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I'm kind of glad I asked you to drop in Mr.
, uh Mossman.
( dramatic theme playing ) They just found Mr.
Unger, dead.
Glenn.
Glenn.
Mr.
Unger's been murdered.
Keep an eye on this one till I get back, huh? OFFICER: We don't find suspects like him every day.
( dramatic theme playing ) NARRATOR: 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: Andrew Prine.
Barbara Dana.
Crahan Denton.
ANNOUNCER: ( upbeat theme playing ) ( brakes squealing ) Are you going to college? Oh, I thought you was one of them college students.
I mean, I ain't supposed to haul riders noway.
Hey, they'll be a bus along in about an hour.
Yeah, sure.
Oh, come on, get in.
( soft theme playing ) Your car break down or something? No.
I just ran a little short of cash.
NARRATOR: A man's image can be shaped by society's opinion of him.
A fugitive must ask himself then: How long can a running man hold out against that opinion? How many miles, how many accusations before he becomes what society has labeled him? I mean, how was I suppose to know she was a co-ed.
What with the boys wearing their hair as long as they do and the girls wearing crew cuts.
Well, anyway, she's here in the truck with me, see.
When all at once, bam, goes the universal joint.
There we are out in the middle of nowhere and me a married man.
( chuckles ) Hey, wake up, buddy, it's the end of the line.
( suspenseful theme playing ) I can get you in, I ain't so sure I can get you out.
( laughs ) ( clanging ) Hey! Hey, buddy! ( ominous theme playing ) "Good-Behavior Sammy" they call me.
That's one thing they teach you on the inside.
How to play the game.
Right, friend? Tied one on the minute you got out, right? So did I the first time.
How much time did you spend at the, uh, hotel? Oh, none.
Oh, sure, sure.
You were just visiting.
CONDUCTOR: Tickets, please.
Kindly have your tickets ready, please.
( dramatic theme playing ) Tickets.
Could you, uh, loan me a couple of dollars? I seem to have lost my wallet.
Are you kidding? I wouldn't loan an ex-con a plastic rosary.
There's a rumor going around that we're not reliable.
CONDUCTOR: Tickets, please.
Thank you.
Excuse me, I-- Stop that, Betty Jo.
Pull yourself together.
Tickets please.
( train whistle blows ) ( bell ringing ) Oh.
Oh.
I've got them, Dad.
Oh, oh.
MAN: Thank you.
Thank you, sir.
St.
Petersburg.
Six thirty-eight.
Thank you.
St.
Petersburg, mister? No, just the next stop.
CONDUCTOR: Oh, Fort Scott.
Two and a quarter.
Nothing smaller? No.
CONDUCTOR: What you need, mister, is one of our commuter's books.
I don't think so.
Saves you 18 percent on one-way fares, on a round tripper.
No, thank you.
Suit yourself.
Thank you.
Tickets.
Tickets, please.
You getting homesick for a number, again? This ain't no place to make a score.
Suppose he counts it? I know that type of citizen.
Counts his fingers every time he shakes his hand.
I'll be off the train by then.
And Sammy takes the rap? Oh, no, friend.
Just drop it in the mailbox or something after you get off the train.
Or I start hollering and guess who I'll be pointing at? I've got to get this back to him.
Sure, sure.
Tell him you only lifted it for the exercise.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( footsteps ) I forgot how quiet it is here.
Excuse me.
I, uh MAN: Hey, Betty Jo! Welcome home.
How'd you know we'd be on this train? Oh, I didn't.
The Chief just wanted to send some papers on to St.
Petersburg.
Ah.
You wanted something? Just wondering if there was a good hotel in town.
No.
NARRATOR: How do you measure the difference in thieves? By the amount stolen? In the conscience of Dr.
Richard Kimble there is little difference between the thief in the train and himself.
It will be a long time before he forgets that face.
Where is our taxi? Two trains a day and that bird brain manages to miss them as regularly as clockwork.
I'll give you a lift, Mr.
Unger.
Well, that's mighty considerate of you, Glenn.
Isn't it, Betty Jo? Eh, they can have their big cities.
You don't get service like this in-- Raiford.
It's good to have you back, Betty Jo.
Thanks, Glenn.
( starts engine ) The dairy or home, Mr.
Unger? Home.
I don't know.
A dairy might be a handy place to have a baby.
Oh, Betty Jo.
I should think you'd have the decency to To what? Air out the laundry at home? Why should we? Glenn knows.
Everybody knows.
Neil and I aren't married and I'm going to a have baby.
Dirty, dirty.
Well, you're saying it.
I'm just reading the label you put there.
"Worthless".
Like you'd put on a bottle of unpasteurized milk.
Glenn, I-I'm sorry you have to be a witness to all this.
Now, that's enough.
Certainly, Father.
( mysterious theme playing ) ( door closes ) ( exhales ) I'd rather take a room downtown.
Sure you would.
Neil's being released today and you'd meet him at some cheap roadhouse and I won't allow that.
Oh, Glenn, at least let me pay for the gas because if I don't the chief's gonna raise our taxes.
No, Mr.
Unger, you don't have to.
My wallet.
Maybe it dropped out on the floor.
Say, Glenn, if it isn't there, I want you to drive down to the depot and have them telephone to the next station and ask the conductor if somebody picked it up.
Welcome home.
( melancholic theme playing ) Mr.
and Mrs.
Neil Hollis and family are at home.
( tapping ) I'd like to talk to the manager, please.
I'm Hee.
Edward Hee.
Waiter, bartender and owner.
I need a job.
I saw the sign in the window.
It's a very temporary position.
Oh, that's all right.
I have this debt to repay.
Please don't try to explain.
A buck and a quarter an hour and deduct for meals.
You better clean up.
My customers are suspicious enough with my food.
In there.
Father, you're really too much.
The flowers and the decorations.
And the lovely little cakes from Swenson's.
A surprise shower.
You really thought of everything.
You better get some rest.
Mmm.
Rest and a big glass of milk and everything will be just fine.
Yeah, we got to think this out.
There'll be no one to meet him and he won't know why.
I can't even call him.
Please let me go back to Raiford.
Neil will be looking for me.
Please, Father.
That tall man.
The one with the dark hair, you know.
The one that got off the train with us.
He was in the restroom with me.
He must have followed me in there.
Father, please! He's in Fort Scott.
Listen to me! ( dialing ) This is Roy Unger.
Who's this? Well, give me the chief.
Well, he's got to be somewhere.
All right, use that expensive radio that we tax payers bought for you.
Call him.
There's a thief with 80 of my dollars walking around the streets of Fort Scott.
I want him arrested.
Well, sure I can give you a description.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Life is just a bowl of noodles.
Every day I cook almond duck, sui mui, crab meat, egg foo yung, and what do my customers order? The number one dinner.
I finished the dishes.
There'll be plenty more.
Pots and pans and-- What are you doing? Going some place else for dinner? No, I, uh, I had the number one dinner.
Uh, I'm all finished.
I'd like to get my money.
I have that debt Yes, four hours.
Well, let me see, four hours at 1.
25, $5, uh, minus 1.
20 for the number one dinner.
That's-- Three eighty.
Three eighty.
( register rings ) Three eighty.
Here you are, three and eighty.
I'll, uh, be back in half an hour if there are any more pots and pans.
Ah, please.
Mind? ( dramatic theme playing ) Hi.
I wonder if you can help me.
I'm looking for a man about 5'8", 5'9", I think his last name begins with a "U".
"U", huh? There's a Bob Underwood, but he's in the army.
This man has a pregnant daughter.
Oh, the Unger girl.
( chuckles ) Yeah, she sure is.
Oh, the Unger place is down toward the reservoir there.
It's the biggest one on Cedar Street.
Um, no thanks.
I think I'll walk.
It's a nice day.
For some.
( ominous theme playing ) ( doorbell rings ) Um, does Mr.
Unger live here? He isn't home.
I found a wallet I thought it might be his.
Well, you ought to know, you took it.
It has some initials on it, uh If you could possibly identify it.
R.
T.
U.
If you expect any thanks for bringing back an empty wallet.
Count it.
Well, my father said he had $80 in here.
Would you please count it? He was so sure it had been stolen.
He doesn't have much faith in people.
Well, I suppose you're entitled to a reward, but I don' t know how much my father would want to give you.
Well, I don't need it, so let's just forget it, Mrs Miss.
Goodbye, Miss Unger.
( dramatic theme playing ) Oh, hello, who's this? Oh, hi, Frank, Betty Jo.
Is my father there? Oh, thanks, it's nice being back.
Uh, Dad? I-I know you're busy-- I only wanted-- Please don't start that again.
Yes, you're right and they're right.
So some people have boils, you've got me.
( rings ) ( dramatic theme playing ) ( chimes ) ( exhales ) Mr.
Unger, please.
Mr.
Unger, this is Neil Hollis.
I'm here.
What do you want me to do? Plenty of dishes left.
All right.
I've got nothing to do until that train comes.
Same wages? Yeah, same wages.
Well, you can start by taking these across the street to the dairy, and, uh, make sure I get credit for the empties, huh? ( soft theme playing ) That'll be $1.
70.
A dollar seventy.
Oh, I heard you.
Miss Unger! Well, if it isn't the Good Samaritan again.
Change your mind about a reward, Good Sam? The, uh train doesn't leave for two hours.
So? I like to wait.
What's your problem? I'd like to see you return that wallet to your father.
Oh, I get the message.
Go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect.
Hold on, I'm not going to the police.
Why not? Well, I'm not giving my father back a dime.
I'm sorry I cost you a merit badge.
But as soon as I'm on that train you can tell my father anything you want.
After all, you just found a wallet, right? Right.
Wrong.
My father said there were four twenties in that wallet.
That's not the way you brought it back.
I neededtrain fare.
How did you make up the difference? I spent the morning learning the fine art of Chinese cooking.
( laughs ) Washing dishes? Yeah.
Oh, my old man would never believe that.
According to him, the whole world's on the road to perdition, and I'm leading the parade.
You think running away will help? My father already thinks I'm no good.
Why should I disappoint him? Well, I can think of one reason.
Haven't you heard? Betty Jo Unger isn't fit to raise a baby.
She couldn't get married because her boyfriend was in jail.
Six months I waited in a broken-down motel, and the day Neil gets out on parole, Daddy Warbucks shows up.
( exhales ) But you don't argue with Roy T.
Unger.
( chuckles ) Had enough problems, Sam? Could I have my bag? ( sighs ) I hope you give 'em a good race, Sam, whoever you're running from.
Me, I'm out of condition.
Don't look so worried.
It'll give you wrinkles.
( soft theme playing ) ( buzzing and clanging ) Mr.
Unger, I came for the money.
George! Jack! Why don't you boys quit early? I'll finish up.
Look, let's not play games.
You got the money or don't you? When I say I'll do something, I do it.
There's 500 dollars in there.
It represents a lot of good honest work.
But what do I get for it except your word? Five hundred? UNGER: I don't bargain with jailbirds.
I told you what I'd do.
NEIL: Tell it to your cows, Mr.
Unger, you said 1000 bucks.
UNGER: I'm paying you 500 dollars now with the condition you don't talk to my daughter.
Right? NEIL: The price was 1000 and it still is.
UNGER: You'll get the other 500 after the baby is born.
Now get out of here! ( grunts ) ( bottles breaking ) ( bottle crashing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) ( bottles breaking ) ( dramatic theme playing ) You any good with a handcar? You shouldn't scare me like that.
I thought it was Roy T.
himself.
Miss Unger your father's dead.
( dramatic theme playing ) It was an accident.
He tried to kill me.
Honest, honey, he was He was like a mad man.
He had a bottle I was only trying to defend myself.
I was just-- I was trying to get the bottle away from him.
That's all, I was just trying to get the bottle Yeah, how far is it to the nearest bus station? Ain't no busses running this time of year.
At least ways till you reach the highway.
How far is that? Fourteen miles.
Nine dollars and fifty cents.
Can't deadhead back, you know.
No, thanks.
Yeah, I know, nice day for a walk.
( suspenseful theme playing ) POLICE: Just hold it.
Right there, mister.
POLICE: I don't want to sound too small-townish, but what you tell me just doesn't quite add up.
Now, you tell me that your name is, uh, Bob Mossman, yet you have no identification.
You tell me you came into town on the morning train, you found a wallet.
spent the whole day looking for the owner, and you finally turned it over to Betty Jo Unger, uh? That's too bad there's nobody at home out there right now.
Tell me something.
Why didn't you just come waltzing in here like any other upright citizen and let me do all that work for you? I guess I just didn't think, uh I asked around.
Ah.
Who did you ask? A taxi driver.
Mmm, and? The man that runs the Chinese restaurant.
And? Now that couldn't have taken you clear up till 4:45, could it? No.
Mr.
Unger gave me a darned accurate description of the man that he claims stole his wallet and you-- ( phone ringing ) Kress speaking.
Yeah.
Mm-hm.
Yeah, okay.
I'll be right there.
Uh, just don't touch anything, you hear? I'm kind of glad I asked you to drop in Mr.
, uh, Mossman.
They just found Mr.
Unger dead.
You like milk, Mr.
Mossman? Glenn.
Glenn.
Mr.
Unger's been murdered.
Keep an eye on this one till I get back, huh? We don't find suspects like him every day.
GLENN: Do you want to send a make sheet to County? No, no, plenty of time for that when I get back.
You just concentrate on seeing that he's comfortable, right where he is.
Yeah, he'll be here, Bill.
Hey, uh Do me a favor.
Phone Betty Jo Unger and ask her, uh, real gentle, to come over here to the station.
GLENN: Does she know? Yeah.
Yeah, they phoned her first.
( ringing ) Hello? No, the chief just stepped out.
Yeah, just a minute, I'll find out.
GLENN: Yeah, we got the application in the mail this morning.
Uh, yeah, I know, but it'll take a couple of days.
I realize that.
Well, if it comes by then, you just let us know.
( hangs up phone ) There's not much of a view from there.
You'd better come back and sit down.
( dramatic theme playing ) In there.
Sit down.
I think we'll both be a little more comfortable now.
( soft theme playing ) ( footsteps approaching ) Now, here.
You drink this, Betty Jo.
It'll make you feel better, honey.
I got to get out of these wet clothes.
Ah.
I'm afraid your dad's clothes won't fit me too hot.
Neil, if they'd have let you, you would have married me, wouldn't you? Betty Jo, you know I would have.
You know that.
Now you drink that, honey.
We can still get married before the baby comes.
Look.
( exhales ) Betty Jo, if you help me, everything's going to work out just fine.
Nobody's going to believe that I didn't mean to hurt him.
Nobody.
So now I have to go away, but I'll be back.
Promise? Didn't I come for you the minute I got out? I don't have anybody else now.
We don't need anybody else.
Remember? Now, you help me find a pair of slacks or something.
Then I'll get out of here and I promise you, everything's going to go just like we planned.
( doorbell rings ) No, don't.
If they know we're inside, they'll break in.
That would be worse.
Oh, good afternoon, Miss Unger.
Chief I'm sorry about your father.
Thank you.
Um Betty Jo, I expect you'd like to be alone for awhile, so I'll be going.
Hey, just a minute, son.
Yes, sir? What's that you've got all over your pants there? I don't know.
I guess I just walked through a sprinkler.
Well, it looks a little bit like milk to me.
Now what would you think? Look, I don't have to answer any questions.
Oh, I think maybe you do.
I don't see-- Take your hands off me.
NEIL: Ow! All right, all right.
Wait.
What do you think I did anyway? All right, wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
( door closes ) ( engine starts ) ( dramatic theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Will you let me alone? I told you 27 times I was just taking a walk.
All right, you keep shoving me, I won't say a word.
Nothing.
Sit down and shut up.
Sit down! Book him.
Prints and all.
And then send it off to the county.
And after that we'll do the same thing for our other customer inside.
Fill it up.
Everything.
( clang ) Are the batteries any good in this thing? Yeah, they should be.
Ah.
Fort Scott station.
Tuesday, June, uh Nine.
5:20 p.
m.
Now, suppose you tell the little magic box your name.
Neil Hollis.
KRESS: Convictions? NEIL: Two.
Arrests? I don't remember.
You're out on parole right now, aren't you, Neil? Does that give you a reason to lean on me? Because I've got a record? Mr.
Kress.
