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Name: Richard Kimble.

Profession: doctor of medicine.

Destination: death
row, state prison.

Richard Kimble has
been tried and convicted

for the murder of his wife.

But laws are made by
men, carried out by men.

And men are imperfect.

Richard Kimble is innocent.

Proved guilty, what Richard
Kimble could not prove,

was that moments before
discovering his wife's body,

he encountered a man running
from the vicinity of his home.

A man with one arm.

A man who has
not yet been found.

Richard Kimble ponders his fate

as he looks at the
world for the last time...

and sees only darkness.

But in that darkness
fate moves its huge hand.

The Fugitive.

A QM production.

Starring David
Janssen as the fugitive.

With guest stars,
Susan Oliver...

Robert Duvall... Lee Philips...

Will Kuluva.

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Gerard.

Tonight's episode,

"Never Wave Goodbye, Part I."

No, no, honey,
nothing's come up.

Have him roll the sleeping bags.

I... I'll be home by 6.

Yeah.

Bye.

Great excitement.

I'm taking Flip camping
this weekend. At last.

Good. Uh, Phil, what is this?

Uh...

"Philip 'Clem' Palmers,

"six months L.A. County
Jail, assault and battery.

"Verify the 3rd of April, 1960.

"Want and hold. Los
Angeles County Sheriff."

Oh, that's, uh, an old
want I sent out, captain.

On what case?

Well, the, uh...
The Kimble case.

Oh.

I see.

I see.

The good doctor claimed
there was a one-armed man.

I'm proving there wasn't.

I've got a general bulletin out.

I ought to get a kickback
on any one-armed man

any department, anywhere,

arrested for a crime
against a woman.

So you got a kickback.

What do you do
about the suspect?

Interrogate him.

In Los Angeles?

Even if it were in Nome, Alaska.

Phil, Kimble should've
been executed a year ago.

Yeah, if I hadn't
let him escape.

Nobody blames
you for a train wreck.

Phil, I wish you'd
close this case.

The judge and jury
closed the case.

I just want Kimble.

Why do you think it'll
be you who finds him?

Because I know the man.

I know how he lives.

Pittsburgh, five weeks.

Pittsburgh Homicide
misses him by ten days.

For over a month,

a clerk in a Minneapolis
post office wonders

where he's seen his
garbage man before.

The day Kimble leaves
town, the clerk remembers.

He's been looking
at him on the wall

of the post office
every morning.

But, captain, he
can dye his hair,

but he can't change
his character.

Kimble is a self-respecting
citizen here, all his life.

He's not a vagrant.

Put yourself in his place.

You move into a town.

You sell papers, or clean
fish, or collect garbage,

any job where you don't
have to have identification.

But after four, five, six
weeks, what happens?

The guy at the next
counter starts noticing

that you think a little
faster than he does,

you maybe use bigger words.

So he starts asking questions.

So you move on, and
on, and on, and on,

but sooner or later, you
don't move quite so quickly.

Because you're tired of
moving. You're tired of running.

And sooner or later,

you find a place where
you think you're safe.

And you stay.

And that, captain, is
the beginning of the end.

I hope so, Phil.

Sometimes I wonder if you
ever decided he was guilty.

Captain, you don't understand.

The law decided he
was guilty, I don't have to.

And you don't have to
interrogate one-armed men.

You don't have to
go to Los Angeles.

Or maybe you do.

Mary.

Yes, sir.

Get the lieutenant
a roundtrip ticket

to Los Angeles.

Santa Barbara, California.

Two hours up the
coast from Los Angeles.

A harbor town, a fishing
town, an early mission town.

To Richard Kimble,

temporarily using
the name Jeff Cooper,

it has been a sanctuary.

But a fugitive knows
that a sanctuary

becomes a trap if
he stays too long.

All right, move
on if you want to.

I don't see why.

I have to go do the books.

He troubles you, Jeff?

Tommy Edwards troubles you?

He doesn't trouble me, uh, Lars.

Jeff, why must you go this time?

I just have to, that's all.

It is Karen, isn't it?

You are afraid she's
falling in love with you. Why?

You do not have a
wife anywhere, Jeff?

I have no wife.

Then you are only
afraid to grow roots?

You... You know
the fig tree in town?

It comes a hundred years ago

across the sea
from Australia, I hear.

So it... It has traveled too.

And now it... It has
roots and it grows.

So big it is the
biggest in the world.

Is it so unhappy?

To stay would
not be so bad, Jeff.

No, it wouldn't be
so bad. But I can't.

I think she's already
in love with you, Jeff.

She should not have
to wave goodbye

to someone she loves again.

What does that mean, Lars?

Once she stood in
a hospital corridor

and waved goodbye to her mother,

and Karen was crying

because she was
only 10 years old.

And for days her father...

I-I hate to say this
because he is my brother,

but he's a weak, weak, weak man.

He was like a-a-a simpleton.

And one morning, she
waved goodbye to him.

And now there are
two letters in 12 years.

She should not have
to wave goodbye again.

She didn't tell me that.

It makes it harder.

There is the
doctor to see if I will

maybe live through
the rest of the day.

That's the man
Karen should marry.

Maybe.

Is the sail ready?

Just about.

To go is a mistake, Jeff.

I don't want to go, Lars.

I don't want to go at all.

Then maybe you will stay.

Maybe you will stay.

Anyway, uh... in our
own Santa Barbara way,

it was kind of a nice luau.

But I missed you, Karen.

I'm sorry, Ray.

I'd like it to be like it was,

but it's not.

If I eased up on
my work a little,

if I saw more of you,
could it be like it was?

I don't know.

I haven't known
since... Jeff Cooper.

Anyway, you can't ease
up, and you shouldn't.

Tsk, oh, poor me.

You're trying to doctor the
whole Mexican population,

and Jeff is just
a rolling stone.

I wish he'd keep on rolling.

Or, uh, maybe
it's too late for that.

Did you let Jeff wheel
you back from lunch?

Most of the way.

From now on, let him
wheel you all the way.

Why?

Because you're the
only sailmaker in town.

Is my jib ready?

They're finishing it.

It is too hard work to
sign my name, doctor?

What did you mean by that?

A little joke.

I talked to Jeff.

Will he stay?

I don't know.

Bu... But he can't leave now.

We have all those summer orders.

Yeah, Karen.

The summer orders.

Thank you, Uncle Lars.

Keep trying.

Hey, Jeff, uh...

don't let Lars wheel
himself around.

You push him, okay?

Okay. Eric?

Yes, doctor, I
will watch him too.

Say, where'd you learn
to tie a knot like that?

I don't know, I
just always have.

Did you ever study medicine?

Would I be learning
how to make sails

if I'd studied medicine, doctor?

You would have
made a good surgeon.

Eric, please don't
look at me like that.

I'm sorry.

Well, just don't.

Lars says he's a natural.

We'll bring it out to
your boat tomorrow.

Around 10, okay?

Fine.

See you then. All right.

It's not your last
one, is it, Jeff?

I'm afraid so.

Stay a few more weeks.

Until the regatta's over anyway.

For the summer orders.

All right.

A few more weeks.

Good.

When a man of the
law becomes a hunter,

there is no peace in his heart.

There is no peace in his home.

Oh, Phil, you
can't do this to Flip.

Not again.

He's been rolling sleeping bags,

packing knapsacks,
practicing fly-casting all day.

I'm sorry, Ann. I have to go.

It's my job to go.

Oh, Phil. The
Kimble case is closed.

You've made it
more than your job.

You know it, don't you?

Where is Flip?

In his room. Probably
packing again.

Flip.

Yes, sir?

Um...

We can't go camping.

Not tomorrow.

Why?

Well, because, uh...

I have to go to Los Angeles.

Why?

Um...

well, because a long time ago,

a man broke the law, and, uh...

well, the law is something
like this fishing line.

If it's broken or tangled,

the whole set-up's no good.

Rod, reel, flies.

And, uh...

if somebody tangles it, well,

somebody else
has to untangle it.

Otherwise nothing works at all.

Okay?

I don't care if it worked.

I... just wanted to go fishing.

Yeah, well, we will, Flip.

One of these days we will.

This is KOA marine operator.

I have an emergency
call for Dr. Brooks

aboard the yacht Tranquilizer.

Come in, please.

Hi, Ray.

Okay, Juan, I'll, uh,
meet you at the hospital.

It's freshening up, Ray.

We could sail around Anacapa.

Well, I wish you would.

Shake the jib down
before the race.

But, uh, me, I'm
gonna have a baby.

Oh, Ray, no.

Yeah, see you later.

What happened to Ray?

He had to go to the hospital.

He wants us to
try out the new jib.

I'll call Lars and
tell him we're going.

Thanks, operator.

Lars?

Eric.

Karen?

You're going sailing with Jeff?

Alone?

Where is Ray?

I'll tell him, but I don't
think you should go.

Karen is going sailing
with Jeff in Ray's boat.

Good.

Lay out the reach. Okay?

Alone? That is not right.

They sail the dinghy alone.

I do not think she should sail

in a cabin sloop with him alone.

Why not?

Why not, Eric?

Because what do
we know about him?

He is honest. He works hard.

What else is there?

But do you know what?

What?

Today the doctor said he
tied knots like a surgeon.

What do you think of that?

He has clever fingers. Good.

Well, I think he is
hiding from somebody.

Who?

A wife, maybe.

Nope.

Bill collectors.

Or maybe, uh... Maybe what?

Maybe the police.

You say this...
but you don't know.

This is awful.

An... And from you, Eric.

And once you were
a fugitive yourself,

weren't you?

I was a 12 year old child.

Ja.

A 12 year old child,

that your mama and daddy
had to send away from Oslo,

before the underground
taught you what it is to report

your own people to the Gestapo.

I was a child.

Ja, Eric, and I am sorry.

But suppose I had
not taken you then?

Suppose that.

So I think if he runs
from something,

it is not his fault.

So you will not
make him trouble.

I will do what you say.

I was thinking only of her.

Ja.

Yes, I see how she
looks at this man.

How?

You should've heard
her voice on the phone.

With him she feels
something she cannot help.

And you let her go out in
the channel with him alone.

Now, what can you expect?

What do you think will happen?

What do you think will happen?

She will... She
will... She will what?

What is this dirty
filth from you?

Mustn't make her...
wave goodbye again.

Careful, commodore.
Don't fall in.

Look, over there.

Hey, it's awfully
nice topside today.

I wonder what happened
to the lads in the fo'c's'le.

I heard 'em singing their
chanties a while back.

You don't suppose they
fell in the drink, do you?

Heh, you nut.

Trim the jib.

Okay.

You're a good sailor, Jeff.

Let's enter the dinghy
race on Sunday.

We'll beat everybody, okay?

Okay.

♪ A sailor's wife
His star shall be ♪

♪ See where she stands and
waves Her hand upon the quay ♪

♪ And every day while I'm
away She'll watch for me... ♪

I'm sorry, eh... Lars told me.

Sometimes, Karen, you h...
You have to wave goodbye.

You will in a couple of weeks.

All right, let's head back.

It's such a pretty town, Jeff.

Please don't go.

I love you, Jeff.

I can't stay, Karen.

I can't fall in love.

The yacht Tranquilizer.

Yacht Tranquilizer
from marine operator.

KOA marine operator
calling the yacht Tranquilizer.

Lars had a heart attack.

Oh.

Just his niece for
the present, please.

What happened, Eric?

You ask what happened.

I-it's your fault
as much as mine.

What?

Yes.

Sure, I should
not argue with him.

But why should
you sail with Karen?

Why should you take
advantage of this old man?

Who are you?

I think you are running
from somebody...

Jeff Cooper.

I think maybe I can find out.

I know I can find out.

So start running again.

Because if he dies,
you'll be very sorry.

I'm... going to leave
in a couple of weeks.

Eric.

Why not leave now, okay?

As soon as I see Lars.

Are you leaving?

Yeah. Why not?

Big country. Lot of
opportunity, doctor.

Uh, here there's a rider wanted,

"share expenses to New York."

The artichoke
crops are very heavy

in the Salinas Valley.

The Oregon apple
harvest is very good.

It's a big country.

Why rot in one spot?

Well, I'll have to admit I
won't be sorry to see you go.

But I want you to
know, Jeff, that...

I like you.

Thanks, Ray.

There's, uh, just
one thing, though.

What's that?

I think you're out of your mind.

"One-armed man...

"Assault...

"Assault on a woman.

"The L.A. County Jail."

Jeff.

He'd like to see you.

Now, Eric, remember what I say.

Yes, Lars.

Don't leave her, Jeff.

I'm going to try to stay, Lars.

There's a man I have
to see in the morning...

in Los Angeles.

If he's the right man...

Ja?

If he's the right
man, I'll be back.

And she'll never
have to be alone again.

Oh, no.

I hope you did not
mean that you'll stay.

I meant it, Eric.

I'm gonna try to stay.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are approaching

Los Angeles
International Airport

in the City of the Angels.

Temperature on the
ground is 68 degrees.

We of the crew
would like to thank you

for flying with us,

and we hope you've
had a pleasant trip.

City of the Angels.

Seven million angels.

Tsk, all shootin'
for the big jackpot.

Hm.

One hundred more
drive out here every day.

Every day.

More people, more
cars, more smog.

Me? I travel.

I tell everybody, sounds
good, City of the Angels,

but you go out there,

and you might not
find what you're after.

I'll find what I'm after.

Somewhere.

You are going.

I have to see somebody
in the L.A. County Jail.

County jail?

If he's the right
man, I'll be back.

And if he's not, I'll
have to move on.

That's all that I can tell you.

That's all that you can tell me?

That's all.

You taking the bus?

Yeah.

