All language subtitles for The Fugitive - 04x28 - The Shattered Silence_prob3

ANNOUNCER: Next,
The Fugitive, in color.

[DOGS BARKING]

[DOGS BARKING]

[LAUGHING]

Come on down!

There's no place to go.

[NARRATOR READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

NARRATOR: A QM production.

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:

Laurence Naismith,
Antoinette Bower,

Paul Mantee.

[ANNOUNCER READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

NARRATOR: For some people,

a railroad terminal is a
way station on a journey.

For Richard Kimble, the fugitive,
every escape route can be a trap,

every move an unforeseen
step toward capture.

KIMBLE: Morning.
- Morning.

How much for this?

Three dollars and a half?

- For a razor?
- What do you usually pay?

- Well, not much more than a dollar.
- A dollar it is, then.

I'd like a bar of soap
and a couple of towels.

Uh, couple of those
chocolate bars.

- How much will all that be?
- Dollar 25 cents.

How long have you worked here?

I'm just minding the
place for my brother.

He don't usually get
anybody at this hour.

All right, tell you what. I'll give
you $3 for all of this. Is that okay?

Sounds about right to me.

Here you go.

WOMAN: If you're interested
in the want ads, try The Courier.

The print's bigger.

- I already have a job.
- Too bad.

I'm looking for a handyman.

Ten days' work at $10 a
day, and all you can eat.

Thank you, but I'm
on my way to Oregon.

From where?

Olympia.

- You took the long way around?
- I wanted to see some of the country.

Well, you've come to
the right locality for that.

That's one thing we
have miles and miles of.

I'll take this. Uh...

- It's marked $10.
- Ten dollars it is, then.

- Morning, Miss Cross.
- Morning, Sam. Any mail?

Oh, you got a
whole week's worth.

Uh, I'll give you a ride to
the bus stop in Edgemont,

if you don't mind stopping
by my place for a moment.

- All right.
- Why the hesitation?

Are you afraid to accept a
ride from a strange woman?

Or is it because you're wondering
why I'd give a ride to a strange man?

- A little of both, I guess.
- Well, I trust my judgment.

I don't think you'll get out of
line, because you're a gentleman.

And you can't rob me,
because I'm poor. Ha, ha.

- Thanks, Sam.
- Uh-huh.

Thank you.

Gas, electricity, New York
lawyer, New York mother.

I really do need help.

I'm opening an exhibition of my
ceramics a week from Saturday,

and I can't get the
place in shape by myself.

How about it?

- When do I start?
- Tomorrow morning.

I'll drive you out there now,
give you dinner and an advance,

and you can come back in and
get a room at the Pinedale Hotel.

All right, it's a deal.

Good. Sam, would you
ask your brother to call me

when he gets the new tile?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

We're pretty far from
civilization up here,

but if you wanna get
away from smog and traffic

and getting lost in the crowd,
it's not a bad place to be.

Isn't it lonely?

I've been alone in
the big city all my life.

- Married?
- Mm-hm.

Four years. That
was the loneliest.

Do you have a
family in Portland?

No, just a job.

Did you ever have a family?

- Yes.
- What happened?

She died.

You have company.

What are you doing
in my house, Robert?

Your door was unlocked. One
day, you're gonna come home

and find everything
gone but the wallpaper.

They're welcome to that
too, if it'll make them happy.

You were supposed to come down

and get your business
license renewed.

Come on, Robert,
this isn't an official visit.

You're driving your own
car, you're out of uniform,

so you're off duty.

- Uh, this is my friend...
KIMBLE: Ben Lewis.

Ben Lewis, Deputy Robert Howe.

- You a stranger in town?
- I just got here.

Got business here in town?

Robert, stop asking
so many questions.

Mr. Lewis is a friend of mine.

He's going to help
me out on the house.

Okay. Be seeing you.

He's jealous, but
he'll get over it.

I'll send him a
birthday card, I think.

It isn't really for two weeks, but
he's so wrapped up in being a cop,

he won't notice the difference.

I, uh, don't think
I should stay.

[ANDREA SCOFFS]

Are you afraid of him
because he's a cop?

No.

Well, then let's have something to
eat, and I'll show you what's to be done.

How do you like your cocoa?

I'll take it straight.

- You're a brave man.
- Yeah, well...

It's made from clean, uncut Brazil
bean and has a kick like a mule.

I cut mine with a
dash of cognac.

Well, you're a
very, uh, hardy soul.

- Try to be stoical.
- Stoical.

Will you be able to drive
me to the Pinedale Hotel?

No such place.

Uh, the nearest hotel is in Bellman,
which is a hundred miles away.

You can stay right
here in the living room.

Why the story about
the Pinedale Hotel?

I was afraid I'd scare you if I
invited you into my house right off.

Some people have
ideas about these things.

- And you don't?
- I have my own ideas.

- But they're kind of different.
- For example?

Life is short, for one,

and you have to trust yourself
and what you feel about people.

- Andrea...
- No.

Uh, I know, I think,
what you're going to say:

that you're not
what I think you are,

and that I don't know
anything about you.

Have you ever
watched children at play?

How they can take to
each other at first glance

and stay friends forever.

But we're not children, though.

That's a pity.

Drink your cocoa. It's bedtime.

Do you think you
can tuck yourself in?

I'll manage it.

Well, then I'll see
you in the morning.

Night.

Andrea?

Shh. You'll wake everyone.

What time is it?

It's 2:00.

The rain woke me.

It's nice, isn't it?

Yes.

Do you want me to leave?

No.

MAN [ON RADIO]: A
five-state alarm has been issued

for the apprehension
of Richard Kimble,

a convicted murderer.

The fugitive is thought
to be making his way

toward the
Pinedale-Edgemont area.

The fugitive, wanted
for the murder of his wife,

is 6 feet, 160 pounds, dark
hair, medium complexion,

and was last seen wearing a
white shirt and brown slacks.

In one moment, the
local weather picture.

Ben, are you Richard Kimble?

I heard it on the radio just
now. They're looking for you.

Is it...?

Is it true what
they said you did?

I was convicted for it.

- Is it true?
- No.

- What can I do?
- Nothing.

They know you're here.

They know you're in the
Pinedale-Edgemont district.

Robert... Deputy
Howe will be back.

- There a way out of here?
- Yes.

There's a road winding up into
the mountains that leads to a lake.

You can take my car. About
a mile into the mountains,

you'll come to a turnout
over a 500-foot drop.

Send the car over the side.

By the time they get down there
to investigate, you can get away.

I can't do that to your car.

Be tough. You've
got to get out of here.

- Thanks, Andrea.
- Good luck.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Calling Deputy Robert Howe.

This is Howe. What's up?

Kimble is believed
headed toward Ridge Road.

South entry blocked.

Continue to North entry
and establish block. Out.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[SIREN WAILING]

[SIREN APPROACHING]

[SIREN WAILING]

[DOGS BARKING]

[DOGS GROWLING AND BARKING]

Easy. Easy. Back. Back.

Easy.

Take it easy.

Relax.

[DOGS BARK]

Here. Drink this.

Go on, drink it all.

[KIMBLE GRUNTS]

- It was a hunting accident.
- Yeah. Sure.

And after you shot yourself,
you lost your gun in the woods.

Then, to make quite sure
you bled to death in style,

you took off your hunting clothes
and put on a white shirt and tie.

Looks like a .38
caliber police special.

Any good reason why
I shouldn't turn you in?

- Are they still after you?
- I don't know.

Why are they after you?

Don't lie to me, sir.

I found you on my land.

- Why do they want you?
- If I'm intruding...

Oh, you're intruding, all right.

I'm just trying to figure out
the easiest way to get rid of you.

If you'll just show me
how to get off your land...

After all the blood you've lost,

you'd fall flat on your face
within a hundred yards,

and shall have to haul
you back here again.

I guess I should be grateful
that you're such a humanitarian.

There was a rabbi named
Akiva, a great Hebrew scholar.

Lived around about the
time of the second exile.

A lesser rabbi named
Ben Zoma wrote,

"When I die and go up to heaven,

God will not ask me,
'Why are you not Akiva?'

He will ask me, 'Why
are you not Ben Zoma? ""

So I don't try to be a humanitarian
or anything else I'm not.

- Now what happens?
- Nothing happens now.

When your wound
is healed, you'll leave.

Here.

[KIMBLE SIGHS]

What is it?

Chockahaw stew.

Home-grown barley,
wild berries, thyme, thistle,

and a shot of corn liquor.

You're the first man besides
myself that has ever tasted it.

How come?

What you said about
my being an intruder.

You've been alone up
here for a long while.

I made myself free
of you and your kind.

Free of the world.

Can you understand that?

I haven't laid eyes on a man

for 14 years.

Are you sure you covered
that whole canyon?

All right.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

No. Leave it there. We'll have the
laboratory man down in the morning.

Come in.

Hi, Robert. Got here
as fast as I could.

Mr. Jensen gave me a ride.

The wreckage crew got down to
your car, and Kimble wasn't in it.

Good for him.

- Kimble is a convicted murderer.
- Well, now that you know he's alive,

you can hunt him down
and bring him to justice.

Andrea, we're not
dealing with Robin Hood.

- This man murdered his wife.
- I don't believe that.

How could you possibly know?
You only knew him for one day.

Sometimes that is enough.

Yes, I guess it depends on
how well you got to know him.

Oh, look, Robert, you
brought me down here.

- Where was Kimble heading?
- I don't know.

- You gave him your car.
- He took it.

Are you willing to
swear at a theft charge?

Oh, Robert, don't be silly.

If you wanna test my feelings
for him, well, just ask me.

Your feelings are
none of my business.

Evans Gambit.

Not bad.

Well, there's no way
out. You're beaten.

Well, the game's just begun.

That's the difference
between your world and mine.

Down there, in what
you call the real world,

you don't know that
life is running out on you.

You waste what God
gave you, always thinking,

"It's just begun. It's just
begun." And then it's ended.

And what did you
ever have or see or feel

or touch that's real?

There are many ways to live.

Oh, I know. I know all about that.
I've lived those ways for 40 years.

And what did you do?

I've forgotten those years.

- There's nothing you miss?
- I don't miss anything.

How can you miss something
when it's no longer remembered?

KIMBLE: What
about companionship?

I've got all the
companionship I need.

Birds, the wild deer, my
dogs, forest, the mountains.

When I was young, I would've
laughed and thought a man crazy

who told me he talked to
the trees and the stones.

But I talk to
them, and I listen,

and they talk to me.

And what they have to say to
me is fresh and different each day.

Read Thoreau. He'll
tell you all about it.

And even Thoreau didn't
leave the world forever.

He was in Walden for two
years, then he came back.

He wouldn't have
done that today.

He lived in a world that was still
made for men and not machines.

Do you think he would've allowed
himself to become a slave to his car,

to his lawyer,

to the 101 things that run a
man's life from sunup to sundown?

For 40 years, I was one
of them, alone among them.

Then I came up here
and was born again.

I'm very grateful for
what you've done for me.

Don't thank me. I
didn't want you here.

I'll be leaving tomorrow.

Well, uh, it's a long... It's rough
country where you're going.

Besides, your arm
isn't healed yet.

You shouldn't be
leaving for a day or two.

Well, I can't wait.

- There are things I have to do.
- That's what I mean.

You set yourself on the
treadmill, and you can't get off,

not even when your
life's in the balance.

You get caught up in
the world and its ways,

and you let it ride
you right up to the end.

You look at your watch,
and you see time flying,

and you ignore
eternity all around you.

It would take a very unusual
man to be able to handle

something as big as eternity.

[DOG WHINES]

I want you to know I
appreciate what you did for me.

No more than I'd do for
a bird with a broken wing.

Well, the bird
would be grateful.

Thank you.

[DOG GROWLING]

[BARKS]

- Thought you were going.
- I was. Could you call off your dogs?

Certainly.

[DOG GROWLING]

What's the matter with you?

Mr. Lewis has got a long way to
go, so you better get out of the way.

[BARKS]

Well, I don't know
what's bothering them.

What's that?

[BARKS]

Oh, I see. They
want you to stay.

They don't want you to leave
until your wound's healed.

When they feel as strongly
as that about anything,

even I don't cross them.
So we better get inside.

What are you trying to
do? Keep me prisoner here?

Well, now, that's looking
on the negative side.

- Well, what's the point, John?
- I told you, you're not fit to travel.

When you're ready
to go, you'll go by night

and be five miles past
my place by daybreak.

Go now by day, and, weak
as you are, you'll get caught.

- I'll take that chance.
- Well, I won't.

If you're caught near here,
they'll start asking questions,

and sooner or later,
they'll come to me.

Then I shall have to go
down there with them.

- Do you know what that means?
- That...

- The end of my life.
- Doesn't make any sense, John.

The longer I stay
in this county,

the longer they'll be
able to track me here.

What are you gonna
say if they find me here?

- I'll worry about that.
- I'm sorry. It's my decision.

All right, go ahead.
As a matter of fact,

we were going to get
some rabbits for dinner.

Well, if I'm too sick to travel, I
suppose I'm too sick to go hunting.

Wrong on two counts, Mr. Lewis.
Didn't say we were going hunting.

I trap my food. My gun
is mainly for self-defense.

- You said two counts.
- Ah, yes.

That's right. When I
said we were going,

I meant the dogs and myself.

Of course, I shall expect you
to be here when we get back.

In case you've forgotten, we've,
uh, got a chess game to finish.

Kimble must be long gone
out of our territory by now.

I think we're wasting our time.

Do you have something
more pressing on your mind?

I mean, have we got
a local crime wave

that I haven't heard
anything about?

Call the main station in Edgemont.
Have them maintain their patrols

on our side of the mountain
for another few days.

Edgemont. Edgemont
station. This is Pinedale.

Looks as though Ben has left us.

And after you telling him not to
leave till his wound was healed.

Well, we better go
and bring him back.

[DOGS BARK IN DISTANCE]

Easy, now! Take your time.

There's no hurry at all.

[DOGS BARK IN DISTANCE]

[DOG WHINES]

Pepper.

[DOGS BARKING]

[DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[DOGS BARKING]

[DOGS BARKING NEARBY]

[LAUGHING]

Come on down!

There's no place to go.

[DOGS GROWLING AND BARKING]

Why did you take me
in in the first place?

Because you needed help.

Why didn't you give me that
help and then send me on my way?

I had my reasons.

The reasons are that
you're lonely, Mallory.

For someone to talk
to, anyone to talk to.

I never needed
anyone but myself.

And look what you've
become: a stir-crazy old man

chasing another human
being around the countryside

with a shotgun because
you can't stand to be alone.

There's planting to do tomorrow.
You can help me if you like.

Do you good to get down to
the earth, plant your own food.

[COUGHS]

This cold night air.

You can do me a favor.

Take some of the smoked
meat out to the dogs.

Oh.

Thanks. That'll get
me fixed up in no time.

You're running a
high fever, Mallory.

I ran a temperature of 106 once.

[COUGHS]

Got it down in a night. Hot
water and elderberry herbs.

Your thermometer was
probably out of whack.

You're a sick man. You have
a severe pulmonary infection.

You need a doctor.

I've got nothing but a cold.

Besides, no doctor's gonna
make any house calls up here.

- Then I'll go get some medicines.
- And run off?

You'll have to think of
something better than that.

Mallory, you're a
65-year-old man.

That infection's worse
than it was last night.

It'll be even worse tonight.

- How do you know so much about it?
- I'm a doctor.

Police don't go chasing
doctors through woods.

They do when they're
wanted for murder.

That means nothing to me.

KIMBLE: What it means is
I'm putting my life in your hands.

I've seen things like this before.
I know what I'm talking about.

You need medicines,
new medicines.

Medicines you know nothing
about. If you don't get them, you'll die.

[CHUCKLES]

That's a fine story.

When I feel better,
you can tell me another.

[DOG WHINING]

MALLORY: Ben.

Yes?

Sounds like the dogs are hungry.

You been feeding them on time?

Yeah, I've been
feeding them on time.

MALLORY: I don't know
what's got into them.

I don't know.

[GRUNTING]

I can't see the truck from here.

Ben. Ben.

I'm here.

[MALLORY SIGHS]

[MALLORY PANTING]

[MALLORY GASPS]

- That's cold.
- It'll make you feel better.

It's cold. Get the fire going.

[DOG WHINING]

Mallory, let me get
those medicines.

You sure you've been
feeding those dogs?

Yes.

You're a good fella,
Ben. You're a good fella.

Go make yourself some herb tea.

It'll save you
from catching cold.

We'll go fishing tomorrow.

Fishing.

Ah, I... I know where...

I know where...

Nellie?

Nellie?

I know... [DOGS GROWLING]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

What are you doing here?

- I need a doctor.
- What happened? You didn't go over

- the side with the car?
- It's not for me.

For who? You should've
been over the mountain

and halfway to
California by now.

I sort of got detoured, and I ran
into this old man in the mountains.

He's sick. He needs help.

- You ran into old Mr. Mallory?
- Yeah.

From the stories I hear,
you're lucky to be here.

- He saved my life.
- What do you wanna do?

- Get a doctor up there.
- Oh, boy.

You've chosen a bad time. We
haven't got a doctor in Pinedale.

The one we have rides
circuit over the whole country.

He's in Bellman now.
That's a hundred miles away.

Is there a pharmacy here?

Well, Kugler's won't
open for another few hours.

Mr. Kugler lives in
the back of the store.

- What's the address?
- I'll come with you.

- Well, what's the emergency?
- I'll let him tell you.

Mr. Mallory, the old man that
lives up in the hills, he's sick.

Uh-huh.

Well, he's running a high fever.
I think it's a pulmonary infection.

He won't come out
of the mountains.

If he doesn't get antibiotics,
I think he might die.

Doctor's off at Bellman. Should
be back Monday or Tuesday.

Mr. Kugler, we can't wait
until Monday or Tuesday.

- That's why we came to you.
- What do you want me to do?

Take the drugs up there to him.

It's against the law.

Mr. Kugler, you're the closest
thing we have to a doctor,

and a man's life is in danger.

All right, I'm willing to let you have
the medicines, if you'll sign for them.

But nobody's gonna
get me to go up there.

That old hermit's touched in
the head. Everybody knows that.

Can't get near the cabin.

Last year, the Frederickson
boy strayed up there,

and those dogs
nearly killed him.

You give us the drugs,
and I'll take it up to him.

Ben, I'll go. Is that all right?

Well, if you're fool enough.
It's none of my business.

Andrea, he's right. It's too
dangerous. Uh, you stay here.

- What about you?
- The dogs know me.

- They won't hurt me.
- Not unless Mallory tells them to.

He won't tell them
to. He's a sick man.

What about the police?

They lost you once. They're not
going to let you get away again.

He saved my life.
I can't let him die.

Here are some antibiotics.

Give him two pills right off,
and one every three hours.

I put in something for the pain.

I'm really sticking my neck out.

- I'll need your signature.
- I'll sign it.

- Would you put them on my account?
- Yeah.

Thank you, Mr. Kugler.

[ENGINE STARTS]

I wish you'd let me go with you.

I won't be coming back, Andrea.

I don't believe that.

I'll expect to have you

come pounding at my door
someday at 5 in the morning.

[DOGS WHINING]

[DOGS GROWL]

I told you I'd track you down.

You didn't track me down.
I was in town. I came back.

You're lying.

You tricked me, and you
did the same for my dogs.

Now I'm gonna turn them loose.

Wait a minute.

Here.

Medicine.

Why?

Why didn't you keep going on?

The same reason you helped me.

[DOG WHINES]

All right. All right.

Robert. Glad you could come.

- Where is he, Andrea?
- Who?

Got a call from
Kugler this morning.

Said a man answering
Kimble's description

came in for some medication.

- He must be ill.
- Well, then maybe he'll die,

and you'll have all
your problems solved.

Kugler said he told some wild
story about needing the medication

for old man Mallory.

That's silly, isn't it?

No one can get near
the old man's cabin.

Maybe it's not so silly.

Maybe he was telling the truth.

- Are you going up there?
- Yes.

- I'm going with you.
- No, you're not.

If he's there, there
may be trouble.

If you don't take
me, I'll go on my own.

Okay.

Take one of these three times a
day until the fever's completely gone.

Which means you're leaving?

Well, if you want to
go, I can't stop you.

The pharmacist may
have called police.

If he did, they'll
be coming up here.

There are a hundred
places I could show you.

They'd never find you.

I have an appointment to keep.

You want to clear yourself, eh?

For what?

The good opinion of men?

- I want to stop running.
- That's where you're wrong.

You'll find another excuse.

You'll never stop running.

You'll be like the rest of them,
on the treadmill until you die.

Here, you could have beauty

outside your own door.

Fulfillment in every grain of
wheat you plant and harvest.

A chance to be at
peace with your own soul.

- And loneliness.
- Yes.

And loneliness.

But it's a small price to pay.

[DOGS BARKING OUTSIDE]

There's somebody
coming. Hand me my boots.

[DOGS BARKING]

MALLORY: You stay
where you are, sheriff.

We're going into your
cabin, Mr. Mallory.

Pull your dogs aside.

The only place you're going
is back to where you came.

It's no use, Mallory.
We know he's in there.

There's no one in there.
I'm a mad hermit, sheriff.

Mad hermits don't
have house guests.

- By definition.
- Then why not let us in?

What are you
protecting in there?

My privacy.

Mr. Mallory, I don't wanna
hurt you or your dogs,

but we're going into that cabin.

[DOGS GROWL AND BARK]

I've told you, sheriff, he
didn't give me his life story,

and he didn't leave
a forwarding address.

Ah, what about you, Andrea?
You knew he was a fugitive.

The first time, you told
me he was an old friend.

- What's your story this time?
- Robert, you're not being a gentleman.

I'm a law officer.

Then you ought to change professions,
because it's making you a bore.

There is nothing
boring about murder

or about helping a
murderer escape justice.

What do you wanna
do, send me to jail?

Would that satisfy
your sense of justice?

[ROBERT SIGHS]

All right, let's go into Bellman
and get the doctor. Andrea.

You go. I'll wait
here for the doctor.

I know you mean
well, young lady,

but I've always managed
to look after myself.

[COUGHING]

- Thank you.
- Mr. Mallory, I've always been a girl

who knows when she's not
wanted, and it's never stopped me.

Robert.

Now, Mr. Mallory, where
do you keep your cocoa?

NARRATOR: A
fugitive is a man in exile.

A woman's love
can remain with him

only long enough to
remind him of his loss.

For Richard Kimble, it
is the price of freedom.