All language subtitles for The Fugitive - 2x03 - Man on a String.EN

Amy?

You shouldn't have
come over here.

Amy, a woman don't want to look
at her husband when he's...

Not like this.

Amy.

I'll call you
after the autopsy, Jake.

No question,

he was shoved
through the rail.

Yeah.

Unless he fell.

Lark Adams?

Well, he could've had
a couple of belts too many.

Someone moved the body.

He landed there.

We found him over there.

Somebody moved him.

Well, like who?

Well, all I know is

someone called him up
at the Tavern,

made a date
to meet him out here.

I got two witnesses
say it was Lucey Russell.

Well, yeah.
I mean, right is right.

Just because she had a date
don't mean that she killed him.

Well, somebody did.

Somebody was here.

Long enough to smoke
three of these.

Suppose you take a run
over there, and find out

what kind of lipstick
she uses.

Okay.

Well,
thanks for breakfast.

Thanks for everything.

You know, I, uh-

I could learn
to like you, Joe Walker.

So if you ever get tired
of digging potatoes...

Lucey, ain't you got
no sense at all?

You know what this town
thinks of you already.

And you know what I think
of this town.

Joe Walker,
George Duncan.

Mr. Walker fixed my car
for me last night.

Saved me
a long, long walk.

And he was a lot nicer about it
than most men.

A long walk from where?

The old Procter cottage.

I was walking into town.

What time? I mean,
what happened out there?

My car broke down.

Around 11:15.
Uh, a truck driver gave me, uh,

a lift to the crossroads.

George, what in the world?

We'd better go inside.

Lucey,

what time did you leave
the Golden Cage last night?

Ten forty-five.

Lark asked me to call him
at the Tavern, and I did.

And, uh, I said
I'd meet him

out by the old
Procter cottage by 11.

And then he never showed
up. And if you see him,

you can tell him
for me next time-

Lucey, he's dead.

What do you mean?

I'm sorry.

But, he can't-

He can't be dead.

He...

He was killed. Last night.

Doc says between
10:30 and midnight.

So

that leaves you only maybe
15 minutes to explain.

Leaves me?

You don't think she did it?

It ain't what I think,

it's what
Jake Mead thinks.

He's the sheriff.
I'm only the deputy.

She didn't kill anyone.

She didn't even know he was
dead. I was with her.

All right.

Then suppose you come with me
and tell it to the sheriff.

The sheriff? I-

Who else?

You're the only alibi she's got.

Come on.
Bring the bag.

Maybe it's too much, Amy.

You didn't have
to come over.

No, I wanted to help. I-

If there was anything
you had to know.

I think we know about all
we got to know.

Her callin' him last night,

askin' him to meet her
out there and all.

I don't want to get
anyone in trouble.

Why did you let him go?

Because he-

He told me it was over.

That's the only reason he-

That's why he went out
to meet her, because he-

He was gonna end it,
once and for all.

And I thought if he could just
make it plain to her,

make her understand,
and stop bothering him.

You got the whole town with you,
Amy.

Just keep
remembering that.

I'm sorry.
I'm really all right.

I just seem to cry.

Why don't you go home
and get some rest, huh?

Amy.

Ain't Jake got
no feelings at all?

George.
Now, Amy,

you've had enough trouble
already this morning.

He shouldn't have
called you in.

He didn't have to dump you
right into this mess.

He can't help it
and I-

I'd rather get it
over with.

George, I appreciate
your kindness.

Amy Adams.
Lark's wife.

Well, let's go
talk to Jake.

About what?

What's he done?

Oh, heh, nothing, Jake.

But you're wrong about Lucey.

He can prove it.
He was with her last night.

Uh, on the road.

I, uh- I saw her car.
It was stalled.

I helped to get it started.
She gave me a ride into town.

She didn't see
this fellow Lark.

She thought I was Lark.

Name?

Joe Walker.

From?

Buffalo, New York.

Business?

Well, I don't have
a job right now.

I was just, uh, you know,

passing through
looking for work.

Identification?

Oh, come on, Jake,
he's only a witness.

You saw that little lady
leaving just now?

Somebody hurt her
pretty bad.

Somebody's gonna
answer for it.

You wouldn't be smart
to get in the way.

