The Fugitive (1963) s01e04 Episode Script

Richard Kimble.
doctor of medicine.
death row, state prison.
Richard Kimble has been tried and convicted for the murder of his wife.
But laws are made by men, carried out by men.
And men are imperfect.
Richard Kimble is innocent.
Proved guilty, what Richard Kimble could not prove, was that moments before discovering his wife's body, he encountered a man running from the vicinity of his home.
A man with one arm.
A man who has not yet been found.
Richard Kimble ponders his fate as he looks at the world for the last time and sees only darkness.
But in that darkness fate moves its huge hand.
The Fugitive.
A QM production.
Starring David Janssen as the fugitive.
With guest stars, Susan Oliver Robert Duvall Lee Philips Will Kuluva.
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Gerard.
Tonight's episode, "Never Wave Goodbye, Part I.
" No, no, honey, nothing's come up.
Have him roll the sleeping bags.
I- I'll be home by 6.
Yeah.
Bye.
Great excitement.
I'm taking Flip camping this weekend.
At last.
Good.
Uh, Phil, what is this? Uh "Philip 'Clem' Palmers, "six months L.
A.
County Jail, assault and battery.
"Verify the 3rd of April, 1960.
"Want and hold.
Los Angeles County Sheriff.
" Oh, that's, uh, an old want I sent out, captain.
On what case? Well, the, uh- The Kimble case.
Oh.
I see.
The good doctor claimed there was a one-armed man.
I'm proving there wasn't.
I've got a general bulletin out.
I ought to get a kickback on any one-armed man any department, anywhere, arrested for a crime against a woman.
So you got a kickback.
What do you do about the suspect? Interrogate him.
In Los Angeles? Even if it were in Nome, Alaska.
Phil, Kimble should've been executed a year ago.
Yeah, if I hadn't let him escape.
Nobody blames you for a train wreck.
Phil, I wish you'd close this case.
The judge and jury closed the case.
I just want Kimble.
Why do you think it'll be you who finds him? Because I know the man.
I know how he lives.
Pittsburgh, five weeks.
Pittsburgh Homicide misses him by ten days.
For over a month, a clerk in a Minneapolis post office wonders where he's seen his garbage man before.
The day Kimble leaves town, the clerk remembers.
He's been looking at him on the wall of the post office every morning.
But, captain, he can dye his hair, but he can't change his character.
Kimble is a self-respecting citizen here, all his life.
He's not a vagrant.
Put yourself in his place.
You move into a town.
You sell papers, or clean fish, or collect garbage, any job where you don't have to have identification.
But after four, five, six weeks, what happens? The guy at the next counter starts noticing that you think a little faster than he does, you maybe use bigger words.
So he starts asking questions.
So you move on, and on, and on, and on, but sooner or later, you don't move quite so quickly.
Because you're tired of moving.
You're tired of running.
And sooner or later, you find a place where you think you're safe.
And you stay.
And that, captain, is the beginning of the end.
I hope so, Phil.
Sometimes I wonder if you ever decided he was guilty.
Captain, you don't understand.
The law decided he was guilty, I don't have to.
And you don't have to interrogate one-armed men.
You don't have to go to Los Angeles.
Or maybe you do.
Mary.
Yes, sir.
Get the lieutenant a roundtrip ticket to Los Angeles.
Santa Barbara, California.
Two hours up the coast from Los Angeles.
A harbor town, a fishing town, an early mission town.
To Richard Kimble, temporarily using the name Jeff Cooper, it has been a sanctuary.
But a fugitive knows that a sanctuary becomes a trap if he stays too long.
All right, move on if you want to.
I don't see why.
I have to go do the books.
He troubles you, Jeff? Tommy Edwards troubles you? He doesn't trouble me, uh, Lars.
Jeff, why must you go this time? I just have to, that's all.
It is Karen, isn't it? You are afraid she's falling in love with you.
Why? You do not have a wife anywhere, Jeff? I have no wife.
Then you are only afraid to grow roots? You- You know the fig tree in town? It comes a hundred years ago across the sea from Australia, I hear.
So it- It has traveled too.
And now it- It has roots and it grows.
So big it is the biggest in the world.
Is it so unhappy? To stay would not be so bad, Jeff.
No, it wouldn't be so bad.
But I can't.
I think she's already in love with you, Jeff.
She should not have to wave goodbye to someone she loves again.
What does that mean, Lars? Once she stood in a hospital corridor and waved goodbye to her mother, and Karen was crying because she was only 10 years old.
And for days her father- I-I hate to say this because he is my brother, but he's a weak, weak, weak man.
He was like a-a-a simpleton.
And one morning, she waved goodbye to him.
And now there are two letters in 12 years.
She should not have to wave goodbye again.
She didn't tell me that.
It makes it harder.
There is the doctor to see if I will maybe live through the rest of the day.
That's the man Karen should marry.
Maybe.
Is the sail ready? Just about.
To go is a mistake, Jeff.
I don't want to go, Lars.
I don't want to go at all.
Then maybe you will stay.
Maybe you will stay.
Anyway, uh in our own Santa Barbara way, it was kind of a nice luau.
But I missed you, Karen.
I'm sorry, Ray.
I'd like it to be like it was, but it's not.
If I eased up on my work a little, if I saw more of you, could it be like it was? I don't know.
I haven't known since Jeff Cooper.
Anyway, you can't ease up, and you shouldn't.
Tsk, oh, poor me.
You're trying to doctor the whole Mexican population, and Jeff is just a rolling stone.
I wish he'd keep on rolling.
Or, uh, maybe it's too late for that.
Did you let Jeff wheel you back from lunch? Most of the way.
From now on, let him wheel you all the way.
Why? Because you're the only sailmaker in town.
Is my jib ready? They're finishing it.
It is too hard work to sign my name, doctor? What did you mean by that? A little joke.
I talked to Jeff.
Will he stay? I don't know.
Bu- But he can't leave now.
We have all those summer orders.
Yeah, Karen.
The summer orders.
Thank you, Uncle Lars.
Keep trying.
Hey, Jeff, uh don't let Lars wheel himself around.
You push him, okay? Okay.
Eric? Yes, doctor, I will watch him too.
Say, where'd you learn to tie a knot like that? I don't know, I just always have.
Did you ever study medicine? Would I be learning how to make sails if I'd studied medicine, doctor? You would have made a good surgeon.
Eric, please don't look at me like that.
I'm sorry.
Well, just don't.
Lars says he's a natural.
We'll bring it out to your boat tomorrow.
Around 10, okay? Fine.
See you then.
All right.
It's not your last one, is it, Jeff? I'm afraid so.
Stay a few more weeks.
Until the regatta's over anyway.
For the summer orders.
All right.
A few more weeks.
Good.
When a man of the law becomes a hunter, there is no peace in his heart.
There is no peace in his home.
Oh, Phil, you can't do this to Flip.
Not again.
He's been rolling sleeping bags, packing knapsacks, practicing fly-casting all day.
I'm sorry, Ann.
I have to go.
It's my job to go.
Oh, Phil.
The Kimble case is closed.
You've made it more than your job.
You know it, don't you? Where is Flip? In his room.
Probably packing again.
Flip.
Yes, sir? Um We can't go camping.
Not tomorrow.
Why? Well, because, uh I have to go to Los Angeles.
Why? Um well, because a long time ago, a man broke the law, and, uh well, the law is something like this fishing line.
If it's broken or tangled, the whole set-up's no good.
Rod, reel, flies.
And, uh if somebody tangles it, well, somebody else has to untangle it.
Otherwise nothing works at all.
Okay? I don't care if it worked.
Ijust wanted to go fishing.
Yeah, well, we will, Flip.
One of these days we will.
This is KOA marine operator.
I have an emergency call for Dr.
Brooks aboard the yacht Tranquilizer.
Come in, please.
Hi, Ray.
Okay, Juan, I'll, uh, meet you at the hospital.
It's freshening up, Ray.
We could sail around Anacapa.
Well, I wish you would.
Shake the jib down before the race.
But, uh, me, I'm gonna have a baby.
Oh, Ray, no.
Yeah, see you later.
What happened to Ray? He had to go to the hospital.
He wants us to try out the new jib.
I'll call Lars and tell him we're going.
Thanks, operator.
Lars? Eric.
Karen? You're going sailing with Jeff? Alone? Where is Ray? I'll tell him, but I don't think you should go.
Karen is going sailing with Jeff in Ray's boat.
Good.
Lay out the reach.
Okay? Alone? That is not right.
They sail the dinghy alone.
I do not think she should sail in a cabin sloop with him alone.
Why not? Why not, Eric? Because what do we know about him? He is honest.
He works hard.
What else is there? But do you know what? What? Today the doctor said he tied knots like a surgeon.
What do you think of that? He has clever fingers.
Good.
Well, I think he is hiding from somebody.
Who? A wife, maybe.
Nope.
Bill collectors.
Or maybe, uh Maybe what? Maybe the police.
You say this but you don't know.
This is awful.
An- And from you, Eric.
And once you were a fugitive yourself, weren't you? I was a 12 year old child.
Ja.
A 12 year old child, that your mama and daddy had to send away from Oslo, before the underground taught you what it is to report your own people to the Gestapo.
I was a child.
Ja, Eric, and I am sorry.
But suppose I had not taken you then? Suppose that.
So I think if he runs from something, it is not his fault.
So you will not make him trouble.
I will do what you say.
I was thinking only of her.
Ja.
Yes, I see how she looks at this man.
How? You should've heard her voice on the phone.
With him she feels something she cannot help.
And you let her go out in the channel with him alone.
Now, what can you expect? What do you think will happen? What do you think will happen? She will She will what? What is this dirty filth from you? Mustn't make her wave goodbye again.
Careful, commodore.
Don't fall in.
Look, over there.
Hey, it's awfully nice topside today.
I wonder what happened to the lads in the fo'c's'le.
I heard 'em singing their chanties a while back.
You don't suppose they fell in the drink, do you? Heh, you nut.
Trim the jib.
Okay.
You're a good sailor, Jeff.
Let's enter the dinghy race on Sunday.
We'll beat everybody, okay? Okay.
A sailor's wife His star shall be See where she stands and waves Her hand upon the quay And every day while I'm away She'll watch for me I'm sorry, eh Lars told me.
Sometimes, Karen, you h- You have to wave goodbye.
You will in a couple of weeks.
All right, let's head back.
It's such a pretty town, Jeff.
Please don't go.
I love you, Jeff.
I can't stay, Karen.
I can't fall in love.
The yacht Tranquilizer.
Yacht Tranquilizer from marine operator.
KOA marine operator calling the yacht Tranquilizer.
Lars had a heart attack.
Oh.
Just his niece for the present, please.
What happened, Eric? You ask what happened.
I-it's your fault as much as mine.
What? Yes.
Sure, I should not argue with him.
But why should you sail with Karen? Why should you take advantage of this old man? Who are you? I think you are running from somebody Jeff Cooper.
I think maybe I can find out.
I know I can find out.
So start running again.
Because if he dies, you'll be very sorry.
I'mgoing to leave in a couple of weeks.
Eric.
Why not leave now, okay? As soon as I see Lars.
Are you leaving? Yeah.
Why not? Big country.
Lot of opportunity, doctor.
Uh, here there's a rider wanted, "share expenses to New York.
" The artichoke crops are very heavy in the Salinas Valley.
The Oregon apple harvest is very good.
It's a big country.
Why rot in one spot? Well, I'll have to admit I won't be sorry to see you go.
But I want you to know, Jeff, that I like you.
Thanks, Ray.
There's, uh, just one thing, though.
What's that? I think you're out of your mind.
"One-armed man "Assault "Assault on a woman.
"The L.
A.
County Jail.
" Jeff.
He'd like to see you.
Now, Eric, remember what I say.
Yes, Lars.
Don't leave her, Jeff.
I'm going to try to stay, Lars.
There's a man I have to see in the morning in Los Angeles.
If he's the right man Ja? If he's the right man, I'll be back.
And she'll never have to be alone again.
Oh, no.
I hope you did not mean that you'll stay.
I meant it, Eric.
I'm gonna try to stay.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are approaching Los Angeles International Airport in the City of the Angels.
Temperature on the ground is 68 degrees.
We of the crew would like to thank you for flying with us, and we hope you've had a pleasant trip.
City of the Angels.
Seven million angels.
Tsk, all shootin' for the big jackpot.
Hm.
One hundred more drive out here every day.
Every day.
More people, more cars, more smog.
Me? I travel.
I tell everybody, sounds good, City of the Angels, but you go out there, and you might not find what you're after.
I'll find what I'm after.
Somewhere.
You are going.
I have to see somebody in the L.
A.
County Jail.
County jail? If he's the right man, I'll be back.
And if he's not, I'll have to move on.
That's all that I can tell you.
That's all that you can tell me? That's all.
You taking the bus? Yeah.
Can I drive you to the station? No, stay here, Karen.
Please.
Okay, come on.
Jeff.
What? When you get to that door I know.
The Hall of Justice, Los Angeles County.
Courtrooms, Sheriff's headquarters, detective bureau.
And the county jail.
Even on a Saturday it swarms with deputies.
But on Saturdays come the families of the prisoners too.
Richard Kimble has learned to be a face in the crowd.
Anything in his trial, lieutenant? No, nothing.
He's just a one-armed man who likes to beat up women, that's all.
I'd like to look at his rap sheet before I talk to him.
Well, see the watch commander, third floor.
All right.
Thanks.
Thirteenth floor.
Visitor's screener room.
Over there.
Clem Palmer.
A relative? Uh, he- He's an old army buddy.
If he's the right fella.
Huh.
Uh, get Clem Palmer out of 10A2.
Okay.
Right over there.
Well, he wasn't in jail in 1960.
I guess we'd better have our talk.
All right, lieutenant.
You want to go up to the attorney's visiting room? It's on the tenth floor.
Give this note to the sergeant.
Thanks.
Okay, Palmer.
Who's for Palmer? Who's for Palmer? Me.
I've never seen you.
What do you want? I thought I knew you from the Army.
When in the Army? Nineteen sixty.
Nineteen sixty, huh? Yeah.
Don't give me that.
You're heat.
You're some kind of bull.
Why ain't we down in the attorney's visiting room, if you're some kind of bull? I'm not.
I'll tell you where I was in 1960, you wanna know? Got a light? Over here.
Let him light his own.
With one arm? In 1960, bull, I was in the neuropsychiatric ward of the VA Hospital on Sepulveda.
You wanna check, my doc's name- No, it- Doesn't matter.
You're not the man.
It doesn't matter.
Tenth floor.
Any weapons, lieutenant? Oh, excuse me, lieutenant.
Tenth floor.
Kimble.
Kimble! There's a fugitive on that elevator.
Open this gate.
Your daddy's there because he made a mistake.
I had to drive down- Don't be seen with me.
Jeff.
My car's just down the street.
What's wrong? Keep away from me.
Paper.
Paper? Paper.
Paper.
Paper, mister? Did this man come out of there? Yeah.
He went on that bus.
There's a fugitive on that bus.
Yeah, lieutenant, but I got prisoners.
Bring 'em along.
Hey, go, man, go.
I'm gonna get off this bus at the next stop.
I want you to stay on.
You understand? It was the wrong man? Yeah.
It's an MTA bus outbound on the Hollywood Freeway.
Hey, man, don't go so fast.
Well, I'm a citizen, and you're makin' me nervous.
Hey, not me, man.
Hey, come on, code three, huh? Hey, peel rubber, huh? You've got to leave, Karen.
We'll go get my car, and then we're going home.
My bag's at the bus station.
So, what did you tell him? I told him I was in the VA psycho ward on Sepulveda all of '60.
And I was too, bull.
Then he lit me a butt and split.
I see.
Well- Oh, he, uh, didn't leave you the match book, did he? No, sir.
No, could have had a gun in it.
Okay.
Uh, you wouldn't know what he did with the match? Oh.
Sails.
Working in a yacht club? A boat broker? Used to spend his summers sailing in Maine.
What else? A sailmaker.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
So I filed off the handcuffs, and I've been running ever since.
What's wrong, Jeff? Oh.
When you're running you- You always wonder if they'll be able to trace you with something you've left behind.
Toothbrush in a hotel room, stub of a train ticket.
Aburnt out match.
And it, uh, usually turns out to be nothing except your imagination.
I'm tired of running, Karen, I'm awfully tired.
Don't run.
I know now.
I can help.
People here already like you, and you don't have to meet anybody new, working in the loft.
What about Eric? Oh, I can handle Eric.
No.
Gerard.
Ah, he's never gonna quit.
He knows I'm on this coast.
I'll have to keep moving fast and far.
Have to stay ahead of him.
Or do I? He knows I've always traveled in jumps before.
Suppose this time I didn't? Suppose I stayed? Please? All right.
And maybe What? Maybe we won't have to wave goodbye.
Richard Kimble has seen the eyes of the hunter.
He knows that for Gerard the chase will never end.
But his bones ache from running, and he needs the love of a girl.
For sanctuary he will risk a trap.
For in the long, long chase, he has lost everything but hope.