The Fugitive (1963) s02e25 Episode Script
May God Have Mercy
( tense theme playing ) It's taken me a long time, Kimble.
Not long enough.
( dramatic theme playing ) I came to check on your condition.
As soon as you're well enough, you'll be extradited to Indiana, I'm taking you back to Stafford myself.
Are you gonna strap me on the fender of your car? NARRATOR: ( dramatic theme playing ) 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.
ANNOUNCER: The guest stars in tonight's story: Telly Savalas, Carol Rossen, Normal Fell.
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
ANNOUNCER: ( melancholy theme playing ) NARRATOR: A man on the run assumes many identities, each one reflecting in some way the life he has left behind.
Thus, Dr.
Richard Kimble, now known as Harry Reynolds, works as an orderly in a Michigan hospital.
Once a respected pediatrician, he finds a hint of security in the familiar hospital routine.
For no man, not even a convicted murderer, can completely abandon his past, nor can his past abandon him.
Reynolds, where's Toby? Playing with the girls in X-ray again? I haven't seen him.
Sent him down to the lab a good half-hour ago.
Find him, will you? I need the lab reports on Leonetti.
Who? NURSE: Leonetti in 307.
Well, go on.
It's getting late.
( melancholy theme playing ) Well, I get off at midnight.
Why don't you meet me in the parking lot, and, uh, we'll, uh-- ( knock on door ) ( knock on door ) Yeah? The, uh, nurse would like the lab reports.
Oh.
Oh.
Hey, uh, cover for me.
Will you cover for me, pops? ( chuckles ) Tell her the doctor couldn't operate without me, huh? ( melancholy theme playing ) ( envelope rustles ) Ten months.
That's all, huh? Ten lousy months.
Maybe a year.
Believe me, Victor, if there was anything-- I'm a healthy man, doctor.
Look at me.
I'm strong like a bull.
Those tests could be wrong, you know.
You could be wrong too.
Frequently.
But not this time.
You doctors, all so smart.
What right have you got to sentence a man to death, huh? And what am I supposed to do? Lay down and die, just because-- Just because you said so? You insisted on knowing the truth, Victor.
( tender theme playing ) Listen.
Do me a favor, will you? And don't tell my wife about this.
She knows we've been running tests.
I told her it was for an ulcer.
I think she should know.
What for? Is she gonna make me better? Victor, you're not being fair to yourself.
You're going to need Anne's help.
Listen, doc.
Four years ago, it was our little daughter, Jeannie.
She needed that big heart operation, you know? Well, now this-- This business with me.
Well, I just-- I just don't want Anne to know the same thing's gonna happen to me.
All right, Victor.
I won't say anything until I have to.
You can tell Anne you have no ulcers.
She can take you home tonight.
( melancholy theme continues ) Nice work, fink.
Telling Old Horseface I was goofing off in X-ray.
Well, I don't care what the inspector said.
The zoning commission approved every house in that tract.
VICTOR: All right, leave it on my desk, and I'll take care of it tonight.
( phone hangs up ) Is that you out there, Anne? Hello, darling.
Congratulations.
No ulcers.
Aren't you pleased? Sure.
( chuckles ) Sure, I'm pleased.
Oh, the building inspectors are giving us a few problems.
I-- I'm gonna go down to the office tonight.
Oh, well, can't that wait till tomorrow? Tomorrow.
How many tomorrows does a guy have? Heh.
No, I'd better take care of it now.
Darling, are you sure it's just the building inspectors that's bothering you? I wasted two days here.
ANNE: Victor, I saw him too.
Who? Dr.
Kimble.
( somber theme playing ) What are you talking about? Uh, haven't you seen him? You mean you saw him here, in this hospital? Oh, well, darling, now, that must have been my imagination.
I-- Show me where he is.
Victor, wait.
He's like a buzzard, that Kimble.
A vulture.
Every time somebody dies, poof, there's Kimble.
Victor, stop it.
Please.
First, Jeannie, and then his wife, and now ( ominous theme playing ) You go on home, Anne.
I'll take a cab when I get finished at the office.
Promise me you won't call the police.
Please, Victor.
He's a murderer, isn't he? You know better than that.
You were at the trial.
You heard him testify.
Darling, back in Stafford, everyone who really knew him felt he was innocent.
( chuckles ) His wife knew him and she's dead, and Jeannie knew him and she's dead too.
And why, hm? Because he was out of town on vacation instead of being there with her.
( sighs ) Operator? I want the police.
( suspenseful theme continues ) Dr.
Kimble.
If you want a doctor-- No, don't play games.
You don't have the time.
Anne Leonetti.
Do you remember? You're a long way from home.
Yes, well, my husband and I left Stafford about a year ago.
Uh, Victor's developing some real estate here.
He knows you're here, doctor, and I'm sure he's called the police by now.
You'd better hurry.
He still blames me for Jeannie's death? Yes.
And you don't? I never did.
Thank you.
( sirens approaching ) ( tense theme playing ) ( brakes screech ) Go out emergency or whatever and I'll drive around-- ( door swishes ) ANNE: Doctor? TOBY: Yeah, that's our boy, all right.
He calls himself Harry Reynolds, spelled f-i-n-k.
I had him figured out right from the start.
Not a sign of him.
He was here in the ward just a few minutes ago.
Call headquarters, Joe.
Tell them to drop a net over this area.
