Next: The Fugitive, in color.
Hey, someone's coming.
Jimmy.
I know you're in there.
It's Papa.
Richard Kimble,
if you're holding my son against his will, I swear I'll kill you.
No one is holding me against my will, Papa.
I'm here because I wish to be.
And I wish you to be home.
I'll talk to you later.
- You go on home and wait for me. - No, Papa.
Jimmy, I'm ordering you.
You will not defy your father.
That man in there is a killer.
I'm going to take him prisoner.
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:
Gilbert Roland,
Michael Ansara,
Tom Nardini.
Hi, there, Chico.
Would you believe that this is a customs inspection.
We've gotta know what's in the box.
In the luggage, stupid.
Maybe Chico doesn't speak English.
Any of you guys habla Espanol?
I'm a little rusty, yeah.
We got to be very careful because he might be smuggling arms to Castro.
So there's only one way to settle it.
Give me the box, Chico.
He don't hear too good, does he.
Hey, give me that.
A little out of tune.
Play us a tune, Cotton. Come on, play us a little tune.
- Beautiful. - Nice.
Wild.
Big cities breed indifference to the problems of others.
But some men cannot remain detached.
Men like Richard Kimble. And involvement can lead to danger.
Come on, break it up. Come on.
Okay, come on.
That's all.
Who invited you in?
There were only three of you. I thought you could use some help.
You're a riot.
We just wanted a look at the fiddle.
All right, come on.
Here
All right?
A couple of fresh scratches, maybe.
I wasn't looking for trouble. A neighborhood like this
you carry one of these around, it's Like sending out invitations.
You'll tell Papa Tony it wasn't my fault?
Otherwise, what they didn't do to my violin, he's gonna do to my hide.
Yeah, I'll tell him. Come on now. I'll walk you.
- Hello, Tony. - Hi, there.
How was the lesson today, Jimmy?
Fine, Papa, it went fine.
Good.
I don't wanna hear from the professor again you're falling down on practice.
You don't have it so hard you can't squeeze in two hours a day.
Yes, Papa.
Stay with it, son.
Another year or so, who knows,
maybe your own recital.
It's possible.
You read the papers all the time about kids no older than my Jimmy.
Prodigies they call them. Prodigies.
To be blessed with such a gift, it's just Like having a saint in the family.
For my son, the world.
All that is good and beautiful.
A father's dream.
Okay, boy, now let's see what kind of music you make with a broom.
Say, Tony, Mercedes wants you to stay for dinner.
She's going to have chuletas de puerco.
You Like the Moros y Cristianos, wait until you taste these.
Hey, boy.
- Papa. - What happened to you?
Papa...
Come here.
Just what I thought.
And you promised me you won't fight any more.
- I know, Papa, but-- - I know, you know.
You know better than anyone.
You won first prize in a good-citizenship contest.
It was not his fault. He couldn’t help it, Anza.
There are two sides to every street, aren't there?
Maybe the boy didn't have a chance.
He can run, can't he?
A coward runs.
Would you want that name for your own son?
Coward.
You think that's worse than the names they call him now?
Up and down the block, in every window
there's a pair of eyes, watching, waiting.
You know what they're watching for? What they're waiting for?
They want to see Anza's kid in the gutter, brawling Like an animal.
That's where they want you to be, son.
You know that.
Why do you think I buy you a violin instead of a switchblade?
Papa! What are you gonna do?
They attacked you, didn't they?
They attacked you with no provocation.
I'm calling your uncle Miguel.
The police?
Anza, they're growing up.
And in a big city, fighting is part of growing up.
I don't want to see you do this.
That street out there belongs to me.
My family walks it, same as anyone, proud as anyone.
America...
You were born here, Tony, and you take all this for granted.
Don't.
I know.
I Ivied through it.
I love this land. But the kids...
They bother me.
Today they steal hubcaps, tomorrow they come with blood on their hands.
A citizen not only have rights, he has obligations.
He ever forgets that, soon he's got nothing.
Why don't I make these deliveries now the trucks are back, isn't it?
Save the trip for Later. I got a whole batch of panatellas to finish.
You take the molds off the press and box the coronas.
Besides, I think Miguel might wannna ask you some questions.
Hi, Jimmy.
So you're having a little trouble, huh?
Not a little trouble.
I told you on the phone, they could have hurt him badly.
Jimmy's not a tourist, you know. This block belongs to him, too.
Don't you want him to belong?
- To all this? - Especially to this.
A violin’s not a friend, Jose, it's not a pet.
It's a lonely thing, a violin.
A violin doesn't shed blood.
It already has.
Now you claim these kids jumped Jimmy.
I say they jumped the violin.
Until they separate the boy from the violin,
they're gonna go right on jumping.
That's why you're here. To stop them.
Now you've gotta let Jimmy take his lumps.
Let him do the separating, boy from violin.
Once they accept him, they'll accept the difference.
He should stand and fight all the time?
- Is that it? - Of course, I'm saying fight.
For self-respect, for acceptance.
His. Theirs. Win, lose, draw, it doesn't matter.
Just so long as he's acknowledged.
By street punks, hoodlums, delinquents?
Jose, stop kidding yourself. There's an animal in everybody.
Even here in America. We each have one foot in the jungle.
A policeman’s outlook.
I want to swear out a citizen's complaint.
You heard me.
A citizen's complaint.
- You're not going to oblige me? - Mike?
My mother raised two sons, one an idiot.
Is there any doubt which is which?
Now Jimmy's word is not enough.
You're gonna need a witness.
My guess is you won't find one in this neighborhood.
Hm.
Tony, come here.
Tony, this is my brother, Miguel.
This his partner, Benton.
Tony is working for me until Salvador gets back.
He's a good man.
Honest. Reliable.
Tell them what you saw, Tony. Go on.
- Well, I-- - Okay. I already have the description.
All right, we'll round them up, maybe give them a little scare.
Let me tell you something, Jose.
I know those kids. They're not so bad. Not Like some around here.
No blades, no zip guns, no tire chains.
But you start leaning on them too hard, you can't tell which way they'll fall.
All I want is my family to be protected.
You think I'm wrong?
I think you're wrong about a lot of things. That's your privilege.
Unfortunately, somebody else may have to bear the consequences.
Miguel.
If it were my Jimmy, witnesses would be lined up ten deep.
Maybe.
But you'll never know for sure, will you?
Foster. Foster High School. I thought I recognized you.
Varsity basketball squad.
Tony Fanelli?
My name is Maxwell.
Maxwell? No kidding. And you didn't go to Foster?
Well, you're a dead ringer for him and that's a fact.
I guess I got one of those faces that everyone finds familiar.
Sorry. Thought I had run into an old friend.
Anza, Jimmy...
What about you, Tony?
You think I'm wrong, too?
I don't know.
I think you do what you have to do, that's all.
Yeah.
For me, the cane fields, tobacco plantation, now this.
I make cigars. It's as far as I can go. I know it, I accept it.
But for my boy, for my son,
I want people, even royalty to bow their heads.
You said yourself you're not sure.
We can check it fast enough.
Let's swing by the station, Look at some wanted posters.
That could take hours.
You'd rather spend the rest of the afternoon
chasing kids up and down fire escapes?
You know, if you're right about this Maxwell, he really is hot.
My fine, upstanding, self-righteous brother's got a Lot more to worry about
than a bunch of troublemaking kids. Let's go.
I saw your friends here before, Chico.
Who?
You know, the guys in the fancy suits, the cops.
They're not my friends.
No, he just calls the cops to exercise his lungs.
You shouldn’t have done that, Chico.
That was very poor judgment.
It wasn't me.
If there's one thing worse than a fink, it's a lying fink.
Get him.
Ollie! Cot! Come on. Come on.
Tony, get the Coronas out of the, uh...
- What's the matter? - He's a wanted killer, that's all.
Stop or I'll shoot!
You hit him!
Tony? What are you doing here?
- What about the kid? - Forget about the kid.
I heard one of the cops say that Tony guy's a killer.
Harv?
He's gotta be over here someplace.
Well, if he is no one's talking.
Better get help.
Then it is you they're after, huh?
How come?
Why'd they say you were a killer?
Looks pretty bad.
You know, my papa tells me to run.
I think running stinks.
What'll they do if they catch you? The police?
Nothing good.
I didn't kill anyone, Jimmy, I want you to believe that.
You're my friend, Tony.
I guess that's answer enough.
I want you to get out of here. Go on home.
I don't want the police to find you here.
No, I'm staying here.
When you come right down to it, I guess you're the only friend I got.
You know, my uncle Mike's right. You can't play stickball with a violin.
You can't go outside. They'll grab you right away.
The basement's no good either.
Hey, I got a hiding place. Nobody knows about it.
Come on, I'll show it to you.
Mercedes, put away the company china.
Tony's not coming for dinner.
I heard. It's on the radio.
The whole neighborhood's swarming with police.
They're making a house-to-house search.
He killed his wife, they say.
He did more than that.
A man that I liked, that I trusted.
We took him into our home, into our hearts.
And now he repays us by bringing us trouble from the police.
But we didn't know.
They won't believe that. It means trouble, Mercedes.
Oh, that's silly. People understand. It could happen to anybody.
It happened to us.
The Anza family.
We live in a glass house and in this house, we have harbored a murderer.
Is he practicing?
- What? - The boy.
He must practice all the time, Mercedes. We must keep after him.
Never give him an excuse to Let up.
You wish him practicing, you shouldn’t keep him running errands all afternoon.
Errands? What errands?
I sent him home an hour ago.
He didn't come home?
I had this place for a couple of years. Nobody knows about it.
Guess I know what you're thinking.
It's kid stuff.
Junk, mostly.
Papa threw it all out when he bought me the violin.
I fished it out of the trash, the stuff that wasn't busted.
Why?
I don't know.
I mean, it's not Like I'm not trying for my papa.
Because I am. I'm trying hard.
It's just that sometimes, I feel rushed.
Sometimes I can hardly get my breath.
It's as if he wants it to happen all at once.
It's kid stuff, I know it.
But I don't know how to explain it.
You already have.
Oh, no.
- What's the matter? - The violin. I forgot it.
- Where? - It's in the basement.
Papa'll kill me if anything happens to it.
He gets so mad all the time.
Is there something I can do?
Can you get me a knife?
You mean you're gonna cut it out yourself?
It doesn't seem to be in too deep.
- Can you get me a knife? - Sure.
I'll need some disinfectant and some cotton, gauze, things Like that.
Cotton, disinfectant, gauze, knife. Yeah, I got it.
I'll give you some money.
For what? I can get it out of the medicine chest.
Find out if the police are still Looking for me.
Go on.
Hey, Tony.
It's Like New Year's down there. The whole street's barricaded.
Everybody's standing around watching.
A Lot of people?
Yeah, there's a mess of squad cars on both corners.
You really got them stirred up.
Looks Like you're gonna be stuck in there for a Long time.
All right, you be careful.
Don't do anything to call attention to yourself.
Don't worry. I'll be careful.
Hey.
What did I tell you, huh?
Looks Like we hit a jackpot.
They said Kimble got hit, didn't they?
Yeah.
Well, looks Like he found himself a friend.
Right.
You know something. We got ourselves a bargain.
Got a two for one.
Let's go.
Let's face it. You guys botched it.
If I didn't know better, I'd swear you'd never seen the inside of the academy.
Nobody covering the back alley, Like you wanted Kimble to bust loose.
As far as we knew, Kimble had no idea we were coming.
He lit out even before we got there.
That he did for a fact.
What I can't help wondering is how come?
How come, Harrigan?
Kimble isn't equipped with built-in radar.
At least not according to the make I received on him.
Now, it was just you and him in that cigar store, right?
And a customer.
And the customer just left and suddenly, pow, without a word,
Kimble zips past you and out the back.
That's what you want us to believe, right?
Yes, because that's how it happened.
Okay. They sure protect their own.
What's that supposed to mean, they protect their own?
- Mike-- - No. I wanna know.
I wanna know, too.
You explain that, sergeant.
Jimmy. Where have you been?
Your father and I have been...
You thought it was Richard Kimble?
Sorry to disappoint you, sergeant.
Go to your room, young man.
Your father will deal with you Later.
- But, Mama-- - Go to your room.
Look, I know what went through your mind.
I can even sympathize with it.
You said to yourself my brother's in that store.
What if there's shooting? He could get hurt.
You committed a cop's cardinal sin, Anza.
You Let personal feelings get between you and your badge.
- That's not true! - He got away, didn't he?
Uniforms all over the street and still he got away.
- I told you. - You told me, he told me,
everybody told me. Well, I still don't buy it.
You're saying I deliberately blew it to give Kimble time to make a break.
I'm saying it could sure Look that way.
You wanna make that charge official
against me or my brother, there's the phone.
No?
Get your mouth out of here, sergeant, or I'll put my fist right through it!
People were feeding me knuckles before I'd kicked the lollipop habit.
I ain't got a tooth in my head I can call my own.
I'm not saying that your proposition is without merit,
but if it's all the same to you, I'll take a rain check, okay?
I'll bet my pension that Kimble couldn’t have wriggled through our cordon,
so he's still in the neighborhood.
And he's wounded.
So it Looks very much Like somebody's gotta be helping him.
Think about that one, folks.
Well, when he's caught, we'll have all the answers, won't we?
Catch him, Miguel.
Catch him so that lousy sergeant will know we're telling the truth.
- We'll catch him. - Miguel. If what he says is true
that somebody is helping this Kimble,
what will they do to him?
He'd be in a Lot of trouble.
Helping a wanted murderer to escape,
that's enough trouble for any man.
Right, Harv?
It'll mean one good Samaritan on his way to prison.
Neither of you knows anything you're not telling us?
You think we are hiding this murderer under the bed?
Why don't you Look and see? Go on, take a Look!
Calm down. Nobody's accusing you of anything.
Wanna take me down to the station, play the big policeman with me?
Okay, okay, forget it.
Come on, we're not earning our pay hanging around here.
How do you stand him?
He likes my cooking.
There is something I must tell you.
What?
I think Jimmy has done something very wrong.
Had any trouble?
Did you have any trouble?
Not really.
Mama caught me at the medicine chest.
Did she want to know what you were doing?
She was too sore.
Besides, we had company and she didn't have time.
She sent me to my room and ordered me to stay there.
You may end up in more trouble than I am.
What are we gonna do? We gonna sit here all day or what?
Will you relax? He'll be back.
Suppose he ditched it here on purpose.
What's the difference? He'll still be back.
- If you're wrong? - What if I'm wrong?
Nothing.
Nothing. Just a waste of time, that's all.
Look, if you've got something better to do, Cotton, you go do it.
But just remember, I'm trying to even the score up for all of us.
I'm staying.
All right.
It doesn't even Look Like a bullet.
It did once.
You gonna be okay?
I think so.
I tried to get you some food, but I didn't have a chance.
Did you get your violin?
No, not yet.
Somebody might steal it.
Let them. It'll serve them right.
You wanna know something?
The professor...
The man who teaches me,
he doesn't even eat as good as I do.
The place he lives in, it's a one-room flat. The bathroom's down the hall.
He's played in symphony orchestras in every country in the world.
My papa thinks to be a violinist is to rule the world.
You know what you get if you're not first violin?
For everyone it's not two cars and a home in the country.
I don't think your father was just concerned about the money.
I think he wants you to have respect.
For me to be better than him. That's what my papa wants.
What's wrong with him?
Just because he's ashamed of what he is, that doesn't mean I am.
There's people all over this country and they send for his cigars.
Big men. Important men.
Bankers, movie producers, even a United States senator.
Now, tell me, isn't that respect?
He's a number-one cigar maker, my papa.
And what am I?
A number-one musician?
I don't know if I ever will be.
Well, I think the point is you should try, Jimmy.
I'm a doctor.
At Least I was a doctor.
I became a doctor because my father wanted me to.
That was at about the age when I wanted to be
I think a baseball player.
But I became a doctor.
I'm not better than my father.
I just had it better.
That was his gift to me.
My gift to him was accepting it.
Why don't you go get your violin?
- You'll be okay till I get back? - Yeah.
Jose! Answer me! What are you going to do now?
Five years ago, I bought this for protection.
Protection in case you or I or our home was threatened. Now it is threatened.
But where will you go? For what purpose?
I'm going to find him.
When the entire police force cannot?
The police don't know what I know.
There are some secret places that Jimmy goes to.
He doesn't know that I am aware. It's too late for secret places.
But the gun, Jose. Why the gun?
If I capture this man no one can say we helped a murderer.
And if he has hurt my boy, I kill him.
No, Jose.
Please, I beg you. Jose!
Okay, Chico, where are you hiding him?
Where are you hiding him, Chico?
Now you tell us, you can save yourself an awful beating.
I don't know what you guys are talking about,
so you might as well just start your beating.
Chico, do you really want to take us on?
One at a time, sure.
You really think you could?
You afraid to try?
All right, Cotton, he's all yours.
- Okay, I'm up now-- - No, wait.
I think Chico’s made his point.
Jimmy.
It's okay. They wanna help.
Last man close it up.
Kid, this is some place you got here.
But what about you, mister?
Chico here says that you took some kind of a bum rap.
But he's a fan and we ain't heard it from you.
I didn't kill my wife, if that's what you wanna hear.
You'd say that even if you had.
Probably. Wouldn’t you?
Yeah.
Chico passed on you, I guess we can go along, huh?
Okay.
Now the first step I guess is to get you down to ground level.
There's a warehouse a couple of doors from here.
The cops have already gone through it with everything but a Geiger counter.
And we gotta figure out a way to get you past the barricades.
It's gonna take some doing. They got this neighborhood locked up tight.
Didn't I tell you it'd be okay?
Hey, someone's coming!
Jimmy. I know you're in there.
It's Papa.
Richard Kimble,
if you are holding my son against his will, I swear I'll kill you.
No one is holding me against my will, Papa.
I'm here because I wish to be.
And I wish you to be home.
I'll talk to you Later.
You go on home and wait for me.
No, Papa.
Jimmy, I'm ordering you.
You will not defy your father.
That man in there is a killer.
I'm going to take him prisoner.
No, Papa.
You're gonna have to wade through us all, Mr. Anza.
Who are you?
These are my friends, Papa.
You know what you're doing?
Any of you know what you are doing?
Yeah, we're doing our good deed for the day.
I don't understand. Why?
- Because he's innocent. - You don't know he's innocent.
He's right. I never killed anyone.
That may be, but society has laws.
Are they the only Laws?
A man needs help, Papa.
If I run now, I...
Can't you see?
I'll practice, Papa, because you want it.
And someday, God willing, I might be the greatest violinist in the world.
For you, I will never again run away.
- Jimmy-- - No, Papa, this is the way it is.
The way it is. Yes.
When I was your age, I was in the cane fields.
Already I was a man.
Now I-- I think you are too.
They are going to say that I helped you to escape.
Well, Let them talk.
Okay, you all know what to do.
Jimmy, no matter how many questions they ask you,
all you know is that I'm out on deliveries.
That I'll be back soon.
Understand?
Okay, all right. Go on, go on.
You never told me your religion.
If you've got one, now is the time to get in touch.
Sorry, Anza, gotta take a Look in the back.
- Is it open? - No, it's Locked.
Better open it.
All right, see what's going on.
That Looks Like my shop. Aren't you going to help?
You better open the truck.
A policeman must never trust even his own brother.
- Is that the story? - Close to it.
And what if we did have this man Kimble inside here?
This man I know to be honorable, this man I believe to be innocent.
What would you do?
You would have to put us in prison.
I don't know. At Least about Jimmy, I don't.
Maybe reform school for him, huh?
Take away his school, his music,
then when he gets out, maybe-- Maybe he'll be fit to wash dishes.
Open the door.
I said open it.
Okay, move out.
- Thanks. - I said move out. I got work to do.
Hey, Mike?
They broke your brother's window.
They say it was the same kids
who've been beating up on your nephew.
- Wanna round them up? - Fine.
What'd they do a dumb thing Like that for?
Right in front of everybody.
Everybody has a reason for what they do.
Maybe, but shouldn’t it make some sort of sense?
I suppose it does to the guy who does the dumb thing.
I'll check it out.
Harrigan said you don't even wanna press charges against those kids.
As you say, they're just kids.
Boys letting off a little steam.
You were a boy once. I remember.
Yeah, and I remember what you said before.
Oh, I talk a Lot. Can't help it. It's a chronic condition.
So is Harrigan's temper.
You should’ve heard him.
He practically accused me
of smuggling Kimble out in a squad car.
- Does he suspect? - There's nothing to suspect.
Kimble got away, that's all. Isn't that right?
- Yes, of course. - No, not ''yes, of course,''
you helped him and I just stood there and watched.
But you saw no one. He was there.
It was written in big red letters across your face.
All I had to do was turn my head.
- But you didn't. - No, I didn't.
I was in quite a spot, wasn't I?
Either betray my own brother or this badge.
You know what he said to me once?
He said, ''We all do what we have to do.''
I suppose that's what we both did.
What we all did.
A fugitive lives with many emotions: Hope, gratitude, loneliness.
But among the emotions, one stands out:
Fear.
And every day, it's imbedded a little deeper,
each step taken a little faster
as the contest continues to take its toll.