All language subtitles for The Fugitive - 04x24 - The Savage Street_prob3

NARRATOR: Next.

[NARRATOR READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

OLLIE: Hey, someone's coming.

Jimmy.

I know you're in there.

It's Papa.

Richard Kimble,

if you're holding my son
against his will, I swear I'll kill you.

No one is holding me
against my will, Papa.

I'm here because I wish to be.

And I wish you to be home.

I'll talk to you later.

- You go on home and wait for me.
- No, Papa.

Jimmy, I'm ordering you.

You will not defy your father.

That man in there is a killer.

I'm going to take him prisoner.

[NARRATOR READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

NARRATOR: 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 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:

Gilbert Roland, Michael Ansara,

Tom Nardini.

[NARRATOR READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

Hi, there, chico.

Would you believe that
this is a customs inspection.

We've gotta know
what's in the box.

In the luggage, stupid.

Maybe chico doesn't
speak English.

Any of you guys habla Espanol?

I'm a little rusty, yeah.

We got to be very careful because
he might be smuggling arms to Castro.

So there's only
one way to settle it.

Give me the box, chico.

He don't hear too good, does he.

JIMMY: Hey, give me that.

A little out of tune.

BANKS: Play us a tune, Cotton.
Come on, play us a little tune.

- Beautiful.
- Nice.

Wild.

NARRATOR: Big cities breed
indifference to the problems of others.

But some men cannot
remain detached.

Men like Richard Kimble. And
involvement can lead to danger.

Come on, break it up. Come on.

Okay, come on.

That's all.

Who invited you in?

There were only three of you. I
thought you could use some help.

You're a riot.

We just wanted a
look at the fiddle.

All right, come on.

Here.

All right?

A couple of fresh
scratches, maybe.

I wasn't looking for trouble.
A neighborhood like this

you carry one of these around,
it's like sending out invitations.

You'll tell Papa Tony
it wasn't my fault?

Otherwise, what they didn't do to
my violin, he's gonna do to my hide.

Yeah, I'll tell him. Come
on now. I'll walk you.

- Hello, Tony.
- Hi, there.

How was the lesson today, Jimmy?

Fine, Papa, it went fine.

ANZA: Good.

I don't wanna hear from the professor
again you're falling down on practice.

You don't have it so hard you
can't squeeze in two hours a day.

Yes, Papa.

ANZA: Stay with it, son.

Another year or so, who knows,

maybe your own recital.

It's possible.

You read the papers all the time
about kids no older than my Jimmy.

Prodigies they call
them. Prodigies.

To be blessed with such a gift, it's
just like having a saint in the family.

For my son, the world.

All that is good and beautiful.

A father's dream.

Okay, boy, now let's see what
kind of music you make with a broom.

Say, Tony, Mercedes
wants you to stay for dinner.

She's going to have
chuletas de puerco.

You like the Moros y Cristianos,
wait until you taste these.

Hey, boy.

- Papa.
- What happened to you?

Papa... ANZA: Come here.

Just what I thought.

And you promised me
you won't fight any more.

- I know, Papa, but...
- I know, you know.

You know better than anyone.

You won first prize in a
good-citizenship contest.

It was not his fault. He
couldn't help it, Anza.

ANZA: There are two sides
to every street, aren't there?

Maybe the boy
didn't have a chance.

He can run, can't he?

A coward runs.

Would you want that
name for your own son?

Coward.

You think that's worse than
the names they call him now?

Up and down the
block, in every window

there's a pair of eyes,
watching, waiting.

You know what they're watching
for? What they're waiting for?

They want to see Anza's kid in
the gutter, brawling like an animal.

That's where they
want you to be, son.

You know that.

Why do you think I buy you a
violin instead of a switchblade?

Papa! What are you gonna do?

They attacked you, didn't they?

They attacked you
with no provocation.

I'm calling your uncle Miguel.

The police?

Anza, they're growing up.

