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Oh, why would anyone
buddy up

with a big, fat,
stupid slob like me?

Maybe because I like big,
fat, stupid slobs.

What's the matter?

Every time I think of where
we stashed that Model A,

I gotta laugh.

They'll never find it.

Well, lieutenant, I'd sure hate
to see someone claim it.

With a little fixing
I could use it around here.

Whoever dumped it there,
sure picked a good place.

It's a dead lake.
Nobody ever uses it.

Anybody see
who ditched it there?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
Fellow in a gang

working on railroad ties.
He spotted it.

Railroad gang, huh?

Are the, uh,
tracks near the lake?

Oh, yeah, yeah,
they go right by it.

Any sidings there?

Anywhere a man
could hop a freight?

Oh, yeah, yeah,

the freight yard's
about a half mile down.

Well, maybe I can pick up
something there.

Thanks.

Yeah, anytime.

Anytime at all.

This is really beautiful,
David.

All this part
of the Lambert ranch?

Yeah.
House is on over.

Why didn't you tell me.

Tell you what?

Well, I didn't expect all this.

You didn't?

How big is it?

I don't know.

I mean, not exactly.

I--
I used to but...

I forgot.

Something wrong, David?

Huh? No.

I'd like a drink, Bill.

Let's go to town
and have a drink.

Why do you want a drink?

You afraid of something?

No, I'm not afraid.

I just want a drink,
that's all.

It was all different then.

All different.

What was, David?

Nothing.

Nothing, Bill.

Nothing, I'm sorry.

Well, well.
Look who's back.

Hi, Frank.

What are you doing here,
Davey?

Mom wrote
that Pop was sick.

How would she know
where to write you?

Well, there's a bar
in Los Angeles,

lets me use its address.

Last time I was there,
there was a letter from mom.

Funny she didn't tell us
you were coming.

Or did you ask her not to,
Davey?

No, I didn't write.

I just got here
as fast as I could.

Bill.

Bill, this is my brother,
Frank.

How do you do?

Bill and I worked together
in Los Angeles.

He's gonna stay
for a while.

Okay?

That's a silly question,
Davey boy.

You know he's gonna be
just as welcome here as you are.

How's Pop?

Wasn't feeling too bad
this morning.

But that's not saying
how he's gonna feel

when you walk in on him.

How do you like
that new barn, Davey boy?

It's got it all
over the old one, hasn't it?

What's the matter,
brother David?

Don't you feel so good?

Well, I'm feeling all right.

Hop in, Mr. Carter.

You, too, Davey boy,
if you can make it.

What do you think of this part
of the country?

All right.

Come on, brother David,
up and over.

Davey.

Davey!
Hello, Ma.

Oh, Davey.

Oh, it's so good
to see you.

It's good to see you too, Mom.
Real good.

Oh, I've been so worried
about you.

Have you been all right?

Oh, I've been doing fine.

Real great.
Oh.

Uh, this is my friend,
Bill, Mom.

I bumped into him
on the way out here,

and feel as though I knew him
all my life.

Glad to know you,
Mrs. Lambert.

How do you do, Bill.
I'm glad to know you, too.

I thought you said
you worked together, Davey.

Oh, sure. Oh, sure, but you see,
I-I left that job.

Oh, who says
prayer doesn't work?

I prayed so hard, Davey,
you just had to come home.

Come on, come on,
let's all go in the house, huh?

Davey,
you'll find your room

just the way it was
when you left.

I kept your clothes
all cleaned and pressed

and hanging up for you.

Thanks, Mom.

Make yourself at home,
Mr. Carter.

Gee, Mom,
the place looks great.

Mom?

Mm?

Does, uh--?

Does Pop know
you asked me to come?

No, Davey.

I don't believe
I mentioned it.

Davey looks good,
doesn't he, Mom?

Yes, he does.

Why, when I drove up
I hardly recognized you, Davey.

Lost quite a bit of weight
haven't you, boy?

Frank.

Don't.

Oh, no, Mom,
I'm not kidding.

Why, I mean it.

Davey boy,
you're really in the pink.

Mm-hm.

Uh, Bill,
will you excuse us, please.

Davey, we'll go tell your father
you're here now.

We won't be long.

Frank, come on.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah,
in the pink.

In--

In the pink,

just like before.

Pink.

I'll have one with ya,
David.

Yeah, sure, Bill.

After you've seen
your father.

Hey, Bill,

but you'll come with me,
won't you please?

I think you oughta
see him alone first.

No. No, when I go in there
I want you to come with me.

Please, Bill.
Please.

Okay.

I'll come with ya.

All right.
You can come in, Davey.

Hello, Pop.

Uh...

I, uh...

I'd, uh--

I'd of come back
a long time ago but--

I-- I wrote
a couple of times, Pop. I--

I guess you got my letters.

