04x18 - Concrete Evidence

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Next: The Fugitive in color.

- What happened to Nebbs?
- I sent him on an errand.

I told him we were running
out of carbons. We're not.

The only thing we're running out of
is you.

This will settle you until Friday.

I know this isn't
the usual two weeks' notice,

but then
this isn't the usual dismissal.

Well, if it's all the same to you,
I'll talk to Pat.

Dr. Kimble,
you're hearing it from me.

And the next voice you hear
will be the sheriff's.

A QM Production.

Starring David Janssen
as Dr. Richard Kimble.

An innocent victim of blind justice,

falsely convicted
for the m*rder of his wife,

reprieved by fate
when a train wreck freed him

en route to the death house.

Freed him to hide
in lonely desperation,

to change his identity,
to toil at many jobs.

Freed him to search
for a one-armed man

he saw leave
the scene of the crime.

Freed him to run
before the relentless pursuit

of the police lieutenant
obsessed with his capture.

The guest stars in tonight's story:

Jack Warden,

Harold Gould,

and special guest star,
Celeste Holm.

Tonight's episode:

Along an isolated stretch
of farmland in Northern Nebraska,

a construction company
builds the sleek asphalt ribbon

of a new superhighway.

Workers are needed.

Richard Kimble takes his place in line
with other nameless faces,

seeking the job that will give him
a new beginning, a new identity.

But a superhighway,
even one as yet unfinished,

can prove a dangerous road
for a fugitive.

That's some handsome tribute.

Who helped you write it?
Your night school English teacher?

Well, I don't get you, lady.

If you were as indispensable
as this recommendation says,

how could your former employers
bear to part with your services?

Next.

Hey, Pat, pretty good shape-up
this morning.

Bet you ten bucks there's not
a decent cat skinner in the lot.

Oh, I don't know.

Better inventory
that last shipment of steel.

Looked a little light to me.

If there's any shortchanging going on,
I wanna be on the dispatch end.

Okay, Pat.

I'm sorry, Mr. Patton.

This new accounting method
is not going to work.

Nebbs, once a day
you shuffle up to me,

announcing that something
just ain't gonna work.

And at least once a day
I assure you that it is going to work.

Just save yourself the trip, huh?

Where did Pearl file
those wanted posters

the sheriff dropped off Last week?

I filed them under ''P'' for police.

Well, it could be under ''C'' for cops
or ''L'' for law or ''V'' for villain.

How am I supposed to know?

Sorry, we need somebody
with more experience.

Hey, you!

Come here.

- What's wrong with him?
- No experience.

Well, we need cat skinners.
He can learn, can't he?

- What's your name?
- Dexter.

Sign him up.

- Thank you.
- Don't worry. You'll earn your keep.

Fill out this application.

You want to wreck your car,
that's a quick way.

Let's not waste each other's time.
My name's Crailer.

I'm just a simple,
easygoing Little town manager

who presently finds himself
with a very big problem.

What has that got to do with me?

Anybody tell you where the town limits
of Coleman are staked out?

Not that I remember.

Well, just try beyond
that hill back there

where you plowed under
a taxpayer's fence.

I'm only following orders.

Oh? Whose orders?

Well, first team's coming in.

Oh, Tom, what are you doing
out here in the boondocks?

I got a bottle of bourbon
up in my office.

Your lad here just ripped up yards
of private pasture fencing,

inside the Coleman city Limits.

Now, we've been just discussing
whose fault it is.

Oh, now, come on, Tom,
you can't lay a roadbed

without accidentally ripping up
a few fence posts.

He claims he had instructions.

Is that right?

Did you tell Mr. Crailer
I authorized ripping up those fences?

That's the way I got it from Pete.

Town's fed up, Patton.

Broken fences,
dust because you won't spray,

brush fires because
you won't put spark arresters--

Hold on, hold on.

This isn't Coleman township.
I'm in county here,

honoring a state contract.

Now, don't kid yourself that just
because you stick to county territory

there's nothing us townspeople
can do.

There's statutes, you know, covering
safety hazards, public nuisances.

Well, look,
I haven't been here in years.

You can't expect me
to remember everything.

Maybe not, but the town still
remembers everything, Pat.

Especially where you're concerned.

- Dexter, isn't it?
- That's right.

You been with the company
how long?

About four days.

Well, draw your pay.

I never authorized
ripping down fences.

Just leave that cat where it is,
get your gear and clear out.

Was that good enough?

Or would it take a f*ring squad
to satisfy you?

Okay, you made your point.
I'll call the council off for now.

But you'll keep my file open.

Day or night, Patton,
it's never closed.

I'll get Pete to fix that fence.

Did I ask? Ooh.

Pat...

[SIGHS]

That's what I get,
eating in those ptomaine traps.

Well, you know
there's a good restaurant in Coleman.

Andre's. Remember?

Yeah, if you like strychnine
in your coffee.

Forget I mentioned it.

I'm sorry.

Have Pete get on those fences, huh?

Well, there's always soap.

Heh. The company can't afford it.

How do you know
what the company can afford?

You've been nosing around
those books again, huh?

Now, how many times
do I have to tell you that's Nebbs' job?

If I wanted you to do it
I wouldn’t have hired him.

Now, do I make myself clear?

Don't you always?

All right, Nebbs, what is it?
What is it?

$ worth of past due invoices
from Consolidated Materials.

So?

We don't have the cash balance
in that account to pay.

- Well, stall them.
- I did.

They've given us five days
to make good

and then they start attachment
proceedings against the motel.

Motel?

Now, Look, they can't do that.

They can and will
if we don't pay these invoices.

Mr. Patton,
if I make a suggestion--

Well, there's the Grandview job.
Hold up payment on the suppliers.

Mr. Patton, you don't understand.

You're just borrowing from Peter
to pay Paul. It won't work.

It will work. It's called juggling.

You just keep the balls in the air,
that's all.

You can defy the law of gravity,
Mr. Patton, but you can't repeal it.

Sooner or later
the balls come tumbling down.

There's another thing.

Miss Saunders.

What about her?

Well, she has to initial all requisitions,

countersign all checks,
okay any transfers--

You mean she still
hasn't got the message?

Pearl?

No, stay here, Nebbs.

Let's get one thing straight, huh?

Anything Nebbs does, he's got
my full authority, is that understood?

Even when it verges on a felony?

That's my lookout.

Now is there anything else
on your mind?

Yes, there is.

Why is it that everything
relating to the motel

is being kept under lock and key?

Why am I being forbidden
to even Look at the blueprints?

- Where's he going?
- Who?

Dexter.

Well, you told me to pay him off.

That was for Crailer's benefit.

Can't you do anything right?

It was a gag?

Sure, I just needed a patsy
to satisfy Crailer, that's all.

- Well, then am I back on the payroll?
- Of course.

You know, Dexter,

most hardhats never even
been inside of a schoolhouse

unless maybe
it was to put one together.

But, you, you're...
Well, you're different.

You got a lot of savvy.

Now, how'd you Like to work
in the office with me?

- The office?
- Yeah, as my assistant.

I could use some more brainpower.

What about Miss Saunders?
I thought that--

You just let me worry about Pearl,
huh?

That's one problem
that will never get subcontracted.

Come on.

Hope you're not given
to claustrophobia, Nebbs.

I'm moving Dexter in here.

He can help Pearl with the workload.

Put him on the inventory.

That report's supposed to be

at the Highway Commission
day after tomorrow.

It would’ve been there.

Well, sure, it would’ve.

Only this way it'll be a Lot easier.

Right, Dexter?

Without even consulting me? Why?

Just answer me, why?

Look at yourself.

You're wound up
tighter than a drugstore watch.

Shape you're in, it's a wonder
you can even make out a payroll.

That's not the real reason.

You're up to something.
I don't know what it is, but something.

So what if I am? Any time you
don't Like it, you can stay home.

The money still keeps coming in.

You know I can't do that.

Well, then play the game, Pearl.
I am.

You appear to have
a very bright future, Mr. Dexter.

Come in.

You asked me to bring this by
as soon as I'd finished.

Thank you.
Why don't you stay a minute?

Please? I just made a pot of coffee.

All right.

That's my daughter.

- She's in school back east.
KIMBLE: Very pretty.

You weren't headed out?
I mean, a date or something?

No, no, no.

You know, it must be hard
on you fellows.

I mean,
the attitude of the townspeople.

That doesn't bother me.

Still, you must have wondered,
a whole town riled up over one man.

Well, I wonder about a Lot of things,
Miss Saunders.

Cream and sugar?

- No, just black.
- Mm.

Thank you.

You're an odd one, Dexter.

You've got something going for you,
keeps you together somehow,

but your motor's always idling.

Miss Saunders, I...

Twenty-one years Pat and I
have been together.

These pictures are my scrapbook.

All of them projects
we've shared together.

You've got something going for you
and this is mine.

I...

I know you resent me.

I think I know why.

But I'm not here to take your job.
I'm not here to squeeze you out.

It's Pat's decision.

If it wasn't me, it'd be somebody else.

- And I'd deal with him too.
- Okay.

I think it's late.

It's not that Late.

You're here, you might as well
stay and listen.

Well, all right, I'll Listen.

There's a job opening up

at the Southern Construction
Company down in Bellingham.

I know the boss.
I'm sure if I asked him,

he'd give you the job
as assistant foreman.

I wouldn’t last more than a week,
you know that.

Try.

No, Pat's been good to me.

Pat, Pat, Pat!
I'll tell you about your precious Pat.

There's one picture missing
from this collection.

A theater.

A neat little job
we built ten years ago in Coleman.

His hometown.

You didn't know that, did you?

The walls caved in
a month after it was finished.

It was a Saturday morning
cartoon show.

Three children were crushed

and some others were maimed
and crippled.

You still listening?

I'm Listening.

A Lot of substandard concrete
went into those theater walls.

Intentionally?

According to the courts, no.

He was operating
within the legal limit, barely.

The manslaughter charge
was dismissed.

But you didn't agree with the verdict?

No, I don't.

But I wanna be sure.

One day he's going to betray himself.

And I wanna be there
when it happens.

Why do you care so much?

Because I was indicted
right along with him.

We were both crucified by that town.

It's his company.

It's our company. It still is.

We both signed
the incorporation papers.

Mr. and Mrs. Alex Patton.

Surprised? I thought you might be.

We're not exactly the ideal couple.

But then we haven't lived together
for years.

Take the job, Dexter.

You have a Lot of hate in you.
How do you live with it?

A day at a time.

What I've got, nobody else would want.

But it's all I've got
and I intend to keep it.

You've got the wrong man.

I stopped being judge and jury
a Long time ago.

I can't help you.

Dexter, I'm warning you.

- Boss in?
- To you, Mr. Crailer? Always.

Well, it's funny.

You know you Look just Like a fellow
who used to work here.?

So, hello, Tom. Come on in.

Dexter, check with me
when you finish that, huh?

Well, what brings you here?

Decided to take me up on that drink,
huh?

A smile for everyone,
handshakes all around.

Pack it up, Patton.
I'm on a sugar-free diet.

And by the way,

how come when you fire a man
he doesn't stay fired?

Oh, come on. Come on, now.

You didn't come here
to talk about Dexter, did you?

That's right, I didn't.

You Look Like a man
with trouble in your pocket.

Not my pocket, Patton. Yours.

My office just dug up
a bit of information

about the new motel
under construction in Coleman.

- Motel?
- Mm-hm.

Big one. Expensive.

Seems an outfit called Fairplay
Construction is handling the job.

Fairplay.

I never heard of them.
Must be a new operation.

Brand new.

As a matter of fact,
it incorporated just to build the motel.

Checking into it,
whose name do you suppose

we discovered
on the incorporation papers?

What did they do? Pass a new Law
against private enterprise?

You're slipping, Patton.
You're really slipping.

You'd have to be simple
to figure you could carry it off

without somebody tumbling.

Oh, I knew it'd leak out
sooner or Later.

Fairplay was just my way of,
well, postponing the inevitable.

You expect me to buy that?

Patton, I wanna know why.

I wanna know why you're building
a luxury motel

in a town that's too small to fill it

and on a lot that's nowhere near
a major highway.

Well, maybe
I just Like peace and quiet.

Maybe you Like bankruptcy too.

Ten years, Pat,
the whole country to choose from

and yet you come back to build
in the town that hates your guts.

Look, I got a license and it's legal.

And you and the town
can just kiss off.

I got a present for you, Patton.

A stop-work order.

Building inspector
found code violations.

Oh, he had to dig pretty hard
to find some of them

but we can make that order stick if we
have to bring in the state militia to do it.

Code violations?

There's not a nail in that building
that's not up to specifications.

Well, that's now, Pat,

but we've got stipulations in that
building code that go back to .

Some of them are real lulus.

But they're still on the books and
that makes them legally enforceable.