( tense theme playing ) Uh, Victor's overcoat's in the back seat.
You'd better wear it to hide those whites.
All right.
You let me off at the next signal.
The bus depot's just a few blocks from here.
Look, Anne, they can hold you for aiding-- If I'd kept quiet, you wouldn't be in this mess.
Victor never would've seen you.
You know why he hates you? I mean, the real reason? Yes.
He blames me for Jeannie's death.
No, no, no.
Nobody could have saved her.
I know that.
And Victor knows that too.
But once he stops blaming you for Jeannie's death, he'll have to blame himself.
Anne, I want to thank you for this.
ANNE: Don't thank me, doctor.
Forgive me, and my husband too.
When Jeannie had that fatal attack, I was in New York.
I went there to see George Fogarty.
He's one of the leading cardiac specialists.
About Jeannie? He was the only man I knew that could save her.
I had persuaded him to come to Stafford, but by that time You did that for us? Why didn't you tell us? We had no idea.
Jeannie was gone.
All the good intentions in the world ( car door opens ) Stay out of this.
Get out of here.
Don't get mixed up in it.
There he is.
Kimble! ( sirens wailing ) Hold it, Kimble! We'll shoot! ( brakes screeching ) ( suspenseful theme playing ) ( tense theme playing ) ( brakes screech ) ( door opens ) What's the matter? ( bag thumps ) ANNE: Congratulations.
The police just shot Kimble.
( dramatic theme playing ) They shot him? Did you finally get what you wanted, Victor? All of a sudden everything's my fault, huh? The man's a killer, so they shot him.
He got everything he deserves.
Now, how do you know what he deserves.
Who are you to pass judgment on him? You who have created nothing but overpriced, undersized houses, instant slums, suddenly your moral sense is so outraged-- Wait a minute, Anne.
They gave us a good living, those houses.
Oh, Anne, our life could have been so perfect.
It still can be perfect, Victor, if you'd just let yourself forget.
We could have had more children.
We still can.
Oh, we'd still have our little Jeannie if your friend, Kimble-- Stop it, Victor.
He told us she needed open-heart surgery.
He recommended one surgeon after another.
But you didn't trust his judgment, and that's why she died, Vic-- ( slaps ) ( tense theme playing ) Oh, Anne, don't.
The man you hated so much, Victor, was in New York when Jeannie had her last attack.
Did you know that? He went there with his own money, on his own time, to get a heart specialist for our daughter.
The best man in the country.
The one surgeon that even you would have to accept.
Who told you? He did.
What did you expect? He'd use any excuse.
( rotary phone dials ) Uh, operator, I'd like to place a call to New York City, to Dr.
George Fogarty.
Uh, no, I'm, uh-- I'm sorry, you'll-- You'll have to look up the number.
Thank you.
( suspenseful theme playing ) Lieutenant, can you toss a few crumbs to the reporters? REPORTER 1: It's the lieutenant, boys.
( reporters chattering ) REPORTER 1: How about some pictures, lieutenant? Settle down.
Settle down! REPORTER 2: Where's Kimble? Now, this is a hospital, not a press club.
First of all, his condition.
The doctor says the bullet tore some tendons in his shoulder, severed some blood vessels.
He's lost a lot of blood and he's still in shock.
Right now, they're just trying to keep him alive.
He faces a death sentence in Indiana, which is a lot tougher to beat than a gunshot wound.
I've been in touch with the Indiana police.
If Kimble survives, we'll arrange to have him extradited.
Now, we're running a check on his fingerprints for final identification.
Yes, this is Lieutenant Gerard.
Now, just a minute.
We've had false alarms before.
Are they sure it's Kimble? I'm not about to go running off to Michigan on some wild-- All right.
Let me know as soon as they have the final word on his ID.
They've actually got him in custody? They've actually got somebody in custody.
I wish they'd make sure who before they blast me out of bed.
Call the airport, will you, dear? Get me a reservation on the earliest plane to Selby.
How do you feel this morning? Well, I don't think I'm ready for the Olympics, but I'll make it.
( chuckles ) Welcome back, killer.
You think you can crawl through those bars? Bars on the windows, bars on the doors, a big hunk of fuzz with a gun on his hip out there.
( sighs ) Cool it, man.
You're here for keeps.
I hope you're not.
Hey, I'm your favorite ward boy.
I, uh, got lonesome down there so I asked for this job.
This little nurse, she needs my kind of company.
You know what I mean? What happened to your little friend in X-ray? Gloria? Well, she's been asking about you, since she heard you're a wife-killer.
( chuckles ) TOBY: Ain't that a kick? Well, tell her not to be too impatient.
Yeah, they'll, uh-- They'll be taking me down to X-ray pretty soon.
( chuckling ) Well, sorry.
No x-rays ordered.
Toby, take care of the dirty laundry.
( chuckles ) How do you like that? She loves me.
Heh.
( ominous theme playing ) ( car departing ) Someone taking care of you? You're the man in charge? I'm Lieutenant Cermak.
Could I talk to you, please? Well, I'm kind of busy.
Maybe one of these other off-- No, please, it's important.
I've been walking the streets all night thinking about it.
Okay.
Right in here.
Well, what's on your mind? I want to confess to a crime.
Murder.
Ben, get a stenographer and a tape recorder and bring 'em in here.
You're a murderer, huh? Who's your victim? Dr.
Kimble's wife.
