The Fugitive (1963–1967): Season 2, Episode 9 - Escape into Black - full transcript
Dr. Kimble is closing in on the one-armed man. Inquiring about his prey at a diner, a stove catches fire, and when Kimble runs to help the cook, the stove explodes and the blast fells both. In the hospital, Kimble, who now has temporary amnesia, is treated like a ping-pong ball in a heated match between a social worker whose acts of mercy are quashed, and a icy psychiatrist using Kimble as a case to build his reputation.
Is something wrong, Miss Ruskin?
Here, get dressed.
What's this?
Don't ask questions.
Well, what is this?
Do you know who I...?
You're Dr. Richard Kimble.
You're convicted of murder
and they're coming
to get you right away.
Murder? Who?
Your wife.
I killed my wife?
Look, doctor, if I
thought you were guilty
I wouldn't be here right now.
Doctor Towne was right.
Will you listen to me?
If they catch you
they'll execute you.
They'll kill you. Do
you understand?
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:
Betty Garrett, Ivan Dixon.
Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
Another stopping place
at the end of another road.
If your name is Richard Kimble,
you're guilty of
escape and flight.
You have no future
unless you can find the past;
the night of September
17, two years ago.
You saw the man who
killed your wife that night.
The face was there
for only a moment.
You'll never forget it.
And you keep looking.
Today a truck driver mentions
a one-armed man in Decatur.
The description fits.
Coffee, mister? Please.
I didn't hear you pull up.
I didn't.
Say, uh,
I'm looking for an old
acquaintance of mine.
I heard that he might be
working somewhere in Decatur.
In a restaurant.
You call this a restaurant?
Well, you'd
remember this fellow.
He has one arm missing.
Marty.
Might ask the wife. She
never forgets anybody.
Fire, Marty! Fire!
Shut down the main valve!
I'll get the fire extinguisher!
Well, he wouldn't
be alive at all
if the other fellow hadn't
dragged him outta there.
What's his name?
I don't know.
Miss Proctor?
Barlow. Frank Barlow.
Omaha, Nebraska.
Well, you better see
that his family is notified.
These were her things.
Not even a thank you.
Why should he?
His daughter is dead.
Oh, yeah, but you stuck
your neck out for her.
Frank Barlow.
We were having trouble
locating the family.
The address is wrong
so we're passing the buck
to Social Services.
Why don't you wait till
he regains consciousness
then he can fill us in himself.
Mm, he's awake
already, but, uh, well...
It's too bad. He's a
dreamy-looking guy too.
You still have trouble hearing?
Vision still blurred?
I feel dizzy.
Like motion sickness?
What's your name?
I don't know.
Do you remember
what happened to you?
Explosion.
Where'd it happen?
I don't remember.
Are you married?
I don't remember.
Do you remember Omaha, Nebraska?
I can't think.
What's the matter with me?
What's eight plus four?
Twelve.
What's your name?
I... There's nothing
to be afraid of.
Just a temporary loss of memory.
Usually corrects
itself within a few days.
I'm Dr. Bloch.
This is Dr. Towne.
He's our
neuropsychiatry specialist.
You're in good hands.
You've suffered
a traumatic injury.
Big bump on the head.
Yes. Abnormal
pressure on the brain,
internal bleeding
in the cranial cavity.
You have a cut right here.
He... Hematoma.
Yes, a subdural hematoma.
Also both eardrums
have been ruptured.
You know my name?
Barlow.
Frank Barlow.
Frank Barlow.
Thank you. I... I'll
try to remember.
You have no social
security record of him?
Yes, Frank Barlow.
Strange.
All right, uh,
try David Merrill.
That's a name I found on a
driver's license in his pocket.
Yes.
No, the labels in his clothing
come from stores
all over the country.
That's right.
Yeah, thank you.
Oh, Miss Ruskin, Sergeant
Lascoe's here about
that Frank Barlow thing.
There's something
I want to say first.
I was sorry about that girl.
Of course.
Did you apologize
to her father too?
People always think it's...
It's personal with the police.
Always get sore.
Isn't there something
personal about a child's life?
She was only 18.
Let's drop this, shall we?
The sergeant had no choice.
Neither did the doctor.
He had to make that report.
You reported her?
Of course I did.
Lady, the law says a
doctor's gotta report an addict.
Thank you. I know the rules.
Yes, knows the rules but
usually obeys her sentiments,
which are very active.
Isn't there something wrong
with rules that drive
a girl to suicide?
When you are ready, Miss Ruskin,
we'll forget about that case
and go on to the next one.
Dr. Towne, you're
a very unusual man.
Hitchhiker.
Known as Frank Barlow.
Male, Caucasian, American.
There's nothing here
I haven't reported to
the Missing Persons Bureau.
See for yourself.
Any, uh... Any chance of
getting his
fingerprints tonight?
Well, I'll check with Dr. Bloch.
His hands were
rather badly burned.
Feeling better, Mr. Barlow?
I'm feeling much
better, thank you.
May I sit down?
I have permission to ask
some more silly questions.
Well, if you don't
mind silly answers...
Silly doesn't bother me.
Clever answers do.
Clever answers?
Mr. Barlow, I'm
a welfare worker.
I'm not a detective
or a reformer.
All I'm supposed to do
is investigate your case
and determine
financial responsibility.
Why the lecture?
'Cause I can't help feeling
that you're hiding something.
You mean to think
I'm faking all this?
Oh, you can't. Not for long.
Dr. Towne is too
wise and too thorough.
