04x08 - Wine Is a Traitor

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Amigo, this will only take a second.

We wanna inspect your truck.

Well, just step outside. We wanna talk to you.

Johnny.

Watch him, will you?
I'd better take a look.

- Okay.
- Hey.

Now wait a minute.
Nobody asked you to get down.

Come on, now. Move back there.

There he is.

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.

Roy Thinnes,

Pilar Seurat,

and special' guest star;
James Gregory,

Hey, mister, how about a ride?

You got it.

You looking for work
chopping grapes?

No. I've got a job in Yuma.

You're lucky.

My friend Felipe here wants
to put us all out of work.

Look at him.

Twenty years scratching
for something to eat,

maybe one good feed a week.
He don't say a word.

And then one day, why,
I don't know. He grows a muscle.

He finds a voice. A big voice.

And what does he say
with his big voice?

"We're going to strike."

You know the funny thing
that happens?

Everybody else stands up and says:

"You're right, Felipe."

Everybody but me.

You stood up.
Later maybe, but you stood up.

Hey, maybe you should
stick around.

Felipe promises things get better.

No, I have to get to Yuma.

For a fugitive, the offer of help,

some simple, decent act of kindness
must be rejected.

There are no relationships
of any duration for him.

Life consists of fleeting contacts.

Hold it right there.

All right, Mac, let's go.

All right, Doc. You don't get paid
no more for neatness.

The suspect's still gotta be booked
and fingerprinted.

I thought I was a victim,
not a suspect.

Maybe. Maybe you got sh*t back at.

We'll know soon.

There's no g*n in Felipe's car.

And I found these shells
where he said the sh*ts came from.

Thirty-thirty.

The dead man was sh*t by a r*fle.

From the looks
of this young fella's wound,

I'd say he probably got hit by a b*llet
from that same r*fle.

You won't get much more wear
out of this.

Don't strain that arm.

You'll be fine.

Morales has a . - .

I thought he and Felipe
were such great buddies.

Maybe they were,
but at that union meeting last night,

I heard they were
at each other's throats.

Well, sorry about holding you,
mister...

Taylor.

You want me to go pick up Morales?

Only if it don't interfere
with any other engagements you got.

He sure looks like our boy.

If he runs out, put it on the wire.

Ain't getting the kind of deputies
we used to have in my day.

If I was a deputy wanting to get ahead,
think I'd be waiting for orders?

I'd have Morales in custody
by this time.

If there's nothing else, sheriff...

You signed your statement?

Yes, sir.

Where are you heading?

Um, Arizona.

Hey, Mann's driving
to Phoenix tonight.

He's got the pharmacy
at the end of the block.

Want me to talk to him?

I don't wanna put anyone out.

Oh, forget it. No trouble.
Abe would like a company.

Talking to himself on along ride,

he gets kind of fed up
on account he's so dull. Heh-heh.

You be in front of Abe's at .

We gotta show you
we got some friendly folks around.

Thank you.

I gotta talk to you.

- Well, what do you want?
• Not here.

Along the corridor, Room .

Please?

I'll meet you there.

My father did not k*ll Felipe.

I'm Elena Morales.

They say you were there.
Why did you tell them my father did it?

No, no, I didn't tell them,
they told me.

See, they said your father
and the man that was k*lled

had an argument last night.

They disagreed
at the union meeting.

They argued.

This morning, they made up.

Like always.

Poppa had no reason to k*ll Felipe.

I'm sorry about your father,
but what can I do?

Oh. You're part of it.

You work for the Crandalls.

It's not enough they own the winery
and the town and--

Hey, now, now, wait a minute.

I don't know your father,
I don't know the Crandalls.

I've never been in this town before.

I hope you're getting a good price
for that story.

We found it on that hill
in back of the road.

He must have tried to bury it
when the sirens scared him off.

You're sure it's Morales'?

It's his, all right.
We got proof of the ownership.

Anyhow, if he didn't k*ll Felipe,
why is he on the run?

I guess you're right.

Don't worry, Carl.
He won't get away.