Can I drive you to the station?

No, stay here, Karen.

Please.

Okay, come on.

Jeff.

What?

When you get to that door...

I know.

The Hall of Justice,
Los Angeles County.

Courtrooms,
Sheriff's headquarters,

detective bureau.

And the county jail.

Even on a Saturday it
swarms with deputies.

But on Saturdays
come the families

of the prisoners too.

Richard Kimble has learned
to be a face in the crowd.

Anything in his
trial, lieutenant?

No, nothing.

He's just a one-armed man

who likes to beat
up women, that's all.

I'd like to look
at his rap sheet

before I talk to him.

Well, see the watch
commander, third floor.

All right. Thanks.

Thirteenth floor.
Visitor's screener room.

Over there.

Clem Palmer.

A relative?

Uh, he... He's an
old army buddy.

If he's the right fella. Huh.

Uh, get Clem Palmer out of 10A2.

Okay.

Right over there.

Well, he wasn't in jail in 1960.

I guess we'd
better have our talk.

All right, lieutenant.

You want to go up to the
attorney's visiting room?

It's on the tenth floor.

Give this note to the sergeant.

Thanks.

Okay, Palmer.

Who's for Palmer?

Who's for Palmer?

Me.

I've never seen you.
What do you want?

I thought I knew
you from the Army.

When in the Army?

Nineteen sixty.

Nineteen sixty, huh?

Yeah.

Don't give me that. You're heat.

You're some kind of bull.

Why ain't we down in the
attorney's visiting room,

if you're some kind of bull?

I'm not.

I'll tell you where
I was in 1960,

you wanna know?

Got a light?

Over here.

Let him light his own.

With one arm?

In 1960, bull,

I was in the
neuropsychiatric ward

of the VA Hospital on Sepulveda.

You wanna check,
my doc's name...

No, it...

Doesn't matter.
You're not the man.

It doesn't matter.

Tenth floor.

Any weapons, lieutenant?

Oh, excuse me, lieutenant.

Tenth floor.

Kimble. Kimble!

There's a fugitive
on that elevator.

Open this gate.

Your daddy's there
because he made a mistake.

I had to drive down...

Don't be seen with me.

Jeff.

My car's just down the street.

What's wrong?

Keep away from me.

Paper.

Paper?

Paper.

Paper.

Paper.

Paper.

Paper, mister?

Did this man come out of there?

Yeah.

He went on that bus.

There's a fugitive on that bus.

Yeah, lieutenant,
but I got prisoners.

Bring 'em along.

Hey, go, man, go.

I'm gonna get off this
bus at the next stop.

I want you to stay on.

You understand?

It was the wrong man?

Yeah.

It's an MTA bus outbound
on the Hollywood Freeway.

Hey, man, don't go so fast.

Well, I'm a citizen, and
you're makin' me nervous.

Hey, not me, man.

Hey, come on, code three, huh?

Hey, peel rubber, huh?

You've got to leave, Karen.

We'll go get my car, and
then we're going home.

My bag's at the bus station.

So, what did you tell him?

I told him I was in
the VA psycho ward

on Sepulveda all of '60.

And I was too, bull.

Then he lit me a butt and split.

I see.

Well...

Oh, he, uh, didn't leave
you the match book, did he?

No, sir.

No, could have had a gun in it.

Okay.

Uh, you wouldn't know
what he did with the match?

Oh.

Sails.

Working in a yacht club?

A boat broker?

Used to spend his
summers sailing in Maine.

What else?

A sailmaker.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

So I filed off the handcuffs,

and I've been
running ever since.

What's wrong, Jeff?

Oh.

When you're running you...

You always wonder if
they'll be able to trace you

with something
you've left behind.

Toothbrush in a hotel room,

stub of a train ticket.

A... burnt out match.

And it, uh, usually
turns out to be nothing

except your imagination.

I'm tired of running, Karen,

I'm awfully tired.

Don't run.

I know now. I can help.

People here already like you,

and you don't have
to meet anybody new,

working in the loft.

What about Eric?

Oh, I can handle Eric.

No.

Gerard.

Ah, he's never gonna quit.

He knows I'm on this coast.

I'll have to keep
moving fast and far.

Have to stay ahead of him.

Or do I?

He knows I've always traveled

in jumps before.

Suppose this time I didn't?

Suppose I stayed?

Please?

All right.

And maybe...

What?

Maybe we won't
have to wave goodbye.

Richard Kimble has seen
the eyes of the hunter.

He knows that for Gerard
the chase will never end.

But his bones ache from running,

and he needs the love of a girl.

For sanctuary
he will risk a trap.

For in the long, long chase,

he has lost everything but hope.