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ANNOUNCER: Next,
The Fugitive in color.

I want the police. Please hurry.

Is this the police?
Please, I need help.

Yeah.

Don't move.

- How long have you known?
- Just a few minutes.

- It was my husband's secret.
- He knew about me?

He must have told you he knew

- when he made the deal with you.
- What deal?

Please, I may not be able to
walk, but I can reason very well.

How much is he paying
you to murder me?

[NARRATOR READING
ON-SCREEN TEXT]

NARRATOR: 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 Lord,

Marlyn Mason,

Patricia Smith.

Tonight's episode:

[ANNOUNCER READING
ON-SCREEN TEXT]

[SINGING] And ever since
that night We've been together

Lovers at first
sight In love forever

It turned out so right

For strangers in the night

Bravo!

Give me a drink, Paul.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bartlett, we've
already had the last call.

One more drink, one more song
for the road, whatever that means.

It's getting awfully late. I
think you'd better go home.

Mm. I'm having too much
fun. Much too much fun.

Mrs. Bartlett might be worried.

- Did she call?
- Yes.

I told her you'd
be home shortly.

You're absolutely right.
Can't worry the little wife.

Poor little wife.

I'll have your car
brought around.

- Lunch tomorrow, honey?
- No.

- What, suddenly I'm poison?
- No, not suddenly.

Look, Alan, it's been pretty
bad for both of us all along.

Why don't you just go home?

Okay, I'll call you
tomorrow, honey.

No, don't you dare.
Look, it's finished.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Oh, I'm sorry, I
almost forgot. Here.

It's okay. Don't
you worry about me.

[CHUCKLES]

Are you sure you
can drive, Mr. Bartlett?

I'm fine. Where's the car?

You better take him home, Bill.

I'm just fine.

NARRATOR: Parking attendant:
a job for food and shelter,

a place to rest.

Another temporary
haven for a man on the run.

Richard Kimble, known in this place
and to these people as Bill Garrison.

We still have a date?

- I'll call a cab to pick you up.
- I'll see you at The Shack.

Come on, Bill.

NORMA: Is that you, Alan?

Hi, honey.

You remember Bill. Bill
what? I never did know.

- Garrison.
- Garrison.

The best parking
attendant the club ever had.

It's nice to see you
again, Mr. Garrison.

- I thought you'd be in bed.
- I was watching television.

Well, one drink led to another.

Thanks, Bill, for
bringing me home.

NORMA: Mr. Garrison.

I'm sorry, I hope you didn't
have too much trouble.

No, no. No trouble.

May I offer you something?
A drink? A cup of coffee?

A cab has been called
for me. Thank you.

Sometimes they take a while.
Please, let me fix you something.

- All right. A cup of coffee.
- Good.

- Here, I'll help you.
- No, don't bother. I can manage.

- Uh... Cream and sugar?
- Just black.

Mr. Bartlett really
enjoys the club.

I wish I could share
his enthusiasm for it.

He's a very good golfer.

- There's the evidence.
- Those are mine, Mr. Garrison.

I'm sorry, I didn't realize it.

Why would you? I'm not quite
the same woman anymore.

You're not?

Are you trying to be
kind and not notice?

I'm not the same woman at all.

Since a very rainy night
when I woke up in a hospital.

Automobile accident?

- It was a spinal injury.
- I'm sorry.

That was three years ago.

I've learned to live
with it most of the time.

After all, I have a
lot to be thankful for.

I have a husband who
loves me, a lovely home.

What more could a woman ask?

- Nothing.
- That's right.

[UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING OVER JUKEBOX]

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You couldn't wait?
- Uh-uh. I was starved.

Me too. I'll have
the same thing.

- Did you get Mr. Bartlett home okay?
- Yeah, no problem.

- Did you see his wife?
- Yeah.

I met her once a
couple of months ago.

Mm. Depressing. Let's talk
about something else, happy.

All right. Happy things.

Some of the members told me
this evening how well you sang

and what a bright future
you have. That happy?

Well, I had a bright past.
The future's already over.

Well, that sounds
pretty cynical.

Did you ever hear a record
called "A Heart Full of Sky?"

"A Heart Full of Sky?"
Yeah, a couple of years ago.

That's my record.

- Sold a million copies in two months.
- That sounds good.

But that's all there was.

What happened?

Nothing happened

except I forgot that
sometimes a song can take off

no matter who sings it.

"Heart Full of
Sky" was a winner.

You could've sung it, it
would've sold a million copies.

Yeah, I doubt that.

Well, you don't know what
those engineers can do.

Hey, you wanna
hear something else?

You are a very attractive,

very exciting, very
wonderful type, Gayle.

- Who said that?
- I said that.

[FOOTSTEPS]

You're very good
for a lady's ego.

No, I like you, Bill.

You're nice, you're easy
to be with. You don't push.

I can relax with you.

And besides, we
both like hamburgers.

- Hey, do you have a quarter?
- Yeah.

Here it is.

- Excuse me.
- Come on, let's dance. Come on.

- Can we go someplace?
- Where?

A ride, walk, something.

I know a place.

You know something?
I like it here.

- Where's here?
- Here is right here.

I like it here too.

I mean right here on this
spot, at this very minute.

No argument.

- You wanna know something?
- Go on.

It could be I'm falling
in love with you.

Gayle.

I told you there other places,
other things I have to do.

I know, I know.

That mysterious something
that you have to do.

I thought maybe that
was just a handy cop out

when girls started
to get too serious.

Gayle, I wish things
could be different.

I guess I better go.

Don't you want some coffee?

No, I have to be to work
early tomorrow. It's Sunday.

- Oh, Sunday already.
- That's what I mean.

Come on, tell me the truth.
You just stopped caring for me.

- Reassured?
- Mm. Almost.

Ah. That does it. At
least until tomorrow.

You're the greatest
reassurer, you know that?

All right.

- See you tomorrow.
- Okay.

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYS OVER RADIO]

- Mind if I join you?
- Yep.

Rule one:

- No fraternization with the membership.
- Oh, I'm not just membership.

I'm chairman of the
Rules Committee.

Well, in that case,

the meeting's just been
adjourned, Mr. Chairman.

- What's going on?
- Where?

Between you and that
parking lot attendant.

Paul tells me you've
been driving him home

last couple of nights.

I don't think that's
anybody's business.

It's mine, and you know it.

I think I've had enough
exercise for the day.

- Good morning, Mr. Bartlett.
- Morning, Paul.

- Gayle.
- Alan, let's not start it all over again.

There's nothing to start
over again. It never finished.

It's finished. Now I'm
just trying to forget it.

How? With some
$75-a-week car jockey?

He's very nice and he's fun
to be with, and he isn't married.

All right, he's nice
and he's fun to be with.

- But we had more than that.
- That's just it. We had.

Do you want to work like
this for the rest of your life?

You know what the good
life is. You had it once.

- I've got the money to buy it for you.
- Your wife's money.

What difference does it
make whose money it is?

Well, I should think it'd
make a lot of difference to her.

You know the kind of
relationship that Norma and I have.

Yes, and I know what we
have and it isn't enough.

I want the whole thing, Alan.

I want the wedding
ceremony, the ring, everything.

I want to be Mrs. Bartlett.

And if I can't have that, then
just forget the whole thing.

Gayle, I can't leave her.

- Why?
- You know why.

Oh, go on, you're
gonna be late teeing off.

Gayle, please. Please.

Oh, Alan.

I need you. I need you.

Please, Gayle, don't leave me.

KIMBLE: Gayle.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I thought you had to rehearse.

I do but I've got a
date with my couturier.

Very fancy.

First things first, you
know. Looks then talent.

Of course, Mrs. Dugan
is no Christian Dior

but she's a whiz with a hemline.
They're going up again, you know.

Be careful. You'll
scandalize the lady members.

Are you kidding? They're wearing
them two inches shorter than I am.

[ENGINE STARTS]

This is absurd. I don't
believe a word of it.

I'm afraid it's
true, Mrs. Bartlett.

As I told you, Alan
and I love each other.

Believe me, neither one
of us wanted it to happen.

But we just couldn't
help ourselves.

- How long has it been going on?
- Several months.

- Why are you telling me this now?
- Because Alan won't.

He's very fond of
you, Mrs. Bartlett,

and he feels that he owes you.

Thank you for the
information, Miss Marten.

Perhaps, you'd better leave now.

Please listen to
me, Mrs. Bartlett.

We don't want to hurt you.

We don't want to hurt anybody,
but it certainly can't go on like it is.

The best thing would be
for you to agree to a divorce.

I'm sure you can
find your way out.

Fine. Thank you.

- Charles, I'll ring when we're ready.
- Yes, madam.

All right, what did she want?

- She asked me to give you a divorce.
- A divorce?

- She must be out of her mind.
- Is she?

Well, this is ridiculous.

There's been nothing
between us, absolutely nothing.

A few drinks, hand holding,
small talk. That's all there ever was.

It's more than that. Much
more. Tell me the truth, Alan.

Never mind, don't bother.

- Is a divorce what you want?
- No, it isn't.

Norma, I love you.

- And you love her too?
- No, I don't. It's over with. I promise.

I don't want you to
feel indebted to me.

- Please, Norma, don't.
- Perhaps, a divorce would be best.

No, I wanna be with you, no
one else. You've got to believe me.

I want to. Desperately. I need
you, Alan. I need you so much.

- I promise you, it won't happen again.
- Are you sure?

Darling, I know what
I want, and it's you.

Tell me, how can I prove it?

I wanna be with you more.

I miss you when
you're away so much.

Of course.

And, Alan, I can't
take any more pain.

If there's ever another Gayle
Marten, I'll divorce you immediately.

That's why I want
you to be sure.

Darling, you're the only
woman in the world I ever want.

Why did you do it?
Why did you tell her?

It's obvious, isn't it? You
couldn't do it yourself.

If she divorced you,
Alan, we could be married.

Look, face the facts,
honey. She's got the money.

All of it. I haven't got a
dime in my own name.

What difference does that make?
I'm working and you could get a job.

- Doing what?
- Well, you were a golf pro once.

- I hated it.
- All right, then try something else.

Look, face more facts, honey.
I like the way I'm living now.

My sweetheart, the phony.

I've had the one-room apartments
and scrounging for a buck.

I enjoy what I've got
now and I'm not losing it.

All right, then keep it.

- But you've just lost me.
- Please, please, Gayle, please.

I can't let you go. I've gotta see
you. Please. I'll work it out some way.

Oh, Alan, I can't
live like this. It's ugly.

Oh.

Don't let her spoil our
whole future together.

Just walk out and
forget about the money.

But you can't forget
about the money, can you?

Why did you have to tell her? It
could have been the way it was.

Get me my cigarettes, will you?
They're in the top middle drawer.

- I have something...
- No, no, I want my own.

Go on.

- Give me that.
- Wait a minute.

"Ten thousand dollars
reward. Dr. Richard Kimble."

It's Bill, your
parking lot attendant.

- Why didn't you turn him in?
- Because I don't think he did it.

- It says here he was convicted.
- Well, juries have been wrong before.

You're not going to
call the police, are you?

- Mm-mm. I'm just thinking.
- About what?

About you and me and Dr. Kimble.

Is all this leading
up to something?

I think it's leading to a place
you've been for some time.

You just lost me.

You never kept cigarettes
in that drawer before.

So?

So you wanted me
to see this clipping.

Why would I want that?

So I'd begin to think
just what I'm thinking.

KIMBLE: Good morning, Mr. Bartlett.
- Hi, Bill. How are you?

- I'll take those for you.
- Good.

- Just set those in by my locker.
- All right.

I think I'll grab a quick drink.

Oh, by the way, Bill,

you evidently made quite
an impression on my wife.

I've been looking for someone
to drive her and do odd jobs.

Do you think it'd interest you?

KIMBLE: Well, I have
a job here, actually.

ALAN: Well, it has
some advantages.

Not much night work.
Couple of days off a week.

Believe me, it'd be
a better job than this.

What job?

Hi. I was just asking Bill here
if he'd like to go to work for me.

I don't know what you make
here, but the salary is 600 a month.

That's more than I
make here, plus tips.

- Think it over.
KIMBLE: All right.

- What do you think?
- I think take it.

- Trying to get rid of me?
- Mm-hm.

No, I just think you're cut out

for something much better
than parking cars for rich people.

And besides, a job with
a family like the Bartletts

could lead to
something much better.

All right, consider me the
Bartletts' new chauffeur.

Congratulations.

Listen, next time you pick
me up, use the limousine.

I'll live vicariously.

After you've put the car away, you
can take the packages to my room.

Yes, ma'am.

Will there be anything
else, Mrs. Bartlett?

No, thank you.

You asked me to remind you
to call the children's hospital.

Thank you. I'll call later.

Oh. How are you
and Bill getting along?

Fine.

He seems perfect to me.

Pleasant. Considerate.

You had so many things to do,

I thought you'd be
gone most of the day.

I'm tired. I didn't sleep well.

I heard you go out. It
must have been after 10:30.

I played poker with Harry
and some of the boys.

Who played?

Honey, if you're worrying about
that Marten girl or any girl, don't.

- I made a promise, remember?
- I know. I can't help it.

- How about a little drink?
- I'd like that.

[HORN HONKING]

GAYLE [SINGING]: Within my heart

I know I will never
start To smile again

Until I smile at you

PAUL: Pretty day, sad song.

It isn't as if Bill had left
the country or anything.

Isn't it?

Well, he's working
for the Bartletts, right?

That's only about
three miles away.

I have a feeling it'll seem
more like three light years.

- It seems to me you could work it out.
- I think he already has.

What do you mean?

Well, it's like he's been
planning something all along.

Well, you know, hanging
in tight with Mr. Bartlett,

being taken home to the missus,

playing the
all-American good guy.

Well, how do you figure it?

I don't know. Maybe he just likes to
drive a big fancy car like the Bartlett's.

One tearful farewell coming up.

Hi.

- How are you Paul?
- Okay.

- Congratulations on your new job.
- Thank you.

A guy who works that hard
for anything deserves to have it.

- What does that mean?
- Well, you know Paul.

Did you ever see anything

as depressing as this
place in the daytime?

No, never did.

Well, that's the end
of another perfect day.

We seem to have a lot of them.

- How about inviting me in for a drink?
- Oh, I can't. I'd love to, but I can't.

I've got to fix my
hair and do my nails

and look absolutely
ravishing in one hour.

- All right, I'll walk you in.
- Okay.

Thanks again, Bill.

Sure you won't change
your mind about that drink?

I wish I could.

See you Sunday?

- About 11.
- Okay.

Hey, you got my trunks?

Oh, I forgot.

Thank you.

- See you Sunday.
- Yeah.

- You're late.
- Sorry.

It was just one more
dip after another.

I hope you're not enjoying
that part of the game too much.

Unless I'm mistaken,
we're playing your rules.

Are we? I'm not so sure.

It was your idea to keep that
little romance with Kimble going.

[ICE CLINKING]

Oh, Alan, you know
why I'm doing it.

Maybe you're looking to
back out of the whole thing.

I know what you told me.
It's all for Paul's benefit.

- Have you talked to him yet?
- Yep.

Like I would to my analyst.

I told him everything
we talked about.

When they ask
him about it later,

he'll swear that Kimble was
plotting something all along.

- Tell me something, will you?
- What?

What is it you're really after?
Me, 10 million dollars? What is it?

Why?

Oh, I guess I wanna make
sure you're on my side.

You doubt it?

Not now, but what about later?

Now, what do you mean "later"?

I mean, after it's all over,

maybe you start getting
a little bored with me.

You see, then I'll be the only one
left between you and all that money.

Oh, Alan, wasn't I willing
to marry you before?

Didn't I ask you to
give up the money?

Maybe you knew I couldn't.

[SIGHS]

Maybe all that was
leading up to this plan.

Do I love you or the
10 million dollars?

It's quite a question.

- Do you really want the truth?
- Yeah, I think I'd sleep better.

The truth is I don't know.

You, the money, it's all
one and the same to me.

I don't know that I'd enjoy
one without having the other.

But I'll tell you one thing,

I'll never give you any
reason to think it isn't you.

- That's a promise.
- Thanks.

At least I know where I stand.

I suppose I would've
wished that you lied a little.

Oh, now, what does that mean?

It means we're going ahead.

You've got it all worked out?

As far as the police are concerned,
it'll look like robbery and murder.

Well, what about Kimble?

I'll drive up, hear the shot, and
shoot Kimble trying to escape.

- What, you're gonna kill him?
- Before Norma.

Otherwise, he could get
scared off. We can't afford that.

I can't let him get away.

Well, how do you know
he'll even be there?

I've arranged that.

When? When are you gonna do it?

Tonight.

NORMA: Come in.

Would madam care to have
dinner in the dining room

or shall I have a
tray brought in here?

- The dining room will be fine, Charles.
- Thank you.

- Did Mr. Bartlett call?
- Not since this afternoon.

I believe he said something
about a late golf game at the club.

I know. I thought he'd
be finished by now.

Well, perhaps, he stayed at
the club for dinner, madam.

Will there be anything else,
Mrs. Bartlett, before I leave?

This isn't your evening off.

Mr. Bartlett gave Mary and me

two tickets for the show
at the music theatre.

- And no one will be here?
- Oh, yes.

Bill got back about an hour ago.

If there's anything you
need, madam, just call him.

Thank you, Charles,
and have a good time.

Thank you, madam.
I'm sure we will.

- You win. She'd like dinner in here.
- Good.

Mary and I ought to be
back around midnight.

- Take your time, Charles.
- Thanks. See you later.

Hello, I'd like to
speak to Paul.

Yes, the bartender, please.

Hello?

Mr. Bartlett hasn't
been here at all today.

Miss Marten called
in to say she'd be late.

May I have her home
phone number, please?

We don't usually give
out such information.

Charles! Charles!

Can I help you, Mrs. Bartlett?

[RINGS]

ALAN [OVER PHONE]: Gayle?
- Yes?

Charles and Mary
just left. I'm on my way.

Can you call me
when it's all over?

I'll try.

You go to the club
and do your act.

- I'll take care of my end.
- Okay.

Are you all right,
Mrs. Bartlett?

I'm all right. Leave
me alone, please.

I want the police. Please hurry.

Is this the police?
Please, I need help.

Yeah.

Don't move.

- How long have you known?
- Just a few minutes.

- It was my husband's secret.
- He knew about me?

He must have told you he knew

- when he made the deal with you.
- What deal?

Please, I may not be able to
walk, but I can reason very well.

- How much is he paying to murder me?
- Murder you?

He never intended to break
off with Gayle Marten, did he?

- I don't know what you mean.
- I think you do.

He's been seeing her for
months. He admitted it to me.

She even asked
me to divorce him.

- I don't know anything about that.
- Divorce would be complicated.

It was easier to kill me
and have the money too.

Far easier with
you as a hired killer.

Mrs. Bartlett, I didn't kill
anybody. I don't know about a deal.

Just sit down over there.

If you don't, I'll shoot you.

How long are you
going to keep me here?

Until Charles comes
back. He'll call the police.

Mrs. Bartlett.

Mrs. Bartlett, if you're in
danger, it's not from me.

Now, I didn't know anything about
your husband and Gayle Marten.

If there was a
plan, it was theirs.

Don't lie to me, please.

Your husband had the clippings?

- What difference does it make?
- He knew I was wanted for murder.

Mrs. Bartlett, you've
got to believe me.

He'd say I tried to rob
you, and then had to kill you.

It doesn't make sense.
You'd tell them the truth.

He'd have to kill me
too. That would be safer.

Mrs. Bartlett, you've
got to let me go.

No, I want you where I
can see you every minute.

Does he know you have that gun?

Well, then the gun is empty.

- What do you mean?
- The gun isn't loaded. It couldn't be.

Would you chance it?

It isn't loaded.

I'm sorry.

I'll call the police.

The phone's dead.

I'll try next door.

They've been living
in Europe all year.

Don't go, please.

Alan may come back any minute.

I'm just going to get the car.

[ENGINE FAILING TO START]

Did you get the car?

He made sure we couldn't use it.

There's a gas station
not far from here.

I'll call the police from there.

You go to your
room. It'll be safer.

- There's another phone in the kitchen.
- It's probably dead too.

Please try it.

But you lock your door.

Hello, honey, I thought
you'd be at dinner.

I told Bill to take care of you.
I'll have to have a talk with him.

- Where is he, Norma?
- He's gone.

Didn't I just see him outside?

He was here but he left.

Where is he, Norma?

I said, where is he?

- I don't know.
- You're lying, aren't you, Norma?

Where is he, Norma?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

KIMBLE: Mrs. Bartlett.

Mrs. Bartlett.

Tell him to wait.

Just a minute.

Get away, Bill!

Mrs. Bartlett?

Get in the elevator!

Oh, my leg.

My leg. Oh.

[ALAN GROANS]

He's unconscious.

- Is it bad?
- Broken leg.

- Want me to carry you downstairs?
- No, I think I'll stay here.

I'll go down the highway
and call the police.

- You'll be all right?
- Don't worry. I'll make it.

Maybe we both will.

[PIANO PLAYING]

- Gayle Marten?
- Yes.

Police?

- What do you want?
- We'd like you to come with us, please.

Why, what's the matter?

Mr. Alan Bartlett. He's been arrested
for the attempted murder of his wife.

Mr. Bartlett? From
here at the club?

I'm sure you'll remember
him when you see him.

I know him, all right.

Just like I know the
other members here.

We say hello, that's all.

- Just hello?
- That's right.

Then we'd better go.

One of you... One of you
seems to be making a mistake.

What do you mean?

Bartlett signed a
confession an hour ago.

He claims the murder
was all your idea.

NARRATOR: Safe
for one more night,

Richard Kimble continues

along the twin paths of
the hunter and the hunted.

Continues along

without the knowledge that
either road will lead to freedom.