The Fugitive (1963–1967): Season 3, Episode 5 - Conspiracy of Silence - full transcript
You're going
somewhere, Mr. Tate?
No.
What is this?
Well, you play it
anyway you like, mister,
but you wouldn't be
packed and ready to run
if you didn't know what this is.
Tell Beck what happened,
and that we've got
his man in custody.
Come on.
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, Donald Harron,
Malachi Throne.
Need the golf bags too.
All set? Yeah.
High Desert Inn, 62 miles from
the town of Reeseberg, Arizona,
is a vacation spot
for the very rich.
Tycoons and statesmen come
to spend long weekends here,
relaxing incommunicado.
For one man, depleted
by the terrible pace
of running for his life,
it is a vital oasis,
a needed place to
pause and recruit
his energy and hope.
Good evening.
Christopher Beck
and David Jones.
We have a reservation.
Yes, Mr. Beck. Bungalow 216.
How's the weather for golf?
Excellent for so
early in the year.
What's the situation?
Good. The place is almost empty.
I've cut the staff to the bones.
He okay?
I think so. Fred Tate.
I like him. But don't worry.
We're checking everything.
His room will be searched
before he goes off duty.
A thing like this, I
wouldn't trust my brother.
Just a moment, young man.
What happened to my highball?
I distinctly remember
leaving it there.
Right there.
Yes, sir, you left a
glass on the case.
Ah-ha! Now, who
else was in the room?
I took it to the bar.
Oh, to the bar!
Oh, I see.
Well, that's good thinking.
If you gentlemen will
join me, we'll drink to that.
No, thanks, old-timer.
Excuse me.
Of course I'll excuse you.
Gentlemen excuse
gentlemen, I'm sure.
Now, which way's the bar?
It's right over there, sir.
Place seems almost deserted.
It's a little early
in the season,
but we get golfers
on the weekends.
Eisenhower comes
here, doesn't he?
Well, I wouldn't
know, but they say
that George
Washington slept here.
I know, that's
what they all say.
Breakfast is at 6:30, if you're
going out for an early round.
I'll be glad to bring you
something now, if you like.
Send in some coffee is all.
And we'll take a 6:30
wake-up call. Okay?
Thank you, sir.
We can tee off at half-past 7.
Whatever happened to
the big time spenders?
I'll tell you what
I'm going to do.
I'll let you deliver the coffee.
Can I help you, sir?
No, nobody to drink with
so I'm putting myself to bed.
Goodnight.
Pickett, this is Mr. Jones.
He asked to sit in on this.
Everybody on time?
What's this, the staff? Right.
We got rid of five
and I put X's there
by two that I'm
still in doubt about.
Still in doubt?
I didn't get word
till this morning.
I couldn't work any faster.
We don't want to make local
news here with a wholesale layoff.
Who're the ones in
doubt? Which ones?
Uh... Berger, the
bartender. Drinks on the sly.
He may be a talker. Make sure.
And Fred Tate. The fellow
that brought you in here.
I thought Price acted
strained about him.
We'll search his room.
He works all night.
Room service,
telephone calls, whatever.
They hired him for the
stable but brought him inside.
Price is getting rid of guests
and cancelling reservations.
Only two couples registered,
both leaving tomorrow.
Yes, sir. Your coffee, sir.
And, oh, here you go, sir.
You would've, uh, raised
me to another bracket.
You know, Avery, for a bellhop
you make a darn good doctor.
I thought you were off duty.
Well, I am, but Tate suggested
that I serve the coffee.
I want you up at 6:30.
Before you turn in,
can you sneak a look
through Fred Tate's room?
I did, right after
he went on duty.
I couldn't find a chance
to talk to you about it.
You know, this is a little
out of my line but, uh,
it seems to me that
he travels very light,
and he uses this.
Hey, don't you ever sleep?
I'll hit the sack around noon.
Beck?
Telephone. It's long distance.
You go on out. I'll
pick you up at the turn.
Yeah.
We're right on schedule.
Jones is on his way out
now to get his end of it going.
What about Berger and Tate?
Yeah?
No kidding?
You know what to do.
All right, 86 the bartender.
Seems he's a real boozer.
Keep an eye on Tate.
His references may be phonies.
Maybe we should
ship him out too.
Just in case.
We will. Before noon.
Meantime, if he's
somebody special,
I want him where I can see him.
High Desert Inn. Good morning.
Oh, Mr. Kelley,
this is Homer Price.
Oh, Tate!
Just a moment, Mr. Kelley.
Uh, Tate, we're not going to
need you any more this morning.
Uh, you can punch out now.
Yes, sir.
Uh, Mr. Kelley,
I'm terribly sorry.
The Inn is completely
full until Friday.
I've made arrangements for
you at the Silver Sun, however,
and I'll have a
suite for you here,
beginning Friday
if it's convenient.
Hi. Fred, level with me.
Did you fink to Price about
me drinking on the job?
Somebody finked.
Where are you going?
He's sending me up to
Silver Sun till Monday.
He says quit drinkin'
or don't come back.
Somebody finked.
What are you doing up so early?
Price. He calls my
room, wakes me up,
tells me to get movin'!
New boys get all
the breaks, huh?
He just told me to
take off. I don't get it.
Something buggin' you, Fred?
A guy goes out to play golf,
instead he gets in a station
wagon and drives away.
Price has been telling
everyone the hotel is filled.
It's almost empty,
And he sends our only
bartender over to the Silver Sun.
Well, it ain't your hotel,
and it sure ain't mine.
You know that gem collection
is insured for a million dollars.
Let 'em steal it.
They won't take it
out of your salary.
Better get some sleep, Fred.
All right,
most of you were
here with me in 1962
when we conducted tests
out on the Federal range.
Tomorrow,
some gentlemen from
Washington are going to visit us.
General Orman Fredricks and
some others you'll recognize.
It will appear that they
are simply here to vacation
for a couple of days.
Major Beck will tell
you why they're coming.
Well, they're coming to observe.
Now first, security
clearance on all of you
have been brought up to date.
The General doesn't like me
to do that without telling you.
Second, we'll have a total
of maybe 80 people here,
technicians, security
guards and then the VIP's.
You'll have to feed us,
but most of the men
will sleep in the field.
Third,
we're going to test our defense
against a powerful enemy weapon,
out on the range about
two miles from here,
and I should like to add that
our neutralizer to this weapon
has been proved
100 percent effective
under laboratory conditions,
and we anticipate absolutely
no danger to any personnel,
even those actually in
the field of operations.
Mr. Jones is here of the
Banhauer-Hill Chemical Company,
the developer of this
neutralizing agent.
We'll do a dry-run
this afternoon
and go for broke tomorrow at 7,
if the weather is right.
That's all.
Thank you.
You're going
somewhere, Mr. Tate?
No.
What is this?
Well, you play it any
way you like, mister,
but you wouldn't be
packed and ready to run
if you didn't know what this is.
Tell Major Beck what happened
and that we've got
his man in custody.
Come on.
These sensing
devices will be placed
around the perimeter
of the target.
When the operator of one of
these sensors reads choke-point,
he will relay the information
back to command post.
I will give the order to
the section behind him
to release the detergents.
No section is to fire
except at my command.
AVERY: Castle Leader,
this is Castle Four.
Come in please. Over.
Now, if you'll move in closer,
Frank will demonstrate a
reading of the indicators.
Castle Leader, go ahead.
Roger.
First, the D supply is here
and coming out to you. Over.
Thanks Avery.
Now, what's second?
Washington ran a check
on those prints we sent out
and it seems there
isn't any Fred Tate.
But there is a non-com with the
Medics in Korea named Kimble,
Richard, N.M.I.
Have him brought to the
bungalow. I'll be right in.
I'll go with you.
I can take care of this.
If the tests had been held
at one of the proving grounds
we wouldn't run
into anything like this.
No, all we have to worry
about are 10 or 15,000 soldiers
and a couple more
thousand G-2's and 3's.
Look, I promised my
boss I'd look after things.
Anything that endangers
the success of this operation...
Might endanger your
own success, right?
You're out of line, Beck.
The D supply's on its way out.
You'd better see to that.
I'll keep you informed.
Come on, Fred, you're
not that surprised.
They tell me you're
in charge here.
Let's talk about you, Tate.
It turns out your fingerprints
belong to somebody else.
Somebody named Kimble.
A former medic in Korea.
How do you account for that?
It accounts for itself if you
have access to military records.
Oh, we have.
Why don't you tell
me who you are?
Why don't you tell us?
Why the masquerade?
Personal reason.
Your letter of
recommendation here, phony.
I needed a job, that's all.
That's the only reason?
Look, I'd like to know what
authority you people have.
If I'm a prisoner here
I'd like to know why.
All right,
this entire lodge is temporarily
under military jurisdiction
and you are a prisoner.
Chief... Will you
wait outside, please?
I expected to be present
for anything like this.
This is my function.
Yours is out there.
Kimble, I've asked
for an FBI report.
We should hear
from them any minute.
CIA, G2, the whole bit.
Believe me, the less you
tell, the worse it sounds.
Take him to the Silver Sun.
Price'll call for a room.
Lock yourself in with him
till I hear from Washington.
Uh, Beck, I don't know
what you're doing here.
What I'm doing here
is my job and I like it,
and I like the people
I'm doing it for.
And you think I'll
interfere with it?
I think you're a spy,
that's what I think.
I think you're a lousy spy!
You're kidding. Am I?
You turn up here
with a phony name,
phony references
and a bottle of hair dye,
and you're apprehended
trying to beat it out of here.
What do you expect me to think?
Get him out of here.
Beck, I'm sorry.
Forget it.
You'd better get back
out to the test site.
Yeah, all right, but a
couple of things first.
What about those fingerprints?
Okay, get in, slide over.
Get out of there!
Get out of there!
Get out of there!
Castle King, this
is Castle Leader.
All sections,
choke-point, choke-point!
What is it? What is it?
This is Castle Leader.
Choke-point, choke-point.
Target, are you
reading me? Over.
Target, acknowledge!
Target! Acknowledge! Over.
Major, it blew up!
The target blew,
the tanks blew up!
They're wrong! They're wrong!
Tell them they're wrong!
Why aren't you out there?
Section leaders,
section leaders,
your D-cans are released.
Repeat, your
D-cans are released.
Get out there!
Get to those men!
Yes, sir, it's
blowing southeast,
but not very hard yet. Over.
Send your support unit
to the downwind side,
and watch for Jones and
Avery, they're on their way out.
What happened?
A truck and a tank
of stuff blew up.
What's the danger?
None here, but five of Jones'
technical crew were hurt,
two of them pretty badly.
Avery's bringing them in.
Major.
I blew it.
Fan out! Fan out!
That way.
Sir, 17.9, reports
approaching choke-point.
Order them to fire detergents.
17.9, fire the detergents.
Unit three is clear
from that location,
moving southeast.
There appears to
be a pocket at 182.30.
I have three units reporting
rising readings there.
Wind velocity out here
is still 13 miles per hour
with gusts up to 18 miles.
Your gear's in there.
C minus 1.
C minus 1.
C minus 3.
All right, get Jones.
Never mind, I'll do it myself.
Castle King, this is Castle
Leader, come in, please. Over.
Castle King, this is Castle
Leader, come in, please. Over.
This is Castle King.
Come in, major. Over.
What's your situation, Jones?
The neutralizer works.
We can block their compound
wherever we find it. Over.
Then it's safe out there now?
Not completely. But it
will be within 24 hours.
All right.
Some of the VIP's are
coming in here early.
They're flying in from
Washington tonight.
They'll be here at 8:00.
Will you be back in time? Over.
Jones, acknowledge
this transmission. Over.
I'm coming in now.
Okay, did you get
what you wanted?
What am I supposed to want?
Was he exposed?
I don't know. The wind
was blowing the other way.
What do you mean exposed?
He doesn't know what!
He sure knew where to look.
I wasn't... Looking
for anything.
Doc, take a look at him.
Take off his handcuffs.
Remove his coat.
Roll up your sleeve,
please. What is this?
What are you afraid
of? Sodium penathol?
It's a decongestant.
Don't do us any favors.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Nurse, you see that he washes
down his face and his arms
and any other part
that's been exposed.
You better burn those
clothes, just in case.
I have a hotel
uniform in my room.
I can change into that.
We'll send for them.
18.305:
C minus 1.
181.305.
Better take care of him, he's
the only doctor you've got.
C minus 3.
C minus 2.
Check that.
C minus 2.
181.3... Who's
coming in tonight?
Not here.
182.00...
You shouldn't
have left the field.
The problem out there is solved.
We've got a problem here.
Now, who's coming tonight?
My general.
Your boss, Banhauer.
Secretary Pierce, I guess.
They must know
something went wrong.
They think everything's right.
Could they know about Kimble?
Bah.
Who'd you tell?
Nobody outside of my own office.
I asked for reports, that's all.
They why come in tonight?
To reassure Washington.
To prove that
everything's going all right.
To show that my
security is infallible.
Look, you leave Kimble to me
and think about what
you're going to say.
What I'm going to say?
Why weren't you out there
when the tank blew up?
You know perfectly
well what I was doing.
You were in here
bugged about my job.
Now listen, you
little tin soldier...
I'm not sore. I'm telling
you how it's going to look.
Kimble penetrated your security.
Now, you think how
that's going to look.
I know. Believe me, I know!
Major, your office
calling from Washington.
Hello.
Okay, put him on.
Burt? It's Beck.
You have? Good. What is it?
Yeah?
He is?
What's the charge?
What?
No, Burt, just surprised.
Everything's fine here.
Look, just sit on this
till I call you again.
Okay?
Thanks.
Well, what is it?
We can forget about
Kimble being a spy.
The FBI report?
Yeah.
He's... on the run
because he was convicted
on a charge of murder.
He's a doctor.
Kimble, my office in Washington
just gave me the
FBI report on you.
And?
It... Clarifies your problem.
It doesn't change mine much.
All right.
I want you to know I'm
going to try to escape.
But not right now.
I don't think your Doctor
Avery is going to make it alone.
Go get his other clothes.
Why don't you tell me
what this is all about?
What do you think
this is all about?
I don't know. Some
kind of testing.
Maybe it's gas. I don't know.
Now, you heard a lot and
you've seen a lot more.
The only thing is,
you've added it up wrong.
So wrong that you better
hear how it really is from the top.
I'd rather you have the truth
than be guessing so far off.
Major, I strongly
recommend that...
One of our so-called
Adversary Nations
has developed this stuff,
an air pollutant that
wipes out animal life.
Just wipes it out without
even bruising anything else.
Then they can flood the
area with a neutralizer
and when they're
ready, simply walk in.
Mr. Jones here was over
there for his company,
when he found out about it.
I think that's about
enough, major.
Anyhow, he managed to get
the pollutant formula back here
with an assist from a
couple of my colleagues,
and for the past year or so
Mr. Jones' company,
Banhauer-Hill Chemical,
has been trying to develop
a neutralizing agent for us.
That's what we're here for now.
You understand what I'm saying?
I think so.
The point is that if the world
finds out that we have it,
even have it,
before they declare themselves,
then we become the monsters
and they become the saviors.
Then the problem
is what to do with me.
How to make sure I...
Don't open my mouth
to the wrong people
at the wrong time.
That about sums it up.
Well, maybe you're
worrying for nothing.
If I have been
exposed to this stuff, I...
may be as good as dead already.
That's possible.
You and those other men in there
may have had no contact
with the substance at all.
The explosion tends to
carry it upwards at first,
but it's possible.
Avery!
Kimble's a doctor.
Put him to work.
A doctor?
I want to talk to you
outside a minute.
You shouldn't have
told him so much.
Where else do you draw the line?
Besides a wrong
guess could be worse,
and he has to know
if he's going to help.
He's the only
problem we've got left.
Don't you realize that?
Our schedule was upset
but the project succeeded.
Except for the fluke of Kimble.
And that fluke
can ruin both of us.
Look, I don't care about us.
Forget us.
We're talking about
the welfare of a country.
Look, Jones, I
think you're talking
about the president's
chair at Banhauer-Hill,
and right now you're afraid
that Kimble's going to
pull it out from under you.
Let's talk about careers.
What about the career
of a security officer
who lets a wanted murderer in
on the biggest military
secret in five years?
So, what's your answer?
What would you
do out on the range
if a missile went
out of control?
Come on, Jones.
We don't have any moral right
to make a decision like that.
Moral right?
This isn't a question
of moral righ...
Look, there's every chance
he might escape, isn't there?
What's your point?
He knows everything
there is to know.
He could talk to anybody.
You can't even turn him over
to the police without risking more
than you have any
moral right to risk.
If he was exposed,
he's walking evidence.
His symptoms will
show up any time.
And suppose you do
turn him over to the police,
then where does he go?
To the executioner.
Beck!
Beck!
Avery!
What's wrong?
I... I got... Too
much of the stuff...
It's too much.
You tell Kimble... Tell him...
What do I do?
Come on! What do I do?
Nurse, we're putting
Dr. Kimble in charge.
You better fill him in.
Doctor, if you'll come with me.
Not much more he can do.
After he's through with
that, the nurses can handle it.
Yeah.
That's when he
becomes expendable.
We've got a couple of
hours until they get here.
You talk like it's judgment
day or something.
For some of us it
might turn out that way.
He can have another shot
in a half an hour if he needs it.
Doctor. How are you doing?
Not bad. You?
Who knows?
A full shot of the
stuff and I'd be dead.
When it comes on late
like this, who knows?
We saved the animals in the lab.
The only difference is
we're a little bigger
than the animals.
You better watch out.
Respiration, pulse
and temperature.
You're still in danger.
Yeah.
Come on, get some rest and food.
We'll call your room
if anything's wrong.
All right. Kimble.
I want you to know I
appreciate what you've done.
Yeah.
I mean, you could have...
You didn't have
to help us in there.
You probably saved
at least one life and...
Forget it.
I'm sorry that you
had to get yourself
mixed up in all of this.
Well, we're all in a spot.
I guess we are.
Kimble, this death sentence,
are you guilty?
No.
You've made up your mind?
It was made up
from the beginning.
I'm going to hold him
for General Fredricks.
You were planning to escape.
What happened to
the guard outside?
He's unconscious.
I can get you past the
others. Why should you?
Oh, look, Kimble, as soon as
General Fredricks gets here,
Beck's going to turn you
over to the Military Police.
By tomorrow you'll be back
on death row. Do you want that?
No, but why shouldn't you?
I'm a risk, aren't I?
Security is Beck's department.
And he is very military.
Now that gives him a certain
rigidity in his point of view.
But that's not the point.
I owe you something.
For what you did for my men.
Those were my
employees, you know.
Come on!
I couldn't tell you over
the telephone, general,
without a scrambler on the line.
I don't think any
harm has been done.
He hasn't spoken to anyone.
Murchison!
Go ahead. Join the search.
Make yourself an alibi.
My alibi's perfect. You run!
Shot in the back
while trying to escape.
Guards!
Down here!
Hold it.
You're coming back.
I'm not going to die for
a crime I didn't commit.
I'm sorry, I'm bringing you in.
I'm going to turn
around and walk away.
If you want to shoot me,
you shoot me in the back.
That's what you're
going to have to do.
I had the man in custody.
I intended to wait
until you arrived
and then recommend
turning him over to the police.
And instead, you let him go.
I acted on my
judgment of the man.
I believe he'll never
mention what he knows.
And I'm pretty sure if we had
turned him over to the police,
the whole thing would
have had to come out.
I know I could never have
brought him back here alive.
Your orders directed
you to use any means
to safeguard this demonstration.
Sir, would you have shot him?
Major,
the fact remains that you
were the chief security officer
on this project and
there's been a slip-up.
I'm obliged to put
this in your report.
Yes, sir.
Sir, shall I put
in for a transfer?
Why?
Don't you like this work?
Yes, sir, but if there's to
be an inquiry, it might...
Now, what exactly could
a court of inquiry learn
that I don't already know?
If this is going any
further, you'll hear from me.
Is that clear?
Yes, sir.
What about Jones?
Mr. Jones is already in custody.
Among other things
there's the matter
of his assaulting one
of your security guards.
Yes, sir.
All secrets are
safe with this man,
because none is as
deadly to him as his own.
His secret is that
he is Richard Kimble.
somewhere, Mr. Tate?
No.
What is this?
Well, you play it
anyway you like, mister,
but you wouldn't be
packed and ready to run
if you didn't know what this is.
Tell Beck what happened,
and that we've got
his man in custody.
Come on.
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, Donald Harron,
Malachi Throne.
Need the golf bags too.
All set? Yeah.
High Desert Inn, 62 miles from
the town of Reeseberg, Arizona,
is a vacation spot
for the very rich.
Tycoons and statesmen come
to spend long weekends here,
relaxing incommunicado.
For one man, depleted
by the terrible pace
of running for his life,
it is a vital oasis,
a needed place to
pause and recruit
his energy and hope.
Good evening.
Christopher Beck
and David Jones.
We have a reservation.
Yes, Mr. Beck. Bungalow 216.
How's the weather for golf?
Excellent for so
early in the year.
What's the situation?
Good. The place is almost empty.
I've cut the staff to the bones.
He okay?
I think so. Fred Tate.
I like him. But don't worry.
We're checking everything.
His room will be searched
before he goes off duty.
A thing like this, I
wouldn't trust my brother.
Just a moment, young man.
What happened to my highball?
I distinctly remember
leaving it there.
Right there.
Yes, sir, you left a
glass on the case.
Ah-ha! Now, who
else was in the room?
I took it to the bar.
Oh, to the bar!
Oh, I see.
Well, that's good thinking.
If you gentlemen will
join me, we'll drink to that.
No, thanks, old-timer.
Excuse me.
Of course I'll excuse you.
Gentlemen excuse
gentlemen, I'm sure.
Now, which way's the bar?
It's right over there, sir.
Place seems almost deserted.
It's a little early
in the season,
but we get golfers
on the weekends.
Eisenhower comes
here, doesn't he?
Well, I wouldn't
know, but they say
that George
Washington slept here.
I know, that's
what they all say.
Breakfast is at 6:30, if you're
going out for an early round.
I'll be glad to bring you
something now, if you like.
Send in some coffee is all.
And we'll take a 6:30
wake-up call. Okay?
Thank you, sir.
We can tee off at half-past 7.
Whatever happened to
the big time spenders?
I'll tell you what
I'm going to do.
I'll let you deliver the coffee.
Can I help you, sir?
No, nobody to drink with
so I'm putting myself to bed.
Goodnight.
Pickett, this is Mr. Jones.
He asked to sit in on this.
Everybody on time?
What's this, the staff? Right.
We got rid of five
and I put X's there
by two that I'm
still in doubt about.
Still in doubt?
I didn't get word
till this morning.
I couldn't work any faster.
We don't want to make local
news here with a wholesale layoff.
Who're the ones in
doubt? Which ones?
Uh... Berger, the
bartender. Drinks on the sly.
He may be a talker. Make sure.
And Fred Tate. The fellow
that brought you in here.
I thought Price acted
strained about him.
We'll search his room.
He works all night.
Room service,
telephone calls, whatever.
They hired him for the
stable but brought him inside.
Price is getting rid of guests
and cancelling reservations.
Only two couples registered,
both leaving tomorrow.
Yes, sir. Your coffee, sir.
And, oh, here you go, sir.
You would've, uh, raised
me to another bracket.
You know, Avery, for a bellhop
you make a darn good doctor.
I thought you were off duty.
Well, I am, but Tate suggested
that I serve the coffee.
I want you up at 6:30.
Before you turn in,
can you sneak a look
through Fred Tate's room?
I did, right after
he went on duty.
I couldn't find a chance
to talk to you about it.
You know, this is a little
out of my line but, uh,
it seems to me that
he travels very light,
and he uses this.
Hey, don't you ever sleep?
I'll hit the sack around noon.
Beck?
Telephone. It's long distance.
You go on out. I'll
pick you up at the turn.
Yeah.
We're right on schedule.
Jones is on his way out
now to get his end of it going.
What about Berger and Tate?
Yeah?
No kidding?
You know what to do.
All right, 86 the bartender.
Seems he's a real boozer.
Keep an eye on Tate.
His references may be phonies.
Maybe we should
ship him out too.
Just in case.
We will. Before noon.
Meantime, if he's
somebody special,
I want him where I can see him.
High Desert Inn. Good morning.
Oh, Mr. Kelley,
this is Homer Price.
Oh, Tate!
Just a moment, Mr. Kelley.
Uh, Tate, we're not going to
need you any more this morning.
Uh, you can punch out now.
Yes, sir.
Uh, Mr. Kelley,
I'm terribly sorry.
The Inn is completely
full until Friday.
I've made arrangements for
you at the Silver Sun, however,
and I'll have a
suite for you here,
beginning Friday
if it's convenient.
Hi. Fred, level with me.
Did you fink to Price about
me drinking on the job?
Somebody finked.
Where are you going?
He's sending me up to
Silver Sun till Monday.
He says quit drinkin'
or don't come back.
Somebody finked.
What are you doing up so early?
Price. He calls my
room, wakes me up,
tells me to get movin'!
New boys get all
the breaks, huh?
He just told me to
take off. I don't get it.
Something buggin' you, Fred?
A guy goes out to play golf,
instead he gets in a station
wagon and drives away.
Price has been telling
everyone the hotel is filled.
It's almost empty,
And he sends our only
bartender over to the Silver Sun.
Well, it ain't your hotel,
and it sure ain't mine.
You know that gem collection
is insured for a million dollars.
Let 'em steal it.
They won't take it
out of your salary.
Better get some sleep, Fred.
All right,
most of you were
here with me in 1962
when we conducted tests
out on the Federal range.
Tomorrow,
some gentlemen from
Washington are going to visit us.
General Orman Fredricks and
some others you'll recognize.
It will appear that they
are simply here to vacation
for a couple of days.
Major Beck will tell
you why they're coming.
Well, they're coming to observe.
Now first, security
clearance on all of you
have been brought up to date.
The General doesn't like me
to do that without telling you.
Second, we'll have a total
of maybe 80 people here,
technicians, security
guards and then the VIP's.
You'll have to feed us,
but most of the men
will sleep in the field.
Third,
we're going to test our defense
against a powerful enemy weapon,
out on the range about
two miles from here,
and I should like to add that
our neutralizer to this weapon
has been proved
100 percent effective
under laboratory conditions,
and we anticipate absolutely
no danger to any personnel,
even those actually in
the field of operations.
Mr. Jones is here of the
Banhauer-Hill Chemical Company,
the developer of this
neutralizing agent.
We'll do a dry-run
this afternoon
and go for broke tomorrow at 7,
if the weather is right.
That's all.
Thank you.
You're going
somewhere, Mr. Tate?
No.
What is this?
Well, you play it any
way you like, mister,
but you wouldn't be
packed and ready to run
if you didn't know what this is.
Tell Major Beck what happened
and that we've got
his man in custody.
Come on.
These sensing
devices will be placed
around the perimeter
of the target.
When the operator of one of
these sensors reads choke-point,
he will relay the information
back to command post.
I will give the order to
the section behind him
to release the detergents.
No section is to fire
except at my command.
AVERY: Castle Leader,
this is Castle Four.
Come in please. Over.
Now, if you'll move in closer,
Frank will demonstrate a
reading of the indicators.
Castle Leader, go ahead.
Roger.
First, the D supply is here
and coming out to you. Over.
Thanks Avery.
Now, what's second?
Washington ran a check
on those prints we sent out
and it seems there
isn't any Fred Tate.
But there is a non-com with the
Medics in Korea named Kimble,
Richard, N.M.I.
Have him brought to the
bungalow. I'll be right in.
I'll go with you.
I can take care of this.
If the tests had been held
at one of the proving grounds
we wouldn't run
into anything like this.
No, all we have to worry
about are 10 or 15,000 soldiers
and a couple more
thousand G-2's and 3's.
Look, I promised my
boss I'd look after things.
Anything that endangers
the success of this operation...
Might endanger your
own success, right?
You're out of line, Beck.
The D supply's on its way out.
You'd better see to that.
I'll keep you informed.
Come on, Fred, you're
not that surprised.
They tell me you're
in charge here.
Let's talk about you, Tate.
It turns out your fingerprints
belong to somebody else.
Somebody named Kimble.
A former medic in Korea.
How do you account for that?
It accounts for itself if you
have access to military records.
Oh, we have.
Why don't you tell
me who you are?
Why don't you tell us?
Why the masquerade?
Personal reason.
Your letter of
recommendation here, phony.
I needed a job, that's all.
That's the only reason?
Look, I'd like to know what
authority you people have.
If I'm a prisoner here
I'd like to know why.
All right,
this entire lodge is temporarily
under military jurisdiction
and you are a prisoner.
Chief... Will you
wait outside, please?
I expected to be present
for anything like this.
This is my function.
Yours is out there.
Kimble, I've asked
for an FBI report.
We should hear
from them any minute.
CIA, G2, the whole bit.
Believe me, the less you
tell, the worse it sounds.
Take him to the Silver Sun.
Price'll call for a room.
Lock yourself in with him
till I hear from Washington.
Uh, Beck, I don't know
what you're doing here.
What I'm doing here
is my job and I like it,
and I like the people
I'm doing it for.
And you think I'll
interfere with it?
I think you're a spy,
that's what I think.
I think you're a lousy spy!
You're kidding. Am I?
You turn up here
with a phony name,
phony references
and a bottle of hair dye,
and you're apprehended
trying to beat it out of here.
What do you expect me to think?
Get him out of here.
Beck, I'm sorry.
Forget it.
You'd better get back
out to the test site.
Yeah, all right, but a
couple of things first.
What about those fingerprints?
Okay, get in, slide over.
Get out of there!
Get out of there!
Get out of there!
Castle King, this
is Castle Leader.
All sections,
choke-point, choke-point!
What is it? What is it?
This is Castle Leader.
Choke-point, choke-point.
Target, are you
reading me? Over.
Target, acknowledge!
Target! Acknowledge! Over.
Major, it blew up!
The target blew,
the tanks blew up!
They're wrong! They're wrong!
Tell them they're wrong!
Why aren't you out there?
Section leaders,
section leaders,
your D-cans are released.
Repeat, your
D-cans are released.
Get out there!
Get to those men!
Yes, sir, it's
blowing southeast,
but not very hard yet. Over.
Send your support unit
to the downwind side,
and watch for Jones and
Avery, they're on their way out.
What happened?
A truck and a tank
of stuff blew up.
What's the danger?
None here, but five of Jones'
technical crew were hurt,
two of them pretty badly.
Avery's bringing them in.
Major.
I blew it.
Fan out! Fan out!
That way.
Sir, 17.9, reports
approaching choke-point.
Order them to fire detergents.
17.9, fire the detergents.
Unit three is clear
from that location,
moving southeast.
There appears to
be a pocket at 182.30.
I have three units reporting
rising readings there.
Wind velocity out here
is still 13 miles per hour
with gusts up to 18 miles.
Your gear's in there.
C minus 1.
C minus 1.
C minus 3.
All right, get Jones.
Never mind, I'll do it myself.
Castle King, this is Castle
Leader, come in, please. Over.
Castle King, this is Castle
Leader, come in, please. Over.
This is Castle King.
Come in, major. Over.
What's your situation, Jones?
The neutralizer works.
We can block their compound
wherever we find it. Over.
Then it's safe out there now?
Not completely. But it
will be within 24 hours.
All right.
Some of the VIP's are
coming in here early.
They're flying in from
Washington tonight.
They'll be here at 8:00.
Will you be back in time? Over.
Jones, acknowledge
this transmission. Over.
I'm coming in now.
Okay, did you get
what you wanted?
What am I supposed to want?
Was he exposed?
I don't know. The wind
was blowing the other way.
What do you mean exposed?
He doesn't know what!
He sure knew where to look.
I wasn't... Looking
for anything.
Doc, take a look at him.
Take off his handcuffs.
Remove his coat.
Roll up your sleeve,
please. What is this?
What are you afraid
of? Sodium penathol?
It's a decongestant.
Don't do us any favors.
Oh. I'm sorry.
Nurse, you see that he washes
down his face and his arms
and any other part
that's been exposed.
You better burn those
clothes, just in case.
I have a hotel
uniform in my room.
I can change into that.
We'll send for them.
18.305:
C minus 1.
181.305.
Better take care of him, he's
the only doctor you've got.
C minus 3.
C minus 2.
Check that.
C minus 2.
181.3... Who's
coming in tonight?
Not here.
182.00...
You shouldn't
have left the field.
The problem out there is solved.
We've got a problem here.
Now, who's coming tonight?
My general.
Your boss, Banhauer.
Secretary Pierce, I guess.
They must know
something went wrong.
They think everything's right.
Could they know about Kimble?
Bah.
Who'd you tell?
Nobody outside of my own office.
I asked for reports, that's all.
They why come in tonight?
To reassure Washington.
To prove that
everything's going all right.
To show that my
security is infallible.
Look, you leave Kimble to me
and think about what
you're going to say.
What I'm going to say?
Why weren't you out there
when the tank blew up?
You know perfectly
well what I was doing.
You were in here
bugged about my job.
Now listen, you
little tin soldier...
I'm not sore. I'm telling
you how it's going to look.
Kimble penetrated your security.
Now, you think how
that's going to look.
I know. Believe me, I know!
Major, your office
calling from Washington.
Hello.
Okay, put him on.
Burt? It's Beck.
You have? Good. What is it?
Yeah?
He is?
What's the charge?
What?
No, Burt, just surprised.
Everything's fine here.
Look, just sit on this
till I call you again.
Okay?
Thanks.
Well, what is it?
We can forget about
Kimble being a spy.
The FBI report?
Yeah.
He's... on the run
because he was convicted
on a charge of murder.
He's a doctor.
Kimble, my office in Washington
just gave me the
FBI report on you.
And?
It... Clarifies your problem.
It doesn't change mine much.
All right.
I want you to know I'm
going to try to escape.
But not right now.
I don't think your Doctor
Avery is going to make it alone.
Go get his other clothes.
Why don't you tell me
what this is all about?
What do you think
this is all about?
I don't know. Some
kind of testing.
Maybe it's gas. I don't know.
Now, you heard a lot and
you've seen a lot more.
The only thing is,
you've added it up wrong.
So wrong that you better
hear how it really is from the top.
I'd rather you have the truth
than be guessing so far off.
Major, I strongly
recommend that...
One of our so-called
Adversary Nations
has developed this stuff,
an air pollutant that
wipes out animal life.
Just wipes it out without
even bruising anything else.
Then they can flood the
area with a neutralizer
and when they're
ready, simply walk in.
Mr. Jones here was over
there for his company,
when he found out about it.
I think that's about
enough, major.
Anyhow, he managed to get
the pollutant formula back here
with an assist from a
couple of my colleagues,
and for the past year or so
Mr. Jones' company,
Banhauer-Hill Chemical,
has been trying to develop
a neutralizing agent for us.
That's what we're here for now.
You understand what I'm saying?
I think so.
The point is that if the world
finds out that we have it,
even have it,
before they declare themselves,
then we become the monsters
and they become the saviors.
Then the problem
is what to do with me.
How to make sure I...
Don't open my mouth
to the wrong people
at the wrong time.
That about sums it up.
Well, maybe you're
worrying for nothing.
If I have been
exposed to this stuff, I...
may be as good as dead already.
That's possible.
You and those other men in there
may have had no contact
with the substance at all.
The explosion tends to
carry it upwards at first,
but it's possible.
Avery!
Kimble's a doctor.
Put him to work.
A doctor?
I want to talk to you
outside a minute.
You shouldn't have
told him so much.
Where else do you draw the line?
Besides a wrong
guess could be worse,
and he has to know
if he's going to help.
He's the only
problem we've got left.
Don't you realize that?
Our schedule was upset
but the project succeeded.
Except for the fluke of Kimble.
And that fluke
can ruin both of us.
Look, I don't care about us.
Forget us.
We're talking about
the welfare of a country.
Look, Jones, I
think you're talking
about the president's
chair at Banhauer-Hill,
and right now you're afraid
that Kimble's going to
pull it out from under you.
Let's talk about careers.
What about the career
of a security officer
who lets a wanted murderer in
on the biggest military
secret in five years?
So, what's your answer?
What would you
do out on the range
if a missile went
out of control?
Come on, Jones.
We don't have any moral right
to make a decision like that.
Moral right?
This isn't a question
of moral righ...
Look, there's every chance
he might escape, isn't there?
What's your point?
He knows everything
there is to know.
He could talk to anybody.
You can't even turn him over
to the police without risking more
than you have any
moral right to risk.
If he was exposed,
he's walking evidence.
His symptoms will
show up any time.
And suppose you do
turn him over to the police,
then where does he go?
To the executioner.
Beck!
Beck!
Avery!
What's wrong?
I... I got... Too
much of the stuff...
It's too much.
You tell Kimble... Tell him...
What do I do?
Come on! What do I do?
Nurse, we're putting
Dr. Kimble in charge.
You better fill him in.
Doctor, if you'll come with me.
Not much more he can do.
After he's through with
that, the nurses can handle it.
Yeah.
That's when he
becomes expendable.
We've got a couple of
hours until they get here.
You talk like it's judgment
day or something.
For some of us it
might turn out that way.
He can have another shot
in a half an hour if he needs it.
Doctor. How are you doing?
Not bad. You?
Who knows?
A full shot of the
stuff and I'd be dead.
When it comes on late
like this, who knows?
We saved the animals in the lab.
The only difference is
we're a little bigger
than the animals.
You better watch out.
Respiration, pulse
and temperature.
You're still in danger.
Yeah.
Come on, get some rest and food.
We'll call your room
if anything's wrong.
All right. Kimble.
I want you to know I
appreciate what you've done.
Yeah.
I mean, you could have...
You didn't have
to help us in there.
You probably saved
at least one life and...
Forget it.
I'm sorry that you
had to get yourself
mixed up in all of this.
Well, we're all in a spot.
I guess we are.
Kimble, this death sentence,
are you guilty?
No.
You've made up your mind?
It was made up
from the beginning.
I'm going to hold him
for General Fredricks.
You were planning to escape.
What happened to
the guard outside?
He's unconscious.
I can get you past the
others. Why should you?
Oh, look, Kimble, as soon as
General Fredricks gets here,
Beck's going to turn you
over to the Military Police.
By tomorrow you'll be back
on death row. Do you want that?
No, but why shouldn't you?
I'm a risk, aren't I?
Security is Beck's department.
And he is very military.
Now that gives him a certain
rigidity in his point of view.
But that's not the point.
I owe you something.
For what you did for my men.
Those were my
employees, you know.
Come on!
I couldn't tell you over
the telephone, general,
without a scrambler on the line.
I don't think any
harm has been done.
He hasn't spoken to anyone.
Murchison!
Go ahead. Join the search.
Make yourself an alibi.
My alibi's perfect. You run!
Shot in the back
while trying to escape.
Guards!
Down here!
Hold it.
You're coming back.
I'm not going to die for
a crime I didn't commit.
I'm sorry, I'm bringing you in.
I'm going to turn
around and walk away.
If you want to shoot me,
you shoot me in the back.
That's what you're
going to have to do.
I had the man in custody.
I intended to wait
until you arrived
and then recommend
turning him over to the police.
And instead, you let him go.
I acted on my
judgment of the man.
I believe he'll never
mention what he knows.
And I'm pretty sure if we had
turned him over to the police,
the whole thing would
have had to come out.
I know I could never have
brought him back here alive.
Your orders directed
you to use any means
to safeguard this demonstration.
Sir, would you have shot him?
Major,
the fact remains that you
were the chief security officer
on this project and
there's been a slip-up.
I'm obliged to put
this in your report.
Yes, sir.
Sir, shall I put
in for a transfer?
Why?
Don't you like this work?
Yes, sir, but if there's to
be an inquiry, it might...
Now, what exactly could
a court of inquiry learn
that I don't already know?
If this is going any
further, you'll hear from me.
Is that clear?
Yes, sir.
What about Jones?
Mr. Jones is already in custody.
Among other things
there's the matter
of his assaulting one
of your security guards.
Yes, sir.
All secrets are
safe with this man,
because none is as
deadly to him as his own.
His secret is that
he is Richard Kimble.