03x26 - The White Knight

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It looks as if you're in
quite a mess, doctor.

Perhaps you'll think twice

before rescuing
prominent citizens

from burning airplanes,

or even friends of
prominent citizens.

I beg your pardon.

I know all about
his little friends.

I'm merely curious as to
which one it was this time.

I don't like to make
ultimatums, doctor,

but either you
tell me the truth,

or I'm going turn
you over to the police.

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:

Steven Hill.

Jessica Walter.

James Callahan.

And special guest
star Nancy Wickwire.

Quick reflexes are
necessary to a doctor.

They are indispensable
to a fugitive.

To Richard Kimble, who
is both doctor and fugitive,

they can mean survival.

Stay down.

You all right?

I'm a little shaken
up, but I'm okay.

He's got a broken leg,

probably some internal injuries.

I'll get an ambulance.

If he comes to, keep
him from moving.

I don't know,

this article mentions
"reward" at least three times.

You think someone would
tell him, whoever he is.

I wish somebody had told me.

Glenn, you know
they wouldn't let me in

to talk to you.
I'm just kidding.

By the way, I appreciate
the department

going to all this trouble.

Usually, we don't
look for someone

just to give them money,

but in this case, we'll
call it a public service.

Anyway, it was Russ' idea.

All right, let's get on
with your art lesson.

Yeah, I'd say you
got the eyes very well.

Okay.

Let's go on to the nose and
the lower part of the face.

I'm sure I'd know if I saw him,

but picking out features
like this is very tough.

Anyhow, I'm beginning to
feel like Dr. Frankenstein

putting his favorite
monster together.

Do the best you
can, Mr. Madison.

Like I said, we'll
check out the ranch

where he phoned
for an ambulance.

Gal got a pretty
good look at him.

Uh, listen, uh, if we
can get this in time,

we can make the evening papers.

Sometimes I think you're
too good for your job, Russ.

Okay, Mr. Evers,

I think this mouth
looks a little like his.

Seems kind of strange
he hasn't come forward yet.

Been almost a day and a half.

Hello.

No, not yet.

Oh, don't worry, I'll let you
know if we hear anything.

Bye.

What was that?

Newspapermen
are still downstairs.

Glenn, I think this is
the moment for you

to announce your
candidacy for the Senate.

No, I don't think the
timing's quite right.

You know, Russ, this
fellow we're looking for,

I'd rather the
newspapers didn't find him.

I want to tell him
how I feel personally,

not in front of a
lot of reporters.

All right.

Okay, Mr. Madison,
let's look at some noses.

All right, let's try this one.

Right here.

It's funny.

It's like I know this
guy from someplace.

Evers, you've seen
too many faces.

Just the same,
I've seen this face.

You're late.

That pickup in Kingman
took longer than I thought.

Oh, talking about pickups,

there's a dame waiting
for you over in the café.

I better check in first.

Oh, she's been waiting
over an hour already.

Did she give a name?

I was too busy looking to ask.

Thanks.

Yeah.

Hello.

You remember me, don't you?

Yes.

Do you have a minute?

Here, take this. It's still hot.

I've already had three cups.

Thank you.

Have you spoken to him yet?

Mr. Madison.

No. No, I haven't.

Did you talk to anybody
else about the crash?

No.

How did you find me?

The company name on the truck.

I, uh, called yesterday,

they told me you'd
be back today.

I told them I wanted
to locate a man

who changed a flat tire.

Why?

I wasn't supposed
to be in that airplane

with Glenn Madison.

I mean, there was
nothing wrong with it.

We're just friends, that's all,

but if it became known
that I was with him,

it might be bad.

Especially now.

You see, that's why I've
been so anxious to find you

before you talked to anyone.

I wondered what happened to you.

Then you read the papers?

They said he was alone.

I stayed with him until
I heard the ambulance.

Mr. Gordon,

I'd be so grateful, and Glenn
would too, if you wouldn't...

I won't.

Oh, thanks.

I've been so worried about it.

Well, look, if you
read the papers,

then you know about the reward.

I'll give you his
private number,

he's home now. I,
uh... I don't need it.

I don't intend to use it.

You don't want the reward?

No.

Why not?

Well, let's say, you have your
reasons for avoiding publicity,

I have mine, okay?

Okay.

You have trouble too?

I'm sorry.

Well, thanks.

Thank you.

For yesterday.

Welcome home.

Thank you.

Cocktail party?

No. Correction.

The mayor's cocktail party.

That's why I wasn't
home to greet you.

Well, that's going to cut down
on your social life somewhat,

isn't it?

Probably for two weeks.

Anything involving me,
reschedule, all right?

And prepare the
guestroom for Russ.

He'll be staying with
us until I'm on my feet.

Anything you say, dear.

Why did you fly
back alone, Glenn?

Why not?

You're always so
anxious to impress people

with what a great flyer you are.

Yes?

Just a minute.

Get off my back, Claire.

I'd love to.

Yes, Pat, honey, how are you?

Yes, Glenn, I'm fine.

Listen, the man who helped
us yesterday morning...

You too?

What do you mean?

While I was still unconscious,

Russ started a
crusade to find him.

He can call the police,
that's all we need.

I know, but I found him.

I'm glad it was you.

Who is he? What kind of a guy?

Well, his name's Dan Gordon,

but he won't say anything.

He doesn't even want the reward.

I don't get it.

He doesn't, Glenn. He
has his own troubles,

doesn't want publicity.

Honey, he may
have told you all that,

but suppose three
months from now,

the Senate race
going full blast,

and he suddenly decides
that the information he has

is worth a lot more.

He's not that kind
of man, Glenn.

How do you know him so well?

I just know I'm
right, that's all.

Glenn, forget about him.

All right. If he can
forget about us.

I'll try and take
Russ off the trail.

Mr. Gordon?

Dan Gordon?

Of course you are.

Well, I'd like to
shake your hand.

I'm Russ Haynes. How do you do.

You haven't been
reading the papers lately.

Luckily for you a friend at
work spotted your picture.

Look, I don't want any...

Look, I'd like you to come
and meet Mr. Madison.

That's not
necessary. Sure it is.

Come on. Boy, will Glenn be
surprised when he sees you.

You won't be sorry, either.

I guarantee it.

And don't worry
about the publicity,

we're gonna keep it
simple and dignified.

I'm glad of that.

Oh, that reminds me.

Uh, let me speak
to Mooney, please.

Lieutenant Mooney.

Al, this is Russ Haynes.

Listen, you can tell
your friend Evers

that sketch
worked out real fine.

A friend of his spotted
him and called me.

I'm taking him over
to see Glenn right now.

Oh, yeah? Who is he?

His name's Gordon.
Anyway, thanks a lot

for all your trouble.
I appreciate it.

It's a pleasure, Russ.

It was Haynes.

Thinks he's found the guy.

Al, I hate to keep
harping on this,

but I've seen that face before.

In a mugshot, maybe.

Well, uh, why don't
you go down to R&I

and get them on it?

I have.

They've been on
it since yesterday.

Where were you?
I've been call...

Never mind that. Wait till
you see who I've got here.

This is Dan Gordon.

I think you two have met before.

Mr. Gordon.

Hold it, you two. Hold it.

Don't do that.

Oh, this isn't for the papers,

I thought you'd
like one for yourself.

You heard him Russ.

Leave us alone
for a few minutes,

will you, Russ?

Okay, Glenn.

I'm glad you came.

I didn't have much choice.

Russ gets eager, all right.

I haven't thanked
you yet, have I?

I'm not sure I know how.

I appreciate your gallantry
as far as the lady is concerned.

Thank you for that too.

No need to make trouble.

I understand you have some
kind of problem, Mr. Gordon.

If I can help you with it,
all you have to do is ask.

At least, let me write a check.

I was on my way
to the bus terminal

when your Mr. Haynes
caught up with me.

My chauffeur will take you there

or anywhere else you wanna go.

After you've had
a drink with me?

Uh... Oh, don't tell
me you don't drink.

The man who saves my life
turns out to be a teetotaler.

I'll have one for the road.

Good.

Look at this.

Richard Kimble.

Good.

You and I go to Madison's house.

Get on the phone, make
sure they keep him there.

Get some other units
over there. Let's go.

Hold it.

Anyway, I've set down
on a carrier deck in a gale,

with half my controls sh*t away,

I never even got a scratch.

It just goes to show you,
never trust a machine.

Even people are more reliable.

Glenn, I have to
talk to you a minute.

It can wait. No, it can't.

Okay.

I think this better
be in private.

I was just leaving.

Would you mind
waiting on the terrace?

This won't take long.

Will you come back now?

Police think you're
Richard Kimble.

They're on their way here.

Russ will take you to a
room where you'll be safe

until I can get rid of them.

I'd rather take my
chances outside.

No, there aren't
enough places to hide.

Glenn, Mooney may
search the house.

Not if I tell them that
Kimble's already gone.

You are Kimble, aren't you?

You saved my life
yesterday morning.

Maybe I can do the
same for you tonight.

Now, go ahead.

You'll be okay in here.

Al.

I'm sorry, he's gone.

They told me on the
radio he was still here.

Uh, yes, I told them that
but, uh, Glenn said that...

Which is Mr. Madison's room?

Uh, right here. Right here.

Glenn?

Uh...

When did he leave?

Oh, ten, perhaps 15
minutes before your call.

I'm not sure, exactly,

the stuff I've been taking makes
me doze every now and then.

He just took the check and went.

Now I know why he
was in such a hurry.

Are you sure that's the man?

His hair was a little different.

I'm sure.

Mr. Madison,

I hope you're not
letting your gratitude...

Lieutenant, I love this
country and its way of life

too much to break its laws,

whether I agree
with them or not.

Lieutenant, no
sign of him outside.

Uh, keep the men looking.

He was on foot, he
may not have gone far.

Mr. Madison, see you later.

Thanks, Mrs. Madison.

Well, happy hunting, lieutenant.

Join me, Glenn?

I imagine you could use a drink.

We could even invite
your new resident doctor.

Claire, I want you to
stay out of this completely,

you understand?

Oh, I'm out of it.

All I asked is if
you'd like a drink.

Yes, I would.

Thank you.

Come in.

Glenn, the newspaper's
gonna be calling

and I'm gonna have
to tell them something,

so I thought you might say...

Do me a favor and
stop thinking, will you?

Sure, Glenn.

Oh, uh, my wife's
back from San Diego.

She wanted to say
hello and wish you well.

Why, sure, Russ.
Ask her to come in.

Sure, Glenn.

Come on in, honey.

Hello, Claire.

I'm glad you're
all right, Glenn.

There you are.

If there's anything
else you want,

you can use the
house phone, okay?

Wouldn't it be
better for all of us

if I just got out of here?

Oh, you will, but not yet.

Those hills are still
crawling with patrol cars.

Believe me, this is the
safest place you could be.

Mr. Madison's taking
quite a chance, isn't he?

Well, that's the
kind of man he is.

Thank you.

Yes?

Good evening, doctor.

Welcome to the Madison estate.

Thank you.

I'm the lady of the
house, as the saying goes.

Come in and sit down.

Oh, please eat
your dinner, doctor.

Oh, well, I'm, uh,
not very hungry.

Oh, would you,
uh, prefer a drink?

No, thank you.

It looks as if you're in
quite a mess, doctor.

Perhaps you'll think twice

before rescuing
prominent citizens

from burning airplanes,

or even friends of
prominent citizens.

I beg your pardon.

I know all about
his little friends.

I'm merely curious as to
which one it was this time.

I don't like to make
ultimatums, doctor,

but either you
tell me the truth,

or I'm going to turn
you over to the police.

Well, that, uh...

That won't do either one
of us much good, will it?

I suppose you think
I ought to thank you

for saving my husband's life.

That's not necessary.

Oh, yes, yes, it is necessary.

He's going to be a
senator, you know.

I shall be a senator's wife.

And then, who knows?

In eight years, perhaps ten...

I might even be the First Lady.

I... I'd be a... A
good First Lady.

They tell me I'm
very decorative.

Well, if, uh, there
isn't anything else...

That's why he married me.

That... My money.

My money.

Yes, my... My father
bought him for me.

I was shy and
lonely and miserable.

I saw Glenn Madison, wanted him,

so Daddy bought him.

Who was with him
on his airplane?

I'm a guest in your
husband's house.

Oh, yes,

so you'll protect
him to the death.

The whole world's set
on protecting my husband.

I am not drunk, doctor.

I drink, but I never seem
to be able to get drunk.

That's why I'm
so good at parties.

I thought it was because
you were decorative.

That too.

Good evening, doctor.

Russ is talking to the press
on the phone about Kimble,

telling them your offer
to hire the finest lawyers

in the country to help
him if he gets caught.

Glenn, what are you
going to do about him?

Make sure he gets away. How?

I haven't worked out the
mechanics yet, but I will.

I have to make
sure he's not caught,

not only for his
sake, but for ours.

I want to talk to
you about that.

Oh, honey, you were
upset this weekend.

I've already forgotten
all the things you said.

Well, I haven't.

I meant it, Glenn.

I meant it.

If there ever was
anything there,

it's gone now.

Not for me, Pat.

I need you more than ever.

Oh, no, I'm sorry, Glenn.

Not for you, because
you haven't lost anything

you can't replace.

But I'm sorry for myself...

and Russ.

I don't know how I could
have done this to him

and I can't anymore.

He's never known
and he never will.

And so it can't hurt him?

Glenn, he's already
been hurt by both of us.

Anything we had together
was stolen from him.

Love, attention, comfort.

And if he found out some day,

I couldn't stand it.

I won't let you go, Pat.

You can't stop me.

I'll leave here if I have to.

Leave you, Russ. Everything.

Be careful, Pat.

Your concern for your husband

suddenly makes
you very vulnerable.

I think you'll stay.

Come in.

Anyway, when you write
your folks in San Diego,

thank them for me, will you?

And tell them I'm too
mean to die young.

Any problems, Russ-boy?

No, fine. Fine.

Hi, honey.

Well, newspapers
are all straightened out.

We've still got Kimble.

Yeah, thanks to a series
of brilliant decisions

by my public relations man.

Starting out with
yesterday morning

when you thought it'd be a
great idea for my public image

to play up the
"Mystery Samaritan."

Is that what you called him?

Well, it was good publicity.

Still is, Russ-boy.

Let's see, what came next?

Yeah, the police
idento-kit, the sketch,

then you brought him here

and he turned out to
be an escaped k*ller.

Russ, baby, check
out the brainstorms

with me first, huh?

Let's let old Glenn call
the plays like always, okay?

Listen, Glenn...

Sure, Glenn.

I'm sorry.

Forget it.

What about Kimble?

As soon as the police
go, we move him out.

Okay. Pat?

Good night, Glenn.

Night, boy. Night, Pat.

Don't know what I'd
do without you two.

Doctor Kimble?

What's the matter?

I'm, uh, surprised.

My husband works
for Mr. Madison.

I've been worried about you.

Wh... Oh, thank you. So have I.

Well, I mean,
it's... It's all wrong.

You saved us and now
you may lose your life

because of it.

I want you to take my car keys,

it's parked on the street.

Uh, the, uh, patrol
cars are still out there,

but thank you very much.

Oh, the thanks go to you.

You're Russ Haynes'
wife, aren't you?

I haven't got any excuses.

But it's finished now.

Really finished.

When I first met Glenn, I
thought he was everything,

all the strength and
excitement I ever wanted.

The kind of man you
read about in history books.

Well... turned out he wasn't.

Telling you my problems doesn't
help you very much, does it?

Oh, I wish you
hadn't seen us crash.

I wish no one had.

So do I.

Claire.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too, Pat.

Sorry for both of us.

I think I'll have
a drink on that.

Where are you going, Claire?

Away.

I am leaving you... Senator.

You want to know why?

Claire, please.

I'll tell you why.

I've known all along
about your playmates.

I told you the next
time you'd be sorry,

but you didn't think I meant it.

And maybe I didn't.

Until you did this to Russ.

I can't blame her.

I remember being
taken in in the same way.

You can be a...

A terribly attractive
man, Glenn.

Of course, you know that.

Claire.

Attractive...

the way a panther is.

Goodbye, Glenn.

Imagine. You might
have been Senator.

I shudder to think what else.

You tried this once
before, remember?

All you got out of it was
loneliness and misery.

Yes, I remember.

I tried to k*ll myself,

I just messed it up.

But those were the
good old days, Glenn.

I wanted to die if I
couldn't be with you.

And now if I thought I
had to stay with you...

Well, this time I
wouldn't botch it.

You don't mean that, Claire.

Oh, yes, I mean it, all right.

And you don't know

how happy it makes me
feel to be able to say it.

Now it does, sure.

Let me know how you
feel in a week or two

when you start getting
lonely and looking for friends.

Let's...

Let's talk about how
you're going to feel, Glenn.

You'd better go sober up.

The sky is falling, Senator,

or do you really think this is
still some alcoholic fantasy?

Because I'm walking, Your Honor.

I'm walking and I'm talking.

To my lawyer, to the judge,

to the newspapers,

to anybody who wants to listen.

Glenn, darling, you're
about to have a new image.

The all-American boy gone bad.

The voters are gonna love it.

You pull the plug, we
both go down the drain.

Bon voyage, Glenn.

And don't worry about me.

There are better men
than you on every corner.

And where do you
think you'll find one?

Your money won't get
you anybody worthwhile.

Not now, not the way you look.

Not the way you hit the bottle.

Who'd wanna get involved
with an over-the-hill,

self-pitying drunk?

You're not going
anyplace, do you hear?

You think I'm gonna let
you louse up my career now?

Kimble.

Now's the time for you to leave.

Everybody's asleep,
the patrol cars are gone.

I'd just as soon nobody
knows you're gone but me,

so come on, give me
a hand back into bed.

You can take the
car keys and go.

I got the traction
apparatus undone,

but I don't think I can
hook it back up myself.

You better have
this leg re-X-rayed.

It feels all right.

Here are the car keys.

It's the blue one.

Take the right fork at
the bottom of the hill

and head north to Navajo Wells.

It's a little over 90 miles.

The bus station
won't be watched.

You can leave the car there.

Thanks.

Good luck.

Good luck to you.

Russ, get up here, will you?

Please, Russ.

Glenn, what's wrong?

Glenn? Glenn, can you hear me?

Was it Kimble, Glenn?

Glenn? Call Claire...

Thanks.

No, Russ. Let him go.

After what he did to you?

They'll catch him and
the first thing he'll tell them

is that we were hiding him.

That's right.

He's got us.

He was almost out his mind,

really worked up
about something.

Russ, he went
through those drawers.

One's gone.

That's Claire's.

Russ!

Russ, I want you
to unhook this thing

and get me downstairs
to the garage.

Glenn, she's dead.

That's not gonna do any good.

I saw him out the window.
He was heading north.

Only got a 10 minute start,

I can catch him
and I can k*ll him.

Now, give me a hand.

You're no m*rder*r.

k*lling that monster
wouldn't be m*rder.

He's already been
given a death sentence,

I'm just gonna carry it out.

Listen, you're not thinking.

What about the papers...

You think I care
anything about that now?

You don't now, but
you will... He's got to die,

I don't care what happens to me!

Glenn, now, I care
what happens to you

and so do a lot of other people.

Now, just let the
police handle it.

Well, I guess it doesn't
make any difference.

Whole thing's hit
the fan anyway.

Without Claire,

I'm not even sure I can
go through the campaign.

The police will

probably blast us out
of the water anyway.

What do you mean?

They'll catch him

and tell them the whole story.

Russ, we helped a
wanted m*rder*r escape.

Doesn't matter why.

Even if the police
don't bring charges,

it'll sure put me
out of the running.

Can you just dial the operator?

When they find him,

he's not gonna talk to anybody.

Russ, I won't let you do it.

He's an armed k*ller, isn't he?

Like you said, I'll just be
carrying out his sentence.

Russ, it's too dangerous.

Look, Glenn,

I'm the one who runs
the interference, huh?

Russ, don't do it.

Russ...

If I could have
gotten out of this rig,

maybe I could have stopped him.

But he's not a m*rder*r.

He couldn't k*ll anyone.

Of course he isn't.

Destroying someone
like Kimble isn't m*rder.

I meant Kimble.

I felt that way about
him too, you know that.

I'm afraid we were both wrong.

If only you could have
gotten out of that rig,

you would have stopped him.

Pat.

Dr. Kimble?

This is Pat Haynes.

If you're on the line,
please, answer me.

I'm here.

Now, listen to me, Russ.

Talk to your wife. Talk to Pat.

She'll tell you I didn't do it.

Go on, talk to her.

Pat?

Pat?

I feel like doing
what you're doing,

just pick a direction
and keep on going.

Pat should need you
pretty much about now.

Hm. Yeah.

Thank her for me.
Tell her we're even.

She told me that you
pulled her out of the plane.

She told me a lot of things.

Thanks.

Good luck to you.

Go back to her, Russ.

Yeah, I'm... I'm not
much use without her.

In the story books,

when you save a man's
life, you are richly rewarded.

For a fugitive,

it doesn't always work that way.

And sometimes,

when you are
chased by the furies,

the life you must
save is your own.