The Fugitive (1963–1967): Season 2, Episode 18 - Nicest Fella You'd Ever Want to Meet - full transcript
It's too big.
Stand aside.
You stand right over there.
I think maybe you're
going to have to slip
the shovel under
the edge of the rock.
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:
Pat Hingle, Mary Murphy.
Well, sir, there he was
out on the end of the limb
right smack dab over my head,
ears laid back, ready to jump.
If I made just one little quick
or sudden move,
that cat was going to come down
on top of me Golly.
And I'd be a dead man.
Gee whiz.
Vicious.
Just about that time
that my old Apache training
came in mighty handy.
You see, I knew
that I was just going
to have time for the one shot.
So I started raising my gun up,
inch by inch... by
inch... by inch... Pow!
Down that old rascal
came out of that tree.
The mountain lion had
been killing our rabbits
and our deer. Bang!
He was finally dead. Ha-ha!
Hi, Joe Bob.
Okay boys come on in, here.
See, you just
missed a good story.
Oh, I wished you had been here.
You would have loved this story.
Hey, Joe Bob, how come
you never take us hunting?
Yeah, why not?
Maybe because
you're all so young,
and maybe because
I don't want you
to find out all my
Apache secrets.
Joe Bob, my dad says you got
about as much Apache blood
in you as an Easter Bunny.
He's wrong, isn't he?
Well, Johnny, old buddy,
I'm going to have
to have a little talk
with your daddy about
minding his own business.
Come on, let's get
on out of here, fellows.
If anybody's interested,
I'm buying the ice cream.
Here we go. Here we go.
All right. What...?
Let's see if I got
my money with me.
I got it. All right. All right.
I got it.
Hello, Charley.
All right, my man.
All right, boys, let
me pay the man.
Here we go, boys.
Oh. Yeah, we're going to
have whatever you want.
Whatever you fellows want,
that is exactly what
we're going to have.
Banana split, that's
what I'm going to have.
Come on. I know what I'm having.
Bixton, Arizona.
Small, quiet,
for some a good place to live.
But for Richard
Kimble, fugitive,
it's only a stopover
between rides.
A stopover he will
not soon forget.
Hey, Joe Bob, how's
Apache Park coming?
Oh, Charley, it's not coming
along too good right now.
I can't find any volunteers.
I think I found one for you.
He's been looking for
a ride with his thumb.
Well, thank you
very much, Charley.
Nice day, ain't it?
What's your name?
Uh, Richard Clark.
Get in, Mr. Clark.
What for?
Oh, we've got a little ordinance
in this town about Tom Thumbs.
Hitchhiking.
Hey, well, I'm sorry, I...
I'll just keep walking
right out of town.
No, saying I'm sorry
won't cut it, Mr. Clark.
Get in.
Put your suitcase in
the back and get in.
Please.
However, it looks very
favorable at this time.
You hear that,
Floyd? Very favorable.
The Attorney General's
office will have a vacancy
in their investigative
staff within a month,
and I have already
laid the groundwork
for your appointment.
And so on and so on and...
How's that, Floyd?
It looks like I'm on my way
to the state capitol already.
You deserve it, Joe Bob.
Oh, hold it, we're both
going to cash in on this.
You forgetting somebody's
got to take my place?
You stick with me, boy.
We'll lick this state together.
Go to the diner, get
some coffee, will you?
All right.
Floyd, when you come back,
bring me one of those nice,
big, jumbo hamburgers, will you?
Well, hello, Thelma.
How are you?
Marshal Sims.
Come to see Neely?
Yes.
Hello, Floyd.
Hi, Thelma.
Haven't seen much of you lately.
Father was saying the same
thing about you only yesterday.
You're, uh...
You're looking
real nice, Thelma.
I'll take you back, Thelma.
Marshal, uh, if you'll
let me out of here,
I give you my word I'll...
No, Clark, sorry, not a chance.
Neely.
Neely.
What do you want?
Well, I wanted to talk to you.
No, thanks. Just make
a U-turn on out of here.
I really don't
need any lectures.
I stole the money,
that's it. Period.
Neely, please.
Beat it, sis.
If my brother should
need anything...
I'll let you know, Thelma.
Would you step back in my
office with me for a minute?
I'd like to talk
to you if I can.
Thelma, you keep away
from that pig, hear me?
You keep away from him.
He's just on edge, Thelma.
Don't pay any attention to him.
Thelma, you stay away from him.
Boy, I'll swear if you don't try
a man's patience to the end...
Whew.
Thelma!
Hey.
Why don't you mind
your own business?
I've got to admit
it was bad coffee.
Here.
Thanks.
The marshal is not one
of your favorite people?
You don't know it yet, mister,
but you're just
one tiny little bug
in Joe Bob's great big trap.
All right,
we don't run a chain
gang around here.
But you prisoners are expected
to do a good day's work.
Now, there is only one thing
that I want to emphasize.
This park
is a very important
project to me.
Someday the statue
of the governor
of this state is going
to sit on this block.
Now, this park is
located at Lookout Point
right at the top of our
dear state so, naturally,
we want the park to be
a fitting tribute to the
statue that will fit in.
Floyd, you take these two.
Put them to work.
Neely, get back in the car.
You and me are going down
to the bottom of Lookout Point.
All right, bring those
wheelbarrows over here.
Make a hole about right there.
Clark, right here.
All right, now put it down.
Neely, you get up front with me.
Neely, you really are
something. You know that?
Calling me names,
creating all that fuss
in front of your sister.
What am I going
to do with you, boy?
Funning around with
all the pretty young girls
in town making us
old men feel jealous.
I ask you. What am I
going to do with you?
I guess I'm just going to
have to teach you a lesson,
ain't that right, Neely?
Get out.
I've decided there are too
many rocks on this road.
You're going to pick
them all up one at a time.
Get out. Now move.
Let's go, ladies man!
There's plenty of rocks there.
You just bend over,
boy, you'll find them.
Let's pick up the
speed out there, boy.
Let's go, Neely.
Excuse me, Neely.
I thought you could use it, son.
Let's get it done faster, boy!
When you're through, Fred,
just park it in
front of the jail.
Don't forget, boy, I want one
of those tinted windshields.
Oh, I don't know, Mr. Mayor,
I can't tell you how
bad it makes me feel
to run down a
youngster like Neely,
even if it was an accident.
He was a wild, reckless kid.
No one blames you
for what happened.
That's kind of you, Mr. Mayor.
I hate to bring
this up, Joe Bob,
but you might as well
know it now as later.
Coroner's coming down
from the county seat
to hold a hearing
on Neely's death.
A hearing?
It's just a formality,
I'm sure of that.
But you are a law officer
involved in the death
of a prisoner.
Now, this whole town
is behind you, Joe Bob.
Well, I sure
appreciate that, sir.
If something else
comes in on the hearing,
I'll let you know.
You do that, Mr. Mayor.
Thank you, sir.
See you.
Take off, Floyd. I'll
keep an eye on things.
Any trouble?
No, sir. That, uh...
That drunk doesn't do much
more than eat and sleep.
That other fellow,
Clark, he's a...
He's a quiet one.
By the way, Floyd,
I've got to make a
report on that accident.
You sure nobody saw it?
No, sir. Uh...
One man was working
down by the gate.
I know that for sure.
And I remember I sent,
uh, Clark over to pick up
some new trees to
plant, but he wasn't gone
for more than a few minutes.
Aren't those new trees we had
stacked over by Lookout Point?
Yes, sir.
Go to supper, Floyd.
Oh, almost forgot,
Judge Wilkins suspended
sentence on Clark.
I'll take care of the release.
Sure you don't
want me to help you?
You go to supper, boy.
You take a extra half
hour while you're doing it.
All right.
Marshal, wait a minute.
You know, marshal, I'll, uh...
I'll walk, that's all right.
Now, since I got your
sentence suspended,
it's not going to be
much trouble to escort you
to the city limits.
You sit in the car and wait.
Evening, Mr. Mayor.
You know I said I would let
you know if anything happened.
Well, I had a call
from the coroner.
The hearing is set
for next Tuesday.
I don't anticipate any trouble.
I want you to know, they'll hear
nothing but the best from me.
Be truthful, Mr. Mayor,
I'm counting on that.
Oh, by the way, Joe Bob,
do you remember my son, Billy?
The best tackle I ever busted
heads with in high school.
Well, Billy's having some
trouble with his job back East.
I'm sending money each month
but it's a big drain on
the savings account.
If I could just get him
situated in something closer.
There going to be a good
job open right here in town
in about a month.
You mean yours?
Somebody's got to take it
when I get that appointment.
What about Floyd?
Well, Mr. Mayor,
you and I have done
a little back scratching
for each other.
Now, Floyd is young
and inexperienced.
From all I hear about Billy,
he's a good family
man and all that.
I wouldn't hesitate to
recommend him for the job.
Thank you, Joe Bob.
I'll write Billy tonight
and let him know.
That's fine, but I wouldn't
spread it around town just yet.
Not until after I get
the appointment.
Of course not.
Goodnight, Joe
Bob. Thanks again.
Glad to be of help, Mr. Mayor.
There's a lot of
road straight ahead
and it's all one
way out of town.
Don't lose your direction.
You're the man who called?
My name is Clark.
Come in, Mr. Clark.
Sit down.
I don't know whether
you remember me.
I was a prisoner in the
same cell with your brother.
Yes, I remember.
When you called you
said you were leaving town.
I was but I didn't
think I should leave
before I told you something.
Go on.
I was at Apache Park yesterday.
Then you saw the accident.
It wasn't an accident.
What?
I saw the marshal
push your brother
into throwing that rock
and then deliberately
ran him down with the car.
You're saying Joe Bob
murdered my brother?
Yes.
Who are you going
to call? The marshal?
He's the one who did it.
Ms. Hollister, I'm a
vagrant in this town.
My word means nothing.
Thelma?
Thelma.
It's my father. He's sick.
I-I've got to go to him.
Would you wait?
Please wait.
Thelma, who's out there?
Well, it was a man
who knows Neely.
His name is Clark.
Clark?
Clark? I don't recall any friend
of Neely's named Clark.
Well, he was a
prisoner at the jail.
He's come to tell
us something...
Something about what happened.
Well, bring him in.
M...
Yes, sir, I und...
I... I understand, sir,
but you should call
the marshal's office.
This is the Highway Patrol.
All right, all right, sir.
That name was Clark?
That's right. Richard Clark.
Father, please don't.
Thelma, I'm going to
keep that man in town
if I have to chain him here.
Joe Bob's not
going to get away...
Yes, sir, yes, sir, I'm here.
Like I said, he
stole some money.
Your name and address?
Right, we'll get on it.
Goodbye.
This is Highway Patrol 3
calling A-14-J in Bixton.
Come in please.
Hey, there, Highway Patrol 3.
This is A-14-J.
What's the word, Pete old buddy?
Excuse me.
I wonder if you would
mind giving me a lift.
I'm a good driver in
case you get sleepy.
Oh, I never let
anybody drive my car.
But I... I guess
you can have a ride.
Go on, get in.
Thank you.
Say, the...
The gauge said it
could take a little more.
You sure it's full?
I'll check.
Please.
All right, sir.
Oh, did you check the tires?
Yes, sir.
That was 24 in the
back, 28 in the front.
Right. And the water and oil?
Water and oil is fine.
Battery okay?
Oh, I didn't check the battery.
Well, would you, please?
Right.
All right, that's, uh, 5.50 sir.
Right, now, here's a 20,
and, uh, I'd like
some change back
in dimes and nickels please.
Dimes and nickels, okay.
See, I... I'm going
to visit some friends,
and they have children,
and they like to
have that change.
That's 60, 70, 80, 90,
six, seven, eight, nine,
ten and ten is 20,
and thank you, sir.
You just made a
bad mistake, mister.
Get out.
You stirred up a hornet's
nest, mister, you know that?
Old man Hollister
called the State Police,
told them you stole
some money from him.
Now, me, I got a different idea.
I don't figure
you're crazy enough
to come back to this
town for a few dollars.
I wanna know the real reason.
When a man is
broke, he tries things.
You... You just happened
to pick the Hollister house,
is that right?
Well, the kid, Neely, told me
he had some money hidden
from that store he robbed.
Empty out your
pockets on that bunk.
Let's go.
Twenty.
There's $25.
Old man Hollister
said you stole 100.
Well, it was dark.
I was running.
I guess I...
I fell. Must have
lost some of it.
That's too bad, boy.
Now can you tell me
why Neely told you
about all that money he hid
when he just stole
$4 from the store?
Joe Bob. Yeah.
Mr. Hollister and
Thelma are here.
They said they want to see Clark
before they sign a complaint.
Sure.
Why not?
Thelma, Mr. Hollister,
I can't tell you how sorry I
am about what happened.
Thank you. We can
understand how you must feel.
I suppose you just came
to make sure of
your identification.
We wanna talk to him.
That's a little
unusual, isn't it?
Well, he was here
when Neely was.
Is it against the law to try
and find out something
Neely might have said bef...?
It is after visiting
hours, Thelma,
but I guess you
do have the right.
I'll just stand here
and make sure he
doesn't try anything.
We'd like to talk to him alone.
Well, it's your privilege.
Thelma told me what you said.
Is it true?
Yes.
And you were willing to turn
your back and leave town?
I had to.
What about my boy?
I know what you think of me.
But I'm not just some
hitchhiker passing through town.
I'm wanted by the
police back East.
So, you see, if I...
If I stay around for
the hearing there
could be pictures and publicity,
and you know what
that could mean to me.
All right, that's enough.
Now let's get some
water on them.
Not you, Clark. Him.
You can just stay right here
where I can keep an eye on you.
Buckets are over there.
Go fill them up and
bring them back.
You a friend of the Hollisters?
Better not even mention
that name, partner.
I didn't steal their money.
Mr. Hollister has
a different version.
Well, he wants to keep
me in town for the hearing.
What are you talking about?
I saw the marshal
kill Neely Hollister.
It wasn't an accident.
All right, knock it off, Clark.
You know when you sent
me out to Lookout Point
to get those trees?
I saw the whole thing.
The marshal was pushing
Neely down the road
with the bumper of his car.
Neely made a run
for it and the marshal
ran him down in cold blood.
That's why Mr. Hollister
wants me here,
to testify.
Mr. Hollister would have
said something to me.
Not if he thought you
would tell the marshal.
Well, it looks like you're
going to get a chance
to prove your little story.
Look, he killed one man.
What's to stop him
from killing another?
I'm the only one who
can testify against him.
Get back to work.
Oh, boy, I'm sorry
I took so long.
You know Fred Deevers?
Coroner's man, he
starts talking and... Whew.
Joe Bob, uh...
Listen, if you'd like to
see something interesting,
just take a little look at that.
Killed his wife?
Bugging those cells wasn't
such a bad idea, was it?
I heard him talking
to the other prisoner.
I decided to check it out.
You know what he just
tried to do, Joe Bob?
Convince me that you
killed Neely on purpose.
Come on, old buddy,
you've got to be kidding.
No, sir. He built
up quite a story.
You didn't believe
him, did you, Floyd?
Of course I didn't believe him.
Now don't let it
bother you, Floyd.
A wife killer will say anything
to try to take the
heat off of him.
Now, you go get yourself a nice,
cool drink of water, boy.
I'll keep an eye on him.
What...?
You stay right there.
What's the trouble, Floyd?
Looks like all that alcohol
is boiling out of him.
Well, maybe we ought to
get him into town to a doctor.
You want to call it
a day with him too?
Well, you take him on in, Floyd.
We'll let this one
finish his painting.
You, uh, sure you don't want me
to come back later?
Floyd, if I can't watch
over one little prisoner,
I had better hand in
my badge, hadn't I?
I'll, uh, see you back in town.
Lock that gate, Floyd,
when you go past.
It's just banging
itself to death.
There's some trees need
to be planted over there
by Lookout Point.
You about ready, Kimble?
Get going.
Thelma, come on in.
Floyd, I want to
see Marshal Sims.
Well, he's not in.
I wanna withdraw the
complaint against Mr. Clark.
Why?
Because he didn't do
anything except try to help.
He told you that
wild story, didn't he?
About Joe Bob and Neely?
But I don't think
it's a wild story.
Thelma, I know how hard this
has been on you and your father.
And I know how you've
always disliked Joe Bob.
But that's no reason to
start grabbing at straws.
They're not straws. Now,
let me tell you something.
We put a trace on Mr. Clark.
You know who he really is?
A man named Kimble.
He's wanted for
murdering his wife.
Well... Well, he told me he
was in some kind of trouble.
Some kind? They don't make
trouble worse than murder.
Well, I... I'm
sorry, Floyd. But...
Whatever he's done, I
don't believe he lied to me.
Look, Thelma,
Joe Bob is a respected
man in this town.
And he's promised to hand over
this whole thing to me someday,
marshal's badge and all.
Look, with that kind of money...
Well, I always thought you
and me maybe someday could...
I know. I-I know, Floyd. But...
But right now, I want
to speak to Mr. Clark.
You can't.
He's out at Apache Park.
You mean with Joe Bob?
They'll be back after a while.
Floyd, what if Mr. Clark
is telling the truth?
But he's not telling
the truth, Thelma.
But if he is and
Joe Bob knows it?
Dump those rocks
over the point there.
Ooh, that's a long
way down, ain't it?
I think we better
dig this big one out.
You know, something, Kimble?
You're my ticket
to the state capitol.
Yes, sir.
When I bring in a
hotshot fugitive like you,
they're liable to
give me a medal.
Course, it's very enjoyable
right now watching
a wife killer earn his wages.
Oh, there's a
telephone call for me
waiting in my office
from Stafford, Indiana.
You happen to know
a fellow by the name
of Lieutenant Philip Gerard?
Well, if you're in a hurry
to get to the electric chair,
I could go make
the call right now.
You can't cut through
rock with a shovel.
You have to lift that up.
It's too big.
What's the matter, boy?
Killing women make you weak?
Stand aside.
You stand over there.
I think maybe you're
going to have to slip
the shovel under
the edge of the rock.
Come on, get that
shovel under there.
Let's go.
Joe Bob!
Let's take him on in.
Floyd, old boy,
I almost let this customer
get away from me.
How did you find us?
We were on our
way to Apache Park
and we heard the shot.
I found out you had taken
your deer rifle out of the rack, I...
I thought you had gone hunting.
You don't use it for anything
else, do you, Joe Bob?
A gopher's been tearing
up the park lately, Floyd.
Took the rifle along
in case I saw one.
Come on down. I can
cover him from here.
No, Floyd.
You take Thelma,
get on out of here.
We can't tell about this one.
I'll meet you back at the park.
If it's all the same
to you, Joe Bob, I'll...
I'll stay here with you.
Floyd, listen, boy,
I've had a long, hard day.
Now, don't you try my patience.
If you've got any idea of
being marshal someday,
you do like you're told!
Floyd!
Ask him what he
promised the mayor.
Shut up, Kimble!
Let him tell you about
the deal he made
to give your job
to the mayor's son.
I said shut up, Kimble!
What's he talking
about, Joe Bob?
How should I know?
He's lying.
Whose word do you
take, his or mine?
Did you make some kind of a
deal with the mayor, Joe Bob?
Why should I, Floyd?
Because he needs
his help at the hearing.
This whole town's behind me!
Not after they find out
you killed Neely Hollister.
Don't do it, Joe Bob!
I think he'll be all right.
What difference could it
make to a man like you?
When I get to the
highway, I'll phone for help.
Just... Just go away.
Go away and leave us alone.
In the aftermath of violence,
there must always
come a moment of peace.
A time for healing
and a time to restore
the delicate balance
of life versus death.
But, for a fugitive,
there can be no moment of peace.
He must travel the
road of the hunted.
And for Richard Kimble,
that road apparently has no end.
Stand aside.
You stand right over there.
I think maybe you're
going to have to slip
the shovel under
the edge of the rock.
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:
Pat Hingle, Mary Murphy.
Well, sir, there he was
out on the end of the limb
right smack dab over my head,
ears laid back, ready to jump.
If I made just one little quick
or sudden move,
that cat was going to come down
on top of me Golly.
And I'd be a dead man.
Gee whiz.
Vicious.
Just about that time
that my old Apache training
came in mighty handy.
You see, I knew
that I was just going
to have time for the one shot.
So I started raising my gun up,
inch by inch... by
inch... by inch... Pow!
Down that old rascal
came out of that tree.
The mountain lion had
been killing our rabbits
and our deer. Bang!
He was finally dead. Ha-ha!
Hi, Joe Bob.
Okay boys come on in, here.
See, you just
missed a good story.
Oh, I wished you had been here.
You would have loved this story.
Hey, Joe Bob, how come
you never take us hunting?
Yeah, why not?
Maybe because
you're all so young,
and maybe because
I don't want you
to find out all my
Apache secrets.
Joe Bob, my dad says you got
about as much Apache blood
in you as an Easter Bunny.
He's wrong, isn't he?
Well, Johnny, old buddy,
I'm going to have
to have a little talk
with your daddy about
minding his own business.
Come on, let's get
on out of here, fellows.
If anybody's interested,
I'm buying the ice cream.
Here we go. Here we go.
All right. What...?
Let's see if I got
my money with me.
I got it. All right. All right.
I got it.
Hello, Charley.
All right, my man.
All right, boys, let
me pay the man.
Here we go, boys.
Oh. Yeah, we're going to
have whatever you want.
Whatever you fellows want,
that is exactly what
we're going to have.
Banana split, that's
what I'm going to have.
Come on. I know what I'm having.
Bixton, Arizona.
Small, quiet,
for some a good place to live.
But for Richard
Kimble, fugitive,
it's only a stopover
between rides.
A stopover he will
not soon forget.
Hey, Joe Bob, how's
Apache Park coming?
Oh, Charley, it's not coming
along too good right now.
I can't find any volunteers.
I think I found one for you.
He's been looking for
a ride with his thumb.
Well, thank you
very much, Charley.
Nice day, ain't it?
What's your name?
Uh, Richard Clark.
Get in, Mr. Clark.
What for?
Oh, we've got a little ordinance
in this town about Tom Thumbs.
Hitchhiking.
Hey, well, I'm sorry, I...
I'll just keep walking
right out of town.
No, saying I'm sorry
won't cut it, Mr. Clark.
Get in.
Put your suitcase in
the back and get in.
Please.
However, it looks very
favorable at this time.
You hear that,
Floyd? Very favorable.
The Attorney General's
office will have a vacancy
in their investigative
staff within a month,
and I have already
laid the groundwork
for your appointment.
And so on and so on and...
How's that, Floyd?
It looks like I'm on my way
to the state capitol already.
You deserve it, Joe Bob.
Oh, hold it, we're both
going to cash in on this.
You forgetting somebody's
got to take my place?
You stick with me, boy.
We'll lick this state together.
Go to the diner, get
some coffee, will you?
All right.
Floyd, when you come back,
bring me one of those nice,
big, jumbo hamburgers, will you?
Well, hello, Thelma.
How are you?
Marshal Sims.
Come to see Neely?
Yes.
Hello, Floyd.
Hi, Thelma.
Haven't seen much of you lately.
Father was saying the same
thing about you only yesterday.
You're, uh...
You're looking
real nice, Thelma.
I'll take you back, Thelma.
Marshal, uh, if you'll
let me out of here,
I give you my word I'll...
No, Clark, sorry, not a chance.
Neely.
Neely.
What do you want?
Well, I wanted to talk to you.
No, thanks. Just make
a U-turn on out of here.
I really don't
need any lectures.
I stole the money,
that's it. Period.
Neely, please.
Beat it, sis.
If my brother should
need anything...
I'll let you know, Thelma.
Would you step back in my
office with me for a minute?
I'd like to talk
to you if I can.
Thelma, you keep away
from that pig, hear me?
You keep away from him.
He's just on edge, Thelma.
Don't pay any attention to him.
Thelma, you stay away from him.
Boy, I'll swear if you don't try
a man's patience to the end...
Whew.
Thelma!
Hey.
Why don't you mind
your own business?
I've got to admit
it was bad coffee.
Here.
Thanks.
The marshal is not one
of your favorite people?
You don't know it yet, mister,
but you're just
one tiny little bug
in Joe Bob's great big trap.
All right,
we don't run a chain
gang around here.
But you prisoners are expected
to do a good day's work.
Now, there is only one thing
that I want to emphasize.
This park
is a very important
project to me.
Someday the statue
of the governor
of this state is going
to sit on this block.
Now, this park is
located at Lookout Point
right at the top of our
dear state so, naturally,
we want the park to be
a fitting tribute to the
statue that will fit in.
Floyd, you take these two.
Put them to work.
Neely, get back in the car.
You and me are going down
to the bottom of Lookout Point.
All right, bring those
wheelbarrows over here.
Make a hole about right there.
Clark, right here.
All right, now put it down.
Neely, you get up front with me.
Neely, you really are
something. You know that?
Calling me names,
creating all that fuss
in front of your sister.
What am I going
to do with you, boy?
Funning around with
all the pretty young girls
in town making us
old men feel jealous.
I ask you. What am I
going to do with you?
I guess I'm just going to
have to teach you a lesson,
ain't that right, Neely?
Get out.
I've decided there are too
many rocks on this road.
You're going to pick
them all up one at a time.
Get out. Now move.
Let's go, ladies man!
There's plenty of rocks there.
You just bend over,
boy, you'll find them.
Let's pick up the
speed out there, boy.
Let's go, Neely.
Excuse me, Neely.
I thought you could use it, son.
Let's get it done faster, boy!
When you're through, Fred,
just park it in
front of the jail.
Don't forget, boy, I want one
of those tinted windshields.
Oh, I don't know, Mr. Mayor,
I can't tell you how
bad it makes me feel
to run down a
youngster like Neely,
even if it was an accident.
He was a wild, reckless kid.
No one blames you
for what happened.
That's kind of you, Mr. Mayor.
I hate to bring
this up, Joe Bob,
but you might as well
know it now as later.
Coroner's coming down
from the county seat
to hold a hearing
on Neely's death.
A hearing?
It's just a formality,
I'm sure of that.
But you are a law officer
involved in the death
of a prisoner.
Now, this whole town
is behind you, Joe Bob.
Well, I sure
appreciate that, sir.
If something else
comes in on the hearing,
I'll let you know.
You do that, Mr. Mayor.
Thank you, sir.
See you.
Take off, Floyd. I'll
keep an eye on things.
Any trouble?
No, sir. That, uh...
That drunk doesn't do much
more than eat and sleep.
That other fellow,
Clark, he's a...
He's a quiet one.
By the way, Floyd,
I've got to make a
report on that accident.
You sure nobody saw it?
No, sir. Uh...
One man was working
down by the gate.
I know that for sure.
And I remember I sent,
uh, Clark over to pick up
some new trees to
plant, but he wasn't gone
for more than a few minutes.
Aren't those new trees we had
stacked over by Lookout Point?
Yes, sir.
Go to supper, Floyd.
Oh, almost forgot,
Judge Wilkins suspended
sentence on Clark.
I'll take care of the release.
Sure you don't
want me to help you?
You go to supper, boy.
You take a extra half
hour while you're doing it.
All right.
Marshal, wait a minute.
You know, marshal, I'll, uh...
I'll walk, that's all right.
Now, since I got your
sentence suspended,
it's not going to be
much trouble to escort you
to the city limits.
You sit in the car and wait.
Evening, Mr. Mayor.
You know I said I would let
you know if anything happened.
Well, I had a call
from the coroner.
The hearing is set
for next Tuesday.
I don't anticipate any trouble.
I want you to know, they'll hear
nothing but the best from me.
Be truthful, Mr. Mayor,
I'm counting on that.
Oh, by the way, Joe Bob,
do you remember my son, Billy?
The best tackle I ever busted
heads with in high school.
Well, Billy's having some
trouble with his job back East.
I'm sending money each month
but it's a big drain on
the savings account.
If I could just get him
situated in something closer.
There going to be a good
job open right here in town
in about a month.
You mean yours?
Somebody's got to take it
when I get that appointment.
What about Floyd?
Well, Mr. Mayor,
you and I have done
a little back scratching
for each other.
Now, Floyd is young
and inexperienced.
From all I hear about Billy,
he's a good family
man and all that.
I wouldn't hesitate to
recommend him for the job.
Thank you, Joe Bob.
I'll write Billy tonight
and let him know.
That's fine, but I wouldn't
spread it around town just yet.
Not until after I get
the appointment.
Of course not.
Goodnight, Joe
Bob. Thanks again.
Glad to be of help, Mr. Mayor.
There's a lot of
road straight ahead
and it's all one
way out of town.
Don't lose your direction.
You're the man who called?
My name is Clark.
Come in, Mr. Clark.
Sit down.
I don't know whether
you remember me.
I was a prisoner in the
same cell with your brother.
Yes, I remember.
When you called you
said you were leaving town.
I was but I didn't
think I should leave
before I told you something.
Go on.
I was at Apache Park yesterday.
Then you saw the accident.
It wasn't an accident.
What?
I saw the marshal
push your brother
into throwing that rock
and then deliberately
ran him down with the car.
You're saying Joe Bob
murdered my brother?
Yes.
Who are you going
to call? The marshal?
He's the one who did it.
Ms. Hollister, I'm a
vagrant in this town.
My word means nothing.
Thelma?
Thelma.
It's my father. He's sick.
I-I've got to go to him.
Would you wait?
Please wait.
Thelma, who's out there?
Well, it was a man
who knows Neely.
His name is Clark.
Clark?
Clark? I don't recall any friend
of Neely's named Clark.
Well, he was a
prisoner at the jail.
He's come to tell
us something...
Something about what happened.
Well, bring him in.
M...
Yes, sir, I und...
I... I understand, sir,
but you should call
the marshal's office.
This is the Highway Patrol.
All right, all right, sir.
That name was Clark?
That's right. Richard Clark.
Father, please don't.
Thelma, I'm going to
keep that man in town
if I have to chain him here.
Joe Bob's not
going to get away...
Yes, sir, yes, sir, I'm here.
Like I said, he
stole some money.
Your name and address?
Right, we'll get on it.
Goodbye.
This is Highway Patrol 3
calling A-14-J in Bixton.
Come in please.
Hey, there, Highway Patrol 3.
This is A-14-J.
What's the word, Pete old buddy?
Excuse me.
I wonder if you would
mind giving me a lift.
I'm a good driver in
case you get sleepy.
Oh, I never let
anybody drive my car.
But I... I guess
you can have a ride.
Go on, get in.
Thank you.
Say, the...
The gauge said it
could take a little more.
You sure it's full?
I'll check.
Please.
All right, sir.
Oh, did you check the tires?
Yes, sir.
That was 24 in the
back, 28 in the front.
Right. And the water and oil?
Water and oil is fine.
Battery okay?
Oh, I didn't check the battery.
Well, would you, please?
Right.
All right, that's, uh, 5.50 sir.
Right, now, here's a 20,
and, uh, I'd like
some change back
in dimes and nickels please.
Dimes and nickels, okay.
See, I... I'm going
to visit some friends,
and they have children,
and they like to
have that change.
That's 60, 70, 80, 90,
six, seven, eight, nine,
ten and ten is 20,
and thank you, sir.
You just made a
bad mistake, mister.
Get out.
You stirred up a hornet's
nest, mister, you know that?
Old man Hollister
called the State Police,
told them you stole
some money from him.
Now, me, I got a different idea.
I don't figure
you're crazy enough
to come back to this
town for a few dollars.
I wanna know the real reason.
When a man is
broke, he tries things.
You... You just happened
to pick the Hollister house,
is that right?
Well, the kid, Neely, told me
he had some money hidden
from that store he robbed.
Empty out your
pockets on that bunk.
Let's go.
Twenty.
There's $25.
Old man Hollister
said you stole 100.
Well, it was dark.
I was running.
I guess I...
I fell. Must have
lost some of it.
That's too bad, boy.
Now can you tell me
why Neely told you
about all that money he hid
when he just stole
$4 from the store?
Joe Bob. Yeah.
Mr. Hollister and
Thelma are here.
They said they want to see Clark
before they sign a complaint.
Sure.
Why not?
Thelma, Mr. Hollister,
I can't tell you how sorry I
am about what happened.
Thank you. We can
understand how you must feel.
I suppose you just came
to make sure of
your identification.
We wanna talk to him.
That's a little
unusual, isn't it?
Well, he was here
when Neely was.
Is it against the law to try
and find out something
Neely might have said bef...?
It is after visiting
hours, Thelma,
but I guess you
do have the right.
I'll just stand here
and make sure he
doesn't try anything.
We'd like to talk to him alone.
Well, it's your privilege.
Thelma told me what you said.
Is it true?
Yes.
And you were willing to turn
your back and leave town?
I had to.
What about my boy?
I know what you think of me.
But I'm not just some
hitchhiker passing through town.
I'm wanted by the
police back East.
So, you see, if I...
If I stay around for
the hearing there
could be pictures and publicity,
and you know what
that could mean to me.
All right, that's enough.
Now let's get some
water on them.
Not you, Clark. Him.
You can just stay right here
where I can keep an eye on you.
Buckets are over there.
Go fill them up and
bring them back.
You a friend of the Hollisters?
Better not even mention
that name, partner.
I didn't steal their money.
Mr. Hollister has
a different version.
Well, he wants to keep
me in town for the hearing.
What are you talking about?
I saw the marshal
kill Neely Hollister.
It wasn't an accident.
All right, knock it off, Clark.
You know when you sent
me out to Lookout Point
to get those trees?
I saw the whole thing.
The marshal was pushing
Neely down the road
with the bumper of his car.
Neely made a run
for it and the marshal
ran him down in cold blood.
That's why Mr. Hollister
wants me here,
to testify.
Mr. Hollister would have
said something to me.
Not if he thought you
would tell the marshal.
Well, it looks like you're
going to get a chance
to prove your little story.
Look, he killed one man.
What's to stop him
from killing another?
I'm the only one who
can testify against him.
Get back to work.
Oh, boy, I'm sorry
I took so long.
You know Fred Deevers?
Coroner's man, he
starts talking and... Whew.
Joe Bob, uh...
Listen, if you'd like to
see something interesting,
just take a little look at that.
Killed his wife?
Bugging those cells wasn't
such a bad idea, was it?
I heard him talking
to the other prisoner.
I decided to check it out.
You know what he just
tried to do, Joe Bob?
Convince me that you
killed Neely on purpose.
Come on, old buddy,
you've got to be kidding.
No, sir. He built
up quite a story.
You didn't believe
him, did you, Floyd?
Of course I didn't believe him.
Now don't let it
bother you, Floyd.
A wife killer will say anything
to try to take the
heat off of him.
Now, you go get yourself a nice,
cool drink of water, boy.
I'll keep an eye on him.
What...?
You stay right there.
What's the trouble, Floyd?
Looks like all that alcohol
is boiling out of him.
Well, maybe we ought to
get him into town to a doctor.
You want to call it
a day with him too?
Well, you take him on in, Floyd.
We'll let this one
finish his painting.
You, uh, sure you don't want me
to come back later?
Floyd, if I can't watch
over one little prisoner,
I had better hand in
my badge, hadn't I?
I'll, uh, see you back in town.
Lock that gate, Floyd,
when you go past.
It's just banging
itself to death.
There's some trees need
to be planted over there
by Lookout Point.
You about ready, Kimble?
Get going.
Thelma, come on in.
Floyd, I want to
see Marshal Sims.
Well, he's not in.
I wanna withdraw the
complaint against Mr. Clark.
Why?
Because he didn't do
anything except try to help.
He told you that
wild story, didn't he?
About Joe Bob and Neely?
But I don't think
it's a wild story.
Thelma, I know how hard this
has been on you and your father.
And I know how you've
always disliked Joe Bob.
But that's no reason to
start grabbing at straws.
They're not straws. Now,
let me tell you something.
We put a trace on Mr. Clark.
You know who he really is?
A man named Kimble.
He's wanted for
murdering his wife.
Well... Well, he told me he
was in some kind of trouble.
Some kind? They don't make
trouble worse than murder.
Well, I... I'm
sorry, Floyd. But...
Whatever he's done, I
don't believe he lied to me.
Look, Thelma,
Joe Bob is a respected
man in this town.
And he's promised to hand over
this whole thing to me someday,
marshal's badge and all.
Look, with that kind of money...
Well, I always thought you
and me maybe someday could...
I know. I-I know, Floyd. But...
But right now, I want
to speak to Mr. Clark.
You can't.
He's out at Apache Park.
You mean with Joe Bob?
They'll be back after a while.
Floyd, what if Mr. Clark
is telling the truth?
But he's not telling
the truth, Thelma.
But if he is and
Joe Bob knows it?
Dump those rocks
over the point there.
Ooh, that's a long
way down, ain't it?
I think we better
dig this big one out.
You know, something, Kimble?
You're my ticket
to the state capitol.
Yes, sir.
When I bring in a
hotshot fugitive like you,
they're liable to
give me a medal.
Course, it's very enjoyable
right now watching
a wife killer earn his wages.
Oh, there's a
telephone call for me
waiting in my office
from Stafford, Indiana.
You happen to know
a fellow by the name
of Lieutenant Philip Gerard?
Well, if you're in a hurry
to get to the electric chair,
I could go make
the call right now.
You can't cut through
rock with a shovel.
You have to lift that up.
It's too big.
What's the matter, boy?
Killing women make you weak?
Stand aside.
You stand over there.
I think maybe you're
going to have to slip
the shovel under
the edge of the rock.
Come on, get that
shovel under there.
Let's go.
Joe Bob!
Let's take him on in.
Floyd, old boy,
I almost let this customer
get away from me.
How did you find us?
We were on our
way to Apache Park
and we heard the shot.
I found out you had taken
your deer rifle out of the rack, I...
I thought you had gone hunting.
You don't use it for anything
else, do you, Joe Bob?
A gopher's been tearing
up the park lately, Floyd.
Took the rifle along
in case I saw one.
Come on down. I can
cover him from here.
No, Floyd.
You take Thelma,
get on out of here.
We can't tell about this one.
I'll meet you back at the park.
If it's all the same
to you, Joe Bob, I'll...
I'll stay here with you.
Floyd, listen, boy,
I've had a long, hard day.
Now, don't you try my patience.
If you've got any idea of
being marshal someday,
you do like you're told!
Floyd!
Ask him what he
promised the mayor.
Shut up, Kimble!
Let him tell you about
the deal he made
to give your job
to the mayor's son.
I said shut up, Kimble!
What's he talking
about, Joe Bob?
How should I know?
He's lying.
Whose word do you
take, his or mine?
Did you make some kind of a
deal with the mayor, Joe Bob?
Why should I, Floyd?
Because he needs
his help at the hearing.
This whole town's behind me!
Not after they find out
you killed Neely Hollister.
Don't do it, Joe Bob!
I think he'll be all right.
What difference could it
make to a man like you?
When I get to the
highway, I'll phone for help.
Just... Just go away.
Go away and leave us alone.
In the aftermath of violence,
there must always
come a moment of peace.
A time for healing
and a time to restore
the delicate balance
of life versus death.
But, for a fugitive,
there can be no moment of peace.
He must travel the
road of the hunted.
And for Richard Kimble,
that road apparently has no end.