03x14 - End of the Line

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I'm kind of glad I asked
you to drop in Mr., uh...

Mossman.

They just found Mr. Unger, dead.

Glenn.

Glenn.

Mr. Unger's been m*rder*d.

Keep an eye on this
one till I get back, huh?

We don't find suspects
like him every day.

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:

Andrew Prine.

Barbara Dana.

Crahan Denton.

Are you going to college?

Oh, I thought you was one
of them college students.

I mean, I ain't supposed
to haul riders noway.

Hey, they'll be a bus
along in about an hour.

Yeah, sure.

Oh, come on, get in.

Your car break
down or something?

No. I just ran a
little short of cash.

A man's image can be shaped

by society's opinion of him.

A fugitive must
ask himself then:

How long can a running man
hold out against that opinion?

How many miles,
how many accusations

before he becomes what
society has labeled him?

I mean, how was I suppose
to know she was a co-ed.

What with the boys wearing
their hair as long as they do

and the girls wearing crew cuts.

Well, anyway, she's here
in the truck with me, see.

When all at once, bam,
goes the universal joint.

There we are out in
the middle of nowhere

and me a married man.

Hey, wake up, buddy,
it's the end of the line.

I can get you in, I ain't
so sure I can get you out.

Hey!

Hey, buddy!

"Good-Behavior
Sammy" they call me.

That's one thing they
teach you on the inside.

How to play the
game. Right, friend?

Tied one on the minute
you got out, right?

So did I the first time.

How much time did you
spend at the, uh, hotel?

Oh, none.

Oh, sure, sure. You
were just visiting.

Tickets, please.

Kindly have your
tickets ready, please.

Tickets.

Could you, uh, loan
me a couple of dollars?

I seem to have lost my wallet.

Are you kidding?

I wouldn't loan an
ex-con a plastic rosary.

There's a rumor going
around that we're not reliable.

Tickets, please.

Thank you.

Excuse me, I...

Stop that, Betty Jo.
Pull yourself together.

Tickets please.

Oh. Oh.

I've got them, Dad.

Oh, oh.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

St. Petersburg.
Six thirty-eight.

Thank you.

St. Petersburg, mister?

No, just the next stop.

Oh, Fort Scott.

Two and a quarter.

Nothing smaller? No.

What you need, mister, is
one of our commuter's books.

I don't think so.

Saves you 18 percent
on one-way fares,

32 percent on a round tripper.

No, thank you.

Suit yourself.

Thank you.

Tickets.

Tickets, please.

You getting homesick
for a number, again?

This ain't no place
to make a score.

Suppose he counts it?

I know that type of citizen.

Counts his fingers every
time he shakes his hand.

I'll be off the train by then.

And Sammy takes the rap?

Oh, no, friend.

Just drop it in the
mailbox or something

after you get off the train.

Or I start hollering and
guess who I'll be pointing at?

I've got to get
this back to him.

Sure, sure.

Tell him you only
lifted it for the exercise.

I forgot how quiet it is here.

Excuse me.

I, uh... MAN: Hey, Betty Jo!

Welcome home.

How'd you know
we'd be on this train?

Oh, I didn't. The
Chief just wanted

to send some papers
on to St. Petersburg.

Ah. You wanted something?

Just wondering if there
was a good hotel in town.

No.

How do you measure
the difference in thieves?

By the amount stolen?

In the conscience
of Dr. Richard Kimble

there is little difference

between the thief in
the train and himself.

It will be a long time
before he forgets that face.

Where is our taxi?

Two trains a day and
that bird brain manages

to miss them as
regularly as clockwork.

I'll give you a lift, Mr. Unger.

Well, that's mighty
considerate of you, Glenn.

Isn't it, Betty Jo?

Eh, they can have
their big cities.

You don't get
service like this in...

Raiford.

It's good to have
you back, Betty Jo.

Thanks, Glenn.

The dairy or home, Mr. Unger?

Home. I don't know.

A dairy might be a handy
place to have a baby.

Oh, Betty Jo.

I should think you'd
have the decency to...

To what? Air out
the laundry at home?

Why should we? Glenn knows.

Everybody knows.

Neil and I aren't married
and I'm going to a have baby.

Dirty, dirty.

Well, you're saying it.

I'm just reading the
label you put there.

"Worthless".

Like you'd put on a bottle
of unpasteurized milk.

Glenn, I-I'm sorry you have
to be a witness to all this.

Now, that's enough.

Certainly, Father.

I'd rather take a room downtown.

Sure you would.

Neil's being released today

and you'd meet him at
some cheap roadhouse

and I won't allow that.

Oh, Glenn, at least
let me pay for the gas

because if I don't the
chief's gonna raise our taxes.

No, Mr. Unger,
you don't have to.

My wallet.

Maybe it dropped
out on the floor.

Say, Glenn, if it isn't there,

I want you to drive
down to the depot

and have them telephone
to the next station

and ask the conductor
if somebody picked it up.

Welcome home.

Mr. and Mrs. Neil
Hollis and family

are at home.

I'd like to talk to the
manager, please.

I'm Hee.

Edward Hee.

Waiter, bartender and owner.

I need a job. I saw
the sign in the window.

It's a very temporary position.

Oh, that's all right. I
have this debt to repay.

Please don't try to explain.

A buck and a quarter an
hour and deduct for meals.

You better clean up.

My customers are suspicious
enough with my food.

In there.

Father, you're really too much.

The flowers and the decorations.

And the lovely little
cakes from Swenson's.

A surprise shower.

You really thought
of everything.

You better get some rest.

Mmm. Rest and
a big glass of milk

and everything
will be just fine.

Yeah, we got to think this out.

There'll be no one to meet
him and he won't know why.

I can't even call him.

Please let me go
back to Raiford.

Neil will be looking for me.

Please, Father.

That tall man.

The one with the
dark hair, you know.

The one that got
off the train with us.

He was in the restroom with me.

He must have
followed me in there.

Father, please!

He's in Fort Scott.

Listen to me!

This is Roy Unger. Who's this?

Well, give me the chief.

Well, he's got to be somewhere.

All right, use that
expensive radio

that we tax payers
bought for you. Call him.

There's a thief
with 80 of my dollars

walking around the
streets of Fort Scott.

I want him arrested.

Well, sure I can give
you a description.

Life is just a bowl of noodles.

Every day I cook
almond duck, sui mui,

crab meat, egg foo yung,

and what do my customers order?

The number one dinner.

I finished the dishes.

There'll be plenty more.
Pots and pans and...

What are you doing? Going
some place else for dinner?

No, I, uh, I had the
number one dinner.

Uh, I'm all finished. I'd
like to get my money.

I have that debt...

Yes, four hours.

Well, let me see,
four hours at 1.25,

$5, uh, minus 1.20 for
the number one dinner.

That's... Three eighty.

Three eighty.

Three eighty.

Here you are, three and eighty.

I'll, uh, be back
in half an hour

if there are any
more pots and pans.

Ah, please.

Mind?

Hi. I wonder if you can help me.

I'm looking for a
man about 5'8 ", 5'9",

50 years old,

I think his last name
begins with a "U".

"U", huh?

There's a Bob Underwood,
but he's in the army.

This man has a
pregnant daughter.

Oh, the Unger girl.

Yeah, she sure is.

Oh, the Unger place is down
toward the reservoir there.

It's the biggest one
on Cedar Street.

Um, no thanks.

I think I'll walk.
It's a nice day.

For some.

Um, does Mr. Unger live here?

He isn't home.

I found a wallet...

I thought it might be his.

Well, you ought to
know, you took it.

It has some
initials on it, uh...

If you could
possibly identify it.

R.T.U.

If you expect any thanks for
bringing back an empty wallet.

Count it.

Well, my father said
he had $80 in here.

Would you please count it?

He was so sure
it had been stolen.

He doesn't have
much faith in people.

Well, I suppose you're
entitled to a reward,

but I don' t know how much
my father would want to give you.

Well, I don't need it, so
let's just forget it, Mrs...

Miss.

Goodbye, Miss Unger.

Oh, hello, who's this?

Oh, hi, Frank, Betty
Jo. Is my father there?

Oh, thanks, it's
nice being back.

Uh, Dad? I-I know you're busy...

I only wanted...

Please don't start that again.

Yes, you're right
and they're right.

So some people have
boils, you've got me.

Mr. Unger, please.

Mr. Unger, this is Neil Hollis.

I'm here.

What do you want me to do?

Plenty of dishes left.

All right.

I've got nothing to do
until that train comes.

Same wages?

Yeah, same wages.

Well, you can
start by taking these

across the street to the dairy,

and, uh, make sure I get
credit for the empties, huh?

That'll be $1.70.

A dollar seventy.

Oh, I heard you.

Miss Unger!

Well, if it isn't the
Good Samaritan again.

Change your mind about
a reward, Good Sam?

The, uh...

train doesn't
leave for two hours.

So? I like to wait.

What's your problem?

I'd like to see you return
that wallet to your father.

Oh, I get the message.

Go directly to jail, do not
pass go, do not collect.

Hold on, I'm not
going to the police.

Why not?

Well, I'm not giving
my father back a dime.

I'm sorry I cost
you a merit badge.

But as soon as I'm on that train

you can tell my father
anything you want.

After all, you just
found a wallet, right?

Right.

Wrong.

My father said there were
four twenties in that wallet.

That's not the way
you brought it back.

I needed... train fare.

How did you make
up the difference?

I spent the morning learning
the fine art of Chinese cooking.

Washing dishes?

Yeah.

Oh, my old man would
never believe that.

According to him,
the whole world's

on the road to perdition,

and I'm leading the parade.

You think running
away will help?

My father already
thinks I'm no good.

Why should I disappoint him?

Well, I can think of one reason.

Haven't you heard?

Betty Jo Unger isn't
fit to raise a baby.

She couldn't get married
because her boyfriend was in jail.

Six months I waited in
a broken-down motel,

and the day Neil
gets out on parole,

Daddy Warbucks shows up.

But you don't argue
with Roy T. Unger.

Had enough problems, Sam?

Could I have my bag?

I hope you give 'em
a good race, Sam,

whoever you're running from.

Me, I'm out of condition.

Don't look so worried.
It'll give you wrinkles.

Mr. Unger, I came for the money.

George! Jack!

Why don't you boys quit early?

I'll finish up.

Look, let's not play games.

You got the money or don't you?

When I say I'll do
something, I do it.

There's 500 dollars in there.

It represents a lot
of good honest work.

But what do I get for
it except your word?

Five hundred?

I don't bargain with jailbirds.

I told you what I'd do.

Tell it to your cows, Mr. Unger,

you said 1000 bucks.

I'm paying you 500 dollars
now with the condition

you don't talk to
my daughter. Right?

The price was
1000 and it still is.

You'll get the other 500
after the baby is born.

Now get out of here!

You any good with a handcar?

You shouldn't
scare me like that.

I thought it was Roy T. himself.

Miss Unger...

your father's dead.

It was an accident.

He tried to k*ll me.

Honest, honey, he was...
He was like a mad man.

He had a bottle...

I was only trying
to defend myself.

I was just...

I was trying to get the
bottle away from him.

That's all, I was just
trying to get the bottle...

Yeah, how far is it to
the nearest bus station?

Ain't no busses
running this time of year.

At least ways till you
reach the highway.

How far is that?

Fourteen miles.

Nine dollars and fifty cents.

Can't deadhead back, you know.

No, thanks.

Yeah, I know,
nice day for a walk.

Just hold it.

Right there, mister.

I don't want to sound
too small-townish,

but what you tell me
just doesn't quite add up.

Now, you tell me that your
name is, uh, Bob Mossman,

yet you have no identification.

You tell me you came into
town on the morning train,

you found a wallet.

Spent the whole day
looking for the owner,

and you finally turned it
over to Betty Jo Unger, uh?

That's too bad there's nobody
at home out there right now.

Tell me something.

Why didn't you just
come waltzing in here

like any other upright citizen

and let me do all
that work for you?

I guess I just
didn't think, uh...

I asked around.

Ah.

Who did you ask?

A taxi driver.

Mmm, and?

The man that runs
the Chinese restaurant.

And?

Now that couldn't have taken you

clear up till 4:45, could it?

No. Mr. Unger gave me

a darned accurate description
of the man that he claims

stole his wallet and you...

Kress speaking.

Yeah.

Mm-hm.

Yeah, okay. I'll be right there.

Uh, just don't touch
anything, you hear?

I'm kind of glad I asked you
to drop in Mr., uh, Mossman.

They just found Mr. Unger dead.

You like milk, Mr. Mossman?

Glenn.

Glenn.

Mr. Unger's been m*rder*d.

Keep an eye on this
one till I get back, huh?

We don't find suspects
like him every day.

Do you want to send a
make sheet to County?

No, no, plenty of time
for that when I get back.

You just concentrate

on seeing that he's comfortable,

right where he is.

Yeah, he'll be here, Bill.

Hey, uh... Do me a favor.

Phone Betty Jo Unger

and ask her, uh, real gentle,

to come over
here to the station.

Does she know?

Yeah. Yeah, they
phoned her first.

Hello?

No, the chief just stepped out.

Yeah, just a
minute, I'll find out.

Yeah, we got the application
in the mail this morning.

Uh, yeah, I know, but
it'll take a couple of days.

I realize that.

Well, if it comes by
then, you just let us know.

There's not much
of a view from there.

You'd better come
back and sit down.

In there.

Sit down.

I think we'll both
be a little more...

comfortable now.

Now, here. You
drink this, Betty Jo.

It'll make you
feel better, honey.

I got to get out of
these wet clothes.

Ah.

I'm afraid your dad's
clothes won't fit me too hot.

Neil, if they'd have let you,

you would have married
me, wouldn't you?

Betty Jo, you know I would have.

You know that.

Now you drink that, honey.

We can still get married
before the baby comes.

Look.

Betty Jo, if you help me,

everything's going
to work out just fine.

Nobody's going to believe
that I didn't mean to hurt him.

Nobody.

So now I have to go
away, but I'll be back.

Promise?

Didn't I come for you
the minute I got out?

I don't have anybody else now.

We don't need anybody else.

Remember?

Now, you help me find a
pair of slacks or something.

Then I'll get out of
here and I promise you,

everything's going to
go just like we planned.

No, don't.

If they know we're
inside, they'll break in.

That would be worse.

Oh, good afternoon, Miss Unger.

Chief...

I'm sorry about your father.

Thank you. Um...

Betty Jo, I expect you'd
like to be alone for awhile,

so I'll be going.

Hey, just a minute,
son. Yes, sir?

What's that you've got
all over your pants there?

I don't know.

I guess I just walked
through a sprinkler.

Well, it looks a little
bit like milk to me.

Now what would you think?

Look, I don't have to
answer any questions.

Oh, I think maybe you do.

I don't see... Take
your hands off me.

Ow! All right, all right. Wait.

What do you think I did anyway?

All right, wait a
minute. Wait a minute.

Will you let me alone?

I told you 27 times

I was just taking a walk.

All right, you keep shoving
me, I won't say a word. Nothing.

Sit down and shut up.

Sit down!

Book him. Prints and all.

And then send it
off to the county.

And after that we'll
do the same thing

for our other customer inside.

Fill it up.

Everything.

Are the batteries
any good in this thing?

Yeah, they should be.

Ah.

Fort Scott station.
Tuesday, June, uh...

Nine. 5:20 p.m.

Now, suppose you tell the
little magic box your name.

Neil Hollis.

Convictions? NEIL: Two.

Arrests? I don't remember.

You're out on parole
right now, aren't you, Neil?

Does that give you a
reason to lean on me?

Because I've got a record?

Mr. Kress.

Neil Hollis didn't
k*ll my father.

I did.

Why don't you sit
down, Miss Unger?

I, uh... I went
down to the dairy

to give my father
the lost wallet,

the one that man there
was kind enough to return.

Intact, by the way.

And then I, uh...

You don't have to say anything
more right now, Betty Jo.

No, I-I... I want to explain.

Well, while I was there,

I told my father I was
going to leave for good.

You know my father.

Right off the bat he's yelling

and then I start yelling and...

Well, this time I refused
to do what he wanted.

I guess I said some pretty
terrible things and, uh...

he began hitting me

and I picked up a
bottle and hit him.

And then all the... All the
milk began to fall and, uh...

Until he was nearly covered.

Uh, I-I guess that's all of it.

Remember that label
I was talking about?

I guess my father was right.

Except "worthless" seems
a little mild right now.

May I talk to her
a moment, please?

You ought to let
him go, Mr. Kress.

Soon enough, now don't worry.

In the meantime, why don't
you go back into my office

and relax and we
can talk a little while.

Right now I want to phone
the hospital and check.

They may have more
details on the cause of death.

Oh, I want to sign a
confession, legal and everything.

All in good time.

Glenn, you take Betty
Jo back in to my office.

Look, would you please let
me talk to her a few minutes?

Why? You got something
to tell us about all this?

Do you believe her confession?

Nope. What's that
got to do with it?

Well, I don't either.

I think I might be able to help.

Five minutes. That's all.

They can't keep you, Sam.

I saw him k*ll your father.

I know.

What did he say it was?
An accident? Self-defense?

Well, what's the difference?
He didn't mean to do it.

They wouldn't
believe him either.

Only would just about
put Neil away for good.

But with the baby and
all I can get off with a year.

Maybe less.

I've never done anything
for anybody before.

I heard your father
offer him 500 dollars.

Why?

To stay away from you?

Neil wouldn't stand
still for anything like that.

Well, why did he
go to the dairy?

Don't... Please, just
let me do this one thing.

The baby deserves to be born

somewhere other
than a prison ward.

I can't let you.
Yes, you can, Sam.

And you will.

You're afraid of the police or
you would have told them by now.

And I still think
you stole that wallet.

Maybe you've done worse.

So if you try and stop me,

I'll make so much noise

the chief will find out.

Whatever it is.

And I swear to God I will, Sam.

I will.

Betty Jo, you all right?

Oh, you know, I'd like to get
out of here sometime today.

Yeah, I suppose you would.

What do you want? She confessed.

Look, maybe she did, but you
better keep your mouth shut...

Hold it, Glenn. That
won't do any good.

He's right, Glenn.

You shut up.

Did he have any money on him?

Money? What do you
mean? What money?

Nothing... Just a thought.

Oh, that's very
cute of you, friend.

But here it is.

All my worldly possessions.

Glenn?

All right, now that everybody's
finished playing policeman,

maybe I can get some work done.

Okay, Hollis. Take
your stuff and get out.

But you can't believe that...

We don't have enough
evidence to hold him,

and we do have a
confession, remember?

Bye.

You too, out.

Nothing personal,

but I am rather busy and I
do need the space. Okay?

Happy running, Sam.

Town isn't paying you to
break up their equipment.

Well, get in your
car. Go follow him.

Which one?

Well, now one of them is wearing

Roy T. Unger's sweater, but you
use your own judgment, Glenn.

Here it is. Five
hundred dollars.

Uh, that's dairy stationery.

Betty, Betty.

Betty.

You've gotta tell
them that I didn't do it.

Well, tell them what
really happened.

Could you drive me home, Glenn?

Glenn, how about the other one?

Oh, uh, we didn't have
anything against him,

so I, uh, I drove
him to the train.

Any reason I shouldn't have?

No.

Just drive the lady home.

Some people run for exercise,

some are professionals
chasing a record,

and still others
must run to live.

Theirs is the longest race.

If they can last until tomorrow,

their reward is one
more day of running.