Not long enough.
I came to check on your condition.
I'm taking you back to Stafford myself.
A QM Production.
An innocent victim of blind justice,
en route to the death house.
he saw leave the scene of the crime.
Freed him to run before the relentless pursuit
Telly Savalas,
A man on the run assumes many identities,
Thus, Dr. Richard Kimble, now known as Harry Reynolds,
Once a respected pediatrician, he finds a hint of security
can completely abandon his past,
Find him, will you?
I need the lab reports on Leonetti.
Leonetti in 307.
Well, I get off at midnight.
The, uh, nurse would like the lab reports.
Oh.
Tell her the doctor couldn't operate without me, huh?
Ten months.
That's all, huh?
Maybe a year.
I'm a healthy man, doctor.
I'm strong like a bull.
You could be wrong too.
Frequently.
But not this time.
What right have you got to sentence a man to death, huh?
Lay down and die, just because-
And don't tell my wife about this.
Is she gonna make me better?
You're going to need Anne's help.
Four years ago,
This business with me.
I just don't want Anne to know
the same thing's gonna happen to me.
I won't say anything until I have to.
You can tell Anne you have no ulcers.
Well, I don't care what the inspector said.
All right, leave it on my desk,
Aren't you pleased?
Sure, I'm pleased.
I-
I'm gonna go down to the office tonight.
Tomorrow.
How many tomorrows does a guy have? Heh.
No, I'd better take care of it now.
that's bothering you?
I wasted two days here.
Who?
Oh, well, darling, now,
that must have been my imagination. I-
Victor, wait.
He's like a buzzard, that Kimble. A vulture.
First, Jeannie, and then his wife, and now...
I'll take a cab when I get finished at the office.
You know better than that. You were at the trial.
You heard him testify.
Darling, back in Stafford,
His wife knew him and she's dead,
And why, hm?
instead of being there with her.
Operator?
If you want a doctor-
No, don't play games. You don't have the time.
Anne Leonetti. Do you remember?
You're a long way from home.
Yes, well, my husband and I left Stafford about a year ago.
Uh, Victor's developing some real estate here.
He knows you're here, doctor,
and I'm sure he's called the police by now.
You'd better hurry.
He still blames me for Jeannie's death?
Yes.
And you don't?
I never did.
Thank you.
Go out emergency or whatever and I'll drive around-
Doctor?
Yeah, that's our boy, all right.
He calls himself Harry Reynolds,
spelled f-i-n-k.
I had him figured out right from the start.
Not a sign of him.
He was here in the ward just a few minutes ago.
Call headquarters, Joe.
Tell them to drop a net over this area.
Uh, Victor's overcoat's in the back seat.
You'd better wear it to hide those whites.
All right.
You let me off at the next signal.
The bus depot's just a few blocks from here.
Look, Anne, they can hold you for aiding-
If I'd kept quiet, you wouldn't be in this mess.
Victor never would've seen you.
You know why he hates you?
I mean, the real reason?
Yes.
He blames me for Jeannie's death.
No, no, no.
Nobody could have saved her. I know that.
And Victor knows that too.
But once he stops blaming you for Jeannie's death,
he'll have to blame himself.
Anne, I want to thank you for this.
Don't thank me, doctor.
Forgive me,
and my husband too.
When Jeannie had that fatal attack,
I was in New York.
I went there to see George Fogarty.
He's one of the leading cardiac specialists.
About Jeannie?
He was the only man I knew that could save her.
I had persuaded him to come to Stafford, but by that time...
You did that for us?
Why didn't you tell us?
We had no idea.
Jeannie was gone.
All the good intentions in the world...
Stay out of this. Get out of here.
Don't get mixed up in it.
There he is.
Kimble!
Hold it, Kimble! We'll shoot!
What's the matter?
Congratulations.
The police just shot Kimble.
They shot him?
Did you finally get what you wanted, Victor?
All of a sudden everything's my fault, huh?
The man's a killer, so they shot him.
He got everything he deserves.
Now, how do you know what he deserves.
Who are you to pass judgment on him?
You who have created nothing but overpriced,
undersized houses,
instant slums,
suddenly your moral sense
is so outraged- Wait a minute, Anne.
They gave us a good living, those houses.
Oh,
Anne,
our life could have been so perfect.
It still can be perfect, Victor,
if you'd just let yourself forget.
We could have had more children.
We still can.
Oh, we'd still have our little Jeannie
if your friend, Kimble-
Stop it, Victor.
He told us she needed open-heart surgery.
He recommended one surgeon after another.
But you didn't trust his judgment,
and that's why she died, Vic-
Oh, Anne, don't.
The man you hated so much, Victor,
was in New York when Jeannie had her last attack.
Did you know that?
He went there with his own money,
on his own time,
to get a heart specialist for our daughter.
The best man in the country.
The one surgeon
that even you would have to accept.
Who told you?
He did.
What did you expect? He'd use any excuse.
Uh, operator,
I'd like to place a call
to New York City,
to Dr. George Fogarty.
Uh, no, I'm, uh- I'm sorry, you'll-
You'll have to look up the number.
Thank you.
Lieutenant, can you toss a few crumbs to the reporters?
It's the lieutenant, boys.
How about some pictures, lieutenant?
Settle down. Settle down!
Where's Kimble?
Now, this is a hospital, not a press club.
First of all, his condition.
The doctor says the bullet tore some tendons in his shoulder,
severed some blood vessels.
He's lost a lot of blood and he's still in shock.
Right now, they're just trying to keep him alive.
He faces a death sentence in Indiana,
which is a lot tougher to beat than a gunshot wound.
I've been in touch with the Indiana police.
If Kimble survives, we'll arrange to have him extradited.
Now, we're running a check on his fingerprints
for final identification.
Yes, this is Lieutenant Gerard.
Now, just a minute.
We've had false alarms before.
Are they sure it's Kimble?
I'm not about to go running off to Michigan on some wild-
All right.
Let me know as soon as they have the final word on his ID.
They've actually got him in custody?
They've actually got somebody in custody.
I wish they'd make sure who before they blast me out of bed.
Call the airport, will you, dear?
Get me a reservation on the earliest plane to Selby.
How do you feel this morning?
Well, I don't think I'm ready for the Olympics,
but I'll make it.
Welcome back, killer.
You think you can crawl through those bars?
Bars on the windows, bars on the doors,
a big hunk of fuzz with a gun on his hip out there.
Cool it, man.
You're here for keeps.
I hope you're not.
Hey, I'm your favorite ward boy.
I, uh, got lonesome down there
so I asked for this job.
This little nurse, she needs my kind of company.
You know what I mean?
What happened to your little friend in X-ray?
Gloria?
Well, she's been asking about you,
since she heard you're a wife-killer.
Ain't that a kick?
Well, tell her not to be too impatient.
Yeah, they'll, uh-
They'll be taking me down to X-ray pretty soon.
Well, sorry.
No x-rays ordered.
Toby, take care of the dirty laundry.
How do you like that?
She loves me. Heh.
Someone taking care of you?
You're the man in charge?
I'm Lieutenant Cermak. Could I talk to you, please?
Well, I'm kind of busy. Maybe one of these other off-
No, please, it's important.
I've been walking the streets all night thinking about it.
Okay. Right in here.
Well, what's on your mind?
I want to confess to a crime.
Murder.
Ben, get a stenographer and a tape recorder
and bring 'em in here.
You're a murderer, huh?
Who's your victim?
Dr. Kimble's wife.
He didn't kill her.
I did.
Well, did you send a car to the airport
to pick up Lieutenant Gerard?
Flight 12.
Right. Fine.
Yeah.
Oh, send her right in.
Lieutenant, Mrs. Leonetti.
Sit down, Mrs. Leonetti.
I'd like to see my husband, please.
I'm sorry. He refuses to see anyone.
Uh, yes, but I'm his wife.
I have a right to see him.
Well, he has his rights too.
If he doesn't wanna see anybody...
That confession that he made.
You don't believe that, do you?
Oh, yes, ma'am.
I'm afraid I do. But that's nonsense.
He couldn't possibly have killed Helen Kimble.
Why not?
Oh, well, I was...
with him at home that night.
Was anyone with you?
Did anyone see you together?
No, but, I, uh-
Mrs. Leonetti, I examined your husband's story
every way I know.
He's familiar with every detail of that killing.
Now, the only one who could possibly tell us more
would be the victim herself.
Cermak.
Oh, fine, fine. I'll be right out.
Lieutenant Gerard? I'm Cermak.
Well, how do you do, lieutenant?
Come in. Thank you.
Tell me, are you certain this man you're holding is Kimble?
Yes, it's Kimble.
I'm afraid I have a little surprise for you.
Toby, please get the lunch trays ready.
I'm going to take the TPRs.
Ah.
Your shoulder bothering you?
Where exactly does it hurt you?
The anterior portion of the clavicle.
You were a doctor, weren't you?
My daughter was dead,
and Kimble was alive,
and that's all I could think about
all the way over to the Kimbles' house.
I went around to the back,
and I could hear them arguing,
Kimble and his wife.
After a while, the doctor came out and he, uh-
He drove away.
He was still mad. I could tell.
How could you see him?
Was the porch light on?
There's no porch in that house.
All right. Go on.
Well, I saw...
Helen was alone in there.
Helen?
Mrs. Kimble.
You knew her that well?
Yeah. We used to play bridge with them.
And I'm a contractor.
I'm the one who built their house.
Well, anyway, I knew Helen was in there,
and I started to think.
Why murder Kimble?
Death is no punishment.
The real punishment is grief.
If Helen were murdered,
he'd really have something to grieve about.
I don't know, I- I guess I was pretty upset.
And how did you get into the house?
The back door.
It was locked.
Yeah, well...
I knocked on the door a few times.
Helen heard me. Let me in.
How was she dressed?
She had on a- What do you call it?
A- A cocktail dress.
She was wearing a housecoat.
A cocktail dress.
Light in color.
Sort of bluish-gray.
Try it again, Leonetti.
Bluish-gray.
The dress had a cloth belt...
and I used that belt to strangle her.
All right.
So you strangled her, left her on the sofa-
No.
She was on the floor.
With the belt still around her neck?
I tossed it aside on the floor someplace
and I got out of there.
Ah, no, the, uh, back door was left open.
I used the front door.
I might have left it open, though.
Where did you go from there?
I started across the front lawn and-
Oh, yeah,
there was a man standing there.
A man?
Yeah.
I guess he heard the noise in the house
and stopped to take a look.
Anyway, he saw me, and he took off like a jackrabbit.
This, uh, man,
was he a stranger?
Would you know him if you saw him again?
I don't know.
All I remember about him was, his, uh, empty sleeve.
Coat sleeve.
Yeah, it looked to me like he had one arm.
Quite a bit of swelling.
The wound looks clean, though.
Must be some bone fragments in there, after all.
Any x-rays taken last night?
No.
Better get him downstairs for some pictures.
We'll locate those bone chips and remove them, Kimble.
Nothing to be concerned about.
Thank you, doctor.
They're pretty busy in X-ray,
but I'll try to get you down there as soon as possible.
There, that should do it.
Are you always this considerate of criminals?
Funny.
I never thought of you as one.
It's taken me a long time, Kimble.
Not long enough.
I came to check on your condition.
As soon as you're well enough, you'll be extradited to Indiana.
I'm taking you back to Stafford myself.
Are you gonna strap me on the fender of your car?
Meantime, I'd like to ask you some questions
about Victor Leonetti.
How well did you know him?
His child was my patient.
He blames you for her death.
Have I been convicted of that one too?
In a way.
Leonetti's the noble citizen
who turned you in.
A man who'd do a thing like that would be capable of anything.
Even murder.
What do you think?
Is he capable of murder?
I am in no mood for a psychiatric-
He claims he is.
In fact,
he claims he murdered your wife.
Leonetti killed Helen?
Oh, his confession is a work of art.
Must have done a lot of research.
He even found room for your one-armed man.
Why would he kill Helen?
His way of punishing you.
Of course, his wife claims his story is false but,
uh, she can't explain why he told it.
What's his reason?
Delayed conscience.
Of course, he, uh-
He may be one of those cranks who dabbles in self-destruction.
Either way,
his confession may clear you.
How does that strike your conscience?
What am I supposed to do?
Insist that I'm the guilty one?
Do you believe he's a murderer?
Well, neither do I.
Well, looks like you're gonna get that x-ray after all.
Doctor.
"Doctor. "
Dig that.
How are you feeling?
All right.
Gerard arrange the pass for you?
My request.
Well, I know what he wants.
He wants me to announce to the world
that Victor is innocent and that I'm the murderer.
Is that what you want too?
I want to help my husband.
Yesterday you wanted to help me.
But only because I was trying to keep my husband
from making a terrible mistake.
I'm still trying.
You're that sure he's innocent?
I know he didn't kill Helen.
Well, neither did I. Anne, you can't expect me to-
I don't expect anything, doctor.
But I'll be honest with you.
If I could force you to say that you were guilty,
I think I'd do it.
If I could bribe or threaten or frighten you,
I'd do it.
I cannot let my husband throw his life away.
His life doesn't seem to mean much to him.
Yes, well, maybe I'm partly responsible for that.
Well, don't you know why he's in this hospital?
Well, he thought he had some ulcers.
Uh, they were running some tests.
Ulcers? Who told you that?
Uh, Victor did. And the tests were negative.
Well, then you haven't spoken to Dr. Becker?
No. Why should I? What difference would that make?
Sorry to break in on you, but we have to get you
down to X-ray, Dr. Kimble. Yes, could we-
Wait just one moment- I'm sorry,
we don't have any time. Toby, will you help me please.
Look, Anne, see Dr. Becker.
Tell him you want the truth.
Come on- Come on, doc, it's traveling time.
Hold it, mac. We're coming through.
A sort of bluish-gray.
Try again, Leonetti.
Bluish-gray.
Oh, I can't buy it.
I just can't buy it.
Can't or won't?
You know, we can't hold Leonetti much longer
unless we file charges.
Kimble's been tried and convicted.
In the eyes of the law, he's the guilty man.
"The eyes of the law. "
Leonetti just poked a finger in the clear blue eyes of the law.
All yours, Toby.
Will you tell her the doctor wants the plates
developed and dried right away?
You bet. I'll wait for 'em.
Will you help him back, please?
So near and yet so far, right, killer?
On your feet.
Come on.
On to the table.
Toby, I left some film in there rinsing.
Would you take it out, please?
Right.
Hey, congratulations.
What?
You and Toby. He told me.
What are you talking about?
Oh, never mind.
Thank you, Toby.
I have a right to know the truth.
Dr. Becker was only-
The truth.
That's great stuff, isn't it?
Knowing about the truth.
Hey, listen to me-
Like picking up a rock,
and seeing everything you don't want to see.
Jeannie dying by inches,
Kimble dying in the electric chair,
and bigshot Victor Leonetti,
never sick a day in his life,
and dying because he deserves to die.
Don't talk that way. You said it yourself!
Jeannie died because of me.
Well, you're right. She did.
And Kimble, in custody because of me.
Is that why you made the false confession?
To punish yourself?
Ah, what do you mean, false confession?
To undo what you did to Dr. Kimble?
That's hero stuff, and I'm no hero.
You think that's heroic?
A man who'd do something like that
is only selfish.
Don't you understand, Victor?
You've got an advantage
that hardly anyone else gets.
Advantage?
Ten months to live and you call that an advantage?
I call that a blessing,
a gift.
Do you know how many people have less time than you have,
and they are not lucky enough to know it?
But you know.
And you know that you cannot waste any time.
You have to make every single minute count.
And that's ten months.
And those ten months
are our lifetime,
our happiness.
We don't have anything left.
Please, Victor.
Please, don't throw it away.
You tell that, uh, lieutenant...
that I want to see him.
And you tell him to hurry up, because my time is valuable.
The doc wants them developed right away, doll.
We'll wait for 'em.
I need some help, Toby.
Stay put, killer.
What have you been saying about me?
What?
I'll talk to you later,
after you take him back to his room.
Well, you were right about Leonetti.
And Kimble.
We'll have to take one- Toby!
Don't scream.
Help. Nurse!
Help!
Somebody!
Nurse!
Help!
Somebody get me out of here!
Help. Please.
Oh!
Reynolds, what are you doing?
He grabbed me.
He might have killed me.
What's happening in here?
Look what he did.
They should be finished with the x-rays by now.
Kimble. He's gone.
Hey.
What's going on?
There's a prisoner's escaped.
A man with an injured shoulder dressed in hospital whites.
I ain't seen him.
I sure hope I don't.
Lieutenant, I'd like to thank you.
Thank me?
Yes, for, uh, letting me see Dr. Kimble.
It-
Well, it changed a lot of things for us.
Listen, I want to make sure that Kimble gets a good lawyer.
We'll pay all of the legal expenses. All of them.
Yes, well, uh,
I'll tell him
when I find him.
The death sentence comes in many forms,
affecting each man in a different way.
For some, it means an end to pain.
For others, it becomes a challenge to live.
For Richard Kimble,
the challenge is repeated
with every new turn of the road.