You had no right to start something like this.
Doctor, like it or not, you are,
if you will permit the archaic phrase,
a public enemy.
The transcript of your trial is a public record and you are,
consequently, public property.
So the only thing
I have to answer to is my own conscience.
What's this going to prove?
It's like playing with loaded dice.
They're kids.
College graduates, doctor.
Some of the brightest minds in the country.
You have 40 years experience on them.
That doesn't weigh as much
as the fact they hate me, doctor.
If I can get an acquittal from that jury,
I'd defend you before the Spanish Inquisition.
And all I ask is that you stay around
and see what happens, doctor.
NARRATOR:
A QM Production.
Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.
An innocent victim of blind justice,
falsely convicted for the murder of his wife,
reprieved by fate when a train wreck freed him
en route to the death house.
Freed him to hide in lonely desperation,
to change his identity, to toil at many jobs.
Freed him to search for a one-armed man
he saw leave the scene of the crime.
Freed him to run before the relentless pursuit
of the police lieutenant obsessed with his capture.
The guest stars
Kathleen Maguire,
Robert Drivas,
and special guest star Ed Begley.
ANNOUNCER:
The man is Richard Kimble.
And, not surprisingly, the man is tired.
Tired of looking over his shoulder,
of the ready lie,
of the buses and freight trains.
Richard Kimble is tired of running.
...the jury trial render the administration of justice
rather haphazard? No.
You've been apprised, of course...
Why don't they talk like people?
some minor cases,
and the results have been very satisfactory.
Rubbish.
Would you care to amplify that statement, Prof. Lazer?
I said, rubbish. I think that covers it.
Well, now we're gettin' somewhere.
Look out, buddy.
My method of dealing with ignorance
is to label it as such and avoid getting soiled by it.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
I'm afraid we're getting off the subject.
Who is that? The old man?
That's G. Stanley Lazer.
Oh, I forgot, you're not a local.
He teaches out at the college.
He used to be just about the biggest mouthpiece around.
I think I remember his name.
"Take, for example,
the cases of the Farjohn kidnappers,
the notorious Ice Woman Barbara Creel,
the Babcock Brothers, Richard Kimble, or even Frank Dietrich.
I have no doubt that if I were able to represent these
defendants before another jury, I would be able to obtain
for each an acquittal or, at worst, a hung jury."
Don't bet against it.
Now, Professor Lazer,
this doesn't sound as if you place
much faith in our 12 good men and true.
I place a great deal of faith in myself, Mr. Eller,
and very little in the persuasive powers
of circumstantial evidence.
The way I see it,
a judge is one man, a jury is 12 men.
Either can be swayed one way or the other,
but only the jury can disagree.
Consequently, I prefer a jury.
Is this Lazer as good as he says he is?
Maybe better.
You ever hear of the Martin Collins case?
Yeah. I think so.
That kid was sitting on death row.
Lazer got him a new trial and then an acquittal.
I thought you said he was out at the college.
Had some sort of accident about ten years ago.
I guess it put him out of action.
Now, gentlemen,
I have here in my hand your midterm examinations.
I see you suddenly grow apprehensive.
No reason, gentlemen, but if I hadn't administered
the examination myself, I would be forced to conclude that this
test had been taken by a group of freshman art students.
Quiet!
Good.
And I think we should dedicate that moment of silence
to the innocent men who will be coming to you for help.
You think you could get me off if I killed him?
I could get you elected governor.
You had a phone call about 15 minutes ago.
Somebody who saw you on the TV show.
His number's on your desk, but he wouldn't leave a name.
Hello.
This is Professor Lazer.
Professor, did you mean what you said last night about being
able to get a different verdict in some cases?
Who is this?
Did you mean it?
Of course.
Now, who am I talking to?
Look, could I meet you someplace?
I'll be in my office until 5.
Then that won't do.
Then I'm sorry.
Look, I-
I'd like you to get on the 8:00 train for Harrisburg.
Get off at Lancaster.
I'll meet you in the waiting room.
You expect me to go through that kind of hocus-pocus for someone
who won't give me his name?
Professor, if you'd think for a minute why I can't-
The 8:00 train.
I'll see you tonight.
Lancaster, next stop.
Lancaster.
Don't get up.
We'll ride on for a few stops.
I'm sorry, I didn't know about those.
You didn't know about her, either, did you?
I'm Professor Lazer's secretary.
Nancy Gilman.
She stays.
All right.
Now, why did you telephone me?
What do you want from me?
I want your help,
or I want you to tell me there's no legal help I can get.
You'd better know something right now.
I haven't got any one-armed man to pull out of a hat.
The other people Professor Lazer talked about on the show
are either dead or in places where it's difficult
to reach a telephone.
Stop fidgeting.
She's been with me for 15 years.
All right, what happens next?
First, you'll need grounds for a new appeal.
And then, well, you'll have to go through it all again.
Judge, the jury, the whole thing.
How sure are you that you can get me an acquittal?
I have to examine the transcript.
Last night, I mean, he quoted that...
I'm familiar with your case.
I haven't memorized it.
I see.
You want help or not?
It's my neck.
I just can't toss a coin.
I'm better than that.
I've never lost a capital case.
Isn't there something you should ask me?
What's that?
Whether I'm guilty.
What's the difference?
I'm not a judge. I'm a lawyer.
Could we take just the first step?
See if there's a chance for a new trial.
And leave the rest of it open?
All right.
Well, it looks like we've come a ways.
I've been waiting to talk to you.
Good morning. I'm late.
Dr. Kimble.
Mind using "hey, you" or "fella" from now on?
I'm sorry, but I want to talk to you.
We're going the same way.
Before you go in there.
I'm late. I have an appointment with him.
How long are you going to stay here and go on with this?
I don't know.
If anyone finds out about you, he'll be subject to criminal
prosecution and disbarment.
As long as you're here, he's in danger,
and I don't like that, Doctor Kimble.
Sorry, "fella."
Then talk to him about it.
He took the case. He knows the dangers.
Excuse me.
He took this case because he thinks
he's been turned out to pasture and he hates it.
You represent his chance to get back in the arena.
And the way he's working at it might just kill him.
I don't want anyone to suffer, but I have to stay.
Doctor, don't you see the chance you're taking here?
Look, Miss Gilman, I'm fighting for my life.
I'm fighting for his, and I'm not going to lose.
Maybe I misunderstand your duties as his secretary.
Good.
We're running late and I've got a couple of things to tell you.
I've pinpointed enough technical error to convince
any appellate court in the country.
There's the nucleus of a brief that will put you right back
in the dock whenever we want you there.
What's the matter?
That's what you wanted, isn't it?
At least, part of it.
Maybe it's all I'm entitled to.
Maybe I should settle for this and go.
I know, I know.
You don't want to stand trial again and I don't blame you.
Doctor Kimble,
you were convicted on circumstantial evidence
and I'm- Nancy! -I'm going to show you what happens
to circumstantial evidence when an expert grabs hold of it.
How do you go about that?
Come along.
A classroom exercise.
I assure you it's perfectly safe.
And you won't find it dull.
Nancy will show you a maintenance closet
opposite the classroom.
You can watch from there.
All right, gentlemen,
let's see what you've been able to put together.
Hear ye, hear ye.
The Superior Court of Stafford County, State of Indiana,
is now in session, the Honorable
Charles G. Tyler presiding.
This court will hear Case Number 33972,
the case of Indiana versus Richard Kimble.
Mr. Gould, you are representing the prosecution.
Are you prepared to state your evidence?
I am.
Proceed.
Thank you, Mr. Clark.
You can step down now.
The State would like to call as its next witness.
Miss Althea Redford.
Counselor, I think we'll have to a hold
Miss Redford over until tomorrow.
That is, if she doesn't mind.
She never has.
If there are no objections, I'll recess this court
until 10:00 tomorrow morning.
Mr. Gould, I'd like to remind you that you are supposedly
conducting the prosecution in a murder trial,
not hosting the Rose Festival.
Your job is the introduction of evidence,
not the entertainment of your audience. You understand?
Yes, sir.
That's all.
I'll see you in my office at 1:00, Mitchell.
You know what I think sometimes?
That when they tried Capone, they had the wrong guy.
Nancy, it looks as though this gentlemen
has something to tell me.
You had no right to start something like this.
Doctor, like it or not, you are,
if you will permit the archaic phrase,
a public enemy.
The transcript of your trial is a public record and you are,
consequently, public property.
So the only thing
I have to answer to is my own conscience.
I'll be counseling the defense in there,
and I guarantee the quality of the prosecution.
A dry run under laboratory conditions.
What's this going to prove?
It's like playing with loaded dice.
They're kids.
College graduates, doctor.
Some of the brightest minds in this country.
Young Gould, for example,
has one of the best heads for the law
that I've ever encountered.
You just tore him apart in there.
He's bright.
He's also arrogant, disrespectful, and supercilious.
Don't confuse his abilities with his attitude.
You've got 40 years experience on them.
That doesn't weigh as much
as the fact they hate me, doctor.
If I can get an acquittal from that jury,
I'd defend you before the Spanish Inquisition.
And all I ask is that you stay around
and see what happens, doctor.
It was a funny feeling standing in there just now.
Through a glass, darkly.
I guess that's it.
Ten o'clock tomorrow?
Ten o'clock.
Yeah, yeah, I did cover it.
The whole four weeks.
I don't know.
There may be a story there, maybe not.
Okay, I appreciate the tip anyway.
Thanks, sarge.
I'll see that.
What have you got?
Pair of ladies.
Aces over.
You kept a kicker?
Always.
Oh, what was the tip?
Oh, Pulaski got a call from the Indiana police.
Seems our friend Stanley Lazer sent away for a copy
of the transcript of the Richard Kimble case.
Yeah? Why?
That's what Indiana wants to know.
They've heard of Lazer.
Turns out he only wants it for a mock trial or something.
You know, classroom stuff.
Think it's worth a feature?
I don't know. There could be a story there.
Yeah, especially if they electrocute the kid
who's playing Kimble.
Are you kidding?
They'll have to let him escape.
Listen, it would be just like that old man to have Kimble
stashed in his hip pocket.
Come on. It's your play.
All right, all right.
Doctor Gary, could this act have been performed
by a man with one arm?
Objection.
There has been no testimony
admitted with respect to any one-armed man.
Overruled.
Professor Lazer,
if we're to abide by procedure we're going to have-
Welcome, gentlemen.
Come in.
Make yourselves comfortable.
Answer the question as phrased, Dr. Gary.
Yes, I suppose it would have been possible, but it would have
been much more difficult, especially if she resisted.
Doctor- Isn't it true doctor,
that when a man loses a limb he develops unusual
and compensatory strength in the remaining limb?
Suddenly we have new counsel.
Yes, I suppose so.
And a woman who had been drinking-
And we shall introduce evidence to prove she had been drinking.
-such a woman would have her ability
to resist considerably lessened.
Isn't that right, doctor?
That might depend on the amount she'd consumed.
At least six martinis in an hour and a half.
Objection.
On what grounds, Mr. Gould?
May I approach the bench?
What's the matter?
I'm not sure.
But as far as I can remember,
it never came out at the trial how much the lady drank.
Or what.
Mr. Mitchell, Mr. Lazer.
Would you also approach the bench?
You're dismissed, young man.
In a moment, Professor Lazer.
Mr. Gould claims that there's nothing in the transcript
or in the available information to substantiate your allegations
with respect to Mrs. Kimble's drinking.
I think six martinis is a reasonable assumption.
Your Honor, reasonable or not,
we're obliged to stick to the facts
as brought out at the original trial.
The only evidence we have was the defendant's statement
that his wife had been drinking some.
That's all he said.
I'll sustain your objection, Mr. Gould.
I'd like to move for an adjournment
until tomorrow.
But we still have time.
Adjourn the court, young man.
Adjourned until tomorrow morning.
Professor Lazer- Not now.
Oh, Mr. Gould, I'm Art McNeil with the Herald.
I wonder if I could ask you a few questions?
Go ahead.
I was going to ask Professor Lazer,
but maybe you can help me.
Why did he pick the Kimble trial for this?
Why not?
Who is it?
Lee Gould.
I- I'd like to talk to you.
Come in.
I-I saw you at the class this morning.
How'd you know where I lived?
Followed you.
I was a sophomore when they tried Richard Kimble.
I-I know I'm prosecuting him now,
and I've got a good case.
Somehow I always felt he should have gotten off.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I didn't think he was guilty.
Well, why tell me about it?
Well, I- I've done a lot of research on the case.
You know, newspaper files, stories, pictures, everything.
You know they even sent a reporter
back to Indiana from here.
Art McNeil.
He was there this morning.
Writing a story, I guess.
I don't know.
I don't think he could learn anything
if things go on the way they have been going.
I thought you'd be interested.
Mr. Gould.
Thanks for dropping by.
Find anything?
In a way.
At least I was right about nobody even mentioning martinis.
What about you?
I thought you'd never ask.
All right, I asked.
Three and a half weeks ago Kimble was spotted in Lexington.
That's, uh, 364 miles from this desk.
How about that?
Yeah. How about that?
...and I was only waiting for the right time.
Yes, that's right,
but I want them to stay out of the way.
I don't want any confusion.
Yes, Ted, it will be an interesting experiment.
Tomorrow, yes. Thank you.
I'm leaving.
I came to say thank you.
You said that on the telephone.
If you meant it, you wouldn't be here.
You said you had an idea on the phone
and then you hung up.
And you want to know about my idea.
Well, I would like to know what kind of an obstacle course
I have to run to get out of here.
One of the cardinal rules of victory, young man,
is never to turn your back on the enemy.
Hold on now.
Hear me out.
Tomorrow can be decisive in that classroom.
you and me.
Nancy's gone to find you a different hotel room.
Secondly, if Gould were any threat
he wouldn't have come to see you.
Thirdly, no one need see you tomorrow.
You can watch from right in here.
What do you mean I can watch?
Ted Masters, the head of the Television Department
has been after me all year to let his kids have a crack
at televising one of our mock trials.
I gave him permission to do so tomorrow.
It really isn't you they're after anyhow.
They want to haul me through the mud.
Don't miss it, doctor.
You have a new hotel room.
Here's the address.
Dr. Kimble, you claimed as part of your alibi
that at the time of the murder,
you were at the river where you saw a boy fishing.
Is that right?
That's right.
Yet you just heard that boy
testify he didn't see anyone at the river.
Would you now like to change your testimony?
No.
You have, however,
been to that portion of the river bank before?
I suppose so, yes.
Then isn't it possible that on some previous night you might
have seen the same boy and remembered him?
No. I only saw him that night.
Oh, come on, doctor.
Are you sure you haven't seen that boy before?
You'd been there before, he'd been there before,
isn't is possible you might have seen him?
Objection.
The boy never testified that he'd been there before.
He's there three or four times a week.
Your Honor, counsel is out of order.
Look, I can call that boy back on the stand and make him
testify he's been there three or four times a week.
You already dismissed that witness,
and now you're trying to put words in his mouth.
In the interest of justice,
I think I'll allow Mr. Gould to continue.
His actions are outside the scope of proper
cross-examination.
I demand that both questions and answers be stricken.
Mr. Lazer, the Court, if it wishes,
can call the boy back for questioning.
Therefore, I'll overrule your objection.
You may continue, Mr. Gould.
Mr. Tyler,
I'm telling you that this line of questioning is out of order,
and I'm instructing you to sustain my objection.
Mr. Tyler!
Objection sustained.
I'd like to tell this court-
Yes, Mr. Gould?
Forget it.
I think we'll adjourn until 2:00 this afternoon.
Just a minute, Mr. Gould.
I think it's time you learned a few things
about how to conduct yourself.
As a man and as a lawyer.
Right now you are not much of either.
You're surface bright, Mr. Gould,
like those children's toys they make now,
but they break easily. They snap between your fingers.
The least amount of pressure
and they're in pieces on the floor.
They're just toys, Mr. Gould, not the real thing. Know why?
Because they haven't got the strength.
They're just like you, Mr. Gould.
They don't have the insides.
You know what I'm saying, Mr. Gould?
They're cheap.
They're infantile and they're gutless.
Hey, kid.
The name is Gould.
All right, all right.
What's everybody getting so excited about?
It's only a game, isn't it?
A game? Ask him if it's a game.
You want some company?
I may not be back for quite a while.
It's okay with me.
Get in.
No, I haven't seen him,
but it figures he's around somewhere.
You mean it's only a hunch?
Well, sure, it's a hunch.
But you know old Lazer's always trying to give
some sleeping dog a kick in the head.
And then there's that business about the drinking, right?
It figures he must have got that from Kimble himself.
Nah, he could have made that up.
Come on, Pulaski just add it up, will ya?
And then toss in that Lexington tip.
Well, now, I'm finally coming across.
I'm doing you a favor you cretin.
Look, they'll be here all afternoon. Okay? Okay.
He's a nice cop, but he must take thick pills.
He's going along?
At the risk of my neck if he comes up empty.
It wasn't as if my father were a lawyer or anything.
Matter of fact, he was a salesman.
You want to hear the topper?
You ready?
He was a toy salesman.
Funny, huh?
No.
Why the law?
I don't know. There was never any question of anything else.
Some kids grow up with Robin Hood and Monte Cristo.
With me it was always Erie Stanley Gardner
or Famous Jury Trials.
So when it came time to choosing a law school,
there wasn't any question.
Wherever G. Stanley Lazer was going to teach
then that's where I was going to be.
You know that he even worked with Darrow once?
Well, there are some people that say that Darrow
wasn't such a saint either.
Yeah, but I wasn't looking for a saint.
I wasn't looking for a father either,
if that's going to be your next bet.
I'm not going to bore you with a lot of junk
about the young man trying to find himself or anything.
I needed something to hold on to.
An image, if you want to call it that.
That was Lazer.
You know what I mean?
I mean, that was me.
It's- It's- It's as though...
you were looking in a mirror all your life,
and what you saw you like,
and then one morning you wake up and you realize
you've been looking into a- A funny mirror.
You know, the kind they use in the amusement parks,
And- And when you really see yourself as you are,
as you really are,
it makes you sick.
Well, I guess you believe what he said this afternoon
was the truth.
Well, I know he must have been right,
because when pressure was on, you walked out.
What do you care?
I need you in that courtroom, Mr. Gould.
You know what he's trying to do.
He's trying to prove to me
that he can get me off in a new trial.
Yeah, I figured that.
Look, he's an old man. He's bitter.
Yeah, he's bitter, but maybe he has a reason.
The fact is he picked you,
because he thought you'd give him a fight.
When he took the boxing gloves off in that courtroom
this afternoon you turned around and you ran.
He was hitting below the belt. You knew that.
Well, then hit back.
What do you think a murder trial is?
You know, what you're asking me to do isn't easy.
I mean, going back in there after this-
Nothing's easy.
If you want idle advice, well, just don't look in a mirror,
any kind of a mirror, ever again in your life,
because you're not going to like what you see
if you don't go back.
Want a ride back?
That's why I paid for the beer.
Is he in there?
He's sorry for it. I know it.
Is he?
He's put all his hopes in this case and it's going badly.
Am I supposed to go in there and hold his hand?
"Dear Mr. Chips, we're sorry you're old and mean,
but we love you anyway."
Is that the way it goes?
He's back.
A masochist.
That boy actually worshipped you.
God knows why, but you were the man he wanted to be.
In fact, he was so hung on the legend of the great
G. Stanley Lazer that he believed
everything you said in there this afternoon was true.
He was angry, but he believed what you said.
Where was I wrong?
I'll tell you where you were right.
You said he was good. He's good.
In fact, he's so good that he's making
the great Stanley Lazer look bad.
The trial's not over yet.
He's winning.
I don't know that he's winning.
Yes, you do.
If it weren't for that wounded vanity of yours
you'd be proud of it.
"Proud."
Of Gould?
Who taught him?
What do you mean?
I mean good lawyers don't just happen, do they?
Just think what you could have done for him if you'd tried.
I am not a teacher.
I did not choose this life,
I was damned to it just as you were to yours.
I've heard about your accident.
I know how it affected your health.
It cost me my health and it cost me my wife.
And let me tell you, doctor, I was not driving that car.
My wife was driving and she lost control and she was killed
because she was not sober.
How do you think I know about
a neglected wife's capacity for martinis?
Perhaps I didn't indulge her,
but I loved her too much to lose her that way.
And I loved my profession too much to be cut off, like this,
to rot in a classroom playing nursemaid and teacher
to a bunch of kids.
It's not those kids' fault that you are 70 years old.
They didn't drive the car.
They didn't put you in that wheelchair.
But you won't put the blame where it belongs, will you,
so they're guilty.
No trial, nothing.
Guilty!
And what are they guilty of, professor?
Of being young?
Are they guilty of wanting to be what you were?
Were they guilty of trespassing
on some private little kingdom of yours?
Just what are they guilty of?
You would have made a good lawyer yourself, doctor.
You didn't even hear...
I heard.
Are you all through?
I'm sorry.
The trial will be starting in a few minutes.
You'd better get back.
We believe the state has proved its case
beyond any reasonable doubt.
Richard Kimble did willfully and deliberately take the life
his wife.
Therefore, he must pay the penalty
as demanded by the law.
It matters not that he is a member
of an honorable profession,
a doctor, whose very oath binds him irrevocably
to the preservation of human life.
Yet he brutally and wantonly destroyed a human life.
Because I believe so strongly
in the principle of equal justice under the law,
I have no doubt that after due deliberation
you will bring back the only possible verdict.
Guilty of murder in the first degree.
I'm gonna call Pulaski again.
Maybe I can light a fire.
Gentlemen, I am forced to say that the State has presented
and very strong case,
and it has presented that case in a thoroughly skillful manner.
True, each element in the State's case
is based wholly and completely on circumstantial evidence.
Here we go.
But it is also true
that we have been unable affirmatively to refute
such evidence except through the testimony
of the defendant himself.
And this has not been enough.
I suppose I should take this opportunity to attack
the State's case in some slashing display
of rhetoric to cloud
the real issues with some sort of legalistic double talk.
However, the District Attorney has left little room for this.
And I have too much respect for the intelligence of you
gentlemen to expect success from such tactics.
But I should like you to consider, if you will,
the defendant himself.
What manner of human being are we judging here today?
A member of one of the great professions,
he now stands before this court
even as the most humble supplicant.
What he asks from you compassion.
He's a man whose very vocation demanded a dedication
far beyond that required of the ordinary man.
Perhaps he gave too much,
shutting out that which should have been
most important to him:
family, friends, and even humanity.
And then, suddenly,
he was thrust out of the only life he knew.
Unable, then, to do the very work,
which, for him, made any life meaningful.
He was exiled to a world he hated.
Hated only because it was strange to him,
and because-
Because memories of mountain tops
blinded him to the beauties of the valley.
He had such an abundance of hate that he built a wall of it,
a wall so high that no man
could extend a hand over it in friendship.
He's not talking about Kimble.
He never was.
He has no one now. His wife, a lonely woman,
taken from this Earth
in a pointless and insane moment of violence.
And though the woman was dead, the man still selfishly
scratched at his own wounds,
until he was marked by scars
that cut deep into his very soul.
This, then, is the man you are asked to judge.
I commend him to your mercy.
Gentlemen of the jury,
it is now my duty to instruct you
in the law applicable to this case.
Boy, you took your time.
Where is he?
Well, he's not in the courtroom, but I've got an idea. Come on.
Yeah.
You should remember that the District Attorney
must have done more than establish
the defendant's guilt by a preponderance of evidence.
Uh, he must have done so beyond a reasonable doubt.
On the other hand,
the mere fact that the District Attorney's
case is based primarily on circumstantial evidence
should not cause you to minimize such evidence or to give it less
weight than you would direct or eye witness testimony.
Sorry, you can't leave the courtroom.
You may, in your discretion,
and if you find against the defendant,
include in your verdict a recommendation
with respect to the sentence.
Hey, buddy, would you do me a favor?
My girl's in the back over there in front of the cop
and her sorority will really get a kick out of it
if they could see her on television.
You understand...
Kid says they've got about a dozen sets
all over the campus, but there's three of them
right here in this building. Let's go.
The bailiff will now escort you gentlemen
to the place where you will commence your deliberations.
Thanks, buddy.
You have any questions with respect to the facts presented
in evidence or to the applicable law,
please notify him,
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The set in Lazer's office was still warm.
The secretary claims she was using it.
Take the door.
Yeah, it figures.
Get Johnson and Karp and let's get out of here.
If he was around here, which I doubt,
he's had plenty of time to get away.
I'm not going to take a dozen men off their job just because
you've got some hunch.
And the next time you get one of your great ideas,
call somebody else, huh?
I understand he started out as a crosswalk guard.
I'll bet he was good at it.
Come on, let's go.
Gentlemen, have you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
It didn't take long.
Will the defendant rise and face the jury.
What is that verdict?
We find the defendant not guilty.
You're sure you don't want to go through with it?
Do you?
You know as well as I do that verdict yesterday was mine,
not yours.
They were letting me off.
You won the case for me.
I couldn't win in a real courtroom for you.
Young Gould proved that.
Why not?
Intangible, doctor.
There's some kind of chemistry that works against you.
You.
A doctor. Accused as you are.
You're going to have to find your one-armed man.
Then you do believe I'm innocent?
Of course.
Now, get going.
I've got a few young minds that need twisting.
Thanks, professor.
Thank you.
Another town, another name.
The search continues.
And Richard Kimble now knows beyond any doubt
that it must continue.
There is no resting place for a fugitive.