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“The Fugitive” Joshua’s Kingdom (TV EPISODE-1966) IN COLOR. David Janssen, Harry Townes, Kim Darby.

December 22, 2019

I’ve got reason enough to kill him. Papa, he was just leaving. He’s going nowhere
till I get the sheriff. Get me the Sheriffs office. You tell him I’ve got doc’s helper out
at my house. I’ll hold him till he gets here.
Tell him to hurry. Did he give him any medicine? Tell me. I gave him some medicine. Looks like he’s dead. Dear God. No, Papa, he’s still breathing. Not for long
if he poured poison in him. If that baby dies, it’s murder. In this state, you’ve got a choice. While you’re waiting for the sheriff,
you can decide if you wanna be shot or hanged. 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 train wreck freed him en route to the death house. Freed him to hide
in lonely desperation, to change his identity,
to toil at man y 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. Harry Townes, Kim Darby, Tom Skerritt. Oh, hi, Ruthie. Can I buy you a soda? – I have to get home.
– Leave her be, Pete. Don’t. – Please.
– Oh, just– I want one. Come on, one little kiss.
Come on, I’m your kind of guy, Ruthie. Please stop. – Come on, one kiss.
– What’s that all about? Something bothering you, mister? No, forget it. Knock it off, Pete. Just trying to straighten
the man out, Feeney. Stranger in town got no right poking
his nose into other people’s business. You got no right pestering
my customers. Another thing you got no right to
is that badge. Well, that’s just temporary, Feeney. I had the right to it once… …and I’ll have it again. Don’t pay him no mind. What’ll you have? A glass of that root beer, I guess. He’s been hounding that girl
just like she was one of his dogs. As if she hasn’t been through enough
without him giving her trouble. Why does he wear a badge
if he’s not a deputy? Makes him feel important. Sheriff bounced him
six months ago. Carousing around. – Girls, always girls.
– Hm. Say, is there any work around here? Well, there’s farming around here. Folks mostly do
the work themselves. Feeney’s. Oh, morning, Josh. No, no, she just left. A few minutes ago. Oh, now, I can’t go
and leave the store. Oh, well, since there’s no rush,
I’ll get the message to him somehow. If Doc Marlin doesn’t put himself
in a phone pretty soon, I’m just gonna plain quit
taking his messages. A doctor without a telephone? Veterinarian. Say, maybe he could use a helper. Where do I find him? You turn right at the gas station
and a block down. Big tree in front. You can’t miss it. Tell him Feeney sent you.
Thank you. Oh, tell him Joshua Simmons called.
His horse is sick. Oh, and tell him
to get a phone installed. A fugitive
is like a long-distance runner. With a difference. A fugitive’s distance is infinity, Infinity is a long,
impossibly long, way away. And there must be time
for the hunted to rest, to gather strength
to move on again. Dr. Martin? Dr. Martin? – Doc?
– Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mr. Feeney thought you might be able
to use some extra help. Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I sure could. I sure could use some help.
You’re hired. I’ll be with you in a minute. Hello. Don’t even seem like
the same place. What’s your name? Jim Corbin. Well, I’m glad to know you,
Jim Corbin. Well, what is it I’m suppose
to do around here? Everything I’m too lazy to do. Clean the animal pens out back. Go on calls with me. You know, some of these critters
are mighty frisky and I ain’t getting any younger. I don’t know much about animals. Heh, heh. You don’t have to. Folks around here believe I do. I’ve been fooling them for 40 years.
Heh, heh, heh. Feeney have any messages for me? Yeah, something about
a Joshua Simmons’ horse. Ah. Did he say anything about me
putting in a phone? Yeah, he mentioned it. Oh, I can’t stand phones. Too much jangling. Man’s gotta have time
to eat and sleep. Oh, say, that Simmons’ horse
is mighty pesky. You’d better come along
and give me a hand. Thank you kindly, Jim. You know, Joshua,
I didn’t think it was possible, but that road’s actually
getting worse. Why don’t you work on it,
smooth it out? Nothing grows on roads. I’m such a dreamer. I’ve been waiting on you, doc. Oh, we’ve been working
right around the clock. This is my new assistant, Jim. Joshua Simmons. This way. Hello, Ruth. Inflamed, all right. Here too. What is it? Glanders. The green bottle and a hypodermic,
Jim. – How much?
– Thirty cc’s. Hold him tight. And that’ll do it, Joshua. Don’t work him for a couple of days
and he’ll be all right. Come on in the house. I’ll pay you. All right. You can fix supper now, Ruth. It’s all ready. I’ll be right back. How’s the baby? Not so good the last few days. It must be a cold or something. It’s probably nothing serious. It’ll pass. It wouldn’t be a bad idea
to have a doctor look at him. A doctor for what? Well, I think he has a high fever. He needs medication. We don’t believe in medicine. Well, at least let a doctor
see the baby. We don’t impose
our beliefs on others, but we don’t want others
to impose their beliefs on us. God’s the healer. – But, Papa, he says–
– I heard what he said. Here’s your money. – Good night.
– Good night, Joshua. Where’d you meet him? Who? Don’t lie to me.
I saw you smiling at him. Where’d you meet him? I saw him at the drug store. I’ll bet you did. Somebody new to make up to, huh? A stranger to flirt with. Starting again. It wasn’t like that. Know something about doctoring,
don’t you? I know when a child has a fever. Well Simmons’ beliefs
forbid the use of medicine. When his wife took to her bed,
I had the hospital send a doctor to her. But Joshua held him off
with a shotgun. What happened to her? She died. The prettying up, the dancing, the holding hands,
the flirting, all the boys paying court. I know what the Bible calls it. What’s your name for it, Ruth? Wait. Tell me what’s wrong with my Billie. Now, Ruthie, you’d better go back
in the house. – Your father will raise the dickens.
– But he’s sick. I’d get him to a doctor. I can’t. He’s gone to the city. He’s been gone
for two or three days now. You know about such things.
You could give him something. My father’s in the fields
after daybreak. You could come by tomorrow. He’s the only thing I’ve got.
I don’t want him to die. Please. He’s so little. Help him. I’ll come by tomorrow
early in the morning. All finished. Fine. I think I’ll drop by
and see Harry Keller’s chickens. I’d like to order a prescription. The baby? Yeah. – What do you wanna order?
– Antibiotics. Well, can’t do him any harm. But you’re sticking
your neck way out. Joshua Simmons
could be real trouble. The baby could die. Yeah. Feeney’ll fix you up. Tell him it’s for me. What was that again? A hundred milliliter vial
of injectable tetracycline hydrochloride. Doc Marlin ain’t never ordered
that before. Well, it’s the first time
he’s ever had this type of patient. He’ll also need
some tetracycline syrup. – How much does he need?
– A three ounce bottle. I’ll get it. Hm. Boy, you sure can reel off them
fancy-sounding medicines. What’s it for? Why don’t you ask Doc Martin? Ain’t you kind of old for her? Ruthie. You sure was getting kind of chummy
with her yesterday. I was helping the doctor take care
of a horse. Heh, heh, heh. Sure you were. Kind of cute, ain’t she? I hadn’t noticed. Oh, yeah? Well, you’re either blind
or you’re lying. Either way, just remember,
she’s kind of my girl. There it is. Thank you. You want something? Yeah, cigarettes. A pack of cigarettes. I didn’t think you were coming. – How is he?
– Hot and quiet. Too quiet. You take his temperature? I don’t know how. – Can it–‘?
– This will take a few minutes. I didn’t sleep a wink last night. I’m scared. How old are you, Ruthie? Seventeen. Young mothers can learn
about their children. Child feeding. Symptoms of illness. There are several good books on it. You’re not married, are you? No. That doesn’t mean I love Billie
any less. I didn’t wanna have him here,
but there was no place else to go. I never had the learning to get a job
to take care of him. This is all I know. I quit school when my mother died to keep house for my father. He’s very lucky to have you. He doesn’t think so. Is it bad? It’s pretty high. Here. I want you to give him
half a dropperful every four hours, I’ll show you how. Just that much and no more. Put it on the back of his tongue
and make sure he swallows it. Even if you have to force him. And that’ll make him all right? I think so. Here. Half a dropperful every four hours
until the bottle’s finished. What are you doing? Doc Martin asked me to come by
and take a look at your horse. While I was here,
I thought I’d see the baby. You asked him to come back here,
didn’t you? The baby’s worse. I thought I’d explained to you very
nicely about doctors and medicine. You look like
a very bright young man. Too bright to meddle in affairs
that don’t concern you. Now, get out. Your grandson’s ill. He needs that medicine. The Lord will make him better or worse
without any medicine. It’s in his hands. What kind of religion have you got? Just what is that
supposed to mean? I mean, when your horse was sick,
you sent for a veterinarian. Is there one kind of God for an animal
and another for a child? The Lord gave man animals
to take care of. He takes care of us. Now, are you leaving or not? You want your grandson to get better. You take him to a doctor. Put something on your hand. Keep your advice to yourself. And keep away from us. Please, let me do what he says. Ask him? Ask a total stranger? You are no good. You’re a disgrace
to your mother’s memory. You’re a shame to everyone
that knows me. I want Billie to live. The Lord wills life or death. Ask him. Pray to him. Pray. Ask forgiveness for your sinning. Pray! Well, now seems like
your eyesight’s improved a little, huh? Suddenly you find Ruthie
kind of cute. Heh, heh. Who are you, mister? A drifter. And you’re not like any drifter
I ever seen. There’s something with you,
you know? I can feel it. A lawman gets to feel them things,
you know? There’s two reasons a man
keeps on the move. Either he likes the life or– Well, somebody’s looking for him. I think somebody’s looking for you,
mister. – Does it matter what you think?
– Well, it just might. Because I’m gonna check you out,
mister. Of course if I’m wrong, well,
then you got nothing to worry about. Have you? Well, I should have taken your advice. You think the kid will make it? I think that after I’m gone, you should go to the nearest judge
and get a court order. Okay. After you’ve gone?
Where are you going? It’s better you don’t know, doc. Well, it’s not that I’m prying, it’s just that good help
is hard to come by these days. You sure you won’t stick around? Can’t. Thanks, doc. Hey, Ruthie, what are you doing here? Where is he? I’ve got to see him. After you left, Billie fell asleep. He looks funny. He won’t wake up. – What is it?
– He’s critically anemic. He’s in shook.
He needs some whole blood. – Doc’ll drive you to the hospital.
– That’s 50 miles away. – All right, the doctor in town, then.
– He’s not here. What type of blood is Billie? – What type?
– Who delivered him? Mrs. Wyatt. – Who’s that?
– The midwife. Go sit down, Ruthie.
I’ll see what I can do. – Come here, Ruthie.
– Come right in here. Just sit down over there. What can you do? I’ll have to transfuse him right here. Here? I’m O-negative. Get me a 50-cc syringe… …and a three-way stopcock. Some polyethylene tubing. I don’t know about this. I just don’t know. I know how to do a transfusion,
but with humans… All you do is fill the syringe
with my blood, turn the stopcock and force the blood
into the baby’s body. We’ll need about 200 cc’s. You realize
the chance you’re taking? Take a look at him, Doc.
What would you do? Suppose there are complications?
Suppose it should fail? You’re right. I don’t want you to get involved.
I’ll take care of it. – What are you talking about?
– Take off your coat. This may be the last chance
I’ll ever have to be a people doctor. What’s for supper, Ruth? Ruth? Any response yet? No, not yet. It’ll take a while. Even if we’re lucky. Hm. I’ll see how Ruthie is. He’s coming. – Who?
– Joshua. You can’t be here.
He’ll blow you apart. You better go out back and hide. All right, get Ruth. Ruthie, your father’s coming. Go out back with Jim. Quick. Where is he? – Where’s who?
– That helper of yours. He took Ruth and the baby away. Oh, you must be mistaken, Joshua. I sent him on an errand
about half an hour ago. You knew what was going
on all the time, didn’t you? He’s here some place and I’m gonna
find him. I’m warning you, doc. Now, Joshua, take it easy there. Now, just a minute. Are you satisfied, Joshua?
I told you he wasn’t here. Well, they sure can’t be far.
And I’m gonna find them. Hey, Joshua,
you’re making mountains. You go on home, Joshua. Ruthie’ll come back, you’ll see. You could bet on that.
I’m getting the sheriff. Oh, now you can’t go sending
the sheriff after your own daughter. Can’t I? If thine eye offend thee,
pluck it out and cast it from thee. – Oh, now–
– I’m gonna put him in jail. He’s getting the sheriff. I heard. Take my oar. Drop her at the farm
and keep on going. It ain’t much of a car
but it’ll get you far enough. Good luck. – Another report, huh?
– Uh-uh. Boy, I used to hate them things. A lot of red tape is what it is.
A waste of time. It’d take less
if you quit bothering me. Why, hi, Sheriff. How you doing? A lot better since we got rid of you.
What do you want? – Oh, I was just visiting friends.
– Hm. If you’re asking about
your last application, the answer is no. And it’ll be no
every other application. It’s simple, Pete,
we don’t want you around. Sheriff, you gotta find him. Joshua, what are you fixing
to hunt in here? He took them, my daughter
and the baby. And I want them found, sheriff. Now, ease off, Joshua.
Now, come in here. All right, now, who took them? Doc’s helper. I don’t know his name. He’s been making up to her. Now, when did he take them? I’m not sure, but they’re gone. – You don’t know the fellow’s name.
– Nope. Well, what’s he look like? He’s about 6 foot, 6’1″, dark hair. – Any distinguishing marks?
– Nope. – What was he wearing?
– I don’t know. Kind of green pants, with a blue shirt
and kind of a green jacket. When was the last time you saw him? I saw him early this morning. – Now, you go home.
– I’ll take care of this. And relax. I’ll swing back by doc’s first. You’re sure that you have no idea
where he’s gone? No. The baby’s been ailing lately. He was trying to doctor him,
even after I warned him. If I find him, I’ll hold him. All right, Jay, let’s go. Oh, Edwards… Wanna make a few bucks? Well, I’ll consider it, yeah. I need your dogs. Sorry, sheriff. Ten bucks. No, no, not today. All right. I’ll deputize you. No, nothing doing, sheriff. A law officer can’t collect rewards. What reward? You been trying to get your
deputy’s badge back ever since– I know what I been trying, sheriff. But… Well, it just might cost me $10,000
to be a deputy today. And I really can’t afford that. Heh, heh. Is he still unconscious? It’ll be a while
before the medication takes effect. I have to go, Ruth. Oh, no, you can’t leave now.
Billie might need you. I’ve done everything I can.
I can’t stay. Please, just a few more minutes. I’m so tired and hopeless. I just can’t stay, Ruth. Will you be coming back? I don’t think so. I never had many friends. And the ones I had drifted away when
they knew I was gonna have a baby. Looking at me.
Talking behind my back. But I’m… I’m not what they say I am. It was only one boy
and I loved him and he loved me. And we were gonna be married. And they called him to the Army. And the night before he left,
he came to say goodbye. He’ll be back, Ruth. He died. The bus he took got into an accident,
rolled over. Hold it, right where you are. .3211 I’ve got reason enough to kill him. Papa, he was just leaving. He’s going nowhere
till I get the sheriff. Get me the Sheriffs office. You tell him I’ve got doc’s helper out
at my house. I’ll hold him till he gets here.
Tell him to hurry. Did he give him any medicine? Tell me. I gave him some medicine. Looks like he’s dead. Dear God. No, Papa, he’s still breathing. Not for long
if he poured poison in him. If that baby dies, it’s murder. In this state, you’ve got a choice. While you’re waiting for the sheriff,
you can decide if you wanna be shot or hanged. Where’s your helper, doc? Still trying to be a policeman, huh? The guy’s wanted. Where is he? Oh, I told Joshua everything I know.
He’s gone. Did he leave anything around here?
Clothes? Anything like that? – No, nothing.
– Yeah, I’ll check. – You can’t go in there.
– That guy’s worth a fortune. – My dogs will track him.
– Wait, that’s not yours. Give it to me. OW! All right, smell it good, Daisy. You too, Hank. Here you go. All right. It isn’t fair.
He didn’t do anything wrong. You just get supper ready, Ruth.
I’m gonna be hungry. I went to him. I asked him for the medicine
to save my baby. And I told you to go to the Lord, pray to him. No man can do the Lord’s work. He alone gives life. He gave doctors the knowledge
to preserve life. Doctors. You’re just Doc’s helper. No, I’m a doctor, Mr. Simmons. You’re lying. No, it’s true, I’m a doctor. Did you know he was a doctor? Papa, I wouldn’t go against
your teaching… …but he was dying. He giveth and he taketh away. Blessed be the name of the Lord. Is he dead? What kind of a man are you?
What is your religion? I live by the good book. No, you don’t. You’ve twisted it
to justify your hatred. The hatred for the shame
you think Ruth brought you. You want that baby dead. Don’t press me. Read your good book again. Read about forgiveness, and love,
and understanding. And while you’re at it,
read the fifth commandment. I haven’t killed anybody. Not yet. If that child would have had
proper care, he’d been well by now. If he dies, you killed him. God decides whether a mortal
will live or die. What about your wife? You made that decision, didn’t you? Oh, my God. He’s dead. He was right. You did want him dead. Are you happy now?
Is your shame wiped out? If you hated me,
why didn’t you hurt me? It was the Lord’s decision, Ruth. We’ve got to abide by it. Don’t hate me. I didn’t want it this way. I prayed. I loved him. You loved him. He didn’t even live long enough
to know it. He’s alive? The fever’s broken. I think he’ll make it. He’s alive. Papa, it’s God’s will. He wanted it like this. Your grandson was given back
to you. Not many people get
a second chance. Can’t be God’s will.
Not with doctors and medicine. How do you know
I wasn’t sent here? Why did I come to this house?
Why did I come to this town? Do you know? Papa, let him go. it’s too late. You’ll never get away. I can try. The dogs will track you down. Mn Simmons called in. He said he has the suspect
under guard, – When did Simmons call in?
– Oh, about 20 minutes ago. Right. – All right, where is he?
– Who? You know, that Corbin guy.
Let me through. He isn’t here. He had a fight with Pa. Pa went after him. You’re lying. Hounds are lying too. They’re trying
to tell you where he went. Maybe next time you’ll listen to me. Turns out that guy’s a murderer. Killed his wife. You better hold it right there, mister. You better hold those dogs,
Edwards. Someone’s liable to get hurt. He said that you were a murderer.
Is that true? What do you think? No, I don’t believe that. I guess I’d better be going. Goodbye, Ruthie. You changed clothes with him. What are you talking about? – He let that murderer escape.
– What murderer? Them stupid hounds of yours
were following Mr. Simmons. My dogs are the best in the country.
And they was tracking Kimble. Kimble? The man I called you about
was named Jim Corbin. I’m trying to telling you, sheriff.
It was Kimble. Look. – Where’d you get that?
– In your office. Do you recognize that? Never saw him before. That’s a lie. He changed clothes
and he let him get clean away. The next time you come around
this station, I’m gonna jail you for loitering. All right. Now, what actually happened,
Joshua? Why did you call us in
and then help him escape? Me, sheriff? Oh, no. It was the Lord. The Lord giveth
and the Lord taketh away. Blessed is the name of the Lord. Richard Kimble. Both the hunted and the hunter. The truth that will free him
is somewhere ahead. He’ll find it.

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