Is something wrong, Miss Ruskin?
Here, get dressed.
What's this?
Don't ask questions.
Well, what is this? Do you know who I--?
You're Dr. Richard Kimble.
You're convicted of murder
and they're coming to get you right away.
Murder? Who?
Your wife.
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I killed my wife?
Look, doctor, if I thought you were guilty
I wouldn't be here right now.
Doctor Towne was right.
Will you listen to me?
If they catch you they'll execute you.
They'll kill you. Do you understand?
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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 trainwreck
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:
Betty Garrett
Ivan Dixon
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
ANNOUNCER:
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NARRATOR: Another stopping place at the end of another road.
If your name is Richard Kimble,
you're guilty of escape and flight.
You have no future unless you can find the past;
the night of September 17, two years ago.
You saw the man who killed your wife that night.
The face was there for only a moment.
You'll never forget it.
And you keep looking.
Today a truck driver mentions a one-armed man in Decatur.
( tires screech )
The description fits.
Coffee, mister? Please.
I didn't hear you pull up.
I didn't.
Say, uh,
I'm looking for an old acquaintance of mine.
I heard that he might be working somewhere in Decatur.
In a restaurant.
You call this a restaurant?
Well, you'd remember this fellow.
He has one arm missing.
WOMAN: Marty.
Might ask the wife. She never forgets anybody.
Fire, Marty! Fire!
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Shut down the main valve! I'll get the fire extinguisher!
Well, he wouldn't be alive at all
if the other fellow hadn't dragged him outta there.
What's his name?
I don't know.
Miss Proctor?
Barlow. Frank Barlow.
Omaha, Nebraska.
Well, you better see that his family is notified.
These were her things.
Not even a thank you.
Why should he? His daughter is dead.
Oh, yeah, but you stuck your neck out for her.
Frank Barlow.
We were having trouble locating the family.
The address is wrong so we're passing the buck
to Social Services.
Why don't you wait till he regains consciousness
then he can fill us in himself.
Mm, he's awake already, but, uh, well...
It's too bad. He's a dreamy-looking guy too.
You still have trouble hearing?
Vision still blurred?
I feel dizzy.
DOCTOR: Like motion sickness?
What's your name?
I don't know.
Do you remember what happened to you?
Explosion.
Where'd it happen?
I don't remember.
Are you married?
I don't remember.
Do you remember Omaha, Nebraska?
I can't think.
What's the matter with me?
What's eight plus four?
Twelve.
What's your name?
I...
There's nothing to be afraid of.
Just a temporary loss of memory.
Usually corrects itself within a few days.
I'm Dr. Bloch. This is Dr. Towne.
He's our neuropsychiatry specialist.
You're in good hands.
TOWNE: You've suffered a traumatic injury.
BLOCH: Big bump on the head.
Yes. Abnormal pressure on the brain,
internal bleeding in the cranial cavity.
You have a cut right here.
He-- Hematoma.
Yes, a subdural hematoma.
Also both eardrums have been ruptured.
You know my name?
Barlow.
Frank Barlow.
Thank you. I--
I'll try to remember.
You have no social security record of him?
Yes, Frank Barlow.
Strange.
All right, uh, try David Merrill.
That's a name I found on a driver's license in his pocket.
Yes.
No, the labels in his clothing
come from stores all over the country.
That's right.
Yeah, thank you.
Oh, Miss Ruskin, Sergeant Lascoe's here about
that Frank Barlow thing.
There's something I want to say first.
I was sorry about that girl.
Of course.
Did you apologize to her father too?
People always think it's-- It's personal with the police.
Always get sore.
Isn't there something personal about a child's life?
She was only 18.
Let's drop this, shall we?
The sergeant had no choice.
Neither did the doctor.
He had to make that report.
You reported her?
Of course I did.
Lady, the law says a doctor's gotta report an addict.
Thank you. I know the rules.
Yes, knows the rules but usually obeys her sentiments,
which are very active.
Isn't there something wrong
with rules that drive a girl to suicide?
When you are ready, Miss Ruskin,
we'll forget about that case
and go on to the next one.
Dr. Towne,
you're a very unusual man.
Hitchhiker.
Known as Frank Barlow.
Male, Caucasian, American.
There's nothing here I haven't reported to
the Missing Persons Bureau.
See for yourself.
Any, uh-- Any chance of
getting his fingerprints tonight?
Well, I'll check with Dr. Bloch.
His hands were rather badly burned.
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Feeling better, Mr. Barlow?
I'm feeling much better, thank you.
May I sit down?
I have permission to ask some more silly questions.
Well, if you don't mind silly answers...
Silly doesn't bother me.
Clever answers do.
Clever answers?
Mr. Barlow, I'm a welfare worker.
I'm not a detective or a reformer.
All I'm supposed to do is investigate your case
and determine financial responsibility.
Why the lecture?
'Cause I can't help feeling
that you're hiding something.
You mean to think I'm faking all this?
Oh, you can't. Not for long.
Dr. Towne is too wise and too thorough.
Well, you tell Dr. Towne, or whoever it is,
that I accept financial responsibility
for all this.
That I, personally, will work the rest of my life
to pay off this bill
if somebody will just get me out of this trap.
Look, lady, I don't know who I am.
What about Frank Barlow?
That's a name a doctor gave me.
David Merrill?
You had Frank Barlow in your wallet,
David Merrill in your driver's license.
I've got "Decatur General Hospital"
inside my bathrobe.
What does that mean?
I checked out David Merrill on E Street in Las Vegas,
and there is no such address.
That's fine.
You just keep finding out who I'm not.
That ought to keep you busy for a while.
( dramatic theme playing )
I'm sorry. Let me help you.
You shouldn't be walking by yourself.
( door closes )
( ominous theme playing )
What is it? You know him?
Do you remember something?
Nurse. Nurse.
( dramatic theme playing )
Mr. Barlow,
uh, Dr. Bloch has given Sgt. Lascoe your permission
to get some fingerprints from you.
Any dizziness since yesterday?
I wasn't dizzy, doctor.
I just
passed out.
Still can't find any family for you, Barlow.
I mean, I guess it's Barlow.
Nothing seems to check out.
Dr. Bloch said the left hand only.
Actually, we've got two pretty good chances.
If you ever did time in the army
or if you ever did time in jail.
Either way we'll be able to pin it down inside 48 hours.
May I have your clipboard please?
Yes. Excuse me.
Yep, you're nobody
or you're somebody.
Maybe a hitchhiker
Maybe one of those famous lost millionaires.
A lot of people get disappointed though.
Not too many turn out to be millionaires.
LASCOE: Did I hurt you?
No. no.
Relax.
Just relax. I'll be careful.
Ugh.
I better just try the thumb and the middle finger.
Those others look pretty sore.
All right. Relax.
I must be nervous about the million dollars.
( chuckles )
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Had you ever seen him before that night?
No, never.
Well, what did he talk about?
Was there any conversation?
Well, he, um, had some coffee
and, uh, let's see now--
Oh, yeah.
H-he was looking for some friend of his.
Someone here? In Decatur?
Well, that's what he thought.
Yeah, someone working in a restaurant.
I recollect that handed me a laugh.
Ooh.
Did he tell you the name of his friend?
No, uh,
he said it was a fella with one arm cut off,