01x27 - Never Stop Running

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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:

A QM production.

Starring David Janssen
as the fugitive.

With guest stars:
Claude Akins...

Joanna Moore...

Wright King.

ANNOUNCER:

Sure hate to
lose you, Doc.

What?

Well, most of
these field hands, they go,

nobody remembers 'em
from Adam.

Fella like you...

You got the, uh, itchy feet,
huh, doc?

I don't like staying
one place too long.

NARRATOR:
Never in one place too long.

That's the first rule
for a fugitive.

Always keep running.

Always with the nightmare fear

that one day the chase
will catch up with him.

One day. Perhaps now.

Oh, we got company.

Oh, he is in a hurry, all right.

He's raising
enough dust

to plant
an orchard.

Come on, nobody's
stopping you, you...

What's all
the hoo-rah about?

I got a flat tire
or something?

Were you working
the beet fields?

You the one they call Doc?

Well, yeah,
but that's a nickname.

I...

used to drive an ambulance.

Well, I've got a sick kid.

They say you know first aid.

Yeah, but that
doesn't mean that...

Well...

Doc, we need you.

It won't take long.

Look, I told you
I'm not a doctor. I'm...

If it's serious, uh,
there's a doctor in town.

We've already called him.

He's on an emergency.
He's out.

I'll pay you anything you ask.

It's not the money, it...

Well, where you want to go?

Bus depot?

I'll drop you off
there later.

Just look at the boy.

What's wrong with him?

We don't know.

This morning he fell.
All he did was scrape his arm.

That shouldn't be serious.

Well, that's what I mean.

He's bleeding a little.

No broken bones or anything.

What it is, is...

he doesn't seem to
want to move.

He just
lays there...

like he's
half-asleep.

WOMAN:
Dave?

Is he going to
help us?

Now, honey, please.

I'm worried.

Scared.

It's not far.

Only or
minutes.

It would mean a lot to her.

Please.

Please.

I'm not sure I can help, but...

But if there's
no one else, uh...

Not too far
to the cabin now.

Dirt road ahead.

How old's
your boy?

How old? You mean...?

He's .

He's years old.

Helen.

I'm sorry. I just get
so used to the radio, you know?

Of course.

Is someone with
your boy now?

Oh, sure.

My brother.

But you wouldn't know it.

Ralph is twice Dave's size,
isn't he, Dave?

Yeah.

Hey, it's cold
out here.

Ralph. We're back.

Ralph?

MAN
Now, ladies and gentlemen,

from just above
the th green...

in this $ , Sunland Open
golf tournament,

we look down on a threesome...
Ralph.

I hear you.

...yesterday's
first-round leader,

and a man that
seems destined

to lead at
the halfway mark.

Of course, you know
we're talking about

-year-old
Harvey Grand.

"Sugar and spice
and everything nice."

How about "Mink and sable...

if you're able."

You the doc?

No, I told
your brother

I'm not a doctor.

I couldn't get
Dr. Goff.

He knows first aid.

Okay.

In here.

However, he blew a wedge
out of the deep rough

from yards to within
six feet of the hole,

and thus has
his birdie putt coming up.

Now, I know what
you're gonna say.

I look familiar.

A lot of people
look familiar.

Before we see that, let's
take a look at Johnny Post,

years old,
from Tacoma, Washington,

who had
a one-over-par .

Ralph, please. There's
still time. Call it off!

Davey, hold it down
to a roar, will you?

We got something coming up
on television.

You want to ruin
the rating?

And he's putting
for a birdie here.

Post is .

MAN: ...a little bit to the left.

He'll play it
onto the right edge.

Hi.

Who are you?

Well, your folks asked me
to fix your arm.

They're not my folks.

They're not.

So then
who are they?

You can tell me.

What's your name?

Jimmie.

Jimmie.

Well, Jimmie, maybe
I'd better...

I'd better take
a look at this, huh?

What's this?

In case I get hurt. People
will know I'm a bleeder.

Ralph, that's a sick kid.
He's a bleeder.

Suppose he dies.

Now, it's not
too late.

You can still
call it off.

You don't like it,
go, get out.

Get out? I'm hooked.

The kid could
identify me.

Why did you have to bring him here?

Why did you have to
drag me into it?

Okay, you don't like it.
What are you gonna do?

Blow the whistle
on your own brother?

Oh, I'd like to.

I wish I could.

Just this once.

MAN That's a birdie putt, and
he doesn't quite get it down.

He settles for the par.

That gives him
a -over-par round of .

Uh, you must have seen that.

So?

Well, sure. That's why
we brought you here.

That boy's a hemophiliac.
He's a bleeder. He might die.

Relax. He won't die.

Are you sure,
honey? I mean-

Oh, now, take it
easy, bluebird.

You're rushing
the signals.

You take care of him, huh?

I'm, uh-

I'm sort of
counting on you.

NEWSMAN Ladies and gentlemen,
we interrupt this program

to bring you a special appeal.

Here it is.
Right on the dot.

Just like I said
in the note.

Come here, doc.

You can have a box seat.

Here in the studio
with me now

are Mr. and Mrs.
Harold Franklin,

whose son Jimmie disappeared
early this morning.

It has now been established
beyond all doubt

that the boy was taken
from his home.

Now, Mr. Franklin,
we understand

that you've received
a ransom note.

Yes. We found it
in the mailbox this morning.

It's a great deal
of money, but-

Please take care
of him.

He's a hemophiliac,
a- A bleeder.

So be careful
of him, please.

I mean, don't let him fall or-
Or scratch himself because-

Well, please.

We're collecting
the money now.

I hope to have it
in the morning.

But I insist on hearing
from Jimmie himself.

Do you
understand?

We now are going to
show you

the latest
photographs taken

of the kidnapped victim,
Jimmie Franklin.

You know how much
I'm collecting, doc?

We're collecting,
honey.

We're collecting. My bluebird
and me, to fly away on.

Two hundred thousand
clean, no-tax bucks.

Two hundred grand.

If anyone has seen the boy

within the last hours,

please notify your
local police immediately.

Unless we hear
from Jimmie...

I will not accede
to any ransom.

I must be sure
he is alive.

Here.

Now, let's fix
the arm.

How did you know
I wasn't asleep before?

I had my eyes closed tight.

Yeah, too tight.

How'd you get this?

When he pulled me over the wall.

We have a big wall
around our yard.

And he's strong.

Didn't you hurt yourself
anywhere else?

Any pain?

Maybe we'd
better check.

This happen
at the same time?

Does it hurt?

Don't you want to
know how he is?

Or don't you see anything
in this bed

but, uh, sable and mink?

Well, now, don't
blame this on me.

It was Ralph's idea.

A girl has to do
what her husband says.

You mean you're married?

Well, of course I am.

What do you think I am?

I'll be right back,
Jimmie.

Room service,
doc.

Davey brought 'em in,
but, uh...

don't overtip him.

I don't want you
to spoil him.

He's my kid brother.
I kind of feel responsible.

How's the boy?

Your name is Simmons,
isn't it?

Ralph Simmons?

I thought
I'd seen you.

You know,
everybody thought

that you'd just about
hit bottom

when they kicked you
out of pro football,

but I guess everybody
was wrong, right?

I was framed.

They never proved
a thing.

They never proved I was
hooked in with the fixers.

Weren't you?

Ralph!

Ralph, stop it!

You're always ready
with your fists!

Now, let's be smart
this time. We need him.

He can be our ticket
to South America.

hot sun, white sand?

You promised me,
honey bear.

You'll have it.

Doc... the boy, how is he?

I don't know
how the boy is.

With hemophiliacs,
it's, uh-

It's hard
to tell.

You watch for
complications.

Complications?

Internal bleeding.

Sometimes even
the slightest bruise.

What bruise?
You think I'd hit a kid?

You dragged him over a wall.

He should be in a hospital
under observation.

You observe him!

If he's gonna sound right
when he talks to his parents,

I'll need some dr*gs.

Yeah? Like what?

Coagulant.

Something to stop
the bleeding.

There's a drugstore in town.

Dave can drive me in.

Yeah.

Yeah, Davey could
drive you...

right to
the cops.

You drive. Davey
can go with you.

What do you need, doc?

I'll write it down
for you.

No- Don't
write anything.

Davey's a smart one.
He can remember it.

Vitamin K. It's
a standard coagulant.

Except that you may have-
Except what?

Except that you may need
a prescription.

So give him one!

I told you, I'm not a doctor.

If I go with him,
maybe I can talk

to the druggist.

Well... maybe she can
talk to him better.

Bluebird, you just
smile at the man,

he'll give you
anything you want.

Go on.

Oh, well,
it's vitamin K.

K, like
after J.

What are you
doing?

Well, I'm
trying to get

my shaving kit
out of here.

Thought maybe
I could stop the bleeding

with this styptic
pencil.

Sorry I don't have
anything for nerves.

Well, go on!

Now, this will sting
a little.

We're gonna keep this on
for a while.

It might get
a little tight, but-

Don't worry about it.

I'll... keep checking on you.

Come on. Just slide down.

Get some sleep.

Louis Pasteur.

Come on, I'll
buy you a drink.

No, thanks.

Come on, it's
on the house.

Not tonight.

How's the kid?

Asleep.

You should have seen
his bedroom.

Big enough for
a bowling alley.

How old would you say
that kid is, doc?

Seven, years?

What's the difference?

You know where I slept
when I was his age?

On the floor, with a burlap sack
for a blanket.

To keep from
freezing,

we used to scrounge
lumps of coal

from the railroad yard.
And... pajamas?

Did you see that kid's pajamas?

You know what I had?

You had a chance most men
would give an arm for.

Yeah, I know all about you.
I read the sports page.

Football scholarship.

Big man on campus.
All-American.

Yeah, you had it made.

Anything I got
I paid for it.

Quit school, didn't you?

Well, I- Couple of profs,
they had it in for me.

Why? Wouldn't they lead
a cheer for you

when you came into
the classroom?

Yeah, you quit school
and joined the pros.

Why? More cheers?
More money?

Now, I earned it.

I broke my back for
that kid's old man,

and what did
he ever do for me,

except sit
in that meeting

with the other owners
and point the finger at me,

and get me
kicked out.

You got yourself
kicked out.

You and the gamblers.

You were their boy-
Now, look-

I know.

You never had a chance.

Where's the bathroom?
I'll get you a crying towel.

If I didn't
need you...

If I just didn't
need you...

You sure?
Vitamin K?

That's right.

I knew you, uh, wouldn't
want any vitamin A.

Not with a nice complexion
like yours.

Well, isn't that sweet of you.

If I didn't have
a date tonight, I'd-

We're in sort of a rush,
if you don't mind.

Oh, uh, not a bit. Uh-
Just let me look.

Oh. I didn't
have any.

I thought I'd, uh, phone
the drugstore over in Hastings.

Well, it's not
that important.

Oh, wouldn't be
any trouble.

We'll pick it up someplace else.
Thanks anyway.

Uh, this is Walter Maddox.

Is the sheriff there?

All right,
Jimmie.

Let's take a look
at your arm.

Hey, it looks
okay, huh?

Not bad.

We'll leave this off
for a while.

Help your
circulation.

Say something, kid.
Let's hear the voice.

Am I going home?

Hey, that's pretty good.

It's not loud,
but it's clear.

Listen... when I get you
to the telephone,

you remember to say:

"I'm all right, Dad. "

Davey.

It's your turn.

Changing of
the guard.

Yeah.

Wish I had that vitamin K.

I'm sorry.

When that druggist
started phoning around,

I got scared.

Level with me.

You could have
written

that prescription,
couldn't you?

Nope.

But you could have once.

I can't remember
that far back.

Can't? Or-
Or don't want to?

A man like you, educated,

hiring out as a migrant worker.

You're running, aren't you?

Well, why aren't you?

Why don't you get out of
all this?

You didn't have anything to do
with the kidnapping.

Jimmie told me.

Maybe I'm trapped.

Maybe I could use
some of that ransom money.

Um, maybe you're afraid
of your brother.

Why? Because he's
Big Ralph Simmons?

He is my brother.

And you know what they say.

"Blood is thicker than water. "

Yeah.

Yeah, some of
it is.

And some of it isn't.

No, that's
all we have.

Yeah. Yeah, it would
have been easier

if he'd have gotten
the license number.

Command.
State police?

Yeah.

Here's a copy of
the area alert.

That's a real
long sh*t.

I mean, just because

a couple people
ask for Vitamin K.

And they got jumpy
and wouldn't wait for it?

And it is a coagulant?

And we know that
the Franklin boy

is a hemophiliac?

No, look, let's just
keep all the patrols out.

Every car we got.

We do have a pretty
good description of the couple

and the car they were driving.

At least we've
got some clues.

I hope they're not as cold
as that coffee.

Pretty good trap play.

Except I'm too smart.

Conk me on the head,

grab the keys,
and away you go.

Besides, that bottle's
still half full.

Ha. You don't want to
waste all that good whiskey.

Tell me something, doc.

Were you going to cut out
all by yourself,

or were you gonna be a hero

and take the kid
with you? Huh?

Tsk.

Oh, you.

You shouldn't look at people

when they don't know.

It's not polite.

Now, you stop that.

You're fine.

Now, you want to
go home, don't you?

Well, you won't if you
keep acting like a baby.

Now, you say it:

"I don't hurt. "

Say it!

I don't hurt.

You're fine.

Say it.

I'm fine.

Tsk.

Pretending like that.

Trying to scare me.

Trying to do me out
of my trip.

You know where
we're going?

South America.

Ralph says once
we get down there,

they can't
bring us back.

Cops or nobody.

Do you know how much

$ , will buy?

It's like a million here.

Emeralds and diamonds.

And it's warm
all the year round.

You can swim
every day.

Honey, I have
a bikini.

Well, talk about
a good-neighbor policy.

Now, you just be
a good-

The arm's all right.

How long has he
been complaining?

Complaining? I-

Easy, doc. You'll scare him.

He's already scared.

Why didn't you
tell me, Jimmie?

Now, Jimmie, don't be afraid.

Now, why did you hide the pain?

She said that if I cried,

couldn't go home.

Uh, you'll go home, Jimmie,
no matter what she says.

All right, so he's got
a bruise. So what?

Everybody gets banged up
once in a while.

He's not just everybody,
he's a hemophiliac.

Bruise can mean
internal bleeding.

He needs a hospital.
He needs it now.

No hospital.

There's one in Bellinda, off
- We'll wait.

What, till he dies?

Now, you get something straight.

I got grand riding
on that kid,

and until I get it,
he goes no place.

Not the hospital.
Not home. No place.

Only to that
telephone.

Dave.

You keep an eye
on him and that kid.

It looks like
they stopped here yesterday,

asked for a doctor.

Any identification on them?

No, sir. Strangers.

No doc here
so they hightailed it off.

The state police
want that area roadblocked

while they run
a house-to-house.

Unit , take intersection

of Highways...

...

and .

and .

Okay, we're on our way.

I'm cold.

It's the ice, Jimmie.

You think it'll help?

Well, that's why
we're doing it.

Can I have
some more ice?

Come on.

Davey.

Davey!

Damn it, answer me
when I call-

How long ago?

Oh, let him go, Ralph.
Oh, you've got a fat chance.

Come on. Helen!

Helen!

You okay?

Hello.

Hello!

They could be anywhere.

We'll never
find him.

We'll find him. He's got
the kid with him.

Don't look at me.
Look for him.

Wait.

Uh, wait a minute. Please.

Could I use your telephone
to call an ambulance?

Raus. Go.

How about using your pickup?

Maybe you could drive us
to the hospital.

Hospital.

Is there anyone else
in the house?

This is a sick boy.
He needs a hospital.

Go. I- I'll set
the dog on you.

I'll send the dog.

They'll catch us.

No, they won't.

Yes, they will.

We'll walk
right into 'em.

Bellinda.

That's where
the hospital is.

It should be smooth
from now on.

No more bumps.
You all right?

I'm okay.

What's that?

It's a roadblock.

Jimmie, if I put you down,
can you walk?

Uh, that's the police.
Uh-

There are reasons why I-

Well, if they see me
with you, I-

I can't walk.

You said the hospital.

You've got to take me.
You- You've got to.

All right,
get down on the floor.

Cover up with the blanket.

Anything?

I don't know.

You know that German woman,

bought the Gower place?

She's screaming about
someone stealing

her pickup truck.

That's not for us.

No, but...

she said
something

about a man looking
for a hospital.

A man with a boy
wrapped in a blanket.

Come on, Jimmie,
we're here.

There's the hospital.

You just hang on
for five minutes,

and you'll have
more doctors

around you
than you can count.

Louis Pasteur.

Bellinda Hospital.

You called the signals yourself.

What took you so long?
We've been here minutes,

and we took the back road

to get around
the roadblock.

You'll never make it.

Why don't you just go over
to the car and get in.

You must be out of your mind,

trying to get him back.

Right here
in the middle of town.

Tsk.

Dave, honey,
you worry too much.

Now, look at this boy.
Look at his color.

You know what that means?

So he's sleepy.

You see that door,
Jimmie?

That's a hospital.

Now, you go on and walk
right through that door.

Go on.

You're out of
your league.

Go on, Jimmie. Get
in the hospital. Go on!

Go on.

Well, what are you
waiting for? A red carpet?

Turned it off, Ralph.

You hear?
That big spotlight.

They turned it off.

You're not
a football hero anymore.

Face it.

Uh, why can't you face it?

Hey, I want you
to come with me.

You don't need me,
Jimmie.

Will I ever
see you again?

Yeah, sure you will.

Where's the boy?

The boy?

Come on.

He's in
the car.

He's in the trunk
of the car.

Come on, I'll
take you there.

He's a hemophiliac.

Internal bleeding.

Well, don't just
stand there, nurse.

Oh, MedicAlert. Yes, sir.

Jimmie. We got
them, you know.

They're in jail.

Yes, sir.

You'll be asked
to tell what happened.

Jimmie, this, um-
This doctor-

The one who
brought you here.

We can't find him.

What about the migrant camp?

We checked.

The name he used there
was a false one.

He's disappeared, son.

Can you, um...

Can tell us anything about him?

His-
His name?

No, sir.

I remember.

It's... Pas-teur.

Louis Pasteur.

Another path. Another road.

Roads that twist and wind

and lead nowhere.

Richard Kimble...

fugitive.