Run For Your Life
Starring Ben Gazzara

The Last Safari

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Synopsis: Paul joins Mark Foster (Leslie Nielsen) on safari in Africa to help his daughter Julie (Lesley-Ann Warren), a patient of his own doctor, come to terms with her terminal diagnosis. With Louise Latham as Clare Burden, Abraham Sofaer as Mr. Singh, Keith McConnell as O'Connor, Ivor Barry as Dr. McEwen, Jean Durand as Ahmed - PHOTOS OF ENTIRE CAST AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS PAGE
Episode 28
First broadcast on April 25, 1966
Written by John W. Bloch & Mel Goldberg
Story by John Thomas James (Roy Huggins)
Directed by Abner Biberman

From the diary about this episode:

Paradise Island
Monday, August 9

Holding a big stack of newspapers in her arms, Kate gave me a massive hug of congratulations as I walked into the Nassau arrivals hall.
She'd only just flown in herself, and had collected as many papers as she could that reported on the race - and the accident.  I'd gotten worldwide coverage - sort of - for sparing Jim Clark on Saturday, and it was just as thrilling to see GB listed in the top ten finishers.
Changing gears from high life to ultimate relaxation on the flight to Paradise Island, I asked about her mother, and Kate said she was trying to come to terms with the situation.
Our four-room bungalow had a private beach where we spent the late afternoon unwinding a little from the events of the weekend, the most serious thing we did, being to read through the endless menu and select the dinner that would be brought to us.
After the feast we sat on the sofa with ancient brandy, and Kate said I might have misunderstood her reasons for wanting to buy my house - which were the same as mine - to raise funds for the racing partnership.
It wasn't to live in, but on the other hand …. she paused, and then went on firmly, if what we had to keep hoping for happened, were it not sold to a stranger, it would remain there for me - my books and all the other things still in it.
Since I'd simply given her the house, and had already moved most personal things to my grandmother's, she wanted to put the sales price into an account for me, and felt the best thing would be to rent it out and produce some income.
This was a painful topic. I knew the emotional ties I had to possessions were still not completely severed. That had been clear when I sold the Sea Farm and Abel Leader. Contemplating why there was no reason not to do so was too close to exposing that I wasn't merely taking a grand leave of absence.
But Katie was determined to prove she wasn't going to be an emotional liability on this trip, next launching into a practical approach to my art collection. A good burglar alarm was not enough, and she'd been horrified at the prospect of keys to the house being handed out to agents when I'd put it on sale.
Informing me that the locks had been changed and improved, she said that she'd been looking into possibilities, and found several galleries who would pay to display my pictures, putting them in a much safer environment.
I questioned whether there was anything that valuable, and Katie rolled her eyes, quoting current prices for just a few, pointing out that almost all were important investments, though I'd just bought them to live with.
But she said that the Genevieve Royales were something that I should consider selling fairly soon. The price of her work was skyrocketing, and Kate felt certain that it was a bubble, and now was the time. When she mentioned the figure I'd get for all six, my first thought was that they'd finance my share of the team for the year.
Kate then folded her hands, stating she was ready for the discussion we'd been putting off. I replied she would have made a good lawyer, and Kate said she knew this was my ultimate compliment.
A kiss proved it wasn't, but she drew away, repeating what I'd said on the plane, that we needed to finally express all the thoughts and feelings we'd been holding back since our reunion at the clinic.
We started at the beginning with the hardest part - my unexplained departure from San Francisco in a state of madness, and my naïve notion that I'd just be gone forever, sparing Kate  the diagnosis I couldn't bring myself to share with her.
There was no way I could have remained 15 minutes in her company without revealing it - injecting her with the same insidious and slow-acting poison that would destroy Katie too, a knowledge that would mean I'd see my death every time I looked into her eyes.
She regarded me seriously for a long moment, then said that she'd had enough therapy in the last four months to insure that I would not have any unpleasant experiences looking into her eyes, and would save all the painful glances for moments when I wasn't around.
We were perilously close now to the emotions which had unleashed that dam burst of tears neither of us had been able to shed until that first afternoon at the clinic, and we began to express thoughts that had been held back from each and every meeting since our reunion -  agonizing to voice and listen to, impossible to reiterate in this journal.
At the end, when we were too drained to say more, Kate whispered, “now we'll go back to pretending,” poured me a brandy, and slipped away to take a bath.

