All language subtitles for The Fugitive S02E11 Cry Uncle1

You and me are
taking off tonight.

I've got some gear for camping
and I hid it behind the gym.

We're going to the mountains.

You ran away before, Sean,
and you know that doesn't work.

This time it's gonna work.

I've got the keys to
the station wagon.

I've got you to drive.

We'll leave tonight,
as soon as it gets dark.

They won't even miss
the car till Monday.

Well, you are out of luck, son.

Give me those keys!

Look, I'd do anything
in the world for you

as a friend, but not this way.

You double-crosser!

I hate you!

You're just like all the rest!

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.

The guest stars
in tonight's story:

Edward Binns, Brett Somers.

After a while,

one town is much like any other.

And even a man
running from the law

must pause occasionally
for the routine of everyday life.

But for Richard Kimble,

everyday life is
anything but routine.

Hey.

What's the matter?

I lost my quarter.

Boy, am I gonna get it.

Hey.

Is that it?

Yeah. Thanks.

All right, Gus, give it back.

I'm warnin' you...

It's... It's not important.
It's just a quarter.

Gus didn't lose any quarter.

It's just an act he puts on
to get money out of people.

That's a pretty good act.

He's always doing
things like that.

Is he your brother?

Naw, she hates me.

We're from Valley Village.

Oh?

It's just outside of town.

It's a child care center,
like an orphanage,

only some of the
kids have parents.

I have to look after Gus a lot.

Hey, what's going on?

I don't know.

It's the market. They
held up the market.

Move it down
that way to the left.

All right, everybody back!

Keep down!

You two men, move in, span out.

They're out here somewhere.

Know what he looks like, sarge?

They wore masks. Just
make sure nobody gets out.

5-7, 5-7, come in.

Cover the left over
there, cover the exits!

5-7, 5-7, come in.

Yeah, put Charlie
on the horn will ya?

Here. Tell him to get
those men down here.

Yeah.

Well, as far as we
can tell, three of them.

They're dangerous,
so be careful.

Mm-hm. Was somebody really shot?

Yeah, the assistant manager
of the market was wounded.

My partner, Ray
Weatherby, he's dead.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, we're covering every road.

State police are sending men.

We're putting a
copter in the air

in case they try
climbing out of the valley.

We'll run 'em down. We'll
run 'em down good and proper.

I hope so.

Well, kids, get in the car.

Hey, kids, don't
forget your laundry.

Here, and don't
drop it in the dirt.

Who's shoe is...?

Now, don't scream, Kathy.

You remember me, don't you?

At the Laundromat?

What're you doing here?

You one of the robbers?

No, Gus, I'm...

Well, I was with you when
that happened, remember?

But why'd you run away?

Why'd you hide in our car?

Well, Kathy, that's a
little hard to explain.

Look, I know you believe

that I'm not one of the
men that held up that store.

I know, but...

I-I'd better go.

Can you do me a favor?

Don't tell anyone about me.

You see, all I want to do is
get out of here and get away.

I won't bother
anyone, I promise.

We could tell them
you were with us.

No, that might not be any good.

You see, maybe
they won't believe you.

It would be better if you
just didn't say anything,

then nobody'd ask.

You see, Kathy, I'm a stranger,

and the police are looking for
the men that held up that store,

and they were
strangers too, and...

All... All I want to
do is just get away,

if you'll let me.

Thank you.

Sean, Sean! Can't you knock?

And assistant market
manager on the critical list.

A cordon of armed men
has completely encircled...

We were right near the
market. I could hear the shots.

"Pow, pow."

And then this stranger
hid in the back of the car.

What stranger?

Come on, I'll show ya.

There he is.

Is he one of the robbers?

Naw, he's just scared, Sean.

He just wants to get away.

From the cops?

I guess.

Hey, we're not the cops.

He shouldn't be scared of us.

Maybe we can use him.

Hold up here. Keep
your eyes open.

Come on. I know
where you can hide.

Who are you?

Gus told me. Now, come on.

In here, come on.

They always keep this
locked, so nobody'll be around.

The gardener's gone
to Selby for the day.

Thank you.

For what?

Helping me.

Don't worry about it, mister.

You'll be helping me.

We'll drag the area
house-to-house

if we don't turn up
with something soon.

Well, I'll double-check
with the counselors

and talk to the staff, but I'm
sure everybody's been alerted.

Try and keep the
kids out of town.

I'd hate to see any of them
in the way, in case of trouble.

All right. I'll, uh...
I'll do what I can.

