and build dreams,
is a thousand miles from the world
in which Richard Kimble walks.
The world of pursuit and fear.
The world of a fugitive.