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ANNOUNCER: Next:

[ANNOUNCER READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

Mr. Sanders.

What's going on?

My hand.

[MARCIA GASPS]

Come on. Come on.

Well, hello again.

Have you seen our friend?

Who is our friend?

Ed Sanders.

He was just reported
trying to leave the grounds.

Oh?

Well, why ask me about him?

Well, I figure he only knows
two people here. You and me.

Me, he's running from.

You're nice to run into.

Have you seen him?

Now, really, Mr. Dawes. Ha, ha.

- Look, Miss Stone...
- Now why would he wanna see me?

It's important that I find him.

MARCIA: What happened?

DAWES: Miss Stone, it's
very important that I find him.

It's a police matter.

[NARRATOR READS 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:

Lois Nettleton, Ossie Davis

and special guest
star, Howard Da Silva.

[ANNOUNCER READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

NARRATOR: For a fugitive,

there must be a weariness
in even the simplest chore.

An extra sense, sharpened
by the two-fold chase.

The fugitive hunted,
and the fugitive hunting.

Oh!

[LAUGHS]

KIMBLE: Sorry.
- Well... Oh, that's all right.

Maybe it's destiny.

[UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Officer, I just
saw a pickpocket.

- Where?
- Over there.

Bumped into a woman
and took her wallet.

- Can you point him out?
- Had dark hair and a brown jacket.

No, I don't see him.

She's gone too.

A brown tweed jacket?

Yeah. Brown tweed.

Thanks. We'll keep
a lookout for him.

[UPBEAT ROCK MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Hey.

I'm sorry.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

MARCIA: And is this your first
visit to the show, Mr. Patterson?

Yes, ma'am. I'm from
Texas, visiting relatives.

Oh, you're a long way from home.

Ha, ha. Yes, ma'am.

Uh, this ABF,

- uh, that's a Texas
company MARCIA: Uh-huh.

And I'm, uh, thinking
of buying into it.

Well, I'm sure
you won't regret it.

HARRISON: No, ma'am.

- I've been studying its growth...
- Well, now, we'll just play this back.

I'm sure you'll be pleased with
our home video tape recorder.

There we go.

MARCIA: And is this your first
visit to the show, Mr. Patterson?

Yes, ma'am.

Uh, I'm from Texas,
visiting relatives.

MARCIA: You're a long way from
home. HARRISON: Ha, ha. Yes, ma'am.

Uh, this ABF,

- that's a Texas company
MARCIA: Uh-huh.

HARRISON: and, uh, I'm
thinking of buying into it.

MARCIA: Well, I'm
sure you won't regret it.

No, ma'am. I've been
studying its progress...

- There we are.
- Now, if that don't beat everything.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Patterson, it's
been a pleasure talking with you.

Yes, ma'am. I...

How do you do, sir?

- How do you do?
- Ha, ha.

Well, thank you, Mr., uh...

- Sanders. Ed Sanders.
- Ah.

It's all there.

Oh. Heh.

I'm sorry. Of course.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet
an honest man, Mr. Sanders.

Thank you.

I'm trying to think
of a suitable reward.

It's not necessary.

You know, when I missed it, I
did think for a moment that, uh...

But then I said to
myself, "No, he couldn't."

But why he couldn't or isn't, or
what he is, or what anybody is?

Well, you have to take people
at face value, don't you think?

Suspicion is a very dark corner.

On the other hand,
I misplace things.

So I thought maybe
that's what happened.

So I reported it to
the lost and found.

How did you know
where to find me?

The number on
the badge, 122 ABF.

Oh, that's right.

Well, I'm not just number 122.

I'm also Marcia Stone.

Nice meeting you, Marcia.

Uh, please stay.

We have a fine exhibit.

And my job is demonstrating our
handy little home video tape recorder.

- No, thank you.
- Oh.

Well, most people are curious
about the way they look and sound.

Well, I guess I'm just not.

Uh, well, would you...? Wouldn't you
like to at least, um, look at our display?

Some other time. Thank you.

Sir.

I wanna talk to you?

Hey, you.

Stop that man.

Now, hold it, everybody.

Just hold it.

Get an ambulance.

MAN [ON PA]: All guards' alert.

Pickpocket on the grounds.

Male Caucasian,
35, about 6 foot,

torn brown tweed
jacket and cut hand.

May be dangerous.
Approach with caution.

Security guards,
block all exits.

Repeat. Pickpocket,
male Caucasian, 35,

about 6 foot, torn brown
tweed jacket and cut hand.

May be dangerous.
Approach with caution.

DAWES: No sign of him.
- Him.

He did it.

He shot Stuart. Killed him.

GAINES: Take it easy, kid.

We're looking into it.

- Hi, Pete.
- Johnny.

We lost the pickpocket, chief.

Checked everywhere.

Well, if he hasn't gotten away
in the past hour, he won't now.

The ground's covered
tighter than a drum.

The same thing
applies to the hotel.

My people are making
a lot of trouble about this.

Pete, the boy said you
fired without warning.

That's not true, Johnny.

I yelled to the kid to hold it, but
he reached for his back pocket.

You heard me, Ben.

BEN: Hmm?

No. No, I didn't, Pete.

Uh, I must have
come in right after that.

I was chasing the pickpocket.

You came in shooting.

You punks, you got
no right to be here.

Pete.

No weapon was found on the body.

That's right. That's right.

We had nothing.

Johnny, that's not true.

I tell you he reached for
his back pocket like this.

I thought... Well,
what could I think?

But I didn't shoot to kill.

I have a witness. Ben?

I didn't see the shooting.

I mean, the man I was chasing.

Oh, well, yeah, I saw
someone, all right, but, uh...

Gee, everything
went so fast that...

Well, I couldn't
identify him, Pete.

That's the pickpocket.
He's my witness.

Not until he shows, he isn't.

Johnny, you know me.

I've got a good
record. I retired clean.

I know that, Pete.

I'll not forget it.

Well,

I guess we'd better move
this down to the station.

Sorry, Pete.

Until this thing is resolved,
you know the rules.

I didn't shoot to kill.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

I got nothing to say. I'm a
minor and I know my rights.

Just tell the story you
told in the basement.

You'll have a chance to
read it before you sign it.

No, sir. Not until I
talk to my lawyer.

Too much television.

We've contacted your parents.

Do they have to come here?

You're a minor.

They're responsible for you.

What about him?
You gonna hold him?

He killed somebody.

He's already made a statement.

Mr. Dawes will look out for
himself, you look out for you.

If they're coming, they're coming.
There's nothing I can do about it

and I'm not gonna say
a word till they get here.

[SIGHS]

[GAINES SIGHS]

I'm in trouble, but good.

You know the routine.

Coroner's inquest.

With more than the
usual amount of noise

because it's an ex-cop
involved with a minor.

[DAWES SIGHS]

I didn't shoot to kill.

You got to believe that, Johnny.

Suppose I do believe it.
What difference will it make?

It's still homicide.

What kind?

We'll have to wait and find out.

Can I ask you a favor?

Sure, Pete.

Anything within reason,
but not any more than...

I'd like to get a line
on the pickpocket.

He might have a record.

The files would
tell me who he is.

You're wasting your time.

My time to waste.

And I might end up
with an awful lot of it.

Okay.

You know where the files are.

Thanks, Johnny.

Pete.

I have to do this by the book

just like you would have to.

Hey. Where is he going?

If you're not gonna
hold him, why hold me?

He killed somebody. I didn't.

All right, kid.

Now,

one more time,

what were you and your buddy doing
down in that basement storeroom?

Any luck?

Yeah. Bad.

No. It's worse than that.

It's lousy.

This report just came in.

The woman's purse wasn't stolen.

"Marcia Stone, ABF
Electronics, purse returned."

So your witness
wasn't a pickpocket.

- He's still my witness.
- Not until he shows.

What was he running for if
he wasn't afraid of anything?

Well, some people are
scared when they see a uniform.

Yeah.

Pete,

I hope you find him.

Otherwise it don't look good.

Telling me. Manslaughter.

You're a good cop, Johnny.

I'll always be happy to
have been part of that.

- Wait a minute.
- You find something?

Uh... Oh. Looked
a little bit like him.

Well, is it?

No. No, it's not him.

Pete, in here,
they all look alike.

But I don't understand.

I didn't report my
wallet to the police.

Your lost and found did.

When Mr. Sanders, you
said his name was, returned it,

did you talk with him?

I thanked him and that was it.

Did he say anything,
anything about himself, I mean?

No, why should he?

Did you demonstrate
this gadget to him?

I started to, but he stopped me.

Did you get anything on tape?

I might have.

- Would you show it to me, please?
- Mm-hm.

Um, let me see. That was,
uh, just before noon, wasn't it?

Let's see how good I am.

No, ma'am, I've been, uh,
studying its progress and I...

Hold it.

That's him.

Are you sure that's the man
who returned the wallet to you?

Yes, sir.

Is there anything else you
can remember about him?

Oh. I don't know
any more to tell you.

Is he in trouble?

If you see him again, get in touch
with Jim Boles, the hotel detective.

He'll know where to find me.

Sir.

You can't leave the grounds this way.
You'll have to go to the main entrance.

Thank you.

Sir?

Let me see your hand.

No, the other one.

[GRUNTS]

Rear-gate entrance.
Get me the chief.

Mr. Sanders.

What's going on?

My hand.

[MARCIA GASPS]

Come on. Come on.

Well, hello again.

Have you seen our friend?

Who is our friend?

Ed Sanders.

Really, Mr. Dawes, I only
talked to you a little while ago.

I mean, since.

He was just reported
trying to leave the grounds.

Oh?

Well, why ask me about him?

Well, I figure he only knows
two people here. You and me.

Me, he's running from.

You're nice to run into.

Have you seen him?

Now, really, Mr. Dawes. Ha, ha.

- Look, Miss Stone...
- Now, why would he wanna see me?

It's important that I find him.

MARCIA: What happened?

DAWES: He knows.

You're being very mysterious.

Miss Stone, it's very
important that I find him.

It's a police matter.

Have you seen him?

I'll tell you where I'm hiding him,
if you tell me why you want him.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to
come on like gangbusters.

Is there anything else you know
about him you haven't told me?

No.

- Miss Stone?
- Oh, excuse me.

How do you do?

Uh, would you be
interested in a demonstration

of our home video viewer?

Excuse me.

Come with me.

- Where?
- You wanna debate?

I hid you and I lied
for you, now come on.

You'll be safe
here, Mr. Sanders.

I don't have any etchings.

Relax.

My home away from home.

I live too far away to commute
so the show put me up here.

Let me see your hand.

[MARCIA GASPS]

You need a fresh bandage.

This one will give you lockjaw
or gangrene or something.

Uh, pour yourself a
drink, Mr. Sanders.

One for me too.

I've only got a few minutes
before they'll start missing me.

Why are you helping me?

Don't get the wrong
idea, Mr. Sanders.

You returned my wallet. It
had two weeks' salary in it.

I'm a working girl
living dollar to dollar.

Losing it could be a disaster.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You know why the police want me?

You don't owe me
the story of your life.

You're not curious?

Sure.

Then I'll break your heart
with the story of my life.

There.

Well, I've gotta get back to Abel,
Barker and Frawley Electronics.

Be comfortable.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Excuse me, miss.
We're looking for a man...

Oh, well, ha, ha. So am I.

If you find any spare ones.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Ha, ha.

[MARCIA CHUCKLES]

Uh... Don't take that.

I was just gonna
have it repaired.

It's not necessary.

I can fix it if you'll give
me a needle and thread.

You'll never manage
with that hand.

Let me do it when I
get back from work.

Why don't you just
lie down and rest?

You really shouldn't try
to leave before tonight.

Two people.

Well, see, I'll walk
out with you and...

Two people walking hand in hand,

when they're
looking for only one.

You still ought to let
me take your jacket.

I know a very fine tailor who...

Two boys out on a lark.

Is that a reason to kill one?

It was hardly a lark, Mrs.
Lee. Your son and his friend

were found doing what
they had no business doing.

Go on. Stick together. Defend that
man just because he's a policeman.

He deliberately killed a boy.

He should be
charged with murder.

My wife's upset, Mr. Gaines.

So am I.

But I do understand
that you have a job to do.

Oh, Victor. For heaven's sakes.

- It's our son who's being persecuted...
- Please, Martha.

The boy's not in chains, his
mother and father are here

and we're waiting
for the attorney.

I'm also here for Mrs. Sanger.

She's a widow.

I don't always like
my job, Mr. Lee,

there are some times
I like it even less.

May I have just a few
moments alone with my son?

Gary, whatever made
you get into this mess?

It wasn't my fault.

Believe me.

If possible,

it's even worse this morning
than it was yesterday.

Dead boy's mother is a widow, both
boys never been in trouble before.

Wait till the papers
get ahold of that.

I didn't sleep
last night either.

The coroner's
inquest is tomorrow.

If you can't produce
your witness by then...

I know.

You're out on your
own cognizance, Pete.

But I can't guarantee
it after the inquest.

If charges are filed...

Johnny,

not if, old friend, when.

Good luck.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Nope.

I haven't seen
anybody like that.

[DAWES SIGHS]

You're sure you didn't see him?

Mister, I'm sure, I'm not sure,

I get a lot of transient
trade from the hotel.

Their shop is very
expensive, you know.

A few extra steps
and I'm a lot cheaper.

And believe me, I do good work.

It's a torn brown jacket.

The left sleeve. He could
have left it here for repair.

It didn't happen.
But tears. Ha, ha.

I get all kinds: sleeves,
buttons, pockets.

But I'd remember if a man brought
in a brown jacket with a torn...

Hold it up.

Excuse me.

You said a... You said a man.

It was a woman who
brought this in yesterday.

A beautiful woman.

Did she leave her name?

Stone. The hotel.

How soon will she
pick it up, do you think?

From now on.

Thank you.

MAN [ON RADIO]: The
political pot continues...

- You didn't have much breakfast.
- I'll eat later.

Ordering two would
have been suspicious.

- How is your hand?
- Oh, it's fine.

Police continue their search
for an unidentified witness

to the killing of
Stuart Sanger, 18.

The witness is described
as about 35, dark hair.

When last seen on
the hotel grounds,

the left sleeve of his
brown tweed jacket was torn.

His hand was also
described as cut,

but the wound is not
believed to be serious.

The police hope that
he will come forward.

On the local weather front...

[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO]

You're not annoyed with
me for taking your jacket out?

No, things look
much better today.

It's terrible about that boy.

Dawes wants me
to testify for him.

Dawes shot him?

- Didn't he tell you?
- No.

He was just asking for you and
being a little mysterious about it.

Is he in trouble because of it?

Yeah, I think so.

[SIGHS]

Why you do what you
do is your own business.

Some people don't
like to get involved.

You do.

That's me.

You're you.

You're funny.

You don't care to
know why I won't testify.

I'm dying to know.

But 24 hours isn't
a lifetime hold.

You don't say
much about yourself.

Well, you're
better off out of it.

Well, I'll go get your
jacket and report to work.

You'll be leaving then?

Yes.

I'll be right back.

[MARCIA CHUCKLES]

Good as new.

- I wanna thank you once again...
- Please.

Uh, I'm sorry.

No goodbyes.

I mean...

Don't think of me as just kind.

If you ever think of me again.

No, don't say anything.

I'll leave first. You wait a
few minutes and then go.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Good luck.

- What...? What are you doing?
- Open the door.

Let... What do you think
you're doing? What...?

- Let go of me or I'll scream!
- Keep your voice down.

Mr. Dawes, I will not
let you into my room.

Beat it or I'll pull you in
for harboring and hustling.

Give me back my key.

Jim Boles, please. Quickly.

Yeah, all right, Pete.

Look, Pete, the only way that
he can get out is through the lobby

and the only way he can get to the
lobby is through the pool area past me

and he's not gonna get past me.

Now, if I see him...

- Hold it.
- Stall him.

Whatever you do, don't let
him get away. I'll be right down.

- Sir. Good morning, sir.
- Yeah, good morning.

Excuse me sir, but
could I help you?

I don't think so.

Well, you seemed a little lost.

The hotel grounds are rather
spacious, it's easy to get lost.

- I'm just fine, thank you.
- I'm, uh, delighted to hear that.

We get nothing but
complaints all day and all night.

People wandering into
the wrong bungalows.

Oh, you'd be surprised at
what actually does go on.

Now, I can remember
one time, Mr., uh...

I didn't get your name.

Sanders.

Oh.

Mr. Sanders.

Well, I remember one time...

I'm very busy.

Oh, just, uh, passing
through the pool area.

I'm trying to.

Pete, he's all yours.

Thanks, Jim.

I wanna talk to you.

But I don't wanna talk to you.

I think maybe you'd better.

You're not the police.
You can't hold me.

All I want is a quiet talk.

Or would you rather make a
complaint about me to the police?

There's a quiet spot over there.

After you.

You're a hard man
to catch up with.

You caught up.

And you know what
I want from you.

What do you want?

Now, don't get fancy with me.

You're in deep trouble
unless you testify for me.

Unless you tell
exactly what you saw.

Well, maybe I didn't
see what you think I saw.

Then you'll lie.

- Why should I?
- Because I'm innocent.

Does that surprise
you, Dr. Kimble?

That a man be accused
and still be innocent?

I think you've made a mistake.

No, Dr. Kimble. I'm trying
to save you from making one.

This can go one of two ways.

We haven't got much time.

Now, which will it be?

All right. You know who I am,

you know I can't afford to
get on that stand to testify.

You can't afford not to.

- Blackmail?
- That's not a word I'd use.

All I'm asking you
to do is testify for me.

And either way, I lose.

Not if I put this
card back in the files.

We help each other.

Now, what do you say?

So far, it's all on your side.

You know what I'm facing.

Who? Ed Sanders? What did he do?

[SIGHS]

You think I'll turn you in
after you testify for me?

- You could.
- I wouldn't.

You'll just have to
take my word for that.

It's still all my risk.

Look, you haven't
got much choice.

Now if you...

This is wrong.

I don't wanna threaten you.

I'm innocent.

I didn't gun that
kid down for kicks.

I'm innocent too or
don't you believe that?

Maybe yesterday I wouldn't have.

Since then, I've had a short,
hard lesson in what could happen.

And if I want you to take my word,
I guess I'll just have to take yours.

All I want is the truth.

I mean it, just the truth.

If you really believe that
I coldly killed that boy,

I'll let you walk out
and keep walking.

Now, things are a lot different
than when they started.

I meant what I just said.

Look,

I'm tossing my life in your lap.

How do I get through to you?

You just did.

The boy made a move.

A definite move
to his back pocket

after Mr. Dawes
warned him not to move.

That's not true.

It just isn't true.

Mr. Sanders.

Would you say that the move
the boy made was threatening?

It looked that way.

MARTHA: Victor?

How do we know that this
Mr. Sanders isn't a hired witness?

Where was he yesterday?

- The police are not above this.
- Please, Martha.

I'm sorry, lieutenant.

This has been quite
a shock to both of us.

Lieutenant, will
this go to trial?

Not if Mr. Dawes is not charged.

If your son corroborates
Mr. Sanders, it won't.

It can probably be held
to a juvenile hearing.

Victor, you're
agreeing to blackmail.

It's this man's word
against our boy's.

Our boy's a thief, Martha.

So I can't be surprised
if he'd lie as well.

Dad.

He's a killer, I'm not.

It wasn't my fault that he comes
down there and shoots Stu.

VICTOR: Stuart is dead.

Whatever happens to Mr. Dawes
doesn't alter the mess that you're in.

Mr. Sanders,

have we met before?

I don't think so.

I want you to
listen to me, Gary.

I want the truth.

If you believe that both
these men are lying, fine.

I'll back you up on that.

On the other matter, you'll
have to take your lumps.

And your mother and I will
take them along with you.

God help us, we're
responsible for you.

But the truth.

MARTHA: Victor, please.

If you're lying, your best friend is
dead, a man could go to jail for murder.

Murder. That's what
we're talking about.

It's beyond your problem.

Our problem.

Do you understand
what I'm telling you?

I told you, Dad, that... Well...

Well, what?

Say it.

Mean it.

Dad.

Did Stuart go for
his back pocket?

Yes or no.

Well...

Is this man lying?

No.

Louder.

No.

He's not lying.

Father, I'm sorry.

[SOBBING]

Thanks, Mr. Sanders.

I'm sorry for any inconvenience
we might have caused you.

[DOOR OPENS]

What are you doing here?

- Is everything all right?
- It's just fine.

I... I followed Mr. Dawes.

When he brought
you here, I thought...

Johnny, I told you
I checked the files.

I'll double-check.

Mr. Sanders.

Just another moment, please.

Hold him.

I'm sorry.

We made a deal.

I didn't tell him anything.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

Frank Finlay, second story man.

If you were 3 inches shorter and
10 years older, you could be him.

Sorry, again.

I appreciate your
coming forward.

I'll always be grateful.

Well, this wrapped up clean.

Congratulations, Pete.

What for? For
being a lousy shot?

Well, another farewell scene.

Don't you hate them?

I don't like this one.

I can't coax you to stay?

Ha, ha. I'm shameless.

I'm not the man.

He must be somewhere.

Whatever you're running from

or searching for

good luck.

NARRATOR: A fugitive moves on.

Through anguished tunnels of time,
down dim streets, into dark corners.

And each new day
offers fear and frustration,

tastes of honey and hemlock.

But if there is hazard,
there is also hope.