Sean!

Sean.

I've been looking
for you all morning.

I've been around.

You know, uh, I didn't
get much sleep last night,

thinking about what
happens on Monday.

Mr. Kovaks, no one said you
had to lose any sleep over me.

Look, Sean,

you're not just another
number on a chart around here.

You are the only one
you can spoil things for.

I'll be okay.

They're gonna call you before
that committee on Monday.

Who cares?

I do, and I want you to.

And that's what they'll want,

to see that you really
care about something.

Now, you're wanted here,
Sean, but if you don't want to stay,

all you have to do is face them
the way you're facing me now.

You show them defiance
and scorn just one more time,

they're going to
send you to Big S,

because that's the only
thing they can decide.

You must be pretty
sick, you know that?

Doing this job just so
you can be a big man

around a bunch of little kids.

Hi. Sean said we should
keep you company.

He's supposed to be right back.

Oh, he went to steal
some food for you.

We have to go in to
eat lunch pretty soon.

But, Kathy, I don't
want him to steal things.

It ain't any trouble. It's fun.

The police have gone, I think.

I saw the car leave.

What are all those other cars?

Oh, those are
parents and relatives.

Saturday's visiting day.

How long are you gonna stay?

Till it gets dark.

Everybody out.

The gardener's back.

Sean, what'll we do?

Head him off.

Just keep him busy so
we can get out of here.

Come on.

Come on.

Hi, Constantine.

Hey, what kind of
plants are these anyway?

What kind of tools are these?

Hey, boy, I like the
color of that sack there.

I wonder why they didn't
paint that, uh, door over there

yellow, instead of green.
I think it would look better.

Where are we going?

My room.

There's already
been an inspection.

You'll be safe
there until tonight.

Look, I'd better take
my chances and go now.

You won't get
as far as the gate.

I'll call you, and
you start coming.

Okay.

Sean?

Who is your friend?

My Uncle Pat.

Miss Edmonds.

Well, this is quite a surprise.

Well, I thought I'd
pay Sean a visit.

She's my house mother.

Sean has mentioned you,

a bit incredibly, but, uh,

I'd like to have a talk
with you before you leave.

Is it all right if I show
him around in my room?

You can do anything you
want on visiting day, Sean,

but it's lunchtime.

Why don't you ask
your uncle to eat with us?

Okay.

Well, I've had all
sorts of jobs lately.

I-I guess Sean has kept
you pretty well informed.

No, Mr. Thomas. In fact,

I didn't even know you've
been writing to Sean.

Well, I-I can remember
starting at least two letters, and...

I forgot to tell you,
Miss Edmonds.

When I took off and went
home a few months ago,

I found some letters.

Mister, are you really...?

Ow. Shhh, Gus.

Don't interrupt Sean's uncle.

Hey, how about
some table manners?

What was it you
wanted to ask, Gus?

Oh, excuse me,
there's Mr. Kovaks.

Josh? Mm-hm?

That man over there
is Sean's Uncle Pat.

Finally.

Listen, I haven't told him

that Sean is up for
committee discipline yet.

We'll see.

Sean, do you want to
introduce your uncle?

Well, sure.

Uncle Pat, this is
Mr. Kovaks, head counselor.

How do you do?

We never really
expected to see you.

Well, I, uh, just happened
to be in the neighborhood.

Would you make a
point of seeing me

before you take off again?

Mr. Kovaks, I told
you he'd come back.

Yes, well, uh, after lunch.

All right.

Is, uh, this all
you wanted to do?

Just take a walk,
show me the grounds?

No, the walk is for
me, Mr. Thomas.

I have to find some way
to talk to you without anger.

Am I that, uh, provoking?

You know he made you
into a substitute father.

He gave you more than
most fathers ever have.

How can you walk
out on a grieving child?

Well, I'm sorry about that.

No, no, don't say sorry to me.

That boy's life has
been kicked to pieces.

It's too late for sorry.

Is that the fault of one man?

Who you going to
blame it on? Fate?

His father is killed,
his mother dies,

that's God's fault? Is that it?

Sometimes kids, uh, twist
things out of proportion.

Proportion?

You desert a boy while
his mother is dying,

at his most helpless moment,

and just because you
come back, he forgives you.

Oh, no, no, mister. That's...

That's loneliness
and desperation

out of all proportion.

Well, what's going
to happen to Sean?

Mm. Maybe you can tell me.

He's afflicted with
anti-social behavior.

The courts call it
criminal, but to me,

it's a disease he
caught from you.

If you don't help him now,

he's on his way to what
the kids call "Big S,"

the State Mental
Hospital at Selby.

Well, isn't that a little
drastic for a 12-year-old kid?

He's run away from
two foster homes.

From here, three times.
He fights with everybody.

He's incorrigible, Mr. Thomas.

He doesn't care.

He has never shed one tear.

Well, I'll... I'll
talk to the boy.

I'll see what I can do.

We have a couple
of empty rooms here.

Maybe you could
stay for a while.

I'm sorry. I can't do that.

You'd better...

Go ahead. You want to hit me?

Oh, yeah, big football hero.

You'd like it physical,
wouldn't you?

No, but I get the feeling
that you would, Mr. Kovaks.

You're looking for
some kind of punishment

because you failed with Sean.

You know, all of a
sudden, I get the impression

you're the intellectual type.

That's your option.

But Sean has always described
you as a moose, a muscle.

Star fullback in a high
school football team.

I played second
string, sat on the bench.

That was long
before Sean was born.

It's like you said,

he built me into
something important.

What are you doin' here?

Sean, I know what
you're planning.

How?

Why, it's not like spying.

If you get into
any more trouble,

they'll send you away for sure.

I heard Miss Edmonds and
one of the doctors talking.

You better not tell
anybody, you understand?

I-I wouldn't, ever.

You know how I... We
were gonna go steady.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Sean, if you have
to go, take me.

You're all right here,
but moving around,

you'd just be a drag.

Please, Sean.

Bug off, will ya?

Lance, wait a minute. Is
there something wrong?

Gosh, yeah.

Two of the hold-up men were
seen on the other side of town.

Which means? There
were three of them.

That third man
could be in this area.

I'm bringing some extra
men down to this end of town.

I want you people
here to be extra careful.

Who said you could
mess around with my stuff?

I said you could come
in here, not mess around.

I'm sorry.

Hey, let me show you
something real neat.

See that great big lion over
there protecting his family?

Shut up, will ya, Gus.

I noticed that, yeah.

Animals, mister, just animals.

Hey, Sean, tell
him about old Toby.

Guy, that's a real neat story.

Who's Toby?

That's his dog. He ran away.

Not from me, he didn't.

Well, what happened?

Why do you care?

They wouldn't let me bring him,

so I sold him to an old man.

He wouldn't stay,
so he bit the old man.

Drew blood too.

Well, a dog's loyalty

sometimes depends
on what you do for him.

I fed him, that's all.

Bet the old man fed him.

But you gave him love.

Bologna.

I didn't have to
give him nothin'.

He was my dog and he knew it.

Shut up about my dog.

There's a cop outside.

You better stay here
and do exactly what I say,

because if you don't,
I'll tell him all about you.

Now, stay here.

Josh, why don't you get
in? We'll take a look around.

Sean.

I told you to stay in my room.

Sean!

Gus, what are you doing in here?

Sean.

Mr. Thomas, would you
come in here a minute, please?

Oh, Gus. You've
broken the rules before,

but you've never really cheated.

Come on, now,
what's going on here?

You know I always give credit
for people who tell the truth.

I don't believe that
Gus did this on his own.

I was just coming to
tell you, Miss Edmonds.

We were walking by and we saw
Gus climbing through the window.

Is That true, Mr. Thomas?

Oh, there's Mr. Kovaks
and the policeman.

Maybe somebody told them.

Josh, may I see you
a minute, please?

Gus, you know that oath we took?

You understand, don't you?

But Josh, I just can't
believe this is Gus's fault.

Now Sean's beginning
to involve other people.

He needs firm discipline, now.

Gus, why did you have to
get into Miss Edmonds' office?

Was it money you were after?

Mr. Thomas, how do you
think he managed to get in?

I wouldn't know.

A boy that age would need help.

Did you climb in
by yourself, Gus?

Sergeant, this is
Mr. Thomas, Sean's uncle.

Oh, so you belong to
our little troublemaker.

He's made me earn my
pay more times than once.

I've been hearing that.

We've been double-checking
the area for any strangers.

There's a manhunt
on for three killers,

but I guess you know that.

Any luck?

Well, we figure they're
laying low until dark.

But we'll get 'em.

Josh, anything I can do?

No, I think I'll just
take Gus into my office

for a little private
conversation.

Gus.

Don't worry.

He won't squeal on you.

Yes, but you
would, wouldn't you?

Yes, I would.

I used to care about you, Sean,

but it's hard to go on caring
about someone so selfish.

Miss Edmonds, I
think-. Mr. Thomas,

I have 20 children to protect.

Most of them are nice, sweet,
cooperative youngsters like Gus.

I happen to think this
boy is a bad apple.

Now, I know it's because
nobody ever cared about him,

but it's too late now to
cure it with loving kindness.

He needed firm,
consistent discipline,

and he never got
it. Not even here.

Sean, I think the Big S
is the only place for you,

and I'm gonna do my best
to see that you go there.

Mister?

I saw you in there.

What's gonna happen to Sean?

I don't know, Kathy.

Kathy, you know
I'm not Sean's uncle.

It's not going to be long
before they realize that.

I think I... I just better go.

I know. I just...

What Miss Edmonds said,

that's where Sean
belongs, Big S.

Kathy, you can help him,

if you could just get
him to tell the truth

about what happened to Gus.

He'd never listen to me.

Anyhow, I don't care.

Are you sure you don't care?

Sean and...

And Gus are planning
to run away tonight.

That's why Sean's
been helping you,

'cause he needs
you for something.

For what?

I don't know.

I-I told you, I don't care.

He'll get caught and
they'll send him away.

I don't care.

I got the impression
that you and Sean

were sort of special friends.

Sean's nothing
but a big, fat drag.

Put the magazine down, Sean.

Put the magazine down, Sean.

Now, pick it up and
put it on that table.

You're gonna get tough with me?

Now, Kathy tells me that there's
something you want my help with.

Dumb girl.

Now, if you want my help,
you'll give me the respect

and the courtesy
to listen to me.

I don't respect you.

You've done something wrong.

You're on the run.

Respect.

Yes, Sean, I'm on the run.

I was convicted of
something I didn't do.

The man who really committed
the crime ran out on me.

And you took the rap?

Mm-hm. It's a lot like what's
happening to Gus, right now.

What am I, his father?

I mean, he's gonna
get another lecture,

make another visit
to the head shrinker.

Anyhow, isn't that
how it happens?

The big guys sell
out the little boys?

You ought to know
better than me.

Listen, Sean,
nothing's all one way.

Go ahead and talk.

You're still gonna
do what I say,

'cause you know I'll
turn you in if you don't,

and you're scared.

Yes, I'm scared,

but I'm used to that, Sean.

What really frightens me is
what's going to happen to you.

Don't give me that.

You don't care about
anyone but yourself.

You wouldn't help me for a
second if I didn't force you to.

Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't.

You're never gonna
know that, are you?

You know, helping kids
used to be my profession.

I was a pediatrician.

A what?

Doctor for children.

Hey, that's great.

If I get sick or something...

You're not kidding me now?

No, I'm really a doctor.

Well, if that isn't lucky.

'Cause you and me
are leavin' tonight.

I got some gear for
camping behind the gym.

We're taking off
for the mountains.

You ran away before,
Sean, it didn't work.

Yeah, but it will this time.

I got the keys to
the station wagon

and I've got you to drive.

We'll leave tonight
as soon as it gets dark.

They won't even miss
the car till Monday.

I was gonna take Gus along,
but he's too little, anyway.

What about Kathy?

Who needs her?

But she's a friend.

Sean, she looks up to
you. She thinks you're about

the greatest thing
that ever happened.

You know, the way you
feel about your Uncle Pat.

What are you gonna do? Run
out on her like he ran out on you?

Oh, who cares about her?

What does she ever do for me?

All I need is you
to drive that car.

Well, you are out of luck, son.

Give me those keys!

Look, I'd do anything in
the world for you as a friend,

but not this.

You better give me those
keys or you're gonna be sorry.

I'm your Uncle Pat, remember?

You told everyone that.

Now all I have to do
is walk out that door.

You double-crosser.

I hate you!

You're just like all the rest.

Sean.

Mr. Kovaks.

Sean, what's wrong?

I got something to tell you.

What is it? Well,
go on. What is it?

It's my Uncle Pat.

Yes, what about him?

Well, he's not my uncle.

I never seen him before today.

Have you seen Sean
anyplace? He's gone.

Where?

I saw him climbing over the
fence, about 20 minutes ago.

He's probably headed for town.

If they catch him off grounds
without permission, they'll...

I know.

He... He told
Mr. Kovaks about you,

that you weren't his uncle.

Yeah, I thought he would.

You're not going
to take the car?

Yes, Kathy.

I'll leave it where
it can be found.

If you have any idea where
he might've gone, Gus,

you tell me, for his sake.

I don't know,
Mr. Kovaks, honest.

We made a pact.

Kathy won't tell
me anything, Josh,

but the station wagon's
gone. Kathy, dear...

Now, listen, I want both of you
kids outside and don't go way.

Come on, come on.

For heaven's
sakes, call the police.

They didn't leave
together. I'm sure of that.

I'm not thinking about
them. I'm thinking about you.

Now, there's a proper
thing to do. Now, do it,

before you ruin your career.

That boy needs discipline,
even if he doesn't need protection.

Oh, please, please,
call the police.

You're right.

Your reasons are mostly wrong,

but you're right.

Sean.

Now, stop fighting.

Will you stop fighting everyone?

Just what's it to you?
Just what's it to you?

It's a lot to me. I got
my neck out a mile.

Why'd you stop me?

You're headed for more trouble

than you can possibly
understand, Sean.

What's so bad about
trying to get away

from a bunch of double-crossers?

They caught you before,
Sean, they'll catch you again.

They haven't caught you.

No, they haven't caught me,

and I've been
double-crossed too.

But a lot of people
have helped me.

Now, I'm not just
running away to play.

I'm trying to find the
man that killed my wife.

I'll bet they let you
go to her funeral.

Yes.

Well, not me.

Not my mom's or my dad's.

They said I...
They said I could,

but then they said it was over.

They said I was too young.

Uncle Pat said wait
until he got a drink,

and he'd buy me a new bicycle.

What a bunch of double-crossers.

Look, Sean, you...

You can't blame
people for dying.

And if you go on
blaming everyone

for what your Uncle Pat did,

you're never gonna find out

if anyone wants
to be your friend.

Okay, let's say we are friends.

If I stay with you,

if you don't get
caught, neither would I.

I'll do this much for you.

I'll do for you what
I can't do for myself.

What?

Take you back.

You liar!

Double-crosser! Now, stop it.

Now, stop it, I don't want
to hurt you. Now, stop it.

Okay, what're you gonna do?

I'm gonna take you
back to Valley Village.

That's a lie.

You wouldn't dare go back.

Come on.

You got to be crazy.

Now, Sean, you
were right about me.

I was like all the rest.

Somebody's got
to prove it to you,

and not just with words.

Let's go.

Run. Make a run for it.

It's too late for that now.

We'd like to have a
talk with you, mister.

Go back to your room, Sean.

Do it, Sean. We're gonna take
a little ride down to the station.

Good luck on Monday.

Uncle Pat, stop.

Stop.

Let go, son.

I won't let you. He is my uncle.

I lied, I lied.

Hold him.

Uncle Pat, no. No.

Please! Please!

Glen, let him go.

I thought you said you
wanted him checked out?

Oh, that call finally
came through.

I'm sorry, Mr. Thomas,

but after what Sean said,
I had to check you out.

What about the car?

He borrowed it to take his
nephew for a ride into town.

It's all right with us,

but you should have
asked permission first.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

Everything's all right, then?

Yes, fine, fine.

Well, I've still got
important things to do.

We got two of those men,
but I got that third joker

to run down yet.

You didn't happen to, uh,

run into a short, stocky
character, light hair?

No.

We'll get him. Good night.

Kathy, Gus. Come in
here out of that night air.

Mr. Thomas is not gonna go off
without saying goodbye to you.

Uncle Pat, are
you going to stay?

No, Kathy.

Mr. Kovaks, can he
stay just till Monday?

Monday?

Well, yeah. If the
committee calls me in,

I feel like I'll need some help.

Sean, does that mean you'd
really like to stay with us?

Well, I don't want
to go to Big S.

I think you'll find
the committee

pretty easy to talk
to if you're sincere.

Uh, Mr. Thomas.

Come on, Kathy.

Before you, uh...

You see, I never
met this Uncle Pat,

but before Sean came
here I checked him out.

There was a string of
arrests: drunk, assault, theft.

Tonight, that call.

He's serving a
three-year term at Joliet.

I don't know who you are,

and I guess I
don't want to know.

Thanks.

I'll get the car.

Goodbye, kids.

I'm going to miss you.

Me too.

Sean.

You'll write me?

I'll write to you, Sean.

Sean.

For Richard Kimble, there
is still no end to his flight.

It could come
tomorrow, or next year,

or never.

But tonight, Richard
Kimble is almost content,

for having helped find a
home, and an end to running

for another fugitive.