The Fugitive (1963) s02e06 Episode Script
Tiger Left, Tiger Right
You ever been to Miami Beach? Yes.
With a girl? Yes.
Particular girl? Particular, yes, but she didn't carry a gun.
I've heard about those nights down there.
They're warm, very warm.
I'll bet we could really swing down there.
Just the three of us.
You and me and all that money.
NARRATOR: The Fugitive.
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.
Frees him to run before therelentless pursuit of the police lieutenant obsessed with hiscapture.
ANNOUNCER: The guest stars in tonight's story: Leslie Nielsen, Carol Rossen, Jeanne Bal.
Tonight's episode "Tiger Left, Tiger Right".
NARRATOR: Those who run need sanctuary: a time and a place to catch their breath and plan ahead.
On the estate of a wealthy couple, Richard Kimble has found a temporary haven.
Hey, Frank, look.
Watch yourself, Glenn.
Look, Mom.
( dramatic theme playing ) Frank, is he hurt? It might be a broken arm.
He's probably sprained his ankle too.
Oh, Glennie, I've told you a dozen times about that wall.
Come on, partner, you get a free ride.
I'll, uh I'll call the doctor.
No, let's take him right in.
( suspenseful theme playing ) Is he gonna hurt me, Frank? Maybe a little.
But you're a brave boy, aren't you? Will you stay with me, Frank? Yeah, sure I will.
( dramatic theme playing ) Yes, yes.
We're at Dr.
Garber's office now.
No, no.
I don't think it's serious.
Probably nothing but a simple sprain.
We'll take an x-ray at the hospital to be sure.
We're going over to the hospital.
Why don't you meet us there? I-I know you're busy, but-but this is Saturday.
All right, then you can just stay there.
It's only his son.
DR.
GARBER: All right, young man, let's test that ankle.
How does it feel? Okay.
Fine.
We'll have that arm fixed up in no time.
Would you want me to go with him? No, don't bother, Frank.
You can take the car back.
Dr.
Garber will drop us off later.
Then you'll tell me about it when you get home, huh? Frank thank you.
You having trouble? Well, uh, let's see, something wrong with the distributor I think.
Want me to give you a hand? Thank you.
I sure appreciate it.
Well, it doesn't look too serious.
Good.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( phone rings ) I'll get it.
Hello.
Uh, let me talk to your mother.
It's for you, Mom.
Hello.
Hello.
Mrs.
Pryor? Yes.
Now, you look, I've got your husband.
What? If you want to get him back you're gonna have to pay me $100,000.
What are you talking about? I guess you heard me all right.
Now you better start thinking about that money.
For your information, my husband is right here at home.
Believe me, I've got him and I'm not going to give him back until you pay.
It's the first time I've done this kind of thing and I'm nervous about it, so don't kid around with me because I might hurt the man.
I don't know what kind of a sick mind you've got but I don't appreciate your sense of humor.
( dramatic theme playing ) Cheyney did you make the call? Cheyney, did you make the call? Yeah.
Yeah, well, what'd she say, Cheyney? Will you answer me? Come on.
Now, Cheyney, no more of that.
Wake up.
Stop.
Come on, get up.
Frank Jordan? Who the devil's Frank Jordan? I'm Frank Jordan.
You empty-minded jerk.
What were you doing in the car with his wife and kid? I'm the gardener.
The boy got hurt in the yard.
I was driving him to the doctor.
Calluses and dirt under the nails.
Well, that's no millionaire, that's the hired help.
Congratulations, you got us a real prize, didn't you? Ah, what am I supposed to do? The kid was even hugging him.
The gardener.
That's terrific.
What's he worth, Cheyney? Five dollars, maybe 10? Oh, don't.
Don't.
Pryor, I wanted.
I wanted to make him sweat out every minute.
What'd you say your name was? Frank.
Not a bad looking guy, Frank.
Never mind how he looks.
How long you been with the Pryors? Two months.
He says the kid hugged you.
So? Nothing but a lousy gardener.
But he's alive.
Pryor might not want a dead man on his conscience.
Yeah, what does he care? What he did to me.
He sits on his pennies.
Yeah, what have we got to lose? Some money is better than no money.
All you gotta do is make another phone call.
Well, if you won't do it, I will.
All right, all right.
You're in luck, Frank.
We're gonna trade you in.
Ordinarily, I wouldn't have asked you to drop by, Lieutenant.
Probably just a crank call.
Something else happened this morning that disturbed us.
Oh, thank you very much, Mr.
Pryor.
What was it that disturbed you? Well, we found one of our cars down the road.
It was abandoned, the key still in the ignition.
Stolen? No, nothing like that.
Our gardener was bringing it back from town.
Look, it's probably just a false alarm.
I think he got bored with this job and took off.
Frank would have told us.
He's a responsible man.
My wife has great faith in human nature, lieutenant.
She should have been a social worker.
Mike, a man is missing.
He may be in trouble.
Wait, wait.
There's no harm in checking.
Want to give us a description? Doug.
His name's Frank Jordan.
He's in his mid-30s, Comes from, uh I don't know.
Do you, Laura? No.
Oh, would-would a picture help? Yes, very much, Mrs.
Pryor.
I took one on Glenn's birthday.
He wanted Frank in the picture.
I, uh, think it's in Glenn's bedroom.
Excuse me.
( phone rings ) Hello.
Hello.
Mr.
Pryor? That's right.
Who's this? Never mind.
How's your family gardener? What about him? Well, he's gonna die unless you cough up $25,000.
That-that's a lot of money.
How can I be sure you've got him? Well, you'll just have to take that on faith.
And Pryor, the man I really wanted was you.
That's very flattering.
Maybe.
But unless you want him to die in your place, you better get that money.
Well, I'll-- I'll have to think about it.
Well, don't you take long.
I'll call back and don't you call the police.
You're being watched.
Hello? Hello? Did you recognize that voice? Was that anybody you knew? No, I don't think so.
Was that him again? Yes.
He's got Jordan.
Apparently I was number one on his shopping list but he made a mistake.
Are those the pictures, Mrs.
Pryor? Oh, yes.
Yes, this one.
( dramatic theme playing ) You know this guy? No.
I don't think so.
Do you? Hmm Maybe not.
Look, we've got work to do.
Notify the local FBI.
Fill them in.
Yes, sir.
He told me to stay away from the police.
It's too late for that, Mr.
Pryor.
We're already in it.
Suppose he's watching? No, he isn't.
At least not yet.
I've had a squad car parked in your driveway all this time.
He wouldn't have called if he was.
Where are you going? To my office.
This picture, it bothers me.
I want to check it out with our files.
Uh-uh.
Just stretching my legs.
Stretch 'em on that side of the room.
You sure you could use that gun? Mister, I'm just one step away from $25,000.
You'd better believe I'll use this gun if I have to.
Mind if I have a cigarette? Who are you trying to impress? Impress? Nobody's really that cool.
Your life is in danger.
I guess it is.
You want one of these? When I do, I'll get one.
Put them back on the table.
I don't mean to antagonize you.
Well, just what do you mean? Well, we're both here.
Until Cheyney gets back might as well relax.
Sure.
We could cuddle up and have a ball and then you'd grab the gun and check out.
I said you were good-looking, but don't take me to heart.
Cheyney's my husband.
That's right.
Me and he promised to love, honor and obey.
You didn't think I was his type did you? Not particularly.
Yeah, well, he wasn't always on crutches.
Before the accident he was quite a guy.
I mean, all my friends used to envy me.
And I really loved him.
( car pulls up ) ( suspenseful theme playing ) Did he give you any trouble? He's still here, isn't he? What about the car? I'll take it around back later.
Isn't that sweet? He brought one for you.
Thank the man.
Thank you.
Hear anything on the radio? No.
Pryor's kept his mouth shut.
You're wasting your time.
He's not going to pay any money for me.
I'm not important to him.
You'd better be.
Do you mean to say that I had a convicted murderer right here in my house? Yes, sir.
And in spite of that you expect my cooperation? I'm afraid we need it.
Well, the man's a killer.
Why should I help him? Because they may kill him if you don't, Mr.
Pryor.
Well, that's not the point.
You only want to save him so you can execute him.
What difference does it make how he dies? Mike.
No, I mean it.
They want to put him in the electric chair or the gas chamber.
They're asking me to finance it.
Well, look at it this way, Mr.
Pryor.
If the kidnapper escapes, he may try it again.
Next time he'll get an innocent victim.
How do I know it is a kidnapping? Maybe Kimble's behind the whole thing.
It's probably just a scheme to extort money.
Mike, we both know him.
He's not that kind of man.
I'm not gonna argue about it.
I'll stay here by the phone.
I'll help them trace his calls.
That's as far as I go.
( dramatic theme playing ) That crutch is driving me crazy.
Why don't you give up, Cheyney? Not a chance.
He's gonna pay.
For what? For this.
You know what it feels like to be dead from the waist down? It's a whole new ballgame, mister.
Pryor didn't put you on crutches, did he? Didn't he? You're talking too much.
You know, a couple years ago, I busted loose from the Signal Corps.
I was gonna knock the world on its tail.
I got hit by a truck, that's how this happened.
Do you know who owned that truck? Pryor.
Got a fleet of them all over the country.
It was an accident.
He wasn't driving.
I'm not finished.
When I came to in the hospital, a lawyer was standing over my bed with a piece of paper for me to sign.
He said they'd pay for the operation.
I didn't know any better so I signed it.
That took Pryor and his company off the hook.
How many operations did you have? Three and they didn't take.
Legally I couldn't get back at Pryor any more.
But I wrote him lots of letters and I asked him for work.
Anything: a janitor, elevator operator, and he didn't answer, not one of them.
That's when Irene got the smart idea to grab a hold of Pryor.
You had a raw deal.
But this isn't going to work.
So, what are you trying to tell me? I should let you go? So you can run to the cops.
I won't do that.
Sure.
I can't.
What do you mean, you can't? I'm in trouble.
If I go to the police, they'll arrest me.
You mean you got a record? Yeah, something like that.
It's a trick.
I don't know.
He don't talk like a gardener.
Let me walk out that door, I'll be a hundred miles from here by the time it's dark.
You're not gonna listen to him, are you, Cheyney? Pryor owes me for a new pair of legs.
I'm gonna collect.
Why do we need another phone? Mr.
McIntire here wants to keep a line open to his company.
That way we can try for a quick trace if the kidnapper calls again.
Stand by down there.
And don't go out for coffee.
I'm leaving this off the hook.
All set, lieutenant.
No promises, though.
Everybody's hedging their bets around here.
What, uh, what are the chances of getting him back, Mr.
Warren? It's hard to say, Mrs.
Pryor.
We're doing everything we can do.
Without your husband's help, I don't know.
Mr.
McIntire, what exactly is the problem downtown? Well, there is no actual problem, sir.
It's just a matter of time and we can't guarantee that we can trace-- It's not the question of guarantee.
I think if this thing can be set up-- Mike, I want to talk to you.
Mm-hmm Why can't you look at me? Are you ashamed? Ashamed? You should be.
You know, Mike, I've learned to live with your indifference to me, but you're allowing a decent man to die by ignoring him like this, by acting as if he doesn't exist.
Define "decent" for me, Laura.
You've seen a great deal more of Kimble than I have.
I've seen him doing your job with your son.
And whatever he's suffering now is in your place.
"In my place.
" Well, let's discuss that for a minute.
Mike, I'm just asking you to help the man.
I-I didn't ask him to suffer anything for me, or to take my place as a father or anything else.
If you feel that we owe him some personal debt, I wish you'd tell me why.
( dramatic theme playing ) No.
No, Mike, I can't tell you why.
I can only tell you that-- That after 12 years you suddenly turn my stomach.
Lieutenant tell me what you want me to do.
Now, you really don't want out of here, do you? I mean, if what you say is true, out's no better than in, is it? Well, maybe you're right.
Why keep looking out those windows? Why keep looking at those pictures? Why keep looking at these pictures? Miami, Florida.
Fresh air and sunshine.
Same thing out there.
I ain't never been around the quiet type very much.
I wonder what you're like when you really flip.
Well, I'm glad I'm an interesting novelty for you.
You ever been to Miami Beach? Yes.
With a girl? Yes.
Particular girl? Particular, yes, but she didn't carry a gun.
I heard about those nights down there.
They're warm.
Very warm.
And all that sand.
I'll bet we could really swing down there.
Just the three of us.
You and me and all that money.
Would, uh, you gentlemen like any more coffee? No, no, no, thank you, Mrs.
Pryor.
( phone rings ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Hello, Fred? This could be it.
Remember, keep him talking as long as you possibly can.
Hello.
( clears throat ) Hello.
Speaking.
Yes, you'll get the money.
Tell them to hurry.
I don't know how long he can stall.
Wait a minute, is he all right? ( dramatic theme playing ) MR.
PRYOR: I wanna talk to him.
Hello hello? He hung up.
( sighs ) MR.
PRYOR ( on recording ): Hello.
Hello? CHEYNEY ( on recording ): Pryor? Speaking.
Make up your mind? Yes.
You'll get the money.
Do you have it there? Not yet.
The bank is sending it over by messenger.
Make sure it's in small, unmarked bills.
I'll call you later and tell you where to leave it.
Wait a minute.
Is he all right? He's fine, so far.
I wanna talk to him.
He's not in the mood.
I'll call you later.
Hello? Is that the man you spoke to, Mrs.
Pryor? Yes.
Good boy, Fred.
Let's have it.
Gentlemen, we don't have an address yet, but it came from the Oak Lane section.
Let's go.
When you get the address, call my office.
They'll radio it out to me.
( dramatic theme playing ) MAN ( over radio ): Address confirmed.
638-- Repeat.
--638 Foxcroft Road.
Over.
Is there a telephone number? Over.
Fitzroy 419.
All right.
Thank you.
Over and out.
You know where that is? A few miles from here.
( suspenseful theme playing ) Father, has anybody used that phone in the last half hour? No one.
I've been sitting here working on Sunday's sermon.
Any visitors? Not a soul.
They, uh, generally leave me alone when I'm writing a sermon.
I have a reputation for breathing brimstone.
Father, is there an extension telephone in the church? No, this is the only phone.
I'm sorry, gentlemen.
I-I wish I could be of more help.
Well, thank you, Father.
But I'm afraid you don't deal in the kind of miracles we're looking for.
Then right after the accident you, uh you couldn't move your legs? Not an inch.
These operations you talked about, were they brain operations? No.
On my spine.
For all the good that did me.
What do you know about that stuff? I, uh, used to work in a hospital.
Is that what you're on the run for? Abortion? No.
Well, all right, you know all the facts let's hear it.
You got a new wonder drug that will cure me.
All I got to do is have another operation.
I should let you go and then I check into a charity ward, huh? Well, come on, what's the verdict? Well, no one can be sure without a complete examination.
But from what you've told me, I I doubt if you'll walk again.
Well, at least you're honest.
No song and dance.
Glory hallelujah.
I was hoping it would be curable.
Give you another reason for giving this up.
You still on that kick? I never left it.
He listens to you.
Why don't you talk him out of it? I have 25,000 good reasons.
That's a lot of money.
Is it for Cheyney, or is it for you? Knock it off.
Now, you listen to me, mister.
Maybe I am in this for the money.
Maybe I just am tired of being nursemaid and maybe I just want to grab that kitty and run.
Irene.
But you're forgetting one thing: maybe I love that broken-down joke.
Then why don't you help him? Oh, please.
Help me? Now, you listen to me, buddy.
I make my own decisions.
Do you? Yeah.
What about Pryor? He's going to pay off, isn't he? For all you know, Mr.
Pryor's already called the police.
Oh, the police.
Well, that won't make any difference.
If they're in on this, they're sitting around with egg on their face.
I sent them to church and it isn't even Sunday.
( laughs ) This is probably how he fooled you.
It's a test phone.
Our installation men use them every day.
What for? It lets them cut in to check a line.
All the kidnapper would have to do was get into the church basement and attach this to the terminal.
Then the call would go out over Father Connelly's line.
Is the company missing any of these? He can make one himself if he knows how.
MAN: Great, isn't it? He can call from now until doomsday.
There's no way to trace it.
We might check the office.
See if one is missing.
I'll check it out.
What are you looking for? Well, we gotta figure that the kidnapper has a hideout where he's keeping Kimble.
Chances are it's not too far away from Father Connelly's church.
I don't see him doing much traveling just to make a phone call.
Shall we concentrate on that area? Yeah, we send out every available squad car.
Would you get on it, Doug? Right.
I was just thinking Kimble won't be very happy when you show up.
Yeah, and he won't be very happy if we don't.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( car stopping ) The cops.
Couldn't know we're here.
They'd be breaking down the door.
Watch it.
Shh.
( suspenseful theme playing ) What were you gonna do with the gun, shoot it? Here's the plan, Mr.
Pryor.
We're hoping to pick him up after you make the drop.
Now, the entire area will be staked out.
Sooner or later, he'll have to come and get this money.
Suppose that doesn't work? Well, we have one other contingency plan.
Doug? This is a radio transmitter.
Don't let the size fool you, it's very powerful.
We'll cushion it in foam rubber.
Before we put the money into the briefcase, we'll sew it into the lining.
It'll beam a signal that we can trace by triangulation.
We can use the directional antennas on our car to get a fix on it.
If they're in the neighborhood, won't we scare him off? No, not if we follow at a safe distance.
Once we give this baby a voice, we'll know exactly where it is, and we won't be very far behind it.
( phone rings ) Hello? CHEYNEY: Now listen carefully.
An hour from now, drive down Highway 126, between Springfield and Waterville.
You keep your headlights on and when you see a light flashing at the side of the road, you throw the money out.
Now, you got that? Yes.
And you don't stop.
Just drive by.
Don't bring the cops with you, otherwise your gardener's a dead man.
That's very clever.
Highway 126 is in flat country.
There are no trees, no places of concealment.
We can't afford a stake out.
Well, looks like we'll have to depend on this.
Mike.
Be careful.
I'm just a delivery boy.
Thanks.
( starts engine ) I'd better get out there.
Well, a few more minutes, it'll all be over.
And then what? Then I start living, like a human being.
Alone? I won't be alone.
After she gets that money? Lay off of her.
Are you afraid I'm right? I said, lay off of her.
( suspenseful theme playing ) Let's go.
Thanks.
No.
No, sir.
That's all you can do.
We'll keep you posted.
Pryor made the drop.
Any word yet? Not yet.
Now, this is Highway 126.
The kidnapper picked up the briefcase somewhere along here.
We have two cars in the area.
When the reports start coming in, I want you to triangulate so we can get a location.
( beeping ) That's it, get out your map.
Car 6, calling Control.
Car 6, calling Control.
Come in, please.
Over.
Come in, 6.
We picked up a signal.
It's weak but we're on it.
Over.
Where? Where are you? About a mile east of the bridge.
Over.
Stay with it.
Over and out.
Control calling Car 5, calling Car 5.
Signal reported one mile east of bridge.
Proceed at once and establish fix.
( laughing ) It's all here, honey.
I'll take these out to the car.
Okay.
Get the rest of the gear.
No more.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( car engine starts ) Hey what's going on here? Irene.
Irene! She's gone.
I mean, she's gone.
( crying ) Car 5 on Paper Mill Road, Signal growing stronger.
Location narrowed to the general area of West Oak Lane.
( over radio ): Will keep you informed.
Listening.
Out.
Thank you, Control.
Over and out.
Headed for West Oak Lane.
Look, Cheyney, I know the police.
They should be very close by now.
The main thing is that I I don't really blame her.
I try to, but I can't.
The only chance you ever had was to grab the money and run.
Smart.
That's right.
She was smart to get out when she did.
Forget about her.
Let me go and you get out of here before they catch us.
I guess I'm not much of a man for a woman like that.
All right, Cheyney.
( cocks gun ) Hold it.
I've got to gamble.
It's either you or the police.
( car stopping ) ( suspenseful theme playing ) Cheyney? Where is he? I was thinking Well, who ever-- Take care of you? Well, stop staring like an idiot.
Let's get out of here.
Yeah, okay.
All right, come on.
You, too.
( over radio ): Positive fix, lieutenant.
Signal coming from Fremont area near Dunkirk Road.
And moving.
( beeping ) He's heading for Highway 99.
It'll take him right into California.
Hello, Control, this is Lieutenant Hess.
Have Car 5 meet me at the junction of Dunkirk Road and US 99.
Dunkirk Road and US 99.
We'll throw up a roadblock.
Over and out.
Get out.
Go on, get out.
Three's a crowd.
Good luck, wise guy.
Well, we'll hit Highway 99 soon.
Which way you want to go? Whichever way you go.
You're driving.
I'm stuck.
( laughs ) ( beeping ) Well, now, let's spread out.
Spread out.
( adventure theme playing ) ( beeps increasing ) "I'm not asking for a handout, all I want is honest work.
"Please write and tell me if there are any jobs available.
Sincerely, Harold Cheyney.
" That poor man.
Where did you find those letters? In our files.
My staff screened them out.
I never even saw them.
Oh, Mike.
That's what happens when a business gets too big.
You get insulated by red tape.
The man was asking for help and I never even heard him.
What, uh, what are you going to do? I'm gonna try to help him now.
I'll get him the best defense attorney available.
Surely there are enough extenuating circumstances to make a difference.
What is it? ( sighs ) Who's going to help him? NARRATOR: The life of a fugitive, seldom downhill.
Richard Kimble moves on.
The hunter and the hunted.
Free now to continue his search.
( suspenseful theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing )
With a girl? Yes.
Particular girl? Particular, yes, but she didn't carry a gun.
I've heard about those nights down there.
They're warm, very warm.
I'll bet we could really swing down there.
Just the three of us.
You and me and all that money.
NARRATOR: The Fugitive.
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.
Frees him to run before therelentless pursuit of the police lieutenant obsessed with hiscapture.
ANNOUNCER: The guest stars in tonight's story: Leslie Nielsen, Carol Rossen, Jeanne Bal.
Tonight's episode "Tiger Left, Tiger Right".
NARRATOR: Those who run need sanctuary: a time and a place to catch their breath and plan ahead.
On the estate of a wealthy couple, Richard Kimble has found a temporary haven.
Hey, Frank, look.
Watch yourself, Glenn.
Look, Mom.
( dramatic theme playing ) Frank, is he hurt? It might be a broken arm.
He's probably sprained his ankle too.
Oh, Glennie, I've told you a dozen times about that wall.
Come on, partner, you get a free ride.
I'll, uh I'll call the doctor.
No, let's take him right in.
( suspenseful theme playing ) Is he gonna hurt me, Frank? Maybe a little.
But you're a brave boy, aren't you? Will you stay with me, Frank? Yeah, sure I will.
( dramatic theme playing ) Yes, yes.
We're at Dr.
Garber's office now.
No, no.
I don't think it's serious.
Probably nothing but a simple sprain.
We'll take an x-ray at the hospital to be sure.
We're going over to the hospital.
Why don't you meet us there? I-I know you're busy, but-but this is Saturday.
All right, then you can just stay there.
It's only his son.
DR.
GARBER: All right, young man, let's test that ankle.
How does it feel? Okay.
Fine.
We'll have that arm fixed up in no time.
Would you want me to go with him? No, don't bother, Frank.
You can take the car back.
Dr.
Garber will drop us off later.
Then you'll tell me about it when you get home, huh? Frank thank you.
You having trouble? Well, uh, let's see, something wrong with the distributor I think.
Want me to give you a hand? Thank you.
I sure appreciate it.
Well, it doesn't look too serious.
Good.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( phone rings ) I'll get it.
Hello.
Uh, let me talk to your mother.
It's for you, Mom.
Hello.
Hello.
Mrs.
Pryor? Yes.
Now, you look, I've got your husband.
What? If you want to get him back you're gonna have to pay me $100,000.
What are you talking about? I guess you heard me all right.
Now you better start thinking about that money.
For your information, my husband is right here at home.
Believe me, I've got him and I'm not going to give him back until you pay.
It's the first time I've done this kind of thing and I'm nervous about it, so don't kid around with me because I might hurt the man.
I don't know what kind of a sick mind you've got but I don't appreciate your sense of humor.
( dramatic theme playing ) Cheyney did you make the call? Cheyney, did you make the call? Yeah.
Yeah, well, what'd she say, Cheyney? Will you answer me? Come on.
Now, Cheyney, no more of that.
Wake up.
Stop.
Come on, get up.
Frank Jordan? Who the devil's Frank Jordan? I'm Frank Jordan.
You empty-minded jerk.
What were you doing in the car with his wife and kid? I'm the gardener.
The boy got hurt in the yard.
I was driving him to the doctor.
Calluses and dirt under the nails.
Well, that's no millionaire, that's the hired help.
Congratulations, you got us a real prize, didn't you? Ah, what am I supposed to do? The kid was even hugging him.
The gardener.
That's terrific.
What's he worth, Cheyney? Five dollars, maybe 10? Oh, don't.
Don't.
Pryor, I wanted.
I wanted to make him sweat out every minute.
What'd you say your name was? Frank.
Not a bad looking guy, Frank.
Never mind how he looks.
How long you been with the Pryors? Two months.
He says the kid hugged you.
So? Nothing but a lousy gardener.
But he's alive.
Pryor might not want a dead man on his conscience.
Yeah, what does he care? What he did to me.
He sits on his pennies.
Yeah, what have we got to lose? Some money is better than no money.
All you gotta do is make another phone call.
Well, if you won't do it, I will.
All right, all right.
You're in luck, Frank.
We're gonna trade you in.
Ordinarily, I wouldn't have asked you to drop by, Lieutenant.
Probably just a crank call.
Something else happened this morning that disturbed us.
Oh, thank you very much, Mr.
Pryor.
What was it that disturbed you? Well, we found one of our cars down the road.
It was abandoned, the key still in the ignition.
Stolen? No, nothing like that.
Our gardener was bringing it back from town.
Look, it's probably just a false alarm.
I think he got bored with this job and took off.
Frank would have told us.
He's a responsible man.
My wife has great faith in human nature, lieutenant.
She should have been a social worker.
Mike, a man is missing.
He may be in trouble.
Wait, wait.
There's no harm in checking.
Want to give us a description? Doug.
His name's Frank Jordan.
He's in his mid-30s, Comes from, uh I don't know.
Do you, Laura? No.
Oh, would-would a picture help? Yes, very much, Mrs.
Pryor.
I took one on Glenn's birthday.
He wanted Frank in the picture.
I, uh, think it's in Glenn's bedroom.
Excuse me.
( phone rings ) Hello.
Hello.
Mr.
Pryor? That's right.
Who's this? Never mind.
How's your family gardener? What about him? Well, he's gonna die unless you cough up $25,000.
That-that's a lot of money.
How can I be sure you've got him? Well, you'll just have to take that on faith.
And Pryor, the man I really wanted was you.
That's very flattering.
Maybe.
But unless you want him to die in your place, you better get that money.
Well, I'll-- I'll have to think about it.
Well, don't you take long.
I'll call back and don't you call the police.
You're being watched.
Hello? Hello? Did you recognize that voice? Was that anybody you knew? No, I don't think so.
Was that him again? Yes.
He's got Jordan.
Apparently I was number one on his shopping list but he made a mistake.
Are those the pictures, Mrs.
Pryor? Oh, yes.
Yes, this one.
( dramatic theme playing ) You know this guy? No.
I don't think so.
Do you? Hmm Maybe not.
Look, we've got work to do.
Notify the local FBI.
Fill them in.
Yes, sir.
He told me to stay away from the police.
It's too late for that, Mr.
Pryor.
We're already in it.
Suppose he's watching? No, he isn't.
At least not yet.
I've had a squad car parked in your driveway all this time.
He wouldn't have called if he was.
Where are you going? To my office.
This picture, it bothers me.
I want to check it out with our files.
Uh-uh.
Just stretching my legs.
Stretch 'em on that side of the room.
You sure you could use that gun? Mister, I'm just one step away from $25,000.
You'd better believe I'll use this gun if I have to.
Mind if I have a cigarette? Who are you trying to impress? Impress? Nobody's really that cool.
Your life is in danger.
I guess it is.
You want one of these? When I do, I'll get one.
Put them back on the table.
I don't mean to antagonize you.
Well, just what do you mean? Well, we're both here.
Until Cheyney gets back might as well relax.
Sure.
We could cuddle up and have a ball and then you'd grab the gun and check out.
I said you were good-looking, but don't take me to heart.
Cheyney's my husband.
That's right.
Me and he promised to love, honor and obey.
You didn't think I was his type did you? Not particularly.
Yeah, well, he wasn't always on crutches.
Before the accident he was quite a guy.
I mean, all my friends used to envy me.
And I really loved him.
( car pulls up ) ( suspenseful theme playing ) Did he give you any trouble? He's still here, isn't he? What about the car? I'll take it around back later.
Isn't that sweet? He brought one for you.
Thank the man.
Thank you.
Hear anything on the radio? No.
Pryor's kept his mouth shut.
You're wasting your time.
He's not going to pay any money for me.
I'm not important to him.
You'd better be.
Do you mean to say that I had a convicted murderer right here in my house? Yes, sir.
And in spite of that you expect my cooperation? I'm afraid we need it.
Well, the man's a killer.
Why should I help him? Because they may kill him if you don't, Mr.
Pryor.
Well, that's not the point.
You only want to save him so you can execute him.
What difference does it make how he dies? Mike.
No, I mean it.
They want to put him in the electric chair or the gas chamber.
They're asking me to finance it.
Well, look at it this way, Mr.
Pryor.
If the kidnapper escapes, he may try it again.
Next time he'll get an innocent victim.
How do I know it is a kidnapping? Maybe Kimble's behind the whole thing.
It's probably just a scheme to extort money.
Mike, we both know him.
He's not that kind of man.
I'm not gonna argue about it.
I'll stay here by the phone.
I'll help them trace his calls.
That's as far as I go.
( dramatic theme playing ) That crutch is driving me crazy.
Why don't you give up, Cheyney? Not a chance.
He's gonna pay.
For what? For this.
You know what it feels like to be dead from the waist down? It's a whole new ballgame, mister.
Pryor didn't put you on crutches, did he? Didn't he? You're talking too much.
You know, a couple years ago, I busted loose from the Signal Corps.
I was gonna knock the world on its tail.
I got hit by a truck, that's how this happened.
Do you know who owned that truck? Pryor.
Got a fleet of them all over the country.
It was an accident.
He wasn't driving.
I'm not finished.
When I came to in the hospital, a lawyer was standing over my bed with a piece of paper for me to sign.
He said they'd pay for the operation.
I didn't know any better so I signed it.
That took Pryor and his company off the hook.
How many operations did you have? Three and they didn't take.
Legally I couldn't get back at Pryor any more.
But I wrote him lots of letters and I asked him for work.
Anything: a janitor, elevator operator, and he didn't answer, not one of them.
That's when Irene got the smart idea to grab a hold of Pryor.
You had a raw deal.
But this isn't going to work.
So, what are you trying to tell me? I should let you go? So you can run to the cops.
I won't do that.
Sure.
I can't.
What do you mean, you can't? I'm in trouble.
If I go to the police, they'll arrest me.
You mean you got a record? Yeah, something like that.
It's a trick.
I don't know.
He don't talk like a gardener.
Let me walk out that door, I'll be a hundred miles from here by the time it's dark.
You're not gonna listen to him, are you, Cheyney? Pryor owes me for a new pair of legs.
I'm gonna collect.
Why do we need another phone? Mr.
McIntire here wants to keep a line open to his company.
That way we can try for a quick trace if the kidnapper calls again.
Stand by down there.
And don't go out for coffee.
I'm leaving this off the hook.
All set, lieutenant.
No promises, though.
Everybody's hedging their bets around here.
What, uh, what are the chances of getting him back, Mr.
Warren? It's hard to say, Mrs.
Pryor.
We're doing everything we can do.
Without your husband's help, I don't know.
Mr.
McIntire, what exactly is the problem downtown? Well, there is no actual problem, sir.
It's just a matter of time and we can't guarantee that we can trace-- It's not the question of guarantee.
I think if this thing can be set up-- Mike, I want to talk to you.
Mm-hmm Why can't you look at me? Are you ashamed? Ashamed? You should be.
You know, Mike, I've learned to live with your indifference to me, but you're allowing a decent man to die by ignoring him like this, by acting as if he doesn't exist.
Define "decent" for me, Laura.
You've seen a great deal more of Kimble than I have.
I've seen him doing your job with your son.
And whatever he's suffering now is in your place.
"In my place.
" Well, let's discuss that for a minute.
Mike, I'm just asking you to help the man.
I-I didn't ask him to suffer anything for me, or to take my place as a father or anything else.
If you feel that we owe him some personal debt, I wish you'd tell me why.
( dramatic theme playing ) No.
No, Mike, I can't tell you why.
I can only tell you that-- That after 12 years you suddenly turn my stomach.
Lieutenant tell me what you want me to do.
Now, you really don't want out of here, do you? I mean, if what you say is true, out's no better than in, is it? Well, maybe you're right.
Why keep looking out those windows? Why keep looking at those pictures? Why keep looking at these pictures? Miami, Florida.
Fresh air and sunshine.
Same thing out there.
I ain't never been around the quiet type very much.
I wonder what you're like when you really flip.
Well, I'm glad I'm an interesting novelty for you.
You ever been to Miami Beach? Yes.
With a girl? Yes.
Particular girl? Particular, yes, but she didn't carry a gun.
I heard about those nights down there.
They're warm.
Very warm.
And all that sand.
I'll bet we could really swing down there.
Just the three of us.
You and me and all that money.
Would, uh, you gentlemen like any more coffee? No, no, no, thank you, Mrs.
Pryor.
( phone rings ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Hello, Fred? This could be it.
Remember, keep him talking as long as you possibly can.
Hello.
( clears throat ) Hello.
Speaking.
Yes, you'll get the money.
Tell them to hurry.
I don't know how long he can stall.
Wait a minute, is he all right? ( dramatic theme playing ) MR.
PRYOR: I wanna talk to him.
Hello hello? He hung up.
( sighs ) MR.
PRYOR ( on recording ): Hello.
Hello? CHEYNEY ( on recording ): Pryor? Speaking.
Make up your mind? Yes.
You'll get the money.
Do you have it there? Not yet.
The bank is sending it over by messenger.
Make sure it's in small, unmarked bills.
I'll call you later and tell you where to leave it.
Wait a minute.
Is he all right? He's fine, so far.
I wanna talk to him.
He's not in the mood.
I'll call you later.
Hello? Is that the man you spoke to, Mrs.
Pryor? Yes.
Good boy, Fred.
Let's have it.
Gentlemen, we don't have an address yet, but it came from the Oak Lane section.
Let's go.
When you get the address, call my office.
They'll radio it out to me.
( dramatic theme playing ) MAN ( over radio ): Address confirmed.
638-- Repeat.
--638 Foxcroft Road.
Over.
Is there a telephone number? Over.
Fitzroy 419.
All right.
Thank you.
Over and out.
You know where that is? A few miles from here.
( suspenseful theme playing ) Father, has anybody used that phone in the last half hour? No one.
I've been sitting here working on Sunday's sermon.
Any visitors? Not a soul.
They, uh, generally leave me alone when I'm writing a sermon.
I have a reputation for breathing brimstone.
Father, is there an extension telephone in the church? No, this is the only phone.
I'm sorry, gentlemen.
I-I wish I could be of more help.
Well, thank you, Father.
But I'm afraid you don't deal in the kind of miracles we're looking for.
Then right after the accident you, uh you couldn't move your legs? Not an inch.
These operations you talked about, were they brain operations? No.
On my spine.
For all the good that did me.
What do you know about that stuff? I, uh, used to work in a hospital.
Is that what you're on the run for? Abortion? No.
Well, all right, you know all the facts let's hear it.
You got a new wonder drug that will cure me.
All I got to do is have another operation.
I should let you go and then I check into a charity ward, huh? Well, come on, what's the verdict? Well, no one can be sure without a complete examination.
But from what you've told me, I I doubt if you'll walk again.
Well, at least you're honest.
No song and dance.
Glory hallelujah.
I was hoping it would be curable.
Give you another reason for giving this up.
You still on that kick? I never left it.
He listens to you.
Why don't you talk him out of it? I have 25,000 good reasons.
That's a lot of money.
Is it for Cheyney, or is it for you? Knock it off.
Now, you listen to me, mister.
Maybe I am in this for the money.
Maybe I just am tired of being nursemaid and maybe I just want to grab that kitty and run.
Irene.
But you're forgetting one thing: maybe I love that broken-down joke.
Then why don't you help him? Oh, please.
Help me? Now, you listen to me, buddy.
I make my own decisions.
Do you? Yeah.
What about Pryor? He's going to pay off, isn't he? For all you know, Mr.
Pryor's already called the police.
Oh, the police.
Well, that won't make any difference.
If they're in on this, they're sitting around with egg on their face.
I sent them to church and it isn't even Sunday.
( laughs ) This is probably how he fooled you.
It's a test phone.
Our installation men use them every day.
What for? It lets them cut in to check a line.
All the kidnapper would have to do was get into the church basement and attach this to the terminal.
Then the call would go out over Father Connelly's line.
Is the company missing any of these? He can make one himself if he knows how.
MAN: Great, isn't it? He can call from now until doomsday.
There's no way to trace it.
We might check the office.
See if one is missing.
I'll check it out.
What are you looking for? Well, we gotta figure that the kidnapper has a hideout where he's keeping Kimble.
Chances are it's not too far away from Father Connelly's church.
I don't see him doing much traveling just to make a phone call.
Shall we concentrate on that area? Yeah, we send out every available squad car.
Would you get on it, Doug? Right.
I was just thinking Kimble won't be very happy when you show up.
Yeah, and he won't be very happy if we don't.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( car stopping ) The cops.
Couldn't know we're here.
They'd be breaking down the door.
Watch it.
Shh.
( suspenseful theme playing ) What were you gonna do with the gun, shoot it? Here's the plan, Mr.
Pryor.
We're hoping to pick him up after you make the drop.
Now, the entire area will be staked out.
Sooner or later, he'll have to come and get this money.
Suppose that doesn't work? Well, we have one other contingency plan.
Doug? This is a radio transmitter.
Don't let the size fool you, it's very powerful.
We'll cushion it in foam rubber.
Before we put the money into the briefcase, we'll sew it into the lining.
It'll beam a signal that we can trace by triangulation.
We can use the directional antennas on our car to get a fix on it.
If they're in the neighborhood, won't we scare him off? No, not if we follow at a safe distance.
Once we give this baby a voice, we'll know exactly where it is, and we won't be very far behind it.
( phone rings ) Hello? CHEYNEY: Now listen carefully.
An hour from now, drive down Highway 126, between Springfield and Waterville.
You keep your headlights on and when you see a light flashing at the side of the road, you throw the money out.
Now, you got that? Yes.
And you don't stop.
Just drive by.
Don't bring the cops with you, otherwise your gardener's a dead man.
That's very clever.
Highway 126 is in flat country.
There are no trees, no places of concealment.
We can't afford a stake out.
Well, looks like we'll have to depend on this.
Mike.
Be careful.
I'm just a delivery boy.
Thanks.
( starts engine ) I'd better get out there.
Well, a few more minutes, it'll all be over.
And then what? Then I start living, like a human being.
Alone? I won't be alone.
After she gets that money? Lay off of her.
Are you afraid I'm right? I said, lay off of her.
( suspenseful theme playing ) Let's go.
Thanks.
No.
No, sir.
That's all you can do.
We'll keep you posted.
Pryor made the drop.
Any word yet? Not yet.
Now, this is Highway 126.
The kidnapper picked up the briefcase somewhere along here.
We have two cars in the area.
When the reports start coming in, I want you to triangulate so we can get a location.
( beeping ) That's it, get out your map.
Car 6, calling Control.
Car 6, calling Control.
Come in, please.
Over.
Come in, 6.
We picked up a signal.
It's weak but we're on it.
Over.
Where? Where are you? About a mile east of the bridge.
Over.
Stay with it.
Over and out.
Control calling Car 5, calling Car 5.
Signal reported one mile east of bridge.
Proceed at once and establish fix.
( laughing ) It's all here, honey.
I'll take these out to the car.
Okay.
Get the rest of the gear.
No more.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( car engine starts ) Hey what's going on here? Irene.
Irene! She's gone.
I mean, she's gone.
( crying ) Car 5 on Paper Mill Road, Signal growing stronger.
Location narrowed to the general area of West Oak Lane.
( over radio ): Will keep you informed.
Listening.
Out.
Thank you, Control.
Over and out.
Headed for West Oak Lane.
Look, Cheyney, I know the police.
They should be very close by now.
The main thing is that I I don't really blame her.
I try to, but I can't.
The only chance you ever had was to grab the money and run.
Smart.
That's right.
She was smart to get out when she did.
Forget about her.
Let me go and you get out of here before they catch us.
I guess I'm not much of a man for a woman like that.
All right, Cheyney.
( cocks gun ) Hold it.
I've got to gamble.
It's either you or the police.
( car stopping ) ( suspenseful theme playing ) Cheyney? Where is he? I was thinking Well, who ever-- Take care of you? Well, stop staring like an idiot.
Let's get out of here.
Yeah, okay.
All right, come on.
You, too.
( over radio ): Positive fix, lieutenant.
Signal coming from Fremont area near Dunkirk Road.
And moving.
( beeping ) He's heading for Highway 99.
It'll take him right into California.
Hello, Control, this is Lieutenant Hess.
Have Car 5 meet me at the junction of Dunkirk Road and US 99.
Dunkirk Road and US 99.
We'll throw up a roadblock.
Over and out.
Get out.
Go on, get out.
Three's a crowd.
Good luck, wise guy.
Well, we'll hit Highway 99 soon.
Which way you want to go? Whichever way you go.
You're driving.
I'm stuck.
( laughs ) ( beeping ) Well, now, let's spread out.
Spread out.
( adventure theme playing ) ( beeps increasing ) "I'm not asking for a handout, all I want is honest work.
"Please write and tell me if there are any jobs available.
Sincerely, Harold Cheyney.
" That poor man.
Where did you find those letters? In our files.
My staff screened them out.
I never even saw them.
Oh, Mike.
That's what happens when a business gets too big.
You get insulated by red tape.
The man was asking for help and I never even heard him.
What, uh, what are you going to do? I'm gonna try to help him now.
I'll get him the best defense attorney available.
Surely there are enough extenuating circumstances to make a difference.
What is it? ( sighs ) Who's going to help him? NARRATOR: The life of a fugitive, seldom downhill.
Richard Kimble moves on.
The hunter and the hunted.
Free now to continue his search.
( suspenseful theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing )