03x09 - Landscape with Running Figures: Part 1

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This is all I've got.

You can see for yourself.

Hiya, fellas.

Hi.

How are you?

Fine. BOY 2: Okay.

Uh, I'm looking
for a friend of mine.

I heard he came by here.

He's wanted by the police.

He's dark-haired, a
littler taller than I am.

Starring David Janssen
as Dr. Richard Kimble.

An innocent victim
of blind justice,

falsely convicted for
the m*rder 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:

Barbara Rush.

Herschel Bernardi.

Co-starring: Jud Taylor.

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.

There is a point beyond which
a man cannot push himself.

A final defeat of the spirit
that cannot be overcome.

If it is to end for
the running man,

this is the way it will be.

It is 2:00 a.m. in the city,

and Richard Kimble,
doctor of medicine,

moves to the start of
another working day.

To those with no
past and little future,

the city offers only the
most menial of labors.

Those designed to provide

nothing more than
day-to-day survival.

But to Richard Kimble, kitchen
helper in an all night diner,

survival for even a day

has come to be enough.

Hi, Steve.

Luis.

Say, Steve, I...

I don't think you've
done nothing,

but last night you wrote
wrong name in sign-out book.

Two cops been out in
front. All day they wait.

Thanks, Luis.

We have a reservation.
The name's Gerard.

Oh, yes, I have it right here.

Operator, I want to speak
to Captain Arthur Ames.

Detective Division,
Metropolitan Police Department.

Thank you.

Oh, captain?

Lieutenant Gerard.

We just arrived.

About Kimble.

Oh, just my wife and I.

We were on a vacation
when I got the message.

No, nothing special.
Just a vacation.

We left right away
and came directly here.

No, not at all.

I'm very glad you did.

A-About Kimble.

I'm going up to the room
now. Will you be coming up?

Oh, he did. Hm.

Oh, I see.

Yes, I was afraid he might.

A possible-last-seen? Where?

Vicinity of 3rd and Livermore.

Yup. I got it.

I'll meet you there
as soon as possible.

We covered everything
from here to the corner.

All right, Joe, you
take the rooming house.

You, on the other
side of the street

from here all the way down
the corner, every house.

You stay with me.

The cigarette
machine doesn't work.

You put your money in,

you would've lost
it if I didn't tell you.

Thanks.

What kind do you smoke?

My brother'll run up to the
corner and get you some.

That don't go nowhere.
You gotta use the other door.

I could get you out of here
and nobody'd know about it.

If I wanted to. Couldn't I?

Tell me, how could you?

Oh, I could.

Get out of there, dumbo.
That don't take pennies.

Wait a minute. Hold it.

I want you to check that
place across the street

and the one right
next door to it.

I'll get other men
to cover this side.

Boys.

This is all I've got.

You can see for yourself.

The weather again is a
subject of grave importance.

Continued rain has increased
the severe flood threat

to the southeastern
sections of the state,

and it is feared Tilden Dam

may not withstand
the mounting pressure.

Evacuation of a number of
towns in that immediate district

has been ordered,

and the governor is now
considering the possibility

of declaring the
harder-hit Temple County

a disaster area.

This station will continue
to broadcast flood reports

as they come in.

Meanwhile, on the local scene,

municipal police still
decline to comment

on the rumor that
Richard Kimble,

escaped fugitive and
convicted m*rder*r of his wife

has been...

I left your suit coat out. I
thought you might need it.

What did he say?

Captain Ames?

Not too much.

I mean about Kimble. What
did he say about Kimble?

Uh. He, uh, didn't
show up for work.

Are they setting up road
blocks on the highways?

Are they watching the
airports and the train stations?

Tell me, I want to know.

How about the side roads
leading out of the city?

There must be any
number of them.

What are we doing about them?

Marie, it'll...
It'll take a day.

Maybe two, at most.

Then we'll go back
home. I promise.

Start again.

Why?

I wouldn't have
come if I didn't believe

that we had every chance
of getting him this time.

Every chance.

I tell you what he did?

Yes, you told me.

Kimble's never made a
mistake like that before.

Something's happened to him.

This time it'll be different.

I know it.

Life without Kimble.

What a pretty dream
that used to be.

What would it be like

not to live your life
in short little gasps?

Is that all?

Yes, that's all.

No, no it isn't.

I don't want to
stay here, Philip.

I want to take a
plane back to Stafford.

That's not possible.

All the planes are grounded.

There'll be no more trains East

until the flood
areas are opened up.

That's one reason that
it'll be easier this time.

There aren't that many
places for Kimble to run.

I don't suppose
there's any point

in asking you not to leave.

Just this once to let go.

No.

I'm going to call
the children later on.

Is there anything you
want me to tell them?

Uh,

tell them we'll be home
as soon as possible.

As soon as all this is over.

Just as soon as this is over.

It's all right, Philip.
You can leave now.

I-I'll call you at 11.11 sharp.

Um, by that time I'll be able

to let you know
what's happening.

Yes, let me know.

There's a room-service
menu here,

in case you want to
order some breakfast.

It might make you feel better.

Yes, that might
make me feel better.

My name's Gerard.

Captain Ames says you
have a possible-last-seen

on Richard Kimble in this area.

That's right, lieutenant.

Anything further?

Well, we had one
report that a man

matching his rough description
seen loitering in that alley.

And?

No luck. Nothing.

This all the men you
have available in this area?

Yes, sir. H...

Sergeant, what about those bins?

Oh, that's just a
garbage storage area.

Not likely there's enough
room in there for a man to hide.

Not likely? Is that your
considered opinion?

Yes, sir.

We could check
them out if you like.

I would like it, sergeant.

Pollack.

Check out the bins.

Is that the alley?

Yes, sir.

You don't see nothing
at all down there?

Just some kids playing.

They said they
hadn't seen anyone.

That's what they said?

Yes, sir.

Do you mind if I
look for myself?

No, sir.

Well?

Give me the mike.

Command one. Command
one. This is Unit two.

Advise Captain Ames
that Lieutenant Gerard

has arrived at
3rd and Livermore.

Out.

Hiya, fellas.

Hi.

How are you?

Fine. BOY 2: Okay.

Um, I'm looking
for a friend of mine.

I heard he came by here.

He's wanted by the police.

Uh, he's dark-haired,
a little taller than I am.

We didn't see nobody, mister.

How about you, son?

Did you see anybody?

Hey, you're a pretty
big boy, aren't you?

I think you're big enough
to be let into a secret.

Dime.

Are these your brothers?

I bet they think you're
just a baby, don't they?

They think you're not old
enough to be let into anything.

I've got a little boy
about your age.

We have a whole lot
of secrets together.

Just the two of us.

Of course, if, uh...

If you gave me a secret,

then I'd have to give
you something in return,

wouldn't I? Hm?

Which one do you like best?

That one?

Okay.

Somebody must have
put a penny in it, mister.

It always jams when
somebody puts a penny in it.

Who has the key for this?

Oh, it's just a courtyard
for drying clothes.

They lock it up during
the winter. You can tell...

I didn't ask what
it was, officer.

I asked who has a key for it.

A man named Jenner
owns the building.

I don't know if
he still lives here.

Find him.

But, lieutenant... Find him.

Lieutenant Gerard.

I'm Captain Ames.
Glad to have you with us.

How do you do? Any problem?

I'm sorry we seem to be
a little short-handed here.

Unfortunately, with the flood
threat in outlying districts,

our main concern is the
evacuation of residents

and protection against looting.

You can understand
that, I'm sure.

However, within the framework
of that responsibility, lieutenant,

I want you to know that
we'll do everything possible

to bring in your man.

I hope there won't
be any problems.

No, no problems.

Good. Suppose we get
back to headquarters.

We can supervise the
whole search area there.

Hey, mister. Hey, mister.

It's okay now.

Hey, mister. What'd
you do anyway?

What're they trying
to bust you for?

Still nothing, Mrs. Gerard.

We'll page you just as soon as
any call comes in whatsoever.

Is something the
matter, Mrs. Gerard?

No, no, nothing's the matter.

Nothing at all.

If you ask me, I don't
think he's in the city at all.

Kimble. Richard Kimble.

I couldn't help
overhearing your husband

on the phone this morning.

No, he's probably long
gone from the country by now.

Yes, I mean, why should
he stick around here.

It'll only be
logical for him to...

Mrs. Gerard?

What do you have here now?

Two L units. Just two?

Just two.

Are you hungry, lieutenant?

I could have something
to eat brought in.

Eat?

It's a quarter of two.

Look, do you have
a phone I could use?

I forgot I was
supposed to call my wife.

Certainly. See if you
can get her on the phone

for the lieutenant. Right.

The Pace Hotel.

While we're waiting,

I have something that
you might be interested in.

This is the sign-out book at the
diner where Kimble was working.

It still doesn't seem possible.

The owner identified
the pictures of Kimble.

There's a make on the prints.

At 11 in the
morning, lieutenant,

after nine hours in the
kitchen, anything's possible.

No, not with Kimble.

Something happened.

Lieutenant, I've seen it before.

You put a man like
Kimble down far enough,

strip enough away from him,

all you have left is
a tired, sick animal.

Animals aren't very
smart, lieutenant.

All that keeps them going
is the barest of instincts.

Every time they fall,

they get up a little slower.

I understand you've been
after this Kimble for a long time.

Well, maybe this time

you're finally going
to see the end of it.

There wasn't any answer in
your wife's room, lieutenant.

I, uh, had them page her
on the hotel, but no luck.

Is there any message?

Um, no, no message.

Hey.

You going east? That's right.

I'd like to ride along with you.

I mean, I could sure use a...

Okay, come on.

Nothing. Nothing at all.

But they told me at the hotel

the busses were still running.

Well, nothing headed
toward Indiana.

Floods have the
highways all blocked off.

Now, why don't you
give us a call tomorrow?

No, I don't want to
wait until tomorrow.

I want to leave today.

Well, I'm sorry. Next.

My name's Jarvis.
Metropolitan Police.

That's a picture of a
man we're looking for.

Post it someplace
where it'll be out of sight.

Right.

Mrs. Gerard?

I beg your pardon, ma'am, but
aren't you Mrs. Philip Gerard?

I guess you don't remember me.

I... I was sent up to Stafford
last year on a prisoner escort.

I met you with the lieutenant.

No. Jarvis?

Arthur Jarvis?

No, I'm afraid you
must be mistaken.

I... I don't know
anyone named Gerard.

The name is Lindsay.

Sure.

Sorry, ma'am.

Mrs. Lindsay, if you don't mind.

I've got to get out of the city.

It's very important
to me. I just must.

I'll take anything.
Anything at all.

Well, there's a bus headed
east leaving in ten minutes.

You might make
connections north in Joplin.

That's fine,
that'll be just fine.

Lindsay.

Now loading at
Gate 2. Thank you.

Have a happy trip.

Oh, Mrs. Linds...

Yeah. I been down on
my luck a couple of times.

But I didn't sit
around on my duff,

feeling sorry for myself,
you know what I mean?

Yeah.

Nobody's gotta be a bum anymore.

Not in this day and age.

All you need is a little
guts and enough backbone

to stay away from the sauce

and stand up to an
honest day's work.

You know what I mean?

Hey, buddy, you listening?

Yeah.

Good, you might learn something.

Hello, this is Philip
Gerard again. Room 604.

I wonder if you'd
just check once more

to make sure there aren't
any messages for me.

Yeah, I know, but I thought

something might have
come in the last five minutes.

All right, thank you.

Any luck, lieutenant? Mmm?

If you're worried about
your wife, lieutenant,

we could put out a
quick check on her.

No, that's all right.

She, uh... She
just went shopping.

They mislaid the message.

That's what happened.
Sure, sure. That'll happen.

If you don't have any
more questions for Mr. Bota,

I thought we might
send him home.

Uh. Yes, I... I do have
some more questions.

Uh, as a friend of
Kimble... Steve Carver's.

Isn't it likely that you
would have warned him?

No. I told you that.

No friend. Just work together.

I have said this many times.

I think he did,
lieutenant, several times.

Uh, I have it right here. Uh...

The question, "Did you know..."

All right, all right.
Send him home.

You've got to understand Kimble.

He always forms associations.

There's always
someone to help him,

warn him.

He could've been warned.

He could've slipped through.

All this could be for nothing.

We have flood
control checkpoints

along the highways
outside of town.

They've all been alerted.

If he did slip through here,

there's a good
chance they'll get him.

A good chance.

That's not enough.

Not nearly enough.

Is this the main
highway heading east?

Yeah, we ought to
pick up a little time now.

What's the matter? Don't
you like main highways?

No, I just didn't think
we'd be heading this way.

Tell you what I'm
gonna do for you, buddy.

When we get to
the end of this haul,

I'm gonna let you
help me unload.

An hour's work, maybe two.

You'll earn yourself enough

to buy a couple
of good stiff sh*ts.

A couple of stiff sh*ts?

Yeah, sure, four bits.

What's the matter? You
got a free ride, didn't you?

Who else would
have picked you up?

You know, you lousy
guys are all alike.

The world owes you a living.

Gimme, gimme, gimme.
That's all you know!

Shut up!

What'd you say? I
said, shut up. Please.

Get your hands off me.

Who do ya think
you're pushing around?

Some stewbum buddy of yours?

Yeah! Yeah!

I... I'm sorry, I...

Out of my head. I haven't
eaten for a couple of days.

The whole world's sorry, buddy.

I'm sorry too.

Go on, get out.

What's the matter, you
stupid or something?

Can't you see I'm blocked?

Okay to go through?

We were all checked
out at the terminal.

You're seventy-three? Right.

I got a message for
you from your dispatcher.

There's a stretch of road
about ten miles up the line

that's liable to be
shut off at any time.

Your dispatcher
asked me to tell you

that if any of your passengers
are worried about going on,

unload them right here.

They'll send another
bus to take them back.

Check.

I told you to get out.

The soup kitchen
just closed down.

Hey!

I'll move my car out of the
way so you can go right through.

Right.

Hey, change your mind, friend?

Yeah.

Stout fella.

Yes, make it collect.

Philip Gerard.

It's my home. They'll
accept charges.

Hello?

Hello, Margaret,
it's Mr. Gerard.

How are the children?

No, nothing's the matter.

Margaret, uh,

I wonder if by any
chance Mrs. Gerard called?

We may have missed
connections along the way

and I just thought perhaps...

Oh? He is?

Did he have his dinner?

Yeah.

Yes, put him on.

Captain Ames.

Hello, son.

Oh, fine.

A good vacation.

Uh, look, son, you didn't happen

to answer the
phone today, did you?

No, nothing important.

What did you do today?

Okay, Jarvis. Thanks.

Yeah? Oh, I'd like
to hear about that.

Look, I'm sorry,
son. I have to go.

I'll, um... I'll talk
to you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Yes, and your mother too.

All right. Goodbye, son.

Any more word on your wife?

Nothing to be concerned about.

I told you before, there was a
message from her at the hotel

and they just
mislaid it temporarily.

Yes, that's what you told me.

Uh, lieutenant, we here...

We try to mind our own business.

Maybe we do sometimes
when we shouldn't.

For whatever it's
worth, lieutenant,

one of our men just called in

and he's convinced
he saw your wife

buying a ticket on
an eastbound bus.

Well, he's mistaken.

That couldn't be.

She has no reason
to be going east.

All right, lieutenant, I
know all the reasons

why it couldn't be.

I only tell you
this just in case

you want me to
check out the bus.

Do you?

Well, yes.

Yes, I would appreciate that.

God's country, huh?

Kind of makes you feel like
we're the only people around.

Like the flood got everyone else

and here we are on Noah's Ark.

Yeah. Noah's Ark.

One male, one female.

Who knows,

maybe we'll be the ones to start
the human race all over again.

All right,

so we won't be the ones
to start it all over again.

Hey, listen to me, everybody.

Come on down here.
Let's get together.

Let's get to know each other.
Have some fun and games.

You too, driver!

Ha-ha-ha-ha! Come on!

What do you say? Hey, champ.

You got your whole
life to sleep. Wake up.

It's all right.

Is everybody all right?

Anybody hurt back there?

Are you okay? I think so.

Oh.

Hey. Somebody give me a hand.

Get her feet. I got...

You get on at the terminal?

Yeah, I should have
gotten off when I could.

Take it easy.

Take it easy.

I... I can't see!

I... I can't see!

I can't see.

Take it easy, lady.

You'll be all right.
She says she can't see!

Here, bite on that.

Go on, bite on it.

Her name is Lindsay.

Mrs. Lindsay.

You've been in an accident
but you're going to be all right.

Now, you can't see for the
moment but you will see again.

You will be able to see again.

Now, do you understand me?

Just lie there and be
calm and you'll be all right.

Lady, stay with her, will you?

You'll be fine.

Hey, there.

Say, I was, uh, real worried.

Her sight's coming back, huh?

Just like that?

No, her sight isn't
coming back just like that.

I think she's got a concussion.

Well, what can we do?

Where's the nearest town?

Oh, there's nothing
on this highway

for 30 miles either way.

Oh, there's Tilden.

Must be about ten
miles down the line.

But I think we ought
to wait here for help.

That would take hours.

You planning to take her
by yourself, buddy? Is that it?

I can't hear you, boy.

You want to take her?

No, no, uh,

I've gotta stay
here with the bus.

We're going to count
the money in her purse.

When you get to that town,
every penny better be there.

We're both witnesses.

Understand, boy?

Come on, give me a hand.

Right.

Right, thank you, sir.

According to the ticket seller,

the woman in
question bought a ticket

under the name of Lindsay,
on the 2:10 bus for Joplin.

Any of that ring
a bell, lieutenant?

Lindsay.

Lindsay was my
wife's maiden name.

How far is it to Joplin?

About 150 miles east of here.

If it's on time, the bus should
almost be there by now.

Where are you taking me?

There's a town a few miles away.

They'll be able to take care
of you there, Mrs. Lindsay.

Lindsay.

Miss Marie Lindsay.

No. Don't try to talk.

Just rest.

Don't say anything
unless it's important.

No, it's nothing.

Nothing important.

Whoever you are,
you're very kind.

Staying close to the
action, huh, lieutenant?

Lieutenant, about
that woman on the bus,

the one that called
herself Mrs. Lindsay...

I think we've established
who she is, sergeant.

Any reason why you shouldn't
call her by her right name?

Uh, no, sir, I just
thought that...

Mrs. Gerard.

Mrs. Marie Gerard.

Yes, sir.

We put a call through
to the Joplin bus terminal.

Why?

Well, the captain thought
you'd want to know...

Thank the captain for me.
Tell him all I'm concerned with

right now is Richard Kimble.

Yes, sir, but if your
wife is missing...

Kimble, sergeant.

Richard Kimble.

Height, six-foot
one, weight 173.

That's all I want to hear about.

Yes, sir. Kimble.

In the city, the search for
Richard Kimble goes on.

But it is one more
grim appointment

that he will not keep.

The relentless steel jaws
will close on an empty trap.

But for Richard Kimble,

the fates are preparing
another appointment.

At another time.

At another place.