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I want this man arrested.

- What's your name? - Richard Kimble.

He killed my wife three years ago.

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 man y 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.

Carol Rossen,

Michael Strong.

Hold it right there.

In there.

Get your hands up on the wall there.

What'd I--?

Says here your name's Paul Miller. Is that right?

That's right.

Turn around, Mr. Miller.

Just a routine check, Mr. Miller.

Thank you.

You hear me, Miller?

Get out of Clark City.

Quick and far.

And stay out.

A man on the run comes to expect neither justice nor mercy.

Every hand is against him.

Every face turns away from his pain,

In such moments, the thread of hope, of life itself,

stretches to the breaking point.

Well, how did it go?

We gave him the word, Mr. Cramer.

He seemed real impressed.

Thank you.

I hope you didn't think I was trying to steal it.

Listen, mister, you better get to a hospital.

No hospital.

Boy, you're in bad shape.

I know.

What happened to you?

Didn't you see them?

Uh-uh.

I just come by the alley and seen you laying there.

Ooh-- Oh. That-- That's it. That's the worst.

What's your name?

Why?

When someone does you a favor, you--

I didn't help you, mister. I don't even know you.

You think I want the oops mad at me?

- I thought you didn't see anything. - You were hit by a oar.

Now hold still. I think you're still bleeding.

Why did the police run me out of town?

Up until two days ago, I'd never been in Clark City.

You hustlers are just too much.

You try to muscle in on the action and then you yell when you get pounded.

What were you doing? Trying to book some bets?

Start a crap game, shoot some pool?

Look, all the gambling in this town is run by one outfit

and they pay the oops off pretty good to keep it that way.

I�m not a gambler. Why would they think I was?

Okay, I believe you.

But they don't.

I'm looking for a man.

I saw him a couple of days ago about two blocks from here.

I'm not leaving town until I find him.

Well, take my advice. Forget your friend.

He's no friend.

Well, maybe he's the one who got the cops on you.

He wouldn't go anywhere near the police.

If I were you, I'd forget the whole thing, get out of town like they said.

I can't.

So who do I see to get this thing straightened out?

I'm sorry, mister, but the hospital just closed up.

Yeah.

Well, everything seems to be working all right.

Thank you.

Haven't done anything that 10 bucks won't cover.

Here.

Thank you.

And don't slam the door.

Hi.

Yeah?

A guy wanted to get a bet down on a horse, where would he go?

Right over there. Elite Cleaners.

Hey, you're an honest man.

Most cab drivers would have taken me around the block.

Yeah, I make a living.

Don't I have to say something silly like, "Mike sent me," something like that?

Yeah, well, what kind of Mike sent you?

You walk in, you make a bet, you walk out, huh?

Thank you.

Yes, sir.

They, uh, told me I could place a bet on a horse here.

Oh, they told you right.

What horse, what track, what race, win, place, show?

Uh, Toy Box, the third at Hollywood Park to win.

Well, how much?

Well, I hope you don�t mind a small bet.

All I've got's a buck.

A buck on the nose. Lifeblood of the business.

You win, you tell your friends. You lose, you try again, right?

Can I ask you something?

Don't see why not.

Who runs the gambling in this town, huh?

No gambling in this town.

Six-letter word for beach.

Starts with an S.

S.

- Strand. - Huh?

S-T-R-A-N-D.

S-T-R-- Yeah. Heh-heh-heh.

Do you want a cab?

Well, that depends.

Trying to find the guy who runs the gambling in this town.

Ah?

Why tell me?

I never met a cab driver yet that didn't know what was going on.

Washington?

Just a private fellow with a private problem.

Yeah, well, it'll cost you, pal.

That's a 10-buck trip, uh, in advance.

Everything in this town cost 10 bucks?

Over there, in that building.

Place you once called Enright Investments.

Takes up the whole sixth floor.

Mortgages, real estate, insurance.

Guy you vvant's Oliver Enright.

Only you didn't hear it from me.

What happened to the honest cab driver?

You want information, you pay for it.

You want free information, you ask a cop.

Only maybe you don't think that's such a good idea.

Thanks.

- Morning. May I help you? - Morning.

Yes, I'd like to see Mr. Enright. My name is Paul Miller.

Are you expected, Mr. Miller?

No.

May I inquire as to the nature of your business?

It's personal.

I see.

- Is Mr. Enright acquainted with you? - No.

Mr. Enright's a very busy man

and I'm afraid that seeing him just now is out of the question.

I'll wait.

Oh, I'm afraid that's impossible.

Maybe if you could write a letter stating the nature of your business,

maybe an appointment could be made.

You got a phone book?

"Enright

205 Martin Lane." Is that correct?

Mr. Enright is not at home, Mr. Miller.

I'll wait out in front until he is.

Well, if you�d just have a seat, I�ll see what I can do.

Hello, Mr. Miller. May I help you?

T�"'

I'll wait and talk to Mr. Enright.

Please turn around, Mr. Miller.

Thank you.

One moment, please.

Mr. Miller.

My name's Enright.

What do you want?

All right, Ralph.

Sit down.

You have, uh, three minutes, Mr. Miller.

At 12:20 last night, I was walking east on Cambridge Avenue.

Two uniformed policemen forced me into an alley and beat me up.

- They told me to get out of town. - They say why?

No, but I understand it's happened before to out-of-town gamblers.

Are you from, uh, out of town, Mr. Miller?

Yes, sir.

What's your business here?

- I'm looking for somebody. - And why come to me?

The sign on my door says real estate.

You have a complaint about police brutality,

you should be talking to Police Chief Abbott.

I'm not a voter and I don't pay taxes.

And I have no visible means of support.

Now, I could go to the police chief

and he could listen to me or he could not.

And I'd wind up in the hospital or worse.

Still doesn�t answer my question. Why come to me?

I understand you have some influence with the police.

I've been told this is a quiet town. I'm a very quiet man.

I would just like to stay here until I find the man I'm looking for.

How do I know you're telling me the truth?

About the beating?

Where could I reach you, Mr. Miller?

At the Clay Court Hotel.

Goodbye, Mr. Miller.

Chief Abbot speaking.

Oh, put him on.

Morning, Mr. Enright.

The name, uh, Paul Miller mean anything to you, John?

He was just in here.

He's from out of town.

He told me quite a story.

Well, what kind of story?

Well, now, that�s the first I�ve heard of it, Oliver.

To tell the truth, I find it hard to believe.

So did I.

Till I saw the marks on him.

Now, if any of your boys have the idea that they can run things on their own,

somebody should set them straight.

And soon.

I'll get on it right away.

Yes, sir.

- Yes? - Call the 6th Precinct.

Tell the captain two of his men are being charged

with beating up on a fellow by the name of Paul Miller last night.

I wanna know who those two men are

and I want a full report of the entire incident

just as quick as he can make it. Understand?

Right on it, chief

Oh, I'm sorry about the interruption, Cramer.

But I guess you know how your boss is

when he wants something done in a hurry.

He got a right. He pays pretty good.

Hello.

- Mr. Miller? - That�s right.

Mn Enright wants to see you immediately.

These are the two men who assaulted you.

I'll, uh, need your identification.

They're not the men.

If you said they were, I'd have had you out of town in the next five minutes.

Sit down.

At the exact time you claim you were beaten up,

these men were investigating a complaint nearly a mile away.

Now go on over to city hall.

See Police Chief Abbott.

He'll give you photographs of every man in the department.

I don't wanna get even, Mr. Enright.

- I just wanna-- - I don't care what you want.

I've got something to protect too.

A nice smooth-running operation

that draws customers from three other states.

We let a citizen shoot a little craps,

get his money down on a horse, find a nice girl to entertain him.

It's that kind of a town, Mr. Miller.

In fact, it's that kind of a world.

To satisfy the reform elements, we have to put the lid down

on every other type of crime.

That's why I have to know about those two patrolmen.

They didn't fill out a report.

And that means it was outside the department, a personal grudge.

That I will not sit still for.

Are you going to help me with this or not?

No.

If I identify those men, they'll deny it.

I can't prove anything.

The only reason I came to you

is because I thought you wanted me out of Clark City.

I was wrong. Let's leave it at that.

You, Ill, #fig town?

I have to. I told you why.

Got a job?

No.

Need one?

Maybe you'd like to join the police force, hmm?

I don't think so.

All right, Mr. Miller.

We can always find an opening for a man like you.

I'm the bait. Is that it, Mr. Enright?

You got the idea.

Now, if those two try again,

maybe I can find them.

Now, the, uh, pay is small,

but the job is honest.

Miller, go get us some more ice.

Good evening, Clay Court Hotel.

I�m sorry, sir. We don�t have a Mr. Miller in 211.

We have a Paul Miller in 208. Shall I try--?

Hello?

Hello?

What's on your mind, Mr. Cramer?

My old friend.

- You talking about Miller? - Yeah, he has a room at the hotel--

We know where he's at.

Things have changed, Mr. Cramer.

It turns out Miller's working for Mr. Enright.

A lousy bartender. Who cares what happens to him?

We do, Mr. Cramer. See you around.

He said he wants it done quick.

How quick?

Tonight if you can.

"All haste is from the devil."

An obscure Latin proverb, Mr. Cramer.

All right, tonight.

If at all possible.

Okay?

What's Mr. Enright doing, cutting corners?

My price doesn't change, $500 in advance.

I'm surprised at Mr. Enright.

A pleasure meeting you, sir.

Come back again, anytime.

Yeah, sure.

- Wanna ring me at 10:00? - Sure thing, Mr. Miller.

- Good night. - Good night, Mr. Miller.

What do you want?

I've got to come in. I've got to see you.

I got no time to see you.

Oh!

Listen, mister, you got no right busting in here like this.

I don't know you. I don't wanna know you.

My name is Paul Miller. I live at the Clay Court Hotel.

- And I want some answers. - I got no answers.

Get out before I start yelling my head off.

Go ahead and yell. Yell now or in court, it makes no difference.

- Court? Why? - That's right.

As a witness. You saw those two policemen that night.

You're gonna stand up in court and testify that you saw them.

I didn't see anyone in that alley but you.

- I don't know who you're talking about. - Cora.

Now, just listen to me.

I didn't wanna drag you into this.

But things have changed. Someone's trying to kill me.

I've got to know who they are and why.

- I don't know. It was dark. - It was light enough.

There was enough light from that street lamp.

I said I didn't know who you're talking about.

Now, you can't prove differently and you know it.

So will you get out of here?

Now, there's someone else who wants those answers.

They want the same answers as I do.

He doesn't know about you yet, but he will.

His name is Enright.

I ought to shove you off a bridge.

Why'd you hook up with him in the first place?

He dropped his wallet. I thought he was...

Listen, there's no way that he can

make me talk, you know that, Ted.

The man's just trying to help you, Cora.

Why do you wanna help me?

Were you the guy that he's looking for?

You must be out of your mind. Miller works here.

Relax. His shift doesn't start till 9 tonight.

Listen, fellas, um, can't you take care of this thing yourself?

I mean, I don't like to get mixed in, you know?

- You already got mixed in. - But I didn't do anything.

- I didn't say anything. - Yes, you did, Cora.

You said one word, oops.

No, he thought I said that. Really, he thought I s--

I don't like to see anybody get hurt.

Well, somebody�s gonna get hurl.

Now, how will you have it?

You or Miller?

Hey, mister.

Uh, did you tell him about me yet?

No.

I don't wanna get you into trouble, Cora.

Trouble?

See, I could get killed.

Um...

You know, I think I got something for you.

A girlfriend of mine knows this guy and there's something that he said.

She thinks that he may be the guy that you're looking for.

What does he look like?

Well, he�s, uh, dark and husky and he�s got one arm.

Where is he?

Well, I don�t know, but my girlfriend I works at an all-night hamburger joint.

Where?

- Can you get off work? - Yeah.

I'll take you there. My car's out back.

Oh, wait a minute. She doesn't wanna be seen talking to you.

Why don't you just go around back? There's a rear door in the alley.

Hey, doc.

I want you to check this against the county file.

Okay.

- I want this man arrested. - And what's your name?

My name is Richard Kimble.

He killed my wife three years ago.

Well, now, that�s a pretty serious charge, mister.

You got something to back that up?

You Contact Lieutenant Philip Gerard in Stafford, Indiana.

He'll give you the details.

What's your name?

Steve Cramer.

What this fella say true?

Yeah, this is, uh, Weber at the 3rd Precinct.

Let me speak to Captain Gilbert.

Let's go, doctor.

Where�s Lieutenant Gerard?

Sergeant said something about somebody we're supposed to meet.

Where are we going?

Now, don't go getting all excited, doctor.

You'll know all the answers soon enough.

You're Kimble, right?

I read about you.

Do you know me?

I don't think so.

I'm Victor Luchek.

You think old Vic is dead, huh?

Lots of people think this.

Victor Luchek, the big shot.

Now he's just an old man stuck away in a hick town.

Take them things off his hands.

You, punk, come here.

You make a lot of trouble for me, punk.

You come to a nice quiet town,

hook up with the outfit and everything is hunky-dory, huh?

Only you gotta step out of line.

Try to get a man killed.

Maybe louse up what takes me ten years to get going.

Maybe we stick your feet in a barrel of cement.

Drop you in the river.

- He was after me. - So you run.

Let him catch you someplace else. Not in Clark City.

I'm sick of running. For the first time--

Sit down, punk.

What's the matter, Ollie?

Maybe you lose your touch, huh?

This hotheaded punk shows up in town running a vendetta.

It ain't enough you let him stick around.

No.

You gotta go on sticking him on the payroll.

Maybe the old man, he'd like to know why.

If it ain't too much trouble.

I owed the man something, Vic.

Four years ago, in a Detroit bar, he stopped a drunk

from putting a knife through me.

A few months ago, I meet him on the street.

He's broke, needs a job.

I figured I owed him that much.

A punk like that, you don't give the time of day to

no matter what you owe him.

No more mistakes, Ollie.

Dr. Kimble, you wanna knock off this punk,

- it�s up to you, but-No, I want him alive, Mr. Luchek.

He's my only chance to clear myself.

But he don't want you alive.

Either way, we don't want your kind of trouble.

So get killed in some other town, Dr. Kimble.

Here, we got no use for victims, either.

I was hoping you'd turn him over to the Indiana Police.

You ask too much.

I don't give even a yellow dog to the police.

Maybe Mr. Enright, he will do this thing for you.

Mr. Enright is the big shot.

Come.

- I'll handle this, Bin. - Right.

How are you?

I tried to give you a break.

And you get me into this kind of trouble.

If anybody else did what you did, I'd kill him.

Get your car.

You, uh, saved my life once.

All right.

I'll give you a 24 hour start on this man.

With luck, that'll save your life.

And, uh, we're even.

Now, here's two weeks' pay.

Now, you get into that oar and you get out of town.

Don't ever show up around here again.

You stay here.

Mr. Enright.

Thank you.

Can I leave now?

You, uh--'? You a man of your word, Kimble?

I'd like to think so.

All right.

Give me your word you won't leave Clark City before noon tomorrow.

Hmm?

All right.

You leave before then,

I'll have the state police pick you up before you've gone 10 miles.

That will put you back on death row.

Clear enough?

Clear enough.

Goodbye, Mr. Kimble.

I wish I could say it was a pleasure to know you.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey!

- Mr. Enright. - Mm-hm?

You just lost yourself a car.

- Kimble? - Yeah.

That's too bad.

For him.

What do you say, Wendy? How are things going?

Attention, all units.

Intercept blue four-door sedan, license 88W-701,

believed northbound on Route 30 between Clark City and Glenbrook.

Driver's description, male, Caucasian, age 35.

- Let's move into position. - Height, 6 feet. Eyes, brown.

Registration, driver's license.

That's him up there.

Yeah, that's him, all right.

Quiet a ride you had.

Well, let�s see if we can give you a thrill on the way back.

Where are we going?

Mr. Enright wants to see you as soon as possible.

He said you stole his car.

The way you were traveling, you could have wrecked the car

and then you'd have been in real trouble, Mr. Miller.

Am I being arrested for stealing a car?

Come on, let's go.

Oh, I was close, Kimble.

I was that close to turning you in.

That's what you did to me.

You almost turned me into an informer.

You gave me your word and you broke it.

- I had to. - You give me your word, you keep it.

What kind of a world would it be if everybody went around lying?

All right, you got death row waiting for you.

That's just a minor annoyance compared to the trouble you'll be in

if I ever see you again.

Now you get out of this town and you stay out.

A man on the run must never stop,

After every fall, he must get up,

push on toward the same elusive goal,

a goal so close at times as to be only a heartbreak away.