And if I fix these violations
you'll just come up with more.

Well, our building inspector's
a very resourceful man.

Wish I had more Like him.

I'm gonna take this to court.

Help yourself, Pat.

My responsibility’s to the town.

A few hotheads already know
it's your motel.

Tomorrow, it'll be all over Coleman.

A Lot of people nursing old grudges.

Wouldn’t take much to fan that spark
into a four-alarm fire.

Not in my town.

You unload that motel, Pat.

Grab whatever you can and pull out.

Come in.

Excuse me, I just wanted to tell you

I'm going with Pete
to check on that lumber shipment.

That can wait.

Come in. Close the door.

Dexter, you remember Mr. Crailer,
don't you?

He came in here
making all kinds of noisy threats

but he's going to Leave very,
very quietly.

You playing more games, Pat?

You don't honestly think
I'd be stupid enough

to put that kind of money
into a motel, do you,

without protecting myself
against exposure?

It's a photo static copy.

The original’s in my safe deposit box.

Where did you get this?

Well, does it matter?

I mean, does it really matter?

A certified check for $

payable to Thomas Crailer,

and signed by F.T. Latimer.

F.T. Latimer, for your information,
owns among other things,

the First-Rate
Construction Company.

A little outfit that just finished building
the new civic auditorium for Coleman.

- I think I'd better wait outside.
- No, no. Stick around.

I'm sure Crailer would want you
to hear his explanation.

It was a personal loan, Pat.

- My wife needed an operation.
- Uh-huh. She got it.

Latimer's a close friend.

Well, he is now, that's for sure.

Look, Pat, First-Rate
got that contract fair and square.

Theirs was the lowest bid.

Then you have nothing
to worry about, do you?

An unsecured Loan
to Coleman’s town manager

on a check dated one week before

the new auditorium contract
was even awarded.

That's blackmail, Pat.

Yeah, that's just what I was thinking

when you hit me
with those code violations.

They'll think I sold out.

Let them talk. Talk is cheap.

It's proof that raises lumps.

Well, that's the way it gets done,
Dexter.

Is that what you wanted me for?

No, I wanted to tell you
what happens to a minnow

when he strays into a shark t*nk.

That motel is the most important thing
in my life and it will get built,

if I have to chop down
a hundred Crailers to do it.

Yeah? No, put him on.

That'll be all, Dexter.

Jeffers?

Yeah, Look,
what about those plumbing fixtures?

Never mind what you heard.

What? What are you talking about?

When have I ever stuck you
for any money?

Now Look, you'll get it.

Well, just... Ju-- Ju--

Pat!

- Pat!
- I'm all right.

- Come on.
- I just fell down.

I can get up by myself.

Get out of here, Pearl.

Go on, get out. Get out!

I'm all right.

Dexter.

Top drawer of the filing cabinet.

There's everything in there
but a resuscitator.

I'll get one tomorrow
if you think I need it.

That's it, give me of those pills.

Tell them it's acute gastritis.

Angina pectoris. King-sized.

Your turning up is the best piece
of luck I've had in a Long time.

- Luck?
- I couldn’t go to anyone around here.

Now suddenly
I got my own private doctor.

I don't know what you're talking about.

That's the only reason
you were hired, Dr. Kimble.

If you know that much about me,
you know I can't stick around.

You run away and there'll be cops.

There'll be cops after you
in three minutes.

If you stay I'll keep my mouth shut.

All right, what's so important
that I had to Leave the office?

I want out.

- What?
- All the way.

- What do you mean?
- First Nebbs, then Dexter.

What's left for me?

Well, what do you want?

Out, that's all. I'm just plain tired.

I can't...

I just can't put up
with everything any longer.

Look, Look, now come on,
it's the motel.

It's bending us all out of shape.

Now, just hang on till it's finished.
Things will be different, you'll see.

It's not the motel. It's us.
Pat and Pearl.

It's...

It's every day
another choice of weapons,

every day another beachhead.

Well, baby, that's the way
the contract reads.

Nobody slipped anything
into the fine print.

We picked our punishment
years ago.

We laid all the ground rules.

Up until now no one's hollered foul.

Well, it's just the way it is.

I want to collect my time.

There's gonna be a lot of papers
to sign. Certain legalities.

Half of it's yours.

It always has been
and it always will be.

No. I want a period on this sentence.

No more profit-and-loss statements.
No more invoices to sign.

No more us.

And the bottom line of it all is,
I want you to buy me out.

What?

My share in cash. Now.

Cash?

I can't raise that kind of money,
and you know it.

- Then liquidate.
- Liquidate?

Liquidate what?

Everything we have
is tied up in that motel.

Nebbs is up to his ears
in double-entries.

If an outside auditing firm
ever got hold of our books,

we'd all be weaving gunnysacks
on some state farm.

Hello.

Yeah.

What? When?

All right. All right, I'll be right over.

Dexter.

Wheel out that truck.
We're going over to Coleman.

- Trouble?
- Is there ever anything else?

Pat, go home!

Pat, go home!

All right, now, you people go home.

Where's Patton?
Is he afraid to come out?

He's not here.
Now, break it up. Move out!

Let's put this motel in a garbage dump,
where it belongs.

Look, go ahead, now, break this up.
Now, go on home, all of you.

We don't want any trouble.
Now, go on. b*at it.

Get your hands off of her!

All right!

What's the matter with you people?

Come on, break it up. Break it up.

We're just trying to get the guy
out of town!

Police.

Wait in the motel.

Well, Crailer,
it's a good thing Charlie phoned me.

Is this the way you Look out
for my interests?

Broken fixtures, missing tools.

Sabotage, vandalism.

- What time's the earthquake?
- You're insured.

Look, I got a deadline to meet.

You got any idea how Long it'll take me
to re-order some of these parts?

You're getting full police protection.
As it is, I'm cutting my political throat.

Oh, stop it, stop it, Crailer.
You're breaking my heart.

I can show you the damages,
Mr. Patton.

I can see, Charlie.

I can see. I got eyes.

Dexter, where are you?

In here.

You know, this doesn't Look Like
any motel I've ever seen.

Rooms are rooms.

Could be a hospital.

Okay, so you guessed.

Doc, everything is first-class.

I mean, ice water in all the rooms,
oxygen, radio, TV sets.

Out there, I'm putting a swimming
pool with a big playground.

Lots of trees and grass.

Children’s hospital.

Down here I got one of those...
One of those whirlpools.

You know, for the kids who got
something wrong with their legs.

Right in there is the x-ray room.

I've even been thinking about installing
one of those electrical gadgets

you know, that kind that heats you
from the inside.

It looks Like it might be
a good investment.

Investments are supposed
to make money.

Even with tax write-offs, I stand
to be , in the red.

I know at first, but after you sell it--

Sell it?

Oh, no. No, this is a gift.

To the town? I see.

What?

Pearl told me about the movie theater.

What else did she tell you?

Enough.

I don't understand the secrecy.

If you're gonna do the town a favor,
why don't you tell it the truth?

I'm not doing this
just for the town of Coleman

or for that one decent night's sleep
I haven't had in years.

Pearl told you about the theater.

Did she say anything about
our daughter, Melanie?

No, but I saw her picture.
She's very pretty.

Yeah.

She's in school in the east.

At least we Like to call it a school.

Actually, it's a place
for mentally disturbed children.

She's now and she's still there.

I'm sorry. I didn't know.

You got any idea what happens
to an -year-oId child

when she sees three of her...

Three of her schoolmates k*lled
in a building her father built?

She was at that matinee,

same audience.

Nothing happened to her.
Wasn't even bruised.

Not so you could see anyway.

But overnight there was a change.

Everything changed.

Pearl, Melanie, me.

Everything.

Well, why didn't you tell Pearl
about this? This hospital.

You still don't see it, do you, Kimble?

Up until now, I've at Least enjoyed
the benefit of the doubt.

It's the one thing that held me
and Pearl together

Like a piece of frayed twine.

Kept my child from hating me.

This hospital is just Like
a signed confession.

Then you were guilty.

What's guilt?

Law says one thing,
conscience says another.

Only your conscience
can build a stronger prison.

The day Pearl finds out
about this hospital,

that's the day that twine snaps.

Well, she's going to find out.
You can't keep it from her forever.

I ain't got forever, doc.

Just keep me on my feet
one more month. That's all I ask.

What makes you think
you have a month?

You'll see to that.

That much you owe me.

Why? Because you didn't turn me
into the police?

That's right.

Kimble, I never even asked you
if you were guilty or not.

Well, I kind of wished you had.

Pat, I'm saying goodbye.

Nothing from nothing is nothing.

That's what I’m taking.

That's what I’m leaving behind.

- Good morning.
- How's it going, Steve?

Can't complain.

All right, come on, get them rolling.

- What happened to Nebbs?
- I sent him on an errand.

Told him we were running
out of carbon. We're not.

The only thing we're running out of
is you.

This will settle you until Friday.

It isn't the usual two weeks' notice
but then this isn't the usual dismissal.

Well, if it's all the same to you,
I'll talk to Pat.

Dr. Kimble,
you're hearing it from me.

And the next voice you hear
will be the sheriff's.

So take the money
and pack your bundle and move.

- Pat told you that--
- No, I just got lucky.

You think it can be an omen?

Pearl, there are some things
you don't understand.

Maybe not, but there's one thing
I do know.

I learned it from Pat.

When you've got the upper hand,
squeeze.

Now you've got one hour,
then I call the Law.

Now, don't try to talk to Pat
or even try to get in touch with him.

If you do, you lose your hour.

I've got nothing to Lose, doctor.
Bear that in mind.

No!

Come on!
Come on, get those shovels!

Come on, put it out!

Get that water truck, come on!

Some of you guys get inside.
See what you can do.

Come on with the water.
What are you waiting for?

Get it on in there. Come on.

Initial these for me, will you, Pearl?
Pat's over at the motel.

Steve Dexter gone yet?

Oh, he's packed up okay, but right now
he's talking to Pat on my phone.

Hey!
Who said he could use my truck?

He's probably going over to see Pat
at the motel.

Here, Pete, I'll finish these up Later.

I have something
more important to do.

Okay, Pearl.

- Where's Pat?
- Search me.

He was here a minute ago.

That should ease the pain.

Here

Breathe in slowly.

In and out, breathe in slowly.
That's it.

I'll try.

- Pat, please.
- Those kids.

Never had a chance.

Wall caved right in.

Don't talk, Pat.

That's right. Gotta square it.

I gotta square it with Melanie.

Those kids.

Pearl, Pearl.

Please, Pat.

Pat, Pearl’s here.

Pearl, promise me
to see it through.

See what through?

What's the matter with him?
What's he talking about?

Old Ironsides has sprung a leak.

No, you're as strong as an ox.

Yeah, you see, doc,

you tell her there's salt in the ocean,
she gives you an argument.

You're strong, Pearl.

You were always the strong one.

Promise me you'll finish that hospital.

Hospital?

Promise me.

Yes. Pat, yes. Anything.

Oh, anything.

No! No!

He was afraid
if you knew about the hospital,

you'd think he was guilty
and Leave him.

That's the sheriff. I called him.

Well, he's not in that bunch.

I'll check the inside.
You go around back.

All right, all right. Come on, you guys.
Back to work, go ahead.

Miss Saunders?

What's the matter with Pat?
Is he sick?

Hey, Miss Saunders,
that's Steve Dexter.

Are the cops after him?

Charlie, get in my car and
go for the doctor as quick as you can.

- Oh, I can use the phone right--
- Just do as I say.

Yes, ma'am.

Sheriff! Sheriff!

He's getting away.

There he is, sir.

You promised to build the hospital.

Do it.

I want you to clear all the debris
out of there by tomorrow morning.

Oh, and replace all the windows.

It seems to me
that you could’ve let us know

that it was only one of your workers
using your car.

Well, at the time, I had
more important things on my mind.

I appreciate that fact,
but chasing down your car's

what gave Kimble every opportunity
needed to make his getaway.

I'm sorry, sheriff.

Tell Pete I want the electrician here
tomorrow morning.

It's apparent you're greatly concerned,
Miss Saunders.

Mrs. Patton, sheriff,
if it's all the same to you.

Pearl?

Pearl, I'll be glad to drive you back
to the construction yard.

I won't be going back to the yard,
Tom.

From now on, our office is going to be
located right here.

And if that doesn't sit well with
the townspeople, that's their Lookout.

I hope you're not holding Coleman
responsible for Pat's death.

Now, granted, maybe the fire was no
accident, but what k*lled Pat--

I know what k*lled Pat.

I also know
what's gonna keep him alive.

A fugitive gropes his way
into a small corner of darkness,

hoping for sanctuary
from the relentless force

that eternally pursues him.

Now, thrust once again into the harsh,
inquisitive light,

Richard Kimble must run,

searching for the elusive place
where a new life can commence.