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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.

ANNOUNCER:

A QM production.

Starring David Janssen
as the fugitive.

Eileen Heckart,

Albert Salmi,

Ruta Lee.

ANNOUNCER:

Richard Kimble,
alias Nick Walker,

had called it

"a car looking for
a quiet place to die. "

But this ancient vehicle,

held together
by faith and rusty wire,

has come halfway across
the mountains

carrying two fugitives.

Sister Veronica,
a fugitive from God,

on her way to Sacramento
to renounce her vows,

and Richard Kimble,
fugitive from injustice,

now wearing
the name Nick Walker,

borrowed from a wallet
which he had found

in Lincoln City.

Two fugitives,

moving through a dragnet
that straddles two states,

one unaware that the other

is the object
of the intensive manhunt.

Little sunshine
for the stomach, Lossie?

Hey, Clete-
Hm?

look down the old pass road.

First of the fisherman,
I'd say.

Who else would be crazy enough

to come up the high pass
this time of year?

Hey. Heh. What do you say
we have a little fun with 'em?

Is something wrong,
Mr. Walker?

Motorcycles?

Have we been speeding?

No, Sister,
we haven't done anything wrong.

They're just a couple of kids
out for a ride.

You all right?

I think so.

That junk heap like to have
stood up on its hind legs.

It was...

Come back
just to say hello?

Just what kind of rock

did you two
crawl out from under?

What is it about
you city folks, mister?

You just got
no sense of humor at all.

And Lossie and me
don't like to get talked to

the way you just did.

I guess there's just
no way to be friendly

to people like you.

A nice little highway rumble,
is that it, boys?

Well, that is the language,
isn't it? A rumble?

Roll the squares?

The expressions never change,
only the faces.

Two great big boys
bullying their way through life.

And with all the noise,
as far as life is concerned,

you haven't even
made a ripple.

All you really are is afraid.

Yes, afraid of life
and its people.

You're so afraid
that when you swallow,

a person can hear
the click in your throat.

You two and your kind
are just a great big boil

on the side of humanity
that needs a lance.

And if you spent two weeks
in my school,

I'd be the one
to give it to you.

Now you get on
those overgrown bicycles

and get yourselves
out of here.

Mr. Walker, I'm sorry
you had to witness that display.

One of my greatest weaknesses

has always been a sinful temper.

You're a fraud, Sister.

What?

You said you were going to
renounce your vows

because you couldn't
communicate with people,

you couldn't get
through to them.

Well, those two
sure got the message.

Tim Craig, lieutenant,

Lincoln City Police.

Yep, I've heard all about you.

I guess every law officer

within 500 miles of Lincoln City

has heard about Tim Craig.

The old-style,

"no crook's ever gonna get
the best of me" kind of cop.

Okay, so I admire
your tenacity,

but, uh, Kimble sneaked
out of your beat,

and it looks like
he's in my yard now.

Candy?

I came here
to offer my services.

I think I'm beginning to know
how he moves, how he thinks.

I thought I might
be able to help.

Does that shake you
so much, sheriff?

All right,

stick around if you like.

But it's a lot of mountain,

and it's spider-webbed
with roads,

summer cabins,

lodges, pack stations.

Besides, what makes you
so sure he's in my area?

This pass is away
from the other passes.

It's also the hardest to cross.

Everybody figures Kimble
to concentrate on speed.

Only, that's what he's
expecting them to think.

You seem pretty sure
he's a bright boy.

I'm sure.

Only, he's got more than brains
riding with him.

Luck, maybe.

Something.

Otherwise, he wouldn't
have gotten as far as this.

Sister, I can fix a flat tire,
I can blow out a gas line,

but I don't have any answers
for a ruptured fuel pump.

Well, at least
it decided to break down

somewhere near civilization,

so I guess I'll just
walk down the hill,

see what I can do, huh?

Hey, Sister.

No kidding, a-

A fuel pump without any money

is gonna be quite a trick,

so we need
all the help we can get.

How about some of that
old optimism of yours?

Mr. Walker.

Yes, Sister?

Why don't we just
coast down the hill?

That's a very good idea,
Sister.

Three ladies.

Just read 'em and weep.

You know, now that I'm leaving
this crummy mountain,

I finally found
something I'm gonna miss:

my own personal pigeons.

Come on,
let's raise the ante.

Get rid of the boys in the game.

Well, well.

Like old home week,
huh, Walker?

One of you fellas
own that gas station out there?

Me.

I need a...

A fuel pump.

Model B, V8.

Oh, sure, sure, sure.

But first let me introduce you
to my friends here.

This is the only guy I ever knew
that grew wings.

I mean, not only is he driving

one of those sisters
over the mountain,

but he is just bubbling over

with angel's milk.

Look, Mathis-

See, I met him
down at the pack station,

when me
and little Sherie Talman

were doing a little
funning around,

and in he comes,
just like Gabriel,

like a three-alarm fire.

You realize
that now Sherie Talman

will never know
what it's like

to say goodbye to Chuck Mathis
before he goes to San Francisco?

Aren't you ashamed
of yourself?

Yeah, very.

How about the fuel pump?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
the fuel pump.

You know, you'd think
a do-gooder like you

would have some kind
of special protection

against the troubles

us ordinary human beings have...

since you're traveling
with that lady in black.

Let's see...

Yeah.

It's reconditioned,

but it ought to do.

That's fine. How much?

Seeing it's you, Walker,

25 bucks.

You can buy 'em anywhere
for half that price.

Then buy it there.

Here.

It's worth at least 50.

Well, I'll tell you, Walker,

here it's worth 10.

That leaves you owing
a balance of 15.

Forget the pump. Just sell me
$10 worth of chips in that game.

Okay, pigeon.

Open. Five.

I'll call.

Cards?

Three.

Dealer takes one.

Open the bets. Five.

Your five, five more.

You're bluffing.

You didn't hit no full house.

Call or fold your cards.

Call.

Three kings.

Straight to the eight.

I tell you, Walker,
nun or no nun,

I can spot a card shark
a mile away

with his skin burned off.

Every time you deal,
you win.

That's a little
too pat for me, Walker.

Cash me in.

Oh. Ha-ha.

Oh, did you hear that?

Why, the menace just
seeps out of him like smoke.

I'll tell you
the truth, Walker,

every time I see you,

I wanna look
for a place to hide.

Now, I had $36 in front of me

before you knocked
that table over.

I want my watch,
a fuel pump

and my dollar in change.

All right, right there.

What you're gonna get
is a soak in the cooler.

Sheriff don't like strangers
coming in here,

busting up the place.

Put down the phone.

Janet, this card shark come in,
he stacked-

Yeah, yeah. I heard you
way out in the kitchen.

Let's face it, Chuck,

nobody has to stack
the deck against you.

You were born a loser.

Janet, I'm telling you-

Look, you told me

you were leaving tomorrow
to take on the big city.

So why don't you
put the toy away and go pack?

And while you're at it,
pick up those books.

I'm sorry.

When your family's thin,
even a brother-in-law like that

qualifies as a relative.

I guess you could press charges,

but, uh, I'd appreciate it
if you didn't.

No, I don't wanna do that.

All I want is my, uh, watch

and that fuel pump

and a dollar in change.

This, uh, important to you?

Well, it has to do with
Gresham's law of economics.

When good money is scarce,
it's always in demand.

Where you heading?

Far as that'll take me.

Well, my name is Janet Loring.

With Chuck going,

I can use some help
around here

getting the place ready
for the season.

I'll buy 12 hours
of your time, mister, uh...?

Walker, Nick Walker.

Twelve hours of your time,
Mr. Nick Walker,

and you get lodging,

a tank full of gas
and a $10 stretch of your trip.

Beats playing poker
with your brother-in-law.

Yeah.

Ain't that beginning
to get on your nerves, Sister?

Oh, no, I find it
most interesting.

I've had little occasion
to watch the television.

But it can be confusing.

Mr. Mathis,
maybe you could help me.

I have difficulty in telling
the good guys from the bad guys.

Now, obviously,
the policemen

are supposed to be
the good guys,

but here they are,
shooting at the men

who are only suspected
of heisting the payroll.

Why don't you ask Walker?

He seems to get around
pretty good.

Oh, I'm quite sure he does.

Well, don't you know?

Why would I know anything
about Mr. Walker?

I thought he worked
for your church.

Oh, no.

I met him
outside of Lincoln City.

He needed a ride
and I needed his help.

Lincoln City?

That's right.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

The suspects
were the bad guys.

Look, the big one
is holding up the payroll sack.

MAN The main body of the
European Common Market

is to hold
their initial meeting

in Paris on Monday.

And now for the local news.

Why don't you
take a break?

Okay.

Cigarette?

Yeah, thank you.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I was just thinking.

I thought I'd had
them all up here:

honeymooners, boozers,

dime-store Lotharios.

But now you
and the sister-

-well, that just
finishes the book.

Well, I needed a ride.
She needed a driver.

That explains me.

And there's nothing
really strange about a nun.

No.

Ever notice the way
she looks at you?

Like you were the greatest thing
since laced shoes.

Oh, now, you don't have to
get shy on me.

She could do a lot worse.

A lot of strength
and confidence

radiating out of
that face of yours.

Don't let it fool you, Janet.

Nick,

seeing as how introductions
are going around,

don't you want
a rundown on me?

I've got it.

Janet Loring.

Mrs. Janet Loring.

The "Mrs. " standing for widow.

My husband died
a couple of years ago.

He had a small
ad agency down in L.A.

But he always dreamed of having
a place in the mountains.

Worked for nothing else
night and day,

and he finally got it.

All it cost him was his life.

It's a nice place.

Thanks.

Now, how about your biography?

Make one up if you like.

It'll help kill
the sound of the crickets.

Ah, I'd better just
stick with the wood.

Nick.

Why don't you
stay around a while?

I mean, with Chuck's leaving,
I could use the help,

and I'm sure
you could use the cash.

Well, all right,
I could use the company too.

How about it?

Two weeks with time-and-a-half
for good behavior.

I'll let you know
in the morning?

MAN And while his appearance was
described as more youthful now,

the transient was certain
it was the wanted murderer

whom he had talked with
yesterday at about 2 p. m.

in the Ravenna freight yards.

Kimble's escape
from Lincoln City

was considered by
Police Lieutenant Craig to be-

Have enough of the good guys
and the bad guys, Sister?

Yes, Mr. Mathis.

Quite enough.

I should have learned by now,

the people you trust most
are the first to let you down.

First you tell the sister
I've got a standing order

for a box
of milk chocolates each week,

then she'll tell
whoever she knows,

pretty soon-

Well, what's gonna
happen to my reputation

as the toughest sheriff
on the mountain, huh?

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, yes,
just a moment, please.

Sheriff, it's for you.

Sheriff Morris.

Yeah.

Sure, Jack, but I'll
have to round up the driver.

You bet. Right away.

That was Sheriff Anderson
on the Lark County side.

He's got himself a wreck

and he needs
our heavy tow truck.

Well, I better get going
and round up the driver.

It was nice meeting you,
Sister Veronica.

Thank you.

Remember, Janet,

you see anybody,
anybody suspicious at all,

you get on that phone
and call me loud and clear.

Man murders his wife,
he's capable of anything.

That goes for you too, Sister.

When you start your trip again,

don't stop to pick up
any strangers.

Sheriff.

You forgot your chocolates.

Thank you.

Hi, lieutenant.

Hey, the word's out
you sure been getting around.

Where you been this morning?

Had a suspect
over at Jackson Springs.

Another dud.

Highway patrol's
setting up a roadblock

down at
the South Canyon Road.

I'm taking
a run over there.

Wanna come along?

Got other things to do.

You check this place out?

Yep.

Nothing suspicious,

and I told Mrs. Loring
to keep her eyes open.

I'll check with you again.

Right.

You've been out here
a long time.

Well, I had to finish
stacking the wood.

I mean after you
finished the wood.

Any special reason?

Matter of fact, there was.
I met a girl.

What?
Yeah.

Pretty eyes, pretty hair.

Wanna meet her?

Sure.

Oh, Nick.

Oh, she is beautiful.

Mother was a little tired,
so I gave an assist.

Oh, look at the baby.

He's trying so
to stay on his feet.

Well, that's what
life's all about, isn't it?

Each person has to make it
to his own feet and stay there.

Are we still talking
about the lamb?

Oh, Nick, look.

Just an hour ago,

the mother didn't have anything

to worry about but herself,

and now...

Isn't it funny how suddenly,

how very suddenly,

the heart
can find somebody new

to worry about?

We are still talking
about the lamb, aren't we?

When my husband died,

I was just as good as dead too.

So I decided this was
just as good a place as any

to start the embalming.

On 80 proof.

Then every once in a while,

I'd think
if I could just sober up,

I'd be able to face life.

That first cup of coffee

would slam me right back
into the ditch again.

Still, it passed.

The pain passed, anyway.

I think what I'm trying
to say is that...

I don't know whether it's
because I'm lonely and afraid...

I don't know. All I know is
I want you to stay.

Janet, you don't know
anything about me.

I know the sister
trusts you.

Yeah.

Nick.

When I told you
about my marriage,

it was for a reason.

In case you were worried
about complications,

I want you to know I've already
had my trip to the stars.

So, um, when I talk
about wanting company,

it could be nothing more
than the hand-shaking kind.

And, um, one other thing:

If you wanna hide out
from bill collectors,

there's no place better than
this pine-studded mausoleum.

What's the road like up ahead?

Pretty rough
the next 20 miles.

Janet, I think
I'd better be moving on.

Yeah, you would.

Well, a girl can't win them all.

Your car's full of gas,

and, uh,
here's the $10 as agreed.

Okay?

Okay.

Here, Sister,
let me do that for you.

That's all right, Mrs. Loring.
I'm practically finished.

I'll get your bags.

Do you need
paper towels?

Thank you.

I'm sorry our visit
had to be so brief.

You've been more than generous.

Well, if ever you're
passing through again,

please stop in.

You know you're
more than welcome.

Oh, and, uh, be very careful
on that stretch of road ahead,

it's pretty tricky.

Goodbye. Thank you.

Goodbye.

Have a good trip,
both of you.

You creep.

You cheap, miserable creep.

Well, you didn't think
I was gonna let that hustler

take me at cards, did you?

Oh, I knew saying goodbye
to you wasn't going to be hard,

but you've just turned this into
the sweetest day of my life.

Now, get your things
and get out of here.

Well, maybe there's something
in this day for both of us.

What are you talking about?

Yes, sir, you really know
how to pick 'em.

Me, I'm nobody,
but this man, Walker,

really a special kind of a man.

Take a look. Doesn't that face
look familiar to you?

Well, if you think
this is Walker, you're wrong.

He's younger, and-

Yeah, you bet he's younger.

Here's a driver's license
issued to Nicholas Walker.

5'7".

190 pounds.

That doesn't sound much like
your friend, does it?

Chuck, wait.

He can't be the man
they're looking for.

Don't, Chuck, please.
Get out of here.

No, Chuck. No, don't.

Get me the sheriff's office.

Don't you think you
ought to cheer up, Sister?

The worst is over.

We'll be in Sacramento
by sundown.

This trip wasn't such
a long shot after all.

I think you did have a lot
going on your side.

Why the change, Mr. Walker?

Huh?

You seem to have a practical
explanation for everything.

There's even
a practical explanation

of why we got through
that roadblock

outside of Lincoln City.

After all, who would
seriously question

the character of a person

traveling with a nun?

Go on.

There seems to be
a logical explanation

for everything
in this practical world,

except for one thing:

After we were safely
through that roadblock,

why did you stay with me?

There was an announcement
on the television last night.

They showed your picture.

The sheriff
came by this morning.

Why didn't you tell him?

I don't know.

Aren't you afraid
to go on with me?

No.

Well, for what it's worth,
Sister, I...

I didn't have anything to do
with the death of my wife.

That answers one question.

And now, what about
the other question?

Why did you stay with me?

Just for the sanctuary
these vestments guaranteed?

Yes, at first.

And later?

It doesn't matter.

Oh, it matters, Mr. Walker.

And I think I know the reason.

The realist is not quite
such a realist anymore.

Two people meet and,

because of their own
particular jeopardy,

give something of themselves
to the other one.

But why?

I keep asking myself
that question.

Why?

Yes, sir, as soon
as we get Kimble,

the name of Chuck Mathis

is gonna flash
through these mountains

like a fistful of diamonds.

Any apprehension of a criminal
is the sole duty of the law,

and don't you forget it.

The only reason you're along

is to make
a positive ID on that car.

If I could only get hold of
Sheriff Anderson down below,

maybe I could
block 'em off.

Where is this wreck
he's investigating?

Don't know, exactly.
Somewhere down the road.

I better try again.

Sheriff Morris
calling Sheriff Anderson.

Sheriff Morris calling
Sheriff Anderson.

MORRIS
Come in, Sheriff Anderson.

Sheriff Morris calling
Sheriff Anderson, come in.

How fast were you going
when the brakes locked?

No luck.

What do you mean, no luck?
There they are.

What is it?

Police car.

Are they after us?

I don't know.

But you have identification.

You used it in Lincoln City.

Yeah, but that officer only got
as far as my ID because of you.

If he takes a look
at this driver's license...

What is it?

My wallet's missing.

This morning, Mr. Mathis
was standing near the car.

How do you expect to outrun
a police car in this?

I don't, Sister.

If I can get
a couple of curves ahead,

maybe I can pull over
to the side of the road

and make a run for it
into the woods.

Roger.
I'll check with him.

Tell the sh-

Tell the sheriff...

He, uh...

Tell the sheriff,

he-

They-

Tell the sheriff, he-

Mathis, when are you gonna learn
to lay off the beer?

He w...

Tell the sheriff.

How are they?

The doc says they'll be okay.

They ought to be
coming around before long.

I put out flares,

but Morris was driving too fast

for them to be any use.

You got a little dirty
changing that tire.

Wanna wipe your face?

No, that's all right, sheriff,
I'll do it later.

Uh, there's the jack.
Thanks very much.

Sure.

Well, you better
be moving along.

You're blocking the road.

Oh, uh...

You know, it's a good thing
you had that flat.

Could have been the two of you
wrapped around that truck.

Yes, I guess it was
a piece of luck, at that.

I'd say it was more like
a miracle, sheriff.

Lieutenant Gerard,
I know I should have called you,

but I had a feel about this one.

I knew I could track him down.

No.

Consensus is
he's off the mountain.

Guess he could be
anywhere by now.

Goodbye, and thank you.

For what?

Because of you,
another side of me

came up for air.

You really mean that, don't you?

Yes, I mean it.

I think I've meant it
ever since that poker game

when I bet our money
and drew to an inside straight

and made it.

That's quite impressive
for a realist.

Come to think of it,

we did draw some unusual hands

the last couple of days.

I've never seen
anything like 'em.

A gambler'd take that to mean

he was to go on
playing the game.

I shall pray for you.

Sister...

I'm going to visit
Father Kerrigan

and then return to the convent.

I'm glad.

I, uh-

I don't imagine
Father Kerrigan's

gonna be too happy

about your having
crossed the mountains

in that old car
with a stranger.

Why not?

Both the car and the stranger

came highly recommended.

Two fugitives,

one having found
a resting place,

the other continuing
to step off his inches

on the scale of life.

For him, the future will be
no less precarious,

but somehow he won't feel

quite so alone.