All language subtitles for The Fugitive - 2x13 - The Iron Maiden.EN

While I'm talking to you,

there's something
I wanted to ask you.

Who is Gerard?

I warned you I was observant.

You're afraid of him,
aren't you?

Afraid of who?

That man, Gerard.

He's waiting up there
like a cat at a mousehole.

What, for Parky? Why?

He's a policeman.

Why? What'd you do?

It's what they think I did.

They think I killed my wife.

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.

The guest stars
in tonight's story:

Stephen McNally,

Nan Martin,

Richard Anderson.

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.

ANNOUNCER:

Here in Southern Nevada,

man is changing
the bleak face of nature.

With his machinery,
he is carving a shaft

deep into the unremitting rock
and sand:

a missile-launching silo.

When the job is finished,
the Air Force will take over.

For now, it is a civilian crew

that tunnels
under the desert crust.

A crew of deep and abiding
loyalties.

One of its newest members,

a fugitive,

Richard Kimble.

Working now as laborer

and first-aid man.

The name he has taken: Parker.

Then the boss poke his finger
in my chest and he says:

"Listen, you black-souled,
heathen Apache.

"The government buys your beer,

so if this lady congressman
wants to snoop around... "

Thank you, Mr. Glennon.

What I'm trying to make clear is

there's not much
to see at this stage,

not much reason to go below.

I have to write a report.

I think that's
quite enough reason.

That's ridiculous.

There's nothing to see
or write about.

Miss Snell, what Jack
is trying to say is that-

Well, I think that's
fairly obvious, colonel.

He doesn't want me to go
in the shaft.

It's dangerous.

It's no place for a woman.

Oh, Mr. Glennon,

they used to say that
about Congress.

All right, we'll
take a quick look-see

and then we'll go to lunch.
Come on.

Anybody but her.

Anybody.

Send it up.

Mr. Glennon.

Joe,

get those cans outta there.

I don't wanna crowd you.

Come on in.
There's plenty of room.

Come on, Indian.
You're drawing time.

Spooky, but you get
used to it, Miss Lait.

Maybe.

I like to build up.

I hate these
oversized post holes.

You were glad
to get the contract.

I needed the money.

You oughta know.

All right. Bargain basement.

Everybody out.

We won't be down here long.

I wish I could be more like you

and not afraid of everything.

Most of the crew are
still on their lunch break.

Oh, don't- Don't stop for me.

I know you have a
"time is of the essence" clause.

Would you like me to get
some pictures, ma'am?

No, no. Not here.
Not in the shaft.

We're over 200 feet down.

Anybody up there
drops a pin on you,

it would nail you
right to the floor.

If anyone dropped
anything up there,

wouldn't that
indicate negligence?

Look, Miss Snell-

Just one or two, Jack.

It'll just take a moment.

Right over here, miss.

Now, just a little smile
to please your constituents.

Her heel.

Get a box from the tunnel.

Get the first-aid kit.

Oh, such a stupid thing to do.

Stupid.

Uh, Parker handles
our first aid.

He's good.

Well, it's not broken.

You're quite confident, doctor.

Miss Snell.

We'll have the whole Congress
laughing at me.

You'll destroy that negative,
of course.

Just one print.

For your scrapbook.

Well, she shouldn't
walk on the foot.

I'll bring a chair down.

No. Sorry, colonel.

I won't use a wheelchair.

Well, you'd better
find some crutches.

Um, could I-?

Yes, Susan, I won't
need you anymore.

You can go with him.

All right.

And I won't need you
or your camera anymore, either.

Take it away.

Here you are.

This should help.

I feel like such a fool.

Get back to work, boys, huh?

Go on. Move.

Hold the elevator.

Right.

Stop!

Look out down there!

Jack!

Jack, fire!

If it gets to the tanks...

Give me a hand here.

Let's get to the control room.

Is there another way out?

No.

All right, give me a hand.

Higher. Higher.

Get back outta here.
They're going to blow!

Dial nine.
That's the control room.

Are we safe in here?

I asked you a question,
Mr. Glennon.

I got no time to lecture

on gas overpressures.

Come on. Everything goes, boys.

Everything.

Okay, everybody against the wall

and down.

Miss Snell.

Get over to the mouth
and get that hose down. Go!

What happened?

There- There was a gasoline can

and it rolled in.

I-I tried to stop it.

Colonel, we're gonna try
to get water down the shaft.

Not with gasoline.
Use dirt and sand.

Try to smother it.

Right.

All right, get that hose
outta there.

Come on, get the hose
outta there.

It's hot.

It's too hot.

Somebody answer that phone.

Stay down.

Hey, Jack...

Emilio.

I said stay down.

That will be in my report,
of course.

Yeah, it figures.

Jack,

you figure he's got a chance?

Shut up.

Colonel.

Colonel, they don't
answer the phone.

Keep trying.

Anybody hurt?

No.

Let's get to work on this door.

Something else for your report.

Emilio was on my first crew.

I'm godfather
to one of his kids.

It's caved in.

I'll get a clamshell from town.

You line up the heavy stuff.

Right.

Cooley.

You'll clear all pictures
through me.

Yes, sir.

Two hours gone by.

It's not too late, is it?

Depends on the air supply.

Look, I know it's rough.

You must be fond of her.

I was with her for six years.

She was wonderful to me.

Interstate News
wants to buy my story.

They called you?

We were talking.

Well, someone's got to
put her down on paper.

I'll bet the money's good too.

With this business
you never can tell.

Emilio's smart, you know.

I knew a fella once,
got caught like that.

Got under an overhang. Heh.

When we dug him out
he was as good as new.

You think I'm whistling
at the moon, huh?

Well, I think every man
has to keep on hoping.

Yeah.

Alec,

take over, will you?

Well, we're doing all we can.

Perhaps you should have
started before.

Look, it was an accident.

Granted.

But isn't your function

to anticipate
any unusual circumstance?

Like Dale City, I suppose?

Hitting underground springs
halfway through the excavating.

All right, you should've
surveyed the site.

I took the government's survey.
I was working close.

The whole committee
saw it my way.

I had the extra appropriation
right in my hand...

till you knocked it out.

I was doing my job.

Do your job.

But don't turn to stone.

Don't try to be like a-

Jack.

But I don't understand it,
general.

I never cleared anything.

Yes, sir, I'll check it
and call you back.

The clamshell is here, sir.

Right, sir.

Dave Cooley reporting back, sir.

That's my CO chewing me out.

The wire services
picked up a picture.

Running it in all
the front pages in Washington.

Everywhere.

Yours?

All mine. Exclusive.
Coast to coast.

I told you to clear all pictures
with me first.

This wasn't on
the accident, sir.

No doubt about it, captain.

I'm going alone, 2:45 plane.

I'll pick up some men out there.

This time,

one way or another,

I've got him.

Gettin' hard to breathe.

There's plenty of air in here.

It's all that beer, Solly.

Well, actually, we only use
one-fourth of our lungs.

Well, it's true.

Been proven.

Uh, Jack.

Well,

nobody told you to quit.

Move the dirt off.

They're really gonna
dig us out?

Ah, 15, 20 hours.

Twenty hours?

The air gonna last that long?

That's what I thought.

That conduit,
it's outside the shaft.

It could've stood up.

Yeah, if we can get to it.

We might.

There are spaces
between that concrete.

Just possible a man might
snake his way through.

All right, I'll give it a try.

Who said you?

It's gonna be tight fit, Solly.

To your left 10, 12 feet.

Colonel Lawrence?

Yes?

I'm Lieutenant Gerard.

I believe this man was
caught below with the others.

That's right.

I can't believe it.

I've talked with him.
He seems quiet, intelligent.

Yes.

A quiet, intelligent murderer.

I'd prefer that no one knows
who he is.

Or why I'm here.

Mr. Gerard, um,

this is Miss Lait,
the congresswoman's secretary.

How do you do?

Mr. Gerard is a friend of, uh...

What's his name?

Parker.

That's right. Parker.

Colonel, what are their chances?

It doesn't look good.

I'll wait.

Hey, Jack, I think I've got it.

MAN At this point, there
is no way of knowing

how many, if any,
are still alive.

Even generous estimates
would indicate

the air supply must be
almost exhausted.

Friends of Congresswoman
Snell's in Washington

are promising
a full investigation.

Stay tuned for our next
regularly scheduled newscast

at 6:00.

Pull the cap.

I'll rig the compressor
and get the colonel.

They answered.

They heard you?

Yeah.

Lucky Jack Glennon

did it again.

You're just too mean to die.

He did it. He did it.

You need something,
Miss Snell?

Thank you. Nothing.

Do you think the headset
will go through?

It should. It's small enough.

I've been smelling it for years,

and I never knew plain old air

could smell like French perfume.

They've got it.

Hello?

Hello? Hello, can you hear me?

Glennon?

Jack. Jack.

They've got
their microphone down.

The colonel wants to speak
to the lady.

This is for your throat.

And put this in your ear.

Thank you.

Hello?

Congresswoman Snell speaking.

This is Colonel Lawrence.

Are you all right?

Quite well, colonel,
under the circumstances.

May I speak to my secretary,
please?

Marion, I'm so glad.

You can release this statement
to the wire services.

I intend to fix the blame
for this.

If it hadn't been
for one of the crew-

A man named Parker.

well, I just don't know what.

Here, tell her about yourself.

Mr. Parker?

Hello.

LAIT
Mr. Parker?

Uh, that's right.

Marion tells me you're a hero.

I'm sure your friend will be
delighted to hear that.

What friend?

Mr. Gerard.

Gerard, huh?

Yes, he's standing
right here beside me.

It is Gerard, isn't it?

Mr. Parker?

Mr. Parker?

Does that crane operator
know what he's doing?

He's the best.

He's slow.

Well, he has to be.

The shaft could cave in again.

There's no other way out?

No.

Lieutenant...

what if he won't come up?

We go in after him.

You hear anything?

Not a thing.

That bandage, uh,
looks a little tight.

I'll loosen it for you.

You're very observant.

So am I.

It's strange.

Little pieces
that flake off a person

and leave so much naked,

so much to be seen.

A word.

A look.

Just a held breath.

Feel better?

Much.

You should have been a doctor.

Bothered you, didn't it?

Just the word.

I say doctor,

and it's like a whip,

flaking off one of
those little pieces.

Another word I've noticed...

We're gonna make it.

They'll be
breaking through soon.

You'll be out.

You can hotfoot it
back to Washington

and start to scream.

Mr. Glennon, let's not
make this a personal issue.

I am the chairman

of a Congressional subcommittee.

I'm working for you
as much as everyone else.

Sure. Keep projecting.
It makes a nice public image.

You project
a rather strong one yourself.

Patron saint
to an army of featherbedders.

That's Washington talk.

Not at all. It's based on
considerable observation.

Dale City and here.

You have 20 more men
on your crew than you need.

What do you suggest
I do with them?

They're not cats, to be drowned
when I've got too many.

Mr. Glennon, my committee
spends the government dollar.

That's a hard,
realistic business.

And if you choose
to carry 20 extra men

out of misplaced sentiment-

They'd do as much for me.

And more.

A lot of them
weren't eating regularly.

It was rough.

Oh, you tied the can to me good

on that Dale City job.

Don't blame me.
You bungled the job.

I didn't bungle it.

You showed manifest
incompetence.

I had to point out-
You had to whip somebody.

Because you had been whipped.

Because Senator Halsey
gave you the brush.

Mr. Glennon.

You had him all tagged
for wedding bells.

And a cheap little blond
grabbed him away.

Gossip.
Left the Great God Snell

with egg on her face.

She had to have
a human sacrifice

to give her back
her self-respect.

Him, me, anybody.

Just happened
I was first in line.

Not true.

Oh, don't tell me.

I've got friends in Washington.

Don't count on them.

Mr. Glennon,

don't ever bother to bid again

on another government job.

No, sir. No more tunnels.
They stink.

Next time, Jack gets us
a nice little dam.

Or a bridge. Huh, Jack?

Yeah, next time, nothing.
I'm through. I'm broke.

Well, you can't quit now.

You gotta chip in.

Hm?
For Alec.

Wife's gonna have a baby.

A kid?

Oh, that's swell.
When is she expecting?

Oh, uh,

maybe four years or five years.

Four or five years?

Why you...

Four or five years.

You can't buy that
in the supermarket.

I wouldn't know.
I'm not shopping.

I've got what I want.

You don't believe that?

Should I?

Well, I'm on

four Congressional
subcommittees.

Chairman of one,

respected, quoted.

I have national coverage.

Oh.

Well, that's good.

I work with brilliant,

exciting people.

Some I've known for years,

and we've formed close
and lasting associations.

Well, that's very gratifying.

We're very close,
the people I work with.

My secretary, you met her.

She's like my- My own sister.

Boy, you look sick.

Let me see your arm there.

Boy, you are sick.
No, it's-

Why do they bother you?

They don't. I just told you.
I've got what I want.

I made up my mind
when I was in college.

What I wanted and how to get it.

I knew what it took.

A thick, tough skin.

They can't hurt you when you're
wearing a suit of armor.

But you can hurt yourself...

if you get locked inside.

Well, maybe I like it inside.

Maybe I'm used to it.

Maybe I don't want to come out.

Every human being needs
someone to talk to.

I talk to my analyst.

Through my visor.

For $30 an hour,

he's glad to listen.

But while I'm talking to you,

there's something
I want to ask you.

Who is Gerard?

I warned you I was observant.

You're afraid of him,
aren't you?

Afraid of who?

That man Gerard.

He's waiting up there
like a cat at a mousehole.

What, for Parky? Why?

He's a policeman, Jack.

Why, what'd you do?

It's what they think I did.

They think I killed my wife.

Well,

let 'em ask me what I think.

They're through.

We're about to bring
the first one up.

Will you all stand back, please.

Mr. Gerard, you're in the way.
We're working.

So are we.

All right, put it down.

Colonel Lawrence, are you sure

there hasn't been a call
from Interstate News?

I don't know.

Hey, colonel.

They're sending
the dame up first.

Back into my suit of armor.

I guess everyone gets trapped
in his own way.

When I'm having breakfast
with my secretary, Dr. Kimble,

I'll read about you
in the papers.

That's it.

Okay, Victor, take her away.

Well, now,
how do we get you outta here?

Don't get mixed up in it, Jack.

Who asked you?

What are we gonna do with him?

You do nothing.

Well, who says?

I say. You could end up in jail.

Well, so could you.

You figure to go alone?

Yeah, since when did you start
workin' without a crew?

You got a way to do it, Jack?

Maybe.

Hurry up
and get her outta there.

Send that cage back down.

Hold it, Gerard. These men
know what they're doing.

Would someone get me
out of this mummy case?

Of course.

You're waiting for Parker.

You're a policeman.

You're very perceptive.

So is he.

Did he give you any trouble?

A lot.

He saved my life.

All right.

He'll be coming up too.

Where's my secretary?

Well, it's a simple question.
Where is she?

Talking to Interstate News,
I think.

Killing a story.

Killing what story?

Hers.

The one she sold
when she thought...

She couldn't wait.

Marion.

Oh, thank heaven
you're all right.

Oh. Oh, Marion,

we were so frightened.

Were we?

All set.

Then do it.

Hey, there's something wrong
with the headset.

I don't hear 'em no more.

Up there on top.

We need some help.

What's wrong?

Parker must have
gone off his nut.

He smashed the microphone

and holed up
in the control room.

He doesn't give up.

I'm coming down.

All right.

They say Parker's a criminal.

People fool you sometimes.

I'm a police officer.
Where's Parker?

In the control room
at the end of the tunnel.

He's the one who was killed.

I told you
Parker's in the control room.

I have to warn you.
He's wanted for murder.

Murder?

So if anyone
tries to interfere...

Can they get this open?

Maybe. It's pretty heavy.
Give it a try.

Get me out of here.

Get me out.

It's jammed. We're trying.

What goes down there?

I don't know.

Marion. Marion...

Let him go.

Let who go?

That was a fine thing
you did for Parker.

That photographer has given us
a complete statement.

I thought you'd wanna know.

That was a fine thing
you did for Parker.

Apparently, there was
no question of negligence.

The contractor involved

will not be blamed.

The, um, contractor involved

would like to say thanks.

He might say it even better
over dinner.

Like this?

I'd look pretty silly.

The "Great God Snell"

on crutches.

Oh, no, you wouldn't.

You wouldn't look silly.

Not anymore.

You like your steak rare?

Richard Kimble eats alone.

For him, all roads are lonely,

all seasons dangerous.

Until the day when he can
prove his innocence,

Richard Kimble must remain

a fugitive.