Dr. Richard Kimble.
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?
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.
Hello? Who is this?
Well, just a minute, I'm, uh...
I'm not sure if he is.
It's for you.
Hello, I'm sorry, uh...
Mr. Rowland isn't available at the moment, uh...
Could he call you tomorrow?
If you just leave your name and phone number...
Well, I don't see why you can't...
Just a minute, please.
He just keeps insisting.
All right, I'll take it out in the living room.
Hang on, please.
Martin Rowland. What is it?
Mr. Rowland...
I was in the parking lot last night.
Who is this?
I know it was an accident.
I saw everything that happened.
Who are you? What do you want?
Don't you think you oughta call the police?
I don't know what you're talking about.
That old man they're going to charge with murder.
You know he didn't do it.
I was hoping you might clear him.
Or what?!
Go on, say it. Or what?!
Why don't you come right out and say it?
Hello?
Uh, Phil Maillant. Martin Rowland calling.
Well, tell him to call me as soon as he comes in, will you?
Darling, they're never there when you want them:
lawyers, doctors, wives.
Do you really need that?
Still haven't learned how to hide trouble, eh?
No, I'm slow, my dear.
I'm still learning which fork to use.
Darling, what did the man want?
Nothing. Nothing that would interest you.
Martin, I was on the other phone.
You know, even on my side of town,
we'd call that a lousy, underhanded trick.
It's obvious.
Howie must have been baiting you again.
What was it about this time?
Not me.
What did he say?
You know what he said. Was it true?
That would be like Howie, wouldn't it?
He'd probe till he found some sensitive spot.
Was it true?
And you.
You'd have to hit him, of course.
Not slap him and really destroy him.
You'd have to hit him with your all-American fist.
Um...
I didn't know he was hurt.
Be sure and tell the police that.
This, uh, man Tibbetts they've arrested...
He's a vagrant, isn't he, with a criminal record?
It's just petty stuff.
Well, this isn't petty.
He stole Howie's wallet and his watch.
He didn't hit him,
and he didn't kill him.
You're going to say it's a matter of conscience.
If it were conscience,
you'd have called Phil Maillant this morning.
You're just worried because someone saw you.
Suppose he calls the police?
When he's found the mother lode?
He'll call again.
He'll, uh, want money.
Give it to him.
And what about that man?
What about you?
What about Denshaw's?
What about me? Oh, you.
Well, you don't have to get mixed up in this.
I don't really expect it of you.
Darling, for a man in your social position,
the head of a big department store,
just let them get a whisper
what you and Howie were fighting about.
Those filthy rags will print my name so large,
there won't be any room left for the story.
Martin?
For a worthless old drunk?
No earthly good to anyone?
Hello?
Phil?
Yes, darling, we did.
We, uh, thought we had a problem,
but it's all been settled.
Mr. Rowland? Yes.
Your secretary said you were expecting me.
Come in, come in.
You're the driver I talked to the other night.
Yes, sir.
I gave you some instructions.
You didn't follow them. Why?
If you mean about the can of film...
It was supposed to be brought up here yesterday morning.
Yeah, well, I, uh, thought you'd want it, uh,
delivered to you personally.
Your secretary said you wouldn't be in.
Something about the district attorney's office.
Oh, yes.
Yes, uh...
Yes, I suppose you've heard about that.
It's a terrible thing.
Yes, sir.
I, uh- I took it upon myself to lock the film up
in the stockroom.
Well, that was very smart of you.
Let's see, your name is, uh...
Carson. Carson. Harry Carson.
Well, I'm not used to my employees
thinking for themselves like that, Carson.
Thank you, sir.
Yes? Mr. Rowland,
I want to remind you the hearing is at 11:30.
Yes, yes, I, uh- I remember.
Eleven-thirty, the hearing, uh... I'm on my way now.
Here, uh... This is the address. Get the film over there.
Tell 'em I'll pay them for the extra day.
Uh, yes, sir.
Uh, uh, Carson.
I, uh...
would like you to drive me somewhere.
I'm...just a little rocky from, uh...
You know, when you lose someone close like that, it, uh...
Tell, uh, Miss, uh, Gault
to have the film delivered, uh...
I'll meet you down in the garage.
Yes, sir.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Tell me, uh, Mr. Angstrom,
how long have you been with Denshaw's?
Be 12 years in October.
Daddy used to say you were like one of his family.
He admired you so.
Mrs. Rowland, you know he picked me out of the gutter.
What I mean to say
is he knew he could depend on you.
If you're asking me, ma'am,
so can you.
Thank you. I was sure I could.
This is a very delicate matter, Mr. Angstrom.
I suppose that blackmail always is.
Somebody's blackmailing you?
Not me.
My husband.
Officer, where exactly did you find the defendant?
After the ambulance left,
my partner and I took a quick look around.
We found him hiding in the alley.
We must have trapped him when we drove in.
I see.
Let the record show that the witness
was pointing directly at the defendant.
Now, officer, had you ever seen him before?
Artie Tibbetts?
Sure, we pick him up regularly.
Except he was in the wrong neighborhood.
And I ask him, and he can't tell me why.
So I search him.
And he's got Mr. Pascoe's wallet and his watch.
I didn't kill him.
He was layin' there. I just rolled him, that's all.
That's the truth, I swear.
You want the truth, don't you?
He was laying there when I came into the lot,
and it looked so easy.
Ah, what's the use?
What's the use?
While this is a hearing and not a trial,
I won't stand for any more outbursts.
Does the prosecutor have any further questions?
No, Your Honor.
Witness excused.
Call your next witness.
Your Honor, I should like to call Mr. Martin Rowland.
Now, Mr. Rowland, previous testimony seems to indicate
that you were the last person to see Mr. Pascoe alive.
Yes, we walked out to the parking lot together.
Was Mr. Pascoe quite well when you left?
Now, Mr. Rowland, we realize the loss of a good friend-
Would you like a minute?
No. I'm all right. Uh...
Mr. Pascoe was...
standing by his car when I drove out.
Over here.
Oh, hi, sarge.
Uh, what's up?
Wednesday night you made a pick up.
At the Excelsior Club.
Panel truck number 42.
Checked out to Floyd Bolton at 10:30.
Well, yeah. Well, you see-
Picked up a camera and some film stuff
and checked back in at 11:25.
Round trip a half hour or less.
It took you almost an hour.
Well, if...
If that's all you want to know-
Uh...something happen with the truck?
Fender maybe?
Somebody hurt?
Look, I just don't want to get anybody in any trouble.
You boy. You're the one who's in trouble.
You better tell me why it took you so long.
Uh, okay.
Okay, only no names, huh?
You see- You see, there's this dame.
Well, she's a nurse, and she works on the night shift, see?
Well, she called me up, and she asked me to take her home.
So, what can I do, sarge?
I picked up the truck,
I made the pick up and then I took her home.
Only she lives over on Maxton Street,
and by the time I got back, it took almost an hour.
What's her name?
Uh, sarge, you promised-
Let's have it.
Uh...
Uh, Sugar, uh...
Sugar Johanson...
Sarge...
I won't put it in the report unless I have to.
Whew!
Morning.
Boy, it almost was a bad one.
What?
Oh, relax. Relax.
I double talked Angstrom but good.
Angstrom?
He thinks something happened with the truck Wednesday night.
Ah. He thinks I was driving.
You sure?
Yeah. Sure, I'm sure.
He thinks I was making happy-happy with some dame.
At least that's what he put in his report.
What report?
Uh, to Rowland, I guess.
One'll get you five I'm on the carpet tomorrow.
Serves me right, I guess, for getting you to cover for me.
Hey, uh...
What did happen, Harry?
Well, you see, Floyd...
There was this girl.
Yeah. I understand.
Darling, who's the letter from?
Is it from that man who called Thursday night?
How much does he want?
He's not asking for money.
He will.
If he thinks he can intimidate you,
he'll start cracking his whip soon enough.
He's cracking it now.
"...I insist you go to the authorities at once.
"You can only help yourself, and help an innocent man too.
Unless I read of his release in the evening papers, I shall..."
Let me see that.
He knows what happened.
He was there.
I'm going to call Phil Maillant.
Darling.
Don't you think you're a little late?
It seems to me you should have called him two days ago.
I did call him two days ago.
You took the return call.
You didn't want me to speak to him.
Come now, Martin, let's be honest.
Perhaps I did advise against it.
But after all, darling, you are the head of this family.
Am I?
You're going to be difficult again.
If I was going to be difficult,
I would have told the truth yesterday in court.
It was my voice, but the words were yours.
Tell me, I'd be interested to know.
Why'd you show up down there anyway?
Because I didn't want my name dragged in.
You'd let a man die.
A poor old devil like that...
A criminal.
A whiskey-sotted derelict with no place to go
and nothing to hope for.
I couldn't care less.
Don't you say that!
Don't you dare say that!
That's what you need.
Somebody to knock you down, slap you down.
Go ahead.
No. That's not going to be me.
Because you love me so much.
Mrs. Rowland will see you in the living room.
Oh, darling, Martin, please be reasonable.
Oh, excuse me.
Good morning Mr. Rowland, Mrs. Rowland.
Darling, I had to tell Mr. Angstrom.
He can help us, he knows about these things.
I'm sure he'll be able to find that man.
Before the evening papers come out?
I came by to report.
This morning's mail.
It was posted last night in the downtown area.
He types very well.
Hm, that'll narrow it down.
I'll get to work on it.
I was sure you would.
Thank you.
Yes, sir?
When does the next bus leave for Chicago?
That'll be fine.
I'll pick up the tickets at 6:30.
Um... George Paxton.
Thank you.
Hiya, sarge.
You type very well.
I get a lot of practice.
Could've saved myself a whole day.
What do you mean?
Shut up.
Lousy machine, huh?
So you used a new one out of stock?
Oh, no, sergeant, I never used anything out of stock.
You saw some things, so you got some big ideas.
Make a phone call, write a letter,
the dough'll come rolling in.
Huh, what'd you see, boy?
Where?
I-I don't know what you're talkin' about.
Parking lot of the Excelsior Club.
You got an eyeful.
When? How?
I haven't even been near the Excelsior Club.
You told me yourself, Wednesday night, in the truck.
Sarge, sarge, listen to me, will ya?
I-I-I never drove the truck that night.
That's the truth.
But your name is on the dispatch book.
Uh, yeah, well, yeah... I-I got one of the other guys
to cover for me.
Name.
Harry Carson.
Where is he?
He's a-at the printers. I needed some requisitions-
Where does he live?
A-at the Dover Hotel on Second Street.
You'd better not be lying again, boy.
Lyin'?
Sarge, what do you mean?
There is no Sugar Johanson on Maxton Street.
Homicide, Sergeant Kronas.
I'm only going to say this once.
About the Pascoe case, you've got the wrong man.
Tibbetts didn't kill him, it was Martin Rowland.
Martin C. Rowland?
That's right, of Denshaw's Department Store.
It was an accident but he's the one that killed Pascoe.
You take it from there.
Pretty good at making phone calls, writing letters.
Let's see how good you are at walking.
Just relax.
You better wait outside.
Where's Mr. Rowland?
He's on his way to the club.
I left word.
This Harry Carson, you've got him, haven't you?
He's in there.
He called the police before I could grab him.
The police.
The only thing is, he didn't leave a name.
And they don't like calls without a name.
I still have a couple of friends on the force.
I think I'll check this out with them.
If he starts anything, Monte's right outside.
Harry Carson?
I'm Mrs. Rowland.
I was expecting Mr. Rowland.
I hope you're not too disappointed.
I'm sure we can talk until my husband arrives.
In fact, we may even be able to settle our differences
before he gets here.
Now, if you'll just tell me what you want...
What I said in the letter.
Oh.
I see.
I think we should establish one thing at the start.
My husband is not going to the police.
Now then...
You know that old man didn't kill Howard Pascoe.
Such concern.
This Tibbetts must mean a great deal to you.
Are you related?
Close friends?
I've seen the man exactly once in my life.
Cigarette?
If you don't mind.
I don't mind at all.
Motives aside, Mr. Carson...
if you're so deeply concerned about this drunken old sot,
why haven't you gone to the police?
Loyalty to Denshaw's?
You've been there exactly one week.
To my husband, perhaps?
He's been a very considerate employer.
So...you called the police,
but of course, you wouldn't give them your name.
Mr. Carson, I've heard that the police
disregard anonymous phone calls.
I'm afraid they'll demand a signed statement.
Have you signed one?
Not yet.
Why even think about it,
when there are so many other things.
Things so much more... rewarding.
For example, you could stay here and have a lifetime job...
with a substantial increase in salary.
Or...you could leave.
With ten thousand dollars in your pocket.
In cash.
Uh.
Why not?
Thanks, Lew. Mm-hmm.
Oh, and drop over to the store one of these days.
Pick yourself out a couple of ties.
I got a couple of ties.
Yes?
Oh, um... This is Angstrom.
Look, they're not going to follow-up on that phone call,
So maybe if you just pay the guy off...
He's not asking for money.
What is he, some kind of crank?
He says he wants justice.
Why doesn't he just come down here and make out a statement?
Do you think he's scared?
No reason for him to be.
I checked the local files, he has no record.
Some place else?
Yeah, maybe.
I'll check it out.
I knew you'd think of something.
How many you want?
How many you got?
Oh, you could be sitting there till Christmas.
Look, just put a name on him.
I'll pull it out for you.
Don't strain yourself. There's no reward.
Then what are you working overtime for?
Just doing my job.
I can't imagine what's keeping Mr. Rowland.
I'm sure you must be most impatient to see him...
No, thank you.
No reason we can't be civilized.
Strange, I'm sure I've seen you before...
somewhere.
Maybe here at the store.
I despise the store.
I hardly ever come here.
No, it must have been some place that-
The other day, in court.
You're very observant.
It's a reflex.
One notices a new man in town.
We're so insulated here.
I hadn't felt it.
You will.
You won't find us at all like...
New York?
Chicago?
Could it be San Francisco?
It could be all of them.
A man of many cities.
Don't you ever get lonely?
Unhappy or lost?
Quite often.
It's the, uh... human condition, isn't it?
Unless one decides to do something about it.
What do you do about it, Mrs. Rowland?
Wait for a new man to come to town.
Sorry.
I'm rather late, aren't I?
Yes, darling, you are.
Yes, I had a lot of things I had to think out.
Martin, I took it on myself to open negotiations.
So far, he's turned down $10,000.
And what else?
I don't think I like the-
When Angstrom told me it was you, I couldn't believe it.
How could I be so wrong about a man, blackmail.
Shaking me down for a few lousy bucks.
I didn't ask for money.
Then what?
Justice, Martin. Justice.
I keep thinking that old man might die.
Nonsense. He'll get a prison term.
And I keep telling myself that he didn't do it.
What do you tell yourself, Mr. Rowland?
You've been driving around. You had time to think.
If I went to the police...
You what?
It was an accident.
That man can prove it for me now.
We'll come out of this thing all right.
You'll come out of it all right.
Ginny, you won't be involved.
Won't I?
You'll have to tell it all.
I'll be the filthy joke of the town.
Everyone will be laughing at me.
And that's more important than Tibbetts and his life.
You care more about that man than me.
After all I've done for you.
I've given you position, importance, respect.
Shut up. I've given you this office-
You've given me nothing!
The best buy your father ever made was me.
I earned that desk!
Worked my way up from the bargain basement!
The floors, the departments.
I know this store from the top to the bottom.
You tell me how much you've done for me.
For one nickel... a trading stamp,
I'd swap my place with Carson.
You fool.
Carson!
Carson, wait!
The watchman...
Listen, I sent Monte down to help you-
What?
All right. Never mind.
What did he say?
Well, he wasn't running from us, Mrs. Rowland.
I think I've found what we've been looking for.
There you are, darling.
That's who presumed to sit in judgment of you.
A murderer?
No, I'm not.
A murderer. Tried and convicted.
Tibbetts is going to be convicted.
Sometimes the law goes wrong.
Judge, jury, evidence, sometimes it's wrong.
You took a chance like this for an old, useless drunk...
a man you don't even know?
Martin, he's wanted for murder.
His word will mean nothing to the police.
And all I had to lose was...
something I never really owned.
Martin!
What are you doing?
This is Martin Rowland speaking, put me through to the captain.
No! No!
No, you can't!
I won't let you! Get your hands off of me.
You stupid, stupid fullback!
Captain, Martin Rowland here.
Yes, I'd like to make a statement about the Pascoe case.
You've got the wrong man, Tibbetts didn't do it.
I did.
But it was an accident.
Yes, send a car down for me at the store.
I'll... meet you out front.
All right.
Angstrom, you have a pretty good memory, don't you?
Yes.
His name was Carson. He's leaving town.
Now you forget about him.
I imagine you've learned to move pretty fast, huh?
I've stayed alive.
Take the freight elevator.
Go out the alley door.
Thanks.
Let's go.
Oh, Martin!
When Martin Rowland accepted imprisonment for his crime,
he set himself free from the prison of a guilty conscience
and from a woman who had no conscience.
Richard Kimble...
whose imprisonment remains unchanged.