I don't know
what to say, Pop.

Please, David.
Please.

Uh, thi-- This is--
This is Bill, Pop.

W-w-we're friends.

We've been
traveling together.

Hello.

I'm sorry to see
that you're sick, Pop.

Um, you do what old Doc Hallem
tells you to do.

He'll fix ya up.

I think your father's tired,
Davey.

He'd better get some sleep now.

Davey.

Yeah, Pop?

How do you like the new barn?

Wanna bite of apple?

Huh? No, no.

I, uh, just had breakfast,
remember?

Good for you, vitamins.

Yeah.

David.

Hm?

How old were you the first time
Frank called you fatso?

Look, I never ask you
any questions.

Why don't you leave me alone?

Just thought talking it out
with a friend might help.

Friend?

You're not a friend.

I thought you were.

Now, you're shooting needles
into me like he always does.

David, uh--

Mine's a different kind
of needle.

The kind
a doctor might use.

You eat because you're scared.
You drink because you're scared.

That's why you're fat, David,
not because you were born fat.

You know more
than a doctor, huh?

David,
I wanna tell you something

but I need your word
that you'll keep it to yourself.

Well, sure, Bill. Sure.

I'm a doctor.

Yeah, I--

I'm a doctor.
I've treated cases like yours.

You're kidding.

No, I'm not kidding.

Would you do me a favor?

Yeah.

Go in that barn

and show that horse
you're not afraid of him.

Doctor, huh?

Let's go.

You know, Bill,

I was on a lot of diets,
but none of them ever worked.

Maybe this will.

I hope so.

Bill, you mean to say that--

That if I'm not scared
the fat just drops off?

Uh, well, not, uh...

all of it, David.

Not right away.

Okay, doc.

Don't call me that.

Not even out here
when we're alone.

You understand?

Oh, sure. Sure, Bill.

Anything you say.

Come on. Let's go.

I can't. I can't, Bill.

I can't go in.

Why not, David?

Well, it's--
It's not just the horses.

It's-- It's the barn.

Look, why don't you go in.
I gotta think about it.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Want some apple, boy?

Would you like
another piece?

There we go.

There we--

How am I doing Bill?

Fine.

Want a carrot?

Good boy.

Good boy.

Hey, fatso!

Come here a minute.
I wanna talk to ya.

Yeah, what do you want, Frank?

You stay away
from the horses and the barn.

Now, go on.
Hit the road.

Look, don't tell me what to do.

I'm not scared of you.

Oh?

Now, suppose I were
to tell the old man

you were hanging
around the barn. Hm?

Go ahead! Tell him!

Davey, you think maybe

the Lord's
gonna listen to Ma, huh?

Forgive and forget.

Change the will.

Leave you a piece
of the ranch, huh?

Maybe most of it.

After all,
you are the oldest, Davey.

David, Jr.

You're mama's
chubby little darling.

You shut your filthy mouth!

Aren't you, fatso?

Shut up, you!

Stop it, I tell you.
Stop it.

From now on you let him alone.

You know, mister,

there's something
I don't understand about you.

You show up here acting
like you're on the bum,

and yet you talk
like a teacher.

One minute he tells me
he worked with you in L.A.,

next minute he says
he met ya on the way.

What do you want with him?

What are you hanging around
with a fatso like him for?

Who are you anyway?

Maybe I ought to make it
my business to find out, huh?

Come on, David.

Well, Mom and Po--

Oh!

Go ahead, David.

Well, Mom and Pop
were at a horse auction

in Louisville,

Frank was in the Army
so I had to stay here

and take care
of the place...

alone.

I, uh--

I got drunk,

passed out.

When I came to that night,

I was laying in the corral.

Barn was burning,

horses were inside.

I can still hear them screaming.

Don't ask me why I did it.

I don't know!

I-- I--
I don't remember.

I don't wanna remember!

And they hopped a freight
headed for Springfield.

Railroad watchman saw them,
but he certainly didn't see him.

What makes you so sure
that it was Kimble?

The other fellow
was built like a blimp

and I've had a hunch
from the start that Kimble's

been traveling with the fat man
he was in jail with.

Five foot eight, 260 pounds
and not too bright.

Captain, nobody could miss
a target like that.

Are you absolutely positive
they got off before Springfield?

Positive. I phoned ahead.

There's no doubt about it.

They're within
80 miles of here.

You mean they were.

Okay.

But I've got a new lead
on the Norton murder,

and I want you back here
on Monday.

Okay.

Hi.

Well, surprise, Bill.

I didn't get drunk.

Good.

You know, Bill,
something funny happened.

I said I w--

Wasn't going to remember
and wasn't even tryin'

but all of a sudden
things started to happen and--

What--? What are you putting
those clothes on for?

I'm leaving David.

You're leaving?

I can't take a chance, David,
after what happened with Frank.

I'll write you.

Where?

Here.

Oh, no, no, no,
you can't leave me alone.

I thought you were my friend.

I can't stay, David.

If you knew why I was running
you would understand.

Sure.

Sure, but you don't trust me
enough to tell me.

Afraid the big brain might
spill the beans by accident.

Okay, Mr. Carter.

David,
my name isn't Carter.

It's Kimble,
Dr. Richard Kimble.

I'm wanted
by the police.

I was convicted
on a murder charge.

I was innocent,
I managed to escape.

Murder?

Oh, I don't believe it.

You see, David, I, uh...

had an argument with my wife.

I went out of the house.

I drove around for awhile.

When I came back she was dead.

There was no way to prove
that I, uh...

wasn't there at the time.

Witnesses had heard us arguing.

On my way to death row,
I managed to get away.

The police
have been after me ever since.

And I've been after the man
that murdered my wife.

You--
You know who it is, Bill?

When I got home
that night, I--

I saw a man running
from my house.

A man that had one arm.

I think it was him.

One arm, huh?

I'll help you find him, Bill.
I'll help you.

No. No, that's my job,
David.

Your job is to stay here.

Stay here, find yourself.
It's your home.

Well, isn't there something
I can do, though,

to help you out.

Yeah.

If Frank, uh--

If Frank starts to asking
what happened to me,

you tell him I...

...picked up a ride, uh,
to Louisville.

You'll really be going
the other way, right?

Right.

Well, good luck, Dr. Kimble.

Mr. Lambert.

Bill.

Davey told me
you were leaving.

Well, I, uh--

I went in
to say goodbye,

but you were in
with Mr. Lambert.

Couldn't you possibly stay
a little longer?

It would mean so much to Davey.

I wish I could.

Well, I'm sorry.

Where do you get your ride
to Louisville?

I can take you there.

Well, uh--

Any place
on the other side of town.

Okay. Come on, hop in.

And Davey's...

Well, it isn't that
he's retarded.

It's just that he's--
He's a slow learner.

At least that's what they said
in the school.

Just a slow learner

and there isn't anything
anybody could do about it.

I tried too hard I guess.

I coddled him like a baby.

And Frank was jealous
because you didn't baby him.

I know.

Mrs. Lambert, I--

I'd like to get the name
of a doctor

that could help David.

Would you let me send it
to you?

No. No, it's too late for that,
I'm afraid.

Something happened
a few years ago, and...

I don't think
Davey'll ever get over it.

Uh, tell me
about burning the barn.

I still can't believe it.

Well, he must have planned it
for days.

Buying the kerosene,
and hiding the cans,

and then pouring it
all around the barn.

I, uh-- I didn't know
it was premeditated.

I thought it was
an accident.

I can't picture David

doing anything deliberately
like that I--

But he did.

You see, our ranch hand
was visiting relatives in Texas,

and Frank was 15 miles away
at Camp Wetherton.

And then they found
Davey's penknife in the barn.

I don't care what they found.

Davey couldn't
do a thing like that.

Hello, sheriff.

Hello, Frank.

How's your father doing?

Oh, one day good

and one day's bad,
you know.

All right if I come by?

Why, sure.

That's the reason I'm here,
as a matter of fact.

You can make a pickup
while you're there.

Oh?

Fatso's back.

Davey?

Home to see his father?

Well, uh,

that's what he says,
but, uh...

there's still
a warrant out for him.

Isn't there, sheriff?

Came back because he heard
his father was dying,

and you want me to pick him up.

Wait a minute.

Did Davey come back alone,
or with somebody?

He was with somebody. Why?

Had a call today
from the Springfield Police.

I knew there was something wrong
with that fellow.

What did he do?

Is he still there?

No, left today.

What did he do, sheriff?

Springfield,
this is Crowley in Ellsmore.

Is Lieutenant Gerard there?

No.

Well, he telephoned
about an escaped murderer

who might be traveling
with a fat man.

Next time he checks with you,

tell him
I'm picking up somebody,

might be the fat man.

Yeah.

Should we both go
in your car, sheriff?

No. I just had it
cleaned and polished.

Yeah, anything wrong?

Uh, no, uh,
you going to the camp?

Yeah.

Could you give me a lift?

Yeah, okay. Hop in.

Come on, now, Davey.

Where did he really go?

I told you, Louisville.

Look, why don't
you leave him alone.

He's such a nice man.
He's a-- He's a doctor.

He helps people.

I'm only doing what the law says
has to be done.

That's your duty
as well as mine.

Where did he go?

Man like him--
A doctor.

A doctor convicted of murder.

No, he didn't do it.

I know he didn't.

How do you know?

Well--

Well, the reason I know it

is because I'm the one you want,
not him.

All right, Davey.

Tell me all about it.

Well, I, uh--

I heard him arguing
with his wife so I--

I figured that if I did it,

they would blame him.

I, uh, um--

I don't--
I don't know why I did it.

It was just something
that came over me,

like when I burned the barn.

Well, th-the sheriff'll
tell you that.

Go on.

Well, I...

waited till Carter left.

I-I mean, Dr. Kimble.

And... when he talked
about the man with the--

The one arm.

That was me.

And, uh, how do you account
for that, Davey?

W-well--

Well, a couple days
before that I--

I, uh--
I sprained my wrist, see,

and I--
I had it stuck in my coat

'c-cause then I could look
like a one-armed man.

Yeah, and of course, you were
much thinner at the time.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, I wa--
I wasn't fat then.

I don't know how to say this

but, um,
he's talking real crazy,

like be never did
before he went away,

about being a one-armed man
who committed a murder,

killed a woman.

What?

Oh, no, no.
He couldn't have.

But it was
in the Kimble apartment.

You remember that.

I told you I did.

And on the sixth floor?
You're positive?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah,
the sixth floor.

Good.

Well, that puts you
in the clear, Davey,

because it was a house.

It wasn't an apartment
at all.

W-well, th-that--
That's what I meant.

Yeah, I know.

Good try, Davey.

Now, where did Carter go?

I told you, Louisville.

Davey,
if I ever commit a murder

I hope I have a friend like you
to cover up for me.

Think I better
drive you home now.

Come along, Davey.

I'll ride along
with you.

I wanna talk
to his mother.

Bill.

I wanna talk
to Mr. Lambert.

Oh, Bill,
I'm so glad you're back.

What's the matter?

It's Davey.

Something terrible's
happened to him.

What's happened?

The sheriff called
and said that--

That Davey's just confessed
to a murder.

He said
that he killed somebody.

Some-- Some woman.

And that he was pretending
he only had one arm.

Davey didn't kill anybody,
Mrs. Lambert.

I know. B-but why would
he say a thing like that?

I think I know why.

Now, uh, take my word for it.

He didn't kill anyone.

Well, I just--
I don't understand.

I'll have him
explain it to you.

Right now, I want to talk
to Mr. Lambert.

David.
Huh?

David.

Huh? Oh.

It's Davey's friend, Bill.

He wants to talk to you.

What do you want?

Mr. Lambert,
I checked on something

you should have looked
into eight years ago.

I got a lift from a soldier,

we had a cup of coffee
at the camp, got to talking.

I asked him
to do me a favor.

He found out that Frank
was absent without leave

the same night
your barn was burned.

No. Oh, no.

You expect me to believe that?

Now, here's something
you can believe.

He was court-martialed.

Court-martials
are a matter of public record.

Maggie.

I still can't believe it.

Phone the judge advocate's
office at the camp.

They'll tell you it's true.

Hello, Billy boy.

Just back up
into the room.

That's it.
Right over there.

I thought I heard you.
I couldn't believe my ears.

Frank!

Put down that gun.

Aren't you the one though,
coming back here.

You know, there's a fellow
in town asking about you.

The sheriff.

Put that gun down.

I want to ask you something.

Did you burn the barn?

Me?

You did, didn't you?

Now, Ma, y--

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

Do you know what he is, Ma?

And what are you, Frank?

To do a thing like that

and let everybody think
your brother did it.

How could you let Davey suffer
like that all these years?

He's lying, Ma.

He's lying
so that Davey can get the ranch

and cut him in on it.

You don't believe I did it.
Do you, Pa?

Come over here Frank
and put that gun down.

Oh, no, Pop, please.

You got to believe.
I didn't do it.

Put that gun down.

They're looking for me.

Go out the side door.

I'll hold them here
as long as I can.

Put that gun out of sight.

Tell David I'll write to him.

You get back there, Frank.

And when these men come in,
don't you open your mouth.

Davey.

Oh, Davey.

It's all right,
Mrs. Lambert.

Everything's all right.

Lieutenant?
This is Lt. Gerard.

He'd like to talk
to you.

How do you do,
lieutenant?

Would you excuse me
just a minute, please?

Davey...

I think your father would like
to talk to you about something.

Sit down, son.

I'm sorry, Davey.
Forgive me.

You're sure he said
he was going to Louisville.

Oh, yes, yes.

And if he got the ride
he expected

he should be there
by now.

And you don't know
anything else?

No.

How about your son?

Frank, did you hear
the lieutenant?

I don't know anything else,
lieutenant.

Not a thing.

Thank you.

A letter from an old friend.

No return address. No name.

A fugitive
has to watch his step,

every step he takes,

every hour, every minute,
every second.

Any move he makes
might lead to death row.

There's no way
of knowing in advance.

There's never
any way of knowing.