Well, I thought you
just might like to know

that that somebody
is not Lucey Russell,

that's all.

Be havin' an inquest
in a couple of days.

If you wanna stay and testify,
it's up to you.

Oh, boy, I wouldn't say
he had his mind made up.

Isn't anyone in this town
interested in evidence?

Well, they'd have to be,

if you were to stay
and testify.

Well, you are gonna stay?

W-well, now, look, it's just
a couple of days to you.

It could mean her life.

Why, this town, they'd hang her

in a minute
and make it a holiday.

Well, you-

You wouldn't let them do that,

would you?

No, I guess not.

So Maury Wills takes a ball.

That makes it three balls
and one strike on Wills,

hitting right-handed
against Warren Spahn.

Spahnie apparently a little
upset on this ball.

He just turned his back on home
plate for a moment,

rubbing up the ball.

Hi. How about a cup of coffee?

Now, Spahnie turns around...

There might be a short wait.

I'm kind of rushed.

Spahnie goes to wind up
and delivers too high.

Ball four.

So Maury Wills
opens up the ball game

with a base on balls.

And the batter will be
Willie Davis.

The Dodgers of course,
have several weapons

at their command.

Where is everyone?

Mm, you see
how popular I am?

It's funny. Not even
the sheriff has been out,

and there's gotta be
questions he wants to ask.

He knows you're innocent.

He knows I was with you.

George called me.

He said you were going
to testify.

I, uh-

I had it written all up.

Had it notarized. It's what
they call a deposition.

You're not gonna be here?

Well, Lucey, anything I could
say is in there.

You just show them that
and they can't hurt you.

You don't know this town.

If they get the chance,
they'll rip me apart

like a bunch of wolves.

Well, I hate to run out
like this, when, you know-

Then stay.

I, uh,

can't stay.

Why not?

Joe.

Joe, you can tell me.

Can't tell you, Lucey.

Hang on to the deposition.

No balls and two strikes
to Wally Moon.

Bottom of the first inning,
no score.

Maury Wills at second,
Willie Davis at first.

Spahn, again into his stretch.
Kicks high,

comes back to the plate,
low and outside,

ball one.

One and two.

Spahn goes to the rosin bag,
taking his time.

Veteran left-hander.
Now looks in to getting time.

Wills has a pretty good lead
at second.

And Willie Davis
not being held on at first.

Still waiting now
with Spahn on the rubber

and goes to the stretch.

Spahn ready and delivers,
Moon swings,

and there goes a long drive-

Jake, this is Lucey Russell.
Is George there?

No, he's off tonight.

What?

No. I got no idea.

Has Jake put her
in jail yet?

Amy.

You don't want to go
thinkin' bad

about Lucey Russell.

How can I help it?
It isn't what I think.

It's what everybody knows.
She killed him.

But they could be so wrong.
D-don't ya see?

They could be so wrong.

I know she phoned him
at the Tavern.

Everybody was watching
and listening.

But, now, he didn't
say right out

that it was Lucey,
did he?

And Lark was always
lyin' to you.

Oh, he said it was
a business call.

Ah, you see?

Another one of his lies.

And he had no-

He had no business
yellin' at you like that,

shovin' you around.

Yeah, I saw it, Amy.
I saw it.

I saw him do it,

and I heard him,

and I heard you cry.

I was out in the Tavern kitchen
havin' a sandwich.

Yeah, and it wasn't the first
time, either. Now, was it?

He hit you plenty. Plenty
of times before. Right here.

Right here in this house.
I've heard it from just outside.

A-and- And I wanted
to make him stop it.

I'm tellin' you, when-

When I saw him slap you
out in that parking lot,

and- A-and then just

drag you out of the car.

You saw him go?
You saw him go to meet her?

I saw him,

and I almost went after him
right then, but...

I wish I had've.

Oh, how I wish
I had've instead of-

Instead of...

So you see, Amy,

that's why I-

That's why I know
they're wrong about Lucey.

She wasn't even there.

She wasn't?

Now, Amy,

believe me,
it was an accident.

Y-you see, I was mad for how
he hurt you last night,

for all those other times.

You?

It- It was an accident, Amy.

You gotta understand.

I only wanted to beat
a little decency into him.

And then he went right through
the rail. I didn't mean it.

I w-

I was only trying to help.

I only did it for you.

You fool.

You big, stupid,

clumsy fool.

So how can you
lock me up for this?

You read Joe Walker's
deposition.

Where's this Joe Walker now?

Don't ask me.

He was heading for Idaho.

You must be losin' your touch.

Now, Jake, what kind
of crack is that?

You meet a man, don't hold him
any longer than that.

Just like he was never here.

But you've got his deposition.
He wrote it.

Anybody can write
somethin' out.

He had it notarized.

Just takes a dollar
for the notary.

That don't prove it's true.

Now, look, I never
saw the man before.

Why would he do
something like that for me?

You could have paid him off.

One way or another.

All right, Jake.

I'll remember that,
next election.

Might be kind of hard to vote

where you're gonna be.

I can prove you were at the old
Procter cottage last night.

You smoked three of those,
and left the butts.

I never said I wasn't there.

I got witnesses say
you went to meet Lark.

Well, he never showed up
and I left.

After you pushed him
through the rail.

Now, why would I do
a thing like that?

Why?

If he told you he was through.

If you got sore.

Far as this town goes,
it's pretty plain.

Yeah, they're gonna have a real
field day, aren't they?

Looking down
their long, blue noses.

I ain't gonna hurt no feelings

locking you up.

You gotta lock me up?

You ain't the only one
that votes.

Been a lot of pressure
buildin' up.

Well, come on.

Any choice in the menu?

Jake.

Wh- Are you holding her?

No, she likes it here.
Must be the view.

Oh, come on. Now, look, Jake-
I can't argue it now.

Doc Phillips
is waitin'.

Gotta set up
the inquest.

Here. I'll be back
in an hour.

You.

I ought to break your
stupid little neck.

Running around the country
all night.

Why didn't you go home
after work?

You know why.

Playing games
with a guy like Lark.

You know what he was.

A cheap, rotten, no-good-

He loved me,
George.

In his own way,

out of this whole town,

he loved me.

Must be true, what they say
about fools and children.

Lucky for you Walker's gonna
stay and help clear you.

Don't give any odds.

He promised me.
I- I talked to him yesterday.

Well, that was yesterday.

Today, he's gone.

You take a gal
like that Lucey Russell,

tryin' to blind
the scales of justice.

How's that?

Oh, some kind of phony alibi.

She got some fellow
to sign it for her.

Drifter.

Come out of nowhere
and went nowhere.

Gotta get up early
to fool Jake Mead.

Jake's our sheriff.

Tossed that paper of hers
right out the window.

He's going to rule it out?

Heh. Already has.

I tell you, this inquest
is gonna be somethin'.

Doc Phillips got it
set up for tomorrow.

Huh.
Gotta get some hustling

to get back
from Batesville.

And you have to get back?

Can't get out of it.

I'm on the jury.

I'm so glad you came.

I had to talk to you. I had
to explain about last night.

The words just came out
wrong, that's all.

I was so frightened,
George, for you.

I've been worried all day.

Have you found him yet?

How'd you know
I was looking for him?

George, the whole town knows.
Have you found him?

No.

Got tracers out
all the way to Boise,

but one chance in a million,
a drifter like that.

What if he's disappeared?

You're not planning to-?

You wouldn't tell Jake
how it happened?

Amy, I can't let Lucey
take it for me.

George, would it be for you?

Isn't she the one
who really killed him?

It's her fault, George.
She destroyed his-

His life, his marriage,
his pride.

No.
Whatever you did,

she forced you
to it.

It's her fault
he treated me so badly.

It's her fault you hated him.

It's her fault.

No.

I can't do that, Amy.

I can't.

I should have known
you could never hurt anyone.

Only us.
You'd throw it all away,

everything we might have.

What?

Amy, I-
I never thought.

I've lost one man.
It's hard to lose another.

Amy. Amy.

Please, George,
it's too soon.

I gotta get back.

I'll call you later.

Hey, George.
Hey.

H-hey, man, you had me hung out
on the line to dry.

Come on, why did you take off?

I had to find work.
Yeah, but a couple more days

wouldn't make that much
difference. Sneaking out,

sneaking back
in the dark.

Well, I couldn't leave
her like that, so-

Well, then,
why did you run off?

Hey, you in some kind
of trouble?

Come on. Forget this.
You ain't talking to the badge.

As far as I know, you're all
right. I mean, you came back.

Can we leave it at that?

All right, I guess.

You know, the, uh, sheriff
threw out your deposition.

Yeah, I heard that. Why?

Well, he's got the whole town
pressuring him.

Especially Amy,
Lark's widow.

She won't settle for less
than first degree.

She has no proof.

Proof or no proof,
that makes no difference.

So I tell you,

you gotta stand up
and you gotta say your piece.

Now the inquest is set
for tomorrow morning.

Ah.

And let me tell you this:

If you even think
about skipping out again...

Well, you don't.

Man, you're the only
chance she's got.

Unless you come up
with the murderer.

With the murderer?

Somebody killed Lark.

Got any ideas?

Who's trying so hard
to blame Lucey?

Who else had a reason?

Amy?

Forget it.

Forget it.

I'll, uh-

I'll tell Lucey
you're back.

I'll say I knew him.
Intimately.

Oh, I mean-

Yeah, I know what you mean
but you're all wrong.

You see, I'm a model,
he's a photographer,

and occasionally we do a job.

Mrs. Adams,
I'm Joe Walker.

You were with George
the other day.

Uh, won't you come in?

Thank you.

Please sit down.

May I-?
May I fix one for you?

No, thank you.

I-I couldn't sleep.

I thought a nightcap might...

Well, Mrs. Adams-

Just for a moment
you looked like Lark.

It's your mouth,
I think.

Well, I'll have to get
used to that,

turning and seeing someone...

Mr. Walker,
what can I do for you?

I know you've been hurt,

but that's no reason
to try to destroy someone.

I'm not destroying her.

Well, you are pulling
pretty hard on the rope.

We have courts and judges
and juries, Mr. Walker,

if you have
anything to say.

Unfortunately, it's not
what I say. It's what you say.

Who made you the conscience
of us all? Why come to me?

Because I think we both know
she didn't do it.

Then tell me who did.
Who else had a reason?

Just going to ask you that.

Whose husband was fooling
around with Lucey Russell?

Who was one of the few people

that knew he'd be
there that night?

Mr. Walker, if I were you,
I wouldn't even suggest that.

I have a lot of friends
in this town.

You mean the sheriff.

Jake Mead and my father
grew up together.

What makes you so certain
she didn't kill him?

I was with her.

Doesn't that make
some sort of point?

That she'd pick up someone
like you, a vagrant.

She didn't pick me up.

What else and why?

We're talking maybes,
let me suggest one.

Who was with her out there
at the Procter place?

Who gave her a hand?
With the car?

With a murder she couldn't
bring off alone.

If you don't mind,
I'm tired.

I have the inquest tomorrow.

Sheriff's office.

George?

Something wrong?

He's back.
Your Mr. Walker.

Yeah, I know.

I don't want him back.
I want him to go.

But Amy-

You heard me, George.
By tomorrow morning,

you get rid of him,

or I'll go to Jake.

I'll go to Jake and I'll talk

and I'll break you in two.

Cold lemonade.
Who wants cold lemonade,

hot dogs
and hot coffee?

Good morning, son.
You want some lemonade?

Hot coffee
and sweet rolls here.

Hot coffee, right?
Yes, sir.

Lemonade. I got
ice-cold lemonade.

I got ice-cold
ice cream.

Who wants some cold ice cream
or some cold lemonade?

I got hot dogs with mustard
and relish and onions.

Who wants some ice-cold lemonade
on a hot day?

Lemonade. I got ice-cold
lemonade and I got ice cream.

I got coffee
and hot dogs.

Who wants
ice-cold lemonade?

He's still here.

Well, yeah, Amy. I-
You didn't do what I said.

Well, now, Amy, she didn't do
it. I couldn't put it on her.

If Walker doesn't say his-
I warned you. I told you.

Now, you look here,
and you let me tell you.

I sat here last night
and I couldn't sleep.

And I took a good, long look
at you.

Sometimes when you
back away,

you see a thing
a whole lot plainer.

You're hurting me.

All right, Amy. All right.
Do you want to talk to Jake?

Go ahead. Tell him.

But if you push me in,

you're in it too.

Me?
That's right.

They stand me up in court, I'm
gonna tell them the whole story.

How you tried to blame it
on Lucey and all,

because you hate her.

Because you were second choice,

after she turned him down.

Lark never loved you,
not for a minute,

and you knew it.

All right.

You want in, Amy?
Come on in.

Come on in. But you're gonna
find the water's awful hot.

Now, is your car
outside?

Don't bother.

Sheriff's office.
Deputy Duncan.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yeah, I was just leaving.
I-I'll be-

I'll be right over
in a couple of minutes.

Okay, Jake.

Well, Jake can't wait
for me to bring you over.

You ready, Lucey?

Yeah, I'm coming.

Now, you folks understand,
you're a coroner's jury.

All you gotta do
is hear the facts

and decide if there was
any criminal act

involved
in the victim's death.

And if there was, and you think
there's enough evidence

against the suspect
now being held by the sheriff,

you gotta so declare,

so that said suspect
can be properly indicted

and brought to trial.

That being understood,

we might as well
get started.

Now, I was the doctor
in attendance, so Jake,

if you'll swear me in
for the medical testimony.

Doc, will you raise
your right hand?

Do you solemnly swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth

and nothin' but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.
I guess you can tell it

in your own way.

I made some notes

so as to get it
all straight and clear.

"Lark Adams died
this past Tuesday night,

most likely sometime
between 10 and midnight."

When I say "most likely,"
I mean, that's about as close

as I can place it
by autopsy.

We can narrow the time down
by other evidence,

but that'll come later.

"Death was due to a fall

"resulting in contusions
of the cervical spinal chord

associated with the second
and third cervical vertebrae."

Excuse me.
That means a broken neck.

The question is,
was it an accident?

Excuse me.

He went through the rail
at the old Procter cottage

and that's important.

That rail's pretty well
rotted out.

You could lean against it
and maybe go through.

Only thing is, the body
was moved five, six feet

from where he fell.

And it's a plain medical fact
he didn't move himself.

Not with a broken neck
like that.

He must have died instantly.

Well, that just about finishes
my testimony.

If the jury has
any questions to ask...

Walker.

You forgetting, man?
You got a story to tell.

You try to run out
on her and I swear,

you'll eat off the county
till your belly turns.

I'll grab you first
and find a reason later.

Now, move.
They're waiting.

Before we consider
any evidence,

I'd like to advise
the young lady in custody.

Lucey,
you don't have to testify

against yourself.

That's your
constitutional right.

You don't have to admit
you killed him.

I didn't kill him, Doc.

I didn't even see him.

I was with somebody else
that night.

Have you got anybody
that can prove that, Lucey?

Joe Walker.

Anybody named Joe Walker here?

Joe Walker?

Walker?

Right here, Doc.

You just wouldn't listen,
would you?

Well, swear him in, Jake.

Do you solemnly swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothin' but the truth,
so help you God?

Yeah.
Speak up.

I do.

What's your name?

Well, you gotta know
your own name.

Maybe I can help him, Doc.
Keep quiet.

Maybe I can remind him.
Shut up! Shut up.

You don't need his name, Doc.

You don't need his testimony.

I know who killed
Lark Adams.

Who?

You gotta believe me,
Jake,

I didn't mean it.
It was an accident.

Quiet. Quiet.

This is a legal hearing.
Quiet. Quiet.

Quiet in this courtroom.
I want quiet.

This is a legal hearing.

Quiet.

Quiet, now. Quiet.

I want quiet.
Guys, have a little order here.

You big galoot.

All you had to do
was keep your mouth shut.

Manslaughter.

I ought to get out in 18 months.
That ain't so long.

You know what's the matter
with you? Your neck's too long.

You gotta learn to stop
sticking it out

for people like Amy and me.

Yeah?

Well, you take care
of yourself.

At least until I get back.

Don't worry about me.

I will if I want to.

Nothing from him?

I just hope he makes it.

Oh, he will,

if he just keeps on walking
next time.

Always new people.
Always new places.

Only one thing is constant
for Richard Kimble.

At the end,
there is always the road.

Richard Kimble is a fugitive.