03x22 - Running Scared

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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03x22 - Running Scared

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The last time I saw you, Kimble,

you were facing a jury
listening to the verdict.

I must say, I never
expected to find you

hiding in my wife's hotel room.

Seemed like a good idea.

Thought it'd be the last place

anyone would look for me.

How did you get in?

A bellboy.

I, uh, told him she was my wife.

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:

Joanne Linville, Lin McCarthy,

Jaqueline Scott.

And special guest
star James Daly.

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.

A man on the run may
manage to elude the law,

but his yesterdays follow him

like an ever-lengthening shadow.

For some, the shadow of the past

is an object of fear.

But for Richard Kimble,
it's a form of security.

His memories are a bulwark

against hopelessness
and despair.

When the memories
falter, so does Kimble.

Operator, give me
Stafford, Indiana.

They're out there again.

Who?

Gerard's watchdogs.

That's another one
sitting out there, waiting.

Hey, now, don't
let them get to you.

Been three years now.

Why can't they leave us alone?

Hello?

Hello.

d*ck? We were hoping you'd call.

d*ck. Where are
you? Are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right.

I read about Dad,

but the paper's two days old.

Well, it was, uh, his heart,

and it, uh, finally
just gave out on him.

He's been on
borrowed time since...

I know. Since the trial.

d*ck.

I wanna see you.

Oh, d*ck, I'm sorry.

She's just so happy
to hear from you.

How bad is it?

She'll be all right.

She has a few
tranquilizers and...

Uh, Len, I'm about 200
miles from Stafford. I...

Don't try it.

That's exactly what
Gerard's waiting for.

Well, maybe I could sit
down and talk with her.

Well, sure it would help,

but you can't afford to
take a chance like that.

Uh, you can fly to Fort
Wayne this evening.

Register at the Harwood Hotel.

Wait for my call.

Better use another name.

All right.

We'll use the name "Townsend."

No.

If we're not there
when you call,

it's because we
couldn't get rid of Gerard.

All right, Len. I'll
see you tonight.

Is he watching us?

Just remember, the
reservation's at the airport.

Change planes at Indianapolis,

take flight 411 to Fort Wayne.

When will you get there?

As soon as I can.

I'll take a train to Logansport.

I'll rent a car and I'll
drive to Fort Wayne.

You wait for me at the hotel.

Good luck, baby.

Husband's got a
suitcase with him.

She doesn't look like
she's going anywhere.

I'd better stick with him.

I'd like a taxi,
please. Right away.

One-way to Fort Wayne.

Minneapolis.

Well, I guess you might
say I have Richard Kimble

to thank for all this.

After all, the Kimble case

attracted quite
a lot of attention.

I was the prosecuting attorney

and I was lucky enough
to win a conviction.

Next thing I knew, my
good neighbors from Stafford

had turned me into
a representative.

Mr. Ballinger's
being unduly modest.

It took more than luck
to win the Kimble case.

With you around, Joe, I
can afford to be modest.

But in all honesty, gentlemen,

I consider the Kimble
case behind me now.

I don't intend to build
my political future

on another man's misfortune.

Now, if you'll excuse us,

we're due at the
Indianapolis Airport, thank you.

No more questions, boys.

Mr. Ballinger's coming
back to Indianapolis

right after the big
rally in Stafford.

ANNOUNCER: Attention, please.

Nationwide Bus
Lines to Fort Wayne

now boarding at lane six.

Transwestern Airlines
announces the arrival

of flight number
five at Gate 17.

Yes, Mrs. Townsend.

We'll wait for you
in the bar, Joe.

Right.

Skycap and
Transwestern Airlines...

Flight 411 to Fort Wayne.

It departs in
exactly 18 minutes.

Thank you.

Oh, Mrs. Townsend.
Mrs. Townsend!

Your baggage check.

Oh, sorry.

Thank you.

Here's to the man I
married, wherever he may be.

Now don't start that again.

I can't help it,
Mike. I miss you.

A soon as this
campaign is over, Harriet,

you and I'll just
disappear for a few weeks.

I promise you.

A politician's promise?

Very funny.

Look, the ballot-box shimmy.

Campaign hasn't
even started yet.

Mike, if you
continue at this pace,

you're going to end up in a...

I'll end up in the
governor's mansion

with you as my First Lady.

Now, what the devil
is wrong with that?

Mike, I don't care
if I'm the First Lady

or the hundred and first as
long as you and I have got...

Well, I do care.

Our plane leaves in
about two drinks from now.

You sure you won't
come with us, Harriet?

Oh, no, thank you, Joe.

Smoke-filled rooms
make my eyes water.

But you'll be there
for the rally, won't you?

Oh, sure.

Three basic requirements

for the successful candidate:

experience, integrity
and a beautiful wife.

Without 'em, he
hasn't got a thing.

Thank you.

Mike, isn't that Donna Taft?

Yes, it is.

Oh, I hardly recognized her.

She's gotten so thin.

Who?

Kimble's sister.

Has she been ill?

Her father d*ed a few days ago.

I imagine she's
had it pretty rough.

Well, shouldn't we say hello

and offer our
condolences or something?

Condolences from the man
who sent her brother to death row?

Right after the trial,

her father had his
first heart att*ck.

Our condolences would
be about as welcome

as flowers from the hangman.

What's that name again?

Taft. Donna Taft.

Attention, please.

Flight 411 non-stop
to Fort Wayne

now boarding at Gate 19.

That's a funny thing.

Mrs. Taft is traveling
as Mrs. Townsend.

What are you talking about?

I didn't even recognize her.

She was standing
right in front of me

at the reservations counter.

Mrs. Townsend, that's
what the clerk called her.

Now, why would she
be going to Fort Wayne?

I suppose maybe that
that's her business.

Uh, maybe she
has relatives there.

Say, for instance, a brother.

Oh, come on, Joe.

Harriet. Please go ahead, Joe.

A m*rder*r's sister travels
from one strange town

to another using a phony name.

I say that's worth
investigating.

How?

A simple phone call to that cop,

whatever his
name is, in Stafford.

Gerard.

He'll alert the
Fort Wayne police.

They'll follow her to
wherever she's going,

put a tap on her phone.

Oh, that's horrible.

That girl's had
nothing but misery.

Why...? Why give her any more?

Mike made the big time
by convicting Kimble.

If he could help capture him,

he'll have this nomination
in his hip pocket.

Oh, but it might
all be a false alarm.

On the other hand, it may
be exactly what we need

to make your husband
our next governor.

Is it worth it, Mike?

Phone Lieutenant Gerard.

I'm Mr. Townsend. Has
my wife checked in yet?

Good afternoon, sir.

May I take your bag?

Yes, sir. Room 205.

Oh, never mind, I can
handle it. Thank you.

Who is it?

It's me, honey. Open up.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

You all right?

Me, I'm just a
little frightened.

Did the police follow you?

To the train.

As far as they know,
I'm in Logansport

and you're still at home.

Hello?

Len?

That you, d*ck?

Yes, I'm about 45
miles from town.

Everything all right?

So far, so good.
Where do we meet?

Your hotel room.

If you think it's all right.

We'll have more privacy.

How's Donna?

She's doing fine.

Just anxious to see you.

Same here.

I should, uh, be
there about 7:00.

It'll be dark by then.

Room 205.

We won't start
worrying until 7:15.

Just, um... Just
seeing him again...

I know, honey.

Burns calling, captain.

Kimble'll be here about 7:00.

We may need a few more men.

Yes, sir.

Gerard? Well, what time?

He'll be here for
the welcome, then.

Oh, hold it a minute, captain.

There's another call
coming through at the room.

Hello?

Hello, is this Mrs. Townsend?

What's the matter?

Who was that?

A woman asked for Mrs. Townsend.

Well?

Well, nobody knows
we're here using that name.

Donna, honey, it might have
been someone in the hotel.

The operator, the maid,
someone in the office.

I can't think
straight. I'm sorry.

Well, if it's important,
they'll call back again.

And next time, don't
be so trigger-happy.

Detective Sergeant
Burns, please.

Right here, lieutenant.

You two cover the
hotel entrance out front.

Will you take the
upstairs corridor?

And I'll cover the lobby here.

When he shows, get in touch
with the sergeant or myself

through the switchboard here.

Bellhop.

Yes, ma'am.

Would you deliver this
to Mr. or Mrs. Townsend.

It's room 205 and
it's quite urgent.

Right away.

Thank you.

Any sign of him yet?

It's only a quarter
to 7. He probably...

Who is it?

Bellhop, sir.

A message for Mr. Townsend.

Thank you, sir.

"Police are
watching. Be careful."

How could they know?

How could they possibly know?

No signature, nothing.

We've gotta stop d*ck.

You wait here.

Listen for that phone
in case he calls.

He just delivered a message
to their room, lieutenant.

What sort of message?

Just an envelope, sir.

Who sent it?

A lady. I never...

Is she staying in this hotel?

No, sir. I don't think so.

I never saw her before.

Now, where's he going?

Uh, Mr. Taft.

Or, uh, is it Mr. Townsend?

You're in my way, lieutenant.

May I ask where you're going?

I'm going out to get
a pack of cigarettes.

Oh, I, uh... I prefer my own.

There's a machine
right over there.

Is there a law against me
buying them someplace else?

No, but there's a law
against aiding a criminal.

Even if he's your
brother-in-law.

Sergeant, I don't want him
to get Kimble before we do.

Mr. Taft, I'm sorry,

I'll have to ask
you to wait inside.

Look, uh, I'd rather
not have any trouble.

Will you please come inside?

I don't think there's
any law against me

standing outside
enjoying a little fresh air.

In this particular instance
I'd rather you wait inside.

So if you don't mind, sir.

Dr. Kimble?

I think you'd
better get in my car.

No, not back there.

Gerard's got a man
placed behind the hotel.

Who are you?

I'm Harriet Ballinger. I...

I want to help you.

Why should you wanna help me?

Look, I don't want to discuss
my motives in this alley.

This is a rented car.

The police will never
know I'm driving it,

and if we're lucky,
they'll never see you.

Do you wanna go
with them or with me?

It's really quite comfortable.

Mike and I stay here
whenever we're in Fort Wayne.

We don't usually sneak
in the back way, though.

Sit down and relax, Mr. Kimble.

My husband is in Stafford,

and I'm supposed
to be in Indianapolis.

This is the last
place in the world

anyone would look for you.

Uhm... Scotch or bourbon?

I'd like to know why I'm here.

Well, I... I tried to do
this with a phone call.

I called every hotel in town
trying to find your sister,

but when I finally reached
her, she... She hung up on me.

How did you know she was here?

I recognized her at the airport.

My husband's, uh,
campaign manager,

bless him, found out
where she was going

and called the police.

If I'd kept my big mouth shut...

And that's why
you're doing all this?

Don't flatter
yourself, Mr. Kimble.

My reasons are far
more selfish than that.

Your trial launched
Michael's political career,

and your capture
at this particular time

would put him right
smack in the limelight again.

Maybe even in the
governor's chair.

Well, I had no idea
that I was a kingmaker.

Mr. Kimble, I've seen how...

How politics affects some men.

I've seen what's been
happening to Michael.

Sleeping pills when
he goes to bed at night,

pep pills when he
gets up in the morning,

and tranquilizers in between.

Well, I want a
real live husband,

not some stranger that I have...

Harboring a fugitive, uh...

In some circles is considered
a much worse crime

than being governor.

May I have that drink?

Oh! I'm... I'm sorry.

Mr. Kimble, I heard
about your father.

I'm awfully sorry.

Do you think he
would have... d*ed

if you hadn't been convicted?

I don't know.

I see how your sister looks

and how all this
has affected her.

I've seen you running in
alleys and hiding in shadows.

Three people.

Should they be sacrificed
for one man's welfare?

No, they shouldn't.

And neither should you.

Wait.

Where are you going?

I promised Donna I'd see her.

Look, please be reasonable.

If you don't wanna stay, okay.

I'll smuggle you out of
town in the trunk of my car.

I'm not leaving
until I see Donna.

All right, then, you stay here

and I'll try to
arrange something.

No, you've done enough.

You think that I'm
doing this just for you?

Look, if you get
caught out there,

no one wins but
Michael Ballinger.

Which means that
I lose a husband.

And you lose your life.

Please, let me help you.

How do I see Donna?

No, he hasn't escaped.

He just hasn't shown up yet.

I've, uh, got your men scattered

all around the hotel,
but I'll need more

and a couple of prowl cars...

Stand by. I'll call you back.

Get me Detective Burns.

Len, if d*ck gets caught
because of me, I'll...

Stop it, Donna.

He hasn't been caught yet.

He may not even
show up at all...

Who is it?

Please let me in.

Please, it's urgent.

Thank you.

Your brother sent you these.

I remember you.

At the trial.

I'm Harriet Ballinger.

Mike Ballinger's wife?

Yes.

And you were just passing by?

I'm not playing games, Mr. Taft.

I swear to you that I
just left Richard Kimble.

Now, I can take you to
him if you will allow me.

Why should we trust you?

Well, did you receive
the note that I sent?

You sent that?

Yes, I hope you destroyed it.

I b*rned it.

Does d*ck know Gerard's in town?

Yes.

Then why is he hanging around?

He refuses to leave
until he sees you.

No, not now.
It's... It's too risky.

Look, everything is arranged.

It's all taken care of.

Hello. This is Mrs.
Townsend speaking.

Would you make some airline
reservations for me, please?

Yes, for my husband and I.

Two tickets on the
9:15 flight to Indianapolis

with connections
through to Stafford.

The woman who sent that note,

did you see her come through
here and go up the stairs?


Uh, no, lieutenant, I've
been out in the parking lot.

They went out the service
entrance, lieutenant.

Her car's parked in back.

They're flying home.

Maybe they're giving up.

How could they have
warned Kimble away?

I think Mrs. Ballinger
can tell us that.

Lieutenant, there they go.

Let's go, boys.

Harriet?

Harriet?

Operator, this is
Michael Ballinger.

Did Mrs. Ballinger leave
any message for me?

Thank you.

No word at all, you're sure?

What?

Oh, no, no, never mind.

I'll just wait here
for her. Thank you.

Mrs. Ballinger.

Would you mind telling
us what this is all about?

There's a basketball
double-header tonight

at the coliseum.

The second game begins at 9:00,

about 45 minutes from now.

What's that got to do with us?

You're going to meet
your brother there

on the lower level,

next to the refreshment
stand near Tunnel 18.

But why the coliseum?
There are thousands of people.

It'll be less
conspicuous that way,

and when the game starts,

everyone will be
looking the other way.

They'll be calling your
flight in a few moments.

You'll walk all the
way to the gate,

but don't board the plane,

and as soon as
the plane takes off,

get into a taxicab and
you go to the coliseum.

Now, hurry up.

Attention, please.

Flight 411 non-stop
to Fort Wayne

now boarding at Gate 19.

Hm! What on Earth are
you doing here, lieutenant?

What's your connection

with the Kimble
family, Mrs. Ballinger?

Oh, we've been
friends for years,

long before the
trial, lieutenant.

Good night.

That note, the
one you sent them.

What note?

I imagine your husband
would benefit greatly

if Kimble were picked
up before the convention.

Heh. I imagine he
would, lieutenant.

Yet you've been taking
an unusual interest

in the Kimble family.

Is compassion
unusual, lieutenant?

In this case, I think it is.

Suppose I ask your
husband about that note.

I'm sure neither one of us

know anything about
a note, lieutenant.

Then let's sit down
and I'll try and explain.

I'm afraid sometime you'll
find I can get very dense.

Don't worry, Mrs. Ballinger,
I can get very stubborn.

Hello?

Oh, yeah, Joe, I've
been here a little while.

Well, when I got to
Stafford I called Indianapolis

and the housekeeper told me
she had gone to Fort Wayne.

How do I know why she's here?

Well, she's never
done this before,

and I don't like it.

Right. I'll call you later.

Last time I saw you, Kimble,

you were facing a jury,
listening to the verdict.

I must say, I never
expected to find you

hiding in my wife's hotel room.

Seemed like a good idea.

Thought it'd be the last place

that anyone would look for me.

You were a lot more
convincing on the witness stand.

When was the last
time you saw my wife?

About 45 minutes ago.

She was leaving the hotel.

How did you get in?

A bellboy. I, uh, told
him she was my wife.

Where is she?

I don't know.

Where's my wife?

I don't know.

Did she bring you here?

No, she didn't bring me.

Don't believe him, Mike.

He's lying, but not for
the reasons you think.

He's lying to protect me.

I offered to help him.

You offered? Why?

Suppose that I told
you that I did it for you.

Oh, Harriet come on.

There was a time
when you'd have listened

to whatever I had to say,

whether you agreed
with me or not.

You would have listened because
what I thought mattered to you.

I mattered to you.

Harriet, you listen to
what I've got to say.

I can remember when
we had time for each other.

I can even remember when
your hands didn't tremble

and you didn't have to
take a pill with every meal.

What's all this got
to do with Kimble?

Don't you understand that
if he gets captured now,

you get captured too.

That you'll be Joe
Penny's prisoner,

and the state's and the party's,

and you'll be doing that
Indianapolis Dagger Dance

until... Until you keel over

or you run out of pills

or somebody stabs
you in the back.

You've done all this just
to keep me out of office?

Because I want a
husband, not a basket case.

And I don't want to
share you with the state.

Do you know how long
I've worked to get this far?

Do you know how
hard I've worked?

Do you have any idea?

Mike, some men
are made for politics.

They thrive on it.

But I've seen what these past
two years have done to you.

And what have you done to me?

You and Kimble.

Mike, please.

Operator, get me
police headquarters.

Mike, don't. Wait.

I'd like to speak to
Lieutenant Gerard, please.

Please.

You seem to have a lot of ideas.

How do I explain what
Kimble was doing in my room?

How do I...?

Gerard? Mike Ballinger.

Richard Kimble just left
my room a few seconds ago.

The first game is still on.
We have a half-hour yet.

All right, tell
anybody you want.

Go on television for all I care.

I'm dropping out
of the race anyway.

Thanks.

He says he knows
you helped Kimble,

and he's considering
bringing charges.

I'm sorry, Mike.

Oh, don't be sorry.

Everything's
working out for you.

Kimble gets away.
I drop out of politics.

I can't lie about it. I'm glad.

Believe me, baby,
everything'll be much better.

For who?

For us.

For Kimble, maybe,
wherever he is.

Wait.

No, honey, it wasn't for him.

I tried to explain that to him.

Look, you've got to understand.

You've been working so hard.

The only way that we
can win is for you to lose.

All right, I work hard.
Too hard, maybe.

But it's what I
want. What I need.

But you don't need that.

Harriet, every man
has his own dream.

It may be a nightmare
for somebody else,

but it's what keeps
him moving, growing.

I wanted that nomination.

It meant more to me
than anything in the world.

Anything, Harriet.

For... Forgive me, darling,
but there are other dreams.

Whose, yours?

You can't enjoy mine

so you destroy them
and then say "forgive me"?

A man can lose a lot
of dreams that way,

and I don't think I
wanna lose any more.

What are you going to do?

About us?

Uh-huh.

I'm not sure there
is any more "us."

Mike!

He's meeting his
sister at the coliseum.

Hi, Len.

Good to see you, d*ck.

We've been waiting and waiting.

I was afraid...
You look so tired.

I've been working too hard.

Do you need anything?

No, I'm all right.

Uh, mail. I-I've got
some m... Some mail.

I'll, uh, get us some coffee.

I guess pharmaceutical houses
don't read the newspapers.

What are you doing now?

Oh, I, uh... I keep busy. I...

You know, the kids and...

I wanted to see you so badly,

and now I'm gonna
mess it all up.

Why am I such a baby?

You know... I swear I
wasn't gonna do this,

and now I see you and
I get all weepy and silly.

It's all right.
You have a right.

No, I don't have any right.

You still... I'll manage.

I've kept it up so long,

I can keep it
up a little longer,

but I need you.

What do you mean?

Is there something I can do?

No, I mean I need you to, uh,

not fall to pieces.

I know that's a little
selfish of me, but...

I need you.

And not to keep a light
in the window or anything.

I just need to know that
there's someone, somewhere.

All in one piece.

All in one piece.

Here you go.

I, uh...

I'm sorry, that was
quite a mouthful.

I needed it.

Well, uh, bring me
up to date on the news.

Mrs. Ballinger seems to
specialize in red herrings,

so maybe this is another one.

Uh, you two, cover
the other exits.

We'll split downstairs.

Every time he gets
on that two-wheeler

I'm afraid to look.

That's nothing.

Billy's after me to buy him
a racing cart for his birthday.

You wouldn't
recognize them, d*ck.

I guess not.

They're nice-looking
kids, Donna.

What do you think?

Are you ever gonna find him?

Well, I think I'd
better be going.

Already?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Come here.

Len. Good luck, d*ck.

Thanks.

I'll be there.

I know.

We'd better get back ourselves.

No, let's just... Let's
just wait a minute.

He'll be all right now.

It was good for him to see you.

You both think I'm that naive.

You think I don't know
why he said all that?

Okay.

Okay, but you know something?

It worked.

Come on.

Mrs. Taft.

Where is he, Mrs. Taft?

Where is who, lieutenant?

Richard Kimble.

Kimble!

I'll take these bags
to your car, sir.

Fine, thank you.

You looking for
someone, lieutenant?

I'll find him,

and you can tell your
friend Mrs. Ballinger...

You'd better be careful what
you say about Mrs. Ballinger.

Her husband may
be our next governor.

I wouldn't bet on it.

Without Richard
Kimble in his pocket,

he's gonna have a tough fight.

You should know, lieutenant.

You all right?

Yes, I'm just fine.

Let's go.

Without a past, a
man has no future.

For Richard Kimble,

his memories are the
source of his courage.

They give him the strength

to face another
uncertain tomorrow.
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