03x16 - Not with a Whimper

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Kimble, my car
is in the driveway.

Go to the factory and
get those children out

and get that package
you delivered yesterday

and bring it back here fast.

I don't understand.

Tell him.

The package you took there

it's an expl*sive
with a timing device.

Yes, a b*mb.

To blow up the factory.

What time is it set for?

Twelve.

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:

Laurence Naismith,
Audrey Christie,

Lee Meriwether.

No matter how far a man may run

he cannot escape
the emotional ties

which bind him to his past.

So Richard Kimble
finds himself drawn

to the factory town
of Hempstead Mills.

Reason: the chance reading

of a small item in
a local newspaper.

Hello.

Lunch special's over.

Dinner don't start till 5.

Cup of coffee and a
piece of pie, please.

Apple, cherry, berry,
pecan, caramel?

Oh, apple.

Looks kind of
crummy, but it's okay.

It's the last piece I got.

How about the cherry?

Same difference.

How do you get to the 400 block

on Thurston Street?

New around here, huh?

You know Doc McCallister?

I used to.

Boy he's as crazy as a bedbug.

He was picketing old man
Hempstead's factory once.

Big signs: Fight k*ller Smog,

Smog is a m*rder*r,
all that jazz.

You know who was
picketing next to him?

Old man Hempstead's
daughter, that's who.

Boy, that was
something, I'll tell you.

Hey, do you really think

smog could k*ll a person?

It can't do you any good.

Yeah, that's for sure.

Uh, Thurston's just two
blocks down the street,

turn to the right.

Thank you.

Tasted crummy too, huh?

How much do I owe you?

Two bits.

Uh, forget it.

Just give me a
dime for the coffee.

You been here before
to visit Doc maybe?

No, I'm afraid not.

That's a big problem
I got, my wife says.

Everybody I see, I
think I know them.

Yeah.

Dr. Kimble.

It's been a long time, Murdock.

What are you doing
here? You could be seen.

I went by the house.
A neighbor told me

that Mac was in the hospital.

Just for the day. They
wanted to run a few tests.

Then he's all right?

He's dying.

Coronary blockage.

After all, the man
is close to 70.

I'd like to see him.

Why?

There's nothing
he can do for you.

I don't want anything from him.

Then leave now.

Too much excitement
might be bad for him.

Besides, he's sleeping.

I want to see him, Murdock.

Why am I always so angry?

I'll tell you. Because
he doesn't really care.

But you...

Murdock, can you
tell me how a man

in a wheelchair can
afford so much hate?

Is he still going on
about your father?

Oh, does he ever stop?

Well, it's not that
I blame him much.

Oh, it's a communiqué
from the home front.

It's time for my alcohol rub.

Yes, would you
excuse us, please?

Well, I can see I'm not
needed around here any longer.

Will you let me know
when he's finished?

I'll be in the waiting room.

Waiting.

Richard. Hello, Mac.

Hey, take it easy.

Oh, so she told you?

Well... Well, it's just my luck.

I had hoped to die of a
lung disease or at least

a chronic bronchial emphysema.

So you can prove your theory?

Fact, not theory.

You should know...

I'm angry with you, Richard.

Why didn't you put
me on the stand?

I could have told that jury
what kind of man you are.

It wouldn't have helped, Mac.

Besides, you've
done enough already.

Done what?

Oh, gave you a job so
you could get married.

Well, if I hadn't maybe
things wouldn't be

the way they are now.

It was more than
a... Than a job, Mac.

Working with you made med
school seem like kindergarten.

Oh.

Tell that to the town council.

Around here I'm considered
little short of a quack.

Oh, I don't believe that.

Ask Murdock.

I came to Hempstead Mills

because it has a high
incidence of air pollution

and a correspondingly
high mortality rate.

I hoped to prove that
by decreasing the first,

I could lower the second.

Any luck? I've battered
my head against

a stone wall for eight years

and all because the man
who owns the town's factory

also controls the town council

and his factory is
the biggest contributor

to smog in the entire district.

Well, it does
seem a little heavy.

Heavy.

There are children in this town

who don't know what
the sun looks like.

Now, please. Please,
don't get excited.

I knew this would happen.

I wanted to help.

Time is running out.

Nonsense, Mac. All you
have to do is take it easy.

Richard, you wouldn't be
the physician I know you are

if you really believed
what you just said.

But I'm not licked yet.

I may still stick
around long enough

for one last punch.

Who knows?

It might even be
a knockout punch.

That's more like it, Mac.

That's right, encourage him.

He already has
delusions of grandeur

and you're just what he needs
to push him over the edge.

Where is your training, doctor?

Don't you know
that at this stage

the brain is affected?

He should be under
sedation and you...

You should never
have come here at all.

What brought that on?

A woman's worked
for you for 30 years...

she figures she owns you.

We'd like to see
to Dr. McCallister.

Are you visiting?

No, it's official
police business.

Could you just tell
us the room number?

- Room 302.
- This it, down here?

- Yes, it is.
- Good.

Police.

Hello, Ms. Murdock,

we'd like to talk to
Dr. McCallister for a minute.

The doctor's a very sick man.

No one can see him now.

Well, I'm sorry,
but it's important.

I'm sorry too, lieutenant.

Ms. Murdock,
we've got a job to do.

Come on, Pete.

Hello, doc, sorry
to disturb you.

Oh, that's all
right, lieutenant.

I could use a little company.

Doc, uh...

We're, uh... We're looking
for a man named Kimble.

Dr. Richard Kimble?

Odd that you should
mention his name.

He phoned less
than half an hour ago.

He's an old student of mine.

We got a tip that he was
coming here to see you.

Well, he was. Apparently.

Not finding me at home
he phoned the hospital.

What's happened? Has
he been in an accident?

Well, yeah, you
might say that in a way.

He's a m*rder*r, doc.

What?

Yes, he, uh...

He m*rder*d his wife and
escaped in a train wreck.

It, uh, happened a
couple of years ago.

I'm surprised you
didn't hear about it.

While I was in Europe.

Oh, that explains it.

Explains what?

Why he didn't come to see me.

He must have thought
it was too big a risk.

He said he just called
to wish me well and, uh...

Oh, that he had to
leave town in a hurry.

Pete, phone Wiley and tell
them to set up roadblocks

and I want two
men in the bus depot

and two men in
the train station.

Right.

If he tries to contact
you again, doc,

don't let on that you know
and get in touch with us

as quick as you can.

Oh, yes, I will.

And, doc, he's a
very dangerous man.

Thanks for the warning.

The debt keeps growing.

Pure selfishness, my boy.

I fixed it so you
can't leave town.

Now you'll have to keep
an old man company.

Aren't you finished
in there yet?

Oh, that's Willis.

She can drive you home.

Oh, there's nothing
to worry about.

Willis is way too busy
with her social work

to follow the crime news.

And too busy feeding
your obsession.

Hey, what did you do, drown?

Come in.

You know, what you need
is a three-minute car wash.

Oh, I'm sorry to
have kept you waiting.

Uh, Dr. Spaulding,
Ms. Hempstead.

How do you do? Hello.

She's a nice girl

even though she is George
Hempstead's daughter.

Coming from him,
that's a rave notice.

Oh, I've persuaded Dr. Spaulding

to spend the night at my house.

Would you mind driving him over?

Oh, I'd love to.

You can't mistake the guest room

it's the one that's clean.

Murdock and I will be
home in time for breakfast.

And the key's under the mat.

Oh, since you're going
to be passing the factory,

I have another little
chore for you to do.

Mm-mm.

I promised father,
no more picketing.

Oh, it's nothing
as drastic as that.

Just deliver a
present to the lab.

For Dr. Morgan?

That's giving aid and
comfort to the enemy.

Well, not exactly.

Oh, it's... It's in the closet.

Murdock.

I'll get it.

"Glass-Fragile-Handle
with Care".

What's in it, Beatle records?

Oh, something much more
precious even than that.

It's an accurate smog
measuring device.

Oh, I see, now we
enter phase two,

psychological warfare.

Dr. Morgan is head of
the so-called research lab

at the factory.

This is what he needs most.

It's set up like a small
distillery, all glass.

Isolates impurities by
filtering through water.

It is extremely delicate
so please be careful.

Do you really
think he'll use it?

Oh, come on,
humor a sick old man.

Well, anything for
you, my general.

See you in the morning.

Oh, Richard, don't drop it.

I won't.

All right, Murdock, now what?

I cleaned out your laboratory.

The first time I ever heard

of a lung specialist
experimenting

with cellulose and nitric acid.

Research. People are
discovering new things every day.

I've been doing a
little research myself.

Do you know what I discovered?

When you add g*n
cotton to nitroglycerin,

you get dynamite.

You're a scholar, Murdock.

I never suspected.

Dr. Andrew Emmet McCallister

think of the years spent
building up that name.

And what good is it to me?

The newspapers won't
even print what I have to say.

They'll print it if it's
a sensational story.

Possibly if they find that
somebody really cares enough

about the problem

others might
start caring a little.

Even if people get k*lled?

Millions of people have
been k*lled by polluted air.

If something
isn't done about it,

millions more will
die in the future.

Besides, tomorrow's Saturday.

At 12-noon there
won't be a soul about.

Well, nobody to get hurt.

You're right.

But no credit to you.

I found your little toy

and I disconnected the wires.

I'm sorry for you, Andrew.

Truly, truly I am.

I thought it was past closing.

Oh, well, you see, doctor,

they don't, uh, put
out the fires at night,

not even over the weekend.

They claim it
would take too long

to get back to
operating temperatures.

And you don't believe it?

Well, you see, doctor,

my father has some
reason for everything.

Very reasonable man, my father.

Here, let me help you.
No, no, that's all right.

Mac would have your life.

Oh.

Oh, I'd give anything to see
the expression on Morgan's face.

Why? What's Mac
got against Morgan.

That.

Mac claims it's, uh, fit only
for, uh, chemical warfare.

And Dr. Morgan
disagrees of course.

What is it? That's
what he's paid to do.

Hm? What is it?

Oh, oil... Basically.

I wouldn't want
to use it in my car.

You're right.

And that's what my father's
been pouring into the air.

You've really taken up Mac's
banner with a vengeance.

Well, why not? Don't you
think people should fight

for what they believe in?

You believe in Mac's cause?

You bet I do.

It's probably the most
important work I've ever done.

I guess that seems a bit
pretentious to you but...

Well, you see, I've worked
for a lot of other organizations,

causes, fighting
for this and that

but, unfortunately, it's
usually just a bunch of talk.

What this comes down to

is really a case
of life or death.

I see.

Oh, boy, it's late.

I'm going to have
to drop you and run.

I'll be seeing you
tomorrow though.

I promised Mac
that I'd, uh, pop...

Uh-oh, I just remembered I
have a date tomorrow morning.

With the fifth grade.

On Saturday?

Well, the teacher's
bringing them in to, uh,

inspect the factory.

Among other things, I
am also the official guide.

I'll explain to Mac. What
time are you meeting them?

Oh, 11:00. You can tell
him I'll pop by for coffee later.

All right.

Morning.

Good morning.

Is, uh, Dr. McCallister in?

Yes, come in.

Stay put, doc.

Lieutenant just wanted to know

if you've heard
back from Kimble.

Not a word.

Well, he hasn't turned
up at the roadblocks yet,

so it figures he's still around.

I'll tell you the truth,

I'm not at all sure I'd
know him even if I saw him.

It's been a long time.

Expecting company?

Oh, Ms. Hempstead promised
to join us for a bite of breakfast.

Well, looks like she's late.

Well, you know women.

Well, sorry to trouble you, doc.

No trouble at all.

Thank you, sir.

Are you satisfied, Dr. Kimble?

How much more of this
do you think he can stand?

Oh, don't listen to her.

Did you sleep well, doctor?

Yes.

I think she's right, Mac.

I'm going to get my
jacket and say goodbye.

You're not leaving here until
you've had your breakfast.

Come on, wheel me over.

All right. Just a cup of coffee.

I intended sending Willis
out shopping for eggs,

but she hasn't shown up yet.

She said she couldn't make it.

She, uh, had to
take these, uh...

Oh, don't bother to explain.

They're all undependable.

Even Murdock,
with all her noise.

Maybe that's why I'm
not afraid of her anymore.

Were you ever?

Scared stiff.

People are always
afraid of noise.

Used to be thunder and lightning

that sent our ancestors
scurrying back to their caves.

Today we're frightened
of the atom b*mb.

With some reason.

But the deadliest
k*ller of them all

is still the lowly germ,

quiet and unspectacular.

Polluted air. Polluted water.

Spreading everywhere.
Nobody escapes.

"This is the way the world ends,

not with a bang but a whimper."

T.S. Eliot.

Poets are the greatest prophets.

If people don't wake up...

Well, I really should
be going, doctor.

It's good to have
seen you again, doctor.

When you reach my age,
you find you've outlived

most of the people
you really cared about.

Oh, by the way, did you
deliver that package all right?

Yes, it's on Dr. Morgan's table.

Oh, good, what time did
Willis say she'd be here?

Oh, I imagine 12, 12:30, 1:00.

Took some children
through the factory at 11.

What's the matter?

Children at the factory.

Well, I told you.

I disconnected the wires.

I knew you had when I
checked the wrapping.

And...

I reconnected them.

What are you going to do?

Call the police.

No, wait, wait, wait.
There's... There's no need.

What is it?

It's just after 11.

It's set to go off at 12.

It takes 10 minutes
to reach the factory.

There's plenty of time.

Bring the b*mb back here.

What about you?

I'm fine.

Get the kids out.

Andrew.

Go on.

No. No, I won't leave you now.

Kimble.

Dr. Kimble. Dr. Kimble.

It's Mac.

He'll be all right.

Hurry.

I can't leave you now.

Kimble, my car
is in the driveway.

Go to the factory and
get all those kids out.

Find that package
you delivered yesterday

and bring it back here fast.

I don't understand.

Tell him.

The package you took there

it's an expl*sive
with a timing device.

Yes, a b*mb.

To blow up the factory.

That's his "knockout punch".

What time is it set for?

Twelve.

God help you.

Now, we're going to see
the main processing room

so if you just go right
around to the right.

Okay.

Right around there.

Joey.

Yeah.

Put that back.

I was only looking.

Joey.

I'm coming.

Where's the fire?

Willis!

Willis!

Valves here.

Mac sent me over. We've got
to get these kids out of here.

What is this? Some kind of joke?

I'll explain later.

Look, Dr. Spaulding,
I'm on Mac's side,

but I do have an obligation
to my father. I won't let him...

It's nothing to do with that.

Well, what happens when
the newspapers get hold of it?

Hempstead's daughter marches
the children out... Fear of smog.

Believe me, it has nothing to
do with that. I'll explain later.

Well, it better be a
darn good explanation.

All right, children come on.

Come on, this way.

Everybody out, please.

Joey!

Get those children back.

Have you got everyone?

Joey Anderson is missing.

He must still be
inside. Oh, I'll get him.

I'll get him. You get
those children back.

Joey.

Joey.

Joey.

Joey come out? No.

What happened to that package?

What package? The one
we delivered yesterday.

The one we left
on Morgan's table?

Well, it's still there

or at least it was
15 minutes ago.

It's not there now.

But we just went
through the lab.

Joey.

His teacher says he has
a habit of taking things.

Will you tell me
what this is all about?

I've got to phone Mac.

Operator, this is
an emergency call.

I have to reach Dr. Andrew
McCallister at his home.

Thank you.

Hello.

Murdock, put Mac on.

Yes, right away. Kimble.

Hello, Richard.

Mac, one of the
children is still inside.

That package is missing.

Now, if I find it, I won't
have time to bring it back.

You have to give me
instructions on how to dismantle it.

All right,

first of all take
off the wrapping,

slowly.

Be careful not to jar it.

The contact wires will
be getting very close now.

If they touch in
the last minutes...

Even a vibration or a
loud noise could do it.

If they touch...
Richard, be careful.

Now, what's it all about?
I have a right to know.

I'll explain later.

It's a b*mb, isn't it?

Tell me.

Later.

I'm going to call the police.

No, no, no. Not
with Kimble there.

But if anybody gets
hurt... Get my car.

You can't go.

Don't argue with me.

Get my car.

Is something wrong?
Better get the children

out of here right now.

What about Joey? Well,
don't worry about him.

I'll take care of him when
we find him. Come on.

Step back.

Don't run!

Joey.

Joey.

Joey.

Is Kimble...?

Dr. Spaulding,
is he still in there?

Yes, he is.

Well, what about the boy?

H-has he come out yet?

No, he hasn't.

Well, wheel me closer.

All right.

Police headquarters. Hurry.

I want to report a b*mb.

Joey.

Joey.

Joey. I didn't steal it.

Honest, I didn't.

I was just... I just found it.

Joey, that...

That package has
expensive chemicals in it.

It may be dangerous.

It may even explode.

So I want you to
hand it over to me.

Just make sure
you don't drop it.

All right?

Don't move!

Take one more
step and I'll let it go.

I swear.

Just one more step.

Ms. Hempstead, why did
they leave Joey in there?

What's he doing in a
factory? Please listen to me.

Everything's being
done that can be done.

All right, Joey, I'm
going down the stairs.

I want you to do the same thing.

Come on.

I'm going to go to the
other side of the room.

All you have to do is
just walk down the stairs

and put the package
right down here.

But very gently.

Come on.

That's it.

Joey, when you... When
you put the package down

then you just leave the factory.

I won't chase you. I promise.

Now, take it easy, Joey.

That's it.

Come on.

Just put the package
down very gently, Joey.

Joey!

Joey!

Joey.

There's no place to go.

Now, listen to me.

I want you to put that
package back on the table.

And I want you
to go out the door.

I won't stop you.

I won't even look. Go ahead.

Put it on the table.

You can close the
door behind you.

Mom!

Joey. I didn't do it.

I didn't do it!

Leave me alone.

I must get in touch with him.

The switchboard's locked, Mac.

There's no way.

What about the PA system?

It's only used for music. I...

I don't even know
how to work it.

But where is it?

In the gate house.

Well, take me there.

Richard, Mac speaking.

Don't try to dismantle the b*mb.

Repeat: It's too
late to dismantle.

Get as far away as you can.

Get out of there, Richard.

Get as far away as you can.

Sure that's the window?
I know he's there.

Aren't you going to
do anything about it?

Yes, ma'am. I'll take
care of everything.

Lieutenant... Do you
know the man inside?

Oh, yes, his name's
Dr. Spaulding.

Spaulding?

Uh, well, he's a friend
of Dr. McCallister's.

He's from out of town.

Is that him?

Yes.

All right, everybody,
stand back!

It's him all right.

Kimble, you stay
right where you are.

He's got the b*mb.

Get in the car, Willis.

Stay put, Miss.

Get in the car,
Willis and start it.

Let's get this
thing out of here.

Be careful, any vibration
might detonate it.

All right, you people,
move back on out of here.

Go on. Move out.
Clear that area.

Let this car out.

It's a bluff. He's
using it to get away.

Oh, it's the b*mb, all right.

Well, how do you know?

Well, I ought to.

I was the one who made it.

Thank you.

It was the only way I could
think of to get out of there.

I guess I haven't been
too bright about all this.

Well, the banner just got
too heavy for you to carry.

I just didn't know
he was that far gone.

Mac was a brilliant man.

What he did was wrong.

But that doesn't mean
that the things he stood for

should be written off.

Yes, but what he tried to do.

What he did was fight for
something he believed in...

A cause.

He was just too old and too sick

to know how to fight for it.

But you're not.

You think I should
go back and...

I think a person should
fight for what they believe in.

Don't you?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, I guess I can
get rid of this now.

No, I'd, uh... I'd like
to take it back with me.

I want them all to see it,

to prove that neither of
you is really that dangerous.

Richard Kimble, fugitive,

on a brief visit to a dead past.

Now once more in
search of a future.