You even had me fooled, Dr. Kimble,
and that is saying something.
And I don't want to spoil what you did for Claire.
What are you going to do?
I'm gonna leave you here, quietly, with Bob.
Look, Bob, I-
You're the one they're looking for, aren't you?
Yes, I am. Brady says you're a killer.
Well, there was a killing.
I was convicted. I couldn't prove my innocence
and I still can't.
There's a station wagon down in the garage.
He wants me to take you downtown with him.
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:
Ed Begley,
Richard Andersen,
Diana Van Der Vlis.
ANNOUNCER:
No job, for Richard Kimble, is anything more than
a means to the end: survival.
The dignity of his profession is a memory and a hope.
He can never know what unexpected shift of fate
will send him running again.
Perhaps in pursuit of the one-armed man.
Perhaps in flight for his life.
Maintenance.
Now, Mr. Burns,
this is Maude Keller in Number 9.
You said you'd come up and fix that faucet of mine
when you got a chance.
Uh, Mrs. Keller, uh, I'm off in 10 minutes.
I-I have to catch a bus for Cleveland this evening.
Oh, Mr. Burns, those busses run every half hour.
I happen to know.
Now, I simply will not put up with
this drip, drip, drip another night.
All right.
I'll try and fix it.
Be right up.
ANNOUNCER And now we return to the second half of
What's My Name?
Our second category today is "Lawbreakers. "
Ready? Ready? All right. What's my name?
Now, if you'll look at our screen
we have some photographic clues for you. Ready?
I lived in this ordinary town.
I worked in this ordinary building.
I was brought to trial in this ordinary courthouse
for the crime of murder.
I was accused and convicted of killing my wife.
Now, can you tell me, what's my name?
Well, I'll give you one final clue:
I am now at large, a fugitive,
and either of you contestants, and our viewers too,
as far as that's concerned, can do a great public service
by helping to bring me to justice.
Give me the police, quick.
Your name and address, please.
Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.
All right, we'll- Yes, ma'am.
Uh, Luke, I'm going to call it a day.
If anything turns up I'll be at home, huh.
Just a minute, please.
A woman thinks the janitor in her apartment building
is a Dr. Richard Kimble. Murder one. A fugitive.
Ring any bells?
Where is this?
Who is it?
It's me, Mrs. Keller. Tom Burns.
The faucet you wanted fixed. Where is it?
U-Uh, I, uh...
I changed my mind. It stopped.
You mean it stopped dripping?
Yes, yes. I-I changed my mind.
Well, Mrs. Keller, what is the matter?
Nothing the matter with me. Just keep away from me. Please.
No, please, what is the matter?
Just keep away, that's all. Just keep away or I'll scream.
I'll scream my lungs out!
COP Car Number 22 to headquarters. Come in please. Over.
Go ahead, Car 22.
We're at the Walnut Street address, sergeant.
The woman is very emotional. The suspect is still at large.
I have a witness here who can assist with identification.
Request instructions. Over.
Roger, 22.
Units 9 and D-5 are on the way.
Is the suspect in the building?
I don't think so, sergeant.
Unit 22 stand by for assistance.
Units 9 and D-5. Code 6.
Call the county, call the state. Request cooperation.
Order all off-duty men to report at once.
Try to seal off the area first, and then the town.
Cover the bus depot, the train depot and the taxi service.
Take this over to the duplicator.
Run off some copies.
Take one over to Walnut Street for identification.
Now, call the local radio station.
Take a copy of Kimble's picture over to the TV station.
Ask the TV people if they'll run his mug
on the air every chance that they get.
Got all that, Luke? Yes, sir.
You going over to Walnut Street?
No, it's 5:00, I'll go get some dinner.
Dinner? Now?
Just over at the Burger House.
I always work better when my stomach's full.
Dan, is that you?
Uh, no, ma'am.
Oh, forgive me. I thought you were someone else.
I need a little help. Would you mind?
I didn't mean to startle you. I guess I came in the wrong way.
I'm Claire Whittaker. Do I know you?
Oh, I don't think so, I'm, uh-
What's your name?
Uh, Phil. Mead. Phil Mead.
Claire?
Where are you?
Here I am, Dan.
All right, Claire.
Just walk toward my voice.
It's all right, Dan. There's someone here to help me.
Who's there?
I am, sir.
This is Mr. Mead.
Or is it Dr. Mead?
No.
You're not a student.
Your voice is too mature.
So you must be from the Good Neighbor Society.
Mr. Mead? Yes, sir.
I want you to let her do most of it by herself.
Don't hang onto her.
Just stay with her.
Be sure she doesn't fall.
Oh, Dan, for heaven's sake, stop directing traffic.
You have to learn, Claire.
We all did.
MAN He asks the continued cooperation of the public
and feels confident that the fugitive
will be in custody by nightfall.
You're not helping her, are you, Mead?
No, sir. Just walking along.
I know I irritate Claire Whittaker,
but she'll be a lot better off, by George,
once she learns to move around by herself.
An idle person's going to waste away, it seems to me.
So I take it on myself to try and keep folks busy here.
Come on, I'll show you.
Oh, who's this?
Mrs. Ferguson. Mr. Mead.
Where are you?
I'm right here, Mr. Brady. Oh.
Now, Mr. Mead, that's, uh, that's Mrs. Ferguson.
Regardless of the noise I make,
it's really Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson who run the place.
Mr. Mead is down from Cleveland.
Oh. Good Neighbor Society. You alone?
Phil Mead, we're going to call him Phil.
Mr. Brady, you call my husband,
and he'll show this gentleman to the guest room.
Say, I can do that.
Guest room's right next to mine.
Come on, Phil.
I'll, uh- I'll show you.
Poor old Mrs. Ferguson,
I'm afraid we run her half to death.
Tell the truth, her husband is-
Well, he's a little slow. Not much help.
If I wanted to watch television later on?
Well, uh, now, I'm, uh- I'm sorry, Phil.
There's not a- Not a set in the house.
Now, there's one room on the right and two on the left.
The guest room is the second- Mr. Mead.
Miss Whittaker has some letters she wants to write.
Would you go up and help her?
I'm needed in the kitchen.
Say, that's good.
Claire Whittaker needs a little excitement.
I think you made an impression.
Want me to show you the way?
Well, no. I know how to get there. Thank you.
Well, Luke, what's new?
The mayor's in your office.
I see his car outside.
Hello, mayor.
Barney, where have you been?
Didn't the sergeant tell you?
I was having dinner.
At a time like this? With a killer loose in town?
When I got hungry, Otis, I have to eat.
Don't you realize that your position in this town
is only temporary until that council meeting tomorrow?
Sure, sure, sure.
And half the members still feel we ought to promote
one of the local officers to the job.
Good idea.
Barney, I went way out on a limb to bring you here.
Way out on a limb.
If you don't want the job, why did you come?
I do want the job.
Then you'd better start acting it.
Imagine what it would do to my prestige here
if you let me down.
Stop worrying.
Stop worrying?
You get out there and find that killer, Kimble,
and then I'll stop worrying.
Otis, I'm not running a Wild West show.
I'm running a police department.
The machinery I've set in motion
is far more efficient than any one man.
Do you understand that?
All right, I understand it.
Barney, why aren't you out there?
Dan Brady wouldn't have sat there. He couldn't have.
Dan Brady would have been out there with his men.
I am not Dan Brady.
Therefore, I, uh, think it better
to face the fact
that Dr. Jorgensen
is a disappointing and, uh, obstinate old man.
I ask you again, Ruth,
to accept my fate,
as I have done.
Your loving sister, Claire.
That'll fix her. Heh.
That's, uh, Claude Jorgensen.
He's supposed to be one of the best.
Oh, now don't you start being full of hope and cheer, Phil.
I like you just the way you are.
What else?
Nothing.
How about some music?
Phonograph?
I never use the silly thing.
Why not? There's nothing wrong with your ears.
I, uh, I can't read labels or find switches with my ears.
Well, then get someone to help you or find a system.
Why should I settle for that?
What do you mean, "settle"?
Phil, either you see or you don't.
I don't and I never will again.
I have to be a burden in essential things.
I've adjusted to that.
But I've never asked anyone for anything I didn't need.
All right.
You're not going?
You don't need me.
Phil?
Well, good evening, Mr. Mayor.
Hi, Mrs. Ferguson,
I'd like to see Dan Brady.
Thank you.
Mayor, right in here.
Dan, I've got to talk to you.
I don't suppose you know what's taking place in town.
You've got no TV sets in here.
Remember a thing called radio?
My transistor keeps me in touch.
Oh, well, then you do know?
Dan, this town is in the grip of fear.
Oh, come on, Otis.
If this killer isn't caught- I know. I know-
If he's not apprehended.
Well, you can just imagine
what that will do to my reputation as mayor.
Why come to me with it?
Dan, you kept law and order here for over 30 years.
Folks still talk of Chief Brady.
Always will.
They respect you. And so do I.
Now, I-I need your advice.
Maybe your influence.
I thought maybe if you'd go on the TV
and say a word or two about, uh-
Don't be foolish.
You've got your Chief of Police. This Barney Vilattic.
He's a college man.
He's only temporary chief, Dan.
Well, put him on the TV.
Let him make an educated statement.
All I've got is 38 years' experience.
Experience doesn't count anymore.
Dan, please, at a time like this...
If Kimble isn't caught before the council meeting tomorrow,
I'm gonna look like a doggone fool
when I ask them to make Vilattic permanent Chief of Police.
And suppose you- You just make a statement.
T-That one of the reporters,
or one of the announcers could read. Just to...
give the folks confidence.
Yeah, I'll make a statement.
I lost my eyes performing my duty to this town
and you gave me a tin medal and put me out to pasture.
I'm blind, Otis. Blind.
I'm still a better man than you or your Barney Vilattic.
I want to place a call to the Good Neighbor Society
up in Cleveland.
Oh, Mr. Mead? Dinner's in 10 minutes.
Will you tell the others?
Say, Phil?
W-What's your secret, Phil?
What do you mean by "secret"?
Why you're the first person who ever got Claire Whittaker
to play that phonograph.
How did you do it?
Well, I don't know, but it's no secret.
Oh, you're like all the rest.
No. I take that back.
Everybody the Good Neighbor Society sends down here is nice,
but you're a little different.
By golly, I wish we could keep you here.
Well, you know, I have, uh, other work to do.
I'd like to come back, of course.
Oh, sure. I know.
But you are going to stay overnight, aren't you?
Well, no, I hadn't planned to, Mr. Brady.
Well, would it- Would it put you out a lot to stay?
I'll tell you why.
You got through to Claire Whittaker-
Well, I - Yes, you did. Yes, you did.
And we've got another resident here,
a young schoolteacher.
I wish you'd have a try at reaching him.
He was blinded in a highway accident.
Driving a school bus.
Two youngsters were killed.
The whole thing was investigated and he was cleared.
Absolutely cleared.
He's the only person alive who doesn't believe he's innocent.
And he never comes out of his room.
Mr. Brady, I am not a psychiatrist.
Well, just talk to him.
See how he feels.
Go on. Knock on the door. Knock on it.
Bob?
This is Phil.
Phil Mead from the Good Neighbor Society.
Bob Sterne, Phil.
Mind if we come in?
Yes, I mind.
Uh, well, uh...
Mrs. Ferguson wanted me to tell you that dinner is ready.
Thank you.
It was nice meeting you.
Oh, now, don't be rude, Bob.
Phil's heard about you from some of the other Good Neighbors
who visited here, and, well,
he's just interested in learning about your accident
and seeing if he can help you.
He can't help.
He can just get out of here.
We all know you were innocent.
There's no reason on Earth
for you to keep on hiding in this room.
Mr. Brady, I think-
Well, there were 24 kids on that bus.
He saved 22 of them.
He went back into it four times while it was on fire.
And in spite of that-
Mr. Brady,
I think you better leave.
Well, okay, Phil.
Try to talk some sense to him.
I'm, uh, sorry.
Thank you.
Can I help you to dinner?
Dinner is served. Dinner, everyone.
Dinner, Mr. Mead.
Dinner, Bob.
Who's that tray for?
Mrs. Whittaker always has her tray in her room.
Uh, I'll take it. Save you the trip.
Well, thank you, Phil, but don't bother.
I'm coming down for dinner tonight.
By yourself?
Of course, by myself. Don't be silly.
One step at a time, Claire.
Slow and easy.
Come on, Claire, you can make it.
I always knew you could.
Do hush.
Leave me alone.
Come on, Claire, you can make it.
Be still.
I want to go back to my room.
I'll help her.
Mr. Mead?
How is she?
She ate most of her dinner.
She's resting now.
Mr. Mead, I- I wonder if I could talk to you?
All right. Where?
In- In my room.
Has Mr. Mead come downstairs yet?
Yes, Mrs. Ferguson.
He says Claire's fine now. Resting.
I hope the Good Neighbors send him back.
He's a good one.
Mr. Mead, you, uh- You know I'm not blind, don't you?
Yes.
Well, you're the only one who does know.
I... was afraid you'd tell Brady.
Why should I?
He told you about the accident?
You heard what he told me.
The accident was my fault.
He said it wasn't.
He doesn't know.
It was, uh- It was after a football game.
It was- It was very cold.
It was a very, very cold afternoon.
And I had a couple of drinks of whiskey.
I had, uh, two drinks to w-warm myself up.
Were you in control of yourself?
I thought so.
But I never drunk much in my life.
I couldn't avoid the wreck.
Well, did it come out at the investigation?
No.
Well, Bob, if, um,
you think you're to blame, confess.
Ease your conscience.
Oh, have I ever tried to tell myself that.
Have I ever tried, but I-
But everyone thinks you're blind?
Yeah.
After the, uh- After the accident,
I-I was burned. Shocked, I guess.
But later in the hospital
my sight started to come back.
One thing I could always see
were those two kids trapped in the back of the bus.
And I never wanted to see again and I still don't.
I just want to be left alone.
To suffer with your guilt?
Look, Bob, you've got to make up your mind.
Do you want to be punished, or do you want to be worshipped?
What do you mean?
Well, it's nice to be a hero,
but you may have to give that up to ease your conscience.
You might have to give it up.
Phil?
Yes?
He opened up to you, didn't he?
Well, we talked, Mr. Brady, uh...
Say, if we could just keep you here a while
it would do us all a lot of good. I know it.
I thought I'd take a little walk.
Oh, good. Good. I'll go with you.
I used to really enjoy an evening walk.
MAN... unhappy with the negative results
of the expensive all-night manhunt.
So with the council meeting this afternoon
to vote on his permanent appointment,
an hour of reckoning approaches
for acting Chief Barney Vilattic.
Who is it?
Hello, Dan.
Barney Vilattic.
Well. Well, well, well.
Dan, I've got a problem.
Get to it.
I'd like to take a look around this place.
Officially? Yes.
Get out of here.
If I could get permission
I won't need a warrant.
Permission not granted. You hear that?
Look for what?
Oh, come on now, Dan. I know you've got a radio there.
You know who I'm looking for.
He's got to hide where he can't be recognized.
Everybody in town has seen his face on the TV screen.
This house doesn't have a TV set, right?
You're insulting my intelligence with your questions, sonny.
I'm not accusing anybody, Dan.
He might be hiding on the grounds.
You're grasping at straws, Vilattic.
Why anyone would pick you to fill my shoes
is more than I can figure.
I'm not trying to fill your shoes.
You're through, sonny.
I want you to know that.
For 38 years I've laid my life on the line for this town.
No one has given more to these people.
Don't you think that everybody knows that, Dan?
Do they? Do they?
Hoodlums, gangsters, delinquents run wild,
but not in this town.
Do the people really know why?
Because I kept them out.
Do they appreciate what I did for them?
Look.
That's the price for keeping this town safe.
Acid in the face by a couple of hoodlums.
But they're in jail.
I wonder if anyone remembers who put them there?
Dan, I'm sorry.
But I've got a job to do. The same as you did once.
Maybe not the same way, but...
All right, if I need a warrant, I'll come back.
You do that.
While you're searching this house
the city council will be meeting.
You do your job the best way you know how
and we'll let the council decide
what kind of law enforcement they need in this town.
Yours or mine.
I guess I should get downstairs.
You're coming back?
Sure.
May I say something?
Go ahead.
Last night when I fell down the stairs I was humiliated.
But I- I will try again.
Oh, Mr. Mead.
I have some things to do, Mrs. Ferguson.
Yes, but did you see Mrs. Whittaker?
I called and called.
Well, she's up in her room resting.
At least she was 10 minutes ago.
She's gone.
She's never done this before.
Well, she'll go just so far and then she'll wait for help.
What's going on?
Oh, Miss Whittaker's missing, Mr. Brady, but we'll find her.
Oh, let me help. No. You stay put, Mr. Brady.
Mr. Mead and I can see.
But your husband, he can see.
He's off doing errands.
I'll get Cook to help us.
We'll find her.
Well, she can't go very far alone.
Who else is in the room?
Oh, I don't-
Come on, you could go and help them look for her, couldn't you?
I don't know what you mean.
Are we alone?
I-I guess so. I-
You know so.
You're not blind, Bob.
I've tested you a dozen ways.
Tried to bump into you, you always sidestepped.
Your eyes were injured in the wreck,
but your sight came back. Am I right?
Have you told anyone else?
Why should I spoil your fun?
You condemned yourself, boy.
If you didn't enjoy your punishment,
you could put an end to it.
You don't know what it's like. All right.
We'll argue about that later.
You ever listen to your radio? No.
Do you know about the manhunt?
I'm going to tell you who they're looking for.
Phil Mead is no more Phil Mead than I am.
I called the Good Neighbor Society.
They never heard of him.
I say that he's Dr. Richard Kimble,
a fugitive and a murderer.
I don't believe that.
Our whole police force, Mr. Acting Chief Vilattic,
state and county reinforcements, combing the town,
and blocking the roads, costing the town a fortune.
And they can't find him.
And I've got him.
I've got him.
Well, if it's true, um-
I mean-
Why don't you stop pretending and call the real police?
The real police?
Until they find somebody that measures up to me,
here, I am the real police.
All I need to prove it is your eyes.
Here. Take this.
Take it or you'll go to jail
for helping a criminal to escape.
Put it in your belt.
Put it in.
Out.
Mrs. Whittaker. Claire. Where are you?
Phil, help me!
Didn't you hear us calling?
I was lost.
Yes, I could hear, but I was lost.
I was so alone.
Well, you're all right now. Come on.
Come on, let go.
Come on.
You can make it.
Oh, no. No. Hold onto me.
Well, you're either totally blind and helpless,
or you're sliding down banisters and running through the garden.
I don't need your opinion, Mr. Mead, of anything I do.
Well, then, you don't need me to hold on to.
No. Yes! Phil.
It's not that far, Claire.
Phil, please.
Come on, Claire.
Mind your own business, Dan.
Phil Mead is a pernicious man.
He makes people do their best, in spite of themselves.
Come here, mister.
I want to shake your hand.
Yes, sir, you've done wonders for Claire.
And for Bob here too. Even for me.
You're no amateur, are you, Mr. Mead.
No, sir, you're no amateur.
You even had me fooled, Dr. Kimble.
And that is saying something.
And I don't want to spoil what you did for Claire.
What are you going to do?
I'm going to leave you here quietly with Bob.
Look, Bob, I...
You are the one they're looking for, aren't you?
Yes, I am. Brady says you're a killer.
Well, there was a killing.
I was convicted. I couldn't prove my innocence
and I still can't.
There's a station wagon down in the garage.
He wants me to take you downtown with him.
Luke?
It's Dan Brady.
Has that council meeting started yet? Next door?
Yeah, chief, about 10 minutes ago.
Well, I want you to break it up and I'll tell you how.
Send in one of the boys
to Mayor Penfield with a message.
LUKE All right, what is it?
Tell him Dan Brady has something to say
about who's going to be the new Chief of Police.
Tell him to bring Mr. Vilattic over there
and meet me in the office.
And tell him I'm bringing in a prisoner:
Dr. Richard Kimble.
Put a doctor in a doctor's shoes
and he's bound to sound and act and smell like a doctor.
This Vilattic fella dropped the ball
because computers don't have instinct.
There isn't a man in this state with the instinct
to do this job as well as I can do it.
Today, even blind.
You know what he's thinking about right now, son?
Escape.
The break he intends to try.
Be careful.
Convicted.
But you're innocent.
I wasn't even tried,
and you know what?
You're the lucky one.
No matter what happens to anyone else,
try to straighten out your life, Bob.
Get rid of some of that guilt.
That is right, sheriff.
We're calling off all roadblocks as of now.
Yes. Yes, I have notified the state.
Right, sheriff.
Thank you.
Well, that ends that expense.
I hope for your sakes Dan Brady isn't-
Dan Brady doesn't play games.
All right, Bob.
Now handcuff the prisoner to me.
Mr. Mayor, they're here.
Barney, I think you did your best.
And you know I was for you.
Maybe you'd like to stay on
as assistant or something
while you learn the ways of this community.
Well, this puts Dan Brady where he belongs, I guess.
Right back in the driver's seat.
Gentlemen.
Who's here?
We're all here, Dan.
Gentlemen, I've been a fool.
No, sheriff, he won't keep the car. He knows it's too hot.
Yes, I have alerted the state patrol.
Yes, I know he could possibly be out of the city
or the county, or-
Yes, sheriff.
Yes, I know I did.
I made a mistake.
Thank you.
Well, boys, let's get back to the council chamber
and make this appointment official.
Congratulations, chief.
Shall we?
Vilattic...
I used to be good at giving orders.
Not so good at apologizing.
I can also follow orders, if you ever need my help.
Dan, let's talk.
Sergeant Eggins.
Sergeant, send some coffee in here.
Book that young man on a charges of aiding
and abetting a felon's escape.
Yes, sir.
Free once again,
with the rootless freedom of the hunted.
Anonymous in a world in which he must dread
the sound of his own name.
Richard Kimble continues.
Running. Searching.
A fugitive.
ANNOUNCER:
Not long enough.
I came to check on your condition.
I'm taking you back to Stafford myself.
A QM Production.
An innocent victim of blind justice,
en route to the death house.
he saw leave the scene of the crime.
Freed him to run before the relentless pursuit
Telly Savalas,
A man on the run assumes many identities,
Thus, Dr. Richard Kimble, now known as Harry Reynolds,
Once a respected pediatrician, he finds a hint of security
can completely abandon his past,
Find him, will you?
I need the lab reports on Leonetti.
Leonetti in 307.
Well, I get off at midnight.
The, uh, nurse would like the lab reports.
Oh.
Tell her the doctor couldn't operate without me, huh?
Ten months.
That's all, huh?
Maybe a year.
I'm a healthy man, doctor.
I'm strong like a bull.
You could be wrong too.
Frequently.
But not this time.
What right have you got to sentence a man to death, huh?
Lay down and die, just because-
And don't tell my wife about this.
Is she gonna make me better?
You're going to need Anne's help.
Four years ago,
This business with me.
I just don't want Anne to know
the same thing's gonna happen to me.
I won't say anything until I have to.
You can tell Anne you have no ulcers.
Well, I don't care what the inspector said.
All right, leave it on my desk,
Aren't you pleased?
Sure, I'm pleased.
I-
I'm gonna go down to the office tonight.
Tomorrow.
How many tomorrows does a guy have? Heh.
No, I'd better take care of it now.
that's bothering you?
I wasted two days here.
Who?
Oh, well, darling, now,
that must have been my imagination. I-
Victor, wait.
He's like a buzzard, that Kimble. A vulture.
First, Jeannie, and then his wife, and now...
I'll take a cab when I get finished at the office.
You know better than that. You were at the trial.
You heard him testify.
Darling, back in Stafford,
His wife knew him and she's dead,
And why, hm?
instead of being there with her.
Operator?
If you want a doctor-
No, don't play games. You don't have the time.
Anne Leonetti. Do you remember?
You're a long way from home.
Yes, well, my husband and I left Stafford about a year ago.
Uh, Victor's developing some real estate here.
He knows you're here, doctor,
and I'm sure he's called the police by now.
You'd better hurry.
He still blames me for Jeannie's death?
Yes.
And you don't?
I never did.
Thank you.
Go out emergency or whatever and I'll drive around-
Doctor?
Yeah, that's our boy, all right.
He calls himself Harry Reynolds,
spelled f-i-n-k.
I had him figured out right from the start.
Not a sign of him.
He was here in the ward just a few minutes ago.
Call headquarters, Joe.
Tell them to drop a net over this area.
Uh, Victor's overcoat's in the back seat.
You'd better wear it to hide those whites.
All right.
You let me off at the next signal.
The bus depot's just a few blocks from here.
Look, Anne, they can hold you for aiding-
If I'd kept quiet, you wouldn't be in this mess.
Victor never would've seen you.
You know why he hates you?
I mean, the real reason?
Yes.
He blames me for Jeannie's death.
No, no, no.
Nobody could have saved her. I know that.
And Victor knows that too.
But once he stops blaming you for Jeannie's death,
he'll have to blame himself.
Anne, I want to thank you for this.
Don't thank me, doctor.
Forgive me,
and my husband too.
When Jeannie had that fatal attack,
I was in New York.
I went there to see George Fogarty.
He's one of the leading cardiac specialists.
About Jeannie?
He was the only man I knew that could save her.
I had persuaded him to come to Stafford, but by that time...
You did that for us?
Why didn't you tell us?
We had no idea.
Jeannie was gone.
All the good intentions in the world...
Stay out of this. Get out of here.
Don't get mixed up in it.
There he is.
Kimble!
Hold it, Kimble! We'll shoot!
What's the matter?
Congratulations.
The police just shot Kimble.
They shot him?
Did you finally get what you wanted, Victor?
All of a sudden everything's my fault, huh?
The man's a killer, so they shot him.
He got everything he deserves.
Now, how do you know what he deserves.
Who are you to pass judgment on him?
You who have created nothing but overpriced,
undersized houses,
instant slums,
suddenly your moral sense
is so outraged- Wait a minute, Anne.
They gave us a good living, those houses.
Oh,
Anne,
our life could have been so perfect.
It still can be perfect, Victor,
if you'd just let yourself forget.
We could have had more children.
We still can.
Oh, we'd still have our little Jeannie
if your friend, Kimble-
Stop it, Victor.
He told us she needed open-heart surgery.
He recommended one surgeon after another.
But you didn't trust his judgment,
and that's why she died, Vic-
Oh, Anne, don't.
The man you hated so much, Victor,
was in New York when Jeannie had her last attack.
Did you know that?
He went there with his own money,
on his own time,
to get a heart specialist for our daughter.
The best man in the country.
The one surgeon
that even you would have to accept.
Who told you?
He did.
What did you expect? He'd use any excuse.
Uh, operator,
I'd like to place a call
to New York City,
to Dr. George Fogarty.
Uh, no, I'm, uh- I'm sorry, you'll-
You'll have to look up the number.
Thank you.
Lieutenant, can you toss a few crumbs to the reporters?
It's the lieutenant, boys.
How about some pictures, lieutenant?
