03x27 - The 2130

[bunniefuu]

What's the matter?

Cops.

Squads of them.
Just, uh, waiting.

You tell them you were alone.

Nothing about me.
You understand?

Nothing about my book
and nothing about me.

Okay.

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 star
in tonight's story:

Melvyn Douglas,

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.

Yes?

Jack, it's Laurie.

I've got to talk to you.

Jack, you've got to help me.

What's wrong?

It's the car.

Another fender.

Laurie, it's 1:00
in the morning.

Come on, we'll talk
about it tomorrow.

I know it's late. I...

I... I didn't realize it.

It's... It's not
really a bad dent.

Would you tell
Dad that you did it?

Would I tell him what?

Look, he's gonna
k*ll me if he finds out.

You remember how
mad he got the last time.

He said he wouldn't let
me drive the car for a year.

Laurie, if I take the blame
for you, I'm not helping you.

Oh, it's too soon
after the last time.

He's gonna be furious.

Please, Jack.

Laurie...

Look, I know what I'm
asking you is wrong.

But there are a lot of things
wrong between Dad and me.

They're not all
his fault, either.

Help me once, just
this one time, please.

I don't want him to hate me.

Jack, I promise it'll
never happen again.

Let's look at the car.

I appreciate your honesty, Jack.

I probably wouldn't have
noticed if you hadn't pointed it out.

I'd like to pay
for the repair, sir.

Oh, forget it.

I'll be leaving in
about 10 minutes.

Will you bring the
car out front, please?

Yes, sir.

Morning.

Good morning.

Who drives the little car?

Miss Ryder.

The doctor's daughter?

That's right.

Was she driving it last night?

I don't know.

Is she here now?

No, she just left for school.

The right front
fender has a dent.

Hm.

Doctor home?

Yes, sir. Is there
something wrong?

Well, hit-and-run.

A man's in the hospital

and it looks like that
car put him there.

Thank you.

We'd like to see
Dr. Ryder, please.

If you are Richard Kimble,

you lead a complicated life.

However, certain
decisions are simple:

when the police
start getting involved,

you don't wait around
to see what happens.

That's right.

He left the car
at the gas station.

The one just beyond
the three point.

Yes, about 12:30.

Oh, and sergeant, if you
want to question the attendant,

he's at the gas station now.

His name is Ernest Robely.

You're welcome, sergeant.

Hi, Dad.

Run along, honey.

Was that the police?

Was there something
wrong with the car?

Not with the car.
With Jack Davis.

What happened to him?

Nothing, yet.

He took the
sports car last night

and almost k*lled a man with it.

What?

Had the gall to tell me
that he dented the fender

in the parking lot.

How do you know he
hit somebody with it?

Witnesses.

Someone saw it happen.

Got enough of the license plate

to report it to the police.

Where is he now?

He's running.

Left the car in
the gas station...

Hello.

Yes.

Kimble?

No. No, I don't...
Oh, wait a minute.

A Dr. Richard Kimble?

Yes. Yes, of course
I remember him.

Yes, I see.

Laurie, do you know
who our chauffeur was?

He was a m*rder*r.

A wife k*ller.

Jack?

He was found
guilty and sentenced.

Then he escaped.

Can you imagine that?

Right under my own roof.

Well, it's my own fault.

I should have
checked his references.

How do you know
that he's this doctor?

Fingerprints all over his room.

Hm.

A doctor.

He was supposed to be
dedicated to saving lives.

Do you realize that's been two,

almost three years
since he got away?

All that time running
around loose.

The police haven't been
able to track him down.

Yes, of course.

Of course. Of course.

Operator.

Uh, this is Dr. Mark Ryder.

I want to place a call to
the state attorney general.

Thank you, I'll wait.

Like it was made for you.

How much do I owe you?

Ten bucks.

Uh, how about this?

Just what I need.

A chauffeur's uniform.

I must have gotten 10
calls for one yesterday.

The only thing I need
worse is a suit of armor,

size 38 short.

I haven't got 10 bucks.

You got 7?

Yes.

Okay.

Maybe I can find some tall
kid who'll buy it for Halloween.

Lieutenant Gerard.

I'm Dr. Ryder.

Sorry to keep you waiting.
Glad you could come.

That's quite all right.

You brought the
Kimble files with you?

I usually follow my orders.

I'm sorry if I'm a bit edgy,

but I'm usually not used to
this cloak-and-dagger business.

What do you mean?
My instructions

were to come to Denver

and hand the Kimble
files over to you.

That was all.

I think I can unravel
the mystery for you.

Here, let me take one of these.

We can get started right away.

Uh, excuse me, doctor.

Get started on what?

Well, catching
Kimble, of course.

Impressive, isn't it?

I'm sorry about the
night work, lieutenant,

but these machines are in
constant use during the day

and I have a pretty
full schedule myself.

I'm sorry you were
kept in the dark,

but apparently the
attorney general felt

that the fewer people who
knew about it, the better.

You really expect to
catch Richard Kimble

with this electronic brain?

It's not a brain,
lieutenant, it's a computer.

A digital computer
known as the 2130.

It doesn't think. It computes.

I've been using this
and machines like it

for several years now
in medical research.

We've had some
remarkable results.

I'm sure you have, doctor,

but have you ever
tried to compute

the whereabouts of
an escaped criminal?

No, but we'll find
Richard Kimble, lieutenant.

Now, the first thing we must do

is try to establish a pattern.

He has no pattern.

If he had, we'd have
caught him long ago.

We all have
patterns, lieutenant,

whether we realize it or not.

And a man who's been a
fugitive for several years

is likely to have a
very definite one.

Doctor, I assume this project
may take, uh, several days,

a week, maybe longer.

Perhaps.

So before we start,

it's only right that
I should tell you

how I feel about it.

You don't think it'll work.

That's right.

But nothing else has
worked either, has it?

So why not approach
it with an open mind?

So on the basis of a slight
lack of confidence in each other,

let's begin at the beginning.

Now, then, where and when
did Kimble first escape you?

You all right?

Yeah, thank you.

They're nice kids.

Yeah.

Why don't you come back

and have a cup
of coffee with us?

Okay, I'd like it.

Millie, looks to me like this
man could use a cup of coffee.

Sit down.

All right.

Our name is Oates.

I'm Tim. My wife Millie.

Alan, Bonnie and Charlie.

Do you get it? Get what?

Alan, Bonnie and
Charlie. A, B, C.

Next one's Douglas or
Debbie, depending on what it is.

I got a bet with my wife
we can get up to William.

Oh, Tim.

Piece of toast, mister?

Thank you, Alan.

Uh, my name's Grant. Bob Grant.

Headed anyplace in
particular, Mr. Grant?

Uh, California.

There's a lot of work
out there this time of year.

That's where we're heading.

Why don't you come with us?

Millie, mix this
man up some eggs.

Some people like
to travel alone, Tim.

Well, the man's
hungry, probably broke.

He don't wanna travel alone.

We got children to think about.

We don't know this man.

Well, he don't know us, either.

Uh, you're right, Mrs. Oates.

I appreciate the
hospitality. I'll be going.

Just a minute.

Can you drive?

Yes, I can drive.

Fine.

We'll make twice as much time.

Millie never did learn how.

And probably just as well.
You know women drivers.

Month of August. What
was that date again?

Um, the 29th.

August 29, southern Idaho,

large dairy farm.

For how long?

Six weeks.

Somebody recognized
him from a wanted poster.

He was actually, uh, caught
and held prisoner for a while.

Not relevant.

I don't want to know if he
was caught or recognized.

I'm trying to establish
a geographical pattern.

Dates, location, employment,
means of transportation.

Everything since he escaped.

Now, where'd he show up next?

He was seen in a
town called Drain,

near the Oregon
coast, September 19th.

Been driving a log truck
and left town on a freight.

I've programmed
all of the material

and the technician
is now encoding it

onto these punch cards.

Then we use the cards to
feed the data into the system.

This is the card sorter.

It arranges the cards
according to their various codes,

at the rate of 800
cards a minute,

and stores all the
information on tape.

The data on each single card

takes up about one-eighth
of an inch of tape.

Now the computer knows as
much about Kimble as you do.

Statistically, at least.

Excuse me.

Encode this, please.

Now, I'm going to
ask the computer

to examine all of the
material that is stored,

to see if there's a pattern to
Kimble's movement by seasons.

Thank you.

Oh, I didn't think
there'd be a pattern.

That's always been our
biggest problem with him.

There must be a pattern.

Either I've made a
mistake in the programming,

or some of your
information was wrong.

You and I and the 2130
are all blameless, doctor.

Kimble is simply not
a predictable man.

Lieutenant, all behavior
pattern is instinctual

in man as well as in the
lower animals unless...

Unless there are
certain outside stimuli.

Actually, as I think
back over your records,

the only thing that seems
to have influenced Kimble

is pursuit.

But we didn't
program those moves

or the times when he's
contacted his family.

You said they'd be
outside any pattern.

Hm. Yes, but were
there any others?

I mean do you know
of any other reasons

why Kimble should have
moved from place to place

except for the obvious ones

of earning a living or
running from the law?

There's the one-armed man.

The one-armed man?

Oh, yes, I remember. He said...

Kimble claimed to
have seen such a man

near the house on
the night of the m*rder.

Of course, he may exist
only in Kimble's mind.

But that's all that
matters, lieutenant.

Now, then, when we go
through Kimble's records again,

we'll make sure to leave out

all of the movements except
those which were motivated

by his trying to locate
a one-armed man.

"Pattern definite, 90 percent.

"December, January,
February, warm climate,

"West Coast or southeastern.

"Employment harvesting
and other similar.

"Marked tendency larger
employment groups.

"March, April, May, June,

"Central and Midwestern states.

"Employment: Wheat,
corn, barley, rye.

"Forty percent fieldwork,

60 percent transportation."

There's your pattern.

Right or wrong, it's a
little hard to believe.

You'll get used to it.

All right.

It's winter so
according to this,

he's either going
west or southeast.

Which involves
eight or 10 states.

Now, you and I dig up
statistics on those states

where the greatest amount

of non-union
employment can be found.

I'll program that into the 2130

which already
knows the type of jobs

that Kimble has held
during previous winters,

and then you can
ask for probabilities.

Probabilities? How many?

We can start with six.

Six.

Water, Mr. Grant?

Thanks, Alan.

You're pretty good at this, Bob.

You got quick hands.

So have you, when it
comes to eating those things.

Oh, I'm a growing boy.

I'll fill the canteen, Mom.

Okay. Good boy.

And check on the kids and see
what kind of trouble they're in.

Okay.

You got a nice family, Tim.

Thanks.

About all I do have.

That's enough.

Kimble. Kimble.

No, I don't remember the
name from any of my crews.

Of course, I don't know,
maybe he is and maybe he ain't.

I can't remember the
face of every picker I got.

I mean, there's may be 80,
90 out in the grove right now.

Well, I'll leave you
one of these posters

to circulate around.

Thanks a lot, Mr. Richardson.

Yeah, sure thing.

You guys load that
over in the back, will you?

Well, we got a choice.

We can spend the
rest of the daylight hours

looking over the pickers here

or we can drive down
the line to Cramer's.

I don't know. It's
gonna be a long day

either way you look at it.

Hey, Bonnie, lookit.

They got a picture of
our friend, Mr. Grant.

What?

Who did you say he was, son?

That's our friend Mr. Grant.

Where is he now?

Out there with
our folks, working.

That's just fine.

We're friends of his too.

Why don't you come along

and point out your
folks to us, huh?

- Sure, right there.
- You too, Bonnie.

Is he down here?

Yeah.

Mr. Grant. Mr. Grant.

Mr. Grant. Deputies,
two of them.

They got your picture.
They're coming after you.

Thanks, Alan.

Pa, I don't know why,

but I just had to warn him.

Was it right?

I don't know, son.

I would have done
the same thing, I guess.

Hello.

Yes, yes, lieutenant.

No question about it.
It was Kimble, all right.

They're sure?

Half a dozen people identified
him from the photograph.

And he still escaped.

The problem is we
were trying to cover

too many of your probabilities.

If we'd have narrowed it down,

we'd have had enough
manpower to get him.

Well, if you want
it narrowed down,

you'll have to get
me more information.

The machine can only compute
the data that you feed into it.

I'll give you all the
information you want, doctor.

I'll see you down there
in about half an hour.

Hey.

Would you mind
closing the door, please?

Thank you.

Hi.

Hello.

My name is Homer.

Jack. Hi.

Are you a writer?

Yeah.

Yes, I am.

Seventeen months'
worth of notes there.

That's enough for The Odyssey.

That's very good.

You're on the run, aren't you?

Join the club.

Here.

♪ Along came the FFV ♪

♪ The swiftest on the line ♪

♪ Running o'er The C & O road ♪

♪ Just 20 minutes behind ♪

♪ Running into Sou'ville ♪

♪ Headquarters for the line ♪

♪ Receiving their
Strict orders ♪

♪ From a station just behind ♪

Dr. Ryder?

Yes.

My name's Doug Bassett, doctor.

I'm a reporter
for the Chronicle.

I'd like to ask you about
this wire service story

on Richard Kimble.

They almost nailed him
someplace in California.

Well, that's very interesting.

Yes, it is,

when you consider that
he was your chauffeur

until a few days ago.

Well, that's hardly a secret.

No, sir.

Neither is this wire story.

But your recent
night activities are.

And so is the fact
that Lieutenant Gerard,

from Stafford, Indiana,
Kimble's hometown,

has been with you every night
in the data processing center.

What are you
getting at Mr., uh...?

Bassett.

I'm getting at a story, doctor.

I'd like you to tell me what
you and that detective are up to.

Or I could make
an educated guess.

In print.

Mr. Bassett, if you do that,

you'll destroy everything
that we're trying to accomplish.

I'm sure you don't
want to do that.

I want a story,
doctor. That's all.

And you'll have it.

You'll have it
exclusively when it's time.

You have my word on it.

All right, doctor.

Here's my card.

You have a deal.

Right.

I must say, lieutenant, he
has an impressive record

and your materials are
very comprehensive.

Yes, but it'll be useless until
we get some idea where he went.

We'll find out in just a minute.

Of course, there were a lot of
ways he could have escaped.

That's why we've eliminated
everything from the programming,

except those instances

where there was evidence
of immediate pursuit.

He probably has a
pattern for that too.

I don't think he'd risk
public transportation.

Hitchhiking is too exposed.

He knows he was almost
caught this morning.

Well, my guess is that
he'd get on a fast freight.

And there were two
of them through there.

Uh, to Salt Lake City
and Portland, Oregon.

Let's see how you stack up

against the
computer, lieutenant.

Well, lieutenant, you seem
to have computer blood.

Perhaps you'd
better notify the police

in Salt Lake City
and in Portland.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You feel better now?

Not really.

Have any idea
where we're headed?

No, thanks.

Oregon.

We'll be in Portland
in a few minutes.

Hey, uh, you want to hear
what I wrote about you last night?

Okay.

"One gets used to these
one-name companions after a while.

"This one is another Jack.

"Not typical, though.

"Intelligent, well-read,

"calluses on his hands, but
they aren't worker's hands.

"Not talkative, either.

"Advertising executive, maybe.

"Living beyond his
means. Nagging wife,

"spoiled kids, running
away from it all.

"Could be a k*ller too.

"sh*t his mistress after
finding her with somebody else.

"No, not the type.

"More likely an embezzler.

"Ran off with a load
of company funds,

"got a job somewhere
under a phony name.

Somebody recognized him,
so he's on the run again."

That's
stream-of-consciousness stuff.

I do it all the time.

Did I come close anywhere?

I'm afraid I'm not
gonna fit into your saga.

Sure you will.

Everybody does.

Hey, I know a place
just outside of town

where, uh, we can get
a couple of free meals

just for splitting some logs.

You gotta be careful not to cut
off your fingers, though, okay?

Sure, why not.

What's the matter?

Cops.

Squads of them.
Just, uh, waiting.

You tell them you were alone.

Nothing about me.
You understand?

Nothing about my book
and nothing about me.

Okay.

He's finished.

That's not Kimble.

No. I'll tell you who it
is though. It's Macklin.

Marty Macklin.

You mean the kid who sh*t
those two guards from Salem?

And that prison
guard in Seattle.

You got that flyer on Kimble?

Yeah.

Did you want to see me, Dad?

Yes, Laurie.

Laurie, these are the complete
files on Richard Kimble.

I've been over and over them.

School records, Army
history, medical career.

Every single detail.

And you know, it's an
amazing thing, Laurie.

Except for that one
moment of v*olence

and what he did to us,

he seems to be a
decent human being.

A good man and a good doctor.

Don't you think
that's strange, Laurie?

What did you want
to see me about, Dad?

I thought maybe you wanted
to see me about something.

Laurie, don't you
think it's strange

he told me about the car,

considering that he'd
run down somebody?

Well, maybe he thought
that you'd find out anyway.

And that's all you have to say?

Well, what do you mean?

Do you think that I...?

I mean I think I'd be sick

if I'd been hounding
an innocent man.

But his wife. Didn't
he k*ll his wife?

I don't know.

I'm not sure about anything.

Are you, Laurie?

I tried to tell
you before, but...

Oh, anyhow...

I had the car.

It was late and
I'd had some beer

and this...

This man, he... He just
stumbled right into the street,

right in front of me.

It wasn't my fault!

I was scared.

That's why I asked Jack to
say he put the dent in the fender.

I... I didn't even tell
him about the man.

But, Laurie, if it
wasn't your fault,

the police probably...

I wasn't afraid of the police.

I was afraid of you.

I...

I kept in touch with
the hospital, Dad.

The man's out of danger now.

I'm sorry, Laurie.

Forgive me.

Do you have to keep after him?

I'm afraid it doesn't
matter what I do...

anymore.

Gerard knows about 2130.

Anyone can program it for him.

Isn't there anything you can do?

Maybe.

Yes, maybe there is.

Maybe there's something I can
do about a great many things.

Hm.

Yes, yes, I'd like to talk
to one of your reporters.

A man named Bassett.

I'd just like to know
how he got ahold of that.

He must be a good reporter.

He must also be psychic.

Only four or five people know
exactly what we're doing here.

I'd say you can begin
adjusting that figure upwards.

And if Kimble sees this...

Then we can all go home.

If he knows he's being computed,

he'll begin to change
his pattern immediately.

Well, we'll just have to
act on the assumption

that he doesn't know. Yet.

Lieutenant, I've
conducted an experiment

which I'd like to show you.

Experiment? Yes.

If it has something to do
with Kimble, I'm interested.

It has.

We have access to
thousands of medical

and psychiatric case histories,

including over 100,000
convicted criminals.

I had those histories
fed into the 2130

along with the complete
profile of Richard Kimble.

And I mean complete.

And then I asked
for the probabilities

of his being able
to commit m*rder

under any circumstances.

"Subject capability
of committing m*rder:

98 percent negative."

No comment, lieutenant?

Just one:

The remaining 2
percent is enough for me.

Shall we get to work?

Flood control in Portland.

Evidently this
time he didn't run.

Uh, he's been in
Portland before.

Knows his way around.
Probably feels more secure.

Also, there'd be more
job opportunities there.

Well, there are your probables.

Uh, you programmed all that
additional employment data?

Everything back to 11 years old

when he was mowing
lawns for a quarter.

Well, this ought to be as
accurate as we can get.

I'm gonna call the
attorney general's office

and then I'm going
up there myself.

If Kimble hasn't
seen a newspaper yet,

we may still have a chance.

Cole, John, in the truck.

Johnson, James.

Smith, William.

Smith, William!

Brown, Max.

Gamble, Arthur.

Savory, Robert.

All right, relax.
We got a long ride.

Head's up buddy, let's go.

Well, there's a
truckload of workers due

in about ten minutes.

I think we'll get home
in time for dinner.

Can I take a look at your paper?

What's it worth to you?

A couple of cigarettes?

I'm all out.

Sorry.

What if I give you
the price of the paper?

And I get the paper back.

Yeah.

I wanna work the crossword.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, some guy just jumped ship.

That's him all right.

But he must have jumped
out about 6 or 8 miles back.

Was he reading this?

Yeah.

He gave me a dime for it.

Ten cents.

Well, he'll never get a
better bargain than that.

I appreciate everything
you tried to do, doctor.

For a while it looked
as if it was gonna work

and maybe it would have,

if it hadn't been for
the human element.

In this case, that reporter.

Well, who knows?

Maybe in a year or two.

You mean we should wait around

until he's established a
kind of anti-pattern pattern?

I'm afraid not, doctor.

Laurie and I are
about to have dinner.

Why don't you take a
later plane and join us?

Well, thank you but no.

Uh, I'm afraid I wouldn't
be very good company.

Uh, goodbye, doctor.

Goodbye, lieutenant.
Goodbye, Miss Ryder.

Goodbye, lieutenant.
Have a nice trip back.

Thank you.

Do you think he'll
ever catch him?

Possibly.

He knows more
about Richard Kimble

than anyone else.

But the 2130 knows just as much.

George.

MAN: Yes, doctor.

It looks like Kimble
reads the papers.

He may know that the
computer's tracking him.

You want to program that?

Yes, but suppose he
reverses his pattern?

Ask for the probabilities.

Yes, sir.

Cranberry bogs.

What an awful place to
be this time of the year.

Do you think he's really there?

I don't know.

I hope not.

Come on, Laurie.

If you are Richard
Kimble, fugitive,

your already complicated
life has become more so.

You can no longer
rely upon your instinct,

because, for all you know,

your pursuers may be machines.

And you are merely
a human being.