04x28 - The Shattered Silence

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Next, The Fugitive, in color.

Come on down!

There's no place to go.

A QM production.

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:

Laurence Naismith,

Antoinette Bower,

Paul Mantee.

For some people,

a railroad terminal
is a way station on a journey.

For Richard Kimble, the fugitive,
every escape route can be a trap,

every move an unforeseen step
toward capture.

- Morning.
- Morning.

How much for this?

Three dollars and a half?

- For a razor?
- What do you usually pay?

- Well, not much more than a dollar.
- A dollar it is, then.

I'd Like a bar of soap
and a couple of towels.

Uh, couple of those chocolate bars.

- How much will all that be?
- Dollar cents.

How Long have you worked here?

I'm just minding the place
for my brother.

He don't usually get anybody
at this hour.

All right, tell you what. I'll give you $
for all of this. Is that okay?

Sounds about right to me.

Here you go.

If you're interested
in the want ads, try The Courier.

The print's bigger.

- I already have a job.
- Too bad.

I'm Looking for a handyman.

Ten days' work at $ a day,
and all you can eat.

Thank you,
but I'm on my way to Oregon.

From where?

Olympia.

- You took the Long way around?
- I wanted to see some of the country.

Well, you've come
to the right locality for that.

That's one thing we have miles
and miles of.

I'll take this. Uh...

- It's marked $ .
- Ten dollars it is, then.

- Morning, Miss Cross.
- Morning, Sam. Any mail?

Oh, you got a whole week's worth.

Uh, I'll give you a ride to the bus stop
in Edgemont,

if you don't mind stopping by
my place for a moment.

- All right.
- Why the hesitation?

Are you afraid to accept a ride
from a strange woman?

Or is it because you're wondering why
I'd give a ride to a strange man?

- A little of both, I guess.
- Well, I trust my judgment.

I don't think you'll get out of Line,
because you're a gentleman.

And you can't rob me,
because I'm poor. Ha, ha.

- Thanks, Sam.
- Uh-huh.

Thank you.

Gas, electricity, New York lawyer,
New York mother.

I really do need help.

I'm opening an exhibition
of my ceramics a week from Saturday,

and I can't get the place
in shape by myself.

How about it?

- When do I start?
- Tomorrow morning.

I'll drive you out there now,
give you dinner and an advance,

and you can come back in
and get a room at the Pinedale Hotel.

All right, it's a deal.

Good. Sam, would you
ask your brother to call me

when he gets the new tile?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

We're pretty far from civilization
up here,

but if you wanna get away
from smog and traffic

and getting Lost in the crowd,
it's not a bad place to be.

Isn't it Lonely?

I've been alone in the big city
all my Life.

- Married?
- Mm-hm.

Four years. That was the loneliest.

Do you have a family in Portland?

No, just a job.

Did you ever have a family?

- Yes.
- What happened?

She d*ed.

You have company.

What are you doing in my house,
Robert?

Your door was unlocked.
One day, you're gonna come home

and find everything gone
but the wallpaper.

They're welcome to that too,
if it'll make them happy.

You were supposed to come down

and get your business license
renewed.

Come on, Robert,
this isn't an official visit.

You're driving your own car,
you're out of uniform,

so you're off duty.

- Uh, this is my friend--
KIMBLE: Ben Lewis.

Ben Lewis, Deputy Robert Howe.

- You a stranger in town?
- I just got here.

Got business here in town?

Robert, stop asking
so many questions.

Mr. Lewis is a friend of mine.

He's going to help me out
on the house.

Okay. Be seeing you.

He's jealous, but he'll get over it.

I'll send him a birthday card, I think.

It isn't really for two weeks,
but he's so wrapped up in being a cop,

he won't notice the difference.

I, uh, don't think I should stay.

Are you afraid of him
because he's a cop?

No.

Well, then Let’s have something to eat,
and I'll show you what's to be done.

How do you Like your cocoa?

I'll take it straight.

- You're a brave man.
- Yeah, well...

It's made from clean, uncut Brazil bean
and has a kick Like a mule.

I cut mine with a dash of cognac.

Well, you're a very, uh, hardy soul.

- Try to be stoical.
- Stoical.

Will you be able to drive me
to the Pinedale Hotel?

No such place.

Uh, the nearest hotel is in Bellman,
which is a hundred miles away.

You can stay right here
in the living room.

Why the story
about the Pinedale Hotel?

I was afraid I'd scare you
if I invited you into my house right off.

Some people have ideas
about these things.

- And you don't?
- I have my own ideas.

- But they're kind of different.
- For example?

Life is short, for one,

and you have to trust yourself
and what you feel about people.

- Andrea--
- No.

Uh, I know, I think,
what you're going to say:

that you're not what I think you are,

and that I don't know
anything about you.

Have you ever watched children
at play?

How they can take to each other
at first glance

and stay friends forever.

But we're not children, though.

That's a pity.

Drink your cocoa. It's bedtime.

Do you think
you can tuck yourself in?

I'll manage it.

Well, then I'll see you
in the morning.

Night.

Andrea?

Shh. You'll wake everyone.

What time is it?

It's : .

The rain woke me.

It's nice, isn't it?

Yes.

Do you want me to Leave?

No.

A five-state alarm has been issued

for the apprehension
of Richard Kimble,

a convicted m*rder*r.

The fugitive is thought to be
making his way

toward the Pinedale-Edgemont
area.

The fugitive,
wanted for the m*rder of his wife,

is feet, pounds, dark hair,
medium complexion,

and was last seen wearing
a white shirt and brown slacks.

In one moment,
the local weather picture.

Ben, are you Richard Kimble?

I heard it on the radio just now.
They're Looking for you.

Is it...?

Is it true what they said you did?

I was convicted for it.

- Is it true?
- No.

- What can I do?
- Nothing.

They know you're here.

They know you're in
the Pinedale-Edgemont district.

Robert-- Deputy Howe will be back.

- There a way out of here?
- Yes.

There's a road winding up
into the mountains that leads to a Lake.

You can take my car.
About a mile into the mountains,

you'll come to a turnout
over a -foot drop.

Send the car over the side.

By the time they get down there
to investigate, you can get away.

I can't do that to your car.

Be tough.
You've got to get out of here.

- Thanks, Andrea.
- Good Luck.

Calling Deputy Robert Howe.

This is Howe. What's up?

Kimble is believed headed
toward Ridge Road.

South entry blocked.

Continue to North entry
and establish block. Out.

Easy. Easy. Back. Back.

Easy.

Take it easy.

Relax.

Here Drink this.

Go on, drink it all.

- It was a hunting accident.
- Yeah. Sure.

And after you sh*t yourself,
you Lost your g*n in the woods.

Then, to make quite sure
you bled to death in style,

you took off your hunting clothes
and put on a white shirt and tie.

Looks Like a . caliber
police special.

Any good reason
why I shouldn’t turn you in?

- Are they still after you?
- I don't know.

Why are they after you?

Don't Lie to me, sir.

I found you on my Land.

- Why do they want you?
- If I'm intruding--

Oh, you're intruding, all right.

I'm just trying to figure out
the easiest way to get rid of you.

If you'll just show me
how to get off your Land...

After all the blood you've Lost,

you'd fall flat on your face
within a hundred yards,

and shall have to haul you
back here again.

I guess I should be grateful
that you're such a humanitarian.

There was a rabbi named Akiva,
a great Hebrew scholar.

Lived around about the time
of the second exile.

A lesser rabbi
named Ben Zoma wrote,

''When I die and go up to heaven,

God will not ask me,
'Why are you not Akiva?'

He will ask me,
'Why are you not Ben Zoma?'''

So I don't try to be a humanitarian
or anything else I'm not.

- Now what happens?
- Nothing happens now.

When your wound is healed,
you'll Leave.

Here

What is it?

Chockahaw stew.

Home-grown barley, wild berries,
thyme, thistle,

and a sh*t of corn liquor.

You're the first man besides myself
that has ever tasted it.

How come?

What you said
about my being an intruder.

You've been alone up here
for a Long while.

I made myself free of you
and your kind.

Free of the world.

Can you understand that?

I haven't laid eyes on a man

for years.

Are you sure you covered
that whole canyon?

All right.

No. Leave it there. We'll have the
laboratory man down in the morning.

Come in.

Hi, Robert.
Got here as fast as I could.

Mr. Jensen gave me a ride.

The wreckage crew got down
to your car, and Kimble wasn't in it.

Good for him.

- Kimble is a convicted m*rder*r.
- Well, now that you know he's alive,

you can hunt him down
and bring him to justice.

Andrea, we're not dealing
with Robin Hood.

- This man m*rder*d his wife.
- I don't believe that.

How could you possibly know?
You only knew him for one day.

Sometimes that is enough.

Yes, I guess it depends on how well
you got to know him.

Oh, Look, Robert,
you brought me down here.

- Where was Kimble heading?
- I don't know.

- You gave him your car.
- He took it.

Are you willing to swear
at a theft charge?

Oh, Robert, don't be silly.

If you wanna test my feelings for him,
well, just ask me.

Your feelings
are none of my business.

Evans Gambit.

Not bad.

Well, there's no way out.
You're beaten.

Well, the game's just begun.

That's the difference between
your world and mine.

Down there,
in what you call the real world,

you don't know
that Life is running out on you.

You waste what God gave you,
always thinking,

''It's just begun. It's just begun.''
And then it's ended.

And what did you ever have
or see or feel

or touch that's real?

There are many ways to Live.

Oh, I know. I know all about that.
I've Ivied those ways for years.

And what did you do?

I've forgotten those years.

- There's nothing you miss?
- I don't miss anything.

How can you miss something
when it's no Longer remembered?

What about companionship?

I've got all the companionship
I need.

Birds, the wild deer, my dogs,
forest, the mountains.

When I was young, I would’ve laughed
and thought a man crazy

who told me he talked to the trees
and the stones.

But I talk to them, and I Listen,

and they talk to me.

And what they have to say to me
is fresh and different each day.

Read Thoreau.
He'll tell you all about it.

And even Thoreau
didn't Leave the world forever.

He was in Walden for two years,
then he came back.

He wouldn’t have done that today.

He Ivied in a world that was still made
for men and not machines.

Do you think he would’ve allowed
himself to become a sl*ve to his car,

to his Lawyer,

to the things that run a man's Life
from sunup to sundown?

For years, I was one of them,
alone among them.

Then I came up here
and was born again.

I'm very grateful
for what you've done for me.

Don't thank me.
I didn't want you here.

I'll be Leaving tomorrow.

Well, uh, it's a Long...
It's rough country where you're going.

Besides, your arm isn't healed yet.

You shouldn’t be Leaving
for a day or two.

Well, I can't wait.

- There are things I have to do.
- That's what I mean.

You set yourself on the treadmill,
and you can't get off,

not even when your life's
in the balance.

You get caught up in the world
and its ways,

and you Let it ride you
right up to the end.

You Look at your watch,
and you see time flying,

and you ignore eternity
all around you.

It would take a very unusual man
to be able to handle

something as big as eternity.

I want you to know
I appreciate what you did for me.

No more than I'd do for a bird
with a broken wing.

Well, the bird would be grateful.

Thank you.

- Thought you were going.
- I was. Could you call off your dogs?

Certainly.

What's the matter with you?

Mr. Lewis has got a Long way to go,
so you better get out of the way.

Well, I don't know
what's bothering them.

What's that?

Oh, I see. They want you to stay.

They don't want you to Leave
until your wound's healed.

When they feel as strongly as that
about anything,

even I don't cross them.
So we better get inside.

What are you trying to do?
Keep me prisoner here?

Well, now,
that's Looking on the negative side.

- Well, what's the point, John?
- I told you, you're not fit to travel.

When you're ready to go,
you'll go by night

and be five miles past my place
by daybreak.

Go now by day, and,
weak as you are, you'll get caught.

- I'll take that chance.
- Well, I won't.

If you're caught near here,
they'll start asking questions,

and sooner or Later,
they'll come to me.

Then I shall have to go down there
with them.

- Do you know what that means?
- That--

- The end of my Life.
- Doesn't make any sense, John.

The Longer I stay in this county,

the Longer they'll be able
to track me here.

What are you gonna say
if they find me here?

- I'll worry about that.
- I'm sorry. It's my decision.

All right, go ahead.
As a matter of fact,

we were going to get some rabbits
for dinner.

Well, if I'm too sick to travel,
I suppose I'm too sick to go hunting.

Wrong on two counts, Mr. Lewis.
Didn't say we were going hunting.

I trap my food.
My g*n is mainly for self-defense.

- You said two counts.
- Ah, yes.

That's right.
When I said we were going,

I meant the dogs and myself.

Of course, I shall expect you
to be here when we get back.

In case you've forgotten,
we've, uh, got a chess game to finish.

Kimble must be Long gone
out of our territory by now.

I think we're wasting our time.

Do you have something more pressing
on your mind?

I mean, have we got
a Local crime wave

that I haven't heard anything about?

Call the main station in Edgemont.
Have them maintain their patrols

on our side of the mountain
for another few days.

Edgemont. Edgemont station.
This is Pinedale.

Looks as though Ben has Left us.

And after you telling him not to Leave
till his wound was healed.

Well, we better go
and bring him back.

Easy, now! Take your time.

There's no hurry at all.

Pepper.

Come on down!

There's no place to go.

Why did you take me in
in the first place?

Because you needed help.

Why didn't you give me that help
and then send me on my way?

I had my reasons.

The reasons are that you're Lonely,
Mallory.

For someone to talk to,
anyone to talk to.

I never needed anyone but myself.

And Look what you've become:
a stir-crazy old man

chasing another human being
around the countryside

with a shotgun
because you can't stand to be alone.

There's planting to do tomorrow.
You can help me if you Like.

Do you good to get down to the earth,
plant your own food.

This cold night air.

You can do me a favor.

Take some of the smoked meat
out to the dogs.

Thanks. That'll get me fixed up
in no time.

You're running a high fever, Mallory.

I ran a temperature of once.

Got it down in a night.
Hot water and elderberry herbs.

Your thermometer
was probably out of whack.

You're a sick man. You have
a severe pulmonary infection.

You need a doctor.

I've got nothing but a cold.

Besides, no doctor's gonna make
any house calls up here.

- Then I'll go get some medicines.
- And run off?

You'll have to think of something
better than that.

Mallory, you're a -year-oId man.

That infection's worse
than it was Last night.

It'll be even worse tonight.

- How do you know so much about it?
- I'm a doctor.

Police don't go chasing doctors
through woods.

They do
when they're wanted for m*rder.

That means nothing to me.

What it means is
I'm putting my Life in your hands.

I've seen things Like this before.
I know what I'm talking about.

You need medicines,
new medicines.

Medicines you know nothing about.
If you don't get them, you'll die.

That's a fine story.

When I feel better,
you can tell me another.

MALLORY:
Ben.

Yes?

Sounds Like the dogs are hungry.

You been feeding them on time?

Yeah, I've been feeding them
on time.

I don't know what's got into them.

I don't know.

I can't see the truck from here.

Ben. Ben.

I'm here.

- That's cold.
- It'll make you feel better.

It's cold. Get the fire going.

Mallory, Let me get
those medicines.

You sure you've been feeding
those dogs?

Yes.

You're a good fella, Ben.
You're a good fella.

Go make yourself some herb tea.

It'll save you from catching cold.

We'll go fishing tomorrow.

Fishing.

Ah, I-- I know where...

I know where...

Nellie?

Nellie?

I know...

Come in.

What are you doing here?

- I need a doctor.
- What happened? You didn't go over

- the side with the car?
- It's not for me.

For who?
You should’ve been over the mountain

and halfway to California by now.

I sort of got detoured, and I ran into
this old man in the mountains.

He's sick. He needs help.

- You ran into old Mr. Mallory?
- Yeah.

From the stories I hear,
you're Lucky to be here.

- He saved my Life.
- What do you wanna do?

- Get a doctor up there.
- Oh, boy.

You've chosen a bad time.
We haven't got a doctor in Pinedale.

The one we have rides circuit
over the whole country.

He's in Bellman now.
That's a hundred miles away.

Is there a pharmacy here?

Well, Kugler's won't open
for another few hours.

Mr. Kugler Lives
in the back of the store.

- What's the address?
- I'll come with you.

- Well, what's the emergency?
- I'll Let him tell you.

Mr. Mallory, the old man
that Lives up in the hills, he's sick.

Well, he's running a high fever.
I think it's a pulmonary infection.

He won't come out
of the mountains.

If he doesn't get antibiotics,
I think he might die.

Doctor's off at Bellman.
Should be back Monday or Tuesday.

Mr. Kugler, we can't wait
until Monday or Tuesday.

- That's why we came to you.
- What do you want me to do?

Take the dr*gs up there to him.

It's against the Law.

Mr. Kugler, you're the closest thing
we have to a doctor,

and a man's Life is in danger.

All right, I'm willing to Let you have
the medicines, if you'll sign for them.

But nobody's gonna get me
to go up there.

That old hermit's touched in the head.
Everybody knows that.

Can't get near the cabin.

Last year, the Frederickson boy
strayed up there,

and those dogs nearly k*lled him.

You give us the dr*gs,
and I'll take it up to him.

Ben, I'll go. Is that all right?

Well, if you're fool enough.
It's none of my business.

Andrea, he's right.
It's too dangerous. Uh, you stay here.

- What about you?
- The dogs know me.

- They won't hurt me.
- Not unless Mallory tells them to.

He won't tell them to.
He's a sick man.

What about the police?

They Lost you once. They're not going
to Let you get away again.

He saved my Life. I can't Let him die.

Here are some antibiotics.

Give him two pills right off,
and one every three hours.

I put in something for the pain.

I'm really sticking my neck out.

- I'll need your signature.
- I'll sign it.

- Would you put them on my account?
- Yeah.

Thank you, Mr. Kugler.

I wish you'd Let me go with you.

I won't be coming back, Andrea.

I don't believe that.

I'll expect to have you

come pounding at my door someday
at in the morning.

I told you I'd track you down.

You didn't track me down.
I was in town. I came back.

You're Lying.

You tricked me,
and you did the same for my dogs.

Now I'm gonna turn them Loose.

Wait a minute.

Here

Medicine.

Why?

Why didn't you keep going on?

The same reason you helped me.

All right. All right.

Robert. Glad you could come.

- Where is he, Andrea?
- Who?

Got a call from Kugler this morning.

Said a man
answering Kimble's description

came in for some medication.

- He must be ill.
- Well, then maybe he'll die,

and you'll have
all your problems solved.

Kugler said he told some wild story
about needing the medication

for old man Mallory.

That's silly, isn't it?

No one can get near
the old man's cabin.

Maybe it's not so silly.

Maybe he was telling the truth.

- Are you going up there?
- Yes.

- I'm going with you.
- No, you're not.

If he's there, there may be trouble.

If you don't take me,
I'll go on my own.

Okay.

Take one of these three times a day
until the fever's completely gone.

Which means you're Leaving?

Well, if you want to go,
I can't stop you.

The pharmacist
may have called police.

If he did, they'll be coming up here.

There are a hundred places
I could show you.

They'd never find you.

I have an appointment to keep.

You want to clear yourself, eh?

For what?

The good opinion of men?

- I want to stop running.
- That's where you're wrong.

You'll find another excuse.

You'll never stop running.

You'll be Like the rest of them,
on the treadmill until you die.

Here, you could have beauty

outside your own door.

Fulfillment in every grain of wheat
you plant and harvest.

A chance to be at peace
with your own soul.

- And Loneliness.
- Yes.

And Loneliness.

But it's a small price to pay.

There's somebody coming.
Hand me my boots.

You stay where you are, sheriff.

We're going into your cabin,
Mr. Mallory.

Pull your dogs aside.

The only place you're going
is back to where you came.

It's no use, Mallory.
We know he's in there.

There's no one in there.
I'm a mad hermit, sheriff.

Mad hermits
don't have house guests.

- By definition.
- Then why not Let us in?

What are you protecting in there?

My privacy.

Mr. Mallory, I don't wanna hurt you
or your dogs,

but we're going into that cabin.

I've told you, sheriff,
he didn't give me his Life story,

and he didn't Leave
a forwarding address.

Ah, what about you, Andrea?
You knew he was a fugitive.

The first time,
you told me he was an old friend.

- What's your story this time?
- Robert, you're not being a gentleman.

I'm a Law officer.

Then you ought to change professions,
because it's making you a bore.

There is nothing boring
about m*rder

or about helping a m*rder*r
escape justice.

What do you wanna do,
send me to jail?

Would that satisfy
your sense of justice?

All right, Let’s go into Bellman
and get the doctor. Andrea.

You go. I'll wait here for the doctor.

I know you mean well, young lady,

but I've always managed
to Look after myself.

- Thank you.
- Mr. Mallory, I've always been a girl

who knows when she's not wanted,
and it's never stopped me.

Robert.

Now, Mr. Mallory,
where do you keep your cocoa?

A fugitive is a man in exile.

A woman's love
can remain with him

only long enough
to remind him of his loss.

For Richard Kimble,
it is the price of freedom.