Settle down. Settle down!
Where's Kimble?
Now, this is a hospital, not a press club.
First of all, his condition.
The doctor says the bullet tore some tendons in his shoulder,
severed some blood vessels.
He's lost a lot of blood and he's still in shock.
Right now, they're just trying to keep him alive.
He faces a death sentence in Indiana,
which is a lot tougher to beat than a gunshot wound.
I've been in touch with the Indiana police.
If Kimble survives, we'll arrange to have him extradited.
Now, we're running a check on his fingerprints
for final identification.
Yes, this is Lieutenant Gerard.
Now, just a minute.
We've had false alarms before.
Are they sure it's Kimble?
I'm not about to go running off to Michigan on some wild-
All right.
Let me know as soon as they have the final word on his ID.
They've actually got him in custody?
They've actually got somebody in custody.
I wish they'd make sure who before they blast me out of bed.
Call the airport, will you, dear?
Get me a reservation on the earliest plane to Selby.
How do you feel this morning?
Well, I don't think I'm ready for the Olympics,
but I'll make it.
Welcome back, killer.
You think you can crawl through those bars?
Bars on the windows, bars on the doors,
a big hunk of fuzz with a gun on his hip out there.
Cool it, man.
You're here for keeps.
I hope you're not.
Hey, I'm your favorite ward boy.
I, uh, got lonesome down there
so I asked for this job.
This little nurse, she needs my kind of company.
You know what I mean?
What happened to your little friend in X-ray?
Gloria?
Well, she's been asking about you,
since she heard you're a wife-killer.
Ain't that a kick?
Well, tell her not to be too impatient.
Yeah, they'll, uh-
They'll be taking me down to X-ray pretty soon.
Well, sorry.
No x-rays ordered.
Toby, take care of the dirty laundry.
How do you like that?
She loves me. Heh.
Someone taking care of you?
You're the man in charge?
I'm Lieutenant Cermak. Could I talk to you, please?
Well, I'm kind of busy. Maybe one of these other off-
No, please, it's important.
I've been walking the streets all night thinking about it.
Okay. Right in here.
Well, what's on your mind?
I want to confess to a crime.
Murder.
Ben, get a stenographer and a tape recorder
and bring 'em in here.
You're a murderer, huh?
Who's your victim?
Dr. Kimble's wife.
He didn't kill her.
I did.
Well, did you send a car to the airport
to pick up Lieutenant Gerard?
Flight 12.
Right. Fine.
Yeah.
Oh, send her right in.
Lieutenant, Mrs. Leonetti.
Sit down, Mrs. Leonetti.
I'd like to see my husband, please.
I'm sorry. He refuses to see anyone.
Uh, yes, but I'm his wife.
I have a right to see him.
Well, he has his rights too.
If he doesn't wanna see anybody...
That confession that he made.
You don't believe that, do you?
Oh, yes, ma'am.
I'm afraid I do. But that's nonsense.
He couldn't possibly have killed Helen Kimble.
Why not?
Oh, well, I was...
with him at home that night.
Was anyone with you?
Did anyone see you together?
No, but, I, uh-
Mrs. Leonetti, I examined your husband's story
every way I know.
He's familiar with every detail of that killing.
Now, the only one who could possibly tell us more
would be the victim herself.
Cermak.
Oh, fine, fine. I'll be right out.
Lieutenant Gerard? I'm Cermak.
Well, how do you do, lieutenant?
Come in. Thank you.
Tell me, are you certain this man you're holding is Kimble?
Yes, it's Kimble.
I'm afraid I have a little surprise for you.
Toby, please get the lunch trays ready.
I'm going to take the TPRs.
Ah.
Your shoulder bothering you?
Where exactly does it hurt you?
The anterior portion of the clavicle.
You were a doctor, weren't you?
My daughter was dead,
and Kimble was alive,
and that's all I could think about
all the way over to the Kimbles' house.
I went around to the back,
and I could hear them arguing,
Kimble and his wife.
After a while, the doctor came out and he, uh-
He drove away.
He was still mad. I could tell.
How could you see him?
Was the porch light on?
There's no porch in that house.
All right. Go on.
Well, I saw...
Helen was alone in there.
Helen?
Mrs. Kimble.
You knew her that well?
Yeah. We used to play bridge with them.
And I'm a contractor.
I'm the one who built their house.
Well, anyway, I knew Helen was in there,
and I started to think.
Why murder Kimble?
Death is no punishment.
The real punishment is grief.
If Helen were murdered,
he'd really have something to grieve about.
I don't know, I- I guess I was pretty upset.
And how did you get into the house?
The back door.
It was locked.
Yeah, well...
I knocked on the door a few times.
Helen heard me. Let me in.
How was she dressed?
She had on a- What do you call it?
A- A cocktail dress.
She was wearing a housecoat.
A cocktail dress.
Light in color.
Sort of bluish-gray.
Try it again, Leonetti.
Bluish-gray.
The dress had a cloth belt...
and I used that belt to strangle her.
All right.
So you strangled her, left her on the sofa-
No.
She was on the floor.
With the belt still around her neck?
I tossed it aside on the floor someplace
and I got out of there.
Ah, no, the, uh, back door was left open.
I used the front door.
I might have left it open, though.
Where did you go from there?
I started across the front lawn and-
Oh, yeah,
there was a man standing there.
A man?
Yeah.
I guess he heard the noise in the house
and stopped to take a look.
Anyway, he saw me, and he took off like a jackrabbit.
This, uh, man,
was he a stranger?
Would you know him if you saw him again?
I don't know.
All I remember about him was, his, uh, empty sleeve.
Coat sleeve.
Yeah, it looked to me like he had one arm.
Quite a bit of swelling.
The wound looks clean, though.
Must be some bone fragments in there, after all.
Any x-rays taken last night?
No.
Better get him downstairs for some pictures.
We'll locate those bone chips and remove them, Kimble.
Nothing to be concerned about.
Thank you, doctor.
They're pretty busy in X-ray,
but I'll try to get you down there as soon as possible.
There, that should do it.
Are you always this considerate of criminals?
Funny.
I never thought of you as one.
It's taken me a long time, Kimble.
Not long enough.
I came to check on your condition.
As soon as you're well enough, you'll be extradited to Indiana.
I'm taking you back to Stafford myself.
Are you gonna strap me on the fender of your car?
Meantime, I'd like to ask you some questions
about Victor Leonetti.
How well did you know him?
His child was my patient.
He blames you for her death.
Have I been convicted of that one too?
In a way.
Leonetti's the noble citizen
who turned you in.
A man who'd do a thing like that would be capable of anything.
Even murder.
What do you think?
Is he capable of murder?
I am in no mood for a psychiatric-
He claims he is.
In fact,
he claims he murdered your wife.
Leonetti killed Helen?
Oh, his confession is a work of art.
Must have done a lot of research.
He even found room for your one-armed man.
Why would he kill Helen?
His way of punishing you.
Of course, his wife claims his story is false but,
uh, she can't explain why he told it.
What's his reason?
Delayed conscience.
Of course, he, uh-
He may be one of those cranks who dabbles in self-destruction.
Either way,
his confession may clear you.
How does that strike your conscience?
What am I supposed to do?
Insist that I'm the guilty one?
Do you believe he's a murderer?
Well, neither do I.
Well, looks like you're gonna get that x-ray after all.
Doctor.
"Doctor. "
Dig that.
How are you feeling?
All right.
Gerard arrange the pass for you?
My request.
Well, I know what he wants.
He wants me to announce to the world
that Victor is innocent and that I'm the murderer.
Is that what you want too?
I want to help my husband.
Yesterday you wanted to help me.
But only because I was trying to keep my husband
from making a terrible mistake.
I'm still trying.
You're that sure he's innocent?
I know he didn't kill Helen.
Well, neither did I. Anne, you can't expect me to-
I don't expect anything, doctor.
But I'll be honest with you.
If I could force you to say that you were guilty,
I think I'd do it.
If I could bribe or threaten or frighten you,
I'd do it.
I cannot let my husband throw his life away.
His life doesn't seem to mean much to him.
Yes, well, maybe I'm partly responsible for that.
Well, don't you know why he's in this hospital?
Well, he thought he had some ulcers.
Uh, they were running some tests.
Ulcers? Who told you that?
Uh, Victor did. And the tests were negative.
Well, then you haven't spoken to Dr. Becker?
No. Why should I? What difference would that make?
Sorry to break in on you, but we have to get you
down to X-ray, Dr. Kimble. Yes, could we-
Wait just one moment- I'm sorry,
we don't have any time. Toby, will you help me please.
Look, Anne, see Dr. Becker.
Tell him you want the truth.
Come on- Come on, doc, it's traveling time.
Hold it, mac. We're coming through.
A sort of bluish-gray.
Try again, Leonetti.
Bluish-gray.
Oh, I can't buy it.
I just can't buy it.
Can't or won't?
You know, we can't hold Leonetti much longer
unless we file charges.
Kimble's been tried and convicted.
In the eyes of the law, he's the guilty man.
"The eyes of the law. "
Leonetti just poked a finger in the clear blue eyes of the law.
All yours, Toby.
Will you tell her the doctor wants the plates
developed and dried right away?
