04x05 - Ten Thousand Pieces of Silver

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- We meet somewhere?
- I don't think so.

I tell you, I got a memory that never
misses, and you I remember.

Been bugging me all day.

Wait a minute.

When I was in the hospital.

Yeah, that could be it.

Sure. Korea, right?

Never made it.

Never in Korea?

Livingston. Dave Livingston.

It just don't go with the face.

But I'll remember it soon
and spring it on you.

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 man y 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.

Lin McCarthy,

Joe Maross,

and special' guest star;
.June Harding,

Also starring, Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.

My, you're sure getting bigger
and prettier every day.

Um... See this man, Cathy?

Mm-hm.

I want you to remember his face.

If you should happen
to run into him,

just be nice, smile pretty

and walk away slow.

Now, can you understand that?

Mm.

Cathy, will you go fetch Dave?
We'd better tell him about this.

Mm-hm.

Mel, I've told you times.

What did I do?

The way you treat Cathy.

Talking to her like out of one of them
first grade readers.

Smile pretty, walk away.

Why don't you talk to her
the way you talk to anyone else?

Jacob,
you know I didn't mean anything.

But, well,
Cathy’s not like everybody else.

Got two arms, two legs,
a pretty face.

And a heck of a better disposition than
that Whitford girl you're so sweet on.

At dawn, he rises
to labor through the sunlight hours.

His hands,
skiffed enough for a surgeon's Kn*fe,

are forced to cruder tasks.

Tasks no longer
of his own choosing.

Not even his name is his own.

Hi, Uncle Dave.

Cathy, I told you.
I'm not your uncle.

Don't you wanna be?

Well, I guess I do, yes.

Then why can't you be?

Well, you can’t just be an uncle
because you wanna be.

Uncles happen, like parents.

How do they happen?

Well, if your mother or your father
had a brother,

that brother would be your uncle.

Even if I didn't like him
and he didn't like me?

Well, I'm sure he'd like you
and I'm sure you'd like him.

Do you like me?

Yeah, I like you.

And I like you.

So doesn't that make you my uncle?

Yeah, I guess it does, Cathy.

Now, what's keeping that man?

Now, don’t get touchy, Jacob,
but Cathy, well,

maybe she forgot.

And then I guess
you'd be Papa's brother.

Well, if he wanted a brother, yes.

Oh, that's what I was supposed
to remember.

He does want you.

- What do you mean?
- Well, he sent me to fetch you.

Sheriff Mel is here
and he wanted to talk to you.

Dave.

Dave, this is Sheriff Bailey,
Deputy Marsh.

Dave Livingston. New hired hand.

- Howdy, you been around here long?
- Couple of weeks.

- Where from?
- The Northwest. Clemente County.

- Picking apple?
- Yeah.

- Anything wrong, sheriff?
- Plenty.

k*ller loose in the area.

Report is he's spotted this morning.

We requested state police

and all the extra county deputies
we could get.

Ever see this man?

- No.
- Broke jail a few days ago.

We're gonna set up a big circle
and seal him in tight.

Anyone who shows up around here,
stranger,

anyone looking anything like him at all,
you just let us know right away.

And don't take any chances,
and don't try to be a hero.

No.

Nice, you can afford a hired hand.

Can't afford him. He's working
for his keep and pocket money.

Oh, I thought-- I thought
maybe things were looking up.

How?
One cow and a handful of chickens?

The land's so poor, you gotta pray
the harvest up out of the ground.

Oh, things will get better.

Oh, not with this soil.

Chickens are the answer.

Get myself a few thousand chickens,
I'll do just fine.

- What's up?
- Nothing.

I just know that guy.

- Livingston? Where from?
Hmm.

I don't know.

It'll come.

You know me and my memory.
One day, just like that.

If nothing else,
that's in pretty bad taste.

First lesson you learn
in the newspaper business

is sometimes
the facts are in bad taste.

And a newspaper deals in facts.

You call these facts? "How to m*rder
your wife and get away with it.

do it in Stafford,

where the police are so busy
keeping a lid on teenage pranks

they don't have time for such minor
misdemeanors as m*rder."

Facts?

I'd call that rather cheap humor.

Not in my opinion, lieutenant.

When your department is so busy
trying to make an example--

Your son is not being made
an example of, Mr. Pierce.

Your son stole a car.

He borrowed a car.

The courts will decide that.
My men perform a police function only.

Perhaps a judge
will believe Gary's story.

I certainly hope so.

Lieutenant, you know better.

My boy's in big trouble.

He said he was just going
for a little ride.

But your overenthusiastic men arrested
him before he could return the car.

Over enthusi--'? Come on, Mr. Pierce.
You can't have it both ways.

Either my men are lax,
or going beyond the call of duty.

- Which way do you want it?
- It isn’t a question of how I want it.

I'm making a case for simple justice.

No, you're not.
You're talking like an angry father.

That makes you an irresponsible
newspaper man.

You're willing, for personal reasons,

to destroy the faith of the public
in the police.

Are you asking for blind faith,
lieutenant?

You're the head of a law enforcement
agency, not a religion.

You've got to earn that faith.

And as a newspaperman,
you have a public trust to honor.

Oh, I do, lieutenant. I do.

I'm all for public service.

You're trying to catch a m*rder*r.

I'm going to help you
in my newspapers.

While you're doing nothing
but talking a lot about it,

I'm putting my money
where my editorial policy is.

- Hi. I brought your lunch.
- Oh, thank you.

Roast beef sandwiches,
you said you like them.

Yeah, I sure do.

I packed kind of a picnic.

I thought maybe we could have lunch
together over the grove.

Oh, well, Ella, I promised Cathy

that I'd go look at some place
she wanted to show me.

Maybe tomorrow.

I might've known.

It's always today for Cathy
and tomorrow for me.

Tomorrow's not that far away.

Just this one time,
could you tell Cathy tomorrow?

Why is that so important to you?

Maybe it sounds selfish,

but ever since our folks found out
that Cathy was different,

it’s always been,
“We have to understand, Ella.

And Cathy needs all the love
and attention we can give her."

And then Mom d*ed
and it got worse.

I feel sorry for her,

but I just want someone
to pay attention to me.

I mean, is it fair,
just because she's weak-headed?

I'm sorry I said that.

That was mean.

We'll have our picnic tomorrow,
all right, Ella?

Okay.

- Where’s the cave?
- See? I told you it was secret.

Hold this.

- You like it?
- It's beautiful.

It's my special place.

You're the first person
I ever showed it to.

First I ever wanted to.

Sit down.

Andy.

Hey, did you remember
what you learned yesterday?

I don't remember.

Well, sure you do.
Sure you do. Come on. Think.

I can't.

Can't?

Yeah, we have a cure for that.
It's a long word.

Concentrate, remember?

- Concentrate.
- --centrate.

Means you can,
even when you think you can't.

It means Cathy can.

Concentrate. Come on.

You know, Uncle Dave,

it's gonna take me a long, long time
to learn all of this.

That's all right, we have a long time.

You gonna stay and teach me
even if it takes a long, long time?

Cathy...

You're going away.

Not for a while. Not for along while.

But you're going away.

Sometimes we have to do things we
don't wanna do. Things we can't help.

You can, if you co-- Concen-

- Concentrate.
- Yeah.

All right.

We'll eat our lunch first.

Then I have to go into town.

Your father wants me
to go to the store for him.

Got the order all made up.

- You want a hand with that?
- No, I'll be all right. Thanks.

Looks like Jacob's
getting a bit more trusting.

He never used to phone in an order.

He liked to hang around
and watch me weigh things.

Millie? Clue Corman.

Get me a man named Pierce
in Stafford, Indiana

at the Stafford Courier office.

And make it collect.

Well, if he won’t accept the charges,
I’ll

I'm waiting right here.

You ring me
as soon as you get through.

And remember, no one but Pierce.

Hmm.

Pull up.

- You want the truck?
- Shut up.

There's a sideroad back there.
Get on it.

There's a roadblock ahead.
You wouldn't know that, would you?

All right, move.

Over there.

Come on, get going.

Papa, Papa, please.
I know something's happened to him.

I told you, honey,
nothing's happened.

He'll be here soon. You'll see.

Papa, maybe she's right.

Dave's been gone
an awfully long time.

He probably stopped for a drink.

You know how hired hands are
when they get quarters in their pocket.

Papa, somethings wrong. I can tell.

All right, honey.

If it'll make you feel any better,
I'll call Ollie, find out what time he left.

Hmm.

That'll be . .

Four and five. Thank you.

- Ollie?
- Yeah?

Big news in the paper today?
You never sold out this early before.

I ain't sold out. Didn't get here.

Well, I thought I saw Sy's truck
driving through a while ago.

I said didn't get here.
Read yesterday's over again.

Nothing different ever happens,
anyway.

- Want me to get it?
- No, no, no, it's all right.

I'll let you know
as soon as the papers come, all right?

I'll bring one over to you.

Hello?

Oh, it's you, Jacob.

That Livingston fellow?

He left some time ago.

- Should have been back an hour ago.
- Hold it.

Jacob, Mel Bailey. What's wrong?

Yeah, I know,
with Burmas loose somewhere.

Yeah, but with that old pickup of yours
and those tires,

it could just be a broken axle
or just a flat.

All right, I'll get in my oar and check.
You stay there.

And if he gets back safe,
call in to my office.

Marsh, Bailey.

Marsh here.

Jacob Lawrence's pickup
come through the roadblock?

There's been nothing through here
for the last hour.

You got problems?

I don't know. Out.

I'll get a tire iron.

The make on Burmas is positive.

He was last seen where the old road
crosses the Porter River.

He was thrown from a truck,
and he may or may not be hurt.

And remember,
he's definitely armed.

Ten-four.

We meet somewhere?

I don't think so.

I tell you, I got a memory that never
misses, and you I remember.

Been bugging me all day.

Wait a minute.

When I was in the hospital.

Yeah, that could be it.

Sure. Korea, right?

Never made it.

Never in Korea?

Well, I’ll keep working on it.

- Sheriff, I guess I owe you.
- Forget it. I owe you.

We got Burmas placed close
to the farm

and it's just a matter of time.

Keep an eye out for the girls.

Tell Jacob to keep them
inside the house.

Livingston. Dave Livingston.

It just don't go with the face.

But I'll remember it soon,
and spring it on you.

- About the truck, Jacob, I...
- Oh, forget it.

It wasn't your fault.

A fella like that Burmas,
you're lucky nothing happened to you.

No.

Nothing's ever gonna happen
to Uncle Dave.

He's my friend.

As I was saying,
that old pickup was on its last legs.

I was gonna have it hauled away
for junk, anyway.

We're gonna play
a game of checkers.

Will you help your sister
with the dishes?

Mm.

What's between you and Cathy?

How come you're so interested?

She said it, Jacob.
We're just friends.

You go off together all the time.
What do you do?

Well, Cathy is a...

Well, I feel she's a child
that can learn to read.

She can learn
to do more useful things.

You an expert on that?

- No, but I don't think it hurts to try.
- Might.

- Jacob, if you think I'm...
- Now, hold on, Dave.

Look, I've got no reason
to mistrust you.

I know you're a man with secrets,

but you do your work,
you help out real fine.

But I think it might be better
if you just let Cathy be.

I realize in this part of the country--

There isn't this part of the country
any more.

Look, I've been to the city, Dave.

I've seen the elephant.

Had a TV set for ten years,
a refrigerator for almost .

Do me a small favor, huh?

Don't treat me
like a country bumpkin.

Sorry.

I just--

I just think that it wouldn't hurt
to try and help Cathy.

What, do you think
I've just ignored her?

As soon as we learned she wasn't like
other children, we took her to doctors.

But there wasn't anything
that could be done.

Some people are just smarter
than others.

Cathy'll never be real smart,
but that's no shame.

No, I didn't say it was a shame.

I just feel she can be trained.

To do what?

She's never gonna be a schoolteacher
or anything like that, is she?

Cathy’s a very happy girl now.

You're just gonna make her unhappy
by trying to teach her things

that she'll never understand.

How long ago has it been
since you've taken her to a doctor?

Ten, years.

There have been new techniques,
new advancements since then.

Jacob, do me a favor.
After I leave, take her to a clinic.

After you leave?

Yes, I'll be leaving in the morning.

Hey, now, wait a minute.

Just because I ask
some honest questions,

that's no reason for you to go pack.

No, it isn't that. I--

Well, in town today, I called home.

There's some trouble.
I have to go back.

Papa.

Papa, don't let him go.

Oh, please don't let him go.

Oh, please, Papa.

Oh, Papa.

You in that big of a hurry?

It's an emergency.

Where can you go
this time of night?

Well, I’m just packing now.
I have to leave in the morning, Ella.

Please stay, Dave.

Just for a little while?

I'm not trying to push myself at you.

I just need somebody to talk to.

I'm so sick of this farm.

I'm sick
of being a farmer's daughter.

Even the word's a lousy joke.

But your father doesn't feel that way.
He's proud of what he is.

So you got his standard speech.

Well, don't you believe it.

He’s so ashamed
of being a crummy dirt farmer.

He bends over backwards
to show what a big city boy he is.

Anyway, what about your promise?

Promise?

You promised me a tomorrow.

I'm sorry, Ella.

There goes my picnic.

Are you the fella advertising
for this Kimble?

Oh. Sure, I know where he is.
Got a pencil handy?

Oliver Nelson Corman.

Yes.

Yes, I know the place.

Okay, I have it.

I just want to make sure.

Yeah, there's a Carson
who owns the garage.

Remember, Corman.

That's an awful lot of money
to get into the wrong hands.

No, I ain't telling you nothing else,

except I'm positive it's him.

You just come to town and--

Well, all right.

You just send
your Lieutenant Gerard here

and tell him to ask for Ollie Corman
at the general store.

We'll take it from there.

Mr. Corman, you saw it
in the newspapers.

That means Mr. Kimble
will see it too.

No chance.

Only place around
he can get a newspaper is right here.

And I got them all hid.

No. No, I'm sorry, but that's it.

- All right, Ollie. What are you up to?
- Nothing.

You said you hid all the papers.

- You were hearing things.
- I was. Now you start hearing things.

Unless you dig up those papers
in five seconds--

All right, all right.

I got my claim all staked out,
anyway.

There's a Lieutenant Gerard coming in
from Indiana to see me.

- Livingston.
- Mm.

I knew I'd seen that face.

I ought to pull you in.
I really ought to.

On what charge?
They're my papers.

I don't have to sell them
if I don't want to.

Hey, hey, hey, that'll be cents.

All right,
take three men out of Section

and move up south through .
Ten-four.

- What's up?
- That's what's up.

I used to brag about my great memory.
I knew I'd seen that face before.

This is an old case, Mel.
You can't get upset about that.

Alert the other units. Kimble's
description's in the newspaper.

And get Jacob Lawrence
on the phone.

Tell him about his hired hand
and tell him to play it cozy.

And tell him I'm on my way out
and to play it safe.

This had better be important,
Mr. Pierce.

I think it will be for you.

I don't know
what I'm so happy about.

It's gonna cost me $ , .

Kimble? You've got him?

I just double-checked with the sheriff
down there.

I told you
it wasn't gonna be all that difficult.

All it took was a little help wanted ad
in a newspaper.

Signed, sealed
and practically delivered.

All you have to do is go down
and pick him up.

Gone. Just gone, that's all.

- He didn't even say goodbye.
- How long ago?

He told me he was gonna leave
in the morning.

Said he made a call when he was
in town, there was trouble back home.

The trouble was right here.
Me and my big mouth.

I kept telling him he looked familiar.

I wasn't even smart enough
to notice he was getting edgy.

After you called,
I looked into his room.

He wasn't there.

He must've left in a hurry.
He didn't even take his bag.

Well, I don't believe it.

How do you know the guy
you're looking for is really Dave?

Know what I wish?

I'd wish you'd tell me I was wrong.

That this man doesn't even look
like Livingston.

Oh, that's him, all right.

- Ten thousand dollars.
- Yep.

Hey, Mel.

This paper was out this afternoon.

How come you didn't see it before?

Because a lawman has a lot more
to worry about than criminals.

Sometimes a very good law-abiding,
greedy citizen can--

Ollie Corman hid those papers.

He was afraid someone else
might claim the reward.

Oh, that's a shame.

A man taking such a big loss
in one day.

I doubt if Ollie's heart can stand it.

What about my heart?

Ollie tells me there's a police lieutenant
coming in from Indiana.

What do I tell him?

That I'm too busy to read?

You're absolutely certain
that's the man?

Been around a couple of weeks.

Any number of people
have made positive identification.

- Including me.
- Good.

There's good and bad in everything,
lieutenant.

And the good part is we know
it's Kimble, and we know he's around.

- Around? But I was told--
- I know what you were told, lieutenant.

Now, here's the bad part.

In between the time you were called
and when I found out,

he somehow got wind and took off.

Have you set up Search parties
and roadblocks?

Now we're back to the good part.

We didn't have to.

Yesterday,
this man was reported in this area.

We're tightening a circle on him.

The farm that Kimble was working on
is within that circle.

And so is Kimble.

Hold it right there.

Now, I don't wanna k*ll you
because you're my ticket out of here.

But if you make one little sound,
you won't leave me a choice.

Think, Mr. Lawrence.
Anything he said.

Might mean nothing to you,
but it might help us.

Well, he didn’t talk much.

Not to me, anyway.

You've got him boxed in,
haven't you?

Police blockades
and searching parties aren’t infallible.

I'd feel more secure
if we had some kind of lead, then--

You said he didn't talk much to you.

- How about you, Miss Lawrence?
- Now, just a minute, lieutenant.

The newspaper said there was
a reward for information leading to...

Yes.

Well, Ollie Corman
gave you information

leading to this farm, right?

Dave's not here, right?

So that information isn't worth
a plugged nickel.

Now, supposing someone
were able to give you information

to where he had taken off to?

Now, would Ollie Corman be entitled
to that reward

or would that someone else
have a claim to it?

Do you know anything,
Mr. Lawrence?

I just said supposing.

Let me tell you something.

Supposing someone did know
where a m*rder*r was

and refused to tell the police,

reward or no reward,

there's a law about aiding a fugitive
in unlawful flight.

And another one about being
an accessory after the fact of m*rder.

All right, lieutenant.

There's no need to throw the law
at me.

I just thought my youngest,
Cathy, might know.

They were very close.

What does that mean?

Well, yesterday, he had an accident.

His truck was sinking into the water.

Cathy seemed to know
he was in trouble.

Is that the information you're expecting
to collect a reward for?

Look, I'm just saying she and Kimble
were very friendly.

She might know where he'd hide.

Cathy.

How would she know?

Do you know where he is?

- I know he's in this area.
- Right.

- Do you know this area?
- Of course not.

Well, Cathy does.

Now, you've gotta cover
an awful lot of country.

You got anything to lose
by talking to Cathy?

No, I guess not.

What are you doing?

- There's a reward out, honey.
- You can't do that.

Now, since when have you developed
such a strong distaste for money?

Have you any idea
what this kind of money can do for us?

You'd turn in a friend
for a mess of chicken coops?

What did Dave ever do to you?

Honey, he's a m*rder*r.

He k*lled his wife.

Now, I'm just cooperating
with the police.

Always nice to meet a citizen

with such a finely marked sense
of civic responsibility.

Cathy, do you know where Dave is?

He's gone.

He's never coming back.

But he said he was still my friend.

He didn't really go away.

He was just telling you that
for a joke.

Now, he's hiding
waiting for you to find him.

Like a game?

That's right. Like a game.

Now, Dave used to go places with you
and teach you things from books.

I'll bet he's waiting for you
in one of those places.

Cathy, this is not a game.

These men wanna k*ll Dave,
you understand?

Miss Lawrence.

You men ought to be ashamed
of yourselves.

And especially you.

Have you any idea what a thing
like this would do to your daughter

after she found out?

I told you, I'm not with the posse.

Sure.

Running around the woods
is just your hobby.

You'd better start thinking.

Think a hole in that line of cops.

You can't get through there.

Invent one.

Or you'll wish you'd drowned
in that truck.

You know the Search pattern
and you know the country.

All right. There is a place.

Okay. Move.

Marsh to Bailey.

Come in, Marsh.

Area west of the highway is clean

I'm moving my men in
toward the canal.

Good.
Keep visual Contact with Ellsworth.

I don't want a hole
a rabbit can get through.

Andy, what's got into you?

Come on,
I got your food in the ice box.

You hungry?
I got some leftover chicken too.

Well, I had some chicken.

-Where’s Cathy?
- In her room.

No, she's not.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Well, no wonder you been acting up.

Cathy's run to him.

- Marsh, Bailey. Come in.
- I told you she knew where he is.

I told you she could find him.

MARSH.
Bailey, this is Marsh.

Get me Lieutenant Gerard. Quick.

Listen, I can't stay here forever.
You better think of something, buddy,

or we're gonna walk
right through with you in front.

Don't sh**t, Burmas.

- Dave? Aah!
- Shh.

Aah! Aah!

- Why'd you run away from me?
- I had to, Cathy.

Who’s that man?

Go on, tell her.

Papa said it was just a game,
that you were hiding from me.

But Ella said
they were going to k*ll you.

- What’d she say?
- Nothing.

Your picture was in the paper.

Well, what do you know?

Dr. Richard Kimble.

You kept telling me you weren't with
the cops and I wouldn't believe you.

They got dogs.

That's just Andy. He's--

Don't hurt her, Burmas.
She's just a child.

Yeah? They're looking for you.

For you and her.

So you just climb out of here
and let them know where you are.

Give them a real good look.

Go on, get moving.

Remember,
the longer you stay alive,

the better chance of me
getting out of here.

Me and your little friend here.

Don't get k*lled too quick.

Hold it.

Get rid of him.

I said get rid of him.

Andy. Andy, go home.

Andy, go home.

- Okay, let's go.
- Aah!

Tom, we spotted Kimble
and lost him again,

but he's headed in your direction.

Bring your men to the lake
and cut him off.

He could have doubled back
or out downhill.

The lake's our best bet.

Please. Please let me go.
I won't tell on you.

Please.

Let her go, Burmas.

Some of you men
cover the lake area again.

Aah!

That's Cathy. That's my girl.

Well, we’ve got him.

Hold your fire
until the girl's in the clear.

We'll try to flush Kimble out.

No, I know him.

I doubt if he's even got a g*n.

- But you said he's a k*ller.
- No.

I said he has k*lled.
There's a difference.

All right, Kimble.

Start walking out.

Cathy.

Cathy, jump.

All right, Kimble, let her go.

Concentrate. Jump.

Start up the side of the mountain.

Those men are still out there.

Why were those men trying
to hurl you?

It was something they think I did.
That's why I have to go away.

We'll still be special friends
even if I never see you again?

Yes, Cathy,
we'll still be special friends.

Take me with you.

I can't do that.

You see,
those men are still chasing me.

You shouldn't even be here.

Oh, they're chasing me too.
Maybe they'll catch me first.

Cathy.

You other men,
check down by the road.

There she is.

A fugitive gets his fill of goodbyes,

of loyalties born and discarded,
yet not discarded.

For the fugitive game is a lonely one, with only two players to see it through.

A game, it would seem,
without end.