All language subtitles for The Fugitive S02E17 The End Is But The Beginning1

Richard.

Richard, I'm going to
drive you to the truck.

No, I feel much better.

You saved my
life. That's enough.

Oh, please, Richard, let me.

Good evening, Miss Renick.

Oh, Lieutenant Gerard.

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:

Barbara Barrie, Andrew Duggan.

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.

A man who has to run to survive

finds respite, sometimes,
in desolate places.

For the moment, this
man is Steve Younger.

For the moment, a truck driver.

Yet today, within the hour,

Steve Younger has a
rendezvous with death.

Everybody paid.

Must be something
about the weather.

Money's running freer.

Except for Henny Wilkins,
he didn't have it this month.

Hm.

That puts him two months behind.

This is half of
what Dykstra owes.

Nothing from B & B and
nothing from Stillman.

Do you think I'll still
have a job next month?

Aimee?

Make sure Steve doesn't go
away without those invoices.

Oh, yes. I was just going
to take them out to him now.

Uh, Steve, you didn't
forget the invoices, did you?

Well, I probably would have.

I-I was wondering if
you, uh, remembered

that new route to Coverton.

Yeah, I traced it on the map.

Oh, well, a-a friend of
mine bought tickets for a play

for tonight and, uh, we can't...

She can't go. So I just
wondered if you'd like the tickets.

They're all bought and paid for.

It'd be a shame for
them to go to waste.

Would you go with me?

Oh, thank you,
I-I'd like to see it.

Well, maybe we
could have dinner?

That'd be fine.

Seven o'clock?

Seven o'clock.

Aimee, he's not for you.

Nothing against him, he seems
like a nice enough sort of guy,

but one foot on the ground,

the other on the
first bus out of town.

John, about these collections...

Well, never mind that now.

I'm trying to tell
you that Steve...

I just went out to give him
the invoices. You asked me to.

Well, I really think we should

decide how to make
these collections.

Gee, thanks a lot, buddy.

Sam.

Steve Younger.

Hello. Hi.

How far you going?

Up 20 miles.

Oh, good.

Twenty miles closer.

To home and mom and apple pie?

Naw, just closer to
whatever comes next.

The only home I ever
had was the army.

I joined up to see
them far away places.

You know, uh,
geisha girls, ricksha,

pretty brown eyes.

Ha. Lots of luck.

Me, four years in a
stinking Canal Zone.

Yeah, I got no mom
anymore, no pop, nobody.

The only friend
or kin Sam Barlow

ever knew was Uncle Sam.

I was, uh, nephew
number 17007171.

Well, my tickets
to the open road.

At least until I get
shed some of that...

Hey. Hey, look out!

Jump.

Come on. Jump.

Yes.

I'll be right over.

What is it, John?

Steve piled up at the
bottom of Steiner's Pass.

The truck caught on fire.

He's dead.

I know it's a shock
to you, Aimee.

He was really getting to
mean something to you.

I was being nice
to him, that's all.

He was all alone.

Steve liked being alone.

Nobody likes it, John.

I guess you been
lonely too, Aimee.

Been watching you
for two years now,

ever since you first
started working for me.

I know I'm almost 50.

You've never given
me any encouragement.

Last month I was... I was going
to speak out for myself anyway.

Then along came Steve.

And, well, it just knocked
the sand out of me

to see the way
you looked at him.

Just knocked the sand out of me.

Anyway, I, um... There it is.

Now, you go
ahead. I'll stay here.

Hello, John.

Hiya, Lou.

Nothing we could do.

He was gone when we got here.

Looks like.

Who was driving?

Name of Steve Younger.

About all I know about
him. He was a transient.

Got his trucker's ticket
when I offered him the job.

How long's he been with you?

Uh, about six weeks.

Know anything about his kinfolk?

He never mentioned any.

Got an address on him?

No, he, um, he had a
hotel room in Burleigh.

I'll have to pick up
his personal effects.

He has a locker
at the garage too.

But I imagine most of his
stuff is at the hotel room.

Well, would you or Aimee
pick them up for me?

You both live in Burleigh.
It'll save me a trip. Sure.

I'll stop by later and
get your statements.

Where you going to
take the body, Lou?

Coroner at Coverton.

Need any identification?

Impossible.

Wouldn't do any good to try.

What's left of your Mr. Younger
can't even be recognized.

The rendezvous with
death has been kept.

A man, burned
beyond identification,

will be buried, and with
him, Steve Younger.

And with Steve
Younger, Richard Kimble.

If. If Lieutenant Philip Gerard
can be made to discover

that Steve Younger
and Richard Kimble

are one and the same man.

This is his room.

There you are.

His rent was paid up.
So there's nothing owed.

But I do want a receipt
for anything taken.

It's just some people
from another room.

What are we going to do?

What was in that letter you
were writing to your father?

Nothing.

I didn't think anyone
would come until tomorrow.

Didn't expect anyone tonight.

I thought they'd come
and find the letter.

And realize who Steve
Younger really was.

They'd call Gerard and tell him
that Richard Kimble was dead.

Then maybe he'd quit.
Maybe he'd really quit.

But if you didn't
kill your wife,

why is he so vindictive?

I don't know.

It really doesn't
make any difference.

I can't run anymore.

I can't even stand up.

Aren't you going
to call the police?

But you're innocent.

Am I?

I left my wife alone. A
man came in and killed her.

And I wonder, did I really
try to save that hitchhiker?

Or had some part of me
already started to make this plan?

Now, we don't have time
to waste talking nonsense.

How do you know it's nonsense?

Well, I don't always ask myself
how I know a thing is right.

I just know I'm not
going to call the police.

Lieutenant Garlock
asked me to come here

and collect your belongings.

And if I were going to call him,

I would have done
it 10 minutes ago.

So I do know what
I am going to do.

Feel strong enough to
finish writing that letter

while I gather up your things?

I'll try.

"Just to let you know,
I'm still free, still running,

"wondering if it'll ever end.

"Love to Doug and
Sis. Kiss her kids for me.

As ever, Dick."

Well, Aimee, I don't think
there can be much doubt.

Obviously he tried to
change his appearance,

but I'm sure that the man who
worked for us was Dr. Kimble.

Funny. Of course, I
never saw the man.

But there you were, working
with him for six weeks,

never knowing him as a killer.

Didn't Dr. Kimble
always deny his guilt?

They all do, Aimee.

Yes, I suppose so.

Well, uh, I must be
getting back to work.

Thanks for your help.

I'll teletype the police
in Stafford, Indiana.

Let them know that
Richard Kimble is dead.

Fine.

Bye, lieutenant.

Bye, Aimee.

Well, I don't know what else
I can tell you about it, Chet...

Oh, wait a minute,
here's the captain.

Uh, did you authorize an
interview with Mrs. Shaw?

Yes.

Hello? Chet? Yeah.

It's okay. You can go ahead.

Yeah.

Well, what makes you so
cheerful this morning, captain?

Richard Kimble.

I just got a twix from
Pennsylvania, Phil.

He's dead.

Phil, I'll take the Shaw
report if it's ready.

Phil. Yeah?

The Shaw report.

Oh, uh, Paul can wrap
up the Shaw report.

I, um, better get
back to check this out.

Now, wait a minute, Phil.

Can't close a file
with nothing but this.

Could be a mistake.

Who you calling? Airport.

There's a plane East.

Lieutenant.

I still like to think I'm
head of this department.

I believe I know who to
send on what assignment.

Now, where's the
report I asked for?

Thank you.

Now, I got a seat for you on
a plane that leaves at 12:25.

Flight 907.

I need you back here in court
on the Shaw case on Friday.

Phil, I feel like
saying good luck,

but, uh, I'm just not sure
what that would mean.

No.

Neither am I.

I hope this ends it.

Hello.

You feeling better?

I, uh... I don't
know what day it is.

It's only tomorrow.

You've been asleep.

For how long?

Uh, since half
past 10 last night.

Fourteen hours?

Well, you needed it.

And now you need some food.

Those are shaving
things and cigarettes.

I take it you got my note.

Yes. And the clothes.

Where did they come from?

Oh, I bought them for
a cousin of mine in Erie.

You were asleep, so I
left them here this morning

before I went to work.

No chance of anyone dropping in

'cause I live alone.
Except for Rusty, the cat.

Did you put this
bandage on my head?

Yes.

I don't remember much.

Are they still
convinced I'm dead?

Yes.

Lieutenant Garlock teletyped
the Indiana police this morning.

That means Gerard is on his way.

He's flying in this afternoon.

Have they moved the wreck?

No, they can't.

Well, I've got to get out then.

What for?

The hitchhiker I
picked up, the boy.

Told me he had no relatives
except his Uncle Sam.

And he showed me his dog tags.

That's what woke me up. I
kept dreaming about them.

But you can't go out there now.

They're guarding it.

Guarding it?

The fire patrol.

They're watching it for
what they call, um, hot spots.

Besides, you're still very shaky

and Lieutenant Garlock
didn't find anything.

Lieutenant Garlock
isn't Phil Gerard.

But everything burned.

But the dog tags.

Unless they were in the cab.

And the fire was so
hot, it melted the truck.

I've got to try, Aimee.

The odds are getting worse.

I wish you'd stop
sounding so hopeless.

Aimee.

You don't know what
Phil Gerard is capable of.

You said you felt
right about helping me.

I don't know why you
want to take the risk.

Well, I...

Only once or twice in my life

have I ever asked
anybody for anything.

The first time it
turned out very badly.

The second time was yesterday

when I asked Steve Younger
to take me to the theatre.

And he was very kind
and made me feel unafraid.

But now you know
I'm not Steve Younger.

Has my knowing changed you?

Aimee, Gerard has a
way of sensing things.

He's brilliant. He knows me.

Maybe better than I know myself.

If you make one slip... Richard.

Trust me.

Oh, hello, Aimee. Come on in.

Wait here a second, will ya?

Lieutenant?

Lieutenant? This
is Aimee Renick.

She's the one who
found the letter.

Lieutenant Gerard.
How do you do?

And thank you for coming.

I hope it hasn't
spoiled your afternoon.

Not a bit.

These are the things you
wanted from the locker, lieutenant.

Oh, yes, I just
wanted to meet you

and confirm your
identification of that photograph

Lieutenant Garlock showed you.

You're positive that
Kimble and Younger

were one and the same?

Yes, I am.

But I see you're not
depending on my observations.

No, we've looked at the remains.

Inconclusive.

And we're taking fingerprints.

What's that?

Hair dye.

That's Richard Kimble.

Miss Renick, do you know
when Mr. Harlan's planning

to haul the truck out
of Steiner's Pass?

As soon as they're sure all
the fires are dead, I guess.

They're trying to
cold-trail the area now.

They'll let him know as
soon as it's safe to go in.

Maybe later this evening.

I want to check
the cab of that truck.

If I can find some latent
prints on the wheel or the dash,

that'll remove all doubts.

And this may be
the end of a hunt

that's taken me back and
forth across the country

for about a dozen times.

That and a couple 100,000 miles.

A long way for two men to run.

What about the third man?

Wasn't Dr. Kimble looking
for a man with one arm?

That was his
invention, Miss Renick.

Thank you, again.

Thank you.

Where did she learn
about the one-armed man?

Hi. You hungry?

Well, look at you.

Yeah, I'm sound as a
dollar, whatever that means.

Richard, you're well.

Ha. Everything's
working out perfectly.

What about Gerard?

Well, he's rather
frightening, isn't he?

Very polite. Anyway,
I think he's convinced.

He saw the body and
he checked your effects.

And later tonight or early
tomorrow he's going down

to try to get what they
call, um, latent prints

from the cab of the truck.

And that'll finish it.

What is it, Richard?

The cab didn't burn?

Oh, yes, it did burn.

But not completely, I guess.

Or... Richard, what is it?

I told you. The dog tags.

If the cab didn't burn
they're probably still inside.

That means Gerard'll find them.

Unless I can get there ahead
of him and find them first.

Richard.

Richard, I'm going to
drive you to the truck.

No. I feel much better.

You've saved my
life. That's enough.

But... But we could
search together.

Maybe the bag
fell out of the truck.

You did. I jumped.

Sam Barlow didn't.

Oh, please, Richard, let me.

Good evening, Miss Renick.

Oh, Lieutenant Gerard.

This is not
inconvenient, I hope.

No, uh, won't you
come in, please?

Thank you.

Oh. Were you going out?

Yes, I was, uh,
going to the drugstore,

but it can wait.

Would you like to sit down?

Thank you.

I had to, uh, tie up a
loose end, Miss Renick.

Maybe only a psychological
loose end, but, uh...

Well, you can imagine how well
I came to know Richard Kimble.

And I believe the
only thing about him

that I never understood was

that quality in him that made
sensitive, intelligent strangers

want to help him.

That would be difficult
to define, lieutenant.

He was a very attractive man.

Uh, John Harlan tells me
that you saw him socially.

No, the only date we ever had

was for the night
of the accident.

On past occasions,
uh, Kimble confided,

seldom freely or voluntarily.

If that's going
to be a question,

the answer will be, no.

He never mentioned his past.

No hint about his troubles?

None.

Curious.

You mentioned the
one-armed man this afternoon.

I've been wondering
who told you about him.

Rusty.

Shame on you.

This is Rusty, my one true love.

Rusty, you interrupted us.

I sometimes let
my dishes pile up.

I think my kitchen's a mess,

but Rusty thinks
it's a treasure trove.

Miss Renick, who did tell
you about the one-armed man?

I read about it in the papers.

I spent a couple of hours
combing through the dead-file

at the Coverton Library today.

The only accounts
of the Kimble trial

in the local papers in Coverton,

and here in Burleigh,
were very sketchy.

The one-armed man
was never mentioned.

St. Louis, Missouri is
my home town, lieutenant.

Dr. Kimble and the one-armed
man were in the headlines there.

I left St. Louis two years ago,

but I still get the
paper by mail.

Is that what you call, uh,
conclusive evidence, lieutenant?

Like, uh, fingerprints?

Yes, it is.

And, uh, you do have
fingerprints now, don't you?

Yes, from his room.

And the truck?

Lieutenant Garlock
tells me the fire patrol

will be withdrawing its guard

in another hour or two.

And when you
get the fingerprints

from the cab of the truck,

will that help tie up your
psychological loose end?

That's an odd question.

Not really.

If Richard Kimble is dead,

that would be the end of a
lot of worry and trouble for you.

And yet, you seem to be
trying to prove that he's alive.

You said, "if Kimble is dead."

And you hope it's
a slip of the tongue.

Uh, I suppose naturally
I tend to reject the idea

that my search may
become obsessive.

But, uh, it's a
hard habit to break.

If Kimble is
dead, I'll prove it.

Perhaps in spite of myself.

Thank you again, Miss Renick.
You're a stimulating woman.

You said it would be
tough, but I think it's working.

You were great, but
that cat's got to go.

I nearly fainted.

I think I've found
a psychological

loose end of my own.

You asked me before
why I was helping you.

I was lonely.

I needed somebody who needed me.

More for my own
sake than for yours.

Now I've just had my
first unselfish thought.

What's that?

The dog tags.

We've got to go and get them.

You said you were
going to the drugstore.

You better do that first, in
case Gerard is watching.

And he probably is.

Will you wait here?

I still need you.

Wait here, Aimee.

Yeah, Lou, it's John Harlan.
I thought you'd like to know.

The fire patrol has it
wrapped up out here.

Thanks, John.

I'll pick up Lieutenant Gerard.

We'll be there in
15 or 20 minutes.

Joe, get on the phone
and locate Gerard.

I'll pick him up at his
hotel. Try there first.

Did you get them?

Oh, thank goodness.

Give me this. I'll take it home

and I'll get rid of it,
a little bit at a time.

All right.

Look, I'll find a way to get
word to you as soon as I'm sure.

But I really think that Gerard
is going to buy our story.

I don't.

I think he's going to like
my story better, Dr. Kimble.

All right, Aimee, I don't think
anybody else saw your car.

Now go. I'll forget
that you were here.

Not unless you let him go, John.

Now, Aimee, please.

We were together.

You think I don't know that?

I knew you were
falling in love with him,

but I couldn't stop that and
I can't stop the way I feel.

I don't want you
mixed up in this.

I want to be mixed up in it.

I am mixed up in it.

He's innocent.

You know he claims to be.

I believe him!

Well, I don't.
And I got the gun.

And I'll shoot him
where he stands.

Run. Run!

No!

Aimee.

Aimee.

I shot her!

I didn't mean it,
Aimee, I didn't mean it.

Do something. Help her. Please.

See if there's something in
the car to put her head on.

Hurry.

It's an artery.

Your bullet hit an artery.

Let's get her to
the hospital. Quick.

No.

There's a phone
up on the highway.

Call an ambulance.

Tell them to get here
as quickly as they can.

I-I'll do that.

You go phone.

You'll have to know how
much pressure to apply

and when to release it.

Otherwise, she'll
bleed to death.

How do I know you'll
stay here if I go phone?

How do you know I'll go
to the phone, if you stay?

Richard.

Go. Please, go.

Car 4. Ambulance.
Follow up in Steiner's Pass.

Car 4. Ambulance... What is it?

Ambulance.

Garlock to headquarters.

Garlock to headquarters.
Come in please.

Uh, roger, sergeant.
Headquarters by.

Charlie, what's
that ambulance call?

They're going to Steiner's Pass.

Another accident?

Uh, gunshot accident, sarge.

Aimee Renick was shot.

John Harlan called in.

There's a doctor on the
scene, needs assistance.

Who's the doctor, Charlie?

Uh, no identification
on that, sarge. Over.

Loose end, you think?

Step on it.

Okay, Charlie, I'm
on my way out there.

The ambulance will
be on its way by now.

And John. And the police.

No matter how much
trouble John gives me,

he would rather have
shot himself than hurt you.

Now, give him a chance, Aimee.

Remember what you said once:

"more for your own
sake than for his."

The ambulance is coming, Aimee.

Richard, go. Please, go.

Aimee, I can't let him.

No, lie still.

You're making this harder
for me than it has to be.

You sure got a big heart.

If I leave, she'll
die within a minute.

I don't want it on
my conscience.

So I'm trapped.

I'm not going anywhere.

All right, Kimble,
I love this woman.

I don't know about your wife,

but if Aimee lives,
you saved her.

Me too, I guess.

They're getting
closer. Can I do that?

You can use my
car. The keys are in it.

You see where my thumb is?

Yeah.

Now, when I leave,
take your thumb,

put it into the wound
and press, and press hard.

When the intern gets here tell
him it's the subclavian artery.

Hurry, Richard. Hurry.

It's the subclavian artery.

It's only John and Aimee here.

Looks like we were wrong.

Aimee, I'll be at the
hospital as fast as I can.

She's going to make it, John.

It's a good thing
you knew what to do.

You saved her life.

How'd the accident
happen, Mr. Harlan?

I was showing her how to
use this pistol and it went off.

Who was here with her?

I found this in her car.

There was nobody here.

Except the doctor.

What doctor?

You reported that there
was a doctor on the scene.

What I probably said
was that I need a doctor.

Oh.

When you telephoned?

If there wasn't
someone else here,

why didn't Miss
Renick bleed to death

when you went to
report the accident?

She was lucky, lieutenant.

Just say she was lucky.

Sooner or later
we're going to find out

that the doctor
was here and alive.

Will you put out an
All Points Bulletin

with Richard
Kimble's description?

Now, indeed, Steve
Younger is dead.

But the thin thread which
binds Richard Kimble to life

winds back into the fingers
of Lieutenant Philip Gerard.

Who will follow it.
And cut it if he can.