All language subtitles for TheFugitive2x01

You had no right to start
something like this.

Doctor, like it or not,
you are,

if you will permit
the archaic phrase,

a public enemy.

The transcript of your trial
is a public record and you are,

consequently, public property.

So the only thing

I have to answer
to is my own conscience.

What's this going to prove?

It's like playing
with loaded dice.

They're kids.

College graduates, doctor.

Some of the brightest minds
in the country.

You have 40 years
experience on them.

That doesn't weigh as much

as the fact they hate me,
doctor.

If I can get an acquittal
from that jury,

I'd defend you before
the Spanish Inquisition.

And all I ask is that
you stay around

and see what happens, doctor.

( ominous theme swells )

NARRATOR:

( dramatic theme playing )

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:

Kathleen Maguire,

Robert Drivas,

and special guest star
Ed Begley.

ANNOUNCER:

NARRATOR:
The man is Richard Kimble.

And, not surprisingly,
the man is tired.

Tired of looking
over his shoulder,

of the ready lie,

of the buses
and freight trains.

Richard Kimble
is tired of running.

MAN ( on TV ):
...the jury trial render
the administration of justice

rather haphazard?
MAN 2 ( on radio ): No.

MAN 1:
You've been apprised,
of course...

Why don't they talk like people?

some minor cases,

and the results
have been very satisfactory.

Rubbish.

Would you care to amplify
that statement, Prof. Lazer?

I said, rubbish.
I think that covers it.

Well, now we're
gettin' somewhere.

Look out, buddy.

My method of dealing
with ignorance

is to label it as such
and avoid getting soiled by it.

MODERATOR:
Gentlemen, gentlemen,

I'm afraid we're getting
off the subject.

Who is that? The old man?

That's G. Stanley Lazer.

Oh, I forgot,
you're not a local.

He teaches out at the college.

He used to be just about
the biggest mouthpiece around.

I think I remember his name.

I quote: "Take, for example,

the cases
of the Farjohn kidnappers,

the notorious
Ice Woman Barbara Creel,

the Babcock Brothers, Richard
Kimble, or even Frank Dietrich.

I have no doubt that if I were
able to represent these

defendants before another jury,
I would be able to obtain

for each an acquittal
or, at worst, a hung jury."

Don't bet against it.

Now, Professor Lazer,

this doesn't sound
as if you place

much faith in our
12 good men and true.

I place a great deal of faith
in myself, Mr. Eller,

and very little
in the persuasive powers

of circumstantial evidence.

The way I see it,

a judge is one man,
a jury is 12 men.

Either can be swayed
one way or the other,

but only the jury
can disagree.

Consequently, I prefer a jury.

Is this Lazer
as good as he says he is?

Maybe better.

You ever hear
of the Martin Collins case?

Yeah. I think so.

That kid was sitting
on death row.

Lazer got him a new trial
and then an acquittal.

I thought you said
he was out at the college.

Had some sort of accident
about ten years ago.

I guess it put him
out of action.

( dramatic theme playing )

Now, gentlemen,

I have here in my hand
your midterm examinations.

I see you suddenly
grow apprehensive.

No reason, gentlemen,
but if I hadn't administered

the examination myself, I would
be forced to conclude that this

test had been taken by a group
of freshman art students.

( all groaning, murmuring )

Quiet!

Good.

And I think we should dedicate
that moment of silence

to the innocent men who will
be coming to you for help.

You think you could
get me off if I killed him?

( chuckles )

I could get you
elected governor.

You had a phone call
about 15 minutes ago.

Somebody who saw you
on the TV show.

His number's on your desk,
but he wouldn't leave a name.

( phone ringing )

Hello.

This is Professor Lazer.

Professor, did you mean what
you said last night about being

able to get a different verdict
in some cases?

Who is this?

Did you mean it?

Of course.

Now, who am I talking to?

Look, could I meet you
someplace?

I'll be in my office
until 5.

Then that won't do.

Then I'm sorry.

Look, I--

I'd like you to get on the 8:00
train for Harrisburg.

Get off at Lancaster.

I'll meet you
in the waiting room.

You expect me to go through that
kind of hocus-pocus for someone

who won't give me his name?

Professor, if you'd think
for a minute why I can't--

The 8:00 train.

I'll see you tonight.

( dramatic theme swells )

Lancaster, next stop.

Lancaster.
( train horn blowing )

Don't get up.

We'll ride on for a few stops.

I'm sorry,
I didn't know about those.

You didn't know about her,
either, did you?

I'm Professor Lazer's secretary.

Nancy Gilman.

She stays.

All right.

Now, why did you telephone me?

What do you want from me?

I want your help,

or I want you to tell me
there's no legal help I can get.

You'd better know something
right now.

I haven't got any one-armed man
to pull out of a hat.

The other people Professor Lazer
talked about on the show

are either dead or in places
where it's difficult

to reach a telephone.

LAZER:
Stop fidgeting.

She's been with me
for 15 years.

All right, what happens next?

First, you'll need grounds
for a new appeal.

And then, well, you'll have
to go through it all again.

Judge, the jury,
the whole thing.

How sure are you that you can
get me an acquittal?

I have to examine
the transcript.

Last night, I mean,
he quoted that...

I'm familiar with your case.

I haven't memorized it.

I see.

You want help or not?

It's my neck.

I just can't toss a coin.

I'm better than that.

I've never lost a capital case.

Isn't there something
you should ask me?

What's that?

Whether I'm guilty.

What's the difference?

I'm not a judge.
I'm a lawyer.

Could we take just
the first step?

See if there's a chance
for a new trial.

And leave the rest of it open?

All right.

Well, it looks like
we've come a ways.

( speaking inaudibly )

I've been waiting
to talk to you.

Good morning.
I'm late.

Dr. Kimble.

Mind using "hey, you"
or "fella" from now on?

I'm sorry,
but I want to talk to you.

We're going the same way.

Before you go in there.

I'm late.
I have an appointment with him.

How long are you going to stay
here and go on with this?

I don't know.

If anyone finds out about you,
he'll be subject to criminal

prosecution and disbarment.

As long as you're here,
he's in danger,

and I don't like that,
Doctor Kimble.

Sorry, "fella."

Then talk to him about it.

He took the case.
He knows the dangers.

Excuse me.

He took this case
because he thinks

he's been turned out to pasture
and he hates it.

You represent his chance
to get back in the arena.

And the way he's working
at it might just kill him.

I don't want anyone to suffer,
but I have to stay.

Doctor, don't you see the chance
you're taking here?

Look, Miss Gilman,
I'm fighting for my life.

I'm fighting for his,
and I'm not going to lose.

Maybe I misunderstand your
duties as his secretary.

Good.

We're running late and I've got
a couple of things to tell you.

I've pinpointed enough
technical error to convince

any appellate court
in the country.

There's the nucleus of a brief
that will put you right back

in the dock
whenever we want you there.

What's the matter?

That's what you wanted,
isn't it?

At least, part of it.

Maybe it's all I'm entitled to.

Maybe I should settle
for this and go.

I know, I know.

You don't want to stand trial
again and I don't blame you.

Doctor Kimble,

you were convicted
on circumstantial evidence

and I'm-- Nancy! --I'm going
to show you what happens

to circumstantial evidence when
an expert grabs hold of it.

How do you go about that?

Come along.

A classroom exercise.

I assure you
it's perfectly safe.

And you won't find it dull.

Nancy will show
you a maintenance closet

opposite the classroom.

You can watch from there.

All right, gentlemen,

let's see what you've
been able to put together.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The Superior Court of Stafford
County, State of Indiana,

is now in session,
the Honorable

Charles G. Tyler presiding.

This court will hear
Case Number 33972,

the case of Indiana
versus Richard Kimble.

Mr. Gould, you are representing
the prosecution.

Are you prepared
to state your evidence?

I am.

Proceed.

( dramatic theme swells )

( dramatic theme playing )

Thank you, Mr. Clark.

You can step down now.

The State would like to call
as its next witness.

Miss Althea Redford.

TYLER:
Counselor, I think
we'll have to a hold

Miss Redford
over until tomorrow.

That is, if she doesn't mind.

She never has.

If there are no objections,
I'll recess this court

until 10:00
tomorrow morning.

Mr. Gould, I'd like to remind
you that you are supposedly

conducting the prosecution
in a murder trial,

not hosting the Rose Festival.

Your job is the introduction
of evidence,

not the entertainment of your
audience. You understand?

Yes, sir.

That's all.

I'll see you in my office
at 1:00, Mitchell.

You know what I think sometimes?

That when they tried Capone,
they had the wrong guy.

Nancy, it looks
as though this gentlemen

has something to tell me.

( door shuts )

You had no right to start
something like this.

Doctor, like it or not,
you are,

if you will permit
the archaic phrase,

a public enemy.

The transcript of your trial
is a public record and you are,

consequently, public property.

So the only thing

I have to answer
to is my own conscience.

I'll be counseling
the defense in there,

and I guarantee the quality
of the prosecution.

A dry run under
laboratory conditions.

What's this going to prove?

It's like playing
with loaded dice.

They're kids.

College graduates, doctor.

Some of the brightest
minds in this country.

Young Gould, for example,

has one of the best heads
for the law

that I've ever encountered.

You just tore him apart
in there.

He's bright.

He's also arrogant,
disrespectful, and supercilious.

Don't confuse his abilities
with his attitude.

You've got 40 years
experience on them.

That doesn't weigh as much

as the fact
they hate me, doctor.

If I can get an acquittal
from that jury,

I'd defend you before
the Spanish Inquisition.

And all I ask
is that you stay around

and see what happens, doctor.

It was a funny feeling
standing in there just now.

Through a glass, darkly.

I guess that's it.

Ten o'clock tomorrow?

Ten o'clock.

Yeah, yeah,
I did cover it.

The whole four weeks.

I don't know.

There may be a story there,
maybe not.

Okay, I appreciate
the tip anyway.

Thanks, sarge.

I'll see that.

What have you got?

Pair of ladies.

Aces over.

You kept a kicker?

Always.

Oh, what was the tip?

Oh, Pulaski got a call
from the Indiana police.

Seems our friend Stanley Lazer
sent away for a copy

of the transcript
of the Richard Kimble case.

Yeah? Why?

That's what Indiana
wants to know.

They've heard of Lazer.

Turns out he only wants it for
a mock trial or something.

You know, classroom stuff.

Think it's worth a feature?

I don't know.
There could be a story there.

Yeah, especially if they
electrocute the kid

who's playing Kimble.

Are you kidding?

They'll have to let him escape.

Listen, it would be just like
that old man to have Kimble

stashed in his hip pocket.

Come on.
It's your play.

All right, all right.

Doctor Gary, could this act
have been performed

by a man with one arm?

Objection.

There has been no testimony

admitted with respect
to any one-armed man.

Overruled.

TYLER:
Professor Lazer,

if we're to abide by procedure
we're going to have--

( door opens )

Welcome, gentlemen.

Come in.

Make yourselves comfortable.

LAZER:
Answer the question
as phrased, Dr. Gary.

Yes, I suppose it would have
been possible, but it would have

been much more difficult,
especially if she resisted.

Doctor--
Isn't it true doctor,

that when a man loses
a limb he develops unusual

and compensatory strength
in the remaining limb?

Suddenly we have new counsel.

Yes, I suppose so.

And a woman
who had been drinking--

And we shall introduce evidence
to prove she had been drinking.

--such a woman
would have her ability

to resist considerably lessened.

Isn't that right, doctor?

That might depend
on the amount she'd consumed.

At least six martinis
in an hour and a half.

Objection.

TYLER:
On what grounds, Mr. Gould?

May I approach the bench?

What's the matter?

I'm not sure.

But as far as I can remember,

it never came out at the trial
how much the lady drank.

Or what.

Mr. Mitchell, Mr. Lazer.

Would you also
approach the bench?

You're dismissed, young man.

TYLER:
In a moment, Professor Lazer.

Mr. Gould claims that there's
nothing in the transcript

or in the available information
to substantiate your allegations

with respect
to Mrs. Kimble's drinking.

I think six martinis
is a reasonable assumption.

GOULD:
Your Honor, reasonable or not,

we're obliged to stick
to the facts

as brought out
at the original trial.

The only evidence we have was
the defendant's statement

that his wife
had been drinking some.

That's all he said.

I'll sustain your objection,
Mr. Gould.

I'd like to move
for an adjournment

until tomorrow.

But we still have time.

Adjourn the court, young man.

TYLER:
Adjourned until
tomorrow morning.

Professor Lazer--
Not now.

Oh, Mr. Gould,
I'm Art McNeil with the Herald.

I wonder if I could ask
you a few questions?

Go ahead.

I was going to ask
Professor Lazer,

but maybe you can help me.

( dramatic theme playing )

Why did he pick
the Kimble trial for this?

Why not?

( knocking )

Who is it?

GOULD:
Lee Gould.

I-- I'd like to talk to you.

Come in.

I-I saw you at the class
this morning.

How'd you know where I lived?

Followed you.

I was a sophomore when
they tried Richard Kimble.

I-I know I'm prosecuting
him now,

and I've got a good case.

Somehow I always felt
he should have gotten off.

I guess what I'm trying to say
is I didn't think he was guilty.

Well, why tell me about it?

Well, I-- I've done a lot
of research on the case.

You know, newspaper files,
stories, pictures, everything.

You know they even sent
a reporter

back to Indiana from here.

Art McNeil.

He was there this morning.

Writing a story, I guess.

I don't know.

I don't think he could
learn anything

if things go on the way
they have been going.

I thought you'd be interested.

Mr. Gould.

Thanks for dropping by.

( ominous theme swells )

Find anything?

In a way.

At least I was right about
nobody even mentioning martinis.

What about you?

I thought you'd never ask.

All right, I asked.

Three and a half weeks ago
Kimble was spotted in Lexington.

That's, uh, 364 miles
from this desk.

How about that?

Yeah.
How about that?

( dramatic theme playing )

...and I was only waiting
for the right time.

Yes, that's right,

but I want them
to stay out of the way.

I don't want any confusion.

Yes, Ted, it will
be an interesting experiment.

Tomorrow, yes. Thank you.

I'm leaving.

I came to say thank you.

You said that on the telephone.

If you meant it,
you wouldn't be here.

You said you had an idea
on the phone

and then you hung up.

And you want to know
about my idea.

Well, I would like to know
what kind of an obstacle course

I have to run
to get out of here.

One of the cardinal
rules of victory, young man,

is never to turn
your back on the enemy.

Hold on now.

Hear me out.

Tomorrow can be decisive
in that classroom.

Not for them, for us:
you and me.

Nancy's gone to find you
a different hotel room.

Secondly,
if Gould were any threat

he wouldn't have come
to see you.

Thirdly, no one need
see you tomorrow.

You can watch
from right in here.

What do you mean I can watch?

Ted Masters, the head
of the Television Department

has been after me all year
to let his kids have a crack

at televising
one of our mock trials.

I gave him permission
to do so tomorrow.

It really isn't you
they're after anyhow.

They want to haul me
through the mud.

Don't miss it, doctor.

You have a new hotel room.

Here's the address.

Dr. Kimble, you claimed
as part of your alibi

that at the time of the murder,

you were at the river
where you saw a boy fishing.

Is that right?

That's right.

Yet you just heard that boy

testify he didn't
see anyone at the river.

Would you now like
to change your testimony?

No.

You have, however,

been to that portion
of the river bank before?

I suppose so, yes.

GOULD:
Then isn't it possible that
on some previous night you might

have seen the same boy
and remembered him?

MAN:
No. I only saw him that night.

GOULD:
Oh, come on, doctor.

Are you sure you haven't
seen that boy before?

You'd been there before,
he'd been there before,

isn't is possible
you might have seen him?

Objection.

The boy never testified
that he'd been there before.

He's there three
or four times a week.

Your Honor,
counsel is out of order.

Look, I can call that boy
back on the stand and make him

testify he's been there
three or four times a week.

You already dismissed
that witness,

and now you're trying
to put words in his mouth.

In the interest of justice,

I think I'll allow Mr. Gould
to continue.

His actions are outside
the scope of proper

cross-examination.

I demand that both questions
and answers be stricken.

TYLER:
Mr. Lazer, the Court,
if it wishes,

can call the boy
back for questioning.

Therefore,
I'll overrule your objection.

You may continue, Mr. Gould.

Mr. Tyler,

I'm telling you that this line
of questioning is out of order,

and I'm instructing you
to sustain my objection.

Mr. Tyler!

Objection sustained.

I'd like to tell this court--

Yes, Mr. Gould?

Forget it.

TYLER:
I think we'll adjourn
until 2:00 this afternoon.

Just a minute, Mr. Gould.

I think it's time
you learned a few things

about how to conduct yourself.

As a man and as a lawyer.

Right now you are not
much of either.

You're surface bright,
Mr. Gould,

like those children's toys
they make now,

but they break easily.
They snap between your fingers.

The least amount of pressure

and they're in pieces
on the floor.

They're just toys, Mr. Gould,
not the real thing. Know why?

Because they haven't
got the strength.

They're just like you,
Mr. Gould.

They don't have the insides.

You know what I'm saying,
Mr. Gould?

They're cheap.

They're infantile
and they're gutless.

( clicks )

Hey, kid.

The name is Gould.

All right, all right.

What's everybody getting
so excited about?

It's only a game, isn't it?

A game?
Ask him if it's a game.

( dialing )

( engine starts )

You want some company?

I may not be back
for quite a while.

It's okay with me.

Get in.

No, I haven't seen him,

but it figures
he's around somewhere.

You mean it's only a hunch?

Well, sure, it's a hunch.

But you know old Lazer's
always trying to give

some sleeping dog
a kick in the head.

And then there's that business
about the drinking, right?

It figures he must have
got that from Kimble himself.

Nah, he could have made that up.

Come on, Pulaski just add it up,
will ya?

And then toss
in that Lexington tip.

Well, now,
I'm finally coming across.

I'm doing you a favor
you cretin.

Look, they'll be here
all afternoon. Okay? Okay.

He's a nice cop,
but he must take thick pills.

He's going along?

At the risk of my neck
if he comes up empty.

It wasn't as if my father
were a lawyer or anything.

Matter of fact,
he was a salesman.

You want to hear the topper?

You ready?

He was a toy salesman.

( chuckles )

Funny, huh?

No.

Why the law?

I don't know. There was never
any question of anything else.

Some kids grow up with
Robin Hood and Monte Cristo.

With me it was always
Erie Stanley Gardner

or Famous Jury Trials.

So when it came time
to choosing a law school,

there wasn't any question.

Wherever G. Stanley Lazer
was going to teach

then that's where
I was going to be.

You know that he even worked
with Darrow once?

Well, there are some people
that say that Darrow

wasn't such a saint either.

Yeah, but I wasn't
looking for a saint.

I wasn't looking
for a father either,

if that's going
to be your next bet.

I'm not going to bore you
with a lot of junk

about the young man trying
to find himself or anything.

I needed something
to hold on to.

An image,
if you want to call it that.

That was Lazer.

You know what I mean?

I mean, that was me.

It's-- It's--
It's as though...

you were looking in a mirror
all your life,

and what you saw you like,

and then one morning
you wake up and you realize

you've been looking into a--
A funny mirror.

You know, the kind they use
in the amusement parks,

And-- And when you really
see yourself as you are,

as you really are,

it makes you sick.

Well, I guess you believe
what he said this afternoon

was the truth.

Well, I know he must
have been right,

because when pressure was on,
you walked out.

What do you care?

I need you in that courtroom,
Mr. Gould.

You know what he's trying to do.

He's trying to prove to me

that he can get me off
in a new trial.

Yeah, I figured that.

Look, he's an old man.
He's bitter.

Yeah, he's bitter,
but maybe he has a reason.

The fact is he picked you,

because he thought
you'd give him a fight.

When he took the boxing gloves
off in that courtroom

this afternoon
you turned around and you ran.

He was hitting below the belt.
You knew that.

Well, then hit back.

What do you think
a murder trial is?

You know, what you're asking
me to do isn't easy.

I mean, going back
in there after this--

Nothing's easy.

If you want idle advice, well,
just don't look in a mirror,

any kind of a mirror,
ever again in your life,

because you're not going
to like what you see

if you don't go back.

Want a ride back?

That's why I paid for the beer.

( dramatic theme playing )

Is he in there?

He's sorry for it.
I know it.

Is he?

He's put all his hopes in this
case and it's going badly.

Am I supposed to go in there
and hold his hand?

"Dear Mr. Chips,
we're sorry you're old and mean,

but we love you anyway."

Is that the way it goes?

He's back.

A masochist.

That boy actually
worshipped you.

God knows why, but you were
the man he wanted to be.

In fact, he was so hung
on the legend of the great

G. Stanley Lazer
that he believed

everything you said in there
this afternoon was true.

He was angry,
but he believed what you said.

Where was I wrong?

I'll tell you where
you were right.

You said he was good.
He's good.

In fact, he's so good
that he's making

the great Stanley Lazer
look bad.

The trial's not over yet.

He's winning.

LAZER:
I don't know that he's winning.

Yes, you do.

If it weren't for that wounded
vanity of yours

you'd be proud of it.

"Proud."

Of Gould?

Who taught him?

What do you mean?

I mean good lawyers
don't just happen, do they?

Just think what you could have
done for him if you'd tried.

I am not a teacher.

I did not choose this life,

I was damned to it just
as you were to yours.

I've heard about your accident.

I know how it affected
your health.

It cost me my health
and it cost me my wife.

And let me tell you, doctor,
I was not driving that car.

My wife was driving and she
lost control and she was killed

because she was not sober.

How do you think I know about

a neglected wife's
capacity for martinis?

Perhaps I didn't indulge her,

but I loved her too much
to lose her that way.

And I loved my profession too
much to be cut off, like this,

to rot in a classroom
playing nursemaid and teacher

to a bunch of kids.

It's not those kids' fault
that you are 70 years old.

They didn't drive the car.

They didn't put you
in that wheelchair.

But you won't put the blame
where it belongs, will you,

so they're guilty.

No trial, nothing.

Guilty!

And what are they guilty of,
professor?

Of being young?

Are they guilty of wanting
to be what you were?

Were they guilty of trespassing

on some private little
kingdom of yours?

Just what are they guilty of?

You would have made a good
lawyer yourself, doctor.

You didn't even hear...

I heard.

Are you all through?

I'm sorry.

The trial will be starting
in a few minutes.

You'd better get back.

We believe the state
has proved its case

beyond any reasonable doubt.

Richard Kimble did willfully
and deliberately take the life

of another human being:
his wife.

Therefore,
he must pay the penalty

as demanded by the law.

It matters not that
he is a member

of an honorable profession,

a doctor, whose very oath
binds him irrevocably

to the preservation
of human life.

Yet he brutally and wantonly
destroyed a human life.

Because I believe so strongly

in the principle
of equal justice under the law,

I have no doubt that after
due deliberation

you will bring back
the only possible verdict.

Guilty of murder
in the first degree.

I'm gonna call Pulaski again.

Maybe I can light a fire.

Gentlemen, I am forced to say
that the State has presented

and very strong case,

and it has presented that case
in a thoroughly skillful manner.

True, each element
in the State's case

is based wholly and completely
on circumstantial evidence.

Here we go.

But it is also true

that we have been unable
affirmatively to refute

such evidence
except through the testimony

of the defendant himself.

And this has not been enough.

I suppose I should take
this opportunity to attack

the State's case
in some slashing display

of rhetoric to cloud

the real issues with some sort
of legalistic double talk.

However, the District Attorney
has left little room for this.

And I have too much respect
for the intelligence of you

gentlemen to expect success
from such tactics.

But I should like you
to consider, if you will,

the defendant himself.

What manner of human being
are we judging here today?

A member of one
of the great professions,

he now stands before this court

even as the most
humble supplicant.

What he asks from you
is only this: compassion.

He's a man whose very vocation
demanded a dedication

far beyond that required
of the ordinary man.

Perhaps he gave too much,

shutting out
that which should have been

most important to him:

family, friends,
and even humanity.

And then, suddenly,

he was thrust out
of the only life he knew.

Unable, then,
to do the very work,

which, for him,
made any life meaningful.

He was exiled
to a world he hated.

Hated only because
it was strange to him,

and because--

Because memories
of mountain tops

blinded him to the beauties
of the valley.

He had such an abundance of hate
that he built a wall of it,

a wall so high that no man

could extend a hand
over it in friendship.

He's not talking about Kimble.

He never was.

He has no one now.
His wife, a lonely woman,

taken from this Earth

in a pointless and insane
moment of violence.

And though the woman was dead,
the man still selfishly

scratched at his own wounds,

until he was marked by scars

that cut deep
into his very soul.

This, then, is the man
you are asked to judge.

I commend him to your mercy.

Gentlemen of the jury,

it is now my duty
to instruct you

in the law applicable
to this case.

( ominous theme playing )

Boy, you took your time.

Where is he?

Well, he's not in the courtroom,
but I've got an idea. Come on.

Yeah.

You should remember
that the District Attorney

must have done more
than establish

the defendant's guilt
by a preponderance of evidence.

( door shuts )

Uh, he must have done so
beyond a reasonable doubt.

On the other hand,

the mere fact
that the District Attorney's

case is based primarily
on circumstantial evidence

should not cause you to minimize
such evidence or to give it less

weight than you would direct
or eye witness testimony.

Sorry, you can't leave
the courtroom.

TYLER:
You may, in your discretion,

and if you find
against the defendant,

include in your verdict
a recommendation

with respect to the sentence.

Hey, buddy,
would you do me a favor?

My girl's in the back over
there in front of the cop

and her sorority will really
get a kick out of it

if they could see her
on television.

TYLER:
You understand...

Kid says they've
got about a dozen sets

all over the campus,
but there's three of them

right here in this building.
Let's go.

TYLER:
The bailiff will now
escort you gentlemen

to the place where you will
commence your deliberations.

Thanks, buddy.

TYLER:
You have any questions with
respect to the facts presented

in evidence
or to the applicable law,

please notify him,

and the available information
will be sent in to you.

( tense theme playing )

COP:
The set in Lazer's office
was still warm.

The secretary claims
she was using it.

Take the door.

Yeah, it figures.

Get Johnson and Karp
and let's get out of here.

If he was around here,
which I doubt,

he's had plenty of time
to get away.

I'm not going to take a dozen
men off their job just because

you've got some hunch.

And the next time you get one
of your great ideas,

call somebody else, huh?

I understand he started
out as a crosswalk guard.

I'll bet he was good at it.

Come on, let's go.

Gentlemen,
have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

It didn't take long.

Will the defendant
rise and face the jury.

What is that verdict?

We find the defendant
not guilty.

( dramatic theme swells )

( dramatic theme playing )

You're sure you don't want
to go through with it?

Do you?

You know as well as I do that
verdict yesterday was mine,

not yours.

They were letting me off.

You won the case for me.

I couldn't win in a real
courtroom for you.

Young Gould proved that.

Why not?

Intangible, doctor.

There's some kind of chemistry
that works against you.

You.

A doctor.
Accused as you are.

You're going to have
to find your one-armed man.

Then you do believe
I'm innocent?

Of course.

Now, get going.

I've got a few young minds
that need twisting.

Thanks, professor.

Thank you.

NARRATOR:
Another town, another name.

The search continues.

And Richard Kimble
now knows beyond any doubt

that it must continue.

There is no resting place
for a fugitive.

( dramatic theme swells )

( dramatic theme playing )