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( horn blaring )

NARRATOR: Name: Richard Kimble.

Profession: doctor of medicine.

Destination:

death row, state prison.

Richard Kimble has been tried and convicted

for the murder of his wife.

But laws are made by men,

carried out by men.

And men are imperfect.

Richard Kimble is innocent.

Proved guilty, what Richard Kimble could not prove

was that moments before discovering his wife's body,

he encountered a man running

from the vicinity of his home.

A man with one arm.

A man who has not yet been found.

Richard Kimble ponders his fate

as he looks at the world for the last time...

and sees only darkness.

But in that darkness,

fate moves its huge hand.

(horn blares)

( suspenseful theme playing )

( croaking )

( dramatic theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

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A QM production.

Starring David Janssen as the fugitive.

With guest stars: Claude Akins...

Joanna Moore...

Wright King.

ANNOUNCER:

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Sure hate to lose you, Doc.

What?

Well, most of these field hands, they go,

nobody remembers 'em from Adam.

Fella like you...

You got the, uh, itchy feet, huh, doc?

I don't like staying one place too long.

NARRATOR: Never in one place too long.

That's the first rule for a fugitive.

Always keep running.

Always with the nightmare fear

that one day the chase will catch up with him.

One day. Perhaps now.

Oh, we got company.

( tense theme playing )

( chuckles ): Oh, he is in a hurry, all right.

He's raising enough dust

to plant an orchard.

( car horn honks )

Come on, nobody's stopping you, you--

( car horn honking )

What's all the hoo-rah about?

I got a flat tire or something?

Were you working the beet fields?

You the one they call Doc?

Well, yeah, but that's a nickname.

I...

used to drive an ambulance.

Well, I've got a sick kid.

They say you know first aid.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean that--

Well--

Doc, we need you.

It won't take long.

Look, I told you I'm not a doctor. I'm...

If it's serious, uh, there's a doctor in town.

We've already called him.

He's on an emergency. He's out.

I'll pay you anything you ask.

It's not the money, it--

Well, where you want to go?

Bus depot?

I'll drop you off there later.

Just look at the boy.

What's wrong with him?

We don't know.

This morning he fell. All he did was scrape his arm.

That shouldn't be serious.

Well, that's what I mean.

He's bleeding a little.

No broken bones or anything.

What it is, is...

he doesn't seem to want to move.

He just lays there...

like he's half-asleep.

WOMAN: Dave?

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Is he going to help us?

Now, honey, please.

I'm worried.

Scared.

It's not far.

Only 10 or 15 minutes.

It would mean a lot to her.

Please.

Please.

I'm not sure I can help, but--

But if there's no one else, uh--

( dramatic theme playing )

Not too far to the cabin now.

Dirt road ahead.

How old's your boy?

How old? You mean--?

He's 8.

He's 8 years old.

( clicks radio on ) Helen.

( slow jazz music playing on radio )

( clicks radio off ) ( chuckles )

I'm sorry. I just get so used to the radio, you know?

Of course.

Is someone with your boy now?

Oh, sure.

My brother.

But you wouldn't know it.

Ralph is twice Dave's size, isn't he, Dave?

Yeah.

( suspense theme playing )

( whistles )

Hey, it's cold out here.

Ralph. We're back.

Ralph?

MAN ( on TV ): Now, ladies and gentlemen,

from just above the 18th green...

in this $30,000 Sunland Open golf tournament,

we look down on a threesome... Ralph.

I hear you.

...yesterday's first-round leader,

and a man that seems destined

to lead at the halfway mark.

Of course, you know we're talking about

21-year-old Harvey Grand.

"Sugar and spice and everything nice."

( giggles )

How about "Mink and sable...

if you're able."

( both laugh )

You the doc?

No, I told your brother

I'm not a doctor.

I couldn't get Dr. Goff.

He knows first aid.

Okay.

In here.

However, he blew a wedge out of the deep rough

from 90 yards to within six feet of the hole,

and thus has his birdie putt coming up.

Now, I know what you're gonna say.

I look familiar.

A lot of people look familiar.

Before we see that, let's take a look at Johnny Post,

27 years old, from Tacoma, Washington,

who had a one-over-par 72.

Ralph, please. There's still time. Call it off!

Davey, hold it down to a roar, will you?

We got something coming up on television.

You want to ruin the rating?

And he's putting for a birdie here.

Post is 15.

( snaps )

MAN ( on TV ): --a little bit to the left.

He'll play it onto the right edge.

( dramatic theme playing )

Hi.

Who are you?

Well, your folks asked me to fix your arm.

They're not my folks.

They're not.

So then who are they?

You can tell me.

What's your name?

Jimmie.

Jimmie.

Well, Jimmie, maybe I'd better--

I'd better take a look at this, huh?

What's this?

( gloomy theme playing )

In case I get hurt. People will know I'm a bleeder.

Ralph, that's a sick kid. He's a bleeder.

Suppose he dies.

Now, it's not too late.

You can still call it off.

You don't like it, go, get out.

Get out? I'm hooked.

The kid could identify me.

Why did you have to bring him here?

Why did you have to drag me into it?

Okay, you don't like it. What are you gonna do?

Blow the whistle on your own brother?

Oh, I'd like to.

I wish I could.

Just this once.

MAN ( on TV ): That's a birdie putt, and he doesn't quite get it down.

He settles for the par. ( applause )

That gives him a 4-over-par round of 75.

( metal clangs )

Uh, you must have seen that.

So?

Well, sure. That's why we brought you here.

That boy's a hemophiliac. He's a bleeder. He might die.

Relax. He won't die.

Are you sure, honey? I mean--

Oh, now, take it easy, bluebird.

You're rushing the signals.

You take care of him, huh?

I'm, uh--

I'm sort of counting on you.

NEWSMAN ( on TV ): Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt this program

to bring you a special appeal.

Here it is. Right on the dot.

Just like I said in the note.

Come here, doc.

You can have a box seat.

Here in the studio with me now

are Mr. and Mrs. Harold Franklin,

whose son Jimmie disappeared early this morning.

It has now been established beyond all doubt

that the boy was taken from his home.

Now, Mr. Franklin, we understand

that you've received a ransom note.

Yes. We found it in the mailbox this morning.

It's a great deal of money, but--

Please take care of him.

He's a hemophiliac, a-- A bleeder.

So be careful of him, please.

I mean, don't let him fall or-- Or scratch himself because--

Well, please.

We're collecting the money now.

I hope to have it in the morning.

But I insist on hearing from Jimmie himself.

Do you understand?

We now are going to show you

the latest photographs taken

of the kidnapped victim, Jimmie Franklin.

You know how much I'm collecting, doc?

We're collecting, honey.

We're collecting. My bluebird and me, to fly away on.

Two hundred thousand clean, no-tax bucks.

Two hundred grand.

NEWSMAN: If anyone has seen the boy

within the last 24 hours,

please notify your local police immediately.

Unless we hear from Jimmie...

I will not accede to any ransom.

I must be sure he is alive.

( dramatic theme playing )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Here.

Now, let's fix the arm.

How did you know I wasn't asleep before?

I had my eyes closed tight.

Yeah, too tight.

How'd you get this?

When he pulled me over the wall.

We have a big wall around our yard.

And he's strong.

Didn't you hurt yourself anywhere else?

Any pain?

Maybe we'd better check.

( dramatic theme playing )

This happen at the same time?

Does it hurt?

Don't you want to know how he is?

Or don't you see anything in this bed

but, uh, sable and mink?

Well, now, don't blame this on me.

It was Ralph's idea.

A girl has to do what her husband says.

You mean you're married?

Well, of course I am.

What do you think I am?

I'll be right back, Jimmie.

Room service, doc.

Davey brought 'em in, but, uh...

don't overtip him.

I don't want you to spoil him.

He's my kid brother. I kind of feel responsible.

How's the boy?

Your name is Simmons, isn't it?

Ralph Simmons?

I thought I'd seen you.

You know, everybody thought

that you'd just about hit bottom

when they kicked you out of pro football,

but I guess everybody was wrong, right?

I was framed.

They never proved a thing.

They never proved I was hooked in with the fixers.

Weren't you?

Ralph!

( grunts ) Ralph, stop it!

You're always ready with your fists!

Now, let's be smart this time. We need him.

He can be our ticket to South America.

Remember: hot sun, white sand?

You promised me, honey bear.

You'll have it.

Doc...the boy, how is he?

I don't know how the boy is.

With hemophiliacs, it's, uh--

It's hard to tell.

You watch for complications.

Complications?

Internal bleeding.

Sometimes even the slightest bruise.

What bruise? You think I'd hit a kid?

You dragged him over a wall.

He should be in a hospital under observation.

You observe him!

If he's gonna sound right when he talks to his parents,

I'll need some drugs.

Yeah? Like what?

Coagulant.

Something to stop the bleeding.

There's a drugstore in town.

Dave can drive me in.

Yeah.

( tense theme playing )

Yeah, Davey could drive you...

right to the cops.

You drive. Davey can go with you.

What do you need, doc?

I'll write it down for you.

No-- Don't write anything.

Davey's a smart one. He can remember it.

Vitamin K. It's a standard coagulant.

Except that you may have-- Except what?

Except that you may need a prescription.

So give him one!

I told you, I'm not a doctor.

If I go with him, maybe I can talk

to the druggist.

Well...maybe she can talk to him better.

Bluebird, you just smile at the man,

he'll give you anything you want.

Go on.

Oh, well, it's vitamin K.

K, like after J.

What are you doing?

Well, I'm trying to get

my shaving kit out of here.

Thought maybe I could stop the bleeding

with this styptic pencil.

Sorry I don't have anything for nerves.

Well, go on!

( tense theme playing )

Now, this will sting a little.

We're gonna keep this on for a while.

It might get a little tight, but--

Don't worry about it.

I'll...keep checking on you.

Come on. Just slide down.

Get some sleep.

Louis Pasteur.

Come on, I'll buy you a drink.

No, thanks.

Come on, it's on the house.

Not tonight.

How's the kid?

Asleep.

You should have seen his bedroom.

Big enough for a bowling alley.

How old would you say that kid is, doc?

Seven, 8 years?

What's the difference?

You know where I slept when I was his age?

On the floor, with a burlap sack for a blanket.

To keep from freezing,

we used to scrounge lumps of coal

from the railroad yard. And...pajamas?

Did you see that kid's pajamas?

You know what I had?

You had a chance most men would give an arm for.

Yeah, I know all about you. I read the sports page.

Football scholarship.

Big man on campus. All-American.

Yeah, you had it made.

Anything I got I paid for it.

Quit school, didn't you?

Well, I-- Couple of profs, they had it in for me.

Why? Wouldn't they lead a cheer for you

when you came into the classroom?

Yeah, you quit school and joined the pros.

Why? More cheers? More money?

Now, I earned it.

I broke my back for that kid's old man,

and what did he ever do for me,

except sit in that meeting

with the other owners and point the finger at me,

and get me kicked out.

You got yourself kicked out.

You and the gamblers.

You were their boy-- Now, look--

I know.

You never had a chance.

Where's the bathroom? I'll get you a crying towel.

If I didn't need you...

( tense theme playing )

If I just didn't need you...

You sure? Vitamin K?

That's right.

I knew you, uh, wouldn't want any vitamin A.

Not with a nice complexion like yours.

( giggles )

Well, isn't that sweet of you.

If I didn't have a date tonight, I'd--

We're in sort of a rush, if you don't mind.

Oh, uh, not a bit. Uh-- Just let me look.

( tense theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

Oh. I didn't have any.

I thought I'd, uh, phone the drugstore over in Hastings.

Well, it's not that important.

Oh, wouldn't be any trouble.

We'll pick it up someplace else. Thanks anyway.

( door closes )

( car doors close )

( car starts )

( dramatic theme playing )

Uh, this is Walter Maddox.

Is the sheriff there?

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

( groaning )

All right, Jimmie.

Let's take a look at your arm.

Hey, it looks okay, huh?

Not bad.

We'll leave this off for a while.

Help your circulation.

Say something, kid. Let's hear the voice.

Am I going home?

Hey, that's pretty good.

It's not loud, but it's clear.

Listen...when I get you to the telephone,

you remember to say:

"I'm all right, Dad."

Davey.

It's your turn.

Changing of the guard.

( chuckles ): Yeah.

Wish I had that vitamin K.

I'm sorry.

When that druggist started phoning around,

I got scared.

Level with me.

You could have written

that prescription, couldn't you?

Nope.

But you could have once.

I can't remember that far back.

Can't? Or-- Or don't want to?

A man like you, educated,

hiring out as a migrant worker.

You're running, aren't you?

Well, why aren't you?

Why don't you get out of all this?

You didn't have anything to do with the kidnapping.

Jimmie told me.

Maybe I'm trapped.

Maybe I could use some of that ransom money.

Um, maybe you're afraid of your brother.

Why? Because he's Big Ralph Simmons?

He is my brother.

( laughs )

And you know what they say.

"Blood is thicker than water."

Yeah.

Yeah, some of it is.

And some of it isn't.

SHERIFF: No, that's all we have.

Yeah. Yeah, it would have been easier

if he'd have gotten the license number.

Command. State police?

Yeah.

Here's a copy of the area alert.

That's a real long shot.

I mean, just because

a couple people ask for Vitamin K.

And they got jumpy and wouldn't wait for it?

And it is a coagulant?

And we know that the Franklin boy

is a hemophiliac?

No, look, let's just keep all the patrols out.

Every car we got.

We do have a pretty good description of the couple

and the car they were driving.

At least we've got some clues.

( groans )

I hope they're not as cold as that coffee.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Pretty good trap play.

Except I'm too smart.

Conk me on the head,

grab the keys, and away you go.

Besides, that bottle's still half full.

Ha. You don't want to waste all that good whiskey.

Tell me something, doc.

Were you going to cut out all by yourself,

or were you gonna be a hero

and take the kid with you? Huh?

( dramatic theme playing )

( mouthing dialogue )

Tsk.

Oh, you.

You shouldn't look at people

when they don't know.

It's not polite.

( groaning )

Now, you stop that.

You're fine.

( groaning )

Now, you want to go home, don't you?

Well, you won't if you keep acting like a baby.

Now, you say it:

"I don't hurt."

( groans )

Say it!

I don't hurt.

You're fine.

Say it.

I'm fine.

Tsk.

Pretending like that.

Trying to scare me.

Trying to do me out of my trip.

You know where we're going?

South America.

Ralph says once we get down there,

they can't bring us back.

Cops or nobody.

( sniffles )

Do you know how much

$200,000 will buy?

It's like a million here.

Emeralds and diamonds.

And it's warm all the year round.

You can swim every day.

Honey, I have a bikini.

Well, talk about a good-neighbor policy.

Now, you just be a good-- ( screams )

( dramatic theme playing )

The arm's all right.

How long has he been complaining?

Complaining? I--

Easy, doc. You'll scare him.

He's already scared.

Why didn't you tell me, Jimmie?

Now, Jimmie, don't be afraid.

Now, why did you hide the pain?

She said that if I cried,

couldn't go home.

Uh, you'll go home, Jimmie, no matter what she says.

All right, so he's got a bruise. So what?

Everybody gets banged up once in a while.

He's not just everybody, he's a hemophiliac.

Bruise can mean internal bleeding.

He needs a hospital. He needs it now.

No hospital.

There's one in Bellinda, off-- We'll wait.

What, till he dies?

Now, you get something straight.

I got 200 grand riding on that kid,

and until I get it, he goes no place.

Not the hospital. Not home. No place.

Only to that telephone.

Dave.

You keep an eye on him and that kid.

( ominous theme playing )

It looks like they stopped here yesterday,

asked for a doctor.

Any identification on them?

No, sir. Strangers.

No doc here so they hightailed it off.

The state police want that area roadblocked

while they run a house-to-house.

Unit 4, take intersection

of Highways...

106...

and 22.

( whistles )

106 and 22.

Okay, we're on our way.

( dramatic theme playing )

I'm cold.

It's the ice, Jimmie.

You think it'll help?

Well, that's why we're doing it.

Can I have some more ice?

( dramatic theme playing )

Come on.

RALPH: Davey.

Davey!

Damn it, answer me when I call--

How long ago?

Oh, let him go, Ralph. Oh, you've got a fat chance.

Come on. Helen!

Helen!

( dramatic theme playing )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

You okay?

Hello.

Hello!

( tires screech )

( dramatic theme playing )

They could be anywhere.

We'll never find him.

We'll find him. He's got the kid with him.

Don't look at me. Look for him.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Wait.

Uh, wait a minute. Please.

( dog barking, growling )

Could I use your telephone to call an ambulance?

Raus. Go.

How about using your pickup?

Maybe you could drive us to the hospital.

Hospital.

( growling )

Is there anyone else in the house?

This is a sick boy. He needs a hospital.

( speaking German )

Go. I-- I'll set the dog on you.

I'll send the dog.

They'll catch us.

No, they won't.

Yes, they will.

We'll walk right into 'em.

( engine starts )

( dog barking )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Bellinda.

That's where the hospital is.

It should be smooth from now on.

No more bumps. You all right?

I'm okay.

What's that?

It's a roadblock.

Jimmie, if I put you down, can you walk?

Uh, that's the police. Uh--

There are reasons why I--

Well, if they see me with you, I--

I can't walk.

You said the hospital.

You've got to take me. You-- You've got to.

( ominous theme playing )

All right, get down on the floor.

Cover up with the blanket.

Anything?

I don't know.

You know that German woman,

bought the Gower place?

She's screaming about someone stealing

her pickup truck.

That's not for us.

No, but...

she said something

about a man looking for a hospital.

A man with a boy wrapped in a blanket.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Come on, Jimmie, we're here.

There's the hospital.

You just hang on for five minutes,

and you'll have more doctors

around you than you can count.

Louis Pasteur.

Bellinda Hospital.

You called the signals yourself.

What took you so long? We've been here 10 minutes,

and we took the back road

to get around the roadblock.

You'll never make it.

Why don't you just go over to the car and get in.

You must be out of your mind,

trying to get him back.

Right here in the middle of town.

( slow jazz playing on radio )

( clicks radio off )

( tense theme playing )

Tsk.

Dave, honey, you worry too much.

Now, look at this boy. Look at his color.

You know what that means?

So he's sleepy.

You see that door, Jimmie?

That's a hospital.

Now, you go on and walk right through that door.

Go on.

( grunting )

You're out of your league.

Go on, Jimmie. Get in the hospital. Go on!

( glass shatters )

Go on.

Well, what are you waiting for? A red carpet?

Turned it off, Ralph.

You hear? That big spotlight.

They turned it off.

You're not a football hero anymore.

Face it.

Uh, why can't you face it?

Hey, I want you to come with me.

You don't need me, Jimmie.

Will I ever see you again?

Yeah, sure you will.

Where's the boy?

The boy?

Come on.

He's in the car.

He's in the trunk of the car.

Come on, I'll take you there.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

He's a hemophiliac.

Internal bleeding.

Well, don't just stand there, nurse.

Oh, MedicAlert. Yes, sir.

( dramatic action theme playing )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Jimmie. We got them, you know.

They're in jail.

Yes, sir.

You'll be asked to tell what happened.

Jimmie, this, um-- This doctor--

The one who brought you here.

We can't find him.

What about the migrant camp?

SHERIFF: We checked.

The name he used there was a false one.

He's disappeared, son.

Can you, um...

Can tell us anything about him?

His-- His name?

No, sir.

I remember.

It's...Pas-teur.

Louis Pasteur.

( playful theme playing )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

( rock slaps water )

NARRATOR: Another path. Another road.

Roads that twist and wind

and lead nowhere.

Richard Kimble...

fugitive.

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )