Thankfully a phrase uttered by the character Bellows, has provided a title for me. I'm cherry-picking the re-run of the series and realised I hadn't actually seen this one. Deliciously ironic, Kimble finds himself deputised as a lawman in some hole in the corner midwest town. Bellows is a ne'er do well who appears to have murdered an elderly couple. Certainly the circumstantial evidence points to him; running from the scene, stealing a car and washing blood from his shirt. Bowers, the local law, needs to get the man to the county court but, perversely, all of the witnesses, including the victims' sons, have to travel in the same bus, along with Kimble and a jug of corn liquor. Between themse!ves the witnesses conspire to lynch Bellows rather than risk him being let off through lack of concrete evidence. Aware of their scheme, Kimble flees with Bellows when the party is forced to stay overnight at a motel. .But can the prisoner be trusted? Worse, Kimble is suspected of being Bellows' accomplice, and the County Sheriff asks for a police check on his alias, Ben Rogers. When things are ultimately resolved Kimble is commended for ensuring justice was done. The Sheriff receives a reply to his enquiry, asking for a fingerprint check. Kimble looks worried but, the Sheriff just smiles and crumples the paper in his hand.
Yet another instance of small town citizens deciding for themselves what is right or wrong. Fugitive regular Bruce Dern, as one of the victims' sons, always has a deranged look about him . And, the other "upright" citizens, including lawman Bowers, don't need much persuasion once the jug has been passed around.