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( dramatic themeplaying )

It's too big.

Stand aside.

You stand right over there.

I think maybe you're going to have to slip

the shovel under the edge of the rock.

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NARRATOR:

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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:

Pat Hingle,

Mary Murphy.

ANNOUNCER:

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MAN: Well, sir, there he was

out on the end of the limb

right smack dab over my head,

ears laid back, ready to jump.

If I made just one little quick

or sudden move,

that cat was going to come down

on top of me

Golly. and I'd be a dead man.

Gee whiz.

Vicious.

Just about that time

that my old Apache training came in mighty handy.

You see, I knew that I was just going

to have time for the one shot.

So I started raising my gun up,

inch by inch...

by inch...

by inch...

Pow!

Down that old rascal

came out of that tree.

The mountain lion had been killing our rabbits

and our deer. Bang!

He was finally dead. Ha-ha!

Hi, Joe Bob.

Okay boys come on in, here.

See, you just missed a good story.

Oh, I wished you had been here. You would have loved this story.

Hey, Joe Bob, how come you never take us hunting?

BOYS: Yeah, why not?

Maybe because you're all so young,

and maybe because I don't want you

to find out all my Apache secrets.

( all voicing disagreement )

Joe Bob, my dad says you got

about as much Apache blood

in you as an Easter Bunny.

He's wrong, isn't he?

Well, Johnny, old buddy,

I'm going to have to have a little talk

with your daddy about minding his own business.

Come on, let's get on out of here, fellows.

If anybody's interested, I'm buying the ice cream.

( boys cheer )

Here we go. Here we go.

All right. What--?

Let's see if I got my money with me.

I got it. All right. All right.

I got it.

( boys chattering excitedly )

Hello, Charley.

All right, my man.

All right, boys, let me pay the man.

Here we go, boys.

Oh. Yeah, we're going to have whatever you want.

Whatever you fellows want,

that is exactly what we're going to have.

Banana split, that's what I'm going to have.

Come on. I know what I'm having.

NARRATOR: Bixton, Arizona.

Small, quiet,

for some a good place to live.

But for Richard Kimble, fugitive,

it's only a stopover between rides.

A stopover he will not soon forget.

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Hey, Joe Bob, how's Apache Park coming?

Oh, Charley, it's not coming along too good right now.

I can't find any volunteers.

I think I found one for you.

He's been looking for a ride with his thumb.

Well, thank you very much, Charley.

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Nice day, ain't it?

What's your name?

Uh, Richard Clark.

Get in, Mr. Clark.

What for?

Oh, we've got a little ordinance

in this town about Tom Thumbs.

Hitchhiking.

Hey, well, I'm sorry, I--

I'll just keep walking right out of town.

No, saying I'm sorry won't cut it, Mr. Clark.

Get in.

Put your suitcase in the back and get in.

Please.

JOE BOB: However, it looks very favorable at this time.

You hear that, Floyd? Very favorable.

The Attorney General's office will have a vacancy

in their investigative staff within a month,

and I have already laid the groundwork

for your appointment.

And so on and so on and...

How's that, Floyd?

It looks like I'm on my way to the state capitol already.

You deserve it, Joe Bob.

Oh, hold it, we're both going to cash in on this.

You forgetting somebody's got to take my place?

You stick with me, boy.

We'll lick this state together.

( laughs )

Go to the diner, get some coffee, will you?

All right.

Floyd, when you come back,

bring me one of those nice, big, jumbo hamburgers, will you?

Well, hello, Thelma.

How are you?

Marshal Sims.

Come to see Neely?

THELMA: Yes.

Hello, Floyd.

Hi, Thelma.

Haven't seen much of you lately.

Father was saying the same thing about you only yesterday.

You're, uh--

You're looking real nice, Thelma.

I'll take you back, Thelma.

Marshal, uh, if you'll let me out of here,

I give you my word I'll--

No, Clark, sorry, not a chance.

Neely.

Neely.

What do you want?

Well, I wanted to talk to you.

No, thanks. Just make a U-turn on out of here.

I really don't need any lectures.

I stole the money, that's it. Period.

Neely, please.

Beat it, sis.

If my brother should need anything--

I'll let you know, Thelma.

Would you step back in my office with me for a minute?

I'd like to talk to you if I can.

Thelma, you keep away from that pig, hear me?

You keep away from him.

He's just on edge, Thelma.

Don't pay any attention to him.

Thelma, you stay away from him.

Boy, I'll swear if you don't try a man's patience to the end--

Whew.

Thelma!

Hey.

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Why don't you mind your own business?

I've got to admit it was bad coffee.

Here.

Thanks.

The marshal is not one of your favorite people?

You don't know it yet, mister,

but you're just one tiny little bug

in Joe Bob's great big trap.

All right,

we don't run a chain gang around here.

But you prisoners are expected

to do a good day's work.

Now, there is only one thing

that I want to emphasize.

This park

is a very important project to me.

Someday the statue of the governor

of this state is going to sit on this block.

Now, this park is located

at Lookout Point

right at the top of our dear state so, naturally,

we want the park to be

a fitting tribute to the statue that will fit in.

Floyd, you take these two.

Put them to work.

Neely, get back in the car.

You and me are going down to the bottom of Lookout Point.

All right, bring those wheelbarrows over here.

Make a hole about right there.

Clark, right here.

All right, now put it down.

Neely, you get up front with me.

Neely, you really are something. You know that?

Calling me names,

creating all that fuss in front of your sister.

What am I going to do with you, boy?

Funning around with all the pretty young girls

in town making us old men feel jealous.

I ask you. What am I going to do with you?

I guess I'm just going to have to teach you a lesson,

ain't that right, Neely?

Get out.

I've decided there are too many rocks on this road.

You're going to pick them all up one at a time.

Get out. Now move.

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Let's go, ladies man!

( honks horn )

There's plenty of rocks there.

You just bend over, boy, you'll find them.

( honks horn )

Let's pick up the speed out there, boy.

( honks horn )

Let's go, Neely.

Excuse me, Neely.

( laughs )

I thought you could use it, son.

Let's get it done faster, boy!

( laughs )

( Neely screams )

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When you're through, Fred,

just park it in front of the jail.

Don't forget, boy, I want one of those tinted windshields.

Oh, I don't know, Mr. Mayor,

I can't tell you how bad it makes me feel

to run down a youngster like Neely,

even if it was an accident.

He was a wild, reckless kid.

No one blames you for what happened.

That's kind of you, Mr. Mayor.

I hate to bring this up, Joe Bob,

but you might as well know it now as later.

Coroner's coming down from the county seat

to hold a hearing on Neely's death.

A hearing?

It's just a formality, I'm sure of that.

But you are a law officer involved in the death

of a prisoner.

Now, this whole town is behind you, Joe Bob.

Well, I sure appreciate that, sir.

If something else comes in on the hearing,

I'll let you know.

You do that, Mr. Mayor.

Thank you, sir.

See you.

Take off, Floyd. I'll keep an eye on things.

Any trouble? No, sir. That, uh--

That drunk doesn't do much more than eat and sleep.

That other fellow, Clark, he's a--

He's a quiet one.

By the way, Floyd,

I've got to make a report on that accident.

You sure nobody saw it?

No, sir. Uh--

One man was working down by the gate.

I know that for sure.

And I remember I sent, uh, Clark over to pick up

some new trees to plant, but he wasn't gone

for more than a few minutes.

Aren't those new trees we had stacked over by Lookout Point?

Yes, sir.

Go to supper, Floyd.

Oh, almost forgot,

Judge Wilkins suspended sentence on Clark.

I'll take care of the release.

Sure you don't want me to help you?

You go to supper, boy.

You take a extra half hour while you're doing it.

All right.

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Marshal, wait a minute.

You know, marshal, I'll, uh--

I'll walk, that's all right.

Now, since I got your sentence suspended,

it's not going to be much trouble to escort you

to the city limits.

You sit in the car and wait.

Evening, Mr. Mayor.

You know I said I would let you know if anything happened.

Well, I had a call from the coroner.

The hearing is set for next Tuesday.

I don't anticipate any trouble.

I want you to know, they'll hear nothing but the best from me.

Be truthful, Mr. Mayor,

I'm counting on that.

Oh, by the way, Joe Bob,

do you remember my son, Billy?

The best tackle I ever busted heads with in high school.

Well, Billy's having some trouble with his job back East.

I'm sending money each month

but it's a big drain on the savings account.

If I could just get him situated in something closer.

There going to be a good job open right here in town

in about a month.

You mean yours?

Somebody's got to take it when I get that appointment.

What about Floyd?

Well, Mr. Mayor,

you and I have done a little back scratching

for each other.

Now, Floyd is young and inexperienced.

From all I hear about Billy,

he's a good family man and all that.

I wouldn't hesitate to recommend him for the job.

Thank you, Joe Bob.

I'll write Billy tonight and let him know.

That's fine, but I wouldn't spread it around town just yet.

Not until after I get the appointment.

MAYOR: Of course not.

Goodnight, Joe Bob. Thanks again.

Glad to be of help, Mr. Mayor.

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There's a lot of road straight ahead

and it's all one way

out of town.

Don't lose your direction.

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You're the man who called?

My name is Clark.

Come in, Mr. Clark.

Sit down.

I don't know whether you remember me.

I was a prisoner in the same cell with your brother.

Yes, I remember.

When you called you said you were leaving town.

I was but I didn't think I should leave

before I told you something.

Go on.

I was at Apache Park yesterday.

Then you saw the accident.

It wasn't an accident.

What?

I saw the marshal push your brother

into throwing that rock

and then deliberately ran him down with the car.

You're saying Joe Bob murdered my brother?

Yes.

Who are you going to call? The marshal?

He's the one who did it.

Ms. Hollister, I'm a vagrant in this town.

My word means nothing.

MAN: Thelma?

Thelma.

It's my father. He's sick.

I-I've got to go to him.

Would you wait?

Please wait.

FATHER: Thelma, who's out there?

THELMA: Well, it was a man who knows Neely.

His name is Clark.

FATHER: Clark?

Clark? I don't recall any friend

of Neely's named Clark.

Well, he was a prisoner at the jail.

He's come to tell us something--

Something about what happened.

Well, bring him in.

M--

Yes, sir, I und--

I-- I understand, sir,

but you should call the marshal's office.

This is the Highway Patrol.

All right, all right, sir.

That name was Clark?

That's right. Richard Clark.

Father, please don't.

Thelma, I'm going to keep that man in town

if I have to chain him here.

Joe Bob's not going to get away--

Yes, sir, yes, sir, I'm here.

Like I said, he stole some money.

Your name and address?

Right, we'll get on it.

Goodbye.

This is Highway Patrol 3

calling A-14-J in Bixton.

Come in please.

Hey, there, Highway Patrol 3.

This is A-14-J.

What's the word, Pete old buddy?

Excuse me.

I wonder if you would mind giving me a lift.

I'm a good driver in case you get sleepy.

Oh, I never let anybody drive my car.

But I-- I guess you can have a ride.

Go on, get in.

Thank you.

Say, the--

The gauge said it could take a little more.

You sure it's full?

I'll check.

Please.

All right, sir.

Oh, did you check the tires?

Yes, sir.

That was 24 in the back,

28 in the front.

Right. And the water and oil?

Water and oil is fine.

Battery okay?

Oh, I didn't check the battery.

Well, would you, please?

Right.

All right, that's, uh, 5.50 sir.

Right, now, here's a 20,

and, uh, I'd like some change back

in dimes and nickels please.

Dimes and nickels, okay.

See, I-- I'm going to visit some friends,

and they have children,

and they like to have that change.

That's 60, 70, 80, 90,

six, seven, eight, nine,

ten and ten is 20, and thank you, sir.

You just made a bad mistake, mister.

Get out.

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You stirred up a hornet's nest, mister, you know that?

Old man Hollister called the State Police,

told them you stole some money from him.

Now, me, I got a different idea.

I don't figure you're crazy enough

to come back to this town for a few dollars.

I wanna know the real reason.

When a man is broke,

he tries things.

You-- You just happened to pick the Hollister house,

is that right?

Well, the kid, Neely, told me he had some money hidden

from that store he robbed.

Empty out your pockets on that bunk.

Let's go.

Twenty.

There's $25.

Old man Hollister said you stole 100.

Well, it was dark. I was running.

I guess I...

I fell. Must have lost some of it.

That's too bad, boy.

Now can you tell me why Neely told you

about all that money he hid

when he just stole $4 from the store?

Joe Bob. Yeah.

Mr. Hollister and Thelma are here.

They said they want to see Clark

before they sign a complaint.

Sure.

Why not?

Thelma, Mr. Hollister,

I can't tell you how sorry I am about what happened.

Thank you. We can understand how you must feel.

I suppose you just came

to make sure of your identification.

We wanna talk to him.

That's a little unusual, isn't it?

Well, he was here when Neely was.

Is it against the law to try

and find out something Neely might have said bef--?

It is after visiting hours, Thelma,

but I guess you do have the right.

I'll just stand here

and make sure he doesn't try anything.

We'd like to talk to him alone.

Well, it's your privilege.

Thelma told me what you said.

Is it true?

Yes.

And you were willing to turn your back and leave town?

I had to.

What about my boy?

I know what you think of me.

But I'm not just some hitchhiker passing through town.

I'm wanted by the police back East.

So, you see, if I--

If I stay around for the hearing there

could be pictures and publicity,

and you know what that could mean to me.

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All right, that's enough.

Now let's get some water on them.

Not you, Clark. Him.

You can just stay right here where I can keep an eye on you.

Buckets are over there.

Go fill them up and bring them back.

You a friend of the Hollisters?

Better not even mention that name, partner.

I didn't steal their money.

Mr. Hollister has a different version.

Well, he wants to keep me in town for the hearing.

What are you talking about?

I saw the marshal kill Neely Hollister.

It wasn't an accident.

All right, knock it off, Clark.

You know when you sent me out to Lookout Point

to get those trees?

I saw the whole thing.

The marshal was pushing Neely down the road

with the bumper of his car.

Neely made a run for it and the marshal

ran him down in cold blood.

That's why Mr. Hollister wants me here,

to testify.

Mr. Hollister would have said something to me.

Not if he thought you would tell the marshal.

( car horn honks )

Well, it looks like you're going to get a chance

to prove your little story.

Look, he killed one man.

What's to stop him from killing another?

I'm the only one who can testify against him.

Get back to work.

Oh, boy, I'm sorry I took so long.

You know Fred Deevers?

Coroner's man, he starts talking and-- Whew.

Joe Bob, uh--

Listen, if you'd like to see something interesting,

just take a little look at that.

Killed his wife?

Bugging those cells wasn't such a bad idea, was it?

I heard him talking to the other prisoner.

I decided to check it out.

You know what he just tried to do, Joe Bob?

Convince me that you killed Neely on purpose.

Come on, old buddy, you've got to be kidding.

No, sir. He built up quite a story.

You didn't believe him, did you, Floyd?

Of course I didn't believe him.

Now don't let it bother you, Floyd.

A wife killer will say anything

to try to take the heat off of him.

Now, you go get yourself a nice,

cool drink of water, boy.

I'll keep an eye on him.

JOE BOB: What--?

You stay right there.

What's the trouble, Floyd?

Looks like all that alcohol is boiling out of him.

Well, maybe we ought to get him into town to a doctor.

You want to call it a day with him too?

Well, you take him on in, Floyd.

We'll let this one finish his painting.

You, uh, sure you don't want me

to come back later?

Floyd, if I can't watch over one little prisoner,

I had better hand in my badge, hadn't I?

I'll, uh, see you back in town.

Lock that gate, Floyd, when you go past.

It's just banging itself to death.

There's some trees need to be planted over there

by Lookout Point.

You about ready, Kimble?

Get going.

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Thelma, come on in.

Floyd, I want to see Marshal Sims.

Well, he's not in.

I wanna withdraw the complaint against Mr. Clark.

Why?

Because he didn't do anything except try to help.

He told you that wild story, didn't he?

About Joe Bob and Neely?

But I don't think it's a wild story.

Thelma, I know how hard this has been on you and your father.

And I know how you've always disliked Joe Bob.

But that's no reason to start grabbing at straws.

They're not straws. Now, let me tell you something.

We put a trace on Mr. Clark.

You know who he really is?

A man named Kimble.

He's wanted for murdering his wife.

Well-- Well, he told me he

was in some kind of trouble.

Some kind? They don't make trouble worse than murder.

Well, I-- I'm sorry, Floyd. But--

Whatever he's done, I don't believe he lied to me.

Look, Thelma,

Joe Bob is a respected man in this town.

And he's promised to hand over this whole thing to me someday,

marshal's badge and all.

Look, with that kind of money--

Well, I always thought you and me maybe someday could--

I know. I-I know, Floyd. But--

But right now, I want to speak to Mr. Clark.

You can't.

He's out at Apache Park.

You mean with Joe Bob?

They'll be back after a while.

Floyd, what if Mr. Clark is telling the truth?

But he's not telling the truth, Thelma.

But if he is

and Joe Bob knows it?

Dump those rocks over the point there.

Ooh, that's a long way down, ain't it?

I think we better dig this big one out.

You know, something, Kimble?

You're my ticket to the state capitol.

Yes, sir.

When I bring in a hotshot fugitive like you,

they're liable to give me a medal.

Course, it's very enjoyable right now watching

a wife killer earn his wages.

Oh, there's a telephone call for me

waiting in my office from Stafford, Indiana.

You happen to know a fellow by the name

of Lieutenant Philip Gerard?

Well, if you're in a hurry to get to the electric chair,

I could go make the call right now.

You can't cut through rock with a shovel.

You have to lift that up.

It's too big.

What's the matter, boy?

Killing women make you weak?

Stand aside.

( laughs )

You stand over there.

I think maybe you're going to have to slip

the shovel under the edge of the rock.

Come on, get that shovel under there.

Let's go.

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( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( car horn honks )

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Joe Bob!

Let's take him on in.

Floyd, old boy,

I almost let this customer get away from me.

How did you find us?

We were on our way to Apache Park

and we heard the shot.

I found out you had taken your deer rifle out of the rack, I--

I thought you had gone hunting.

You don't use it for anything else, do you, Joe Bob?

A gopher's been tearing up the park lately, Floyd.

Took the rifle along in case I saw one.

Come on down. I can cover him from here.

No, Floyd.

You take Thelma, get on out of here.

We can't tell about this one.

I'll meet you back at the park.

If it's all the same to you, Joe Bob, I'll--

I'll stay here with you.

Floyd, listen, boy,

I've had a long, hard day.

Now, don't you try my patience.

If you've got any idea of being marshal someday,

you do like you're told!

KIMBLE: Floyd!

Ask him what he promised the mayor.

Shut up, Kimble!

Let him tell you about the deal he made

to give your job to the mayor's son.

I said shut up, Kimble!

What's he talking about, Joe Bob?

How should I know?

He's lying.

Whose word do you take, his or mine?

Did you make some kind of a deal with the mayor, Joe Bob?

Why should I, Floyd?

Because he needs his help at the hearing.

This whole town's behind me!

Not after they find out you killed Neely Hollister.

Don't do it, Joe Bob!

( gunshot )

( gunshots )

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I think he'll be all right.

What difference could it make to a man like you?

When I get to the highway, I'll phone for help.

Just-- Just go away.

Go away and leave us alone.

NARRATOR: In the aftermath of violence,

there must always come a moment of peace.

A time for healing

and a time to restore the delicate balance

of life versus death.

But, for a fugitive,

there can be no moment of peace.

He must travel the road of the hunted.

And for Richard Kimble,

that road apparently has no end.

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ANNOUNCER: