All language subtitles for The Fugitive - 04x27 - The Walls of Night_prob3

ANNOUNCER: Next,
The Fugitive in color.

We'll need some food.

We can stall them for a
while but it won't take long

before they realize
I'm not taking you in.

We can get off the highway
and use the back roads.

I won't be long.

[SIGHS]

WOMAN [OVER
RADIO]: Calling KM-53.

Calling KM-53.

KM-53. Go ahead.

One moment, KM-53. I will relay.

Barbara, where is Dyson?

BARBARA: He'll be right back.

- She's alone.
- Look, let me have it.

Listen, you crazy little fool.

That guy you're with, Stan
Dyson, he's an escaped killer.

[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: Janice Rule,

Steve Ihnat,

and special guest
star, Sheree North.

[ANNOUNCER READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

Take it to her.

BARBARA: Yes. Yes.

Yes, sir, your
shipment's on the way.

Absolutely, I just spoke with
the driver. You'll have it by 1.

Oh, no bother at all, sir.

Always a pleasure
to be of service.

[BARBARA GROANS]

Don't tell me.

That could only be our
Nervous Nellie, Mr. Watson.

That's the sixth time
he's called today.

No, I take it back. The eighth.

Don't look to me for sympathy.

It's that irresistible telephone
personality of yours that's to blame.

If you'd feed him
vinegar instead of honey,

maybe he'll take his
business elsewhere.

Mm-hm. And a 6,000
annual account with it.

That would guarantee me
a Christmas bonus for sure.

Six grand.

That guy costs me more
than that in tranquilizers.

BR-228. BR-228.

Stan, where are you?

I just passed Springfield
heading for home.

Just passed Springfield
heading for home.

That's 105 miles at 50
miles an hour... Make it 60.

That will bring you in at
approximately lunch time.

Am I correct, sir? Over.

No, I'm afraid not.

There's some
construction up ahead.

It held me up for almost
an hour yesterday.

Oh.

Hold on.

Buck.

Okay, okay. So you'll take your
lunch an hour later. I'll mind the store.

Stan, we're working for a
boss with a heart of gold.

And don't get any tickets
on the way in for slow driving.

[BARBARA LAUGHS]

NARRATOR: For Richard Kimble

a squawking radiophone
has become a warm voice,

a sympathetic human contact.

A release, if only for a while,
from the terrible ache of loneliness.

He sort of reminded me of you.

BARBARA: Reminds you of me?

Well, he is a little big, uh...

- You're rotten clear through.
- I know that.

So you get a kiss.

Actually, it looks
like Nervous Nellie.

Who's that?

You mean you've never
heard of Mr. Watson?

KIMBLE: Mm-mm.

BARBARA: What are these?

The game starts at 8. I thought
we could have dinner first.

BARBARA: Excuse me, sir.

Well, what's the news?

I told you it would take time.

Why did you come here,
to spy on me at lunch?

No, because it's
Friday, Barbara.

I come every Friday.

I'm just doing my job is all.

He's new here, isn't he?

What's his name?

I asked you a
question. Who is he?

His name is Stan Dyson.

What do you know about him?

Come on, Barbara.

Anybody you associate with,
I want a complete rundown.

I don't know anything
about him, really.

He hasn't been here that long.

He's nice, he's
polite, he's reliable.

So is an alarm clock.

What do you want me to tell
you, that he cheats at solitaire,

but he's nice to dogs and kids?

Why don't you write out a list of
questions, I'll go interview him?

What's he know about you?

Did you tell him?

A little advice, Barbara.

Advice?

Okay, call it whatever you like.

You've got to watch yourself.

You seem to be doing
well enough for both of us.

Art,

he asked me out tonight
to dinner and to the game.

Tell him to settle for lunch.

- Stan...
- I know, you're busy.

It's not that.

And it has nothing
to do with him.

It's all right. You
don't have to explain.

Forgive me, I'll see you later.

Hurry and make the
pick up and get right on in.

- Bye, Buck.
- So long, Art. See you next Friday.

Why did you let him
see Stan's personnel file?

What could I say?

Anybody you're interested in,
Art Meredith's interested in too.

You know that.

Stan Dyson is
none of his business.

But you are.

And more than just
business too, it's my guess.

Though he'd be the
last one to admit it.

You could show him a hoop
and he'd jump through it.

All right, so he
doesn't turn you on.

That's no reason to put
him through a meat grinder.

You owe him something, Barbara.

He's got his neck
stuck out a mile for you.

I know that.

Hey, what's this?

Mr. Watson.

You know, it does kind
of look like him at that.

Did Stan give this to you?

I am not crying.

In case you get around to it.

Do you mind if I give you
a bit of advice, Barbara?

Ha, ha. Why not?
Everybody else has today.

Why don't you have a little
talk with Mr. Stan Dyson?

Tell him all about yourself.

I can't do that.

You're going to have to, baby.

You can't keep stalling him
forever. Not if you like him that much.

Sooner or later he's gonna
find out about you anyway.

Now, isn't it better if
he hears it from you?

[BARBARA SIGHS]

Do you really think...?

- I mean, if you were Stan...?
- If I were Stan, honey...

If I didn't have a
wife and three kids,

and if it weren't for the fact

that I'm the best looking
man in the Pacific Northwest,

I might just give
you a chance at me.

I wouldn't make a major project
out of those repairs if I were you.

If you're going to talk to
Mr. Dyson, you'd better get right on it.

He's going out on 53.

Tonight?

Does he know that?

He will when you give him this.

Tell him he has to
stay over in Seattle.

We got a return load from
Vancouver for him for Monday.

Well, are you gonna
give him this or not?

- How's my nose?
- I've seen better.

And don't make it all day.

I got better things to do than
babysit that squawk box for you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Well, I couldn't have
taken you to dinner anyway.

Ever been to Seattle?

Big City. Lots of action.

If I were looking for action.

Barbara,

there's a place, uh,
they call it Lake Shohalis.

A driver told me about it. It's
off-season up there. It's quiet.

Oh, Stan.

Well, we could just get
away for the weekend.

You know, just get
away from all this.

I'd love to, but I can't.

You're busy.

It's got nothing to do with
him. It's not what you think.

If you knew you'd understand.

But I don't, do I?

[DOOR CLOSES]

Willy.

Coming.

- This tablecloth needs changing.
- Got it.

And, um, that window
needs washing.

Are the new menus
back from the printer?

Yes, they're on
the table in the hall.

Well, I'll go and change.

That'll be a help.

What?

I said, uh, this
is going to help.

Oh.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Is anybody around?
- Yeah, me,

for whatever that's worth.

Can I get a room?

Oh, yeah, the manager
will be right down.

What a tizzy you're
going to throw them into

blowing in here
without a reservation.

Yeah, I guess I did
take a chance, didn't I?

What time's dinner around here?

I just looked in the kitchen.

Cook's got something out there

that he swears up
and down is chicken.

You ask me, he went
out an bagged a chipmunk.

Or would you believe possum?

You just overnight?

Uh, no. No, I thought
I'd stay the weekend.

- That your rig outside?
- Uh-huh.

- You from Seattle?
- No, I just made a delivery there.

You mean you chose to
come here to this morgue

instead of staying in the city?

Yeah, well, I thought
it would be quiet.

Oh. Yeah, you're right there.

So quiet that the crickets
row across the river

whenever they
feel like chirping.

BARBARA: You said you had
the board in your hip pocket.

I never said that.
Never really know.

Anyway, it's not like
being turned down.

It's just they didn't
review your case.

We aren't going to stop
fighting them, Barbara.

We're going to keep after them.

The board meets
again in six months.

Six months!

I know it seems like forever.

You at least got your
work release privilege.

- That's something.
- Oh, yes. That's something.

They let me out on a string in the
daytime and pull me back at night.

Oh, don't talk that way.

You just hang in there.

You'll get your parole.

Don't bother. I'll manage.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Hey, we're closing. Do
you mind if I sit down?

No.

Well, what'd you think of the mad
whirl at Lake Shohalis Inn now? Ha, ha.

Let you in on a secret. It's not
much better when it's in season.

Every time a new joint
opens up on the lake,

this spot dies
a little bit more.

My name is Willy.

Stan Dyson.

Well, you'd think after
a whole day on my feet,

I'd be ready to flop
down, wouldn't you?

But not me. No chance.

Comes night time and
I make a run at the Jug.

The Jug, huh?

Spot about a mile down the road.

Of course a girl hates to go
there alone. You know how it is.

Well, I...

I'll pay for the beer.

Uh, Willy, I...

Oh. There's always
tomorrow night, right?

Right.

But in case you do change your
mind, I'm in cabin number three.

Okay, I'll remember.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello?

Art. Heh.

This is Saturday.
Don't you ever...?

No, because Friday night I
dropped Barbara off at the prison

and she still
hasn't reported in.

No, I didn't actually
watch her go inside.

Why would I?

As many times as I've dropped
her off, how was I to know?

Of course not.

Sure she was upset

but it's not the first time the
board didn't review her case.

I figured...

Buck, you don't
know where she is?

You're about the only
person she'd turn to.

If she didn't come
to you, then...

I don't think she'd actually
take off on her own.

She's got too much sense.

Did you check the hospitals?

Yeah, yeah, of course you would.

Well, if she calls here or if I
get any bright ideas, I'll buzz you.

Frank? I'm sorry to
bother you at home

but I've got to get in touch
with Dyson right away.

He mentioned laying
over at some lake resort.

I forget the name.

I figured maybe he might've
mentioned something about it to you.

Yeah.

What was that name again?

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

Enjoying your breakfast?

Good morning.

- Good morning, folks.
- Good morning.

Oh, Willy, this is
Barbara. Barbara, Willy.

- Hello, Willy.
- I can recommend the chipmunk.

- For breakfast?
- Well, maybe not for breakfast,

but the chipped beef is moving real
big and I can vouch for its pedigree.

You sure got good taste. I can
see why you passed up the Jug.

The Jug?

Oh, yes, it's a place.

It's a beer joint down the road.

Oh, she wanted
you to take her there.

Yes. Mm-hm.

Why didn't you?

Well, I've been asking
myself that same question.

- Oh.
- Oh.

It can't be on a party line,
operator, it's a resort hotel!

All right, all right, sorry.
Will you please keep trying?

[KIMBLE & BARBARA LAUGHING]

I always thought you were
sort of a Cinderella type

who turned into a
pumpkin at 12:00 midnight.

In the first place, it was the
coach that turned into a pumpkin.

- Ah.
- And in the second place,

can you imagine these clod-hoppers
fitting into a pair of glass slippers.

- You going to Vancouver on this trip?
- Uh-huh.

BARBARA: Take me along.

It'll be all right.
I've got Monday off.

Well, sure. Why
didn't you tell me?

Because we've had so
many things to discuss.

Such as:

And:

And especially:

I like that "especially."

- Darling, let's go tomorrow.
- Tomorrow?

We'll get up bright and early

and we can go to Victoria
and see the sights. Please?

- Okay, I'll call Buck.
- No.

Why not?

Because you're busy.

[PHONE RINGING]

Willy, get that. Can't
you see I'm busy?

Lucky, I'm not.

Hello, Lake Shohalis Inn,

entertainment capital
of the Pacific Northwest.

Look, maybe you can help
me. I'm trying to reach...

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Oh.

Well, gee, I'm sorry, mister, but there's
nobody here that fits that description.

Am I positive?

Mister, I've never been more
positive of anything in my life.

[JAZZY MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

- Stan?
- Hmm?

What if I'm not
what you think I am?

Ah, you couldn't be. But
I'll settle for even half of that.

Barbara, none of us are what
we hope others think we are.

Give me a little more
time, superintendent.

I'm confident she
didn't skip on her own.

How do you get that?

I know I brought her back at
3 but she wasn't AWOL until 6.

She could be kidnapped,
amnesiac, anything.

We're not talking about
a dangerous criminal.

Okay, superintendent. Thank you.

Sure thing. I'll keep in touch.

KIMBLE: Come in.

Oh, are you checking out?

Yeah.

Thanks, Willy.

Look, I hope I didn't
do something wrong.

I know it's none of my business,

but you two were having such a
good time and it is the weekend,

and when this guy phones
asking if you're here yesterday,

well, I figure from the tone of his
voice it's either your boss or her daddy,

or a jealous ex-boyfriend,
so I said you weren't here.

- Was his name Leonard?
- I didn't ask.

Did I do the wrong thing?

BR-228.

BR-228, this is KM-53.

BUCK: If she can get
back before she's picked up,

maybe Meredith can
still square it for her.

But she's dead if she
runs. You understand?

I understand.

Forget the Vancouver
pickup. Just get her back here.

I thought you were on my side.

Who says I'm not? I'm
only trying to help you.

That's all any of
us are trying to do.

By sending me back
to prison? I won't go.

She'll be there, Buck.
That's a promise. Out.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know.

I stood there looking at those walls
and thinking about you on the outside.

I knew I never could spend
another night in that place.

Stan, please help me.

You've got to go back, Barbara.

That's easy for you to say,

but you don't know what it's
like to live like a caged animal.

"Nothing to worry about,"
isn't that what you said?

"Stan Dyson's a good man.
He'll see she gets back."

Well, I just got a bad
report on your good man.

"Adamson Furniture reports
no record of Dyson employ...

Portal Hardware
no such firm in..."

Same thing all the way down
the line. All his references, faked.

Buck, don't you bother to
check up on a man you trust

with thousands of dollars worth
of wheels and merchandise?

Now, let's go see if the address
he gave you is a phony too.

You can see his
clothes are all here.

- I told you.
- Travels light, doesn't he?

What do you expect to find?

I'm telling you, Art, you're
barking up the wrong tree.

Now, if I can shake a man's
hand and look him the eye,

I don't need references.

And I've hired a lot of people,
including three others on work-release,

and I haven't been stuck yet.

If Dyson wanted
to, he's had chances

to make off with a
truckload before this.

Hair dye.

So the man uses hair dye.

Hey, look here, mister, that's
not yours, that's Mr. Dyson's.

Don't worry. Mr. Dyson will get it
back when the police are through with it.

BUCK: Thank you.

I'll drive you to
the bus station.

I see.

Leonard was so sure.

About what?

"Tell Stan all about yourself."

That's what he said.

"Stan's a good
guy he can take it."

You think I can't?

I don't know,

but you might as well
hear the whole story.

And I'm not excusing myself,

it was as much my
fault as it was his.

His name was Larry and
we worked in the same office.

He said he loved me but we didn't
have enough money to get married.

I was taking money to the
bank every day, lots of it,

for a boss who didn't
care how he made it.

At the time it seemed
like poetic justice.

Larry said it would
be easy. It was.

Only after he got the
money, he disappeared.

The guy at lunch the
other day, was that Larry?

No, I've never
heard from him since.

That guy was from the
Prison Work Release program.

Stan, take me with you, please.

I can't, Barbara.

Why?

Nothing will happen to you.

Even if they catch us you wouldn't
get in any trouble, would you?

- Would you, Stan?
- Yes.

It's all right for you
to run, but not for me.

We're running for
different reasons.

My only hope is to keep
running, your hope is to stop.

My hope is with you.

I could go back if I knew
I was going to see you.

I could paste the weeks
together and hang on somehow.

Just tell me you'll be
there and I'll go back.

I can't.

Then take me to Canada.

I can't do that either.

If you leave me, I'm
not going back anyway.

I'm heading north
with or without you.

But I don't suppose I have to
tell you which way I prefer it.

We'll need some food.

We can stall them for a
while but it won't take long

before they realize
I'm not taking you in.

We can get off the highway
and use the back roads.

I won't be long.

[SIGHS]

WOMAN [OVER
RADIO]: Calling KM-53.

Calling KM-53.

KM-53, go ahead.

One moment, KM-53. I will relay.

- Barbara, where's Dyson?
BARBARA: He'll be right back.

- She's alone.
- Look, let me have it.

Listen, you crazy little fool.

That guy you're with, Stan
Dyson, he's an escaped killer.

Barbara, I'm not
trying to trick you.

I've got Lieutenant Gould here.

I'm gonna put him on and
I want you to listen to him.

His name's Richard Kimble.

Watch your step.

He killed one woman and he
wouldn't hesitate to kill another.

Now, can you make a break for it

and I mean with a reasonable
chance of succeeding? Over.

Uh... I'm not sure.

If you're not sure, don't try it.
Whatever you do, don't panic.

And above all else, don't,

repeat, don't let on to him
that you know who he is.

If you get a chance, if you can
dream up some legitimate excuse

take off like a scared rabbit.

Otherwise, leave it
to the professionals.

- Is that clear? Over.
- Yes.

Art, take this down.

Now, give us your
present location. Over.

Listen, I can't talk
anymore. He's coming back.

Hold it, hold it.

GOULD: All right.

We know he's in this area,
probably within 50 miles of Seattle.

If your guess is
right, Mr. Leonard,

he'll have to proceed along one
of these secondary's to Highway 99

and then turn south.

There's no reason he shouldn't.

He doesn't know you've
got a make on him.

Not unless the girl told him.

And why should she?

She broke jail to go
to him, didn't she?

She's also bright enough to
realize that if she cooperates

it could help her
with the parole board.

It might even get her
sentence commuted altogether.

I hope you're right.

We're just dragging our feet.

I could have had that truck bagged
and surrounded in 10 minutes flat.

And maybe got her killed.

Do you know for certain
she's still in that truck?

Yes, because if she'd gotten
away, she would have phoned us.

If she's still alive.

See if Seattle knows anything.
Maybe they got a fix on them.

They can't get a fix on that
truck if they can't get a signal,

and they can't get a signal as long
as Kimble's radio switch is on receive.

You want me to raise him again?

Ah, wouldn't hurt.

I'll alert Seattle.

Operator, get me KM-53 on
Seattle relay. Zone six, please.

Keep on your toes. I don't
know how long our man

can keep Kimble talking
without making him suspicious.

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
KM-53. Come in, KM-53.

I have to take it.

Why do they keep calling? That's
the third time in the past hour.

They wanna make
sure I'm bringing you in,

that you haven't
talked me out of it.

This is KM-53.

Stan? Buck here. How you doing?

I'm doing fine.

No traffic hang-up?

[BARBARA SIGHS]

Buck, stop it. I'm coming in.

If it's not fast enough for
you, send me an airline ticket.

She's coming apart at the seams.

What'd you expect?
She's with a killer.

At least we know she's alive.

She'd better get a grip on
herself or she won't be long.

Kimble's no fool.

Seattle. Gould here.

Did you get your fix? Good.

Ten miles east of 99.

That's what I figured.

All right, you deploy
along the highway in force.

You tail him with unmarked cars.

BUCK: Meredith.

Hold it, hold it, hold
it. Small conference.

Look, as far as I'm concerned
that girl's safety comes first.

Don't you think I know that?

You just said Kimble's no
fool. And he's dangerous.

If he even suspects
that she's tricked him...

Would you care to
finish that sentence?

Okay, he says he's bringing her
back. Well, so far it looks as if he is.

In that case you can wait and
take him here after she's safe.

We won't know
that till he hits 99.

My money says he turns
north toward Canada.

Well, can't we at
least wait and see?

Carter, deploy north of
the main junction only.

That's right, north only.

I know it's wild, but
we got a wild man here.

That's right, no tail south.

- What do we do now?
- We wait.

Still nothing on KM-53?

Okay, thanks.

Well, Art, if he were
headed for Canada,

why haven't one of
your roadblocks got him?

Okay, so he's heading south.
That doesn't prove anything yet.

Buck, want to try again?

Aren't we overdoing it?

Chance we have to take.

We have to make
him send occasionally

so the technical boys
can maintain their fix.

If I can't talk you
into it, I guess I can't.

The switch is open.

He's sending. Stay with it.

KIMBLE: I don't know why
you want to go back to jail

when you could be
on your way to Canada.

- How'd we do?
- Wait a minute.

Right. He's heading into town.

All right, that means
she didn't tell Kimble.

You remember that
for the parole board.

Now, look, they'll be
coming over the bridge.

Have four cars waiting but
don't close in until I give the word.

Right. Let's go.

Morning.

Hi.

Oh, I had such wonderful
dreams all about Canada.

- You ever been there? Western part?
- Nope.

My father used to take me there.

A long time ago but
I've never forgotten it.

If you're hungry,
there's a sandwich left.

It'll be sandwiches now, but
when we get to Vancouver

oh, the dinner I'm
going to fix you.

Stan.

- You're running into a trap. Turn back.
- I know.

You know?

All the calls from Buck.

Radio fix.

They've been tracking us.

But why did you answer them?

If I hadn't they'd
have closed in by now.

They're not after you, Barbara.

They wouldn't go to this
much trouble. They're after me.

How did you know it was a trap?

Barbara?

They contacted me
while you were in the store.

What did they tell you?

That you'd killed a woman.

You're not afraid?

It was my wife,
but I didn't kill her.

That's why I have to run.

That's why I can't
take you to Canada.

Why I can't take you
anywhere with me.

You take it from here.

I would've liked Canada but I
wouldn't have liked myself very much.

I want you to take
credit for turning me in.

You really think I
want that kind of credit?

You take anything that will get
you out of there one day sooner.

Stan.

Get out of here.

There they are.

We all understand what happened.

When Kimble left you with the
truck you were panic-stricken.

You were fleeing from
a terrifying nightmare.

You certainly didn't
mean to obstruct us

and it's not your fault
that Kimble got away.

Are you asking me, Art,
or are you telling me?

I'm trying to penetrate the fog

you've been walking around in.

Barbara, you're going
before Judge Foster.

What you say and how you say it

could spell the difference
between commutation

and another year tacked
onto your sentence.

Do you understand that?

A lot of people have
gone to bat for you.

Some of them not
too happy about it.

You can't blame Lieutenant
Gould for not turning cartwheels.

He may not be the best I've got,

but he pledged his word
to me and he'll be there.

All right, I'll say whatever
you want me to say.

You are not doing me
any favors, Barbara.

I'm sorry.

I appreciate what you're
trying to do. I really do.

We'd better go.

NARRATOR: Barbara's
sentence will come finally to an end.

But for Richard Kimble,

there is no calendar on
which to mark the days.

Loneliness once
again stretches ahead

as apparently endless
as the city streets.