The Fugitive 1x1 Fear in a Desert City Pt.1

Here.

We live in Phoenix.

We lived in Phoenix.

About a month ago I, uh,
couldn't stand it any longer,

so I took Mark and came here
and got a job

doing the only thing I've
ever really been trained for:

playing the piano.

But not in a bar.

Well, what was it
you couldn't stand?

His suspicions.

I, uh-- I wouldn't mind it
if he had

a reason to be jealous,
but he was simply

insanely suspicious.

When we were married,
I was, um,

considered the luckiest girl
in Phoenix.

Ed was almost the--

His name is Ed.

Almost the perfect husband.

He was a little jealous then,
but I--

I was 18.

I was flattered by it.

A month after he left for Korea
I found out I was pregnant.

I was so happy, I...

( exhales )

...ran three blocks in the rain
to mail the letter.

When he wrote back,

there was just a hint
of an accusation.

But I answered,
pretending not to notice,

and he never wrote
that way again.

He came home.

Day by day, he began to grow

more and more suspicious.

Violent.

His face changed.

He doesn't look
like the man I married.

And he won't let you go?

No.

After a month of peace,
he found me.

He walked into the bar,

and he had a drink

and left without saying a word,

as you know.

Well, what does he want?

To possess me.

To beat me.

And to teach my son
how evil I am.

And you can't go to the police?

I tried that.

He found out
and found it very amusing.

You see,

he owns 250,000 acres
of Arizona.

He contributes to charity

and belongs to all of the proper
social organizations.

He has even
been mentioned

as a possible
political candidate.

When he's not home,
he's almost the perfect man.

Don't you have any, uh, friends
or family in another state?

Back East?

He'd find us.

Mark.

What are you doing
out of bed?

I heard you talking.

Well, this is, uh,

Mr. Lincoln.

My son, Mark.

My name's Jim.

Uh, you know, you,

uh, should be
in bed.

We have
a big day tomorrow.

Come on,
let's go off to bed.

( door closes )

I'm sorry he wasn't
a little more friendly.

Well, that's, uh...

I think he did-- Did fine,
under the circumstances.

Now, look, um, Monica,

I don't know
what I can do or--

Oh, no, it's, uh--

It's enough just
to talk to you.

Well, then maybe
I can see you tomorrow.

On Saturdays I, uh,

usually take Mark
to Wonderland.

Helps him think
of other things.

Well, we'll make it noon
at Wonderland.

Maybe we can all think
of other things.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Good night.

( ominous theme playing )

KIMBLE:
Who is it?

Ed Welles.

I'm not gonna talk
about you hittin' me.

Then I won't talk
about your hitting a woman.

She's my wife.

And that gives you
certain rights.

( scoffs )

You travel pretty light,
don't you?

Come into town
and get yourself a little room.

Grab a job.

Thinkin'
about stayin' long?

I'd like to.

So you can make more trouble.

I didn't make it.
I walked into it.

You walked into me,
bartender.

Yeah, I've already heard
how important you are.

I had that custom-made
for me.

Every bit of it
handmade.

Here, look at it.

Go on, take it.

Look at that workmanship
on it.

It's loaded.

I have to carry
a lot of money sometimes.

More than is safe. Mm.

Now, it's not gonna do you
a bit of good

tryin' to help her because...

Monica can go anywhere
in this world.

She can go anywhere...

and I'm gonna find her.

Sooner or later,
I'll be there, see?

For another beating?

Not as long
as she behaves herself.

Well, you know what I mean.

Welles, stop torturing
that woman and child.

Get yourself some help.

( angrily ):
See a psychiatrist.

( ominous theme playing )

You just said the wrong thing.

You said exactly
the wrong thing.

And you said it and I heard it,
and there's nothin' left

for you to do
but get out of my sight, hear?

About a million miles out.

( carousel music playing )

I'm, uh, not very good
at picking rides.

I, uh-- I guess that was
kid stuff to you, huh?

Well, it was all right.

I'm probably pretty square
about what kids like these days.

Uh, what do we do now?

Another ride? Something to eat?

Look, Mr. Lincoln,

I know you want
to talk to my mom.

I'd like to go
over to the Batter Up game.

All right.
We'll meet you there.

Your son went
over to the Batter Up game.

I hope that's all right.

That's fine.

You know, I used to think
I was pretty good with children.

I don't seem to be getting
anywhere with him.

It isn't your fault.

He's afraid every man
might be like his father.

Sometimes I think he sensed
the truth about Ed before I did.

His father paid me
a visit last night.

He must've followed us
and then waited,

and then followed me
to my hotel.

Sum and substance
of our meeting,

uh, he threatened me
if I didn't leave town.

So here I am.

Oh, Jim, this is going
too far. You repay--

What we have to do
is find an answer.

I've been trying.

He threatened you?

Under the pretext of showing off
his custom-made revolver.

Yes, he's showed it to me.

If he threatened you,
why don't you go to the police?

Jim. What is it?

I can't go to the police.

If you ask me,
I can't tell you why.

I'm in no position
to ask anything of you,

except your help.

Let's go get your son.

( crowd applauds and cheers )

MAN:
Hey.

Well, you really
belted that one, son.

Here you are.

What a marvelous strike
that was.

Mom, strike is when you miss.

Yeah, Mom, what's the matter
with you?

( Kimble & Monica laugh )

What do you play, Mark,
the infield?

Second.

You know, I used
to play a little ball.

Don't know how good I was.

My sister pitched.

I remember one game,

a man came up and said,
"What's the score?"

I said, "It's 42 to nothing, but
we ain't been up to bat yet."

( laughs )

Here.

Well, that's yours, Mark.
You-- You won it.

Kid stuff.

What do we do now?

Well, what I can do
and what I'd like to do

are two different things, so I
guess we'll just have to wait.

I don't know what for
or how long, but we wait.

What are you talkin' about?

Kid stuff.

Come on, let's get a hot dog.

MAN:
Bartender.
Give me another.

Jim, let me have the usual.

MAN:
Hey, bartender,
give me another.

And the usual for me.

Sweetheart,
that's a pretty tune.

I know it.

You're workin' hard,
huh, Jim?

I don't know
as I could stand that:

people yellin' at me
all the time.

Of course, I had to put up
with some of that

when I was in the Army.

You ever in the service, Jim?

Out in Korea, in combat,

they used to have
these loudspeakers.

He told me all about
what was goin' on back here

while we were fightin'.

He used to tell you?

You have a nice time
out there at Wonderland?

I saw you. You looked like
you were enjoyin' yourselves.

The three of you made
a...nice-lookin' family.

Welles, I'm not going
to pretend to guess

what made you this way.

But your suspicions
about your wife are all wrong.

I got no suspicions.

Facts, Jim.

You make real good drinks.

I don't know, maybe it's just
'cause I'm in such a good mood,

I wouldn't know the difference.

Don't you ever think of what
you're doing to your boy?

Now, let's not spoil everything
with a lot of unpleasant talk.

Welles, see a doctor.

I'm in perfect health.

Now, you got no idea
how good I can feel, Jim.

Well, good night, Jim.

Good night, sweetheart.