Well, you tell Dr. Towne,
or whoever it is,
that I accept
financial responsibility
for all this.
That I, personally, will
work the rest of my life
to pay off this bill
if somebody will just
get me out of this trap.
Look, lady, I don't
know who I am.
What about Frank Barlow?
That's a name a doctor gave me.
David Merrill?
You had Frank
Barlow in your wallet,
David Merrill in
your driver's license.
I've got "Decatur
General Hospital"
inside my bathrobe.
What does that mean?
I checked out David Merrill
on E Street in Las Vegas,
and there is no such address.
That's fine.
You just keep finding
out who I'm not.
That ought to keep
you busy for a while.
I'm sorry. Let me help you.
You shouldn't be
walking by yourself.
What is it? You know him?
Do you remember something?
Nurse. Nurse.
Mr. Barlow,
uh, Dr. Bloch has given
Sgt. Lascoe your permission
to get some
fingerprints from you.
Any dizziness since yesterday?
I wasn't dizzy, doctor.
I just passed out.
Still can't find any
family for you, Barlow.
I mean, I guess it's Barlow.
Nothing seems to check out.
Dr. Bloch said
the left hand only.
Actually, we've got two
pretty good chances.
If you ever did time in the army
or if you ever did time in jail.
Either way we'll be able to
pin it down inside 48 hours.
May I have your
clipboard please?
Yes. Excuse me.
Yep, you're nobody
or you're somebody.
Maybe a hitchhiker
Maybe one of those
famous lost millionaires.
A lot of people get
disappointed though.
Not too many turn
out to be millionaires.
Did I hurt you?
No. no.
Relax.
Just relax. I'll be careful.
Ugh.
I better just try the thumb
and the middle finger.
Those others look pretty sore.
All right. Relax.
I must be nervous
about the million dollars.
Had you ever seen
him before that night?
No, never.
Well, what did he talk about?
Was there any conversation?
Well, he, um, had some coffee
and, uh, let's see
now... Oh, yeah.
H-he was looking
for some friend of his.
Someone here? In Decatur?
Well, that's what he thought.
Yeah, someone
working in a restaurant.
I recollect that
handed me a laugh.
Ooh.
Did he tell you the
name of his friend?
No, uh,
he said it was a fella
with one arm cut off,
but, uh, we never did
get around to names.
Well... Well, I
guess that's all.
Thank you.
It's very helpful.
Oh, the employment center
sent these over for you.
"Handicapped."
"Amputees... kitchen help."
Eight in the past month.
If anyone asks you,
I'm taking the
rest of the day off.
You?
Well, that's a new one.
Oh, Miss.
Yes.
Where would I find
Miss Ruskin's office?
Oh, well, Miss Ruskin
is gone for the day,
but perhaps I could help you.
I'm her assistant.
Nurse!
Nurse!
What are you doing?
This man is hemorrhaging.
Get me a half cc of
morphine, and hurry up.
Dr. Bloch!
Dr. Bloch!
Hemorrhage. Get me
a half cc of morphine.
Nice work, doctor.
Miss Proctor, the nurse,
tells me you were quick,
efficient, and right.
Yeah, I was.
Why do you suppose a doctor...
And apparently a good one.
Would be thumbing his
way across the country?
No friends looking
for him. No relatives.
We only think I'm a
doctor. We know you are.
What do you suggest?
You sure you want that?
Yeah, I'm sure.
All right.
I think your mind is
hiding something from you.
I think you don't want to
remember who you are.
You don't want to be
that person any longer.
You might even have been
subconsciously seeking
an accident
A mechanism that would
drop a curtain over a memory
too horrible for
your conscience.
A blow on the head.
Escape into blackness.
Actually self-inflicted.
Except this is no
escape, doctor.
It's like being at
the bottom of a well.
Yes, and you're fighting it.
So you're going to
come out of it someday.
You'll be a lot better off to
come out of it under control.
Your control?
Yes, why not?
Why do you take all
of this interest, doctor?
Is it curiosity or does it come
under the heading of research?
Why, both.
I might even present a paper.
That's what I am to you?
A statistic for a
medical report?
Doctor... No, no.
Maybe I'm not a doctor.
Maybe I'm... an
ambulance driver.
All right.
A doctor, any doctor,
spends a long time
learning the rules of nature
and what happens when
those rules are broken.
Now that was eight years for me,
and I scrubbed floors.
Now, I'm good at what I do.
In fact, I'm the
best. I have to be.
Now suppose I let you
become a person in my life,
and suppose later on I found
out that you were a doctor.
A doctor who blew it.
The rules say that I would
naturally despise you,
and that I'd probably
somehow, subconsciously,
try to bust your bucket.
Well, now, I don't
want to do that.
So I don't care
about the person.
Is that clear?
I wonder if... You wonder what?
If I ever felt the same way?
No.
No, I'd say you felt
sorry for someone.
An illegal operation, perhaps,
or a mercy killing.
Something that also
broke the laws of man.
What do you want me to do?
Well, I could
stimulate your memory.
Force the curtain back.
With drugs?
Pentothal, for example.
All right.
You're willing?
Yes.
All right.
Excuse me.
You have a Mr. Johnson
employed here?
A Fred Johnson?
Disabled.
Dishwasher.
Hurry it up, miss, we're busy.
My name is Ruskin.
From the Social Welfare Bureau.
We have an amnesia
victim at the hospital.
Your headache's gone.
You'll be able to
talk to me now.
Your mind is
free. No restraints.
Memories will
begin to come back.
You're the eighth
person I've seen today.
The last possibility.
Would you just
look at this picture?
No, I don't know the guy.
All right.
Thank you.
Maybe you can remember
your father's name.
John.
Your mother's name?
Elizabeth.
Your name?
Your name?
Dick.
Dick.
Good, Richard.
We're getting somewhere now.
Richard.
Dr. Richard...?
The last name, Richard.
You know it.
All right. All right, Richard.
Are you married?
Is there a girl? Your wife?
Yes.
No, I... I mean no.
Well, which is it, Richard?
Yes or no?
No.
You were married?
Yes.
Did she die?
Richard, did your wife die?
All right. All right, easy.
Easy, Richard.
Relax.
That's it.
Are there any children?
Do you have a daughter, son?
None. N-nothing. No.
All right. No children.
I... I wanted to... adopt.
I wanted to adopt children.
I-I wanted to have
other people's children.
My own child.
Richard, are you a pediatrician?
Yes.
Yes, so you see, doc.
My own child.
Discuss it.
I-I... I didn't say anything
about divorce, Helen.
I said child.
I... Had an interest in adopt...
It's all right. It's
all right, Richard.
Lie back.
Relax. It's all right.
That's it.
Can you hear me?
Yes. All right.
You're back there now.
Now, go on.
Tell me about the argument.
No.
Yes. Yes, Helen
is there with you.
You're arguing with her.
Tell me about it,
Richard. Let it out now.
N-no.
No.
Just rest easy.
What happened?
We'll talk about it.
No, now. I want to know now.
All right.
You are a doctor.
A pediatrician.
You were married.
Your wife is dead.
Maybe you were
glad that she died.
Maybe that's the guilt you
carry around on your back.
How did she die?
Well, we'll come to that later.
Police Department?
Give me Homicide.
No.
Well, why call me?
I have no authority
to keep him here.
Yes, yes, the superintendent.
Yes, I'll refer that
to him right away.
What is it, doctor?
Your Mr. Barlow.
His name is Richard Kimble.
He's a doctor.
He killed his wife.
He couldn't.
Remember reading about it?
He was convicted in Indiana.
He blamed a stranger.
A cripple, I believe.
With one arm?
Yes, something like that.
I've been looking for
something like that all afternoon.
I talked to eight one-armed men.
One is the right one.
Isn't that a bit romantic?
It must be true.
The guilty one
called the police.
Sergeant Lascoe took
fingerprints, Miss Ruskin.
I'm certain that's the
way he learned the truth.
Did he say?
No, but the assumption
that you found the guilty man
in one afternoon is ridiculous.
Now, listen to me.
We have the guilty man.
He's a fugitive and
he's dangerous.
Now, this time
we've done our duty
both medically and morally.
This time we can agree. Okay?
Maybe.
Good. Now, you tell Sergeant
Lascoe, when he comes,
about the men you found.
He'll know what to do.
Hello, this is Dr. Towne.
Would you get the
superintendent for me, please?
Is something wrong, Miss Ruskin?
Here get dressed.
What's this?
Don't ask questions.
Now, what is this? Do
you know who I am?
You're Dr. Richard Kimble.
You're convicted of murder
and they're coming
to get you right away.
Murder? Who?
Your wife.
I killed my wife?
Look, doctor, if I
thought you were guilty,
I wouldn't be here right now.
Dr. Towne was right.
Will you listen to me?
If they catch you
they'll execute you.
They'll kill you, do
you understand?
Yes.
Then put these on.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
Excuse me.
I-I'd, uh, like to look at some
back newspapers, please.
How far back?
Starting about two years ago.
Right back there
in the file room.
Thank you.
Hello again.
I spoke to one of your
employees last night.
A Mr. Johnson.
Johnson?
Whatever he calls
himself, he's a bum.
Right in the middle of
the busiest part of the night
he goes out for a smoke.
That's the last I see of him.
I think he may have
had good reason
for running out on you.
Do you know where he lives?
These people come and go, miss.
Who knows?
Who asks? Who cares?
There'd be screaming
night after night.
She kept pleading with him.
I heard her say
"you want me dead."
No. She's wrong.
The strands of
hair under her nails
positively are those
of her husband,
the defendant, Richard Kimble.
She screamed his name
when she was being choked.
"Richard, Richard."
She screamed it.
No neighbor, no passerby,
no motorist ever saw
any one-armed man.
We've checked and re-checked.
There is no evidence
of a one-armed man.
But there was. I saw him.
Have you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
How say ye?
We find the defendant
guilty of murder
in the First Degree.
No.
Guilty KIMBLE: Guilty?
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
Guilty, guilty, guilty!
Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty!
Dr. Towne.
Well, doctor.
I couldn't go back
to the hospital.
I had to see you.
Why?
You missed a few of the answers.
You were right
about me, doctor. I...
I was trying to hide something.
Yes, I told you it would
all come back to you.
I-it hasn't, doc.
I read about it in the papers.
What papers?
The public library.
Look, are you handing me a line?
No. I don't remember it.
I just read about
it in the papers.
The verdict, the evidence.
I know I... I could
have done it.
All right, you want
a clinical opinion?
I think you know that
you did kill your wife.
You crave the punishment.
You're punishing yourself.
T-that's no good.
That's like reading
it in the papers.
What are you
asking for? Therapy?
Yes.
Turn yourself in.
No, that's suicide.
Where do you
think you're headed?
You're going to wind up
blowing your brains out.
Not with your help.
I...
I put my life in your hands.
You can't run out on me.
Oh, no, no.
Nobody's running out on you.
You ran out on yourself
and on your profession.
And you think back.
I told you exactly what
you could expect from me.
You said you didn't want
to be a person in my life.
You said you'd wind
up despising me.
But you know something,
doctor, I think you're afraid of me.
I think you're afraid I'm gonna
need a speck of humanity
and you don't have it to give.
Now, you run off
and hide in your rules,
but I think you're
a coward, doctor.
Kimble, you were a doctor
and you took a life.
Now, I may be a coward
but I'm not a Judas.
Now, is that how it happened?
Is it?
Huh? An argument. Accusations.
You ran out of words and
you grabbed her just like this?
Huh?
No, I...
Listen to me, Kimble.
If you do turn yourself
in, it'll work in your favor.
The circumstances
are different now.
There's a medical
aspect to the case.
Your amnesia is genuine.
A clever defense
attorney can use that.
He can use it to push the appeal
that they denied you before.
They tried appeal...
Listen to me.
Listen to what
I'm trying to say.
They will not execute a
man who does not know
that he's killed.
Let me drive you downtown.
Let me take you
to Sergeant Lascoe.
He understands these things.
No, I'll go back. I...
I'll go back to Stafford
where it began.
There's a detective
there. Gerard.
He knows the case.
I-I'll call him and tell
him I'm coming in.
You'll never make it.
I'll make it if you'll
lend me 20 bucks
and drive me to
the railroad station.
Get in.
Get down in the back.
It's all over. He
wants you to forget it.
That's the only reason
I promised to tell you.
Forget it. He's gone.
You're out of it.
How could you possibly
tell him to give himself up?
I couldn't leave a murderer
free to walk the streets.
But you lied to him.
His amnesia won't
get him a hearing.
It might, but that's
beside the point.
I did what should
have been done.
And you never dirtied
your lily-white uniform,
did you, doctor?
Oh, I lent the man 20 bucks.
I drove him to
the train station.
How much more involved
do you want me to get?
Listen, if you so much as hint
that I talked to that man
without reporting
it to the police,
I'll be arrested.
I'll lose my license.
Is that what you want?
Two defrocked doctors?
I don't care about you, doctor.
Hello, Decatur Terminal?
Would you give me the time for
the next departure for Stafford?
Well, when was the last one?
Oh, thank you.
He's got to be
on that 8:45 train.
Well, what do you
int... Miss Ruskin.
I'd like to...
I'd like to call, uh,
Stafford, Indiana, p-please.
Phil, Mm-hm.
Here's a contribution
to your scrapbook.
Yeah? What is it?
Possible identification
on Richard Kimble.
Fingerprints turned up.
A hospital in Decatur.
Why would he let them
take his fingerprints?
Well, when? I wanna know when.
Yes?
For you, lieutenant.
Who's calling?
He won't say.
Uh, he won't say?
It's from Decatur.
From where?
Decatur.
Well, all right,
put him through.
It's Decatur. Maybe
they've got him.
Lt. Gerard,
this is Richard Kimble.
I understand you've been
looking for me for some time.
Is this some kind
of joke? Who is this?
No, this is Richard Kimble. I...
I only have a few minutes.
My train's about to leave.
I-I'm... I'm coming in.
I'm turning myself over to you.
Have this call traced.
Go on, Kimble, tell me about it.
I've been told that if
I come in by myself
it would be much easier on me.
I understand I may have
to accept punishment, and...
My train should arrive
about 11:43 your time.
Kimble, what is this?
You're confessing to
me after all this time?
Well, you see, I've
had this accident,
and my mind isn't really
working that properly.
The call's coming
from Decatur all right.
All right, Kimble,
we'll meet your train.
Kimble, are you still there?
What do you make of it?
Sounds phony to me, Phil.
He admitted it
for the first time.
He admitted it.
Does he expect us to be
waiting in a train depot while he
takes off in the
opposite direction?
Maybe he's laying the
groundwork for an insanity plea.
"Please come and get me."
Well, I'll come and
get him all right.
But I won't wait for that train.
Here. We could
board the train here.
It should pass Marshfield
in approximately 78 minutes.
With a police escort we
can get you there in an hour.
Richard!
We're turning. Look out!
Richard, look at me.
You've got to get off
this train right now.
He said I can't run anymore.
Forget what Dr. Towne told you.
You're innocent.
Don't lie to me.
I have proof.
I saw the one-armed man.
I said don't lie to me.
Richard, let go.
All right, you two
board up front.
You take the back.
Check every car and
get the train moving again.
At your trial, you said it
was a one-armed man
who killed your wife.
Well, I spoke to him.
He recognized your picture.
He must have called the police.
They said I made him up.
But I didn't. I saw him.
I remember. I saw him.
I saw him too.
When I got home she...
She was already...
Miss Russell, I... I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
Ruskin.
Margaret Ruskin.
You'd better get
off this train soon.
Go on.
What is it?
Step aside, please.
What's the trouble, officer?
Miss Ruskin, telephone please.
Miss Ruskin. Telephone.
Hello, Miss Ruskin.
Thank you.
Hello?
Hello.
Richard, are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
I wanted to tell you that things
are starting to come back.
Not all of it yet, but...
One thing is clear. I
know I didn't kill my wife.
I was so afraid you hurt
yourself when you jumped.
I've been watching
the newspapers.
Well, I... I knew you'd worry.
That's why I wanted to call you.
I'm glad you did.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Dr. Towne,
he remembers
that he didn't kill her.
Come on, I'll buy
you a cup of coffee.
Some will believe
him, some will not.
Some will change their beliefs.
But most important, he
again believes in himself.
He again has the will to run,
and for a fugitive,
this instinct is survival.
Here, get dressed.
What's this?
Don't ask questions.
Well, what is this?
Do you know who I...?
You're Dr. Richard Kimble.
You're convicted of murder
and they're coming
to get you right away.
Murder? Who?
Your wife.
I killed my wife?
Look, doctor, if I
thought you were guilty
I wouldn't be here right now.
Doctor Towne was right.
Will you listen to me?
If they catch you
they'll execute you.
They'll kill you. Do
you understand?
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:
Betty Garrett, Ivan Dixon.
Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
Another stopping place
at the end of another road.
If your name is Richard Kimble,
you're guilty of
escape and flight.
You have no future
unless you can find the past;
the night of September
17, two years ago.
You saw the man who
killed your wife that night.
The face was there
for only a moment.
You'll never forget it.
And you keep looking.
Today a truck driver mentions
a one-armed man in Decatur.
The description fits.
Coffee, mister? Please.
I didn't hear you pull up.
I didn't.
Say, uh,
I'm looking for an old
acquaintance of mine.
I heard that he might be
working somewhere in Decatur.
In a restaurant.
You call this a restaurant?
Well, you'd
remember this fellow.
He has one arm missing.
Marty.
Might ask the wife. She
never forgets anybody.
Fire, Marty! Fire!
Shut down the main valve!
I'll get the fire extinguisher!
Well, he wouldn't
be alive at all
if the other fellow hadn't
dragged him outta there.
What's his name?
I don't know.
Miss Proctor?
Barlow. Frank Barlow.
Omaha, Nebraska.
Well, you better see
that his family is notified.
These were her things.
Not even a thank you.
Why should he?
His daughter is dead.
Oh, yeah, but you stuck
your neck out for her.
Frank Barlow.
We were having trouble
locating the family.
The address is wrong
so we're passing the buck
to Social Services.
Why don't you wait till
he regains consciousness
then he can fill us in himself.
Mm, he's awake
already, but, uh, well...
It's too bad. He's a
dreamy-looking guy too.
You still have trouble hearing?
Vision still blurred?
I feel dizzy.
Like motion sickness?
What's your name?
I don't know.
Do you remember
what happened to you?
Explosion.
Where'd it happen?
I don't remember.
Are you married?
I don't remember.
Do you remember Omaha, Nebraska?
I can't think.
What's the matter with me?
What's eight plus four?
Twelve.
What's your name?
I... There's nothing
to be afraid of.
Just a temporary loss of memory.
Usually corrects
itself within a few days.
I'm Dr. Bloch.
This is Dr. Towne.
He's our
neuropsychiatry specialist.
You're in good hands.
You've suffered
a traumatic injury.
Big bump on the head.
Yes. Abnormal
pressure on the brain,
internal bleeding
in the cranial cavity.
You have a cut right here.
He... Hematoma.
Yes, a subdural hematoma.
Also both eardrums
have been ruptured.
You know my name?
Barlow.
Frank Barlow.
Frank Barlow.
Thank you. I... I'll
try to remember.
You have no social
security record of him?
Yes, Frank Barlow.
Strange.
All right, uh,
try David Merrill.
That's a name I found on a
driver's license in his pocket.
Yes.
No, the labels in his clothing
come from stores
all over the country.
That's right.
Yeah, thank you.
Oh, Miss Ruskin, Sergeant
Lascoe's here about
that Frank Barlow thing.
There's something
I want to say first.
I was sorry about that girl.
Of course.
Did you apologize
to her father too?
People always think it's...
It's personal with the police.
Always get sore.
Isn't there something
personal about a child's life?
She was only 18.
Let's drop this, shall we?
The sergeant had no choice.
Neither did the doctor.
He had to make that report.
You reported her?
Of course I did.
Lady, the law says a
doctor's gotta report an addict.
Thank you. I know the rules.
Yes, knows the rules but
usually obeys her sentiments,
which are very active.
Isn't there something wrong
with rules that drive
a girl to suicide?
When you are ready, Miss Ruskin,
we'll forget about that case
and go on to the next one.
Dr. Towne, you're
a very unusual man.
Hitchhiker.
Known as Frank Barlow.
Male, Caucasian, American.
There's nothing here
I haven't reported to
the Missing Persons Bureau.
See for yourself.
Any, uh... Any chance of
getting his
fingerprints tonight?
Well, I'll check with Dr. Bloch.
His hands were
rather badly burned.
Feeling better, Mr. Barlow?
I'm feeling much
better, thank you.
May I sit down?
I have permission to ask
some more silly questions.
Well, if you don't
mind silly answers...
Silly doesn't bother me.
Clever answers do.
Clever answers?
Mr. Barlow, I'm
a welfare worker.
I'm not a detective
or a reformer.
All I'm supposed to do
is investigate your case
and determine
financial responsibility.
Why the lecture?
'Cause I can't help feeling
that you're hiding something.
You mean to think
I'm faking all this?
Oh, you can't. Not for long.
Dr. Towne is too
wise and too thorough.
Well, you tell Dr. Towne,
or whoever it is,
that I accept
financial responsibility
for all this.
That I, personally, will
work the rest of my life
to pay off this bill
if somebody will just
get me out of this trap.
Look, lady, I don't
know who I am.
What about Frank Barlow?
That's a name a doctor gave me.
David Merrill?
You had Frank
Barlow in your wallet,
David Merrill in
your driver's license.
I've got "Decatur
General Hospital"
inside my bathrobe.
What does that mean?
I checked out David Merrill
on E Street in Las Vegas,
and there is no such address.
That's fine.
You just keep finding
out who I'm not.
That ought to keep
you busy for a while.
I'm sorry. Let me help you.
You shouldn't be
walking by yourself.
What is it? You know him?
Do you remember something?
Nurse. Nurse.
Mr. Barlow,
uh, Dr. Bloch has given
Sgt. Lascoe your permission
to get some
fingerprints from you.
Any dizziness since yesterday?
I wasn't dizzy, doctor.
I just passed out.
Still can't find any
family for you, Barlow.
I mean, I guess it's Barlow.
Nothing seems to check out.
Dr. Bloch said
the left hand only.
Actually, we've got two
pretty good chances.
If you ever did time in the army
or if you ever did time in jail.
Either way we'll be able to
pin it down inside 48 hours.
May I have your
clipboard please?
Yes. Excuse me.
Yep, you're nobody
or you're somebody.
Maybe a hitchhiker
Maybe one of those
famous lost millionaires.
A lot of people get
disappointed though.
Not too many turn
out to be millionaires.
Did I hurt you?
No. no.
Relax.
Just relax. I'll be careful.
Ugh.
I better just try the thumb
and the middle finger.
Those others look pretty sore.
All right. Relax.
I must be nervous
about the million dollars.
Had you ever seen
him before that night?
No, never.
Well, what did he talk about?
Was there any conversation?
Well, he, um, had some coffee
and, uh, let's see
now... Oh, yeah.
H-he was looking
for some friend of his.
Someone here? In Decatur?
Well, that's what he thought.
Yeah, someone
working in a restaurant.
I recollect that
handed me a laugh.
Ooh.
Did he tell you the
name of his friend?
No, uh,
he said it was a fella
with one arm cut off,
but, uh, we never did
get around to names.
Well... Well, I
guess that's all.
Thank you.
It's very helpful.
Oh, the employment center
sent these over for you.
"Handicapped."
"Amputees... kitchen help."
Eight in the past month.
If anyone asks you,
I'm taking the
rest of the day off.
You?
Well, that's a new one.
Oh, Miss.
Yes.
Where would I find
Miss Ruskin's office?
Oh, well, Miss Ruskin
is gone for the day,
but perhaps I could help you.
I'm her assistant.
Nurse!
Nurse!
What are you doing?
This man is hemorrhaging.
Get me a half cc of
morphine, and hurry up.
Dr. Bloch!
Dr. Bloch!
Hemorrhage. Get me
a half cc of morphine.
Nice work, doctor.
Miss Proctor, the nurse,
tells me you were quick,
efficient, and right.
Yeah, I was.
Why do you suppose a doctor...
And apparently a good one.
Would be thumbing his
way across the country?
No friends looking
for him. No relatives.
We only think I'm a
doctor. We know you are.
What do you suggest?
You sure you want that?
Yeah, I'm sure.
All right.
I think your mind is
hiding something from you.
I think you don't want to
remember who you are.
You don't want to be
that person any longer.
You might even have been
subconsciously seeking
an accident
A mechanism that would
drop a curtain over a memory
too horrible for
your conscience.
A blow on the head.
Escape into blackness.
Actually self-inflicted.
Except this is no
escape, doctor.
It's like being at
the bottom of a well.
Yes, and you're fighting it.
So you're going to
come out of it someday.
You'll be a lot better off to
come out of it under control.
Your control?
Yes, why not?
Why do you take all
of this interest, doctor?
Is it curiosity or does it come
under the heading of research?
Why, both.
I might even present a paper.
That's what I am to you?
A statistic for a
medical report?
Doctor... No, no.
Maybe I'm not a doctor.
Maybe I'm... an
ambulance driver.
All right.
A doctor, any doctor,
spends a long time
learning the rules of nature
and what happens when
those rules are broken.
Now that was eight years for me,
and I scrubbed floors.
Now, I'm good at what I do.
In fact, I'm the
best. I have to be.
Now suppose I let you
become a person in my life,
and suppose later on I found
out that you were a doctor.
A doctor who blew it.
The rules say that I would
naturally despise you,
and that I'd probably
somehow, subconsciously,
try to bust your bucket.
Well, now, I don't
want to do that.
So I don't care
about the person.
Is that clear?
I wonder if... You wonder what?
If I ever felt the same way?
No.
No, I'd say you felt
sorry for someone.
An illegal operation, perhaps,
or a mercy killing.
Something that also
broke the laws of man.
What do you want me to do?
Well, I could
stimulate your memory.
Force the curtain back.
With drugs?
Pentothal, for example.
All right.
You're willing?
Yes.
All right.
Excuse me.
You have a Mr. Johnson
employed here?
A Fred Johnson?
Disabled.
Dishwasher.
Hurry it up, miss, we're busy.
My name is Ruskin.
From the Social Welfare Bureau.
We have an amnesia
victim at the hospital.
Your headache's gone.
You'll be able to
talk to me now.
Your mind is
free. No restraints.
Memories will
begin to come back.
You're the eighth
person I've seen today.
The last possibility.
Would you just
look at this picture?
No, I don't know the guy.
All right.
Thank you.
Maybe you can remember
your father's name.
John.
Your mother's name?
Elizabeth.
Your name?
Your name?
Dick.
Dick.
Good, Richard.
We're getting somewhere now.
Richard.
Dr. Richard...?
The last name, Richard.
You know it.
All right. All right, Richard.
Are you married?
Is there a girl? Your wife?
Yes.
No, I... I mean no.
Well, which is it, Richard?
Yes or no?
No.
You were married?
Yes.
Did she die?
Richard, did your wife die?
All right. All right, easy.
Easy, Richard.
Relax.
That's it.
Are there any children?
Do you have a daughter, son?
None. N-nothing. No.
All right. No children.
I... I wanted to... adopt.
I wanted to adopt children.
I-I wanted to have
other people's children.
My own child.
Richard, are you a pediatrician?
Yes.
Yes, so you see, doc.
My own child.
Discuss it.
I-I... I didn't say anything
about divorce, Helen.
I said child.
I... Had an interest in adopt...
It's all right. It's
all right, Richard.
Lie back.
Relax. It's all right.
That's it.
Can you hear me?
Yes. All right.
You're back there now.
Now, go on.
Tell me about the argument.
No.
Yes. Yes, Helen
is there with you.
You're arguing with her.
Tell me about it,
Richard. Let it out now.
N-no.
No.
Just rest easy.
What happened?
We'll talk about it.
No, now. I want to know now.
All right.
You are a doctor.
A pediatrician.
You were married.
Your wife is dead.
Maybe you were
glad that she died.
Maybe that's the guilt you
carry around on your back.
How did she die?
Well, we'll come to that later.
Police Department?
Give me Homicide.
No.
Well, why call me?
I have no authority
to keep him here.
Yes, yes, the superintendent.
Yes, I'll refer that
to him right away.
What is it, doctor?
Your Mr. Barlow.
His name is Richard Kimble.
He's a doctor.
He killed his wife.
He couldn't.
Remember reading about it?
He was convicted in Indiana.
He blamed a stranger.
A cripple, I believe.
With one arm?
Yes, something like that.
I've been looking for
something like that all afternoon.
I talked to eight one-armed men.
One is the right one.
Isn't that a bit romantic?
It must be true.
The guilty one
called the police.
Sergeant Lascoe took
fingerprints, Miss Ruskin.
I'm certain that's the
way he learned the truth.
Did he say?
No, but the assumption
that you found the guilty man
in one afternoon is ridiculous.
Now, listen to me.
We have the guilty man.
He's a fugitive and
he's dangerous.
Now, this time
we've done our duty
both medically and morally.
This time we can agree. Okay?
Maybe.
Good. Now, you tell Sergeant
Lascoe, when he comes,
about the men you found.
He'll know what to do.
Hello, this is Dr. Towne.
Would you get the
superintendent for me, please?
Is something wrong, Miss Ruskin?
Here get dressed.
What's this?
Don't ask questions.
Now, what is this? Do
you know who I am?
You're Dr. Richard Kimble.
You're convicted of murder
and they're coming
to get you right away.
Murder? Who?
Your wife.
I killed my wife?
Look, doctor, if I
thought you were guilty,
I wouldn't be here right now.
Dr. Towne was right.
Will you listen to me?
If they catch you
they'll execute you.
They'll kill you, do
you understand?
Yes.
Then put these on.
I'm gonna get you out of here.
Excuse me.
I-I'd, uh, like to look at some
back newspapers, please.
How far back?
Starting about two years ago.
Right back there
in the file room.
Thank you.
Hello again.
I spoke to one of your
employees last night.
A Mr. Johnson.
Johnson?
Whatever he calls
himself, he's a bum.
Right in the middle of
the busiest part of the night
he goes out for a smoke.
That's the last I see of him.
I think he may have
had good reason
for running out on you.
Do you know where he lives?
These people come and go, miss.
Who knows?
Who asks? Who cares?
There'd be screaming
night after night.
She kept pleading with him.
I heard her say
"you want me dead."
No. She's wrong.
The strands of
hair under her nails
positively are those
of her husband,
the defendant, Richard Kimble.
She screamed his name
when she was being choked.
"Richard, Richard."
She screamed it.
No neighbor, no passerby,
no motorist ever saw
any one-armed man.
We've checked and re-checked.
There is no evidence
of a one-armed man.
But there was. I saw him.
Have you reached a verdict?
We have, Your Honor.
How say ye?
We find the defendant
guilty of murder
in the First Degree.
No.
Guilty KIMBLE: Guilty?
Guilty, guilty, guilty.
Guilty, guilty, guilty!
Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty!
Dr. Towne.
Well, doctor.
I couldn't go back
to the hospital.
I had to see you.
Why?
You missed a few of the answers.
You were right
about me, doctor. I...
I was trying to hide something.
Yes, I told you it would
all come back to you.
I-it hasn't, doc.
I read about it in the papers.
What papers?
The public library.
Look, are you handing me a line?
No. I don't remember it.
I just read about
it in the papers.
The verdict, the evidence.
I know I... I could
have done it.
All right, you want
a clinical opinion?
I think you know that
you did kill your wife.
You crave the punishment.
You're punishing yourself.
T-that's no good.
That's like reading
it in the papers.
What are you
asking for? Therapy?
Yes.
Turn yourself in.
No, that's suicide.
Where do you
think you're headed?
You're going to wind up
blowing your brains out.
Not with your help.
I...
I put my life in your hands.
You can't run out on me.
Oh, no, no.
Nobody's running out on you.
You ran out on yourself
and on your profession.
And you think back.
I told you exactly what
you could expect from me.
You said you didn't want
to be a person in my life.
You said you'd wind
up despising me.
But you know something,
doctor, I think you're afraid of me.
I think you're afraid I'm gonna
need a speck of humanity
and you don't have it to give.
Now, you run off
and hide in your rules,
but I think you're
a coward, doctor.
Kimble, you were a doctor
and you took a life.
Now, I may be a coward
but I'm not a Judas.
Now, is that how it happened?
Is it?
Huh? An argument. Accusations.
You ran out of words and
you grabbed her just like this?
Huh?
No, I...
Listen to me, Kimble.
If you do turn yourself
in, it'll work in your favor.
The circumstances
are different now.
There's a medical
aspect to the case.
Your amnesia is genuine.
A clever defense
attorney can use that.
He can use it to push the appeal
that they denied you before.
They tried appeal...
Listen to me.
Listen to what
I'm trying to say.
They will not execute a
man who does not know
that he's killed.
Let me drive you downtown.
Let me take you
to Sergeant Lascoe.
He understands these things.
No, I'll go back. I...
I'll go back to Stafford
where it began.
There's a detective
there. Gerard.
He knows the case.
I-I'll call him and tell
him I'm coming in.
You'll never make it.
I'll make it if you'll
lend me 20 bucks
and drive me to
the railroad station.
Get in.
Get down in the back.
It's all over. He
wants you to forget it.
That's the only reason
I promised to tell you.
Forget it. He's gone.
You're out of it.
How could you possibly
tell him to give himself up?
I couldn't leave a murderer
free to walk the streets.
But you lied to him.
His amnesia won't
get him a hearing.
It might, but that's
beside the point.
I did what should
have been done.
And you never dirtied
your lily-white uniform,
did you, doctor?
Oh, I lent the man 20 bucks.
I drove him to
the train station.
How much more involved
do you want me to get?
Listen, if you so much as hint
that I talked to that man
without reporting
it to the police,
I'll be arrested.
I'll lose my license.
Is that what you want?
Two defrocked doctors?
I don't care about you, doctor.
Hello, Decatur Terminal?
Would you give me the time for
the next departure for Stafford?
Well, when was the last one?
Oh, thank you.
He's got to be
on that 8:45 train.
Well, what do you
int... Miss Ruskin.
I'd like to...
I'd like to call, uh,
Stafford, Indiana, p-please.
Phil, Mm-hm.
Here's a contribution
to your scrapbook.
Yeah? What is it?
Possible identification
on Richard Kimble.
Fingerprints turned up.
A hospital in Decatur.
Why would he let them
take his fingerprints?
Well, when? I wanna know when.
Yes?
For you, lieutenant.
Who's calling?
He won't say.
Uh, he won't say?
It's from Decatur.
From where?
Decatur.
Well, all right,
put him through.
It's Decatur. Maybe
they've got him.
Lt. Gerard,
this is Richard Kimble.
I understand you've been
looking for me for some time.
Is this some kind
of joke? Who is this?
No, this is Richard Kimble. I...
I only have a few minutes.
My train's about to leave.
I-I'm... I'm coming in.
I'm turning myself over to you.
Have this call traced.
Go on, Kimble, tell me about it.
I've been told that if
I come in by myself
it would be much easier on me.
I understand I may have
to accept punishment, and...
My train should arrive
about 11:43 your time.
Kimble, what is this?
You're confessing to
me after all this time?
Well, you see, I've
had this accident,
and my mind isn't really
working that properly.
The call's coming
from Decatur all right.
All right, Kimble,
we'll meet your train.
Kimble, are you still there?
What do you make of it?
Sounds phony to me, Phil.
He admitted it
for the first time.
He admitted it.
Does he expect us to be
waiting in a train depot while he
takes off in the
opposite direction?
Maybe he's laying the
groundwork for an insanity plea.
"Please come and get me."
Well, I'll come and
get him all right.
But I won't wait for that train.
Here. We could
board the train here.
It should pass Marshfield
in approximately 78 minutes.
With a police escort we
can get you there in an hour.
Richard!
We're turning. Look out!
Richard, look at me.
You've got to get off
this train right now.
He said I can't run anymore.
Forget what Dr. Towne told you.
You're innocent.
Don't lie to me.
I have proof.
I saw the one-armed man.
I said don't lie to me.
Richard, let go.
All right, you two
board up front.
You take the back.
Check every car and
get the train moving again.
At your trial, you said it
was a one-armed man
who killed your wife.
Well, I spoke to him.
He recognized your picture.
He must have called the police.
They said I made him up.
But I didn't. I saw him.
I remember. I saw him.
I saw him too.
When I got home she...
She was already...
Miss Russell, I... I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
Ruskin.
Margaret Ruskin.
You'd better get
off this train soon.
Go on.
What is it?
Step aside, please.
What's the trouble, officer?
Miss Ruskin, telephone please.
Miss Ruskin. Telephone.
Hello, Miss Ruskin.
Thank you.
Hello?
Hello.
Richard, are you all right?
Yes, I'm fine.
I wanted to tell you that things
are starting to come back.
Not all of it yet, but...
One thing is clear. I
know I didn't kill my wife.
I was so afraid you hurt
yourself when you jumped.
I've been watching
the newspapers.
Well, I... I knew you'd worry.
That's why I wanted to call you.
I'm glad you did.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Dr. Towne,
he remembers
that he didn't kill her.
Come on, I'll buy
you a cup of coffee.
Some will believe
him, some will not.
Some will change their beliefs.
But most important, he
again believes in himself.
He again has the will to run,
and for a fugitive,
this instinct is survival.