All language subtitles for The Fugitive 2x18

( dramatic themeplaying )

It's too big.

Stand aside.

You stand right over there.

I think maybe you're going
to have to slip

the shovel under
the edge of the rock.

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NARRATOR:

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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:

Pat Hingle,

Mary Murphy.

ANNOUNCER:

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MAN:
Well, sir, there he was

out on the end of the limb

right smack dab over my head,

ears laid back, ready to jump.

If I made just one little quick

or sudden move,

that cat was going to come down

on top of me

Golly.
and I'd be a dead man.

Gee whiz.

Vicious.

Just about that time

that my old Apache training
came in mighty handy.

You see,
I knew that I was just going

to have time for the one shot.

So I started raising my gun up,

inch by inch...

by inch...

by inch...

Pow!

Down that old rascal

came out of that tree.

The mountain lion
had been killing our rabbits

and our deer. Bang!

He was finally dead. Ha-ha!

Hi, Joe Bob.

Okay boys come on in, here.

See, you just missed
a good story.

Oh, I wished you had been here.
You would have loved this story.

Hey, Joe Bob, how come you
never take us hunting?

BOYS:
Yeah, why not?

Maybe because
you're all so young,

and maybe
because I don't want you

to find out
all my Apache secrets.

( all voicing disagreement )

Joe Bob, my dad says you got

about as much Apache blood

in you as an Easter Bunny.

He's wrong, isn't he?

Well, Johnny, old buddy,

I'm going to have
to have a little talk

with your daddy about minding
his own business.

Come on, let's get on out
of here, fellows.

If anybody's interested,
I'm buying the ice cream.

( boys cheer )

Here we go. Here we go.

All right. What--?

Let's see if I got
my money with me.

I got it. All right. All right.

I got it.

( boys chattering excitedly )

Hello, Charley.

All right, my man.

All right, boys,
let me pay the man.

Here we go, boys.

Oh. Yeah, we're going to have
whatever you want.

Whatever you fellows want,

that is exactly what we're going
to have.

Banana split, that's
what I'm going to have.

Come on.
I know what I'm having.

NARRATOR:
Bixton, Arizona.

Small, quiet,

for some a good place to live.

But for Richard Kimble,
fugitive,

it's only a stopover
between rides.

A stopover
he will not soon forget.

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Hey, Joe Bob,
how's Apache Park coming?

Oh, Charley, it's not coming
along too good right now.

I can't find any volunteers.

I think I found one for you.

He's been looking for a ride
with his thumb.

Well, thank you very much,
Charley.

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Nice day, ain't it?

What's your name?

Uh, Richard Clark.

Get in, Mr. Clark.

What for?

Oh, we've got a little ordinance

in this town about Tom Thumbs.

Hitchhiking.

Hey, well, I'm sorry, I--

I'll just keep walking
right out of town.

No, saying I'm sorry
won't cut it, Mr. Clark.

Get in.

Put your suitcase in the back
and get in.

Please.

JOE BOB:
However, it looks very favorable
at this time.

You hear that, Floyd?
Very favorable.

The Attorney General's office
will have a vacancy

in their investigative staff
within a month,

and I have already
laid the groundwork

for your appointment.

And so on and so on and...

How's that, Floyd?

It looks like I'm on my way
to the state capitol already.

You deserve it, Joe Bob.

Oh, hold it, we're both going
to cash in on this.

You forgetting somebody's got
to take my place?

You stick with me, boy.

We'll lick this state together.

( laughs )

Go to the diner,
get some coffee, will you?

All right.

Floyd, when you come back,

bring me one of those nice, big,
jumbo hamburgers, will you?

Well, hello, Thelma.

How are you?

Marshal Sims.

Come to see Neely?

THELMA:
Yes.

Hello, Floyd.

Hi, Thelma.

Haven't seen much
of you lately.

Father was saying the same thing
about you only yesterday.

You're, uh--

You're looking
real nice, Thelma.

I'll take you back, Thelma.

Marshal, uh,
if you'll let me out of here,

I give you my word I'll--

No, Clark, sorry,
not a chance.

Neely.

Neely.

What do you want?

Well, I wanted to talk to you.

No, thanks. Just make
a U-turn on out of here.

I really don't need
any lectures.

I stole the money,
that's it. Period.

Neely, please.

Beat it, sis.

If my brother
should need anything--

I'll let you know, Thelma.

Would you step back in my office
with me for a minute?

I'd like to talk
to you if I can.

Thelma, you keep away
from that pig, hear me?

You keep away from him.

He's just on edge, Thelma.

Don't pay any attention
to him.

Thelma, you stay away from him.

Boy, I'll swear if you don't try
a man's patience to the end--

Whew.

Thelma!

Hey.

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Why don't you mind
your own business?

I've got to admit
it was bad coffee.

Here.

Thanks.

The marshal is not one
of your favorite people?

You don't know it yet, mister,

but you're just
one tiny little bug

in Joe Bob's great big trap.

All right,

we don't run
a chain gang around here.

But you prisoners are expected

to do a good day's work.

Now, there is only one thing

that I want to emphasize.

This park

is a very important project
to me.

Someday the statue
of the governor

of this state is going
to sit on this block.

Now, this park is located

at Lookout Point

right at the top
of our dear state so, naturally,

we want the park to be

a fitting tribute to the statue
that will fit in.

Floyd, you take these two.

Put them to work.

Neely, get back in the car.

You and me are going down
to the bottom of Lookout Point.

All right, bring those
wheelbarrows over here.

Make a hole
about right there.

Clark, right here.

All right, now put it down.

Neely, you get up front with me.

Neely, you really are something.
You know that?

Calling me names,

creating all that fuss
in front of your sister.

What am I going
to do with you, boy?

Funning around
with all the pretty young girls

in town making us old men
feel jealous.

I ask you.
What am I going to do with you?

I guess I'm just going
to have to teach you a lesson,

ain't that right, Neely?

Get out.

I've decided there
are too many rocks on this road.

You're going to pick them all up
one at a time.

Get out. Now move.

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Let's go, ladies man!

( honks horn )

There's plenty of rocks there.

You just bend over, boy,
you'll find them.

( honks horn )

Let's pick up the speed
out there, boy.

( honks horn )

Let's go, Neely.

Excuse me, Neely.

( laughs )

I thought you could use it, son.

Let's get it done faster, boy!

( laughs )

( Neely screams )

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When you're through, Fred,

just park it in front
of the jail.

Don't forget, boy, I want one of
those tinted windshields.

Oh, I don't know, Mr. Mayor,

I can't tell you
how bad it makes me feel

to run down a youngster
like Neely,

even if it was an accident.

He was a wild, reckless kid.

No one blames you
for what happened.

That's kind of you, Mr. Mayor.

I hate to bring this up,
Joe Bob,

but you might as well
know it now as later.

Coroner's coming down
from the county seat

to hold a hearing
on Neely's death.

A hearing?

It's just a formality,
I'm sure of that.

But you are a law officer
involved in the death

of a prisoner.

Now, this whole town
is behind you, Joe Bob.

Well, I sure
appreciate that, sir.

If something else
comes in on the hearing,

I'll let you know.

You do that, Mr. Mayor.

Thank you, sir.

See you.

Take off, Floyd.
I'll keep an eye on things.

Any trouble?
No, sir. That, uh--

That drunk doesn't do much more
than eat and sleep.

That other fellow,
Clark, he's a--

He's a quiet one.

By the way, Floyd,

I've got to make a report
on that accident.

You sure nobody saw it?

No, sir. Uh--

One man was working down
by the gate.

I know that for sure.

And I remember I sent, uh,
Clark over to pick up

some new trees to plant,
but he wasn't gone

for more than a few minutes.

Aren't those new trees we had
stacked over by Lookout Point?

Yes, sir.

Go to supper, Floyd.

Oh, almost forgot,

Judge Wilkins suspended sentence
on Clark.

I'll take care of the release.

Sure you don't want me
to help you?

You go to supper, boy.

You take a extra half hour
while you're doing it.

All right.

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Marshal, wait a minute.

You know, marshal, I'll, uh--

I'll walk, that's all right.

Now, since I got
your sentence suspended,

it's not going
to be much trouble to escort you

to the city limits.

You sit in the car and wait.

Evening, Mr. Mayor.

You know I said I would let you
know if anything happened.

Well, I had a call
from the coroner.

The hearing is set
for next Tuesday.

I don't anticipate
any trouble.

I want you to know, they'll hear
nothing but the best from me.

Be truthful, Mr. Mayor,

I'm counting on that.

Oh, by the way, Joe Bob,

do you remember
my son, Billy?

The best tackle I ever busted
heads with in high school.

Well, Billy's having some
trouble with his job back East.

I'm sending money each month

but it's a big drain
on the savings account.

If I could just get him situated
in something closer.

There going to be a good job
open right here in town

in about a month.

You mean yours?

Somebody's got to take it
when I get that appointment.

What about Floyd?

Well, Mr. Mayor,

you and I have done
a little back scratching

for each other.

Now, Floyd is young
and inexperienced.

From all I hear about Billy,

he's a good family man
and all that.

I wouldn't hesitate
to recommend him for the job.

Thank you, Joe Bob.

I'll write Billy tonight
and let him know.

That's fine, but I wouldn't
spread it around town just yet.

Not until after
I get the appointment.

MAYOR:
Of course not.

Goodnight, Joe Bob.
Thanks again.

Glad to be of help,
Mr. Mayor.

( dramatic theme playing )

There's a lot
of road straight ahead

and it's all one way

out of town.

Don't lose your direction.

( dramatic theme swells )

You're the man who called?

My name is Clark.

Come in, Mr. Clark.

Sit down.

I don't know whether
you remember me.

I was a prisoner in the same
cell with your brother.

Yes, I remember.

When you called you said
you were leaving town.

I was but I didn't think
I should leave

before I told you something.

Go on.

I was at Apache Park yesterday.

Then you saw the accident.

It wasn't an accident.

What?

I saw the marshal
push your brother

into throwing that rock

and then deliberately
ran him down with the car.

You're saying Joe Bob murdered
my brother?

Yes.

Who are you going to call?
The marshal?

He's the one who did it.

Ms. Hollister,
I'm a vagrant in this town.

My word means nothing.

MAN:
Thelma?

Thelma.

It's my father. He's sick.

I-I've got to go to him.

Would you wait?

Please wait.

FATHER:
Thelma, who's out there?

THELMA:
Well, it was a man
who knows Neely.

His name is Clark.

FATHER:
Clark?

Clark? I don't recall any friend

of Neely's named Clark.

Well, he was a prisoner
at the jail.

He's come to tell us something--

Something about what happened.

Well, bring him in.

M--

Yes, sir, I und--

I-- I understand, sir,

but you should call
the marshal's office.

This is the Highway Patrol.

All right, all right, sir.

That name was Clark?

That's right. Richard Clark.

Father, please don't.

Thelma, I'm going to keep
that man in town

if I have to chain him here.

Joe Bob's not going
to get away--

Yes, sir, yes, sir, I'm here.

Like I said,
he stole some money.

Your name and address?

Right, we'll get on it.

Goodbye.

This is Highway Patrol 3

calling A-14-J in Bixton.

Come in please.

Hey, there, Highway Patrol 3.

This is A-14-J.

What's the word, Pete old buddy?

Excuse me.

I wonder if you would mind
giving me a lift.

I'm a good driver
in case you get sleepy.

Oh, I never let anybody
drive my car.

But I--
I guess you can have a ride.

Go on, get in.

Thank you.

Say, the--

The gauge said it could take
a little more.

You sure it's full?

I'll check.

Please.

All right, sir.

Oh, did you check the tires?

Yes, sir.

That was 24 in the back,

28 in the front.

Right.
And the water and oil?

Water and oil is fine.

Battery okay?

Oh, I didn't check the battery.

Well, would you, please?

Right.

All right, that's, uh,
5.50 sir.

Right, now, here's a 20,

and, uh,
I'd like some change back

in dimes and nickels please.

Dimes and nickels, okay.

See, I--
I'm going to visit some friends,

and they have children,

and they like
to have that change.

That's 60, 70, 80, 90,

six, seven, eight, nine,

ten and ten is 20,
and thank you, sir.

You just made
a bad mistake, mister.

Get out.

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You stirred up a hornet's nest,
mister, you know that?

Old man Hollister
called the State Police,

told them you stole
some money from him.

Now, me, I got a different idea.

I don't figure
you're crazy enough

to come back to this town
for a few dollars.

I wanna know the real reason.

When a man is broke,

he tries things.

You-- You just happened
to pick the Hollister house,

is that right?

Well, the kid, Neely,
told me he had some money hidden

from that store he robbed.

Empty out your pockets
on that bunk.

Let's go.

Twenty.

There's $25.

Old man Hollister
said you stole 100.

Well, it was dark.
I was running.

I guess I...

I fell.
Must have lost some of it.

That's too bad, boy.

Now can you tell me
why Neely told you

about all that money he hid

when he just stole $4
from the store?

Joe Bob.
Yeah.

Mr. Hollister
and Thelma are here.

They said they want to see Clark

before they sign a complaint.

Sure.

Why not?

Thelma, Mr. Hollister,

I can't tell you how sorry I am
about what happened.

Thank you. We can understand
how you must feel.

I suppose you just came

to make sure
of your identification.

We wanna talk to him.

That's a little unusual,
isn't it?

Well, he was here
when Neely was.

Is it against the law to try

and find out something Neely
might have said bef--?

It is after
visiting hours, Thelma,

but I guess you do have
the right.

I'll just stand here

and make sure
he doesn't try anything.

We'd like to talk to him
alone.

Well, it's your privilege.

Thelma told me what you said.

Is it true?

Yes.

And you were willing to turn
your back and leave town?

I had to.

What about my boy?

I know what you think of me.

But I'm not just some
hitchhiker passing through town.

I'm wanted
by the police back East.

So, you see, if I--

If I stay around
for the hearing there

could be pictures
and publicity,

and you know what
that could mean to me.

( dramatic theme playing )

All right, that's enough.

Now let's get some water
on them.

Not you, Clark. Him.

You can just stay right here
where I can keep an eye on you.

Buckets are over there.

Go fill them up
and bring them back.

You a friend
of the Hollisters?

Better not even mention
that name, partner.

I didn't steal their money.

Mr. Hollister
has a different version.

Well, he wants to keep me
in town for the hearing.

What are you talking about?

I saw the marshal
kill Neely Hollister.

It wasn't an accident.

All right, knock it off, Clark.

You know when you sent me out
to Lookout Point

to get those trees?

I saw the whole thing.

The marshal
was pushing Neely down the road

with the bumper of his car.

Neely made a run for it
and the marshal

ran him down
in cold blood.

That's why Mr. Hollister
wants me here,

to testify.

Mr. Hollister would have
said something to me.

Not if he thought
you would tell the marshal.

( car horn honks )

Well, it looks like you're going
to get a chance

to prove your little story.

Look, he killed one man.

What's to stop him from killing
another?

I'm the only one
who can testify against him.

Get back to work.

Oh, boy,
I'm sorry I took so long.

You know Fred Deevers?

Coroner's man,
he starts talking and-- Whew.

Joe Bob, uh--

Listen, if you'd like
to see something interesting,

just take a little look at that.

Killed his wife?

Bugging those cells wasn't such
a bad idea, was it?

I heard him talking
to the other prisoner.

I decided to check it out.

You know what he just tried
to do, Joe Bob?

Convince me that you
killed Neely on purpose.

Come on, old buddy,
you've got to be kidding.

No, sir.
He built up quite a story.

You didn't believe him,
did you, Floyd?

Of course I didn't believe him.

Now don't let
it bother you, Floyd.

A wife killer will say anything

to try to take
the heat off of him.

Now, you go get yourself a nice,

cool drink of water, boy.

I'll keep an eye on him.

JOE BOB:
What--?

You stay right there.

What's the trouble, Floyd?

Looks like all that alcohol
is boiling out of him.

Well, maybe we ought to get him
into town to a doctor.

You want to call it a day
with him too?

Well, you take him on in, Floyd.

We'll let this one finish
his painting.

You, uh,
sure you don't want me

to come back later?

Floyd, if I can't watch over
one little prisoner,

I had better hand in my badge,
hadn't I?

I'll, uh, see you back in town.

Lock that gate,
Floyd, when you go past.

It's just banging itself
to death.

There's some trees need
to be planted over there

by Lookout Point.

You about ready, Kimble?

Get going.

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme swells )

( dramatic theme playing )

Thelma, come on in.

Floyd, I want
to see Marshal Sims.

Well, he's not in.

I wanna withdraw
the complaint against Mr. Clark.

Why?

Because he didn't do anything
except try to help.

He told you that wild story,
didn't he?

About Joe Bob and Neely?

But I don't think
it's a wild story.

Thelma, I know how hard this has
been on you and your father.

And I know how
you've always disliked Joe Bob.

But that's no reason
to start grabbing at straws.

They're not straws.
Now, let me tell you something.

We put a trace on Mr. Clark.

You know who he really is?

A man named Kimble.

He's wanted
for murdering his wife.

Well-- Well, he told me he

was in some kind of trouble.

Some kind? They don't make
trouble worse than murder.

Well, I--
I'm sorry, Floyd. But--

Whatever he's done,
I don't believe he lied to me.

Look, Thelma,

Joe Bob is a respected man
in this town.

And he's promised to hand over
this whole thing to me someday,

marshal's badge and all.

Look, with that kind of money--

Well, I always thought
you and me maybe someday could--

I know. I-I know, Floyd. But--

But right now, I want
to speak to Mr. Clark.

You can't.

He's out at Apache Park.

You mean with Joe Bob?

They'll be back after a while.

Floyd, what if Mr. Clark
is telling the truth?

But he's not telling
the truth, Thelma.

But if he is

and Joe Bob knows it?

Dump those rocks
over the point there.

Ooh, that's a long way down,
ain't it?

I think we better dig
this big one out.

You know, something,
Kimble?

You're my ticket
to the state capitol.

Yes, sir.

When I bring in
a hotshot fugitive like you,

they're liable
to give me a medal.

Course, it's very enjoyable
right now watching

a wife killer earn his wages.

Oh, there's
a telephone call for me

waiting in my office
from Stafford, Indiana.

You happen to know
a fellow by the name

of Lieutenant Philip Gerard?

Well, if you're in a hurry
to get to the electric chair,

I could go make
the call right now.

You can't cut through rock
with a shovel.

You have to lift that up.

It's too big.

What's the matter, boy?

Killing women make you weak?

Stand aside.

( laughs )

You stand over there.

I think maybe you're going
to have to slip

the shovel under the edge
of the rock.

Come on, get that shovel
under there.

Let's go.

( dramatic theme playing )

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( dramatic theme continues )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( car horn honks )

( dramatic theme playing )

Joe Bob!

Let's take him on in.

Floyd, old boy,

I almost let
this customer get away from me.

How did you find us?

We were on our way
to Apache Park

and we heard the shot.

I found out you had taken your
deer rifle out of the rack, I--

I thought you had gone hunting.

You don't use it for anything
else, do you, Joe Bob?

A gopher's been tearing up
the park lately, Floyd.

Took the rifle along
in case I saw one.

Come on down.
I can cover him from here.

No, Floyd.

You take Thelma,
get on out of here.

We can't tell about this one.

I'll meet you back at the park.

If it's all the same to you,
Joe Bob, I'll--

I'll stay here with you.

Floyd, listen, boy,

I've had a long, hard day.

Now, don't you try my patience.

If you've got any idea
of being marshal someday,

you do like you're told!

KIMBLE:
Floyd!

Ask him what he promised
the mayor.

Shut up, Kimble!

Let him tell you
about the deal he made

to give your job
to the mayor's son.

I said shut up, Kimble!

What's he talking about,
Joe Bob?

How should I know?

He's lying.

Whose word do you take,
his or mine?

Did you make some kind of a deal
with the mayor, Joe Bob?

Why should I, Floyd?

Because he needs
his help at the hearing.

This whole town's behind me!

Not after they find out
you killed Neely Hollister.

Don't do it, Joe Bob!

( gunshot )

( gunshots )

( dramatic theme playing )

I think he'll be all right.

What difference could it make
to a man like you?

When I get to the highway,
I'll phone for help.

Just-- Just go away.

Go away and leave us alone.

NARRATOR:
In the aftermath of violence,

there must always come a moment
of peace.

A time for healing

and a time to restore
the delicate balance

of life versus death.

But, for a fugitive,

there can be
no moment of peace.

He must travel
the road of the hunted.

And for Richard Kimble,

that road apparently
has no end.

( dramatic theme playing )

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ANNOUNCER: