"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 murdered 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." "Warren Oates," "Virginia Vincent," "Malachi Throne." ""Rat in a Corner. "" "Herbie, boy, it's gonna be a snap." "Okay, okay, we'll send it over." "Crowley." "Deliver this." "I'm gonna check the stock." "And look, no joyriding, understand?" "I pay you to work." "Yes, sir." "Countless weeks and months of running." "Endless running, endless searching for the man with one arm, pausing only for a job like this to stay alive." "Richard Kimble, fugitive." "Dan Crowley, clerk." "Boy, ain't a fit night out for man nor beast, is it?" "Well, it's a good night to warm the inner man." "Heh-heh." "Yeah." "Say, you wanna know how to make a bundle real quick?" "You wanna know, friend?" "Ha." "Like this." "Go." "That's not gonna do you any good." "It's empty." "Yeah?" "So is a hole in your head." "It's late." "The money is in the safe." "The boss didn't wanna take a chance because of all these holdups." "I'll tell you what we'll do." "We'll split fifty-fifty." "I take the cash and you take the register." "Okay?" "Now get." "Now why don't you just walk out that door and nobody will know the difference." "Why don't you get in the back and open that safe." "Now." "I don't know the combination." "Oh, you guys, you stinking guys." "You got all the answers, don't you?" "You two-bit jobs." "All you stinking guys." "All right, come on, come on." "Show's over." "Let's go." "Well, there's no sign of any blood." "If there was any, the rain washed it away." "If?" "I hit him." "This joker knocks over a couple of liquor store clerks and you guys can't even find him." "But I hit him." "Right, Crowley?" "Yeah, that's right." "He, uh..." "He didn't act much like a killer." "What would you know, standing there scared to death?" "Look, we're already searching the neighborhood." "If he got hit, we'll find him." "You better put a call in to Homicide." "Yeah." "You live at 710 Plymouth Street?" "That's right. 710." "And you're at the Edmund Hotel?" "Yeah, that's right." "Now, do you mind if I get on with my business?" "It's your business." "The car's in the back." "Suppose you make that delivery." "No." "I'm lucky." "Every horoscope I read says:" ""Herbie Grant's born under a lucky star. "" "I never figured this car would be yours." "But when you get in and I see who, you could knock me over." "Now start driving." "I got my own problems." "Yeah?" "Well, I gotta get out of here." "Now start driving." "Look..." "What's the matter?" "You made out of stone and you can't help me?" "All of a sudden, I'm freezing." "I'm freezing to death, I tell you." "Here." "How do I know you know what you're doing?" "Better see a doctor." "Yeah." "Yeah." "You'll drive me." "Put that away." "Look, it's your fault I'm shot." "You stalled me, man." "You conned me." "That cash register wasn't empty, was it?" "Look, mister, you think I pulled that heist because of me?" "You think I pulled that heist because of old Herbie here?" "I got a kid sister in the hospital." "I'm going broke paying for medical expenses." "Look, she don't ever ask for nothing." "She just lays there and looks up at me." "Now she needs something special, and I wanna get it for her." "That's the truth, I swear." "I'm gonna make this delivery." "Now you can walk." "When I come back you'd better be gone or I'll call the police." "Fink." "Well, what took you so long?" "I had a little trouble finding the address." "Eight dollars and 37 cents." "Stopped raining." "Be a nice day tomorrow." "This the clerk?" "That's him." "Lieutenant Santelli," "Sergeant Ryan." "How do you do?" "How are you?" "Lieutenant." "Yeah." "Anything?" "Same as the door." "Nothing but smudges." "Did he touch anything else?" "Uh, what about the counter?" "I" " I'm sure he didn't." "Uh, I would have remembered." "Okay, wrap it up." "Want a lift to your hotel?" "Well, thank you, but I have to close up." "I can manage." "Go ahead." "Thank you." "Stick close." "We'll need you as a witness." "This is Santelli." "We're coming in." "Any word on our 8-16?" "MAN Five units combing the area." "No pickup made yet." "Now, how'd you get here?" "Well, this must have fell out of your pocket." "I figured I'd do you a favor and bring it back." "Come on in, man." "It's your room." "All right." "You start down this end and work along this wall." "I'll go up the other end." "Now, you can't stay here." "Oh, no?" "Heh." "Where else?" "I just got back into town, friend." "I ain't got no address." "How far am I gonna get on this, without money?" "I haven't got any money." "Heh." "Watch it." "Watch it." "Look at that." "They're all around." "They're all over." "I've been listening to your radio." "They think I'm the guy that does liquor-store killings." "They grab me, they're gonna railroad me for something I didn't do." "How'd you like to be in my shoes, huh?" "Oh, man, this is killing me." "I can't stand that." "That's" " That's killing me." "Well, look at you just standing there." "You're just standing there." "I can't stand." "I'll wash it off for you." "I knew I could count on you, friend." "Now, don't count on anything." "I'll clean this up for you and then you" "You get out." "Well, um, sorry to bother you, ma'am." "Always glad to have company." "Yeah..." "The bullet went through." "It's not very serious." "You can walk." "In the morning, man." "No, now." "There's danger of infection." "You'll need medication." "Now." "Look, you tore my pants." "There's blood all over." "Now, cops see that, they spot that in a second." "You put the gun down, will you?" "Hey." "You see that?" "That's my mother's ring." "That's my dead mother's ring." "Now, that ring's worth over $100." "You take this- You take this ring down to the hockshop in the morning, huh?" "You get me some new pants and some medicine for my leg, and old Herbie will skip outta here and nobody will ever know I was here." "Here." "Go on, take it." "Where did you get it, Herbie?" "Did you steal it?" "Steal it?" "Man, you don't trust nobody, do you?" "Hey, give" "It's empty." "All right, Herbie." "Just get out, will you?" "Who is it?" "Police." "Sorry to bother you, but" "Oh." "Crowley, right?" "That's right." "We're just making a door-to-door looking for that, uh- That fellow." "You know." "I guess there's no need to bother with your room." "Officer." "Ah..." "I hope you catch him." "Thanks." "Want me to open my mouth and say "ah"?" "Ahhhh." "Just keep the towel wet till I get back." "All right." "Give me the ring." "Oh." "Hey, uh..." "Why-?" "Why are you doing this for me?" "What's your angle?" "There always has to be an angle, doesn't there, Herbie?" "Well, like, last night, a cop's at the door, one word from you and I'd be in the pokey." "Now you're fixing up my leg, I" "What's in it for you?" "What do you get out of this for yourself?" "I knew a man once." "He was convicted for something he didn't do." "I don't wanna see it happen again." "Yeah?" "Don't snow me, man." "Come on." "You got an angle working." "Now, what is it?" "Ain't nobody does anything in this world for nothing." "You know, Herbert," "I think I should have turned you in, then." "You're nothing but a rat." "Just a common, ordinary, everyday rat." "How's it going?" "You'd better come along." "Where?" "Headquarters." "What for?" "Okay." "You forgot something." "Your cigarettes." "Hello, post office?" "Lorna Grant, please." "Hello." "Hello, Lorna." "Guess who." "I don't have to." "What's the hot water you're in this time?" "Now, don't con me, Herbie." "I'll hang up." "LORNA I swear, Herbie, I'll hang up." "Now, now, now, look, Lorna." "It's nothing." "It's nothing." "Only, uh..." "I-I'm over at this hotel, see?" "I want you to come over and get me." "Would you?" "More trouble with the police, huh?" "Herbie, all day long I work here." "I look at the wanted posters." "I know them with my eyes closed." "Take a good picture, Herbie." "Someday I'll be looking at you." "No, now, sis, you got it wrong." "Look." "It's, uh- It's not the police." "Lorna, you got a car." "Now, all you got to do is come over here and" "Listen, do you know who's coming over here, big as life?" "Ryan." "Detective Ryan." "And you say you're not in trouble with the police." "Herbie, don't ever ask me for help again." "Don't ever." "Ever." "No, thanks." "Nervous?" "A little." "Happens to everybody when they come into a police station." "Well, don't sweat." "All we want you to do is double-check some mug shots." "Sweetie, I don't know where he is." "I told you that on the way over." "I haven't the foggiest." "He's a big boy." "He doesn't come running to me." "It won't be long." "Cigarette?" "Here." "Thank you." "Thank you." "What?" "I've got it." "Thank you." "Oh." "That's a pretty sharp ring." "Your wife's?" "I'm not married." "A friend of mine had a ring like that once." "I'm sorry." "It looked familiar, that's all." "Oh, uh," "I would take that cigarette now, if you, uh, can spare it." "Sure." "Woman's prerogative to change her mind." "You bet." "Here." "You, um, know this, uh, Grant character?" "Who?" "Somebody named Sharp identified him." "Is that you?" "Sharp?" "No." "Mr. Sharp's the boss." "I'm just a clerk in the store." "They, um, say this Herbie Grant..." "Well, they say that he's that, uh, liquor-store killer." "What do you think?" "Crowley." "Give me another cigarette." "Another cigarette." "Sure." ""Crowley. "" "That's your name?" "Why?" "Or is it maybe another name?" "Like, maybe "Kimble"?" "All over the country." "Every post office." "Don't you identify him, you understand?" "Not if you wanna get out of here." "He's already been identified." "If I..." "If I don't go along, they'll know I'm lying." "Okay." "But my brother gave you that ring." "You know where he is." "Don't tell them, you understand?" "Crowley?" "You're being paged, Mr. Crowley." "Look, I don't know how you got that ring, but I want it." "It's mine." "He said it was his mother's." "Here." "You go pawn it." "Pawn it?" "For a few lousy bucks you were gonna pawn it?" "It's for your brother." "He needed money to buy medicine." "Hey, wait a minute." "He's in the Edmund Hotel, room 308." "Medicine?" "What for?" "Look, I kept my part of the bargain." "Just get off my back, will you?" "Wh-What's wrong with Herbie?" "He was shot during the holdup." "Shot?" "How bad?" "Is he hurt bad?" "He'll live." "I did what I could for him." "You helped him?" "How come?" "You a friend of his?" "Look, Miss Grant." "He was wounded." "He needed a place to hide." "Now, I'm not gonna throw him out in the street and let him bleed to death." "You helped him?" "And with the kind of rap you're carrying?" "Hey, you know something?" "You're a pretty nice guy, doc." "Everybody has to get on the bandwagon." "Your boss, witnesses to those two other killings, they're all fingering Herbie." "Witnesses can be wrong." "You're talking about yourself, about what happened to you." "Yeah, that's right." "Herbie never killed anybody either." "Please." "Treat him." "We can take my car." "All right." "I'll get the medicine and I'll meet you at the hotel." "Thanks." "Thanks." "Yeah." "Herbie?" "Lorna, what are you doing here?" "Come on in." "What did you do, bite yourself?" "Uh, look, uh, that- That's why I called you." "You know, I'm clean now." "That last" " That last rap I had, that was a bum one." "Uh, things just seem to be happening to me." "I just seem to be getting the short end of the stick or something." "You liar." "What?" "You liar!" "What is the matter with you?" "Liar, liar, liar." "You think I don't know you from way back?" "Holding up a liquor store and swiping my ring." "Everybody calls you a rat, and you are." "That's just what you are," "Brother Rat." "I didn't steal it." "I-I-I just borrowed it, that's all." "Hey, wait a minute." "That's how you knew where to find me, huh?" "Where'd you run into him?" "Police headquarters." "Headquarters, huh?" "Yeah, well, I tell you, he's the rat." "I'm getting out of here." "Now, wait a minute." "He didn't tell the police where you were." "No?" "He didn't." "He's not that kind." "Sure." "Besides, I recognized him." "Herbie, I told him if he opened his mouth about you," "I'd tell them who he is." "Yeah, well, he's a jerk, that's who he is." "His name is Richard Kimble." "He's a fugitive." "His picture's in the post office." "He's a fugitive?" "Richard Kimble, huh?" "It's all right." "He didn't say a word." "It's all right." "Yeah, well, where is he now?" "Where is he right now?" "He'll be here any minute." "I gave him some money to get that medication." "You gave him money." "Don't you know he's off the hook now." "You give him money, he's gone." "Yes, lady, we're still looking for him." "That's right." "Yes?" "I've got it." "Thank you for calling." "Cleaning woman in the Edmund Hotel." "Edmund?" "Room 308." "That's where that clerk lives." "Crowley." "Now, that's a coincidence." "Yeah." "Isn't it?" "This Kimble, he ought to be back now, Lorna." "I tell you, I don't trust him." "Oh, Herbie." "Aw, he's a fink." "I don't trust him." "Where's your car, Lorna?" "It's parked about a block away." "Well, if you go get it, I'll slip out and I'll meet you out front in five minutes." "You pick me up, huh?" "Well, where would I take you?" "Aw, just a couple of miles, that's all." "Remember that produce market down near the club where you used to work?" "Yeah." "Well, they got trucks going in and out of there around the clock, see." "Now, I know a guy." "Now, he wouldn't do that for anybody but me." "All you gotta do is get me there." "Lorna, t-that's the least you could do for me." "All right." "Five minutes." "Cut it." "Cops." "Crowley, you fink." "You fink." "Hold it." "That's it, Grant." "Don't shoot me." "Don't." "Don't shoot." "It ain't even loaded." "Come on down." "I'm gonna make a deal with you, huh?" "I'm gonna make a deal with you." "Huh?" "Hey, you don't want me." "I ain't nobody." "I'm talking about a big shot." "He's down there." "He's down there!" "Kimble!" "Richard Kimble, you fink!" "What happened?" "Let's get outta here." "MAN Police are also looking for Grant's accomplice, Dan Crowley, believed to be convicted killer Richard Kimble." "According to police," "Grant identified Kimble when arrested." "Kimble, who escaped from police custody almost a year ago" "Boy, that's my Herbie." "Pull over." "But" "Pull over." "For a moment there I could see the headlines." "Thanks for all your help, Lorna." "Where are you going?" "I'll drive you." "We'd never get by the roadblocks." "Roadblocks?" "Where do you think those two fellows are going that just passed us?" "Look, thanks a lot." "I'll manage." "I don't want to involve you." "I'm already involved." "Let's think of something." "My apartment." "We could- We could go there." "No, you're Herbie's sister." "That's the first place they'd look." "All right, I know a better place." "Much better." "Okay." "Let's go." "Welcome to the Kitten Club." "I'm sorry I had to bring you in through the alleyway." "The front's boarded up." "Heh." "Well, doctor, what'll it be?" "Dinner?" "There's a private dining room upstairs." "The dumbwaiter brings the food up hot as a pistol." "Heh." "It's on the house, compliments of Lorna Grant." "Did it beat working in a post office?" "Yeah, how about that, huh?" "Heh." "From bright lights to punching a time clock." "Well, I got fed up with the champagne and caviar, and holding hands with tired businessmen, so I reformed." "I split with the guy who owned it, and they took away his permit and boarded up the place." "Now all I've got left is a rusty key, a diamond ring, my self-respect." "And mine too." "Oh, doctor, I'll bet you tell that to all your patients." "Well, as they say in the Westerns," ""I'll be back, pardner,"" "as soon as I see Herbie." "They may, uh" "May not let you talk to him." "Well, they'd better." "But not for his sake." "For yours." "You see, he's got some kind of connection at the produce market." "I wanna pry it out of him and get you on one of those trucks, so you can get away." "The last time, I went bail for him." "No bail this time." "Lorna, he didn't do those killings." "You know it and I know it, but do the police know it?" "Well, uh..." "I wouldn't worry about Herbie." "Ha-ha." "You know what I like about you, doc?" "You're cheerful." "Kimble, Herbie." "Richard Kimble." "Where is he?" "I don't know." "You positive?" "Positive." "They caught him in Springfield." "He confessed." "Well, what about Kimble?" "Look, you lost him." "I handed him to you on a silver platter, and you lose him." "Solid silver, Herbie." "Solid silver." "Lots of times there are rewards for interstate fugitives." "Rewards?" "Runs as high as four or 5000 sometimes." "Didn't you know?" "Sure, I know that." "But I'm not the kind of guy that, uh, goes around and rats on somebody." "It's bad for my reputation." "I know." "I don't know where he is." "I ain't got no idea." "You might find out now that you're getting out of here." "Who you trying to kid?" "Me getting out?" "Look, I'm up for murder one." "You trying to kid me, getting out?" "We're dropping the murder charge." "Go on, your sister's waiting for you." "She bailed you out." "Yes." "Didn't we tell you?" "They caught that liquor store murderer in Springfield." "Right after we picked you up." "Must have slipped my mind." "You're only up for armed robbery." "Go on." "Get out of here." "Listen, let this be a lesson to you guys." "You better watch who you're picking on the next time." "Five thousand, huh?" "I didn't know there was a reward for Kimble." "There isn't." "How do you like those creeps, letting me sweat out a murder rap." "Where we going?" "Your apartment?" "No." ""No"?" "What do you mean, "no"?" "I ain't got no place to live." "You know that." "Look, my leg's killing me." "Shut up." "Will you for once shut up?" "What are you so jumpy about?" "I'm not jumpy." "I was just wondering, that's all." "About that connection of yours at the market." "Are you kidding?" "You put up bail for me." "If I split, you lose it." "You know that." "Unless you know something that I don't know." "All I want to know is" "Yeah, yeah." "Yeah, I get the picture." "You know somebody who wants to leave town, don't you?" "Well, maybe old Herbie can arrange it for you." "Let's go talk to him." "And don't you get any ideas." "Oh, what kind of a creep do you take me for?" "I got integrity." "After you." "Herbie, people are always going out on a limb for you." "Why do you always saw it off?" "He put me out on a limb, didn't he?" "He fingered me." "Kimble fingered me." "It wasn't Kimble." "It was a maid at the hotel." "Oh, stop it, will you?" "I heard it on the radio." "She recognized you from the paper." "No." "Yeah." "Well, I didn't hear it." "Anyhow, what's the difference?" "Why should I do him a favor?" "In this crummy world, favors cost money, you know what I mean?" "Oh, boy." "That isn't her car." "What happened to her?" "She must have cut up that alley." "We'd better backtrack." "Oh, I-I couldn't imagine where you'd gone." "They let you out." "Yeah, they let me out." "Lucky for you they did." "Without me you'd be in a soup right now." "Well, I'm not out of it yet." "Well, what do you know, you don't trust me." "Tell him why I fingered him, Lorna." "Look, man, I thought it was you who told them where I was." "Herbie, there's no time for that." "Just tell him who your connection is and how you arrange it." "All right, you ready?" "Yeah, I'm ready." "Okay." "Uh, sit tight." "I'll be right back." "Hey, wait a minute." "Hey, man, look, I gotta contact him, don't I?" "They ain't got no phones in here." "What do you want me to do, send smoke signals?" "Look, I ain't gonna double-cross you." "Do I get to a phone or don't I?" "All right." "Go ahead." "You wouldn't double-cross me." "Oh!" "Over there." "The door goes upstairs." "Come on!" "Man, honest, I didn't tip 'em." "Yeah, honest." "There's a dumbwaiter back in the kitchen." "Come on." "You can get to the roof." "The market's two blocks over." "Herbie, who's your connection?" "Herbie, tell him." "Herbie." "For once, Herbie." "For once, don't saw off the limb." "I don't have a connection, Lorna." "What?" "!" "I don't" " I don't know anybody over there." "I just made it up." "I gotta be such a big shot." "Look, Kimble, you don't need a connection." "Just go to the market." "You wait your chance and sneak in a truck, see?" "I used to do it when I was a kid." "It ain't- It ain't no different now." "Thanks, Lorna." "Open up." "Open up in there." "Can I help you?" "I'm out on bail." "What do you want?" "Just helping you out, Herbie." "If there's any reward money." "You think he's here?" "Could be." "Better check upstairs, Ryan." "Think it over, Herbie." "With $5000 you can get yourself a topflight lawyer." "He'd get you off with a minimum sentence." "And after you got out, you'd still have enough." "Enough for a car, Herbie." "And a trunk full of flashy suits." "Oh, you'd be a big shot." "I ain't never seen him." "I ain't seen him." "Door is boarded up." "That was worth a try." "Herbie, I'd never believe it." "I..." "I am so proud of you." "I'm" "I'm out of my mind." "Hey, wait a minute!" "Hey!" "Come back." "Come back." "Wait a minute!" "Wait a minute!" "Hey!" "Come back!" "Oh, man." "Oh, man." "What's the matter with me?" "What's the matter with me?" "!" "Idiot." "Dope." "Five thousand." "Five thousand dollars right down the drain." "Five." "Five." "Count 'em." "Five!" "Herbie, Herbie, you are a jerk." "Hello?" "Miss Grant." "Oh, it's you." "No, Herbie." "Herbie, I'm sorry." "I haven't got the money right now." "Oh, Herbie." "Herbie, all right." "But this is the last time, you understand?" "A man?" "My brother." "Trouble?" "Uh-huh." "Hm." "They're all alike." "You think so?" "Somewhere, a destination for this truck, but for Richard Kimble, no destination." "And even asleep, there are shadows." "Shadows that haunt a man on the run." "A fugitive."