The Fugitive (1963–1967): Season 3, Episode 15 - When the Wind Blows - full transcript

Hey, what's all this junk?

Probably belongs to the kid.

That kid we saw?

Yeah, Mrs. Carter's boy.

What's back there?

I don't know. Let's take a walk.

Why do those men
want to hurt you?

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:

Harry Townes Georgann Johnson.

Johnny Jensen.

For a fugitive,

there is no rest from the past
and no safety in the present.

Even here, in the remote village



of Smallgroves, Wyoming,

the most ordinary day
may explode in his face.

Rumors that Richard
Kimble had been seen

in the city of Casper,

have been relayed to every
law enforcement agency

in this corner of the state.

Is that all?

Yup.

Hey, hey, come on,
Jake. I gotta get movin'.

Okay, okay, that's uh...

eighty-eight cents with tax.

Okay, I'll see you
on the weekend.

More coffee?

No, thank you.

How much do I owe you?

That's, uh, 61 cents.

Can you give me a lift?

Are you going east? Yeah.

Yeah. I'll take you
as far as the junction.

This is Constable Wilkins.

I want to talk to the
sheriff in Taggart City.

Well, of course it's urgent.

Hello?

This is Jake Wilkins
over in Smallgroves.

I want to talk to
Sheriff Holcomb.

Yeah, hello, Jake.

Russ Atkinson. The
sheriff isn't in yet.

Anything I can do for you?

Well, when will he be in?

I want to talk to
him personally.

Well, if it's real important,

I might be able to
locate him for you.

Well, I don't know.

It's about that Kimble,
that poster you sent me?

Yeah, what about him?

Well, I think I'd better
wait and talk to the sheriff.

Tell him to call me
as soon as he gets in.

Punk deputy.

If it's "really important."

I just served this guy
not 10 minutes ago.

You...? You mean he was here?

Eggs, toast and coffee.

Where'd he go?

I don't know.

He could not have
gotten too far by now.

Are you going to tell them?

Well, of course I'm
going to tell them.

Hey,

Jake, I got a better idea.

Why don't you catch
this guy yourself?

Yeah, the papers
would be full of it.

The sightseers
would flock in here

to see the town
that caught Kimble.

We might even need
a full-time sheriff,

instead of a part-time
constable, huh?

Jake, it might be
your one chance

to get out of the kitchen.

See, I'm... I'm gonna turn
east up here at the junction

but this'll be a better place
for you to get another hitch.

Thanks.

I saw your sign.

Well, the job doesn't pay much.

It's $20 a week and meals

and there's a cabin
out in the back.

It's only temporary.

That's okay.

Well, you don't
look like a transient.

Well, how many have you seen?

What's your name?

Jim McGuire.

Lois Carter.

How do you do? How do you do?

Just my son and I live here
and it's not very exciting.

I'm trying to get
this place ready

by the time the
new highway's open.

When do you want to start?

How about now?

Fine.

Uh, the first thing you can do

is to take these shades
down to Cabin Eight.

And if you see my
son around there,

will you tell him he's got 15
minutes to get ready for school?

What's his name?

Kenny.

He's probably playing
around the back somewhere.

All right. I'll get him.

Hi. Hello.

A nest?

They never even had
a chance to be born.

Every time the wind
blows it knocks them down.

I buried them, but they
weren't even birds yet.

They were just ideas for birds.

That one of yours?

Birds don't belong to anybody.

If you capture them they die.

Don't come in here.

This is my place! It's mine!

All right.

I won't go anyplace
where I'm not invited.

Nobody gets invited
in here! Nobody!

It's just that I think she
will build another nest.

Yeah, she always does.

But, the wind always
knocks it down again.

Well, there's only
one thing to do.

What?

Build a birdhouse.

I could never build a birdhouse.

Sure you can. All you
need is some wood.

And, well, uh...

Put it up high in the tree and
let the wind blow all it wants.

It can't fall down.

That's right.

Who are you?

My name's Jim McGuire.

I'm going to be helping
out around here for a while.

Hey, that reminds me,
your mother wanted me

to get you ready for school.

I don't have to go
to school Saturday.

We can build it then.

Mr. McGuire's going
to build me a birdhouse.

Why, did he tell you that?

No.

He promised me with his eyes.

That's right.

Any strangers at
all, just let me know.

Oh. Hi, Russ. Jake.

What's on your mind?

The sheriff was just curious
about that call, about Kimble.

Oh.

Oh, that, yeah.

That was just a mistake.

This, uh, fella sort
of looked like him

but I thought,
no, well, it wasn't,

and so I didn't want you
fellas to get all steamed up

over a false alarm.

Then why the gun?

Well, where is this guy
you thought was Kimble,

and then decided wasn't?

I don't know.

No, I really don't.

Was anybody with
you when you saw him?

Yeah. Uh... As a
matter of fact, uh,

I think... Carl Ritter was here.

Then let's go talk to him.

Well, he's not here.

Look, Jake,

if you're playing
games, forget it.

Because if you lose, you
could get in a lot of trouble.

Oh, no. He's... He's a trucker.

He... He's out on
a route somewhere.

He... He won't be back
until tomorrow sometime.

Okay.

I'll just stick around,
then, just in case.

In the meantime, why don't
you fix me something to eat?

Yeah. Okay.

Can't say I don't
cooperate with the county.

Kenny.

Never mind.

Excuse me.

Is there something wrong?

No, it's... It's all right.

I'm sorry.

Can I offer you a cup
of coffee, or something?

Thank you.

It's left over
from this morning.

Oh, that's fine.

Please forgive me if I
seem a little distracted.

I've just come from a
meeting with Kenny's teacher.

Oh.

I'm sure that she's
a very nice lady.

What is it? Spitballs
or passing notes?

I only wish it were. Thank you.

I'm afraid it's a little
bit more serious.

What did she say?

Well, it seems,
according to her,

that Kenny is somewhat
of a problem child.

Is that what she said?

No, not exactly.

She isn't the first.
She said today that

during the study period,

Kenny got into an
argument with another child

and he started shouting,

"eggs only hatch in dead things"

over and over and over again

until the little
girl started to cry.

Well, that doesn't necessarily
mean he's a problem child.

I've been thinking of
taking Kenny out of school

and sending him
someplace, you know,

that's equipped to deal
with children who are...

I've only known
Kenny for a short while

but I found him very
bright, very alert.

Thank you for saying that.

Well, I'd better
get back outside.

Jim.

Thank you again.

Still don't know why
you're hanging around here.

Heard the dispatcher
say that Carl

wouldn't be back until
tomorrow, didn't you?

What are you complaining about?

I've accounted for half
of your business today.

Well, I got other things to do.

Hey, Jake, I just came
from the Clarion office.

Art Quinn wants to know

if he can borrow the
wanted poster you got.

He wants to run Kimble's
picture in the paper tomorrow.

I don't know.

What's the matter, Jake?
You're through with it.

It's on my desk.

Hey, they gonna
run that picture of me

they got over there?

That could be dangerous.

Somebody might get
confused and take a shot at you.

Is that the way they run
the law over in Taggart City?

Sitting around drinkin'
coffee all night long?

Well, it's a lot better than
washing out cups back there.

Well, you got your picture.
Why don't you beat it?

I thought it was funny.

I'm up to here
with what you think.

Ahh. Give me a refill.

That's a good
house, Mr. McGuire.

Well, the eggs ought
to be safe in there.

You care about
a bird, don't you?

I care.

Would you like to see my place?

Am I invited?

Yes.

Okay.

What are those things?

Dead things.

For the birds to
build their nests with.

Why do you call them
dead things, Kenny?

Because they're
not alive, that's why.

What's the difference between
a dead thing and a live thing?

Everything's supposed
to do something.

If it does, it's a live thing.

If it doesn't, it's dead.

Why are, uh, toys and
clothes dead things?

Stuffed animals
are to play with.

If you can't play with them
anymore, they're dead.

Clothes are to wear. To wear.

If you can't wear them
anymore they're dead.

I never looked at
it that way before.

Hi, Steve.

Hi, honey.

If I'd known you were
coming this early,

I would have fixed
you some breakfast.

I'll settle for a cup of coffee.

Oh, where's Kenny?
I've got something for him.

I'm not sure.

Oh, here they come.

Who's that with him?

Well, his name is Jim McGuire.

I-I hired him to...

Well, help me get
the place ready.

Hi.

Steve, this is Jim McGuire.

Steve Jackson.

How are you? Oh, excuse me.

I... I guess I brought
some of Kenny's cave

away with me.

Well, I'll get the,
uh, shades up.

You took him into your cave?

What's the big deal?

Oh, it's-it's nothing.

Kenny, guess what. Steve
brought you a present.

You like to fish?

I don't know.

Tell you what.

I've got another rod
right here in the truck.

We can take a run
right down to the river

and maybe come back with dinner.

Steve, I'm not sure.

Oh, come on, honey,
give the kid a break.

Well, put this in
the house first.

Maybe that's not
a good idea, Steve.

Kenny isn't...

Well, he isn't like
other children.

I mean, he's... Oh, don't worry.

I never saw a kid yet I
couldn't get along with,

and this one's yours.

Going fishing?

With Mr. Jackson.

And don't you want to go?

I don't think so.

Then why are you going?

I... Well, I couldn't
very well say no.

Well, that's all you have to do

when somebody wants you to
do something you don't want to do.

You just say no.

Just no?

Well, I think "no, thank
you" would be better

and then smile.

Smile?

Well, then...

Then they'll know
you really mean it.

Hi, Hank.

Yeah, that's him all right.

You're sure?

Yeah, well, I mean,

well, his hair's
a little longer,

a little blacker but that's him.

You gave him a lift,
you say? How far?

Well, let's see.
I took him, uh...

Come on.

No, I left him off at the
gas station, you know,

just this side of the junction

about nine, 10
miles out of town.

Hey, Jake, what about my dinner?

Oh, the griddle's
hot, fix it yourself.

Kenny, what are you
doing home so early?

What happened?

Kenny...

why don't you go out
and play for a little while?

- What happened?
- I don't know.

Usually I get along great
with kids but that one,

he's something else.

What does that mean?

Don't get mad. I like the kid

but you've got to admit

he's not exactly
Huckleberry Finn.

Steve, I think you'd better go.

Hey, you are really
angry, aren't you?

Look, it's not my
fault, you know.

I mean, the normal
everyday kid likes swimming,

fishing, stuff like that.

And if somebody
doesn't like the things

that you think they should,
then they're not normal?

I didn't say that.

Didn't you?

Is something else good?

Well, it depends on what
the something else is.

It's me.

That's what
Mr. Jackson said I was.

Is it good?

How did he happen to say it?

Kenny.

Mr. Jackson took
me out to the river,

and we were just
sitting there, fishing.

And something started
pulling at my pole.

Then Mr. Jackson
started yelling.

He grabbed the pole and
pulled a fish out of the water.

The hook was sticking
right out of the fish's mouth

but Mr. Jackson
just yanked it out.

He wasn't careful,
he just yanked it out.

Then I felt the fish scream.

But Mr. Jackson
just threw it in the dirt

and it started
drowning in the air.

It started breathing
great big breaths

then all of a sudden I
felt like I was in the water

and every time
I tried to breathe

the water ran into me

and I knew I'd
die if the fish died.

Then Mr. Jackson said,
"Put it in the basket."

I tried to look at
him but I couldn't.

But then I remembered
what you told me

and I looked him right
in the eyes and I said,

"No, thank you."

I tried to make my face
smile but it wouldn't.

Then I threw the
fish back in the water.

It just laid there for a minute,

then it started
breathing in the water.

Pretty soon it
was all right again

and it went away.

It was a beautiful
fish, Mr. McGuire.

But just now, when we got home,

he told my mother I
was something else

and I didn't know what he meant.

Well, he meant that you're
not just like everyone else.

You're just a little different.

Is being different a bad thing?

Well, it's hard. And
sometimes very lonely.

I'm not lonely anymore.

Kenny.

Well, you, uh,

better go let your mother
know where you are.

Go on.

Kenny.

What were you doing?

I was watching
Mr. McGuire paint.

Kenny, I don't want you
bothering Mr. McGuire.

Mr. McGuire's my friend.

You don't bother a friend.

Kenny.

I want you to walk, not run

and tell Mr. McGuire to hide.

Do as I say, Kenny,

those men are going to hurt him.

Ma'am, I'm the deputy
from Taggart City.

We got a report
that a wanted man

was seen around here yesterday.

Have you seen him, ma'am?

Sorry, I haven't.

We're not open yet, you know.

What's back there?

Just some more empty cabins.

Mind if we take a look?

Go ahead,

but honestly, I-I
haven't seen anybody.

Thanks.

Hey, what's all this junk?

Probably belongs to the kid.

The kid we saw?

Yeah, Mrs. Carter's boy.

What's back there?

I don't know, let's take a walk.

Why do those men
want to hurt you?

Mr. McGuire,

you can stay in here
as long as you want.

Kenny, I can't stay here. I
have to be leaving tonight.

Leaving?

I don't want to but I have to.

You can't leave.

I'm sorry.

Get out of here.

Shh. Kenny.

Get out of my place.

You're not invited anymore.

Kenny, if you go out there,
those men will hurt me.

I don't care.

Kenny.

He must have hitched
a ride out, yesterday.

Yeah. No reason for
him to stick around here.

I hope for your sake
we didn't lose him.

Well, I didn't do anything.

That's right, you didn't.

Jim.

Kenny told me that
he brought you here.

I should have known.

Then you knew who
I was all the time?

No.

No, not at first.

Why didn't you tell the police?

Because the paper said
that you were a doctor

for children. I...

I have a son who needs you.

You think Kenny's sick?

That's what I
want you to tell me.

I was a, pediatrician, not a...

Not a psychiatrist.

I-I know.

Then what makes you
think I'd be of any help?

Because you've
been invited in there.

And I never have.

Come on.

Are you afraid?

No.

These are Kenny's dead things.

The words shock you?

No, it doesn't shock me.

When he says and does these
things, it shocks other people.

And then what?

Well, then I began
to wonder if...

maybe there really is
something wrong with him

and I'm just...

Just too blind to see
it because he's mine.

And when I begin
to wonder too much...

we run away to some new place.

But it's always the same.

Did you ever stop to think
that when you wonder,

he might wonder too

and that's why he hides in here?

Have you, uh...

ever asked him why he calls...

these things dead?

No.

Is that what you did?

Mm-hm.

Have you ever, uh...

felt a fish scream

or seen him drown in the air?

No.

Well, he has.

But what does it mean?

I guess it depends
on how you look at it.

How would you look at it...

if he were yours?

Well, I'd stop wondering

and I'd stop running away.

You know, the thing you
worry about the most, uh...

might turn out to be the
thing that'll make Kenny

about two heads taller than,

well, the rest of the world.

He's an original, Mrs. Carter.

That's a rare thing.

And I'd get all these
things out of here.

I'd get them out in the open.

Because if he
keeps hiding in here,

one day he might
just not come out.

Uh. But that's what
I'd do if he were mine.

Thank you.

Ahem. You can leave
here now, if you want to.

The police drove off

about five minutes ago.

Will you say goodbye for me?

You know, I...

I still say he looks
like a regular guy.

Just like anybody else.

What'd you expect
him to look like?

Well, I don't know,
but-but a murderer.

Hey, Steve, well, does this
guy look like a murderer to you?

I'll see you Jake. Bye.

It's that guy, McGuire.

What?

At Lois'.

The motel? Yeah.

We were just there.

And she's alone with him.

Will you give me a lift?

Okay, hop in.

Well, so the boss says to me,

"Wally, we're gonna make
you our new dispatcher".

Oh, so I looked at him straight
and I said, "no, sir, not me."

You're not going to lock me

in any 3-by-5 office all day.

Out here on the road,

that's where a man can breathe.

You know what I
mean? He's really free.

Yeah.

Kimble must have taken
off. He's not in his cabin.

I'd better talk to
Mrs. Carter again.

Steve! Kenny's gone.

Well, he's not in his room.

Well, I just thought
he was in his room.

Maybe Kimble took the kid.
Like a hostage or something.

Could have but
it doesn't figure.

Don't worry,
honey, we'll find him.

Well, if Kimble didn't
take him, where is he?

Probably still around
here some place.

Just to be on the safe side,

I'll put in a call to
the Highway Patrol.

Mr. McGuire!

Mr. McGuire!

Mr. McGuire! Mr. McGuire!

Those trucks are bumpy.

Why did you follow me?

I wasn't ready yet.

Ready for what?

For you to go away.

Aren't you glad to
see me, Mr. McGuire?

Sure I am.

Come on.

You aren't truly glad
to see me, are you?

Well, I'm glad that you wanted
to come, Kenny, but you can't.

Why?

I've got to get you
home somehow.

I'm not going home.
I want to be with you.

As soon as it gets dark,

I'll find a phone booth
and call your mother.

I'm not going. No matter
what you do, I'm not going.

Now, your mother must
be worried about you,

I have to get you home.

No, thank you.

Kenny, no matter what
either one of us wants,

we can't stay together.

Why?

Well, I'm different,
uh, than other people.

Like me?

No, not exactly.

See, some people
think I broke the law

and they want to punish me.

I can't let them find me
until I can prove I didn't.

And if you're with
me, they will find me.

What do they think you did?

They think I killed someone.

If they capture you, you'll die?

Yes.

Did you tell them
that you didn't do it?

Yes.

And they didn't believe you?

No, they didn't believe me.

I would believe you.

Nothing, Russ.
We looked all over.

No sign of Kimble or the kid.

Well, we've got every
unit in three counties

on emergency alert.

Maybe somebody'll recognize
him from the newspaper.

Yeah, that paper.

Seems a bit strange, doesn't it?

I mean, Mrs. Carter saying she
didn't know McGuire was Kimble.

Well, maybe she didn't.

A copy of the
Clarion in her room.

Well, maybe...

Maybe she didn't recognize
him from the picture.

You spotted him, Mr. Jackson.

Even Jake here did.

Well, might as well pull out.

Don't you be surprised, Jake,

if the sheriff's office
gives you a call tomorrow.

Good night, Mr. Jackson.

If anything happens, call me.

Who was that?

What's the matter?

Steve, Richard Kimble
didn't take Kenny.

Kenny followed him.

How do you know?

He just called me, to
tell me where they were.

Where are you going?

Lois, the man's a murderer.

Please...

Please put your rulebook
away for just one minute.

I can't turn him over
to the police now.

But Kenny's out there with him.

I know.

That ought to hold
you for a while.

Don't eat so fast. You'll
get a stomach ache.

But I've already got one.

Know what I think?

What?

I think that if we stayed
together we'd both be safe.

Where would we go?

Somewhere we could
build a place like the cave.

The wind could
blow like anything,

but nothing could hurt us.

Kenny, no matter where you hide,

there's always someone who
can hurt you if you let them.

You hide.

Yeah, I have to. You don't.

But I'm different too.

Kenny, different is just
a way of saying special.

That's what you are, special.

And if you believe that,
if you really believe it,

there's not a wind
anywhere that can hurt you.

It's your mother come
to take you home.

Look, don't ask me
what I'm doing here.

I'm not even sure myself.

Where's Mrs. Carter?

She's probably on the other
side of the county by now,

playing decoy.

She sent me for Kenny.

I want you to go
with Mr. Jackson.

Mr. McGuire, you and me,

we're both special, aren't we?

Yeah.

I guess I underestimated
you, Mrs. Carter.

Why don't you just do
whatever it is you're going to do.

You knew who he was
all the time, didn't you?

Aren't you going to arrest me?

If I did arrest you,
what would you say?

That a vicious killer
threatened to harm your boy

if you told where he was?

Well, that's what people
say about him, isn't it?

That he's a vicious killer?

That's right, ma'am,
that's what people say.

Why won't they believe
he didn't hurt anybody?

I don't know.

Why do you believe him?

Because he told me.

Don't you believe him?

Sure. Sure I do.

Why?

I guess because...
Because you do.

For Richard Kimble, there is
no sanctuary from the night wind.

There is no cave
in which to hide.

But occasionally,
along the road,

a fugitive will find

a hand extended in trust.

And the night wind
will not seem so cold.