Is something wrong, Miss Ruskin?
Here, get dressed.
What's this?
Don't ask questions.
Well, what is this? Do you know who I-?
You're Dr. Richard Kimble.
You're convicted of murder
and they're coming to get you right away.
Murder? Who?
Your wife.
I killed my wife?
Look, doctor, if I thought you were guilty
I wouldn't be here right now.
Doctor Towne was right.
Will you listen to me?
If they catch you they'll execute you.
They'll kill you. Do you understand?
NARRATOR:
A QM Production.
Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.
An innocent victim of blind justice,
falsely convicted for the murder of his wife,
reprieved by fate when a train wreck
freed him en route to the death house.
Freed him to hide in lonely desperation.
To change his identity.
To toil at many jobs.
Freed him to search for a one-armed man
he saw leave the scene of the crime.
Freed him to run
before the relentless pursuit
of the police lieutenant obsessed with his capture.
The guest stars in tonight's story:
Betty Garrett,
Ivan Dixon.
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
ANNOUNCER:
Another stopping place at the end of another road.
If your name is Richard Kimble,
you're guilty of escape and flight.
You have no future unless you can find the past;
the night of September 17, two years ago.
You saw the man who killed your wife that night.
The face was there for only a moment.
You'll never forget it.
And you keep looking.
Today a truck driver mentions a one-armed man in Decatur.
The description fits.
Coffee, mister? Please.
I didn't hear you pull up.
I didn't.
Say, uh,
I'm looking for an old acquaintance of mine.
I heard that he might be working somewhere in Decatur.
In a restaurant.
You call this a restaurant?
Well, you'd remember this fellow.
He has one arm missing.
Marty.
Might ask the wife. She never forgets anybody.
Fire, Marty! Fire!
Shut down the main valve! I'll get the fire extinguisher!
Well, he wouldn't be alive at all
if the other fellow hadn't dragged him outta there.
What's his name?
I don't know.
Miss Proctor?
Barlow. Frank Barlow.
Omaha, Nebraska.
Well, you better see that his family is notified.
These were her things.
Not even a thank you.
Why should he? His daughter is dead.
Oh, yeah, but you stuck your neck out for her.
Frank Barlow.
We were having trouble locating the family.
The address is wrong so we're passing the buck
to Social Services.
Why don't you wait till he regains consciousness
then he can fill us in himself.
Mm, he's awake already, but, uh, well...
It's too bad. He's a dreamy-looking guy too.
You still have trouble hearing?
Vision still blurred?
I feel dizzy.
Like motion sickness?
What's your name?
I don't know.
Do you remember what happened to you?
Explosion.
Where'd it happen?
I don't remember.
Are you married?
I don't remember.
Do you remember Omaha, Nebraska?
I can't think.
What's the matter with me?
What's eight plus four?
Twelve.
What's your name?
I...
There's nothing to be afraid of.
Just a temporary loss of memory.
Usually corrects itself within a few days.
I'm Dr. Bloch. This is Dr. Towne.
He's our neuropsychiatry specialist.
You're in good hands.
You've suffered a traumatic injury.
Big bump on the head.
Yes. Abnormal pressure on the brain,
internal bleeding in the cranial cavity.
You have a cut right here.
He- Hematoma.
Yes, a subdural hematoma.
Also both eardrums have been ruptured.
You know my name?
Barlow.
Frank Barlow.
Thank you. I-
I'll try to remember.
You have no social security record of him?
Yes, Frank Barlow.
Strange.
All right, uh, try David Merrill.
That's a name I found on a driver's license in his pocket.
Yes.
No, the labels in his clothing
come from stores all over the country.
That's right.
Yeah, thank you.
Oh, Miss Ruskin, Sergeant Lascoe's here about
that Frank Barlow thing.
There's something I want to say first.
I was sorry about that girl.
Of course.
Did you apologize to her father too?
People always think it's- It's personal with the police.
Always get sore.
Isn't there something personal about a child's life?
She was only 18.
Let's drop this, shall we?
The sergeant had no choice.
Neither did the doctor.
He had to make that report.
You reported her?
Of course I did.
Lady, the law says a doctor's gotta report an addict.
Thank you. I know the rules.
Yes, knows the rules but usually obeys her sentiments,
which are very active.
Isn't there something wrong
with rules that drive a girl to suicide?
When you are ready, Miss Ruskin,
we'll forget about that case
and go on to the next one.
Dr. Towne,
you're a very unusual man.
Hitchhiker.
Known as Frank Barlow.
Male, Caucasian, American.
There's nothing here I haven't reported to
the Missing Persons Bureau.
See for yourself.
Any, uh- Any chance of
getting his fingerprints tonight?
Well, I'll check with Dr. Bloch.
His hands were rather badly burned.
Feeling better, Mr. Barlow?
I'm feeling much better, thank you.
May I sit down?
I have permission to ask some more silly questions.
Well, if you don't mind silly answers...
Silly doesn't bother me.
Clever answers do.
Clever answers?
Mr. Barlow, I'm a welfare worker.
I'm not a detective or a reformer.
All I'm supposed to do is investigate your case
and determine financial responsibility.
Why the lecture?
'Cause I can't help feeling
that you're hiding something.
You mean to think I'm faking all this?
Oh, you can't. Not for long.
Dr. Towne is too wise and too thorough.
Well, you tell Dr. Towne, or whoever it is,
that I accept financial responsibility
for all this.
That I, personally, will work the rest of my life
to pay off this bill
if somebody will just get me out of this trap.
Look, lady, I don't know who I am.
What about Frank Barlow?
That's a name a doctor gave me.
David Merrill?
You had Frank Barlow in your wallet,
David Merrill in your driver's license.
I've got "Decatur General Hospital"
inside my bathrobe.
What does that mean?
I checked out David Merrill on E Street in Las Vegas,
and there is no such address.
That's fine.
You just keep finding out who I'm not.
That ought to keep you busy for a while.
I'm sorry. Let me help you.
You shouldn't be walking by yourself.
What is it? You know him?
Do you remember something?
Nurse. Nurse.
Mr. Barlow,
uh, Dr. Bloch has given Sgt. Lascoe your permission
to get some fingerprints from you.
Any dizziness since yesterday?
I wasn't dizzy, doctor.
I just
passed out.
Still can't find any family for you, Barlow.
I mean, I guess it's Barlow.
Nothing seems to check out.
Dr. Bloch said the left hand only.
Actually, we've got two pretty good chances.
If you ever did time in the army
or if you ever did time in jail.
Either way we'll be able to pin it down inside 48 hours.
May I have your clipboard please?
Yes. Excuse me.
Yep, you're nobody
or you're somebody.
Maybe a hitchhiker
Maybe one of those famous lost millionaires.
A lot of people get disappointed though.
Not too many turn out to be millionaires.
Did I hurt you?
No. no.
Relax.
Just relax. I'll be careful.
Ugh.
I better just try the thumb and the middle finger.
Those others look pretty sore.
All right. Relax.
I must be nervous about the million dollars.
Had you ever seen him before that night?
No, never.
Well, what did he talk about?
Was there any conversation?
Well, he, um, had some coffee
and, uh, let's see now-
Oh, yeah.
H-he was looking for some friend of his.
Someone here? In Decatur?
Well, that's what he thought.
Yeah, someone working in a restaurant.
I recollect that handed me a laugh.
Ooh.
Did he tell you the name of his friend?
No, uh,
he said it was a fella with one arm cut off,
but, uh, we never did get around to names.
Well...
Well, I guess that's all.
Thank you.
It's very helpful.
Oh, the employment center sent these over for you.
"Handicapped. "
"Amputees... kitchen help. "
Eight in the past month.
If anyone asks you,
I'm taking the rest of the day off.
You?
Well, that's a new one.
Oh, Miss.
Yes.
Where would I find Miss Ruskin's office?
Oh, well, Miss Ruskin is gone for the day,
but perhaps I could help you.
I'm her assistant.
Nurse!
What are you doing?
This man is hemorrhaging.
Get me a half cc of morphine, and hurry up.
Dr. Bloch!
Hemorrhage. Get me a half cc of morphine.
Nice work, doctor.
Miss Proctor, the nurse, tells me you were quick,
efficient, and right.
Yeah, I was.
Why do you suppose a doctor-
And apparently a good one.
-would be thumbing his way across the country?
No friends looking for him. No relatives.
We only think I'm a doctor. We know you are.
What do you suggest?
You sure you want that?
Yeah, I'm sure.
All right.
I think your mind is hiding something from you.
I think you don't want to remember who you are.
You don't want to be that person any longer.
You might even have been subconsciously seeking
an accident
A mechanism that would drop a curtain over a memory
too horrible for your conscience.
A blow on the head.
Escape into blackness.
Actually self-inflicted.
Except this is no escape, doctor.
It's like being at the bottom of a well.
Yes, and you're fighting it.
So you're going to come out of it someday.
You'll be a lot better off to come out of it under control.
Your control?
Yes, why not?
Why do you take all of this interest, doctor?
Is it curiosity or does it come under the heading of research?
Why, both.
I might even present a paper.
That's what I am to you?
A statistic for a medical report?
Doctor- No, no.
Maybe I'm not a doctor.
Maybe I'm-
an ambulance driver.
All right.
A doctor, any doctor,
spends a long time learning the rules of nature
and what happens when those rules are broken.
Now that was eight years for me,
and I scrubbed floors.
Now, I'm good at what I do.
In fact, I'm the best. I have to be.
Now suppose I let you become a person in my life,
and suppose later on I found out that you were a doctor.
A doctor who blew it.
The rules say that I would naturally despise you,
and that I'd probably somehow, subconsciously,
try to bust your bucket.
Well, now, I don't want to do that.
So I don't care about the person.
Is that clear?
I wonder if...
You wonder what?
If I ever felt the same way?
No.
No, I'd say you felt sorry for someone.
An illegal operation, perhaps,
or a mercy killing.
Something that also broke the laws of man.
What do you want me to do?
Well, I could stimulate your memory.
Force the curtain back.
With drugs?
Pentothal, for example.
All right.
You're willing?
Yes.
All right.
Excuse me.
You have a Mr. Johnson employed here?
A Fred Johnson?
Disabled.
Dishwasher.
Hurry it up, miss, we're busy.
My name is Ruskin.
From the Social Welfare Bureau.
We have an amnesia victim at the hospital.
Your headache's gone.
You'll be able to talk to me now.
Your mind is free. No restraints.
Memories will begin to come back.
You're the eighth person I've seen today.
The last possibility.
Would you just look at this picture?
No, I don't know the guy.
All right.
Thank you.
Maybe you can remember your father's name.
John.
Your mother's name?
Elizabeth.
Your name?
Dick.
Good, Richard.
We're getting somewhere now.
Richard.
Dr. Richard...?
The last name, Richard.
You know it.
All right. All right, Richard.
Are you married?
Is there a girl? Your wife?
Yes.
No, I-
I mean no.
Well, which is it, Richard?
Yes or no?
No.
You were married?
Yes.
Did she die?
Richard, did your wife die?
All right. All right, easy.
Easy, Richard.
Relax.
That's it.
Are there any children?
Do you have a daughter, son?
None. N-nothing. No.
All right. No children.
I-
I wanted to... adopt.
I wanted to adopt children.
I-I wanted to have other people's children.
My own child.
Richard, are you a pediatrician?
Yes.
Yes, so you see, doc.
My own child.
Discuss it.
I-I- I didn't say anything about divorce, Helen.
I said child.
I- Had an interest in adopt-
It's all right. It's all right, Richard.
Lie back.
Relax. It's all right.
That's it.
Can you hear me?
Yes. All right.
You're back there now.
Now, go on.
Tell me about the argument.
No.
Yes. Yes, Helen is there with you.
You're arguing with her.
Tell me about it, Richard. Let it out now.
N-no.
No.
Just rest easy.
What happened?
We'll talk about it.
No, now. I want to know now.
All right.
You are a doctor.
A pediatrician.
You were married.
Your wife is dead.
Maybe you were glad that she died.
Maybe that's the guilt you carry around on your back.
How did she die?
Well, we'll come to that later.
Police Department?
Give me Homicide.
No.
Well, why call me?
I have no authority to keep him here.
Yes, yes, the superintendent.
Yes, I'll refer that to him right away.
What is it, doctor?
Your Mr. Barlow.
His name is Richard Kimble.
He's a doctor.
He killed his wife.
He couldn't.
Remember reading about it?
He was convicted in Indiana.
He blamed a stranger.
A cripple, I believe.
With one arm?
Yes, something like that.
I've been looking for something like that all afternoon.
I talked to eight one-armed men.
One is the right one.
Isn't that a bit romantic?
