All language subtitles for The Fugitive - 2x25 - May God Have Mercy.EN

Not long enough.

I came to check
on your condition.

I'm taking you back
to Stafford myself.

A QM Production.

An innocent victim
of blind justice,

en route to the death house.

he saw leave the scene
of the crime.

Freed him to run
before the relentless pursuit

Telly Savalas,

A man on the run
assumes many identities,

Thus, Dr. Richard Kimble,
now known as Harry Reynolds,

Once a respected pediatrician,
he finds a hint of security

can completely abandon
his past,

Find him, will you?

I need the lab reports
on Leonetti.

Leonetti in 307.

Well,
I get off at midnight.

The, uh, nurse would like
the lab reports.

Oh.

Tell her the doctor couldn't
operate without me, huh?

Ten months.

That's all, huh?

Maybe a year.

I'm a healthy man,
doctor.

I'm strong like a bull.

You could be wrong too.

Frequently.

But not this time.

What right have you got
to sentence a man to death, huh?

Lay down and die, just because-

And don't tell my wife
about this.

Is she gonna make me better?

You're going to need
Anne's help.

Four years ago,

This business with me.

I just don't want Anne to know

the same thing's
gonna happen to me.

I won't say anything
until I have to.

You can tell Anne
you have no ulcers.

Well, I don't care
what the inspector said.

All right, leave it on my desk,

Aren't you pleased?

Sure, I'm pleased.

I-

I'm gonna go down
to the office tonight.

Tomorrow.

How many tomorrows
does a guy have? Heh.

No, I'd better
take care of it now.

that's bothering you?

I wasted two days here.

Who?

Oh, well, darling, now,

that must have been
my imagination. I-

Victor, wait.

He's like a buzzard,
that Kimble. A vulture.

First, Jeannie,
and then his wife, and now...

I'll take a cab when I get
finished at the office.

You know better than that.
You were at the trial.

You heard him testify.

Darling,
back in Stafford,

His wife knew him
and she's dead,

And why, hm?

instead of being there
with her.

Operator?

If you want a doctor-

No, don't play games.
You don't have the time.

Anne Leonetti.
Do you remember?

You're a long way
from home.

Yes, well, my husband and I
left Stafford about a year ago.

Uh, Victor's developing
some real estate here.

He knows you're here, doctor,

and I'm sure he's called
the police by now.

You'd better hurry.

He still blames me
for Jeannie's death?

Yes.

And you don't?

I never did.

Thank you.

Go out emergency or whatever
and I'll drive around-

Doctor?

Yeah, that's our boy, all right.

He calls himself
Harry Reynolds,

spelled f-i-n-k.

I had him figured out
right from the start.

Not a sign of him.

He was here in the ward
just a few minutes ago.

Call headquarters,
Joe.

Tell them to drop a net
over this area.

Uh, Victor's overcoat's
in the back seat.

You'd better wear it
to hide those whites.

All right.

You let me off
at the next signal.

The bus depot's
just a few blocks from here.

Look, Anne, they can hold you
for aiding-

If I'd kept quiet,
you wouldn't be in this mess.

Victor never would've
seen you.

You know
why he hates you?

I mean,
the real reason?

Yes.

He blames me
for Jeannie's death.

No, no, no.

Nobody could have saved her.
I know that.

And Victor
knows that too.

But once he stops blaming you
for Jeannie's death,

he'll have to blame himself.

Anne,
I want to thank you for this.

Don't thank me, doctor.

Forgive me,

and my husband too.

When Jeannie had
that fatal attack,

I was in New York.

I went there
to see George Fogarty.

He's one of the leading
cardiac specialists.

About Jeannie?

He was the only man I knew
that could save her.

I had persuaded him to come
to Stafford, but by that time...

You did that for us?

Why didn't you tell us?

We had no idea.

Jeannie was gone.

All the good intentions
in the world...

Stay out of this.
Get out of here.

Don't get mixed up in it.

There he is.

Kimble!

Hold it, Kimble!
We'll shoot!

What's the matter?

Congratulations.

The police just shot Kimble.

They shot him?

Did you finally get
what you wanted, Victor?

All of a sudden
everything's my fault, huh?

The man's a killer,
so they shot him.

He got everything
he deserves.

Now, how do you know
what he deserves.

Who are you
to pass judgment on him?

You who have created nothing
but overpriced,

undersized houses,

instant slums,

suddenly your moral sense

is so outraged-
Wait a minute, Anne.

They gave us a good living,
those houses.

Oh,

Anne,

our life could have
been so perfect.

It still can be perfect,
Victor,

if you'd just
let yourself forget.

We could have had
more children.

We still can.

Oh, we'd still have
our little Jeannie

if your friend, Kimble-

Stop it, Victor.

He told us she needed
open-heart surgery.

He recommended
one surgeon after another.

But you didn't trust
his judgment,

and that's why she died, Vic-

Oh, Anne, don't.

The man you hated so much,
Victor,

was in New York when Jeannie
had her last attack.

Did you know that?

He went there
with his own money,

on his own time,

to get a heart specialist
for our daughter.

The best man in the country.

The one surgeon

that even you
would have to accept.

Who told you?

He did.

What did you expect?
He'd use any excuse.

Uh, operator,

I'd like to place a call

to New York City,

to Dr. George Fogarty.

Uh, no, I'm, uh-
I'm sorry, you'll-

You'll have to look up
the number.

Thank you.

Lieutenant, can you toss
a few crumbs to the reporters?

It's the lieutenant, boys.

How about some pictures,
lieutenant?

Settle down. Settle down!

Where's Kimble?

Now, this is a hospital,
not a press club.

First of all, his condition.

The doctor says the bullet tore
some tendons in his shoulder,

severed some blood vessels.

He's lost a lot of blood
and he's still in shock.

Right now, they're just trying
to keep him alive.

He faces a death sentence
in Indiana,

which is a lot tougher to beat
than a gunshot wound.

I've been in touch
with the Indiana police.

If Kimble survives, we'll
arrange to have him extradited.

Now, we're running a check
on his fingerprints

for final identification.

Yes, this is Lieutenant Gerard.

Now, just a minute.

We've had false alarms before.

Are they sure it's Kimble?

I'm not about to go running off
to Michigan on some wild-

All right.

Let me know as soon as they have
the final word on his ID.

They've actually got him
in custody?

They've actually got somebody
in custody.

I wish they'd make sure who
before they blast me out of bed.

Call the airport,
will you, dear?

Get me a reservation
on the earliest plane to Selby.

How do you feel
this morning?

Well, I don't think I'm ready
for the Olympics,

but I'll make it.

Welcome back, killer.

You think you can crawl
through those bars?

Bars on the windows,
bars on the doors,

a big hunk of fuzz with a gun
on his hip out there.

Cool it, man.

You're here for keeps.

I hope you're not.

Hey, I'm your favorite
ward boy.

I, uh, got lonesome down there

so I asked for this job.

This little nurse,
she needs my kind of company.

You know what I mean?

What happened to your
little friend in X-ray?

Gloria?

Well, she's been asking
about you,

since she heard
you're a wife-killer.

Ain't that a kick?

Well, tell her
not to be too impatient.

Yeah, they'll, uh-

They'll be taking me down
to X-ray pretty soon.

Well, sorry.

No x-rays ordered.

Toby, take care
of the dirty laundry.

How do you like that?

She loves me. Heh.

Someone taking care
of you?

You're the man in charge?

I'm Lieutenant Cermak.
Could I talk to you, please?

Well, I'm kind of busy.
Maybe one of these other off-

No, please, it's important.

I've been walking the streets
all night thinking about it.

Okay. Right in here.

Well,
what's on your mind?

I want to confess
to a crime.

Murder.

Ben, get a stenographer
and a tape recorder

and bring 'em in here.

You're a murderer,
huh?

Who's your victim?

Dr. Kimble's wife.

He didn't kill her.

I did.

Well, did you send a car
to the airport

to pick up Lieutenant Gerard?

Flight 12.

Right. Fine.

Yeah.

Oh, send her right in.

Lieutenant, Mrs. Leonetti.

Sit down,
Mrs. Leonetti.

I'd like to see my husband,
please.

I'm sorry.
He refuses to see anyone.

Uh, yes, but I'm his wife.

I have a right to see him.

Well, he has his rights too.

If he doesn't
wanna see anybody...

That confession that he made.

You don't believe that, do you?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

I'm afraid I do.
But that's nonsense.

He couldn't possibly have killed
Helen Kimble.

Why not?

Oh, well, I was...

with him at home that night.

Was anyone with you?

Did anyone see you together?

No, but, I, uh-

Mrs. Leonetti,
I examined your husband's story

every way I know.

He's familiar with every detail
of that killing.

Now, the only one who could
possibly tell us more

would be the victim herself.

Cermak.

Oh, fine, fine.
I'll be right out.

Lieutenant Gerard?
I'm Cermak.

Well, how do you do,
lieutenant?

Come in.
Thank you.

Tell me, are you certain this
man you're holding is Kimble?

Yes, it's Kimble.

I'm afraid I have
a little surprise for you.

Toby, please get
the lunch trays ready.

I'm going to take
the TPRs.

Ah.

Your shoulder bothering you?

Where exactly does it hurt you?

The anterior portion
of the clavicle.

You were a doctor, weren't you?

My daughter was dead,

and Kimble was alive,

and that's all
I could think about

all the way over
to the Kimbles' house.

I went around to the back,

and I could hear them arguing,

Kimble and his wife.

After a while, the doctor
came out and he, uh-

He drove away.

He was still mad.
I could tell.

How could you
see him?

Was the porch light on?

There's no porch
in that house.

All right. Go on.

Well, I saw...

Helen was alone in there.

Helen?

Mrs. Kimble.

You knew her that well?

Yeah. We used to play bridge
with them.

And I'm a contractor.

I'm the one
who built their house.

Well, anyway,
I knew Helen was in there,

and I started to think.

Why murder Kimble?

Death is no punishment.

The real punishment is grief.

If Helen were murdered,

he'd really have something
to grieve about.

I don't know, I-
I guess I was pretty upset.

And how did you get
into the house?

The back door.

It was locked.

Yeah, well...

I knocked on the door
a few times.

Helen heard me. Let me in.

How was she dressed?

She had on a-
What do you call it?

A- A cocktail dress.

She was wearing a housecoat.

A cocktail dress.

Light in color.

Sort of bluish-gray.

Try it again, Leonetti.

Bluish-gray.

The dress had a cloth belt...

and I used that belt
to strangle her.

All right.

So you strangled her,
left her on the sofa-

No.

She was on the floor.

With the belt
still around her neck?

I tossed it aside
on the floor someplace

and I got out of there.

Ah, no, the, uh,
back door was left open.

I used the front door.

I might have left it open,
though.

Where did you go from there?

I started across
the front lawn and-

Oh, yeah,

there was a man
standing there.

A man?

Yeah.

I guess he heard
the noise in the house

and stopped to take a look.

Anyway, he saw me, and he
took off like a jackrabbit.

This, uh, man,

was he a stranger?

Would you know him
if you saw him again?

I don't know.

All I remember about him was,
his, uh, empty sleeve.

Coat sleeve.

Yeah, it looked to me
like he had one arm.

Quite a bit of swelling.

The wound looks clean, though.

Must be some bone fragments
in there, after all.

Any x-rays
taken last night?

No.

Better get him downstairs
for some pictures.

We'll locate those bone chips
and remove them, Kimble.

Nothing to be
concerned about.

Thank you, doctor.

They're pretty busy
in X-ray,

but I'll try to get you
down there as soon as possible.

There, that should do it.

Are you always this considerate
of criminals?

Funny.

I never thought of you as one.

It's taken me a long time,
Kimble.

Not long enough.

I came to check
on your condition.

As soon as you're well enough,
you'll be extradited to Indiana.

I'm taking you back
to Stafford myself.

Are you gonna strap me
on the fender of your car?

Meantime, I'd like to ask you
some questions

about Victor Leonetti.

How well did you
know him?

His child was my patient.

He blames you for her death.

Have I been convicted
of that one too?

In a way.

Leonetti's the noble citizen

who turned you in.

A man who'd do a thing like that
would be capable of anything.

Even murder.

What do you think?

Is he capable of murder?

I am in no mood
for a psychiatric-

He claims he is.

In fact,

he claims he murdered your wife.

Leonetti killed Helen?

Oh, his confession
is a work of art.

Must have done
a lot of research.

He even found room
for your one-armed man.

Why would he kill Helen?

His way of punishing you.

Of course, his wife claims
his story is false but,

uh, she can't explain
why he told it.

What's his reason?

Delayed conscience.

Of course, he, uh-

He may be one of those cranks
who dabbles in self-destruction.

Either way,

his confession
may clear you.

How does that
strike your conscience?

What am I supposed to do?

Insist that I'm the guilty one?

Do you believe he's a murderer?

Well, neither do I.

Well, looks like you're gonna
get that x-ray after all.

Doctor.

"Doctor. "

Dig that.

How are you feeling?

All right.

Gerard arrange the pass
for you?

My request.

Well, I know what he wants.

He wants me to announce
to the world

that Victor is innocent
and that I'm the murderer.

Is that what you want too?

I want to help my husband.

Yesterday you wanted to help me.

But only because I was trying
to keep my husband

from making a terrible mistake.

I'm still trying.

You're that sure he's innocent?

I know he didn't kill Helen.

Well, neither did I.
Anne, you can't expect me to-

I don't expect anything,
doctor.

But I'll be honest with you.

If I could force you to say
that you were guilty,

I think I'd do it.

If I could bribe or threaten
or frighten you,

I'd do it.

I cannot let my husband
throw his life away.

His life doesn't seem
to mean much to him.

Yes, well, maybe I'm
partly responsible for that.

Well, don't you know
why he's in this hospital?

Well, he thought he had
some ulcers.

Uh, they were running
some tests.

Ulcers?
Who told you that?

Uh, Victor did.
And the tests were negative.

Well, then you haven't spoken
to Dr. Becker?

No. Why should I?
What difference would that make?

Sorry to break in on you,
but we have to get you

down to X-ray, Dr. Kimble.
Yes, could we-

Wait just one moment-
I'm sorry,

we don't have any time.
Toby, will you help me please.

Look, Anne,
see Dr. Becker.

Tell him
you want the truth.

Come on- Come on, doc,
it's traveling time.

Hold it, mac.
We're coming through.

A sort of bluish-gray.

Try again, Leonetti.

Bluish-gray.

Oh, I can't buy it.

I just can't buy it.

Can't or won't?

You know, we can't hold
Leonetti much longer

unless we file charges.

Kimble's been tried
and convicted.

In the eyes of the law,
he's the guilty man.

"The eyes of the law. "

Leonetti just poked a finger in
the clear blue eyes of the law.

All yours, Toby.

Will you tell her
the doctor wants the plates

developed and dried
right away?

You bet. I'll wait for 'em.

Will you help him back,
please?

So near and yet so far,
right, killer?

On your feet.

Come on.

On to the table.

Toby, I left some film
in there rinsing.

Would you take it out,
please?

Right.

Hey, congratulations.

What?

You and Toby.
He told me.

What are you talking about?

Oh, never mind.

Thank you, Toby.

I have a right
to know the truth.

Dr. Becker was only-

The truth.

That's great stuff,
isn't it?

Knowing about the truth.

Hey, listen to me-

Like picking up a rock,

and seeing everything
you don't want to see.

Jeannie dying by inches,

Kimble dying
in the electric chair,

and bigshot Victor Leonetti,

never sick
a day in his life,

and dying
because he deserves to die.

Don't talk that way.
You said it yourself!

Jeannie died
because of me.

Well, you're right.
She did.

And Kimble,
in custody because of me.

Is that why you made
the false confession?

To punish yourself?

Ah, what do you mean,
false confession?

To undo what you did
to Dr. Kimble?

That's hero stuff,
and I'm no hero.

You think that's heroic?

A man who'd do something
like that

is only selfish.

Don't you understand,
Victor?

You've got an advantage

that hardly anyone else gets.

Advantage?

Ten months to live
and you call that an advantage?

I call that a blessing,

a gift.

Do you know how many people
have less time than you have,

and they are not lucky enough
to know it?

But you know.

And you know that you cannot
waste any time.

You have to make
every single minute count.

And that's ten months.

And those ten months

are our lifetime,

our happiness.

We don't have anything left.

Please, Victor.

Please, don't throw it away.

You tell that, uh, lieutenant...

that I want to see him.

And you tell him to hurry up,
because my time is valuable.

The doc wants them developed
right away, doll.

We'll wait for 'em.

I need some help,
Toby.

Stay put, killer.

What have you been saying
about me?

What?

I'll talk to you later,

after you take him back
to his room.

Well, you were right
about Leonetti.

And Kimble.

We'll have to take one- Toby!

Don't scream.

Don't scream.

Help. Nurse!

Help!

Somebody!

Nurse!

Help!

Somebody get me
out of here!

Help. Please.

Oh!

Reynolds, what are you doing?

He grabbed me.

He might have killed me.

What's happening in here?

Look what he did.

They should be finished
with the x-rays by now.

Kimble. He's gone.

Hey.

What's going on?

There's a prisoner's escaped.

A man with an injured shoulder
dressed in hospital whites.

I ain't seen him.

I sure hope I don't.

Lieutenant,
I'd like to thank you.

Thank me?

Yes, for, uh,
letting me see Dr. Kimble.

It-

Well, it changed
a lot of things for us.

Listen, I want to make sure
that Kimble gets a good lawyer.

We'll pay all of the legal
expenses. All of them.

Yes, well, uh,

I'll tell him

when I find him.

The death sentence
comes in many forms,

affecting each man
in a different way.

For some,
it means an end to pain.

For others,
it becomes a challenge to live.

For Richard Kimble,

the challenge is repeated

with every new turn
of the road.