The Fugitive (1963–1967): Season 2, Episode 6 - Tiger Left, Tiger Right - full transcript

You ever been to Miami Beach?

Yes.

With a girl?

Yes.

Particular girl?

Particular, yes, but
she didn't carry a gun.

I've heard about those
nights down there.

They're warm, very warm.

I'll bet we could really
swing down there.

Just the three of us.

You and me...



and all that money.

The Fugitive.

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.

Frees him to run before
the relentless pursuit

of the police lieutenant
obsessed with his capture.



The guest stars
in tonight's story:

Leslie Nielsen, Carol
Rossen, Jeanne Bal.

Tonight's episode
"Tiger Left, Tiger Right".

Those who run need sanctuary:

a time and a place to catch
their breath and plan ahead.

On the estate of
a wealthy couple,

Richard Kimble has
found a temporary haven.

Hey, Frank, look.

Watch yourself, Glenn.

Look, Mom.

Frank, is he hurt?

It might be a broken arm.

He's probably
sprained his ankle too.

Oh, Glennie, I've told you a
dozen times about that wall.

Come on, partner,
you get a free ride.

I'll, uh... I'll
call the doctor.

No, let's take him right in.

Is he gonna hurt me, Frank?

Maybe a little.

But you're a brave
boy, aren't you?

Will you stay with me, Frank?

Yeah, sure I will.

Yes, yes. We're at
Dr. Garber's office now.

No, no. I don't
think it's serious.

Probably nothing
but a simple sprain.

We'll take an x-ray at
the hospital to be sure.

We're going over
to the hospital.

Why don't you meet us there?

I-I know you're busy,
but-but this is Saturday.

All right, then you
can just stay there.

It's only his son.

All right, young man,
let's test that ankle.

How does it feel?

Okay.

Fine.

We'll have that arm
fixed up in no time.

Would you want
me to go with him?

No, don't bother, Frank.

You can take the car back.

Dr. Garber will
drop us off later.

Then you'll tell me about it
when you get home, huh?

Frank...

thank you.

You having trouble?

Well, uh, let's see,

something wrong with
the distributor I think.

Want me to give you a hand?

Thank you. I sure appreciate it.

Well, it doesn't
look too serious.

Good.

I'll get it.

Hello.

Uh, let me talk to your mother.

It's for you, Mom.

Hello.

Hello.

Mrs. Pryor?

Yes.

Now, you look, I've
got your husband.

What?

If you want to get him back

you're gonna have
to pay me $100,000.

What are you talking about?

I guess you heard me all right.

Now you better start
thinking about that money.

For your information, my
husband is right here at home.

Believe me, I've got him

and I'm not going to give
him back until you pay.

It's the first time I've
done this kind of thing

and I'm nervous about it,
so don't kid around with me

because I might hurt the man.

I don't know what kind
of a sick mind you've got

but I don't appreciate
your sense of humor.

Cheyney...

did you make the call?

Cheyney, did you make the call?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, what'd
she say, Cheyney?

Will you answer me?

Come on.

Now, Cheyney, no more of that.

Wake up. Stop.

Come on, get up.

Frank Jordan?

Who the devil's Frank Jordan?

I'm Frank Jordan.

You empty-minded jerk.

What were you doing in
the car with his wife and kid?

I'm the gardener.

The boy got hurt in the yard.

I was driving him to the doctor.

Calluses and dirt
under the nails.

Well, that's no millionaire,
that's the hired help.

Congratulations, you got
us a real prize, didn't you?

Ah, what am I supposed to do?

The kid was even hugging him.

The gardener. That's terrific.

What's he worth, Cheyney?
Five dollars, maybe 10?

Oh, don't. Don't.

Pryor, I wanted.

I wanted to make him
sweat out every minute.

What'd you say your name was?

Frank.

Not a bad looking guy, Frank.

Never mind how he looks.

How long you been
with the Pryors?

Two months.

He says the kid hugged you.

So?

Nothing but a lousy gardener.

But he's alive.

Pryor might not want a
dead man on his conscience.

Yeah, what does he care?

What he did to me.
He sits on his pennies.

Yeah, what have we got to lose?

Some money is
better than no money.

All you gotta do is
make another phone call.

Well, if you
won't do it, I will.

All right, all right.

You're in luck, Frank.

We're gonna trade you in.

Ordinarily, I wouldn't
have asked you

to drop by, Lieutenant.

Probably just a crank call.

Something else happened
this morning that disturbed us.

Oh, thank you very
much, Mr. Pryor.

What was it that disturbed you?

Well, we found one of
our cars down the road.

It was abandoned, the
key still in the ignition.

Stolen? No, nothing like that.

Our gardener was
bringing it back from town.

Look, it's probably
just a false alarm.

I think he got bored
with this job and took off.

Frank would have told
us. He's a responsible man.

My wife has great faith in
human nature, lieutenant.

She should have
been a social worker.

Mike, a man is missing.
He may be in trouble.

Wait, wait. There's
no harm in checking.

Want to give us a
description? Doug.

His name's Frank Jordan.

He's in his mid-30s,
6'1 " or 2". Dark hair.

Comes from, uh...

I don't know.

Do you, Laura?

No.

Oh, would-would a picture help?

Yes, very much, Mrs. Pryor.

I took one on Glenn's birthday.
He wanted Frank in the picture.

I, uh, think it's in Glenn's
bedroom. Excuse me.

Hello.

Hello. Mr. Pryor?

That's right. Who's this?

Never mind.

How's your family gardener?

What about him?

Well, he's gonna die unless
you cough up $25,000.

That-that's a lot of money.

How can I be sure
you've got him?

Well, you'll just have
to take that on faith.

And Pryor, the man I
really wanted was you.

That's very flattering.

Maybe.

But unless you want
him to die in your place,

you better get that money.

Well, I'll... I'll have
to think about it.

Well, don't you take long.

I'll call back and don't
you call the police.

You're being watched.

Hello? Hello?

Did you recognize that voice?
Was that anybody you knew?

No, I don't think so.

Was that him again?

Yes. He's got Jordan.

Apparently I was number
one on his shopping list

but he made a mistake.

Are those the pictures,
Mrs. Pryor? Oh, yes.

Yes, this one.

You know this guy?

No. I don't think so.

Do you?

Hmm...

Maybe not.

Look, we've got work to
do. Notify the local FBI.

Fill them in. Yes, sir.

He told me to stay
away from the police.

It's too late for
that, Mr. Pryor.

We're already in it.

Suppose he's watching?

No, he isn't. At least not yet.

I've had a squad car parked
in your driveway all this time.

He wouldn't have
called if he was.

Where are you going?

To my office. This
picture, it bothers me.

I want to check it
out with our files.

Uh-uh.

Just stretching my legs.

Stretch 'em on that
side of the room.

You sure you could use that gun?

Mister, I'm just one
step away from $25,000.

You'd better believe I'll
use this gun if I have to.

Mind if I have a cigarette?

Who are you trying to impress?

Impress?

Nobody's really that cool.

Your life is in danger.

I guess it is.

You want one of these?

When I do, I'll get one.

Put them back on the table.

I don't mean to antagonize you.

Well, just what do you mean?

Well, we're both here.

Until Cheyney gets back...

might as well relax.

Sure.

We could cuddle
up and have a ball...

and then you'd grab
the gun and check out.

I said you were good-looking,
but don't take me to heart.

Cheyney's my husband.

That's right.

Me and he promised
to love, honor and obey.

You didn't think I
was his type did you?

Not particularly.

Yeah, well, he wasn't
always on crutches.

Before the accident
he was quite a guy.

I mean, all my friends
used to envy me.

And I really loved him.

Did he give you any trouble?

He's still here, isn't he?

What about the car?

I'll take it around back later.

Isn't that sweet? He
brought one for you.

Thank the man.

Thank you.

Hear anything on the radio?

No.

Pryor's kept his mouth shut.

You're wasting your time.

He's not going to
pay any money for me.

I'm not important to him.

You'd better be.

Do you mean to say that I had

a convicted murderer
right here in my house?

Yes, sir.

And in spite of that you
expect my cooperation?

I'm afraid we need it.

Well, the man's a killer.
Why should I help him?

Because they may kill
him if you don't, Mr. Pryor.

Well, that's not the point.

You only want to save
him so you can execute him.

What difference does
it make how he dies?

Mike.

No, I mean it.

They want to put him

in the electric chair
or the gas chamber.

They're asking me to finance it.

Well, look at it
this way, Mr. Pryor.

If the kidnapper escapes,
he may try it again.

Next time he'll get
an innocent victim.

How do I know it
is a kidnapping?

Maybe Kimble's
behind the whole thing.

It's probably just a
scheme to extort money.

Mike, we both know him.
He's not that kind of man.

I'm not gonna argue about it.

I'll stay here by the phone.

I'll help them trace his calls.

That's as far as I go.

That crutch is driving me crazy.

Why don't you give up, Cheyney?

Not a chance.

He's gonna pay.

For what?

For this.

You know what it feels like to
be dead from the waist down?

It's a whole new
ballgame, mister.

Pryor didn't put you
on crutches, did he?

Didn't he?

You're talking too much.

You know, a couple years ago,

I busted loose from
the Signal Corps.

I was gonna knock
the world on its tail.

I got hit by a truck,
that's how this happened.

Do you know who
owned that truck?

Pryor.

Got a fleet of them
all over the country.

It was an accident.
He wasn't driving.

I'm not finished.

When I came to in the hospital,

a lawyer was
standing over my bed

with a piece of
paper for me to sign.

He said they'd pay
for the operation.

I didn't know any
better so I signed it.

That took Pryor and his
company off the hook.

How many operations
did you have?

Three and they didn't take.

Legally I couldn't get
back at Pryor any more.

But I wrote him lots of letters
and I asked him for work.

Anything: a janitor,
elevator operator,

and he didn't answer,
not one of them.

That's when Irene got the
smart idea to grab a hold of Pryor.

You had a raw deal.

But this isn't going to work.

So, what are you
trying to tell me?

I should let you go?

So you can run to the cops.

I won't do that.

Sure.

I can't.

What do you mean, you can't?

I'm in trouble.

If I go to the police,
they'll arrest me.

You mean you got a record?

Yeah, something like that.

It's a trick.

I don't know.

He don't talk like a gardener.

Let me walk out that door,

I'll be a hundred miles from
here by the time it's dark.

You're not gonna listen
to him, are you, Cheyney?

Pryor owes me for
a new pair of legs.

I'm gonna collect.

Why do we need another phone?

Mr. McIntire here wants to
keep a line open to his company.

That way we can
try for a quick trace

if the kidnapper calls again.

Stand by down there.

And don't go out for coffee.

I'm leaving this off the hook.

All set, lieutenant.

No promises, though.

Everybody's hedging
their bets around here.

What, uh, what are the chances
of getting him back, Mr. Warren?

It's hard to say, Mrs. Pryor.

We're doing
everything we can do.

Without your husband's
help, I don't know.

Mr. McIntire, what exactly
is the problem downtown?

Well, there is no
actual problem, sir.

It's just a matter of time

and we can't guarantee
that we can trace...

It's not the question
of guarantee.

I think if this thing
can be set up...

Mike, I want to talk to you.

Mm-hmm...

Why can't you look at
me? Are you ashamed?

Ashamed?

You should be.

You know, Mike,
I've learned to live

with your indifference to me,

but you're allowing
a decent man to die

by ignoring him like this,

by acting as if
he doesn't exist.

Define "decent" for me, Laura.

You've seen a great deal
more of Kimble than I have.

I've seen him doing
your job with your son.

And whatever he's
suffering now is in your place.

"In my place." Well, let's
discuss that for a minute.

Mike, I'm just asking
you to help the man.

I-I didn't ask him to
suffer anything for me,

or to take my
place as a father...

or anything else.

If you feel that we owe
him some personal debt,

I wish you'd tell me why.

No.

No, Mike, I can't tell you why.

I can only tell you that...

That after 12 years...

you suddenly turn my stomach.

Lieutenant...

tell me what you want me to do.

Now, you really don't
want out of here, do you?

I mean, if what you say is true,

out's no better than in, is it?

Well, maybe you're right.

Why keep looking
out those windows?

Why keep looking
at those pictures?

Why keep looking
at these pictures?

Miami, Florida.

Fresh air and sunshine.

Same thing out there.

I ain't never been around
the quiet type very much.

I wonder what you're
like when you really flip.

Well, I'm glad I'm an
interesting novelty for you.

You ever been to Miami Beach?

Yes.

With a girl?

Yes.

Particular girl?

Particular, yes, but
she didn't carry a gun.

I heard about those
nights down there.

They're warm.

Very warm.

And all that sand.

I'll bet we could really
swing down there.

Just the three of us.

You and me...

and all that money.

Would, uh, you gentlemen
like any more coffee?

No, no, no, thank
you, Mrs. Pryor.

Hello, Fred? This could be it.

Remember, keep him talking
as long as you possibly can.

Hello.

Hello.

Speaking.

Yes, you'll get the money.

Tell them to hurry.

I don't know how
long he can stall.

Wait a minute, is he all right?

I wanna talk to him.

Hello... hello?

He hung up.

MR. PRYOR: Hello. Hello?

Pryor?

Speaking.

Make up your mind?

Yes. You'll get the money.

Do you have it there?

Not yet. The bank is
sending it over by messenger.

Make sure it's in
small, unmarked bills.

I'll call you later and
tell you where to leave it.

Wait a minute. Is he all right?

He's fine, so far.

I wanna talk to him.

He's not in the
mood. I'll call you later.

Hello?

Is that the man you
spoke to, Mrs. Pryor?

Yes.

Good boy, Fred. Let's have it.

Gentlemen, we don't
have an address yet,

but it came from the
Oak Lane section.

Let's go.

When you get the
address, call my office.

They'll radio it out to me.

Address confirmed.

638... Repeat.
- -638 Foxcroft Road. Over.

Is there a telephone
number? Over.

Fitzroy 419.

All right. Thank
you. Over and out.

You know where that is?

A few miles from here.

Father, has anybody used
that phone in the last half hour?

No one.

I've been sitting here
working on Sunday's sermon.

Any visitors?

Not a soul.

They, uh, generally leave me
alone when I'm writing a sermon.

I have a reputation
for breathing brimstone.

Father, is there an extension
telephone in the church?

No, this is the only phone.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

I-I wish I could
be of more help.

Well, thank you, Father.

But I'm afraid you don't deal in

the kind of miracles
we're looking for.

Then right after the
accident you, uh...

you couldn't move your legs?

Not an inch.

These operations
you talked about,

were they brain operations?

No. On my spine.

For all the good that did me.

What do you know
about that stuff?

I, uh, used to
work in a hospital.

Is that what you're
on the run for?

Abortion? No.

Well, all right, you
know all the facts...

let's hear it.

You got a new wonder
drug that will cure me.

All I got to do is have
another operation.

I should let you go and then I
check into a charity ward, huh?

Well, come on,
what's the verdict?

Well, no one can be sure
without a complete examination.

But from what
you've told me, I...

I doubt if you'll walk again.

Well, at least you're honest.

No song and dance.

Glory hallelujah.

I was hoping it
would be curable.

Give you another
reason for giving this up.

You still on that kick?

I never left it.

He listens to you.

Why don't you
talk him out of it?

I have 25,000 good reasons.

That's a lot of money.

Is it for Cheyney,
or is it for you?

Knock it off.

Now, you listen to me, mister.

Maybe I am in
this for the money.

Maybe I just am tired
of being nursemaid

and maybe I just want
to grab that kitty and run.

Irene.

But you're forgetting one thing:

maybe I love that
broken-down joke.

Then why don't you help him?

Oh, please.

Help me?

Now, you listen to me, buddy.

I make my own decisions.

Do you?

Yeah. What about Pryor?

He's going to pay off, isn't he?

For all you know, Mr. Pryor's
already called the police.

Oh, the police.

Well, that won't
make any difference.

If they're in on this,

they're sitting around
with egg on their face.

I sent them to church
and it isn't even Sunday.

This is probably
how he fooled you.

It's a test phone.

Our installation men
use them every day.

What for?

It lets them cut
in to check a line.

All the kidnapper would
have to do was get into

the church basement and
attach this to the terminal.

Then the call would go out
over Father Connelly's line.

Is the company
missing any of these?

He can make one
himself if he knows how.

Great, isn't it?

He can call from
now until doomsday.

There's no way to trace it.

We might check the office.

See if one is missing.

I'll check it out.

What are you looking for?

Well, we gotta figure that
the kidnapper has a hideout

where he's keeping Kimble.

Chances are it's
not too far away

from Father Connelly's church.

I don't see him
doing much traveling

just to make a phone call.

Shall we concentrate
on that area?

Yeah, we send out
every available squad car.

Would you get
on it, Doug? Right.

I was just thinking...

Kimble won't be very
happy when you show up.

Yeah, and he won't be
very happy if we don't.

The cops.

Couldn't know we're here.
They'd be breaking down the door.

Watch it.

Shh.

What were you gonna
do with the gun, shoot it?

Here's the plan, Mr. Pryor.

We're hoping to pick him
up after you make the drop.

Now, the entire area
will be staked out.

Sooner or later, he'll have
to come and get this money.

Suppose that doesn't work?

Well, we have one other
contingency plan. Doug?

This is a radio transmitter.

Don't let the size fool
you, it's very powerful.

We'll cushion it in foam rubber.

Before we put the
money into the briefcase,

we'll sew it into the lining.

It'll beam a signal that we
can trace by triangulation.

We can use the directional
antennas on our car

to get a fix on it.

If they're in the neighborhood,
won't we scare him off?

No, not if we follow
at a safe distance.

Once we give this baby a voice,
we'll know exactly where it is,

and we won't be
very far behind it.

Hello?

Now listen carefully.

An hour from now,
drive down Highway 126,

between Springfield
and Waterville.

You keep your headlights
on and when you see a light

flashing at the side of the
road, you throw the money out.

Now, you got that?

Yes.

And you don't stop.

Just drive by.

Don't bring the cops with you,

otherwise your
gardener's a dead man.

That's very clever.

Highway 126 is in flat country.

There are no trees, no
places of concealment.

We can't afford a stake out.

Well, looks like we'll
have to depend on this.

Mike.

Be careful.

I'm just a delivery boy.

Thanks.

I'd better get out there.

Well, a few more
minutes, it'll all be over.

And then what?

Then I start living,
like a human being.

Alone?

I won't be alone.

After she gets that money?

Lay off of her.

Are you afraid I'm right?

I said, lay off of her.

Let's go.

Thanks.

No. No, sir. That's
all you can do.

We'll keep you posted.

Pryor made the
drop. Any word yet?

Not yet.

Now, this is Highway 126.

The kidnapper picked up the
briefcase somewhere along here.

We have two cars in the area.

When the reports start coming
in, I want you to triangulate

so we can get a location.

That's it, get out your map.

Car 6, calling Control.
Car 6, calling Control.

Come in, please. Over.

Come in, 6.

We picked up a signal.
It's weak but we're on it.

Over.

Where?

Where are you?

About a mile east
of the bridge. Over.

Stay with it. Over and out.

Control calling
Car 5, calling Car 5.

Signal reported one
mile east of bridge.

Proceed at once
and establish fix.

It's all here, honey.

I'll take these out to the car.

Okay.

Get the rest of the gear.

No more.

Hey...

what's going on here?

Irene.

Irene!

She's gone.

I mean, she's gone.

Car 5 on Paper Mill Road,
6 moving in on Woodlawn.

Signal growing stronger.

Location narrowed to the
general area of West Oak Lane.

Will keep you informed.

Listening. Out.

Thank you, Control.
Over and out.

Headed for West Oak Lane.

Look, Cheyney,
I know the police.

They should be
very close by now.

The main thing is that
I... I don't really blame her.

I try to, but I can't.

The only chance you ever had
was to grab the money and run.

Smart.

That's right.

She was smart to
get out when she did.

Forget about her.

Let me go...

and you get out of here
before they catch us.

I guess I'm...

not much of a man
for a woman like that.

All right, Cheyney.

Hold it.

I've got to gamble. It's
either you or the police.

Cheyney?

Where is he?

I was thinking...

Well, who ever...

Take care of you?

Well, stop staring
like an idiot.

Let's get out of here.

Yeah, okay.

All right, come on. You, too.

Positive fix, lieutenant.

Signal coming from Fremont
area near Dunkirk Road.

And moving.

He's heading for Highway 99.

It'll take him right
into California.

Hello, Control, this
is Lieutenant Hess.

Have Car 5 meet
me at the junction

of Dunkirk Road and US 99.

Dunkirk Road and US 99.

We'll throw up a
roadblock. Over and out.

Get out.

Go on, get out. Three's a crowd.

Good luck, wise guy.

Well, we'll hit Highway 99 soon.

Which way you want to go?

Whichever way you
go. You're driving.

I'm stuck.

Well, now, let's
spread out. Spread out.

"I'm not asking for a handout,
all I want is honest work.

"Please write and tell me if
there are any jobs available.

Sincerely, Harold Cheyney."

That poor man.

Where did you
find those letters?

In our files. My staff
screened them out.

I never even saw them. Oh, Mike.

That's what happens when
a business gets too big.

You get insulated by red tape.

The man was asking for help
and I never even heard him.

What, uh, what
are you going to do?

I'm gonna try to help him now.

I'll get him the best
defense attorney available.

Surely there are enough
extenuating circumstances

to make a difference.

What is it?

Who's going to help him?

The life of a fugitive,
seldom downhill.

Richard Kimble moves on.

The hunter and the hunted.

Free now to continue his search.