And you can tell your dad
he's got my word on it.

- Emu.
- on, mu.

I'd like you to meet Carl Crandall.

His dad's a pretty big man in this town
and this young fellow ain't far behind.

How do you do?

Taylor was in the car
when Felipe was k*lled.

I thought you might like
to talk to him.

I didn't know there was a witness.

Well, I’m not exactly a witness.
I was just there.

Did you see Morales?

He didn't get a chance.

Got nicked himself, piled out of the oar
and hit the dirt.

Um-- This friend of yours
that's going to give me a ride.

- You said a pharmacy.
- There ain't but one.

Abe leases it from Carl's dad.

Well, thanks.

it's, uh--

It's too bad you're leaving town
so soon.

I could arrange
for you to see the winery.

Some people find it interesting.

Maybe next trip.

All of a sudden, we get lucky, hmm?

Just like that. Right out of the blue.

Leader of the strike
gets himself k*lled off

and all our troubles are over.

I don't like the smell of it.
I don't like the smell of it one bit.

Smells fine to me.

Two birds with one stone.

Yeah, but who threw the stone?

They say Morales did it.

You're sure you weren't mixed up
in this?

Of course not.

What about your two hired hands?
Isn't that what you pay them for, huh?

They're paid to do
what I tell them to do.

And in years,
they've never been told to k*ll.

You didn't build this winery,
these vineyards,

the town,
with kid gloves, did you?

No, and I didn't build it with k*lling,
either.

Look, boy, I've been breaking labor
agitators up into little pieces

since before you were born.
My way.

And I'm still not convinced
that Morales did it.

Yeah. Well, if he did,
we owe him a vote of thanks.

Because you know what a strike
would have cost us?

There wouldn't have been a strike.
Hasn't been a strike in years.

- There wouldn't have been one now.
- I had a friend at that meeting.

He said Felipe had those pickers ready
to strike tomorrow.

No, Felipe's a good man.

I could have reached him.
I could've talked him out of it.

I. I. I.

Will you please use a we
once in a while?

We're partners, remember?

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember.

You're still getting a good salary,
aren't you? Share of the profits.

But I still decide company policy.

The operation runs my way.

Well, maybe your way doesn’t work anymore.

You'll get a chance
when I think you're ready.

I'll never be ready. I'll always be
some kid trying to tell you what to do.

No, no, that's not true, son.

Don't you--?

Don't you know
that I wanna see you take over?

Don't you know
that's why I built all this? For you?

But you've still got some growing up
to do.

You think I'll make it?

Some men don't.

But I think you will
and I'll know when it happens.

Well, you let me know too, huh?

Yeah.

He's still got that temper,
hasn't he, huh?

I don't know, I--

You fellows keep an eye on him,
like always, will you, huh? it's--

He's gonna be okay.

Sure, Pete.

He'll be okay.

Thanks.

Can I have a stamp for this?

We'll post your letter.

All I need is a stamp, thank you.

We got a postage meter.

Post office is closed.

District attorney.

Anything wrong?

No.

If there was, you could talk
to our sheriff. He drops in every night.

I'll just take that to the mail box.

Well, the mail box
is down near the sheriff’s office.

Better part of two blocks.

We got a pickup.

It's just as fast, save shoe leather.

Thank you anyway.

The only reason you need
is that Mr. Crandall said so.

Now, you got that?

Well, what’s up? You said trouble.

Everything looks peaceful and quiet.

Yeah, but it could get noisy.

There's a witness
that says that you k*lled Felipe.

Well, nobody saw me k*ll Felipe
because I didn't do it.

Carl.

This was on its way
to the district attorney's office.

Since this is all a lie, I guess we went
to a lot of trouble for nothing.

Well, if you believe this,
why didn't you tell my father?

You've been looking
for something like this for years.

You know why.

If he finds out, he'll probably k*ll you.
That'd be fine with me.

But it might just k*ll him too.

We can't let that happen, can we?

Mr. Mann, my name is Taylor.

- The sheriff said--
- Changed my mind.

The trip's cancelled.

Good night.

Where do I catch a bus
in this town?

- Going somewhere?
- I'd like to.

No buses.

We're not big enough
or important enough.

Anyway, most of us like it here.

Sorry you don't.

I haven't found the people
particularly friendly.

That's a shame.

How far is it to the next town?

It's too far to walk.

Jim there rents cars.

All right, Jim, I want to rent a car.

My cars are all rented.

I see.

I'd like some change
for a phone call.

Local call?

I'd like to call the nearest town
and see if I can get a car delivered.

That's a pity.

Flash flood washed out
all the long-distance lines.

- You don't mind if I try?
- Go ahead.

Operator.

Operator?

Should be fixed in a day or two.

You wanna register?

We got a nice room.

It's the only place in town to stay.

Just give me my suitcase.

If you don't wanna stay,
you could try hitchhiking.

Roads are dark, of course.

A simple little job like that
and you blow it.

All right. All right, we'll find him.

Not only missed, but missing, huh?

That's right.

There's no chance
he can get out of town, is there?

There's always a chance.

I'm trying hard to stop myself
from hoping he makes it.

What are you doing here?

Keep your voice down
and close the door, please.

Get out of here.

I know your father
didn't k*ll that man.

Please close the door.

Then why did you lie?

I didn't lie. The name Morales
didn't mean anything to me

until I saw this picture.

Your father was in the car with me
when the sh*ts were fired.

Thank God.

- But why haven't you told the police?
- I went to the sheriff, but--

- But he didn't believe you.
- No.

You see, I couldn't say anything

because the man with the sheriff
was the man that did the sh**ting.

I recognized his shirt.

His name is Carl Crandall.

But you see, it would have been
my word against his.

Then you must go
to tell the police outside.

The real police.

I wrote a letter to the district attorney,
but they took it away from me.

Then you must leave town.

I tried to leave, they wouldn't let me.
They tried to run me down with a oar.

There's no one to trust in this town.

Except maybe the workers
in tent city.

How do I get there?

How well do you sleep in a chair?

I've done it before.

It looks like you're stuck here
for the night.

Okay. Go ahead.

Oh.

- Get out.
- It's okay, Johnny. I checked.

Go ahead.

Nick, how about a cup of coffee?

Yeah, sure.

Senor?

L-

I need a lift.

I'll be glad to pay.

Why do you ask me?

Well, I saw your pickup truck
outside.

It's only to the next town.

- You are Senor Taylor.
- That’s right.

The police were here,
looking, asking.

They want you.

They want me
for something I didn't do.

Sometimes it is worse.

Will you give me a lift?

No. No, Senor.

Why?

I'm afraid.

No sign of Morales?

Quit stalling.

No savvy.

No savvy. You people savvy
well enough when you want to.

Now all of a sudden, none of you
speak English any more.

My name is Taylor.

- So?
- Elena Morales told me

that you people could help me
get a ride out of town.

I know Senor Crandall is after you and the sheriff is after Morales. I

How is that my business?

I was told you people
would understand.

Maybe you think
I owe you something.

No. I don't think
you owe me anything.

Look, senor...

...I have a wife and child.

Could you feed them if Senor Crandall
did not wish to give me work

for the two days a week I now have?

Huh?

I see.

Senor.

- Why don’t we check that one?
- No, forget it. I already checked it.

There's a few more here.
Let's take a look.

Okay.

Now, again.

Who is it that pays you
to lie about me?

Nobody paid me.

I didn't tell them anything.

First you make me a k*ller.

Now you try to make me a fool.

You talked to the sheriff.

Talk to me. To my face.

Look, you talk to the sheriff,

suddenly they start to hunt Morales
like he's an animal.

He's a k*ller.

The sheriff says so
because you told him.

I told them I didn't know
who fired the sh*t.

When he mentioned the name
Morales, it didn't mean anything to me.

I didn't know your name.

And now? You still don't know me?

Did I k*ll Felipe? Me?

No. I know who k*lled him.

Tell me.

A man by the name of Carl Crandall.

Carl.

Yes.

Carl.

He would do such a thing.

He would steal my r*fle
so they would call me the k*ller.

No, amigo,
the hunted is not the animal.

The animal is the one with a g*n.

Now, you go to the police
and you tell them Morales is innocent.

- I can’t do that.
Why not?

There are reasons.

Reasons more important
than if I die in the gas chamber?

Reasons Carl Crandall hunts
and I'm hunted?

If you force me to go to the police,

it won't help you
and it won't help me.

You're wanted by them?

By them and by Crandall's men.

That I can understand.

But why the police?

Well, it’s like you.

I didn't do what they say.

And why should I believe you?

There's no reason...

...but your only chance is for me
to tell the authorities what I saw.

- But you said you can't.
- I thought--

I can't go there,
but I can send a statement,

a deposition or something.

You'll have to get me out of town.

That's not easy.

They have people everywhere.

It's our only chance.

The road leading south,

there would be no reason
for any of us to go that way.

But through town to the vineyards...

The workers.

They would be accustomed
to the workers.

Yes, I know my business.

I don't mean to be disrespectful,
sir...

...but it is my business.
But why are you--?

why?

Because Felipe worked for me,
that's why.

And, Sam, if you wanna hang on
to that Sheriffs badge,

you'd better pick up Morales
and fast.

But I got every deputy in town
working on it,

including a few I've drafted.

All right. All right.

And, Sam, I found out there was
another fellow in the car with Felipe,

a fellow named Taylor.

I wanna see him too.

I want the truth, Sam.

All of it.

Carl, you weren't at work yesterday
when Felipe was k*lled.

I checked.

Well, I told you
I didn’t have anything to do with it.

I didn't say you did.

Dad, when are you gonna start
trusting me?

When you earn it.

All right. All right.

Amigo, this will only take a second.

We wanna inspect your truck.

Oh. Well, just step outside.
We wanna talk to you.

Johnny.

Watch him, will you?
I'd better take a look.

- Okay.
- Hey.

Now wait a minute.
Nobody asked you to get down.

Come on, now. Move back there.

- Come on, back on the truck.
- Come on, boys.

There he is.

Hey, Jim, it's all right.

It's just some guy that Pete wants
to talk to.

Are you sure it wasn't Morales?

Sure, we're sure.

Well, he sure seemed in a hurry.

Well, it pays to be in a hurry
when Pete wants to talk to you.

Yeah.

Now, it may surprise you to know

that the average Californian

drinks about a case of wine a year.
Not at one sitting, of course.

All right, everybody.

Let's continue the tour.

Oh, just fall right in, sir.

The only thing you missed
were the vineyards,

but you can see those later on. Heh.

Oh, and about that average,

I'm afraid one or two of you
may have raised that a little just now.

Oh, and I want you to notice
the fountain as you pass by.

Now that’s real vin rose.

Right this way, folks.

Go get Carl.

Now, the alcoholic content
of our California wines

differ more than most people think.

Anywhere from to percent.

Our dinner and sparkling wines
average about percent

and then we move upward
to our cocktail and dessert wines,

which usually have a content
of about percent alcohol.

Now, if you'll follow me
to the fermenting room, please.

The word fermentation comes
from the Latin word fervere,

meaning to boil,

and it's the process which leads
to the formation of alcohol

by natural processes.

The tour should be
in the fermenting room by now.

Nick, check it out.

John, check out the tour.

He's not with the tour any more.

All right, what now?

There's only one way out of here.
That's through here.

So all we have to do is wait
for that tour to clear out

and what's left is Taylor.

Watch the door.

Poppa.

I came to ask for money,
like a beggar.

Of course. Whatever I have.

They’re looking for me everywhere.
I must run.

This man, Taylor,
he knows you didn't do it.

- I know.
- But he will tell them.

He will tell them the truth.

Yes, but it will take time.
And in the meanwhile, I must hide.

But you didn't do anything.

Words to carve on a gravestone.

I will help you. Go with you.

No.

You must not do anything.

If they find out you've tried to help me,
they'll put you in jail.

- I don't care.
- But I do.

Oh, no. Tsk, tsk.

Get your hands up real slow,
Morales.

He's clean. He hasn't any weapons.

Not now.

Poppa.

Don't worry, palomita.

Taylor is away from here now
and he will help.

Wines are usually aged
from one to three years,

depending on the type of wine.

Now, redwood tanks are mainly used
in our California wineries

and they range in capacity
from to , gallons.

Now, it may interest you to know that--
Oh, thank you.

- Let's try the aging room.
- I'll check the fermenting room again.

Taylor, hold it.

Enjoy your tour, Mr. Taylor?

You're about to take another one.

It's too bad you didn't leave town
when you had the chance.

It would've been better for everybody.
Let's go.

Carl.

Carl. I've been looking for you.

The sheriff called.
They just picked up Morales.

It's about time.

No confession yet,
but he's working on it.

I'm on my way over there now.

Fine, Pop.

Mr. Crandall.

What's going on here?

Who is that?

My name is Taylor.

Taylor?

You're the fellow
who was in the oar with Felipe?

- What's he doing here?
- Nick and Johnny found him hiding.

We were on our way to the sheriff.

That's a lie.
They were going to k*ll me.

Oh? Why would they wanna k*ll you?

- I know Morales didn't do it.
- You shut up.

Let him talk.

Look, it's only a waste of time,
he'll lie.

I've got time. I'll listen to his lie.

Go ahead, Taylor.

I was in the car with Morales
when Felipe was sh*t.

Morales couldn't have done it.

All right. If he knew Morales was in
the car, why didn't he tell the sheriff?

A fair question.

Why didn't you, Taylor?

The sheriff was sure a man
named Morales did the sh**ting.

At the time, I had no way of knowing
who Morales was.

Is there anything else
you didn't tell the sheriff?

I saw a man...

...right after the sh**ting.

I didn't see his face, just a shirt.

Later that day, I saw the same shirt.
Your son was wearing it.

You know I don't wanna believe that,
Carl.

A two-bit drifter, you don't even know
his whole name

and you're ready to take his word
over mine.

That's right.
I don't know anything about him.

But I do know quite a bit about you.

All right, you don't trust me,
then ask Nick, ask Johnny.

Maybe you'll believe them.

What about it, boys?

Tell him.

Sorry, Carl, afraid it's all over.

Now, wait a minute.
Don't walk out on me.

You know a strike could have cost us
an entire harvest.

- You know what that would've cost.
- Better than you.

I didn't mean to k*ll Felipe.
I meant to shake him up a little.

But you did k*ll him.

All right, I k*lled him.

- A buck-an-hour grape picker.
- You--

Let Nick and Johnny get rid of him
and no one will know.

Now, that's what it comes down to,
you know.

If he lives, I die.

Now, you've got two choices:

your son or a man
you've never seen before.

All right, let's go.

- No, Carl.
- I'm gonna take him, Pop. Let's go.

I said, no, Carl.

No, I'll get him.

Stop, Carl.

Nick, hold it.

I said he's my problem.

Stop, Carl.

I'm sorry, Pete.

It was an accident, Pete.

Yeah.

That's what he said about Felipe.

Call the sheriff.
Tell him to let Morales go.

Yeah.

I'm sorry to put you through
all this, Mr. Taylor.

Pete, maybe it's better that it--

Senor.

Wait.

No hitch for you today.

This time, you will go
as our honored guest.

Okay?

Okay.

We thank you and it’s a way of saying sorry for--

Well, for whatever we’ve thought.

We'll drive you,
unless maybe you can stay.

You know,
this will be a better town now.

No, I think I'd better be going.

Well, someday
you come by here again.

You'll maybe change your mind.

You know,
it's not too bad chopping grapes.

There'll be good pay, good friends.

Someday.

After the hunting season,
maybe, huh?

Someday.

Good. Get in, senor.

A hunted man can clutch at a single straw,

that one day the hunters
will Ia y down their g*ns.

But for Richard Kimble,
that day has not yet come.