The Fugitive (1963–1967): Season 3, Episode 3 - Crack in a Crystal Ball - full transcript

Isn't it possible that this is
the man you're looking for?

If it means anything to you,

it was his right arm
that was missing.

Why should you...?

Look, if you think I'm lying...

I didn't say you were lying.

Officer.

Yes, ma'am.

Starring David Jansen
as Doctor 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:

Larry Blyden, Joanna Moore.

A highway has a life of its own,

each car brings a new face,

and for Richard Kimble,



working now in a
Midwestern gas station,

the next might be
the face of danger.

Yes, sir.

Two bucks of the regular.

I've been away for a while.

What's new in town?

Nothing much.

I'm sort of new here myself.

Nothing much.

That's what they
ought to call this place.

How long has this been going on?

About two weeks.

They catch the guy?

Not yet.

Where's your phone? In there.

Police headquarters.

Hello, may I speak to
Lieutenant Fleming, please?

I'm sorry, mister, there's
no Lieutenant Fleming here.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I can let you talk
to Lieutenant Bliss.

Hey, is that Frank Bliss?

No, it's not Frank
Bliss. It's Dave Bliss.

You want to talk to him or not?

Oh, no, no, thanks.

Just... Just tell him I called.

Two bucks, right? Right.

Oh, by the way, where's
Oak Terrace Drive?

You go down to the right,

go about three blocks until the
stop sign and then take a left.

Okay, thanks, Joe.

How did you know my name?

Telepathy, that's my business.

Oh, by the way, that
thing you're worried about,

it's going to work out okay.

This is all very
interesting, Mr. Mitchell,

but I don't see
how it concerns us.

Not that we couldn't use a
few mind readers around here.

I'm not just a mind
reader, lieutenant.

Says here you are.

Nightclub act,
predictions, clairvoyant.

Oh, that's just tricks
and gimmicks mostly.

I'm talking about the
real thing, you see.

Some people have it
and some people don't.

It's a power that
you're born with.

And you've got this power?

Well, I know you think
I'm some kind of crackpot.

But ever since I was a kid I've
been able to sense things to...

You see, my mind
is like a radio set.

It tunes in emanations,
impressions...

Look, Mr. Mitchell,
this is pretty far out.

All right. You don't buy it.

But read your newspapers.

Police agencies
all over the world

have been using people like me.

It's a little like
trying to find water

with a bent twig, isn't it?

Maybe.

But sometimes
they do find water.

Well, I still don't see
what you're getting at.

Lieutenant, you've been
having robberies all over town.

I think I can help
you solve them.

How?

Well, if the thief
dropped something,

maybe something
that belonged to him,

I could maybe give
you his description.

All I'd have to do is touch it.

Touch it?

Yeah, you see, personal
objects give off psychic waves.

You'd be surprised how much
they can tell about someone.

Look, can I have
your fountain pen?

Uh... I see a woman.

You're married. You've
been married a long time.

Been wearing this wedding
band a long time too.

Uh, you're a
skeptic, lieutenant.

I've been married
a while myself.

I'm just tuned in to
those kinds of vibrations.

Uh... She's short, very pretty.

She's a brunette.

She has a few white hairs,
but she touches them up.

I see...

a brown house
with black shutters.

And you have a daughter.

Two.

That's right, two daughters.

But one is much
older than the other.

But they get along okay

and the older one is
in the seventh grade.

Close. Sixth.

And the younger one is...

No, that's as far as I can go.

Not bad.

Just one more
question, Mr. Mitchell.

Have you ever offered your
services to the police before?

A couple of times.

In a town where
your act was playing?

Lieutenant, I'm not
looking for publicity.

I can get all the
bookings I want.

But if you're not interested...

I didn't say that.

Trouble is,
you're a little late.

We've solved that
string of robberies.

Picked up the guy this morning.

Oh?

Hasn't had time to
make the papers yet.

Well, looks like I've just
been wasting my time.

Not at all.

It's been very interesting.

I'll keep you in mind.

Thanks.

Here you are, lieutenant.
I almost forgot that.

Thank you, Mr. Mitchell.

You're an honest man.

That's what I've
been trying to tell you.

Give me a lift, Ed? You bet.

I thought you were going
to take a walk, Mr. McBride.

It's too hot.

Uh-huh.

Always too hot or too cold
or too rainy or too windy.

Mrs. Daniels, there's
no clause in my lease

that says I can't take up
space on your front porch.

People are beginning to
think you're part of the furniture.

Hah.

Mrs. Daniels, Mr. McBride.

Hello, Joe.

Oh, I put up new curtains
in your room today.

Thank you.

Always taking care
of the new tenants.

The day you decide what
you're going to do with yourself

I'll repaint your room and
bring you breakfast in bed.

I saw that paint
job in the kitchen.

Don't do me any favors.

And I bet you forgot my
razor blades, didn't you?

I gave you thirty cents...

The drugstore is
only a block from here.

Why don't you pick them
up yourself sometime?

Too much to do a favor
for an old man, huh?

Nothing wrong with
your legs, Mr. McBride.

Maybe I'm saving my energy.

Suit yourself.

I plan to.

Joe, I don't see why you
even bother talking to him.

He just wants attention.

He's just bored, that's all.

Whose fault is that?

You can't blame a man if a
machine puts him out of a job.

Put him out of a job, all right,

but it didn't put him
out of the human race,

and that's the way he took it.

He just sat in that
rocker and quit.

You think he'd
take a part-time job?

Not in a thousand years. Why?

Down at the gas station

they need somebody
to take care of the books.

I thought I'd
mention Mr. McBride.

Forget it.

You'd have to have dynamite
to get him off that porch.

Maybe.

Looking for someone?

No, no, I'm just looking
for a room, thanks.

Well, don't just sit there.

Come in and talk
to the landlady.

Well, maybe some
other time, thanks.

Our first night
together in six weeks

and you come up with a
harebrained stunt like this.

Honey, stop
fighting me, will ya?

The idea is perfect.

It's always perfect.

Follow the yellow brick road.

We've been doing it for years.

You know, every
time I get an idea...

Sal, listen to me.

You've got six solid months
of bookings around here

and I can finally
unpack those suitcases

and get them out of my sight.

Things are going pretty good.

Can't you leave
well enough alone?

Look, honey, I've
got two choices.

I can pick up that phone
and tell the cops where he is

or I can use him.
Make it pay off.

That's what I mean.

I think it's wrong to
use somebody like that.

Why?

Look, I spent the entire
afternoon in the public library

reading up on the case.
The man is a murderer.

He killed his wife.

Now, what's wrong with
turning him over to the police?

It'll make headlines
all over the country

and you'll have a
big-name husband

with big money to match.

I don't know.

It's like building your house
on another man's grave.

Well, that's the whole point.

He gets caught in the
trap and I get the credit.

Look, honey, it's
not just for me alone.

We want to raise
a family, don't we?

Well, we're never going to do it
on split-weeks and one-nighters.

That mythical family again.

Mythical?

Sal Junior? And
that little monkey, Jill?

If they're so mythical, how
come I know he's going to be

a .400 Little League hitter

and she's going to switch from
ballet lessons to piano, huh?

Because you're impossible.

Yeah, that's what they tell me.

Now, come over here and
give me a strictly unmythical kiss.

Look, honey, it's only gonna
be for a couple of hours.

I still think it's wrong.

Well, maybe it is a little.

But you'll do it
anyway, won't you?

Mr. McBride,

you got a good suit
you can put on tonight?

What? I want you to put it on.

I'm going to take you out
and buy you a drink tonight.

Uh, I'm not sure I can make it.

I mean, I was planning
on reading the newspaper.

Okay, then forget about it.

Well, hold on, now.

I didn't say I wouldn't go.

It's just that, well,

you kind of catch
a man off-balance.

All right. I'll be by your room

and pick you up
right after dinner.

Hey, wait a minute.

I've got a letter for you.

Something wrong?

Where did you get this?

A girl, little blonde thing.

Seems like you've
got a secret admirer.

What did she say?

Nothing.

Seemed kind of
nervous, though. She...

Say, what is it?

You're awful pale
around the gills.

It's nothing, thank you.

Are you in some kind of trouble?

Why did you say that?

Mr. McBride, you didn't
open this letter, did you?

Open it?

I got something better to do
than read other people's mail.

Sorry.

Nobody trusts anybody anymore.

All right, right.

Okay.

Hey, hey, excuse me,
my name is Sal Mitchell.

And I'm supposed
to be on the show.

I wonder if I shouldn't
talk to Wilcox?

I'll tell him. Thank you.

Ah. Yeah.

Mr. Mitchell, sorry to keep
you waiting but a news show

is a last minute
operation, you know.

We keep adding
copy up until air time.

Well, just wondered
when we were going

to rehearse our interview.

Well, to tell you
the truth, you know,

it's a little bit of a problem.

You see, you're in
the human interest slot.

I usually schedule that for the
last five minutes of the show.

Sometimes we get a heavy load
and we just don't have the time.

When I talked to your
man on the telephone...

I know, I know, he
thought we had an opening.

But, uh, that's before
Washington and Moscow

started calling
each other names.

Does this mean I'm out?

Only for today.

I'm sure I can use you tomorrow.

Tomorrow's too late.

Why?

Look, Mr. Wilcox, you
draw a big local audience.

Now, what if I had something
that was of interest to them

like a news story?

I thought you were going to talk
about extra-sensory perception.

Well, I do, but this
is more than that.

This even involves the police.

Look, Mr. Wilcox, you'll have
headlines tomorrow morning.

Now, what have you got to lose?

All right.

Maybe I'll uh, yank a story
and put you on instead, huh?

But I want to hear it
first. Where can we talk?

Back here.

Dr. Kimble?

My name is Joe Warren.

I'm sorry.

Nothing right now.

Did you write this?

Yes, it was the only way I
knew to get in touch with you.

What makes you think I'm
the man you're looking for?

I recognized you
at the gas station.

Your picture's
in all the papers.

I think you've got me
mixed up with someone else.

No.

I saved all your
clippings during the trial.

My husband is a lawyer and
we used to argue about the case.

He thought you were
guilty, and I didn't.

You don't believe me, do you?

In your note you said something
about a man I was looking for.

I think I've seen him.

Where?

I live upstate

and I came down a couple
of days ago to visit my sister.

And on the way down I
stopped off for lunch at a park

and the man who
runs the souvenir stand,

has only one arm.

If it means anything to you,

it was his right arm
that was missing.

How old is he?

Forties.

Late forties.

Dark hair.

Cruel face.

Tall or short?

Medium height. Stocky.

Does it sound like him?

That's close.

But, look, why should you...

Look, it wasn't easy
for me to come here.

I don't even know you.

I just thought I might
be able to help you.

Why?

Well, when I was younger

I got into some
trouble with the police.

This place where I worked,
some cash was missing

and I had to answer
all sorts of questions.

I know what it's like to
have to prove yourself.

Look, if you think I'm lying...

I didn't say you were lying.

Besides, if I
wanted to turn you in

all I had to do was
pick up the telephone.

Doesn't that mean
anything to you?

Maybe, I don't know.

Officer!

Yes, ma'am?

What time is it?

Almost 5:30.

Thank you.

I'm sorry to have
to do that to you

but you're a very
hard man to convince.

Okay, you made your point.

Where's this park
you talked about?

Two hundred miles north of here.

In fact, if you want
to wait an hour or two,

I'm going back home and
I'd be happy to give you a lift.

I'd like to think about it.

Well, that's up to
you, doc... Mr. Warren.

But sooner or later you're
going to have to trust somebody

and you might as
well start with me.

Oh, I... I'm not ready yet.

Well, uh, Mr. McBride,
something came up.

I'm going to have
to cancel out on you.

Cancel out?

I'm sorry. I...

I'll try to make it
some other time.

Forget it. Forget
the whole thing.

Well?

You said you had
something to do.

Don't let me keep you.

Goodbye, Mrs. Daniels.

Keep in touch, Joe.

We're going to miss you.

What happened to your luggage?

I put it in the trunk.

You get an honest
deal at Honest John's.

