The Fugitive (1963–1967): Season 3, Episode 6 - Three Cheers for Little Boy Blue - full transcript

Mort, why the
lights and the siren?

You'll wake up the whole town.

You mean you never
checked on this guy?

George, where is
he now? I don't know.

So I went up to his
room but he was gone.

He must have
suspected something.

Which way do you
think he's headed?

For the river, I guess.

Jack, check out his room.

See what you find.

Schroeder, check the
banquet room and the alley exit.



We'll pick him up.

Believe me, it could
have been a lot worse.

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:

Richard Anderson,
Edward Asner, Fay Spain.

He used to be a
doctor of medicine.

He's a chauffeur now.

Driving his employer home

to the small Midwestern
town where he was born.

Home.

For the man at the
wheel, it is only a word,

because there is
no home for him.

Not now.

Because he's Richard Kimble.

A fugitive.

Jack, we're practically
in Ardmore now.

I'd like to tell the
committee you're in.

Jack, listen to me.

You'll thank me some day.

This is going to be the hottest
industrial complex in the state.

Yes, okay, tomorrow
morning, no later.

Call me at the hotel.

What a guy has
to do for business.

Not in Ardmore,
for crying out loud.

Pull in over there.

That's a hotel no
matter what you think.

Nothing's changed.

Hey!

Hiya, Mort. George.

You old son of a gun,

what's the idea,
sneaking in early like this?

What am I going to tell
the welcoming committee?

They're inside right now.

Tell them I goofed.

Mort Graham.
Our chief of police.

Tom Nash. A friend of
mine. Drove up with me.

I drove up for him.

Glad to have you.
Anything I can do for you.

I'll just check in, get
rid of these bags, huh?

Tom, do me a favor, will you?

Call my aunt and tell her we'll
be out in about half an hour.

Yeah, sure.

George, I can't tell you
what it means to the town.

What you're doing for us.

Now, don't get sticky, will ya?

It'll be bad enough at
the parade tomorrow.

Relax and enjoy it.
You've earned it, George.

As a matter of fact,

we're having a little
party for you tonight.

Good.

Oh, uh, can I help you?

I think you have
a reservation for...

Oh, excuse me.

Is there a phone I can use?

Oh, uh, yes, sir.

Right over there.

Ah. Hello?

Oh, no, no, no. Mr. Forster
hasn't checked in yet.

Can you give me a number?

Yes. That phone right there.

However, we're
expecting him later today.

Yes, I can put a
message in his box.

Okay, just say,
"Forster, start sweating.

This time tomorrow
you'll be dead."

You see, you're
just out of practice.

No, Mort, out of shape.

Go on in and face
them. I'll see you later.

Right.

This I know. I know
the lines were crossed.

I heard what he said.

I guess I must have had
the other house phone

plugged in on yours.

I don't care how it
happened. Just who.

Oh, hello, Mr. Forster.

Hello, what's up, Tom?

I tried to call your aunt.

Somebody got on the line.

He left a message for you.

For me?

He said he wanted to kill you.

Eight hours driving and
some people hear bells...

Wait a minute, ask
him. He took the call.

Oh, just some kind
of a joke, you know.

Sure. You said the
other house phone.

Where is it?

In the TV lounge
right in through there.

Good, that's good, Pete.

Now, we got to get
everything in place.

Hey, that looks real fine.

We'll put that across
the speaker's platform.

Mm-hm.

Who are they? The
chamber of commerce.

You want to join?

Now, we got to get
the table and chairs

and put them up in
the middle... Roy, Roy.

He's here. Georgie. Hey!

Georgie. Georgie, boy.

Hello. How are you? Come on.

Good, good to see you.

Yeah. You haven't changed a bit.

Listen to this.

I didn't mean to
break up a meeting.

It's practically over anyway.

Arvin. Still have that old
soda fountain in the drug store?

Why, you want your old job back?

You never can tell.

I might.

Ben.

How are you, fella?

Oh, about the same, I guess.

Don't have to ask about you.

Hey, let's get a car and tear
up the town like old times.

We'll get a couple of belts.

At least a cup of coffee.

I'd like to but I have to
see my aunt, you know.

It will just take a few minutes.

Anyway we'll...
We'll see you tonight.

I'll be the first one there.

Good.

Gotta get this all finished up.

Say, Tom, on second
thought, I'll call my aunt myself.

Roy, do you think you
can scare up a decent room

for my friend Tom Nash here?

Any friend of Georgie's
gets the presidential suite.

Come on.

Great bunch of guys.

Which way to your aunt's?

Down to the
corner and turn left.

Hey.

Ben's place looks run down.

Same old movie house, beanery.

Same old town.

You're looking for someone?

Maybe.

A kid who, uh,
used to live here?

Georgie Forster?

Don't spend too much
time looking for him.

Not after that phone call.

Look, this is my town.
These are my people.

Outside from my
aunt, it's all I've got.

I was only saying.
You said it. I heard it.

Now, let's forget it.

There's the drugstore.

Is that where you used to work?

Yeah.

Your stomach's acting up.

He must be back.

How does he look?

Well fed.

Rich. That's too bad.

I mean, it's too bad
that he didn't come back

looking for a hand out.

I don't know what you mean.

Well, at least then you could
have said, "I told you so."

He didn't have a penny
and you were barely 18.

What sort of father would I
have been to let you go with him?

It's a shame that we never
really had a chance to find out.

Where are you going?

I'm a lot more than
barely 18 now, Daddy.

I'm going to get a drink.

It's so wonderful
to see you again.

So wonderful.

I'll be coming back often now.

When we start
building our first factory.

Now, I have some
business with Mrs. Hurtig.

I don't like to be alone.

You won't be.

I'll leave my friend with you.

She'll want to hold your face.

Come on the other side, please.

Your nephew told
me all about you.

That's a good face.
Did you meet Nora?

No, ma'am.

It seemed so right.
The two of them.

Take him away. Ma'am?

Take him away before
this town breaks his heart.

I'll get the keys. Right.

Georgie. Yeah.

Four yards to a first down.

Forty-three. Sixty-two.
Eighty-seven.

Hut! Ah!

Ha.

You all right?

Was... Was a time I
could move to the left.

You're a real pro, Roy.

Almost, but not
quite. Right, Georgie?

Tom, go get that basket of
fruit and run it out to my aunt's.

Yeah, sure.

And don't forget
that seating list.

Don't bother with those.

Kobey.

Room number seven, Georgie.

Lucky number for a lucky guy.

Thanks, Roy, I'll get these.

Ah, yeah. This way, Mr. Forster.

Thank you.

Are you a friend of his?

Like that.

You know why anyone in this
town would want to kill him?

Georgie?

Kill Georgie?

You flipped or something?

Boy, you better
get off that stuff.

He's like saving this town
from the walking dead.

Who'd want to spoil that?

I don't know.

You talk to the chief?

No, he wouldn't let me.

Probably some old crank

who caught him stealing
peaches 30 years ago.

I gotta check on
the party set up.

Operator.

Give me the police.

Eh. Well, here you
are, Mr. Forster.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

If I had to, I wouldn't.

Thank you very, very much.

Well, thanks a lot.

I, uh...

Drove by the store.

I looked for you.

I was there.

I've always been there.

Is this the new industrial city
you're going to build for us?

Yes.

Let's talk about us.

You know something?

I needed a drink to
get myself up here.

To see me?

Yeah, you're an
important man, George,

but then you always said you'd
make something of yourself.

You said things too, Nora.

We both said a lot of things.

Here comes the cavalry.

Ardmore is saved.

Very funny.

It's true, though.

But they're not worth it.

Nora... You age
very well, George.

I've kept active.

What about you?

Well, you know
what Ardmore is like.

What the devil is it?

My aftershave lotion?

What?

Well, I move here,
you move there,

like magnets that don't match.

You still get angry
when you don't

get your own way, don't you.

Well, hooray, at least
you remember something.

Please.

Nora, there's no place to run.

The world is too small.

You remember that too.

Hey, there's
nothing to cry about.

It's been so long, George,

and you don't know me anymore.

Well, we'll have to do
something about that.

Yes.

I guess we will.

Easy, easy.

We're not a couple kids anymore.

Hey, George, open up
in the name of the law.

I'll get rid of him.

Now, you wait, you hear?

Oh, hello, Mort, come on in.

Thanks, George.

Need a witness on
that parking meter case?

No, no, we've got him cold,

but you're another
problem, George.

Nothing in the world
like feeling wanted.

I mean security.

You're a big, important man now.

Make things easy for me.

Let me detail some men.

Who you been talking to?

Oh, some kook.

Called me just a minute ago.

Wouldn't give his name.

Said if you ride in the
parade, you're dead.

Two men? No men.

Would you carry a gun?

My coat wouldn't hang right.

One man?

Mort, I mean it.

I'll walk, I'll kick
the whole thing.

I didn't come back here to
be surrounded like a king.

Or a gangster.

What then?

I've been hunting for the
right spot for two years.

If it came up Ardmore,

and the project does
you some good, swell.

I'll even buy the
speeches and the parade.

But if you start listening
to every joker that calls...

I had to go through the motions.

See you tonight?

You bet.

I'm glad you came over, Mort.

I'll see you, George.

Nora?

Nora?

Excuse me.

Would you see that
a section's roped off

for Mr. Forster's friends?

You bet. Thank you.

For the hanging? What?

Or an auction, maybe.

It's supposed to be a tribute.

You're with George, aren't you?

I work for him.

No.

Nobody works for George.

You're either with him
or he fires you, right?

You're Nora, aren't you?

His aunt mentioned you.

I go out and talk
to her sometimes.

I'm going out there now.
Can I give you a ride?

Hey, Nora.

Guess what?

You've got a bottle in the car?

So? Let's go.

Not now, Charlie. I'm busy.

All of a sudden you're busy.

The minute the big
guy waltzes into town

you forget your old
drinking buddies, don't you?

Charlie, please.

Wait a minute.

I don't think the lady
wants to go with you.

If I'm paying for the booze,
she wants to go, buddy,

now you stay outta this.

It doesn't look
like it, does it?

You're right. I guess
there's no sense

in fighting over a
dame that's skipped out.

You went to see him, didn't you?

Am I still too good
for him, Daddy?

All I know is he
walked out on you

and ever since then you've
been running to the nearest bottle.

It wasn't that he left,
it was that I stayed.

The fact is he did leave

and if you don't care
about yourself, I do.

Do you care about this, Daddy?

What does that...?

That's what happens to
things that you care about.

Yeah, but that, what
do you call it, that...

A pitman arm.

Yeah, it could have dropped off.

Well, I think
somebody loosened it.

That's kind of serious talk.

I checked that
car before we left.

You got this notion
somebody's after George.

It's not a notion.

Not to you.

I just think he needs
protection, that's all.

I tried, but he wouldn't buy.

Ever use a gun?

In the service.

Good. You're always
close to George.

You're his protection.

Just keep your eyes open.

Schroeder.

Better get some prints
on old Tom Nash, here.

Prints?

That isn't a peashooter
I just gave you.

It takes a state permit.

It's routine.

We won't even send out
papers until next week.

Well, why all the red tape?

I mean, I'm going to
have it back by tomorrow.

If it wasn't for red tape,
I'd probably be out of a job.

Take him to the torture chamber.

I don't know, I'd hate to
see George blow his stack.

What for?

Oh, that gun permit.

If Tom Nash were put
on the spot somehow

because we dragged our
feet with the paper work.

Okay, I'll put it through now.

We can have it processed
in a couple of hours.

Yeah, Jack, do that.

My aunt like the fruit?

I didn't get to your aunt's.

Why not?

All of a sudden, I ran
out of steering and brakes.

You could have been hurt.

You could have been killed.
That was still the whole point.

What's that?

Just been finger printed.

Why?

Compliments of the chief.

Fingerprints.

That's bad news, isn't it, Tom?

What do you mean?

Six weeks ago I find
you sleeping in my garage

and burning up with fever.

George, you know I appreciate
all you've done for me.

No, that's not what
I'm talking about.

At any rate, there you were
without a coat on your back

or a dime in your pocket.

A man like you,
sophisticated, intelligent,

you must have been running.

I've never asked you why.

Don't spoil your record.

Tom, let me help you.

You can't.

You're calling it.

There's a late bus tonight.

I'm not leaving tonight.

Look, I don't want
you to stay for me.

I don't want you
to take that chance.

They won't send those
prints in until next week.

You don't give up easy, do you?

Well, neither does he.

Who?

Whoever fixed that
steering assembly.

Who in this town
knows about cars?

Now, wait a minute,

if you're thinking of Ben...

He runs a garage.

You're wrong.

He's not made that way.

What way?

He wouldn't try to
kill me this afternoon

and come to my party tonight.

Maybe I won't go to the party.

Frayed cuffs, empty pockets.

Like I was advertising
that I never made it.

Then stay home.
Do us both a favor.

I told you I can handle George.

I told you.

You stay away from him.

Just put my hopes
on my loving husband?

Who doesn't bring in
enough to feed the cat?

All the chances
I had in this town

and I had to pick a nothing.

Don't say that.

A nothing.

Shut up!

No wonder you hate to
go to the party tonight.

You're jealous of George.

You've shoved him in
my face all these years.

Jealous.

Well, maybe
you've got the right.

I'm warning you, Janet.

And change that tie, Ben.

It's got grease on it.

Hey, Schroeder,
everything's quiet.

If anybody wants me,

I'll be across the
street grabbing a bite.

Boy, let's hear some
of those oldies, huh?

Give me a bottle of scotch.

Thank you.

Fellows, drink up.
The tab's on me.

Oh, no, no, no.

We're giving this party.

It doesn't matter who pays.

It's the thought that
counts. Come on.

Yeah, relax and enjoy it.

Line up and get your
credit cards, boys.

Is that what you're going to
say when Roy asks for a toast?

What are you going to say?

You love him like your own son?

Fellows... You could
have been his partner.

He came to you for money once.

I haven't got any guts.

What's your excuse?

Must eat you.

Watching him get
richer and richer.

What do you watch?

Your daughter?

Will you two quit it.

What's the argument?

He's doing very big
things for this town.

For all of us.

We're not worth it.

Why don't you tell him?

Like I was saying
inside, George,

it's not like we're just anyone.

We're your oldest friends.

You could do so much for Ben.

What have you done
for him lately, Janet?

I'm out here with you.

Doesn't that mean something?

What is it supposed to mean?

That I like you.

That I always have.

That...

If you did something
for Ben, I'd...

How do I say a thing like this.

That I want to show
my appreciation.

He's too good for you,
Janet. He always was.

He's a weakling.

A piece of wet newspaper.

He survived you.

Where are you going?

Through the lobby.

Maybe Ben wouldn't notice
that I was out here with you.

You see, Janet,
you are persuasive.

I'm doing something
for him already.

Man, this leg is
giving me fits tonight.

Football?

Parking lot.

Parking lot.

No kidding.

The three of us
were on the town.

I always kept the car
souped up real good.

I let Georgie drive that night.

He didn't have a car of his own,

so when he got behind the
wheel, he never wanted to quit.

Always the same.
Just one more joint.

So...

we make one more place.

And we get out of the car.

And this mile-high
drunk backs right into us.

Pow.

Like I'm trying
to go off tackle,

and I'm hit by a
couple of tons of steel.

You were the only
one that was hurt?

Only me.

Man, I could have killed
George for dragging us there.

Nah.

It wasn't his fault.

He thought so, but...

Everybody else said it
was just one of those things.

Even Ben. Oh... Hey, George!

Been wanting to grab
you and tie you down.

Gang?

A toast.

We all know why we're here.

Not for any business deals.

Georgie, we just want you
to know you're with friends.

That's right.

Yes, let's hear it
for little boy blue.

Thank you.

Come on.

What kind of a dead-beat
party is this anyway?

I know.

You're all worn out from
counting your profits,

now, aren't you?

Hey, where do we go to register?

Get him out of here, Nora.

Ben.

Dear Ben.

I never thought you'd speak up.

Took a lot of that old
jingle-jangle in the pockets,

doesn't it, huh? Isn't that it?

Aren't you in the wrong place?

Your bar is down the street.

Nora, what is this all about?

Ask Mrs. Willoughby. She'll
give you the whole scoop.

I'm asking you.

Let me go, buster.
I have a date.

Nora. What's going on?

Let me go.

Do you think that the
whole world just stood still

while you were off climbing
mountains somewhere?

Get me out of here, Charlie.

You sober up first.

Listen, buddy...

Let him go.

Come on.

I've got to open up
at 7 in the morning.

Hey, Ben. Not you.

I'm sorry, Roy.

Janet.

I messed it up.

The whole thing.

It's all right,
honey. It's all right.

I spoiled it for you, Ben.

Listen, maybe you can
have your hair done tomorrow.

Before the parade, huh?

You know what he said, Ben?

He said you were
too good for me.

You see?

With all his money,
what does he know?

Let's go home.

What's with all
these party poopers?

I guess the party's over.

Still early. We
could go for a walk.

I'll go up and get a jacket.
Meet you up in the room.

Goodnight, Ben.

Goodnight.

What's with you, anyway?

The way you told
him off in there,

now you're hanging around,

waiting to get
another look at him.

Why don't you just get lost?

Got a light, Tom?

Hm? Yep.

George, I... I'm
sorry about the party.

Oh, that's all right.

Roy and Tom and I
might go out on the town.

Good night, George. Good night.

Well...

Send your staff down
here to set up this project.

Pull out of here tonight.

Are you in orbit again?

All right. I'll go with you.

Be my guest.

Hello?

Oh, hello, Mort.
What's going on?

No, I'm alone.

He's in his room.

Kimble.

Yes, Mort, I'll be careful.

Thank you.

George... The chief's
on his way up here.

Take the rented car.

George, I didn't kill anyone.

You better get going.

Hey, how's for that walk?

It's like an
undertaker's convention.

I just got a call from Chicago.

Tom has to drive
these papers back.

And miss all the doings?

I wish I could stay.

Well, now, uh...

What's all this
talk about a walk?

Mort, why the
lights and the siren?

You'll wake up the whole town.

You mean you never
checked on this guy?

George, where is
he now? I don't know.

So I went up to his
room, but he was gone.

He must have, uh,
suspected something.

Which way do you
think he'd head?

For the river, I guess.

Jack, check out his
room, see what you find.

Schroeder, check the
banquet room and the alley exit.

We'll pick him up.

Believe me, it could
have been a lot worse.

I've heard some
sharp lying in my day.

Everybody deserves
a break sometime.

I guess.

The trouble is, some
guys just get the bad ones.

Let's walk.

Nothing upstairs.
Give me a light.

Thanks.

Roy, I just got home.

Let's not spoil it.

I just mean you're
lucky, getting away.

Not having to walk the same
lousy streets every night.

Roy, come on.

That's the corner where
Clara said "no" to me.

That's the store
where I lost my first job.

And the post office,

where I got my
answer from the pros.

Special delivery.

To say they didn't want me.

Your leg hurts, you think
about things like that.

Nights, when you're
laying awake in your room.

You don't remember
that joint, the Talley Ho?

Not especially.

The parking lot?

Roy, that was 15 years ago.

Yesterday.

Well, stop remembering.

I can't.

I pass here every day.

I'm stuck.

I had it all, Georgie.

And the next day, nothing.

You feeling sorry
for yourself? Okay.

You want to blame
me? Okay, I'm used to it.

Somebody's to blame, Georgie.

One more year and
I'd have made the pros.

I was good.

Not good enough, Roy.
You just thought you were.

All right.

Come on.

You just try to stop me.

Gimp and all. You just try.

Go ahead.

Don't be silly, Roy.

Don't you think we're
a little old for this?

Come on. I'll show
you just how good I was.

Roy...

I just want you to be
nothing. Like I'm nothing.

I don't feel like
too much right now.

Come on, Roy, get up.

This won't help anything.

Maybe this will.

Nora.

Have you seen George?
Do you know where he is?

Roy, don't be a clown.
Why don't you stop whining?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

It was your fault!

Don't you talk that way to me.

Like all the rest.

Hands in my pockets
a knife in my back.

Welcome home! Welcome home!

What is it? What happened?

Uh, Roy was, uh...

Showing us how to use the gun.

It, uh, went off accidentally.

No one hurt.

Are you sure you're all right?

Yes.

Yes, I'm all right.

He needs a ride out of town.

Just so happens I
was going that way.

Come on.

Tom.

If there's ever
anything I can do...

The bus stops a couple
of miles up ahead.

Thanks.

Poor George.

Pretty rough to come
home looking for old friends,

find out they don't
exist anymore.

Well, he has one friend.

Let's make that two.

Darkness and silence
and flight into fear.

Richard Kimble has
made this journey before.

He will make it again.

Until he proves his innocence,

he remains a fugitive.