“Unfinished Business” quotes from Criminal Minds

For almost two years, Richard Kimble has lived the life of a fugitive. How many times in his despair has he thought he would gladly trade places with any man on earth. Now, Richard Kimble knows: any man, except one.

These have been depserate months for Richard Kimble. Running in fear. Someday, somewhere, someone will recognize him. Who? When? That's what he lives with.

For Richard Kimble, it must always be this way. Until he finds the man with one arm, the one man in the world who can help him walk in the light again, Richard Kimble must find his way in the dark -- a fugitive.

For Richard Kimble, a thousand names, a thousand jobs. Here, he is Johnny Sherman, warehouse worker, and as always for a fugitive, the load is a heavy one.

The past two years have been an endless procession of names, most of them forgotten. But one name will be remembered. For a fugitive is a lonely man, and Gus Priamos has been a friend.

Never in one place too long. That's the first rule for a fugitive. Always keep running, always with the nightmare fear that one day, the chase will catch up with him. One day. Perhaps now.

Another path, another road. Roads that twist and wind and lead nowhere. Richard Kimble, fugitive.

The Pruitt family home. The Tidewater South, Georgia. In antebellum years, a home graced by gracious women, and even after cotton was no longer king, the Pruitt women were gentle and well-bred. Richard Kimble, fugitive, pauses here in his endless flight. For as long as he dares, he will be David Benton, research technician.

Someday, someday, Richard Kimble will be settled, when he can take his own name again, when he finds the man who killed his wife. Until then, he must be what he is now: a fugitive.

Webers Landing, Florida. A thousand miles from the state prison where Richard Kimble was scheduled to die. Tonight, it will seem closer.

A long night for Richard Kimble, but for a fugitive, the nights are always the longest.

This is the instrument, and this it's operator. The subjects, newlyweds and a day to remember, always. This is the fugitive, and as fate would have it, he is the target, and this is the sound. Like that of a trigger of a trap. This is the picture which vanity, not fate, discards. But fate is not finished with Richard Kimble. It is only a matter of time and place. This is the place, and with the common ordinary act of a man buying cigarettes, now is the time, and fate is swift and sure.

The end game he has won, but for how long? Another night and another road, and still the deadly game goes on. So must he. North, South, East, West. A man alone. The Fugitive.

The man is Richard Kimble and, not surprisingly, the man is tired. Tired of looking over his shoulder, the ready lie, of the buses and freight trains. Richard Kimble is tired of running.

Richard Kimble

You know that boy actually worshipped you? God knows why but you were the man he wanted to be. In fact he was so hung on the legend of the great G. Stanley Lazer that he believed everything you said in there this afternoon was true. He was angry, but he believed what you said.

And where was I wrong?

Richard Kimble

I'll tell you where you were right. You said he was good. He's good, in fact he's so good he's making the great Stanley Lazer look bad.

The trial's not over yet.

Richard Kimble

But he's winning.

I don't know that he's winning.

Richard Kimble

Yes you do. If it weren't for that wounded vanity of yours you'd be proud of him.