All language subtitles for The Fugitive 2x30

Why the helping hand?

MAN:
Don't worry,
it's not for you.

I spent 12 years
in a carny,

and after all the times
I was thrown in the pokey

by these hick cops, I'm not
about to do them any favors.

Well, I'm leaving tonight
anyhow.

Sure, but, uh...
What if that Gerard

decides to snoop around
some more in the meantime?

What did you have in mind?

Come on.

( lion purring )

You can stay right here
in this shed.

I'll put a couple of cat cages
in front of it,

and they'll never look here.

I think that's the first place
they're gonna look.

( dramatic theme playing )

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:

Steve Forrest,

Laurence Naismith,

Milton Selzer.

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.

ANNOUNCER:

You're sure he's the one
that got off here?

That guy.

I told you, that's him.

How'd you figure he was
on my run in the first place?

Well, let's just say
we got a tip.

A policeman spotted him
getting on your bus in Omaha,

but he couldn't put
a name to the face

until a couple of hours later.

Did you check the passengers?

Yeah, well,
a couple of 'em.

Looks like
you're on the right track.

Except he's got a couple
of laps on us.

Well, that's not too bad.

As long as he doesn't know
there's a trace.

Yeah. Well, thanks.

NARRATOR:
Fifty-five miles
outside of Lincoln, Nebraska.

Wild animals in cages
bring the curious

to Major Alan Fielding's
Jungle Land.

Richard Kimble,
wearing the name Nick Peters,

has found work here.

The job began this morning.

It is destined
to end tonight.

A beauty, isn't she?

I suppose so.

I don't know either.

As far as I'm concerned,

I'd rather have a big,
friendly dog.

Look, like I said before,

50 a week's all I can
come up with to start.

That and a roof.

Do I, ah,
pay for my own meals?

Unless you like peanuts.

Come on,
I'll give you the tour.

The animals get fed
once a day.

The monkeys get the fruit,

and there are meal sacks
in that shed for the, uh, birds.

Right now, for the cats,

you just get the meat
out of the freezer,

and Fielding'll
give it to 'em.

You know, those cats
can kill a man

in just under 10 seconds,

and my workman's comp
isn't paid up.

So keep your distance.

You'll get no argument
from me.

The Major, that's Fielding,
he works the cats

in the arena on weekends.

For whatever public we got.

Anyhow, that's when
you clean the cat cages.

You're only open weekends?

And just barely then.

Oh, incidentally, you'll work
the concession stand too.

MAN:
I won't have it,
I tell you!

I don't care about
any check.

I tell you
there has to be a mistake.

Jaipur is not for sale.

I don't care
what you've been told.

He's not for sale!
Barry!

Tell these-- These predators
to get out of here.

Tell them they're trespassing.
Tell them--

Major, I invited
these men here.

Why?

Come on,
we'll talk in the office.

Who's he,
another one of 'em?

His name's Nick Peters.
He's taking Curley's job.

Now, come on.

These men claim they've come
to inspect Jaipur.

I said we'll talk
in the office.

Monkeys haven't been fed yet.

You might as well
start with them.

( solemn theme playing )

I want an explanation.

They're from the circus,
and if they're happy,

the manager
will be here tomorrow

for final inspection and pickup.
Pickup?

And we'll have ourselves
a check for $10,000.

I don't care
about any check.

I raised Jaipur from a cub,
I trained him.

I won't have him
put in some filthy cage

where nobody cares how many kids
poke sticks at him.

I won't have it,
I tell you!

You won't, huh?

Well, you listen to me,
old man.

When I tell you we're broke,
you better believe it.

Horse meat, $500.
County taxes, 780.

City taxes, 450. Concession,
a hundred and a half.

Feed, utilities, equipment.

We're in debt up to our necks
and then some.

But Jaipur's
our main attraction.

Main attraction.

Where do you think you are,
old man?

Still back in the center ring?

We got no main attraction.

If we did,
you could keep your lousy cat.

What we got is a small-time,
crummy zoo

with an old man
who talks to tigers

'cause he don't know
how to talk to anybody else.

You can't--

And the paying public
just doesn't seem to care

much anymore for old men
who talk to tigers.

But why not one of the others?

Why Jaipur?

You wanna know why?

Because none of those other
flea-bitten antiques

would bring one half
what Jaipur would,

and one cat's all we can afford
to lose right now.

Those hicks around here
won't know the difference,

and we still got plenty of cats
to make it look good.

Now you listen to me.

I don't care how
you raise the money.

I don't care if it means
we go to jail.

But Jaipur is the only thing
in this shabby place

that's first rate,
that's quality.

He's worth ten of either of us
and he stays right here.

Now, no more talk.

Just a couple
more words.

He's sold.

( sad theme playing )

MAN:
Hey. You!

He hired you
to feed the animals,

not play with them.

No, I-- I think something's
wrong with this one.

What's wrong with him?

I don't know.
I just think he's sick.

You a vet or something?

No.

You just feed 'em
and clean out their cages.

I'll worry
about their health.

Okay.

( dramatic theme playing )

( knocking at door )

Yeah.

My name is Gerard.

Stafford, Indiana.

You're a little off course,
aren't you, lieutenant?

Oh, not necessarily,
Mr. um...?

Craft. Barry Craft.

You own this place?

Me and my partner.

May I sit down?

You're probably busier
than I am.

I'm looking for a man

we're pretty sure
is in the Morgantown area.

Why come here?

Well, we're just checking
all the operations around

that might be doing
a lot of hiring.

Heh.

What clown sent you to us?

I beg your pardon.

Who's this guy
you're looking for?

Dr. Richard Kimble.

Oh. Kimble.

You mean that guy who killed
his wife here a few years back?

That's right.

There's his picture.

The, uh,
hair will be darker.

( suspenseful theme playing )

There some kind of reward?

I'm afraid not.

Well, have you seen him?

Yeah.

I mean, I remember him from
the newspapers and all that.

Anyplace else?

Well, not around here.

We got a couple
of day workers,

but, uh, none of 'em
look like him.

I see.

But if I spot this guy,
I'll sure let you know.

Just call the sheriff's office.

They'll get in touch with me.

You mind
if I keep this?

Sure.

You know,
if you catch this guy Kimble,

it'll be the biggest thing that
ever happened to Morgantown.

You could put this place
on the map, like they say.

Yeah, like they say.

Lou Cartwright.

( ringing )

Yeah, Cartwright.

Lou, Barry Craft.

Do me a favor, will you?

Who?
Barry Craft. Jungle Land.

Look, you got a morgue
down there or something?

Back issues of the paper?

Yeah, Barry, why?

Did you ever hear of a guy
named Richard Kimble?

Uh, look, Barry, I'm busy.

Kimble.
He's wanted by the law.

Some cop was here
looking for him--

Oh, wait a minute. Kimble.
The doctor?

Convicted
of killing his wife?

Lou, look him up for me,
will ya?

Dig out everything you can.

Why? What's up?

You ever hear
of the Biograph Theatre?

Yeah, back in the 30's, uh...

Okay. I'm gonna build a Biograph
right here in Morgantown.

Build what?
What are you talking about?

Questions, questions.

Look, I'll tell ya
when I see ya.

( dramatic theme playing )

That's it. Now move.

( purring )

Move, you son of a beast!

Boy,

maybe he's right.

Maybe you should be sold.

Maybe you're just getting
fat and lazy.

Ah, that's a little better,

but that wouldn't
frighten anybody, you know.

And that's what they want.

They want to be frightened.

Easy, boy. Easy, easy.

Ah, over.

( suspenseful theme playing )

You're still a fake, you know.

Now come on.

Show 'em your teeth.

Show 'em
what a killer you are.

Easy boy, easy.

Easy. Easy!

Now, easy, boy.

Easy. Stay!

Get away!

Stay.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Ready with the gate!

You should be working,
not loitering.

Yeah, I know. I'm sorry.

If you want to watch us
perform,

you pay a dollar
and a quarter

like everybody else.

Look, I said I'm sorry.

I didn't know I was doing
anything wrong. All right?

Come on, children, don't fight.

Gate!

It's not good, dissension.

Decreases efficiency,
or something like that.

Your new man doesn't seem
to know his job yet.

Oh, don't worry about him,
major.

He's part of the team.

And what team is that?

Look, I got a plan.

We're starting to move.
The three of us.

Right to the top.

What do you mean
"the three of us"?

Like I said,
I got a plan for us,

and Nick here's
gonna be part of it all.

I mean that, Nick.

Before he becomes a partner,

perhaps he'd like to begin
by earning his keep.

Well, you better
get back to work, Nick,

before Clyde Beatty here
takes up his whip.

Why, sure.

Where did you find him
anyway?

Oh, that's the great part.
He fell right in our lap.

What are you talking about?

The Biograph Theater.

Did you ever hear
of the Biograph Theater?

Oh, you're not making sense.

You're wrong, old man,
I'm making beautiful sense.

In 1934-- You weren't
around here then.

But in 1934, in Chicago,

a man named John Dillinger
was shot down

in front
of the Biograph Theater.

And for years,
I mean years,

people came from all over
the country just to look at it.

Just to stand
and look at a movie house.

Dillinger.

He was some sort of criminal,
wasn't he?

The best in the business.

Well, we haven't got
a Dillinger.

( dramatic theme playing )

Haven't we?

That's him.

Some cop from Indiana
was just nosing around.

And you didn't tell him?

CRAFT:
Well, not yet.
I've got to do this thing right.

Reporters, photographers,
the works.

I don't like it.

What don't you like?

Look, that guy's
an escaped murderer.

He's still a man.

Not some pathetic geek

like you used to hustle
at that carney.

That still makes me dirt
in your eyes, doesn't it?

Like that two-bit zoo of yours
was the world's greatest thing.

All right, forget it.

But I don't like it.

Don't you?

Well, that's too bad,

but you just
keep your mouth shut

because if anybody finds out
before I'm ready,

they can throw us both
in the can

for being accessories.

You got it?

I thought you were instructed

not to discuss this
investigation with anybody.

Especially reporters.

I'm sorry, lieutenant,

but Cartwright seemed
to know all about it already.

What did he say?

Well, he called
and said he heard Kimble

was in the area,
and he wanted details.

Get him on the phone.

Uh, could be that one of the
people we questioned called him.

Why?

Lou Cartwright, please.

Oh? When?

No, thanks,
I'll call back.

He left 15 minutes ago.

Left word
he'd be at Fielding's zoo.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Sheriff,
can I borrow some men?

Sure, I'll give you a car too.

Why? You smell something
out there?

Well, it's a zoo, isn't it?

( chuckles )

Hey, you! Nick!

You said he was sick.

Yeah, I think so.

What's wrong with him?

I don't know. How old is he?

Six months. A baby.

Well, then maybe
he has rickets.

Look, do you, uh...

You really know something
about this kind of thing?

Well, just a little.
I used to work with children.

Well, cats I know,
but, uh, chimps with rickets.

Then call a vet.

My partner,
he doesn't like vets.

You see, vets send bills.

Look, Nick, uh...

Do you think you know enough

about this kind of thing to,
uh...

Well, to help him out of it?

Yeah, maybe. Um...

Is there a drugstore around?

Yes, there's a drugstore

about half a mile
down the road towards the town.

I'll be back in a while.

( dramatic theme playing )

You mean you've got him
right here working for you?

You better believe it.

Well, where is he?

He's around.

Can I see him?

Sure.

But first we got
a couple of things to work out.

Don't you get any ideas
about calling the cops,

because the parade starts
when I blow the whistle,

or there won't be any parade.

Now, look, Barry,
you know me.

I'll play along.

Sure, you will,

'cause I might be slipping
a Pulitzer

right in your pocket.

Mmm.

Now, what do you want me
to do?

Get me a couple
of photographers,

and let
the wire services know

you've got something big
on the way.

For when?

Tomorrow afternoon.

Saturdays we get
a pretty good crowd.

That'll give it
more excitement.

( laughing )

Oh, that's dynamite
you're playing with.

You know a better way
to make a big noise?

Okay,

but I'd still like
to see him before, uh...

Hey.

Who's that?

( suspenseful theme playing )

It's that same cop.

Well, looks like somebody else
might have a whistle, huh?

CRAFT:
Hey, lieutenant!

Something I can do for ya?

You're Cartwright, I suppose.

What are you doing here?

Well, I was just--

Oh, he came to see me.
Why?

That's what I asked.

Well, Lou's a good friend,
a buddy.

I called him.

You know, about Kimble.

Well,
that's okay, isn't it?

As far as it goes.

It doesn't explain why you came
all the way out here.

Well, it was a good tip,

so I thought
I'd thank him in person.

It was?

If Kimble's in the area.

You don't mind
if I look around.

Be my guest.

Mr. Fielding?

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

He doesn't know any more
about it than I do.

If you don't mind.

Sorry,
just trying to help.

Have you ever seen
this man before?

You're hunting for him?

Yep.

I used to hunt myself, you know,
for quite a while.

Guns, traps, everything.

Everything, just to put
some terrified beast

into an iron cage.

I suppose in a way
we're in the same line of work.

No.

You see, uh...
I just woke up one morning

and discovered
that I'd grown out of it.

Have you seen him before
or not?

No. Why?
Was I supposed to?

Look. I told you, didn't I?

I'm not sure
you told me anything.

Lieutenant.

Not a sign of him.

I'd like to use your phone.

Sure, there's one
in the office.

Where is he?

The drugstore.

What for?

The baby chimp's sick.

He went down to try
and get her something.

Boy, he sure picked
a great time

to start practicing medicine
again.

( dramatic theme playing )

Uh, if you don't mind,

I'd like to leave your men
out here for a while.

Yep.

I know, but, uh,
like you say,

there's a smell.

Yeah, I ought to be back
in 15, 20 minutes.

Right.

Thanks for the use of the phone.

( suspenseful theme playing )

CRAFT:
Look, if he turns up here,

I'll sure let you know.

A thing like that could get me
plenty of publicity.

That's right. It could.

I can't offer you
a cup of coffee?

Oh, no, thank you.

The least I can do
is walk you to your car.

GERARD: Don't bother.
CRAFT: No bother. No bother.

You gotta get out of sight.

What did you tell Gerard?

That I haven't
seen you.

Why?

Boy, you really pick the time
to ask the questions.

No, come on, why?

You seem okay to me.
Let him do his own work.

That's not enough.

Okay, I'll level with ya.

I didn't tell him because
there's nothing in it for me.

No reward, nothing,

and I turned in
my public spirit years ago.

Now, you better
get out of sight

before he decides
to have another look.

But you better not go
too far.

What do you mean?

He knows you got off the bus
in Morgantown.

They'll have
the roads covered.

So until he decides that, uh,

you've given him the slip,

the safest place for you
is right here.

Thanks.

Just stay out of sight.

Okay, thanks.

Nick.

When did you get back?

Well, just now, why?

There was a policeman here.

He's coming back.
He's, uh, on the scent.

He has to come back.
I know.

Well, then you know why
he's after me.

Your partner
just tried to help me

and now you're trying
to help me. Why?

Perhaps I just
don't like hunters.

Isn't that what you are?

So you see,
I know what it does to a man.

He becomes a nothing.

No more than an extension
of his own weapon,

and I have very little respect
for weapons.

I'd like you to know
I didn't do what they say.

I believe you, but it doesn't
make any difference.

You see, I, uh, believe that
every living thing,

if it has to die,

should have room to do it in.

Now, go quickly.

No, not that way.

There are fences
all around the place

to keep out
the non-paying customers.

There's a road up there
about 500 yards.

It bypasses the town.

Here.

Give him the vitamins
three times a day,

and the calcium twice a day.

If he doesn't get well,
you'll have to call the vet.

Thank you.

Well, they're still
out there.

Get your photographers
back on that phone.

What for?

They'll be here tomorrow noon
like you wanted.

I want 'em here today.

Why?

I'm changing the schedule.

I don't like those cops
sniffing around so close.

I've got one guy
coming in from Omaha.

Then get on that phone.

( suspenseful theme playing )

You mean you let him just
walk right out of here?

I suppose I did.

All right, which way?

Strange,
I don't seem to recall.

Well, you better start
recalling, old man,

or else that big
pussycat of yours

gets shipped
out tomorrow.

What do you mean?

I thought you'd
already sold him.

Oh, didn't I tell you?

I figured if we scored
on this Kimble thing

that we'd pull
in enough business

so we wouldn't
need to sell the cat.

I cancelled the sale.

So now how's your memory?

He's up there,

heading for the road.

CRAFT:
Hey, officer.

My partner thinks
he just heard some noise

back in our work yard.
Yeah?

It could be that guy Kimble,
I guess.

If it is, he's probably
heading out the back road.

You stay here, Ralph.

( ominous theme playing )

SHERIFF ( on radio ):
All right, let's stay put.

Long as we have men back
at the compound, we're covered.

Just remember to call
in once in a while.

Right.

Why don't you watch
from the curve.

That should give us a good
half-mile check both ways.

Yeah, but it'll be dark
in a couple of hours.

Yeah, for him too.

Barry,
if he gets away--

If he gets away or if they pick
him up, we've had it.

Relax, old man,
we're back in business.

What did you do?
Try to make a break for it?

Yeah.
Well, what happened?

They had the roads covered.

Well, I guess I can't
blame you for trying,

but like I said before,

you're safer here
than any place else.

They have, uh, still got men
at the front gate.

Oh, major, do me a favor,
will you?

There's a guy waiting
for me in the office.

Tell him I'll be
right with him.

Meanwhile, I got an idea
where our friend here

can dig in for a while.

I'll be back.

Why the helping hand?

Don't worry,
it's not for you.

I spent 12 years in a carny,

and after all the times
I was thrown in the pokey

by these hick cops, I'm not
about to do them any favors.

Well, I'm leaving
tonight anyhow.

Sure, but, uh,
what if that Gerard

decides to snoop around some
more in the meantime?

What did you have in mind?

Come on.

( lion growling softly )

You can stay
right here in this shed.

I'll put a couple
of cat cages in front of it

and they'll never
look here.

I think that's the first place
they're gonna look.

( dramatic theme playing )

Where is he?

( ominous theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( growls softly )

Well, come on,
old man, drink up.

It's on the house.

You know, I'd rather not drink
to a man's death.

Who are you,
the virgin princess?

Thirty pieces of silver
or a 5-year-old Bengal tiger,

what's the difference?

( chuckles )

What time
do they get here?

You said 5.
It's only a quarter of.

They getting paid
by the hour or something?

Relax, you're home free.

Yeah, maybe.

I think it's time
to start the parade.

Gerard?

Yeah, I'd like to talk
to Lieutenant Gerard.

Here they are.
Here are the boys.

You better believe
it's important.

( ominous theme playing )

Major.

Major.

You can hear me
but you won't listen,

is that it?

Major, I need your help.

I can't help you.

Don't you understand? I can't.

You once said to me,
"A man needs room to die."

Did you know that Jaipur here

has never known
anything but a cage?

He was born in a cage
just like this,

and except when we work
together in the arena,

his whole world measures

just twice his own length.

( Jaipur growls softly )

Will you help me?

Why should I choose
you over him?

Why should you have to?

To keep him from being sold.

My partner believes that your
capture will make us so rich

that there'll
be no need to sell him.

So tell me, how should I choose?

What can I say?

That you're a man,
that I'm a man,

that we are better somehow
than a mere dumb creature.

But we're not, you know.

No animal corrupts
or wars or betrays.

Only man does that.

So why should I choose you?

Because I'm being hunted down
like an animal.

To be destroyed.

So?

A hunter drives a piece of lead

into the skull of a tiger.

Which death has more nobility,
doctor?

Well, at least the tiger
doesn't know the exact moment

it's going to happen.

Major, there's no room at all
in the electric chair.

( Jaipur growls )

( ominous theme playing )

You've got him?

You better believe it.

Who are they?

Couple of friends.

Yeah. Lou Cartwright
and a couple of friends

who happen to have cameras.

Very convenient.

I guess it is.

Come on, where is he?

Step right this way,
folks.

He walks, he talks,
he crawls on his belly like--

Shut up, Craft.

Just show us where he is.

Anything you say,
sheriff.

( suspenseful theme playing )

What did you do?

Dirty, stupid, old man.

CARTWRIGHT:
Barry.

What happened?

He had Kimble
locked in the cage.

Yeah.

And there's going to be another
empty cage tomorrow.

It's okay.
He can't have got too far.

Maybe, but where?

Up there. It's the only
direction he could have gone.

I've got two men
on the road up there,

he's pretty well boxed in.

GERARD:
Yeah, he's smart.

It's dark.
He doesn't know the terrain.

We'll have him in five minutes.
Come on. Let's go.

Ralph,
you stay here.

Watch the area
over by the office.

Come on, men.

( ominous theme playing )

FIELDING:
Go.

Go, boy. Go.

( growls )

Hey.

Tiger loose!

Where?

Why?

Men, we gotta find that cat.

Shoot to kill.

No, wait.

What for?

What about Kimble?

So far as we know,
Kimble isn't armed,

but that tiger is.

He might head for town.

Come on, men.

Don't take any chances.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( growling )

Hey, Al, see anything?

No, not yet.

Kimble?

All right, come on out.

I'll have to shoot.

Kimble.

On the count of three
I'm going to fire.

One.

Two.

Three.

( gunshots )

What was it?

BERT:
I don't know.

Down the road.

AL:
Can you see anything?

BERT:
Not from here.

Go check, I'll stay here.

BERT:
Okay.

Hey, Al. Over here. We got him.

( engine starts )

BERT:
Sheriff.

SHERIFF:
We're over here.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah, we are.
We had to kill the tiger.

( dramatic theme playing )

SHERIFF:
Well, I guess that
kind of wraps it up.

Uh, you didn't get much
of a story, did you?

Hm? Oh,
I got a wonderful story.

Didn't you hear?

Somebody just burned down
the Biograph Theater.

What?

You better believe it.

I'm sorry we lost your boy.

He's not lost.
Yeah.

Well,
let's get out of here.

( dramatic theme playing )

Well, you really
blew it, old man.

Kimble, the tiger
and everything.

Is that what you wanted?

Well, he got away.

Didn't he?

NARRATOR:
One man's dream ends

while another man's nightmare
merely continues.

Richard Kimble is free.

He has room for tonight.

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

ANNOUNCER: