The Fugitive (1963) s02e13 Episode Script
The Iron Maiden
While I'm talking to you, there's something I wanted to ask you.
Who is Gerard? I warned you I was observant.
You're afraid of him, aren't you? MAN: Afraid of who? That man, Gerard.
He's waiting up there like a cat at a mousehole.
What, for Parky? Why? He's a policeman.
Why? What'd you do? It's what they think I did.
They think I killed my wife.
NARRATOR: ( dramatic theme playing ) A QM Production.
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: Stephen McNally, Nan Martin, Richard Anderson.
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
ANNOUNCER: ( tranquil theme playing ) NARRATOR: Here in Southern Nevada, man is changing the bleak face of nature.
With his machinery, he is carving a shaft deep into the unremitting rock and sand: a missile-launching silo.
When the job is finished, the Air Force will take over.
For now, it is a civilian crew that tunnels under the desert crust.
A crew of deep and abiding loyalties.
One of its newest members, a fugitive, Richard Kimble.
Working now as laborer and first-aid man.
The name he has taken: Parker.
Then the boss poke his finger in my chest and he says: "Listen, you black-souled, heathen Apache.
"The government buys your beer, so if this lady congressman wants to snoop around" Thank you, Mr.
Glennon.
What I'm trying to make clear is there's not much to see at this stage, not much reason to go below.
I have to write a report.
I think that's quite enough reason.
That's ridiculous.
There's nothing to see or write about.
Miss Snell, what Jack is trying to say is that-- Well, I think that's fairly obvious, colonel.
He doesn't want me to go in the shaft.
It's dangerous.
It's no place for a woman.
Oh, Mr.
Glennon, they used to say that about Congress.
All right, we'll take a quick look-see and then we'll go to lunch.
Come on.
( tense theme playing ) Anybody but her.
Anybody.
Send it up.
Mr.
Glennon.
Joe, get those cans outta there.
I don't wanna crowd you.
Come on in.
There's plenty of room.
Come on, Indian.
You're drawing time.
Spooky, but you get used to it, Miss Lait.
Maybe.
I like to build up.
I hate these oversized post holes.
You were glad to get the contract.
I needed the money.
You oughta know.
All right.
Bargain basement.
Everybody out.
We won't be down here long.
I wish I could be more like you and not afraid of everything.
Most of the crew are still on their lunch break.
Oh, don't-- Don't stop for me.
I know you have a "time is of the essence" clause.
Would you like me to get some pictures, ma'am? No, no.
Not here.
Not in the shaft.
We're over 200 feet down.
Anybody up there drops a pin on you, it would nail you right to the floor.
If anyone dropped anything up there, wouldn't that indicate negligence? Look, Miss Snell-- COLONEL: Just one or two, Jack.
It'll just take a moment.
Right over here, miss.
Now, just a little smile to please your constituents.
( mysterious theme playing ) ( yelps ) Her heel.
Get a box from the tunnel.
JACK: Get the first-aid kit.
Oh, such a stupid thing to do.
Stupid.
Uh, Parker handles our first aid.
He's good.
Well, it's not broken.
( sighs ) You're quite confident, doctor.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Miss Snell.
( dramatic theme playing ) We'll have the whole Congress laughing at me.
You'll destroy that negative, of course.
Just one print.
For your scrapbook.
Well, she shouldn't walk on the foot.
I'll bring a chair down.
No.
Sorry, colonel.
I won't use a wheelchair.
Well, you'd better find some crutches.
Um, could I--? Yes, Susan, I won't need you anymore.
You can go with him.
All right.
And I won't need you or your camera anymore, either.
Take it away.
Here you are.
This should help.
I feel like such a fool.
Get back to work, boys, huh? Go on.
Move.
( tense theme playing ) Hold the elevator.
Right.
( mysterious theme playing ) Stop! Look out down there! ( shrieks ) MAN: Jack! Jack! Jack, fire! If it gets to the tanks ( tense theme playing ) Give me a hand here.
Let's get to the control room.
Is there another way out? No.
All right, give me a hand.
Higher.
Higher.
Get back outta here.
They're going to blow! ( alarm sounding ) ( alarm continues ) Dial nine.
That's the control room.
( beeping ) ( ominous theme playing ) Are we safe in here? I asked you a question, Mr.
Glennon.
I got no time to lecture on gas overpressures.
Come on.
Everything goes, boys.
Everything.
Okay, everybody against the wall and down.
Miss Snell.
( beeping continues ) ( groans ) ( sighs ) ( alarm sounding ) Get over to the mouth and get that hose down.
Go! What happened? There-- There was a gasoline can and it rolled in.
I-I tried to stop it.
Colonel, we're gonna try to get water down the shaft.
Not with gasoline.
Use dirt and sand.
Try to smother it.
Right.
All right, get that hose outta there.
Come on, get the hose outta there.
( shouting indistinctly ) It's hot.
It's too hot.
( phone beeping ) Somebody answer that phone.
Stay down.
Hey, Jack Emilio.
I said stay down.
That will be in my report, of course.
Yeah, it figures.
Jack, you figure he's got a chance? Shut up.
( tense theme playing ) Colonel.
Colonel, they don't answer the phone.
Keep trying.
( sighs ) ( rumbling ) ( shrieks ) ( mysterious theme playing ) ( all coughing ) Anybody hurt? ALL: No.
( coughing ) ( man groans ) Let's get to work on this door.
( coughs ) ( tense theme playing ) Something else for your report.
Emilio was on my first crew.
I'm godfather to one of his kids.
( explosion rumbles ) ( metal clatters ) ( tense theme playing ) It's caved in.
I'll get a clamshell from town.
You line up the heavy stuff.
Right.
( somber theme playing ) Cooley.
You'll clear all pictures through me.
Yes, sir.
( ominous theme playing ) ( ominous theme swells ) ( dramatic theme playing ) ( somber theme playing ) Two hours gone by.
It's not too late, is it? Depends on the air supply.
Look, I know it's rough.
You must be fond of her.
I was with her for six years.
She was wonderful to me.
Interstate News wants to buy my story.
They called you? We were talking.
Well, someone's got to put her down on paper.
I'll bet the money's good too.
( coughs ) With this business you never can tell.
Emilio's smart, you know.
I knew a fella once, got caught like that.
Got under an overhang.
Heh.
When we dug him out he was as good as new.
You think I'm whistling at the moon, huh? Well, I think every man has to keep on hoping.
Yeah.
Alec, take over, will you? Well, we're doing all we can.
Perhaps you should have started before.
Look, it was an accident.
Granted.
But isn't your function to anticipate any unusual circumstance? Like Dale City, I suppose? Hitting underground springs halfway through the excavating.
All right, you should've surveyed the site.
I took the government's survey.
I was working close.
The whole committee saw it my way.
I had the extra appropriation right in my hand till you knocked it out.
I was doing my job.
Do your job.
But don't turn to stone.
Don't try to be like a-- KIMBLE: Jack.
( somber theme playing ) But I don't understand it, general.
I never cleared anything.
Yes, sir, I'll check it and call you back.
The clamshell is here, sir.
Right, sir.
Dave Cooley reporting back, sir.
That's my CO chewing me out.
The wire services picked up a picture.
Running it in all the front pages in Washington.
Everywhere.
Yours? All mine.
Exclusive.
Coast to coast.
I told you to clear all pictures with me first.
This wasn't on the accident, sir.
( dramatic theme playing ) GERARD: No doubt about it, captain.
I'm going alone, 2:45 plane.
I'll pick up some men out there.
This time, one way or another, I've got him.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( somber theme playing ) ( coughing ) Gettin' hard to breathe.
There's plenty of air in here.
It's all that beer, Solly.
Well, actually, we only use one-fourth of our lungs.
Well, it's true.
Been proven.
( shovel thuds ) ( somber theme playing ) Uh, Jack.
( tense theme playing ) ( melancholy theme playing ) Well, nobody told you to quit.
Move the dirt off.
They're really gonna dig us out? Ah, 15, 20 hours.
Twenty hours? The air gonna last that long? That's what I thought.
That conduit, it's outside the shaft.
It could've stood up.
Yeah, if we can get to it.
We might.
There are spaces between that concrete.
Just possible a man might snake his way through.
All right, I'll give it a try.
Who said you? It's gonna be tight fit, Solly.
To your left 10, 12 feet.
( somber theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Colonel Lawrence? Yes? I'm Lieutenant Gerard.
I believe this man was caught below with the others.
That's right.
I can't believe it.
I've talked with him.
He seems quiet, intelligent.
Yes.
A quiet, intelligent murderer.
I'd prefer that no one knows who he is.
Or why I'm here.
( door opens ) Mr.
Gerard, um, this is Miss Lait, the congresswoman's secretary.
How do you do? Mr.
Gerard is a friend of, uh What's his name? Parker.
That's right.
Parker.
Colonel, what are their chances? It doesn't look good.
I'll wait.
( somber theme playing ) ( grunts ) ( breathing heavily ) Hey, Jack, I think I've got it.
MAN ( on radio ): At this point, there is no way of knowing how many, if any, are still alive.
Even generous estimates would indicate the air supply must be almost exhausted.
( clinks ) Friends of Congresswoman Snell's in Washington are promising a full investigation.
Stay tuned for our next regularly scheduled newscast at 6:00.
( conduit clinking ) ( clinks ) Pull the cap.
I'll rig the compressor and get the colonel.
( tense theme playing ) ( tranquil theme playing ) They answered.
They heard you? Yeah.
( men laughing ) SOLOMAN: Lucky Jack Glennon did it again.
You're just too mean to die.
He did it.
He did it.
( all laughing ) You need something, Miss Snell? Thank you.
Nothing.
( melancholy theme playing ) Do you think the headset will go through? It should.
It's small enough.
( sighs ) I've been smelling it for years, and I never knew plain old air could smell like French perfume.
They've got it.
Hello? Hello? Hello, can you hear me? Glennon? ALEC: Jack.
Jack.
They've got their microphone down.
The colonel wants to speak to the lady.
This is for your throat.
And put this in your ear.
Thank you.
Hello? Congresswoman Snell speaking.
This is Colonel Lawrence.
Are you all right? Quite well, colonel, under the circumstances.
May I speak to my secretary, please? Marion, I'm so glad.
You can release this statement to the wire services.
I intend to fix the blame for this.
SNELL: If it hadn't been for one of the crew-- A man named Parker.
--well, I just don't know what.
Here, tell her about yourself.
Mr.
Parker? ( sniffs ) Hello.
LAIT ( on radio ): Mr.
Parker? Uh, that's right.
Marion tells me you're a hero.
I'm sure your friend will be delighted to hear that.
KIMBLE: What friend? Mr.
Gerard.
( tense theme playing ) Gerard, huh? Yes, he's standing right here beside me.
It is Gerard, isn't it? Mr.
Parker? LAIT: Mr.
Parker? ( dramatic theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Does that crane operator know what he's doing? He's the best.
He's slow.
Well, he has to be.
The shaft could cave in again.
There's no other way out? No.
Lieutenant what if he won't come up? We go in after him.
( tense theme playing ) ( somber theme playing ) You hear anything? Not a thing.
That bandage, uh, looks a little tight.
I'll loosen it for you.
You're very observant.
So am I.
It's strange.
Little pieces that flake off a person and leave so much naked, so much to be seen.
A word.
A look.
Just a held breath.
Feel better? Much.
You should have been a doctor.
Bothered you, didn't it? Just the word.
I say doctor, and it's like a whip, flaking off one of those little pieces.
Another word I've noticed ( metallic creaking ) We're gonna make it.
( Snell sighs ) They'll be breaking through soon.
You'll be out.
You can hotfoot it back to Washington and start to scream.
Mr.
Glennon, let's not make this a personal issue.
SNELL: I am the chairman of a Congressional subcommittee.
I'm working for you as much as everyone else.
Sure.
Keep projecting.
It makes a nice public image.
You project a rather strong one yourself.
Patron saint to an army of featherbedders.
JACK: That's Washington talk.
SNELL: Not at all.
It's based on considerable observation.
Dale City and here.
You have 20 more men on your crew than you need.
What do you suggest I do with them? They're not cats, to be drowned when I've got too many.
Mr.
Glennon, my committee spends the government dollar.
That's a hard, realistic business.
And if you choose to carry 20 extra men out of misplaced sentiment-- They'd do as much for me.
And more.
A lot of them weren't eating regularly.
It was rough.
JACK: Oh, you tied the can to me good on that Dale City job.
SNELL: Don't blame me.
You bungled the job.
JACK: I didn't bungle it.
You showed manifest incompetence.
I had to point out-- You had to whip somebody.
Because you had been whipped.
Because Senator Halsey gave you the brush.
Mr.
Glennon.
You had him all tagged for wedding bells.
And a cheap little blond grabbed him away.
Gossip.
Left the Great God Snell with egg on her face.
She had to have a human sacrifice to give her back her self-respect.
Him, me, anybody.
Just happened I was first in line.
Not true.
Oh, don't tell me.
I've got friends in Washington.
Don't count on them.
Mr.
Glennon, don't ever bother to bid again on another government job.
( metallic creaking ) No, sir.
No more tunnels.
They stink.
Next time, Jack gets us a nice little dam.
Or a bridge.
Huh, Jack? Yeah, next time, nothing.
I'm through.
I'm broke.
Well, you can't quit now.
You gotta chip in.
Hm? For Alec.
Wife's gonna have a baby.
A kid? Oh, that's swell.
When is she expecting? Oh, uh, maybe four years or five years.
( chuckles ) Four or five years? ( all chuckling ) Why you ( all chattering ) JACK: Four or five years.
You can't buy that in the supermarket.
I wouldn't know.
I'm not shopping.
I've got what I want.
You don't believe that? Should I? Well, I'm on four Congressional subcommittees.
Chairman of one, respected, quoted.
I have national coverage.
Oh.
Well, that's good.
I work with brilliant, exciting people.
Some I've known for years, and we've formed close and lasting associations.
Well, that's very gratifying.
We're very close, the people I work with.
My secretary, you met her.
She's like my-- My own sister.
SOLOMAN: Boy, you look sick.
Let me see your arm there.
Boy, you are sick.
No, it's-- ( all chuckle ) ( melancholy theme playing ) Why do they bother you? They don't.
I just told you.
I've got what I want.
I made up my mind when I was in college.
What I wanted and how to get it.
I knew what it took.
A thick, tough skin.
They can't hurt you when you're wearing a suit of armor.
But you can hurt yourself if you get locked inside.
Well, maybe I like it inside.
Maybe I'm used to it.
Maybe I don't want to come out.
Every human being needs someone to talk to.
I talk to my analyst.
Through my visor.
For $30 an hour, he's glad to listen.
( metallic creaking ) But while I'm talking to you, there's something I want to ask you.
Who is Gerard? I warned you I was observant.
You're afraid of him, aren't you? JACK: Afraid of who? That man Gerard.
He's waiting up there like a cat at a mousehole.
What, for Parky? Why? He's a policeman, Jack.
Why, what'd you do? It's what they think I did.
( metallic creaking ) They think I killed my wife.
( melancholy theme playing ) Well, let 'em ask me what I think.
( metallic creaking, crashing ) They're through.
( tense theme playing ) ( tense theme swells ) ( dramatic theme playing ) We're about to bring the first one up.
Will you all stand back, please.
Mr.
Gerard, you're in the way.
We're working.
So are we.
All right, put it down.
Colonel Lawrence, are you sure there hasn't been a call from Interstate News? I don't know.
( mysterious theme playing ) Hey, colonel.
They're sending the dame up first.
Back into my suit of armor.
I guess everyone gets trapped in his own way.
When I'm having breakfast with my secretary, Dr.
Kimble, I'll read about you in the papers.
That's it.
Okay, Victor, take her away.
( somber theme playing ) Well, now, how do we get you outta here? Don't get mixed up in it, Jack.
Who asked you? SOLOMAN: What are we gonna do with him? You do nothing.
Well, who says? I say.
You could end up in jail.
Well, so could you.
You figure to go alone? Yeah, since when did you start workin' without a crew? You got a way to do it, Jack? Maybe.
( people cheering ) ( cheering ) Hurry up and get her outta there.
Send that cage back down.
Hold it, Gerard.
These men know what they're doing.
Would someone get me out of this mummy case? Of course.
You're waiting for Parker.
You're a policeman.
You're very perceptive.
So is he.
Did he give you any trouble? A lot.
He saved my life.
All right.
He'll be coming up too.
Where's my secretary? Well, it's a simple question.
Where is she? Talking to Interstate News, I think.
Killing a story.
Killing what story? Hers.
The one she sold when she thought ( sighs ) She couldn't wait.
LAIT: Marion.
Oh, thank heaven you're all right.
Oh.
Oh, Marion, we were so frightened.
Were we? ( melancholy theme playing ) ( speaking Apache ) ( speaking Apache ) All set.
Then do it.
Hey, there's something wrong with the headset.
I don't hear 'em no more.
JACK: Up there on top.
We need some help.
What's wrong? Parker must have gone off his nut.
He smashed the microphone and holed up in the control room.
He doesn't give up.
I'm coming down.
All right.
They say Parker's a criminal.
People fool you sometimes.
I'm a police officer.
Where's Parker? In the control room at the end of the tunnel.
He's the one who was killed.
I told you Parker's in the control room.
I have to warn you.
He's wanted for murder.
Murder? So if anyone tries to interfere Can they get this open? Maybe.
It's pretty heavy.
Give it a try.
( door closes ) ( mysterious theme playing ) Get me out of here.
GERARD: Get me out.
It's jammed.
We're trying.
( suspenseful theme playing ) What goes down there? I don't know.
Marion.
Marion ( inaudible dialogue ) ( all cheering ) ( tense theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) ( truck engine starts ) Let him go.
Let who go? ( dramatic theme swells ) ( somber theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) ( tires squeal ) That was a fine thing you did for Parker.
That photographer has given us a complete statement.
I thought you'd wanna know.
That was a fine thing you did for Parker.
Apparently, there was no question of negligence.
The contractor involved will not be blamed.
The, um, contractor involved would like to say thanks.
He might say it even better over dinner.
Like this? I'd look pretty silly.
The "Great God Snell" on crutches.
Oh, no, you wouldn't.
You wouldn't look silly.
Not anymore.
You like your steak rare? NARRATOR: Richard Kimble eats alone.
For him, all roads are lonely, all seasons dangerous.
Until the day when he can prove his innocence, Richard Kimble must remain a fugitive.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing )
Who is Gerard? I warned you I was observant.
You're afraid of him, aren't you? MAN: Afraid of who? That man, Gerard.
He's waiting up there like a cat at a mousehole.
What, for Parky? Why? He's a policeman.
Why? What'd you do? It's what they think I did.
They think I killed my wife.
NARRATOR: ( dramatic theme playing ) A QM Production.
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: Stephen McNally, Nan Martin, Richard Anderson.
Also starring Barry Morse as Lieutenant Philip Gerard.
ANNOUNCER: ( tranquil theme playing ) NARRATOR: Here in Southern Nevada, man is changing the bleak face of nature.
With his machinery, he is carving a shaft deep into the unremitting rock and sand: a missile-launching silo.
When the job is finished, the Air Force will take over.
For now, it is a civilian crew that tunnels under the desert crust.
A crew of deep and abiding loyalties.
One of its newest members, a fugitive, Richard Kimble.
Working now as laborer and first-aid man.
The name he has taken: Parker.
Then the boss poke his finger in my chest and he says: "Listen, you black-souled, heathen Apache.
"The government buys your beer, so if this lady congressman wants to snoop around" Thank you, Mr.
Glennon.
What I'm trying to make clear is there's not much to see at this stage, not much reason to go below.
I have to write a report.
I think that's quite enough reason.
That's ridiculous.
There's nothing to see or write about.
Miss Snell, what Jack is trying to say is that-- Well, I think that's fairly obvious, colonel.
He doesn't want me to go in the shaft.
It's dangerous.
It's no place for a woman.
Oh, Mr.
Glennon, they used to say that about Congress.
All right, we'll take a quick look-see and then we'll go to lunch.
Come on.
( tense theme playing ) Anybody but her.
Anybody.
Send it up.
Mr.
Glennon.
Joe, get those cans outta there.
I don't wanna crowd you.
Come on in.
There's plenty of room.
Come on, Indian.
You're drawing time.
Spooky, but you get used to it, Miss Lait.
Maybe.
I like to build up.
I hate these oversized post holes.
You were glad to get the contract.
I needed the money.
You oughta know.
All right.
Bargain basement.
Everybody out.
We won't be down here long.
I wish I could be more like you and not afraid of everything.
Most of the crew are still on their lunch break.
Oh, don't-- Don't stop for me.
I know you have a "time is of the essence" clause.
Would you like me to get some pictures, ma'am? No, no.
Not here.
Not in the shaft.
We're over 200 feet down.
Anybody up there drops a pin on you, it would nail you right to the floor.
If anyone dropped anything up there, wouldn't that indicate negligence? Look, Miss Snell-- COLONEL: Just one or two, Jack.
It'll just take a moment.
Right over here, miss.
Now, just a little smile to please your constituents.
( mysterious theme playing ) ( yelps ) Her heel.
Get a box from the tunnel.
JACK: Get the first-aid kit.
Oh, such a stupid thing to do.
Stupid.
Uh, Parker handles our first aid.
He's good.
Well, it's not broken.
( sighs ) You're quite confident, doctor.
PHOTOGRAPHER: Miss Snell.
( dramatic theme playing ) We'll have the whole Congress laughing at me.
You'll destroy that negative, of course.
Just one print.
For your scrapbook.
Well, she shouldn't walk on the foot.
I'll bring a chair down.
No.
Sorry, colonel.
I won't use a wheelchair.
Well, you'd better find some crutches.
Um, could I--? Yes, Susan, I won't need you anymore.
You can go with him.
All right.
And I won't need you or your camera anymore, either.
Take it away.
Here you are.
This should help.
I feel like such a fool.
Get back to work, boys, huh? Go on.
Move.
( tense theme playing ) Hold the elevator.
Right.
( mysterious theme playing ) Stop! Look out down there! ( shrieks ) MAN: Jack! Jack! Jack, fire! If it gets to the tanks ( tense theme playing ) Give me a hand here.
Let's get to the control room.
Is there another way out? No.
All right, give me a hand.
Higher.
Higher.
Get back outta here.
They're going to blow! ( alarm sounding ) ( alarm continues ) Dial nine.
That's the control room.
( beeping ) ( ominous theme playing ) Are we safe in here? I asked you a question, Mr.
Glennon.
I got no time to lecture on gas overpressures.
Come on.
Everything goes, boys.
Everything.
Okay, everybody against the wall and down.
Miss Snell.
( beeping continues ) ( groans ) ( sighs ) ( alarm sounding ) Get over to the mouth and get that hose down.
Go! What happened? There-- There was a gasoline can and it rolled in.
I-I tried to stop it.
Colonel, we're gonna try to get water down the shaft.
Not with gasoline.
Use dirt and sand.
Try to smother it.
Right.
All right, get that hose outta there.
Come on, get the hose outta there.
( shouting indistinctly ) It's hot.
It's too hot.
( phone beeping ) Somebody answer that phone.
Stay down.
Hey, Jack Emilio.
I said stay down.
That will be in my report, of course.
Yeah, it figures.
Jack, you figure he's got a chance? Shut up.
( tense theme playing ) Colonel.
Colonel, they don't answer the phone.
Keep trying.
( sighs ) ( rumbling ) ( shrieks ) ( mysterious theme playing ) ( all coughing ) Anybody hurt? ALL: No.
( coughing ) ( man groans ) Let's get to work on this door.
( coughs ) ( tense theme playing ) Something else for your report.
Emilio was on my first crew.
I'm godfather to one of his kids.
( explosion rumbles ) ( metal clatters ) ( tense theme playing ) It's caved in.
I'll get a clamshell from town.
You line up the heavy stuff.
Right.
( somber theme playing ) Cooley.
You'll clear all pictures through me.
Yes, sir.
( ominous theme playing ) ( ominous theme swells ) ( dramatic theme playing ) ( somber theme playing ) Two hours gone by.
It's not too late, is it? Depends on the air supply.
Look, I know it's rough.
You must be fond of her.
I was with her for six years.
She was wonderful to me.
Interstate News wants to buy my story.
They called you? We were talking.
Well, someone's got to put her down on paper.
I'll bet the money's good too.
( coughs ) With this business you never can tell.
Emilio's smart, you know.
I knew a fella once, got caught like that.
Got under an overhang.
Heh.
When we dug him out he was as good as new.
You think I'm whistling at the moon, huh? Well, I think every man has to keep on hoping.
Yeah.
Alec, take over, will you? Well, we're doing all we can.
Perhaps you should have started before.
Look, it was an accident.
Granted.
But isn't your function to anticipate any unusual circumstance? Like Dale City, I suppose? Hitting underground springs halfway through the excavating.
All right, you should've surveyed the site.
I took the government's survey.
I was working close.
The whole committee saw it my way.
I had the extra appropriation right in my hand till you knocked it out.
I was doing my job.
Do your job.
But don't turn to stone.
Don't try to be like a-- KIMBLE: Jack.
( somber theme playing ) But I don't understand it, general.
I never cleared anything.
Yes, sir, I'll check it and call you back.
The clamshell is here, sir.
Right, sir.
Dave Cooley reporting back, sir.
That's my CO chewing me out.
The wire services picked up a picture.
Running it in all the front pages in Washington.
Everywhere.
Yours? All mine.
Exclusive.
Coast to coast.
I told you to clear all pictures with me first.
This wasn't on the accident, sir.
( dramatic theme playing ) GERARD: No doubt about it, captain.
I'm going alone, 2:45 plane.
I'll pick up some men out there.
This time, one way or another, I've got him.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( somber theme playing ) ( coughing ) Gettin' hard to breathe.
There's plenty of air in here.
It's all that beer, Solly.
Well, actually, we only use one-fourth of our lungs.
Well, it's true.
Been proven.
( shovel thuds ) ( somber theme playing ) Uh, Jack.
( tense theme playing ) ( melancholy theme playing ) Well, nobody told you to quit.
Move the dirt off.
They're really gonna dig us out? Ah, 15, 20 hours.
Twenty hours? The air gonna last that long? That's what I thought.
That conduit, it's outside the shaft.
It could've stood up.
Yeah, if we can get to it.
We might.
There are spaces between that concrete.
Just possible a man might snake his way through.
All right, I'll give it a try.
Who said you? It's gonna be tight fit, Solly.
To your left 10, 12 feet.
( somber theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Colonel Lawrence? Yes? I'm Lieutenant Gerard.
I believe this man was caught below with the others.
That's right.
I can't believe it.
I've talked with him.
He seems quiet, intelligent.
Yes.
A quiet, intelligent murderer.
I'd prefer that no one knows who he is.
Or why I'm here.
( door opens ) Mr.
Gerard, um, this is Miss Lait, the congresswoman's secretary.
How do you do? Mr.
Gerard is a friend of, uh What's his name? Parker.
That's right.
Parker.
Colonel, what are their chances? It doesn't look good.
I'll wait.
( somber theme playing ) ( grunts ) ( breathing heavily ) Hey, Jack, I think I've got it.
MAN ( on radio ): At this point, there is no way of knowing how many, if any, are still alive.
Even generous estimates would indicate the air supply must be almost exhausted.
( clinks ) Friends of Congresswoman Snell's in Washington are promising a full investigation.
Stay tuned for our next regularly scheduled newscast at 6:00.
( conduit clinking ) ( clinks ) Pull the cap.
I'll rig the compressor and get the colonel.
