All language subtitles for The Fugitive 3x18

( 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 )