The Fugitive 1963 S3E22 - English Transcript

The last time I saw you, Kimble, you were facing a jury listening to the verdict. I must say, I never expected to find you hiding in my wife's hotel room. Seemed like a good idea. Thought it'd be the last place anyone would look for me. How did you get in? A bellboy. I, uh, told him she was my wife. ( dramatic action theme playing ) NARRATOR: ( dramatic theme playing ) 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: Joanne Linville, Lin McCarthy, Jaqueline Scott. And special guest star James Daly. Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard. NARRATOR: ( tires squeal ) NARRATOR: A man on the run may manage to elude the law, but hisyesterdays follow him like an ever-lengthening shadow. For some, the shadow of the past is an object of fear. But for Richard Kimble, it's a form of security. His memories are a bulwark against hopelessness and despair. When the memories falter, so does Kimble. KIMBLE: Operator, give me Stafford, Indiana. They're out there again. Who? Gerard's watchdogs. That's another one sitting out there, waiting. Hey, now, don't let them get to you. Been three years now. Why can't they leave us alone? ( phone ringing ) Hello? Hello. ***? We were hoping you'd call. ***. Where are you? Are you all right? Yes, I'm all right. I read about Dad, but the paper's two days old. Well, it was, uh, his heart, and it, uh, finally just gave out on him. He's been on borrowed time since-- I know. Since the trial. ***. I wanna see you. ( sobbing ) Oh, ***, I'm sorry. She's just so happy to hear from you. How bad is it? She'll be all right. She has a few tranquilizers and-- Uh, Len, I'm about 200 miles from Stafford. I-- Don't try it. That's exactly what Gerard's waiting for. Well, maybe I could sit down and talk with her. Well, sure it would help, but you can't afford to take a chance like that. Uh, you can fly to Fort Wayne this evening. Register at the Harwood Hotel. Wait for my call. Better use another name. All right. We'll use the name "Townsend. " No. If we're not there when you call, it's because we couldn't get rid of Gerard. All right, Len. I'll see you tonight. ( sad theme playing ) Is he watching us? Just remember, the reservation's at the airport. Change planes at Indianapolis, take flight 411 to Fort Wayne. When will you get there? As soon as I can. I'll take a train to Logansport. I'll rent a car and I'll drive to Fort Wayne. You wait for me at the hotel. Good luck, baby. Husband's got a suitcase with him. She doesn't look like she's going anywhere. I'd better stick with him. I'd like a taxi, please. Right away. One-way to Fort Wayne. Minneapolis. MAN 1 ( over TV ): Well, I guess you might say I have Richard Kimble to thank for all this. After all, the Kimble case attracted quite a lot of attention. I was the prosecuting attorney and I was lucky enough to win a conviction. Next thing I knew, my good neighbors from Stafford had turned me into a representative. MAN 2: Mr. Ballinger's being unduly modest. It took more than luck to win the Kimble case. With you around, Joe, I can afford to be modest. But in all honesty, gentlemen, I consider the Kimble case behind me now. I don't intend to build my political future on another man's misfortune. Now, if you'll excuse us, we're due at the Indianapolis Airport, thank you. MAN 2: No more questions, boys. Mr. Ballinger's coming back to Indianapolis right after the big rally in Stafford. ANNOUNCER ( over intercom ): Attention, please. Nationwide Bus Lines to Fort Wayne now boarding at lane six. WOMAN ( over intercom ): Transwestern Airlines announces the arrival of flight number five at Gate 17. Yes, Mrs. Townsend. We'll wait for you in the bar, Joe. Right. MAN ( over intercom ): Skycap and Transwestern Airlines Flight 411 to Fort Wayne. It departs in exactly Thank you. Oh, Mrs. Townsend. Mrs. Townsend! Your baggage check. Oh, sorry. Thank you. ( light jazz music playing faintly ) Here's to the man I married, wherever he may be. Now don't start that again. I can't help it, Mike. I miss you. A soon as this campaign is over, Harriet, you and I'll just disappear for a few weeks. I promise you. A politician's promise? Very funny. Look, the ballot-box shimmy. Campaign hasn't even started yet. Mike, if you continue at this pace, you're going to end up in a-- I'll end up in the governor's mansion with you as my First Lady. Now, what the devil is wrong with that? Mike, I don't care if I'm the First Lady or the hundred and first as long as you and I have got-- Well, I do care. ( sighs ) Our plane leaves in about two drinks from now. You sure you won't come with us, Harriet? Oh, no, thank you, Joe. Smoke-filled rooms make my eyes water. But you'll be there for the rally, won't you? Oh, sure. Three basic requirements for the successful candidate: experience, integrity and a beautiful wife. Without 'em, he hasn't got a thing. Thank you. Mike, isn't that Donna Taft? Yes, it is. HARRIET: Oh, I hardly recognized her. She's gotten so thin. Who? Kimble's sister. Has she been ill? MIKE: Her father died a few days ago. I imagine she's had it pretty rough. Well, shouldn't we say hello and offer our condolences or something? Condolences from the man who sent her brother to death row? Right after the trial, her father had his first heart attack. Our condolences would be about as welcome as flowers from the hangman. ( clears throat ) What's that name again? Taft. Donna Taft. MAN ( over intercom ): Attention, please. Flight 411 non-stop to Fort Wayne now boarding at Gate 19. That's a funny thing. Mrs. Taft is traveling as Mrs. Townsend. What are you talking about? I didn't even recognize her. She was standing right in front of me at the reservations counter. Mrs. Townsend, that's what the clerk called her. Now, why would she be going to Fort Wayne? I suppose maybe that that's her business. Uh, maybe she has relatives there. Say, for instance, a brother. Oh, come on, Joe. Harriet. Please go ahead, Joe. A murderer's sister travels from one strange town to another using a phony name. I say that's worth investigating. How? A simple phone call to that cop, whatever his name is, in Stafford. Gerard. He'll alert the Fort Wayne police. They'll follow her to wherever she's going, put a tap on her phone. Oh, that's horrible. That girl's had nothing but misery. Why--? Why give her any more? Mike made the big time by convicting Kimble. If he could help capture him, he'll have this nomination in his hip pocket. Oh, but it might all be a false alarm. On the other hand, it may be exactly what we need to make your husband our next governor. Is it worth it, Mike? Phone Lieutenant Gerard. ( dramatic theme playing ) I'm Mr. Townsend. Has my wife checked in yet? Good afternoon, sir. May I take your bag? Yes, sir. Room 205. Oh, never mind, I can handle it. Thank you. ( knocking ) Who is it? LEN: It's me, honey. Open up. Oh, I'm so glad to see you. You all right? Me, I'm just a little frightened. Did the police follow you? To the train. As far as they know, I'm in Logansport and you're still at home. ( ringing ) Hello? KIMBLE ( over phone ): Len? That you, ***? Yes, I'm about 45 miles from town. Everything all right? So far, so good. Where do we meet? Your hotel room. LEN: If you think it's all right. KIMBLE: We'll have more privacy. How's Donna? LEN: She's doing fine. Just anxious to see you. KIMBLE: Same here. I should, uh, be there about 7:00. It'll be dark by then. Room 205. We won't start worrying until 7:15. Just, um Just seeing him again I know, honey. Burns calling, captain. Kimble'll be here about 7:00. We may need a few more men. Yes, sir. Gerard? Well, what time? He'll be here for the welcome, then. Oh, hold it a minute, captain. There's another call coming through at the room. ( ringing ) Hello? WOMAN: Hello, is this Mrs. Townsend? What's the matter? Who was that? A woman asked for Mrs. Townsend. Well? Well, nobody knows we're here using that name. Donna, honey, it might have been someone in the hotel. The operator, the maid, someone in the office. I can't think straight. I'm sorry. Well, if it's important, they'll call back again. And next time, don't be so trigger-happy. ( dramatic theme playing ) Detective Sergeant Burns, please. Right here, lieutenant. You two cover the hotel entrance out front. Will you take the upstairs corridor? And I'll cover the lobby here. When he shows, get in touch with the sergeant or myself through the switchboard here. Bellhop. Yes, ma'am. Would you deliver this to Mr. or Mrs. Townsend. It's room 205 and it's quite urgent. Right away. Thank you. Any sign of him yet? It's only a quarter to 7. He probably-- ( knocking on door ) Who is it? MAN: Bellhop, sir. A message for Mr. Townsend. Thank you, sir. "Police are watching. Be careful. " How could they know? How could they possibly know? No signature, nothing. We've gotta stop ***. You wait here. Listen for that phone in case he calls. He just delivered a message to their room, lieutenant. What sort of message? Just an envelope, sir. Who sent it? A lady. I never-- Is she staying in this hotel? No, sir. I don't think so. I never saw her before. Now, where's he going? Uh, Mr. Taft. Or, uh, is it Mr. Townsend? You're in my way, lieutenant. May I ask where you're going? I'm going out to get a pack of cigarettes. Oh, I, uh-- I prefer my own. There's a machine right over there. Is there a law against me buying them someplace else? No, but there's a law against aiding a criminal. Even if he's your brother-in-law. Sergeant, I don't want him to get Kimble before we do. ( suspenseful theme playing ) Mr. Taft, I'm sorry, I'll have to ask you to wait inside. Look, uh, I'd rather not have any trouble. Will you please come inside? I don't think there's any law against me standing outside enjoying a little fresh air. In this particular instance I'd rather you wait inside. So if you don't mind, sir. Dr. Kimble? I think you'd better get in my car. No, not back there. Gerard's got a man placed behind the hotel. Who are you? I'm Harriet Ballinger. I-- I want to help you. Why should you wanna help me? Look, I don't want to discuss my motives in this alley. This is a rented car. The police will never know I'm driving it, and if we're lucky, they'll never see you. Do you wanna go with them or with me? It's really quite comfortable. Mike and I stay here whenever we're in Fort Wayne. We don't usually sneak in the back way, though. Sit down and relax, Mr. Kimble. My husband is in Stafford, and I'm supposed to be in Indianapolis. This is the last place in the world anyone would look for you. Uhm Scotch or bourbon? I'd like to know why I'm here. Well, I-- I tried to do this with a phone call. I called every hotel in town trying to find your sister, but when I finally reached her, she-- She hung up on me. How did you know she was here? I recognized her at the airport. My husband's, uh, campaign manager, bless him, found out where she was going and called the police. If I'd kept my big mouth shut And that's why you're doing all this? Don't flatter yourself, Mr. Kimble. My reasons are far more selfish than that. Your trial launched Michael's political career, and your capture at this particular time would put him right smack in the limelight again. Maybe even in the governor's chair. Well, I had no idea that I was a kingmaker. Mr. Kimble, I've seen how-- How politics affects some men. I've seen what's been happening to Michael. Sleeping pills when he goes to bed at night, pep pills when he gets up in the morning, and tranquilizers in between. Well, I want a real live husband, not some stranger that I have-- ( crying ) Harboring a fugitive, uh In some circles is considered a much worse crime than being governor. May I have that drink? Oh! I'm-- I'm sorry. Mr. Kimble, I heard about your father. I'm awfully sorry. Do you think he would havedied if you hadn't been convicted? I don't know. I see how your sister looks and how all this has affected her. I've seen you running in alleys and hiding in shadows. Three people. Should they be sacrificed for one man's welfare? No, they shouldn't. And neither should you. Wait. Where are you going? I promised Donna I'd see her. Look, please be reasonable. If you don't wanna stay, okay. I'll smuggle you out of town in the trunk of my car. I'm not leaving until I see Donna. All right, then, you stay here and I'll try to arrange something. No, you've done enough. You think that I'm doing this just for you? Look, if you get caught out there, no one wins but Michael Ballinger. Which means that I lose a husband. And you lose your life. Please, let me help you. How do I see Donna? No, he hasn't escaped. He just hasn't shown up yet. I've, uh, got your men scattered all around the hotel, but I'll need more and a couple of prowl cars-- Stand by. I'll call you back. Get me Detective Burns. Len, if *** gets caught because of me, I'll-- Stop it, Donna. He hasn't been caught yet. He may not even show up at all-- ( knocking on door ) Who is it? HARRIET: Please let me in. Please, it's urgent. Thank you. Your brother sent you these. I remember you. At the trial. I'm Harriet Ballinger. Mike Ballinger's wife? Yes. And you were just passing by? I'm not playing games, Mr. Taft. I swear to you that I just left Richard Kimble. Now, I can take you to him if you will allow me. Why should we trust you? Well, did you receive the note that I sent? You sent that? Yes, I hope you destroyed it. I burned it. Does *** know Gerard's in town? Yes. Then why is he hanging around? He refuses to leave until he sees you. No, not now. It's-- It's too risky. Look, everything is arranged. It's all taken care of. ( dramatic theme playing ) Hello. This is Mrs. Townsend speaking. Would you make some airline reservations for me, please? Yes, for my husband and I. Two tickets on the 9:15 flight to Indianapolis with connections through to Stafford. The woman who sent that note, did you see her come through here and go up the stairs? Uh, no, lieutenant, I've been out in the parking lot. They went out the service entrance, lieutenant. Her car's parked in back. They're flying home. Maybe they're giving up. How could they have warned Kimble away? I think Mrs. Ballinger can tell us that. ( ominous theme playing ) Lieutenant, there they go. Let's go, boys. ( car engines starting ) BALLINGER: Harriet? Harriet? Operator, this is Michael Ballinger. Did Mrs. Ballinger leave any message for me? Thank you. No word at all, you're sure? What? Oh, no, no, never mind. I'll just wait here for her. Thank you. ( hangs up phone ) Mrs. Ballinger. Would you mind telling us what this is all about? There's a basketball double-header tonight at the coliseum. The second game begins at 9:00, about 45 minutes from now. What's that got to do with us? You're going to meet your brother there on the lower level, next to the refreshment stand near Tunnel 18. But why the coliseum? There are thousands of people. It'll be less conspicuous that way, and when the game starts, everyone will be looking the other way. They'll be calling your flight in a few moments. You'll walk all the way to the gate, but don't board the plane, and as soon as the plane takes off, get into a taxicab and you go to the coliseum. Now, hurry up. MAN ( over intercom ): Attention, please. Flight 411 non-stop to Fort Wayne now boarding at Gate 19. Hm! What on Earth are you doing here, lieutenant? What's your connection with the Kimble family, Mrs. Ballinger? Oh, we've been friends for years, long before the trial, lieutenant. Good night. That note, the one you sent them. What note? I imagine your husband would benefit greatly if Kimble were picked up before the convention. Heh. I imagine he would, lieutenant. Yet you've been taking an unusual interest in the Kimble family. Is compassion unusual, lieutenant? In this case, I think it is. Suppose I ask your husband about that note. I'm sure neither one of us know anything about a note, lieutenant. Then let's sit down and I'll try and explain. I'm afraid sometime you'll find I can get very dense. Don't worry, Mrs. Ballinger, I can get very stubborn. ( ringing ) Hello? Oh, yeah, Joe, I've been here a little while. Well, when I got to Stafford I called Indianapolis and the housekeeper told me she had gone to Fort Wayne. How do I know why she's here? Well, she's never done this before, and I don't like it. Right. I'll call you later. ( suspenseful theme playing ) ( suspenseful theme swells ) ( somber theme playing ) Last time I saw you, Kimble, you were facing a jury, listening to the verdict. I must say, I never expected to find you hiding in my wife's hotel room. Seemed like a good idea. Thought it'd be the last place that anyone would look for me. You were a lot more convincing on the witness stand. When was the last time you saw my wife? About 45 minutes ago. She was leaving the hotel. How did you get in? A bellboy. I, uh, told him she was my wife. Where is she? I don't know. ( action theme playing ) Where's my wife? I don't know. BALLINGER: Did she bring you here? KIMBLE: No, she didn't bring me. Don't believe him, Mike. He's lying, but not for the reasons you think. He's lying to protect me. I offered to help him. You offered? Why? Suppose that I told you that I did it for you. Oh, Harriet come on. There was a time when you'd have listened to whatever I had to say, whether you agreed with me or not. You would have listened because what I thought mattered to you. I mattered to you. Harriet, you listen to what I've got to say. I can remember when we had time for each other. I can even remember when your hands didn't tremble and you didn't have to take a pill with every meal. What's all this got to do with Kimble? Don't you understand that if he gets captured now, you get captured too. That you'll be Joe Penny's prisoner, and the state's and the party's, and you'll be doing that Indianapolis Dagger Dance until-- Until you keel over or you run out of pills or somebody stabs you in the back. You've done all this just to keep me out of office? Because I want a husband, not a basket case. And I don't want to share you with the state. Do you know how long I've worked to get this far? Do you know how hard I've worked? Do you have any idea? Mike, some men are made for politics. They thrive on it. But I've seen what these past two years have done to you. And what have you done to me? You and Kimble. Mike, please. Operator, get me police headquarters. Mike, don't. Wait. I'd like to speak to Lieutenant Gerard, please. Please. You seem to have a lot of ideas. How do I explain what Kimble was doing in my room? How do I--? Gerard? Mike Ballinger. Richard Kimble just left my room a few seconds ago. ( crowd cheering, chattering ) The first game is still on. We have a half-hour yet. All right, tell anybody you want. Go on television for all I care. I'm dropping out of the race anyway. Thanks. He says he knows you helped Kimble, and he's considering bringing charges. I'm sorry, Mike. Oh, don't be sorry. Everything's working out for you. Kimble gets away. I drop out of politics. I can't lie about it. I'm glad. Believe me, baby, everything'll be much better. For who? For us. For Kimble, maybe, wherever he is. Wait. No, honey, it wasn't for him. I tried to explain that to him. Look, you've got to understand. You've been working so hard. The only way that we can win is for you to lose. All right, I work hard. Too hard, maybe. But it's what I want. What I need. But you don't need that. Harriet, every man has his own dream. It may be a nightmare for somebody else, but it's what keeps him moving, growing. I wanted that nomination. It meant more to me than anything in the world. Anything, Harriet. For-- Forgive me, darling, but there are other dreams. Whose, yours? You can't enjoy mine so you destroy them and then say "forgive me"? A man can lose a lot of dreams that way, and I don't think I wanna lose any more. What are you going to do? About us? Uh-huh. I'm not sure there is any more "us. " ( sad theme playing ) Mike! He's meeting his sister at the coliseum. ( crowd cheering, chattering ) Hi, Len. Good to see you, ***. We've been waiting and waiting. I was afraid-- You look so tired. I've been working too hard. Do you need anything? No, I'm all right. Uh, mail. I-I've got some m-- Some mail. I'll, uh, get us some coffee. ( crowd roaring ) ( sirens wailing ) I guess pharmaceutical houses don't read the newspapers. What are you doing now? Oh, I, uh-- I keep busy. I-- You know, the kids and-- I wanted to see you so badly, and now I'm gonna mess it all up. ( sniffling ) Why am I such a baby? You know I swear I wasn't gonna do this, and now I see you and I get all weepy and silly. It's all right. You have a right. No, I don't have any right. You still-- I'll manage. I've kept it up so long, I can keep it up a little longer, but I need you. What do you mean? Is there something I can do? No, I mean I need you to, uh, not fall to pieces. I know that's a little selfish of me, but I need you. And not to keep a light in the window or anything. I just need to know that there's someone, somewhere. All in one piece. All in one piece. Here you go. I, uh I'm sorry, that was quite a mouthful. I needed it. Well, uh, bring me up to date on the news. Mrs. Ballinger seems to specialize in red herrings, so maybe this is another one. Uh, you two, cover the other exits. We'll split downstairs. Every time he gets on that two-wheeler I'm afraid to look. That's nothing. Billy's after me to buy him a racing cart for his birthday. You wouldn't recognize them, ***. I guess not. They're nice-looking kids, Donna. What do you think? Are you ever gonna find him? Well, I think I'd better be going. Already? Yeah, I'm afraid so. Come here. Len. Good luck, ***. Thanks. I'll be there. I know. We'd better get back ourselves. No, let's just-- Let's just wait a minute. He'll be all right now. It was good for him to see you. You both think I'm that naive. You think I don't know why he said all that? Okay. Okay, but you know something? It worked. Come on. ( dramatic theme playing ) Mrs. Taft. Where is he, Mrs. Taft? Where is who, lieutenant? Richard Kimble. Kimble! I'll take these bags to your car, sir. Fine, thank you. You looking for someone, lieutenant? I'll find him, and you can tell your friend Mrs. Ballinger-- You'd better be careful what you say about Mrs. Ballinger. Her husband may be our next governor. I wouldn't bet on it. Without Richard Kimble in his pocket, he's gonna have a tough fight. You should know, lieutenant. You all right? Yes, I'm just fine. Let's go. ( mellow theme playing ) NARRATOR: Without a past, a man has no future. For Richard Kimble, his memories are the source of his courage. They give him the strength to face another uncertain tomorrow. ( dramatic theme playing )