( tense theme playing ) ( tranquil theme playing ) They answered.
They heard you? Yeah.
( men laughing ) SOLOMAN: Lucky Jack Glennon did it again.
You're just too mean to die.
He did it.
He did it.
( all laughing ) You need something, Miss Snell? Thank you.
Nothing.
( melancholy theme playing ) Do you think the headset will go through? It should.
It's small enough.
( sighs ) I've been smelling it for years, and I never knew plain old air could smell like French perfume.
They've got it.
Hello? Hello? Hello, can you hear me? Glennon? ALEC: Jack.
Jack.
They've got their microphone down.
The colonel wants to speak to the lady.
This is for your throat.
And put this in your ear.
Thank you.
Hello? Congresswoman Snell speaking.
This is Colonel Lawrence.
Are you all right? Quite well, colonel, under the circumstances.
May I speak to my secretary, please? Marion, I'm so glad.
You can release this statement to the wire services.
I intend to fix the blame for this.
SNELL: If it hadn't been for one of the crew-- A man named Parker.
--well, I just don't know what.
Here, tell her about yourself.
Mr.
Parker? ( sniffs ) Hello.
LAIT ( on radio ): Mr.
Parker? Uh, that's right.
Marion tells me you're a hero.
I'm sure your friend will be delighted to hear that.
KIMBLE: What friend? Mr.
Gerard.
( tense theme playing ) Gerard, huh? Yes, he's standing right here beside me.
It is Gerard, isn't it? Mr.
Parker? LAIT: Mr.
Parker? ( dramatic theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) Does that crane operator know what he's doing? He's the best.
He's slow.
Well, he has to be.
The shaft could cave in again.
There's no other way out? No.
Lieutenant what if he won't come up? We go in after him.
( tense theme playing ) ( somber theme playing ) You hear anything? Not a thing.
That bandage, uh, looks a little tight.
I'll loosen it for you.
You're very observant.
So am I.
It's strange.
Little pieces that flake off a person and leave so much naked, so much to be seen.
A word.
A look.
Just a held breath.
Feel better? Much.
You should have been a doctor.
Bothered you, didn't it? Just the word.
I say doctor, and it's like a whip, flaking off one of those little pieces.
Another word I've noticed ( metallic creaking ) We're gonna make it.
( Snell sighs ) They'll be breaking through soon.
You'll be out.
You can hotfoot it back to Washington and start to scream.
Mr.
Glennon, let's not make this a personal issue.
SNELL: I am the chairman of a Congressional subcommittee.
I'm working for you as much as everyone else.
Sure.
Keep projecting.
It makes a nice public image.
You project a rather strong one yourself.
Patron saint to an army of featherbedders.
JACK: That's Washington talk.
SNELL: Not at all.
It's based on considerable observation.
Dale City and here.
You have 20 more men on your crew than you need.
What do you suggest I do with them? They're not cats, to be drowned when I've got too many.
Mr.
Glennon, my committee spends the government dollar.
That's a hard, realistic business.
And if you choose to carry 20 extra men out of misplaced sentiment-- They'd do as much for me.
And more.
A lot of them weren't eating regularly.
It was rough.
JACK: Oh, you tied the can to me good on that Dale City job.
SNELL: Don't blame me.
You bungled the job.
JACK: I didn't bungle it.
You showed manifest incompetence.
I had to point out-- You had to whip somebody.
Because you had been whipped.
Because Senator Halsey gave you the brush.
Mr.
Glennon.
You had him all tagged for wedding bells.
And a cheap little blond grabbed him away.
Gossip.
Left the Great God Snell with egg on her face.
She had to have a human sacrifice to give her back her self-respect.
Him, me, anybody.
Just happened I was first in line.
Not true.
Oh, don't tell me.
I've got friends in Washington.
Don't count on them.
Mr.
Glennon, don't ever bother to bid again on another government job.
( metallic creaking ) No, sir.
No more tunnels.
They stink.
Next time, Jack gets us a nice little dam.
Or a bridge.
Huh, Jack? Yeah, next time, nothing.
I'm through.
I'm broke.
Well, you can't quit now.
You gotta chip in.
Hm? For Alec.
Wife's gonna have a baby.
A kid? Oh, that's swell.
When is she expecting? Oh, uh, maybe four years or five years.
( chuckles ) Four or five years? ( all chuckling ) Why you ( all chattering ) JACK: Four or five years.
You can't buy that in the supermarket.
I wouldn't know.
I'm not shopping.
I've got what I want.
You don't believe that? Should I? Well, I'm on four Congressional subcommittees.
Chairman of one, respected, quoted.
I have national coverage.
Oh.
Well, that's good.
I work with brilliant, exciting people.
Some I've known for years, and we've formed close and lasting associations.
Well, that's very gratifying.
We're very close, the people I work with.
My secretary, you met her.
She's like my-- My own sister.
SOLOMAN: Boy, you look sick.
Let me see your arm there.
Boy, you are sick.
No, it's-- ( all chuckle ) ( melancholy theme playing ) Why do they bother you? They don't.
I just told you.
I've got what I want.
I made up my mind when I was in college.
What I wanted and how to get it.
I knew what it took.
A thick, tough skin.
They can't hurt you when you're wearing a suit of armor.
But you can hurt yourself if you get locked inside.
Well, maybe I like it inside.
Maybe I'm used to it.
Maybe I don't want to come out.
Every human being needs someone to talk to.
I talk to my analyst.
Through my visor.
For $30 an hour, he's glad to listen.
( metallic creaking ) But while I'm talking to you, there's something I want to ask you.
Who is Gerard? I warned you I was observant.
You're afraid of him, aren't you? JACK: Afraid of who? That man Gerard.
He's waiting up there like a cat at a mousehole.
What, for Parky? Why? He's a policeman, Jack.
Why, what'd you do? It's what they think I did.
( metallic creaking ) They think I killed my wife.
( melancholy theme playing ) Well, let 'em ask me what I think.
( metallic creaking, crashing ) They're through.
( tense theme playing ) ( tense theme swells ) ( dramatic theme playing ) We're about to bring the first one up.
Will you all stand back, please.
Mr.
Gerard, you're in the way.
We're working.
So are we.
All right, put it down.
Colonel Lawrence, are you sure there hasn't been a call from Interstate News? I don't know.
( mysterious theme playing ) Hey, colonel.
They're sending the dame up first.
Back into my suit of armor.
I guess everyone gets trapped in his own way.
When I'm having breakfast with my secretary, Dr.
Kimble, I'll read about you in the papers.
That's it.
Okay, Victor, take her away.
( somber theme playing ) Well, now, how do we get you outta here? Don't get mixed up in it, Jack.
Who asked you? SOLOMAN: What are we gonna do with him? You do nothing.
Well, who says? I say.
You could end up in jail.
Well, so could you.
You figure to go alone? Yeah, since when did you start workin' without a crew? You got a way to do it, Jack? Maybe.
( people cheering ) ( cheering ) Hurry up and get her outta there.
Send that cage back down.
Hold it, Gerard.
These men know what they're doing.
Would someone get me out of this mummy case? Of course.
You're waiting for Parker.
You're a policeman.
You're very perceptive.
So is he.
Did he give you any trouble? A lot.
He saved my life.
All right.
He'll be coming up too.
Where's my secretary? Well, it's a simple question.
Where is she? Talking to Interstate News, I think.
Killing a story.
Killing what story? Hers.
The one she sold when she thought ( sighs ) She couldn't wait.
LAIT: Marion.
Oh, thank heaven you're all right.
Oh.
Oh, Marion, we were so frightened.
Were we? ( melancholy theme playing ) ( speaking Apache ) ( speaking Apache ) All set.
Then do it.
Hey, there's something wrong with the headset.
I don't hear 'em no more.
JACK: Up there on top.
We need some help.
What's wrong? Parker must have gone off his nut.
He smashed the microphone and holed up in the control room.
He doesn't give up.
I'm coming down.
All right.
They say Parker's a criminal.
People fool you sometimes.
I'm a police officer.
Where's Parker? In the control room at the end of the tunnel.
He's the one who was killed.
I told you Parker's in the control room.
I have to warn you.
He's wanted for murder.
Murder? So if anyone tries to interfere Can they get this open? Maybe.
It's pretty heavy.
Give it a try.
( door closes ) ( mysterious theme playing ) Get me out of here.
GERARD: Get me out.
It's jammed.
We're trying.
( suspenseful theme playing ) What goes down there? I don't know.
Marion.
Marion ( inaudible dialogue ) ( all cheering ) ( tense theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) ( truck engine starts ) Let him go.
Let who go? ( dramatic theme swells ) ( somber theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing ) ( tires squeal ) That was a fine thing you did for Parker.
That photographer has given us a complete statement.
I thought you'd wanna know.
That was a fine thing you did for Parker.
Apparently, there was no question of negligence.
The contractor involved will not be blamed.
The, um, contractor involved would like to say thanks.
He might say it even better over dinner.
Like this? I'd look pretty silly.
The "Great God Snell" on crutches.
Oh, no, you wouldn't.
You wouldn't look silly.
Not anymore.
You like your steak rare? NARRATOR: Richard Kimble eats alone.
For him, all roads are lonely, all seasons dangerous.
Until the day when he can prove his innocence, Richard Kimble must remain a fugitive.
( dramatic theme playing ) ( dramatic theme playing )