Next: The Fugitive, in color.
All right, Dr. Richard Kimble, get on your feet.
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:
John Larch,
Joseph Campanella,
Beau Bridges.
Tonight's episode:
NARRATOR: A stranger in a small California town.
A hunt for safety. The fate of a fugitive on the move.
But for Richard Kimble there can be no safety.
Only danger.
Hey, I wanna talk to you.
Lots of work piling up.
Thank you.
- Well, hello, sheriff. - Hello.
You know, we're pretty proud of this young man.
Getting to be a real pro.
Take over, Larry. Let me get at that paperwork.
Right.
I called you, Larry. Now, why didn't you come to the phone?
I was busy.
Had lots of deliveries. Didn't I, Jim?
Yes.
You mean to tell me he was that busy,
he couldn't even come to the phone?
Well, it was pretty hectic.
Okay, okay.
I was worried.
Kid isn't home for three days, a man gets worried.
Why don't you leave me alone, Dad? I'm not a kid anymore.
I know. I offered you a job as a deputy, didn't I?
- Could've been a big future for you. - I don't wanna be a cop.
You got something against cops?
Everything I say, you twist it.
- I got you other offers, other jobs. - Yeah, and I appreciate that.
Where you been staying nights?
- Around. - Around where?
With Jim there. He's been putting me up.
He is, huh?
You're new around here, aren't you?
Yes.
- Ben Corby's my name. - Jim Parker.
Where you from?
Illinois.
My father, the cop.
- Where are you staying? - At 1016 North Maple.
Ten-sixteen North Maple. What's that, a hotel?
It's a boarding house.
- Mrs. Blake. - Hmm.
I'll tell you what, Parker.
I'd appreciate it if you didn't put him up anymore.
He's got a home with me.
- You still on the early shift? - Yeah.
Well, you're coming home tonight.
What for, Dad? So that you can nag at me,
show me how I fouled up?
I'm off duty. I thought maybe we'd have supper at the steakhouse.
I can't.
- When will you be home? - Later.
I'll see you, kid.
Why'd you lie to him about staying with me?
You don't get jail for that.
Well, sooner or later, he's gonna find out.
Oh, just once, I'd like to bust wide open.
Stand right up to him and spit in his eye.
Well, I'd appreciate it if you kept me out of it.
Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.
Oh, Mr. Parker, is Larry here?
- He's in the backroom. - Thanks.
Larry?
- Oh, hi, baby. How are you? - Okay.
- Hey, did you get the tickets? - Mm-hm.
The 11:00 flight. Is everything all right?
As right as sunset and clouds.
You know, there isn't much left of that money we saved.
Will you stop worrying now, please?
Everything's gonna be just fine.
- What about your father? - Now, we're gonna lose him.
No more towing the mark, no more crowding.
Just you and me.
Okay, Larry.
- Are you all packed? - Mm-hm.
Okay. Come on.
Don't worry. It's gonna be just fine.
Now button all your buttons.
And keep the light shining. And I'm gonna pick you up about 9:30.
Okay.
Looks serious.
We're getting married tomorrow.
But tonight your father's expecting you home.
He's gonna have a long wait.
- Hello? - Jim Parker, please.
Oh, he isn't in. Is there any message?
Yeah, this is Sheriff Ben Corby.
Well, he must still be at the liquor store.
He started late today.
- That's at Pacific and-- - Thanks, Mrs. Blake.
I know where it is.
Well, Jim, how's it going?
- Fine. - Good.
Another week on the job, and you'll think you've been here all your life.
Well, you finish this up, then we'll get out of here, huh?
Hey.
Operator, get me the sheriff's office.
Please hurry.
- What's going on? - The man in that car.
- He just held up my store. - Here, I'll get him.
Larry?
- Why did you do it? Why? - You're hurting me.
Okay.
Okay, we’ll get you fixed up.
Okay.
Hold on. We'll be at the hospital in a few minutes.
No, Dad.
- It's the only thing to do. - No, just take me home.
I don't wanna go to jail.
You want me to cover for you?
They got the money. Nobody was hurt. My gun wasn't even loaded.
But you stole a car. Made the attempt.
I had to do it. I was in a jam.
You didn't have to do this.
Please don't be a cop now.
I never asked you to do anything before.
Please help me.
Anything wrong?
You always make a habit of leaving the latch off?
No, it's always closed.
This time somebody left it open.
Look, I own this place, remember?
You just work here, don't you, Mr. Parker?
- That's right. - How long?
- Um... A week. - Look, he's the guy who was held up.
- Where are you from? - Centralia, Illinois.
- Got any identification? - Yeah, sure.
What brought you so far from home?
I don't know. I guess I just sort of liked the way the place looked.
You travel 2,000 miles, no friends,
and all of a sudden, this town sparks you?
I'd like to question you further at the sheriff's office, Mr. Parker.
Well, I told you all I know.
Okay, get them classified and on the wire.
AII right, sit down, Parker.
You don't look very comfortable, Mr. Parker.
Anyone ever Look comfortable in here?
If they've got nothing to hide.
Ever been in one of these place before?
No.
And you've never been in this town before?
I told you that.
Kind of convenient, your being on the job just in time for the robbery.
- Who pulled the job, Parker? - I don't know.
You handed him the money. You had a good Look at him.
I couldn’t recognize him. He had a ski mask pulled down over his face.
That back door was Left open.
I don't know anything about it.
Nobody ever hit that Liquor store before.
Not till you got on the job. Now, who was in on it with you?
Whoever it was alone.
I don't know who it was.
We’ll soon find out.
Get me the sheriff.
Hello?
This is Banner, sheriff. The owner of that Liquor store
told me you took out after the man who held it up.
Yeah, but I lost him.
That's too bad. But we've got a suspect anyhow.
- Who? - Jim Parker, a clerk at the store.
- Did you get anything out of him? - Not yet.
Well, what did he say?
He admits nothing.
But I've got a hunch he was in on it, or he knows who did it.
What makes you think that?
Circumstances. The way he acts.
Does he have an attorney?
I told him he could have one, but he isn't calling anybody.
Oh. Well, don't push him too far, or we’ll blow whatever case we got.
Remember the new court decisions, now.
I'll be down in a little while.
Well, it's all over, kid. They picked up your buddy.
- What buddy? - Parker.
Just picked him up.
No, it was just me, Dad.
He had nothing to do with it.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Well, maybe he recognized you.
- He couldn’t have. - Well, he had a good Look.
Not through that mask.
What do I do about him? Banner thinks he's building a case.
Get him off the hook, Dad.
Not that simple, kid.
No, you gotta do that.
Hey, Larry, it's okay.
Boy, you're burning up.
You need some of those drugs, wonder drugs.
No, no. Don't take me to the hospital. Please.
I can get some of that stuff over at the office.
We got some things. First-aid things.
Don't worry, Larry.
No doctors. No hospital. Nobody will know.
Gotta get over to the office.
Get that stuff.
Find out what's going on over there.
Okay?
Thanks.
What did he Look Like? Young? Old? Middle-aged?
Young. Well, he moved Like he was young.
Did he have anything to identify him by?
Dark clothes and that ski mask.
Could you see anything through it?
Nothing.
You're absolutely sure you can't give us any sort of a description?
I'm certain.
- I think he's telling the truth. - He could’ve been the inside man.
No, he'd be crazy to set himself up Like that.
Let him go. We can't hold him any longer without charging him.
Tell him to stay close in case we make a pickup.
Let's go. You're being released.
Oh, there you are. There's a phone call for you.
I got an awful headache. I thought maybe I'd try and find something for it.
Thanks.
Put it on three, will you?
- Hello? - Hi, Dad. It's me, Larry.
What is it?
You gotta get me a doctor. I'm hurting awful bad.
I'll be right there.
- Oh, I'll... I'll be back later. - Fine, sheriff.
- Hope your headache's better. - Thanks.
Hey, Harry, take a Look at this.
We had him right in our hands.
- Who? - Kimble. Dr. Richard Kimble.
Well, what was the big hurry in letting him go?
You'll have to ask somebody else.
BANNER: Sheriff.
Fifteen minutes, and we'd have had him for keeps.
AII right. Stake out the railroad and bus depots.
Set up a roadblock. Put out an all-points on him.
- He hasn't had time to get out. - Right.
Oh, Harry, Look, take over, will you?
I don't know why, I just don't feel good.
- I'll probably see you in the morning. - Sure.
Allright, take it easy.
Allright, Dr. Richard Kimble, get on your feet.
Come on, get your hands up.
Get in the car. Get in the car.
Now, listen to me, doctor,
one phony move out of you, and you're dead.
Yes, I'd Like to report a disturbance.
Larry.
Let's get him on the couch.
- Huh. - It's all right.
- What are you doing here? - Larry, he's gonna help you.
- No, I need a doctor. - No, he's a doctor.
- Well, he works at the store. - Your father's right. I'm a doctor.
Larry. Larry, he can help you.
It's not too bad, is it?
It's bad.
He needs to go to a hospital.
No.
No hospital.
No outside doctors.
You're gonna pull him through.
First of all, that bullet has to come out.
- And he needs antibiotics. - AII right. Here
Antiseptic.
Bandages. AII that kind of stuff.
I want you to get the bullet out.
If I could get the bullet out, there'd still be internal damage.
Don't stall.
Take him in, sheriff.
I'll take you in first.
- He's not going to jail. - Would you rather see him dead?
Just tell me if you can help him. The truth.
I don't know. It's a tough job.
If you save him, Kimble, I'll let you go free.
I'd need instruments and drugs.
AII right.
I'll get that bullet out myself.
I don't know how, but I'll do it.
Is that the way you want it?
No.
I heard him come in about an hour ago,
so I know he was here.
- You didn't hear him leave? - I fell asleep.
TV blasting and all.
Did he have any friends, any visitors?
No, he kept pretty much to himself.
AII right, thanks, Mrs. Blake.
Well, we better tighten the roadblocks. He must be making a run for it.
- How's he doing? - His pulse and respiration are fair.
He's lucky he's passed out.
- Why is it taking so Long? - I'll have it in a minute.
He's gonna have to be watched carefully.
He's a strong kid. He'll pull through.
Should be coming to pretty soon.
Larry was always a good healer.
- I remember, once, he cut his arm. - This is different.
What do you mean? What are you trying to tell me?
That just taking the bullet out doesn't change things.
He's still a sick boy.
Then we wait.
- What about me? - You’ll wait too.
Allright, I'll say it again.
- He needs a hospital. - No. No hospital.
And you're not going anywhere.
Not until I'm sure he's perfectly all right.
Is Larry home?
It's almost 3 in the morning, you know that?
Well, I tried to call, but nobody answered.
- I was worried. - What about?
What have you and Larry been up to?
- Nothing. - You sure?
Well, we had a date.
He didn't show up.
You sure it was a date and nothing else?
Please tell me where he is, Mr. Corby.
Where is he?
- That's him. - Some other time. It's Late.
- There's something wrong. - There's nothing wrong. Leave.
Look, I belong with him. We're getting married tomorrow.
Larry.
What happened?
I'll tell you what happened. You made him steal for you.
- You turned him into a filthy criminal. - What?
He held up a Liquor store and got shot. If he dies, it's your fault.
- No, she had nothing to do with it. - She had everything to do with it.
No, Mr. Corby, you're the one to blame.
Nobody, nothing was good enough for your son.
But then he found something I guess he really wanted.
Only he was too scared to come and talk to you about it.
- You don't know what you're saying. - He had to get away from you.
I wanted what was right for him.
Well, I guess it didn't work out right, did it?
Two kids without a penny.
What do you think would’ve happened if you'd run off and got married?
I don't know, but maybe it was up to us to find out.
Kimble.
You're not going anywhere.
Not till Larry's all right.
There's nothing more I can do for him.
- That's what you say. - It's the truth.
Maybe.
We made a deal, sheriff.
You can't get out of this town, Kimble. Not tonight.
I can try if you’ll let me go.
What I found out about you isn't private information.
It came over the teletype.
All the railroads and bus stops are staked out.
The roads are blocked.
You're boxed in.
There's only one safe place for you. That's right here.
- Sorry to bring you in, Mr. Cooney. - That's all right.
We found out that Parker is a fugitive wanted for murder.
- Parker? - Did he have any friends at all?
No, not that I know of.
- Did he talk to anybody? - Just Larry.
Seemed kind of chummy with him.
Sheriff Corby's boy?
Nobody else?
He'd only been on the job a week.
And you've had no connection with him before?
No, I never saw him before he started to work for me.
AII right, Mr. Cooney. That'll be all. Thank you.
- The sheriff's boy and Kimble, huh? - They just worked together.
Maybe I'd better talk to him. Get me the sheriff's house.
His fever's up.
Please, Mr. Corby, you've got to get him to a hospital.
He’ll be all right.
How do you know that?
Oh, how can you take that kind of a chance?
- Hello? - This is Harry, sheriff.
I hope I didn't get you up.
But the only link we've got to Kimble is your son, Larry. Can l talk to him?
Well, he isn't here, Harry.
Well, do you have any idea where he could be reached?
- No, none at all. - Well, maybe you can help, sheriff.
Would you know of a mutual friend that Larry and Kimble might've had?
Well, what are you getting at, Harry?
The whole town's covered. Kimble’s socked in somewhere.
Your son might be of some help.
Well, when he comes in, I'll ask him.
Anything?
Blank.
Come on.
- Something missing? - It sure looks that way.
- What's up? - I don't know yet.
Let's check the inventory.
Two pairs of surgical scissors.
How Long till we know? I mean, one way or the other.
No way of telling.
No water for him right now.
It's gonna be all right, baby.
Oh, it's hot.
Feels Like somebody hit me with a spike down there.
- What are you doing? - It's all right.
He's a doctor. He's gonna pull Larry through.
You?
I'm a doctor.
Well, then you've gotta get him to a hospital.
He can't.
Larry will go to jail.
I don't care where he goes.
I just don't want him to die.
- I'm gonna call a hospital. - Now, wait a minute.
- We're doing all we can. - No, Leave her alone, Dad.
You do what she says.
Larry, her way means spending years in a penitentiary.
Whatever she wants, you do it.
She's got no right.
All the right in the world.
She's carrying my baby.
No.
No, it's not true. It's just not true.
It's true.
Don't you remember, Dad?
I told you I wanted to marry her.
And you thought that was funny.
You laughed, said I was just a kid who didn't know what I was doing.
Well, I had to do it. I needed the money.
I'm gonna tell you why I had to do it. You know why, dad?
Because she wanted to lose the baby.
Because she was afraid of what you'd do to me, to both of us.
All I wanted to do was just get some money
and marry her and take care of my baby.
You didn't have to steal.
No, but you could’ve listened. Could’ve helped me.
Are you saying it's my fault?
I don't know.
Get me some bandages.
He's still in a coma.
He’ll come out of it.
You learn that in your first-aid class?
I've seen them shot up worse and pull through.
He's your son. If you care about him, get him to a hospital.
Your career, your reputation, is that what you're worried about?
- Your son is dying. - No.
He's dying. And if he dies,
you're gonna have to live with the fact that you could’ve saved him.
Give me the county hospital.
I have a very sick boy here.
I want an ambulance sent out at once.
This is Sheriff Ben Corby.
409 Denver Street, Ocean Grove.
Hurry, please. It's an emergency.
Our bargain, sheriff. You were going to Let me go.
Just stay here till the ambulance arrives.
I'll get you out, I promise.
How much Longer?
Oh, about ten minutes.
- It's okay, deputy. - Oh, it's you, sheriff. Sorry.
Anything come in on that Liquor-store holdup?
Nothing.
There was a call a Little after midnight, something about a street fight.
Yeah, but we sent Car 6 over there, and they couldn’t find anything.
Where was it?
1016 Maple.
The man who called here, his name is Sears.
Must've been somebody from Mrs. Blake’s rooming house.
Get this Mr. Sears in. I wanna talk to him.
You were speeding. Twenty miles over the limit.
Oh, that's all right, officer. I'm Sheriff Ben Corby, Ocean Grove Station.
Your identification, please.
Sure.
- I must've Left it at home. - That's kind of inconvenient, isn't it?
Well, Look, here's my car registration.
Now, how do I know you didn't steal the car?
I tell you, I'm Sheriff Ben Corby. I'm on my way to the hospital.
My boy is very sick.
- He's telling the truth, officer. - Get out.
Open up the trunk.
Now, Look, things happened so fast with my boy,
I just didn't have time to pick up my identifications.
Well, come on. Come on. Open it up.
Hello, sheriff. What's up?
Well, I forgot all my identifications,
and this officer doesn't seem to wanna take my word I'm whom I say.
Well, this is Sheriff Ben Corby. I'll vouch for him.
I'm sorry, sheriff.
I guess, in a way, this is kind of Late,
but believe me, I'm sorry about a lot of things.
Yeah, we're all sorry.
You really love him.
Yes, I do.
Maybe, for a Little while,
I can take Larry's place.
I mean, you know, see you through the baby and all.
I don't know. Maybe.
- You all right? - Yeah.
I don't know if you're guilty or not.
Just beat it.
Come.
Sorry it happened this way.
Oh, well, they flipped a coin, and it fell at my door.
I'm just glad my boy's all right.
Who doctored him, sheriff?
Hospital said it was a professional job.
Only a doctor could’ve performed that surgery.
It was Kimble, wasn't it?
Harry, I'm guilty of harboring a fugitive.
Now, what's the difference whether there was one or two of them?
My resignation's already in.
I'll face whatever charges I have to.
For some people, like Larry,
there is justice tempered with mercy:
a sentence of five years, suspended.
For Richard Kimble, there is no understanding judge.
He must find his own justice.