Richard.
Richard, I'm going to drive you to the truck.
No, I feel much better.
You saved my life. That's enough.
Oh, please, Richard, let me.
Good evening, Miss Renick.
Oh, Lieutenant Gerard.
NARRATOR:
A QM Production.
Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.
An innocent victim of blind justice,
falsely convicted for the murder of his wife,
reprieved by fate when a train wreck freed him
en route to the death house.
Freed him to hide in lonely desperation,
to change his identity, to toil at many jobs.
Freed him to search for a one-armed man
he saw leave the scene of the crime.
Freed him to run before the relentless pursuit
of the police lieutenant obsessed with his capture.
The guest stars in tonight's story:
Barbara Barrie,
Andrew Duggan.
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
ANNOUNCER:
A man who has to run to survive
finds respite, sometimes, in desolate places.
For the moment, this man is Steve Younger.
For the moment, a truck driver.
Yet today, within the hour,
Steve Younger has a rendezvous with death.
Everybody paid.
Must be something about the weather.
Money's running freer.
Except for Henny Wilkins, he didn't have it this month.
Hm.
That puts him two months behind.
This is half of what Dykstra owes.
Nothing from B & B and nothing from Stillman.
Do you think I'll still have a job next month?
Aimee?
Make sure Steve doesn't go away without those invoices.
Oh, yes. I was just going to take them out to him now.
Uh, Steve, you didn't forget the invoices, did you?
Well, I probably would have.
I-I was wondering if you, uh, remembered
that new route to Coverton.
Yeah, I traced it on the map.
Oh, well, a-a friend of mine bought tickets for a play
for tonight and, uh, we can't-
She can't go. So I just wondered if you'd like the tickets.
They're all bought and paid for.
It'd be a shame for them to go to waste.
Would you go with me?
Oh, thank you, I-I'd like to see it.
Well, maybe we could have dinner?
That'd be fine.
Seven o'clock?
Seven o'clock.
Aimee, he's not for you.
Nothing against him, he seems like a nice enough sort of guy,
but one foot on the ground,
the other on the first bus out of town.
John, about these collections-
Well, never mind that now.
I'm trying to tell you that Steve-
I just went out to give him the invoices. You asked me to.
Well, I really think we should
decide how to make these collections.
Gee, thanks a lot, buddy.
Sam.
Steve Younger.
Hello. Hi.
How far you going?
Up 20 miles.
Oh, good.
Twenty miles closer.
To home and mom and apple pie?
Naw, just closer to whatever comes next.
The only home I ever had was the army.
I joined up to see them far away places.
You know, uh,
geisha girls, ricksha,
pretty brown eyes.
Ha. Lots of luck.
Me, four years in a stinking Canal Zone.
Yeah, I got no mom anymore, no pop, nobody.
The only friend or kin Sam Barlow
ever knew was Uncle Sam.
I was, uh, nephew number 17007171.
Well, my tickets to the open road.
At least until I get shed some of that-
Hey. Hey, look out!
Jump.
Come on. Jump.
Yes.
I'll be right over.
What is it, John?
Steve piled up at the bottom of Steiner's Pass.
The truck caught on fire.
He's dead.
I know it's a shock to you, Aimee.
He was really getting to mean something to you.
I was being nice to him, that's all.
He was all alone.
Steve liked being alone.
Nobody likes it, John.
I guess you been lonely too, Aimee.
Been watching you for two years now,
ever since you first started working for me.
I know I'm almost 50.
You've never given me any encouragement.
Last month I was- I was going to speak out for myself anyway.
Then along came Steve.
And, well, it just knocked the sand out of me
to see the way you looked at him.
Just knocked the sand out of me.
Anyway, I, um-
There it is.
Now, you go ahead. I'll stay here.
Hello, John.
Hiya, Lou.
Nothing we could do.
He was gone when we got here.
Looks like.
Who was driving?
Name of Steve Younger.
About all I know about him. He was a transient.
Got his trucker's ticket when I offered him the job.
How long's he been with you?
Uh, about six weeks.
Know anything about his kinfolk?
He never mentioned any.
Got an address on him?
No, he, um, he had a hotel room in Burleigh.
I'll have to pick up his personal effects.
He has a locker at the garage too.
But I imagine most of his stuff is at the hotel room.
Well, would you or Aimee pick them up for me?
You both live in Burleigh. It'll save me a trip. Sure.
I'll stop by later and get your statements.
Where you going to take the body, Lou?
Coroner at Coverton.
Need any identification?
Impossible.
Wouldn't do any good to try.
What's left of your Mr. Younger can't even be recognized.
The rendezvous with death has been kept.
A man, burned beyond identification,
will be buried, and with him, Steve Younger.
And with Steve Younger, Richard Kimble.
If. If Lieutenant Philip Gerard can be made to discover
that Steve Younger and Richard Kimble
are one and the same man.
This is his room.
There you are.
His rent was paid up. So there's nothing owed.
But I do want a receipt for anything taken.
It's just some people from another room.
What are we going to do?
What was in that letter you were writing to your father?
Nothing.
I didn't think anyone would come until tomorrow.
Didn't expect anyone tonight.
I thought they'd come and find the letter.
And realize who Steve Younger really was.
They'd call Gerard and tell him that Richard Kimble was dead.
Then maybe he'd quit. Maybe he'd really quit.
But if you didn't kill your wife,
why is he so vindictive?
I don't know.
It really doesn't make any difference.
I can't run anymore.
I can't even stand up.
Aren't you going to call the police?
But you're innocent.
Am I?
I left my wife alone. A man came in and killed her.
And I wonder, did I really try to save that hitchhiker?
Or had some part of me already started to make this plan?
Now, we don't have time to waste talking nonsense.
How do you know it's nonsense?
Well, I don't always ask myself how I know a thing is right.
I just know I'm not going to call the police.
Lieutenant Garlock asked me to come here
and collect your belongings.
And if I were going to call him,
I would have done it 10 minutes ago.
So I do know what I am going to do.
Feel strong enough to finish writing that letter
while I gather up your things?
I'll try.
"Just to let you know, I'm still free, still running,
"wondering if it'll ever end.
"Love to Doug and Sis. Kiss her kids for me.
As ever, Dick. "
Well, Aimee, I don't think there can be much doubt.
Obviously he tried to change his appearance,
but I'm sure that the man who worked for us was Dr. Kimble.
Funny. Of course, I never saw the man.
But there you were, working with him for six weeks,
never knowing him as a killer.
Didn't Dr. Kimble always deny his guilt?
They all do, Aimee.
Yes, I suppose so.
Well, uh, I must be getting back to work.
Thanks for your help.
I'll teletype the police in Stafford, Indiana.
Let them know that Richard Kimble is dead.
Fine.
Bye, lieutenant.
Bye, Aimee.
Well, I don't know what else I can tell you about it, Chet-
Oh, wait a minute, here's the captain.
Uh, did you authorize an interview with Mrs. Shaw?
Yes.
Hello? Chet? Yeah.
It's okay. You can go ahead.
Yeah.
Well, what makes you so cheerful this morning, captain?
Richard Kimble.
I just got a twix from Pennsylvania, Phil.
He's dead.
Phil, I'll take the Shaw report if it's ready.
Phil. Yeah?
The Shaw report.
Oh, uh, Paul can wrap up the Shaw report.
I, um, better get back to check this out.
Now, wait a minute, Phil.
Can't close a file with nothing but this.
Could be a mistake.
Who you calling? Airport.
There's a plane East.
Lieutenant.
I still like to think I'm head of this department.
I believe I know who to send on what assignment.
Now, where's the report I asked for?
Thank you.
Now, I got a seat for you on a plane that leaves at 12:25.
Flight 907.
I need you back here in court on the Shaw case on Friday.
Phil, I feel like saying good luck,
but, uh, I'm just not sure what that would mean.
No.
Neither am I.
I hope this ends it.
Hello.
You feeling better?
I, uh- I don't know what day it is.
It's only tomorrow.
You've been asleep.
For how long?
Uh, since half past 10 last night.
Fourteen hours?
Well, you needed it.
And now you need some food.
Those are shaving things and cigarettes.
I take it you got my note.
Yes. And the clothes.
Where did they come from?
Oh, I bought them for a cousin of mine in Erie.
You were asleep, so I left them here this morning
before I went to work.
No chance of anyone dropping in
'cause I live alone. Except for Rusty, the cat.
Did you put this bandage on my head?
Yes.
I don't remember much.
Are they still convinced I'm dead?
Yes.
Lieutenant Garlock teletyped the Indiana police this morning.
That means Gerard is on his way.
He's flying in this afternoon.
Have they moved the wreck?
No, they can't.
Well, I've got to get out then.
What for?
The hitchhiker I picked up, the boy.
Told me he had no relatives except his Uncle Sam.
And he showed me his dog tags.
That's what woke me up. I kept dreaming about them.
But you can't go out there now.
They're guarding it.
Guarding it?
The fire patrol.
They're watching it for what they call, um, hot spots.
Besides, you're still very shaky
and Lieutenant Garlock didn't find anything.
Lieutenant Garlock isn't Phil Gerard.
But everything burned.
But the dog tags.
Unless they were in the cab.
And the fire was so hot, it melted the truck.
I've got to try, Aimee.
The odds are getting worse.
I wish you'd stop sounding so hopeless.
Aimee.
You don't know what Phil Gerard is capable of.
You said you felt right about helping me.
I don't know why you want to take the risk.
Well, I...
Only once or twice in my life
have I ever asked anybody for anything.
The first time it turned out very badly.
The second time was yesterday
when I asked Steve Younger to take me to the theatre.
And he was very kind and made me feel unafraid.
But now you know I'm not Steve Younger.
Has my knowing changed you?
Aimee, Gerard has a way of sensing things.
He's brilliant. He knows me.
Maybe better than I know myself.
If you make one slip...
Richard.
Trust me.
Oh, hello, Aimee. Come on in.
Wait here a second, will ya?
Lieutenant?
This is Aimee Renick.
She's the one who found the letter.
Lieutenant Gerard. How do you do?
And thank you for coming.
I hope it hasn't spoiled your afternoon.
Not a bit.
These are the things you wanted from the locker, lieutenant.
Oh, yes, I just wanted to meet you
and confirm your identification of that photograph
Lieutenant Garlock showed you.
You're positive that Kimble and Younger
were one and the same?
Yes, I am.
But I see you're not depending on my observations.
No, we've looked at the remains.
Inconclusive.
And we're taking fingerprints.
What's that?
Hair dye.
That's Richard Kimble.
Miss Renick, do you know when Mr. Harlan's planning
to haul the truck out of Steiner's Pass?
As soon as they're sure all the fires are dead, I guess.
They're trying to cold-trail the area now.
They'll let him know as soon as it's safe to go in.
Maybe later this evening.
I want to check the cab of that truck.
If I can find some latent prints on the wheel or the dash,
that'll remove all doubts.
And this may be the end of a hunt
that's taken me back and forth across the country
for about a dozen times.
That and a couple 100,000 miles.
A long way for two men to run.
What about the third man?
Wasn't Dr. Kimble looking for a man with one arm?
That was his invention, Miss Renick.
Thank you, again.
Thank you.
Where did she learn about the one-armed man?
Hi. You hungry?
Well, look at you.
Yeah, I'm sound as a dollar, whatever that means.
Richard, you're well.
Ha. Everything's working out perfectly.
What about Gerard?
Well, he's rather frightening, isn't he?
Very polite. Anyway, I think he's convinced.
He saw the body and he checked your effects.
And later tonight or early tomorrow he's going down
to try to get what they call, um, latent prints
from the cab of the truck.
And that'll finish it.
What is it, Richard?
The cab didn't burn?
Oh, yes, it did burn.
But not completely, I guess.
Or- Richard, what is it?
I told you. The dog tags.
If the cab didn't burn they're probably still inside.
That means Gerard'll find them.
Unless I can get there ahead of him and find them first.
Richard.
Richard, I'm going to drive you to the truck.
No. I feel much better.
You've saved my life. That's enough.
But- But we could search together.
Maybe the bag fell out of the truck.
You did. I jumped.
Sam Barlow didn't.
Oh, please, Richard, let me.
Good evening, Miss Renick.
Oh, Lieutenant Gerard.
This is not inconvenient, I hope.
No, uh, won't you come in, please?
Thank you.
Oh. Were you going out?
Yes, I was, uh, going to the drugstore,
but it can wait.
Would you like to sit down?
Thank you.
I had to, uh, tie up a loose end, Miss Renick.
Maybe only a psychological loose end, but, uh...
Well, you can imagine how well I came to know Richard Kimble.
And I believe the only thing about him
that I never understood was
that quality in him that made sensitive, intelligent strangers
want to help him.
That would be difficult to define, lieutenant.
He was a very attractive man.
Uh, John Harlan tells me that you saw him socially.
No, the only date we ever had
was for the night of the accident.
On past occasions, uh, Kimble confided,
seldom freely or voluntarily.
If that's going to be a question,
the answer will be, no.
He never mentioned his past.
No hint about his troubles?
None.
Curious.
You mentioned the one-armed man this afternoon.
I've been wondering who told you about him.
Rusty.
Shame on you.
This is Rusty, my one true love.
Rusty, you interrupted us.
I sometimes let my dishes pile up.
I think my kitchen's a mess,
but Rusty thinks it's a treasure trove.
Miss Renick, who did tell you about the one-armed man?
I read about it in the papers.
I spent a couple of hours combing through the dead-file
at the Coverton Library today.
The only accounts of the Kimble trial
in the local papers in Coverton,
and here in Burleigh, were very sketchy.
The one-armed man was never mentioned.
St. Louis, Missouri is my home town, lieutenant.
Dr. Kimble and the one-armed man were in the headlines there.
I left St. Louis two years ago,
but I still get the paper by mail.
Is that what you call, uh, conclusive evidence, lieutenant?
Like, uh, fingerprints?
Yes, it is.
And, uh, you do have fingerprints now, don't you?
Yes, from his room.
And the truck?
Lieutenant Garlock tells me the fire patrol
will be withdrawing its guard
in another hour or two.
And when you get the fingerprints
from the cab of the truck,
will that help tie up your psychological loose end?
That's an odd question.
Not really.
If Richard Kimble is dead,
that would be the end of a lot of worry and trouble for you.
And yet, you seem to be trying to prove that he's alive.
You said, "if Kimble is dead. "
And you hope it's a slip of the tongue.
Uh, I suppose naturally I tend to reject the idea
that my search may become obsessive.
But, uh, it's a hard habit to break.
If Kimble is dead, I'll prove it.
Perhaps in spite of myself.
Thank you again, Miss Renick. You're a stimulating woman.
You said it would be tough, but I think it's working.
You were great, but that cat's got to go.
I nearly fainted.
I think I've found a psychological
loose end of my own.
You asked me before why I was helping you.
I was lonely.
I needed somebody who needed me.
More for my own sake than for yours.
Now I've just had my first unselfish thought.
What's that?
The dog tags.
We've got to go and get them.
You said you were going to the drugstore.
You better do that first, in case Gerard is watching.
And he probably is.
Will you wait here?
I still need you.
Wait here, Aimee.
Yeah, Lou, it's John Harlan. I thought you'd like to know.
the fire patrol has it wrapped up out here.
Thanks, John.
I'll pick up Lieutenant Gerard.
We'll be there in 15 or 20 minutes.
Joe, get on the phone and locate Gerard.
I'll pick him up at his hotel. Try there first.
Did you get them?
Oh, thank goodness.
Give me this. I'll take it home
and I'll get rid of it, a little bit at a time.
All right.
Look, I'll find a way to get word to you as soon as I'm sure.
But I really think that Gerard is going to buy our story.
I don't.
I think he's going to like my story better, Dr. Kimble.
All right, Aimee, I don't think anybody else saw your car.
Now go. I'll forget that you were here.
Not unless you let him go, John.
Now, Aimee, please.
We were together.
You think I don't know that?
I knew you were falling in love with him,
but I couldn't stop that and I can't stop the way I feel.
I don't want you mixed up in this.
I want to be mixed up in it.
I am mixed up in it.
He's innocent.
You know he claims to be.
I believe him!
Well, I don't. And I got the gun.
And I'll shoot him where he stands.
Run. Run!
No!
Aimee.
I shot her!
I didn't mean it, Aimee, I didn't mean it.
Do something. Help her. Please.
See if there's something in the car to put her head on.
Hurry.
It's an artery.
Your bullet hit an artery.
Let's get her to the hospital. Quick.
No.
There's a phone up on the highway.
Call an ambulance.
Tell them to get here as quickly as they can.
I-I'll do that.
You go phone.
You'll have to know how much pressure to apply
and when to release it.
Otherwise, she'll bleed to death.
How do I know you'll stay here if I go phone?
How do you know I'll go to the phone, if you stay?
Richard.
Go. Please, go.
DISPATCHER Car 4. Ambulance. Follow up in Steiner's Pass.
Car 4. Ambulance...
What is it?
Ambulance.
Garlock to headquarters.
Come in please.
CHARLIE Uh, roger, sergeant. Headquarters by.
Charlie, what's that ambulance call?
They're going to Steiner's Pass.
Another accident?
Uh, gunshot accident, sarge.
Aimee Renick was shot.
John Harlan called in.
There's a doctor on the scene, needs assistance.
Who's the doctor, Charlie?
Uh, no identification on that, sarge. Over.
Loose end, you think?
Step on it.
Okay, Charlie, I'm on my way out there.
The ambulance will be on its way by now.
And John. And the police.
No matter how much trouble John gives me,
he would rather have shot himself than hurt you.
Now, give him a chance, Aimee.
Remember what you said once:
"more for your own sake than for his. "
The ambulance is coming, Aimee.
Richard, go. Please, go.
Aimee, I can't let him.
No, lie still.
You're making this harder for me than it has to be.
You sure got a big heart.
If I leave, she'll die within a minute.
I don't want it on my conscience.
So I'm trapped.
I'm not going anywhere.
All right, Kimble, I love this woman.
I don't know about your wife,
but if Aimee lives, you saved her.
Me too, I guess.
They're getting closer. Can I do that?
You can use my car. The keys are in it.
You see where my thumb is?
Yeah.
Now, when I leave, take your thumb,
put it into the wound and press, and press hard.
When the intern gets here tell him it's the subclavian artery.
Hurry, Richard. Hurry.
It's the subclavian artery.
It's only John and Aimee here.
Looks like we were wrong.
Aimee, I'll be at the hospital as fast as I can.
She's going to make it, John.
It's a good thing you knew what to do.
You saved her life.
How'd the accident happen, Mr. Harlan?
I was showing her how to use this pistol and it went off.
Who was here with her?
I found this in her car.
There was nobody here.
Except the doctor.
What doctor?
You reported that there was a doctor on the scene.
What I probably said was that I need a doctor.
Oh.
When you telephoned?
If there wasn't someone else here,
why didn't Miss Renick bleed to death
when you went to report the accident?
She was lucky, lieutenant.
Just say she was lucky.
Sooner or later we're going to find out
that the doctor was here and alive.
Will you put out an All Points Bulletin
with Richard Kimble's description?
Now, indeed, Steve Younger is dead.
But the thin thread which binds Richard Kimble to life
winds back into the fingers of Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
Who will follow it. And cut it if he can.