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( dramatic theme playing )

The door's open.

He's up there. Mm-hm.

I'll go in after him. You cover the back.

And if it's not Kimble?

Then we've wasted an hour.

( dramatic theme playing )

NARRATOR:

( dramatic theme playing )

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:

Mickey Rooney,

NitaTalbot.

ANNOUNCER:

( somber theme playing )

NARRATOR: The days of a fugitive run together as one.

The fear and desperation unrelieved

by the sounds of laughter.

But Richard Kimble,

now using the name Nick Phillips,

will find that a man may laugh

only to escape the terror of silence.

Would I lie to you, Mrs. Belson?

I tell you, this is it.

Uh...

It-- It--

It can't be. It can't be, she says.

Do the Mets lose?

I tell you those are the very same pants

that you put in that machine not 45 minutes ago.

Oh, but look, they couldn't have.

Mrs. Belson, from now on you're gonna have to

pay more attention to the labels.

Whey they say use warm water, dear,

you're gonna have to use warm water.

Pay more attention. ( laughs )

( sighs )

Charlie, I could--

Oh, you could-- Look,

6.95 Max the tailor charges me to have these made up,

and you have to louse up the gag.

But she's my neighbor.

Here are the real ones, darling. What am I?

The neighborhood junkie? No, the neighborhood 3-year-old.

Get out of here, you gals,

before I call the vice squad, huh?

Bye, Charlie. Bye.

Bye. Bye, Mrs. Belson.

Thanks.

Did she call yet? Huh? Oh, no. No, no.

But a couple of my ex pigeons called.

They didn't know I was out of the horse biz,

and I ran to that phone like Horace Heidt calling

for the Pot o' Gold.

( chuckles ) You nervous?

Nervous?

( chuckles )

My butterflies have got butterflies.

Nick...

Did you ever wait eight years for a girl?

MAN: Charlie.

Well, enter la fuzz.

Well, gentlemen, uh, don't put the blue suits

in with the pillowcases, huh?

Okay, Charlie, let's put a stopper in it.

Ah, critics. Critics all over the world.

We'd like to take a look around.

I, uh, better get that delivery out.

Oh, uh...

Now, wait-- Wait a min-- Wait a minute.

Thorpe, don't you think it'd be more fun

if you had a search warrant?

Here.

This one was taking off in the truck.

Well, why shouldn't he? He drives the truck.

He works for me.

What's your name?

Nick Philips.

Better stick around, Mr. Phillips.

All right, look, if you want the three mil

I got out of the Brinks job, it's yours, okay, pal?

Where are the markers, Charlie?

Markers? What are you talking about? Laundry markers?

I've got plenty of those. I mean betting markers, Charlie.

Let's lay off the night club routines, huh?

Look, Thorpe, I haven't got a thing going for me

except those machines out there.

They'd better keep you good and clean.

Heh. Funny cop, the worst kind.

You want any more from this one?

He's all right, I guess.

Just look out Charlie doesn't get you into trouble.

( scoffs )

Nick, from now on you're my mink-dyed rabbit's foot.

You know, when I was operating the book,

there were markers all over the place.

( chuckles )

Thorpe could've hung me over his mantel.

Believe me, right over his mantel.

( chuckles )

How he'd have loved that.

Hello. Hello, is, uh--?

Has a Miss Jellison checked in yet?

Jellison.

Oh, she hasn't. All right, fine.

N-- No, thank-- Thank you very much.

Charlie, what makes me your rabbit's foot?

W-- Well, uh, wasn't it you that

told me to give up the book?

Well, you said some gamblers were looking for you.

Yeah.

Yeah, you told me that if I kept on taking bets

that sooner or later they'd get a line on me.

Only makes sense, right?

Well, anyway, all I know is that since you started

to work for me five weeks ago, everything is changed.

I mean, business has picked up,

Paula said she's coming back to me

and I've stayed out of jail.

Believe me, that's been a big five weeks for me.

Nick, I'm never gonna let you out of my sight again.

Oh, incidentally, would you do me a favor, please?

Sure. Do me just a little favor.

Here, take these over to the Maxwell Hotel

a-a-and give them to Paula.

Leave them there for Paula in her room.

Some creep in Atlantic City drew them for us

on our first date about 10 years ago.

She'll get a kick out of it

when she walks in the room and sees them.

You're sentimental, Charlie.

Yeah, I'm the kind of a guy

that cries at wrestling matches.

You, uh--? You know where the hotel is, don't you?

Yes, it's somewhere on the west side.

Oh, wait a minute.

Here's a couple of bucks for the desk clerk.

There you go.

Oh, and Nick, uh,

take your time.

Okay.

( soft theme playing )

Excuse me, darling, may I help you, please?

( somber theme playing )

I, uh--

I have a couple of pictures for Miss Jellison.

A friend of hers would like them

put in her room before she checks in.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Maybe I'll get the bellboy to do it.

Oh, no, I didn't mean we couldn't hang the pictures.

I meant, uh, Miss Jellison already checked in.

How long ago?

About 20 minutes.

But I think she went right back out again.

What am I gonna do with these?

Well, we'll have them taken care of right away.

( rings bell )

( romantic theme playing )

Beer?

May I interest you in your future?

Your tomorrows are only echoes of your yesterdays.

And the ears of a gypsy are attuned to echoes.

Oh, there is pain here...

and unanswered questions...

and here are the marks of love.

There was a woman, wasn't there?

And I see...

I see--

Look, mister, I'm sorry but I gotta go.

I promised my husband I'd pick him up at 3:00.

Here, take this.

This'll give you a free reading next time.

That's too bad.

Just when it was getting interesting.

Oh, she had a certain style.

Was she right?

Was there a woman?

Well, there's always a woman, isn't there?

What about now?

I'd guess there isn't any.

Why?

Well, maybe I'm part gypsy,

attuned to your echoes or something.

You got something against gypsies?

No, some of my best friends are gypsies.

I'm glad.

Nice little place, don't you think?

I might even be here again tomorrow.

About this time, probably.

( ominous theme playing )

MAN: Oh, Miss Jellison.

Another message for you.

Same man, same number.

Oh, well, I'll add it to my collection.

He certainly is persistent, isn't he?

It's that extra little dab of perfume behind the knees.

( chuckles )

Mr. Paris again?

Yes, why?

Well, he's an old friend.

I told him I'd stop by next time I came through.

You want to leave a message in case he calls back again?

Well, then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?

( laughs )

( chuckling )

Honey, uh, I'm sorry about

having to put you on the other side of town,

but that's the way it has to be.

( chuckles )

( laughing ): Yes, I-- I thought you'd get a kick out of them.

Oh, uh, honey, I hate to keep bugging you about this,

but, uh, nobody knows where you are, do they?

I mean, nobody's nosing around or anything like that?

Good. Well, uh,

be careful on your way over here tonight, huh? Okay.

And-- And, honey, I love you.

Bye.

Everything all right?

Everything all right? Do horse players die broke?

How's this for all right?

Yeah.

Come on, Nick. Let's get some work done.

( dramatic theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

( car tires screech )

Sorry, Mr. Phillips, just checking.

( bell jingles )

Something wrong, sarge?

No.

No, I guess not. Let's go.

( scatting )

Hey. Hey, Nick, boy.

You know what I just discovered?

Heh. I discovered that you don't have to--

Have to wear a tie at all

if you want to keep your collar closed.

Now you got a button to do that. Heh.

And if you want color for your shirt,

well, you don't have to wear a colored shirt.

All you have to do is just take a paintbrush

and dab it in some paint and slop it on the front of you.

Are you taking notes?

You're gonna fall apart before she gets here.

Well, it has been eight years, Nick.

Believe me, I'm-- I'm a little scared.

Been eight years for her too.

Yeah.

Hey, you know, for one of the real big

ugly faces of all times,

it still has a little character, huh?

What time's she get here?

Like about, uh, three minutes ago. Heh.

Wait until you meet her too, Nick.

Please believe me, she's--

Charlie-- Now, listen,

this-- This-- This tie,

it doesn't look like I got it off a street corner

from one of those yucky guys, does it? Huh?

Look all right?

Charlie, to tell you the truth--

Oh, you can tell, huh?

Well, you can always spot a phony.

You're looking at one of those hundred-percent phonies

from the 50-cent tie down to the 7-and-a-half-buck shoes.

What do you mean?

You know how it is, Nick.

That letter that I wrote to her in Detroit

asking her to come back to me.

Maybe I laid it on a little too heavy.

I was scared to death that she wouldn't come back to me.

Maybe she thought that I had a chain of those Laundromats.

Who knows? The way I wrote her,

maybe she thought I had a lot of bread and I was doing great.

What are you gonna do?

What am I going to do? Ha!

You tell me.

Hey, you've been trying to tell me something all day.

What is it?

This afternoon at Paula's hotel...

( car horn honking )

Hey, hey, see if that's her, will you, please?

Go on.

( dramatic theme playing )

Well, it's a woman.

( ominous theme playing )

That's Pete Ragan.

Do me a favor, Nick, and get her out of here for me,

will you, please? Who is Pete?

Well, look, he's--

He's an errand boy from the New York syndicate.

Evidently, they must have followed her here from Detroit.

They must want you pretty bad.

Well, I'll, uh,

fill you in on the details later.

Right now, get her out of here for me, will you, please?

Tell her I'll meet her at the-- That place called the Love Nest.

It's across from the park. Tomorrow about noon, okay?

I'll try. Thanks.

( door closes )

( ominous theme playing )

What are you doing here?

You've been followed. Move over.

Make it look like you came to pick me up.

Look to who?

The fellow in back of us.

Then let's make it look good.

Oh, is Charlie watching?

Don't worry, he can't see a thing.

Let's go. ( car engine starts )

I don't know, I guess he thought he was doing it for me.

He said he didn't want me living out of suitcases

in $2 hotel rooms.

He said he'd have to be mixed up

with some pretty miserable types.

But it was the only way he could build us a stake.

And it looks like he really built a big one.

I just drive the truck, keep the place clean.

Well, I'm not asking for a financial statement.

I just, uh, meant he's doing pretty good now.

You didn't finish your story.

It a family secret, huh?

Oh, that's okay. I'll find out soon enough.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah, well, Charlie walked out,

and suddenly it was two years later

and I started getting panicky.

And? And I married

the first guy that showed any interest.

Half the time he was drunk,

half the time he was mean, and all the time he was broke.

You didn't tell Charlie, did you?

About this afternoon?

No.

Why not?

I didn't have time.

I wouldn't if I were you.

He wouldn't believe you.

Besides, it'd be nice if we had a secret.

I'll get a cab.

Oh, don't go away mad.

Charlie wants you to meet him tomorrow around noon

across from the park. A place called the Love Nest.

Why not?

And tell him this time I'll be looking over my shoulder.

Now, where am I meeting you?

Here's a nice place.

Charlie happens to be the man you're going to marry.

He's also my friend.

I'd like to leave it that way.

( ominous theme playing )

( knock at door )

Did you forget some--?

Miss Jellison? I'm Pete Ragan.

What do you want?

May I come in? No.

I'm looking for Charlie Paris.

I haven't seen Charlie for eight years.

That's too bad.

I had $5000 for you.

All you had to do was tell me where I could find him.

Get out of here.

That's a lot of money, lady.

Maybe once.

Now you'd better move before you get your hand smashed.

Okay,

but just in case you need anything,

I'm right down the hall.

Room 208.

Two-oh-eight, remember?

( tense theme playing )

I don't care what you say.

I mean, it's-- It's--

You know, you can only take so much.

You were gone an awful long time.

It is 20 minutes over and 20 minutes back, Charlie.

Oh, I know. I don't know what's the matter with me.

I'm just-- I've just been going crazy.

I'm sorry to get you mixed up in this big mess.

Seems like they've gone a long way to collect just a bet.

Oh, I'm not running away from any bookies.

Well, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

Now, look, I...

I'm not any hood or anything like that.

I couldn't swing that way.

And it's not the ponies either.

Problem is, it's the clubs.

Yeah, the clubs and the guys who run the clubs.

And these guys are all over, you know?

Anyway, a couple of these guys, they picked up on me,

and, uh, things started getting better.

I got better jobs, good money,

better billing, everything.

And all of a sudden I got invited to these guys' houses

every once in a while.

Of course, I do 20 minutes next to the piano,

but I got invited to the parties anyway.

Well, when you go to these parties,

you begin to collect information.

Information that you didn't even ask to hear.

Well, last year the New York Crime Commission,

they called me in as a witness.

Oh, they called in about 200 other witnesses too.

And I told them what I thought

all of the other witnesses were telling them.

( laughing )

I found out that I...

I was doing a solo.

A lot of people were getting hurt.

They want to kill me, Nick.

( ominous theme playing )

Well, can't you get out of town?

I want to see Paula first.

Charlie...

What is it you're trying to tell me, Nick?

Nothing. What is it, huh?

Nothing.

She'll meet you tomorrow.

She said she'll be more careful this time.

Well, that's good.

What's, uh--? What's a Love Nest place?

Oh, the Love Nest? It's a little candy shop

with uncomfortable chairs, everything.

You-- You know the kind.

Are you kidding?

What's the matter? Don't you think I'm the type?

I know all about those things, like milk shakes, macaroons.

What's that cold stuff?

Ice cream. Oh, sure,

I know all about that jazz. Heh.

Besides, it's kind of romantic.

You be careful, Charlie.

Careful? Well, wait a minute, Nick.

I'm not gonna get into any trouble. Heh.

I'm too chicken.

Besides, you're my good-luck charm.

( glasses clink )

( chirping )

( dramatic theme playing )

Guess it was a bad idea, that ice cream, huh?

Oh, no, it's just that I slept late

and I didn't have any breakfast.

Heh. Strawberry sundaes before breakfast. Yuck.

Oh, it's all right. I love it. It's fine.

Well, you know...

it's funny, it's just I feel like a teenager

on his first date.

( both chuckle )

Can you imagine Henry Aldrich losing his hair?

( laughing )

It gives you more character.

Well, I-- I still have the same character. Heh.

Lousy.

Oh, don't be silly, Charlie. You've done it.

Just what you said you were going to do.

All right, it took longer than we thought, but you did it.

Paula, listen to me.

I know what you're gonna say, Charlie,

but it was my fault, not yours.

Baby, you don't un-- You don't understand.

Understand what, Charlie?

I lied to you.

About what?

Well, that letter I wrote to you,

I-- I wrote it kind of heavy

because I was scared that you wouldn't come back.

The truth is that...

I haven't got a quarter.

The only thing I got is that one lousy suds factory,

and it's in hock up to its lint trap.

( laughs )

I haven't got a cent either.

I can't even pay my hotel bill.

So, what now, Charlie?

Look, we'll-- We'll go out to California.

I've got a couple of friends out there that'll give us a stake

until I can get a line on something.

It's all right, isn't it?

Oh, honey, listen-- Listen to me.

I-- I adore you.

Charlie, what are you gonna do about that man?

Huh? That Ragan?

Well, for one thing, I can stay out of his way.

Look, I'll-- I'll find a place

and then I'll make a couple of phone calls,

and that ought to be good for a couple of plane tickets,

and we can leave by tomorrow.

Where will you go?

I-- I mean now.

Don't worry about it. Don't worry about it.

I'll call you, okay?

Sure, Charlie.

Love you, darling.

Here.

Here's some scratch.

You pay the tab and I'll...

I'll get things on the way, huh?

Love you.

( dramatic theme playing )

Do you have a minute?

( tense theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Yeah, he's here, okay, but he's getting ready to run.

All you gotta do is get a man on the 3:00 plane.

That gets in here at 5:30.

I'll be there to meet him.

Now, about the money.

Seventy-five hundred.

I know I said 5, but she won't go for it.

Look, you want him or don't you?

Then just send a money order in care of this hotel.

Okay, then that's it.

Where are you going? To my room.

It's just like this one.

You think Charlie will know to call me here?

So we'll have the switchboard transfer the call.

Sit down.

( bell jingles )

Charlie.

Oh, I'm sorry, Thorpe,

but your lieutenant said I can't take any more bets from you.

You're dipping in the pension fund.

Is Phillips around?

Nick?

What do you want with him? Is he hot?

Maybe.

I'd just like to take another look at him.

Oh, be my guest. You're entitled.

You know where I could find him?

No.

Well, he left here yesterday like a spooked filly.

Oh, now it all adds up.

Yeah, if he is hot,

then you fellas must have put a scare in him.

Well, he just took off.

He left some of his stuff here.

You sure you haven't seen him?

No, I haven't.

You can look around if you care to.

I'll be back tomorrow.

But if you hear from him, let us know.

Yeah, if there's anything I hate,

it's a guy that puts a slug into a parking meter.

No games, Charlie.

Just call us.

( dramatic theme playing )

( brakes squealing )

( bell jingling )

Anything wrong, Nick?

No. Mrs. Williams says her husband lost a pair of shorts.

Well, you tell Mrs. Williams to ask her husband about that.

Oh, uh, I know you've been driving an awful lot today,

but would you do me a favor? Sure.

Would you, uh, drop this over at, uh, the hotel for Paula?

Just leave it at the desk, huh?

I'm gonna take your advice, Nick. I'm, uh-- I'm getting out.

And I'm taking Paula with me

after I gather up a little more scratch

than that's in that envelope there.

Oh, I-- Here, wait a minute.

I want to write a little note.

A card or something.

What's this? Here.

Oh, I had my palm read.

You had your palm read? Heh.

You know, I believe in that stuff.

What, palm reading? No, in business cards.

Oh, when are you gonna learn?

I wanna let Paula know where I'm gonna be.

Where are you going now?

Well, I've got a room rented over a dump

called the Clinton Hotel.

I'm gonna stay there until I get some more loot.

Charlie, I got 40 bucks.

Oh, forget it, Nick.

Just deliver that envelope, will you?

Okay.

Nick, oh, incidentally, the, uh,

the cop, Thorpe?

He was around.

He was asking some questions about you.

Uh, don't be worried. I didn't tell him anything.

I said you had gone off somewhere, you know.

Got troubles, Nick?

They think I was mixed up in something a couple of years ago

and I wasn't.

Well, that's-- That's your business.

So you and I, I guess we're a couple of runners.

I guess that's why we get along so well together, huh?

Maybe.

Uh, well, he's gonna--

Thorpe's coming by tomorrow to ask some more questions.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell him you were around.

I'll tell him you've taken off.

You've got that in mind anyway, haven't you?

Well, I...

I hope we meet up with each other again sometime.

So do I, Charlie.

( bell jingling )

Thanks for the bruises.

I don't get it. All of a sudden you turn it off.

Let's go downstairs and have a drink.

What about your phone call?

We'll have them transfer it to the bar.

See? I learn fast.

Yeah.

( rings )

I'd like to leave this for Miss Jellison.

Certainly.

Wire for Mr. Ragan.

And this is for Miss Jellison.

I think they're still in the bar.

Miss Jellison. For you, Mr. Ragan.

Oh.

Thank you, sir.

Okay, so where is he?

After we cash that money order.

Looks like you already got a head start.

A hundred dollars.

Poor, dumb...

Forget it.

Okay, after we get the dough, I'll go to the plane.

You make sure he stays wherever he is.

I'll tell you where he is. That's enough.

If you want it that way.

But you only get half the dough for the address.

I'll keep the other half until I'm sure

there's gonna be a party.

All right, let's go.

If there's anything turns me on, it's a hungry dame.

( dramatic theme playing )

( knock at door )

Yes?

Nick!

What are you doing here?

I thought you'd be out of town by this time.

I had to talk to you. Did you give her the money?

Yes, I did. Look, I got $300 right here.

Charlie-- Bank's almost...

Charlie-- Here's the-- What's the matter?

Huh?

What--? What's the matter?

Charlie, there is no easy way to tell you.

No easy way to tell me what, Nick?

About Paula.

What about Paula?

She and Ragan were together in the bar.

That's not a very funny joke, Nick.

I know it isn't funny.

All right, she-- If she was with Ragan,

there must have been--

There just must have been some reason for it.

Maybe he was on her back

and she was just trying to get him off, that's all.

You believe that?

You don't think she's trying to put the finger on me?

You said it, Charlie. I didn't.

Now, wait a minute, Nick.

Listen, I-- I've known Paula longer than I've known you.

And if you're gonna marry somebody,

you gotta have faith in them.

And if it's stupid to have faith in somebody,

then all right, then I'm stupid.

You stay here, you're like a tin can on a fence.

Nick, up until now, my life has been like something

wrapped up in a dirty old newspaper.

And now, for the first time,

well, if-- If this ever rotted on me,

I wouldn't want to make it nohow anyway.

She sold you out, Charlie.

That's enough, Nick.

Now, go on, get out. Come on.

Go on over to the place and get your stuff and get out!

I was only trying-- Well, don't try so hard,

because if something does happen you can say to yourself,

"I didn't have anything to do with it", okay?

Okay. All right. Thank you, Nick.

All right, Charlie.

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

You were right.

He didn't believe anything I said.

You see?

You just aren't pretty enough.

I hope you got a good price for him.

Good night.

( ominous theme playing )

We ought to get there in about 20 minutes.

Well, how do we know he'll still be there?

She'll take care of that, don't worry.

I'd only worry if she were my dame.

I don't even know this Ragan!

Why would I be drinking with him?

Somebody told me they saw you. Then they lied.

What's the difference? Who was it?

What's the difference? I'd just like to know

what kind of person would accuse me

of something like that. Nick. He told me.

Nick told me he saw you two together at the bar.

Well, honey, say something, will you?

Say something, honey.

You won't like it, Charlie.

Well, try me.

It's about Nick.

What about Nick? Did he see you or didn't he see you?

Of course not!

Well, why would he make up a thing like that?

To get back at me, I suppose.

To get back at you for what?

Oh, Paula.

Paula, honey, I-- I-- I just don't get it.

I know how much you like him, Charlie.

Forget that.

From the first time I was alone with him,

he tried to force himself on me.

Now look, honey, I'm not gonna buy anything like that.

Even yesterday afternoon.

What about yesterday? At the gypsy.

What gypsy? The bar at my hotel.

When you sent him over with the cartoons?

Yes. The old lady was reading

his fortune-- Don't give me

any fortune business. So I am the liar?

I didn't say that!

And last night in the car, Charlie,

I had to fight him off. I mean really fight.

Oh, now, wait a minute, Nick doesn't strike me

as the type of guy to--

To what?

To do this?

Get me a drink.

Go on, get me a drink.

Hello, uh, get me Logan, 711121.

Hello, is Thorpe there, please?

The police? Never mind--

Wait a minute.

Hello, Thorpe. This is Charlie Paris.

You know the fella that you were making, uh, inquiries about?

Uh, Nick Phillips.

You can find him at the Laundromat.

He'll be there in about ten minutes.

He's on his way over there right now.

Oh, nothing. Noth--

Yeah.

Oh, uh, listen, what--?

What is he supposed to have done?

You're kidding.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Whew.

( car door slams )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( bell jingling )

( exhales )

What's the matter, baby?

You-- You look like you're a little jumpy.

Charlie, I want to--

Why don't you get on the phone and call the airport?

Get a ticket and get out of here anyway, huh?

Here's 50 bucks.

Get to a motel in Los Angeles. No, I don't want any more.

I'll join you. Listen, you might want to buy a magazine

or something, sweetie-- No, I--

Honey, when I give a gal $50,

she takes the money. Here.

Put it in your little purse and--

Wait a minute. Wait just-- Get away.

Get off that!

What is this?

What is this?

I saved it.

You saved it?

In 24 hours? Yesterday you were broke.

I wanted it to be a surprise.

Surprise?

It's a surprise, all right!

Charlie-- Go on, get away from me!

Ah, he was right.

Everything he said about you, he was right.

Hello? Give me 657-6570.

No, he's no longer taking bets.

Yes.

Yes, that's right.

( busy signal buzzing )

Where are you going? Going over to Nick.

I'm not gonna let him sit on that fence like a tin can.

You can't believe him, Charlie. He's nothing to you.

And what are you?

What are you?

And where'd you get those bruises, huh?

What about those bruises?

Sure, Charlie Paris. The biggest laugh of the century.

The hippy of all times.

I have to believe a lying little--

It could've been so great.

Why'd you have to blow it?

( suspenseful theme playing )

That's him.

( car engine starting )

( tires screech )

( ominous theme playing )

( tires screech )

The door's open.

He's up there. Mm-hm.

I'll go in after him. You cover the back.

And if it's not Kimble?

Then we've wasted an hour.

Ninety seconds. I'll start in.

Okay.

( dramatic theme playing )

( chair scrapes )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( gunshots )

Cops! Beat it!

( gunshots )

Get back there! Well, what happened?

Just get back there.

Charlie, I... I'll send for an ambulance.

( gasps )

I can't think of anything...

funny.

Charlie.

( sirens blaring )

He's dead.

( whimpers )

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Yes, sir.

Well, it may be late, sir,

but I think we ought to set up roadblocks

on every main road out of town.

Yes, sir, I know how many there are.

( sighs ) Right.

Not a trace of him.

And for your sake, let's hope we never find out

for sure it was Kimble.

Bracken.

Anything in there?

Well, nothing that'll get me off the hook.

Bracken, the two men who killed Charlie are at the station

and they'd like Miss Jellison to join them.

Take her in and book her.

By the way, the ambulance got here.

Well, where are you going?

I'll, uh...

I'll ride in with Charlie.

Well, why?

I don't know.

I guess I liked the little guy.

( dramatic theme playing )

NEWSMAN ( over radio ): The two men were arrested

for the murder of former nightclub comedian,

Charlie Paris. Did you hear that?

They said he used to be a nightclub comedian.

I never heard of him.

But you know, some of them guys really kill me.

I remember a couple of years ago

I was watching this real funny-looking guy

and he was telling this story

about this great big grizzly bear

NARRATOR: One man dies

and another survives

for at least another day.

For one, the sound of laughter has faded.

For the other, the echo of that sound remains.

Richard Kimble's lonely flight continues.

But now, perhaps, he will find an occasional moment

to remember and smile.

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )