All language subtitles for The Fugitive 2x09

Is something wrong,
Miss Ruskin?

Here, get dressed.

What's this?

Don't ask questions.

Well, what is this?
Do you know who I--?

You're Dr. Richard Kimble.

You're convicted of murder

and they're coming to get you
right away.

Murder? Who?

Your wife.

( dramatic theme playing )

I killed my wife?

Look, doctor,
if I thought you were guilty

I wouldn't be here
right now.

Doctor Towne was right.

Will you listen to me?

If they catch you
they'll execute you.

They'll kill you.
Do you understand?

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 trainwreck

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:

Betty Garrett,

Ivan Dixon.

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.

ANNOUNCER:

( dramatic theme playing )

NARRATOR:
Another stopping place at
the end of another road.

If your name is Richard Kimble,

you're guilty of escape
and flight.

You have no future unless
you can find the past;

the night of September 17,
two years ago.

You saw the man who
killed your wife that night.

The face was there
for only a moment.

You'll never forget it.

And you keep looking.

Today a truck driver mentions
a one-armed man in Decatur.

( tires screech )

The description fits.

Coffee, mister?
Please.

I didn't hear you pull up.

I didn't.

Say, uh,

I'm looking for
an old acquaintance of mine.

I heard that he might be working
somewhere in Decatur.

In a restaurant.

You call this a restaurant?

Well, you'd remember
this fellow.

He has one arm missing.

WOMAN:
Marty.

Might ask the wife.
She never forgets anybody.

Fire, Marty! Fire!

( dramatic theme playing )

Shut down the main valve!
I'll get the fire extinguisher!

Well, he wouldn't be
alive at all

if the other fellow hadn't
dragged him outta there.

What's his name?

I don't know.

Miss Proctor?

Barlow.
Frank Barlow.

Omaha, Nebraska.

Well, you better see that
his family is notified.

These were her things.

Not even a thank you.

Why should he?
His daughter is dead.

Oh, yeah, but you
stuck your neck out for her.

Frank Barlow.

We were having trouble
locating the family.

The address is wrong
so we're passing the buck

to Social Services.

Why don't you wait till he
regains consciousness

then he can fill us in
himself.

Mm, he's awake already,
but, uh, well...

It's too bad.
He's a dreamy-looking guy too.

You still have trouble
hearing?

Vision still blurred?

I feel dizzy.

DOCTOR:
Like motion sickness?

What's your name?

I don't know.

Do you remember
what happened to you?

Explosion.

Where'd it happen?

I don't remember.

Are you married?

I don't remember.

Do you remember
Omaha, Nebraska?

I can't think.

What's the matter with me?

What's eight plus four?

Twelve.

What's your name?

I...

There's nothing to be
afraid of.

Just a temporary loss
of memory.

Usually corrects itself
within a few days.

I'm Dr. Bloch.
This is Dr. Towne.

He's our neuropsychiatry
specialist.

You're in good hands.

TOWNE:
You've suffered a
traumatic injury.

BLOCH:
Big bump on the head.

Yes. Abnormal pressure
on the brain,

internal bleeding in
the cranial cavity.

You have a cut
right here.

He-- Hematoma.

Yes, a subdural hematoma.

Also both eardrums
have been ruptured.

You know my name?

Barlow.

Frank Barlow.

Frank Barlow.

Thank you. I--

I'll try to remember.

You have no
social security record of him?

Yes, Frank Barlow.

Strange.

All right, uh,
try David Merrill.

That's a name I found on a
driver's license in his pocket.

Yes.

No, the labels in
his clothing

come from stores
all over the country.

That's right.

Yeah, thank you.

Oh, Miss Ruskin,
Sergeant Lascoe's here about

that Frank Barlow thing.

There's something
I want to say first.

I was sorry about
that girl.

Of course.

Did you apologize to
her father too?

People always think it's--
It's personal with the police.

Always get sore.

Isn't there something personal
about a child's life?

She was only 18.

Let's drop this, shall we?

The sergeant had no choice.

Neither did the doctor.

He had to make that
report.

You reported her?

Of course I did.

Lady, the law says a doctor's
gotta report an addict.

Thank you.
I know the rules.

Yes, knows the rules but usually
obeys her sentiments,

which are very active.

Isn't there something wrong

with rules that drive
a girl to suicide?

When you are ready,
Miss Ruskin,

we'll forget about
that case

and go on to
the next one.

Dr. Towne,

you're a very unusual man.

Hitchhiker.

Known as Frank Barlow.

Male, Caucasian,
American.

There's nothing here
I haven't reported to

the Missing Persons Bureau.

See for yourself.

Any, uh-- Any chance of

getting his fingerprints
tonight?

Well, I'll check with
Dr. Bloch.

His hands were
rather badly burned.

( dramatic theme playing )

Feeling better,
Mr. Barlow?

I'm feeling much better,
thank you.

May I sit down?

I have permission to ask
some more silly questions.

Well, if you don't mind
silly answers...

Silly doesn't bother me.

Clever answers do.

Clever answers?

Mr. Barlow,
I'm a welfare worker.

I'm not a detective
or a reformer.

All I'm supposed to do is
investigate your case

and determine
financial responsibility.

Why the lecture?

'Cause I can't help feeling

that you're hiding something.

You mean to think
I'm faking all this?

Oh, you can't.
Not for long.

Dr. Towne is too wise
and too thorough.

Well, you tell Dr. Towne,
or whoever it is,

that I accept
financial responsibility

for all this.

That I, personally,
will work the rest of my life

to pay off this bill

if somebody will just
get me out of this trap.

Look, lady,
I don't know who I am.

What about Frank Barlow?

That's a name
a doctor gave me.

David Merrill?

You had Frank Barlow
in your wallet,

David Merrill
in your driver's license.

I've got
"Decatur General Hospital"

inside my bathrobe.

What does that mean?

I checked out David Merrill
on E Street in Las Vegas,

and there is no such address.

That's fine.

You just keep finding out
who I'm not.

That ought to keep you busy
for a while.

( dramatic theme playing )

I'm sorry.
Let me help you.

You shouldn't be walking
by yourself.

( door closes )

( ominous theme playing )

What is it?
You know him?

Do you remember something?

Nurse. Nurse.

( dramatic theme playing )

Mr. Barlow,

uh, Dr. Bloch has given
Sgt. Lascoe your permission

to get some fingerprints
from you.

Any dizziness since
yesterday?

I wasn't dizzy, doctor.

I just

passed out.

Still can't find any family
for you, Barlow.

I mean, I guess it's Barlow.

Nothing seems to check out.

Dr. Bloch said
the left hand only.

Actually, we've got two
pretty good chances.

If you ever did time
in the army

or if you ever did time
in jail.

Either way we'll be able to
pin it down inside 48 hours.

May I have your clipboard
please?

Yes.
Excuse me.

Yep, you're nobody

or you're somebody.

Maybe a hitchhiker

Maybe one of those famous
lost millionaires.

A lot of people
get disappointed though.

Not too many turn out to be
millionaires.

LASCOE:
Did I hurt you?

No. no.

Relax.

Just relax.
I'll be careful.

Ugh.

I better just try the thumb
and the middle finger.

Those others look
pretty sore.

All right. Relax.

I must be nervous about
the million dollars.

( chuckles )

( dramatic theme playing )

Had you ever seen him
before that night?

No, never.

Well, what did he
talk about?

Was there any
conversation?

Well, he, um,
had some coffee

and, uh, let's see now--

Oh, yeah.

H-he was looking for
some friend of his.

Someone here? In Decatur?

Well, that's what he thought.

Yeah, someone working in
a restaurant.

I recollect that
handed me a laugh.

Ooh.

Did he tell you the name
of his friend?

No, uh,

he said it was a fella with
one arm cut off,

but, uh, we never did
get around to names.

Well...

Well, I guess that's all.

Thank you.

It's very helpful.

( dramatic theme playing )

Oh, the employment center
sent these over for you.

"Handicapped."

"Amputees...kitchen help."

Eight in the past month.

If anyone asks you,

I'm taking
the rest of the day off.

You?

( sarcastically ):
Well, that's a new one.

( coughing )

Oh, Miss.

Yes.

Where would I find
Miss Ruskin's office?

Oh, well, Miss Ruskin
is gone for the day,

but perhaps I
could help you.

I'm her assistant.

( coughing continues )

Nurse!

Nurse!

What are you doing?

This man is hemorrhaging.

Get me a half cc of morphine,
and hurry up.

Dr. Bloch!

Dr. Bloch!

Hemorrhage.
Get me a half cc of morphine.

( ominous theme playing )

Nice work, doctor.

Miss Proctor, the nurse,
tells me you were quick,

efficient, and right.

Yeah, I was.

Why do you suppose
a doctor--

And apparently a good one.

--would be thumbing his way
across the country?

No friends looking for him.
No relatives.

( sighs )

We only think I'm a doctor.
We know you are.

What do you suggest?

You sure you want that?

Yeah, I'm sure.

All right.

I think your mind is hiding
something from you.

I think you don't want to
remember who you are.

You don't want to be
that person any longer.

You might even have been
subconsciously seeking

an accident

A mechanism that would drop
a curtain over a memory

too horrible for
your conscience.

A blow on the head.

Escape into blackness.

Actually self-inflicted.

Except this is no escape,
doctor.

It's like being at
the bottom of a well.

Yes, and you're fighting it.

So you're going to
come out of it someday.

You'll be a lot better off to
come out of it under control.

Your control?

Yes, why not?

Why do you take all of
this interest, doctor?

Is it curiosity or does it come
under the heading of research?

Why, both.

I might even present
a paper.

That's what I am
to you?

A statistic for
a medical report?

Doctor--
No, no.

Maybe I'm not a doctor.

Maybe I'm--

( sighs )

--an ambulance driver.

All right.

A doctor, any doctor,

spends a long time learning
the rules of nature

and what happens when
those rules are broken.

Now that was eight years
for me,

and I scrubbed floors.

Now, I'm good at what I do.

In fact, I'm the best.
I have to be.

Now suppose I let you become
a person in my life,

and suppose later on I found out
that you were a doctor.

A doctor who blew it.

The rules say that I would
naturally despise you,

and that I'd probably somehow,
subconsciously,

try to bust your bucket.

Well, now, I don't want
to do that.

So I don't care about
the person.

Is that clear?

I wonder if...

You wonder what?

If I ever felt the same way?

No.

No, I'd say you felt sorry
for someone.

An illegal operation, perhaps,

or a mercy killing.

Something that also broke
the laws of man.

( sighs )

What do you want me to do?

Well, I could stimulate
your memory.

Force the curtain back.

With drugs?

Pentothal, for example.

All right.

You're willing?

Yes.

All right.

( dramatic theme playing )

Excuse me.

You have a Mr. Johnson
employed here?

A Fred Johnson?

Disabled.

Dishwasher.

Hurry it up, miss,
we're busy.

( ominous theme playing )

My name is Ruskin.

From the Social Welfare
Bureau.

We have an amnesia victim at
the hospital.

Your headache's gone.

You'll be able to
talk to me now.

Your mind is free.
No restraints.

Memories will begin
to come back.

You're the eighth person
I've seen today.

The last possibility.

Would you just look at
this picture?

( dramatic theme playing )

No, I don't know the guy.

All right.

Thank you.

Maybe you can remember
your father's name.

John.

Your mother's name?

Elizabeth.

Your name?

Your name?

Dick.

Dick.

Good, Richard.

We're getting somewhere now.

Richard.

Dr. Richard...?

The last name, Richard.

You know it.

All right.
All right, Richard.

Are you married?

( speaks indistinctly )

Is there a girl?
Your wife?

Yes.

No, I--

I mean no.

Well, which is it, Richard?

Yes or no?

No.

You were married?

Yes.

Did she die?

Richard,
did your wife die?

All right.
All right, easy.

Easy, Richard.

Relax.

That's it.

Are there any children?

Do you have a daughter, son?

None. N-nothing. No.

All right. No children.

I--

I wanted to...adopt.

I wanted to adopt children.

I-I wanted to have
other people's children.

My ownchild.

Richard, are you
a pediatrician?

Yes.

Yes, so you see, doc.

( speaks indistinctly )

My own child.

Discuss it.

I-I-- I didn't say
anything about divorce, Helen.

I said child.

I-- Had an interest
in adopt--

It's all right.
It's all right, Richard.

Lie back.

Relax.
It's all right.

That's it.

Can you hear me?

Yes.
All right.

You're back there now.

Now, go on.

Tell me about
the argument.

No.

Yes. Yes, Helen is
there with you.

You're arguing with her.

Tell me about it, Richard.
Let it out now.

N-no.

No.

( dramatic theme playing )

Just rest easy.

What happened?

We'll talk about it.

No, now.
I want to know now.

All right.

You are a doctor.

A pediatrician.

You were married.

Your wife is dead.

Maybe you were glad
that she died.

Maybe that's the guilt you
carry around on your back.

How did she die?

Well, we'll come to that later.

( ominous theme playing )

Police Department?

Give me Homicide.

( dramatic theme playing )

No.

Well, why call me?

I have no authority
to keep him here.

Yes, yes,
the superintendent.

Yes, I'll refer that to him
right away.

What is it, doctor?

Your Mr. Barlow.

His name is
Richard Kimble.

He's a doctor.

He killed his wife.

He couldn't.

Remember reading about it?

He was convicted in
Indiana.

He blamed a stranger.

A cripple, I believe.

With one arm?

Yes, something like that.

I've been looking for something
like that all afternoon.

I talked to eight
one-armed men.

One is the right one.

Isn't that a bit romantic?

It must be true.

The guilty one called
the police.

Sergeant Lascoe took
fingerprints, Miss Ruskin.

I'm certain that's the way
he learned the truth.

Did he say?

No, but the assumption that
you found the guilty man

in one afternoon is ridiculous.

Now, listen to me.

We have the guilty man.

He's a fugitive
and he's dangerous.

Now, this time we've
done our duty

both medically and morally.

This time we can agree.
Okay?

Maybe.

Good. Now, you tell
Sergeant Lascoe, when he comes,

about the men you found.

He'll know what to do.

( scoffs )

( dramatic theme playing )

Hello, this is Dr. Towne.

Would you get the superintendent
for me, please?

Is something wrong,
Miss Ruskin?

Here get dressed.

What's this?

Don't ask questions.

Now, what is this?
Do you know who I am?

You're Dr. Richard Kimble.

You're convicted of murder

and they're coming
to get you right away.

Murder? Who?

Your wife.

I killed my wife?

Look, doctor,
if I thought you were guilty,

I wouldn't be here
right now.

Dr. Towne was right.

Will you listen to me?

If they catch you
they'll execute you.

They'll kill you,
do you understand?

Yes.

Then put these on.

I'm gonna get you
out of here.

( siren blaring )

( dramatic theme playing )

Excuse me.

I-I'd, uh, like to look at
some back newspapers, please.

How far back?

Starting about two years ago.

Right back there in
the file room.

Thank you.

Hello again.

I spoke to one of
your employees last night.

A Mr. Johnson.

Johnson?

Whatever he calls himself,
he's a bum.

Right in the middle of
the busiest part of the night

he goes out for a smoke.

That's the last I see of him.

I think he may have had
good reason

for running out on you.

Do you know where he lives?

These people come
and go, miss.

Who knows?

Who asks? Who cares?

( dramatic theme playing )

WOMAN 1:
There'd be screaming
night after night.

She kept pleading with him.

I heard her say
"you want me dead."

KIMBLE:
No. She's wrong.

GERARD:
The strands of hair
under her nails

positively are those of
her husband,

the defendant,
Richard Kimble.

WOMAN 2:
She screamed his name
when she was being choked.

"Richard, Richard."

She screamed it.

GERARD:
No neighbor, no passerby,

no motorist ever saw
any one-armed man.

We've checked and re-checked.

There is no evidence of a
one-armed man.

KIMBLE:
But there was.
I saw him.

JUDGE:
Have you reached a verdict?

JUROR:
We have, Your Honor.

JUDGE:
How say ye?

JUROR:
We find the defendant
guilty of murder

in the First Degree.

KIMBLE:
No.

JUROR:
Guilty

KIMBLE:
Guilty?

JUROR:
Guilty, guilty, guilty.

JUROR:
Guilty, guilty, guilty!

JUDGE:
Guilty, guilty,
guilty, guilty!

( dramatic theme playing )

KIMBLE:
Dr. Towne.

Well, doctor.

I couldn't go back to
the hospital.

I had to see you.

Why?

You missed a few of
the answers.

You were right about me,
doctor. I--

I was trying to hide
something.

Yes, I told you it would all
come back to you.

I-it hasn't, doc.

I read about it in the papers.

What papers?

The public library.

Look, are you handing me
a line?

No. I don't remember it.

I just read about it in
the papers.

The verdict, the evidence.

I know I--

I could have done it.

All right, you want
a clinical opinion?

I think you know that
you did kill your wife.

You crave
the punishment.

You're punishing
yourself.

T-that's no good.

That's like reading it in
the papers.

What are you asking for?
Therapy?

Yes.

Turn yourself in.

No, that's suicide.

Where do you think
you're headed?

You're going to wind up
blowing your brains out.

Not with your help.

I--

I put my life in
your hands.

You can't run out on me.

Oh, no, no.

Nobody's running out
on you.

You ran out on yourself
and on your profession.

And you think back.

I told you exactly what you
could expect from me.

You said you didn't want to be
a person in my life.

You said you'd wind up
despising me.

But you know something, doctor,
I think you're afraid of me.

I think you're afraid I'm
gonna need a speck of humanity

and you don't
have it to give.

Now, you run off and hide
in your rules,

but I think you're a coward,
doctor.

Kimble, you were a doctor

and you took a life.

Now, I may be a coward
but I'm not a Judas.

Now, is that how it
happened?

Is it?

Huh? An argument.
Accusations.

You ran out of words and
you grabbed her just like this?

Huh?

No, I--

Listen to me, Kimble.

If you do turn yourself in,
it'll work in your favor.

The circumstances
are different now.

There's a medical aspect
to the case.

Your amnesia is genuine.

A clever defense attorney
can use that.

He can use it to push the appeal
that they denied you before.

They tried appeal--
Listen to me.

Listen to what
I'm trying to say.

They will not execute a
man who does not know

that he's killed.

Let me drive you downtown.

Let me take you to
Sergeant Lascoe.

He understands these things.

No, I'll go back. I--

I'll go back to Stafford
where it began.

There's a detective there.
Gerard.

He knows the case.

I-I'll call him
and tell him I'm coming in.

You'll never make it.

I'll make it
if you'll lend me 20 bucks

and drive me to
the railroad station.

Get in.

Get down in the back.

It's all over.
He wants you to forget it.

That's the only reason
I promised to tell you.

Forget it. He's gone.

You're out of it.

How could you possibly tell him
to give himself up?

I couldn't leave a murderer free
to walk the streets.

But you lied to him.

His amnesia won't get him
a hearing.

It might,
but that's beside the point.

I did what should have
been done.

And you never dirtied
your lily-white uniform,

did you, doctor?

Oh, I lent the man 20 bucks.

I drove him to
the train station.

How much more involved
do you want me to get?

Listen,
if you so much as hint

that I talked to that man

without reporting it to
the police,

I'll be arrested.

I'll lose my license.

Is that what you want?

Two defrocked doctors?

I don't care about you,
doctor.

Hello,
Decatur Terminal?

Would you give me the time for
the next departure for Stafford?

Well, when was
the last one?

Oh, thank you.

He's got to be on
that 8:45 train.

Well, what do you int--

Miss Ruskin.

( bell clanging )

I'd like to--

I'd like to call, uh,
Stafford, Indiana, p-please.

Phil,
Mm-hm.

here's a contribution
to your scrapbook.

Yeah? What is it?

Possible identification on
Richard Kimble.

Fingerprints turned up.

A hospital in Decatur.

Why would he let them take
his fingerprints?

Well, when?
I wanna know when.

( phone rings )

Yes?

MAN:
For you, lieutenant.

Who's calling?

He won't say.

Uh, he won't say?

It's from Decatur.

From where?

Decatur.

Well, all right,
put him through.

It's Decatur.
Maybe they've got him.

Lt. Gerard,

this is Richard Kimble.

I understand you've been
looking for me for some time.

Is this some kind of joke?
Who is this?

No, this is Richard Kimble.
I--

I only have a few minutes.

My train's about to leave.

I-I'm-- I'm coming in.

I'm turning myself
over to you.

Have this call traced.

Go on, Kimble,
tell me about it.

I've been told that

if I come in by myself

it would be much easier
on me.

I understand I may have to
accept punishment, and...

My train should arrive about
11:43 your time.

Kimble, what is this?

You're confessing to me
after all this time?

Well, you see,
I've had this accident,

and my mind isn't really
working that properly.

The call's coming
from Decatur all right.

All right, Kimble,
we'll meet your train.

Kimble, are you still there?

What do you make of it?

Sounds phony to me, Phil.

He admitted it for
the first time.

He admitted it.

Does he expect us to be waiting
in a train depot while he

takes off in
the opposite direction?

Maybe he's laying the groundwork
for an insanity plea.

"Please come and get me."

Well, I'll come
and get him all right.

But I won't wait for
that train.

(dramatic theme playing)

Here. We could board
the train here.

It should pass Marshfield in
approximately 78 minutes.

With a police escort we can
get you there in an hour.

( horn blaring )

( dramatic theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

RUSKIN:
Richard!

We're turning. Look out!

Richard, look at me.

You've got to get off
this train right now.

He said I can't run
anymore.

Forget what Dr. Towne
told you.

You're innocent.

Don't lie to me.

I have proof.

I saw the one-armed man.

I said don't lie to me.

Richard, let go.

( ominous theme continues )

All right,
you two board up front.

You take the back.

Check every car
and get the train moving again.

At your trial, you said it was
a one-armed man

who killed your wife.

Well, I spoke to him.

He recognized your picture.

He must have called
the police.

They said I made him up.

( dramatic theme playing )

( tires screech )

But I didn't. I saw him.

I remember. I saw him.

I saw him too.

When I got home she--

She was already...

( dramatic theme playing )

Miss Russell, I--
I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to
frighten you.

Ruskin.

Margaret Ruskin.

You'd better get off
this train soon.

Go on.

( dramatic theme playing )

What is it?

Step aside, please.
What's the trouble, officer?

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

MAN ( over speaker ):
Miss Ruskin,
telephone please.

Miss Ruskin. Telephone.

Hello, Miss Ruskin.

Thank you.

Hello?

KIMBLE:
Hello.

Richard, are you all right?

Yes, I'm fine.

I wanted to tell you
that things

are starting to come back.

Not all of it yet, but...

One thing is clear.
I know I didn't kill my wife.

I was so afraid you hurt
yourself when you jumped.

I've been watching
the newspapers.

Well, I--
I knew you'd worry.

That's why I wanted to
call you.

( sobbing ):
I'm glad you did.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Dr. Towne,

he remembers that
he didn't kill her.

Come on, I'll buy you
a cup of coffee.

( somber theme playing )

NARRATOR:
Some will believe him,
some will not.

Some will change
their beliefs.

But most important,
he again believes in himself.

He again has
the will to run,

and for a fugitive,

this instinct is survival.

( dramatic theme playing )

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