"( dramatic theme playing )" "I sure wouldn't want one of our guests to get in trouble." "Where'd you say you were working?" "Uh, Acorn Falls." "The new sawmill." "You know, I could have sworn that sawmill was shut down for the weekend." "Yeah, well, it is, but they gave me a little, you know, extra employment." "Well, why don't we give them a call." "Well, that's not necessary." "I..." "Whatever you say." "( hangs up phone )" "I just want you to know I'm here to help the prisoners all I can, Mister, uh..." "Mister...?" "Watkins." "Oh, yeah, Mr. Watkins." "Mr. Watkins." "You spell that with one L or two?" "( dramatic theme playing )" "NARRATOR:" "( dramatic theme playing )" "A QM Production." "Starring David Janssen as Dr. Richard Kimble." "An innocent victim of blind justice, falsely convicted for the murder 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." "ANNOUNCER:" "The guest stars in tonight's story:" "Earl Holliman." "Collin Wilcox." "Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard." "ANNOUNCER:" "( dramatic theme playing )" "Sergeant Tobias?" "That's right." "Lieutenant Gerard." "Indiana's a long way, lieutenant." "I wish we could have delivered the man we promised." "Yeah, so do I. Any new developments?" "Last report was about 8:45 this morning." "Kimble was going to work at the stockyards, saw the arresting officers and took off." "Eight forty-five is about two hours ago." "He can't go far in two hours." "You don't know Kimble." "Well, we've, uh, got all the highways blocked." "That's not enough." "What about the towns around here?" "Well, our jurisdiction doesn't include incorporated areas, but we've sent bulletins to all the local police." "Which ones?" "Acorn Falls." "Drover City." "Westlake Center." "Mind if I pay them a visit?" "I want them to know the kind of man they're dealing with." "Meaning you, or Richard Kimble?" "Perhaps both." "( dramatic theme playing )" "( engine starting )" "( bell rings )" "( laughs )" "NARRATOR:" "In a civilized society, a network of laws protects man against his own brutality, but for Richard Kimble, living outside the law, the civilized world has become a jungle." "His only protection is his animal instinct." "His will to survive." "But always there is the hunter." "Even here in Drover City, Montana." "( bell rings )" "( cap gun snaps )" "( laughter and indistinct chattering )" "( band music playing )" "Hey, mister." "You're under arrest." "( suspenseful theme playing ) MAN:" "Hey, come here." "Come here!" "MAN:" "Hey!" "Hey, boy!" "Hey." "Hey, hey, hey." "( both whoop and scream )" "I got it!" "I got it!" "Yeah!" "Woo-hoo!" "I got it, yeah!" "( all yelling indistinctly )" "Hey, hold it." "Hold it!" "This one's mine." "Who says?" "I did." "I'm the one who put the iron on him on the midway." "Well, he's wearing my rope and that makes him my prisoner." "( car horn honks )" "Here comes the sheriff right now and we gonna let him decide." "I'm gonna tell you that." "Hey, sheriff!" "These vigilantes are trying to take my prisoner." "What are you trying to do, hurt somebody?" "Come on, now." "Let him decide it." "They're trying to take my prisoner from me." "Let's act like gents..." "Hank lost him" "These vigilantes are trying to take my prisoner from me." "Does it make any difference to you who takes you prisoner?" "I don't even know what the charges are." "What, are you new in town?" "Yeah, I'm just passing through." "Get the rope off the man, will you, Roy?" "Wally?" "Oh." "What's your name?" "Watkins." "Bill Watkins." "You see, Mr. Watkins, during Vigilante Round-Up Week, we got us a special law here in Drover City." "Anybody who's not wearing Western duds is treated like an outlaw and renegade." "I didn't know." "SHERIFF:" "Yeah, it's kind of a game we play." "You see, the vigilante who corrals the most outlaws, he wins himself a pot of prizes." "Well, look, if it's a game, I..." "I'd appreciate it if you'd let me go." "I got a new job to get to." "I tell you what, the best donation to the Marshal's pension fund wins the argument." "How's that?" "I don't think that's fair." "I'll donate 5 bucks." "Five bucks, huh?" "Oh, come on." "Well, I think your job's worth more than that, isn't it, Mr. Watkins?" "Yeah, I know, but I've only got about 3 bucks on me, you know." "Three bucks, huh?" "Hank, what about you?" "Come on, you're my deputy." "Part of this fund's for you." "I'll bet it is." "There's 6 bucks and that's all I'm gonna give." "Here's 3 more." "That" " That makes it 8." "That's all I got." "Hank?" "That ain't fair, Charley." "There's your 5 bucks, Hank." "I tell you what, here's a couple of bucks more." "Why don't you go buy some beers courtesy of the pension fund." "Guess he's all yours, Roy." "You just take good care of Mr. Watkins now, you hear?" "What about my job, uh, sheriff?" "I tell you what, you go down to Vigilante Headquarters." "You give them a call." "They'll understand." "Wha--?" "Wait a minute." "What is Vigilante Headquarters?" "The school cafeteria." "That's where we keep the prisoners." "You got any trouble, uh, tell your boss to call me." "Marshal Charley Judd." "No, that-- That's easy enough." "Doesn't matter." "Yeah." "Yeah." "No, that's all right." "Yeah, yeah." "That's easy." "Yeah." "Yeah." "All right, yeah." "You come to make a donation?" "Uh, no, thank you." "That cell there, that's the only thing that was left when Slade's buddies broke in and burnt down the jail." "Yeah." "Are you--?" "You know that happened 100 years ago?" "Are you the marshal?" "Uh-uh." "I'm his deputy." "Can I help you?" "Police business." "Where can I find the marshal?" "Well, I just left him at the rodeo arena but he's not there now." "Can you find him for me?" "Why don't you sit down awhile?" "He'll be back sooner or later." "This is very important." "I don't have much time, so I'd appreciate it if you'd" "Well, then, uh, try the high school cafeteria." "That's, uh, Vigilante Headquarters." "His girlfriend, that's, uh, her picture there." "She's a hostess there." "Where is that?" "Oh, it's just a couple blocks down the street." "You can't miss it." "Hey, lieutenant, hold it." "I better go with you." "Dressed like that you're liable to end up a prisoner." "( chuckles )" "( calliope music playing ) ( indistinct chattering )" "(upbeat rock music playing)" "Is this coffee still hot?" "We don't have enough sandwiches..." "MAN:" "I got me another one!" "Another outlaw?" "Hey, Laura." "Got him a pride." "Put his name on the tag, Laura." "Mr. Watkins, Laura McElvey." "She's one of our jailers." "Hello, Mr. Watkins, welcome to your jail." "How's for some pie, Laura?" "Help yourself, Roy." "Excuse me, I'm afraid this makes you an official prisoner, Mr. Watkins." "For how long?" "Well, just till 6:00." "Look, I have to leave town before that." "Could be worse, Mr. Watkins, you might've been sentenced to live here." "Come on, I'll get you some coffee." "( indistinct chattering )" "Black?" "I have to be in Acorn Falls, uh..." "A new job." "Did you tell Roy or the marshal that?" "They didn't seem to think it was important." "No." "It's not." "Not compared to 48 hours of games." "Would you like to sit down over here?" "You see, Mr. Watkins, they're very serious about this business." "Thank you." "About 100 years ago the vigilantes drove all the outlaws out of Drover City." "But nowadays, it's a chamber of commerce affair and the vigilantes are elected in a popularity contest, and then the vigilante who captures the most outlaws becomes the chief vigilante." "And he gets free drinks and free dinners, free tickets to the carnival, his picture in the local newspaper." "You don't approve?" "Grown men and women dressed up in cowboy outfits playing cops and robbers." "Uh, you wouldn't mind then if I just disappeared." "They'd mind, Mr. Watkins." "Like it or not, I have to live here." "I'm part of all this." "( dramatic theme playing )" "There's another outlaw." "Boys." "MAN:" "Hey, Roy." "Hank's caught himself a prisoner." "Come on, let's give him a bad time." "Watkins, you're about to spill your coffee." "( upbeat rock music playing)" "( indistinct chattering )" "Attaboy, Hank." "You finally got yourself a prisoner, huh?" "Got yourself a live one, eh, Hank?" "This is business." "The lieutenant here is from Indiana." "Will you excuse me?" "Mr. Watkins, that's the kitchen." "I'm just looking for a phone." "There's one here in the office you can use." "Thank you." "Now, lieutenant, you go in there and ask for Laura McElvey and uh, if the marshal isn't in there with her, she'll know where he's at." "All right, thanks." "Wait, wait, mister, now." "Wait a minute." "Wait a minute." "Now, those city clothes sure make you look like a real outlaw, right?" "Right." "How do we know for sure you're a real policeman?" "Hey!" "Mm-hm." "( door opens )" "I thought you might need the directory." "Got me another one!" "Hey, Laura!" "Laura, this policeman's looking for your boyfriend." "Uh, Miss McElvey, I'm Lieutenant Gerard." "The deputy told me I might find the marshal here." "LAURA:" "I'm sorry, Lieutenant Gerard," "I haven't seen him since this morning." "May I get you some coffee?" "The way Charley tells it, she sees him every morning." "Why not?" "He's gonna marry her, isn't he?" "Sure he is." "At least that's what folks been saying for years now." "Gotta be a fact." "I'm sorry." "Thank you." "Lieutenant, if the marshal wasn't in his office," "I'm sure he'll be checking in soon." "Why don't you wait there?" "GERARD:" "Right." "I got a present for you, lieutenant." "You are now my prisoner." "What is this nonsense?" "It's no nonsense." "You're my prisoner." "There's nothing in the rules says a policeman can't be a renegade." "Roy, leave him alone." "Oh, come on, Laura, I need all the points I can get." "I said leave him alone." "He'll just walk out there and somebody else'll grab him." "That's right." "Lieutenant Gerard, wear this, so the boys won't bother you." "Hey, why don't you wear Wally's?" "I think it'd fit you a whole lot better, lieutenant." "Thank you." "Yes." "Laura, if you could catch a man that easy, would you let him go?" "Oh, Roy, shut up." "Please, shut up." "Well, he sure looks familiar, lieutenant," "I've seen him someplace." "Yeah?" "Where?" "Where have you seen him?" "Well, now...." "I don't know." "Newspaper." "Pictures maybe, or mug shots." "I" " I can't say, but I" "May I keep this?" "Yeah, sure." "Take another one for your deputy." "Thanks." "Yes, this Kimble is a desperate man." "Clever, resourceful." "Courageous even." "He sure must mean a lot to you, lieutenant." "I mean, coming all the way from Indiana just for him." "( sighs )" "Well, the man's my responsibility." "It's my job to find him." "I'm sure you'd do the same." "( chuckles )" "Well, I don't get too much fun out of traveling." "I'm not sure fun has much to do with it, marshal." "A police officer has an obligation to the law." "Ahem." "Well, the way I look at it, most of the people who make the laws aren't exactly perfect, you know, so I figure that the laws can't be too perfect." "Maybe every once in a while they deserves to get broken." "Care for a belt?" "It's pretty good booze." "No, thanks." "Anyway, I'd, uh-- I'd sooner let the courts make those judgments for me." "( ice clanging in glass )" "What do they know about booze?" "I was talking about your evaluations of the law." "I find them questionable to say the least." "Well, I guess that depends on your outlook, lieutenant." "Let me tell you something." "A few years ago I came back from Korea." "I was a-- I was a big hero." "I had a lot of medals and a hunk of shrapnel in my leg." "But I had no job, no money." "I had nothing." "Well, the good people in this town made me their marshal." "I mean, it don't pay much but it's" "Well, it's steady." "I'm grateful to these people, lieutenant, I really am." "So when one of them gets himself in trouble, well, I consider him first and the law later." "And how would you consider a man like Richard Kimble?" "Well, I can't say." "I guess I'd have to get to know him first." "Well, if you happen to stumble across any leads, you can reach me through the state police." "Sure thing, lieutenant." "Sorry you can't stay around for the round-up, but I guess a lawman like you, you must cover a lot of territory, huh?" "Well, I might just, uh, stay in town for a while, if you wouldn't mind." "Well, if you get hungry, the Saddle Horn Café down here has a chicken-fried steak for a $1.10." "Hey, wait a minute." "You sure don't want to forget that." "( ominous theme playing )" "Thank you." "( upbeat rock music playing ) ( people chattering )" "Mm." "Man, Laura." "You make a mean pie." "If you weren't spoken for, I'd marry you right now." "Careful, Roy, Charley just might let you do that." "Hey, uh, they never quit, do they?" "No." "Sometimes I feel just like taking a train out of here to anyplace." "Why don't you?" "Because anyplace is a pretty cold place." "Besides, I have a fiancé." "I'm waiting to get married." "Hey, watch that tummy there, boy." "Hey, Ben." "Sharon." "Hey, marshal, there's a policeman from Indiana looking for you." "Oh?" "I'm not hard to find." "Hey, how's my best girl?" "Charley, I'd like to speak to you for a minute" "Later, sweetheart." "Sure." "Well, who put the bur under her tail?" "They've been giving her a hard time about your engagement." "Oh, they, uh" " They're always kidding around about something." "Say, uh, how'd you make out on your phone call?" "Not so good." "I don't show up, I don't have a job." "Well, come on, I'll call them myself." "Come on, there's a phone right here in the office." "I sure wouldn't want one of our guests to get in trouble." "Where'd you say you were working?" "Uh, Acorn Falls." "The new sawmill." "You know, I could have sworn that sawmill was shut down for the weekend." "Yeah, well, it is, but they gave me a little, you know, extra employment." "Well, why don't we give them a call." "Well, that's not necessary." "I" "Whatever you say." "I just want you to know I'm here to help the prisoners all I can," "Mister, uh" " Mister...?" "Watkins." "Oh, yeah," "Mr. Watkins." "Mr. Watkins." "You spell that with one L or two?" "You know, I bet I got you mixed up with somebody else." "You see, there used to be a doctor around town for a while." "He sure looked a lot like you." "What was his name?" "Um, let me see." "Uh..." "Richard something." "Uh..." "Kimble." "That was it." "Dr. Richard Kimble." "He was the spitting image of you." "I got a picture of him here." "You know something," "I could almost swear that you and him were twins." "You got a twin, Mr. Watkins?" "Of course, this picture don't flatter neither one of you too much." "I'll have some new ones made." "Well, I don't think you have to." "This Lieutenant Gerard seems to have plenty of them." "You know, I get the feeling that you're a big man in his life." "How come?" "I mean, you're not the only murderer running loose." "How come, uh, he wants you so bad?" "He's dedicated." "He didn't follow you across four states out of dedication." "You figure it out." "No, I want to hear how you figure it." "I don't know." "What difference does it make?" "Well, it could make a lot of difference." "I mean, just how big is the reward, Kimble?" "What reward?" "Don't give me that." "I'd be willing to bet my badge there's a price on your head." "Did he tell you that?" "Are you kidding?" "I know his type." "He's not about to split the take with anybody." "You know, he's the kind of cop I can't stand, Kimble." "Spouting all that righteous poetry about the" "The law and the obligations of the police officer, and all the time he's planning to cash a man's life in like an empty pop bottle." "Well, maybe he thinks he's entitled." "It's like you and your pension fund." "He makes a lot more dough than I do, Kimble." "Why should he cash in at all?" "On your feet." "Come on." "( ominous theme playing )" "Sorry to do this to you, Kimble." "I can't afford to let a good thing go." "Hey, Laura, come in here a minute, will you?" "This is a wonderful girl, Kimble." "She'd walk through fire and brimstone for me." "Charley, what is it?" "His real name is Kimble, honey." "He's wanted for murder." "For murder?" "Mm-hm." "He had me fooled for a while too." "Don't fret about it." "His reward's gonna pay for our wedding." "We just got a couple of things to do before we collect, that's all." "Have a happy wedding, Miss McElvey." "( ominous theme playing )" "Pay no attention to him, honey." "He's a sore loser." "( calliope music playing distantly )" "Charley, do you have to turn him in?" "He seems so decent." "Decent?" "Honey, this man is an out-and-out wife-killer." "Look." "Look at that." "The only problem is I can't leave him in that cafeteria." "Somebody's liable to walk in and recognize him and start asking questions." "And I can't lock him up in a cell, not until this Gerard's out of town." "Charley, what are you talking about?" "Gerard could walk into my office, see Kimble and demand half our wedding money." "Uh-uh." "I gotta be sure he's gone before" "Charley, starting our marriage out on that kind of money" "That kind of money, Laura, can buy us a fancy wedding and a fancier honeymoon." "If the reward's big enough, we may even be able to move away from this town." "That's what you want, isn't it?" "Suppose-- Suppose there wasn't a reward?" "Would you still turn him in?" "Honey, it's my job." "I got an obligation to the law, you know that." "I just wanna do it my way, but I gotta get rid of Gerard first." "And I need your help, Laura." "Why?" "I mean, why me?" "Because I can't be seen with him." "You're the only one I can trust." "There's no reason to cut Hank in on this thing." "It's wrong." "Haven't you been listening to me?" "This is for us." "This is it." "That day we always talked about." "Yes, we've talked it to death." "Don't I know that, Laura?" "But this is different, honey." "This time we got it all." "Oh, come here." "Okay, now." "What are you so worried about?" "Chicken-fried steak and coffee." "Thank you." "Hi, lieutenant." "Did you find the marshal yet?" "Yeah, about 20 minutes ago." "Any other police officer would have his whole force alerted by now." "What for?" "You mean he didn't tell you?" "There's a manhunt in progress for Richard Kimble." "Your marshal ought to put you to work on it." "What'd you say his name was?" "Richard Kimble." "Wanted for murder." "May be in this area." "Well, he's right here in this town." "I've seen him." "You've seen him?" "Yeah, the Vigilantes got him over at the school cafeteria." "Does Marshal Judd know about this?" "Yeah, he knows it." "He's the one that sent him there." "Must have slipped his mind." "You know, Mr. Kimble," "I figured you were in some kind of trouble, but a murderer..." "Would you believe me if I said I wasn't?" "I" "I don't know." "I'd like to believe you." "Why'd you come back here?" "Well, you see, Mr. Kimble," "Charley wanted me to hide you away in more comfortable quarters." "Well, you tell Charley I'm very comfortable right here." "No, I mean, he wanted to keep you a secret until Lieutenant Gerard was out of town." "Well, he really must want that reward." "Yes, he does." "A lot more than he should." "Mr. Kimble, what I'm going to do" "I'm doing only for myself." "You've heard them making jokes about Charley and me." "I know what Charley's like." "I'm getting a little too old to be coy about it and if Charley gets his hands on that reward money, it's gonna be the last I'll ever see of him." "That'd really give them something to laugh about, wouldn't it?" "I can't let that happen." "I don't think I could take any more of their bad jokes." "I'm gonna let you go." "You're not afraid?" "Charley gave me a-- A gun to use." "I don't plan to use it." "I'm trusting you, Mr. Kimble." "You're gonna have to trust me a little." "I'm gonna hide you someplace until it gets dark." "I" " I think you better wear that hat." "And you better take off your vigilante sticker." "We're gonna go out the back door." "Wait here." "I'll bring my car around and pick you up." "I'm grateful for what you've done, but this makes you an accessory." "Please, don't be grateful." "I told you before I'm not doing it for you." "Hey, lieutenant, you come back to surrender?" "Where's Richard Kimble?" "Who?" "He means Watkins." "He's in the office making a phone call." "Hey" " Hey, what's going on?" "These your marshal's, these cuffs?" "Yeah, it looks like them." "Yeah, that's what I called about, sarge." "Yeah." "Listen, I was just talking to a guy, he says he spotted Kimble over in Acorn Falls near the new sawmill." "That's right." "Hey, that, uh" "That Lieutenant Gerard has a radio in his car, doesn't he?" "Well, if I were you, I'd let him know about this right away." "He's gonna want to be in Acorn Falls when you grab this guy." "Say, sarge, by the way, what's, uh--?" "What's the, uh, reward on this guy's capture, you know?" "Well, why don't you find out for me, okay?" "We may make a few bucks on this thing." "Right." "MAN ( over radio ):" "Calling car 7-4." "Car 7-4, come in, please." "Seven-four here." "MAN:" "We just got a report, lieutenant." "Kimble's been spotted over in Acorn Falls." "Acorn Falls?" "How far is that from Drover City?" "MAN:" "About 12 miles." "Where'd the report come from?" "MAN:" "Drover City." "The marshal called in and reported it." "The marshal is a liar, sergeant." "Kimble's still in Drover City." "( engine starting )" "( tires screeching )" "( dramatic theme playing )" "Mr. Kimble." "In here." "Till it's dark." "It's clear." "Come on." "( ominous theme playing )" "In the cell over there, Mr. Kimble." "No." "Don't test me, please." "( mellow theme playing )" "Miss McElvey." "A wedding drink, huh?" "Would you tell me something?" "Why the deception?" "Why didn't you just, uh, keep that gun on me all the time?" "Oh." "Well, Charley thought it would be safer if you thought I was on your side." "Charley is a great gambler." "What do you mean?" "Well, he did gamble." "His reward against your life." "Mr. Kimble..." "If it's any consolation to you," "Charley's not gonna grab the reward and disappear." "What are you talking about?" "There's no reward." "Of course there's a reward." "That's why Charley went through all this." "What about you?" "Because Charley wanted me to." "And Charley's what I want." "You sell yourself short." "You deserve more." "Mr. Kimble." "Do you think you're in a position to pass judgment on him?" "Not on him." "On you." "( footsteps approaching )" "Charley?" "( suspenseful theme playing )" "I'm looking for him too, Miss." "Where is he?" "Well, I" " I don't know, Lieutenant Gerard," "I" " I thought he was with you." "He might be on the, uh, carnival midway making his rounds." "Miss McElvey, since the first moment I arrived in this town" "I've been sent on one fool's errand after another." "I'm getting a little tired of it." "I'm sorry, Lieutenant Gerard." "Could I help?" "I mean, could I take any messages, in case he calls?" "Yes." "You can warn the marshal that I intend to file charges against him." "What charges?" "Impeding justice, dispensing false information to fellow police officers." "Lieutenant Gerard," "I'm sure Charley wouldn't do anything like that." "There must have been some mistake." "The only mistake, Miss McElvey, was giving him that badge in the first place." "I can promise you he won't have it much longer." "( door closes)" "KIMBLE:" "Miss McElvey." "I heard what Gerard said." "He hasn't got much of a case." "He seems to think he has." "No witnesses." "What about Hank, Charley's deputy?" "Well, he's never seen me in custody." "No one has." "Charley made sure of that." "And you're not going to testify." "Well, of course not, but they can make me testify." "Not if you're married." "Oh, I hadn't thought of that." "No worries." "You're the only witness who can help Gerard and you're not available." "What about you?" "No, Charley will say that I" "I was there, he was holding me in custody for Gerard, something like that." "N-no, I mean" "I mean, they can make you testify." "Hm." "You're right." "I..." "I wish to heaven you'd never come to this town." "I am sorry I complicated things for you." "( people chattering indistinctly )" "Hey, lieutenant, I've been looking all over for you." "Say, I got a report they spotted Kimble over in Acorn Falls." "You're a liar, Judd." "You knew he was in the cafeteria when I showed you his picture." "Now, where'd you get a crazy idea like that?" "From your deputy." "And the handcuffs you left in the cafeteria office." "If you're trying to protect Kimble" "Look, just, uh, calm down, will you?" "I mean, uh, come on over here a minute." "I got Kimble safe and sound." "He's all yours." "But the reward's all mine." "Fair enough?" "What reward?" "Don't give me that, lieutenant." "Now I'm willing to be fair about this." "You want Kimble?" "You can have him." "You want the publicity?" "It's all yours." "All I want's the price on his head." "Keep it up, Judd." "You're making my job a whole lot easier." "What kind of talk is that?" "I've already got more charges against you than you can spell." "Lies, false information, conspiracy." "Okay, just take it easy, will you?" "We'll split the reward right down the middle." "Remember, it's me that's got Kimble." "You never give up, do you?" "Well, you better have Kimble in custody, Judd, because you maybe can lie your way out of some of these charges, but aiding and abetting a convicted murderer," "I could really make that stick." "( phone rings )" "Hello, marshal's office." "State police, yes." "No, the marshal isn't in right now." "May I take a message?" "There's no what?" "Are you--?" "Are you sure about that?" "I mean, the marshal was so positive there w" "Yes." "Yes, thank you, I'll-- I'll tell him." "( dramatic theme playing )" "Mr. Kimble." "I'm letting you go." "Well, what gamble are we going to play now?" "No games." "I'm turning you loose." "No reward." "That isn't the reason and I think you know it." "You're protecting the marshal." "Yes, yes, I'm protecting the marshal." "Mr. Kimble I know he cheats and he lies and he makes a fool out of me but Charley Judd is all I've got and I can't let you destroy him." "Now go on." "( people yelling and whooping indistinctly )" "( all yelling indistinctly )" "( whispering ):" "Mr. Kimble, in the back seat of my car." "MAN:" "Hey, marshal!" "Hey, baby!" "Laura, honey, this lieutenant's got some hard-nosed ideas about me." "I figure a look at Kimble might soften him up." "He's right in here, lieutenant." "I hope so." "n your feet, Kimble." "We" "Is this another one of your jokes, marshal?" "I swear to you, lieutenant, Kimble was" "Honey, I" "Honey, listen, Mr. Kimble was here" "Where is he, Laura?" "Where?" "Charley, I had to let him go," "I-- You had to let him go?" "What are you talking about, "you had to let him go"?" "That don't make sense, Laura." "You know what he's doing in there right now?" "He's gonna get my badge taken away from me." "He's gonna send me to jail." "That's why I let Kimble go, Charley." "I did it for you." "What--?" "What do you mean you did it for me?" "You are a used-up old maid who couldn't do nothing for nobody." "Now, start talking sense." "Charley, I did it for you, don't you understand?" "Don't you understand?" "Gerard doesn't have a case without Kimble." "He doesn't have any witnesses." "Charley, I did it for you." "The highway patrol's on the way." "Meanwhile, consider yourself under arrest." "Hold on, lieutenant," "I want to hear the charges." "Well, we can start with aiding and abetting and work our way down to just plain bad cop." "You can't prove that." "You see, without Kimble, you got no witnesses." "Will you testify, Miss McElvey?" "Of course, she's not gonna testify against me." "JUDD:" "Tell him, honey." "Laura?" "Look, Laura, I know I deserve it after what I just did in there, but I was scared, honey." "That's all." "I guess it don't mean much, me saying I'm sorry again, but" " But I am sorry, Laura." "Don't, Charley." "You're right." "You're right, a slob like me didn't deserve no forgiveness." "Not after hurting you like I just did." "But all I can say is I do love you, Laura." "Charley." "You see, lieutenant, you got no witnesses." "You're wrong, Charley." "I'm gonna be an old maid, but they make excellent witnesses." "I'll testify, Lieutenant Gerard." "Laura, wait a minute." "Wait." "GERARD:" "Judd." "Let her go." "( engine starts )" "I said let her go." "Laura!" "Laura!" "( dramatic theme playing )" "( dramatic theme playing )" "Well, it looks like your cowboy's hit the end of the trail." "Those Drover City saloons are gonna miss him." "Well, if it's any consolation, he's the third one through here in the last hour." "I suppose they're entitled once a year." "Okay, take him home." "Thank you." "I never thought I'd be filling a receipt for you, Charley." "Like you was a bag of groceries or something." "JUDD:" "Save it, Hank." "That ought to do it." "Take it easy, huh?" "Hey, Charley, uh, is there anything I can say to Laura for you?" "Yeah, tell her to" "Oh, forget it." "If I said what I was thinking, he'd just find another law to slap me with." "So you're in charge here now." "( laughs )" "Yeah, till next month when the town council meets." "Marshal's pension fund." "Well, your first official acts might be to toss this into the nearest incinerator." "Yeah, that might be a good idea." "I'm driving out to the roadblock." "If you get any word on Kimble, you can relay it to me by radio." "I'll do that." "( upbeat theme playing )" "Thank you." "I think you better keep it, Mr. Kimble." "Youmight need it again." "I appreciate" "Please, don't thank me." "Just hope that they don't find out" "I helped a convicted murderer escape." "I'm not a murderer." "I hope you'll be able to prove that soon." "Mr. Kimble, I guess maybe we both just escaped." "Goodbye." "( car engine starts )" "NARRATOR:" "Some men break the law." "Others are broken by it." "But Richard Kimble continues his endless quest pursued by the law he respects." "A fugitive from the justice he seeks." "( heroic theme playing )" "( dramatic theme playing )"