All language subtitles for The Fugitive S04E10 Nobody Loses All the Time

- McCaffey here.
- Stakeout just called.

He's entered the building.
Prepare to close in behind him.

I see him.

Wait!

Lieutenant, he got past us.
He's in the elevator on his way up.

He's going on up. Get Maintenance.

- Kill the elevators.
- Right.

You and you, hit the stairwells.
Nobody up or down, understand me?

Outside men, this is Rowan.
The guy's loose in the building.

He knows we're after him,
so look sharp.

Starring
David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble.

An innocent victim of blind justice,

falsely convicted
for the murder of his wife,

reprieved by faith
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 man y 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.

Joanna Moore,

Phillip E. Pine,

and special' guest star;
Barbara Baxley,

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.

The scene here

is still one of chaos and devastation.

All fire-fighting units in the city
are present

and working to prevent
the blaze spreading

to the heavily populated industrial
complexes in the immediate vicinity.

The exact cause of the #re is
not yet known, of course,

And all that can be reported
for certain

is that the flames followed
immediately after the jolting explosion

which was felt miles away.

This building,
which not 20 minutes ago was intact,

is now a total loss.

Possibly the city�s worst disaster.

The Harrington Processing Company,
gone,

destroyed in a matter of minutes.

The entire 1700 block of Martin Street
is now burning out of control.

The explosion occurred ten minutes
before the changing of the shift

and the police have requested

that everyone not having urgent
business in this area

should cooperate and stay away
from downtown district.

The fire has already claimed
too many victims.

There are seven known dead
and estimates range much higher.

Firemen on the scene have told me

this could well be the largest
conflagration in the city's history.

Any public disaster
will attract a crowd of spectators.

People secretly pleased, perhaps,

that they are not touched
by the tragedy,

that they may walk away
from the dying

and go on about their lives.

But one man here today cannot
remain so uninvolved,

so insulated against another's pain.

He is bound by an oath
taken many years ago.

An oath written by a man
named Hippocrates.

'7 will follow that method of treatment

which, according to my ability
and judgment,

I consider for the benefit
of my patients.

Into whatever houses I enter;

I will go into them
for the benefit of the sick.�

These words,
remembered from better days,

return to haunt Richard Kimble.

Get an ambulance.

This woman needs a doctor.
What happened to the intern?

It's a big factory fire.
The doctors are tied up.

They said we'd have to wing it.

Are you an MD?

Huh?

Why can't you go with them?

Well, I guess I could.

What's your name, please, doctor?

Robertson. All right, let's go.

Look, just a minute.

Did you happen to see the accident?

No, I got here after it happened.

Come on, let's go!

- What hospital are you with, doctor?
- I'm not.

- Get me a couple of clamps, miss.
- Right away.

Her carotid artery's been damaged.

We need a staff doctor to repair it
immediately.

Not a chance, doctor.
You saw the madhouse out there.

Factory fire today.

Why don't you do it?

I'm not authorized to practice
in this state.

Well, it is an emergency.
I'll try to get you an authorization.

Dr. Russel.

Nurse?

Hudson, we need a staff doctor
to give us an okay.

It's urgent, critical.

- Got that?
- Yes, nurse. I'll try.

I want her typed and cross-matched.
She's lost a lot of blood.

Right away, doctor.

Get the oxygen
and the saline ready to go.

Can you hear me?

Is there anyone you'd like us
to notify?

Where can I find the man you were
talking to before the accident?

Eighty over 20. It's going up.

Well, good.
Then I guess she�ll be all right.

She'll need 15 milligrams
of meperidine IM every six hours.

Right away, doctor.

You can DC the saline.

Then take her up to X-ray.
I think she busted her ankle.

What's her name, doctor?

"Maggie Tippet."

VVhere's Maggie?

She had an accident.

Oh.

You a friend of hers?

Friend? She owes me 5 bucks.
I was just coming to collect it.

I suppose now I gotta wait again.

What do you want?

I'm a doctor.

I'm looking for someone to notify.
Family, friends.

No family.

I'm looking for a particular
friend of hers.

This ain't no social club.
We mind our own business.

You'd notice this fellow.
He only has one arm.

Who counts?

- How is she?
- She's all right.

- Has she been conscious?
- No.

- Has she had any visitors?
- No, she hasn't.

Why isn't she in the ward?

I had to haggle to get these screens.

What about the county hospital?

I tried, but the charity ward's full.
There was a factory fire, remember?

Is there anything else?

There's a private room down the hall,
but it's very expensive.

Okay, I'll sign for it.

Why you?

Well, I feel responsible.

- Who�s RB?
- Ruth Bianchi, me.

You took these readings?
You've been up all night?

Somebody had to do it.

Well, you go on home.
I�ll take over now.

Thought you'd never ask.

And, Ruth, thank you.

It's all in a day's work, doctor.

You coming in tomorrow?

Well, if I can, I�ll come in.

Well, don�t be surprised if
Big Daddy grabs you.

Who�s that?

Mr. Ferguson,
our administrative chief.

What would he want with me?

We were short-handed before the fire.
Now...

He must be interested.
He's been asking around about you.

Good night, doctor.

You can stop the meperidine,
nurse.

- How are you feeling, Maggie?
Fine.

It'll be all right.

We'll see you soon.

- Coffee, doctor?
- Yeah, sure.

If she has any visitors, let me know.

Oh, doctor,
Miss Bianchi. Just a minute.

Big Daddy.

Dr. Robertson,
Mr. Ferguson, our administrative chief.

- How do you do?
- My pleasure, doctor.

I'll apologize for my bluntness
in advance, but matter of fact,

I'm due at a board meeting in exactly,
well, heh-heh, two minutes ago.

You made quite an impression here.

Well, thank you.

We need staff doctors.
You're aware of the situation.

On a temporary basis, if you like.

Well, I appreciate the offer,
but I have a practice back east.

Oh, really? Where?

Well, actually, I was on vacation.

I saw the accident.
I couldn't turn my back on it.

Of course.

I'd appreciate following through on her,
if that's all right.

Fine, fine.

Back east, you say.
Where did you intern?

Baltimore.

Oh, County General?

Beckman, actually.

Really?
Well, you should know Schwartz.

He was ten years at Beckman.
Ob-gyn.

That was a long time ago.

Well, if you were to reconsider, doctor,
we would be extremely grateful.

Come on, nurse. Talk him into it.

Nice seeing you.

See? Be flattered.

Have some coffee?

Please, please. I'm buying.

- Doctor.
- Thank you.

Hey, relax.

- What do you mean?
- I don't know.

Something about the way
you watch people as if you're waiting.

Makes me wanna help you.

Well, that did sound silly.I Forget the whole thing.J

Don't be so glum. it's my mouth.

And if I wanna put my foot in it,
it's okay.

Okay.

That's better.

Congratulations. Your doctor image
has just gone up ten points.

That's all it takes, is a smile?

You have no idea
what you have going for you here

with all these eager nurses.

You're the first single good-looking
doctor we've had in years.

Now, that is an enigmatic smile.

What's that for, the good-looking part,
the single part or the unavailable part?

-Well, I like you, Ruth.
- Oh, like that.

Well, friendship is less complicated.

Well, not like that. I--

No. Sentiment is contagious.

And besides,
I may need a friend someday.

And I think you'd be a good one.

I think you would too.

If you ever need a friend...

I'll remember that.

A swinger, you're not.

Forget it.

Here.

Thank you.

Anybody you want me
to get in touch with for you?

No. I'm kind of a loner.

I saw you talking to a man
right before the accident.

Well, there�s something
you ought to know about me.

I am the original sitting duck.

I even cry at bingo games.

Well, one or two kind words
and I melt.

He sounds like
he's very important to you.

Yes, he is.

To me.

We had a fight.

And I was trying to make up with him
and he just took off all of a sudden.

Gave me a big shove
and out out like I was some kind of--

I can't figure it.

How many hospitals are there,
anyway?

I've been here for four days.

I couldn't be all that hard to find.

Well, why don�t you call him?

Because that's a loser's move
and you know it.

- I'll call him for you.
- No.

What is it with you?

What do you mean?

Don't you think I know?

This room costs.

And you signed for it.

What is Maggie Tippet to you?

Well, he wasn�t running from you,
Maggie.

He was running from me.

Freddie?

A guy like you mixed up with him?

- How long have you known him?
- Couple of months.

You know where I can find him?

- I wanna talk to him.

Doesn't sound to me
like you wanna talk.

Well, that�s up to him.

I owe you, I know.

They told me you saved my life.

I'm a doctor.

But I owe Freddie too.

Somehow you scare me about him.
What's this all about?

A long time ago,
something happened.

Trouble?

He's the only one that can clear it up,
this trouble.

You? What was it? What'd you do?

I've got to find him, Maggie.

Cops?

Yes.

You'll get off the hook.

If you help me.

What about Freddie?

That's up to him.

But it's so bad, you can't tell me.

Oh, boy, oh, boy.

Some sweet choice, huh?

You said you owe me.

Enough to at least think about it?

Thank you.

- Doctor? What doctor?
- What does he look like?

Tall, dark, sort of quiet.

That's Kimble, all right. Now listen.

Honey, there's gotta be another way.
I can't call the cops on him.

Why not? He saved my life.

You wanna see me again
or you wanna see me in jail?

Okay, then do like I tell you.

You�re sure, now?

Absolutely certain that's the man?

Murder.

I didn't know.

I didn't know.

How about you, miss?

I'll never believe he did it.

Anything?

Frank, get Lieutenant Gerard
on the phone.

Tell him we got the place staked out.
We'll get Kimble when he comes in.

Lieutenant Rowan.

Tell Gerard not to worry, huh?
We'll get his man.

Lieutenant, I'm afraid we got
quite a problem here.

Now, I understand the situation,
but this is a hospital

and we can't have policemen
running around the corridors.

Now, relax, Mr. Ferguson.

Do you see anybody
running around?

We're aware of the situation,
now, believe me.

Nobody's blood pressure
is going up.

- Except mine.
- Lieutenant,

Rowan here.

Lieutenant, this is Car 206.

Just spotted Kimble.
He's on his way in.

- McCaffey here.
- Stakeout just called.

He's entered the building.
Prepare to close in behind him.

I see him.

Wait!

Lieutenant, he got past us.
He's in the elevator on his way up.

He's going on up. Get Maintenance.

- Kill the elevators.
- Right.

You and you, hit the stairwells.
Nobody up or down, understand me?

Outside men, this is Rowan.
The guy's loose in the building.

He knows we're after him,
so look sharp.

Right. Nobody in or out until the--
Hold on.

- What's the scoop?
- The elevators are dead.

- All of them?
- Except the emergency elevator.

That's run on separate power.

Sure, and Kimble's a doctor.
He'd know all about that.

Martin.

He can only go up or down.
Just a matter of time.

Emergency Admitting.

Ambulance?

Uh-huh. What's the address?

Take this down for me.

1334 North Genesee.

Is it a house or an apartment?

What apartment number? 305.

What's the trouble?
Gunshot wound.

Hey! Hey! Hey, you!

Get the superintendent. Cut off all
emergency power till we get the order.

And find that elevator.
I don't care how long it takes you. Fi--

Hold on.

- Rowan.
- Bad news, lieutenant,

- Kimble got away.
-He what?

In an ambulance. Pulled away before we could--

Oh, I need this. I really need this.

Hello, Martin. I want you to send out
an APB on Kimble, and move.

Bus depots, railway stations,
airports.

Well, he got away.

In an ambulance.

That's it.

Car 14.
The ambulance is in the rail road yards.

He just put a train between us.

Suggest block east
and west approaches. Out.

I'm looking for Lieutenant Rowan.

- Lieutenant Gerard?
- Yes. VVhere's Rowan?

I'll take you to him.

I'd better tell you, lieutenant.
Kimble got away.

- Clear track five, he says.
- Got a fast freight going out.

How do you like that?

Got five minutes
to move half the yard around.

But why a hospital?

He knows the kind of risk involved.

Whatever his reason,
this woman is obviously a part of it.

Have you found any connection
between them?

No.

You never saw Kimble
before the accident.

You're sure of that?

No, I never saw him.

Total stranger.

But you knew enough to turn him in.

Come on, Maggie.
Who are you kidding?

I read it somewhere. So what?

I admire your loyalty, Maggie.

- Kimble saved your life.
- Yeah.

Risked his own to stay and help you.

So you inform on him. Why?

Look, what do you care?
Do you want him or don't you?

He's sure it was Kimble?
Well, it happened.

I'll be right over.

Fast freight. Kimble got away.

- They sure it was Kimble?
- Yeah, yeah.

We'll stop the train,
but we're sure it was Kimble.

You say the laundry found this?

Yeah, that picture was found
in Kimble's pocket.

Hmm.

Mean anything to you?

(IMF.-

That's why Kimble stuck it out here.

She's his connection
with the one-armed man.

The one-armed man?
Then you believe his story?

It's not my job to believe.
It's my job to catch him.

Rowan, I want this hospital
staked out again.

Kimble wanted you to think
he'd left town.

- He wanted you out of here.
� Why?

Because he'll be back.

Long as Maggie Tippet's here,
he'll be back.

For once, Richard Kimble
will come to me.

I tell you, I know Kimble.

I know he'll be back.

He'd have to be nuts.
We shot at him.

Look, Kimble knows.

He'll try anything
to reach that woman in there.

He thinks she'll lead him
to the man he says killed his wife.

He'll never give up. Neither will I.

All right. I'll try to get you five men.

- Twenty-five.
- What?

Trained men.

In orderlies' uniforms,
plain-clothes men, attendants.

A foolproof stakeout.

Have you got any idea
what that'll cost this town?

How do I justify it?

We're in the middle of a budget fight.
I'm sticking my neck out to get you five.

You had 15 on the job
and he got away.

You know why he got away?

Because he had the whole thing
planned in advance, every move.

You think he won't this time?

Look, I don't even think he'll be here.

It's not my fault he got away.

All right. I'll try to get you 20 men.

Harry.

You said if I ever needed a friend...

Well, I meant it. Come in.

Well, what does a friend do?

Help me get back into that hospital.

A friend would help you get out
of that hospital, not in.

Then you know who I am.

I know you're the fellow
I had coffee with the other morning.

But you know more than that.

I heard more,
but then, you hear a lot of things.

Will you help me?

That hospital has more police
than interns.

It's almost like a branch precinct.

Well, I have to get back.

Why is it so important?

Maggie Tippet.
She's still there, isn't she?

As of a half an hour ago.

Why?
What has she got to do with it?

She's friendly with the man
that killed my wife.

If I can find him,
maybe I can get at the truth.

H ow?

Well, I guess one thing a friend can do
is not ask dumb questions, right?

So if you wanna go to the hospital,
the hospital it is.

This if Officer Hallet.
He'll be staying with you.

How do you do, miss?

Couldn't you go someplace else?

Couldn't you just leave me alone?

You started all this.

Remember, he's a doctor.
He'll be on his own ground.

And the weapon is just a last resort,
understand?

Yes, sir.

Well, Miss Bianchi,
I thought you were off today.

I got bored.

Dedication, dedication.

- Pardon me.
- Yes, ma'am.

Okay, little rain cloud,
time for your therapy.

- What?
- Therapy.

Oh, that.

- What's going on?
- Therapy.

You've heard of that, haven't you?
Thermal treatment. Room 103.

- Would you mind moving that chair?
- Yes, ma�am.

Look, nobody told me.
Why don't we check?

I follow my orders the same as you do.
It says Room 103.

Yeah, but nobody told me.

Wait a minute.

If you want to argue,
take it up with Dr. Fredericks.

- He signed the order.
- Look, you just hold it.

- How long is this gonna take?
- Why don�t you read it for yourself?

Fifteen minutes.
Heat lamp and then massage.

Get a hold of Gerard.
Tell him we're going to Room 103

for some kind of a treatment.

Up we go, Maggie.

- Are you going to watch?
- Hm?

I have to undress her.

Oh, yeah. Well--

- You can just wait outside in the hall.
- Yeah.

- Ruthie, what's this all about?
- Shh.

Thanks.

- What? Are you crazy?
- There's cops all over the place.

Maggie--

Shh.

What are you, a dirty old man?

At least I ought to hear
what's going on.

- Come on, buy me some coffee.
- What about her?

- She's under the heat lamp.
- Well, I should stay here.

Where can she go?

Where is he, Maggie?

Look, honey, I wasn't kidding
about the cops. Get out of here.

Where is Fred Johnson? Tell me.

I can't do that.

You know what happened now.
Doesn't that change things?

Look, I know you kept me alive.
I won't forget it.

- Freddie didn't do it.
- He killed my wife.

I'll never believe that.

- VVhere's 103?
- What?

- Treatment Room 103. Where is it?
- There is no Room 103.

There are treatment rooms
on every floor, but there's no 103.

Lieutenant Gerard to all units.

Kimble is in the hospital.
I want this building sealed off.

McCaffey, Norton, Bauer, I want this
building searched from top to bottom.

Meet me in the lobby.

He takes me places. He talks to me.

You know what?
He even listens to me.

He cares about me,
you understand?

He even cares about my troubles.

Other guys weren't like that.

I've been running for three years,
Maggie.

Do you know what that's like?

You can end it for me here,
now, tonight.

Where is he?

Well, suppose they grab him.

- Suppose they hang the rap on him.
- He's guilty.

Now, look, Freddie might have
a wild temper, sure.

But he's no killer.

Ohh.

Listen.

I used to be
a pretty good-looking woman.

That was a lot of years ago.

For a woman, it isn't easy getting older,
especially if you're alone.

With Freddie,
I�m not alone anymore.

You see what
you're asking me to do?

Oh, boy.
All I get out of this is heartache.

Either way, I lose.

What happened, Maggie?
Why did you turn me in?

Oh, because he said if I didn't--

Then you talked to him.
Where is he?

- No.
- Maggie.

No, I don't. I--

Yes, I do. Did.

Maggie, where is he?
Please, Maggie, where is he?

Forget it.

Now, I know what you've done
for me.

I understand all that.

But honestly, I can't tell.

I can't.

- Hallet.
- Yes, here.

Would you hold this for me, please?
Thank you.

That's the cop. Get out of here.

Hallet, who authorized this?
Would you mind telling me?

The police are here.
You've got to get out.

VVhere's Kimble?

What are you talking about?
She's having a heat treatment.

With what?

- Get out of my way.
- Why? Where are you going?

Kimble went through there.
Don't try and stop me. it's a felony.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

I'm warning you,
get out of my way.

I'm a police officer. A man just came
through here. Where is he?

You mean the guy
from the mortuary?

- Mortuary?
- Sure.

- He just took off with a body.
- Kimble's in that hearse.

Call Lieutenant Rowan.
I want an APB on that hearse.

Broadcast a description. Stop it.

You, I want a full description
of that hearse

and a description
of what Kimble was wearing.

- Back to the rat race, huh?
- Oh, I never left it.

Well, I guess it isn�t so bad.

Look around. It could be worse.

Thank you.

Well, take it easy.

You kind of went for him, didn't you?

It's all one big roll of the dice, Maggie,
and nobody loses all the time.

Who says?
You should see my diary.

Believe me,
they all read about the same.

Can I take you down?

I'll be fine.

Just fine.

�1 will practice my profession

with conscience and dignity.

Even under threat,
I will not use my medical knowledge

contrary to the laws of humanity.

I make these promises solemnly,
freely and upon my honor.�

And for Richard Kimble, fugitive,
they still apply.