The Fugitive (1963–1967): Season 2, Episode 1 - Man in a Chariot - full transcript
An embittered law school professor brags that he can get Kimble off, so the fugitive takes him up on it. The elderly professor has his students act out a mock re-trial to test his defense strategy, but not only is Dr.Kimble's fate at stake, so is the disabled teacher's reputation and the self-respect of his most brilliant student whose idolatry of his hero crumbles as the arrogant ex-attorney slaps his heavy hand on the scales of justice. Watching closely for Kimble to show himself are a suspicious reporter and the local police.
You had no right to
start something like this.
Doctor, like it or not, you are,
if you will permit
the archaic phrase,
a public enemy.
The transcript of your trial is
a public record and you are,
consequently, public property.
So the only thing
I have to answer to
is my own conscience.
What's this going to prove?
It's like playing
with loaded dice.
They're kids.
College graduates, doctor.
Some of the brightest
minds in the country.
You have 40 years
experience on them.
That doesn't weigh as much
as the fact they
hate me, doctor.
If I can get an
acquittal from that jury,
I'd defend you before
the Spanish Inquisition.
And all I ask is
that you stay around
and see what happens, doctor.
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.
The guest stars
in tonight's story:
Kathleen Maguire, Robert Drivas,
and special guest
star Ed Begley.
The man is Richard Kimble.
And, not surprisingly,
the man is tired.
Tired of looking
over his shoulder,
of the ready lie,
of the buses and freight trains.
Richard Kimble
is tired of running.
The jury trial render the
administration of justice
- rather haphazard?
- No.
You've been
apprised, of course...
Why don't they talk like people?
Some minor cases,
and the results have
been very satisfactory.
Rubbish.
Would you care to amplify
that statement, Prof. Lazer?
I said, rubbish. I
think that covers it.
Well, now we're
gettin' somewhere.
Look out, buddy.
My method of
dealing with ignorance
is to label it as such and
avoid getting soiled by it.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
I'm afraid we're
getting off the subject.
Who is that? The old man?
That's G. Stanley Lazer.
Oh, I forgot,
you're not a local.
He teaches out at the college.
He used to be just about the
biggest mouthpiece around.
I think I remember his name.
I quote: "Take, for example,
the cases of the
Farjohn kidnappers,
the notorious Ice
Woman Barbara Creel,
the Babcock Brothers, Richard
Kimble, or even Frank Dietrich.
I have no doubt that if I
were able to represent these
defendants before another
jury, I would be able to obtain
for each an acquittal
or, at worst, a hung jury."
Don't bet against it.
Now, Professor Lazer,
this doesn't sound
as if you place
much faith in our 12
good men and true.
I place a great deal of
faith in myself, Mr. Eller,
and very little in the
persuasive powers
of circumstantial evidence.
The way I see it,
a judge is one man,
a jury is 12 men.
Either can be swayed
one way or the other,
but only the jury can disagree.
Consequently, I prefer a jury.
Is this Lazer as good
as he says he is?
Maybe better.
You ever hear of the
Martin Collins case?
Yeah. I think so.
That kid was
sitting on death row.
Lazer got him a new
trial and then an acquittal.
I thought you said he
was out at the college.
Had some sort of accident
about ten years ago.
I guess it put
him out of action.
Now, gentlemen,
I have here in my hand
your midterm examinations.
I see you suddenly
grow apprehensive.
No reason, gentlemen,
but if I hadn't administered
the examination myself, I would
be forced to conclude that this
test had been taken by a
group of freshman art students.
Quiet!
Good.
And I think we should
dedicate that moment of silence
to the innocent men who
will be coming to you for help.
You think you could
get me off if I killed him?
I could get you
elected governor.
You had a phone call
about 15 minutes ago.
Somebody who saw
you on the TV show.
His number's on your desk,
but he wouldn't leave a name.
Hello.
This is Professor Lazer.
Professor, did you mean what
you said last night about being
able to get a different
verdict in some cases?
Who is this?
Did you mean it?
Of course.
Now, who am I talking to?
Look, could I meet
you someplace?
I'll be in my office until 5.
Then that won't do.
Then I'm sorry.
Look, I...
I'd like you to get on the
8:00 train for Harrisburg.
Get off at Lancaster.
I'll meet you in
the waiting room.
You expect me to go through that
kind of hocus-pocus for someone
who won't give me his name?
Professor, if you'd think
for a minute why I can't...
The 8:00 train.
I'll see you tonight.
Lancaster, next stop.
Lancaster.
Don't get up.
We'll ride on for a few stops.
I'm sorry, I didn't
know about those.
You didn't know about
her, either, did you?
I'm Professor Lazer's secretary.
Nancy Gilman.
She stays.
All right.
Now, why did you telephone me?
What do you want from me?
I want your help,
or I want you to tell me
there's no legal help I can get.
You'd better know
something right now.
I haven't got any one-armed
man to pull out of a hat.
The other people Professor
Lazer talked about on the show
are either dead or in
places where it's difficult
to reach a telephone.
Stop fidgeting.
She's been with me for 15 years.
All right, what happens next?
First, you'll need
grounds for a new appeal.
And then, well, you'll have
to go through it all again.
Judge, the jury,
the whole thing.
How sure are you that
you can get me an acquittal?
I have to examine
the transcript.
Last night, I mean,
he quoted that...
I'm familiar with your case.
I haven't memorized it.
I see.
You want help or not?
It's my neck.
I just can't toss a coin.
I'm better than that.
I've never lost a capital case.
Isn't there something
you should ask me?
What's that?
Whether I'm guilty.
What's the difference?
I'm not a judge. I'm a lawyer.
Could we take
just the first step?
See if there's a
chance for a new trial.
And leave the rest of it open?
All right.
Well, it looks like
we've come a ways.
I've been waiting
to talk to you.
Good morning. I'm late.
Dr. Kimble.
Mind using "hey, you"
or "fella" from now on?
I'm sorry, but I
want to talk to you.
We're going the same way.
Before you go in there.
I'm late. I have an
appointment with him.
How long are you going to
stay here and go on with this?
I don't know.
If anyone finds out about
you, he'll be subject to criminal
prosecution and disbarment.
As long as you're
here, he's in danger,
and I don't like
that, Doctor Kimble.
Sorry, "fella."
Then talk to him about it.
He took the case.
He knows the dangers.
Excuse me.
He took this case
because he thinks
he's been turned out to
pasture and he hates it.
You represent his chance
to get back in the arena.
And the way he's working
at it might just kill him.
I don't want anyone to
suffer, but I have to stay.
Doctor, don't you see the
chance you're taking here?
Look, Miss Gilman,
I'm fighting for my life.
I'm fighting for his, and
I'm not going to lose.
Maybe I misunderstand
your duties as his secretary.
Good.
We're running late and I've
got a couple of things to tell you.
I've pinpointed enough
technical error to convince
any appellate
court in the country.
There's the nucleus of a
brief that will put you right back
in the dock whenever
we want you there.
What's the matter?
That's what you
wanted, isn't it?
At least, part of it.
Maybe it's all I'm entitled to.
Maybe I should
settle for this and go.
I know, I know.
You don't want to stand trial
again and I don't blame you.
Doctor Kimble,
you were convicted on
circumstantial evidence
and I'm... Nancy! I'm going
to show you what happens
to circumstantial evidence
when an expert grabs hold of it.
How do you go about that?
Come along.
A classroom exercise.
I assure you it's
perfectly safe.
And you won't find it dull.
Nancy will show you
a maintenance closet
opposite the classroom.
You can watch from there.
All right, gentlemen,
let's see what you've
been able to put together.
Hear ye, hear ye.
The Superior Court of Stafford
County, State of Indiana,
is now in session, the Honorable
Charles G. Tyler presiding.
This court will hear
Case Number 33972,
the case of Indiana
versus Richard Kimble.
Mr. Gould, you are
representing the prosecution.
Are you prepared to
state your evidence?
I am.
Proceed.
Thank you, Mr. Clark.
You can step down now.
The State would like to
call as its next witness.
Miss Althea Redford.
Counselor, I think
we'll have to a hold
Miss Redford
over until tomorrow.
That is, if she doesn't mind.
She never has.
If there are no objections,
I'll recess this court
until 10:00 tomorrow morning.
Mr. Gould, I'd like to remind
you that you are supposedly
conducting the
prosecution in a murder trial,
not hosting the Rose Festival.
Your job is the
introduction of evidence,
not the entertainment of your
audience. You understand?
Yes, sir.
That's all.
I'll see you in my
office at 1:00, Mitchell.
You know what I think sometimes?
That when they tried Capone,
they had the wrong guy.
Nancy, it looks as
though this gentlemen
has something to tell me.
You had no right to
start something like this.
Doctor, like it or not, you are,
if you will permit
the archaic phrase,
a public enemy.
The transcript of your trial is
a public record and you are,
consequently, public property.
So the only thing
I have to answer to
is my own conscience.
I'll be counseling
the defense in there,
and I guarantee the
quality of the prosecution.
A dry run under
laboratory conditions.
What's this going to prove?
It's like playing
with loaded dice.
They're kids.
College graduates, doctor.
Some of the brightest
minds in this country.
Young Gould, for example,
has one of the best
heads for the law
that I've ever encountered.
You just tore
him apart in there.
He's bright.
He's also arrogant,
disrespectful, and supercilious.
Don't confuse his
abilities with his attitude.
You've got 40 years
experience on them.
That doesn't weigh as much
as the fact they
hate me, doctor.
If I can get an
acquittal from that jury,
I'd defend you before
the Spanish Inquisition.
And all I ask is
that you stay around
and see what happens, doctor.
It was a funny feeling
standing in there just now.
Through a glass, darkly.
I guess that's it.
Ten o'clock tomorrow?
Ten o'clock.
Yeah, yeah, I did cover it.
The whole four weeks.
I don't know.
There may be a
story there, maybe not.
Okay, I appreciate
the tip anyway.
Thanks, sarge.
I'll see that.
What have you got?
Pair of ladies.
Aces over.
You kept a kicker?
Always.
Oh, what was the tip?
Oh, Pulaski got a call
from the Indiana police.
Seems our friend Stanley
Lazer sent away for a copy
of the transcript of the
Richard Kimble case.
Yeah? Why?
That's what Indiana
wants to know.
They've heard of Lazer.
Turns out he only wants it
for a mock trial or something.
You know, classroom stuff.
Think it's worth a feature?
I don't know. There
could be a story there.
Yeah, especially if
they electrocute the kid
who's playing Kimble.
Are you kidding?
They'll have to let him escape.
Listen, it would be just like
that old man to have Kimble
stashed in his hip pocket.
Come on. It's your play.
All right, all right.
Doctor Gary, could this
act have been performed
by a man with one arm?
Objection.
There has been no testimony
admitted with respect
to any one-armed man.
Overruled.
Professor Lazer,
if we're to abide by procedure
we're going to have...
Welcome, gentlemen.
Come in.
Make yourselves comfortable.
Answer the question
as phrased, Dr. Gary.
Yes, I suppose it would have
been possible, but it would have
been much more difficult,
especially if she resisted.
Doctor... Isn't it true doctor,
that when a man loses a
limb he develops unusual
and compensatory strength
in the remaining limb?
Suddenly we have new counsel.
Yes, I suppose so.
And a woman who
had been drinking...
And we shall introduce evidence
to prove she had been drinking.
Such a woman
would have her ability
to resist considerably lessened.
Isn't that right, doctor?
That might depend on the
amount she'd consumed.
At least six martinis
in an hour and a half.
Objection.
On what grounds, Mr. Gould?
May I approach the bench?
What's the matter?
I'm not sure.
But as far as I can remember,
it never came out at the
trial how much the lady drank.
Or what.
Mr. Mitchell, Mr. Lazer.
Would you also
approach the bench?
You're dismissed, young man.
In a moment, Professor Lazer.
Mr. Gould claims that
there's nothing in the transcript
or in the available information
to substantiate your allegations
with respect to Mrs.
Kimble's drinking.
I think six martinis is a
reasonable assumption.
Your Honor, reasonable or not,
we're obliged to
stick to the facts
as brought out
at the original trial.
The only evidence we have
was the defendant's statement
that his wife had
been drinking some.
That's all he said.
I'll sustain your
objection, Mr. Gould.
I'd like to move
for an adjournment
until tomorrow.
But we still have time.
Adjourn the court, young man.
Adjourned until
tomorrow morning.
Professor Lazer... Not now.
Oh, Mr. Gould, I'm Art
McNeil with the Herald.
I wonder if I could ask
you a few questions?
Go ahead.
I was going to ask
Professor Lazer,
but maybe you can help me.
Why did he pick the
Kimble trial for this?
Why not?
Who is it?
Lee Gould.
I... I'd like to talk to you.
Come in.
I-I saw you at the
class this morning.
How'd you know where I lived?
Followed you.
I was a sophomore when
they tried Richard Kimble.
I-I know I'm
prosecuting him now,
and I've got a good case.
Somehow I always felt
he should have gotten off.
I guess what I'm trying to say
is I didn't think he was guilty.
Well, why tell me about it?
Well, I... I've done a lot
of research on the case.
You know, newspaper files,
stories, pictures, everything.
You know they
even sent a reporter
back to Indiana from here.
Art McNeil.
He was there this morning.
Writing a story, I guess.
I don't know.
I don't think he
could learn anything
if things go on the way
they have been going.
I thought you'd be interested.
Mr. Gould.
Thanks for dropping by.
Find anything?
In a way.
At least I was right about
nobody even mentioning martinis.
What about you?
I thought you'd never ask.
All right, I asked.
Three and a half weeks ago
Kimble was spotted in Lexington.
That's, uh, 364
miles from this desk.
How about that?
Yeah. How about that?
And I was only waiting
for the right time.
Yes, that's right,
but I want them to
stay out of the way.
I don't want any confusion.
Yes, Ted, it will be an
interesting experiment.
Tomorrow, yes. Thank you.
I'm leaving.
I came to say thank you.
You said that on the telephone.
If you meant it, you
wouldn't be here.
You said you had
an idea on the phone
and then you hung up.
And you want to
know about my idea.
Well, I would like to know
what kind of an obstacle course
I have to run to
get out of here.
One of the cardinal rules
of victory, young man,
is never to turn your
back on the enemy.
Hold on now.
Hear me out.
Tomorrow can be
decisive in that classroom.
Not for them, for
us: you and me.
Nancy's gone to find
you a different hotel room.
Secondly, if Gould
were any threat
he wouldn't have
come to see you.
Thirdly, no one need
see you tomorrow.
You can watch
from right in here.
What do you mean I can watch?
Ted Masters, the head of
the Television Department
has been after me all year
to let his kids have a crack
at televising one
of our mock trials.
I gave him permission
to do so tomorrow.
It really isn't you
they're after anyhow.
They want to haul
me through the mud.
Don't miss it, doctor.
You have a new hotel room.
Here's the address.
Dr. Kimble, you claimed
as part of your alibi
that at the time of the murder,
you were at the river
where you saw a boy fishing.
Is that right?
That's right.
Yet you just heard that boy
testify he didn't see
anyone at the river.
Would you now like to
change your testimony?
No.
You have, however,
been to that portion of
the river bank before?
I suppose so, yes.
Then isn't it possible that on
some previous night you might
have seen the same boy
and remembered him?
No. I only saw him that night.
Oh, come on, doctor.
Are you sure you haven't
seen that boy before?
You'd been there before,
he'd been there before,
isn't is possible you
might have seen him?
Objection.
The boy never testified
that he'd been there before.
He's there three or
four times a week.
Your Honor, counsel
is out of order.
Look, I can call that boy back
on the stand and make him
testify he's been there
three or four times a week.
You already
dismissed that witness,
and now you're trying
to put words in his mouth.
In the interest of justice,
I think I'll allow
Mr. Gould to continue.
His actions are outside
the scope of proper
cross-examination.
I demand that both questions
and answers be stricken.
Mr. Lazer, the
Court, if it wishes,
can call the boy
back for questioning.
Therefore, I'll
overrule your objection.
You may continue, Mr. Gould.
Mr. Tyler,
I'm telling you that this line
of questioning is out of order,
and I'm instructing you
to sustain my objection.
Mr. Tyler!
Objection sustained.
I'd like to tell this court...
Yes, Mr. Gould?
Forget it.
I think we'll adjourn
until 2:00 this afternoon.
Just a minute, Mr. Gould.
I think it's time you
learned a few things
about how to conduct yourself.
As a man and as a lawyer.
Right now you are
not much of either.
You're surface
bright, Mr. Gould,
like those children's
toys they make now,
but they break easily. They
snap between your fingers.
The least amount of pressure
and they're in
pieces on the floor.
They're just toys, Mr. Gould,
not the real thing. Know why?
Because they haven't
got the strength.
They're just like
you, Mr. Gould.
They don't have the insides.
You know what I'm
saying, Mr. Gould?
They're cheap.
They're infantile
and they're gutless.
Hey, kid.
The name is Gould.
All right, all right.
What's everybody
getting so excited about?
It's only a game, isn't it?
A game? Ask him if it's a game.
You want some company?
I may not be back
for quite a while.
It's okay with me.
Get in.
No, I haven't seen him,
but it figures he's
around somewhere.
You mean it's only a hunch?
Well, sure, it's a hunch.
But you know old Lazer's
always trying to give
some sleeping dog
a kick in the head.
And then there's that business
about the drinking, right?
It figures he must have
got that from Kimble himself.
Nah, he could have made that up.
Come on, Pulaski
just add it up, will ya?
And then toss in
that Lexington tip.
Well, now, I'm
finally coming across.
I'm doing you a
favor you cretin.
Look, they'll be here all
afternoon. Okay? Okay.
He's a nice cop, but
he must take thick pills.
He's going along?
At the risk of my neck
if he comes up empty.
It wasn't as if my father
were a lawyer or anything.
Matter of fact, he
was a salesman.
You want to hear the topper?
You ready?
He was a toy salesman.
Funny, huh?
No.
Why the law?
I don't know. There was never
any question of anything else.
Some kids grow up with
Robin Hood and Monte Cristo.
With me it was always
Erie Stanley Gardner
or Famous Jury Trials.
So when it came time
to choosing a law school,
there wasn't any question.
Wherever G. Stanley
Lazer was going to teach
then that's where
I was going to be.
You know that he even
worked with Darrow once?
Well, there are some
people that say that Darrow
wasn't such a saint either.
Yeah, but I wasn't
looking for a saint.
I wasn't looking
for a father either,
if that's going to
be your next bet.
I'm not going to bore
you with a lot of junk
about the young man trying
to find himself or anything.
I needed something
to hold on to.
An image, if you
want to call it that.
That was Lazer.
You know what I mean?
I mean, that was me.
It's... It's... It's
as though...
you were looking in
a mirror all your life,
and what you saw you like,
and then one morning
you wake up and you realize
you've been looking
into a... A funny mirror.
You know, the kind they
use in the amusement parks,
And... And when you really
see yourself as you are,
as you really are,
it makes you sick.
Well, I guess you believe
what he said this afternoon
was the truth.
Well, I know he
must have been right,
because when pressure
was on, you walked out.
What do you care?
I need you in that
courtroom, Mr. Gould.
You know what he's trying to do.
He's trying to prove to me
that he can get
me off in a new trial.
Yeah, I figured that.
Look, he's an old
man. He's bitter.
Yeah, he's bitter, but
maybe he has a reason.
The fact is he picked you,
because he thought
you'd give him a fight.
When he took the boxing
gloves off in that courtroom
this afternoon you
turned around and you ran.
He was hitting below
the belt. You knew that.
Well, then hit back.
What do you think
a murder trial is?
You know, what you're
asking me to do isn't easy.
I mean, going back
in there after this...
Nothing's easy.
If you want idle advice,
well, just don't look in a mirror,
any kind of a mirror,
ever again in your life,
because you're not
going to like what you see
if you don't go back.
Want a ride back?
That's why I paid for the beer.
Is he in there?
