The Fugitive (1963–1967): Season 3, Episode 8 - An Apple a Day - full transcript

Uh.

Here's the ointment
for the bee stings,

and I've brought some
aromatic spirits of ammonia

which will bring her around.

She hasn't fainted.
She's in a coma.

I think you better
stay out of this.

Has she ever been
treated for diabetes?

She's never been
sick a day in her life.

She's sick now.

Then Josephus
will take care of her.

She is in a diabetic coma.



She needs hospital treatment
and she needs it now.

If she doesn't get it, she
could be dead in a few hours.

Now help me get her to the car.

We don't agree with
your diagnosis, doctor,

and neither will the police.

Marianne, let him take her.

I'm not sure that
he's not right.

You're never sure of anything.

Get out of my way. Put
her down, Dr. Kimble.

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:

Arthur O'Connell.

Sheree North.

Kim Darby.

Briar County, Colorado,

where a man runs in desperation

before the guns and
dogs of a sheriff's posse

closing in for the kill.

A move in the wrong direction.

A broken stride.

A waste of precious
seconds in looking back.

These are things which
can cost Richard Kimble

his life.

Well, good afternoon.

You had quite a fall, young man.

This is my niece, Sharon,
and I'm Josephus Adams.

Dr. Josephus Adams.

Where am I?

I mean, how did I get here?

As to where, you're in my home.

And how.

ADAMS. Bill and Mildred
Crandall found you on the road

and brought you here.

Nothing serious, nothing broken,

but I'm afraid you really
sprained this ankle.

Sharon, will you
tell Mildred Crandall

that I'll be right with her?

Mrs. Crandall, the
doctor'll be right with you.

Oh, that's all right, dear.

How is the young man?

Well, I'd say he's doing fine.

She still here?

Uh, she was on her way
here when she found you.

You drink this now.

It'll make you feel better.

What is it?

It's honey.

Nature's own tranquilizer
and muscle relaxant.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd
better see my other patient.

You just rest for a while.

That cough acting
up again, Mildred?

Well, I don't think it's
as bad as last year.

Let me take a
look at that throat.

Just a tiny bit red.

You just sit right down
here now, Mildred.

Oh, Josephus, a-are you
going to get some more

of that cough serum?

Yes, I am. I think it'll
relieve the soreness.

We haven't even paid
you for the last bottle.

Now, you just let
me worry about that.

Oh, Sharon, why don't
you take Mrs. Crandall in

and introduce her
to our young man.

I'm sure he'd like to thank her.

You poor thing. How do you feel?

This is Mrs. Crandall.

And this is Mr...

Oh, I don't know your name.

Curtis. Ed Curtis.

I want to thank you and
your husband for helping me.

It was nothing. We just
couldn't leave you there.

What about your family?

Have they been notified
about your accident?

They're back east.

I'd be happy to write them.

I wouldn't want to worry them.

W...

Excuse me.

Well, you're lucky
that the cough medicine

can cure that.

It always has.

I-Isn't that right, Sharon?

Every time.

You know, I had a cousin
that had a cough much like that.

It turned out to be more
than just a sore throat.

Well, I'm happy that Mildred
here is a little more fortunate

than your cousin.

That's because I have the
best doctor in the whole world.

And a positive X-ray.

X-ray?

Josephus, you're
going to have to teach

this young man a few things.

Don't worry, we'll
look after him, Mildred.

Here's your cough medicine.

Oh, thank you, and give
my best to Mrs. Adams.

And mine to Bill.

You're going to be
just fine, Mr. Curtis.

You're in good hands.

Goodbye.

Uh, Sharon, would you call

Mr. Crandall and tell him
Mildred's ready to be picked up?

We have plenty of room here,

so you're welcome to stay
until, uh, you feel better.

There's only the three of us,
so we won't get in your hair.

But I'd appreciate it

if you'd keep your
medical opinion to yourself.

Hi.

How's the ankle?

Oh, it, uh...

It's letting me
know it's still there.

Well, that's good,
'cause if it wasn't there,

your foot might fall off.

All right, I'll remember that.

That looks good.
You do the cooking?

When Aunt Marianne's away.

I'm okay with simple stuff.

Be sure you eat the honey.

All right.

We have our own hives, you know.

Uncle Josephus uses
honey for a lot of things.

Is that what Mrs. Crandall's
been taking? Honey?

Certainly.

With a couple of other things
Uncle Josephus puts in it.

Has it cured her?

Well, some things
just don't get all better.

I heard somewhere that, uh,

coughs can be cured if you
know what's causing them.

Sore throats are not the only
reason that a person coughs.

You know something? You
sound just like an allopath.

Allopath?

Uh, an ordinary kind
of doctor. City doctors.

The kind with medicines from
the drugstore and knives, all that.

We call them allopaths.

Well, those, uh,

doctors have to be qualified.

They need a license
from the state.

They go to school for a
while and get a piece of paper,

and they get
licensed like you said.

Licensed to cut you open.

Now, Sharon,
that's... That's what?

Well, I mean, uh,

I think you'll find that
there's a lot more than that

to the practice of medicine.

For instance?

Hello, Aunt Marianne.

Oh, this is Mr. Curtis.

The Crandalls found him...

Yes, your uncle
told me all about it.

Are there any more small
steaks left in the freezer?

Yes, would you like
me to fix you one?

I'd appreciate it.

I'm Mrs. Adams. How do you do?

I'm glad to see, uh, your
accident wasn't too serious.

It would've been if it hadn't
been for your husband

and the Crandalls.

But the point is you seem
to be in pretty good condition.

What you said to Sharon, have
you had any medical experience,

Mr. Curtis?

Well, I worked in a
hospital for two years,

but just as an orderly.

Well, we don't believe
in anything like hospitals

or drugs or any inorganic
substances used as medicines.

That's the basis
of natural medicine.

Have you heard about it?

Uh, no, not too much.

Well, good. We'll teach you.

You're going to
like it here, Ed.

I'm sure I will.

Good night, Ed.

Good night.

Hi, Ed.

How are you feeling, Mr. Curtis?

Fine.

Well, we reaped quite a harvest.

How do you get along
with the bees, Ed?

I think I get along
better without them.

Well, maybe you'll go
out with Sharon later

and bring in the
rest of those combs.

That way you can get acquainted

with the bees,
but at a distance.

I'd better go in and see if
Aunt Marianne needs any help.

Oh, fine, Sharon.

You've done quite a bit.

I appreciate that.

Glad to help.

Radicula Armoracia.

You recognize it, don't you?

It smells like horseradish.

That's exactly what it is.

We use it for toothaches.

In a poultice, of course.

It's almost an infallible
remedy for facial neuralgia.

I see.

I better go in and get the
rest of those, uh, combs in

if I'm going to extract
any of that honey.

The honey for the cough syrup?

Uh, that's right.
That's one of the uses.

How's Mrs. Crandall?

Uh.

She's fine.

You're troubled
about her, aren't you?

Well, this cousin I mentioned,

the one that had the same cough.

He died.

It turned out to be a lot more
serious than just a sore throat.

He just waited too long.

The chances are

that whatever your cousin had

was also terminal.

That is he probably would
have resulted in death anyhow.

Mrs. Crandall that sick?

She's going to die, yes.

Well, we all are, sometime.

Josephus,

all you're doing for
her is just giving her

some cough syrup with honey.

That's all we can do.

She should be in a hospital.

She wouldn't last a
week in a hospital.

You see, her
problem is her heart.

She doesn't know it, of course.

You see this way she can
enjoy the rest of her days

without the smell of
death hanging all over her.

If she knew she was sick,
she'd worry and she'd be worse.

How do you know there
isn't some course of treatment

that could help her?

Believe me, I know.

Josephus, uh,

do you know how
many bees it takes

to make a pound of honey?

You happen to be
a guest in my house.

And she happens
to be your patient.

Josephus.

You'd better come in now, dear.

The office is
starting to fill up.

I'm on my way.

You still improving, Ed?

Yes, thank you.

Walter, you just call me now
if there's any change at all.

Good afternoon.

Sharon, how are you, dear?

Fine, thank you.

Oh, I see you got
yourself an assistant.

Oh, he's a patient.

Mr. Weaver, this is Mr. Curtis.

How do you do? How do you do?

Well, Josephus'll fix you up.

He can handle anything.

Saved me from pneumonia
a couple years ago.

I'm sound as a dollar now,

maybe a dollar and a half.

That's 6.20, Mr. Weaver.

Oh, all right, dear.

Here you be and it's
cheap at twice the price.

Yes, sir,

I was nose to nose
with the grim reaper,

but Josephus brought me through.

Four days and nights

with over 105 degrees fever.

And without any of
them fancy antibiotics

that cost an arm and a leg.

Just Josephus and his herbs.

Oh, thank you, Sharon.

Nice to have met you, Curtis.

Bye now.

Bye.

Kind of a miracle, isn't it?

Is your uncle the only
doctor around here?

Well, there was
another one for a while,

but nobody'd go to him.

Doc Olney.

He's the county
coroner over in Briar.

At least he can't
do any more harm.

That's good.

Real spring water
from melted snow.

Uncle Josephus says
it's God's own elixir.

He ought to know.
He's part of the family.

Sharon.

May I have cough syrup, please?

Mrs. Crandall?

Bill just called.

Thank you.

You know, it's not true.

I mean, about bees not
stinging you if you stand still.

If you don't mind, I think
I'll just keep on believing it.

You all right?

Yeah, so far.

Ed, what you said
about Uncle Josephus.

I wish you hadn't.

I'm sorry, Sharon.

I just don't believe
in his methods.

Well, they work.

Your friend, Mr. Weaver,

he said, uh, his fever
broke in four days.

Like I said, "almost a miracle".

With modern...

Modern methods the fever
could've been broken overnight.

Nowadays pneumonia's no
more dangerous than a bad cold.

Ed, you watch too
much television.

Nature's the only
thing that cures.

Sometimes she
needs a little help,

sure, just like Uncle
Josephus gives it.

But those city doctors,
they don't even do that.

They must make it worse so
they can get paid more money.

You don't know what
you're saying, Sharon.

I know what I'm
saying, all right.

They killed my father.

Everybody told him
not to go, but he did.

He went and he got operated on

in a hospital and
he never came out.

So you tell me I don't know.

I'm sorry.

But it is possible that your
father was too sick to recover.

Uncle Josephus
could've helped him.

None of his patients die?

Sure, some of them.

But they live a lot longer
when he takes care of them.

Do you know how many
patients my Uncle Josephus has?

No, I don't.

A hundred, maybe a thousand.

All over the country.

Some even in other countries.

Mail order patients?

Right, lots of them.

Does he accept personal
checks or just cash?

Why did you have to come here?

Why didn't you just stay
out on that road and die?

Huh?

Well, that's Sharon my niece.

I wonder what's going on.

Who's that?

That's Ed Curtis.

He works for us.

My niece has sort
of a crush on him.

Though I think
they had a little fight.

How long has he been here?

A couple of months.

Well, if you see anybody
that looks like this Kimble,

you'd better call us right away.

He could be dangerous.

Don't worry.

No bees around here.

No, I guess they're not.

Unless you're afraid of me.

I'd forgot I had it on.

Trouble around
here or something?

Well, you might call it that.

The sheriff is trying to
raise some money in town

for a youth center.

They figure Josephus and I

are good for a couple
of hundred dollars.

Are you?

I'm good for a lot of things.

For instance, I'll help
you back to the house.

How's Mrs. Crandall?

Oh, much better.

It was just an
old-fashioned dizzy spell.

Even her cough is much better.

Oh, that's fine.

So actually, you might say that

nature opened
the first drugstore.

E... Oh, thank you dear.

Know what this is?

Honey and apple cider vinegar.

The finest sleeping
potion there is.

I've heard of it.

New England folk
remedy, isn't it?

It's effective
because it's good,

and it's good
because it's effective.

I-I think I'll go to
sleep right now.

Uh... coming
dear? I'll be in soon.

Good night, Marianne.

Good night, Ed.

Good night, Josephus.

Look how quickly the
honey put her to sleep.

Sharon?

Sharon?

It's your bed time.

Sorry.

I don't usually do that.

Fall asleep with company.

That's all right.

Good night, Sharon. Good night.

Well.

Aren't you going to
keep me company?

I think you'll enjoy this.

If it isn't honey.

Nope.

It's a secret blend,
cooked more than

20 years ago over
open peat fires.

Thousands of miles away.

In Scotland.

Right.

How long are you going
to stay afraid of me, Ed?

Where did you meet your husband?

You want to change
the subject. All right.

I met him in a hospital.

I was a nurse and
he was an orderly.

Oh, he had studied
medicine, all right,

but he never got
through med school.

But Josephus had something.

People... listen to him.

This natural medicine
business, your idea or his?

Mine. Why? Don't
you believe in it?

I'm not sure.

That's all right. Josephus
didn't either at first.

But if enough people bow down

you start believing
they've got reason.

Maybe.

But right now let's just pretend
that there is no Josephus.

I'm sorry.

Your patient's dead.

Sharon.

Aren't you going to the funeral?

No, I, uh, I just
wanted to say goodbye.

I'm s-sorry you have to go.

So am I, but I have
this job waiting.

Mr. Curtis...

do you really think
an X-ray picture

could have helped Mrs. Crandall?

I don't know.

I think the time for it was
quite a few years ago.

Well, tell your
uncle I said goodbye.

All right.

Take care of yourself.

You're not even dressed yet.

I'm not going.

I can't.

You realize almost everyone
in the county will be there,

don't you?

It doesn't matter.

Well, yes, it does matter.

Is it something your friend
Mr. Curtis said to you?

It doesn't matter, Marianne.

He was right about Mildred.

There's something
that I better tell you.

It's just possible that
your friend is a criminal,

an escaped murderer.

You remember the day
that the Crandalls found him

and brought him over here?

Well, the police were hunting
for a man named Kimble.

Richard Kimble.

You mean the doctor?
The man who...?

The man who murdered his wife.

That's who you've
been listening to.

How do you know?

'Cause I heard it
on a news broadcast

and the description
and everything fits him.

Now maybe you better
go upstairs and get dressed

and I'll call the sheriff.

Marianne, don't.

Maybe it's him
and maybe it isn't.

But don't call.

I'll go get dressed.

All right, but you better hurry.

We don't want to be late.

Oh, doctor,

I'd like to talk to you a
minute if you have the time.

Where have I seen you before?

Last night at the
Adams' for Mrs. Crandall.

Oh, yes.

The patient with the ankle.

What kind of miracle has
Josephus created for you?

No miracle. I sprained my ankle.

He taped it for me.

You don't call that a miracle?

Doctor, Sharon told me that
you used to practice here.

I tried.

Oh, I still have a
couple of patients left.

Ignorant folks like me

who believe in medical science.

Josephus has all the others.

But he's not a doctor.

Look, Josephus probably
isn't a bad human being.

But as a doctor he's
a great bee keeper.

Now, was that all you
wanted to talk to me about?

I was told that Mrs. Crandall

had been taking cough
medicine for quite some time.

Just cough medicine.

I told her two, three years
ago her cough sounded

like it might indicate
congestive heart disease.

She didn't want to hear it.

She was brainwashed.

All she wanted
was cough medicine.

And nobody makes tastier
cough medicine than Josephus.

There's no way to stop him?

A law, you mean?

A law to make people listen?

Only if he held
himself out as an M.D.

And he's too smart for that.

Or his wife is.

Was Mrs. Crandall
a relative of yours?

Oh, no, just a friend.

Thank you, doctor.

Hi, there.

Mr. Weaver, isn't it?

Say, you got a good
memory, young fella.

You leaving town?

I've got a job waiting.

Oh, well, I don't envy you
any, headed south in this heat.

Yeah.

It was awful warm at
the funeral this morning.

Good turnout, though.

Nice services.

Poor Sharon.

You know, I never realized
that child was so emotional.

Emotional? How?

Well, she started
crying and carrying on.

Kept saying,

"she didn't have to die,
she didn't have to die."

Over and over.

Her aunt finally
managed to shut her up,

but a little later on
she just passed out.

Too bad.

Well, here she is.

Good luck to you, fella.

Mr. Weaver,

I got to get back to
the Adams' place.

Could you give me a lift?

Oh, sure. No trouble
at all. Be my guest.

I hope you're satisfied.

Disgracing your uncle
in front of the whole town.

I'm sorry. I said I was sorry.

You're not a bit sorry.

You're selfish,
that's what you are.

Pulling a trick like that. Did
you ever stop to think once

what that was going
to do to your uncle?

Did you ever stop
to think once about-

Stop it. Please.

All right, Sharon, I'll stop.

Maybe now your uncle
will do something about it.

Hmm?

What's going on out there?

There's somebody out there.

Josephus. Don't go in
there without your mask.

It's Sharon.

Thanks.

My pleasure.

Uh.

Here's the ointment
for the bee stings,

and I've brought some
aromatic spirits of ammonia

which will bring her around.

She hasn't fainted.
She's in a coma.

I think you better
stay out of this.

Has she ever been
treated for diabetes?

She's never been
sick a day in her life.

She's sick now.

Then, Josephus
will take care of her.

She is in a diabetic coma.

She needs hospital treatment
and she needs it now.

If she doesn't get it, she
could be dead in a few hours.

Now help me get her to the car.

We don't agree with
your diagnosis, doctor.

And neither will the police.

Marianne, let him take her.

I'm not sure that
he's not right.

You're never sure of anything.

Get out of my way.

Put her down, Dr. Kimble.

All right, you
know I'm a doctor.

As a doctor, I took an oath.

An oath that says somewhere
that a doctor should exercise

his art solely for the
cure of his patient.

Nowhere in that oath is there
anything about a cash register.

Marianne, let him go.

What are you doing?

Something you should be doing.

I'm calling the sheriff
and having him stopped.

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

Did I?

I'm surprised it
didn't bother you,

having a murderer
stay in the same house.

Well, it didn't bother me. I
thought it might be exciting.

Does it bother you?

I think he was too decent a man

to have had anything
to do with you.

I don't care what you think.

But you can't let her
go to that hospital.

Suppose he's right?

Well, you don't
know that he's right.

But you do know if Sharon's
admitted to a hospital

that we are gonna be
laughed out of this county,

and you're gonna be
back hustling dirty linens

for some allopath somewhere.

It's my place to do it.

Sheriff Olson please.

It's important.

Sheriff, Josephus Adams.

I'm afraid I need your help.

A few minutes ago a
man took my pickup truck.

My niece is in it.

That's right.

I'd like you to stop him.

He's on his way to Greeley

so he'll have to use
the state highway.

I'll explain it
when I get there.

Hold them until I see you.

Thanks.

I'm taking this
girl to the hospital.

Easy now, mister.

Josephus told me
that you took his pickup.

She's in a coma,
she needs treatment.

Maybe she is and
maybe she isn't.

But Josephus told me to, uh...

That's probably him now.

Thanks, sheriff.

Josephus. Let's get
her into my car first.

Do you mind telling me what's
going on here, Josephus?

I'm taking her to the hospital.

But you called me
to stop the truck.

My niece is a minor.

They'll need my
permission to treat her.

Why didn't you go
straight to the hospital?

I wanted to stop that pickup.

I wasn't sure it was safe.

I could get there much
faster with a police escort.

Okay, you've got one.

Thanks, Ed.

I'll phone you at the hospital.

She's out of danger.

I'm glad you could
make it in time.

You were right about all of it.

The diagnosis was perfect.

That's always good to hear.

Especially when
the patient lives.

Ed, you're my last patient.

Do you mean it? I do.

It's not going to be pleasant
living with the thought that...

some good people died
before they should've

because of me.

Sharon's alive.

Your doings. Not mine.

I have some money.

Quite a bit of it.

Maybe I can figure out a
way to save a life or two with it.

What will you do?

I don't know.

Marianne'll be gone.

I can raise bees, I suppose.

Could I take you anywhere?

No, no, I'll be all right.

There's a bus now.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, doctor.

Richard Kimble moves on again,

searching for a day

when there will be
an end to running.