Neil Hollis didn't kill my father.
I did.
( dramatic theme playing ) Why don't you sit down, Miss Unger? I, uh I went down to the dairy to give my father the lost wallet, the one that man there was kind enough to return.
Intact, by the way.
And then I, uh You don't have to say anything more right now, Betty Jo.
No, I-I-- I want to explain.
Well, while I was there, I told my father I was going to leave for good.
You know my father.
Right off the bat he's yelling and then I start yelling and-- Well, this time I refused to do what he wanted.
I guess I said some pretty terrible things and, uh he began hitting me and I picked up a bottle and hit him.
And then all the-- All the milk began to fall and, uh-- Until he was nearly covered.
( sniffs ) Uh, I-I guess that's all of it.
( exhales ) BETTY JO: Remember that label I was talking about? I guess my father was right.
Except "worthless" seems a little mild right now.
May I talk to her a moment, please? You ought to let him go, Mr.
Kress.
Soon enough, now don't worry.
KRESS: In the meantime, why don't you go back into my office and relax and we can talk a little while.
Right now I want to phone the hospital and check.
They may have more details on the cause of death.
Oh, I want to sign a confession, legal and everything.
All in good time.
Glenn, you take Betty Jo back in to my office.
( dramatic theme playing ) Look, would you please let me talk to her a few minutes? GLENN: Why? You got something to tell us about all this? Do you believe her confession? Nope.
What's that got to do with it? Well, I don't either.
I think I might be able to help.
( phone ringing ) Five minutes.
That's all.
They can't keep you, Sam.
I saw him kill your father.
I know.
What did he say it was? An accident? Self-defense? Well, what's the difference? He didn't mean to do it.
They wouldn't believe him either.
Only would just about put Neil away for good.
But with the baby and all I can get off with a year.
Maybe less.
I've never done anything for anybody before.
I heard your father offer him 500 dollars.
Why? To stay away from you? Neil wouldn't stand still for anything like that.
Well, why did he go to the dairy? Don't-- Please, just let me do this one thing.
The baby deserves to be born somewhere other than a prison ward.
I can't let you.
Yes, you can, Sam.
And you will.
You're afraid of the police or you would have told them by now.
And I still think you stole that wallet.
Maybe you've done worse.
So if you try and stop me, I'll make so much noise the chief will find out.
Whatever it is.
And I swear to God I will, Sam.
I will.
Betty Jo, you all right? Oh, you know, I'd like to get out of here sometime today.
Yeah, I suppose you would.
What do you want? She confessed.
Look, maybe she did, but you better keep your mouth shut-- Hold it, Glenn.
That won't do any good.
He's right, Glenn.
You shut up.
( chuckles ) Did he have any money on him? Money? What do you mean? What money? Nothing Just a thought.
Oh, that's very cute of you, friend.
But here it is.
All my worldly possessions.
Glenn? All right, now that everybody's finished playing policeman, maybe I can get some work done.
Okay, Hollis.
Take your stuff and get out.
But you can't believe that-- We don't have enough evidence to hold him, and we do have a confession, remember? Bye.
( door closes ) You too, out.
Nothing personal, but I am rather busy and I do need the space.
Okay? Happy running, Sam.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( door closes ) ( thuds ) Town isn't paying you to break up their equipment.
Well, get in your car.
Go follow him.
Which one? Well, now one of them is wearing Roy T.
Unger's sweater, but you use your own judgment, Glenn.
( suspenseful theme playing ) ( door closes ) ( rustling ) ( clattering and groaning ) ( dramatic theme playing ) ( moans ) Here it is.
Five hundred dollars.
Uh, that's dairy stationery.
Betty, Betty.
( breaths heavily ) Betty.
( sniffs ) You've gotta tell them that I didn't do it.
Well, tell them what really happened.
Could you drive me home, Glenn? Glenn, how about the other one? Oh, uh, we didn't have anything against him, so I, uh, I drove him to the train.
Any reason I shouldn't have? ( exhales ) No.
Just drive the lady home.
NARRATOR: Some people run for exercise, some are professionals chasing a record, and still others must run to live.
Theirs is the longest race.
If they can last until tomorrow, their reward is one more day of running.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing )
