The Fugitive (1963–1967): Season 2, Episode 7 - Tug of War - full transcript
Hold it, deputy.
Point that gun in the air.
Now let the hammer down slowly.
Toss it over to me.
You've had it long enough.
Now look, old man...
I can shoot it out of your hand
but I'll take two
fingers with it.
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:
Arthur O'Connell, Don Gordon.
Tonight's episode: "Tug of War."
The farm hand who likes his work
lives a wholesome,
uncomplicated life,
unless he is Richard
Kimble, fugitive.
The quiet country
road is a road to danger.
The peaceful village or farm,
a potential trap.
Hi.
Mr. Mallet. Somebody's here.
Is she back here again?
Patty Sorensen, now,
you know you've got
no business over here.
Run along home now
before I call your ma. Go on.
Yes, sir, what'll it be?
Well, I'm here to pick up
Max Henderson's mail. I
just went to work for him
at his ranch. Oh.
And you say your
name was? Uh, Kelly.
Mr. Kelly. Well.
Well, I'm sure glad
Max has found a man.
Been so busy out
there the last six weeks,
hasn't even been in
to Grange meetings.
Mr. Mallet.
Mr. Mallet. That's
just too much farm
for one man, no
two ways about it.
You give Max my best then.
Mr. Mallet. I will.
Mr. Mallet. Tell him
not to make himself
so scarce around here, now.
Mr. Mallet.
Thank you.
Mr. Mallet.
Mallet.
Let me show you.
Patty, have you got a
dime for that ice cream?
All right, young lady. Now
I'm really gonna call your ma.
Go ahead and
call. But if you do,
I won't even show
you what I found.
Yeah, well, I-I
don't know if he's...
Oh, here he is now, Art.
It's for you, Mr. Fallon.
Thanks, Al. Mm-hm.
Deputy Fallon speaking.
Morgan, this is Art Mallet.
Did you know that
Max Henderson's
got a new hand out there?
Well, I knew he
was looking for one.
Fella gives the name of Kelly.
But, uh, that may
be an alias, Morgan.
I've got a poster here on a
man that's wanted for murder.
Uh, I-I can't quite
hear you, Art.
"Flight to avoid execution,"
looks like it is.
Man's name is Kimble.
Would all you folks mind
getting off the line please?
Axel Nielsen, hang
up. I can't hear.
He was in Max Henderson's
stake truck with a goat in the back.
H-hold on a minute.
Al, would you see if
we've got a file on a Kimble.
Kimble, huh? Yeah.
All right.
Well, I say, I
can't be too sure,
but there might be
some resemblance there.
I didn't pay too
much attention to him.
I never suspicioned a thing.
Thanks, Art. I'll look into it.
You don't put any store
by that, do you, Samuel?
The picture's Kimble,
the man says he's Kelly.
Patty Sorensen stole
an ice-cream bar.
With that set of clues,
Morgan Fallon
can have a festival.
I just hope they don't
call you for another posse.
Art, you have one problem:
You're about to lose a bishop.
The man's a doctor.
He murdered his wife.
It seems to me I remember...
Al, get on the phone.
Put out the call
for the auxiliaries,
about a half a dozen of them.
Oh, and Carson with his dogs
if you can find him.
Well, where do you
want 'em? Here?
Uh, no, not yet. Just
have 'em on standby.
Call Max Henderson,
tell him what happened,
and get the license
number of that truck.
I'm going up in the
chopper. See if I can spot
that truck from the air.
Ah, Dorothy? Uh, Dorothy, get me
the Henderson
Ranch, will you, please?
I need some gas.
Yep.
Ehhh.
How much?
Might as well fill it up.
Your truck?
No, it belongs to my boss.
His goat? Yep.
Probably would like
a drink. You got a can,
uh, something to hold water?
Uh, maybe.
Perhaps you'll find
something inside there.
Thank you.
Where are the keys to your car?
Th-They're in
the ignition, there.
Actually, Kelly looked
a whole lot different
from that picture, Samuel.
He was thinner, younger,
had a different color of hair.
It's my move, Samuel.
Your move?
You just moved your rook.
Did I? You cheat.
I do? Every time.
You win, but you still cheat.
Couldn't possibly be Kimble.
I read a report last week,
he was seen in Miami.
Get me out of here.
Hey, get me out.
Where are you?
Let me out of h...
Get me out of here. Get me out.
Get me out of here.
Get me out.
Hey.
Somebody locked Axel
Nielsen in his gas station,
made off with his old car.
They know who?
Well, they're sure it was Kelly,
but we're not sure
that Kelly's Kimble.
Well, if it's
Kimble, he's crafty.
He'd drive that car to
a place like, uh... Uh...
Richardson's Meadow?
Right.
He'd leave that car. He did.
Fallon found it. Abandoned.
In Richardson's Meadow?
About halfway.
Cat-smart and crafty.
What are you doin'?
He's been here a while.
He's got the lay of the land.
He knew just where he'd go if
he smelled the scent of pursuit.
You've already said you
wouldn't take part in this posse.
Who needs a posse, and
a spit-and-polish deputy?
Now, Samuel, you
just listen to me.
Just pack me up enough
food for two days for two men.
I'm going home to change
my things and get the mule.
Now, wait a minute. Now...
Now... Now, you just wait.
Kimble's gone up to
that wilderness area,
isn't that what
you think? Right.
Oh, you'd better give
me some ammunition,
about 60 rounds. You
can't go after him alone,
and especially there. You
know better than anyone else
what that wilderness
area's like, Samuel.
Now, please don't go.
You know better than
anyone else, I have to.
Samuel.
Don't forget your pills.
Richard Kimble.
Don't move, please.
You're under arrest.
I'd like to take this off.
All right.
You're not a lawman,
are you, mister?
I don't know your name.
Samuel Cole.
No, I'm not a lawman.
That pill you
took, nitroglycerin?
That's enough water.
Taking a pretty big
chance with your health
bringing me in,
aren't you, Mr. Cole?
If I were you, doctor,
I'd save my breath for walking.
There's one thing
I want to tell you.
That you're innocent.
I'll repeat: Save your
breath for walking.
Where are you taking me?
Nearest town is Cornell.
You expect me to
walk all the way?
All the way.
And I'm prepared to
use this, if necessary.
You're wanted
alive or dead, doctor.
It's up to you which
way you arrive.
Thanks for the choice.
You're welcome.
You're gettin' more
than you gave.
What are you getting
out of this, Mr. Cole?
There's no reward.
Satisfaction of
seeing justice done.
Nothing personal?
Congratulations, Mr. Cole.
Congratulations, Sam,
on a job well done.
You know, somebody told me
you didn't even want to join me.
I resigned from your auxiliary.
Give me the key to his
manacles Sam. All right, you.
Up.
Mr. Fallon, sir, the
doctor is my prisoner.
Sam, you were a sheriff once.
Put yourself in my position.
The responsibility is mine.
Now, there's only
room in that chopper
for one passenger, and
it's going to be Kimble.
I'm afraid I have
to give the orders.
All right, you.
Turn around, slow.
Make for the aircraft. Come on.
Hold it.
Don't move.
Drop that pistol.
Well, Sam, I don't think
you're gonna shoot me.
Easy enough to find out.
Walk away from it.
That'll do.
There's a radio in that thing.
You probably told
'em you spotted us.
That's right, Sam.
Tell 'em you're comin' in alone.
Now, wait a minute, Sam.
Kimble's a desperate man.
Don't take a chance
on losing him.
Let me come along with you.
I'll make it.
Sam, did you get
any sleep last night?
Because it's sure you're
not gonna get any tonight,
not being alone with him.
There are limits.
All right, Sam,
he's your prisoner.
Let's don't magnify
a misunderstanding.
All right, you're
giving the orders.
I only brought food for two.
Sam, you're the best
hunter in the state,
or at least one of the best.
All right.
Tell them Samuel Cole
has Richard Kimble in custody,
and will be in Cornell
tomorrow, about dark.
Okay, Sam.
Okay.
Al, this is Fallon. Come in.
Put it over your neck.
Move out.
Tsk. Tsk.
Al, listen carefully.
I've got Richard Kimble
in custody, all secure.
I'm going to delay my
return for a little while.
I have a minor
problem here, over.
Roger, Mr. Fallon.
Need any help there?
Over.
Negative, negative.
No help needed.
Stand by to light
the landing field
in case I'm stuck
out here till after dark.
Roger, Mr. Fallon.
All set, Sam. Oh, uh,
the boys send their best.
Well, get behind Kimble there.
Go round the helicopter
and up the trail.
Move out.
Big storm, Sam.
Won't last long.
I don't know who
the white is, Mr. Cole,
but it just made a mistake.
You play chess?
Nice night for it.
Play the whites, doctor.
You play first.
How long do you think
the storm will last, Sam?
If you feel you have to
call me by my first name,
it's Samuel.
The storm will blow over.
Coffee, Kimble?
Thank you.
Drink it fast because
we're gettin' out of here.
Never drop your guard, Sam.
You either learn
that or you don't.
You know, you might've had
a good career as a lawman,
if you'd paid as much attention
to duty as you do to chess.
Come on. You're
gonna guide us back
to where I landed that plane.
Unlock his manacles, Sam.
I'm taking him back.
My way.
What does he call
that flying machine?
A chopper.
Your move, doctor.
I mean it, Sam.
We used to call 'em eggbeaters
when I was younger.
In any case, I don't think
his will fly, do you?
After what I did
to the tail rotor
while he was
talking on the radio.
What are you talking about?
Your chopper
won't fly, Mr. Fallon.
Or more precisely,
it won't, uh, steer.
Your move, doctor.
You're lying, Sam.
Maybe.
You could find
out by taking off.
Of course, if your tail
assembly is jammed
you'll crash and kill yourself.
If you want to
take my word for it,
I'll still lead you out
of this wilderness alive.
Looks like I've got a
little competition here.
Could turn out to
be quite a game.
All right, Cole.
I need you to
guide us out of here.
But what you're doing
is direct interference
with an officer in the
performance of his duty.
You'll live to regret this, Sam.
I'm telling you.
That was a good move.
A very good move.
Hey, Cole. Hold it up, will ya?
All right, that's enough.
How long before we get there?
Ten hours at this rate.
We'll need some food.
All right, I'll need some food.
We'll come to a creek
in a couple of hours.
I'll catch you a
couple of trout.
Didn't thank you for
removing the rope.
That's all right.
Won't be able to
run very far out here.
You have two armed
men guarding you.
Yeah.
I've been thinking
about this move all day.
Check.
Well, I could fool around,
but I'd eventually get
to making this move.
I might just as
well make it now.
You didn't buy it, did you?
I came close.
Looks like a stalemate.
Stalemate.
It's a long time,
a very long time
since that happened
to me, doctor.
I was lucky. You're
a very fine player.
You know better than that.
It was a good match.
Thank you.
My pleasure.
Do you suppose we could
do something about this?
No.
His heart goes
out to you, Kimble,
but he won't take any chances.
Not intentionally.
Do you notice how willing he was
to give me my gun back,
only let me carry the key?
Yes.
But you don't know why, do you?
No, I don't.
Because he lost one.
Sam was, um, sheriff
of Trinity County
about ten years ago.
Oh, he was a big
man. Very big man.
Tsk.
Till he let this
murderer get away.
He was a bad one. Real bad.
He killed a lady and a little
girl before they caught him.
Poor old Sam,
he... He got fired.
And it's been eating
at him ever since.
Hasn't it, Sam?
I'm sorry.
Don't try to apologize, doctor.
Mr. Fallon's been
wanting to bring it up.
And for a rather
insensitive man,
I must say, he selected
an appropriate phrase:
It has been eating at me.
I wasn't fired, however.
The people who elected me
never once blamed me.
But I knew better.
The young man
who was my prisoner
protested his innocence
and I more than
half believed him.
I may have relaxed my vigilance.
It's hard to recall now,
after so many years.
But I was glad when
the boy escaped.
He fooled me.
He was a killer.
So you resigned.
Yes.
And now another killer turns up.
This one has been
convicted and sentenced.
I feel I owe it to
myself and society
that such a man not be permitted
to remain at large.
I expect no reward.
Only the kind that
comes from inside.
I have prayed
often for this chance
to pay the debt I feel I owe
to the people who trusted me.
And to myself.
I'm sorry for you.
I'm sorry for both of us.
Because I am innocent.
All right, that's enough.
Come on.
All right, grab the tree.
Come on.
All right, give
me your right arm.
Come on.
All right, turn.
You're in pretty
good shape, Kimble.
I guess you keep that way
being on the run all the time, huh?
Guess so.
Pretty handy old man, Sam is.
You know, I think you could
win him over if it weren't for me.
Well, I'd have to try.
Maybe you've already succeeded.
You know, I think it's become
more important for Sam
to make me look foolish
than to take you in,
but this is one time that
maneuver isn't gonna work.
I wasn't aware that you
two had had trouble before.
Oh, I haven't had
trouble with Sam,
but I knew I would.
Somehow, it always happens.
I think they, uh, envy a
man who thinks his own way.
Try and cut me down
by patting me on the head.
They laugh behind my back.
Well, you know, these
people aren't used to...
It's not these people, doctor.
Patterns. Everybody
has patterns.
You have your pattern.
It's quite obvious.
Mine is, uh... Mine is
the curse of the near miss.
Hitch your wagon to a star, hm?
Doctor, I missed
by half a wing tank
becoming the
Rickenbacker of Korea.
And I saw other pilots decorated
for worse mistakes than I made.
You know, actually, uh...
Actually, I was... I was
laughed out of my uniform.
I wonder if you
realize how important
this little hike is for me.
You see, I don't have any
debts to pay like Sam does.
And you don't want
another near miss.
That's number one.
And number two
is, I'm taking you in.
I'm taking you in. Not him.
Which means I might
have to take him in too.
Now, that's gonna make a
lot of people look ridiculous.
A lot of other people, doctor.
Not me.
You can start building
a fire, Mr. Fallon.
All right.
What's the matter, Sam?
You act like you never
killed a man before.
Hold it, deputy.
Point that gun in the air.
Now let the hammer down slowly.
Toss it over to me.
You've had it long enough.
Now look, old man...
I can shoot it out of your hand,
but I'll take two
fingers with it.
All right, doctor.
Let's get that leg bound
up and get out of here.
Don't try it again.
You'll ride the mule.
Wait a minute.
You thought I was just going
to shoot my prisoner, right?
I got my hand free.
I think you arranged it.
Stay in front of me.
I want to keep my
eye on you, deputy.
I'm going to overlook
it, Sam, because, uh...
Well, you were a little excited.
Now, if you don't mind, uh,
hand over that rifle.
I'm talking to you now
as an officer of the law.
Move.
Move!
Gee, you, uh...
You don't look too good, Sam.
When I want your
opinion, I'll ask for it.
Look at him, Kimble.
He's running down
like an old clock.
You know, I think
I'd better go on ahead
and bring back some help.
You can find your way?
Oh, from here? Sure, Sam.
Um,
I'd like to take that
mule if you don't mind.
Yes, I mind.
All right, Sam. Heh.
I'll see you.
What do you think he'll do?
He wants to take credit for you.
He'll have told some
story when we get in there.
You'd better take
some more of that nitro.
I lost it.
It's only a few miles back.
I'll make it.
And so will you.
Sam, I have to
prove I'm innocent.
By that you're saying
you're gonna to
try to escape again.
I have to, Sam.
But I'd like you to
believe I'm innocent,
no matter how this comes out.
All right, Kimble.
Off that mule and
come over here.
No.
You're out of this, old man.
Not yet.
Don't make me do it.
Now, take it easy, Sam.
Just take it easy.
Don't try to talk.
What's the matter with him?
His heart.
He had some pills
but he lost 'em.
Are, uh... Are these the pills?
You see they
dropped out of his
pocket. I picked...
Picked 'em up.
Come on, Sam.
Here.
Here.
Put it under your tongue.
Hang on. Give it
a chance to work.
It's different this time.
It's done.
No, it isn't, Sam.
Don't lie.
Not now.
There's no pain.
I'm glad, Samuel.
No need... No
need to tell anything
but the truth now
about yourself.
I never told you anything
but the truth, Sam.
I am innocent.
It doesn't make it
hard to quit, then.
Sam...
I would have turned you in.
An innocent man.
I would have.
I'm glad you believe me, Sam.
Is he dead?
Yes, he's dead.
Well, he'd have died anyway,
even if he had the pills.
You're sure of that?
Doesn't make any difference.
You won't be around
to tell anybody anything.
That's the north wind.
It's gonna be cold tonight.
Well, thanks for
taking care of Samuel.
Whatever charges there are...
I mean, uh... I'll be glad to...
The man who brought your
friend made a contribution
that was more than enough.
You said he was riding a mule.
Yes. He was hurt. He limped.
I asked him to come in and
rest, but he said he couldn't.
Well, thanks again.
Come in and have some
supper with me and my family.
We'd enjoy having
you. Oh, no thanks.
No, I'd better be
getting on home.
It'll be long past supper
by the time you get there.
Perhaps we could have a game
or two of chess this evening.
Do you play?
Yes, I do.
I'd like that very much.
Good.
How much further
must a fugitive go
before he can stop and rest?
North or east or west or south,
one direction is as good
or as bad as another,
if you're Richard
Kimble, fugitive.
Point that gun in the air.
Now let the hammer down slowly.
Toss it over to me.
You've had it long enough.
Now look, old man...
I can shoot it out of your hand
but I'll take two
fingers with it.
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:
Arthur O'Connell, Don Gordon.
Tonight's episode: "Tug of War."
The farm hand who likes his work
lives a wholesome,
uncomplicated life,
unless he is Richard
Kimble, fugitive.
The quiet country
road is a road to danger.
The peaceful village or farm,
a potential trap.
Hi.
Mr. Mallet. Somebody's here.
Is she back here again?
Patty Sorensen, now,
you know you've got
no business over here.
Run along home now
before I call your ma. Go on.
Yes, sir, what'll it be?
Well, I'm here to pick up
Max Henderson's mail. I
just went to work for him
at his ranch. Oh.
And you say your
name was? Uh, Kelly.
Mr. Kelly. Well.
Well, I'm sure glad
Max has found a man.
Been so busy out
there the last six weeks,
hasn't even been in
to Grange meetings.
Mr. Mallet.
Mr. Mallet. That's
just too much farm
for one man, no
two ways about it.
You give Max my best then.
Mr. Mallet. I will.
Mr. Mallet. Tell him
not to make himself
so scarce around here, now.
Mr. Mallet.
Thank you.
Mr. Mallet.
Mallet.
Let me show you.
Patty, have you got a
dime for that ice cream?
All right, young lady. Now
I'm really gonna call your ma.
Go ahead and
call. But if you do,
I won't even show
you what I found.
Yeah, well, I-I
don't know if he's...
Oh, here he is now, Art.
It's for you, Mr. Fallon.
Thanks, Al. Mm-hm.
Deputy Fallon speaking.
Morgan, this is Art Mallet.
Did you know that
Max Henderson's
got a new hand out there?
Well, I knew he
was looking for one.
Fella gives the name of Kelly.
But, uh, that may
be an alias, Morgan.
I've got a poster here on a
man that's wanted for murder.
Uh, I-I can't quite
hear you, Art.
"Flight to avoid execution,"
looks like it is.
Man's name is Kimble.
Would all you folks mind
getting off the line please?
Axel Nielsen, hang
up. I can't hear.
He was in Max Henderson's
stake truck with a goat in the back.
H-hold on a minute.
Al, would you see if
we've got a file on a Kimble.
Kimble, huh? Yeah.
All right.
Well, I say, I
can't be too sure,
but there might be
some resemblance there.
I didn't pay too
much attention to him.
I never suspicioned a thing.
Thanks, Art. I'll look into it.
You don't put any store
by that, do you, Samuel?
The picture's Kimble,
the man says he's Kelly.
Patty Sorensen stole
an ice-cream bar.
With that set of clues,
Morgan Fallon
can have a festival.
I just hope they don't
call you for another posse.
Art, you have one problem:
You're about to lose a bishop.
The man's a doctor.
He murdered his wife.
It seems to me I remember...
Al, get on the phone.
Put out the call
for the auxiliaries,
about a half a dozen of them.
Oh, and Carson with his dogs
if you can find him.
Well, where do you
want 'em? Here?
Uh, no, not yet. Just
have 'em on standby.
Call Max Henderson,
tell him what happened,
and get the license
number of that truck.
I'm going up in the
chopper. See if I can spot
that truck from the air.
Ah, Dorothy? Uh, Dorothy, get me
the Henderson
Ranch, will you, please?
I need some gas.
Yep.
Ehhh.
How much?
Might as well fill it up.
Your truck?
No, it belongs to my boss.
His goat? Yep.
Probably would like
a drink. You got a can,
uh, something to hold water?
Uh, maybe.
Perhaps you'll find
something inside there.
Thank you.
Where are the keys to your car?
Th-They're in
the ignition, there.
Actually, Kelly looked
a whole lot different
from that picture, Samuel.
He was thinner, younger,
had a different color of hair.
It's my move, Samuel.
Your move?
You just moved your rook.
Did I? You cheat.
I do? Every time.
You win, but you still cheat.
Couldn't possibly be Kimble.
I read a report last week,
he was seen in Miami.
Get me out of here.
Hey, get me out.
Where are you?
Let me out of h...
Get me out of here. Get me out.
Get me out of here.
Get me out.
Hey.
Somebody locked Axel
Nielsen in his gas station,
made off with his old car.
They know who?
Well, they're sure it was Kelly,
but we're not sure
that Kelly's Kimble.
Well, if it's
Kimble, he's crafty.
He'd drive that car to
a place like, uh... Uh...
Richardson's Meadow?
Right.
He'd leave that car. He did.
Fallon found it. Abandoned.
In Richardson's Meadow?
About halfway.
Cat-smart and crafty.
What are you doin'?
He's been here a while.
He's got the lay of the land.
He knew just where he'd go if
he smelled the scent of pursuit.
You've already said you
wouldn't take part in this posse.
Who needs a posse, and
a spit-and-polish deputy?
Now, Samuel, you
just listen to me.
Just pack me up enough
food for two days for two men.
I'm going home to change
my things and get the mule.
Now, wait a minute. Now...
Now... Now, you just wait.
Kimble's gone up to
that wilderness area,
isn't that what
you think? Right.
Oh, you'd better give
me some ammunition,
about 60 rounds. You
can't go after him alone,
and especially there. You
know better than anyone else
what that wilderness
area's like, Samuel.
Now, please don't go.
You know better than
anyone else, I have to.
Samuel.
Don't forget your pills.
Richard Kimble.
Don't move, please.
You're under arrest.
I'd like to take this off.
All right.
You're not a lawman,
are you, mister?
I don't know your name.
Samuel Cole.
No, I'm not a lawman.
That pill you
took, nitroglycerin?
That's enough water.
Taking a pretty big
chance with your health
bringing me in,
aren't you, Mr. Cole?
If I were you, doctor,
I'd save my breath for walking.
There's one thing
I want to tell you.
That you're innocent.
I'll repeat: Save your
breath for walking.
Where are you taking me?
Nearest town is Cornell.
You expect me to
walk all the way?
All the way.
And I'm prepared to
use this, if necessary.
You're wanted
alive or dead, doctor.
It's up to you which
way you arrive.
Thanks for the choice.
You're welcome.
You're gettin' more
than you gave.
What are you getting
out of this, Mr. Cole?
There's no reward.
Satisfaction of
seeing justice done.
Nothing personal?
Congratulations, Mr. Cole.
Congratulations, Sam,
on a job well done.
You know, somebody told me
you didn't even want to join me.
I resigned from your auxiliary.
Give me the key to his
manacles Sam. All right, you.
Up.
Mr. Fallon, sir, the
doctor is my prisoner.
Sam, you were a sheriff once.
Put yourself in my position.
The responsibility is mine.
Now, there's only
room in that chopper
for one passenger, and
it's going to be Kimble.
I'm afraid I have
to give the orders.
All right, you.
Turn around, slow.
Make for the aircraft. Come on.
Hold it.
Don't move.
Drop that pistol.
Well, Sam, I don't think
you're gonna shoot me.
Easy enough to find out.
Walk away from it.
That'll do.
There's a radio in that thing.
You probably told
'em you spotted us.
That's right, Sam.
Tell 'em you're comin' in alone.
Now, wait a minute, Sam.
Kimble's a desperate man.
Don't take a chance
on losing him.
Let me come along with you.
I'll make it.
Sam, did you get
any sleep last night?
Because it's sure you're
not gonna get any tonight,
not being alone with him.
There are limits.
All right, Sam,
he's your prisoner.
Let's don't magnify
a misunderstanding.
All right, you're
giving the orders.
I only brought food for two.
Sam, you're the best
hunter in the state,
or at least one of the best.
All right.
Tell them Samuel Cole
has Richard Kimble in custody,
and will be in Cornell
tomorrow, about dark.
Okay, Sam.
Okay.
Al, this is Fallon. Come in.
Put it over your neck.
Move out.
Tsk. Tsk.
Al, listen carefully.
I've got Richard Kimble
in custody, all secure.
I'm going to delay my
return for a little while.
I have a minor
problem here, over.
Roger, Mr. Fallon.
Need any help there?
Over.
Negative, negative.
No help needed.
Stand by to light
the landing field
in case I'm stuck
out here till after dark.
Roger, Mr. Fallon.
All set, Sam. Oh, uh,
the boys send their best.
Well, get behind Kimble there.
Go round the helicopter
and up the trail.
Move out.
Big storm, Sam.
Won't last long.
I don't know who
the white is, Mr. Cole,
but it just made a mistake.
You play chess?
Nice night for it.
Play the whites, doctor.
You play first.
How long do you think
the storm will last, Sam?
If you feel you have to
call me by my first name,
it's Samuel.
The storm will blow over.
Coffee, Kimble?
Thank you.
Drink it fast because
we're gettin' out of here.
Never drop your guard, Sam.
You either learn
that or you don't.
You know, you might've had
a good career as a lawman,
if you'd paid as much attention
to duty as you do to chess.
Come on. You're
gonna guide us back
to where I landed that plane.
Unlock his manacles, Sam.
I'm taking him back.
My way.
What does he call
that flying machine?
A chopper.
Your move, doctor.
I mean it, Sam.
We used to call 'em eggbeaters
when I was younger.
In any case, I don't think
his will fly, do you?
After what I did
to the tail rotor
while he was
talking on the radio.
What are you talking about?
Your chopper
won't fly, Mr. Fallon.
Or more precisely,
it won't, uh, steer.
Your move, doctor.
You're lying, Sam.
Maybe.
You could find
out by taking off.
Of course, if your tail
assembly is jammed
you'll crash and kill yourself.
If you want to
take my word for it,
I'll still lead you out
of this wilderness alive.
Looks like I've got a
little competition here.
Could turn out to
be quite a game.
All right, Cole.
I need you to
guide us out of here.
But what you're doing
is direct interference
with an officer in the
performance of his duty.
You'll live to regret this, Sam.
I'm telling you.
That was a good move.
A very good move.
Hey, Cole. Hold it up, will ya?
All right, that's enough.
How long before we get there?
Ten hours at this rate.
We'll need some food.
All right, I'll need some food.
We'll come to a creek
in a couple of hours.
I'll catch you a
couple of trout.
Didn't thank you for
removing the rope.
That's all right.
Won't be able to
run very far out here.
You have two armed
men guarding you.
Yeah.
I've been thinking
about this move all day.
Check.
Well, I could fool around,
but I'd eventually get
to making this move.
I might just as
well make it now.
You didn't buy it, did you?
I came close.
Looks like a stalemate.
Stalemate.
It's a long time,
a very long time
since that happened
to me, doctor.
I was lucky. You're
a very fine player.
You know better than that.
It was a good match.
Thank you.
My pleasure.
Do you suppose we could
do something about this?
No.
His heart goes
out to you, Kimble,
but he won't take any chances.
Not intentionally.
Do you notice how willing he was
to give me my gun back,
only let me carry the key?
Yes.
But you don't know why, do you?
No, I don't.
Because he lost one.
Sam was, um, sheriff
of Trinity County
about ten years ago.
Oh, he was a big
man. Very big man.
Tsk.
Till he let this
murderer get away.
He was a bad one. Real bad.
He killed a lady and a little
girl before they caught him.
Poor old Sam,
he... He got fired.
And it's been eating
at him ever since.
Hasn't it, Sam?
I'm sorry.
Don't try to apologize, doctor.
Mr. Fallon's been
wanting to bring it up.
And for a rather
insensitive man,
I must say, he selected
an appropriate phrase:
It has been eating at me.
I wasn't fired, however.
The people who elected me
never once blamed me.
But I knew better.
The young man
who was my prisoner
protested his innocence
and I more than
half believed him.
I may have relaxed my vigilance.
It's hard to recall now,
after so many years.
But I was glad when
the boy escaped.
He fooled me.
He was a killer.
So you resigned.
Yes.
And now another killer turns up.
This one has been
convicted and sentenced.
I feel I owe it to
myself and society
that such a man not be permitted
to remain at large.
I expect no reward.
Only the kind that
comes from inside.
I have prayed
often for this chance
to pay the debt I feel I owe
to the people who trusted me.
And to myself.
I'm sorry for you.
I'm sorry for both of us.
Because I am innocent.
All right, that's enough.
Come on.
All right, grab the tree.
Come on.
All right, give
me your right arm.
Come on.
All right, turn.
You're in pretty
good shape, Kimble.
I guess you keep that way
being on the run all the time, huh?
Guess so.
Pretty handy old man, Sam is.
You know, I think you could
win him over if it weren't for me.
Well, I'd have to try.
Maybe you've already succeeded.
You know, I think it's become
more important for Sam
to make me look foolish
than to take you in,
but this is one time that
maneuver isn't gonna work.
I wasn't aware that you
two had had trouble before.
Oh, I haven't had
trouble with Sam,
but I knew I would.
Somehow, it always happens.
I think they, uh, envy a
man who thinks his own way.
Try and cut me down
by patting me on the head.
They laugh behind my back.
Well, you know, these
people aren't used to...
It's not these people, doctor.
Patterns. Everybody
has patterns.
You have your pattern.
It's quite obvious.
Mine is, uh... Mine is
the curse of the near miss.
Hitch your wagon to a star, hm?
Doctor, I missed
by half a wing tank
becoming the
Rickenbacker of Korea.
And I saw other pilots decorated
for worse mistakes than I made.
You know, actually, uh...
Actually, I was... I was
laughed out of my uniform.
I wonder if you
realize how important
this little hike is for me.
You see, I don't have any
debts to pay like Sam does.
And you don't want
another near miss.
That's number one.
And number two
is, I'm taking you in.
I'm taking you in. Not him.
Which means I might
have to take him in too.
Now, that's gonna make a
lot of people look ridiculous.
A lot of other people, doctor.
Not me.
You can start building
a fire, Mr. Fallon.
All right.
What's the matter, Sam?
You act like you never
killed a man before.
Hold it, deputy.
Point that gun in the air.
Now let the hammer down slowly.
Toss it over to me.
You've had it long enough.
Now look, old man...
I can shoot it out of your hand,
but I'll take two
fingers with it.
All right, doctor.
Let's get that leg bound
up and get out of here.
Don't try it again.
You'll ride the mule.
Wait a minute.
You thought I was just going
to shoot my prisoner, right?
I got my hand free.
I think you arranged it.
Stay in front of me.
I want to keep my
eye on you, deputy.
I'm going to overlook
it, Sam, because, uh...
Well, you were a little excited.
Now, if you don't mind, uh,
hand over that rifle.
I'm talking to you now
as an officer of the law.
Move.
Move!
Gee, you, uh...
You don't look too good, Sam.
When I want your
opinion, I'll ask for it.
Look at him, Kimble.
He's running down
like an old clock.
You know, I think
I'd better go on ahead
and bring back some help.
You can find your way?
Oh, from here? Sure, Sam.
Um,
I'd like to take that
mule if you don't mind.
Yes, I mind.
All right, Sam. Heh.
I'll see you.
What do you think he'll do?
He wants to take credit for you.
He'll have told some
story when we get in there.
You'd better take
some more of that nitro.
I lost it.
It's only a few miles back.
I'll make it.
And so will you.
Sam, I have to
prove I'm innocent.
By that you're saying
you're gonna to
try to escape again.
I have to, Sam.
But I'd like you to
believe I'm innocent,
no matter how this comes out.
All right, Kimble.
Off that mule and
come over here.
No.
You're out of this, old man.
Not yet.
Don't make me do it.
Now, take it easy, Sam.
Just take it easy.
Don't try to talk.
What's the matter with him?
His heart.
He had some pills
but he lost 'em.
Are, uh... Are these the pills?
You see they
dropped out of his
pocket. I picked...
Picked 'em up.
Come on, Sam.
Here.
Here.
Put it under your tongue.
Hang on. Give it
a chance to work.
It's different this time.
It's done.
No, it isn't, Sam.
Don't lie.
Not now.
There's no pain.
I'm glad, Samuel.
No need... No
need to tell anything
but the truth now
about yourself.
I never told you anything
but the truth, Sam.
I am innocent.
It doesn't make it
hard to quit, then.
Sam...
I would have turned you in.
An innocent man.
I would have.
I'm glad you believe me, Sam.
Is he dead?
Yes, he's dead.
Well, he'd have died anyway,
even if he had the pills.
You're sure of that?
Doesn't make any difference.
You won't be around
to tell anybody anything.
That's the north wind.
It's gonna be cold tonight.
Well, thanks for
taking care of Samuel.
Whatever charges there are...
I mean, uh... I'll be glad to...
The man who brought your
friend made a contribution
that was more than enough.
You said he was riding a mule.
Yes. He was hurt. He limped.
I asked him to come in and
rest, but he said he couldn't.
Well, thanks again.
Come in and have some
supper with me and my family.
We'd enjoy having
you. Oh, no thanks.
No, I'd better be
getting on home.
It'll be long past supper
by the time you get there.
Perhaps we could have a game
or two of chess this evening.
Do you play?
Yes, I do.
I'd like that very much.
Good.
How much further
must a fugitive go
before he can stop and rest?
North or east or west or south,
one direction is as good
or as bad as another,
if you're Richard
Kimble, fugitive.