All language subtitles for The Fugitive 2x24

You never worked for
West Mountain Express

and we both know it.

What did you do,
call Charlie Powers

and fix up an alibi
in case I checked?

No, I did not.
Well, somebody did.

Mr. Logan, I needed a job.

Gus needed somebody
with experience.

I lied.
That's all there is to it.

A man also lies when he's trying
to cover up something.

You say it was
to get a job. Maybe.

You cooperate and I'll give you
the benefit of the doubt.

Cooperate?

Whatever you heard
in the office a minute ago,

or whatever you think
you made of it,

you'd better forget it.

Because if you don't,
I'll run a police check on you

all the way back
to your great-grandmother.

( dramatic theme playing )

Okay.

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:

Jack Klugman,

Geraldine Brooks.

ANNOUNCER:

( suspenseful theme playing )

NARRATOR:
The road of escape

has led Richard Kimble
to a new sanctuary.

The work: dispatcher
for Bullet Trucking Company.

No questions asked,
no references required.

A good job for a fugitive.

( horn honks )

You're late, Pete.

Ah, transmission's
throwing oil.

Had to keep stopping
to check it.

Gus left orders to take that
load to Colorado Springs.

Oh, he's all heart.

How many hours you
got left in your logbook?

Ah, around this joint,
who counts?

I count.
How many hours you got left?

Big zero.

All right. Take off,
take your eight hours.

Yeah?
Who's gonna deliver that load?

It'll have to wait.

You're the dispatcher.
No skin off of my nose.

Gus ain't gonna like it.

Take your tractor into the shop
and see if they can find out

what's wrong
with the transmission.

I want a candy bar!
LUCY: Me too!

I want a candy bar!

I want a candy bar!

Shh!

Mr. Douglas?
Yes.

I'm Lucia Mayfield.

Well, Gus said that I could
come by to borrow his car.

Is he here?

No, he isn't,
but he left word.

The car's out front.
I'll get you the keys.

Oh.

Uh, and wasn't there
anything else?

Seventy-five dollars.
Uh-huh.

There you are.

He said to keep the car
as long as you like.

Oh, thanks.

Uh, I don't believe
that I've seen you

around here before,
Mr. Douglas.

I've only been here
a couple of weeks.

Oh, are you from in town?

No, California. Bakersfield.

Bakersfield? Really?

Well, my husband used to
haul produce out of there.

He was with
West Mountain Express.

Maybe you knew him.

Kenny Mayfield?

Kenny Mayfield.

I've heard the name, uh...

Does he work here now?

Oh, no, he was killed
in an accident two years ago.

Working for Gus.

I'm sorry.

Well,
the children and I,

we had long talks about that,
didn't we? Huh?

Didn't we, you bad thing?

( laughs )

And we decided we're just not
gonna be sad anymore, huh?

Hm?

I don't know what we would
have done without Gus, though.

He's really been
like a father to them.

( laughs )

Will you listen to me?

Here you are,
the newcomer in town,

here's me
talking about myself. Heh.

Tell me,
have you found a house yet

for you and your family,
Mr. Douglas?

No, I'm at, uh,
Mrs. Watson's.

Uh, no family.

Oh.

It must be
awful lonesome for you.

Mama, Jimmy hit me!

Jimmy, you come back!

( tense theme playing )

I'm sorry.

It just seems like they don't
know how to act anymore

when there's a man around.

Well, I hope I'll
see you again, Mr. Douglas.

( door opens )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Hey. Where's Pete?

Why ain't he humping
that load to Colorado Springs?

I told him to go home.
You what?

He had too many hours
in his log.

I want you to hear this good,
hotshot.

That truck costs me
80 bucks a day.

That's how much I lose when it
ain't goin' down a highway!

Right now, 80 bucks
I can't afford. You got that?

You told me to watch the logs,
didn't you, Gus?

For me, not for the ICC.

You wanna play Santa Claus,
go get yourself a sled!

All right.

Wait a minute.

Since this load ain't gonna
deliver itself,

I think you and me
will change jobs.

I'm gonna sit on my duff and
make all the big shot decisions,

you're gonna jockey this trailer
to Colorado Springs.

You know I haven't been
checked out in semis.

Yeah, well, you will be
by the time we get back.

Go get a tractor
and hook it up.

Let me make a living for a
change, will you, hotshot?

( suspenseful theme playing )

( tires screeching )

Take it easy, hotshot.

You can try to buck me,

but don't try to outwrestle
a truck, will you?

( suspenseful theme playing )

How long's that car
been on our tail?

Last couple of miles.

How fast we going?

Fifty.

Drop back to 40, will you?

( suspenseful theme playing )

Uh-huh, he slowed with us.

I'll bet you a buck
it's the road man

from the Trans Way
Insurance Company.

We haven't broken any laws.

Don't bet on it, hotshot.

You're an unqualified driver.

According to
the insurance company,

you aren't allowed to push
a kiddie car around the yard.

Let's trade places.
Keep rolling.

Hold it steady!
Wanna pile us into a ditch?

( honks horn )

( car horn honking )

Remember, I've been
driving all the time.

( horn honking )

What do you say, Logan?
Long time no see.

Like to take a look
at your logbook, Gus.

Figures. My pleasure.

Three hours left.

That's enough time.
We're only going to the Springs.

How about
your safety equipment?

Flares, emergency
reflectors in the box.

Extra bulbs
in the gin bin.

Fire extinguisher
on the cowl.

Would you like
to look in the cab?

We even have clean ashtrays.

What's your name?

Bill Douglas.

You a relief driver?

I work in the office.

He just came along
for the ride, that's all.

Where are you from, Douglas?

California.

You work for a trucking company
out there?

Yeah, the, uh, West Mountain
Express. Bakersfield.

Nice operation.

Good management.

You must know their maintenance
foreman, Charlie Powers.

I've met him.

Charlie used to work for
a bus company in Denver.

Is that all?
We got a load to deliver.

Okay, shove off.

Let's roll, huh?

( engine revs )

Gus, that, uh,

job I said I had with
West Mountain Express--

Logan bought your story,
didn't he?

Forget it.
I ain't interested.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Douglas. Bill Douglas.

Yeah.

Well, write it down, will you?
So you won't forget it.

No, that's what he told Logan.
I was standing right there.

I don't know why he did it.

Come on, Charlie,
how's it gonna hurt you?

Good.
All right, thanks.

So long.

( suspenseful theme playing )

What's the matter, Gus?
The well running dry?

GUS:
What do you know?

You open up a cash register
and Ernie Svoboda

comes crawling
out of the woodwork, eh?

Ah, you got it
all wrong, Gus.

I come by to do
an old buddy a favor.

Yeah, your kind of favors
I need like poison.

Why don't you let the door
hit you in the back?

You know something, you must
have a lot of worries

trying to run an outfit
like this.

I mean, maintenance,

new equipment, salaries...

Take a lot of money,
I'll bet.

You worry about me, huh?

Well, sure,
I'm worried about you.

Like for example,
suppose one of your drivers

stops for coffee somewhere and
leaves the key in the ignition.

And then somebody comes along
and borrows the truck

and steals the cargo?

I mean,
I'd feel sorry for you.

So would my friends.

They'd probably wanna
make it up to you somehow,

you know what I mean?

You wanna know something?

You're a slob, Ernie.
You know that?

You're a two-bit slob.

Right.
So think it over, Gus.

I mean, I hear you're having
a little trouble

paying the bills.

Well, maybe
your hearing's bad.

Listen, this kind of a deal,
Gus, nobody loses.

The insurance company
pays the claim,

and we get a piece
of the action.

I know a guy in New Mexico
made two grand in an hour--

Why don't you get out of here
before I break your head open!

All right, I'm goin'.

Don't cut your fingers
scrapin' for dimes.

( door closes )

( grunts )

( melancholy theme playing )

I'm awfully sorry
to bother you at home.

Oh, that's all right.

I came to return Gus' car.

He wasn't at the office,
and I--

I didn't wanna
just park it there.

I thought maybe
I could leave it with you.

Well, sure,
I'll take care of it.

Thanks very much.

Bill, isn't it?

Yes.

I like first names better.

Well, so do I.

Well, I hope I haven't been
too much of a nuisance.

No. Mrs. Mayfield...

Uh, if I keep the car,

how are you and the kids
going to get home?

Oh, don't you worry.
I already left them off

at their grandmother's
for the night.

I can just catch the bus
across the street.

I don't think Gus would mind
if I drove you home.

He better not.

( tender theme playing )

It was written up
in all the papers.

Pictures, everything.

But nobody really knows
what happened.

Truck turned over,

Gus was thrown clear,

Kenny wasn't.

Police reports said
that Kenny probably

fell asleep
at the wheel.

What did Gus say?

Oh, he couldn't remember.

It all happened too fast.

You make it sound like, uh,
somebody else's story.

Is that because it still hurts
to connect it with yourself?

The nights keep getting longer,
if that's what you mean.

But this one's
not going to.

( turns on radio playing
country music )

( scanning stations )
How's Gus doing?

The office making
a lot of money?

( upbeat music
playing on radio )

I'm just
the dispatcher.

Keeps the money problems
pretty much to himself.

Oh.

I thought you kind of
ran things at that office.

Like the music?

Oh, yeah, sure.

You don't act like it.

I guess I'm just tired.

Oh, it's right down there,
on the left.

You watch
for the porch light.

( tender theme playing )

I-- I think there's some wine
in the refrigerator...

Oh, Lucia...

Aren't you gonna come in?

Well, I'd like to, but I think
I ought to get Gus' car back.

I've been alone
for two years.

I know, Lucia--
I've been alone.

( romantic theme playing )

JIMMY & LUCY:
Ha-ha! We caught you again!

We caught you again!
Caught you again!

Turn off that light!

You filthy sneaks!
Get to bed!

( tense theme playing )

I lied to you.

The grandmother
they're supposed to be

spending the night with,

she lives in Arkansas.

I put them in the back room.
I thought they'd go to sleep.

Well, I guess you're right.

You'd better take
Gus' car back.

( grunting )

Hey, Gus.

Gus.

What is it?
Telephone.

I ain't here.

It's Trans Way Insurance.

All right, I'll take it.

Yeah. Gus Hendrick.

Hello, Mr. Halsey.

Well, I was meaning
to call you about that.

You see, uh, I've got a lot of
new business contracts coming up

and, uh, yeah, well,

they'll be coming through
any time now.

Oh, wait a minute here.
Look, all I'm asking for

is an extension of
the grace period, you know--

You can't do that.

I mean, you cancel me,
I'm out of the business.

I can't haul
without insurance, right?

Next Monday?!

Where am I gonna get--?

Yeah. Yeah.
Sure I heard you. Monday.

I heard you.

It's Logan,
that's who it is.

He won't stop
until he finishes me.

If he can't bug me himself,
he gets one of his

office flunkies
to do it for him.

Maybe he's just
doing his job, Gus.

His job? To climb on my back
and stay there?

I know how you feel.
It's--

Don't tell me
you know how I feel!

Nobody knows how I feel unless
they've had it like I have!

Up to here!
Why don't you get out of here?

Go ahead!

Okay, Gus.

Bill...

Wait a minute.

Ah, I mean, I'm sorry.

I guess I needed somebody
to holler at. Come on.

I'll check the time cards.

Gus, I gotta talk to you!
What's the matter now?

Jimmy fell this morning
and he knocked a tooth loose.

It's one of those
permanent ones.

Look, it's in the front. Show
him, honey, show your Uncle Gus.

Mrs. Wilson! It's okay!

Mr. Hendrick is here.
I'll get a ride home.

Mrs. Wilson was kind enough

to take us to the dentist
this morning.

Yeah. Come in the office.
Here you go.

Hi.

Come on...

Well?

Now, Jimmy,
you don't ask your Uncle Gus

for anything this time.

Remember,
it hurts your lip to talk.

It don't look bad.

I mean, everybody gets hit
in the mouth sometime.

Oh. That's just what
I'd expect you to say.

You should have talked to
the orthodontist like I did.

His teeth
are in terrible shape!

Why, if he doesn't
have braces right away,

they're gonna be crooked
the rest of his life!

A lot of kids
have crooked teeth.

Oh, well, not my son! No.

Not if I have
to scrub floors.

Uh-huh. How much
is it gonna cost me?

Well, an orthodontist
is not just a dentist.

Yeah, I know, I know.
How much?

Three hundred dollars
to start.

Three hundred dollars to start?
To straighten a tooth?

Oh, what's the use
even talking to you?

You're not even trying
to understand!

He's gonna have to have braces
for at least two years!

And last month, Lucy had to
have dancing lessons, right?

This kid had to get on a plane
and go visit his grandmother.

Now he needs clothes, and then
he needs a bicycle!

I mean, when's it stop?

You told me

that I could always
come to you for help.

Not now, Lucia.
Maybe in a month, but not now.

We don't wanna be
a burden to you...

Oh, come on,
don't start that up again.

Well, you must know that things
haven't been so easy for us.

When Kenny was alive,

he could always
find a way

if there was a little something
extra that we needed.

He never came to you
for anything. You know that.

He worked hard for you.

Even that last haul.

Maybe that accident
never would have happened

if he hadn't been so tired.

That's what I think.

That's what
I think at night.

I think what
would have happened

if he hadn't been
along with you.

( sniffling )

Lucia, I've been
thinkin' about something.

I mean, I been givin' it
a lot of thought.

You know how you're
always talking about

wanting to move back East,
like, Chicago, you know?

Yeah. I thought
about it. Why?

Well, suppose I could fix it up
that you can move back.

Into a nice apartment, have
nice clothes, things like that.

Well, that would take
a lot of money.

Well, maybe I could
get my hands on, uh,

2,000 bucks?

( chuckles )

That is a lot of money.

How long do you think
it would take you to get it?

A couple of days.

What about Jimmy's teeth?

Oh, come on...

All right,
I'll throw in the 300

as a going away present,
okay?

Oh, you. Gus.

You, Gus, you.

I think a change
might be just what I need.

Good.

Hotshot, how much money
we got in the cash register?

( register rings )

Three hundred
and fifty dollars.

Give me 300 of it,
will you?

We got drivers
that have to be paid.

I said give it to me!

( suspenseful theme playing )

You see? Huh?

Mama fixed up everything
all right. Huh?

( kissing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( chuckles )

Kind of a light lunch,
ain't it, Gus?

Come by to tell jokes?

I come by because
you called me.

Maybe I'm interested
in a deal, huh?

What kind of deal?

I got a load
of electronic parts

goin' to Albuquerque
this afternoon.

They're insured for 25,000.

( chuckles )

That's what I call a fat load.

But you know that--
That electronics stuff.

You gotta have a buyer
for that kind of merchandise.

I have to talk it over
with my friends.

Wait a minute.

I want 3,000.

One now,
two in a couple of days.

Five hundred now.

Fifteen hundred
when the job is done.

You know you're still
a slob, Ernie? You're still--

Hey, wait a--
Wait a minute. Take it easy.

All right,
you got a deal.

Well,
let's see the money.

I, uh--

I didn't think
you called me over here

to talk over
old times,

so I brought
a little extra.

( muttering )

Ten big ones.

Hey, uh, you know
where the Half Way House is?

We'll set it up there.

I'll call you here
after I talk to my friends.

Hey, give me some whisky.

( mellow theme playing )

That's it, Lou.

They're working.
Lock it off and seal it.

Surprise.

Lucia.

( chuckles )

Well,
that's a big reaction.

I thought my new outfit
would at least get a whistle.

Looks very nice.

Come on, how about you
get rid of your pencils

and let a lady
take you out to lunch?

Well, I've got this,
uh, scheduling to do.

I don't think you heard me,
Mr. Douglas.

I said I'm buying.

It's free.

You are going out on the town
with a wealthy woman.

Oh, come on, Bill.

Don't play so hard to get.

I feel too good.

I feel just like someone
just let me out of prison.

And I wanna celebrate.

Three hundred isn't going to
last you very long like that.

Oh, don't you
worry about that.

I'm getting
a lot more tomorrow.

Say, $2,000 to be exact.

From Gus?

Maybe I got a long-lost uncle
who wants to be nice.

And,

if you're nice too,

I might just let you
help me to spend it.

I don't think
you'll need any help.

( tense theme playing )

Maybe you're right, Billy boy.

Maybe I won't.

Wrong address, driver!

Nice try, wrong address.

Can I join you?

What are you doin' here?

Oh, well, you know, Lou fixed
the lights on the trailer.

There was a short
in the wire.

You came down here
just to tell me that?

No, it's lunchtime.
Thought I'd get a sandwich.

You make it to go.

What are you lookin' at?!
What are you look--?

Now--

( chuckles )

Hey, Lucia came by
a few minutes ago.

What for this time?

One of her kids break
their arm or something?

She was talking about,
uh, money.

A lot of money. Uh...

Two thousand dollars.

So what?

Well, you already
gave her 300.

Yeah. And 200 before that,
and 150 before that,

and 50 before that,

and as far back
as you can count before that!

You know, it's none
of my business, Gus, uh...

But I know that
Lucia's husband

worked for you
when he was killed.

Well, I get the feeling that
she's sort of leaning on you,

like a charity case.

Kinda stickin' your nose in

where it don't belong,
ain't you?

You know, you haven't
got enough money to pay

the insurance premium
on the trucks.

If you don't have insurance,
you're out of business.

Well, where's Lucia gonna
get the money then?

What are you talkin' about?
Here's the money. Open there.

Hey, this morning
you were broke.

You find a money tree?

What are you,
some kind of wise guy?
No.

Just wanted to know
where it came from, that's all.

You know,
you not only got a big mouth,

you got a big nose too.
You know that?

You know, you were right.

It ain't none of your business
what I do!

Now you take this money and you
go down to Trans Way Insurance

and you pay the premium,
$955,

and you make sure you get
a receipt. Because nobody--

Nobody's gonna knock
Gus Hendrick off the road!

Nobody nowhere!

Okay.

Come on,
time to get going.

Leave me alone.
No, come on.

I said, leave me alone!

( Gus yells )

Oh.

You okay, hotshot?

Forget it, uh, I mean,

no hard feelings?

I don't know
where you got the money.

I think it's trouble.
I don't need any.

( suspenseful theme playing )

I'll pay the insurance
payment for you,

finish the day,
and then I'm taking off.

( suspenseful theme playing )

WOMAN:
He's finished
with that.

Oh, Mr. Williams,
State Patrol, Sergeant Fountain.

Yes, sergeant?
That's right.

They use
a big silver bullet

with red lettering on the side
of their trucks.

Uh, no, Mr. Logan
is leaving in a few minutes.

Right.

Excuse me.

I'd like to see Mr. Halsey

in the accounting department,
please.

Oh, he just stepped out
for coffee.

Care to wait?

Thank you.

There seems to be a lot
of excitement around here.

Like the Normandy invasion.
Thank you.

Uh, the Bullet Trucking Company.
I overheard.

Is there anything wrong?

LOGAN:
Mr. Douglas.

I'll be glad to answer
your questions.

Come in.

Sit down.

No, thank you.

Let's, uh--
Let's you and me

save ourselves some time,
Logan.

What was it you thought
you heard out there?

Nothing.

I was
waiting to see a man

in your accounting
department, that's all.

Okay,
I'll lay it on the line.

Gus Hendrick is a shoestringer.

He makes his own rules
and breaks the rest.

We've paid out a great deal
of money in claims

because
of the way he operates.

Wrecks, damaged cargo.

A man like him makes it rough
for the good outfits.

Call it my "rotten apple
in the barrel" theory.

Try to get rid of
the one that stinks,

so it won't damage
the others.

You understand me so far?

I'm not sure.

I called the West Mountain
Express this morning.

That outfit
you said you worked for.

( tense theme playing )

I taped the call just in case
I might need it for reference.

LOGAN ( on recording ):
You sure of that, Charlie?

CHARLIE:
Yeah, Mr. Logan. I remember
Bill Douglas for sure.

Nice guy.
Real nice guy.

LOGAN:
Okay, I just wanted to check.

CHARLIE:
Sure.

LOGAN:
By the way, Charlie,

you, uh, happen to remember
how Douglas

lost those fingers
on his right hand?

CHARLIE:
Yeah, it was an accident.

Uh, I don't remember exactly.

I think
he was changing a tire.

Feeling better?

Got me mixed up with
somebody else, that's all.

You never worked for
West Mountain Express,

and we both know it.

What'd you do,
call up Charlie Powers

and fix up an alibi
in case I checked?

No, I did not.
Well, somebody did.

Mr. Logan, I needed a job.

Gus needed somebody
with experience. I lied.

That's all there is to it.

A man also lies when he's trying
to cover up something.

You say it was
to get a job. Maybe.

You cooperate and I'll give you
the benefit of the doubt.

Cooperate?

Whatever you heard
in the office a minute ago,

or whatever you
think you made of it,

you'd better forget it.

Because if you don't,
I'll run a police check on you

all the way back
to your great-grandmother.

Okay.

( dramatic theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

Hello.
Have you seen Gus?

No, I called there. He left
about 20 minutes ago.

Yeah, if you see him,
let me know.

Okay.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Looks like that tip we got
was on the level.

Here.

Yes sir?

Fill it up.

Hey, uh, listen,

maybe you'd better change
the oil and give me a lube.

I'm gonna get
a bite to eat.

I'm sorry, sir,
the lube rack's closed.

What do you mean
closed?

Don't ask me. Boss says
keep the door closed,

I keep it closed.

Chances are, that's the man
who's gonna steal the truck.

Hey, Gus.
Douglas said you were sick.

I'm takin' your haul
to Albuquerque.

No, I'm takin' it.

You okay?

I'm okay.
I said I'm takin' it.

( engine starts )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( ringing )

Hello?

Who is this?

Look, never mind! Just--

Just tell Gus the whole deal
is off. You got that?

The whole place
is swarmin' with cops!

Hey, what's with Gus?

One minute, he's sick,
the next minute he ain't.

Ask me, he's gassed.
Where is he?

Takin' that load
to Albuquerque.

( engine starts )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( car horn honking )

( tense theme playing )

( horns honking )

( tense theme playing )

( truck horn honking )

( car horn honks )

( tense theme playing )

( horn honks )

It's a setup!

Gus, get off the road!

( dramatic theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

( tires screeching )

( screaming )

( dramatic theme playing )

( truck crashes )

( dramatic theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

GUS:
Hotshot, listen--

KIMBLE:
Don't talk!

Listen, hotshot.
Everything I got,

I want you to give
to Lucia, see?

The money and the car keys
in my pocket,

it belongs to--
It belongs to her.

( groaning )

Her husband.

You know, Kenny?

He wasn't
drivin' the truck. I--

I was.

And I fell asleep
at the wheel.

I was pushin' too hard.

Like now, I--

I was six hours
over the log.

He warned me.

But I needed the dough.

It was--
It was like killin' him.

You do that for me,
hotshot, huh?

( somber theme playing )

( siren wailing )

( siren approaching )

( tense theme playing )

( siren wailing )

You better stay here
and watch the traffic.

And also call the station.
We probably need an ambulance.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Huh?

No, he's had it.

Well...

Truck looks like it
went off that curve doing 70.

Gus never did anything
in a small way.

Like somebody didn't
wanna stick around

and answer questions.

Uh-huh.

Got a pretty good idea why.

Sergeant,
you'd better put out a trace

for a man named
Bill Douglas.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( somber theme playing )

Your mother home?
Maybe.

Well, well.

Billy boy.

Changed your mind, huh?

Lucia, Gus is dead.

Huh?

He was killed.

An accident
on the Half Way House.

Well,

so it finally happened, huh?

Just like it did to Kenny.

He, uh,

left you the car and...

...$43.

That's all?

Just a--

A beat-up old car and--

And a couple of bucks?

That's all?

Well, that's all he had.

Hey, wait a minute!

What about the 2,000
bucks he promised me?!

What am I gonna do?

What about the kids?

Hey, wait a minute. You can't
just walk out of here!

Ow!
He hit me!

He hit me!
That man hit me, Mama!

He hit me!
He hit me!

Shut up
or I'll give you another one.

Get in the house.

NARRATOR:
Justice can be delivered
by a final act of violence,

or it can be
elusive and taunting,

as it has become
for Richard Kimble.

For him, justice hides around
the next bend in the road,

beyond the next mountain,

on the bus
that is just pulling out.

Somewhere,
sometime he will find it.

And so he moves on.

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

ANNOUNCER: