01x05 - Never Wave Goodbye: Part II

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NARRATOR:
Name: Richard Kimble.

Profession:
doctor of medicine.

Destination:
death row, state prison.

Richard Kimble
has been tried and convicted
for the m*rder of his wife.

But laws are made by men,
carried out by men.

And men are imperfect.

Richard Kimble is innocent.

Proved guilty, what Richard
Kimble could not prove

was that moments before
discovering his wife's body,

he encountered a man running
from the vicinity of his home.

A man with one arm.
A man who has
not yet been found.

Richard Kimble ponders his fate

as he looks at the world
for the last time

and sees only darkness.

But in that darkness,
fate moves its huge hand.

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ANNOUNCER:
A QM production.

Starring David Janssen
as The Fugitive,

with guest stars:
Susan Oliver,

Robert Duvall,

Lee Philips.

Also starring Barry Morse
as Lieutenant Gerard.

ANNOUNCER:

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NARRATOR:
A man cannot run forever.

Two hours up the coast
from Los Angeles,

Richard Kimble has found
a place he thinks is safe.

Here in the early mission town
of Santa Barbara,

wearing the name Jeff Cooper,
he has begun to put down roots.

A man on the run must sooner
or later become tied to a town.

A look on the face of a girl.
The touch of her eyes.

But there may always be the doubt:

what has he left behind?
A footprint, a careless word,

a remembered image
in the eye of a stranger,

a match.

What can they track him with?

If he is tired enough of running,
he will put the doubt aside.

Hi.
Hi.

Oh, say, I could, uh,
study hairdressing.

Get used to it, will you?

Going sailing?

Aren't we racing the dinghy?
It's Sunday.

All right.

Why the smile, Richard Kimble?

Cooper.

Jeff Cooper.

Don't forget it, Karen.

All right, then, why
the smile, Jeff Cooper?

Because we're gonna race
the sailboat.

Because I've found a town to live in.
Because I've quit running.

Because Gerard hasn't
tracked me down by now,

and for the first time
I'm wondering if he ever will.

Because of all that and you.

You've unpacked. All these weeks
it's been sitting here.

I was hoping you'd unpack.

I never want to have
to pack again.

I never want you to have to pack again.

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"Sails."
And that's all?

That's all.
Kimble left it in your
visitor's room upstairs.

The doctor's an interstate fugitive,

and he's got the guts to walk
into the L.A. county jail.

Just for a look at a prisoner?
He's tired of running.

He read somewhere that you'd arrested a
one-armed man for an as*ault on a woman.

Sounds as though he believes
in his one-armed man.

There could be another explanation.
What's that?

Trying to get a look at this one
so's he could frame him.

Well, uh...
Well, he's probably far gone by now.

I wonder.

He... He saw me yesterday. He knows I'm on the coast.
He knows I'll think that he's taken off

for Baltimore or Oshkosh
or Miami or someplace.

But suppose, just to cross
me up, he stays on this coast?

Gets a job
selling marine hardware,
or working around
a yacht club,

or maybe making sails
for boats.

He doesn't have to be working
around boats at all.

He could have picked up a book
of matches on a fishing pier.

I want to check it out.

I'll Teletype for
clearance to stay over.

Look,
tomorrow's Monday,

and tomorrow I can check
with the match manufacturers.

Are you sure
you want to start today?

I'd like to try.

How many yacht clubs
are there around L.A.?

How many sailmakers?

Oh, I guess between San
Diego and Santa Barbara
there must be a half a dozen,

and I suppose
a half a dozen sailmakers.

And you want to check them all?

I don't want to check
any of them.
I want to go home

and go fishing with my boy, but...

I have to check them all.

I'll get you a list.

But a match,
that's
a pretty thin lead.

Well,

that's all I have.

He couldn't stand a speck
of dust around the sails.

His desk!

Look,

a receipt for sailmaker's thread,
dated .

He knew sails and rigging.

And he knew people too.

Come on, I'm gonna take you sailing.

Hey, I'm sorry, Ray.

Jeff and I are racing the dinghy today.

He's down entering us now.

Jeff, I thought he was leaving.

He's staying, Ray.

Listen, Karen, I, uh...
I understand. Believe
me, I do. And I like him,

but you know
how I feel about you,

and I'm not letting you go
by default.

It isn't by default, Ray.
I just...

love him, that's all.

Now, look, I'm going to cut down my practice.
I'm gonna have time to live like a human being.

I haven't sailed my boat in two months.
I'll make time for you and for me,

it'll be like it was, Karen.

I'm sorry, Ray.

Honey,
this guy is a rolling stone,
you said so yourself.

He even admitted it
the day Lars d*ed.

When he leaves he's going to hurt you,

and I won't have you hurt.
He's not going to leave,

he'll never have to leave me.
He won't.

Doctor, they need you
at the coast guard pier.

RAY:
Why?

For an identification.
On who?

The coast guard finally found
some debris off San Miguel.

The Paloma.
She hit a rock.

They found a body too.

Pedro Rodriguez.

They think so.

What do you mean, they think so?

Sharks.

Hurry, Ray.
They'll have to know.

Oh, Eric,

Pedro's wife,
what'll she do?

I don't know.

Well...

"If you live off the
sea, you'll die under it."

Lars didn't believe that.
But it's true.

He wasn't afraid of the ocean.
Even for me.

Remember the... The life raft he got me
and called it my first boat?

The Big Apple.

I thought he was crazy
to give it to you.

And when you'd sail it
past the breakwater...

Once, I took my shoes off.
I was going to be the big hero.

And then Lars used to say,
you saw the "no swimming" sign...

I'm sorry, Eric.

When I was a small boy
and the Nazis were in Norway

and you did not do what the signs said,
you know what
maybe would happen?

I know, Eric.

You do not know.

All right, I don't know.

Listen...

I want to talk to you
about Jeff.

He wishes still
to stay?

He's going to stay, Eric.

No, no, he is not.

He is.

But who is he?
Where does he come from?

And when he is through
with you, where will he go?
He's not going
to be "through" with me.

I don't trust him.
Lars did.

Lars should never have
taken him in.

He took you in.
When your own parents had
to sneak you out of Oslo.

So the underground wouldn't catch
you for turning in your own cousin.

I was a -year-old
child, do you understand?

A -year-old child!
But you're older now.

But you're not my older brother.
No, I am not, but you
treat me like a brother,

or like some lecherous old man.
I am not, you understand, I am not!

Let go of me.

Karen,

I am thinking only of your good.

Then leave Jeff alone.
Lars told you to.

Please, leave him alone.

Lars, what shall I do?

No, never seen him.
Let's see that match again.

Tsk. Well, it's more likely
put out by a sailmaker.

Place like ours,
we only sell sails with boats.

Not just sails alone.

There's a sailmaker in Ventura.

MAN :
One in the valley too.
Yeah, I've been there.

MAN :
And one in Santa Barbara.

None after that, I guess,
all the way to Monterey.

Ventura, Santa Barbara, Monterey.

Yep.

All right, thank you.

I wouldn't want to be that guy,
bucking the Sunday traffic up the coast.

I wouldn't want to be the
guy he's bucking it for.

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Good luck, Mr. Cooper.

Mind the rocks, the
wind and the fog, now.

Thank you.

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Pedro! Pedro!

Pedro.

Sharks, huh?

Sharks.

Hardly enough left to...

Got a cigarette?

I decided to stay, Ray.

I know, Karen told me.

Why were you leaving?

It doesn't matter.

All right.

All right, but what happens
if you change your mind again?

Does she just, uh, stay here and bleed?

If I have to leave,
it won't be my fault.

I don't want to see her hurt.
All right, Jeff.

All right.

This man, you're, uh, sure
he's a sailmaker?

He's anything he wants to make himself.

What's he running from?

A death sentence for m*rder.

KAREN: Thank you, Mr. Golden.

Yes, everybody will miss him.

Yes, now... Now, with Lars gone, you'll
probably be hiring another sailmaker, right?

Well, no, there's Eric
and...

Why, Mr. Golden?

Now, you be careful because
there was a policeman just here,

a lieutenant from someplace
in the Midwest.

Now, there's a man, maybe in the trade, going around...
He showed me his picture. ...he's a convicted m*rder*r.

When was he there?

The lieutenant? He just left.

Now, you be very, very
careful who you hire.

All right?
All right.

Jeff? Jeff?

Jeff.

What?

That man, the lieutenant,

he's checking
all the sail-lofts.

He's only an hour away.

We have to go.

We?

Of course we.

You want to go with me.

Do you know
what that means, Karen?

Every time I leave a restaurant,
I got to go through my pockets
to see if I've left
anything behind.

How did he know I was
working in a sail-loft?

A match I guess I left behind.

I can't get a driver's li...

I can't even get
a fishing license.

I don't know how many
different jobs I've had.

I can't even remember
all the names of them.

You're not gonna live that kind of life.

I want to go with you.

Where?

Well, we can't just wait here.

I'm tired, I'm just plain tired.

I'm through running.
I can't let him take you.

I just can't.

Pedro.

I wonder.

Could you wave goodbye to me
for a year, could you do that?

Wherever you go, I want to go too.

If there's no other way.

I don't know.
What are you thinking of?

He'd think I'd faked it if I just
sailed out for no reason and capsized.

But I'm entered in the race.
If he thought I was falling behind,

if I was carrying too much sail,
if I was trying to catch up.

Maybe there's a chance.

"Mind the wind and
the rocks and the fog."

This time of year there's always
a late afternoon fog, isn't there?

The channel current
never changes, does it?
Not at this time of year.

And the wind's always down-coast
from the northwest.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna fall behind in the race.

When they make that last turn,
they won't be able to see me.

So I'll just keep on going out
and get lost in the fog.

Later on, I'll capsize the boat

and drift down the coast
in this.

Jeff, this hasn't been in
the water since I was .

Well, if it needs
patching, I'll patch it.

And what about sharks?

I'm going to invite the sharks,
soak a life jacket in some blood,

go down to the fishing pier,
get me some of that cut-up bonita,

meet me at the dinghy with it.

Jeff, you can't, it's too dangerous.

When they ask you afterwards,
tell 'em you decided not to race.

It's too dangerous.

But if it works, Karen...

If it works, we'll see if
Gerard will chase a ghost.

Go on.

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Uh, is that sailmaker's over
there closed on Sunday, all day?

BARTENDER:
Ask him, he works there.

You have a match, please?

You work in the sail-loft
across the street?

Is anyone else
working there?

Uh, we got an apprentice, sir.

Is this him?

Yes,

only he's got black hair.

Why, what has he done?

He's a convicted m*rder*r.

Where does he live?

Come with me.

Where is the room?

Upstairs.

There's your black hair.

Goodbye, for a while.
No.

He's right behind me.
Now, say goodbye.

No, there's room for two on the raft.

Karen, even if we make it,
we can't just leave people
thinking you've drowned.

Which people? Lars is dead
and I don't care about Eric.

Oh, Karen...
Jeff, please,

we're five minutes late as it is.
We'll be late for the start.

What's this?

Oh, that's the storeroom for
canvas and Dacron and... And line.

Where does he go, Sundays?

Uh, sailing, maybe.

All right, let's go down to the harbor.

Could they be in that race?

Maybe, I don't know.

Where can I find out?

Over there at the yacht club.

Is, uh, Kimble, uh,
Jeff Cooper in this race?

Why, yes. Uh, why?

Where could I get a motor
launch to take me out there?

Is something wrong?
Where can I get a launch

to take me out there?

We have no powerboats here.

The nearest rental would be
Watson's Landing.

That's minutes away.

The race is almost over.
Mr. Cooper will be
back here before then.

You might miss him.

She's right, lieutenant.

All right, uh, let's go down
to where they finish. Thank you.

Last buoy, Jeff.
Straight ahead into the fog.

It's still not too late,
I can let you off further down.

It was too late
when you'd been here a month.

Can't see a thing from shore.
Four hours wasted.

Captain, you've got to get
me out there to find him.

We can't just wait
here while he gets away.

Get away with him? Karen
would never go with him.

They're just lost in the fog.

Now, we should go.

The answer's still no, lieutenant.

I want to give you every
reasonable cooperation,

but going out in this fog,
even with all our equipment,

we couldn't possibly find them.

Captain, the wind's coming up out there. By midnight the
channel westerly will swamp 'em, we've gotta go out after them.

I'm sorry, doctor.

Lieutenant, not till morning.

There's nothing we can do till morning.

This is worse than I figured!

KAREN:
There's one!

Good, keep him around.

What are you doing?!

I'll do that.

All set?

Jeff, I'm caught.

KIMBLE:
Throw the stern line.

Jeff!

Oh, Jeff.

Not Jeff,

or Cooper, or Lincoln, or Kimble.

Or any of the others.

They're in that boat.
They're all dead.

They're dead, and we're alive.

So far.

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Sharks.

Blood.

It could be his.

We'll know in a few hours.

I wish it would lift.

We could sure use some help
from the flyboys.

Recommend course - - , sir.

Come right
to - - .

Where are we heading,
chief?

Downwind and down-current.

Why?

Well, the wind funnels down this channel
every day the same, so does the current.

Everything ends up right around here:
Point Dume.

But I'm afraid...

Yeah?

If the sharks got one,
they got the other.

If this clears, they'll send
out search and rescue planes.

How far have we come?

I don't know. Fifteen, miles maybe.

I wish the wind
hadn't d*ed.

We'll make it, Jeff.
I know we will.

Jeff.

Kelp.

Listen.

Breakers.

They must be hitting
the beach at Point Dume.

Let's hope it's the beach
and not the rocks.

They must have gotten
separated somehow.

This makes it worse.

Why did she go with him?

Why did she go?

Because, Eric...

I don't think you'd understand.

Karen.

He was a criminal, he was no good.

Why did she go with him?

SKIPPER:
Roger, Santa Barbara.

Abandoning the search pattern
at - - - , how.

We have firm evidence
of a fatal shark att*ck.

We're returning
to Santa Barbara.

See? We... We picked up
the dinghy here,

we steamed downwind

and found that second jacket
right here.

See, everything drifts
downwind.

The lighter it is, the faster.

Like if we'd had a crashed plane
instead of a dinghy belly-up,

the pilot been halfway to
Point Dume on his raft by now.

A raft?

But small-boat sailors
don't have rafts.

Did she carry a life raft
on that dinghy?

No, never before, but there was
an old raft in the storeroom,

only yesterday it was gone

and the repair kit on the barrel.

Maybe they took it. Lieutenant,
maybe she is still alive.

If we find her on a raft helping
a convicted m*rder*r escape,

she'll spend the next ten years
wishing she weren't.

What do you mean?
Never mind.

SKIPPER: Course - -
okay to Santa Barbara?

NAVIGATOR:
Yes, sir.

Oh, Lars, what have I done?

How 'bout steaming downwind
for an hour or so?

In this? What for?

I think they may have
had a raft.

An inflatable raft.
What makes you think that?

All right, Eric,

tell the captain what you just told me.

Well, tell him.

Tell him what?

About the raft, Eric.

Tell him about the raft.

What raft?

Eric, tell him about the raft.

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

All right, I think there's
a raft, isn't that enough?

Lieutenant,
maybe your zeal is commendable.

If you want, I'll commend it
to your superiors.

Unfortunately for us, however,

dinghy sailors don't carry inflatable
life-rafts in their dinghies.

Especially the kind of dinghy sailors that think they
can race with the fog coming in and the chop making up.

And I'm not risking my ship thrashing around
unnecessarily in this fog.

Suppose they had a raft.
They started from here.

If you don't want to risk the ship,
drop me here in one of these.

I'd drift along the same course,
wouldn't I?

Probably. But they had no
raft, and I'm not dropping you.

The lives of people aboard
my vessel are my responsibility.

That girl is dead, lieutenant,
so is your fugitive,

whether you like it
or not.

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Look! The fog's clearing
near the shore.

Hang on, here we go!

One of the midship rafts
carried away, sir.

Carried away?

Oh, no, it didn't.

Stop all engines.

Lieutenant.
Lieutenant Gerard.

Lieutenant, you won't make it,
we know these waters.

Lieutenant Gerard, answer up,
we're listening.

We'll search until dusk.
An expanding search.

Then we'll head back,
if we don't find him.

Find him?
I can't even find the water.

I buried the raft.

There's some traffic on the highway.

So all... All we have to do
is stick out our thumb and...

What's wrong?

I wish...

What do you wish, Karen?

You wish you could tell Ray Brooks?

Are you sorry you can't?

Oh, no, Jeff.

I'm the happiest girl
in the world,

'cause you're free.

Tell headquarters we're heading
back to Santa Barbara.

Aye, aye, sir.

Come left
to course - - .

All engines ahead one-third.

Won't he quit?

Won't he ever quit?

No, Jeff, please, don't.

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He's not cyanotic.

No water in his lungs.

When I loosen this, he
starts to bleed again.

Here.

You, uh, go up to the highway,
stop somebody, call an ambulance.

And when it comes, what happens to you?

You go back
to Santa Barbara,

if anybody asks you, you tell 'em I
forced you to come along, understand?

No.

No other choice, Karen.

There is a choice.
Look, darling, he never saw us.

You drowned and I got ashore
with a spare life jacket.

I'll wait in Santa Barbara
until it all blows over.

You're just as dead, darling.

And then sometime,
not too long,

you can let me know, and I'll go wherever
you want me to and they'll never find you.

GERARD:
Kimble.

Kimble, let me take you in.

I'm gonna get you anyway.

Let me take you in.

Are you gonna be there
when they strap me in, Gerard?

Are you gonna have
a front row seat?

No.

But I'm going
to bring you in someday.

Stop running, Kimble.

Go! Will you, Jeff? Go.

If she stays with you,
if I stop somewhere and phone for help,

what happens to her?

Is she an accessory after the fact?

Or is she just a girl that picked
the wrong crewman for a boat race?

She's a girl who picked
the wrong crewman.

The road north or the road east?

For the moment, to Richard
Kimble, it makes no difference.

The road ends nowhere.