The Fugitive 1x12 Glass Tightrope Pt.1

The name: Dr. Richard Kimble.

The destination:
death row, state prison.

The irony:

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.

With guest stars
Leslie Nielsen...

Edward Binns...

Diana Van der Vlis.

Tonight's episode,
"Glass Tightrope. "

It doesn't matter anymore
who you are or where.

Every town, every city,
is just like the last.

A waypoint on an endless road
that goes nowhere.

A place to stop running,

to think,

to hide.

Another job?

Another name?

Is that enough?

It has to be.

It's all you've got.

Excuse me.
Yes?

I'm supposed to pick up
a projector and a can of film.

Who from?
A Mr. Rowland.

I'm from Denshaw's
Department Store.

Oh.

Be a few minutes. Meeting is
just about to break up.

Congratulations,
Martin.

The film was very,
uh, stimulating.

Well, I didn't pick it,
and I didn't like it.

Oh.
You're just being modest.

Just doing what the
entertainment committee asked,

that's all.

Art films.

Good old lower-middle-class
morality.

I'd thought you'd grown out of
that when you married Denshaw's.

Ginny.

That still bugs you, doesn't it?

Does it?

Yes, Howie.

She married me when you were
so willing and available.

Just a minute, Martin.
Maybe you're--

Excuse me, Mr. Rowland. There's
a driver here from Denshaw's.

All right. Send him in.
Yes, sir.

This is the stuff here.

Projector and the film.
Yes, sir.

Just a minute.

I don't remember you
from the store.

Well, I've only been
at Denshaw's since Monday, sir.

What's your name?

Harry Carson.

I work in the stock room.

Starting at the bottom?

Oh, there's a better way,
you know.

Marry the boss' daughter,
start at the top.

All right. Get this stuff down
to my office in the morning.

Lock that film up tonight.
Yes, sir.

What Mr. Denshaw--
Eh, pardon me,

I mean, uh,
Mr. Rowland means

is, uh, no private screenings
for your friends, huh?

No, sir.

Howie...

I'm not gonna
tell you again.

Lay off.

"Lay off"?

You know what I mean.

No wonder Ginny's
so bored.

No sense of humor.

Heh, Martin, come on, now.
Take a little advice--

... first on to say anything
about it. Come on.

All right, I heard you.
You said it. Now shut up.

Martin, it was just
a harmless little joke. I--

I didn't mean to imply
that Ginny was playing around.

Now, look. I'm not discussing
my wife with you.

Listen...

we're old friends.

We grew up together.

We're bound to run into
each other once in a while.

Course, if, uh--
If people are going to talk,

obviously we're gonna have
to be a little more discreet.

Fullback.

Hello?

Hello?

Yes, I'd like to report
an accident.

The parking lot
of the Excelsior Club.

You don't need a name.

A man has been hurt.
It-- It's very serious.

Can you get an ambulance
over there right away?

No, no, no, no, no.

Harry, Harry. How many times
do I have to tell you?

You're getting too much work
done too soon.

You can ruin it
for everybody.

Slow and easy.
Right?

Right.
Now you're singing my song.

Ah-ah-ah.

Thanks for picking up that film
for me last night.

Anytime.
How was your date?

She stood me up.

Can you beat it?

A smooth apple like me.

You're breaking my heart,
Floyd.

Good morning, sugar.

Uh, busy, busy, busy,
like we say. Always keep busy.

You're new here.

I've only been here
three days.

What's your name?

Harry Carson.

Mr. Angstrom, uh,
he's the store detective.

A detective. That doesn't mean
like in the funny cartoons.

I was on the force 13 years.
You think you can remember that?

I think so.

You ready
for your second lesson?

I'm allergic to shoplifters,
both in front of the counter

and in back of the counter.

Am I reaching you?

Loud and clear.

You get sticky fingers...

I'll bust you in two.

Put on your jacket.

Yes, sir.

He likes
to play cop.

Well, he was a cop.
Ah, he was booted.

Uh, some kind
of hanky-panky.

He was starving when
the old man picked him up.

Old man?
Yeah.

Our late revered founder,
Mr. Hiram Denshaw.

The kind of nose he had
for a bargain,

no wonder he built up
a business like this.

He bought Angstrom
for 20 cents on the dollar.

He, uh, also bought
an all-American fullback

for his daughter.

Floyd?

Floyd, did you hear?

It's on the radio.

Mr. Rowland's mixed up
in some kind of a murder.

You're kidding.
No, really.

Isn't it exciting?

Shut up.|

Well, let me hear.
I'm trying to get the station.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

The brutal killing
has shocked the entire city.

Mr. Pascoe was
a distinguished citizen,

long active in civic
and social circles.

The cause of death
has been established

as a massive
cerebral hemorrhage,

resulting from a hard blow
on the head.

Martin C. Rowland, president
of Denshaw's Department Store,

and a long-time friend
of Howard Pascoe,

revealed this morning
that he was possibly

the last person
to see him alive.

Meanwhile, being held
without bail

on suspicion of murder

is Arthur Tibbetts,
no fixed address.

Tibbetts claims he had
no part in the killing.

But police point out that
he was found near the scene

with Mr. Pascoe's watch
and billfold in his possession.

Now, here's a look
at the weather.

They got the wrong man. That
hits close to home, remember?

They wouldn't
believe you either.

Tough, but it's no concern
of yours.

You have to stay clear,
stay out of it.

You can't afford
to take the chance.

What is he? A stranger,
a vagrant, a nothing.

Just a name, Arthur Tibbetts,
no fixed address.

Ask yourself:

Is he worth the risk?

Hello.