Uh, Mr. Mitchell,

we've been discussing
the rather exotic subjects

of mental telepathy and,
uh, extra sensory perception.

Of course, the scientific
basis for these subjects

is still a moot point, isn't it?

Well, why don't we
have a demonstration?

Just what I was getting at.

Now, before we, uh,
came on the air tonight,

Mr. Mitchell told me a
rather remarkable story.

Would you share that
with our viewers, please?

Gladly.

I just got to town today
from a nightclub tour

and I went to the post
office to buy some stamps.

That's where I began
to get these emanations.

Emanations?

Yes, uh...

Well, it's kind of
hard to explain.

It's like hearing high
frequency waves

that nobody else can hear.

And where were they coming from?

From a wanted poster on the wall

of a fugitive named
Richard Kimble.

Uh, for the benefit of
some of our viewers,

I'd like to add that
Richard Kimble

is an escaped murderer.
Uh, continue, please.

Well, I began to
get impressions.

Uh, strange impressions.
They didn't make any sense.

They still don't.

Well, could you be a
little bit more specific?

Yes, uh...

They seemed to be
connected with numbers,

numbers that kept
changing, spinning.

And I saw a bird
with its mouth open

and it seemed to be screaming
but there wasn't any sound.

You mean these
impressions of yours

sort of manifest
themselves as symbols.

That's right. Well, sometimes,

but in this case the
impressions were so strong

that Richard Kimble, this man,

must have been
somewhere in the vicinity.

So if the police conducted
a house-to-house search?

They won't find him.

How do you know?

Because the original
images are fading

and now I'm getting something...
Something more distant.

I don't believe Richard
Kimble is here anymore.

Well, uh,

could you tell us
where he might be?

Well, it... It would be easier

if I had one of his possessions,

something to concentrate
on, but I... I'll try.

I see green.

Mostly green.

And blue.

And there are reflections,

like in a mirror or water.

Now, wait a minute.

The image is repeated.

There are two.

This is strange.

There's a man, but his
face is made of stone.

Even his beard.

A stone face? That
might be a statue.

Perhaps, I don't know.

Anything else?

No, I'm sorry.

It's all gone.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you've seen a rather
remarkable demonstration.

If the police are
able to put together

Mr. Mitchell's
jigsaw impressions,

who knows what
they will turn up?

Now this is a photograph
of Richard Kimble.

He stands about six feet tall
and weighs in the neighborhood

of 170 pounds.

Of course it is suspected that

he has changed his appearance
over the past few years.

Good night.

I can't believe it.

Well, I can.

I always knew there was
something wrong about him.

How can you say that?
He seemed so... So nice.

But a murder charge...

Uh, anybody can do
anything, Mrs. Daniels,

just you remember that.

Trust 'em, they'll
walk all over you,

depend on 'em,
they're never there.

Oh, you're better off
keeping to yourself.

Ugh.

Why do you keep staring at me?

Trying to figure out
what you're thinking.

Maybe you should
take up mind reading.

Actually, I was thinking we
should stop off someplace

when we get there,

because the park doesn't
open till in the morning.

What about your husband?
Isn't he expecting you?

Not until tomorrow.
No special time.

You said he was a lawyer.

That's right.

He read about my case
and he thought I was guilty.

So?

The important thing is
that I think you're innocent.

Why?

What do you mean, why?

Well, what convinced you?

The color of my hair?
The look of my face, what?

Of course not. It
was... Just what?

The things you said.

I believed them.

Enough to take the
chance you're taking now?

For all you know I
could be a murderer.

Hey, what is this?

Just trying to figure out

why you're going
to all this trouble.

I've told you a dozen times.

Now, tell me again.

Look,

ever since we started you've
been cross-examining me.

You just can't take anything
on face value, can you?

I guess I lost the habit.

Well, I'll tell you something.

This hasn't been exactly
any joy ride for me either.

Now if you don't trust
me you can just get out

and we'll forget
the whole thing.

I can't.

Why not?

You might be telling the truth.

You really want to find
that man, don't you?

I really want to find him.

Are you still stewing
about Joe Warren?

I really don't know
what's gotten into you.

He was a friend of yours.

I knew him.

Does that make him a friend?

Well, he put up with you,

which is more than
most people can.

Anyway, he tried
to get you a job.

A job? What are
you talking about?

Something opened
up at the gas station,

part-time bookkeeping, I think.

He thought they could use you.

Oh, I didn't know about that.

I told him not to bother
but I bet he asked anyway.

He should have
mentioned it to me.

Why? So you could
turn him down flat?

Well, it doesn't matter now.

Maybe they made a mistake.

I hope they're wrong about him.

Then why did he run off tonight?

How should I know?

Maybe the girl
talked him into it.

What girl?

The one who was waiting for him.

They drove off together.

Was she pretty with blonde hair?

Yes, did you see her?

Yes.

Listen, if I've got
this figured right,

Joe is in trouble.

I know he's in trouble...

No, it's not the kind you think,

and since you keep telling
me how all-fired nice he is,

I guess we've got to help him.

Have you got a road
map in the house?

In the upstairs
closet... Don't bother,

I'll get it myself.

Operator, you've got a
motel association up there,

haven't you?

Right. Well, get
'em on the phone.

I don't care what time it is.

Look, this is an emergency.

If I'm up at this
hour, so are they.

Call me back.

Mr. McBride, what
on earth is going on?

Never mind.

Now, this has to be the
place he was talking about.

Sure, here are the twin lakes.

You ever been
up to Lincoln Park?

Yes, yes, years ago. Why?

Is there a statue of
Lincoln on the grounds?

Of course. That's where
the name came from.

Aha.

The park with two lakes.

One green, one blue.

Statue of a man with a beard.

It all fits together.

Now, let's hope they
stop off someplace.

They'd better.

Hello?

Yes, this is McBride.

Well, it's about
time. Put 'em on.

The place is called
Lincoln State Park.

It's just outside Spring
City, up near the border.

Well, you sure
it's the right one?

It has to be. It's the only one
that meets your specification.

Well, I'm sure there's
a lot of parks with lakes

and statues.

Well, it feels right.
Even the name.

Well, you might have
seen him someplace,

connected up when
you saw the picture.

Well, maybe, but how would
you explain the other things?

The numbers? And that bird?

They're your visions.
You figure them out.

Well, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Another call, lieutenant.

But this one remembers
where she saw him.

That little gas station
at Fifth and Fairoak.

Okay, take a run over
there and check it out.

Right.

Hey, Mitchell, that might
explain those numbers.

What do you mean?

You know, the numbers.
The spinning numbers.

Like on the gas pumps.

Sure, the gas gauge.

Lieutenant, you think we
ought to call Spring City

for a stakeout on that park?

When they ask me
why, what do I tell 'em?

We got a guy here
who gets vibrations?

Just get over to
that gas station.

Oh, ma'am.

You're with
Mr. Warren, aren't you?

That's right. I have
a message for him.

A message?

The motel
association just called.

They've been checking
every place in town.

Did you tell them
that he was here?

Yes, ma'am.

They said that I should
give this message to him.

Well, he's sleeping now and
doesn't want to be disturbed.

Well, even so, maybe
I'd better wake him.

They said it was urgent.

All right, uh...

I'll be sure that he gets it.

But, uh... Thank you.

Good night.

Good night.

Who is it?

Joe.

Just a minute, please.

You mind if I come in?

No, surely.

Thanks.

I thought you'd be sleeping.

I didn't even try.

I know it must
be difficult for you.

I mean, he might not be
the man you're looking for.

What time does the park open?

Not until in the
morning, 9 or 10:00.

Nine or ten.

Maybe we could
get a cup of coffee.

I think we're
better off right here.

I think I'll take a shower.

Mind if I have a little privacy?

Sure.

Are you going to
take that with you?

I thought I'd read it.

Well, do you mind
taking this one?

I haven't finished
an article in that one.

If it's any consolation to
you, I know how you feel.

Do you?

We got a definite ID from that
guy who runs the gas station.

It was Kimble, all
right. So where is he?

He phoned in a
couple of hours ago.

Said he wouldn't be
in tomorrow. Great.

We got a home address on him.

I sent Harry over to check
it out. It's on York Road.

Well, Mr. Mitchell,
what's Harry going to find?

Well, I don't know, lieutenant.

It's your investigation.
You figure it out.

Police headquarters.

Yeah, Harry. Yeah.

Uh-huh.

You're kidding.

Right.

Okay. You better hang
around there for a while.

It's a boarding house, and
he was staying there, all right.

But?

But the people haven't
seen him since dinner.

Got a surprise
for you, Mitchell.

Yeah?

You know that bird of yours?

Yeah?

It's right outside
the boarding house.

It's an ornament on the mailbox.

A metal rooster.

Looks like you've been
right on target, Mr. Mitchell.

Now, if he's skipped town,

he could sure be at
that park, couldn't he?

I suppose he could.

What is it, Mitchell?

I don't know. Something's
coming through again.

Do you think, uh...

Everything's green again.

And I see pictures.

A lot of little pictures.

What kind of pictures?

Postcards. Picture postcards.

Is that all?

No.

I see balloons

and a lot of little trinkets.

Are they in the park?

I think so.

I've never been
to that park but, uh,

do you suppose
it could be a shop,

a place they sell stuff?

It's possible.

But they... They wouldn't have
a shop in the middle of a park.

Yeah, well,

then maybe it's
a souvenir stand,

a tourist concession.

That could be.

Who are you phoning?

Spring City police.

If Kimble shows up at your
park they'll be waiting for him.

Well, lieutenant, I can't
guarantee anything.

But I have a strong
feeling he'll be there.

How far is it?

Just a few minutes
drive from here.

Good morning, ma'am.

Good morning. Have a nice trip.

Hope that message
wasn't bad news.

What message?

It was my husband. He
wanted me to call him.

Why?

Are we going to start the
cross-examination again?

I said why.

He phoned my sister last night

and he needed some
legal papers that I put away.

How did he know
where to find you?

He figured I'd stop
off some place.

He called the motel association.

You still don't
trust me, do you?

I don't know.

Well, make up your mind, please,

'cause we're almost there.

There's an entrance
right through there.

Where's the souvenir stand?

It's just on the other
side. You can't miss it.

I guess I should thank you.

Wait till you're
sure I've helped you.

Going to wait for me?

Sure. I'll be right here.

Joe?

Good luck.

Fairview Motor Lodge.

This is Mr. Warren.

Do you remember me?

We just checked out
a few minutes ago.

Sure. You were in room six.

What did you do, leave
something behind?

No. I'm just, uh,

checking on a message
that came in last night.

Oh, didn't you get it?

You mean it was for me?

That's right. Your friend
said she'd give it to you.

I guess she did,
but, uh, we lost it.

Do you remember what it said?

Well, you were supposed
to call somebody, um...

Who? It's important.

Oh, let's see, it was a man
named... Mc... McGrady?

McBride?

McBride. That's it.

Thank you.

Operator, I'd like to make
a long distance call, please.

Eh... What... Here's
some nice hot coffee.

Oh, thank you.

Yes.

Yes, I'll accept the charges.

I'm practically gone already.

Thanks.

What...

Is uh... Is everything
all right now?

Oh, it's fine,
including the coffee.

Be careful.

You just said something nice.

My problem is I'm too nice.

You take that room
of mine, for instance.

Shabby, rundown.

I should have demanded
new curtains a long while ago.

I should...

I don't understand
it. He was there.

You took him there.

I don't want to talk about it.

They waited for him all day.

All day and he never showed up.

Boy, I felt like a fool.

You felt like a fool.

Do you know what I felt like?

Making up excuses,
lying to him...

Now wait a minute...

Sal, you said this was
to be for us. It wasn't.

It's for you and
it's the last time.

And I mean it.

Well, what are you
getting so excited about?

You almost sound like
you're glad he got away.

I guess I am.

But the guy's a murderer.

Is he?

What did he do? Tell you
his life story or something?

Call it a feeling, Sal.

Maybe I got some emanations.

You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I do.

An anonymous room, another town.

For Richard Kimble
the day has ended.

But there's little time to rest.

Tomorrow his search continues.