You bet. I'll wait for 'em.
Will you help him back, please?
So near and yet so far, right, killer?
On your feet.
Come on.
On to the table.
Toby, I left some film in there rinsing.
Would you take it out, please?
Right.
Hey, congratulations.
What?
You and Toby. He told me.
What are you talking about?
Oh, never mind.
Thank you, Toby.
I have a right to know the truth.
Dr. Becker was only-
The truth.
That's great stuff, isn't it?
Knowing about the truth.
Hey, listen to me-
Like picking up a rock,
and seeing everything you don't want to see.
Jeannie dying by inches,
Kimble dying in the electric chair,
and bigshot Victor Leonetti,
never sick a day in his life,
and dying because he deserves to die.
Don't talk that way. You said it yourself!
Jeannie died because of me.
Well, you're right. She did.
And Kimble, in custody because of me.
Is that why you made the false confession?
To punish yourself?
Ah, what do you mean, false confession?
To undo what you did to Dr. Kimble?
That's hero stuff, and I'm no hero.
You think that's heroic?
A man who'd do something like that
is only selfish.
Don't you understand, Victor?
You've got an advantage
that hardly anyone else gets.
Advantage?
Ten months to live and you call that an advantage?
I call that a blessing,
a gift.
Do you know how many people have less time than you have,
and they are not lucky enough to know it?
But you know.
And you know that you cannot waste any time.
You have to make every single minute count.
And that's ten months.
And those ten months
are our lifetime,
our happiness.
We don't have anything left.
Please, Victor.
Please, don't throw it away.
You tell that, uh, lieutenant...
that I want to see him.
And you tell him to hurry up, because my time is valuable.
The doc wants them developed right away, doll.
We'll wait for 'em.
I need some help, Toby.
Stay put, killer.
What have you been saying about me?
What?
I'll talk to you later,
after you take him back to his room.
Well, you were right about Leonetti.
And Kimble.
We'll have to take one- Toby!
Don't scream.
Help. Nurse!
Help!
Somebody!
Nurse!
Help!
Somebody get me out of here!
Help. Please.
Oh!
Reynolds, what are you doing?
He grabbed me.
He might have killed me.
What's happening in here?
Look what he did.
They should be finished with the x-rays by now.
Kimble. He's gone.
Hey.
What's going on?
There's a prisoner's escaped.
A man with an injured shoulder dressed in hospital whites.
I ain't seen him.
I sure hope I don't.
Lieutenant, I'd like to thank you.
Thank me?
Yes, for, uh, letting me see Dr. Kimble.
It-
Well, it changed a lot of things for us.
Listen, I want to make sure that Kimble gets a good lawyer.
We'll pay all of the legal expenses. All of them.
Yes, well, uh,
I'll tell him
when I find him.
The death sentence comes in many forms,
affecting each man in a different way.
For some, it means an end to pain.
For others, it becomes a challenge to live.
For Richard Kimble,
the challenge is repeated
with every new turn of the road.
You just relax.
Ugh.
NARRATOR:
A QM Production.
Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.
falsely convicted for the murder of his wife,
en route to the death house.
he saw leave the scene of the crime.
Freed him to run before the relentless pursuit
of the police lieutenant obsessed with his capture.
Edward Asner.
John Milford.
If you are a fugitive, you travel a lot,
And always you ask yourself, who is he?
Thought you were gonna drop me in town?
Sure will, if you still wanna wait around.
Order me a cup of coffee, will you?
Yes, sir?
Noreen, coffee, please.
Your coffee, sir.
Who is this calling?
It's official business.
Number 108 is vacant.
Don't I know you from someplace?
Sure I do.
Isn't that right, Willie?
That's right, Bo.
I've never been here before.
Uh, picture? I haven't done anything.
That'll be easy enough to find out.
down at the office. Who's who.
Look, I told you you got me mixed up with someone else.
You take it out.
A driver's license.
You're Leonard Hull?
Hooey!
Well, I didn't think that-
You didn't think what, Mr. Hull?
but they sent us a pretty good rundown on you.
Yeah, they wired us last night you might be heading this way.
Nobody figured you'd show up so soon.
You follow us back.
Okay, Bo.
Where are you taking me?
We run a tight little department in Clay City.
Reach the sheriff yet? Yeah, he's coming back.
He says to keep him in his office.
And nobody's to know anything, especially the papers.
Have a seat, Mr. Hull.
Can't be too careful.
Well, you're not gonna end up
like that other witness, Mr. Hull.
Not in our town, anyway.
Uh...
Can I read that paper while we wait?
Yeah.
I've just been reading all about you.
Pretty clever getting outta that hotel room.
How did you spot him?
Ha. That old Bo's a regular hound dog.
The way he smelled him out.
Of course, he didn't know exactly who he was
till Mr. Hull showed him that license.
Mr. Hull, you didn't think that
we'd be expecting you to show up here
looking for your wife?
I guess I didn't.
You knew we had men watching her around the clock,
guarding for any move Blackburn might make.
How did you plan to see her without getting caught?
I don't know.
Well, it's not a wasted trip anyway.
The motel is just down the road.
When the sheriff gets back, notifies Washington,
then we'll take you right on down to see her.
This report on the car you rented
just came in from Washington.
They say someone else was checking on it
as early as last night.
Blackburn?
Washington is positive that he now knows
that you're the secret witness, Mr. Hull.
And I don't have to tell you this is his state.
He's got men everywhere.
Thanks for the warning.
It's not as simple as that, and you know it.
You're in my protective custody now.
What happened to McAdams
is not going to happen to you, not if I can help it.
Sheriff, what if I don't want your protective custody?
Now, I haven't done anything wrong.
You can't hold me against my will.
I don't know what kind of a deal you made
in return for your testimony,
but I do know that you
and the rest of Buddy Blackburn's executives
face that indictment along with him.
I could hold you just for leaving Washington.
Better get me Washington now.
When are you gonna show some sense and trust us, Hull?
Don't you realize we're trying to save your life?
Hey, sheriff, I don't think I should see her.
You know, I-
Why not?
Ah, well, uh...
I don't wanna get her involved in all this.
She's already in it.
You've got four, maybe five hours
before they get here from Washington to take you back.
She's just a few minutes down the road.
Uh, but you said that Blackburn must know by now.
Now, wouldn't it be safer-? Safer?
You come all this way,
then you tell me you don't wanna see her?
I don't get you, Hull.
Well, I told you. I'm afraid of what he might do.
And I told you, you're both in my protective custody.
Let me worry about Blackburn.
Get in.
Anything?
No, nothing, sir.
Stay back, then.
Yes, sir.
Ma'am?
We're coming in.
Who is it?
Sheriff Mayhew, Mrs. Hull.
Got somebody here to see you.
Leonard?
Come see for yourself.
I- I'll be right out.
Are you just going to stand there gawking?
I thought you might be kinda pleased
to see your husband again.
Why, because he informed...
To save his own neck,
without caring about what happened to me?
All right. I'll leave you two alone.
If you want anything, just signal the man out front.
Yeah.
It's me, Bo.
I'll be back when they come for you
in a couple of hours.
Try anything and I'll shoot.
If that doesn't stop you,
then this will when it goes off.
Either way, you're a dead man.
Look, I'd like to ex-explain-
Not another step!
I mean it.
You can put that down
if you'll just let me tell you what happened...
No, I'll tell you.
I knew Buddy would send someone.
You think Blackburn sent me?
I thought I would be safe until I read about McAdams.
Then I knew it was no use.
Uh, Mrs. Hull, I didn't know anything about this
until I made the mistake of borrowing
your husband's identification.
Then you've already gotten to Leonard?
Well, not in the way you think.
I met him on the road by accident.
I was hitchhiking, his car was broken down.
He gave me a ride after I fixed the fan belt.
Leonard never had a car.
They flew him to Washington.
Well, then he rented one.
The sheriff said that Blackburn found out about it
even before the police did.
He was headed here to see me?
We stopped at a restaurant outside of town.
He made a phone call. I guess it was to contact you.
I... I just don't get it.
I don't know why anybody in his right mind
would want Leonard's identification?
I had to prove I was... somebody.
Anybody. Otherwise the police
would have taken me in for questioning.
The wallet was in your husband's jacket.
We're about the same height, same coloring.
I had no idea he was gonna be somebody special.
And they bought that?
You... You don't even look like him.
They, ah-
They haven't put a picture of him out yet, have they?
And they can't.
Why? Why did you go along with all this?
Well, the police would have found out who I really was.
And who's that?
They want me for something that happened a while back,
something I didn't do.
Do you really expect me to believe that?
It's the truth.
I guess the rest is up to you.
I could call them and tell them that you're not Leonard.
If you really thought I was somebody sent by Blackburn,
why didn't you tell them when I walked in?
Because whoever you are,
I wanna make a deal with you.
Hold it.
Turn around.
Hands up.
Feet down.
Okay, now. Who are you?
We haven't got much time.
Two men will be arriving soon to pick up Leonard Hull.
One look at me...
Then take my offer.
Well, look, Mrs. Hull, I told you, I-
All right. All right, but you're-
You're passing up $50,000 in cash.
Undeclared income.
Money that Buddy slipped Leonard
for keeping a neat set of books,
and I've got the key to the safety deposit box.
Look, Mrs. Hull, I was not sent here-
All you'd have to do is to tell Buddy that it's done.
That I'm dead and buried somewhere
where nobody will ever find me.
Now, Mrs. Hull-
I swear to you once we're out of here I'll disappear.
Like I was never born.
Aren't you safe here?
Safe?
You marched in here, didn't you?
That was a fluke. Uh...
It couldn't have been planned.
They got McAdams.
Was that a fluke too?
No. Oh, no.
Buddy puts out an order, and it gets done.
Well, not by me.
I'd have to be crazy, wouldn't I,
to walk in here if I was hired to get you?
One look at me, you'd yell "fake. "
That'd be it.
All right, all right.
Not by you.
But maybe, maybe somebody else.
And then if he didn't make good,
Buddy'll send another and another.
My only chance is getting out of here.
I've gotta get lost out there, lost for good.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Hull. I... can't help you.
You'll help me.
Hold it there.
Sheriff, he's here.
Over there.
This all he had on him?
That's it. No ID.
Nothing in the way of weapons.
All right, what's your name?
You like this cat-and-mouse?
No more than you do.
Wanna tell us about it?
You really don't know.
We've got a pretty good idea of what you were doing there.
I was, uh, looking for a room.
Looking for a room in back of the building?
Yeah, I lost my way.
Look, I haven't done anything wrong.
Now, you either charge me or let me go.
Let's start over.
What's your name?
Doe. John Doe.
Address?
Uh...
What are you doing in town? Where are you from?!
I thought we got that cleared up.
Self-preservation. It's a powerful instinct.
Turn around.
All right, turn around.
I wanna get dressed.
All right.
Relax. Have yourself a drink.
No, thanks.
Will you fix me one, please? Scotch?
Sure.
Why is Blackburn after you?
Because he knows your husband has started to talk?
Leonard doesn't care about what happens to me.
Buddy knows that.
But Buddy's afraid now.
For the first time in his life, and he's plenty scared.
He thinks that Leonard's told me something,
and he's not taking any chances.
Thank you.
You can turn around now.
Here.
You know, running away isn't gonna solve anything.
Say we could escape.
To put you right out in the open
will make it a lot easier for Blackburn.
And if I stay, I'm a sitting duck.
No, I- I've gotta get out while I can.
Well, there's nothing wrong
with trying to save your own life.
How about your husband?
You don't catch on fast, do you?
Leonard and I, well...
We were, uh...
We were going to split up a long time ago.
Well, why didn't you?
Buddy didn't approve.
One big, happy, corporate family,
and nobody leaves.
He ran your private lives that closely?
Buddy Blackburn is a way of life.
It became Leonard's by choice
and mine by Leonard's.
It's a rotten way to live.
That's why you're going to help me change it.
I'm sorry I can't help you.
Open up, please.
Mrs. Hull.
Mrs. Hull what?
What is it, Mrs. Hull?
We'd like the afternoon papers, please.
You know it's gonna be easy enough for us
to find out who you are,
just as soon as we get your prints.
We've wasted enough time already.
Now hold on.
Want to tell us now?
Save us all a lot of trouble?
It's just a question of time.
You have a lot to spare, we have too.
All right.
This may come as some surprise to you,
but the name is Hull.
Leonard Hull.
You've probably heard of me.
Like the devil you are.
You wanna play games, we've got some ourselves.
Get his prints and throw him in a cell.
Wait a minute. You asked me and I told you.
Now the guy you're holding-
Th-the one that flashed my wallet,
he's just some hitchhiker I picked up.
Hitchhiker?
Yeah, it was my coat
you took out to him from the restaurant.
You still got him locked up?
Yes.
No.
Well, get him.
Well, where is he?
Gee, sheriff, I didn't expect to see you back so soon.
I've got someone anxious to see our guests.
Open up.
Sure.
It's me, Ed.
Open it.
Where's Sorenson?
He came in to stay with them while I went for the paper.
That's procedure.
When one of us leaves his post, the other one-
She- She- She had a gun.
He grabbed me. I- I couldn't do a thing.
Jenkins, get on the radio.
Get out all cars available.
Block the highway east and west, routes 4A and 33.
Stop and search all buses going in or out.
Yes, sir.
I'm sorry about this, Mr. Hull.
I'll bet you are. Police protection.
Putting a stranger in with my wife.
And now they're both gone. Right under your noses.
Protective custody is not jail,
especially when you fight not to be protected.
I'm not going back to Washington, not to testify.
Not after this.
I'll have them back in an hour.
Before dark.
Have to, before dark.
That's right. Okay, we're coming in now.
Roger.
Look, there's a bus.
If there's any talking, let me do it.
You just relax.
I wanna check your passengers.
Come on, sheriff, don't block the road.
We got a schedule to make.
All right, all right. You can go.
Ugh.
Let's take a look at the arm.
Does it hurt?
A little.
Hey. You've got a real professional touch.
How did you learn it?
I was a medic in the service.
Doesn't look too bad.
Good.
Have a doctor take a look at it when we get out of this.
If I get out of this.
Mayhew.
Not good enough.
Listen, get descriptions out.
And get more cars on it.
I don't care where you get 'em. Get 'em!
Be dark in a half hour.
Then you've lost 'em.
We've... got half the state on this thing.
If there's any chance-
Thanks.
Make me feel a lot better.
Mr. Hull,
it's none of my business,
but if you had stayed in Washington,
none of this would have happened.
You're right. It's none of your business.
Sorry. It's not your fault.
I guess I'm just worried about my wife.
Chances are she's okay.
She never liked the protective custody thing.
Griped about it to my men.
Can't blame her for getting scared and taking off.
Like I said, she's probably okay.
This is where I get off.
You're not gonna leave me alone?
You can't keep running with that arm.
Now, you just stay in the truck.
You'll be safe here.
When it stops, get to a phone and call the police.
Goodbye.
You could have broken your neck.
Oh.
I can't help you anymore, Mrs. Hull.
You may have to go to the police.
Don't you understand? I-
I can't go back. I won't.
Why can't you? What are you really afraid of?
I told you.
I just wanna get out of this whole mess.
I wanna start my life all over again.
Because of your husband?
Because you both wanted a divorce,
and Blackburn wouldn't let you.
Yes, I told you that. I told you.
If that were true,
you're the last place in the world
your husband would want to run to.
You don't understand. He's just-
He's just running home to Mamma.
He's weak.
Leonard would have never gotten anyplace,
done anything without me.
Like going to work for Buddy Blackburn
in the first place?
I just wanted him to be more aggressive.
I didn't pick Blackburn.
I just urged him to grab a decent opportunity.
He let Buddy walk all over him...
Over him and me.
You wanted revenge.
You wanted your husband to do it for you,
and now you hate him because he didn't give you that.
What are you going to do?
Take a look.
Get down.
Go get him a doctor.
You think you can make it to that field office out there?
Yes.
What about you?
I'll be gone when they get here.
I would appreciate it
if you didn't say anything about me.
All right.
I'm sorry.
It wasn't your fight.
Yeah, well, it got that way
when I took your husband's identification.
You know, somebody oughta stop Blackburn,
and not out of hate.
Goodbye, Mrs. Hull.
I don't know anything more about it than that.
When that man who tried to kill me is better,
why don't you ask him?
She should be right in here, Mr. Hull.
Okay, say it.
I put you in a spot offering to testify.
You just said it.
Well, what else do you want me to say?
That I'm sorry? Forget it.
No, maybe I am.
But not for you...
At least you're honest about it.
I came after you because I wanted to hide...
Just to get away, run, forget Buddy.
I...
I just couldn't leave it.
I'm a bigger coward.
I was going to leave it.
Well, now I guess you can.
What about you?
I decided that if I found you all right,
I'd go back, go through with it.
Not on my account.
No.
On mine.
For a man named Blackburn, justice will be done.
But for Richard Kimble, that day has not yet come.
And so he moves on, searching.
ANNOUNCER:
You never worked for West Mountain Express
No, I did not. Well, somebody did.
Mr. Logan, I needed a job.
Gus needed somebody with experience.
I lied. That's all there is to it.
Cooperate?
or whatever you think you made of it,
Because if you don't, I'll run a police check on you
NARRATOR:
Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.
An innocent victim of blind justice,
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:
has led Richard Kimble to a new sanctuary.
No questions asked, no references required.
You're late, Pete.
Gus left orders to take that load to Colorado Springs.
Oh, he's all heart.
How many hours you got left in your logbook?
All right. Take off, take your eight hours.
Yeah? Who's gonna deliver that load?
Gus ain't gonna like it.
Take your tractor into the shop and see if they can find out
Shh!
Mr. Douglas? Yes.
Is he here?
The car's out front. I'll get you the keys.
Oh.
Oh, thanks.
around here before, Mr. Douglas.
No, California. Bakersfield.
Well, my husband used to haul produce out of there.
Kenny Mayfield?
Does he work here now?
Oh, no, he was killed in an accident two years ago.
I'm sorry.
Well, the children and I,
Didn't we, you bad thing?
And we decided we're just not gonna be sad anymore, huh?
He's really been like a father to them.
Will you listen to me?
here's me talking about myself. Heh.
for you and your family, Mr. Douglas?
Oh.
Mama, Jimmy hit me!
Jimmy, you come back!
I'm sorry.
when there's a man around.
Why ain't he humping that load to Colorado Springs?
I told him to go home. You what?
He had too many hours in his log.
That's how much I lose when it ain't goin' down a highway!
You told me to watch the logs, didn't you, Gus?
You wanna play Santa Claus, go get yourself a sled!
All right.
I think you and me will change jobs.
You know I haven't been checked out in semis.
Let me make a living for a change, will you, hotshot?
You can try to buck me,
but don't try to outwrestle a truck, will you?
How long's that car been on our tail?
How fast we going?
Fifty.
I'll bet you a buck it's the road man
Don't bet on it, hotshot.
Let's trade places. Keep rolling.
Remember, I've been driving all the time.
Figures. My pleasure.
Three hours left.
Flares, emergency reflectors in the box.
Extra bulbs in the gin bin.
Fire extinguisher on the cowl.
Would you like to look in the cab?
We even have clean ashtrays.
What's your name?
Bill Douglas.
You a relief driver?
I work in the office.
He just came along for the ride, that's all.
Where are you from, Douglas?
California.
You work for a trucking company out there?
Yeah, the, uh, West Mountain Express. Bakersfield.
Nice operation.
Good management.
You must know their maintenance foreman, Charlie Powers.
I've met him.
Charlie used to work for a bus company in Denver.
Is that all? We got a load to deliver.
Okay, shove off.
Let's roll, huh?
Gus, that, uh,
job I said I had with West Mountain Express-
Logan bought your story, didn't he?
Forget it. I ain't interested.
Douglas. Bill Douglas.
Yeah.
Well, write it down, will you? So you won't forget it.
No, that's what he told Logan. I was standing right there.
I don't know why he did it.
Come on, Charlie, how's it gonna hurt you?
Good. All right, thanks.
So long.
What's the matter, Gus? The well running dry?
What do you know?
You open up a cash register and Ernie Svoboda
comes crawling out of the woodwork, eh?
Ah, you got it all wrong, Gus.
I come by to do an old buddy a favor.
Yeah, your kind of favors I need like poison.
Why don't you let the door hit you in the back?
You know something, you must have a lot of worries
trying to run an outfit like this.
I mean, maintenance,
new equipment, salaries...
Take a lot of money, I'll bet.
You worry about me, huh?
Well, sure, I'm worried about you.
Like for example, suppose one of your drivers
stops for coffee somewhere and leaves the key in the ignition.
And then somebody comes along and borrows the truck
and steals the cargo?
I mean, I'd feel sorry for you.
So would my friends.
They'd probably wanna make it up to you somehow,
you know what I mean?
You wanna know something?
You're a slob, Ernie. You know that?
You're a two-bit slob.
Right. So think it over, Gus.
I mean, I hear you're having a little trouble
paying the bills.
Well, maybe your hearing's bad.
Listen, this kind of a deal, Gus, nobody loses.
The insurance company pays the claim,
and we get a piece of the action.
I know a guy in New Mexico made two grand in an hour-
Why don't you get out of here before I break your head open!
All right, I'm goin'.
Don't cut your fingers scrapin' for dimes.
I'm awfully sorry to bother you at home.
Oh, that's all right.
I came to return Gus' car.
He wasn't at the office, and I-
I didn't wanna just park it there.
I thought maybe I could leave it with you.
Well, sure, I'll take care of it.
Thanks very much.
Bill, isn't it?
Yes.
I like first names better.
Well, so do I.
Well, I hope I haven't been too much of a nuisance.
No. Mrs. Mayfield...
Uh, if I keep the car,
how are you and the kids going to get home?
Oh, don't you worry. I already left them off
at their grandmother's for the night.
I can just catch the bus across the street.
I don't think Gus would mind if I drove you home.
He better not.
It was written up in all the papers.
Pictures, everything.
But nobody really knows what happened.
Truck turned over,
Gus was thrown clear,
Kenny wasn't.
Police reports said that Kenny probably
fell asleep at the wheel.
What did Gus say?
Oh, he couldn't remember.
It all happened too fast.
You make it sound like, uh, somebody else's story.
Is that because it still hurts to connect it with yourself?
The nights keep getting longer, if that's what you mean.
But this one's not going to.
How's Gus doing?
The office making a lot of money?
I'm just the dispatcher.
Keeps the money problems pretty much to himself.
Oh.
I thought you kind of ran things at that office.
Like the music?
Oh, yeah, sure.
You don't act like it.
I guess I'm just tired.
Oh, it's right down there, on the left.
You watch for the porch light.
I- I think there's some wine in the refrigerator...
Oh, Lucia...
Aren't you gonna come in?
Well, I'd like to, but I think I ought to get Gus' car back.
I've been alone for two years.
I know, Lucia- I've been alone.
Ha-ha! We caught you again!
We caught you again! Caught you again!
Turn off that light!
You filthy sneaks! Get to bed!
I lied to you.
The grandmother they're supposed to be
spending the night with,
she lives in Arkansas.
I put them in the back room. I thought they'd go to sleep.
Well, I guess you're right.
You'd better take Gus' car back.
Hey, Gus.
Gus.
What is it? Telephone.
I ain't here.
It's Trans Way Insurance.
All right, I'll take it.
Yeah. Gus Hendrick.
Hello, Mr. Halsey.
Well, I was meaning to call you about that.
You see, uh, I've got a lot of new business contracts coming up
and, uh, yeah, well,
they'll be coming through any time now.
Oh, wait a minute here. Look, all I'm asking for
is an extension of the grace period, you know-
You can't do that.
I mean, you cancel me, I'm out of the business.
I can't haul without insurance, right?
Next Monday?!
Where am I gonna get-?
Yeah. Yeah. Sure I heard you. Monday.
I heard you.
It's Logan, that's who it is.
He won't stop until he finishes me.
If he can't bug me himself, he gets one of his
office flunkies to do it for him.
Maybe he's just doing his job, Gus.
His job? To climb on my back and stay there?
I know how you feel. It's-
Don't tell me you know how I feel!
Nobody knows how I feel unless they've had it like I have!
Up to here! Why don't you get out of here?
Go ahead!
Okay, Gus.
Bill...
Wait a minute.
Ah, I mean, I'm sorry.
I guess I needed somebody to holler at. Come on.
I'll check the time cards.
Gus, I gotta talk to you! What's the matter now?
Jimmy fell this morning and he knocked a tooth loose.
It's one of those permanent ones.
Look, it's in the front. Show him, honey, show your Uncle Gus.
Mrs. Wilson! It's okay!
Mr. Hendrick is here. I'll get a ride home.
Mrs. Wilson was kind enough
to take us to the dentist this morning.
Yeah. Come in the office. Here you go.
Hi.
Come on...
Well?
Now, Jimmy, you don't ask your Uncle Gus
for anything this time.
Remember, it hurts your lip to talk.
It don't look bad.
I mean, everybody gets hit in the mouth sometime.
Oh. That's just what I'd expect you to say.
You should have talked to the orthodontist like I did.
His teeth are in terrible shape!
Why, if he doesn't have braces right away,
they're gonna be crooked the rest of his life!
A lot of kids have crooked teeth.
Oh, well, not my son! No.
Not if I have to scrub floors.
Uh-huh. How much is it gonna cost me?
Well, an orthodontist is not just a dentist.
Yeah, I know, I know. How much?
Three hundred dollars to start.
Three hundred dollars to start? To straighten a tooth?
Oh, what's the use even talking to you?
You're not even trying to understand!
He's gonna have to have braces for at least two years!
And last month, Lucy had to have dancing lessons, right?
This kid had to get on a plane and go visit his grandmother.
Now he needs clothes, and then he needs a bicycle!
I mean, when's it stop?
You told me
that I could always come to you for help.
Not now, Lucia. Maybe in a month, but not now.
We don't wanna be a burden to you...
Oh, come on, don't start that up again.
Well, you must know that things haven't been so easy for us.
When Kenny was alive,
he could always find a way
if there was a little something extra that we needed.
He never came to you for anything. You know that.
He worked hard for you.
Even that last haul.
Maybe that accident never would have happened
if he hadn't been so tired.
That's what I think.
That's what I think at night.
I think what would have happened
if he hadn't been along with you.
Lucia, I've been thinkin' about something.
I mean, I been givin' it a lot of thought.
You know how you're always talking about
wanting to move back East, like, Chicago, you know?
Yeah. I thought about it. Why?
Well, suppose I could fix it up that you can move back.
Into a nice apartment, have nice clothes, things like that.
Well, that would take a lot of money.
Well, maybe I could get my hands on, uh,
2,000 bucks?
That is a lot of money.
How long do you think it would take you to get it?
A couple of days.
What about Jimmy's teeth?
Oh, come on...
All right, I'll throw in the 300
as a going away present, okay?
Oh, you. Gus.
You, Gus, you.
I think a change might be just what I need.
Good.
Hotshot, how much money we got in the cash register?
Three hundred and fifty dollars.
Give me 300 of it, will you?
We got drivers that have to be paid.
I said give it to me!
You see? Huh?
Mama fixed up everything all right. Huh?
Kind of a light lunch, ain't it, Gus?
Come by to tell jokes?
I come by because you called me.
Maybe I'm interested in a deal, huh?
What kind of deal?
I got a load of electronic parts
goin' to Albuquerque this afternoon.
They're insured for 25,000.
That's what I call a fat load.
But you know that- That electronics stuff.
You gotta have a buyer for that kind of merchandise.
I have to talk it over with my friends.
Wait a minute.
I want 3,000.
One now, two in a couple of days.
Five hundred now.
Fifteen hundred when the job is done.
You know you're still a slob, Ernie? You're still-
Hey, wait a- Wait a minute. Take it easy.
All right, you got a deal.
Well, let's see the money.
I, uh-
I didn't think you called me over here
to talk over old times,
so I brought a little extra.
Ten big ones.
Hey, uh, you know where the Half Way House is?
We'll set it up there.
I'll call you here after I talk to my friends.
Hey, give me some whisky.
That's it, Lou.
They're working. Lock it off and seal it.
Surprise.
Lucia.
Well, that's a big reaction.
I thought my new outfit would at least get a whistle.
Looks very nice.
Come on, how about you get rid of your pencils
and let a lady take you out to lunch?
Well, I've got this, uh, scheduling to do.
I don't think you heard me, Mr. Douglas.
I said I'm buying.
It's free.
You are going out on the town with a wealthy woman.
Oh, come on, Bill.
Don't play so hard to get.
I feel too good.
I feel just like someone just let me out of prison.
And I wanna celebrate.
Three hundred isn't going to last you very long like that.
Oh, don't you worry about that.
I'm getting a lot more tomorrow.
Say, $2,000 to be exact.
From Gus?
Maybe I got a long-lost uncle who wants to be nice.
And,
if you're nice too,
I might just let you help me to spend it.
I don't think you'll need any help.
Maybe you're right, Billy boy.
Maybe I won't.
Wrong address, driver!
Nice try, wrong address.
Can I join you?
What are you doin' here?
Oh, well, you know, Lou fixed the lights on the trailer.
There was a short in the wire.
You came down here just to tell me that?
No, it's lunchtime. Thought I'd get a sandwich.
You make it to go.
What are you lookin' at?! What are you look-?
Now-
Hey, Lucia came by a few minutes ago.
What for this time?
One of her kids break their arm or something?
She was talking about, uh, money.
A lot of money. Uh...
Two thousand dollars.
So what?
Well, you already gave her 300.
Yeah. And 200 before that, and 150 before that,
and 50 before that,
and as far back as you can count before that!
You know, it's none of my business, Gus, uh...
But I know that Lucia's husband
worked for you when he was killed.
Well, I get the feeling that she's sort of leaning on you,
like a charity case.
Kinda stickin' your nose in
where it don't belong, ain't you?
You know, you haven't got enough money to pay
the insurance premium on the trucks.
If you don't have insurance, you're out of business.
Well, where's Lucia gonna get the money then?
What are you talkin' about? Here's the money. Open there.
Hey, this morning you were broke.
You find a money tree?
What are you, some kind of wise guy? No.
Just wanted to know where it came from, that's all.
You know, you not only got a big mouth,
you got a big nose too. You know that?
You know, you were right.
It ain't none of your business what I do!
Now you take this money and you go down to Trans Way Insurance
and you pay the premium, $955,
and you make sure you get a receipt. Because nobody-
Nobody's gonna knock Gus Hendrick off the road!
Nobody nowhere!
Okay.
Come on, time to get going.
Leave me alone. No, come on.
I said, leave me alone!
Oh.
You okay, hotshot?
Forget it, uh, I mean,
no hard feelings?
I don't know where you got the money.
I think it's trouble. I don't need any.
I'll pay the insurance payment for you,
finish the day, and then I'm taking off.
He's finished with that.
Oh, Mr. Williams, State Patrol, Sergeant Fountain.
Yes, sergeant? That's right.
They use a big silver bullet
with red lettering on the side of their trucks.
Uh, no, Mr. Logan is leaving in a few minutes.
Right.
Excuse me.
I'd like to see Mr. Halsey
in the accounting department, please.
Oh, he just stepped out for coffee.
Care to wait?
Thank you.
There seems to be a lot of excitement around here.
Like the Normandy invasion. Thank you.
Uh, the Bullet Trucking Company. I overheard.
Is there anything wrong?
Mr. Douglas.
I'll be glad to answer your questions.
Come in.
Sit down.
No, thank you.
Let's, uh- Let's you and me
save ourselves some time, Logan.
What was it you thought you heard out there?
Nothing.
I was waiting to see a man
in your accounting department, that's all.
Okay, I'll lay it on the line.
Gus Hendrick is a shoestringer.
He makes his own rules and breaks the rest.
We've paid out a great deal of money in claims
because of the way he operates.
Wrecks, damaged cargo.
A man like him makes it rough for the good outfits.
Call it my "rotten apple in the barrel" theory.
Try to get rid of the one that stinks,
so it won't damage the others.
You understand me so far?
I'm not sure.
I called the West Mountain Express this morning.
That outfit you said you worked for.
I taped the call just in case I might need it for reference.
LOGAN You sure of that, Charlie?
Yeah, Mr. Logan. I remember Bill Douglas for sure.
Nice guy. Real nice guy.
Okay, I just wanted to check.
Sure.
By the way, Charlie,
you, uh, happen to remember how Douglas
lost those fingers on his right hand?
Yeah, it was an accident.
Uh, I don't remember exactly.
I think he was changing a tire.
Feeling better?
Got me mixed up with somebody else, that's all.
You never worked for West Mountain Express,
and we both know it.
What'd you do, call up Charlie Powers
and fix up an alibi in case I checked?
No, I did not. Well, somebody did.
Mr. Logan, I needed a job.
Gus needed somebody with experience. I lied.
That's all there is to it.
A man also lies when he's trying to cover up something.
You say it was to get a job. Maybe.
You cooperate and I'll give you the benefit of the doubt.
Cooperate?
Whatever you heard in the office a minute ago,
or whatever you think you made of it,
you'd better forget it.
Because if you don't, I'll run a police check on you
all the way back to your great-grandmother.
Okay.
Hello. Have you seen Gus?
No, I called there. He left about 20 minutes ago.
Yeah, if you see him, let me know.
Okay.
Looks like that tip we got was on the level.
Here.
Yes sir?
Fill it up.
Hey, uh, listen,
maybe you'd better change the oil and give me a lube.
I'm gonna get a bite to eat.
I'm sorry, sir, the lube rack's closed.
What do you mean closed?
Don't ask me. Boss says keep the door closed,
I keep it closed.
Chances are, that's the man who's gonna steal the truck.
Hey, Gus. Douglas said you were sick.
I'm takin' your haul to Albuquerque.
No, I'm takin' it.
You okay?
I'm okay. I said I'm takin' it.
Hello?
Who is this?
Look, never mind! Just-
Just tell Gus the whole deal is off. You got that?
The whole place is swarmin' with cops!
Hey, what's with Gus?
One minute, he's sick, the next minute he ain't.
Ask me, he's gassed. Where is he?
Takin' that load to Albuquerque.
It's a setup!
Gus, get off the road!
Hotshot, listen-
Don't talk!
Listen, hotshot. Everything I got,
I want you to give to Lucia, see?
The money and the car keys in my pocket,
it belongs to- It belongs to her.
Her husband.
You know, Kenny?
He wasn't drivin' the truck. I-
I was.
And I fell asleep at the wheel.
I was pushin' too hard.
Like now, I-
I was six hours over the log.
He warned me.
But I needed the dough.
It was- It was like killin' him.
You do that for me, hotshot, huh?
You better stay here and watch the traffic.
And also call the station. We probably need an ambulance.
Huh?
No, he's had it.
Well...
Truck looks like it went off that curve doing 70.
Gus never did anything in a small way.
Like somebody didn't wanna stick around
and answer questions.
Uh-huh.
Got a pretty good idea why.
Sergeant, you'd better put out a trace
for a man named Bill Douglas.
Your mother home? Maybe.
Well, well.
Billy boy.
Changed your mind, huh?
Lucia, Gus is dead.
Huh?
He was killed.
An accident on the Half Way House.
Well,
so it finally happened, huh?
Just like it did to Kenny.
He, uh,
left you the car and...
...$43.
That's all?
Just a-
A beat-up old car and-
And a couple of bucks?
That's all?
Well, that's all he had.
Hey, wait a minute!
What about the 2,000 bucks he promised me?!
What am I gonna do?
What about the kids?
Hey, wait a minute. You can't just walk out of here!
Ow! He hit me!
That man hit me, Mama!
He hit me! He hit me!
Shut up or I'll give you another one.
Get in the house.
Justice can be delivered by a final act of violence,
or it can be elusive and taunting,
as it has become for Richard Kimble.
For him, justice hides around the next bend in the road,
beyond the next mountain,
on the bus that is just pulling out.
Somewhere, sometime he will find it.
And so he moves on.
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