All language subtitles for The Fugitive - 04x29 - The Judgment (1)_prob3

NARRATOR: Next:

The Fugitive in color.

All right, hold it, Kimble!

I'm sorry, your
fare already left.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Come on, hands behind you.

Gerard, for the first time I feel
I'm really close to something.

It had to happen
someday, you knew that.

I'm sorry.

You just ran out of time.

[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:

Richard Anderson,

Joseph Campanella,

Michael Constantine,

Jacqueline Scott

and special guest
star Diane Baker.

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.

[ANNOUNCER READS ON-SCREEN TEXT]

[DOOR OPENS]

Drop it!

Get up against that wall.

Put those hands up.

MAN: Davis.

You drop this one, get right
on the semi that just came in.

- Taking it to L.A. tonight.
- Okay.

NARRATOR: How
long can a man search

before the search destroys him?

To Richard Kimble, working for
a trucking firm in Tucson, Arizona,

defeat has never
seemed so mockingly near.

Months have passed
and the trail stays cold.

There is no trace of the
elusive hope he seeks.

But sometimes hope lies
no further than the next truck.

What's the matter, Davis?
Don't you want to fix this truck?

Well, sure.

Frankly, captain, it's not the year's
hottest story and we ran it once.

Well, run it twice, Nat.
And I owe you a bigger one.

How come the L.A.P.D. is so
anxious to publicize its capture

of a one-armed transient
who broke up a crummy bar?

- How come?
- We're just a bunch of egomaniacs.

All right, you'll
tell me sometime.

- Will he do it?
- I think so.

He owes me some favors.

Of course, the,
uh, wire services

won't give this the kind of
national play the first story got.

All right, then let's
give it some juice.

Call a press conference.
Reveal how you saw

the routine arrest
report on Fred Johnson,

your dramatic
flight out of Stafford.

Hey, Phil? I'm kidding.

Where's your sense of humor?

I don't know.

I've lost a lot of things
these last four years.

Starting with a prisoner
the state told me to guard.

Come on, I'll buy
you a cup of coffee.

You think this
will get him back?

It could.

If he sees the story,
he'll take the chance.

I know Kimble.

Carlisle, if one of you
court stenographers

could only teach me
how to play this thing,

why, I could astound
my friends and neighbors.

Not a chance, Nat.
Now, hands off.

GERARD: All right,
it's pathological.

But to him it's real.

We've been hounding
this man for four years.

What's the matter?

Nothing. I... I just
saw someone I knew.

- Uh, where do you know him from?
- Stafford, Indiana.

The little town with
the great big heart.

- Stafford, Indiana. Stafford...
- The Kimble case.

Of course. The doctor
that murdered his wife.

They said he did.

Jean, is that the cop? Is that the
one that's been chasing him? Uh...

- Uh, Jerrell?
- Gerard.

Yeah, now it all makes sense.

They've got this Carson guy
and they're out trolling for Kimble.

Trying to lure him in.

And Lee had the nerve to
promise me a bigger story.

Excuse me.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[VACUUM WHIRRING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Uh, the phone's ringing.

- What?
- The phone's ringing!

I can't talk now, darling, I
have to answer the phone.

Hello.

Oh, yes, I'll
accept the charges.

Hello.

Jean?

Oh, Jean Carlisle.

Well, what... How are you?

I haven't seen you for years.

Five or six, I guess. Not
counting Christmas cards.

Well, are you still
in Los Angeles?

Of course you are.
The operator said...

Do you have any way of
contacting your brother?

Richard? Why?

The papers had a
story the other day

about a one-armed man
who was arrested here.

Mm-hm.

The wire services picked up the story
and, well, Richard might have seen it.

Well, if he did, he's probably
headed your way right now.

Donna, I do a lot of work
at L.A. police headquarters.

Lieutenant Gerard is here.

Oh.

Yeah, Dick should
know about that. I'll, uh...

I'll try and get in
touch with him.

Take my number and call me back.

I'll call you back.

[SIGHS]

Be there.

[PHONE RINGING]

Tri-State Vans.

Davis? Sorry, he picked up
his pay about an hour ago.

Gave me 15 minutes notice and
some story about a sick uncle in L.A.

Yeah, he hitched a
ride on one of our trucks.

Don't mention it.

Just don't let me see
him around here again.

Let me see, the area
code for Los Angeles is 213.

It's a good thing I make enough
money to support your telephone habit.

JEAN: Excuse me.

Anytime.

- Did you just come in from Tucson?
- Straight through.

If I knew you was waiting for me, I
wouldn't have stopped for breakfast.

Uh, you didn't have
any passengers, did you?

You a company spy
or something, honey?

We can't carry passengers.

A man who worked for
your company. Frank Davis.

- That's who you're looking for?
- You know where he is?

I knew where he
was five minutes ago.

The produce market
on San Pedro Street.

Oh. Did he say where
he was going from there?

Sorry, honey, I
never saw him leave.

Oh, well, thanks.
Thanks very much.

- I won't do, huh?
- No chance, honey.

[ENGINE STARTS]

OFFICER: Excuse me.

I was wondering if
you've seen this man.

Why ask me?

Oh, we're running a check
on all out-of-state vehicles.

You've got one.

I was wondering if this Fred Carson
might be the guy I'm looking for.

He owes me some money.

- What's your man's name?
- Johnson. Fred Johnson.

At least that's the
name he gave me.

Hold on a minute.

See if they're
getting the trace.

He may not even
be calling from town.

Then we ought to know
that too. Keep stalling.

I'm sorry, we can't find where
he's ever used the name Johnson.

Uh, could you give me
some kind of description?

I think he's about 6 feet,

210, maybe 215 pounds,

dark hair, right arm is missing.

Oh. Could be him, I guess.

Got anything else
to pin it down?

No. Thank you.

Thanks, fellows.

- Dr. Kimble. You don't remember me.
- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- Ben Carlisle's daughter?

- Jean?
- Jean.

Come on.

I talked to Donna.

That'll be $3, miss.

Thank you.

[ENGINE STARTS]

OFFICER: Hey, hold it!

Hey, come on.

Right. Okay, thanks.

It was Kimble they saw.
The phone trace matches up.

L.A. Produce Market.

- Any description of the girl?
- No, and nothing on the car, either.

Couldn't even get
the license number.

Sorry, Phil, almost
had him on the hook.

We'll get him.

This time we've got
something he wants.

You know who I am, don't you?

- I think you do.
- You're a cop.

That's right.

From Indiana. Stafford, in fact.
You know that town, Johnson?

That's not my name.

It'll do for now.

Ever been to Stafford?

A little while ago, we had
a phone call from a man

who's sure he saw
you in Stafford once.

A few years back.

His name is Richard Kimble.

I ain't ever been
to any Stafford.

Have you ever heard
of Richard Kimble?

I thought you might have.

He's been after you for
a long time, hasn't he?

He's got something
wrong in the head.

- He claims you killed his wife.
- He's lying.

Take it easy, Johnson.
We're on your side.

I think he invented that story.

Then he saw you one day and
finished up believing his own lie.

Then get him off my back.

We will, and when we do, I want
you to throw that lie in his face.

JOHNSON: What
do you want from me?

GERARD: Just tell me
where you were that night.

JOHNSON: What night?
- September 19th, 1961.

The night Helen
Kimble was murdered.

September '61... September...

Oh, yeah, Texas.

- Where in Texas?
- El Paso. I was there all year.

- Doing what?
- Working. Hanging around.

And you didn't leave El
Paso the whole of 1961?

That's right.

- You've never been to Stafford?
- No.

- Ever been to Indiana?
- I might have been through there

hopping freight and all.

You know a man called Gus Evans?

JOHNSON: Never heard of him.
- That's odd.

The FBI says his
fingerprints match yours.

JOHNSON: They're wrong.

Using the name Gus Evans,
you took a job as night watchman

for an electronics firm. They
were doing some government work

so they took your fingerprints
for clearance purposes.

Any of this coming
back to you now?

I don't know. Maybe.

On September 5th, 1961,

just two weeks before
Helen Kimble was murdered,

you were fired for
drinking on the job.

- So what?
- So that plant was located

in Indianapolis, just
75 miles from Stafford.

I told you I been through there.

You said you didn't
leave El Paso all year.

I got confused.

You're lying.

No, just forgot, that's all.

- Did you forget about Stafford, too?
- Never been there.

But you've "been through"
Indiana, but you never left El Paso,

and you never
heard of Gus Evans.

You got me all mixed up.

Tell the truth. That way
you won't get mixed up.

I don't have to answer
any more questions.

- Did you kill Helen Kimble?
- I wanna see a lawyer.

Why did you lie?

I don't have to talk to you.

- Did you kill Helen Kimble?
- Phil.

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

Captain, just hit the stands.
I thought you should see it.

I'm afraid you've been dragged
out of the background, Phil.

All right, we'll use it.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING OVER RADIO]

Let's see. The doctor likes his
steak medium rare, as I recall.

How did you know that?

Ha, ha. Big barbecue
at the country club.

I was home from college.

I just remember you
ordering a steak like that.

A long time ago.

I don't know whether I'd know
one end of a golf club from the other.

Your father was a good golfer.

Yes, indeed.

Shot in the low 70s.
Embezzled in the high 80s.

[SHUTS RADIO OFF]

KIMBLE: I read about his death.

Yeah, in prison.

KIMBLE: I didn't know him well.
But he seemed like a decent man.

No.

No, it was not decent
to embezzle that money.

A lot of innocent
people suffered for it.

Neither was it decent

for the good citizens of Stafford
to destroy my mother for his sins.

I heard you had a rough time.

Everyone did his civic duty.

We were systematically starved.

Economically and emotionally.

Thank God there was one
subversive family left in town.

The Kimbles.

I always wondered why your
mother didn't leave Stafford.

She couldn't.

The town wanted
her to stay and suffer

and die.

So that's what she did.

All very quietly,

paying a debt that
she never owed.

Fortunately for
that steno machine.

My ticket out.

It's taken me to nine cities
in the past three years.

- Don't you get tired of traveling?
- No, no, how could anyone?

It can happen.

I'm sorry.

MAN [ON TV]: And they
promised a full-scale investigation

no later than next month.

In other local news,

Los Angeles may be the hiding place
of a long-sought fugitive from justice.

Tom Devlin has the story
at Police Headquarters.

Where is Richard Kimble?

That is the question that has
haunted an Indiana policeman

for almost four years now.

Today, that lawman,
Lieutenant Philip Gerard,

arrived in Los Angeles
to continue the hunt

and to make a dramatic offer.

First of all, lieutenant,
what makes you believe

that Richard Kimble is in
the Southern California area?

Uh, because Fred
Johnson is in custody here.

But there was never any evidence

that Kimble's story about
a one-armed man was true.

Have you anything to support
it now? Is Johnson the man?

Uh, perhaps this is not the
place to discuss the evidence.

But, uh, if Kimble
gives himself up,

we will make every
effort to ascertain the truth.

DEVLIN: Lieutenant, will you
tell us just one more thing...

- Well, don't you want to hear the rest?
- It's been on the news all day.

You know, it seems like such
one-sided bargain, giving yourself up.

It may be the only
chance I have.

Maybe I could
make him talk or...

I doubt it.

Then what am I doing, Jean?

Why chase him ten
times cross the country?

I'm tired.

I'm tired.

Your steak's getting over-done.

Try to get a good
look at Johnson.

Make sure the picture
in the paper isn't a plant.

Make sure they really have him.

You didn't get much
sleep last night, did you?

A little.

Are you coming
into headquarters?

I haven't made up my mind.

I think you have.

- Jean...
- Don't, look... I paid some dues.

That's all there was to it.

Okay?

Okay, thank you.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Hello.
- He's still here.

The picture was on the level.

Find Gerard, tell
him I'm coming in.

Tell him I don't want to
be picked up on the way.

I'm coming in voluntarily.

I'll tell him, and, Dick...

[SIGHS]

Never mind.

- Who sent you here?
- Ha, ha.

Come, come, lieutenant, I'm only
a bail bondsman, not an attorney,

but I know that's
privileged information.

Now, I put up the correct bail
as you can see on the receipt.

I believe that's all
you need to know.

- You paid 3,000 in cash?
- Thirty-one hundred dollar bills.

Now you're to release
one Fred Johnson

in the interests of justice,

not to mention my
cab waiting downstairs.

I'd appreciate it if you'd
produce the gentleman.

[LEE SIGHS]

Phil, there's nothing I
can do. He posted the bail.

I've got to let Johnson go.

- Heh. Exactly.
- Get him.

CABBY: Where to, mister?

[ENGINE STARTS]

Civic Center.
Police headquarters.

LEE: You'll see to it that he
doesn't leave the jurisdiction?

I assure you my
client has no desire

to make a $3,000 contribution
to the State of California.

Good day, gentlemen.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I want a 24-hour
watch on Johnson.

Phil, don't worry, if Kimble tries
to contact him, we'll be there.

Who put up the money?

He wouldn't tell them.

Don't stay too close.

I seem to keep getting
you involved in all this.

No, I keep getting me involved.

Those dues you think you owe
me, Jean, they've been paid.

You know what, Richard?

I don't think it's really dues.

Not anymore.

That's right.
They're in the zoo.

We'll stay on them but
we could use some help.

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Roger, you got it.

Don't you worry about them.

They can't hear a thing.

We'll go back to
my office and talk

just as soon as a friend of
mine makes sure it isn't bugged.

What do you expect to do?

I have to talk to
that bail bondsman.

- But how?
- I don't know.

Isn't that amazing how some
creatures are satisfied with scraps, Fred?

But I don't think you would be

and I'm a shrewd
judge of human nature.

In my business you have to be.

Yeah?

Yeah, you know,
son, you interest me.

Now, somebody has
overlooked your lack of status.

[CHUCKLES]

Somebody has put up three
grand to bail you out of jail.

They don't want
you to come back.

What do you mean?

I mean there's another
thousand for you if you jump bail.

My client's instructions.

- A thousand bucks? Give me it.
- Not quite yet.

I told you, I want to know why
somebody thinks you're that important.

Who cares? Give me the money.

"Give me the money.
Give me, give me, give me!"

- You sound like a greedy child, Fred.
- I need the money.

Sure you need the money, but
wouldn't you rather have more?

Say, uh, 50,000?

Who knows how
high the pot may run?

What are you talking about?

Oh, Fred.

Fred, I've got a
name and a location.

You've got the reason
why he hired me.

We pool our information, who
knows what we might come up with?

We're just going to have
to trust each other, Fred.

I'll think about it.

You do that, Fred, and I'll
go get some refreshments.

But, Fred, think big.

[CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES]

He's alone now. They're
watching Johnson.

JEAN: Dick!

Those two men behind us.
They're from the department.

I think you should wait.

Two more familiar faces.

Look, uh, I think I can find a
way to get into Howe's office,

but we'll have to wait.

Come on, come
on, let's just walk.

HOWE: There you go, Fred.

Just think of it, Fred.
The man paid $4,000

to get you away from the police.

[CHUCKLES]

There you are, Fred, $4,000
and nobody forced him,

nobody asked him,
nobody even said please.

Now, what do you suppose
he'd pay if we squeezed a little?

What's his name?

Fred, are you gonna tell me
you don't know the name of a man

that would put up that kind
of money to bail you out?

Maybe I know what he looks like.

Oh.

Well, I can put a name to him.

If I tell you why he's scared
of me, you'll tell me who he is.

Well, I'd have to, wouldn't
I? I mean, we'd be partners.

[HOWE CHUCKLES]

You could drift in style,

right out of the country,
if you wanted to.

Away from the police,
away from Kimble.

Kimble? He's been bugging me
for years. Says I killed his wife.

HOWE: Well, did you, Fred?

I want more than half.
I'm taking the big chance.

Equal partners,
Fred, equal partners.

Fred, did you
kill Kimble's wife?

No, but I was there and
saw the man who did.

But you never said anything.

Wasn't supposed to
be in that house, pal.

No skin off my nose
if the doctor burns.

You dirty dog.

Now, Fred, this is important.

The man you saw
has got to be my client.

Now, would you
recognize him now?

Sure.

- We're leaving for Stafford right now.
- Not me.

Not without his name.

Fred, you're so suspicious.

Of course.

[CHUCKLES]

Hey, Jeanie!

Hi, Dan.

You just parked here
trying to pick up some girls?

Well, it's a nice night for it.

Well, if I see any, I'll tell
them you're here, okay?

They got you working nights?

Well, a little moonlighting, you
know, gotta pay off my yacht somehow.

[DAN CHUCKLES]

- Hey, I'm late, I gotta get going.
- Okay, I'll see you.

There's a police
car parked out front.

It must mean
Johnson's still with him.

Shut the door.

He was beaten to death.

Do you think it was Johnson?

Well, he's done it before.

He had an attaché case
with a file folder on Johnson.

That doesn't seem to be here.

Letter objecting
to his phone bill.

What's this?

Let me see.

Speed writing.

Dick, the first
word is "Johnson."

- What else?
- Uh, three thousand... The bail.

Um...

The next, let's see.

Staf... It says Stafford.

Go on.

And there's a name...

Could be the name of the
man who put up the money.

Lem... Leonard.
That's it, Leonard.

Well, what is it?

Taft.

Taft?

It's written right there.

Dick, he's your
own brother-in-law.

- You can't think...
- I don't know what to think.

No, no, he couldn't have.

Well, I've got the
APB out on Johnson.

What about Kimble? He
could have followed them here.

Maybe, but he wouldn't kill him.

Now, why do you say that?

I don't know, I just
don't think he did.

Sorry, sir. We just assumed as long
as Howe's car was parked in front,

we had the situation
under control.

- You didn't see anyone leave?
- No, sir.

In fact, while we were there, no
one came in or out except Jean.

- Who? OFFICER: Jean Carlisle.

- When did she get here?
- About a quarter of eight.

She left about 15 minutes later.

Said she was on a
job and got stood up.

- Who's Jean Carlisle?
- She's a stenotypist.

Works for the department.

Come to think of it, she's from
your home state, lieutenant.

Whereabouts?

I don't know, some
small town, I think.

Do you have her address?

I'm going to Stafford.

Oh, I suppose you have to.

That's where the answer is.
Maybe it's been there all along.

I'm sort of needing a
few answers myself.

I guess I'm just curious.

It's like reading a novel
without the last chapter.

Or a math problem. Or...

Who am I kidding? I'm
kidding me, that's who.

I'm not looking at
the problem. I'm in it.

- You don't have to be, Jean.
- Yes, I do.

I'm sorry, Dr. Kimble.
But, yes, I do.

And it doesn't even matter
whether you want me to be or not.

I want you to be.

Now, practical, practical.
You'll need a car.

Take mine.

- What if I'm caught?
- Well, you can say you stole it.

- But you won't be.
- I'll take it as far as San Diego.

- No...
- Then I'll get a bus.

- No arguments.
- Yes, sir.

I'll get word to you somehow.

It's hard to believe that
Len's mixed up in this. But...

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Look, the bedroom.

I'll get rid of whoever it is.

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

Just a minute.

- Miss Carlisle?
- Yes.

I'm Lieutenant
Gerard. May I come in?

- Well, uh...
- It's an Indiana badge, Miss Carlisle.

Stafford, to be exact.

Oh, really, well, I used to
live in Stafford. Come in.

Come in, please.

Uh, I understand you were
working tonight, Miss Carlisle.

Well, you are a
policeman, aren't you?

Well, I thought I was
working. A deposition.

I got there, I waited around
and nobody showed up.

A man was killed in
that building tonight

- just around the time you were there.
- Oh, gee, I'm sorry.

- Did you see anybody at all?
- No, not a soul.

Have you seen Richard Kimble?

Dr. Kimble?

Well, how would I, I mean...?

Let's see, I haven't seen him
since, um, his trial, I guess.

He's here in Los Angeles.

He was seen yesterday at the
produce market with a young woman.

Ah. Now I see,
that's why you're here.

I'm a young woman,
I was from Stafford

therefore, I must be hiding Kimble
under my bed or someplace. Really...

No one's accusing you
of that, Miss Carlisle.

Well, I tell you the
truth, lieutenant.

I'm not even sure I'd know
Richard Kimble if I saw him.

In that case, I guess
I've been wasting my time.

And yours too.

- Good night.
- Good night, lieutenant.

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]

[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]

He still suspects something.
You've got to get out of here.

- Is there a back door?
- No.

There's one car down there.

Take the car and drive
away. They'll follow you.

By the time they get somebody
back here, I'll get a cab.

- But how will you get out of town?
- Same way we planned.

You drive the car somewhere.

Leave the keys and
then take off somewhere.

- They'll stay with you, not the car.
- Then you take a cab where I left it.

Okay, let's see, there's a little
art theater, the Little Olympus

on Wilshire and Paxton.
I'll park the car on Paxton...

I guess I better call the cab.

[JEAN SIGHS]

You better go before
my cab gets here.

Oh, Dick, I'm going
to see you again.

Yeah. Come on.

[HORN HONKS OUTSIDE]

All right, hold it, Kimble.

I'm sorry, your
fare already left.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Come on, hands behind you.

Gerard, for the first time I feel
I'm really close to something.

It had to happen someday.

You knew that.

I'm sorry.

You just ran out of time.

[HANDCUFFS CLICK]

[TRAIN HORN BLARING]

NARRATOR: A free man,

Fred Johnson boarded a
train that will take him east,

to Indiana, to Stafford.

[HORN BLARING]

NARRATOR: Hours later,
two men boarded another train

which will bring them
to the same destination.

For one of these,
the moment of arrival

will be one of grim and
long-sought triumph.

For the other,

his homecoming will
mark only one more stop

on his way to a destiny

decreed in a court of
law four years before.

Richard Kimble is
on his way home.

And to an overdue
appointment with death.