Goodbye, my boy. Courage.
Thank you.
( dramatic theme playing )
I'm going home to see how my boy is.
I'll be back in time.
( mysterious theme playing )
I imagine you'd like to go home too.
I sure would, lieutenant.
That car should've been here by now.
Well, I'll check him again.
Don't bother.
Much obliged, lieutenant.
( suspenseful theme playing )
( clatters )
Lieutenant?
No need to worry about him.
Ernie.
( action theme playing )
( somber theme playing )
This is everyone who was here last night.
One of them passed him the key
when they were saying goodbye.
I appreciate your taking all this trouble, sheriff.
But I already know who did it.
GERARD: I know how you feel about him,
and about me.
You let him out.
( scoffs )
That's a lie.
I don't think so.
And I don't think a jury's going to believe
that you were just being kind
in letting everyone in to say goodbye to Kimble,
giving you the chance to slip him the key.
I'm going to see to it that you're charged
with aiding and abetting a fugitive.
You're wrong, lieutenant.
My husband didn't do it.
I knew about the key being in the drawer.
I gave it to Mr. Kimble.
( dramatic theme playing )
You did?
Well, I'm sure you understand what this means, Mrs. Springer.
You'll be arrested.
Don't listen to her.
I've been in here often enough.
I slipped it to him.
Didn't neither.
He saved my life, and I paid him back.
I'm the one. MAN: He was not,
I did it!
WOMAN: It's me. I'm the guilty one.
( all chattering )
NARRATOR: Another city, another identity.
"Help wanted."
Help, but there is none.
Richard Kimble must live with his past and his future.
His only consolation, that somewhere,
perhaps here, there is a one-armed man
who has nightmares of him.
( dramatic theme playing )