What are you doing here? The police, señor.
No, don't do- Don't do that!
A QM Production.
Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.
falsely convicted for the murder of his wife,
Freed him to hide in lonely desperation,
Freed him to run before the relentless pursuit
The guest stars in tonight's story:
and Ben Piazza.
Please, Paco, in English. I'm still a gringo.
Señor Amo is hurt very bad.
For the common laborer, a haven of perpetual harvest.
For Richard Kimble, a sanctuary.
But here, on this fertile land,
where the miracle of life stands in rich abundance,
to its own purpose.
Jim.
We've sent for help, Lee.
Please don't try to talk.
You take care of him.
For me, Jim.
...good.
Lee!
Oh! No, Flo,
Lee. Señora, it does not help.
Take her to the house, Jim.
Come on.
Señor Wallace, I'm here to help you.
why don't you, uh, clean up Mr. Hagerman's son's car?
He's coming home. Sort of a welcome home gift.
Hello, Jim.
Tomorrow afternoon, 2:00.
We'd like to be present if it's permissible.
She, uh, asked me to take charge until everything got cleared,
It's fine, Jim.
by, uh, end of next week.
No.
After that, perhaps it is better if we find work somewhere else.
You're quitting?
We have worked for Señor Amo for many years.
His son will not be easy to help.
You've got something against Blaine Hagerman.
Forget the old ones, huh?
this is no time to hold a grudge.
There are other workers.
If you're going to walk out.
We are too quick to turn our back on the widow of Señor Amo.
You forget quickly, old man.
No, I don't forget.
that so inadequately describe our feelings.
beloved and respected as Señor Amo by his employees,
a guardian of strength to his friends and loved ones.
could we not pause these final few moments...
Don't you think it would be better
if I waited back at the house, Blaine?
Oh, relax, baby. This will only take a minute.
Give me the sack.
How's that?
Very touching.
Here,
to what was once fallow and wasted soil,
came a man of energy and vision.
He plowed and he planted,
and he brought forth
a great burst of life to this land.
We, as his-
Now, as we prepare to bid goodbye to Leland Hagerman,
friend, husband,
and father,
there is happiness and contentment in our hearts,
for this man has earned his place in heaven
in so short a time on earth.
Welcome him, O Lord.
Let him rest in that glorious serenity,
which you so graciously promise to us all
who someday will follow.
Okay.
Hold it.
Go ahead.
You're Jim Wallace, right?
Yes. I, uh- I've been waiting to talk to you.
I didn't think you'd want to meet anyone
so soon after the, uh, funeral.
On the contrary, I want to know all my employees.
Well, at your convenience, then we'll go over the topping
and root-cutting schedules,
since you aren't familiar with them.
How long have you been working here?
Three months.
Well, since I've, uh,
spent most of my life in this, uh,
paradise, I think you can trust me.
So if you'll leave the schedules in the shop,
I'll look at them when I get a chance.
Your, uh, father used to go over the schedules
with the harvest foreman, to work them out together.
Would you stop that?
So if you will leave the schedules in the shop...?
Let's go.
Now, there's a good-looking woman.
Ernesto,
is that what you like?
Cheapness?
My Carlina was not like that.
Good morning.
Morning, Jim.
I know that things have fallen a little behind
in the last few days.
Don't worry about it. We'll catch up.
Have you met Blaine yet?
Yes.
That's all? No reaction?
What kind of a reaction would you like?
I'm sorry, Jim.
I know he's not going to be winning
any love and fellowship awards,
but he is Lee's son.
That means we both have to give him a chance,
and then, if necessary, another one.
Why do you make it sound uphill?
It is.
Oh, he has some of his father's traits,
but he has some traits his father wouldn't have.
So, like it or lump it, I've got to teach him
how to run this ranch.
An awful lot of families
depend upon the Hagerman payroll.
Flo- What kind of traits, Flo?
Oh, Jim, he's my step-son, not yours.
The last thing Lee said to me...
The last thing Lee said to me was, "Please help my son. "
All right, I'm trying to help, but somebody's gotta talk to me,
somebody's gotta say something.
Let's start with why everyone wanted to quit
when they knew Blaine was coming back. Why?
All right.
There was a young Mexican girl,
Carlina Flores, Raphael's daughter.
A year ago, she was riding in a car with Blaine
and there was an accident, and Carlina was killed.
At first, they were holding Blaine
on reckless driving charges,
but Lee managed to smooth things over with most people.
But he wasn't able to do so much with the Mexican community.
There were some ugly rumors
that the accident had been on purpose,
and pretty nasty threats.
