03x18 - This'll k*ll You

Episode transcripts for the TV show "The Fugitive". Aired: September 17, 1963 – August 29, 1967.*
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Dr. Richard is wrongly convicted for a m*rder he didn't commit, escapes custody and ends up in a game of cat-and-mouse with the real k*ller.
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03x18 - This'll k*ll You

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The door's open.

He's up there. Mm-hm.

I'll go in after him.
You cover the back.

And if it's not Kimble?

Then we've wasted an hour.

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:

Mickey Rooney, Nita Talbot.

The days of a fugitive
run together as one.

The fear and
desperation unrelieved

by the sounds of laughter.

But Richard Kimble,

now using the
name Nick Phillips,

will find that a man may laugh

only to escape
the terror of silence.

Would I lie to you, Mrs. Belson?

I tell you, this is it.

Uh... It... It...

It can't be. It
can't be, she says.

Do the Mets lose?

I tell you those are
the very same pants

that you put in that
machine not 45 minutes ago.

Oh, but look,
they couldn't have.

Mrs. Belson, from now
on you're gonna have to

pay more attention
to the labels.

Whey they say use
warm water, dear,

you're gonna have
to use warm water.

Pay more attention.

Charlie, I could...
Oh, you could... Look,

6.95 Max the tailor charges
me to have these made up,

and you have to
louse up the gag.

But she's my neighbor.

Here are the real ones,
darling. What am I?

The neighborhood junkie?
No, the neighborhood 3-year-old.

Get out of here, you gals,

before I call the
vice squad, huh?

Bye, Charlie. Bye.

Bye. Bye, Mrs. Belson.

Thanks.

Did she call yet?
Huh? Oh, no. No, no.

But a couple of my
ex pigeons called.

They didn't know I
was out of the horse biz,

and I ran to that phone
like Horace Heidt calling

for the Pot o' Gold.

You nervous?

Nervous?

My butterflies
have got butterflies.

Nick...

Did you ever wait
eight years for a girl?

Charlie.

Well, enter la fuzz.

Well, gentlemen, uh,
don't put the blue suits

in with the pillowcases, huh?

Okay, Charlie, let's
put a stopper in it.

Ah, critics. Critics
all over the world.

We'd like to take a look around.

I, uh, better get
that delivery out.

Oh, uh...

Now, wait... Wait a
min... Wait a minute.

Thorpe, don't you
think it'd be more fun

if you had a search warrant?

Here.

This one was
taking off in the truck.

Well, why shouldn't
he? He drives the truck.

He works for me.

What's your name?

Nick Philips.

Better stick
around, Mr. Phillips.

All right, look, if you
want the three mil

I got out of the Brinks
job, it's yours, okay, pal?

Where are the markers, Charlie?

Markers? What are you
talking about? Laundry markers?

I've got plenty of those. I
mean betting markers, Charlie.

Let's lay off the night
club routines, huh?

Look, Thorpe, I haven't
got a thing going for me

except those machines out there.

They'd better keep
you good and clean.

Heh. Funny cop, the worst kind.

You want any more from this one?

He's all right, I guess.

Just look out Charlie
doesn't get you into trouble.

Nick, from now on you're
my mink-dyed rabbit's foot.

You know, when I
was operating the book,

there were markers
all over the place.

Thorpe could've hung
me over his mantel.

Believe me, right
over his mantel.

How he'd have loved that.

Hello. Hello, is, uh...?

Has a Miss Jellison
checked in yet?

Jellison.

Oh, she hasn't. All right, fine.

N... No, thank...
Thank you very much.

Charlie, what makes
me your rabbit's foot?

W... Well, uh,
wasn't it you that

told me to give up the book?

Well, you said some
gamblers were looking for you.

Yeah.

Yeah, you told me that
if I kept on taking bets

that sooner or later
they'd get a line on me.

Only makes sense, right?

Well, anyway, all I know
is that since you started

to work for me five weeks
ago, everything is changed.

I mean, business has picked up,

Paula said she's
coming back to me

and I've stayed out of jail.

Believe me, that's been
a big five weeks for me.

Nick, I'm never gonna let
you out of my sight again.

Oh, incidentally, would
you do me a favor, please?

Sure. Do me just a little favor.

Here, take these over
to the Maxwell Hotel

a-a-and give them to Paula.

Leave them there
for Paula in her room.

Some creep in Atlantic
City drew them for us

on our first date
about 10 years ago.

She'll get a kick out of it

when she walks in the
room and sees them.

You're sentimental, Charlie.

Yeah, I'm the kind of a guy

that cries at wrestling matches.

You, uh...? You know
where the hotel is, don't you?

Yes, it's somewhere
on the west side.

Oh, wait a minute.

Here's a couple of
bucks for the desk clerk.

There you go.

Oh, and Nick,
uh, take your time.

Okay.

Excuse me, darling,
may I help you, please?

I, uh...

I have a couple of
pictures for Miss Jellison.

A friend of hers would like them

put in her room
before she checks in.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Maybe I'll get the
bellboy to do it.

Oh, no, I didn't mean we
couldn't hang the pictures.

I meant, uh, Miss Jellison
already checked in.

How long ago?

About 20 minutes.

But I think she went
right back out again.

What am I gonna do with these?

Well, we'll have them
taken care of right away.

Beer?

May I interest
you in your future?

Your tomorrows are only
echoes of your yesterdays.

And the ears of a gypsy
are attuned to echoes.

Oh, there is pain here...

and unanswered questions...

and here are the marks of love.

There was a woman, wasn't there?

And I see... I see...

Look, mister, I'm
sorry but I gotta go.

I promised my husband
I'd pick him up at 3:00.

Here, take this.

This'll give you a
free reading next time.

That's too bad.

Just when it was
getting interesting.

Oh, she had a certain style.

Was she right?

Was there a woman?

Well, there's always
a woman, isn't there?

What about now?

I'd guess there isn't any.

Why?

Well, maybe I'm part gypsy,

attuned to your
echoes or something.

You got something
against gypsies?

No, some of my best
friends are gypsies.

I'm glad.

Nice little place,
don't you think?

I might even be
here again tomorrow.

About this time, probably.

Oh, Miss Jellison.

Another message for you.

Same man, same number.

Oh, well, I'll add
it to my collection.

He certainly is
persistent, isn't he?

It's that extra little dab of
perfume behind the knees.

Mr. Paris again?

Yes, why?

Well, he's an old friend.

I told him I'd stop by
next time I came through.

You want to leave a message
in case he calls back again?

Well, then it wouldn't
be a surprise, would it?

Honey, uh, I'm sorry about

having to put you on
the other side of town,

but that's the way it has to be.

Yes, I... I thought you'd
get a kick out of them.

Oh, uh, honey, I hate to
keep bugging you about this,

but, uh, nobody knows
where you are, do they?

I mean, nobody's nosing
around or anything like that?

Good. Well, uh,

be careful on your way
over here tonight, huh? Okay.

And... And, honey, I love you.

Bye.

Everything all right?

Everything all right? Do
horse players die broke?

How's this for all right?

Yeah.

Come on, Nick. Let's
get some work done.

Sorry, Mr. Phillips,
just checking.

Something wrong, sarge?

No.

No, I guess not. Let's go.

Hey. Hey, Nick, boy.

You know what I just discovered?

Heh. I discovered
that you don't have to...

Have to wear a tie at all

if you want to keep
your collar closed.

Now you got a
button to do that. Heh.

And if you want
color for your shirt,

well, you don't have
to wear a colored shirt.

All you have to do is
just take a paintbrush

and dab it in some paint
and slop it on the front of you.

Are you taking notes?

You're gonna fall apart
before she gets here.

Well, it has been
eight years, Nick.

Believe me, I'm...
I'm a little scared.

Been eight years for her too.

Yeah.

Hey, you know, for
one of the real big

ugly faces of all times,

it still has a little
character, huh?

What time's she get here?

Like about, uh, three
minutes ago. Heh.

Wait until you
meet her too, Nick.

Please believe me, she's...

Charlie... Now, listen,

this... This... This tie,

it doesn't look like I
got it off a street corner

from one of those yucky
guys, does it? Huh?

Look all right?

Charlie, to tell
you the truth...

Oh, you can tell, huh?

Well, you can
always spot a phony.

You're looking at one of
those hundred-percent phonies

from the 50-cent tie down to
the 7-and-a-half-buck shoes.

What do you mean?

You know how it is, Nick.

That letter that I
wrote to her in Detroit

asking her to come back to me.

Maybe I laid it on
a little too heavy.

I was scared to death that
she wouldn't come back to me.

Maybe she thought that I had
a chain of those Laundromats.

Who knows? The way I wrote her,

maybe she thought I had a lot
of bread and I was doing great.

What are you gonna do?

What am I going to do? Ha!

You tell me.

Hey, you've been trying
to tell me something all day.

What is it?

This afternoon
at Paula's hotel...

Hey, hey, see if that's
her, will you, please?

Go on.

Well, it's a woman.

That's Pete Ragan.

Do me a favor, Nick, and
get her out of here for me,

will you, please? Who is Pete?

Well, look, he's...

He's an errand boy from
the New York syndicate.

Evidently, they must have
followed her here from Detroit.

They must want you pretty bad.

Well, I'll, uh,

fill you in on
the details later.

Right now, get her out of
here for me, will you, please?

Tell her I'll meet her at the...
That place called the Love Nest.

It's across from the park.
Tomorrow about noon, okay?

I'll try. Thanks.

What are you doing here?

You've been followed. Move over.

Make it look like you
came to pick me up.

Look to who?

The fellow in back of us.

Then let's make it look good.

Oh, is Charlie watching?

Don't worry, he
can't see a thing.

Let's go.

I don't know, I guess he
thought he was doing it for me.

He said he didn't want
me living out of suitcases

in $2 hotel rooms.

He said he'd have to be mixed up

with some pretty
miserable types.

But it was the only way
he could build us a stake.

And it looks like he
really built a big one.

I just drive the truck,
keep the place clean.

Well, I'm not asking
for a financial statement.

I just, uh, meant he's
doing pretty good now.

You didn't finish your story.

It a family secret, huh?

Oh, that's okay. I'll
find out soon enough.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah, well,
Charlie walked out,

and suddenly it
was two years later

and I started getting panicky.

And? And I married

the first guy that
showed any interest.

Half the time he was drunk,

half the time he was mean,
and all the time he was broke.

You didn't tell
Charlie, did you?

About this afternoon?

No.

Why not?

I didn't have time.

I wouldn't if I were you.

He wouldn't believe you.

Besides, it'd be nice
if we had a secret.

I'll get a cab.

Oh, don't go away mad.

Charlie wants you to meet
him tomorrow around noon

across from the park. A
place called the Love Nest.

Why not?

And tell him this time I'll
be looking over my shoulder.

Now, where am I meeting you?

Here's a nice place.

Charlie happens to be the
man you're going to marry.

He's also my friend.

I'd like to leave it that way.

Did you forget some...?

Miss Jellison? I'm Pete Ragan.

What do you want?

May I come in? No.

I'm looking for Charlie Paris.

I haven't seen
Charlie for eight years.

That's too bad.

I had $5000 for you.

All you had to do was tell
me where I could find him.

Get out of here.

That's a lot of money, lady.

Maybe once.

Now you'd better move before
you get your hand smashed.

Okay, but just in case
you need anything,

I'm right down the hall.

Room 208.

Two-oh-eight, remember?

I don't care what you say.

I mean, it's... It's...

You know, you can
only take so much.

You were gone
an awful long time.

It is 20 minutes over and
20 minutes back, Charlie.

Oh, I know. I don't know
what's the matter with me.

I'm just... I've just
been going crazy.

I'm sorry to get you
mixed up in this big mess.

Seems like they've gone a
long way to collect just a bet.

Oh, I'm not running
away from any bookies.

Well, you don't have to
tell me if you don't want to.

Now, look, I...

I'm not any hood
or anything like that.

I couldn't swing that way.

And it's not the ponies either.

Problem is, it's the clubs.

Yeah, the clubs and the
guys who run the clubs.

And these guys are
all over, you know?

Anyway, a couple of these
guys, they picked up on me,

and, uh, things
started getting better.

I got better jobs, good money,

better billing, everything.

And all of a sudden I got
invited to these guys' houses

every once in a while.

Of course, I do 20
minutes next to the piano,

but I got invited to
the parties anyway.

Well, when you
go to these parties,

you begin to
collect information.

Information that you
didn't even ask to hear.

Well, last year the New
York Crime Commission,

they called me in as a witness.

Oh, they called in about
200 other witnesses too.

And I told them what I thought

all of the other witnesses
were telling them.

I found out that I...
I was doing a solo.

A lot of people
were getting hurt.

They want to k*ll me, Nick.

Well, can't you get out of town?

I want to see Paula first.

Charlie...

What is it you're
trying to tell me, Nick?

Nothing. What is it, huh?

Nothing.

She'll meet you tomorrow.

She said she'll be
more careful this time.

Well, that's good.

What's, uh...? What's
a Love Nest place?

Oh, the Love Nest?
It's a little candy shop

with uncomfortable
chairs, everything.

You... You know the kind.

Are you kidding?

What's the matter? Don't
you think I'm the type?

I know all about those things,
like milk shakes, macaroons.

What's that cold stuff?

Ice cream. Oh, sure,

I know all about that jazz. Heh.

Besides, it's kind of romantic.

You be careful, Charlie.

Careful? Well,
wait a minute, Nick.

I'm not gonna get
into any trouble. Heh.

I'm too chicken.

Besides, you're my
good-luck charm.

Guess it was a bad
idea, that ice cream, huh?

Oh, no, it's just
that I slept late

and I didn't have any breakfast.

Heh. Strawberry sundaes
before breakfast. Yuck.

Oh, it's all right.
I love it. It's fine.

Well, you know...

it's funny, it's just I
feel like a teenager

on his first date.

Can you imagine Henry
Aldrich losing his hair?

It gives you more character.

Well, I... I still have the
same character. Heh.

Lousy.

Oh, don't be silly,
Charlie. You've done it.

Just what you said
you were going to do.

All right, it took longer than
we thought, but you did it.

Paula, listen to me.

I know what you're
gonna say, Charlie,

but it was my fault, not yours.

Baby, you don't un...
You don't understand.

Understand what, Charlie?

I lied to you.

About what?

Well, that letter
I wrote to you,

I... I wrote it kind of heavy

because I was scared that
you wouldn't come back.

The truth is that...

I haven't got a quarter.

The only thing I got is
that one lousy suds factory,

and it's in hock
up to its lint trap.

I haven't got a cent either.

I can't even pay my hotel bill.

So, what now, Charlie?

Look, we'll... We'll
go out to California.

I've got a couple of friends
out there that'll give us a stake

until I can get a
line on something.

It's all right, isn't it?

Oh, honey, listen...
Listen to me.

I... I adore you.

Charlie, what are you
gonna do about that man?

Huh? That Ragan?

Well, for one thing, I
can stay out of his way.

Look, I'll... I'll find a place

and then I'll make a
couple of phone calls,

and that ought to be good
for a couple of plane tickets,

and we can leave by tomorrow.

Where will you go?

I... I mean now.

Don't worry about it.
Don't worry about it.

I'll call you, okay?

Sure, Charlie.

Love you, darling.

Here.

Here's some scratch.

You pay the tab and I'll...

I'll get things on the way, huh?

Love you.

Do you have a minute?

Yeah, he's here, okay,
but he's getting ready to run.

All you gotta do is get a
man on the 3:00 plane.

That gets in here at 5:30.

I'll be there to meet him.

Now, about the money.

Seventy-five hundred.

I know I said 5, but
she won't go for it.

Look, you want him or don't you?

Then just send a money
order in care of this hotel.

Okay, then that's it.

Where are you going? To my room.

It's just like this one.

You think Charlie will
know to call me here?

So we'll have the
switchboard transfer the call.

Sit down.

Charlie.

Oh, I'm sorry, Thorpe,

but your lieutenant said I can't
take any more bets from you.

You're dipping in
the pension fund.

Is Phillips around?

Nick?

What do you want
with him? Is he hot?

Maybe.

I'd just like to take
another look at him.

Oh, be my guest.
You're entitled.

You know where I could find him?

No.

Well, he left here
yesterday like a spooked filly.

Oh, now it all adds up.

Yeah, if he is hot,

then you fellas must
have put a scare in him.


Well, he just took off.

He left some of his stuff here.

You sure you haven't seen him?

No, I haven't.

You can look
around if you care to.

I'll be back tomorrow.

But if you hear from
him, let us know.

Yeah, if there's
anything I hate,

it's a guy that puts a
slug into a parking meter.

No games, Charlie.

Just call us.

Anything wrong, Nick?

No. Mrs. Williams says her
husband lost a pair of shorts.

Well, you tell Mrs. Williams
to ask her husband about that.

Oh, uh, I know you've been
driving an awful lot today,

but would you do
me a favor? Sure.

Would you, uh, drop this
over at, uh, the hotel for Paula?

Just leave it at the desk, huh?

I'm gonna take your advice,
Nick. I'm, uh... I'm getting out.

And I'm taking Paula with me

after I gather up a
little more scratch

than that's in that
envelope there.

Oh, I... Here, wait a minute.

I want to write a little note.

A card or something.

What's this? Here.

Oh, I had my palm read.

You had your palm read? Heh.

You know, I
believe in that stuff.

What, palm reading?
No, in business cards.

Oh, when are you gonna learn?

I wanna let Paula know
where I'm gonna be.

Where are you going now?

Well, I've got a room
rented over a dump

called the Clinton Hotel.

I'm gonna stay there
until I get some more loot.

Charlie, I got 40 bucks.

Oh, forget it, Nick.

Just deliver that
envelope, will you?

Okay.

Nick, oh, incidentally, the, uh,

the cop, Thorpe?

He was around.

He was asking some
questions about you.

Uh, don't be worried. I
didn't tell him anything.

I said you had gone off
somewhere, you know.

Got troubles, Nick?

They think I was mixed up in
something a couple of years ago

and I wasn't.

Well, that's...
That's your business.

So you and I, I guess
we're a couple of runners.

I guess that's why we get
along so well together, huh?

Maybe.

Uh, well, he's gonna...

Thorpe's coming by tomorrow
to ask some more questions.

Don't worry, I'm not gonna
tell him you were around.

I'll tell him you've taken off.

You've got that in mind
anyway, haven't you?

Well, I...

I hope we meet up with
each other again sometime.

So do I, Charlie.

Thanks for the bruises.

I don't get it. All of a
sudden you turn it off.

Let's go downstairs
and have a drink.

What about your phone call?

We'll have them
transfer it to the bar.

See? I learn fast.

Yeah.

I'd like to leave this
for Miss Jellison.

Certainly.

Wire for Mr. Ragan.

And this is for Miss Jellison.

I think they're
still in the bar.

Miss Jellison. For
you, Mr. Ragan.

Oh.

Thank you, sir.

Okay, so where is he?

After we cash that money order.

Looks like you
already got a head start.

A hundred dollars.

Poor, dumb... Forget it.

Okay, after we get the
dough, I'll go to the plane.

You make sure he
stays wherever he is.

I'll tell you where
he is. That's enough.

If you want it that way.

But you only get half
the dough for the address.

I'll keep the other
half until I'm sure

there's gonna be a party.

All right, let's go.

If there's anything turns
me on, it's a hungry dame.

Yes?

Nick!

What are you doing here?

I thought you'd be
out of town by this time.

I had to talk to you. Did
you give her the money?

Yes, I did. Look, I
got $300 right here.

Charlie... Bank's almost...

Charlie... Here's the...
What's the matter?

Huh?

What...? What's the matter?

Charlie, there is no
easy way to tell you.

No easy way to
tell me what, Nick?

About Paula.

What about Paula?

She and Ragan were
together in the bar.

That's not a very
funny joke, Nick.

I know it isn't funny.

All right, she... If
she was with Ragan,

there must have been...

There just must have
been some reason for it.

Maybe he was on her back

and she was just trying
to get him off, that's all.

You believe that?

You don't think she's trying
to put the finger on me?

You said it, Charlie. I didn't.

Now, wait a minute, Nick.

Listen, I... I've known Paula
longer than I've known you.

And if you're gonna
marry somebody,

you gotta have faith in them.

And if it's stupid to
have faith in somebody,

then all right, then I'm stupid.

You stay here, you're
like a tin can on a fence.

Nick, up until now, my
life has been like something

wrapped up in a
dirty old newspaper.

And now, for the first time,

well, if... If this
ever rotted on me,

I wouldn't want to
make it nohow anyway.

She sold you out, Charlie.

That's enough, Nick.

Now, go on, get out. Come on.

Go on over to the place
and get your stuff and get out!

I was only trying...
Well, don't try so hard,

because if something does
happen you can say to yourself,

"I didn't have anything
to do with it", okay?

Okay. All right.
Thank you, Nick.

All right, Charlie.

You were right.

He didn't believe
anything I said.

You see?

You just aren't pretty enough.

I hope you got a
good price for him.

Good night.

We ought to get there
in about 20 minutes.

Well, how do we
know he'll still be there?

She'll take care
of that, don't worry.

I'd only worry if
she were my dame.

I don't even know this Ragan!

Why would I be
drinking with him?

Somebody told me they
saw you. Then they lied.

What's the
difference? Who was it?

What's the difference?
I'd just like to know

what kind of person
would accuse me

of something like
that. Nick. He told me.

Nick told me he saw you
two together at the bar.

Well, honey, say
something, will you?

Say something, honey.

You won't like it, Charlie.

Well, try me.

It's about Nick.

What about Nick? Did he
see you or didn't he see you?

Of course not!

Well, why would he
make up a thing like that?

To get back at me, I suppose.

To get back at you for what?

Oh, Paula.

Paula, honey, I...
I... I just don't get it.

I know how much
you like him, Charlie.

Forget that.

From the first time I
was alone with him,

he tried to force himself on me.

Now look, honey, I'm not
gonna buy anything like that.

Even yesterday afternoon.

What about
yesterday? At the gypsy.

What gypsy? The bar at my hotel.

When you sent him
over with the cartoons?

Yes. The old lady was reading

his fortune... Don't give me

any fortune business.
So I am the liar?

I didn't say that!

And last night in
the car, Charlie,

I had to fight him
off. I mean really fight.

Oh, now, wait a minute,
Nick doesn't strike me

as the type of
guy to... To what?

To do this?

Get me a drink.

Go on, get me a drink.

Hello, uh, get me Logan, 711121.

Hello, is Thorpe there, please?

The police? Never
mind... Wait a minute.

Hello, Thorpe.
This is Charlie Paris.

You know the fella that you
were making, uh, inquiries about?

Uh, Nick Phillips.

You can find him
at the Laundromat.

He'll be there in
about ten minutes.

He's on his way
over there right now.

Oh, nothing. Noth... Yeah.

Oh, uh, listen, what...?

What is he supposed
to have done?

You're kidding.

Whew.

What's the matter, baby?

You... You look like
you're a little jumpy.

Charlie, I want to...

Why don't you get on the
phone and call the airport?

Get a ticket and get
out of here anyway, huh?

Here's 50 bucks.

Get to a motel in Los Angeles.
No, I don't want any more.

I'll join you. Listen, you
might want to buy a magazine

or something,
sweetie... No, I...

Honey, when I give a gal $50,

she takes the money. Here.

Put it in your
little purse and...

Wait a minute.
Wait just... Get away.

Get off that!

What is this?

What is this?

I saved it.

You saved it?

In 24 hours? Yesterday
you were broke.

I wanted it to be a surprise.

Surprise?

It's a surprise, all right!

Charlie... Go on,
get away from me!

Ah, he was right.

Everything he said
about you, he was right.

Hello? Give me 657-6570.

No, he's no longer taking bets.

Yes.

Yes, that's right.

Where are you going?
Going over to Nick.

I'm not gonna let him sit
on that fence like a tin can.

You can't believe him,
Charlie. He's nothing to you.

And what are you?

What are you?

And where'd you get
those bruises, huh?

What about those bruises?

Sure, Charlie Paris. The
biggest laugh of the century.

The hippy of all times.

I have to believe
a lying little...

It could've been so great.

Why'd you have to blow it?

That's him.

The door's open.

He's up there. Mm-hm.

I'll go in after him.
You cover the back.

And if it's not Kimble?

Then we've wasted an hour.

Ninety seconds. I'll start in.

Okay.

Cops! b*at it!

Get back there!
Well, what happened?

Just get back there.

Charlie, I... I'll send
for an ambulance.

I can't think of
anything... funny.

Charlie.

He's dead.

Yes, sir.

Well, it may be late, sir,

but I think we ought
to set up roadblocks

on every main road out of town.

Yes, sir, I know
how many there are.

Right.

Not a trace of him.

And for your sake, let's
hope we never find out

for sure it was Kimble.

Bracken.

Anything in there?

Well, nothing that'll
get me off the hook.

Bracken, the two men who
k*lled Charlie are at the station

and they'd like Miss
Jellison to join them.

Take her in and book her.

By the way, the
ambulance got here.

Well, where are you going?

I'll, uh... I'll ride
in with Charlie.

Well, why?

I don't know.

I guess I liked the little guy.

The two men were arrested

for the m*rder of former
nightclub comedian,

Charlie Paris.
Did you hear that?

They said he used to
be a nightclub comedian.

I never heard of him.

But you know, some of
them guys really k*ll me.

I remember a couple of years ago

I was watching this
real funny-looking guy

and he was telling this story

about this great
big grizzly bear

One man dies and
another survives

for at least another day.

For one, the sound
of laughter has faded.

For the other, the echo
of that sound remains.

Richard Kimble's
lonely flight continues.

But now, perhaps, he will
find an occasional moment

to remember and smile.
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