It must be true.
The guilty one called the police.
Sergeant Lascoe took fingerprints, Miss Ruskin.
I'm certain that's the way he learned the truth.
Did he say?
No, but the assumption that you found the guilty man
in one afternoon is ridiculous.
Now, listen to me.
We have the guilty man.
He's a fugitive and he's dangerous.
Now, this time we've done our duty
both medically and morally.
This time we can agree. Okay?
Maybe.
Good. Now, you tell Sergeant Lascoe, when he comes,
about the men you found.
He'll know what to do.
Hello, this is Dr. Towne.
Would you get the superintendent for me, please?
Is something wrong, Miss Ruskin?
Here get dressed.
What's this?
Don't ask questions.
Now, what is this? Do you know who I am?
You're Dr. Richard Kimble.
You're convicted of murder
and they're coming to get you right away.
Murder? Who?
Your wife.
I killed my wife?
Look, doctor, if I thought you were guilty,
I wouldn't be here right now.
Dr. Towne was right.
Will you listen to me?
If they catch you they'll execute you.
They'll kill you, do you understand?
Yes.
Then put these on.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
Excuse me.
I-I'd, uh, like to look at some back newspapers, please.
How far back?
Starting about two years ago.
Right back there in the file room.
Thank you.
Hello again.
I spoke to one of your employees last night.
A Mr. Johnson.
Johnson?
Whatever he calls himself, he's a bum.
Right in the middle of the busiest part of the night
he goes out for a smoke.
That's the last I see of him.
I think he may have had good reason
for running out on you.
Do you know where he lives?
These people come and go, miss.
Who knows?
Who asks? Who cares?
There'd be screaming night after night.
She kept pleading with him.
I heard her say "you want me dead. "
No. She's wrong.
The strands of hair under her nails
positively are those of her husband,
the defendant, Richard Kimble.
She screamed his name when she was being choked.
"Richard, Richard. "
She screamed it.
No neighbor, no passerby,
no motorist ever saw any one-armed man.
We've checked and re-checked.
There is no evidence of a one-armed man.
But there was. I saw him.
Have you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
How say ye?
We find the defendant guilty of murder
in the First Degree.
No.
Guilty
Guilty?
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
Guilty, guilty, guilty!
Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty!
Dr. Towne.
Well, doctor.
I couldn't go back to the hospital.
I had to see you.
Why?
You missed a few of the answers.
You were right about me, doctor. I-
I was trying to hide something.
Yes, I told you it would all come back to you.
I-it hasn't, doc.
I read about it in the papers.
What papers?
The public library.
Look, are you handing me a line?
No. I don't remember it.
I just read about it in the papers.
The verdict, the evidence.
I know I-
I could have done it.
All right, you want a clinical opinion?
I think you know that you did kill your wife.
You crave the punishment.
You're punishing yourself.
T-that's no good.
That's like reading it in the papers.
What are you asking for? Therapy?
Yes.
Turn yourself in.
No, that's suicide.
Where do you think you're headed?
You're going to wind up blowing your brains out.
Not with your help.
I-
I put my life in your hands.
You can't run out on me.
Oh, no, no.
Nobody's running out on you.
You ran out on yourself and on your profession.
And you think back.
I told you exactly what you could expect from me.
You said you didn't want to be a person in my life.
You said you'd wind up despising me.
But you know something, doctor, I think you're afraid of me.
I think you're afraid I'm gonna need a speck of humanity
and you don't have it to give.
Now, you run off and hide in your rules,
but I think you're a coward, doctor.
Kimble, you were a doctor
and you took a life.
Now, I may be a coward but I'm not a Judas.
Now, is that how it happened?
Is it?
Huh? An argument. Accusations.
You ran out of words and you grabbed her just like this?
Huh?
No, I-
Listen to me, Kimble.
If you do turn yourself in, it'll work in your favor.
The circumstances are different now.
There's a medical aspect to the case.
Your amnesia is genuine.
A clever defense attorney can use that.
He can use it to push the appeal that they denied you before.
They tried appeal- Listen to me.
Listen to what I'm trying to say.
They will not execute a man who does not know
that he's killed.
Let me drive you downtown.
Let me take you to Sergeant Lascoe.
He understands these things.
No, I'll go back. I-
I'll go back to Stafford where it began.
There's a detective there. Gerard.
He knows the case.
I-I'll call him and tell him I'm coming in.
You'll never make it.
I'll make it if you'll lend me 20 bucks
and drive me to the railroad station.
Get in.
Get down in the back.
It's all over. He wants you to forget it.
That's the only reason I promised to tell you.
Forget it. He's gone.
You're out of it.
How could you possibly tell him to give himself up?
I couldn't leave a murderer free to walk the streets.
But you lied to him.
His amnesia won't get him a hearing.
It might, but that's beside the point.
I did what should have been done.
And you never dirtied your lily-white uniform,
did you, doctor?
Oh, I lent the man 20 bucks.
I drove him to the train station.
How much more involved do you want me to get?
Listen, if you so much as hint
that I talked to that man
without reporting it to the police,
I'll be arrested.
I'll lose my license.
Is that what you want?
Two defrocked doctors?
I don't care about you, doctor.
Hello, Decatur Terminal?
Would you give me the time for the next departure for Stafford?
Well, when was the last one?
Oh, thank you.
He's got to be on that 8:45 train.
Well, what do you int-
Miss Ruskin.
I'd like to-
I'd like to call, uh, Stafford, Indiana, p-please.
Phil, Mm-hm.
here's a contribution to your scrapbook.
Yeah? What is it?
Possible identification on Richard Kimble.
Fingerprints turned up.
A hospital in Decatur.
Why would he let them take his fingerprints?
Well, when? I wanna know when.
Yes?
For you, lieutenant.
Who's calling?
He won't say.
Uh, he won't say?
It's from Decatur.
From where?
Decatur.
Well, all right, put him through.
It's Decatur. Maybe they've got him.
Lt. Gerard,
this is Richard Kimble.
I understand you've been looking for me for some time.
Is this some kind of joke? Who is this?
No, this is Richard Kimble. I-
I only have a few minutes.
My train's about to leave.
I-I'm- I'm coming in.
I'm turning myself over to you.
Have this call traced.
Go on, Kimble, tell me about it.
I've been told that
if I come in by myself
it would be much easier on me.
I understand I may have to accept punishment, and...
My train should arrive about 11:43 your time.
Kimble, what is this?
You're confessing to me after all this time?
Well, you see, I've had this accident,
and my mind isn't really working that properly.
The call's coming from Decatur all right.
All right, Kimble, we'll meet your train.
Kimble, are you still there?
What do you make of it?
Sounds phony to me, Phil.
He admitted it for the first time.
He admitted it.
Does he expect us to be waiting in a train depot while he
takes off in the opposite direction?
Maybe he's laying the groundwork for an insanity plea.
"Please come and get me. "
Well, I'll come and get him all right.
But I won't wait for that train.
Here. We could board the train here.
It should pass Marshfield in approximately 78 minutes.
With a police escort we can get you there in an hour.
Richard!
We're turning. Look out!
Richard, look at me.
You've got to get off this train right now.
He said I can't run anymore.
Forget what Dr. Towne told you.
You're innocent.
Don't lie to me.
I have proof.
I saw the one-armed man.
I said don't lie to me.
Richard, let go.
All right, you two board up front.
You take the back.
Check every car and get the train moving again.
At your trial, you said it was a one-armed man
who killed your wife.
Well, I spoke to him.
He recognized your picture.
He must have called the police.
They said I made him up.
But I didn't. I saw him.
I remember. I saw him.
I saw him too.
When I got home she-
She was already...
Miss Russell, I- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
Ruskin.
Margaret Ruskin.
You'd better get off this train soon.
Go on.
What is it?
Step aside, please. What's the trouble, officer?
MAN Miss Ruskin, telephone please.
Miss Ruskin. Telephone.
Hello, Miss Ruskin.
Thank you.
Hello?
Hello.
Richard, are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
I wanted to tell you that things
are starting to come back.
Not all of it yet, but...
One thing is clear. I know I didn't kill my wife.
I was so afraid you hurt yourself when you jumped.
I've been watching the newspapers.
Well, I- I knew you'd worry.
That's why I wanted to call you.
I'm glad you did.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Dr. Towne,
he remembers that he didn't kill her.
Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee.
Some will believe him, some will not.
Some will change their beliefs.
But most important, he again believes in himself.
He again has the will to run,
and for a fugitive,
this instinct is survival.