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.