So Lee sent Blaine to Europe for a long trip,
to give time for tempers to cool off.
Why would anyone think that the accident was on purpose?
Well, as you must have noticed, our prodigal likes his women.
And Carlina was also pregnant.
So now you're part of the family, Jim.
Are you having trouble, Señor Blaine?
It's a shame.
Such a fine motor car.
What are you doing here, Raphael?
Why, nothing, Señor Blaine.
We are employees. We work in your groves.
Then why aren't you working?
We are.
Carlos, show Señor Blaine how we are working.
You see?
We're grafting the young trees, like your father told us.
But first we have to cut them.
There are no young trees in this part of the grove.
Yes, you are right.
Only old trees
who cannot live in peace
because we take from them all that is theirs.
It is a selfish way, don't you think so, Señor Blaine?
I-
Anything wrong?
No. Just a little, uh, accident.
He's a lucky man with accidents.
Yeah.
Well, you've got work to do, uh,
Raphael, the west grove needs picking.
Listen, Jim, you're a busy man.
Forget about this.
We'll be happy to help Señor Blaine.
I'll take care of it.
Go on, get in the truck, Blaine.
La señora is-
La señora is lucky to have a man like you working for her.
And so is he, my friend.
Blaine,
I'll have one of the boys in the shop
get your car for you.
Thanks.
And you might ask them to sew the seat.
The upholstery got torn.
Well, I think you ought to stay out of the groves
for a while.
There's a lot of equipment working.
You might, uh, run into something accidentally.
Like some Chicanos trying to stick a knife in me?
Well, don't press your luck.
I'd stay out of the groves for a while.
You know something, Wallace?
I've been home four days,
and you've managed to get in my way most of them.
I was just trying to be helpful.
Boy Scouts are helpful.
You're trying to play king of the mountain.
Well, the king is dead,
and it's time there were some changes around here,
like around the ranch.
This has gotten to be a very, uh,
expensive operation,
and since I have to cut back on some salaries,
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to let you go.
I'm sorry, Wallace.
I think you're making a mistake, Blaine.
Uh, you stay out of this.
That's not gonna be easy, since I'm still
the business manager of this ranch.
Your father said that Jim could stay on as long as he wanted.
Now, don't you think your father's word
should be respected?
It's all right, Flo. I-
It's not all right at all.
I think it's time we cleared the air here.
I think the air is pretty clear.
Hadn't you better read the will?
This ranch belongs to me.
Your father wrote a codicil to the will after your, um,
difficulty last year.
Counting the new land gifts to the Mexican families,
and a revised share for me, you own roughly 50 percent.
That's not even a majority vote.
You didn't waste any time, did you?
It was your father's decision to change the will, not mine.
Is that why you keep him around?
A wealthy widow can afford
to make her old age more comfortable.
Jim.
There's some, uh, work schedules in the study
I'd like go over with you.
Oh, uh, Blaine?
Mr. Wells at the bank called.
He told me about your wanting to sell the ranch
for a housing development.
I told him I didn't think it was a good idea.
In case I need flying lessons, where does she keep her broom?
What are you doing here?
Your room got stuffy.
Besides, I thought you were gonna show me a good time.
I am, baby, I am.
So comb your hair and make yourself pretty.
We're going to Los Angeles, and I'm gonna show you
how the big boys win an argument.
When did you check in?
I'm a houseguest.
You know, I figured that out all by myself.
Now, don't get steamed up, honey.
I'm checking out today.
That's nice.
Blaine, I'd like to talk to you.
Come in. Please, come in.
I just ran into one of your, uh, playmates in the hall.
Now, what you do is your own business.
When you do it in this house, it's mine.
I would appreciate your finding other accommodations
for your, uh, houseguests.
I'm sorry, Flo, I thought she left last night.
Would you care for some coffee?
No, thank you.
I have breakfast waiting for me in the kitchen.
Would you care for something to, uh,
read with your breakfast?
What is it?
I'd say it's a very well-kept secret.
You see? It's marked
"Confidential: Apex Detective Service. "
Go ahead, take a look. I won't tell a soul.
It came last night. All the way from Miami Beach.
It must have cost a lot of money.
I paid a bonus, as a matter of fact.
But look at the bonus I got.
You didn't read it all.
I know what it says.
Then, uh,
let's talk business,
business manager.
A report like that
could singe a lot of pious eyebrows around here.
What do you want?
Ten thousand for your share,
and you get out.
Half an acre of this land would bring twice that
in the open market.
But this is a private, family transaction.
What if I refuse?
There's a lawyer in L.A.
who thinks I have a pretty good case on moral grounds.
You know, purple lady entices wealthy old man into marriage
to get his estate.
Blaine,
what ever happened to you?
I'll check the storeroom.
We, uh, lost a hydraulic hose off the tractor.
Any inside? I think so.
Right back there on the shelf. Good.
What are you doing?
Moving.
You mean, out of the office?
Out of town.
Flo, uh,
is something the matter?
Oh, yes, there's something the matter.
Blaine's kicking me off the ranch.
It's all part of the game of How to Hate Your Stepmother.
You know, uh,
I'm still a good listener.
Blaine hired a private detective agency
to dig up some dirt on me.
You may as well hear the straight version,
instead of the way Blaine will tell it.
Did Lee ever tell you where we met?
No.
It was in a bar on Collins Avenue
in Miami Beach, eight years ago.
He was on vacation, big citrus king from California.
You see, he got ahold of my telephone number.
It was available.
He was lonely.
We went around together for a week,
just enjoyed each other's company.
Then the time came to say goodbye.
You know what he did?
He asked me to marry him, and I grabbed the chance.
Sure, I didn't love him then,
but that's not the way it turned out.
Blaine doesn't know that.
Nobody really knows what goes on between two people, do they?
So, what did the, uh,
private detectives come up with?
Oh, what I was.
Record of arrests,
statements from, uh, heh,
former clients.
Oh, a lot of seamy little facts
that a lawyer could, uh-
Boy, they could make sound like
all the original sins of the world.
Maybe he's bluffing.
No.
No, he's willing to use anything against me in this lawsuit
to force me out-
Ha-ha. -on moral grounds.
Well, Flo, what are you gonna do? Just give up?
What choice do I have?
He's willing to smear his father's name
just to get back at me.
I can't let him do that.
Are you worried about Lee,
or about what other people will say about you?
Well, in my former profession,
well, you're supposed to acquire a pretty thick skin.
Flo,
give, um-
Give Lee's friends a chance.
They're not sitting in judgment over his grave.
As for the rest of the people, what do you care?
You don't know Blaine.
He's vicious and clever.
What can I do?
Fight it, fight him.
It won't be very pleasant
when the newspapers get hold of that report.
No, it won't.
If only I had someone on my side at the trial
who could testify about me.
Flo, I'll, uh-
I'll do anything I can to help,
but I can't go to a trial.
There'll be publicity and pictures.
That night that Paco found you hiding in the garage...
And later, those radio reports.
An escaped fugitive from Los Angeles.
Is that why you're afraid of pictures, Jim?
You never asked me before.
I've always been grateful for that.
And I won't ask now.
Forget I said anything.
Excuse me.
I was looking for some wire.
The, uh, tailpipe is loose on my car.
There's a roll of wire in the tool shed.
The mechanic always keeps it there.
Thanks.
Have you been working here long?
I've been working here all day, but I get off at 5:00.
That's early.
Well. I was getting lonesome, lover.
Yeah, I see you were.
Well, where's the wire?
Are we gonna have to listen to that muffler
bang on the ground all the way back to town?
Sorry, baby, we're not going back to town just yet.
So, uh, get out and stretch your pretty legs.
I got something to do.
Hey, you. Uh, where's Paco?
I saw him carrying wood to the garage, Señor Blaine.
We're never gonna get a party started this way.
Oh, uh, excuse me.
Are you, uh, Mexican?
All the way.
Uh, well, tell me, uh,
how do I say in Mexican, uh, "You'll be sorry"?
Or maybe it should be, uh, "Who cares?"
Señor Blaine.
Hello, Paco.
I'd like to ask you some questions.
It was an accident.
The knife slipped from my hand and cut into the seat.
You don't like me very much, do you, Paco?
You are Señor Amo's son,
and I must show respect and obedience.
Very good, Paco.
And I will expect your obedience in answering my questions.
Um, tell me about Mr. Wallace,
when he first came to the ranch.
I know nothing, señor.
Well, didn't you find him hiding here in the garage?
I-I don't remember.
Why was he hiding, Paco?
Hm, why?
You know what this is, Paco?
Sí, señor. It is for cracking nuts.
You know, when I was in Hong Kong last month,
I saw something very much like this.
Only it was called a thumbscrew.
Have you ever heard of one?
Hm?
Well, it works,
uh, very much like this,
only...
instead of putting a walnut in,
you put in somebody's thumb.
Ahem. And then, uh,
you turn the handle.
It's very painful, Paco.
I-I came to the garage for some tools and he was here,
wounded, with a bullet in his leg.
Señor Amo said I must never tell anyone,
or Señor Wallace would get into trouble.
What kind of trouble, Paco?
Por favor, do not tell the police.
Señor Wallace is my friend.
Here, try it on all your dirty little amigos.
Operator, get me the sheriff's station.
Thank you for the, uh, pep talk, Jim,
and for the soft shoulder. I needed both.
I wish I could do more.
Well, of course, you could reconsider and stay.
Blaine might have heard more than we thought.
If he starts asking questions, then...
That's all I know, sheriff.
His name's Wallace and he had a bullet in his leg
when he came here three months ago.
Oh, just a minute, Mr. Hagerman.
We get any reports of a gunshot wound
out at the Hagerman ranch about three months ago, Bill?
No, I don't remember any.
I'll tell you what, Mr. Hagerman.
See if you can keep this Wallace fellow handy.
We'll come out and talk to him.
He'll be here. Don't worry.
We'll be there in about 20 minutes.
Thank you.
Tell Johnny to bring the car around front.
Oh, and see if you can find a couple of sacks.
Well, the lemons are ripe.
I'll get my clothes together and be on my way.
Well, at least stay the night.
You worked hard all day, you need rest.
I'll be all right.
What are you gonna do, Flo?
I plan to live on this ranch a long time, Jim,
if that's what you mean. Wait a minute.
Lee always insisted on adding a bonus to the paycheck
when a good man left.
So take this.
Don't give me argument.
Thanks, Flo.
You better go now before Blaine comes poking around.
That's no way to talk about your devoted stepson, Flo.
Going someplace, Wallace?
The tractor needs some parts.
Jim was just going to town to get them.
This late? It's almost 5.
The store is open until 9.
Oh, that's right.
I forgot.
Uh, Wallace,
I'd like to talk to you.
It won't take long.
Sure. What did you have in mind?
Uh, I've been thinking things over.
Uh, I made a mistake.
You are a good man to have around.
How would you like to take over as permanent foreman?
Uh, well, I appreciate the offer.
Then, uh, maybe we could discuss
those schedules that you mentioned.
Well, sure, uh-
But I, uh, would like to get into town
and get those tractor parts.
Oh, the tractor's not that important.
It could wait.
Uh, I would really rather discuss those schedules now,
unless, of course,
you have something more important to do, then...
No, nothing more important.
Good.
Uh, no, thank you.
Flo? No, thank you.
What are you trying to do, Blaine?
What if he doesn't want the job?
That's a little strange coming from you, Flo.
You've been his most loyal booster.
And rightly so.
Wallace,
you, uh,
give me the impression
that you're the kind of man who thrives on responsibility.
Now, I need somebody around here like that.
I need somebody who can, uh,
keep the workers in line.
Papa?
Yes, Paco?
I think I have done something very bad.
Mm-hm?
I told Señor Blaine about finding Señor Wallace
in the garage that night.
Why, Paco?
He made me.
He touched you?
No, but I think he was going to hurt me.
But I asked him not to tell the police,
like we promised Señor Amo.
When did you do this?
When I was putting the walnuts in the garage.
You are right, Paco.
It is very bad what you have done.
Paco,
where is Señor Wallace?
In the house with la señora.
Quick, tell him the police are coming.
Pronto!
Come on, stop it.
Come on, how about a little kiss?
Come on, come on.
Señor Wallace.
Where is Señor Wallace? What are you doing here?
The police, señor. Get out of here.
The police are coming!
Blaine, Blaine.
Jim, go through the grove, hurry!
Blaine.
Blaine, what are you doing?
No, don't you- Don't do that!
Maybe we'll see you around again sometime, huh?
Yeah.
Uh, if you guys are going into town, uh,
maybe you got room up front for a live one, huh?
There's not a sign of him anywhere.
Well, we'd better get out a bulletin on him.
Well, maybe Johnny made out better than I did.
He took that Raphael Flores fellow into town.
You keep checking the grounds, and he'll be back to pick us up.
Sheriff, Raphael Flores was on this ranch
when my husband first came here.
He's not a criminal.
Well, he'll get a fair trial, Mrs. Hagerman.
Oh, uh, if that Wallace fellow shows up again,
you call me, all right?
Yes.
Yes, I'll do that.
Please, come in, all of you,
and let me make you some coffee.
This is your home too.
Death brings with it a jolting shock of reality.
No man can live or die in this world
without in some way affecting the lives of others.
Richard Kimble flees the aftermath of tragedy.
A tragedy of which he was not the maker,
but of which he will share the guilt.
This is the burden of a fugitive.