01x16 - The Garden House

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Dr. Richard Kimble.

death row, state prison.

Richard Kimble is innocent.

Proved guilty,

what Richard Kimble
could not prove

was that moments
before discovering

his m*rder*d wife's body,
he saw a one-armed man

running from the vicinity
of his home.

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.

The Fugitive.

A QM production.

Starring David Janssen
as the fugitive.

With guest stars
Robert Webber,

Pippa Scott,

Peggy McCay.

"The Garden House. "

Easy.

Whoa, whoa, boy. No, no.

Harlan?

Whoa. Whoa, boy.

Easy, boy.

Now, easy, boy. Easy, boy.
Easy there, easy. Take it easy.

Come on, honey.
We haven't got all day.

I'm sorry, Harlan. I...
I...I am trying. I...

I don't think he likes me.

Harlan, don't push her.

Come on, sis. Up you go.

Remember,
society page on Sunday.

"Publisher's Wife
Shows Off New Jumper. "

So smile, sweetie.
It's only a horse.

Come on, honey, try again. Here.

Connecticut.

Green trees framing the homes

of the wealthy
and the near-wealthy.

Gracious living
with roots deep in the past.

And without roots,

interstate fugitive
Richard Kimble.

Come on.

Easy, boy.

Uh, Sanford, would you come here
a minute, please?

Would you, uh, give Mrs. Guthrie
a leg up on that horse?

Easy, boy.

Whoa. Whoa, boy. Easy.

Well, that's a lot of horse,
Mr. Guthrie.

Why don't I saddle this one up?

No, no.
She likes that one.

Easy, boy.

Easy. E-easy, boy.

Whoa. Whoa.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right.

Sis, are you okay?

I'm fine.

Are you sure you're
all right, now?

Yes. I hate to be a nuisance.

My big foot got caught
in the stirrup.

Hold it.

That'll make a good picture.

Well, that's no good.

What's the matter with you,
Sanford?

Are you camera shy?

Mrs. Guthrie,

you forgot to tighten the girth.

Oh.

She didn't saddle
the horse. I did.

I'm sorry, dear.
Oh.

Well, it wouldn't have been
a very good picture anyway.

Maybe not the front page,
but great for the obituaries.

Well, listen, Carol and I
have to get to the office.

You'll be all right now?
Oh, sure.

Thank you, Sanford.

Bye, sweetie.
Bye, dear. Bye, sis.

Sanford, I...

I haven't thanked you yet.

Would you like me to saddle you
a different horse, Mrs. Guthrie?

No, thanks.

I haven't had breakfast yet.

I guess I'd better
get up to the house.

I really fumbled that,
didn't I?

Fumble it?
My love, with a capital F.

Now, look,
suppose she'd only hurt herself.

Broke her leg,
twisted an ankle.

Right, it was a bad choice.
I'm sorry.

Or better still,
a wheelchair case.

Now, how would you like that?

Pushing her around all the rest
of our lives in a wheelchair?

Poor little Annie.

Or I should say
rich little Annie.

Her house, her newspaper.

And you.

Listen, why don't
we go away someplace?

We'll call in and tell them
we're out on a story, huh?

Some story.

He's very handsome, isn't he?

Who?

Sanford.

Cut it out, will you?

And young too.

Younger than you.

You kidding?

You know,
sometimes I wonder about you.

You say you want me, and-

Of course I do.

Why, because I'm married to Ann
and you want anything she's got?

Anything?

I want everything.

Find a better way, my love.

One that's more final.

Help!

Halt!

Ugh. Whoa.

Whoa.

Help!

Mrs. Guthrie.

Mrs. Guthrie.

Mrs. Guthrie?

Hello, Sanford.

Say hello to Sanford, Esmerelda.

You know,
I'm hooked by this place.

It's a fact.

I used to sleep here
when I was this big.

Anytime I put my foot
in it, I come here.

And I put my foot in it. Always.

Oh, sorry, come in.

Can I have a look at that?

Oh.

Does it hurt?

We had quite a fall.
Me and Humpty Dumpty.

Harlan rides like a centaur.
So does Carol.

But me?

It's ridiculous.

Carol and I were both brought up
in the horsey set.

Come from a long line of people
who love to ride and sh**t.

And she does beautifully.

Any other, uh, bruises? Pain?

You sound like a doctor.

Just an old Boy Scout.

I got a merit badge
in first aid.

How about hysterical women?

You're not hysterical.

Let's get up to the house

and have this taken
care of properly.

Why, Mrs. Guthrie,
what happened?

All right, all right,
Hannah.

Wipe off that look. I'll live.

It's the new jumper.

I tried, but I don't know
the magic words.

Hannah, please,

I'd rather you didn't mention
this to Mr. Guthrie.

Of course, ma'am.

Uh, I think
she'll be all right,

but you better
call the doctor just in case.

Very well.

Sanford, I...

Did I say thank you?

Yes, you did.

Well, it doesn't hurt
to say it again.

Thank you.

Well, no laps?
I thought you'd be down

by the pool this morning,
darling.

Oh, I'm saving myself
for the Olympics.

Good morning, Sanford.

Miss Willard.

This all right?

It's a little high, Sanford.

Would you mind lowering it?

Thanks.

Darling, how did you do that?

Oh, uh...

skipping rope.

Don't tell me
that's you sis is painting?

Mrs. Guthrie, I'll do that.
Oh. Thank you.

Sanford, I have a strap
on my bathing suit

that's always bothered me.

Will you fix it for me?

All right, Miss Willard?

Just fine, Sanford.

Handy man to have
around the house,

isn't he, darling?

Well, let's get started.

Sanford, would you mind waiting
a few minutes?

I'd like you to pick up
some extra paint for me

when you go to the village.

It would be better
by the swimming pool,

but beggars can't be choosy.

The socially prominent
Mrs. Guthrie

at her socially prominent hobby.

Anything to increase
Harlan's circulation.

Oh, and you do
increase the circulation,

darling, you do.

Oh, have I said something
I shouldn't?

Uh, like this?

Hold it.

Is there something wrong?

Hair's a mess, isn't it?

No, darling,
just figuring the angle.

Oh, Carol,
do you have that layout-?

Harlan.

Where did you get that?

The morgue.

Every good newspaper
should have one.

"Richard Kimble. "

Is he really Richard Kimble?

Mm-hm.

Well, you have a sharp eye.

I'm a photographer.

No wonder his references
were so good.

He wrote them himself.

We have an exclusive,
my love.

That's right.
Nobody else knows, do they?

Well, we'll set it up
with the police.

Break it in the Clarion.

Copyright it.
Hit all the wire services.

Wait.

Let's keep it exclusive
till afterward.

After what?

Well, nobody knows but us.

Isn't that what you said?
Yes.

Oh, Harlan,
do you need a diagram?

Well, what are
you talking about?

If anything should happen,

if there should be a m*rder,

who are they gonna blame?
You? Me?

Or a man like Kimble?

He's k*lled one woman already.

Honey, please.
Now, it's not going to hurt you.

Here, just touch it. Go on.
Feel it. It's not gonna hurt.

Oh, Mr. Sanford.

Hannah.

Good morning, Sanford.

Come on in, please.
I'd like to talk to you.

Good morning.
Good morning, Sanford.

Are you as, uh, handy with g*ns
as you are horses?

Well, I can manage.

Well, good.
I have a new job for you.

A new job?

Tell him, Harlan.

Sanford,
you're to take me in hand.

Horses, g*ns, the whole works.

You didn't leave me
much to tell, did you?

I'm sorry.

You see, the trouble
is I'm, um, too demanding.

I suppose it always
happens when a husband

tries to teach
a wife something.

Too much tension, you know,
emotionally involved.

That's bad?

I, uh, want her to be perfect,
so I push too hard.

It upsets her. It upsets me.

So I'd like you
to take her in hand.

Try to get her over her
fear of horses and g*ns.

I want you to learn, you hear?

Meet the new Annie Oakley.

Will you do it?

Well, it'll take time,
Mr. Guthrie.

Take all the time you need.

Harlan, are you ready?

Oh, coming, Carol.

I'm off to work.

You two make whatever
arrangements have to be made.

Bye, love.
Bye, sis.

Bye, dear.

Well, where do we begin?

Sanford? Oh, come on,
it's not gonna be that bad.

Well, don't expect miracles,
Mrs. Guthrie.

Well, why not?

They've happened
before, haven't they?

He'll be proud of me.

Just a small miracle.

That's not too much to ask,
is it? A small miracle?

No, it isn't.

And you're quite sure
she bought it?

Are you kidding?
She lapped it up.

You'll be able
to get plenty of, uh, pictures.

Good.

I can see it now. An affair.

My sister and the riding master
meeting in secret.

A lovers' rendezvous.

And then she finds out
who he is.

She's appalled.

She wants to break it off.

That's the story.
There's a quarrel, and:

Ssst!

He sh**t her.

Yes, well, make certain
you don't miss, my love.

They'll all be sure
it was Richard Kimble.

Poor, bereaved Harlan Guthrie.

Don't worry about me,

just make sure
you cry at the funeral.

Whoa.

Well, hello there, you two.

Hi.

Did you have a good ride?
Excellent.

You still feeling stiff?
Not at all.

Pretty sharp, huh?

We're just starting,
Mrs. Guthrie.

Watch it, Sanford.
She's a married woman.

No hands, Miss Willard.

Miss.

That's the key word with me.

I'm not married.

Is there anything
you can teach me?

Well, Annie, how's it going?

As if I can't tell
by looking at you.

Carol, I took a jump.

He wanted to balk,
but, uh, I was firm,

kicked him in the teeth,
and over. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

We'll have to try that sometime,
won't we?

Anytime, Miss Willard.

Annie, I've been thinking.

For the dinner party
tomorrow night,

how'd you like to wear my Dior?

Me?
Oh, that's pretty fancy.

I don't think Harlan
would like it.

Oh, don't be a mouse.
He'll flip.

And anyway,
it's your money that bought it.

Carol, it was Father's money.

I told you,
it's yours as well as mine.

Well, not legally, dear.

Oh, you did what you were told
and stayed home. It's yours.

The loving daughter.

While little Carol
roamed the wide world.

Oh, let that be
a lesson to you, Sanford.

A rolling stone gathers no loot.

Well, here goes the last one.

Our little Annie,
captured for posterity.

Annie, dear. Smile.

She looks rather,
uh, pretty tonight.

I think I might have
to ask her to dance.

Yes.

Only for appearance's sake.

Yes, the devoted husband.

when you're close,

that's my dress
you're holding.

How many drinks have you had?

Not enough.

Not nearly enough.

Take it easy, will you?

Hi.

Why so pale and wan, fond lover?
Dreaming of happier times?

I've been walking.

Just walking?
No happier times?

Tell me, Sanford, what did you
do before you came here?

Like everyone else, I worked.

Did you enjoy your work?

Sometimes.

Traveled a lot, I suppose?

A little.

Just travel, work...?

No recreation?

I'm the industrious type.

All work and no play?

What about
your love life, Sanford?

I'm working on it, Miss Willard.

"Miss Willard. "

You're formal, Sanford,
you know that?

Much too formal.

Well, what's the matter
with that?

Can't you manage it?

You'd better get
back to the house.

They'll miss you.

Meaning you won't?

Carol?

Carol?

Ca-

Ah, there you are.

Well, if it isn't mein host.

The party's getting dull.
We need you to liven it up.

And it's so nice to be wanted,
isn't it, Sanford?

I hear Mrs. Guthrie
is doing very well.

Yes, sir.

Well, thank you. Good night.

What are you trying to do?

Darling, you're so intense.

Look, until Ann is gone,
we have got to be very careful.

Now, you know that.

Until Ann is gone.

All right.

What am I loaded with, blanks?

Here, let me.

Pull.

Look at that. You're knocking
them down like clay pigeons.

When you aim at something,

sweetie, you must
want to k*ll it.

Right, Sanford?

Here, try again.

That's enough for now,
Mrs. Guthrie.

Why, she's only
just getting warmed up.

That shoulder's gonna
be black and blue as it is.

Of course, Sanford.
I never even thought of that.

You know, sis, I think you
better stick to home economics.

This outdoor stuff
just isn't for you.

Isn't that right,
Sanford?

Well,
I'd better get to the office.

Gotta go change.
See you later.

Bye, Sanford.

Well, ha-ha,
Ann Guthrie, all thumbs.

It isn't that bad.

Sure, I'm good.
I'm good for nothing.

You missed a few.

A few?

I had a perfect score.
I missed them all. Ha-ha.

Sanford, you've hardly spoken
all morning.

Sanford, what is it?

It's probably none
of my business,

but since you brought it up...

Your sister and Mr. Guthrie,

they see a lot of each other,
they work together.

Are you trying
to tell me something?

They were together last night.

Yes, dancing.
My husband and my sister.

They weren't dancing.
They were talking.

Uh, there's no easy way
to tell you this,

but I got the feeling that
it's dangerous for you here.

Sanford, I think
you have too much imagination.

You know, this really-
This tears it.

You better pack up your things.
You're through.

Well, how are you doing?
Knocking 'em dead?

Listen, Carol and I will be late
tonight. It's Thursday-

Harlan.
What's the matter?

Do you need a gossip columnist
for the Clarion, dear?

If you do,
there's your man.

What are you talking about?

He's been saying
you and Carol are an item.

He's been what?!
I... I don't want him around.

Just pay him off.
Get rid of him. Fire him.

What have you been
saying to her?

Pay me off, Mr. Guthrie.
I'll leave.

What have you been telling her
about Carol and me?

I'm sorry I gave her
the wrong impression.

There's a bus outta here
at : tonight.

I'd like to be on it.

Well, I'll have to
go down to the office

and get the cash for you.

I'll meet you
, all right?

All right.

Meantime, you get packed
and ready to leave.

It isn't true.
What Sanford said isn't true.

He's lying.

Sanford is lying.

He's lying.

Yes, well, that's why I called.

I wanted to make sure
everything was all right.

Couldn't be better now.

You, uh-
You just relax.

I'll be home
in a couple of hours.

Harlan?
Yes.

I love you.

I love you too.

Well, then I am relaxed.

You think now?

Well, it'll have to be
in the next couple of hours

if we're gonna blame it on him.

These sure are good pictures.

If I didn't know better,

I'd swear there
was something going on

between the two of them.

Why, there is.

That's the story tomorrow.

Harlan,
don't do it in the house.

Hannah's there.

If I know my darling Ann,

she will run right
to the garden house.

She always does
when she's upset.

My love.

You make sure she's upset.

But of course.

Who is it?

Well, out slumming?

Where's Guthrie?

What happened to that formality,
Sanford?

You mean Mr. Guthrie.

Where is he?

Well, he stepped out
for a moment. Won't I do?

Oh, I must have dropped
that last night, mustn't I?

How careless of me.

It was, very.

Sealane Motel.

The owner's very talkative.

He described you
and Mr. Guthrie perfectly.

The name on the register's
different,

but I'm sure
a handwriting expert

won't have any difficulty.

Now, Miss Willard,

I know how much
you love your sister.

So you see to it that
nothing happens to her,

'cause no matter
where I am, I'd find out.

I mean, if something did happen
to her, if she d*ed...

I'd have to send this key along

with a note
to the district attorney.

A note?

Well, about you and Mr. Guthrie
and the Sealane Motel.

You've been there quite often.

You know what they say
when there's a m*rder.

Find the motive.

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

Want a little advice,
Miss Willard?

Go back to traveling.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Who is it?

Harlan?

Yes.

Oh.

I thought I heard somebody.
Oh, I'm glad you're here.

I must look awful.
Just took off my face.

Have you?

Doesn't look
any different to me.

Well, you know me.
I do the best I can.

Oh, you know,
the phone rang before.

I answered and no one spoke.
But there was someone there.

You know that feeling
of someone breathing?

Darling,
don't look at me that way.

I don't know whether
it's passion or love.

"Love"? What do you mean "love"?

Well,
I know it's a four-letter word,

but you don't have
to make it sound

like a four-letter word.

Darling, don't just stand there.
What is it?

Well, you don't know,
do you?

You really are stupid,
aren't you?

It's Carol and I.

You think I married you
for love?

No, I married you for your money

and your house
and your newspaper.

It's been Carol and I since
the first day she got here.

You think we've been working
night and day at the office?

Well, we haven't been working.

Don't.

Please don't.

I don't wanna hear anymore.

Where are you going?

He was right. He was right.
He tried to tell me-

"He"? Oh, Sanford.

What-? What do you want
from him, some kind of comfort?

Well, he won't comfort you.

He's got his own problems.

I wanna show you something.

Now look at that.

See, you've got
nobody to turn to.

You're all alone.

All alone.

Mrs. Guthrie?

Oh, Mr. Sanford.
Something's wrong?

Uh...

Well, uh...

Have you seen Mrs. Guthrie?

Yes, I saw her
from my back window.

She was running.

Where was she going?

Well, I think where
she always goes.

The garden house?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Hannah.
Go back to bed.

It's all right. Go back to bed.

Oh, no.

No.

Carol, Carol.

Carol.

Carol. Oh!

Such a pretty plan.

Harlan thought I was you.

That's a blow to my ego,

mistaking me for you.

Now, don't talk.

Me, not talk?

Might as well try
and stop Niagara, doctor.

Some doctor.

He's had his license revoked.

I could sue you for malprac-

Carol. Carol.

Good little Annie.

Always the good one.

That's why you had everything,
isn't it?

Carol, don't die. Don't die.

I will if I want to.

Annie.

Oh, Annie.

Give it to me, Ann.

The g*n.

And then we'll call the police,
we'll say he did it.

Look, he's a convicted m*rder*r.
What does it matter?

You k*lled her.

You meant to k*ll me.

Look, I didn't know
what I was doing, I swear.

I was hooked.

You know what Carol was like.
She hated you.

Anything that was yours,
she wanted and she got.

She's gone now.

And I never loved her.

It was just a fever.

It's all over.

Look, we're still
husband and wife,

and we can
pick up the pieces.

I'll make it up to you,
I swear I will.

Look, she's gone.

She can't come
between us anymore.

Don't you understand?

Who will you have if I go?
You'll be all alone.

Give me the g*n, Ann.

There are worse things
than being alone, Mrs. Guthrie.

He'll be unconscious
for quite a while.

I'll call the police.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Mrs. Guthrie,
when you call the police...

I... I won't mention
anything about you.

It isn't true, is it?
What Harlan said.

What you were accused of
in that newspaper story?

No, it isn't.

I wish you could stay.

Or that I could go.

Mrs. Guthrie,
you're gonna be all right.

Oh, I know.
All my life before me.

I'm still young.

What'll I do?
Edit the newspaper?

Some editor. I can't even spell.

I'm not good at-

Yes, you are.

You'll be very good.

I'll try.

Tomorrow the Westborne Clarion
will have a new editor.

One of the paper's
first editorials

will be a plea for innocent men
pursued by the Furies.

Men such as Richard Kimble.

The fugitive.