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ANNOUNCER: Next:
The Fugitive, in color.

[SUITCASE THUMPS]

All right, Dr. Richard
Kimble, get on your feet.

[NARRATOR READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

NARRATOR: 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.

ANNOUNCER: The guest
stars in tonight's story:

John Larch, Joseph Campanella,

Beau Bridges.

Tonight's episode:

[ANNOUNCER READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

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.

WOMAN [OVER PHONE]: 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.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

[LARRY GROANS]

Larry?

[PANTING]

- 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.

AL: 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.

All 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 was alone.

I don't know who it was.

We'll soon find out.

Get me the sheriff.

[RINGING]

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.

Oh.

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.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[RINGING]

[RINGING CONTINUES]

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.

Oh. Uh...

I got an awful headache. I thought
maybe I'd try and find something for it.

Thanks.

Put it on three, will you?

CORBY [OVER PHONE]: 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.

All 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.

[THUMPS]

All right, take it easy.

All right, 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.

- Uhn.
- 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.
- All right. Here.

Antiseptic.

Bandages. All
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.

All 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.

All 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.

[INSTRUMENT CLANGS]

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.

All right, 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.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

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?

[GROANS]

- 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.

CORBY: I wanted
what was right for him.

ELLEN: Well, I guess it
didn't work out right, did it?

CORBY: Two kids without a penny.

What do you think would've happened
if you'd run off and got married?

ELLEN: I don't know, but
maybe it was up to us to find out.

CORBY: 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.

All 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.

[PHONE RINGING]

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 I 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.

Oh.

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.

[MUMBLING]

No water for him right now.

[MUMBLING]

It's gonna be all right, baby.

[GASPS]

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.

[SIRENS WAILING]

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.

[HORN HONKING]

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.

CORBY: Now, look, things
happened so fast with my boy,

I just didn't have time to
pick up my identifications.

Uh-huh. 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.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

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.

[SIGHS]

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.

NARRATOR: 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.