He's sorry for it. I know it.
Is he?
He's put all his hopes in
this case and it's going badly.
Am I supposed to go in
there and hold his hand?
"Dear Mr. Chips, we're
sorry you're old and mean,
but we love you anyway."
Is that the way it goes?
He's back.
A masochist.
That boy actually
worshipped you.
God knows why, but you
were the man he wanted to be.
In fact, he was so hung
on the legend of the great
G. Stanley Lazer
that he believed
everything you said in
there this afternoon was true.
He was angry, but he
believed what you said.
Where was I wrong?
I'll tell you where
you were right.
You said he was good. He's good.
In fact, he's so good
that he's making
the great Stanley
Lazer look bad.
The trial's not over yet.
He's winning.
I don't know that he's winning.
Yes, you do.
If it weren't for that
wounded vanity of yours
you'd be proud of it.
"Proud."
Of Gould?
Who taught him?
What do you mean?
I mean good lawyers
don't just happen, do they?
Just think what you could
have done for him if you'd tried.
I am not a teacher.
I did not choose this life,
I was damned to it just
as you were to yours.
I've heard about your accident.
I know how it
affected your health.
It cost me my health
and it cost me my wife.
And let me tell you, doctor,
I was not driving that car.
My wife was driving and she
lost control and she was killed
because she was not sober.
How do you think I know about
a neglected wife's
capacity for martinis?
Perhaps I didn't indulge her,
but I loved her too
much to lose her that way.
And I loved my profession
too much to be cut off, like this,
to rot in a classroom playing
nursemaid and teacher
to a bunch of kids.
It's not those kids' fault
that you are 70 years old.
They didn't drive the car.
They didn't put you
in that wheelchair.
But you won't put the blame
where it belongs, will you,
so they're guilty.
No trial, nothing.
Guilty!
And what are they
guilty of, professor?
Of being young?
Are they guilty of wanting
to be what you were?
Were they guilty of trespassing
on some private little
kingdom of yours?
Just what are they guilty of?
You would have made a
good lawyer yourself, doctor.
You didn't even hear... I heard.
Are you all through?
I'm sorry.
The trial will be
starting in a few minutes.
You'd better get back.
We believe the state
has proved its case
beyond any reasonable doubt.
Richard Kimble did willfully
and deliberately take the life
of another human
being: his wife.
Therefore, he
must pay the penalty
as demanded by the law.
It matters not that
he is a member
of an honorable profession,
a doctor, whose very
oath binds him irrevocably
to the preservation
of human life.
Yet he brutally and wantonly
destroyed a human life.
Because I believe so strongly
in the principle of equal
justice under the law,
I have no doubt that
after due deliberation
you will bring back the
only possible verdict.
Guilty of murder
in the first degree.
I'm gonna call Pulaski again.
Maybe I can light a fire.
Gentlemen, I am forced to
say that the State has presented
and very strong case,
and it has presented that case
in a thoroughly skillful manner.
True, each element
in the State's case
is based wholly and completely
on circumstantial evidence.
Here we go.
But it is also true
that we have been unable
affirmatively to refute
such evidence except
through the testimony
of the defendant himself.
And this has not been enough.
I suppose I should take
this opportunity to attack
the State's case in
some slashing display
of rhetoric to cloud
the real issues with some
sort of legalistic double talk.
However, the District Attorney
has left little room for this.
And I have too much respect
for the intelligence of you
gentlemen to expect
success from such tactics.
But I should like you
to consider, if you will,
the defendant himself.
What manner of human being
are we judging here today?
A member of one of
the great professions,
he now stands before this court
even as the most
humble supplicant.
What he asks from you
is only this: compassion.
He's a man whose very
vocation demanded a dedication
far beyond that required
of the ordinary man.
Perhaps he gave too much,
shutting out that
which should have been
most important to him:
family, friends,
and even humanity.
And then, suddenly,
he was thrust out of
the only life he knew.
Unable, then, to
do the very work,
which, for him, made
any life meaningful.
He was exiled to
a world he hated.
Hated only because
it was strange to him,
and because...
Because memories
of mountain tops
blinded him to the
beauties of the valley.
He had such an abundance
of hate that he built a wall of it,
a wall so high that no man
could extend a hand
over it in friendship.
He's not talking about Kimble.
He never was.
He has no one now.
His wife, a lonely woman,
taken from this Earth
in a pointless and insane
moment of violence.
And though the woman was
dead, the man still selfishly
scratched at his own wounds,
until he was marked by scars
that cut deep
into his very soul.
This, then, is the man
you are asked to judge.
I commend him to your mercy.
Gentlemen of the jury,
it is now my duty
to instruct you
in the law applicable
to this case.
Boy, you took your time.
Where is he?
Well, he's not in the courtroom,
but I've got an idea. Come on.
Yeah.
You should remember
that the District Attorney
must have done
more than establish
the defendant's guilt by a
preponderance of evidence.
Uh, he must have done so
beyond a reasonable doubt.
On the other hand,
the mere fact that
the District Attorney's
case is based primarily
on circumstantial evidence
should not cause you to minimize
such evidence or to give it less
weight than you would direct
or eye witness testimony.
Sorry, you can't
leave the courtroom.
You may, in your discretion,
and if you find
against the defendant,
include in your verdict
a recommendation
with respect to the sentence.
Hey, buddy, would
you do me a favor?
My girl's in the back over
there in front of the cop
and her sorority will
really get a kick out of it
if they could see
her on television.
You understand...
Kid says they've got
about a dozen sets
all over the campus,
but there's three of them
right here in this
building. Let's go.
The bailiff will now
escort you gentlemen
to the place where you will
commence your deliberations.
Thanks, buddy.
You have any questions with
respect to the facts presented
in evidence or to
the applicable law,
please notify him,
and the available information
will be sent in to you.
The set in Lazer's
office was still warm.
The secretary claims
she was using it.
Take the door.
Yeah, it figures.
Get Johnson and Karp
and let's get out of here.
If he was around
here, which I doubt,
he's had plenty of
time to get away.
I'm not going to take a dozen
men off their job just because
you've got some hunch.
And the next time you
get one of your great ideas,
call somebody else, huh?
I understand he started
out as a crosswalk guard.
I'll bet he was good at it.
Come on, let's go.
Gentlemen, have
you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
It didn't take long.
Will the defendant
rise and face the jury.
What is that verdict?
We find the
defendant not guilty.
You're sure you don't
want to go through with it?
Do you?
You know as well as I do that
verdict yesterday was mine,
not yours.
They were letting me off.
You won the case for me.
I couldn't win in a
real courtroom for you.
Young Gould proved that.
Why not?
Intangible, doctor.
There's some kind of
chemistry that works against you.
You.
A doctor. Accused as you are.
You're going to have to
find your one-armed man.
Then you do
believe I'm innocent?
Of course.
Now, get going.
I've got a few young
minds that need twisting.
Thanks, professor.
Thank you.
Another town, another name.
The search continues.
And Richard Kimble now
knows beyond any doubt
that it must continue.
There is no resting
place for a fugitive.
start something like this.
Doctor, like it or not, you are,
if you will permit
the archaic phrase,
a public enemy.
The transcript of your trial is
a public record and you are,
consequently, public property.
So the only thing
I have to answer to
is my own conscience.
What's this going to prove?
It's like playing
with loaded dice.
They're kids.
College graduates, doctor.
Some of the brightest
minds in the country.
You have 40 years
experience on them.
That doesn't weigh as much
as the fact they
hate me, doctor.
If I can get an
acquittal from that jury,
I'd defend you before
the Spanish Inquisition.
And all I ask is
that you stay around
and see what happens, doctor.
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.
The guest stars
in tonight's story:
Kathleen Maguire, Robert Drivas,
and special guest
star Ed Begley.
The man is Richard Kimble.
And, not surprisingly,
the man is tired.
Tired of looking
over his shoulder,
of the ready lie,
of the buses and freight trains.
Richard Kimble
is tired of running.
The jury trial render the
administration of justice
- rather haphazard?
- No.
You've been
apprised, of course...
Why don't they talk like people?
Some minor cases,
and the results have
been very satisfactory.
Rubbish.
Would you care to amplify
that statement, Prof. Lazer?
I said, rubbish. I
think that covers it.
Well, now we're
gettin' somewhere.
Look out, buddy.
My method of
dealing with ignorance
is to label it as such and
avoid getting soiled by it.
Gentlemen, gentlemen,
I'm afraid we're
getting off the subject.
Who is that? The old man?
That's G. Stanley Lazer.
Oh, I forgot,
you're not a local.
He teaches out at the college.
He used to be just about the
biggest mouthpiece around.
I think I remember his name.
I quote: "Take, for example,
the cases of the
Farjohn kidnappers,
the notorious Ice
Woman Barbara Creel,
the Babcock Brothers, Richard
Kimble, or even Frank Dietrich.
I have no doubt that if I
were able to represent these
defendants before another
jury, I would be able to obtain
for each an acquittal
or, at worst, a hung jury."
Don't bet against it.
Now, Professor Lazer,
this doesn't sound
as if you place
much faith in our 12
good men and true.
I place a great deal of
faith in myself, Mr. Eller,
and very little in the
persuasive powers
of circumstantial evidence.
The way I see it,
a judge is one man,
a jury is 12 men.
Either can be swayed
one way or the other,
but only the jury can disagree.
Consequently, I prefer a jury.
Is this Lazer as good
as he says he is?
Maybe better.
You ever hear of the
Martin Collins case?
Yeah. I think so.
That kid was
sitting on death row.
Lazer got him a new
trial and then an acquittal.
I thought you said he
was out at the college.
Had some sort of accident
about ten years ago.
I guess it put
him out of action.
Now, gentlemen,
I have here in my hand
your midterm examinations.
I see you suddenly
grow apprehensive.
No reason, gentlemen,
but if I hadn't administered
the examination myself, I would
be forced to conclude that this
test had been taken by a
group of freshman art students.
Quiet!
Good.
And I think we should
dedicate that moment of silence
to the innocent men who
will be coming to you for help.
You think you could
get me off if I killed him?
I could get you
elected governor.
You had a phone call
about 15 minutes ago.
Somebody who saw
you on the TV show.
His number's on your desk,
but he wouldn't leave a name.
Hello.
This is Professor Lazer.
Professor, did you mean what
you said last night about being
able to get a different
verdict in some cases?
Who is this?
Did you mean it?
Of course.
Now, who am I talking to?
Look, could I meet
you someplace?
I'll be in my office until 5.
Then that won't do.
Then I'm sorry.
Look, I...
I'd like you to get on the
8:00 train for Harrisburg.
Get off at Lancaster.
I'll meet you in
the waiting room.
You expect me to go through that
kind of hocus-pocus for someone
who won't give me his name?
Professor, if you'd think
for a minute why I can't...
The 8:00 train.
I'll see you tonight.
Lancaster, next stop.
Lancaster.
Don't get up.
We'll ride on for a few stops.
I'm sorry, I didn't
know about those.
You didn't know about
her, either, did you?
I'm Professor Lazer's secretary.
Nancy Gilman.
She stays.
All right.
Now, why did you telephone me?
What do you want from me?
I want your help,
or I want you to tell me
there's no legal help I can get.
You'd better know
something right now.
I haven't got any one-armed
man to pull out of a hat.
The other people Professor
Lazer talked about on the show
are either dead or in
places where it's difficult
to reach a telephone.
Stop fidgeting.
She's been with me for 15 years.
All right, what happens next?
First, you'll need
grounds for a new appeal.
And then, well, you'll have
to go through it all again.
Judge, the jury,
the whole thing.
How sure are you that
you can get me an acquittal?
I have to examine
the transcript.
Last night, I mean,
he quoted that...
I'm familiar with your case.
I haven't memorized it.
I see.
You want help or not?
It's my neck.
I just can't toss a coin.
I'm better than that.
I've never lost a capital case.
Isn't there something
you should ask me?
What's that?
Whether I'm guilty.
What's the difference?
I'm not a judge. I'm a lawyer.
Could we take
just the first step?
See if there's a
chance for a new trial.
And leave the rest of it open?
All right.
Well, it looks like
we've come a ways.
I've been waiting
to talk to you.
Good morning. I'm late.
Dr. Kimble.
Mind using "hey, you"
or "fella" from now on?
I'm sorry, but I
want to talk to you.
We're going the same way.
Before you go in there.
I'm late. I have an
appointment with him.
How long are you going to
stay here and go on with this?
I don't know.
If anyone finds out about
you, he'll be subject to criminal
prosecution and disbarment.
As long as you're
here, he's in danger,
and I don't like
that, Doctor Kimble.
Sorry, "fella."
Then talk to him about it.
He took the case.
He knows the dangers.
Excuse me.
He took this case
because he thinks
he's been turned out to
pasture and he hates it.
You represent his chance
to get back in the arena.
And the way he's working
at it might just kill him.
I don't want anyone to
suffer, but I have to stay.
Doctor, don't you see the
chance you're taking here?
Look, Miss Gilman,
I'm fighting for my life.
I'm fighting for his, and
I'm not going to lose.
Maybe I misunderstand
your duties as his secretary.
Good.
We're running late and I've
got a couple of things to tell you.
I've pinpointed enough
technical error to convince
any appellate
court in the country.
There's the nucleus of a
brief that will put you right back
in the dock whenever
we want you there.
What's the matter?
That's what you
wanted, isn't it?
At least, part of it.
Maybe it's all I'm entitled to.
Maybe I should
settle for this and go.
I know, I know.
You don't want to stand trial
again and I don't blame you.
Doctor Kimble,
you were convicted on
circumstantial evidence
and I'm... Nancy! I'm going
to show you what happens
to circumstantial evidence
when an expert grabs hold of it.
How do you go about that?
Come along.
A classroom exercise.
I assure you it's
perfectly safe.
And you won't find it dull.
Nancy will show you
a maintenance closet
opposite the classroom.
You can watch from there.
All right, gentlemen,
let's see what you've
been able to put together.
Hear ye, hear ye.
The Superior Court of Stafford
County, State of Indiana,
is now in session, the Honorable
Charles G. Tyler presiding.
This court will hear
Case Number 33972,
the case of Indiana
versus Richard Kimble.
Mr. Gould, you are
representing the prosecution.
Are you prepared to
state your evidence?
I am.
Proceed.
Thank you, Mr. Clark.
You can step down now.
The State would like to
call as its next witness.
Miss Althea Redford.
Counselor, I think
we'll have to a hold
Miss Redford
over until tomorrow.
That is, if she doesn't mind.
She never has.
If there are no objections,
I'll recess this court
until 10:00 tomorrow morning.
Mr. Gould, I'd like to remind
you that you are supposedly
conducting the
prosecution in a murder trial,
not hosting the Rose Festival.
Your job is the
introduction of evidence,
not the entertainment of your
audience. You understand?
Yes, sir.
That's all.
I'll see you in my
office at 1:00, Mitchell.
You know what I think sometimes?
That when they tried Capone,
they had the wrong guy.
Nancy, it looks as
though this gentlemen
has something to tell me.
You had no right to
start something like this.
Doctor, like it or not, you are,
if you will permit
the archaic phrase,
a public enemy.
The transcript of your trial is
a public record and you are,
consequently, public property.
So the only thing
I have to answer to
is my own conscience.
I'll be counseling
the defense in there,
and I guarantee the
quality of the prosecution.
A dry run under
laboratory conditions.
What's this going to prove?
It's like playing
with loaded dice.
They're kids.
College graduates, doctor.
Some of the brightest
minds in this country.
Young Gould, for example,
has one of the best
heads for the law
that I've ever encountered.
You just tore
him apart in there.
He's bright.
He's also arrogant,
disrespectful, and supercilious.
Don't confuse his
abilities with his attitude.
You've got 40 years
experience on them.
That doesn't weigh as much
as the fact they
hate me, doctor.
If I can get an
acquittal from that jury,
I'd defend you before
the Spanish Inquisition.
And all I ask is
that you stay around
and see what happens, doctor.
It was a funny feeling
standing in there just now.
Through a glass, darkly.
I guess that's it.
Ten o'clock tomorrow?
Ten o'clock.
Yeah, yeah, I did cover it.
The whole four weeks.
I don't know.
There may be a
story there, maybe not.
Okay, I appreciate
the tip anyway.
Thanks, sarge.
I'll see that.
What have you got?
Pair of ladies.
Aces over.
You kept a kicker?
Always.
Oh, what was the tip?
Oh, Pulaski got a call
from the Indiana police.
Seems our friend Stanley
Lazer sent away for a copy
of the transcript of the
Richard Kimble case.
Yeah? Why?
That's what Indiana
wants to know.
They've heard of Lazer.
Turns out he only wants it
for a mock trial or something.
You know, classroom stuff.
Think it's worth a feature?
I don't know. There
could be a story there.
Yeah, especially if
they electrocute the kid
who's playing Kimble.
Are you kidding?
They'll have to let him escape.
Listen, it would be just like
that old man to have Kimble
stashed in his hip pocket.
Come on. It's your play.
All right, all right.
Doctor Gary, could this
act have been performed
by a man with one arm?
Objection.
There has been no testimony
admitted with respect
to any one-armed man.
Overruled.
Professor Lazer,
if we're to abide by procedure
we're going to have...
Welcome, gentlemen.
Come in.
Make yourselves comfortable.
Answer the question
as phrased, Dr. Gary.
Yes, I suppose it would have
been possible, but it would have
been much more difficult,
especially if she resisted.
Doctor... Isn't it true doctor,
that when a man loses a
limb he develops unusual
and compensatory strength
in the remaining limb?
Suddenly we have new counsel.
Yes, I suppose so.
And a woman who
had been drinking...
And we shall introduce evidence
to prove she had been drinking.
Such a woman
would have her ability
to resist considerably lessened.
Isn't that right, doctor?
That might depend on the
amount she'd consumed.
At least six martinis
in an hour and a half.
Objection.
On what grounds, Mr. Gould?
May I approach the bench?
What's the matter?
I'm not sure.
But as far as I can remember,
it never came out at the
trial how much the lady drank.
Or what.
Mr. Mitchell, Mr. Lazer.
Would you also
approach the bench?
You're dismissed, young man.
In a moment, Professor Lazer.
Mr. Gould claims that
there's nothing in the transcript
or in the available information
to substantiate your allegations
with respect to Mrs.
Kimble's drinking.
I think six martinis is a
reasonable assumption.
Your Honor, reasonable or not,
we're obliged to
stick to the facts
as brought out
at the original trial.
The only evidence we have
was the defendant's statement
that his wife had
been drinking some.
That's all he said.
I'll sustain your
objection, Mr. Gould.
I'd like to move
for an adjournment
until tomorrow.
But we still have time.
Adjourn the court, young man.
Adjourned until
tomorrow morning.
Professor Lazer... Not now.
Oh, Mr. Gould, I'm Art
McNeil with the Herald.
I wonder if I could ask
you a few questions?
Go ahead.
I was going to ask
Professor Lazer,
but maybe you can help me.
Why did he pick the
Kimble trial for this?
Why not?
Who is it?
Lee Gould.
I... I'd like to talk to you.
Come in.
I-I saw you at the
class this morning.
How'd you know where I lived?
Followed you.
I was a sophomore when
they tried Richard Kimble.
I-I know I'm
prosecuting him now,
and I've got a good case.
Somehow I always felt
he should have gotten off.
I guess what I'm trying to say
is I didn't think he was guilty.
Well, why tell me about it?
Well, I... I've done a lot
of research on the case.
You know, newspaper files,
stories, pictures, everything.
You know they
even sent a reporter
back to Indiana from here.
Art McNeil.
He was there this morning.
Writing a story, I guess.
I don't know.
I don't think he
could learn anything
if things go on the way
they have been going.
I thought you'd be interested.
Mr. Gould.
Thanks for dropping by.
Find anything?
In a way.
At least I was right about
nobody even mentioning martinis.
What about you?
I thought you'd never ask.
All right, I asked.
Three and a half weeks ago
Kimble was spotted in Lexington.
That's, uh, 364
miles from this desk.
How about that?
Yeah. How about that?
And I was only waiting
for the right time.
Yes, that's right,
but I want them to
stay out of the way.
I don't want any confusion.
Yes, Ted, it will be an
interesting experiment.
Tomorrow, yes. Thank you.
I'm leaving.
I came to say thank you.
You said that on the telephone.
If you meant it, you
wouldn't be here.
You said you had
an idea on the phone
and then you hung up.
And you want to
know about my idea.
Well, I would like to know
what kind of an obstacle course
I have to run to
get out of here.
One of the cardinal rules
of victory, young man,
is never to turn your
back on the enemy.
Hold on now.
Hear me out.
Tomorrow can be
decisive in that classroom.
Not for them, for
us: you and me.
Nancy's gone to find
you a different hotel room.
Secondly, if Gould
were any threat
he wouldn't have
come to see you.
Thirdly, no one need
see you tomorrow.
You can watch
from right in here.
What do you mean I can watch?
Ted Masters, the head of
the Television Department
has been after me all year
to let his kids have a crack
at televising one
of our mock trials.
I gave him permission
to do so tomorrow.
It really isn't you
they're after anyhow.
They want to haul
me through the mud.
Don't miss it, doctor.
You have a new hotel room.
Here's the address.
Dr. Kimble, you claimed
as part of your alibi
that at the time of the murder,
you were at the river
where you saw a boy fishing.
Is that right?
That's right.
Yet you just heard that boy
testify he didn't see
anyone at the river.
Would you now like to
change your testimony?
No.
You have, however,
been to that portion of
the river bank before?
I suppose so, yes.
Then isn't it possible that on
some previous night you might
have seen the same boy
and remembered him?
No. I only saw him that night.
Oh, come on, doctor.
Are you sure you haven't
seen that boy before?
You'd been there before,
he'd been there before,
isn't is possible you
might have seen him?
Objection.
The boy never testified
that he'd been there before.
He's there three or
four times a week.
Your Honor, counsel
is out of order.
Look, I can call that boy back
on the stand and make him
testify he's been there
three or four times a week.
You already
dismissed that witness,
and now you're trying
to put words in his mouth.
In the interest of justice,
I think I'll allow
Mr. Gould to continue.
His actions are outside
the scope of proper
cross-examination.
I demand that both questions
and answers be stricken.
Mr. Lazer, the
Court, if it wishes,
can call the boy
back for questioning.
Therefore, I'll
overrule your objection.
You may continue, Mr. Gould.
Mr. Tyler,
I'm telling you that this line
of questioning is out of order,
and I'm instructing you
to sustain my objection.
Mr. Tyler!
Objection sustained.
I'd like to tell this court...
Yes, Mr. Gould?
Forget it.
I think we'll adjourn
until 2:00 this afternoon.
Just a minute, Mr. Gould.
I think it's time you
learned a few things
about how to conduct yourself.
As a man and as a lawyer.
Right now you are
not much of either.
You're surface
bright, Mr. Gould,
like those children's
toys they make now,
but they break easily. They
snap between your fingers.
The least amount of pressure
and they're in
pieces on the floor.
They're just toys, Mr. Gould,
not the real thing. Know why?
Because they haven't
got the strength.
They're just like
you, Mr. Gould.
They don't have the insides.
You know what I'm
saying, Mr. Gould?
They're cheap.
They're infantile
and they're gutless.
Hey, kid.
The name is Gould.
All right, all right.
What's everybody
getting so excited about?
It's only a game, isn't it?
A game? Ask him if it's a game.
You want some company?
I may not be back
for quite a while.
It's okay with me.
Get in.
No, I haven't seen him,
but it figures he's
around somewhere.
You mean it's only a hunch?
Well, sure, it's a hunch.
But you know old Lazer's
always trying to give
some sleeping dog
a kick in the head.
And then there's that business
about the drinking, right?
It figures he must have
got that from Kimble himself.
Nah, he could have made that up.
Come on, Pulaski
just add it up, will ya?
And then toss in
that Lexington tip.
Well, now, I'm
finally coming across.
I'm doing you a
favor you cretin.
Look, they'll be here all
afternoon. Okay? Okay.
He's a nice cop, but
he must take thick pills.
He's going along?
At the risk of my neck
if he comes up empty.
It wasn't as if my father
were a lawyer or anything.
Matter of fact, he
was a salesman.
You want to hear the topper?
You ready?
He was a toy salesman.
Funny, huh?
No.
Why the law?
I don't know. There was never
any question of anything else.
Some kids grow up with
Robin Hood and Monte Cristo.
With me it was always
Erie Stanley Gardner
or Famous Jury Trials.
So when it came time
to choosing a law school,
there wasn't any question.
Wherever G. Stanley
Lazer was going to teach
then that's where
I was going to be.
You know that he even
worked with Darrow once?
Well, there are some
people that say that Darrow
wasn't such a saint either.
Yeah, but I wasn't
looking for a saint.
I wasn't looking
for a father either,
if that's going to
be your next bet.
I'm not going to bore
you with a lot of junk
about the young man trying
to find himself or anything.
I needed something
to hold on to.
An image, if you
want to call it that.
That was Lazer.
You know what I mean?
I mean, that was me.
It's... It's... It's
as though...
you were looking in
a mirror all your life,
and what you saw you like,
and then one morning
you wake up and you realize
you've been looking
into a... A funny mirror.
You know, the kind they
use in the amusement parks,
And... And when you really
see yourself as you are,
as you really are,
it makes you sick.
Well, I guess you believe
what he said this afternoon
was the truth.
Well, I know he
must have been right,
because when pressure
was on, you walked out.
What do you care?
I need you in that
courtroom, Mr. Gould.
You know what he's trying to do.
He's trying to prove to me
that he can get
me off in a new trial.
Yeah, I figured that.
Look, he's an old
man. He's bitter.
Yeah, he's bitter, but
maybe he has a reason.
The fact is he picked you,
because he thought
you'd give him a fight.
When he took the boxing
gloves off in that courtroom
this afternoon you
turned around and you ran.
He was hitting below
the belt. You knew that.
Well, then hit back.
What do you think
a murder trial is?
You know, what you're
asking me to do isn't easy.
I mean, going back
in there after this...
Nothing's easy.
If you want idle advice,
well, just don't look in a mirror,
any kind of a mirror,
ever again in your life,
because you're not
going to like what you see
if you don't go back.
Want a ride back?
That's why I paid for the beer.
Is he in there?
He's sorry for it. I know it.
Is he?
He's put all his hopes in
this case and it's going badly.
Am I supposed to go in
there and hold his hand?
"Dear Mr. Chips, we're
sorry you're old and mean,
but we love you anyway."
Is that the way it goes?
He's back.
A masochist.
That boy actually
worshipped you.
God knows why, but you
were the man he wanted to be.
In fact, he was so hung
on the legend of the great
G. Stanley Lazer
that he believed
everything you said in
there this afternoon was true.
He was angry, but he
believed what you said.
Where was I wrong?
I'll tell you where
you were right.
You said he was good. He's good.
In fact, he's so good
that he's making
the great Stanley
Lazer look bad.
The trial's not over yet.
He's winning.
I don't know that he's winning.
Yes, you do.
If it weren't for that
wounded vanity of yours
you'd be proud of it.
"Proud."
Of Gould?
Who taught him?
What do you mean?
I mean good lawyers
don't just happen, do they?
Just think what you could
have done for him if you'd tried.
I am not a teacher.
I did not choose this life,
I was damned to it just
as you were to yours.
I've heard about your accident.
I know how it
affected your health.
It cost me my health
and it cost me my wife.
And let me tell you, doctor,
I was not driving that car.
My wife was driving and she
lost control and she was killed
because she was not sober.
How do you think I know about
a neglected wife's
capacity for martinis?
Perhaps I didn't indulge her,
but I loved her too
much to lose her that way.
And I loved my profession
too much to be cut off, like this,
to rot in a classroom playing
nursemaid and teacher
to a bunch of kids.
It's not those kids' fault
that you are 70 years old.
They didn't drive the car.
They didn't put you
in that wheelchair.
But you won't put the blame
where it belongs, will you,
so they're guilty.
No trial, nothing.
Guilty!
And what are they
guilty of, professor?
Of being young?
Are they guilty of wanting
to be what you were?
Were they guilty of trespassing
on some private little
kingdom of yours?
Just what are they guilty of?
You would have made a
good lawyer yourself, doctor.
You didn't even hear... I heard.
Are you all through?
I'm sorry.
The trial will be
starting in a few minutes.
You'd better get back.
We believe the state
has proved its case
beyond any reasonable doubt.
Richard Kimble did willfully
and deliberately take the life
of another human
being: his wife.
Therefore, he
must pay the penalty
as demanded by the law.
It matters not that
he is a member
of an honorable profession,
a doctor, whose very
oath binds him irrevocably
to the preservation
of human life.
Yet he brutally and wantonly
destroyed a human life.
Because I believe so strongly
in the principle of equal
justice under the law,
I have no doubt that
after due deliberation
you will bring back the
only possible verdict.
Guilty of murder
in the first degree.
I'm gonna call Pulaski again.
Maybe I can light a fire.
Gentlemen, I am forced to
say that the State has presented
and very strong case,
and it has presented that case
in a thoroughly skillful manner.
True, each element
in the State's case
is based wholly and completely
on circumstantial evidence.
Here we go.
But it is also true
that we have been unable
affirmatively to refute
such evidence except
through the testimony
of the defendant himself.
And this has not been enough.
I suppose I should take
this opportunity to attack
the State's case in
some slashing display
of rhetoric to cloud
the real issues with some
sort of legalistic double talk.
However, the District Attorney
has left little room for this.
And I have too much respect
for the intelligence of you
gentlemen to expect
success from such tactics.
But I should like you
to consider, if you will,
the defendant himself.
What manner of human being
are we judging here today?
A member of one of
the great professions,
he now stands before this court
even as the most
humble supplicant.
What he asks from you
is only this: compassion.
He's a man whose very
vocation demanded a dedication
far beyond that required
of the ordinary man.
Perhaps he gave too much,
shutting out that
which should have been
most important to him:
family, friends,
and even humanity.
And then, suddenly,
he was thrust out of
the only life he knew.
Unable, then, to
do the very work,
which, for him, made
any life meaningful.
He was exiled to
a world he hated.
Hated only because
it was strange to him,
and because...
Because memories
of mountain tops
blinded him to the
beauties of the valley.
He had such an abundance
of hate that he built a wall of it,
a wall so high that no man
could extend a hand
over it in friendship.
He's not talking about Kimble.
He never was.
He has no one now.
His wife, a lonely woman,
taken from this Earth
in a pointless and insane
moment of violence.
And though the woman was
dead, the man still selfishly
scratched at his own wounds,
until he was marked by scars
that cut deep
into his very soul.
This, then, is the man
you are asked to judge.
I commend him to your mercy.
Gentlemen of the jury,
it is now my duty
to instruct you
in the law applicable
to this case.
Boy, you took your time.
Where is he?
Well, he's not in the courtroom,
but I've got an idea. Come on.
Yeah.
You should remember
that the District Attorney
must have done
more than establish
the defendant's guilt by a
preponderance of evidence.
Uh, he must have done so
beyond a reasonable doubt.
On the other hand,
the mere fact that
the District Attorney's
case is based primarily
on circumstantial evidence
should not cause you to minimize
such evidence or to give it less
weight than you would direct
or eye witness testimony.
Sorry, you can't
leave the courtroom.
You may, in your discretion,
and if you find
against the defendant,
include in your verdict
a recommendation
with respect to the sentence.
Hey, buddy, would
you do me a favor?
My girl's in the back over
there in front of the cop
and her sorority will
really get a kick out of it
if they could see
her on television.
You understand...
Kid says they've got
about a dozen sets
all over the campus,
but there's three of them
right here in this
building. Let's go.
The bailiff will now
escort you gentlemen
to the place where you will
commence your deliberations.
Thanks, buddy.
You have any questions with
respect to the facts presented
in evidence or to
the applicable law,
please notify him,
and the available information
will be sent in to you.
The set in Lazer's
office was still warm.
The secretary claims
she was using it.
Take the door.
Yeah, it figures.
Get Johnson and Karp
and let's get out of here.
If he was around
here, which I doubt,
he's had plenty of
time to get away.
I'm not going to take a dozen
men off their job just because
you've got some hunch.
And the next time you
get one of your great ideas,
call somebody else, huh?
I understand he started
out as a crosswalk guard.
I'll bet he was good at it.
Come on, let's go.
Gentlemen, have
you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
It didn't take long.
Will the defendant
rise and face the jury.
What is that verdict?
We find the
defendant not guilty.
You're sure you don't
want to go through with it?
Do you?
You know as well as I do that
verdict yesterday was mine,
not yours.
They were letting me off.
You won the case for me.
I couldn't win in a
real courtroom for you.
Young Gould proved that.
Why not?
Intangible, doctor.
There's some kind of
chemistry that works against you.
You.
A doctor. Accused as you are.
You're going to have to
find your one-armed man.
Then you do
believe I'm innocent?
Of course.
Now, get going.
I've got a few young
minds that need twisting.
Thanks, professor.
Thank you.
Another town, another name.
The search continues.
And Richard Kimble now
knows beyond any doubt
that it must continue.
There is no resting
place for a fugitive.