The Fugitive 1963 S3E15 - English Transcript

( suspenseful theme playing ) Hey, what's all this junk? Probably belongs to the kid. That kid we saw? Yeah, Mrs. Carter's boy. MAN 1: What's back there? MAN 2: I don't know. Let's take a walk. ( ominous theme playing ) Why do those men want to hurt you? NARRATOR: ( dramatic theme playing ) A QM Production. Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble. An innocent victim of blind justice, falsely convicted for the *** 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: Harry Townes Georgann Johnson. Johnny Jensen. ANNOUNCER: ( solemn theme playing ) NARRATOR: For a fugitive, there is no rest from the past and no safety in the present. Even here, in the remote village of Smallgroves, Wyoming, the most ordinary day may explode in his face. Rumors that Richard Kimble had been seen in the city of Casper, have been relayed to every law enforcement agency in this corner of the state. Is that all? Yup. Hey, hey, come on, Jake. I gotta get movin'. Okay, okay, that's uh eighty-eight cents with tax. ( ominous theme playing ) Okay, I'll see you on the weekend. ( tense theme playing ) More coffee? No, thank you. How much do I owe you? That's, uh, ( mysterious theme playing ) Can you give me a lift? Are you going east? Yeah. Yeah. I'll take you as far as the junction. ( car departing ) ( ominous theme playing ) ( man dialing phone ) WILKINS: This is Constable Wilkins. I want to talk to the sheriff in Taggart City. Well, of course it's urgent. Hello? This is Jake Wilkins over in Smallgroves. I want to talk to Sheriff Holcomb. Yeah, hello, Jake. Russ Atkinson. The sheriff isn't in yet. Anything I can do for you? Well, when will he be in? I want to talk to him personally. Well, if it's real important, I might be able to locate him for you. Well, I don't know. It's about that Kimble, that poster you sent me? Yeah, what about him? Well, I think I'd better wait and talk to the sheriff. Tell him to call me as soon as he gets in. Punk deputy. If it's "really important. " I just served this guy not 10 minutes ago. You--? You mean he was here? Eggs, toast and coffee. Where'd he go? I don't know. He could not have gotten too far by now. Are you going to tell them? Well, of course I'm going to tell them. Hey, Jake, I got a better idea. Why don't you catch this guy yourself? Yeah, the papers would be full of it. The sightseers would flock in here to see the town that caught Kimble. We might even need a full-time sheriff, instead of a part-time constable, huh? Jake, it might be your one chance to get out of the kitchen. ( suspenseful theme playing ) See, I'm-- I'm gonna turn east up here at the junction but this'll be a better place for you to get another hitch. Thanks. I saw your sign. Well, the job doesn't pay much. It's $20 a week and meals and there's a cabin out in the back. It's only temporary. That's okay. Well, you don't look like a transient. Well, how many have you seen? ( chuckles ) ( chuckles ) What's your name? Jim McGuire. Lois Carter. How do you do? How do you do? Just my son and I live here and it's not very exciting. I'm trying to get this place ready by the time the new highway's open. When do you want to start? How about now? Fine. Uh, the first thing you can do is to take these shades down to Cabin Eight. And if you see my son around there, will you tell him he's got 15 minutes to get ready for school? What's his name? Kenny. He's probably playing around the back somewhere. All right. I'll get him. ( soft theme playing ) Hi. Hello. A nest? They never even had a chance to be born. Every time the wind blows it knocks them down. I buried them, but they weren't even birds yet. They were just ideas for birds. ( bird chirps ) That one of yours? Birds don't belong to anybody. If you capture them they die. KENNY: Don't come in here. This is my place! It's mine! All right. I won't go anyplace where I'm not invited. KENNY: Nobody gets invited in here! Nobody! It's just that I think she will build another nest. KENNY: Yeah, she always does. But, the wind always knocks it down again. Well, there's only one thing to do. What? Build a birdhouse. I could never build a birdhouse. Sure you can. All you need is some wood. And, well, uh Put it up high in the tree and let the wind blow all it wants. It can't fall down. That's right. Who are you? My name's Jim McGuire. I'm going to be helping out around here for a while. Hey, that reminds me, your mother wanted me to get you ready for school. I don't have to go to school Saturday. We can build it then. ( cheerful theme playing ) Mr. McGuire's going to build me a birdhouse. Why, did he tell you that? No. He promised me with his eyes. ( ominous theme playing ) That's right. Any strangers at all, just let me know. ( door opens ) Oh. Hi, Russ. Jake. What's on your mind? The sheriff was just curious about that call, about Kimble. ( chuckles ): Oh. Oh, that, yeah. That was just a mistake. ( chuckles ) This, uh, fella sort of looked like him but I thought, no, well, it wasn't, and so I didn't want you fellas to get all steamed up over a false alarm. Then why the gun? Well, where is this guy you thought was Kimble, and then decided wasn't? I don't know. No, I really don't. Was anybody with you when you saw him? Yeah. Uh As a matter of fact, uh, I think-- Carl Ritter was here. Then let's go talk to him. Well, he's not here. Look, Jake, if you're playing games, forget it. Because if you lose, you could get in a lot of trouble. Oh, no. He's-- He's a trucker. He-- He's out on a route somewhere. He-- He won't be back until tomorrow sometime. Okay. I'll just stick around, then, just in case. In the meantime, why don't you fix me something to eat? Yeah. Okay. Can't say I don't cooperate with the county. ( ominous theme playing ) ( soft theme playing ) Kenny. Never mind. ( door closes ) Excuse me. Is there something wrong? No, it's-- It's all right. I'm sorry. Can I offer you a cup of coffee, or something? Thank you. It's left over from this morning. Oh, that's fine. Please forgive me if I seem a little distracted. I've just come from a meeting with Kenny's teacher. Oh. I'm sure that she's a very nice lady. What is it? Spitballs or passing notes? I only wish it were. Thank you. I'm afraid it's a little bit more serious. What did she say? Well, it seems, according to her, that Kenny is somewhat of a problem child. Is that what she said? No, not exactly. She isn't the first. She said today that during the study period, Kenny got into an argument with another child and he started shouting, "eggs only hatch in dead things" over and over and over again until the little girl started to cry. Well, that doesn't necessarily mean he's a problem child. ( soft theme playing ) I've been thinking of taking Kenny out of school and sending him someplace, you know, that's equipped to deal with children who are-- I've only known Kenny for a short while but I found him very bright, very alert. Thank you for saying that. Well, I'd better get back outside. Jim. Thank you again. Still don't know why you're hanging around here. Heard the dispatcher say that Carl wouldn't be back until tomorrow, didn't you? What are you complaining about? I've accounted for half of your business today. Well, I got other things to do. Hey, Jake, I just came from the Clarion office. Art Quinn wants to know if he can borrow the wanted poster you got. He wants to run Kimble's picture in the paper tomorrow. I don't know. What's the matter, Jake? You're through with it. It's on my desk. Hey, they gonna run that picture of me they got over there? That could be dangerous. Somebody might get confused and take a shot at you. ( chuckles ) Is that the way they run the law over in Taggart City? Sitting around drinkin' coffee all night long? Well, it's a lot better than washing out cups back there. ( laughs ) Well, you got your picture. Why don't you beat it? I thought it was funny. I'm up to here with what you think. Ahh. Give me a refill. ( soft theme playing ) That's a good house, Mr. McGuire. KIMBLE: Well, the eggs ought to be safe in there. You care about a bird, don't you? I care. Would you like to see my place? Am I invited? Yes. Okay. ( melancholy theme playing ) What are those things? Dead things. For the birds to build their nests with. Why do you call them dead things, Kenny? Because they're not alive, that's why. What's the difference between a dead thing and a live thing? Everything's supposed to do something. If it does, it's a live thing. If it doesn't, it's dead. Why are, uh, toys and clothes dead things? Stuffed animals are to play with. If you can't play with them anymore, they're dead. Clothes are to wear. To wear. If you can't wear them anymore they're dead. I never looked at it that way before. Hi, Steve. Hi, honey. If I'd known you were coming this early, I would have fixed you some breakfast. I'll settle for a cup of coffee. Oh, where's Kenny? I've got something for him. I'm not sure. Oh, here they come. Who's that with him? Well, his name is Jim McGuire. I-I hired him to Well, help me get the place ready. Hi. Steve, this is Jim McGuire. Steve Jackson. How are you? Oh, excuse me. I-- I guess I brought some of Kenny's cave away with me. Well, I'll get the, uh, shades up. ( melancholy theme playing ) LOIS: You took him into your cave? What's the big deal? Oh, it's-it's nothing. Kenny, guess what. Steve brought you a present. You like to fish? I don't know. Tell you what. I've got another rod right here in the truck. We can take a run right down to the river and maybe come back with dinner. Steve, I'm not sure. Oh, come on, honey, give the kid a break. Well, put this in the house first. Maybe that's not a good idea, Steve. Kenny isn't-- Well, he isn't like other children. I mean, he's-- Oh, don't worry. I never saw a kid yet I couldn't get along with, and this one's yours. ( hammers ) Going fishing? With Mr. Jackson. And don't you want to go? I don't think so. Then why are you going? I-- Well, I couldn't very well say no. Well, that's all you have to do when somebody wants you to do something you don't want to do. You just say no. Just no? Well, I think "no, thank you" would be better and then smile. Smile? Well, then-- Then they'll know you really mean it. ( melodic theme playing ) Hi, Hank. ( dramatic theme playing ) CARL: Yeah, that's him all right. You're sure? Yeah, well, I mean, well, his hair's a little longer, a little blacker but that's him. You gave him a lift, you say? How far? Well, let's see. I took him, uh-- Come on. No, I left him off at the gas station, you know, just this side of the junction about nine, 10 miles out of town. ( dramatic theme playing ) Hey, Jake, what about my dinner? Oh, the griddle's hot, fix it yourself. ( melodic theme playing ) ( suspense theme playing ) Kenny, what are you doing home so early? What happened? Kenny why don't you go out and play for a little while? LOIS: What happened? RUSS: I don't know. Usually I get along great with kids but that one, he's something else. LOIS: What does that mean? RUSS: Don't get mad. I like the kid but you've got to admit he's not exactly Huckleberry Finn. Steve, I think you'd better go. Hey, you are really angry, aren't you? Look, it's not my fault, you know. I mean, the normal everyday kid likes swimming, fishing, stuff like that. And if somebody doesn't like the things that you think they should, then they're not normal? I didn't say that. Didn't you? ( tense theme playing ) ( engine starts ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Is something else good? Well, it depends on what the something else is. It's me. That's what Mr. Jackson said I was. Is it good? How did he happen to say it? ( melodic theme playing ) Kenny. Mr. Jackson took me out to the river, and we were just sitting there, fishing. And something started pulling at my pole. Then Mr. Jackson started yelling. He grabbed the pole and pulled a fish out of the water. The hook was sticking right out of the fish's mouth but Mr. Jackson just yanked it out. He wasn't careful, he just yanked it out. Then I felt the fish scream. But Mr. Jackson just threw it in the dirt and it started drowning in the air. It started breathing great big breaths then all of a sudden I felt like I was in the water and every time I tried to breathe the water ran into me and I knew I'd die if the fish died. Then Mr. Jackson said, "Put it in the basket. " I tried to look at him but I couldn't. But then I remembered what you told me and I looked him right in the eyes and I said, "No, thank you. " I tried to make my face smile but it wouldn't. Then I threw the fish back in the water. It just laid there for a minute, then it started breathing in the water. Pretty soon it was all right again and it went away. It was a beautiful fish, Mr. McGuire. But just now, when we got home, he told my mother I was something else and I didn't know what he meant. Well, he meant that you're not just like everyone else. You're just a little different. Is being different a bad thing? Well, it's hard. And sometimes very lonely. I'm not lonely anymore. LOIS: Kenny. Well, you, uh, better go let your mother know where you are. Go on. Kenny. What were you doing? I was watching Mr. McGuire paint. Kenny, I don't want you bothering Mr. McGuire. Mr. McGuire's my friend. You don't bother a friend. ( dramatic theme playing ) Kenny. I want you to walk, not run and tell Mr. McGuire to hide. Do as I say, Kenny, those men are going to hurt him. Ma'am, I'm the deputy from Taggart City. We got a report that a wanted man was seen around here yesterday. Have you seen him, ma'am? Sorry, I haven't. We're not open yet, you know. What's back there? Just some more empty cabins. Mind if we take a look? Go ahead, but honestly, I-I haven't seen anybody. Thanks. ( suspenseful theme playing ) Hey, what's all this junk? Probably belongs to the kid. The kid we saw? Yeah, Mrs. Carter's boy. RUSS: What's back there? JAKE: I don't know, let's take a walk. Why do those men want to hurt you? Mr. McGuire, you can stay in here as long as you want. Kenny, I can't stay here. I have to be leaving tonight. Leaving? I don't want to but I have to. You can't leave. I'm sorry. Get out of here. Shh. Kenny. Get out of my place. You're not invited anymore. Kenny, if you go out there, those men will hurt me. I don't care. Kenny. He must have hitched a ride out, yesterday. Yeah. No reason for him to stick around here. I hope for your sake we didn't lose him. Well, I didn't do anything. That's right, you didn't. Jim. Kenny told me that he brought you here. I should have known. Then you knew who I was all the time? No. No, not at first. Why didn't you tell the police? Because the paper said that you were a doctor for children. I I have a son who needs you. You think Kenny's sick? That's what I want you to tell me. I was a, pediatrician, not a-- Not a psychiatrist. I-I know. Then what makes you think I'd be of any help? Because you've been invited in there. And I never have. Come on. Are you afraid? No. ( somber theme playing ) These are Kenny's dead things. The words shock you? No, it doesn't shock me. When he says and does these things, it shocks other people. And then what? Well, then I began to wonder if maybe there really is something wrong with him and I'm just-- Just too blind to see it because he's mine. And when I begin to wonder too much we run away to some new place. But it's always the same. Did you ever stop to think that when you wonder, he might wonder too and that's why he hides in here? ( exhales ) Have you, uh ever asked him why he calls these things dead? No. Is that what you did? Mm-hm. ( inhales deeply ) Have you ever, uh felt a fish scream or seen him drown in the air? No. Well, he has. But what does it mean? I guess it depends on how you look at it. How would you look at it if he were yours? Well, I'd stop wondering and I'd stop running away. You know, the thing you worry about the most, uh might turn out to be the thing that'll make Kenny about two heads taller than, well, the rest of the world. He's an original, Mrs. Carter. That's a rare thing. And I'd get all these things out of here. I'd get them out in the open. Because if he keeps hiding in here, one day he might just not come out. ( sighs ) Uh. But that's what I'd do if he were mine. ( sighs ) Thank you. Ahem. You can leave here now, if you want to. The police drove off about five minutes ago. Will you say goodbye for me? You know, I-- I still say he looks like a regular guy. Just like anybody else. What'd you expect him to look like? Well, I don't know, but-but a murderer. Hey, Steve, well, does this guy look like a murderer to you? I'll see you Jake. Bye. STEVE: It's that guy, McGuire. What? At Lois'. The motel? Yeah. We were just there. And she's alone with him. ( dramatic theme playing ) Will you give me a lift? DRIVER: Okay, hop in. ( dramatic theme playing ) Well, so the boss says to me, "Wally, we're gonna make you our new dispatcher". Oh, so I looked at him straight and I said, "no, sir, not me. " You're not going to lock me in any 3-by-5 office all day. Out here on the road, that's where a man can breathe. You know what I mean? He's really free. Yeah. Kimble must have taken off. He's not in his cabin. ( breaths heavily ) I'd better talk to Mrs. Carter again. Steve! Kenny's gone. Well, he's not in his room. Well, I just thought he was in his room. Maybe Kimble took the kid. Like a hostage or something. Could have but it doesn't figure. Don't worry, honey, we'll find him. JAKE: Well, if Kimble didn't take him, where is he? Probably still around here some place. Just to be on the safe side, I'll put in a call to the Highway Patrol. ( brakes squeaking ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Mr. McGuire! Mr. McGuire! Mr. McGuire! Mr. McGuire! Those trucks are bumpy. Why did you follow me? I wasn't ready yet. Ready for what? For you to go away. Aren't you glad to see me, Mr. McGuire? Sure I am. Come on. You aren't truly glad to see me, are you? Well, I'm glad that you wanted to come, Kenny, but you can't. Why? I've got to get you home somehow. I'm not going home. I want to be with you. As soon as it gets dark, I'll find a phone booth and call your mother. I'm not going. No matter what you do, I'm not going. Now, your mother must be worried about you, I have to get you home. No, thank you. ( dramatic theme playing ) Kenny, no matter what either one of us wants, we can't stay together. Why? Well, I'm different, uh, than other people. Like me? No, not exactly. See, some people think I broke the law and they want to punish me. I can't let them find me until I can prove I didn't. And if you're with me, they will find me. What do they think you did? They think I killed someone. If they capture you, you'll die? Yes. Did you tell them that you didn't do it? Yes. And they didn't believe you? No, they didn't believe me. I would believe you. Nothing, Russ. We looked all over. No sign of Kimble or the kid. Well, we've got every unit in three counties on emergency alert. Maybe somebody'll recognize him from the newspaper. Yeah, that paper. Seems a bit strange, doesn't it? I mean, Mrs. Carter saying she didn't know McGuire was Kimble. Well, maybe she didn't. A copy of the Clarion in her room. Well, maybe Maybe she didn't recognize him from the picture. You spotted him, Mr. Jackson. Even Jake here did. Well, might as well pull out. Don't you be surprised, Jake, if the sheriff's office gives you a call tomorrow. ( suspenseful theme playing ) ( engines starting ) Good night, Mr. Jackson. If anything happens, call me. ( engine starting ) Who was that? ( door closes ) What's the matter? Steve, Richard Kimble didn't take Kenny. Kenny followed him. How do you know? He just called me, to tell me where they were. Where are you going? Lois, the man's a murderer. Please Please put your rulebook away for just one minute. I can't turn him over to the police now. But Kenny's out there with him. I know. ( tense theme playing ) That ought to hold you for a while. Don't eat so fast. You'll get a stomach ache. But I've already got one. ( engine starts ) ( engine starts ) Know what I think? What? I think that if we stayed together we'd both be safe. Where would we go? Somewhere we could build a place like the cave. The wind could blow like anything, but nothing could hurt us. Kenny, no matter where you hide, there's always someone who can hurt you if you let them. You hide. Yeah, I have to. You don't. But I'm different too. ( sighs ) Kenny, different is just a way of saying special. That's what you are, special. And if you believe that, if you really believe it, there's not a wind anywhere that can hurt you. ( tense theme playing ) ( car stopping ) It's your mother come to take you home. Look, don't ask me what I'm doing here. I'm not even sure myself. Where's Mrs. Carter? She's probably on the other side of the county by now, playing decoy. She sent me for Kenny. I want you to go with Mr. Jackson. Mr. McGuire, you and me, we're both special, aren't we? Yeah. ( siren wailing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) I guess I underestimated you, Mrs. Carter. Why don't you just do whatever it is you're going to do. You knew who he was all the time, didn't you? Aren't you going to arrest me? If I did arrest you, what would you say? That a vicious killer threatened to harm your boy if you told where he was? Well, that's what people say about him, isn't it? That he's a vicious killer? That's right, ma'am, that's what people say. ( delicate theme playing ) Why won't they believe he didn't hurt anybody? I don't know. Why do you believe him? Because he told me. Don't you believe him? Sure. Sure I do. Why? I guess because Because you do. NARRATOR: For Richard Kimble, there is no sanctuary from the night wind. There is no cave in which to hide. But occasionally, along the road, a fugitive will find a hand extended in trust. And the night wind will not seem so cold. ( dramatic theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing )