01x06 - Decision in the Ring

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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.

ANNOUNCER:
The Fugitive.

A QM production.

Starring David Janssen
as the fugitive.

Also starring James Edwards...

Ruby Dee...

and special guest star
James Dunn.

Tonight's episode,
"Decision in the Ring."

Come on, come on.
You're working too slow.

Now, look what
you've done!

Fix it.

Fix it.

That won't do it.

Get away!

Now, he's carrying his left hand
high and you're bleeding.

Nail him,
with everything you got

by the first
seconds.

Eight, nine, ten!

All right,
fellas, it's late...

I'll give you
anything you want later.

Now, go on.
I gotta take care of Joe.

You. You told me you knew
your business, now get out!

MAN: No, Lou...
I want him outta here!

He's no good!
Come on, get out!

Go on!

I'm gonna get
a doctor.

NARRATOR:
Now months a fugitive,

Richard Kimble emerges
from the blackness of hiding

into the grey anonymity
of another alias, Ray Miller.

He thinks of the day when he
might find the one-armed man.

But for now,
Los Angeles, California,

offers him temporary haven.

Can't you
do nothin'?

It slipped
outta my hand.

Ed, you gotta fix
that cut!

I got you this job 'cause
you as good as any cutman.

I can't fix it.
I ain't got no adrenaline.

The bottle broke.

I told Lou,
you could do the job!

Hey, uh,
could I have one of those?

Thank you.

There's a pressure point
in front of the ear,

it might help.

I tried it.

How about
adrenaline?

Bottle broke
in the ring.

Got any
adrenaline crystals?

You handled cuts
before?

Uh-huh.

Go ahead,
try it.

The kit!

Give me a glass
and some water.

Hold that.

Take the towel.

Hold it.

Nice job,
go ahead.

Looks all right,
Lou.

Before you leave
bring him by the office,

I'll put in
a couple stitches.

Did you
do that?

Uh-huh.

What's your
job here?

Clean up,
towels.

What do you draw?

Sixty a week.

See me tomorrow.
Kallum's Gym.

Eleven o'clock
and be there.

Lou,
will you listen, huh?!

They don't come
no better...

They don't come
no better than him.

He's been a cut-man
for years.

How come he didn't
stop the bleeding?

The bottle broke, Lou,
you seen that!

Well, he could've used
somethin' else.

Lou, will you
listen to me, huh?

He's a friend of mine.
Joe, needs a cutman.

Lou!

Lou, you... You mean to tell me
you're gonna hire him, huh?

You're gonna hire that...
T-t-that floor-sweeper?

Maybe.
Lou...

you can't do it.

Now, you stick to your sparring.
I'll do the hiring.

You can't do it, Lou.

Dan, go take yourself
a light workout, huh?

Damn glad
to see you.

What's your name?

Uh, Miller.
Ray Miller.

Ever worked cuts
before?

Uh-huh.

How come you
didn't use collodion

to stop the bleeding?

Danger of infection.

How about
Monsel's solution?

Same thing.
It's illegal.

Nosebleed?

Adrenaline up the nose.

Nausea?

Smelling salts.

Cut artery?

Stop the fight.

Okay. You get $ a week,
room and board,

and we start for the
training camp tomorrow morning.

Now, there's only one thing
I care about.

My boy, Joe Smith.

All my sweat goes into
makin' him the champ.

Now, are you gonna take
good care of him?

I'll do my best.

Okay. I've gotta go down
to the Athletic Commission

to file a contract.

Stick around.
I'll get you set later.

Congratulations
on last night, Bragan.

Come on in
for a minute.

I'm clean, Murphy.

You ain't got
nothin' on me,

and there ain't
gonna be nothin'.

Well,
of course not.

It was kind of
even-steven last night

for a while,
wasn't it?

Till all of a sudden
out of the blue...

Outta my boy's glove.

Outta three years
of trainin'

and outta me bein' years
in the fight game.

About years.

Was it Pompton Lakes,
New Jersey,

or Lakewood
where we first met?

Aw, quit sparrin',
Murphy.

What do you want?

Thirty years.

It was my first job
with the Newark Evening News.

I broke the story of how you
sold % of your first fighter.

And in ' when the Schultz mob
got interested in fighters,

you helped open
the door to them.

Lou, how many times
have you had ticket tax trouble

when you were promoting?

Nobody proved nothin'.

Lou, our report is that
you spent your last weekend

before coming out here

with some of your old
college chums, the bookmakers.

Well, I can't help it
if they come snoopin' around.

I told them
there was nothin' doin'.

Now, I'm clean, Murphy.

You ain't got nothin'
on me.

Not yet.

Okay, sergeant.

That's your man...
for the next four weeks.

Listening to him.
I kind of like the old cat.

He's an old thief.

Stick close to him.

* With my gal Sal *

Come on, now,
everybody...drink up.

Now, how about
a refill, fellas?

Come on, drink up.
This is a victory celebration.

Wally,
you were never better.

What... Why is the jab
the best punch?

Well, you ask my boy Joe.
He'll tell you.

Hey, who wants
a punch in the... Uh...

No, no,
not in here.

Hey, good evening.

Hey,
what's killin' you?

You still sore because
I fired that friend of yours.

Breakin' the bottle
was a accident, Lou.

I fired him because
he couldn't stop the bleedin'.

After the bottle was broke,
how could he?

He did.

Uh, it was after

Joe's second year
at medical school

that he quit.

For the ring?
Uh-huh.

What would you like?

Uh...scotch and water.

Same thing.

I, uh, thought he wanted
to be a doctor so much.

He did.
He wanted to be a doctor

more than anything else
in the world.

It's complicated.

That's great,
I wish you luck.

Will you pardon me?

Joe's complicated.

His father was a doctor,
you know, in North Carolina.

Oh, then, he was
really bornto it?

He was born
to boxing too, I guess.

He was on
the college boxing team.

That's when we met.

I was ringside,

and that same June
we were married.

Four years ago now.

He quitmed school
because of money?

He didn't like my working
to help pay his tuition.

But it was really
when Lou came along.

Lou had seen him
fight amateur.

Promised him
fame and fortune.

Mm-hmm.

I was against it
at first,

but a little less
as the years went by.

What is she doing?

Boring you with
the story of my life?

Well, it's
an interesting story.

How's the cut?
Oh, fine.

LOU: Laura!
And thanks.

Hey, Joe, let me borrow
your wife for a minute.

Come on, Laura, I've got
somebody I want you to meet.

That Lou.

Not one cut-man in
knows how to mix adrenaline.

Well,
where did you learn?

Uh, Korea.

I was a...medic.
A...corpsman.

Really, a corpsman?

The food looks good,
don't it?

Come on.

A corpsman, huh?

Well, that's more medicine
than Ipracticed.

Your, um...

wife was telling me
how you were, uh,

lured away
from being a doctor.

"Lured"?

By Lou?

You wouldn't say that, uh,

Durocher lured a player
onto the Dodgers, would you?

Well, I got
the idea that, uh,

medicine was something
special for you, uh.

A man's lucky to have
a feeling like that.

Breathing's important too.

Do you see
all these people?

Us here?

We're fight people.

And because we're all
in the same game,

well, we're just people
to each other.

I'm just another guy.

Do you think it would be
the same for me on the outside?

As a doctor?

Customers. New customers.

Hey... Hey,
keep that warm for me.

Hut. What's
the password, friend?

Ring magazine.

They told me
down at the gym

there was gonna be
a big bash.

Oh, you're gonna do
a story on Joe.

If there is one.
Of course there's one.

He's gonna be
the champ.

Hey, everybody,
I want you to meet...

What's your name?

Hank Stone,
Ring magazine.

Right! Hank Stone,
Ring magazine.

Hi.
Come on, Laura.

Hey, this is
Joe's wife Laura.

How do you do?
How do you do?

Smile, Joe.

This is my boy,
Joe.

Hello.
Glad to meet you.

He's gonna make
a cover boy outta you.

Congratulations on the fight.
Thank you.

And this is Ray Miller,
our cutman.

The best
in the business.

Hi.

Say, we're going up
to the training camp tomorrow.

You'll come up
and visit us, huh?

You couldn't shake me
if you wanted to.

I want to do
a full background story.

Fighter, wife,
manager, everybody.

Cutman too.

So after I got stopped
eight times in a row,

Lou says, "Wally, you're gonna
be better off on the piano."

But Dan here,
he's gonna make it some day.

Ah.

Yeah, Lou's gonna
take me out

just as soon as Joe takes
the middleweight title.

Oh?
Yeah.

Uh, but he figures
maybe I'll make

a better light heavyweight.
You know?

Well, you've got
the build for it, Dan.

How about you,
Miller?

You ever
do any fighting?

Hey, Ray,
when can I take this off?

A few days.

Uh, why don't you
ride along with Wally, huh?

What about you,
Mr. Stone?

Like to come along?
Oh, no thanks.

I'm going to stay here
and find out

the worst about you
from your wife.

Hm. She won't talk.

Let's go, Danny.

Well,
shall we start?

Isn't there
something about a wife

not testifying against
her husband?

Whoa-oh-oh!
Watch it, man.

You want to put me
to sleep?

Hey, Joe...

we don't know nothing
about this guy as a...

As a...
A cutman.

Now, Ed Robbins is
the best there is.

Now,
quit worrying it, Dan.

Let's run.

Wanna take five, Joe?
Yeah.

Hey, Joe, how about a little
shadowboxing to keep warm.

No, Danny,
listen to the radio.

Like to stretch
your legs?

Yeah.

Kinda nice
out here, huh?

Yeah.

Hey, about Korea.

What?

Korea. You know,
when you were a medic.

Oh!

What's the most
you ever did by yourself.

The closest you came
to being a doctor?

I splinted
a lot of fractures.

Come on, you know.
Something really serious.

Well, there was this,
uh...one G.I., uh...

A grenade, uh,
shattered his shoulder.

almost tore his arm off.

He was bleeding
to death, uh...

Going into shock.

Did you have any plasma?

Yeah, yeah,
we had plasma.

What'd you do
for the bleeding?

We applied
some pressure pads

and called for the helicopter,
but he kept on bleeding.

He really moves in,
don't he?

Takes over like
Joe really belongsto him.

Well, uh, when we got
to the artery, uh,

we didn't have
any clamps,

so I had to reach in and
hold it closed with my fingers

till the helicopter came.

Did he live?

Joe.

Hey, Joe!

He lived.

Joe, you're gonna
stiffen up.

Did he keep his arm?

Uh-huh.

I'm glad.

Joe, Lou ain't gonna
like this.

That's what I call
being a doctor.

We're supposed
to be runnin'.

What's eating you,
Danny?

Nothin'.

Then let's run.

Hey, Ray!

Ray!

For his pain, you didn't
give him anything for his pain.

Well, I'd run out
of morphine.

But you had to
give him something.

I, uh...

I praised him
for his bravery.

Praise to make a man
forget he's hurting?

Well, sure, why not?

Remember the magazine writer
at the party? Uh...

He gave you a lift.

Magazine writer?

Yeah, the writer
at the party.

The one that's gonna
do a story on you.

Story?

Hey, Joe,
you need a rubdown.

Why wouldn't
praise help?

Sort of
frontline psychiatry.

Come on inside.

Good.
Thanks, honey.

Have a seat, Ray.

I'll be with you
in a minute.

Well, how was
the workout?

Oh, fine, fine.

Did Joe feel
all right?

Well, sure.

Why?

Nothing.

Nothing really.

Joe's been
telling me about you.

He thinks
a lot of you.

This morning...

when he woke up, he thought
we were still in the city.

Has it
happened before?

Yes.

How many times?

At least twice.

As bad as today?

No.

This morning,

he didn't even remember the
party at the hotel last night.

And how long does it...?

Hey, Ray.

There was this gag we pulled
at med school.

One of the fellows got
a can of ether from the lab.

Now, there was this...
This professor of physics...

That's right,
buzz, buzz, buzzin' Joe

about bein' a doctor.

Remember what happened
last time Joe got...

tangled up in
that medical stuff, huh?

So Miller's doin'
the same thing, huh?

I'll take care of him
right now.

No, honey, you don't
swing on a trapezius.

It's a shoulder muscle.

Lou.

What's all this about you
buzzin' Joe about doctorin'?

"Buzzin'?"

Well, botherin',
buggin', buzzin'!

About him doctorin'.

Now, Lou...
I'll handle this.

Now, I didn't hire you
to make trouble.

Look, uh...

Lou, I don't want
to make any trouble.

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

Well,
let them explain.

You were out on the road
with Joe and Dan.

Sure.

You and Joe had
a big talk out there, right?

Yeah, right.

About doctorin'?

We talked
about Korea.

You're fired.

What's the matter with you?
Are you out of your mind?

Are you? Are you startin' this
medical business all over again?

You remember two years ago
in Chicago?

A week before your fight
with Lew Hellner,

you went out and bought

a load of these
cockamamie medical books.

And they bugged you so much,
that he almost flattened you

A second-rate, no-good,
washed-out punk

almost flattened you.
And why?

Because you were thinkin' about
doctorin' and not fightin'!

Now,
you get outta here.

I'll pay you for a week.
No, Ray, hold it.

Now, Lou, you simmer down
and listen.

He wasn't bugging me, he was
only answering my questions.

About doctorin'.

Joe, you've got
one fight.

One fight and then
a sh*t at the title.

The title.
That's the tops.

Well, I ain't
takin' any chances. He's fired.

No, Lou, he staying.

I say he goes.

He stays!

Lou'll be bright and sunny
in the morning.

That's the kind
of guy he is.

Please stay.
It's nice to have you here.

Could be
a big help to Joe.

I hope so.

Good.

Good.

Well, what do you
think of him, boys?

How do you like that power,
snap, speed and control?

Ha, ha, ha.
That ain't no bag.

That's Kramer's kisser
two weeks from tonight.

Oh, that Joe's
got everything.

He can box, he can hit,
and he can take it.

Heh. I ain't never
seen him better.

Okay, Joe,
one for the showers!

Okay, boys.
Pictures.

A few for
the boys, Joe.

How's the cut
comin' along?

Oh, it's comin' along great.
It'll be fine.

I'll get him.

What round you gonna
take him in?

Can't say.

What are you goin' in?
What weight?

This afternoon, I'll give you
the whole story about Joe.

How I found him in the
intercollegiates and everything.

Don't worry,
he'll be % for the fight.

Whoop, chow time,
fellas.

Time to put on
the feed bag.

You go ahead over,
and I'll meet you there, huh?

I'll show you where it is.
You, hit the showers.

Dan...
get Joe's robe.

He don't need no cold
come two weeks.

I like the way
he's been workin'.

Maybe I made
a mistake.

I guess you been
good for him.

Thank you.

I gotta post forfeit money
in the morning.

You take a good look
at that cut.

I'll do it now.
Good.

Come on, Joey, let's have
a look at the cut, huh?

Right.

Oh, here, Dan.

Looks good.

We'll leave
the bandage off.

Keep your head back.
I'll, uh...

clean it up for you.

How's the scar?

Oh, it'll, uh...

It'll be fine
for the fight.

How did it react
to the light?

The reflex.
The hippus reflex.

That's what you were
trying to find wasn't it?

A symptom
of brain damage...

from a concussion.
That's so, isn't it?

It could be, yeah.

You mind?

Yes, that's what
the textbooks say.

Now...

Did you see any sign
of a hippus reflex in my eyes?

No.

Then there's
no brain damage...right?

I'm not a doctor.

Oh, sure,
just an ex-Army medic.

Look, Ray, you didn't answer
my question...

about the brain damage.

I'm not qualified
to have an opinion, Joe.

In spite of
my lapses of memory?

Look, Ray, did my wife
tell you to examine me?

Has she been buzzing you
about my memory?

Joe, uh...

Tension of
a big fight, uh...

anybody's liable to forget
a couple of things.

Then what are you
going to tell Laura?

That with a good, uh,
covering of collodion,

that scar should take
any amount of punishment.

Who you trying
to impress, Danny?

Ah, you look great, Joe.

Five days till Saturday,
I'll have you just right

to flatten
that palooka.

How about me, Lou?

When you gonna
take meon?

Pretty soon.
You got a lot to learn.

That coat of collodion
stand up?

Yeah, it'll take a lot
more punishment than that.

Hey, Miller, gonna have time
for a talk with me?

Joe, hit
the shower.

I, uh...got to take
the collodion off Joe.

Say, man.

You sayin'
I got no punch?

I won't make
no fighter?

I didn't say that.

No...I heard you.

About the cut.

I was talking about
the collodion.

Hey, Wally.

Can't a man even get
a towel around here?

Here you go.

Any questions.
Any time.

I got a scrapbook.

Come on, Wally.

That's nice.
Thanks.

What'd that guy
want with you, anyway?

Oh, he just...wants
to know about all of us.

He's a very
interesting talker.

Hey, Wally, you say he was
asking a lot of questions?

What kind of questions?

Come on, let's get
the collodion off.

Right.

Now, why don't you
leave it on?

See how it wears.

My eyes?

You starting
that again?

Well, Dan got in
a couple of...pretty good ones.

So what? I train every day.
I get hit every day.

Why'd you look?

Laura told me
about this morning.

Don't you know anything
about women?

How they're always making
something outta nothing?

Forgetting even for
ten seconds

that you're fighting
Saturday night.

I don't
call that nothing.

Joe, see a doctor.

Now, if you do have
brain damage,

there's a chance
it could be cured now.

Only if you
stop fighting now.

Okay, let's knock
that bogeyman down again.

Pull that shade.

I want you
to see.

Anytime.

Are you still
going to fight?

You gonna tell Laura?

Lou?

Aren't you?

No.

The doctor'll find out when he
examines you at the weigh-in.

By Saturday,
five days of light training,

it probably won't
be there at all.

No reflex.
Nothing to see.

No doctor in the world
could suspect anything.

You want
to k*ll yourself?

Look, Ray...

I never asked whether you were
ever really a doctor,

or why you don't talk
like Lou or Wally.

Your business is yours.
Mine is mine.

Oh, hi.

I've been spending
your money, Joe.

I bought
a new dress.

To wear to
the...fight Saturday.

Hi, Dan.

You busy?
No. Come on in.

Well, what can I
do for you?

Well, I thought
maybe I'd...

Well, this, uh...

This magazine
of yours it's, uh...

It's for a pretty clean
fight game ain't it?

Well, that's
for sure.

You know that, uh, buzzing
a fighter can make him lose.

You know that,
don't you?

What's on
your mind?

My name don't have
to come into this, does it?

Not if you don't
want it to.

Miller.

Joe's new cutman.

I think he's trying to make Joe
lose the fight Saturday night.

I've got
an idea...

he's buzzin' Joe
right into a knockout.

Sit down, Dan.

Now, let's start
from the beginning.

First about Miller.

Joe, there issomething wrong,
isn't there?

No.

I was just wondering how I'd be
feeling if I'd become a doctor.

It isn't too late,
you know.

Quit the ring
and go back to medicine?

It would k*ll me, Laura.
It would k*ll me dead.

I know it isn't
the applause or the cheers.

Is it the money?

We've got enough money
saved for you

to go back to school
to become a doctor.

It's funny.

That's the one thing I want,
and that's what would k*ll me.

People pay five dollars
to see me fight.

Now, would they pay it for
treatment if I were a doctor?

No, Laura,
I couldn't take it.

Not after feeling how nice
and warm it is here.

If I had to die,
I'd want to die here.

Joe, there's
something wrong.

No, no, of course not.

Swear it.

Yeah, I swear. I swear.

Okay, kids,
let's go.

Dan, Laura, drink up.
We weigh-in at noon.

Joe,
how do you feel?

Never better.

Wally,
get the bags, huh.

Already sent them on
to the hotel, Lou.

Oh, good.

Ah-ah,
no more water, Joe.

Well...
L.A. here we come.

Say, is that cut
gonna stand up?

Guaranteed.

You have your own car,
haven't you?

Right.
We'll see you at the fight.

I'll be there.

Okay, all out.

Wally, Dan,
you grab what we need.

Joe, it'll take about
a half-hour to weigh in.

Right.
See you later, honey.

Ray, you see that Laura gets
settled at the hotel, okay?

Yeah.

Wait a minute, Ray.

What's the matter?

Joe thinks you know more
about medicine than you let on.

Help me?

How?

Is Joe going to...

hurt himself
if he fights tonight?

He could.

Then I'm asking for
your help.

Laura, Joe knows more
about himself than I do.

Is there something else
besides the memory lapse?

Ask Joe.

He says there isn't,
but he talks about dying,

if he leaves the ring,
and I couldn't do that to him.

But the ring
could k*ll him too.

Then get him
to leave it.

How?

I only know that before a person

gives up one thing
for another...

he has to want
that other thing more.

Uh-huh.

Well, the rap sheet on
Wally Wilson's clean, huh?

Yeah, we're running
the prints on Miller now.

Right.

Oh, only three.

That'll take time,
but...

let's run 'em
and see what comes out.

I'll take these in
the bedroom for you.

Would I be doing
the right thing?

Laura, that would depend
on whom he loves more.

You or the ring.

Hello.

Honey, I made
the weight.

Tell Ray to come over
and get set up for tonight.

Lou says tell Ray
to come over and get set up.

Joe, I've got to
talk to you.

P-please. Now.

It can't wait.

I can't
on the phone, honey.

Please, here.

Hurry.

All right,
I-I'll be right there.

Lou, I'm going
to the hotel.

That's a good idea.
Relax. Get a nap.

Lou wants you
at the arena.

Yeah.

Go home
with you now?

Laura, it's Saturday.
I'm fighting.

I'm fighting tonight!

Joe, you mustn't.

What did he tell you?

He didn't.

I knew.

I've really known
ever since that night.

The flashlight,
the mirror.

You said you'd tell me.
You swore it.

There's nothing to tell.
Nothing to talk about.

There is no choice.

I'm in the ring,
and I'm not going to leave it.

And if you're k*lled
in the ring?

What about me?

Without you, I...
I'd be alone out there.

Oh, it's different
with women.

I'm the one who has to find out

if they'll let him
into a job or not.

A restaurant,
a hotel.

Oh, Laura, Laura.

Can't you understand?
Here I can hold up my head.

And be k*lled.

Oh, you're looking at
the worst of it.

I can handle this guy.
I can outbox him.

He's got no punch.

Joe...

I love you.

And I just can't stay here
and watch you be k*lled.

Laura.

Laura,
I can't go back.

I'm going home. I'll...
I'll wait there.

Please come.

Dan,
you go with me.

Wally, you stay here
with Joe.

Now, that's only the second
preliminary, so you relax.

I got to take a run up
to the office.

Wally,
go see the fights.

Lou said
to stay here.

Go see
the fights.

Okay, Joe.

You told her.

She knew.

You could've
denied it.

And be part of
a m*rder?

m*rder?
What m*rder?

You, as a doctor.

I won't go back
to that.

I never will.

Then as a fighter
one concussion...

He won't touch my head.

Aren't you k*lling her
by staying?

Can't you see I'd
be k*lling us both,

her and me,
by going back?

We'd be choking to death
for the rest of our lives.

A n*gro doctor
in some slum or ghetto?

Who are youto stand here
so high and mighty

and tell me I should
leave here where they say,

"There goes Joe Smith,
the fighter"?

Now they don't look at me
for black or white.

Just Joe Smith,
the fighter.

Joe, uh...

Joe Smith,
the fighter.

Why? Because y-you
go in the ring,

and you let 'em hit you,
and you bleed a little?

Because you're willing
to let 'em k*ll you?

Why don't you fight
to make 'em accept you?

Accept you as a doctor!

Well, maybe you're just
too afraid to fight 'em.

Mr. Murphy?

Mr. Murphy.
Yeah.

Sergeant Stone
telephoned.

He got an ID on Miller,
Bragan's cutman!

Bragan's cutman?
What's he wanted for?

Yeah.

Those who can breathe
always give easy advice

to those who
are choking.

Where's Miller?

My cutman?

Why?

He's wanted.

What for?

m*rder.

I don't believe it.

You'd better
believe it.

Where'd he go?

Oh, I sent him
to find Lou.

Up at the office.
He's with him.

I'll find him.

I've got his description.
I'll give it to the others.

m*rder?

Arrested, tried, convicted.

Innocent.

I believe you.

I'll be yourcutman.

Banged up fighters
go home early.

You can pass
for one.

Get outta here.

Joe...

Go on,
get outta here.

Look, uh...

As one strangling man
to another,

you give me your skin
and your choice...

I'd go back
to be a doctor.

I hope you get away.

I hope you do too.

Joe, what's all this
about Miller?

You all right?

Let him go, Dan.

That's him?

Lou...

get me a doctor.

What's the matter?

It's my head, Lou.

I'm hurt.

I've been hurt
for a long time.

I'm gonna catch
that cutman!

I said,
let him go. No!

Oh, Lou.

NARRATOR:
This was Ray Miller, cutman.

And before that,
James Lincoln, bartender.

And how many weary, lonely,

heartbreaking identities
before that?

Only if he succeeds
in discovering

the man who made him
an outcast,

can he again be
Richard Kimble.