01x09 - Ticket to Alaska

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The name: Dr. Richard Kimble.

The destination:
death row, state prison.

The irony:

Richard Kimble is innocent.

Proved guilty, what Richard
Kimble could not prove

was that moments
before discovering

his m*rder*d wife's body,

he saw a one-armed man

running from the vicinity
of his home.

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.

ANNOUNCER:

A QM production.

Starring David Janssen
as The Fugitive.

With guest stars:
Geraldine Brooks,

Murray Matheson,

John Larkin,

David White.

ANNOUNCER:

The freighter Alaskan Star,

six hours out of Seattle,
Washington,

carrying a crew of ,

with accommodations
for passengers.

One of them,

Richard Kimble, now wearing
the name Larry Talman.

Destination:
Alaska, the th state.

Objective:

to earn a large sum of money
in a short period of time

and thus underwrite
the next phase

in the search
for his wife's k*ller.

Fine, that was exactly right,
Miss Wyatt.

Try it once again,
shall we?

All right.

Now, say when.

Pull.

By Jove, you must have equipped
your g*n with radar, Miss Wyatt.

Would you like
to try another round?

Naturally.

Steve...
Not here, Celia.

I'm on duty.

You've been avoiding me
ever since we left Seattle.

Well, it's just
that I've been too busy.

You weren't too busy
on the last trip.

Steve...
Celia, please, now.

I've got work to do.

Come on, Celia.

Won't you join us,
Mr. Talman?

Well, I'm not
very good at this.

Oh, you're not
very social.

I've been watching you.

Maybe I've been waiting
for an invitation.

Oh. All right,
I'm shameless.

But I intend to take
full advantage of this trip.

Skeet sh**ting originated
in England, you know.

It didn't get to the colonies
till the turn of the century.

Really?
Mm-hm.

WYATT:
, Mr. Morehead.

What?

Yes, it was just
after the Civil w*r.

Right after McCaskey
perfected the trap.

Oh, really?

Would you like to try?

Okay.

Well, now,
let that bird fly.

It's a clay pigeon.

"Bird" is badminton.

Say when.

Okay.

This your first trip
to Alaska, Mrs. Banning?

Yes.

Mrs. Banning and I are having
a wonderful trip.

Well, if there's
anything you need, just...

MR. BANNING:
Nothing, thanks.

Thank you very much.

You don't have to bow
to him, George.

He's not a policeman.

We should have flown.

Why?

This is lovely.

Next week, Alaska.

And then Brazil.

Much more educational
this way.

Yeah, running.

But first class,

with enough to feather
a lovely nest when we stop.

I don't know,

when the company
discovers the shortage...

Oh, George, not for months.

Stop second-guessing yourself.

Besides, I'm with you
all the way.

It'll be
our second honeymoon, huh?

With our first hundred thousand.

Relax, darling.

Adrienne...

I know,

you did it all for me.

Launch coming up
off the stern, sir.

Half speed.

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Say when.
Okay.

Oh!

Jolly good show.

A launch.

What would a launch...?

What was
all that about?

Mr. Vale missed
his connection at Seattle.

He's a...
He's a construction man.

Well, he really seemed to
be looking us over, didn't he?

Your radiogram said
that you were on your way

to a construction project
in Anchorage.

Yes, that's right.

Well, if you were in such
a hurry, why didn't you fly?

I'm here
to make an arrest.

One of my crew?

One of your passengers.

I have to make
an identification first.

Excellent spread,
captain.

Oh, thank you, sir.

It isn't the Ritz,
but we don't exactly

go undernourished here.

Mr. Vale,

we've all been wondering
about your late arrival.

Well, aren't you going
to tell us about it?

No secret.

I was, uh, held up by a
business deal in San Francisco.

And I'd promised myself
eight quiet days

on my way to Anchorage.

And here I am.

Hm.

How's your husband,
Mrs. Banning?

Uh, isn't he hungry?

Oh, I'm afraid he's not
a very good sailor, Mr. Talman.

MOREHEAD: He's an
excellent listener, though.

I was telling him
before dinner

about my plan
to bag the Kodiak bear,

the largest carnivore
in North America.

Oh, dear, I...

I sound very glamorous.

Actually, I'm not a hunter,

just an old-fashioned salesman.

g*ns.

I can be a bit of a bore
on the subject.

Maybe that's why Banning
lost his appetite, what.

WYATT: I wouldn't lose
my appetite, Mr. Morehead.

Actually, last year,
I was Colorado state champion.

Pistols.

For women, of course.

g*ns have always fascinated me.

I must seek your receptive ear,
Miss Wyatt.

Well, I hope your husband
feels better, Mrs. Banning.

I was very much impressed
with your entrance, Mr. Vale.

It tells me a lot about you.

Oh, really?

Yes.

You're the sort of man
who gets where he wants to go.

Ha.

I was just lucky
I was able to catch up.

Catch up? With who?

You did say that this was
vacation, didn't you?

That's just what it is.

What brought you aboard
the Alaskan Star, Mrs. Banning?

I'm running.

From charity bazaars
and luncheons with the girls

and dull cocktail parties
and, um...

What about your husband?

Is he running too?

Oh, no, poor guy.

He loves ocean travel.

He calls this
our second honeymoon.

Ah.

He must be feeling better.

Excuse me.

I searched his bag,
nothing.

Just a couple
of engineering manuals.

There you see,
what did I tell you?

He's no policeman.

Come on.

Oh, Celia,

I missed you so much.

Those first weeks,

they were pretty bad.

You missed me?

Honey, it's been
almost three months.

I expected you to write,

I was worried sick.

How do you think I felt?

I don't know
what you mean.

Steve, I don't understand.

I don't understand you.

I waited.

That night at the wharf
I waited till almost midnight.

Until the watchman
made me leave.

Then the next morning,

I went
to the union office.

Steve, what happened?

What happened?

Honey, I sent you
the telegram.

And you knew
I wasn't coming in.

You said...

you were crazy about me,
you said it...

Hasn't changed.

Nothing's changed.

You still love me?

Wait till we get
to Anchorage.

You'll see.

Steve,

that telegram.

I never got it.

Thank you, Miss Decker,
I'll look after that right away.

Good evening.

Good night, Mr. Talman.

Oh, you're in the
right stateroom, Mr. Talman.

I hope you don't mind
doubling up.

It's just for tonight.

All the other unused cabins
are loaded with storage.

So until one is cleared...

No, it's, uh...
It's no problem.

Glad to have you.
Oh, good.

Oh, I found this book
on your bed.

Are you in
the lumber business?

Oh, I work at it.

Been at it long?

No, not long.

Mm-hm.

Why, uh...?

Why did you leave
your last place?

I ran out of trees.

I am asking too many questions.

It's all right, I'm going
out on deck and have a smoke.

Don't let me chase you.

Not at all.

Oh, marvelous.

Mr. Talman, you're turning
into a real professional.

I forget to tell you,
I was state champion in skeet.

For men, of course.

STEVE:
Dead, sh*t.

The Alaskan Star,

two days out of Seattle,
Washington,

on the open sea.

At : p.m.,
a radiogram was received,

placing the freighter
under jurisdiction

of the United States
government.

From the home office, sir.

"Proceed to Ketchikan.

"Hold all passengers
for investigation

"by federal authorities.

"w*r Crimes Commission
suggests you ascertain

"Korean w*r background
of all concerned

with special reference
to International Brigade."

w*r Crimes Commission?

That means Vale
must have been after a...

A w*r criminal.

Or at least
it looks like it.

It also looks
like the man Vale was after

got to Vale first, hm?

Well, sir, shall I assemble
the passengers?

Yes, Mr. Lund.
In the dining room, please.

Oh, what about
the shakedown?

Stem to stern, sir.
No sign of the g*n.

Probably thrown overboard.

Vale's effects?

Just this one suitcase.

His wallet?

Wasn't on the body, sir.

It probably
went overboard too.

The four Harpies
of the sea:

shipwreck,

epidemic,

mutiny, m*rder.

So far, I've been spared
with nothing more serious

than a squall off of Antibes.

And now this.

Now, go get
the passengers, Mr. Lund.

Yes, sir.

Why are you pointing
a finger at us?

What about the crew?

For the past hours,

Mr. Lund and I have been
cross-examining the crew,

finding out where they were,
what they might have seen.

What about the officers?

I have written statements from
all officers, including myself.

And in any event, Vale told me
when he came aboard

that he was here
to identify and arrest

one of the passengers.

Is the good captain
going to act

as both judge, jury
and prosecutor?

I am authorizing this hearing
under maritime statutes,

covering contingency
and disaster.

I will turn
my findings

over to the federal authorities
at Ketchikan.

Mr. Lund here will conduct
the interrogation.

And it will be under oath.

Mrs. Banning.

No, I didn't hear the sh*t,
but I heard the scream,

and I ran with the others to...

where Miss Decker
was standing over Mr. Vale.

Who was with you at the time?

Well, I was skeet sh**ting

with Mr. Morehead,
Mr. Talman and Miss Wyatt.

My husband was
in a deck chair.

STEVE: Did you or anyone else
leave the skeet-sh**t area

just before
you heard the scream?

No, I didn't.

No, neither did the others.

When was the last time
you saw Miss Decker

before you heard her scream?

Well, I hadn't seen her all day.

CELIA:
Oh, yes, you did.

I saw you just about
an hour bef...

Before I found the body.

Oh, that's right, I forgot.

We met in the ladies' room
off the salon.

Mrs. Banning, were you ever
in the m*llitary service?

Well, now,
that's an odd question.

Were you?

No.

Mrs. Banning.

Your statement...

All of your statements.

...are being taken
under oath.

Now, let's not run the risk
of a charge of perjury.

I have forwarded
the entire passenger list

to the authorities.

Well, I was
with the American Red Cross,

but that's not
m*llitary service, is it?

When was this?

Uh, the Korean outbreak.

I met my husband in Japan.

We were married in Kyoto.

Your birthplace
is listed as, uh...

That is, uh,
Novgorod, Russia?

MRS. BANNING:
Novgorod.

Uh, it's a village
outside of St. Petersburg.

That was before the communists
changed it to Leningrad.

I wouldn't have known you were
foreign-born, Mrs. Banning.

You have no accent.

Well, I was months old

when my family fled
for their lives.

They were
white Russian.

I was educated in, uh,
an American mission in Shanghai.

I'm very grateful
to the Americans.

After I married George,
I became an American citizen.

And proud of it.

Did you know Mr. Vale?

No, I hadn't met him
until yesterday.

Mrs. Banning, did you ever hear
of the International Brigade?

The International Brigade
was a top-secret fighting unit,

formed during the Korean w*r
by the United Nations,

to spearhead att*cks
behind enemy lines.

Ever hear of it?

No.

Thank you, Mrs. Banning.

There may be
more questions later.

I'm a controller
for a plastic firm in Seattle.

I'm on a four-week leave.

Adrienne and I, uh,

covered Europe
and the States,

so we thought it was about time
we took a look at Alaska.

Maybe the Philippines
and, uh,

sort of a second honeymoon
in Japan.

STEVE:
Did you know Mr. Vale?

Never set eyes on him before.

And your last contact with him?

At breakfast,

with the others.

You were in Japan during
the Korean outbreak?

Supply officer, Hochon depot.
Eighth Army.

But I never heard
of any International Brigade.

Now, then, Mr. Banning,

where were you
between breakfast time

and the skeet sh**t when
you heard Miss Decker scream?

That's right, I was planning
to do some hunting.

What g*ns did you bring
with you?

A Wesley Richards
and gauge,

also a Holland and Holland
among others,

including
the usual side arms.

As far as I know, they're tucked
away in cargo, per regulations.

I might add, had any one
of them been used,

including the smallest,
the Webley and Scott,

it would have
blown Vale's head off.

Mr. Morehead,

nobody is saying that any
of your g*ns is involved here.

I was anticipating.

Has the death w*apon been found?

No.

Carry on, Mr. Lund.

I expect
it was thrown overboard,

as would Mr. Vale,

if the k*ller
could've managed it.

And why do you say that?

Well, he was
a fairly heavy man.

I know,
if I were to k*ll a man,

I wouldn't leave him
lying around to be discovered.

Did you know him?

No, sir, not at all.

Mr. Morehead, what about
the skeet-sh**ting g*n?

Couldn't that have been used?

No, I'm afraid not,
my dear.

Skeet g*n fires buckshot.

Mr. Vale was k*lled
by a b*llet.

Mr. Morehead, have you
ever been in the army?

Indeed I have.

World w*r II and Korea.

How did you serve in Korea?

Infantry officer,
Third Battalion,

Fieldstone Unit,
operating out of Chonju.

A ragged time it was.

And when you were there,

did you ever hear
of the International Brigade?

I did.

What do you know about it?

Not very much.

My battalion was
just another fighting unit,

the International Brigade
was very hush-hush

and high priority.

You knew this officially?

No, as rumor.

It was supposed to be
a sizeable organization.

Fourteen nations
represented in ratio

to their Korean commitment.

The United States, Britain,
Australia, France, Greece,

others.

Do you know any reason,
Mr. Morehead,

why the w*r Crimes Commission

would be interested
in the International Brigade?

Yes, I do.

Not many people know
the Brigade was annihilated

on its very first mission.

Oh, there may have been
a few survivors.

Obviously there was
a leak somewhere.

Secret information
got through to the enemy.

A betrayal,
everyone thought at the time.

But you yourself had no contact
with the Brigade?

None at all.

Mr. Lund, was Vale here

to investigate
the Brigade's destruction?

CAPTAIN:
Mr. Morehead,

would you please allow us
to ask the questions.

I have offered
a great deal of information,

and as this is informal...
Mr. Morehead...

...I think it might be helpful
to know exactly who Vale was

and what he was after.

Mr. Morehead,

would you please confine
yourself to answering?

Now, Miss Decker, you, uh...

You were on the foredeck
when you discovered the body.

What were you doing there?

I was expecting
to meet someone.

Who?

Was it Vale?

No.

Now, did you know
Mr. Vale?

No.

CAPTAIN:
Just a moment, Mr. Lund.

Miss Decker, who was it
you were expecting to meet?

I can't say, just yet.

Miss Decker, do you realize
the position that you are in?

You discovered the body,

you were at the scene
expecting to meet...someone.

Now, I urge you...

It wasn't Vale.

Who was it?

Miss Decker, I ask you again.

I didn't do it.
I never saw Mr. Vale before.

Mr. Lund, we'll return
to this witness.

I, uh, had been hired
by the Larkspur Lumber Company.

They have a new track
opening there soon.

Were you in Korean service,
Mr. Talman?

No, I, uh...

had a punctured eardrum.

I see.

Did you know Mr. Vale
before he came aboard?

Nope.

You shared
your cabin with him.

When was the last time
you saw him alive?

In the cabin,
about a half an hour

before Miss Decker found him.

Then you were the last one
to see him alive.

No, not exactly.

The m*rder*r was.

Uh, no,
I didn't hear the sh*t.

You were on the foredeck
just after breakfast,

were you not?

Was I?

I... I don't remember.

Yes, I saw you
from the bridge,

just before I went below.

Oh, well, I only stayed for...
For a minute.

I assure you,
I did not hear the sh*t.

And, captain, my hearing
is very acute.

Thank you, Miss Wyatt.

Well, my apologies to all of you
for this interrogation,

all except one.

Especially since the authorities
will be waiting for you

at Ketchikan to put you
through it again.

That'll be all for now.

Come in.

The captain would like to see
you in his quarters, Mr. Talman.

I'll walk along
with you.

All right.

CAPTAIN:
Come in.

Thank you, Mr. Lund.

Sit down.

Mr. Talman, we live
in a remarkable age.

I can remember when wireless
was a fairly new thing on ships.

Today we have
advanced technology.

We have radar,

radiograms,
ship-to-shore communications.

They've shrunk the oceans
of this world.

"Larry Talman,

" Cecil Avenue,
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

Next of kin,
Gladys Talman, sister."

There is no Cecil Avenue
in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

There is no Gladys Talman
nor Larry Talman

listed in the directories
of that city.

Now the information supplied me
by the other passengers

has all been verified
and I'm satisfied

that these people are
who they say they are.

Lack of statistics
is not a crime, captain.

Mr. Talman,
it takes a unique talent

to slither through the th
century without numbers.

Now, I have to assume
that you didn't suddenly

spring into life like Dionysus
from the thigh of Zeus.

At your age you must have,
uh, earned your living

for or years.

I've been around, yes.

Where?

Here and there.

Well, name three or four places
since you were .

I'd be very happy
to have them checked out.

Um...

I've forgotten most
of the places I've worked...

I... I'm not a one-place guy.

Mr. Talman, I have no heart
for inquisition,

but I have even less heart
for m*rder.

Now, unless you can properly
identify yourself,

I'm gonna be forced
to wire Ketchikan.

And tell them what?

That you could be guilty.

A man with no past...

may be hiding one.

Thirty-six hours to Ketchikan, Alaska.

Thirty-six hours till
the moment when Larry Talman

will be turned over
to the federal authorities.

MOREHEAD:
Come in.

Well, I expected
to see you in irons,

or whatever it is they do
on American ships.

I saw Lund dragging you
up to the bridge.

I gather you're high
on the captain's list.

I didn't k*ll Vale,
I had no reason to.

That's all our stories.

According to the straw vote
in the salon,

the captain was right...
about you.

What was your vote?

Abstained.

I was impressed
by your placing yourself

as the last on the list
to see Vale alive.

It was a needless admission
unless it was honest.

Thanks, I need a friend.

Uh, Mr. Morehead,

you know a lot about g*ns.

Do you think you could tell
from the wound

what caliber b*llet
k*lled Vale?

I think so.

Why?

I have an idea he was k*lled
with a small-caliber p*stol.

If I'm right,
I think I can clear myself.

It would clear me too.

I don't own
a small-caliber p*stol.

The body's down below.

I don't think the captain
would appreciate

our interest in the deceased.

Well, I have to find out.

I thought
you might have helped me.

Oh...

all right.

Let's find out what Mr. Vale can
tell us about his death, huh?

No doubt about it.
Small caliber.

Probably a . or . .

My guess is,
at extremely close range.

Well, I hope this helps.

I'm very grateful.

You can repay the favor
by keeping me informed

on anything
you come up with.

I've got a stake in this too,
you know.

Glad to.

What are you doing?

Let me go
or I'll scream for help.

You're going
to explain that g*n

that fell out
of your bag last night.

g*n?
That . caliber p*stol.

Where is it?
I don't know what...

Vale was k*lled
by a g*n just like that.

Now, where is it?
I never had it.

I never had it!

Look, I found these
in your dresser.

That's right. I forgot.
I did have a p*stol.

It was stolen
yesterday morning...

Let's tell
the captain about it.

All right.

CAPTAIN: Miss Decker, you
certainly must be aware

of the significance
of these cartridges.

I told you,
the g*n was stolen.

CAPTAIN: Why were you
carrying it in the first place?

Captain, there was a search
for the missing w*apon, right?

Yes.

And everyone was searched,
all the cabins.

Why was this box
of cartridges overlooked?

I had no trouble finding it.

Mr. Lund, can you explain
how this box of cartridges

came to be overlooked when you
searched Miss Decker's cabin.

Well, maybe, uh...

Maybe she hid them
outside her cabin.

Hid?

Oh, I never hid
those cartridges at all.

What I want to know, captain,

is why weren't they found
in the shakedown?

Why weren't they found,
Mr. Lund?

Tell them, Steve.

I asked you
a question, Lund.

Lund?

I never searched her cabin.

Why not?

Because she's an old friend.

I... I said
I wouldn't bother her.

CAPTAIN:
You wouldn't bother her?

A m*rder is committed,
and you wouldn't bother her!

Well, as of Anchorage,
you are off this ship, mister.

CELIA:
No, please, captain,

don't fire him.

He didn't have
to search my cabin.

He just knew
I couldn't k*ll anybody.

Steve knows me too well
for that.

But he couldn't tell you,
captain,

because you have rules
about officers and passengers.

Miss Decker, would you
please get to the point.

Celia, you don't have to.

It's all right,
darling.

We're going to be married,
Steve and me.

As soon as we get
to Anchorage.

We fell in love
just three months ago.

I'm sorry to have
to tell you this, Miss Decker,

but my first officer
is married.

He has a wife and two kids.

Don't say that.

That isn't true.

I know it isn't true.

Steve would have told me
if he were married.

Wouldn't you, Steve?

We were going
to be married before, captain.

Oh,

I waited for him.

Poor Steve, he tried
so desperately to get there.

And then...

Then I talked
to that other man.

A Mr. Carter
at your union office.

He said that same thing.

About a wife, I mean.

Well, you know
how women are,

they believe anybody.

I went into this pawnshop,
and I bought this little p*stol

and some b*ll*ts.

In that little box there.

And then I booked
passage again,

thinking these wicked,
sinful thoughts.

Thinking that a fine,
decent man

had used me as though I were
a cloth to wipe his shoe on,

but it just wasn't true.

I took one look at him

and he told me
about the telegram.

And all that talk
about his being married,

it just wasn't true anymore.

Miss Decker,
I apologize to you.

And on behalf of the company,
I apologize to you

for your embarrassment.

Thank you.

Steve...

Mr. Lund, I am relieving you
of your duties.

Mr. Kaler will take over
as first officer.

Yes, sir.

And, Mr. Talman,
you will stay away

from the rest
of my passengers from now on.

I was just trying to prove
my innocence, captain.

You will stay away
from them,

or I'll have you locked
in your cabin!

Oh, I'm sorry,
but this business with Lund is...

Whew.

How would you like
a cup of coffee?

Mm, I would.

I had no reason
to k*ll Vale, captain.

You can't ask me
to just sit and wait

for the hangman
at Ketchikan.

When this boat docks,
the k*ller goes free.

It makes sense, what you say.

And I have half a hunch
you didn't k*ll Vale,

but I'm forced to hold you,

a man with no background.

When Vale came aboard he must
have said something to you

about what he was looking for,
who he was looking for.

Anything like that
would help me.

I was only with him a few
minutes when he came aboard.

He had some documents
he was going to leave with me.

Well, that might help,
where are they?

He decided to keep them
with him.

Let's go take a look.

They weren't on him
when he was found.

And they weren't in his luggage.

Apparently, the k*ller
threw 'em overboard.

I'm sorry, Talman.

So am I.

Thanks for the coffee, captain.

Larry Talman can run no
faster than the ship moves.

Twelve hours to Ketchikan

and the waiting
federal authorities.

In twelve hours,
Larry Talman will be caught

and with him, Richard Kimble.

It's very little to ask,
captain.

You'd be my witness.

Thank you.

Yes, who is it?

STEVE:
It's me, Celia.

Steve,

come in.

Oh, come in.

It was nice of you
to come.

I know you're in trouble
with the captain.

Well, Celia,
I want to talk to you.

About Anchorage?

About us?

Honey, what the captain said

and what you heard at the union
office back in Seattle,

it's true.

You've got to understand
that we can never be married.

I do have a wife.

Do you understand?

Why don't we go up on deck.

It's a perfectly beautiful day.

Celia.

Now, listen.

You remember what
we talked about?

Up in Anchorage?

Well, it isn't
going to happen.

It can't happen.

I'm sorry.

God knows, I'm sorry,

but it just can't happen.

No, Steve.
Don't say that.

It isn't true.

It is true.

I'm sorry, Celia.

I'm sorry.

Steve?

Steve.

Come in.

Captain.

I just received this radiogram,
Mr. Banning.

It concerns you.

There, uh,
must be some mistake.

Embezzlement usually is
a mistake, Mr. Banning.

I, uh...

I can explain this, captain.

Well, you'll get a chance
to do just that at Ketchikan.

Captain, I assure you that...

Oh, I am fed up
with this rat's nest

I've taken aboard
this trip.

Philandering,
embezzlement, m*rder...

I just hope, for your sake,
that this doesn't tie in,

in any way,
with Vale's death.

No.

I had nothing to do with it.

But how do you know
this envelope belonged to Vale?

It's, uh, got
his initials on it.

P.V.

I found it, uh, wedged
between his bunk and the wall.

What's in it?

KIMBLE:
Letters.

I think they're important.

Are you going to show them
to the captain?

I don't think
it would do much good.

They're in Greek.

Oh.

You know you were right.

The captain told me
that Vale was

with the w*r Crimes Commission.

Ah.

There were Greeks
in the International Brigade.

Well, it's my guess
that these letters

are from one
of the survivors.

MOREHEAD:
It might well be.

Suppose something
like this:

the International Brigade
was betrayed...

Now, there's no doubt
about that.

...the betrayer is seen
at various times and places

by the survivors.

They write
to the w*r Crimes Commission,

saying such a person
was seen.

But if they knew
who the guilty one was,

then they would have reported it
to the authorities long ago.

I mean, there must have been
an investigation

when the Brigade was lost.

MOREHEAD:
But maybe the identity

of the betrayer
wasn't known at that time.

Maybe the Crimes Commission,

after years of hunting,

finally came up
with a prime suspect,

got in touch with the survivors,
asking for information on him.

Or her.

I think that poor Vale
was closing in on her.

Or him...or one of us.

Well, I think
it's delicious.

Do you know what I think
the captain ought to do?

MOREHEAD:
Miss Wyatt,

why is it that you always seem
to know more than the men?

It must be very gratifying
to be so smart.

What, hm?

Oh, Mr. Morehead.

Mr. Talman.
Hm?

There must have been
a very good reason why Mr. Vale

was put in your cabin.

Well, we were
the only bachelors aboard.

He didn't have much choice.

Well, after all,
he was assigned to you, old boy.

Well, aren't you going
to show them to the captain?

Yes, I will, uh...

I thought maybe I could get
a translation first,

there's a man down in the engine
room that speaks Greek.

I'm gonna go down
and see him.

You know, he doesn't look
like a traitor or a spy at all.

I'll have the letters.
Don't turn around!

There are no letters,
Mrs. Banning.

Just blank pieces
of paper.

Open the envelope,
give me the letters.

So you k*lled Vale
before he could identify you.

Only you know it
and I know it!

I know it, Mrs. Banning.

Captain?

MOREHEAD:
I know it.

Back in the salon, I thought
you were laying a trap.

A fine lot
of help I am.

Get back.

Let me go! Let me go!

Let me go!

Vale knew you sold out
to the communists, didn't he?

Oh, you're really something,
Mrs. Banning.

I didn't do it
for the communists.

I did it for money,
Mr. Talman.

For money.

What else is there?

KIMBLE:
Let's get her inside.

CAPTAIN:
Oh, Mr. Talman.

I just received
a radiogram.

Adrienne Banning
was actually Anna Janov.

She ran a waterfront dive
in Korea.

Peddled booze, narcotics,

anything the traffic would bear.

Apparently, this place was
a pipeline to the enemy.

Are you all finished
with the federal authorities?

I gave my statement
to the marshals.

I thought I'd stay over
in Ketchikan a couple of days.

I'm sorry I gave you
such a rough trip.

I've had rougher.

I guess they'll
be facing a grand jury.

Twenty-three good men
and true.

Twelve men.

What?

I'm sorry.

I... I think you're right.
It is men.

Yes. You're quite right.

WYATT:
Larry?

I wish you could make the rest
of the trip with us.

I... It could've been fun.

Not necessarily,
I might turn out to be

just as devious
as the Bannings.

Can you imagine.

You just don't know who
you're talking to these days.

No, you don't.

Goodbye.

Larry Talman,

freed of the suspicion
of m*rder,

leaves the Alaskan Star,

but it is Richard Kimble,

still under the sentence
of death, who steps ashore.

He will stay in this place
for as long as it is safe,

and then he will move on.

It is said that there is
no rest for the wicked,

nor sometimes
for the innocent.