He didn't kill her.
I did.
( tense theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Well, did you send a car to the airport to pick up Lieutenant Gerard? Flight 12.
Right.
Fine.
( phone buzzes ) Yeah.
Oh, send her right in.
OFFICER: Lieutenant, Mrs.
Leonetti.
Sit down, Mrs.
Leonetti.
I'd like to see my husband, please.
I'm sorry.
He refuses to see anyone.
Uh, yes, but I'm his wife.
I have a right to see him.
Well, he has his rights too.
If he doesn't wanna see anybody That confession that he made.
You don't believe that, do you? Oh, yes, ma'am.
I'm afraid I do.
But that's nonsense.
He couldn't possibly have killed Helen Kimble.
Why not? Oh, well, I was with him at home that night.
Was anyone with you? Did anyone see you together? No, but, I, uh-- Mrs.
Leonetti, I examined your husband's story every way I know.
He's familiar with every detail of that killing.
Now, the only one who could possibly tell us more would be the victim herself.
( somber theme playing ) ( phone buzzes ) Cermak.
Oh, fine, fine.
I'll be right out.
Lieutenant Gerard? I'm Cermak.
Well, how do you do, lieutenant? Come in.
Thank you.
Tell me, are you certain this man you're holding is Kimble? Yes, it's Kimble.
I'm afraid I have a little surprise for you.
( ominous theme playing ) NURSE: Toby, please get the lunch trays ready.
I'm going to take the TPRs.
( inaudible ) Ah.
( panting ) Your shoulder bothering you? ( gasps ) ( breathing heavily ) Where exactly does it hurt you? The anterior portion of the clavicle.
You were a doctor, weren't you? ( mysterious theme playing ) My daughter was dead, and Kimble was alive, and that's all I could think about all the way over to the Kimbles' house.
I went around to the back, and I could hear them arguing, Kimble and his wife.
After a while, the doctor came out and he, uh-- He drove away.
He was still mad.
I could tell.
How could you see him? Was the porch light on? There's no porch in that house.
All right.
Go on.
Well, I saw Helen was alone in there.
Helen? Mrs.
Kimble.
You knew her that well? Yeah.
We used to play bridge with them.
And I'm a contractor.
I'm the one who built their house.
Well, anyway, I knew Helen was in there, and I started to think.
Why murder Kimble? Death is no punishment.
The real punishment is grief.
If Helen were murdered, he'd really have something to grieve about.
I don't know, I-- I guess I was pretty upset.
And how did you get into the house? VICTOR: The back door.
It was locked.
Yeah, well I knocked on the door a few times.
Helen heard me.
Let me in.
How was she dressed? She had on a-- What do you call it? A-- A cocktail dress.
She was wearing a housecoat.
A cocktail dress.
Light in color.
Sort of bluish-gray.
Try it again, Leonetti.
( sighs ) Bluish-gray.
The dress had a cloth belt and I used that belt to strangle her.
All right.
So you strangled her, left her on the sofa-- No.
She was on the floor.
With the belt still around her neck? I tossed it aside on the floor someplace and I got out of there.
Ah, no, the, uh, back door was left open.
I used the front door.
I might have left it open, though.
Where did you go from there? I started across the front lawn and-- Oh, yeah, there was a man standing there.
A man? VICTOR: Yeah.
I guess he heard the noise in the house and stopped to take a look.
Anyway, he saw me, and he took off like a jackrabbit.
This, uh, man, was he a stranger? Would you know him if you saw him again? I don't know.
All I remember about him was, his, uh, empty sleeve.
( tense theme playing ) VICTOR: Coat sleeve.
Yeah, it looked to me like he had one arm.
Quite a bit of swelling.
The wound looks clean, though.
Must be some bone fragments in there, after all.
Any x-rays taken last night? No.
Better get him downstairs for some pictures.
We'll locate those bone chips and remove them, Kimble.
Nothing to be concerned about.
Thank you, doctor.
They're pretty busy in X-ray, but I'll try to get you down there as soon as possible.
There, that should do it.
Are you always this considerate of criminals? Funny.
I never thought of you as one.
( door opens quietly ) ( ominous theme playing ) It's taken me a long time, Kimble.
Not long enough.
I came to check on your condition.
As soon as you're well enough, you'll be extradited to Indiana.
I'm taking you back to Stafford myself.
Are you gonna strap me on the fender of your car? Meantime, I'd like to ask you some questions about Victor Leonetti.
How well did you know him? His child was my patient.
He blames you for her death.
Have I been convicted of that one too? In a way.
Leonetti's the noble citizen who turned you in.
A man who'd do a thing like that would be capable of anything.
Even murder.
What do you think? Is he capable of murder? I am in no mood for a psychiatric-- He claims he is.
In fact, he claims he murdered your wife.
( somber theme playing ) Leonetti killed Helen? Oh, his confession is a work of art.
Must have done a lot of research.
He even found room for your one-armed man.
Why would he kill Helen? GERARD: His way of punishing you.
Of course, his wife claims his story is false but, uh, she can't explain why he told it.
What's his reason? Delayed conscience.
Of course, he, uh-- He may be one of those cranks who dabbles in self-destruction.
Either way, his confession may clear you.
How does that strike your conscience? What am I supposed to do? Insist that I'm the guilty one? Do you believe he's a murderer? Well, neither do I.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( tense theme playing ) Well, looks like you're gonna get that x-ray after all.
Doctor.
"Doctor.
" Dig that.
How are you feeling? All right.
Gerard arrange the pass for you? My request.
Well, I know what he wants.
He wants me to announce to the world that Victor is innocent and that I'm the murderer.
Is that what you want too? I want to help my husband.
Yesterday you wanted to help me.
But only because I was trying to keep my husband from making a terrible mistake.
I'm still trying.
You're that sure he's innocent? I know he didn't kill Helen.
Well, neither did I.
Anne, you can't expect me to-- ANNE: I don't expect anything, doctor.
But I'll be honest with you.
If I could force you to say that you were guilty, I think I'd do it.
If I could bribe or threaten or frighten you, I'd do it.
I cannot let my husband throw his life away.
His life doesn't seem to mean much to him.
Yes, well, maybe I'm partly responsible for that.
Well, don't you know why he's in this hospital? Well, he thought he had some ulcers.
Uh, they were running some tests.
Ulcers? Who told you that? Uh, Victor did.
And the tests were negative.
Well, then you haven't spoken to Dr.
Becker? No.
Why should I? What difference would that make? Sorry to break in on you, but we have to get you down to X-ray, Dr.
Kimble.
Yes, could we-- Wait just one moment-- I'm sorry, we don't have any time.
Toby, will you help me please.
Look, Anne, see Dr.
Becker.
Tell him you want the truth.
Come on-- Come on, doc, it's traveling time.
( melancholy theme playing ) Hold it, mac.
We're coming through.
VICTOR: A sort of bluish-gray.
GERARD: Try again, Leonetti.
VICTOR: Bluish-gray.
Oh, I can't buy it.
I just can't buy it.
Can't or won't? You know, we can't hold Leonetti much longer unless we file charges.
Kimble's been tried and convicted.
In the eyes of the law, he's the guilty man.
"The eyes of the law.
" Leonetti just poked a finger in the clear blue eyes of the law.
All yours, Toby.
Will you tell her the doctor wants the plates developed and dried right away? TOBY: You bet.
I'll wait for 'em.
NURSE: Will you help him back, please? ( tense theme playing ) So near and yet so far, right, killer? On your feet.
( grunts ) Come on.
On to the table.
Toby, I left some film in there rinsing.
Would you take it out, please? Right.
Hey, congratulations.
What? You and Toby.
He told me.
What are you talking about? Oh, never mind.
Thank you, Toby.
I have a right to know the truth.
Dr.
Becker was only-- The truth.
That's great stuff, isn't it? Knowing about the truth.
Hey, listen to me-- Like picking up a rock, and seeing everything you don't want to see.
Jeannie dying by inches, Kimble dying in the electric chair, and bigshot Victor Leonetti, never sick a day in his life, and dying because he deserves to die.
Don't talk that way.
You said it yourself! Jeannie died because of me.
Well, you're right.
She did.
And Kimble, in custody because of me.
Is that why you made the false confession? To punish yourself? Ah, what do you mean, false confession? ANNE: To undo what you did to Dr.
Kimble? VICTOR: That's hero stuff, and I'm no hero.
You think that's heroic? A man who'd do something like that is only selfish.
( melancholy theme playing ) Don't you understand, Victor? You've got an advantage that hardly anyone else gets.
( chuckles ) Advantage? Ten months to live and you call that an advantage? I call that a blessing, a gift.
Do you know how many people have less time than you have, and they are not lucky enough to know it? But you know.
ANNE: And you know that you cannot waste any time.
You have to make every single minute count.
And that's ten months.
And those ten months are our lifetime, our happiness.
We don't have anything left.
Please, Victor.
Please, don't throw it away.
You tell that, uh, lieutenant that I want to see him.
And you tell him to hurry up, because my time is valuable.
The doc wants them developed right away, doll.
We'll wait for 'em.
I need some help, Toby.
Stay put, killer.
What have you been saying about me? What? I'll talk to you later, after you take him back to his room.
( suspenseful theme playing ) ( grunts ) ( grunts ) Well, you were right about Leonetti.
And Kimble.
We'll have to take one-- Toby! ( inaudible ) Don't scream.
Don't scream.
( pounding ) GLORIA: Help.
Nurse! Help! Help! Somebody! Nurse! Help! Somebody get me out of here! ( pounding on door ) Help.
Please.
( Gloria sobbing ) Oh! Reynolds, what are you doing? GLORIA: He grabbed me.
He might have killed me.
What's happening in here? Look what he did.
( coughing ) They should be finished with the x-rays by now.
Kimble.
He's gone.
( mysterious theme playing ) ( engine starts ) ( suspenseful theme playing ) Hey.
What's going on? There's a prisoner's escaped.
A man with an injured shoulder dressed in hospital whites.
I ain't seen him.
I sure hope I don't.
( engine revs ) ( ominous theme playing ) Lieutenant, I'd like to thank you.
Thank me? Yes, for, uh, letting me see Dr.
Kimble.
It-- Well, it changed a lot of things for us.
Listen, I want to make sure that Kimble gets a good lawyer.
We'll pay all of the legal expenses.
All of them.
Yes, well, uh, I'll tell him when I find him.
( mellow theme playing ) ( tense theme playing ) NARRATOR: The death sentence comes in many forms, affecting each man in a different way.
For some, it means an end to pain.
For others, it becomes a challenge to live.
For Richard Kimble, the challenge is repeated with every new turn of the road.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing )
Not long enough.
( dramatic theme playing ) I came to check on your condition.
As soon as you're well enough, you'll be extradited to Indiana, I'm taking you back to Stafford myself.
Are you gonna strap me on the fender of your car? NARRATOR: ( dramatic theme playing ) 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.
ANNOUNCER: The guest stars in tonight's story: Telly Savalas, Carol Rossen, Normal Fell.
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
ANNOUNCER: ( melancholy theme playing ) NARRATOR: A man on the run assumes many identities, each one reflecting in some way the life he has left behind.
Thus, Dr.
Richard Kimble, now known as Harry Reynolds, works as an orderly in a Michigan hospital.
Once a respected pediatrician, he finds a hint of security in the familiar hospital routine.
For no man, not even a convicted murderer, can completely abandon his past, nor can his past abandon him.
Reynolds, where's Toby? Playing with the girls in X-ray again? I haven't seen him.
Sent him down to the lab a good half-hour ago.
Find him, will you? I need the lab reports on Leonetti.
Who? NURSE: Leonetti in 307.
Well, go on.
It's getting late.
( melancholy theme playing ) Well, I get off at midnight.
Why don't you meet me in the parking lot, and, uh, we'll, uh-- ( knock on door ) ( knock on door ) Yeah? The, uh, nurse would like the lab reports.
Oh.
Oh.
Hey, uh, cover for me.
Will you cover for me, pops? ( chuckles ) Tell her the doctor couldn't operate without me, huh? ( melancholy theme playing ) ( envelope rustles ) Ten months.
That's all, huh? Ten lousy months.
Maybe a year.
Believe me, Victor, if there was anything-- I'm a healthy man, doctor.
Look at me.
I'm strong like a bull.
Those tests could be wrong, you know.
You could be wrong too.
Frequently.
But not this time.
You doctors, all so smart.
What right have you got to sentence a man to death, huh? And what am I supposed to do? Lay down and die, just because-- Just because you said so? You insisted on knowing the truth, Victor.
( tender theme playing ) Listen.
Do me a favor, will you? And don't tell my wife about this.
She knows we've been running tests.
I told her it was for an ulcer.
I think she should know.
What for? Is she gonna make me better? Victor, you're not being fair to yourself.
You're going to need Anne's help.
Listen, doc.
Four years ago, it was our little daughter, Jeannie.
She needed that big heart operation, you know? Well, now this-- This business with me.
Well, I just-- I just don't want Anne to know the same thing's gonna happen to me.
All right, Victor.
I won't say anything until I have to.
You can tell Anne you have no ulcers.
She can take you home tonight.
( melancholy theme continues ) Nice work, fink.
Telling Old Horseface I was goofing off in X-ray.
Well, I don't care what the inspector said.
The zoning commission approved every house in that tract.
VICTOR: All right, leave it on my desk, and I'll take care of it tonight.
( phone hangs up ) Is that you out there, Anne? Hello, darling.
Congratulations.
No ulcers.
Aren't you pleased? Sure.
( chuckles ) Sure, I'm pleased.
Oh, the building inspectors are giving us a few problems.
I-- I'm gonna go down to the office tonight.
Oh, well, can't that wait till tomorrow? Tomorrow.
How many tomorrows does a guy have? Heh.
No, I'd better take care of it now.
Darling, are you sure it's just the building inspectors that's bothering you? I wasted two days here.
ANNE: Victor, I saw him too.
Who? Dr.
Kimble.
( somber theme playing ) What are you talking about? Uh, haven't you seen him? You mean you saw him here, in this hospital? Oh, well, darling, now, that must have been my imagination.
I-- Show me where he is.
Victor, wait.
He's like a buzzard, that Kimble.
A vulture.
Every time somebody dies, poof, there's Kimble.
Victor, stop it.
Please.
First, Jeannie, and then his wife, and now ( ominous theme playing ) You go on home, Anne.
I'll take a cab when I get finished at the office.
Promise me you won't call the police.
Please, Victor.
He's a murderer, isn't he? You know better than that.
You were at the trial.
You heard him testify.
Darling, back in Stafford, everyone who really knew him felt he was innocent.
( chuckles ) His wife knew him and she's dead, and Jeannie knew him and she's dead too.
And why, hm? Because he was out of town on vacation instead of being there with her.
( sighs ) Operator? I want the police.
( suspenseful theme continues ) Dr.
Kimble.
If you want a doctor-- No, don't play games.
You don't have the time.
Anne Leonetti.
Do you remember? You're a long way from home.
Yes, well, my husband and I left Stafford about a year ago.
Uh, Victor's developing some real estate here.
He knows you're here, doctor, and I'm sure he's called the police by now.
You'd better hurry.
He still blames me for Jeannie's death? Yes.
And you don't? I never did.
Thank you.
( sirens approaching ) ( tense theme playing ) ( brakes screech ) Go out emergency or whatever and I'll drive around-- ( door swishes ) ANNE: Doctor? TOBY: Yeah, that's our boy, all right.
He calls himself Harry Reynolds, spelled f-i-n-k.
I had him figured out right from the start.
Not a sign of him.
He was here in the ward just a few minutes ago.
Call headquarters, Joe.
Tell them to drop a net over this area.
( tense theme playing ) Uh, Victor's overcoat's in the back seat.
You'd better wear it to hide those whites.
All right.
You let me off at the next signal.
The bus depot's just a few blocks from here.
Look, Anne, they can hold you for aiding-- If I'd kept quiet, you wouldn't be in this mess.
Victor never would've seen you.
You know why he hates you? I mean, the real reason? Yes.
He blames me for Jeannie's death.
No, no, no.
Nobody could have saved her.
I know that.
And Victor knows that too.
But once he stops blaming you for Jeannie's death, he'll have to blame himself.
Anne, I want to thank you for this.
ANNE: Don't thank me, doctor.
Forgive me, and my husband too.
When Jeannie had that fatal attack, I was in New York.
I went there to see George Fogarty.
He's one of the leading cardiac specialists.
About Jeannie? He was the only man I knew that could save her.
I had persuaded him to come to Stafford, but by that time You did that for us? Why didn't you tell us? We had no idea.
Jeannie was gone.
All the good intentions in the world ( car door opens ) Stay out of this.
Get out of here.
Don't get mixed up in it.
There he is.
Kimble! ( sirens wailing ) Hold it, Kimble! We'll shoot! ( brakes screeching ) ( suspenseful theme playing ) ( tense theme playing ) ( brakes screech ) ( door opens ) What's the matter? ( bag thumps ) ANNE: Congratulations.
The police just shot Kimble.
( dramatic theme playing ) They shot him? Did you finally get what you wanted, Victor? All of a sudden everything's my fault, huh? The man's a killer, so they shot him.
He got everything he deserves.
Now, how do you know what he deserves.
Who are you to pass judgment on him? You who have created nothing but overpriced, undersized houses, instant slums, suddenly your moral sense is so outraged-- Wait a minute, Anne.
They gave us a good living, those houses.
Oh, Anne, our life could have been so perfect.
It still can be perfect, Victor, if you'd just let yourself forget.
We could have had more children.
We still can.
Oh, we'd still have our little Jeannie if your friend, Kimble-- Stop it, Victor.
He told us she needed open-heart surgery.
He recommended one surgeon after another.
But you didn't trust his judgment, and that's why she died, Vic-- ( slaps ) ( tense theme playing ) Oh, Anne, don't.
The man you hated so much, Victor, was in New York when Jeannie had her last attack.
Did you know that? He went there with his own money, on his own time, to get a heart specialist for our daughter.
The best man in the country.
The one surgeon that even you would have to accept.
Who told you? He did.
What did you expect? He'd use any excuse.
( rotary phone dials ) Uh, operator, I'd like to place a call to New York City, to Dr.
George Fogarty.
Uh, no, I'm, uh-- I'm sorry, you'll-- You'll have to look up the number.
Thank you.
( suspenseful theme playing ) Lieutenant, can you toss a few crumbs to the reporters? REPORTER 1: It's the lieutenant, boys.
( reporters chattering ) REPORTER 1: How about some pictures, lieutenant? Settle down.
Settle down! REPORTER 2: Where's Kimble? Now, this is a hospital, not a press club.
First of all, his condition.
The doctor says the bullet tore some tendons in his shoulder, severed some blood vessels.
He's lost a lot of blood and he's still in shock.
Right now, they're just trying to keep him alive.
He faces a death sentence in Indiana, which is a lot tougher to beat than a gunshot wound.
I've been in touch with the Indiana police.
If Kimble survives, we'll arrange to have him extradited.
Now, we're running a check on his fingerprints for final identification.
Yes, this is Lieutenant Gerard.
Now, just a minute.
We've had false alarms before.
Are they sure it's Kimble? I'm not about to go running off to Michigan on some wild-- All right.
Let me know as soon as they have the final word on his ID.
They've actually got him in custody? They've actually got somebody in custody.
I wish they'd make sure who before they blast me out of bed.
Call the airport, will you, dear? Get me a reservation on the earliest plane to Selby.
How do you feel this morning? Well, I don't think I'm ready for the Olympics, but I'll make it.
( chuckles ) Welcome back, killer.
You think you can crawl through those bars? Bars on the windows, bars on the doors, a big hunk of fuzz with a gun on his hip out there.
( sighs ) Cool it, man.
You're here for keeps.
I hope you're not.
Hey, I'm your favorite ward boy.
I, uh, got lonesome down there so I asked for this job.
This little nurse, she needs my kind of company.
You know what I mean? What happened to your little friend in X-ray? Gloria? Well, she's been asking about you, since she heard you're a wife-killer.
( chuckles ) TOBY: Ain't that a kick? Well, tell her not to be too impatient.
Yeah, they'll, uh-- They'll be taking me down to X-ray pretty soon.
( chuckling ) Well, sorry.
No x-rays ordered.
Toby, take care of the dirty laundry.
( chuckles ) How do you like that? She loves me.
Heh.
( ominous theme playing ) ( car departing ) Someone taking care of you? You're the man in charge? I'm Lieutenant Cermak.
Could I talk to you, please? Well, I'm kind of busy.
Maybe one of these other off-- No, please, it's important.
I've been walking the streets all night thinking about it.
Okay.
Right in here.
Well, what's on your mind? I want to confess to a crime.
Murder.
Ben, get a stenographer and a tape recorder and bring 'em in here.
You're a murderer, huh? Who's your victim? Dr.
Kimble's wife.
He didn't kill her.
I did.
( tense theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Well, did you send a car to the airport to pick up Lieutenant Gerard? Flight 12.
Right.
Fine.
( phone buzzes ) Yeah.
Oh, send her right in.
OFFICER: Lieutenant, Mrs.
Leonetti.
Sit down, Mrs.
Leonetti.
I'd like to see my husband, please.
I'm sorry.
He refuses to see anyone.
Uh, yes, but I'm his wife.
I have a right to see him.
Well, he has his rights too.
If he doesn't wanna see anybody That confession that he made.
You don't believe that, do you? Oh, yes, ma'am.
I'm afraid I do.
But that's nonsense.
He couldn't possibly have killed Helen Kimble.
Why not? Oh, well, I was with him at home that night.
Was anyone with you? Did anyone see you together? No, but, I, uh-- Mrs.
Leonetti, I examined your husband's story every way I know.
He's familiar with every detail of that killing.
Now, the only one who could possibly tell us more would be the victim herself.
( somber theme playing ) ( phone buzzes ) Cermak.
Oh, fine, fine.
I'll be right out.
Lieutenant Gerard? I'm Cermak.
Well, how do you do, lieutenant? Come in.
Thank you.
Tell me, are you certain this man you're holding is Kimble? Yes, it's Kimble.
I'm afraid I have a little surprise for you.
( ominous theme playing ) NURSE: Toby, please get the lunch trays ready.
I'm going to take the TPRs.
( inaudible ) Ah.
( panting ) Your shoulder bothering you? ( gasps ) ( breathing heavily ) Where exactly does it hurt you? The anterior portion of the clavicle.
You were a doctor, weren't you? ( mysterious theme playing ) My daughter was dead, and Kimble was alive, and that's all I could think about all the way over to the Kimbles' house.
I went around to the back, and I could hear them arguing, Kimble and his wife.
After a while, the doctor came out and he, uh-- He drove away.
He was still mad.
I could tell.
How could you see him? Was the porch light on? There's no porch in that house.
All right.
Go on.
Well, I saw Helen was alone in there.
Helen? Mrs.
Kimble.
You knew her that well? Yeah.
We used to play bridge with them.
And I'm a contractor.
I'm the one who built their house.
Well, anyway, I knew Helen was in there, and I started to think.
Why murder Kimble? Death is no punishment.
The real punishment is grief.
If Helen were murdered, he'd really have something to grieve about.
I don't know, I-- I guess I was pretty upset.
And how did you get into the house? VICTOR: The back door.
It was locked.
Yeah, well I knocked on the door a few times.
Helen heard me.
Let me in.
How was she dressed? She had on a-- What do you call it? A-- A cocktail dress.
She was wearing a housecoat.
A cocktail dress.
Light in color.
Sort of bluish-gray.
Try it again, Leonetti.
( sighs ) Bluish-gray.
The dress had a cloth belt and I used that belt to strangle her.
All right.
So you strangled her, left her on the sofa-- No.
She was on the floor.
With the belt still around her neck? I tossed it aside on the floor someplace and I got out of there.
Ah, no, the, uh, back door was left open.
I used the front door.
I might have left it open, though.
Where did you go from there? I started across the front lawn and-- Oh, yeah, there was a man standing there.
A man? VICTOR: Yeah.
I guess he heard the noise in the house and stopped to take a look.
Anyway, he saw me, and he took off like a jackrabbit.
This, uh, man, was he a stranger? Would you know him if you saw him again? I don't know.
All I remember about him was, his, uh, empty sleeve.
( tense theme playing ) VICTOR: Coat sleeve.
Yeah, it looked to me like he had one arm.
Quite a bit of swelling.
The wound looks clean, though.
Must be some bone fragments in there, after all.
Any x-rays taken last night? No.
Better get him downstairs for some pictures.
We'll locate those bone chips and remove them, Kimble.
Nothing to be concerned about.
Thank you, doctor.
They're pretty busy in X-ray, but I'll try to get you down there as soon as possible.
There, that should do it.
Are you always this considerate of criminals? Funny.
I never thought of you as one.
( door opens quietly ) ( ominous theme playing ) It's taken me a long time, Kimble.
Not long enough.
I came to check on your condition.
As soon as you're well enough, you'll be extradited to Indiana.
I'm taking you back to Stafford myself.
Are you gonna strap me on the fender of your car? Meantime, I'd like to ask you some questions about Victor Leonetti.
How well did you know him? His child was my patient.
He blames you for her death.
Have I been convicted of that one too? In a way.
Leonetti's the noble citizen who turned you in.
A man who'd do a thing like that would be capable of anything.
Even murder.
What do you think? Is he capable of murder? I am in no mood for a psychiatric-- He claims he is.
In fact, he claims he murdered your wife.
( somber theme playing ) Leonetti killed Helen? Oh, his confession is a work of art.
Must have done a lot of research.
He even found room for your one-armed man.
Why would he kill Helen? GERARD: His way of punishing you.
Of course, his wife claims his story is false but, uh, she can't explain why he told it.
What's his reason? Delayed conscience.
Of course, he, uh-- He may be one of those cranks who dabbles in self-destruction.
Either way, his confession may clear you.
How does that strike your conscience? What am I supposed to do? Insist that I'm the guilty one? Do you believe he's a murderer? Well, neither do I.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( tense theme playing ) Well, looks like you're gonna get that x-ray after all.
Doctor.
"Doctor.
" Dig that.
How are you feeling? All right.
Gerard arrange the pass for you? My request.
Well, I know what he wants.
He wants me to announce to the world that Victor is innocent and that I'm the murderer.
Is that what you want too? I want to help my husband.
Yesterday you wanted to help me.
But only because I was trying to keep my husband from making a terrible mistake.
I'm still trying.
You're that sure he's innocent? I know he didn't kill Helen.
Well, neither did I.
Anne, you can't expect me to-- ANNE: I don't expect anything, doctor.
But I'll be honest with you.
If I could force you to say that you were guilty, I think I'd do it.
If I could bribe or threaten or frighten you, I'd do it.
I cannot let my husband throw his life away.
His life doesn't seem to mean much to him.
Yes, well, maybe I'm partly responsible for that.
Well, don't you know why he's in this hospital? Well, he thought he had some ulcers.
Uh, they were running some tests.
Ulcers? Who told you that? Uh, Victor did.
And the tests were negative.
Well, then you haven't spoken to Dr.
Becker? No.
Why should I? What difference would that make? Sorry to break in on you, but we have to get you down to X-ray, Dr.
Kimble.
Yes, could we-- Wait just one moment-- I'm sorry, we don't have any time.
Toby, will you help me please.
Look, Anne, see Dr.
Becker.
Tell him you want the truth.
Come on-- Come on, doc, it's traveling time.
( melancholy theme playing ) Hold it, mac.
We're coming through.
VICTOR: A sort of bluish-gray.
GERARD: Try again, Leonetti.
VICTOR: Bluish-gray.
Oh, I can't buy it.
I just can't buy it.
Can't or won't? You know, we can't hold Leonetti much longer unless we file charges.
Kimble's been tried and convicted.
In the eyes of the law, he's the guilty man.
"The eyes of the law.
" Leonetti just poked a finger in the clear blue eyes of the law.
All yours, Toby.
Will you tell her the doctor wants the plates developed and dried right away? TOBY: You bet.
I'll wait for 'em.
NURSE: Will you help him back, please? ( tense theme playing ) So near and yet so far, right, killer? On your feet.
( grunts ) Come on.
On to the table.
Toby, I left some film in there rinsing.
Would you take it out, please? Right.
Hey, congratulations.
What? You and Toby.
He told me.
What are you talking about? Oh, never mind.
Thank you, Toby.
I have a right to know the truth.
Dr.
Becker was only-- The truth.
That's great stuff, isn't it? Knowing about the truth.
Hey, listen to me-- Like picking up a rock, and seeing everything you don't want to see.
Jeannie dying by inches, Kimble dying in the electric chair, and bigshot Victor Leonetti, never sick a day in his life, and dying because he deserves to die.
Don't talk that way.
You said it yourself! Jeannie died because of me.
Well, you're right.
She did.
And Kimble, in custody because of me.
Is that why you made the false confession? To punish yourself? Ah, what do you mean, false confession? ANNE: To undo what you did to Dr.
Kimble? VICTOR: That's hero stuff, and I'm no hero.
You think that's heroic? A man who'd do something like that is only selfish.
( melancholy theme playing ) Don't you understand, Victor? You've got an advantage that hardly anyone else gets.
( chuckles ) Advantage? Ten months to live and you call that an advantage? I call that a blessing, a gift.
Do you know how many people have less time than you have, and they are not lucky enough to know it? But you know.
ANNE: And you know that you cannot waste any time.
You have to make every single minute count.
And that's ten months.
And those ten months are our lifetime, our happiness.
We don't have anything left.
Please, Victor.
Please, don't throw it away.
You tell that, uh, lieutenant that I want to see him.
And you tell him to hurry up, because my time is valuable.
The doc wants them developed right away, doll.
We'll wait for 'em.
I need some help, Toby.
Stay put, killer.
What have you been saying about me? What? I'll talk to you later, after you take him back to his room.
( suspenseful theme playing ) ( grunts ) ( grunts ) Well, you were right about Leonetti.
And Kimble.
We'll have to take one-- Toby! ( inaudible ) Don't scream.
Don't scream.
( pounding ) GLORIA: Help.
Nurse! Help! Help! Somebody! Nurse! Help! Somebody get me out of here! ( pounding on door ) Help.
Please.
( Gloria sobbing ) Oh! Reynolds, what are you doing? GLORIA: He grabbed me.
He might have killed me.
What's happening in here? Look what he did.
( coughing ) They should be finished with the x-rays by now.
Kimble.
He's gone.
( mysterious theme playing ) ( engine starts ) ( suspenseful theme playing ) Hey.
What's going on? There's a prisoner's escaped.
A man with an injured shoulder dressed in hospital whites.
I ain't seen him.
I sure hope I don't.
( engine revs ) ( ominous theme playing ) Lieutenant, I'd like to thank you.
Thank me? Yes, for, uh, letting me see Dr.
Kimble.
It-- Well, it changed a lot of things for us.
Listen, I want to make sure that Kimble gets a good lawyer.
We'll pay all of the legal expenses.
All of them.
Yes, well, uh, I'll tell him when I find him.
( mellow theme playing ) ( tense theme playing ) NARRATOR: The death sentence comes in many forms, affecting each man in a different way.
For some, it means an end to pain.
For others, it becomes a challenge to live.
For Richard Kimble, the challenge is repeated with every new turn of the road.
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