All language subtitles for The Fugitive - 1X19 - Search In A Windy City

Dr. Richard Kimble.

death row, state prison.

Richard Kimble is innocent.

Proved guilty, what
Richard Kimble could not prove

was that moments before
discovering

his murdered wife's body,

he saw a one-armed man running
from the vicinity of his home.

Richard Kimble ponders his fate
as he looks at the world

for the last time...

and sees only darkness.

But in that darkness
fate moves its huge hand.

The Fugitive.

A QM production.

Starring David Janssen
as the fugitive.

Pat Hingle,

Nan Martin.

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Gerard.

"Search in a Windy City."

Chicago.

Richard Kimble has come
a thousand miles on hope

and the slimmest of clues

in his hunt
for the one-armed man.

But ten days have passed,

and now hope
has turned to despair.

For in a city of millions,

how does a fugitive
go about finding a phantom?

You say you've been
looking for him everywhere

and haven't found him.

I'm gonna tell you
why you haven't.

Because he doesn't exist.

How long are you gonna keep
on hoping when there is no hope?

There's only one path
to true salvation, my friend.

Now wait. Wait--
Just listen to me.

I can save you.

I have proof. Absolute,
incontrovertible proof.

Yeah?

Mike Decker?

Yeah.

Now, this has to be
in confidence.

It's about a man you once
defended in your column.

Who is this?

About a year ago,
during the trial,

you wrote that you thought
Richard Kimble was innocent.

Who is it?
What about Kimble?

Listen to me.

I do believe
in Kimble's innocence.

Now, you said you had something
to tell me in confidence.

Okay, I'm listening.

He's in Chicago.

He thinks
the real killer might be...

here.

Somewhere in town.

Hey.

Hey. This is Kimble, isn't it?

Now, listen to me.

You can trust me, Kimble.

You hear?

I wanna help you.

I'll be able to leave
the office in an hour.

You meet me at my apartment.

The Chalfonte. It's over on--

No, not your place.

Okay. Uh... any place you say.
You just name it.

South Bailey...

and Tenth.

There's a theater.

Be out in front, 9:00.

Okay. I'll be there.

In the deadly game
of hide and seek,

Richard Kimble has only
one rule for survival:

be suspicious of everyone.

Is it coincidence
that three strangers

should suddenly appear

at the place of
his rendezvous with Decker?

Or are they just strangers?

Richard Kimble's rule
for survival:

be suspicious of everyone.

But sometimes strangers
are only what they seem.

And now the imagined threat
is gone.

And with it, Mike Decker.

Yeah?

Decker?

Yeah?

Are you alone?

Sure. Come on up.

I waited for you.

I know. I saw you.

There were some people
hanging around.

I thought it was a setup.

Thought maybe you'd said
something to the police.

I told you I wanted to help.

Well, when you've been
on the run from the law,

you learn to be suspicious.

Okay.

Let's go upstairs
and talk.

See, I, uh...

I found this girl
in Omaha.

She said the man that
beat her up had one arm.

She said that he warned her
that if she went to the police,

the same thing
would happen to her

that happened
to that Kimble woman.

Well, everything
about him added up,

so I started
looking for him.

What made you come here?

I found out he'd bought
a ticket for Chicago.

And you wasted ten good days
looking for him by yourself.

I guess
I could have called the FBI.

You should have called me.

Mr. Decker, what makes
you think I'm innocent?

Three of your jurors
held out six days for acquittal.

They thought you were innocent.
Why shouldn't I?

Here,

take a look
at this.

This is the Kimble case.

An exhaustive study
of the evidence, okay?

Okay.
This is a newspaper sketch

of the one-armed man

from the description
you gave them.

Now, think hard,
Kimble.

Is there anything else
you can add to that?

He was about 40 or 45,

dark-haired,

right arm missing.

I was driving back home
after an argument with my wife.

I saw him suddenly
running from my house.

He acted scared.

He darted into the street.
I had to swerve.

The headlights picked him up
only for a second.

Well, there's
nothing more I can remember.

I'll know him
if I see him.

Okay, let's see
what we can do with this.

I'll have some copies made up,
get 'em spread around town.

If he finds out, won't that
scare him into running?

Well, we don't know
for sure he's still here.

Main thing is,
if he is,

it can turn up
a fresh lead on him.

It can tell the police
I'm in town too.

No, not if
it comes from me.

They know all about the articles
I've written defending you.

I'll see my editor
first thing in the morning.

Ah, you better get yourself
some shuteye.

Decker...

while you're at it, uh,

maybe we ought to talk
about this, huh?

Maybe we had better have
an understanding, Dr. Kimble.

I'm willing to go all out
to help you.

Money, contacts,
influence.

Now, you know
I can deliver

or you wouldn't have come to me
in the first place.

But I'm a temperamental guy,
doctor.

If we're gonna play
on the same team,

I call the signals,

I carry the ball,
and that's the way it is.

What if I don't like
the signals you call?

There's the door.

I won't blow the whistle.
But then what?

Look at yourself, man.
You've had it.

What do you think
your chances are without me?

In the parlance
of your profession, doctor:

prognosis negative.

And,

yeah,

I have a selfish reason

for wanting
to find the one-armed man.

I need a big story
right now,

and this could win me
a Pulitzer.

Okay.

I'll be leaving
early in the morning.

You're safe here.

My wife's away--
She's out of town.

and I'll get rid of the maid.

You'll find pajamas, a robe
in the closet there.

Have a good sleep.

I'll see you tomorrow.

"I Found the One-Armed Man"
by Mike Decker.

Ten grand expenses
is peanuts for that story, Fred.

Oh, come on, Mike.

I don't care what you say
about him in your column,

but don't try to sell me
on Kimble's innocence.

I got an angle going that'll
break that case wide open.

The next thing I expect to hear
from you is, "Stop the presses."

Heh. No, Mike.

No, this isn't gonna work.
I'm sorry.

Fred, for ten G's
I can make it work.

Look, when a gossip columnist
starts slipping,

the first thing he prays for
is a newspaperman's miracle:

coming up
with a big story.

Well, miracles don't happen
very often, Mike,

and sometimes a guy
gets so panicky

that he'll do
something real dumb

like coming up
with a phony.

Now, don't press
the panic button.

Fred, will you please
just wait a minute?

Fred, Richard Kimble
is in town right now.

I got him. I can prove it.

You can see him for yourself
if you want to.

All right.

I'll make a deal
with you, Mike.

Five thousand expense,

in exchange for your guarantee
for a Kimble story.

I can't make a guarantee
like that, Fred.

I may not be able to find
the one-armed man.

I said a Kimble story.

Now, that yarn
would be sensational,

but just in case
it doesn't work,

there's another story that will
still sell a lot of newspapers.

Oh, yeah.

Like turning Kimble
over to the cops.

I'm not trying
to tell you what to do.

But, uh, like I say,
you do need a story.

Yep.

Oh.

Hello.

Who are you?

Eh, George Blake. A...

A friend of Mike's.

I'm just passing through town.
He invited me to stay overnight.

Oh, I'm his wife. Haven't we
met before, Mr. Blake?

Oh, I don't think so.

Uh, I'm sorry
about all the mess.

Uh, he told me you, uh,
weren't gonna be in town.

Yes, I thought I'd surprise him.

You're Dr. Richard Kimble.

Dr. Kimble, I can't believe it.
How did Mike ever find you?

He didn't, I found him.
When?

How long have you been here?
Since last night. I...

I don't want any trouble.
I'll just leave.

No, you don't have
to run away because of me.

Didn't Mike tell you?
I'm the one

who got him to write those
articles about you.

I researched
the case for him.

I believed in your innocence
from the beginning.

What are you doing in Chicago?

There's just a chance

that the man
that killed my wife is here.

And Mike says he's gonna try
to help you find him?

Yes.

What does that mean?

Hey, Kimble,

you awake?

I got good news.
The--

Oh.

Paula.

Welcome home.

What, uh...?

What'd you do,
bust out?

No.

Graduated with honors.

Congratulations.

Forgive us, doctor.
It's sort of an inside joke.

Dr. Kimble was just telling me
you're going to help him.

Yes.

It's all set.

Paper's behind you
a hundred percent.

What does that mean?

Meaning five grand,

and that's just
for openers.

My editor says
if I believe in you,

that's good enough for him.

Just like that, huh?

What if you're not able
to come up with the story?

You let me worry about that.

Don't you think
Dr. Kimble's entitled

to some kind of guarantee?

Well, what would you suggest?
The Boy Scout oath,

a pact signed in blood? What?

Your word's good enough
for me, Mike.

You got it, pal.

The main thing, Cogen,
is the time element.

I want fast action
on this.

Now, this...

is incentive dough.

You get me a lead on him,

worth another C-note.

You finger him,

you've found yourself a grand.
Okay?

You know me, Decker.

Just keep that grand handy.

The way Decker's
been throwing cheer around,

I thought you might wanna
know about it, sarge.

Looks like he's still harping
on the Kimble case.

No sale, Wimpy.
There's nothing here for us.

Wait a minute.
I thought we had a deal.

I said any information
we could use.

This isn't a police matter.

If Decker wants
to throw his dough away,

that's his business.
Sarge,

how about a little carfare money
at least?

There you are, Wimpy.
Thanks.

Say, Al, don't we have a warrant
from the Kimble case?

Yeah, on Kimble.

No, I mean, it seems to me

there was some kind of
a request for information

on this one-armed-man deal,

about a year or so ago?

I don't remember.
Take a look.

Yeah, here it is.

From a guy named Gerard.

Soup's on.

Oh, thank you very much. I--

I don't think
I'm very hungry.

I know,
it's the waiting.

Mike's doing everything he can.

You trust him, don't you?

I have to.

When we first met, I got
the impression that you didn't.

That was a-- I guess that was
a pretty rotten thing to say.

No, it's true.

At least, it was true.
I didn't trust him.

Not like
I once did.

You know what I called Mike
when we were first married?

Sir Galahad.

Pure of heart, noble of mind,
champion of the downtrodden.

Think there's still people
like that in the world, doctor?

I suppose so.

I used to think so.

Mike isn't one of them.

He's done some pretty awful
things to his friends,

to me.

I swallowed it
for a while. Then I--

I started taking refuge
in that other world.

Didn't Mike tell you where
I've been the last three months?

He just said
you were out of town.

Oh, I was.

Most charming resort,

dedicated to the proposition

that all alcoholics
can be cured.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Oh, it's all right.
Doesn't bother me anymore.

They made me realize
that if I want Mike,

I have to accept him...

the way he is.

Love, honor, cherish.

Close my eyes to the cheating
and the double-cross.

Mrs. Decker, uh...

are you trying to tell me
that I can't trust Mike?

That his handshake and his word,
they don't mean anything?

No, you don't understand.

Mike's a louse
about a lot of things.

But there's one thing
he's kind of a fanatic about,

his word.

"Thou shalt not give
thy word in vain."

Mike stakes his life on that.

You can too.

Okay.

You know, he's pretty lucky
to have a wife

that accepts him
on his own terms.

He doesn't think he's so lucky.
He knows I don't like him.

What he doesn't know
is I love him.

Ooh, talk about
hearts and flowers.

I came in here to cheer you up.
You have.

So much so I think
I'll have some of that.

I'm a little hungry. Heh.

Sergeant De Santis?
Yes.

I'm Lieutenant Gerard.
Oh, how are you, lieutenant?

I wasn't expecting you
until tomorrow.

I managed to get away
earlier.

Now, what about
this one-armed man, sergeant?

Well, like I told you
on the phone,

this is about all we've got.

And Decker's been
passing these out

to informers
all over town?

That's it.
Wonder if you'd do me a favor.

I'd like a roundup of
all the most important stoolies

in your file tonight.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm supposed
to take my wife out for supper.

As a matter of fact,
I'm late now.

I'll be glad to do it tomorrow.

That might be too late.

Thing like this could have
brought Kimble to Chicago.

He might be here
right now.

Of course, if you'd rather
I talked to your captain...?

That won't be necessary,
lieutenant.

I'll be glad to help you.

Hey. Hey, Kimble.

Listen, boy, I think
we finally got us a lead.

Now, sit down, sit down.

There's this stoolie
named Cogen,

he meets up with this guy that
matches our description to a T.

And get this,
the guy lets slip

he's only been here
about a month from out west.

The guy's scrounging.
Cogen tabs him to be on the lam.

So he says he's got this deal
to pick up some easy dough

if he can find a partner.

Well, the guy's interested,
but he says he wants

to blow outta town
tomorrow.

Leave town?
Why don't you shut up?

So Cogen thinks fast,
and he says, "That's okay."

He says, "That's okay,
'cause tonight

is the right
night anyhow."

He sees this guy doesn't wanna
be pressed, you know?

He won't tell him where he lives
or anything like that.

So Cogen plays it cool, gives
the guy his telephone number

and says to call him.

He's supposed
to call Cogen, when?

Tonight, 9:00.

Ah, don't worry.
Don't worry.

Cogen says the guy's tongue
is hanging out. He'll phone.

Well, then what?

Cogen says the deal's on
and they better get together.

Then he calls us here.

By five minutes after 9,
we're gonna know

where the meeting place is.

We move in,
you put the finger on him.

Well, pal,
I come through for you?

Get your coat, Cogen.

You taking me in?
What for?

For questioning. Come on.

Now, look, I'm expecting
an important phone call.

It's a business deal. Give me
a couple of more minutes, huh?

For your kind of business?
Heh. You must be kidding.

Oh, come on, fellas,
what's a couple of minutes?

I mean, this-- This-- This call
means an awful lot to me.

Look, just about three minutes,
please. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah?

Listen, you louse, you better
talk quick and make sense.

What do you mean,
you missed him?

Listen, Cogen,
I'm not buying alibis tonight.

You better find that guy.
I'm tellin' you straight,

find him!

Cops picked Cogen up
for questioning.

He missed the call.

Don't you think you ought to try
and cheer him up, Mike?

It's been
a rough night for him.

My neck's
on the chopping block

and you want me
to cheer him up?

Well, it's not
that bad for you.

Oh, yeah?

I blow most of my expense dough
on one lousy lead.

And then my stoolie's
gotta go and blow that,

and you say,
"It's not that bad for you."

Get some more money
from Mr. Connelly.

You said he was
behind you all the way.

Paula, the five grand
is the limit.

And then only on my guarantee
that I give him a story.

What kind of a guarantee?

Guarantee of a story.
A story.

Happy ending, fine.

Sad ending,
that's just okay too.

Just as long
as I deliver a story.

A Richard Kimble story.

No. You gave him your word,
Mike. Your word.

Paula, what do you
want me to do?

Tell that guy the truth?

That I had to get down
on my knees to Connelly

and beg him for a chance
to deliver even this much?

He trusts you.

I tried.

Paula, I tried for him. I tried.

Well, isn't there still
a chance Cogen might find him?

Haven't you still got time?

I don't know. I...

Yeah, I guess I could stall
Connelly a little while longer.

But if that one-armed guy
skips town, I'm dead,

because I promised
to deliver a Kimble story

one way or the other.

"Promised"?

You even turned that
into a dirty word.

Listen to who's talking.

Now, when did you
become a saint, woman?

Well, you're not
even human anymore.

Why did Joe Bronski
blow his brains out?

Because of you.

Your double-cross.
Oh, you had to have that story.

Shut up.

That was rotten,
but this?

Oh, no.

Well, I'm gonna
tell Kimble the truth.

Paula, you so much
as open your mouth, and I'll--

You know something?

You know what, baby?

Boy, we're acting like
a couple of jerks.

This kind of talk is stupid.

It's all my fault.

Honest, I...

I don't blame you

for being so upset, Paula.

Like you said, baby...

Well, you were right.

It's been a rough night
for us all.

That's the whole trouble.

We just gotta relax.

Talk this thing out sensibly,

Not be at each other's throat.

No, Mike, please.

Please.

Here.

Aw, baby,
one little drink's

not gonna hurt you.

Oh.

I'm sorry I had
to leave you alone, pal.

A little problem
with Paula.

She's back
on the booze again.

Well, what happened?

Ah, I don't know.

Just one of those things,
I guess.

Let's talk about you.

This thing tonight was
a kick in the guts to you,

but don't worry.

Even if that one-armed man
has left town,

we're gonna find him,
I guarantee it.

Are you--?
You still with me, pal?

I think so.

Okay.

I got a hunch tomorrow's
gonna be our day.

You keep a good thought.
Okay.

Fred?

Oh, hello, Mike.
Come in.

This is Lieutenant
Philip Gerard.

This is Mike Decker.

Something I can do for you,
lieutenant?

I understand
that you've been

passing these out
around town, Mr. Decker.

I know all about you,
lieutenant.

Hope you don't mind my having
so much faith in Kimble.

Five thousand dollars' worth.

That's quite a lot of faith.

Unless, of course,
you have something

more definite to go on.

Like what?

Like maybe working directly
with Kimble on this.

Okay, lieutenant,
you got something to say to me,

you just stop beating
around the bush

and spit it out.

I'm just trying to keep you
out of a jam, Mr. Decker.

Aiding and abetting an
interstate fugitive is a felony.

Yeah?

Yes, he's right here.
Hang on a minute. Mike.

This is Decker.

Mike? Cogen.

Can you talk?

No, he, uh-- Ahem.
I'm busy right now.

You see me
in my apartment later.

What were you saying?
Oh, yes, lieu--

Oh, yes, about this, uh,

aiding and abetting
an interstate fugitive.

Well, next time I run into one,
I'll keep that in mind.

Next time may be too late
to do you any good, Mr. Decker.

Last night
I had the local police

pick up a few stoolies.

The word is that
you've got somebody

who claims he can identify
Richard Kimble's

alleged one-armed man.

Well, Mr. Decker,
there is no one-armed man.

That was just a product
of Kimble's imagination.

I think Kimble's
talked you into helping him.

Now, where is he?

Bunch of stoolies fill your ear.
You believe 'em?

You tell me where to find
Richard Kimble,

you'll not only
be in the clear,

but you'll be in
a very good position

for an exclusive story
on his capture.

That's right.

Lieutenant,

you got yourself a deal.

The minute I find out
where he is,

I'll let you know.

You think about it,
Mr. Decker.

The time has come, Mike,

for you to turn in a story.

I haven't got it yet.
Not the one I want.

I don't care which one
you turn in to me,

whether it's the capture
of the one-armed man,

if there is such an animal,

or the capture
of Richard Kimble.

I want it tonight.

Mike Decker in?
What?

Mike Decker. Is he here?
Is he in?

Come in.

Mike?

Mike?

A-are you Mrs. Decker?

Huh?
A-are you Mrs. Decker?

Yeah.

Would you give Mike
a message, please?

It's very, very important.

Would you please tell him

the guy he wants

is going to be
at the bus station.

He's leaving town in an hour.

Do you understand that?

Lady, it's very important.

W-would you mind
repeating it, please?

The man he wants,

is leaving town.

Bus station. Hour.

Yeah, in an hour.
It-- It's important.

Please remember
to tell him, huh?

Don't worry.
Don't worry.

You-- You won't forget, huh?
No.

All gone.

Paula.

Hi.
Hi.

Who just came in, Paula?

Buy you one?

No, thanks.
Who came in, Paula?

Good. That leaves
that much more for me.

Oh.

Hi.

Paula, who came in?

Nobody.

Hey, you know
what you are?

No.
You're a nice guy.

Yeah, but what
did nobody want?

Nothing.

And so am I, so are you,

and so is the little man
with the message.

What little man
with the message?

The little man with the message
who left the message.

That's what little man
with the message.

And I'm nice
and you're nice.

Yeah, what message,
Paula?

Huh?

Paula, was the message
for Mike?

Hey, what are you doing?

I wanna know
about the message, Paula.

Oh, we're gonna
play games now. Okay.

Well, let's see.

The message was...

very important.

Oh, yeah.

Was it about
the one-armed man?

Mm.

Paula,
what was the message?

Hey, what are you doing?

Come on, we're gonna
have some coffee.

No, leave me alone.
I don't want any coffee.

Let me be.

I'm trying to think.

It was something about--
I was--

I was supposed
to tell Mike

the man he wants...

The man he wants

is leaving town

in an hour.

Did the man say
where Mike could reach him?

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm.
It's my turn now.

What's black,

and white,

and, uh--?

What else did he say?

Something station.

Station.

Train station?

Bus station?

Bus? Yeah!

How'd you know?

What--?
What bus station?

Paula, where?

That bus that just left.
Where's it going?

Uh, which one?
The one that just left.

Oh, oh, that one.
Uh, Florida.

When does it make
its first stop?

Well, it-- It picks up
some more passengers

at Chicago Heights,
if that's what you--

Chicago Heights.

An escaped murderer
named Richard Kimble.

I never heard the name,
lieutenant.

No, perhaps not.

But your husband
seems to have been

taking a special
interest in him.

Oh, well, there's so many
poor people Mike tries to help.

I can't keep track of them.

He's very sincere
about helping them, you know.

Yes, I'm sure.

Uh, has your husband been home
nights these last few weeks?

Oh, yes,
he's always home at night.

We're very devoted.

Really.

Who's been occupying your den
at nights, Mrs. Decker?

The den?

Well, you see, I--

I lied to you, lieutenant.

We're not devoted.

Mike stays in the den.

Isn't it the truth
that Kimble's been living here?

No. I told you, I never--

Come on, now, Mrs. Decker.
Where is he?

I keep telling you,
I never heard the name.

All right, Mrs. Decker,
I believe you.

Um...

when's Kimble coming back?

I don't know. He just ran out.

Ticket, please.

Hey, mister, your ticket.

There was a one-armed man
aboard, what happened to him?

Oh, him. He got sick
just after we left.

He asked me to stop
and let him out.

Where?

I think it was the intersection

of Prairie and 69th Street.

He sure didn't act sick
the way he was running.

Did you see which way he went?

No.

You after him?
Yeah.

Yeah?

Mike, can you talk?

Yeah.

Where are you?

I saw him.

The man we're after,
I actually saw him.

Where?
In a bus.

He saw me and got off
before I could get to him.

Look, you wanna meet me here?
We'll go after him together.

Now, hold it.

Wait a second, pal.
Let's not blow it now.

Where are you?

I don't know exactly.
Somewhere in Chicago Heights.

Okay, you meet me
at my apartment.

We'll make our plans
from there.

No, n--
You're wasting time, Mike.

Shut up and listen.

Now, you said he saw you?

Okay, use your head.

That means he's gonna get out
of town just as fast as he can.

And I got the contacts
that'll know how and where.

All right.
Get your people started.

I'll be at your place
in about an hour.

Now, don't try to be heroes.

Let him walk in and come up
to Decker's apartment.

Just make sure
he enters the building

and goes upstairs,
you understand?

All right.
You two take the front.

You take the service door
at the back.

Okay.

All set?

Yeah.

Two at the front,
the other in the rear.

He'll have to buzz
to be let in, won't he?

That's right. This unlocks
the door in the lobby.

Fine.

I think that
takes care of everything.

You're awfully quiet, Mike.

You're working out
the story in your mind?

How's this for a title:

"I Double-Crossed
Richard Kimble,"

by Mike Decker.

No, that's really not in keeping
with your public image, is it?

Well, let's see,
how about, um:

"I Risked My Life

to Try and Save

Richard Kimble From Capture."

It's a little long, but that's
the right idea, isn't it?

You act as though
your husband

had done something
to be ashamed of, Mrs. Decker.

On the contrary,
the shameful thing

would be allowing himself to go
to prison to protect Kimble.

Maybe you think there's
something glamorous about him.

I assure you, there isn't.

Not glamorous,
lieutenant. Innocent.

Yes.

A number of women
have felt that way about him.

Purely emotional.

What about the one-armed man?

Or don't you wanna believe
Dr. Kimble actually saw him?

Oh, he probably
did see a one-armed man.

I have no doubt
he really thinks

that a man of that description
murdered his wife.

But that's only because
he can't, or won't,

differentiate between reality
and fantasy anymore.

Dr. Kimble murdered his wife,
Mrs. Decker.

Take the jury's word for it.

He's late.

Mike?

Sir Galahad.

Yeah?

Is everything all right?

Yeah, sure.

Come on up, Kimble.

No, don't!

Gerard's here!
Keep 'em here.

I'm out on bail.

So this will probably
be my last column,

at least for a while.

I'm guilty of aiding
and abetting

Richard Kimble's escape,

and under the law,
the judge must sentence me

to a minimum
of one year in prison.

Oh, Mike. Mike.

Why don't you shut up?

To say that I'm scared
is putting it mildly.

I'm scared to death,

but I think
I can make it.

Uh...

I know I can make it.

If Richard Kimble
should read this,

I want him to know,

I wish him
all the luck in the world.

You keep a good thought, pal.

Now many months a fugitive,

Richard Kimble
walks the night again,

but no longer in despair that
he is hunting only a phantom.

He has seen the one-armed man,

and it has given him hope.

Somewhere, sometime,

they will meet again.