The Fugitive (1963–1967): Season 3, Episode 1 - Wings of an Angel - full transcript

Now dig.

My parole hearing comes up
in exactly two weeks, four days,

three hours and twenty minutes.

I'm not going to let
Jerry Kulik, Leo Troy,

or Richard Kimble louse it up.

You delivered the
note, didn't you?

Oh, they'd have blown
the whistle on you.

That shouldn't bother you.

I'm a cop-lover, remember?

So I was wrong.

Anyway, any cat that's
got the law on his tail



can't be all bad.

Will you help me?

Uh-uh.

I'm going to be right where that
nurse can see me all afternoon.

I'm gonna make sure
she knows I'm clean.

I'm not going anywhere
near that medicine closet.

Yeah, well, neither am I.

I just want to get out
of here before 5:30.

Man, I've been
saying that for years.

Face it, doc, those
cats mean business.

Better give them what they want.

I know what that
stuff can do to people.

What about Jerry and Leo?

You know what they can do?



With just one word, doc,

they can put you right
back in the death house.

Whose life is more
important to you?

Yours or theirs?

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:

Lin McCarthy, Greg Morris.

When a man has
the law at his heels,

every stranger becomes
a potential enemy,

every incident takes
on sinister proportions.

Dr. Richard Kimble
has eluded his pursuers

for more than two years.

He knows that his freedom
depends largely on luck.

And that, sooner or later,
that luck must run out.

Sorry folks.

Just a routine check.
Won't take a minute.

Stay in your seats, please.

Do you have some
identification, sir?

All right, thank you, sir.

No, please!

Let her go, Robbins.

Not a chance.

Now you get rid of them guns,

or I'll slice her
pretty little throat.

I mean it.

You won't get very far, Robbins.
We've got every road blocked.

It'll take more than that to get
me back to that crummy prison.

You. Open that emergency door.

Do as he says.

You sit down. Sit down.

Come on.

Help me, please.

Easy, honey.

You're my insurance.

We got a long
way to go together.

He's still alive.

The hospital's a
good 30 miles away.

You think he'll make it?

Never mind him.
This man needs help.

Call headquarters. Tell
them to contact the prison.

Find out where they
want Robbins delivered.

Right.

I'll be all right.

Please, try not to move.

No, I'll be all right. It's...

Then tell the press
they'll have to wait.

Now, we all have problems.

I'll not issue any
statement about the escape

until I've had a chance
to check the details.

I'm sorry. That's it.

No more calls, Miss
Jay, from anyone.

Mr. Maddox.

I'll be with the prison board
all morning about the escape.

They've found him, sir.

The state police
are on the line.

They've got Robbins in custody.

Warden Maddox.
What about Robbins?

Well, get him over here.
Our hospital can handle him.

Sure, bring the other man
too. We'll take care of him.

He helped you get Robbins,
we owe him that much, don't we?

Put Robbins in your car,
and follow us to the prison.

Where to? Prison hospital.

No, no prison.

Easy, pal. It's the
closest hospital around.

No, I don't want
to go to the prison.

Now, come on,
let's get in the car.

Guard.

All right, hold it.

Laundry detail? Yes, sir.

Hold them out
here a few minutes.

Let them see what
happened to Robbins. All right.

All right, you people.
Up against this wall.

I told you they grabbed Robbins.

How'd you know?

Heard the guards talking.

Some civilian joker played hero.

He helped the cops.

Well.

Looks like Robbins got in a
few good licks himself, huh?

Relax, you're a guest.

Well, I can't stay. I've got
a job waiting for me, and...

They'll hold it for you.

Won't be long, you'll be
a celebrity around here.

Knife wound, doc.

We bandaged it best we could.

Look at him. Big hero.

I'll be all right. I...
On the litter, please.

Hey, doc, better take
a look at Robbins.

He looks pretty bad.

Take this gentleman
to the emergency room.

I'm Warden Maddox.

That was a brave
thing you did, Mr., uh...?

Egan.

George Egan.

Thank you for
your help, Mr. Egan.

A man like Robbins... He's dead.

Be grateful it didn't
happen to you.

All right, Deming, let's
get him to the morgue.

Nice work, cop-lover.

There are two ways to
get out of here, gentlemen:

The legal way, and that way.

Don't forget it.

Back in your place, Kulik.

Move it.

If his name's Egan,
I'm Bugs Bunny.

That's him, all right.

Who? The guy on the stretcher?

His name is Egan. Mm-mm.

He was in our cell block
back in Indiana, remember?

Killed his wife or something.

His name's like, uh...

Tample or Pringle
or something like that.

You mean Doc Kimble?

That's it. Kimble.

Nah, it can't be. I
mean... You wanna bet?

I've got two cigarette
butts says that's Kimble.

All right, Fogarty,
take them into work.

All right, you people, move out.

We've thought of
adding lace curtains,

but it would still
look pretty grim.

Ever been inside
a prison before?

As a guest, I mean.

Uh, no.

I hope the sentence
is a short one.

Well, Mr. Egan,

Robbins took a
hefty slice out of you.

I'd like to keep you under
observation for a while.

How long? Twenty-four hours.

Just to be sure
there's no infection.

Well, look, doctor, I
can't stay that long.

You see, I've got a
job I've gotta get to

or I'm gonna lose it.

What kind of work do you do?

Uh, ranch hand.

That settles it. Work like
that will pop your stitches

in a minute. Dr. Willis, I...

You risked your life to help
capture a killer, Mr. Egan.

Now, you're gonna get
all the care you deserve.

Whether you like it or not.

Now, you get some rest.

Dr. Willis.

I've got a prisoner
here with a cut hand.

I think he did it on purpose.

Fine prison. Nobody
trusts nobody.

Let's see it.

Well, that's not too bad.

Come on, I'll put
something on it.

Come on.

Everything happens to me, huh?

I just lost two cigarette butts.

Well, you're not gonna
find them in there.

Robbins didn't like
this place either.

That's why he broke out.

Was he a friend of yours?

We wear the same uniform.

You see, man, under
this clean, white jacket,

I'm just another
dirty con like Robbins.

Well, not exactly like Robbins.

He was doing time
for murder, wasn't he?

How do you know I'm not?

You're a trustee.

Murderers don't
get that privilege.

Oh?

You sure know a lot about it.

Mr. Egan, there are some
reporters here to see you.

Uh, no reporters.

They're pretty insistent.

Well, tell them I'm, uh,

not feeling that well.
I'll see them tomorrow.

All right. I'll tell them but
they're not gonna like it.

Those newspaper men,

they can make you ten-feet tall.

I'm, uh...

I'm a little tired. I
think I'll get some rest.

Headlines, your face on
the front page, the works.

That's what you want, isn't it?

That's the last thing I want.

Sorry, but it looks like
that's what you're getting.

Florence Nightingale
just fumbled the ball.

This is it.

Sorry to barge in on
you like this, Mr. Egan,

but you're big
news in this town.

Now, it won't take a minute.
Just a few questions and...

We'll take a few pictures.

No pictures, please.

Why not?

Come on, I'll get
you a few extra prints,

you can send some
to the folks back home.

Looks like he's the
shy, retiring type.

I'll answer all your questions.

I don't want any
pictures taken, that's it.

Okay, Billy.

Uh, you're new around
here, aren't you, Mr. Egan?

Yes.

Where you from?

Missouri.

Joplin, Missouri.

I got a job with a
ranch, just west of here.

Is that so? Which one?

I know a lot of the
ranchers up that way.

I don't think the boss
would like the publicity.

Are you kidding? I
know those ranchers.

They'd love it.

You married, Mr. Egan?

No.

Well, I imagine your
family back in Joplin

is gonna be mighty proud of you.

No family.

This guy is the most
minus-quantity hero I ever met.

Did you know Janet Kegler
before this, uh, little accident?

Who?

The girl whose life you saved.

No.

I don't know anyone around here.

Hey, maybe we can
drum up something

between you and this girl, see?

Uh, damsel in distress,
saved by mysterious stranger.

Look, I'm sorry any
of this happened.

I'd like to forget about it.

If you could just put
it on the back page

you'd be doing me a favor.

Sure, okay.

Off the record, Mr. Egan,
what are you afraid of?

Yeah. Robbins is dead.

He can't hurt you.

Well, his, uh...

His friends aren't
dead. They're...

Well, his friends
outside of prison, they...

They find out what I look
like, where I'm staying,

might try to get to me.

Some hero.

Well, uh, thanks anyway.

Come on, Bill.

Is that all you're afraid
of, Robbins' friends?

Isn't that enough?

You should've thought about
that before you jumped him.

There you go. Take it back.

Good.

Watch your fingers. Right.

You win. It's Kimble, all right.

Here's your butts.
Thanks, I told you.

All of a sudden he's a
public-spirited citizen.

Remember when he was
sweating out that appeal?

Hey, he lost, didn't he?

Yeah, he lost.

He's been losing ever since.

And now he's free as a
bird up in that hospital.

So?

So let's ruffle his
feathers a little bit, huh?

What's up in that
hospital we can use?

Hey, the new nurse.

Man, did you see her? Wow!

Come on, Leo, will you?

This is business
and I mean business.

You kidding?

I don't kid about a thing
like that, you know that.

Yeah, but Kimble,
he... He can't get it.

He'll get it.

Otherwise we'll
start remembering.

Yeah, that's great.

But how you gonna reach him?

Clean linens for the
hospital. Are they ready yet?

Got a message for you.

This isn't for me.
My name is Egan.

Read it anyway.

Go ahead. Read it.

You look a little shook-up.

If you're not Kimble, why worry?

Wait a minute.

I'd be pretty foolish
to keep on denying it.

Especially now.

Man, you don't come out even.

A cat can't run
away from the law

and play footsie with the law.

I was only trying to
help that Kegler girl.

Why? You're a
wife-killer, aren't you?

I didn't kill anyone.

Yeah, I know. You're
just running for exercise.

Look, I don't feel I have
to defend myself to you.

If you're positive
I'm a killer...

Who says I'm positive?

Some of my best
friends are murderers.

They don't play by your rules.

Man, these cats
wouldn't help a cop,

or a Janet Kegler,
or anyone else.

Not even a Richard Kimble.

What does that mean?

It means you'd
better answer this note

their way.

You got a minute, Mr. Egan?

Yes, sure. Come on in.

I brought you a visitor.

Come in, Miss Kegler.

Hello, Mr. Egan.

Hello.

I asked the warden if I
could, uh, come see you.

I-I want to thank
you personally.

I mean, you did save my life.

We're all grateful, Miss Kegler.

Warden, I'd be
very grateful if I, uh...

I could get out of here sooner.

No, thank you. No, thank you.

Oh, the warden says
your injury isn't too serious.

I'm glad of that.

I just want you to
know, Mr. Egan,

that I'd like to take care
of any medical expenses.

That won't be necessary.

He's a guest of the state.

Well, I want to do
something for you.

When do you
expect to leave here?

Well, they said tomorrow,
but I'd like to make it sooner.

Well, I doubt
if it'll be sooner,

from what Dr. Willis tells me.

If I don't get to that
ranch I won't have a job.

Oh, that would be terrible.
It's like you're being punished.

Don't you think you could
talk to the doctor, Mr. Maddox?

I can try.

Well, if you need
any transportation,

please be sure and call me.

Here, I'll give you
my phone number.

Oh, good, may I write on that?

Oh, it's such a
little scrap of paper.

I might lose that.

Here, uh, use this.

Thank you.

I'll take that, Mr. Egan.

Sure.

You're a lucky man, Mr. Egan.

This young lady's phone
number is a reward in itself.

I guess I am lucky.

Well, remember, uh,

if you need
anything, please call.

I will.

Our patient is beginning to
look a little weary, Miss Kegler.

We'd better let
him get his rest.

Well, um,

I'll keep in touch
with the warden

to see how you're getting along.

Take care of yourself.

Thanks, I will.

It's from two of
your old buddies:

Jerry Kulik and Leo Troy.

Morphine? What do
they want with morphine?

We got our share of
junkies in this country club.

Jerry and Leo just want
to keep them happy.

Needles, syringes, where
am I going to get stuff like that?

In the medicine
closet, down the hall.

The nurse has got the key.

And they expect me to...

Just put the stuff in the
hamper with the dirty laundry.

It goes downstairs
5:30 this afternoon.

You want me to set
them up in business.

Turn this place
into a snake pit.

Might be an improvement.

Now, taking narcotics
is not like taking aspirin.

That's their worry.

Are you in on this?

Now dig.

My parole hearing comes up
in exactly two weeks, four days,

three hours and twenty minutes.

I'm not gonna let
Jerry Kulik, Leo Troy,

or Richard Kimble louse it up.

You delivered the
note, didn't you?

Oh, they'd have blown
the whistle on you.

That shouldn't bother you.
I'm a cop-lover, remember?

So I was wrong.

Anyway, any cat that's
got the law on his tail

can't be all bad.

Will you help me?

Uh-uh.

I'm gonna be right where that
nurse can see me all afternoon.

I'm gonna make sure
she knows I'm clean.

I'm not going anywhere
near that medicine closet.

Yeah, well, neither am I.

I just want to get out
of here before 5:30.

Man, I've been
saying that for years.

Face it, doc, those
cats mean business.

You'd better give
them what they want.

I know what that
stuff can do to people.

What about Jerry and Leo?

You know what they can do?

With just one word,
doc, they can put you

right back in the death house.

Whose life is more
important to you?

Yours or theirs?

Hi.

Oh, Mr. Egan,
shouldn't you be in bed?

I got a little restless, uh...

There's nothing to do.

Well, don't overdo it.

Hospital. Miss Thompson.

Oh, yes, doctor. Hold
on a minute, please.

Yes, doctor, I'll
take care of that.

Miss Thompson,
Renaldi's IV isn't working.

The needle came loose.

How did that happen?

I don't know.

I went in to get the
laundry and there it was.

I still can't
understand how that IV

could have come loose by itself.

Well, Renaldi
tosses around a lot.

Maybe he moved
his arm in his sleep.

Mickey, have you seen my keys?

No, ma'am.

I had them right in my hand

when I answered that telephone.

The medicine closet's
always locked, isn't it?

Maybe you left them on the ward.

On Renaldi's bed, maybe. Maybe.

I must be cracking up.

I know I had those keys in my
hand when I answered that phone.

Well, maybe you better look
around. Under the desk, maybe.

Well, I can tell you,

we're not gonna do
another thing till I find them.

I am cracking up. They've
been right here all along.

Well, I guess I better take
the laundry down, huh?

It's a little early yet. Are you
sure you have everything?

Oh, yes, ma'am.
Everything's here.

I'm sure of it.

Nicely done, Mr. Egan.

This little conspiracy of yours.

Quite an achievement.

I don't know what you mean.

You know perfectly
well what I mean.

All three of you, working
in perfect harmony.

The unholy trio.

Well, look, I don't
know who you...

You, Warden Maddox,
and Miss Kegler,

all campaigning
for your release.

I didn't mean to gang up on you.

It's been almost eight hours
since they brought you in.

Let's take another
look at that wound.

Get your robe off.

Well, all right, you people,
let's get this laundry sorted.

Well, now, come on, you're
sorting laundry, not eggs.

Kulik, you sort this one, huh?

Both of you.

Sort that one.

Well, I prefer if
you'd wait till morning.

But, Dr. Willis,
I... I know. I know.

I heard all the arguments

from the warden
and the Kegler girl.

I mustn't punish you
by keeping you here.

I have to be at
that ranch job by 6.

I have to find a place to live.

All right, but you'll
have to take it easy.

No heavy lifting and no
wrestling with runaway heifers.

All right.

Drop by tomorrow after work.

I'd like to take
another look at it.

I will. I had a
suitcase on the bus.

Oh, yes, the
police sent it over.

Deming, get Mr. Egan's
suitcase, will you?

The laundry get
delivered on time?

You better not be here
when they hang it out to dry.

Thanks, Mickey.

For what?

The loose needle
on Renaldi's IV.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Two more weeks and
I'll be changing clothes.

I'm gonna get me a
white buttoned-down shirt,

with stiff cuffs,

and one of those narrow
suits with the skinny lapels.

A pair of Italian
shoes with heels

that click like
dice when I walk.

You got a job waiting for you?

Sure. You gotta have
one to get a parole.

Doc Willis put in
a good word for me

out at the county hospital.

I'm gonna work in physiotherapy.

You ever need a sitz
bath, just mention my name.

You must rate pretty
high around here.

Yeah, I got them all conned
into believing I'm a model prisoner.

Ain't that a kick? Ha-ha-ha.

Deming, I want to
see you in my office.

Yes, sir.

Well, you really blew it.

I never would have
thought you were that stupid.

What's bugging him?

This.

What is it?

Morphine, and a hypodermic kit.

Kind of a junkie's dream.

Well, what's that
got to do with me?

Well, it seems someone
smuggled it down

to the laundry in a hamper.

And guess who took
that hamper down there.

- Listen, I didn't...
- You listen to me.

You're the only
trustee we got up here.

Who else would've done it?

Maybe Nurse
Thompson or Dr. Willis?

Come on with me.

I'll take that
morphine, Fogarty.

And the syringe.

The seal on that bottle's
been broken, doctor.

It's still morphine.

How do you know Mickey broke it?

It happens time after time
with these men, Mr. Egan.

We give them every
chance to prove themselves

and sooner or later one of
them pulls a fool stunt like that.

Don't waste your time
worrying about him.

He's had it.

You're sure this has
been locked all day?

Yes, sir, and Deming
was right here with me.

But you did misplace the keys.

Just for a moment. I
found them on my desk.

Unlock the door,
will you, please?

Who was the nurse
on duty last night?

Miss Considine. She
comes on at midnight.

She has a key, hasn't she?

Uh, no, sir, she uses this one.

Your orders, doctor.

Did she take the usual
narcotics inventory?

Yes, sir, in the
morning before she left.

Everything was in order.

Then the morphine had to
be stolen sometime today.

Why, that's the seal off
that morphine bottle, doctor.

Must have been
opened right here.

Maybe our friend took
a small pop for himself

before he delivered
it to the others.

No, no. That wouldn't
be be possible.

Someone would have seen him.

Well, if it wasn't Deming,

it had to be one of us.

It had to be someone who
had access to this closet.

Someone with enough
medical knowledge

to recognize the morphine
bottle and know how to use it.

Are you accusing me, doctor?

Let's face it, Miss Thompson,
you're an excellent nurse,

I'm a pretty good M.D.

But we're both lousy detectives.

Well, you ready to go, Mr. Egan?

Go where? Anyplace you like.

The warden thought
you'd need a ride into town.

Oh, that's all
right. I'll manage.

It's a long walk.

You're not exactly ready
for road work, you know.

Well, uh, if you'll just take me

to the, uh, bus terminal.

Sure.

Uh, just a minute.

Oh, haven't you gone yet?

Well, I wanted to say goodbye.

And thanks for
everything, Miss Thompson.

You're very welcome, Mr. Egan.

Oh, by the way.
Miss Kegler called.

I told her what time you
were being discharged.

All right, thank you.

Doctor, I...

I'm gonna see you
tomorrow after work, hm?

Yes.

I wanted to say goodbye
to Mickey Deming.

What's gonna happen
to him if he is guilty?

Smuggling narcotics to convicts?

That's a rough charge.
He'll lose his parole.

Well, don't you feel too
sorry for him, Mr. Egan.

Something like this happens,

the prisoners aren't
the only ones to suffer.

Well, who else?

Warden Maddox, for instance.

Last night the prison
break, now this.

He'll be lucky if
the prison board

doesn't burn him at the stake.

But it's not his fault.

Well, he's been fighting those
chowderheads on the board

for years trying to set up a
more liberal prison system.

A mess like this can set it
all back to the Dark Ages.

Now, you'd better
get out of here

before they start
questioning you.

Goodbye.

I intend to question every man
on that laundry detail, Deming.

Now, you can save
yourself and your buddies

a lot of trouble by settling
this thing here and now.

Don't you realize
what you're doing?

If you're guilty,
you're implicating

at least 20 innocent men.

If I'm guilty.

And if you're protecting
someone, you're a fool.

You're giving up your parole,
your freedom. For what?

To spend another
few years in this place?

Is anyone of those men worth it?

No.

Then tell me the truth. Are
you protecting someone?

What're you afraid of, Mickey?

Can he hurt you that much?

Or maybe you're afraid
you'll hurt him, whoever he is.

Can you hurt anyone more
than you're hurting yourself?

Answer me.

Maybe.

Maybe what?

Maybe I'm one of
them bleeders, warden.

You know?

Protecting some poor slob
because I feel sorry for him.

Maybe if I tell what I know,

he'll go straight
to the death house.

How's that sound, okay?

Don't play games with me.

You see?

I tell you the truth
and you get sore.

Nobody understands us bleeders.

This morning you didn't
want any part of this place,

now you act like you
can't tear yourself away.

I'll, uh...

I'll be right back, okay?

Wait for me.

Sure.

Excuse me, uh, is
Warden Maddox in?

Yes, sir. He's left orders
not to be disturbed.

How long will he be tied up?

At least another
hour. May I ask...

An hour.

Is Mickey Deming in with him?

You're Mr. Egan, aren't you?

Yes.

I'd like to leave him a note.

Uh, just to say thank you.

I'm sure he'd appreciate that.

May I have an envelope?

Will this require an answer?

No. I'll, uh,

be long gone before he reads it.

Thank you.

Warden's office.

No, I'm sorry, doctor,
he's not taking any calls.

Let's go.

Call the guards, Miss Jay.

Have Deming
sent back to his cell.

Yes, sir.

Dr. Willis wants you to
call. Says it's very important.

And Mr. Egan stopped in.

Left you this note.

All right, Deming,
the third degree's over.

Well, mister, I sure
had you pegged wrong.

Any man who'd smuggle
dope into prison for any reason.

Excuse me, warden.

Where did you get that? What?

That note.

Kimble.

You were telling the truth.

Give him a break, warden.

He could've left
me to take that rap.

He didn't have to
write you that note.

He didn't have to
send that morphine

to Kulik and Troy either.

Get me the gate.

Just a minute.

Good luck to you, Mr. Egan.

Thanks.

Excuse me.

Let's put that
suitcase in the trunk.

Mr. Egan, I was
afraid I missed you.

I called the hospital and...

And the nurse said
you were leaving.

Gate.

Where you going?

Wait a minute. Kimble!

Stop him!

Stop. You could hit the girl.

He took the car keys. Get
another car out here quick.

They were shooting at us.

Please go slower, please.

And put out an alert for him.

He got away?

For now.

Wipe that smile off your face.

Why were they
shooting at us, Mr. Egan?

My name is Kimble.
Richard Kimble.

I'm sorry. I still
don't understand.

They think I'm a murderer.

A murderer? You?

I don't believe that.

They believe it.

Look, if you really
want to help me,

drive to the bus terminal.

When the police
get there tell them

I bought a ticket to anyplace.

Okay.

Well, this makes us even, huh?

Come in.

I'm sorry, Mr. Maddox,
but Dr. Willis insisted.

Here, take a look
at this lab report.

What about it?

The seal on that
morphine bottle was broken.

The bottle must
have been opened,

so I had the solution analyzed.

Go on, read it.

No morphine?

Not a drop.

That stuff that Egan or Kimble,

or whatever his name is,
smuggled down to the prisoners,

nothing but distilled water.

Do you think Kimble knew that?

Of course he knew it.

How do you think the
water got into this jar?

After all, the man knew
what he was doing.

He was a doctor, wasn't he?

When a man is on the run,

every stranger is
a potential enemy,

every friend a surprise.

For Richard Kimble,
the only real friend

is the darkness and
the road that has no end.