Narrator:
Name: Richard Kimble. Profession: Doctor of Medicine. Destination: Death Row, State Prison. Richard Kimble has been tried and convicted for the murder of his wife. But laws are made by men, carried out by men. And men are imperfect. Richard Kimble is innocent. Proved guilty, what Richard Kimble could not prove was that moments before discovering his wife's body, he encountered a man running from the vicinity of his home. A man with one arm. A man he had never seen before. A man who has not yet been found. Richard Kimble ponders his fate as he looks at the world for the last time. And sees only darkness. But in that darkness, fate moves its huge hand.
Narrator:
The Fugitive, 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.
[
Pounding a confession out of Fred Johnson]
Dr. Kimble:
You killed her, didn't you! You killed my wife, didn't you? Didn't you? DIDN'T YOU? You killed...!
Johnson:
Yeah, yeah, yeah! I killed her!
Dr. Kimble:
Why?
Johnson:
'Cause she wouldn't let me go! Liked to've clawed my eyes out! I didn't mean to hit her so hard.
[
Kimble stands up, but Johnson seizes his gun]
Johnson:
Yeah, I killed her! Now I'm gonna kill YOU. Won't hafta worry about you again, no more!
[
But Johnson is, instead, shot dead by Lt. Gerard]
Lt. Gerard:
All right, you can relax now, Chandler. I just did your killing for you.
[
Kimble climbs down to Gerard and Chandler]
Lt. Gerard:
You've had a great day, haven't you? I guess we both have. After all, for 4 years, now, we - BOTH of us - kept an innocent man in hell. But how are we going to end that? You can keep that man alive.
[
Chandler says nothing]
Lt. Gerard:
But you won't, will you?
[
the narrator speaks for the very last time]
Narrator:
Tuesday, August 29th: the day the running stopped!
Dr. Kimble:
I'm going to save him, even if I have to take your purse, your car keys, or whatever else I have to do.
Barbara Webb:
You're threatening me.
Barbara Webb:
Doctor Kimble asked him if he killed his wife and he nodded yes! I saw him!
Lt. Gerard:
Of course he nodded. He was afraid Kimble would stop helping him. But your problem is still this - either you tell me where to find Kimble or you go to jail.
Herb Malone:
Lieutenant, no matter how she feels now, she certainly wouldn't help Kimble originally unless he'd forced her!
Barbara Webb:
I could say that to a jury, they would probably believe me, but it is not true.
Dr. Kimble:
You think being a fugitive has done something to my mind, you're forgetting my story is exactly the same as it was the night of the murder.
Lt. Gerard:
And it was, and is, a lie.
Dr. Kimble:
Are you so God-like, because you couldn't find a one-armed man, you don't believe he exists?
Lt. Gerard:
I've done everything humanly possible to find him!
Dr. Kimble:
I think you have. I wonder why.
Lt. Gerard:
It's my job.
Dr. Kimble:
It's also a curse, isn't it, Gerard? I think you have nightmares, too. Your nightmare is, after I'm dead you'll find him.
Lt. Gerard:
Ada, we've been friends for a long time, don't make me be a cop.
Ada Burnett:
Phil, I can't betray my daughter, I can't betray Richard.
Lt. Gerard:
You don't betray a convicted murderer.
Lt. Gerard:
Where is he?
Ellie Burnett:
He's gone.
Lt. Gerard:
Ellie, I want a straight answer. Where is he?
Ellie Burnett:
I don't know.
Lt. Gerard:
You lost him.
Ellie Burnett:
I guess I have. But it makes it worthwhile. You lost him, too.
Lt. Gerard:
I remember when John said he was going to defend Kimble. I said he'd regret it someday.
Ada Burnett:
He never did.
Fritz Simmons:
I'm sorry, Lieutenant, we were going to deliver him to you as a present.
[
Richard Kimble dials the operator on a pay phone]
Dr. Kimble:
I'd like to make a person-to-person call to Lieutenant Philip Gerard at the Baker City Police Department. G-E-R-A-R-D, that's right. I'll wait.
Narrator:
And Richard Kimble waits, not yet aware that his hope for salvation has again disappeared, waits to be reminded by Lieutenant Philip Gerard that he is still as much a fugitive as before.
Lt. Gerard:
Alright, hold it, Kimble!
[
turns to cab driver]
Lt. Gerard:
I'm sorry, your fare already left! (cab driver pulls away)... alright, hands behind you.
Dr. Kimble:
Gerard, for the first time I feel I'm really close to something.
Lt. Gerard:
It had to happen someday. You knew that. I'm sorry. You just ran out of time.
Dr. Kimble:
You saved my life. He confessed up there, for what it's worth.
Lt. Gerard:
I'm afraid you know what that's worth.
Lloyd Chandler:
Lieutenant, I saw that man, Fred Johnson, murder Helen Kimble.
Lt. Gerard:
Are you willing to testify to that effect?
Lloyd Chandler:
Yes. I will.
Lt. Gerard:
I don't care about your experiments, I want Kimble!
Fritz Simmons:
But you've *got* him! Kimble, Johnson, and the tape!
[
Gerard storms out of Fritz Simmons' lab as a tape of Fred Johnson's confession to killing Helen Kimble is played]
Fritz Simmons:
Lieutenant, don't you want your killer?
[
Gerard storms into another classroom and finds Kimble, struggling to stop Fred Johnson from escaping]
Lt. Gerard:
Kimble!
Dr. Kimble:
Here's your man, Gerard!
[
Kimble enters an all-night diner, takes a seat, and opens the newspaper]
Narrator:
Another dreary town, another shabby street. Another weary pause on Richard Kimble's search for the one-armed man, his only real hope for escaping a life of fear.
Dr. Kimble:
[
to the waitress] A bowl of soup. Any kind.
Narrator:
No front page. Richard Kimble turns directly to the classified section. Here are the things that really matter: a room, a job, a way to stay alive. But tonight, something else.
[
Kimble notices a classified ad as the Narrator reads it aloud]
Narrator:
"Personal to R.K. Have information regarding September 19th. Phone me at home. Urgent. E.B." September 19th was the night Richard Kimble's wife was murdered.
[
Kimble has cornered Fred Johnson at gunpoint atop an aerial ride at the Stafford Amusement Park]
Dr. Kimble:
All right, we're going back.
Johnson:
You won't shoot me, you need me alive!
[
Barbara Webb spots Fred Johnson chatting with a fellow suspect in an outdoor police roundup, and quickly gets her camera]
Barbara Webb:
You once said a reporter has to have a mind like a sponge. Remember the Richard Kimble case?
Herb Malone:
Oh come on, Barbara, you don't want to get some poor guy in trouble for no reason.
Barbara Webb:
[
to Fred Johnson] Hey mister, can you turn around this way?
[
Johnson turns toward Barbara and she snaps his photo, which later winds up on the front page of a newspaper held by Richard Kimble as he boards a bus]
Narrator:
A fugitive is usually a man without a goal, endlessly fleeing the Furies that pursue him. But for Richard Kimble, there is a goal, a phantom who has himself become a fugitive. And Richard Kimble, in turn, now becomes the hunter.
[
We see another copy of the same newspaper with the same photo of Fred Johnson on the front passenger seat of a car - a car driven by Lt. Philip Gerard]
Narrator:
But another hunter is also on the move.
[
Gerard confronts Herb Malone after Malone is caught driving Barbara Webb's car - to draw Gerard away from Barbara as she helps Richard Kimble save Fred Johnson's life]
Lt. Gerard:
I hope you enjoyed your ride tonight, Mr. Malone, because it's going to cost you.
Herb Malone:
You'd have a very hard time proving I broke any law and you know it. Now I've been a newspaper man almost as long as you've been a cop, Lieutenant, and I'm not easy to intimidate.
Lt. Gerard:
We both know something else. If that woman seen with Kimble was Barbara, she's going to go to jail for a long time.
Herb Malone:
I was just out for a drive in her car.
Lt. Gerard:
You fired her for just this sort of thing, but you're still in love with her, aren't you?
Herb Malone:
That's none of your business. You know I dug out the file on the Kimble case and the jury disproved his story about a one-armed man. What about you, Lieutenant?
Lt. Gerard:
The jury chose to believe Kimble invented a story about a one-armed man.
Herb Malone:
Well then why are you here if he's looking for an invention?
Lt. Gerard:
Because he's come to believe there is such a man. It's not an unusual occurrence, any psychiatrist will tell you so. I've spoken at length about it to several of them. It's the only way he can live with his own conscience.
Herb Malone:
You're certain of that.
Lt. Gerard:
Yes, I am.
Herb Malone:
I'm afraid I can't help you, Lieutenant.
Lt. Gerard:
But you would if you could.
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