And in a big city, fighting
is part of growing up.

I don't want to see you do this.

That street out
there belongs to me.

My family walks it, same
as anyone, proud as anyone.

America...

You were born here, Tony,
and you take all this for granted.

Don't.

I know.

I lived through it.

I love this land.
But the kids...

They bother me.

Today they steal hubcaps, tomorrow
they come with blood on their hands.

A citizen not only have
rights, he has obligations.

He ever forgets that,
soon he's got nothing.

Why don't I make these deliveries
now the trucks are back, isn't it?

Save the trip for later. I got a
whole batch of panatellas to finish.

You take the molds off the
press and box the coronas.

Besides, I think Miguel might
wanna ask you some questions.

Hi, Jimmy.

So you're having
a little trouble, huh?

Not a little trouble.

I told you on the phone, they
could have hurt him badly.

Jimmy's not a tourist, you know.
This block belongs to him, too.

Don't you want him to belong?

- To all this?
- Especially to this.

A violin's not a friend,
Jose, it's not a pet.

It's a lonely thing, a violin.

A violin doesn't shed blood.

It already has.

Now you claim these
kids jumped Jimmy.

I say they jumped the violin.

Until they separate
the boy from the violin,

they're gonna go
right on jumping.

That's why you're
here. To stop them.

Now you've gotta let
Jimmy take his lumps.

Let him do the
separating, boy from violin.

Once they accept him,
they'll accept the difference.

He should stand
and fight all the time?

- Is that it?
- Of course, I'm saying fight.

For self-respect,
for acceptance.

His. Theirs. Win, lose,
draw, it doesn't matter.

Just so long as
he's acknowledged.

ANZA: By street punks,
hoodlums, delinquents?

Jose, stop kidding yourself.
There's an animal in everybody.

Even here in America. We
each have one foot in the jungle.

A policeman's outlook.

[SPEAKS SPANISH]

ANZA: I want to swear
out a citizen's complaint.

You heard me.

A citizen's complaint.

- You're not going to oblige me?
- Mike?

My mother raised
two sons, one an idiot.

Is there any doubt
which is which?

Now Jimmy's word is not enough.

You're gonna need a witness.

My guess is you won't find
one in this neighborhood.

Hm.

Tony, come here.

Tony, this is my
brother, Miguel.

This his partner, Benton.

Tony is working for me
until Salvador gets back.

He's a good man.

Honest. Reliable.

Tell them what you
saw, Tony. Go on.

- Well, I...
- Okay. I already have the description.

All right, we'll round them up,
maybe give them a little scare.

Let me tell you something, Jose.

I know those kids. They're not
so bad. Not like some around here.

No blades, no zip
guns, no tire chains.

But you start leaning on them too hard,
you can't tell which way they'll fall.

All I want is my
family to be protected.

You think I'm wrong?

I think you're wrong about a lot
of things. That's your privilege.

Unfortunately, somebody else
may have to bear the consequences.

Miguel.

If it were my Jimmy, witnesses
would be lined up ten deep.

Maybe.

But you'll never know
for sure, will you?

Foster. Foster High School.
I thought I recognized you.

Varsity basketball squad.

Tony Fanelli?

My name is Maxwell.

Maxwell? No kidding.
And you didn't go to Foster?

Well, you're a dead ringer
for him and that's a fact.

I guess I got one of those
faces that everyone finds familiar.

Sorry. Thought I had
run into an old friend.

Anza, Jimmy...

What about you, Tony?

You think I'm wrong, too?

I don't know.

I think you do what
you have to do, that's all.

Yeah.

For me, the cane fields,
tobacco plantation, now this.

I make cigars. It's as far as I
can go. I know it, I accept it.

But for my boy, for my son,

I want people, even
royalty to bow their heads.

You said yourself
you're not sure.

We can check it fast enough.

Let's swing by the station,
look at some wanted posters.

That could take hours.

You'd rather spend
the rest of the afternoon

chasing kids up and
down fire escapes?

You know, if you're right about
this Maxwell, he really is hot.

My fine, upstanding, self-righteous
brother's got a lot more to worry about

than a bunch of
troublemaking kids. Let's go.

I saw your friends
here before, chico.

Who?

You know, the guys in
the fancy suits, the cops.

They're not my friends.

No, he just calls the
cops to exercise his lungs.

You shouldn't have
done that, chico.

That was very poor judgment.

It wasn't me.

If there's one thing worse
than a fink, it's a lying fink.

Get him.

[TIRES SCREECHING]

Ollie! Cot! Come on. Come on.

Tony, get the
Coronas out of the, uh...

- What's the matter?
- He's a wanted killer, that's all.

MIGUEL: Stop or I'll shoot!

[GUNSHOT]

BENTON: You hit him!

Tony? What are you doing here?

- What about the kid?
- Forget about the kid.

I heard one of the cops
say that Tony guy's a killer.

Harv?

Harv?

He's gotta be over
here someplace.

Well, if he is no one's talking.

Better get help.

Then it is you
they're after, huh?

How come?

Why'd they say
you were a killer?

Looks pretty bad.

You know, my
papa tells me to run.

I think running stinks.

What'll they do if they
catch you? The police?

Nothing good.

I didn't kill anyone, Jimmy,
I want you to believe that.

You're my friend, Tony.

I guess that's answer enough.

I want you to get out
of here. Go on home.

I don't want the
police to find you here.

No, I'm staying here.

When you come right down to it, I
guess you're the only friend I got.

You know, my uncle Mike's right.
You can't play stickball with a violin.

[POLICE SIREN WAILING]

You can't go outside.
They'll grab you right away.

The basement's no good either.

Hey, I got a hiding place.
Nobody knows about it.

Come on, I'll show it to you.

Mercedes, put away
the company china.

Tony's not coming for dinner.

I heard. It's on the radio.

The whole neighborhood's
swarming with police.

They're making a
house-to-house search.

He killed his wife, they say.

He did more than that.

A man that I
liked, that I trusted.

We took him into our
home, into our hearts.

And now he repays us by
bringing us trouble from the police.

But we didn't know.

They won't believe that. It
means trouble, Mercedes.

Oh, that's silly. People understand.
It could happen to anybody.

It happened to us.

The Anza family.

We live in a glass house and in this
house, we have harbored a murderer.

Is he practicing?

- What?
- The boy.

He must practice all the time,
Mercedes. We must keep after him.

Never give him
an excuse to let up.

You wish him practicing, you shouldn't
keep him running errands all afternoon.

Errands? What errands?

I sent him home an hour ago.

He didn't come home?

I had this place for a couple of
years. Nobody knows about it.

Guess I know
what you're thinking.

It's kid stuff.

Junk, mostly.

Papa threw it all out when
he bought me the violin.

I fished it out of the trash,
the stuff that wasn't busted.

Why?

I don't know.

I mean, it's not like I'm
not trying for my papa.

Because I am. I'm trying hard.

It's just that
sometimes, I feel rushed.

Sometimes I can
hardly get my breath.

It's as if he wants it
to happen all at once.

It's kid stuff, I know it.

But I don't know
how to explain it.

You already have.

Oh, no.

- What's the matter?
- The violin. I forgot it.

- Where?
- It's in the basement.

Papa'll kill me if
anything happens to it.

He gets so mad all the time.

[GRUNTS]

Is there something I can do?

Can you get me a knife?

You mean you're
gonna cut it out yourself?

It doesn't seem
to be in too deep.

- Can you get me a knife?
- Sure.

I'll need some disinfectant and
some cotton, gauze, things like that.

Cotton, disinfectant,
gauze, knife. Yeah, I got it.

I'll give you some money.

For what? I can get it
out of the medicine chest.

Find out if the police
are still looking for me.

Go on.

Hey, Tony.

It's like New Year's down there.
The whole street's barricaded.

Everybody's standing
around watching.

A lot of people?

Yeah, there's a mess of
squad cars on both corners.

You really got them stirred up.

Looks like you're gonna be
stuck in there for a long time.

All right, you be careful.

Don't do anything to
call attention to yourself.

Don't worry. I'll be careful.

Hey.

What did I tell you, huh?

Looks like we hit a jackpot.

They said Kimble
got hit, didn't they?

Yeah.

Well, looks like he
found himself a friend.

Right.

You know something.
We got ourselves a bargain.

Got a two for one.

[SIREN WAILING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

COP: Let's go.

HARRIGAN: Let's face
it. You guys botched it.

If I didn't know better, I'd swear you'd
never seen the inside of the academy.

Nobody covering the back alley,
like you wanted Kimble to bust loose.

MIGUEL: As far as we knew,
Kimble had no idea we were coming.

He lit out even
before we got there.

HARRIGAN: That
he did for a fact.

What I can't help
wondering is how come?

BENTON: How come, Harrigan?

Kimble isn't equipped
with built-in radar.

At least not according to
the make I received on him.

Now, it was just you and
him in that cigar store, right?

ANZA: And a customer.

HARRIGAN: And the customer just
left and suddenly, pow, without a word,

Kimble zips past
you and out the back.

That's what you want
us to believe, right?

Yes, because that's
how it happened.

Okay. They sure
protect their own.

What's that supposed to
mean, they protect their own?

- Mike...
- No. I wanna know.

I wanna know, too.

You explain that, sergeant.

[RATTLING]

MERCEDES: Jimmy.
Where have you been?

Your father and I have been...

You thought it was
Richard Kimble?

Sorry to disappoint
you, sergeant.

Go to your room, young man.

Your father will
deal with you later.

- But, Mama...
- Go to your room.

Look, I know what
went through your mind.

I can even sympathize with it.

You said to yourself
my brother's in that store.

What if there's shooting?
He could get hurt.

You committed a
cop's cardinal sin, Anza.

You let personal feelings get
between you and your badge.

- That's not true!
- He got away, didn't he?

Uniforms all over the
street and still he got away.

- I told you.
- You told me, he told me,

everybody told me.
Well, I still don't buy it.

You're saying I deliberately blew it
to give Kimble time to make a break.

I'm saying it could
sure look that way.

You wanna make
that charge official

against me or my
brother, there's the phone.

No?

Get your mouth out of here, sergeant,
or I'll put my fist right through it!

People were feeding me knuckles
before I'd kicked the lollipop habit.

I ain't got a tooth in my
head I can call my own.

I'm not saying that your
proposition is without merit,

but if it's all the same to you,
I'll take a rain check, okay?

I'll bet my pension that Kimble couldn't
have wriggled through our cordon,

so he's still in
the neighborhood.

And he's wounded.

So it looks very much like
somebody's gotta be helping him.

Think about that one, folks.

Well, when he's caught, we'll
have all the answers, won't we?

Catch him, Miguel.

Catch him so that lousy sergeant
will know we're telling the truth.

- We'll catch him.
- Miguel. If what he says is true

that somebody is
helping this Kimble,

what will they do to him?

He'd be in a lot of trouble.

Helping a wanted
murderer to escape,

that's enough
trouble for any man.

Right, Harv?

It'll mean one good
Samaritan on his way to prison.

Neither of you knows
anything you're not telling us?

You think we are hiding
this murderer under the bed?

Why don't you look and
see? Go on, take a look!

Calm down. Nobody's
accusing you of anything.

Wanna take me down to the station,
play the big policeman with me?

Okay, okay, forget it.

Come on, we're not earning
our pay hanging around here.

How do you stand him?

He likes my cooking.

[MIGUEL & ANZA CHUCKLE]

There is something
I must tell you.

What?

I think Jimmy has done
something very wrong.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Had any trouble?

Did you have any trouble?

Not really.

Mama caught me at
the medicine chest.

Did she want to know
what you were doing?

She was too sore.

Besides, we had company
and she didn't have time.

She sent me to my room
and ordered me to stay there.

You may end up in
more trouble than I am.

What are we gonna do? We
gonna sit here all day or what?

Will you relax? He'll be back.

Suppose he ditched
it here on purpose.

What's the difference?
He'll still be back.

- If you're wrong?
- What if I'm wrong?

Nothing.

Nothing. Just a
waste of time, that's all.

Look, if you've got something
better to do, Cotton, you go do it.

But just remember, I'm trying
to even the score up for all of us.

I'm staying.

All right.

It doesn't even
look like a bullet.

It did once.

You gonna be okay?

I think so.

I tried to get you some food,
but I didn't have a chance.

Did you get your violin?

No, not yet.

Somebody might steal it.

Let them. It'll
serve them right.

You wanna know something?

The professor... The
man who teaches me,

he doesn't even
eat as good as I do.

The place he lives in, it's a one-room
flat. The bathroom's down the hall.

He's played in symphony orchestras
in every country in the world.

My papa thinks to be a
violinist is to rule the world.

You know what you get
if you're not first violin?

For everyone it's not two
cars and a home in the country.

I don't think your father was
just concerned about the money.

I think he wants
you to have respect.

For me to be better than him.
That's what my papa wants.

What's wrong with him?

Just because he's ashamed of
what he is, that doesn't mean I am.

There's people all over this
country and they send for his cigars.

Big men. Important men.

Bankers, movie producers,
even a United States senator.

Now, tell me,
isn't that respect?

He's a number-one
cigar maker, my papa.

And what am I?

A number-one musician?

I don't know if I ever will be.

Well, I think the point
is you should try, Jimmy.

I'm a doctor.

At least I was a doctor.

I became a doctor because
my father wanted me to.

That was at about the
age when I wanted to be

I think a baseball player.

But I became a doctor.

I'm not better than my father.

I just had it better.

That was his gift to me.

My gift to him was accepting it.

Why don't you
go get your violin?

- You'll be okay till I get back?
- Yeah.

Jose! Answer me! What
are you going to do now?

Five years ago, I
bought this for protection.

Protection in case you or I or our home
was threatened. Now it is threatened.

But where will you
go? For what purpose?

I'm going to find him.

When the entire
police force cannot?

The police don't
know what I know.

There are some secret
places that Jimmy goes to.

He doesn't know that I am
aware. It's too late for secret places.

But the gun, Jose. Why the gun?

If I capture this man no one
can say we helped a murderer.

And if he has hurt
my boy, I kill him.

No, Jose.

Please, I beg you. Jose!

[THUMP]

Okay, chico, where
are you hiding him?

Where are you hiding him, chico?

Now you tell us, you can
save yourself an awful beating.

I don't know what you
guys are talking about,

so you might as well
just start your beating.

Chico, do you really
want to take us on?

One at a time, sure.

You really think you could?

You afraid to try?

All right, Cotton,
he's all yours.

- Okay, I'm up now...
- No, wait.

I think chico's made his point.

Jimmy.

It's okay. They wanna help.

Last man close it up.

Kid, this is some
place you got here.

But what about you, mister?

Chico here says that you
took some kind of a bum rap.

But he's a fan and we
ain't heard it from you.

I didn't kill my wife, if
that's what you wanna hear.

You'd say that even if you had.

Probably. Wouldn't you?

Yeah.

Chico passed on you, I
guess we can go along, huh?

Okay.

Now the first step I guess is
to get you down to ground level.

There's a warehouse a
couple of doors from here.

The cops have already gone through
it with everything but a Geiger counter.

And we gotta figure out a way
to get you past the barricades.

It's gonna take some doing. They
got this neighborhood locked up tight.

Didn't I tell you it'd be okay?

[FOOTSTEP]

Hey, someone's coming!

Jimmy. I know you're in there.

It's Papa.

Richard Kimble,

if you are holding my son
against his will, I swear I'll kill you.

No one is holding me
against my will, Papa.

I'm here because I wish to be.

And I wish you to be home.

I'll talk to you later.

You go on home and wait for me.

No, Papa.

Jimmy, I'm ordering you.

You will not defy your father.

That man in there is a killer.

I'm going to take him prisoner.

No, Papa.

BANKS: You're gonna have to
wade through us all, Mr. Anza.

Who are you?

These are my friends, Papa.

You know what you're doing?

Any of you know
what you are doing?

Yeah, we're doing our
good deed for the day.

I don't understand. Why?

- Because he's innocent.
- You don't know he's innocent.

He's right. I never
killed anyone.

That may be, but
society has laws.

Are they the only laws?

A man needs help, Papa.

If I run now, I...

Can't you see?

I'll practice, Papa,
because you want it.

And someday, God willing, I might
be the greatest violinist in the world.

For you, I will never
again run away.

- Jimmy...
- No, Papa, this is the way it is.

The way it is. Yes.

When I was your age,
I was in the cane fields.

Already I was a man.

Now I... I think you are too.

They are going to say
that I helped you to escape.

Well, let them talk.

Okay, you all know what to do.

Jimmy, no matter how
many questions they ask you,

all you know is that
I'm out on deliveries.

That I'll be back soon.

Understand?

Okay, all right. Go on, go on.

You never told me your religion.

If you've got one, now
is the time to get in touch.

Sorry, Anza, gotta
take a look in the back.

- Is it open?
- No, it's locked.

MIGUEL: Better open it.

All right, see what's going on.

That looks like my shop.
Aren't you going to help?

You better open the truck.

A policeman must never
trust even his own brother.

- Is that the story?
- Close to it.

And what if we did have
this man Kimble inside here?

This man I know to be honorable,
this man I believe to be innocent.

What would you do?

You would have
to put us in prison.

I don't know. At least
about Jimmy, I don't.

Maybe reform
school for him, huh?

Take away his school, his music,

then when he gets out, maybe...
Maybe he'll be fit to wash dishes.

Open the door.

I said open it.

Okay, move out.

- Thanks.
- I said move out. I got work to do.

Hey, Mike?

They broke your
brother's window.

They say it was the same kids

who've been beating
up on your nephew.

- Wanna round them up?
- Fine.

What'd they do a
dumb thing like that for?

Right in front of everybody.

Everybody has a
reason for what they do.

Maybe, but shouldn't it
make some sort of sense?

I suppose it does to the
guy who does the dumb thing.

I'll check it out.

Harrigan said you don't even wanna
press charges against those kids.

As you say, they're just kids.

Boys letting off a little steam.

You were a boy once. I remember.

Yeah, and I remember
what you said before.

Oh, I talk a lot. Can't help
it. It's a chronic condition.

MIGUEL: So is Harrigan's temper.

You should've heard him.

He practically accused me

of smuggling Kimble
out in a squad car.

- Does he suspect?
- There's nothing to suspect.

Kimble got away,
that's all. Isn't that right?

- Yes, of course.
- No, not "yes, of course,"

you helped him and I just
stood there and watched.

But you saw no
one. He was there.

It was written in big red
letters across your face.

All I had to do
was turn my head.

- But you didn't.
- No, I didn't.

I was in quite a spot, wasn't I?

Either betray my own
brother or this badge.

You know what he
said to me once?

He said, "We all do
what we have to do."

I suppose that's
what we both did.

What we all did.

NARRATOR: A fugitive lives with many
emotions: Hope, gratitude, loneliness.

But among the
emotions, one stands out:

Fear.

And every day, it's
imbedded a little deeper,

each step taken a little faster

as the contest
continues to take its toll.