Paradise Island
Tuesday, August 10

Back to real life with the promised call to Gene Mason. He was deeply interested in the recent tests, and spoke with intensity about the new information they provided.
“Oh Paul, if I could only sit down with you and elaborate on all this,” he said passionately. Among the findings was the fact that I'd picked up something - probably in New Guinea, but Mason said that it was dormant, and I might live to be 80, and never be affected by it.
He knows how I feel, that I've even made a point of not remembering the name of this disease called after the professor with so many w's, k's and z's all strung together.
I tried to move him along to the conclusions the experts came up with, and he repeated the same thing he had said at DiMaggio's. No sign of advancement. No change in prognosis.
Went for a long beach walk alone, but there were honeymoon couples everywhere, so I returned to the bungalow. Kate asked me if I wanted to be on my own, and then went out for a swim.
When she came back, I pointed out how overbearing this thing could be, and how the call demonstrated just why I had to get away and be by myself.
Kate nodded, but said nothing, then turned my truth to a lie with an embrace that did make a difference. Maybe I was wrong that this was something I could do all alone. Whatever the case, I just felt grateful that she was with me here and now.

En route to Paris
Wednesday, August 11

We eased back into “pretending,” and with so many unsayable words now spoken, the gulf that had developed between us has gone, and I began to treasure Katie's closeness even more than before.
We left the Bahamas with reluctance, always the way to say goodbye to an experience. It had been everything we both needed - open conversation and relaxation.

Thursday, August 12

We dozed enough on the flight to Paris that it could be called a night's sleep, but remembering how comfortable the beds were at the Ritz, I looked forward to a night on the ground.
The Louvre with Kate was exhilarating. I remember what a thrill it had been to wander its halls as a student, but she made it feel like the place belonged to us.
We spent hours there, but I made sure there was time to go into Balmain where I bought Kate an elegant black evening gown to be sent on to San Francisco. And for dinner and to take along on the trip, something in red.  I was fascinated how all the staff clustered around Kate like a VIP.
The night at Maxim's was one we will never forget. That the maitre d' was a motor racing fan netted us one of the best tables in the house. I couldn't believe it, he knew all about the race in Rio and my almost-run in with Jim Clark. And his mixture of familiarity and deference to Kate was quite amazing.

Friday , August 13

As planned, we devoted most of today to museums, but I also took Kate to June's apartment to show her my little suite. After an early dinner at a tiny bistro Katie frequented when a student in Paris, we got a flight to Madrid.

En route to the Seyshelles
Saturday, August 14

We wore our feet down with morning and afternoon visits to The Prado with lunch and a siesta in between at the Ritz, capped off by a fabulous meal and the overnight flight to the Indian Ocean.
Katie was so sweet, never a murmur about the schedule, and the same good company as always, despite what was in the back - and sometimes in the front - of our minds.  But we were travelling too fast for thoughts to surface.

Seychelle Islands
Sunday - Monday, August 15 - 16

The sea, the sky, the air!  Both of us agreed on landing at Aldabra that we should have come here directly. Or maybe even live here.  It was the same kind of instant feeling of kinship I had arriving in Switzerland.
Two glorious days of relaxation and diving in phenomenally rich and “loving” waters. That's just what they felt like. How could I have gone so many years without taking a vacation? And Kate. a comfort for my soul. How could I have imagined life without her?

Tuesday, August 17

The last day of our planned program. We tore ourselves away from the Seychelles, and arrived on Zanzibar where Kate has friends from college. It would have been nice to have the time just for ourselves.
Everything has gone so beautifully that I was ready to spring my surprise, and presented her with an envelope containing two tickets to India - the Taj Mahal and a houseboat at Srinigar, certain she'd be thrilled.
But Kate's response was a shock. She said the pace we'd been keeping - two nights spent in planes in a week - was beyond what her recovering psyche could manage, and revealed she'd started taking the tablets Dr. Owen had given her for an emergency.
As Katie had vowed to do at the beginning, she had disguised any such negative feelings and tensions completely. The time we had together was as if nothing bad had ever entered our lives.
Though quick to assert that these were only side effects, and how deeply she'd cherished these days, even if we slowed down, a kind of domesticity on the road couldn't be what I needed.
In the same way I used to go sailing on my own or take up the Abel Leader to neutralize the pressures of work, she acknowledged that, against the extraordinary circumstances I now had to deal with, to maintain my sanity, I needed to keep on the move, meet new people, and be on my own.
She was surely referring to the remark I'd made that first night in the Bahamas, but I told her that when I looked into her eyes, all I saw was life.
I wanted this time together to be much longer, maybe even make it an ongoing arrangement when she could, but even though our last day was as warm as any, I couldn't help wondering if I were losing her.

Nairobi / Masai Safari Park
Wednesday, August 18

Hoping to have a few more hours together, I suggested Kate might take a later flight and come along on my mission for Gene Mason to the Masai Safari Club. The troubled expression on her face was compounded by a response that she was distressed by people who travelled around the world to go killing.
So I saw her off for her flight back to the US, and am now waiting for my taxi to take me to the Club. Though there wasn't a moment that we weren't close as ever, I can't help but sense there's something wrong, and blame myself.
What self-destructive force within me chose such a difficult program for our trip, and is there also a sadistic streak in my character that put Kate through that punishing schedule with two overnight flights in ten days? On my own I had never moved at that speed.
She's become convinced that my new lifestyle is necessary to maintain sanity, but I know that no matter what I do to try and preserve a sense of balance, my mind is severely affected.
I know Gene Mason explained that the earliest signs of the disease were psychological, but what's come on me has turned my psyche around
… The erratic behavior and bizarre nightmares … the sound judgment I always credited myself with now so often flawed or even abandoned … the rise of an over-quick temper, completely  unlike the famously Cool Paul Bryan who defied his Sicilian blood … and the danger I keep putting myself in. Is it thrill seeking, a desire for instantaneous death or simply irrational?
I think Kate was wrong. Perhaps it is living on my own that has been the cause of some of these problems. Maybe I have a tendency to lie to myself about why I'm doing things, to convince myself that I've made the right choices.


A loud woman was posing with two elephant tusks when I arrived at the Safari Club. At that moment I was grateful Kate hadn't come along.

Approached Mark Foster with Dr. Mason's letter, and though aware that I was a patient too, he was angered by the breech of confidentiality, and pretty much told me to mind my own business, then relented, asking me to stay for dinner and meet his daughter.
Think we were both glad of that, and so was Julie, a lovely girl, full of vitality and genuineness. He hasn't told her about the diagnosis.
I spent a good part of the evening in her most charming company, and after we said good night, Mark invited me to go on safari with them tomorrow. What a unique opportunity. I couldn't help but accept instantly.

continued in next column (after pictures)

Ben Gazzara, Leslie Nielsen, Jean Durand, Louise Latham and Abraham Sofaer in Run For Your Life
Paul and Foster watch Clare show off her tusks
Ben Gazzara and Leslie Nielsen in Run For Your Life
Foster is brusque with Paul, but asks him to stay
Ben Gazzara and Lesley-Ann Warren in Run For Your Life
Julie says she'll show Paul the real Africa
Ben Gazzara and Lesley-Ann Warren in Run For Your Life
Julie photographs animals from the bumping jeep
Jean Durand , Ben Gazzara and Keith McConnell in Run For Your Life
O'Connor advises Paul on killing
Ben Gazzara and Leslie Nielsen in Run For Your Life
Paul explains how he makes a day feel like a month
Ben Gazzara, Lesley-Ann Warren, Jean Durand and Leslie Nielsen in Run For Your Life
It's decided that Julie will stay in a safe place
Lesley-Ann Warren, Ben Gazzara, Keith McConnel  and Jean Durand in Run For Your Life
Julie witnesses her father being mauled by a lion
Ivor Barry, Lesley-Ann Warren
, Ben Gazzara and Leslie Nielsen in Run For Your Life
Paul and Julie visit Foster in the hospital
Ben Gazzara and Lesley-Ann Warren in Run For Your Life
Julie is hysterical when she learns the news
Ben Gazzara and Lesley-Ann Warren in Run For Your Life
lls Julie about his own experience


On Safari in Kenya
Thursday - Friday, August 19 - 20

It took us a day and evening of travelling in uncomfortable trucks over bumpy roads before we finally stopped. But once we did, things were very civilized. Ice cubes in our tents and breakfast on fine linen - but the large cat that skirted our camp while some of us slept was a reminder that this wasn't Yosemite.
We went off in jeeps then, and Julie took photographs with a wonderful enthusiasm. I began to believe Mark made the right decision not to tell her.
Seeing all these animals running free in the wild was an incomparable experience, but then we set out on foot for the real business at hand - bagging a lion. I could see that Mark couldn't wait, but nevertheless, generously offered me the first go.
However, our attention was suddenly drawn elsewhere, as an elephant began to charge at us. Being the client, I was given the privilege of shooting him, and I guess, saved everyone.
A big celebration was held in the evening, feting me over the kill, but I noticed that Julie went away from it. Maybe she thought it was a show like the one she mocked at the safari club.
Perhaps she felt the way Kate does. Julie said she'd never wanted to accompany her father on safari before.
Afterwards Mark came into my tent to ask me how I felt about knowing the prognosis. Since I came offering help, suppose I'd asked for this grilling on a subject I don't want to think about, much less discuss, but said the news had changed my focus.   
Having in mind my long range objective to become Governor of California, but not certain I could even get the party's nomination for Attorney General, I explained how I'd been living for a long-range goal that might never even happen, and after learning about the diagnosis, I started living for the day that was here and now and real, no longer putting life off until someday.
Of course, it was all words, and I don't really know what I'm doing at all, this going after life I told him about, it might be an aim, but whether it's an accomplishment, that's something else. Maybe I'm just running around in circles.
At the moment I could imagine nothing better than spending whatever is left to me in the Seychelles with some beloved and unread books and Kate, being enriched by the unending depths of her, and finding more in myself as a result. Not covering Paris, Madrid and the Indian Ocean in three days.

Saturday, August 21

Awakened shortly after daybreak from the most pleasant dream. Only after I woke did I realized that it was a nightmare.
Reading in the study of my house in San Francisco, I heard a noise behind me, and when I turned to see what was tapping on the glass, it was an elephant in the garden. Opened the window, and she offered her trunk and took my hand in a very friendly manner, then touched my face.
I went to the kitchen, and brought out some bread and fruit, and noticed that she had a baby elephant with her. When I patted him on the head, he too offered me his trunk.
I sat down on a bench, and the little elephant came up to eat out of my hand, then lifted his front leg and put it on my knee. The next moment tears began falling from his eyes. I woke up wide awake and freezing.
When Mark and the guides went out to shoot a lion, I decided to stay back and talk to Julie. She was blossoming womanhood, and spoke of how she'd left behind some kind of beatnick existence, now having fallen in love with the kind of life her mother had, being a devoted wife and home maker.
I knew it would be wrong to destroy this dream with an announcement of the diagnosis. Living for the future was what made life beautiful for Julie.
Her wistful conversation was broken by a most horrific scream. It was the guide witnessing her father being mauled by a lion, going on interminably before the white hunter was able to stop the lion with a shot.
We got a helicopter to the hospital, and found Mark at least alive, but unconscious. Julie remained in shock, and the doctor gave her a sedative. The safari had turned into a kind of hell on several levels.

Sunday - Monday, August 22 - 23

I have had the elephant dream three nights in a row. Shuttling between the safari club and the hospital has given me too much scope to think, but I've tried to spend as much time with Julie as possible, and be a comfort to her.
But she is on the verge of hysteria over her father, especially since they'd apparently been, for most purposes, estranged for some years. When not with her, I caught up on a lot of correspondence, including a letter of congratulations to Jim Seaborne on his move from Justice to the SFPD.
But the big news in the mail packet from Marcella was a letter from Barbara Sherwood announcing that she and Henrick Verbeck were going to marry at the end of this month!
The best part of the day was a phone call from Pete to say that GB had won the Burgundy Rally. High from the victory, he went into wonderful detail, and lifted my spirits immensely. We talked about the race on the 4th, and I promised to try and get there.

Tuesday, August 24

A night without the dream. And wonderful news from the hospital also this morning. Mark has not only regained consciousness, but is out of danger.
Was even able to spend some time with him, but disturbed by the news that his own near-death experience had made him decide to tell Julie about her fate.
I told him not to, that it was a very bad idea in her case, but he did anyway, and then asked me to find the poor girl who'd run away in horror from his hospital room.
The experience of recovering this once-blooming flower, now torn into shreds by her father's news, was shattering, but in the most immediate moment, I irrationally tried to reason with her, even telling her about my own situation, and in shock, she finally calmed down from the screaming frenzy in which I'd found her.
The doctor was able to sedate her, and said that he would put her on the plane with her father for the States in the morning.

Nairobi - en route to Calcutta
Wednesday, August 25

Took Julie to the airport where we met the ambulance and two nurses who would accompany Mark on his onward journey. Julie and I promised to keep in touch, and I held her until the last moment she boarded the plane, then went over to the Air India desk to turn in Kate's ticket and change the destination from Agra for my solitary flight. The Taj Mahal was not the place I wanted to visit right now.

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The Plot:

As Paul arrives at the Masai Safari Club, American Clare Burden is gloating to Mark Foster over the tusks of an elephant she's just killed. Paul approaches Foster, telling him that he is also a patient of Dr. Mason who is treating Foster's daughter, and hands him a letter from the doctor, that he'd ask Paul to deliver when in Nairobi. Foster is irritated that Dr. Mason has shared the information about Julie's terminal illness with Paul, who explains that he told Dr. Mason he'd be in Zanzibar, and the doctor asked him to fly to Kenya to see the Fosters.
Dr. Mason had the idea that Paul might be of help to them. Although apologizing for his initial brusqueness, Foster tells Paul that he needs no help, and that his daughter is unaware of the diagnosis.  There is a somewhat sharp exchange over the advisability of handling the situation in this way, but though Paul clearly expresses his opinion, he is very quiet about it, and bids farewell to Foster.

Regretting how he handled Paul's goodwill mission, Foster asks him to stay on at the safari club as his guest, and Paul accepts the invitation.
Paul dines with the Fosters, and Julie explains it's her first safari, but unlike her father, she doesn't want to kill anything, just to see the exotic animals. Outside, the native people dance, sing and play drums to entertain the guests at the safari club, and Julie says this is staged for the tourists to live up to their expectations of Africa. Julie says she'll show him the scene, and after dinner Paul and Julie go off for a drink and conversation. They hit it off well, and she says she never enjoyed the drumming as on this night. Later, her father invites Paul to go out on safari into the bush the next day
A convoy of trucks takes them into the bush where they even dine on a white table cloth.  Driving in jeeps, they see many animals, and Julie photographs some, including a rhino that nearly charges them. Then, on foot, the party of Paul, the Fosters and guide O'Connor approaches a lion.  But as Paul is about to shoot, an elephant begins to charge, and Paul kills him. That evening, there is much dancing and drumming, all centering around Paul for the success of his elephant kill, but Julie goes back to her tent early, and her father goes to see if anything is wrong. No, she says.
Foster talks with Paul in his tent, and says he invited him along to observe how a man who knew he was going to die could act so normally, hoping to learn something. He adds that he's thinking of telling his daughter the awful prognosis, and asks Paul whether he was happy he knew about his own.

Paul says that he is glad to be aware how much time he has left, telling Foster that, in the past, he was only living for the future, like most people do, working for a goal for someday. Had he not known, he would have spent two pointless years working towards something he'd never reach.
After he learned his diagnosis, Paul says he stopped putting off life until someday. He gives an example of how he's making every day count, so that the time he has seems like more. “On Saturday I was in Madrid. On Sunday I was diving off an island in the Seychelles. Monday morning, when I was getting dressed, I had to make myself realize that I'd been in Paris on Friday.  Now that was only three days, but I felt I'd lived for three months."

Foster takes it all in thoughtfully, thanks Paul, and leaves to make his decision.
The following day is Foster's time to make a kill, and this time, Julie stays at a safe distance with Paul, telling him that she likes the safari, but would rather see things live than die. Having admitted to caring greatly for her father, Julie explains that they hadn't always gotten along, she being a bit of a rebel, or a “non-conforming conformist,” as she puts it. Before her death her mother had lived for being a wife, something Julie thought was square, but now she feels that love, a home and family are the things she really wants herself.
While they are deep in this reflective conversation, suddenly shots and screams are heard.

It is the guide Ahmed shouting for help as Foster is being mauled by the lion he was about to shoot. Everyone quickly gathers, and the lion is shot before killing his pursuer.  Foster is taken to a hospital by helicopter. As it takes off, knowing her father's life hangs in the balance, Julie says plaintively, “we were just beginning.”

Paul accompanies Julie to the hospital to see her father, but things look dismal.
He has remained unconscious for three days before doctors feel he's passed out of danger. Paul then receives a call to come and speak to Foster.All the while they were at his bedside, Foster says he could hear his daughter, Paul and the doctor speaking, but felt like he was drowning, and might die at any moment.  Paul tells Foster not to think about the fact he nearly died, but Foster goes on, and says that he felt death waiting, and wasn't in panic, not afraid.  It was the thought of dying that had always made him fearful, and now, he's decided to tell his daughter about her diagnosis.
Paul says that he never tells people how to live their lives, but must break that rule, and ask Foster not to tell Julie, adding that her whole world is built around becoming a wife and mother, and Paul believes that she can't face losing that. He says that Foster should not take from Julie what sustains her. Nevertheless, Foster does tell Julie, and then rings Paul to say she's run      off in horror. Paul grabs a club car, and drives off after Julie.  It's a wild chase over bad ground, first by vehicle, then on foot.  He finally catches her, and she hysterically tries to release herself from his grasp. screaming repeatedly, “I'm going to die!"
Paul yells, “I know, but not tomorrow!  And that's all any of us know for sure.”  Finally, he has to slap her to calm Julie down, and tells her that he went through the same thing, even to the insanity of ending his life then and there.

“Everybody dies, the only thing is that we're more aware of that,” he adds. Gently, he tells her that she'll learn to accept it. When she asks him how long he's known about his own fate, Paul says that calendar keepers have a different idea of time than he and she do, that she'll find that out when she makes time live instead of killing it.

Notes & Comments:

The slight story line of this episode is its greatest downfall with a wooden performance from Leslie Nielsen bringing it down further.

Added to this is the appalling killing of elephants and lions, distasteful enough four decades ago, but seemingly of no moral problem to Paul - quite a surprising tack to take by producers of a show about a man yearning to preserve his own life.

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Leslie Nielsen  in Run For Your LifeLesley-Ann Warren in Run For Your Life
Leslie Nielsen            Lesley-Ann Warren
as Mark Foster               as Julie Foster

Louise LathamAbraham Sofaer in Run For Your Life
Louise Latham               Abraham Sofaer
as Claire Burden               as Mr. Singh

Keith McConnel in Run For Your LifeIvor Barry in Run For Your Life
Keith McConnel                Ivor Barry
as O'Connor               as Dr. McEwen

Jean Durand in Run For Your Life
Jean Durand
as Ahmed

Creative Team

Songs by Contessa and
King Charles Miles

     Gordon Hessler
Associate Producer
     Paul Freeman
     Pete Rugolo
Director of Photography
    John L. Russell A.S.C.
Art Director
     Howard E. Johnson
Film Editor
     Carl Pingitore.
Unit Manager
     Willard Sheldon
Assistant Director
     Kenny Kline
Set Decorators
     John McCartey  &
    Robert C. Bradfield
     Frank K. Wilkinson
Color  Coordinator
     Robert Brower
Color by Technicolor
Editorial Dept. Head
     David J. O'Connell
Musical Supervisor
     Stanley Wilson
Costume Supervisor
     Vincent Dee
     Bud Westmore
Hair Stylist
     Larry Germain


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