All language subtitles for TheFugitive2x06tiger.left.tiger.right.eng

You ever been to Miami Beach?

Yes.

With a girl?

Yes.

Particular girl?

Particular, yes,
but she didn't carry a gun.

I've heard about
those nights down there.

They're warm, very warm.

I'll bet we could really
swing down there.

Just the three of us.

You and me...

and all that money.

NARRATOR:
The Fugitive.

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.

Frees him to run before
therelentless pursuit

of the police lieutenant
obsessed with hiscapture.

ANNOUNCER:
The guest stars
in tonight's story:

Leslie Nielsen,

Carol Rossen,

Jeanne Bal.

Tonight's episode
"Tiger Left, Tiger Right".

NARRATOR:
Those who run need sanctuary:

a time and a place to catch
their breath and plan ahead.

On the estate
of a wealthy couple,

Richard Kimble has found
a temporary haven.

Hey, Frank, look.

Watch yourself, Glenn.

Look, Mom.

( dramatic theme playing )

Frank, is he hurt?

It might be a broken arm.

He's probably
sprained his ankle too.

Oh, Glennie, I've told you
a dozen times about that wall.

Come on, partner,
you get a free ride.

I'll, uh...
I'll call the doctor.

No, let's take him right in.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Is he gonna hurt me, Frank?

Maybe a little.

But you're a brave boy,
aren't you?

Will you stay with me, Frank?

Yeah, sure I will.

( dramatic theme playing )

Yes, yes. We're
at Dr. Garber's office now.

No, no.
I don't think it's serious.

Probably nothing
but a simple sprain.

We'll take an x-ray
at the hospital to be sure.

We're going over
to the hospital.

Why don't you meet us there?

I-I know you're busy,
but-but this is Saturday.

All right, then you can just
stay there.

It's only his son.

DR. GARBER:
All right, young man,
let's test that ankle.

How does it feel?

Okay.

Fine.

We'll have that arm fixed up
in no time.

Would you want me
to go with him?

No, don't bother, Frank.

You can take the car back.

Dr. Garber
will drop us off later.

Then you'll tell me about it
when you get home, huh?

Frank...

thank you.

You having trouble?

Well, uh, let's see,

something wrong
with the distributor I think.

Want me to give you a hand?

Thank you. I sure appreciate it.

Well, it doesn't look
too serious.

Good.

( dramatic theme playing )

( phone rings )

I'll get it.

Hello.

Uh, let me talk to your mother.

It's for you, Mom.

Hello.

Hello.

Mrs. Pryor?

Yes.

Now, you look,
I've got your husband.

What?

If you want to get him back

you're gonna have to pay me
$100,000.

What are you talking about?

I guess you heard me all right.

Now you better start thinking
about that money.

For your information, my husband
is right here at home.

Believe me, I've got him

and I'm not going to
give him back until you pay.

It's the first time
I've done this kind of thing

and I'm nervous about it,
so don't kid around with me

because I might hurt the man.

I don't know what kind of
a sick mind you've got

but I don't appreciate
your sense of humor.

( dramatic theme playing )

Cheyney...

did you make the call?

Cheyney, did you make the call?

Yeah.

Yeah, well,
what'd she say, Cheyney?

Will you answer me?

Come on.

Now, Cheyney, no more of that.

Wake up.
Stop.

Come on, get up.

Frank Jordan?

Who the devil's Frank Jordan?

I'm Frank Jordan.

You empty-minded jerk.

What were you doing in the car
with his wife and kid?

I'm the gardener.

The boy got hurt in the yard.

I was driving him to the doctor.

Calluses and dirt
under the nails.

Well, that's no millionaire,
that's the hired help.

Congratulations, you got us
a real prize, didn't you?

Ah, what am I supposed to do?

The kid was even hugging him.

The gardener. That's terrific.

What's he worth, Cheyney?
Five dollars, maybe 10?

Oh, don't. Don't.

Pryor, I wanted.

I wanted to make him
sweat out every minute.

What'd you say your name was?

Frank.

Not a bad looking guy, Frank.

Never mind how he looks.

How long
you been with the Pryors?

Two months.

He says the kid hugged you.

So?

Nothing but a lousy gardener.

But he's alive.

Pryor might not want
a dead man on his conscience.

Yeah, what does he care?

What he did to me.
He sits on his pennies.

Yeah, what have we got to lose?

Some money is better
than no money.

All you gotta do
is make another phone call.

Well, if you won't do it,
I will.

All right, all right.

You're in luck, Frank.

We're gonna trade you in.

Ordinarily,
I wouldn't have asked you

to drop by, Lieutenant.

Probably just a crank call.

Something else happened
this morning that disturbed us.

Oh, thank you very much,
Mr. Pryor.

What was it that disturbed you?

Well, we found one of our cars
down the road.

It was abandoned,
the key still in the ignition.

Stolen?
No, nothing like that.

Our gardener was bringing it
back from town.

Look, it's probably just
a false alarm.

I think he got bored
with this job and took off.

Frank would have told us.
He's a responsible man.

My wife has great faith
in human nature, lieutenant.

She should have been
a social worker.

Mike, a man is missing.
He may be in trouble.

Wait, wait.
There's no harm in checking.

Want to give us a description?
Doug.

His name's Frank Jordan.

He's in his mid-30s,
6'1" or 2". Dark hair.

Comes from, uh...

I don't know.

Do you, Laura?

No.

Oh, would-would a picture help?

Yes, very much, Mrs. Pryor.

I took one on Glenn's birthday.
He wanted Frank in the picture.

I, uh, think it's in Glenn's
bedroom. Excuse me.

( phone rings )

Hello.

Hello. Mr. Pryor?

That's right. Who's this?

Never mind.

How's your family gardener?

What about him?

Well, he's gonna die
unless you cough up $25,000.

That-that's a lot of money.

How can I be sure
you've got him?

Well, you'll just have to
take that on faith.

And Pryor, the man
I really wanted was you.

That's very flattering.

Maybe.

But unless you want him
to die in your place,

you better get that money.

Well, I'll--
I'll have to think about it.

Well, don't you take long.

I'll call back
and don't you call the police.

You're being watched.

Hello? Hello?

Did you recognize that voice?
Was that anybody you knew?

No, I don't think so.

Was that him again?

Yes. He's got Jordan.

Apparently I was number one
on his shopping list

but he made a mistake.

Are those the pictures,
Mrs. Pryor?
Oh, yes.

Yes, this one.

( dramatic theme playing )

You know this guy?

No. I don't think so.

Do you?

Hmm...

Maybe not.

Look, we've got work to do.
Notify the local FBI.

Fill them in.
Yes, sir.

He told me to stay away
from the police.

It's too late for that,
Mr. Pryor.

We're already in it.

Suppose he's watching?

No, he isn't.
At least not yet.

I've had a squad car parked
in your driveway all this time.

He wouldn't have called
if he was.

Where are you going?

To my office.
This picture, it bothers me.

I want to check it out
with our files.

Uh-uh.

Just stretching my legs.

Stretch 'em
on that side of the room.

You sure you could use that gun?

Mister, I'm just one step away
from $25,000.

You'd better believe
I'll use this gun if I have to.

Mind if I have a cigarette?

Who are you trying to impress?

Impress?

Nobody's really that cool.

Your life is in danger.

I guess it is.

You want one of these?

When I do,
I'll get one.

Put them back on the table.

I don't mean to antagonize you.

Well, just what do you mean?

Well, we're both here.

Until Cheyney gets back...

might as well relax.

Sure.

We could cuddle up
and have a ball...

and then you'd grab the gun
and check out.

I said you were good-looking,
but don't take me to heart.

Cheyney's my husband.

That's right.

Me and he promised to love,
honor and obey.

You didn't think
I was his type did you?

Not particularly.

Yeah, well, he wasn't always
on crutches.

Before the accident
he was quite a guy.

I mean, all my friends
used to envy me.

And I really loved him.

( car pulls up )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Did he give you any trouble?

He's still here, isn't he?

What about the car?

I'll take it around back later.

Isn't that sweet?
He brought one for you.

Thank the man.

Thank you.

Hear anything on the radio?

No.

Pryor's kept his mouth shut.

You're wasting your time.

He's not going to pay
any money for me.

I'm not important to him.

You'd better be.

Do you mean to say that I had

a convicted murderer
right here in my house?

Yes, sir.

And in spite of that
you expect my cooperation?

I'm afraid we need it.

Well, the man's a killer.
Why should I help him?

Because they may kill him
if you don't, Mr. Pryor.

Well, that's not the point.

You only want to save him
so you can execute him.

What difference does it make
how he dies?

Mike.

No, I mean it.

They want to put him

in the electric chair
or the gas chamber.

They're asking me to finance it.

Well, look at it this way,
Mr. Pryor.

If the kidnapper escapes,
he may try it again.

Next time he'll get
an innocent victim.

How do I know
it is a kidnapping?

Maybe Kimble's
behind the whole thing.

It's probably just a scheme
to extort money.

Mike, we both know him.
He's not that kind of man.

I'm not gonna argue about it.

I'll stay here by the phone.

I'll help them trace his calls.

That's as far as I go.

( dramatic theme playing )

That crutch is driving me crazy.

Why don't you give up, Cheyney?

Not a chance.

He's gonna pay.

For what?

For this.

You know what it feels like
to be dead from the waist down?

It's a whole new ballgame,
mister.

Pryor didn't put you
on crutches, did he?

Didn't he?

You're talking too much.

You know, a couple years ago,

I busted loose
from the Signal Corps.

I was gonna knock the world
on its tail.

I got hit by a truck,
that's how this happened.

Do you know who owned
that truck?

Pryor.

Got a fleet of them
all over the country.

It was an accident.
He wasn't driving.

I'm not finished.

When I came to in the hospital,

a lawyer was standing
over my bed

with a piece of paper
for me to sign.

He said they'd pay
for the operation.

I didn't know any better
so I signed it.

That took Pryor and his company
off the hook.

How many operations
did you have?

Three and they didn't take.

Legally I couldn't get back
at Pryor any more.

But I wrote him lots of letters
and I asked him for work.

Anything: a janitor,
elevator operator,

and he didn't answer,
not one of them.

That's when Irene got the smart
idea to grab a hold of Pryor.

You had a raw deal.

But this isn't going to work.

So, what are you trying
to tell me?

I should let you go?

So you can run to the cops.

I won't do that.

Sure.

I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?

I'm in trouble.

If I go to the police,
they'll arrest me.

You mean you got a record?

Yeah, something like that.

It's a trick.

I don't know.

He don't talk like a gardener.

Let me walk out that door,

I'll be a hundred miles
from here by the time it's dark.

You're not gonna listen
to him, are you, Cheyney?

Pryor owes me
for a new pair of legs.

I'm gonna collect.

Why do we need another phone?

Mr. McIntire here wants to keep
a line open to his company.

That way we can try
for a quick trace

if the kidnapper calls again.

Stand by down there.

And don't go out for coffee.

I'm leaving this off the hook.

All set, lieutenant.

No promises, though.

Everybody's hedging their bets
around here.

What, uh, what are the chances
of getting him back, Mr. Warren?

It's hard to say, Mrs. Pryor.

We're doing everything
we can do.

Without your husband's help,
I don't know.

Mr. McIntire, what exactly is
the problem downtown?

Well, there is no actual
problem, sir.

It's just a matter of time

and we can't guarantee
that we can trace--

It's not the question
of guarantee.

I think if this thing
can be set up--

Mike, I want to talk to you.

Mm-hmm...

Why can't you look at me?
Are you ashamed?

Ashamed?

You should be.

You know, Mike,
I've learned to live

with your indifference to me,

but you're allowing
a decent man to die

by ignoring him like this,

by acting as if
he doesn't exist.

Define "decent" for me, Laura.

You've seen a great deal more
of Kimble than I have.

I've seen him doing your job
with your son.

And whatever he's suffering now
is in your place.

"In my place." Well, let's
discuss that for a minute.

Mike, I'm just asking you
to help the man.

I-I didn't ask him
to suffer anything for me,

or to take my place
as a father...

or anything else.

If you feel that we owe him
some personal debt,

I wish you'd tell me why.

( dramatic theme playing )

No.

No, Mike, I can't tell you why.

I can only tell you that--

That after 12 years...

you suddenly turn my stomach.

Lieutenant...

tell me what
you want me to do.

Now, you really don't
want out of here, do you?

I mean, if what you say is true,

out's no better than in,
is it?

Well, maybe you're right.

Why keep looking out
those windows?

Why keep looking
at those pictures?

Why keep looking
at these pictures?

Miami, Florida.

Fresh air and sunshine.

Same thing out there.

I ain't never been around
the quiet type very much.

I wonder what you're like
when you really flip.

Well, I'm glad I'm
an interesting novelty for you.

You ever been to Miami Beach?

Yes.

With a girl?

Yes.

Particular girl?

Particular, yes,
but she didn't carry a gun.

I heard about
those nights down there.

They're warm.

Very warm.

And all that sand.

I'll bet we could
really swing down there.

Just the three of us.

You and me...

and all that money.

Would, uh, you gentlemen
like any more coffee?

No, no, no, thank you,
Mrs. Pryor.

( phone rings )

( dramatic theme playing )

Hello, Fred?
This could be it.

Remember, keep him talking
as long as you possibly can.

Hello.

( clears throat )

Hello.

Speaking.

Yes, you'll get the money.

Tell them to hurry.

I don't know
how long he can stall.

Wait a minute, is he all right?

( dramatic theme playing )

MR. PRYOR:
I wanna talk to him.

Hello... hello?

He hung up.

( sighs )

MR. PRYOR ( on recording ):
Hello. Hello?

CHEYNEY ( on recording ):
Pryor?

Speaking.

Make up your mind?

Yes. You'll get the money.

Do you have it there?

Not yet.The bank is
sending it over by messenger.

Make sure it's in small,
unmarked bills.

I'll call you later
and tell you where to leave it.

Wait a minute. Is he all right?

He's fine, so far.

I wanna talk to him.

He's not in the mood.
I'll call you later.

Hello?

Is that the man you spoke to,
Mrs. Pryor?

Yes.

Good boy, Fred.
Let's have it.

Gentlemen, we don't have
an address yet,

but it came from
the Oak Lane section.

Let's go.

When you get the address,
call my office.

They'll radio it out to me.

( dramatic theme playing )

MAN ( over radio ):
Address confirmed.

638-- Repeat.
--638 Foxcroft Road. Over.

Is there a telephone number?
Over.

Fitzroy 419.

All right. Thank you.
Over and out.

You know where that is?

A few miles from here.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Father, has anybody used that
phone in the last half hour?

No one.

I've been sitting here
working on Sunday's sermon.

Any visitors?

Not a soul.

They, uh, generally leave me
alone when I'm writing a sermon.

I have a reputation
for breathing brimstone.

Father, is there an extension
telephone in the church?

No, this is the only phone.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

I-I wish I could be
of more help.

Well, thank you, Father.

But I'm afraid you don't deal in

the kind of miracles
we're looking for.

Then right after the accident
you, uh...

you couldn't move your legs?

Not an inch.

These operations
you talked about,

were they brain operations?

No. On my spine.

For all the good that did me.

What do you know
about that stuff?

I, uh, used to work
in a hospital.

Is that what
you're on the run for?

Abortion?
No.

Well, all right,
you know all the facts...

let's hear it.

You got a new wonder drug
that will cure me.

All I got to do
is have another operation.

I should let you go and then I
check into a charity ward, huh?

Well, come on,
what's the verdict?

Well, no one can be sure without
a complete examination.

But from what
you've told me, I...

I doubt if you'll walk again.

Well, at least you're honest.

No song and dance.

Glory hallelujah.

I was hoping
it would be curable.

Give you another reason
for giving this up.

You still on that kick?

I never left it.

He listens to you.

Why don't you
talk him out of it?

I have 25,000 good reasons.

That's a lot of money.

Is it for Cheyney,
or is it for you?

Knock it off.

Now, you listen to me, mister.

Maybe I am in this
for the money.

Maybe I just am tired
of being nursemaid

and maybe I just want to
grab that kitty and run.

Irene.

But you're forgetting one thing:

maybe I love that
broken-down joke.

Then why don't you help him?

Oh, please.

Help me?

Now, you listen to me, buddy.

I make my own decisions.

Do you?

Yeah. What about Pryor?

He's going to pay off, isn't he?

For all you know, Mr. Pryor's
already called the police.

Oh, the police.

Well, that won't make
any difference.

If they're in on this,

they're sitting around
with egg on their face.

I sent them to church
and it isn't even Sunday.

( laughs )

This is probably
how he fooled you.

It's a test phone.

Our installation men
use them every day.

What for?

It lets them cut in
to check a line.

All the kidnapper would have
to do was get into

the church basement
and attach this to the terminal.

Then the call would go out
over Father Connelly's line.

Is the company
missing any of these?

He can make one himself
if he knows how.

MAN:
Great, isn't it?

He can call
from now until doomsday.

There's no way to trace it.

We might check the office.

See if one is missing.

I'll check it out.

What are you looking for?

Well, we gotta figure that
the kidnapper has a hideout

where he's keeping Kimble.

Chances are
it's not too far away

from Father Connelly's church.

I don't see him
doing much traveling

just to make a phone call.

Shall we concentrate
on that area?

Yeah, we send out every
available squad car.

Would you get on it, Doug?
Right.

I was just thinking...

Kimble won't be very happy
when you show up.

Yeah, and he won't be very happy
if we don't.

( dramatic theme playing )

( car stopping )

The cops.

Couldn't know we're here. They'd
be breaking down the door.

Watch it.

Shh.

( suspenseful theme playing )

What were you gonna do
with the gun, shoot it?

Here's the plan, Mr. Pryor.

We're hoping to pick him up
after you make the drop.

Now, the entire area
will be staked out.

Sooner or later, he'll have to
come and get this money.

Suppose that doesn't work?

Well, we have one other
contingency plan. Doug?

This is a radio transmitter.

Don't let the size fool you,
it's very powerful.

We'll cushion it in foam rubber.

Before we put the money
into the briefcase,

we'll sew it into the lining.

It'll beam a signal that
we can trace by triangulation.

We can use the directional
antennas on our car

to get a fix on it.

If they're in the neighborhood,
won't we scare him off?

No, not if we follow
at a safe distance.

Once we give this baby a voice,
we'll know exactly where it is,

and we won't be
very far behind it.

( phone rings )

Hello?

CHEYNEY:
Now listen carefully.

An hour from now,
drive down Highway 126,

between Springfield
and Waterville.

You keep your headlights on
and when you see a light

flashing at the side of the
road, you throw the money out.

Now, you got that?

Yes.

And you don't stop.

Just drive by.

Don't bring the cops with you,

otherwise your gardener's
a dead man.

That's very clever.

Highway 126 is in flat country.

There are no trees,
no places of concealment.

We can't afford a stake out.

Well, looks like we'll have to
depend on this.

Mike.

Be careful.

I'm just a delivery boy.

Thanks.

( starts engine )

I'd better get out there.

Well, a few more minutes,
it'll all be over.

And then what?

Then I start living,
like a human being.

Alone?

I won't be alone.

After she gets that money?

Lay off of her.

Are you afraid I'm right?

I said, lay off of her.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Let's go.

Thanks.

No. No, sir.
That's all you can do.

We'll keep you posted.

Pryor made the drop.
Any word yet?

Not yet.

Now, this is Highway 126.

The kidnapper picked up the
briefcase somewhere along here.

We have two cars in the area.

When the reports start coming
in, I want you to triangulate

so we can get a location.

( beeping )

That's it, get out your map.

Car 6, calling Control.
Car 6, calling Control.

Come in, please. Over.

Come in, 6.

We picked up a signal.
It's weak but we're on it.

Over.

Where?

Where are you?

About a mile east of the bridge.
Over.

Stay with it. Over and out.

Control calling Car 5,
calling Car 5.

Signal reported
one mile east of bridge.

Proceed at once
and establish fix.

( laughing )

It's all here, honey.

I'll take these out to the car.

Okay.

Get the rest of the gear.

No more.

( dramatic theme playing )

( car engine starts )

Hey...

what's going on here?

Irene.

Irene!

She's gone.

I mean, she's gone.

( crying )

Car 5 on Paper Mill Road,
6 moving in on Woodlawn.

Signal growing stronger.

Location narrowed to the general
area of West Oak Lane.

( over radio ):
Will keep you informed.

Listening. Out.

Thank you, Control.
Over and out.

Headed for West Oak Lane.

Look, Cheyney,
I know the police.

They should be
very close by now.

The main thing is that I...
I don't really blame her.

I try to, but I can't.

The only chance you ever had
was to grab the money and run.

Smart.

That's right.

She was smart
to get out when she did.

Forget about her.

Let me go...

and you get out of here
before they catch us.

I guess I'm...

not much of a man
for a woman like that.

All right, Cheyney.

( cocks gun )
Hold it.

I've got to gamble.
It's either you or the police.

( car stopping )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Cheyney?

Where is he?

I was thinking...

Well, who ever--

Take care of you?

Well, stop staring
like an idiot.

Let's get out of here.

Yeah, okay.

All right, come on.
You, too.

( over radio ):
Positive fix, lieutenant.

Signal coming from Fremont area
near Dunkirk Road.

And moving.

( beeping )

He's heading for Highway 99.

It'll take him
right into California.

Hello, Control,
this is Lieutenant Hess.

Have Car 5 meet me
at the junction

of Dunkirk Road and US 99.

Dunkirk Road and US 99.

We'll throw up a roadblock.
Over and out.

Get out.

Go on, get out.
Three's a crowd.

Good luck, wise guy.

Well, we'll hit Highway 99 soon.

Which way you want to go?

Whichever way you go.
You're driving.

I'm stuck.

( laughs )

( beeping )

Well, now, let's spread out.
Spread out.

( adventure theme playing )

( beeps increasing )

"I'm not asking for a handout,
all I want is honest work.

"Please write and tell me
if there are any jobs available.

Sincerely, Harold Cheyney."

That poor man.

Where did you find
those letters?

In our files.
My staff screened them out.

I never even saw them.
Oh, Mike.

That's what happens
when a business gets too big.

You get insulated by red tape.

The man was asking for help
and I never even heard him.

What, uh,
what are you going to do?

I'm gonna try to help him now.

I'll get him the best defense
attorney available.

Surely there are enough
extenuating circumstances

to make a difference.

What is it?

( sighs )

Who's going to help him?

NARRATOR:
The life of a fugitive,
seldom downhill.

Richard Kimble moves on.

The hunter and the hunted.

Free now
to continue his search.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )