All language subtitles for The Fugitive - 04x07 - Second Sight_prob3

- Yeah?
- This gentleman seems

to have had some trouble.

- Does he live here?
- Howie.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's me, Uncle Jack.

- Thanks a lot.
- You're quite welcome.

- Thank you.
- Good luck to you, sir.

Thanks.

- What are you doing with the fuzz?
- Fuzz?

Are you out of your mind?

Can't you find this place
without asking directions?

Howie, I can't see. I'm blind.

Well, mister, you'd have been
better off buying a seeing-eye dog.

That dame that just brought you here
was a cop.

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 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.

Tim Considine,

William Sargent.

For a fugitive to survive,
he must rely entirely upon his senses.

Richard Kimble has survived

because his senses
have become exceptional.

The world is his jungle.

And the tiger he stalks
is a man with one arm.

From Kimble's years in this jungle,
he has learned to miss nothing

and to react quickly,
as one must in a jungle.

Yeah?

I'm looking for Howard Keever.

What for?

Are you a friend of his?

Maybe.

I want to talk to him.

Is he in trouble again?

No, I just want to talk to him.

For $1.89, I can get a half-gallon.

Here.

Bowling alley, a couple of saloons,

two blocks down
and three blocks over.

- He hangs around down there.
- What does he look like?

Oh, skinny kid. Medium height.

He wears a sort of gray
windbreaker.

He's got a smart mouth.

Ask anybody.

- Thanks, Sid.
- Have fun.

Hi, Mr. Macklin.

Bowling tonight, huh?

- Yeah. League night.
- Heh.

Howie, how did that picture
you took of me come out?

My pictures always come out good.

You, uh, want to buy a copy?

What will it cost me?

Twenty-five bucks.

That's a lot of money, Howie.

Sure, for a picture of just you alone,
but that was a group shot.

That brunette you were with
kind of raises the price.

Howie, I'm gonna give you a chance
to lower the price.

Sorry. Maybe your wife
would like to buy it.

I gave you your chance.

Now I'm gonna show you
what happens

to small-time blackmailers
when they mess with me.

And when I finish with you, I am gonna
make you eat that camera of yours.

You'll be sorry, you lousy slob.

You starting to
get the message, punk?

Drop dead.

Forget it.
Kid deserves what he's getting.

As long as
they don't bust up the furniture.

You show that picture
to anybody, anybody, and I'll kill you.

Wait a minute. He’s had enough.
He’s had enough.

Yes, he has.
He's not worth going to jail for.

Here.

Thanks.

You working with him?

Just delivering pictures.

Come on.

Give me my pictures.

You got a car?

A motorcycle out front.

All right, come on.

Take it easy.

My camera.

You're lucky.
I don't think you have a cracked rib.

• HOWIE.-i Yeah, sure

Who are you anyway?

My name's Jack Anderson.

What do you want from me?

You made an extra copy.

I'll fix that slob good.

He said he'd kill you, Howie.
I think he meant it.

Yeah, maybe so.

Maybe he would've come close tonight
if you hadn't showed up.

You're welcome.

I'm looking for the one-armed man.
Do you know him?

I might.

Don't tell him anything
without him paying you.

He's got money.

Why don't you get lost?

Smart-mouth.

That's your landlord?

My uncle. His name's Wingo.

He's a creep.

What do you want this guy for?

We have some business together.

It's worth $5 to me

if you can tell me where
I can find him.

His name is Fred Johnson.

No, it ain't.

The guy in this picture's
name is Walters.

All right, his name is Walters.

How bad do you wanna see him?

Ten dollars' worth.

All right.

He hangs out in that bar
we were in tonight.

Thank you.

- Did you do all these pictures?
- Yeah.

- They’re pretty good.
- Sure, they’re good. I’m good.

Nobody buys shots like that.

Well, that fellow wasn't buying
the other kind either.

So I guessed wrong on him.
I don't miss too often.

- So long, Howie.
- Yeah.

There you are.

Walters been in this evening?

Oh, he left about ten minutes ago.

- You all right?
- Expect him back?

No, he went to work.

He's a night watchman
down at the chemical warehouse.

Yeah? Where is that?

- It's down at the foot of Delano Street.
- Thank you.

Evening, folks.

Skip n.

I'm telling you, Walters, I got
information that's worth money to you.

What is it?

The money first. Ten bucks.

Get lost.

All right, you creep. You'll be sorry.

Emergency.

Take this man up to
the third floor east, please.

He's coming to, doctor.

Easy now. Just take it easy.

You seem to be in one piece.

Respiration good.
Heart beat fast, but strong.

I don't think you're even in shock.

But, doctor--

Easy, my friend.
I think you're gonna be fine.

But I can't see. I can't see.

I can't see.

Can you remember
anything about the explosion?

The kind it was, uh, color, size?
Anything like that?

I was very close.

It was white. Very white.

Can you see any light at all?

Hardly any.

You're probably more comfortable
if you keep your eyes closed.

Yeah.

I haven't found any tissue damage
in the eye,

but there may be some.

You were knocked unconscious, too,
I understand.

How does your head feel now?

- It's sore.
- It's possible you have a skull fracture.

There may be some damage
to the optic nerve.

We'll know more
after you've been x-rayed.

I want a skull plate now.

You can have him change later.
I'll call X-ray. Take him down.

Doctor, the men from
the Fire Department wanna talk to him.

That turned out to be quite a blaze.

They can wait.

We're gonna take you down to X-ray.

You said
there was no tissue damage.

I'm not entirely sure about that.

There'll be an ophthalmologist here
tomorrow morning.

He'll go over your eyes thoroughly.

Sometimes, cases like yours return
to normal without any treatment at all.

But not often.

Don't give up too easily,
Mr. Anderson.

X-ray.

Hi, there. How are you feeling?

Going down?

Sergeant Denny.

Yes.

What?

Now, just a minute, please.

You say this man was injured
in an explosion and you think it's who?

Dr. Kimble.

Dr. Richard Kimble?

I see.

Uh, who's this calling, please?

Hello? Hello?

Uh, operator, Sergeant Denny here.

Get me whoever's on duty
at Allegheny General, will you, please?

I guess he thought
they were wheeling him into surgery

when he came to
and started yelling.

Boy, was he scared.

I guess he thought they were gonna
take off the other arm.

Where is the man I with one arm now?

On the third floor, just a minute ago.
We went right by him.

Actually, he wasn't really hurt.
I think he's being discharged.

I’ll go see if they’re ready
for us in X-ray.

Officer Garcia! telephone. Officer Garcia, telephone.

- Officer Garcia?
- Yeah.

Thank you. Officer Garcia. Yeah.

What explosion?

Yeah. Sure, I know about it.

Doctor who?

Kimble.

Uh, how do you spell that, huh?

Thank you. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

Yeah, I've got it.

Okay, sergeant. Right away.

Where did they take those two
from the chemical warehouse fire?

Just a minute.

Third floor, the east ward.

Call up there
and tell them not to let anybody leave.

Yes, sir.

Hello?

Car 27, investigate
prowler, 1937 East Osborn.

Car 18,
negative want on that License,

Car 14, Car 20, proceed
to Allegheny General Hospital.

Apprehend a fugitive.

See Officer Garcia.

- That's the man.
- You're sure?

There's no doubt about it.

Mm. That's him, sergeant.

- Ten thousand dollars reward?
- Yeah.

All right.

Is there a chance you could be
mistaken about his blindness?

No, sir. He can distinguish
between light and dark, but just barely.

I'd say he's practically helpless.

Locked out again.

You have a feeling
they don't appreciate our patronage?

You miscalculated again.

- We didn't make it last till daylight.
- Ha, ha.

I think we have a visitor. Shh.

Get up.

Easy, friend. Easy.

I can’t see.
Where are you taking me?

Just a little place
where you can lie down.

- Come on.
- Come on, now.

- There's a step here.
- That's it. One more.

Now just sit down. Unh.

Friend.

You don't happen to have a small bottle
of liquor on your person, do you?

Ahem. I'm trying to get to 2144 South
Fulton. Could you help me get there?

It's a long way from here.

You're in pretty bad shape.
You want us to go there for you?

Well, if you could,

try to find a guy
by the name of Howie Keever.

- Howie Keever.
- Bring him back here.

I...

I think there's at least $10 here.

You take some and give him some.

Howie Keever. No one else.

- Just Howie Keever.
- Howie Keever. No one else.

Easy, easy, easy.

It's a long way across town

and one small drink apiece
would help very much.

Indeed it would.

- Ha, ha, ha.
- No shuffleboard, though.

Oh, of course not.
One small drink apiece.

Well, that’s it so far.

It was a little after 3 a.m.
when he was last seen at the hospital.

Nobody's seen him since.
At least nobody's said anything about it.

What about this Walters,
the night watchman?

What happened to him?

I'd give a lot to find out.

Say, do you remember anything
about the Kimble case at all?

No, not too much.
He killed his wife, didn't he?

Yeah, he was convicted
and sentenced.

You know, I remembered something
about a one-armed man,

so I checked the files.

Kimble claimed
he saw a one-armed man

running from the house
the night of the murder.

So?

So the night watchman, Walters,
has an arm missing.

And that anonymous phone call you
got about Kimble being in the hospital

doesn't seem so anonymous
any more.

Right.

That's why I want Walters too.

Listen, get that description of him
on the air.

- Okay.
- All right.

Hold it, mister, right where you are!

What's the matter with you?
What are you doing in here?

Do you know you came close
to being fried?

- Can't you read English?
- I don't know where I am. I'm blind.

Oh. Here, hang on to me.

Let's go.

Hey, mister,
how did you get in there?

A couple of guys said
they'd help me.

I was in an accident.

Sure look it.
You were almost in another one.

- Sam, get to a phone--
- I'll be all right

if you can just get me
to South Fulton.

- That's clear across town.
- I know.

I guess I got further away from home
than I thought.

You see, when my dog was hurt
in the accident, I was pretty upset.

- Seeing-eye dog, huh?
- Yeah.

Well, mister, we can’t take time off
to get you home,

but Sam could run you to the corner
to the bus stop.

The driver could tell you
where to transfer.

- Sure. Come on.
- Thank you.

All right, guys, let's get to work.

And I wanna know which one of you
lame brains was the last out last night

and left the gate open. Let's go.

Sorry, Sarge.

No matter how bad you need a drink,
I can't give you one for an hour.

- It's against the law.
- Ha-ha-ha.

That's the fifth time
I've heard the same line this morning.

Don't any of you guys have
any imagination?

Come on. I wanna talk to you.

Do you remember seeing this man
in here last night by any chance?

Yeah, I think I do. Something a little
different about him, though.

- Dark hair.
- Yeah, that's it.

He was asking for Walters,
the night watchman.

What time was that?

About midnight. No, a little after.

Because Walters had left
about ten minutes before.

Did you tell him where
to find Walters?

Well, I didn’t have any reason not to.

Did you see that?

Yeah, some picture.

Wait a minute.

"Photo by H. Keever."

Keever?

The only Keever I know is Howie.

Yeah.

Kid sure takes a great picture, huh?

Yeah.

All I'm saying is that you were very
lucky to get that good a shot.

And all I'm saying is so what?

Howie.

You've been in and out
of juvenile hall often enough

for me to pull you in on anything,
including suspicion of arson.

So watch your mouth, huh?

What, you think I’d set a fire like that
just to get a picture?

I hope not.

I was riding home
and I heard the sirens. That's all.

So I got right over there.

Ever see this man?

Maybe. I don't know.

Keep it, now.

If you should run across him,
call me.

- Okay?
- Yeah. Yeah, sure, Sarge.

I heard what he said.
Let me see that.

Ten G's.

And you had it right in your hand.

Shut up, will you?

Pardon me, sir. Can I help you?

I seem to be lost.

Should I call someone for you?
You look as if you've been hurt.

I fell down a couple of times.

But if I can just get to
2144 South Fulton, I'd appreciate it.

You're just a block from it.
What number?

- Two-one-four-four.
- I'll take you there.

Thank you.

- Yeah?
- This gentleman seems

to have had some trouble.

- Does he live here?
- Howie.

Uh, yeah. Yeah, it's me, Uncle Jack.

- Thanks a lot.
- You're quite welcome.

- Thank you.
- Good luck to you, sir.

Thanks.

- What are you doing with the fuzz?
- Fuzz?

Are you out of your mind?

Can't you find this place
without asking directions?

Howie, I can't see. I'm blind.

Well, mister, you'd have been
better off buying a seeing-eye dog.

That dame that just brought you here
was a cop.

- Here, some coffee.
- Thank you.

- That shirt okay?
- Mm.

It's fine.

You know how lucky you were
it was me and not Wingo

- who answered the door?
- Yeah.

Well, you can’t stay here.
That’s for sure.

Look, there was a cop here
an hour ago with a poster on you.

When that cop gets back to the station,
she's gonna see an all-points bulletin.

She'll remember just where
she brought you.

You're right. I can't stay here.

What, you think you got
a claim on me

just because you keep me
from getting pushed around some?

Give me one good reason why
I shouldn't turn you in

for the 10 G-'S right now.

I'll give you two reasons.

First reason, I'm innocent.

Second, you've got to help me find
that one-armed man named Walters.

Walt-- What are you talking about?

He killed my wife.

You've got to help me find him.

Afterwards, you can turn me in
for the reward.

For a doc, you’re not too smart,
you know?

You just don't know when to quit.

I guess so.

Maybe you're one of those people
who loves to keep getting hurt.

I'm just not guilty and he is.
That's all there is to it.

Well...

All right, all right.

I know a couple of places
where you can hide.

It'd be better to wait until dark,
but we can't take a chance.

Come on.

You ain't going anywhere.

- Wingo, get out of the way. What--?
- Hold it.

Everybody, hold it.

I'm a detective, Dr. Kimble.

You're under arrest.

- Look, Kimble, I didn't have--
- Stay out of it, Howie.

Could be in a lot of trouble.

This way, doctor.

Ton glad. Ton 6%. Ton.

There's no fracture of any kind.
No cranial damage.

At least none that can be
detected by x-ray.

As you well know, doctor,
there are cases similar to yours

when vision has returned
without any treatment at all.

I know.

Good luck, doctor.

Marley.

I'll leave these
with Detective Campbell.

Thanks for your trouble, doctor.

You'll be going back to Indiana
in a little while.

Detective Campbell
will be taking you back.

How did you find out
I was in the hospital?

Got a phone call.

From Johnson.
He must have seen me.

- Who’s Johnson?
- The man with one arm.

The man that killed my wife.

The man that phoned you,
was he waiting at the hospital?

No. Why should he?

Don't you think
that's a little strange?

There's a $10,000 reward
for information leading to my arrest.

Why wouldn’t he stick around
for the money?

I've had an all-points out on him
ever since I found out he was missing.

I'm gonna do my best to catch him.

Well, good luck, sergeant.

I've been doing my best
for some time now.

Get a good look at him last night?

He was the man I saw
the night my wife was killed.

Howie Keever's waiting to see you.
You wanna talk to him?

All right.

I'd like to, uh...

I'd like to have Howie Keever get
the reward money, or at least part of it.

Would it help if I said
he was responsible for my arrest?

- Unofficially?
- Unofficially.

Yes, it would.

Good luck, doctor.

Bring Howie Keever in.

Howie.

Dr. Kimble just made the statement

that you were responsible
for his capture, not Wingo.

I never turned you in.

I know, Howie.
You didn't have the chance.

- What would I do with 10 grand?
- You'd think of something.

Hey, what's the matter?
You feel okay?

Yeah, just a little dizzy.

Well, look, I just came over
to say so long.

And to tell you I didn't rat on you,
but you already knew that.

And about your wife...

Hey, you listening to me?

Yeah, I'm listening.

Well, if you say you didn't knock off
your wife, all right, I believe you.

Even if it don't do any good.

You look different.

I--

You can see.

Thanks, Howie.

Ready to go, doctor?

Hold out your hands, please.

Duck your head.

Easy does it.
Now there's some steps coming up.

Right here. Easy.

Yeah, it's a rail. Got it?
Okay, down we go. That's right.

That's good. Keep going.

More. One more. One more.

Right, good. Okay, straight ahead.
That's fine.

Hey, officer, hold it for a picture.

Get out of here, Howie.

Why? All I did was take a picture.
You're the one who clobbered him.

Come on. I'll give you a lift.

Hey, wait a minute.

Here, your 10 bucks.

I owe you a lot, Howie.

No, I held them up for 100 bucks
on those fire pictures.

Far as anything else goes,
you did me a turn and I did you one.

I figure we're even.

Good luck.

You, too, doc.

But let me tell you something.

If Wingo hadn’t blown the whistle on you, maybe I wouldn’t have

I don't know.

But from here on, I don't owe you.

If I see you again,
I go for the 10 grand right now.

Fair enough.

And so, Richard Kimble,
fugitive, is back in the jungle again,

where, as always,
he must be the prey of others

until the day when, once more, he can become the hunter.