While I'm talking to you,
there's something I wanted to ask you.
Who is Gerard?
I warned you I was observant.
You're afraid of him, aren't you?
Afraid of who?
That man, Gerard.
He's waiting up there like a cat at a mousehole.
What, for Parky? Why?
He's a policeman.
Why? What'd you do?
It's what they think I did.
They think I killed my wife.
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:
Stephen McNally,
Nan Martin,
Richard Anderson.
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
ANNOUNCER:
Here in Southern Nevada,
man is changing the bleak face of nature.
With his machinery, he is carving a shaft
deep into the unremitting rock and sand:
a missile-launching silo.
When the job is finished, the Air Force will take over.
For now, it is a civilian crew
that tunnels under the desert crust.
A crew of deep and abiding loyalties.
One of its newest members,
a fugitive,
Richard Kimble.
Working now as laborer
and first-aid man.
The name he has taken: Parker.
Then the boss poke his finger in my chest and he says:
"Listen, you black-souled, heathen Apache.
"The government buys your beer,
so if this lady congressman wants to snoop around... "
Thank you, Mr. Glennon.
What I'm trying to make clear is
there's not much to see at this stage,
not much reason to go below.
I have to write a report.
I think that's quite enough reason.
That's ridiculous.
There's nothing to see or write about.
Miss Snell, what Jack is trying to say is that-
Well, I think that's fairly obvious, colonel.
He doesn't want me to go in the shaft.
It's dangerous.
It's no place for a woman.
Oh, Mr. Glennon,
they used to say that about Congress.
All right, we'll take a quick look-see
and then we'll go to lunch. Come on.
Anybody but her.
Anybody.
Send it up.
Mr. Glennon.
Joe,
get those cans outta there.
I don't wanna crowd you.
Come on in. There's plenty of room.
Come on, Indian. You're drawing time.
Spooky, but you get used to it, Miss Lait.
Maybe.
I like to build up.
I hate these oversized post holes.
You were glad to get the contract.
I needed the money.
You oughta know.
All right. Bargain basement.
Everybody out.
We won't be down here long.
I wish I could be more like you
and not afraid of everything.
Most of the crew are still on their lunch break.
Oh, don't- Don't stop for me.
I know you have a "time is of the essence" clause.
Would you like me to get some pictures, ma'am?
No, no. Not here. Not in the shaft.
We're over 200 feet down.
Anybody up there drops a pin on you,
it would nail you right to the floor.
If anyone dropped anything up there,
wouldn't that indicate negligence?
Look, Miss Snell-
Just one or two, Jack.
It'll just take a moment.
Right over here, miss.
Now, just a little smile to please your constituents.
Her heel.
Get a box from the tunnel.
Get the first-aid kit.
Oh, such a stupid thing to do.
Stupid.
Uh, Parker handles our first aid.
He's good.
Well, it's not broken.
You're quite confident, doctor.
Miss Snell.
We'll have the whole Congress laughing at me.
You'll destroy that negative, of course.
Just one print.
For your scrapbook.
Well, she shouldn't walk on the foot.
I'll bring a chair down.
No. Sorry, colonel.
I won't use a wheelchair.
Well, you'd better find some crutches.
Um, could I-?
Yes, Susan, I won't need you anymore.
You can go with him.
All right.
And I won't need you or your camera anymore, either.
Take it away.
Here you are.
This should help.
I feel like such a fool.
Get back to work, boys, huh?
Go on. Move.
Hold the elevator.
Right.
Stop!
Look out down there!
Jack!
Jack, fire!
If it gets to the tanks...
Give me a hand here.
Let's get to the control room.
Is there another way out?
No.
All right, give me a hand.
Higher. Higher.
Get back outta here. They're going to blow!
Dial nine. That's the control room.
Are we safe in here?
I asked you a question, Mr. Glennon.
I got no time to lecture
on gas overpressures.
Come on. Everything goes, boys.
Everything.
Okay, everybody against the wall
and down.
Miss Snell.
Get over to the mouth and get that hose down. Go!
What happened?
There- There was a gasoline can
and it rolled in.
I-I tried to stop it.
Colonel, we're gonna try to get water down the shaft.
Not with gasoline. Use dirt and sand.
Try to smother it.
Right.
All right, get that hose outta there.
Come on, get the hose outta there.
It's hot.
It's too hot.
Somebody answer that phone.
Stay down.
Hey, Jack...
Emilio.
I said stay down.
That will be in my report, of course.
Yeah, it figures.
Jack,
you figure he's got a chance?
Shut up.
Colonel.
Colonel, they don't answer the phone.
Keep trying.
Anybody hurt?
No.
Let's get to work on this door.
Something else for your report.
Emilio was on my first crew.
I'm godfather to one of his kids.
It's caved in.
I'll get a clamshell from town.
You line up the heavy stuff.
Right.
Cooley.
You'll clear all pictures through me.
Yes, sir.
Two hours gone by.
It's not too late, is it?
Depends on the air supply.
Look, I know it's rough.
You must be fond of her.
I was with her for six years.
She was wonderful to me.
Interstate News wants to buy my story.
They called you?
We were talking.
Well, someone's got to put her down on paper.
I'll bet the money's good too.
With this business you never can tell.
Emilio's smart, you know.
I knew a fella once, got caught like that.
Got under an overhang. Heh.
When we dug him out he was as good as new.
You think I'm whistling at the moon, huh?
Well, I think every man has to keep on hoping.
Yeah.
Alec,
take over, will you?
Well, we're doing all we can.
Perhaps you should have started before.
Look, it was an accident.
Granted.
But isn't your function
to anticipate any unusual circumstance?
Like Dale City, I suppose?
Hitting underground springs halfway through the excavating.
All right, you should've surveyed the site.
I took the government's survey. I was working close.
The whole committee saw it my way.
I had the extra appropriation right in my hand...
till you knocked it out.
I was doing my job.
Do your job.
But don't turn to stone.
Don't try to be like a-
Jack.
But I don't understand it, general.
I never cleared anything.
Yes, sir, I'll check it and call you back.
The clamshell is here, sir.
Right, sir.
Dave Cooley reporting back, sir.
That's my CO chewing me out.
The wire services picked up a picture.
Running it in all the front pages in Washington.
Everywhere.
Yours?
All mine. Exclusive. Coast to coast.
I told you to clear all pictures with me first.
This wasn't on the accident, sir.
No doubt about it, captain.
I'm going alone, 2:45 plane.
I'll pick up some men out there.
This time,
one way or another,
I've got him.
Gettin' hard to breathe.
There's plenty of air in here.
It's all that beer, Solly.
Well, actually, we only use one-fourth of our lungs.
Well, it's true.
Been proven.
Uh, Jack.
Well,
nobody told you to quit.
Move the dirt off.
They're really gonna dig us out?
Ah, 15, 20 hours.
Twenty hours?
The air gonna last that long?
That's what I thought.
That conduit, it's outside the shaft.
It could've stood up.
Yeah, if we can get to it.
We might.
There are spaces between that concrete.
Just possible a man might snake his way through.
All right, I'll give it a try.
Who said you?
It's gonna be tight fit, Solly.
To your left 10, 12 feet.
Colonel Lawrence?
Yes?
I'm Lieutenant Gerard.
I believe this man was caught below with the others.
That's right.
I can't believe it.
I've talked with him. He seems quiet, intelligent.
Yes.
A quiet, intelligent murderer.
I'd prefer that no one knows who he is.
Or why I'm here.
Mr. Gerard, um,
this is Miss Lait, the congresswoman's secretary.
How do you do?
Mr. Gerard is a friend of, uh...
What's his name?
Parker.
That's right. Parker.
Colonel, what are their chances?
It doesn't look good.
I'll wait.
Hey, Jack, I think I've got it.
MAN At this point, there is no way of knowing
how many, if any, are still alive.
Even generous estimates would indicate
the air supply must be almost exhausted.
Friends of Congresswoman Snell's in Washington
are promising a full investigation.
Stay tuned for our next regularly scheduled newscast
at 6:00.
Pull the cap.
I'll rig the compressor and get the colonel.
They answered.
They heard you?
Yeah.
Lucky Jack Glennon
did it again.
You're just too mean to die.
He did it. He did it.
You need something, Miss Snell?
Thank you. Nothing.
Do you think the headset will go through?
It should. It's small enough.
I've been smelling it for years,
and I never knew plain old air
could smell like French perfume.
They've got it.
Hello?
Hello? Hello, can you hear me?
Glennon?
Jack. Jack.
They've got their microphone down.
The colonel wants to speak to the lady.
This is for your throat.
And put this in your ear.
Thank you.
Hello?
Congresswoman Snell speaking.
This is Colonel Lawrence.
Are you all right?
Quite well, colonel, under the circumstances.
May I speak to my secretary, please?
Marion, I'm so glad.
You can release this statement to the wire services.
I intend to fix the blame for this.
If it hadn't been for one of the crew-
A man named Parker.
well, I just don't know what.
Here, tell her about yourself.
Mr. Parker?
Hello.
LAIT Mr. Parker?
Uh, that's right.
Marion tells me you're a hero.
I'm sure your friend will be delighted to hear that.
What friend?
Mr. Gerard.
Gerard, huh?
Yes, he's standing right here beside me.
It is Gerard, isn't it?
Mr. Parker?
Does that crane operator know what he's doing?
He's the best.
He's slow.
Well, he has to be.
The shaft could cave in again.
There's no other way out?
No.
Lieutenant...
what if he won't come up?
We go in after him.
You hear anything?
Not a thing.
That bandage, uh, looks a little tight.
I'll loosen it for you.
You're very observant.
So am I.
It's strange.
Little pieces that flake off a person
and leave so much naked,
so much to be seen.
A word.
A look.
Just a held breath.
Feel better?
Much.
You should have been a doctor.
Bothered you, didn't it?
Just the word.
I say doctor,
and it's like a whip,
flaking off one of those little pieces.
Another word I've noticed...
We're gonna make it.
They'll be breaking through soon.
You'll be out.
You can hotfoot it back to Washington
and start to scream.
Mr. Glennon, let's not make this a personal issue.
I am the chairman
of a Congressional subcommittee.
I'm working for you as much as everyone else.
Sure. Keep projecting. It makes a nice public image.
You project a rather strong one yourself.
Patron saint to an army of featherbedders.
That's Washington talk.
Not at all. It's based on considerable observation.
Dale City and here.
You have 20 more men on your crew than you need.
What do you suggest I do with them?
They're not cats, to be drowned when I've got too many.
Mr. Glennon, my committee spends the government dollar.
That's a hard, realistic business.
And if you choose to carry 20 extra men
out of misplaced sentiment-
They'd do as much for me.
And more.
A lot of them weren't eating regularly.
It was rough.
Oh, you tied the can to me good
on that Dale City job.
Don't blame me. You bungled the job.
I didn't bungle it.
You showed manifest incompetence.
I had to point out- You had to whip somebody.
Because you had been whipped.
Because Senator Halsey gave you the brush.
Mr. Glennon.
You had him all tagged for wedding bells.
And a cheap little blond grabbed him away.
Gossip. Left the Great God Snell
with egg on her face.
She had to have a human sacrifice
to give her back her self-respect.
Him, me, anybody.
Just happened I was first in line.
Not true.
Oh, don't tell me.
I've got friends in Washington.
Don't count on them.
Mr. Glennon,
don't ever bother to bid again
on another government job.
No, sir. No more tunnels. They stink.
Next time, Jack gets us a nice little dam.
Or a bridge. Huh, Jack?
Yeah, next time, nothing. I'm through. I'm broke.
Well, you can't quit now.
You gotta chip in.
Hm? For Alec.
Wife's gonna have a baby.
A kid?
Oh, that's swell. When is she expecting?
Oh, uh,
maybe four years or five years.
Four or five years?
Why you...
Four or five years.
You can't buy that in the supermarket.
I wouldn't know. I'm not shopping.
I've got what I want.
You don't believe that?
Should I?
Well, I'm on
four Congressional subcommittees.
Chairman of one,
respected, quoted.
I have national coverage.
Oh.
Well, that's good.
I work with brilliant,
exciting people.
Some I've known for years,
and we've formed close and lasting associations.
Well, that's very gratifying.
We're very close, the people I work with.
My secretary, you met her.
She's like my- My own sister.
Boy, you look sick.
Let me see your arm there.
Boy, you are sick. No, it's-
Why do they bother you?
They don't. I just told you. I've got what I want.
I made up my mind when I was in college.
What I wanted and how to get it.
I knew what it took.
A thick, tough skin.
They can't hurt you when you're wearing a suit of armor.
But you can hurt yourself...
if you get locked inside.
Well, maybe I like it inside.
Maybe I'm used to it.
Maybe I don't want to come out.
Every human being needs someone to talk to.
I talk to my analyst.
Through my visor.
For $30 an hour,
he's glad to listen.
But while I'm talking to you,
there's something I want to ask you.
Who is Gerard?
I warned you I was observant.
You're afraid of him, aren't you?
Afraid of who?
That man Gerard.
He's waiting up there like a cat at a mousehole.
What, for Parky? Why?
He's a policeman, Jack.
Why, what'd you do?
It's what they think I did.
They think I killed my wife.
Well,
let 'em ask me what I think.
They're through.
We're about to bring the first one up.
Will you all stand back, please.
Mr. Gerard, you're in the way. We're working.
So are we.
All right, put it down.
Colonel Lawrence, are you sure
there hasn't been a call from Interstate News?
I don't know.
Hey, colonel.
They're sending the dame up first.
Back into my suit of armor.
I guess everyone gets trapped in his own way.
When I'm having breakfast with my secretary, Dr. Kimble,
I'll read about you in the papers.
That's it.
Okay, Victor, take her away.
Well, now, how do we get you outta here?
Don't get mixed up in it, Jack.
Who asked you?
What are we gonna do with him?
You do nothing.
Well, who says?
I say. You could end up in jail.
Well, so could you.
You figure to go alone?
Yeah, since when did you start workin' without a crew?
You got a way to do it, Jack?
Maybe.
Hurry up and get her outta there.
Send that cage back down.
Hold it, Gerard. These men know what they're doing.
Would someone get me out of this mummy case?
Of course.
You're waiting for Parker.
You're a policeman.
You're very perceptive.
So is he.
Did he give you any trouble?
A lot.
He saved my life.
All right.
He'll be coming up too.
Where's my secretary?
Well, it's a simple question. Where is she?
Talking to Interstate News, I think.
Killing a story.
Killing what story?
Hers.
The one she sold when she thought...
She couldn't wait.
Marion.
Oh, thank heaven you're all right.
Oh. Oh, Marion,
we were so frightened.
Were we?
All set.
Then do it.
Hey, there's something wrong with the headset.
I don't hear 'em no more.
Up there on top.
We need some help.
What's wrong?
Parker must have gone off his nut.
He smashed the microphone
and holed up in the control room.
He doesn't give up.
I'm coming down.
All right.
They say Parker's a criminal.
People fool you sometimes.
I'm a police officer. Where's Parker?
In the control room at the end of the tunnel.
He's the one who was killed.
I told you Parker's in the control room.
I have to warn you. He's wanted for murder.
Murder?
So if anyone tries to interfere...
Can they get this open?
Maybe. It's pretty heavy. Give it a try.
Get me out of here.
Get me out.
It's jammed. We're trying.
What goes down there?
I don't know.
Marion. Marion...
Let him go.
Let who go?
That was a fine thing you did for Parker.
That photographer has given us a complete statement.
I thought you'd wanna know.
That was a fine thing you did for Parker.
Apparently, there was no question of negligence.
The contractor involved
will not be blamed.
The, um, contractor involved
would like to say thanks.
He might say it even better over dinner.
Like this?
I'd look pretty silly.
The "Great God Snell"
on crutches.
Oh, no, you wouldn't.
You wouldn't look silly.
Not anymore.
You like your steak rare?
Richard Kimble eats alone.
For him, all roads are lonely,
all seasons dangerous.
Until the day when he can prove his innocence,
Richard Kimble must remain
a fugitive.