“Unfinished Business” quotes from Criminal Minds

Richard Kimble

It's not their fault that you're seventy years old. They didn't drive the car, they didn't put you in that wheelchair. But you won't put the blame where it belongs, will you? So they're guilty. No trial, nothing. Guilty. But what are they guilty of, Professor? Of being young? Are they guilty of wanting to be what you were? But are they guilty of trespassing on some private little kingdom of yours? Just what are they guilty of?

Another town, another name. The search continues and Richard Kimble now knows beyond any doubt that it must continue. There is no resting place for a fugitive.

Another dreary town, another shabby street. Another weary pause on Richard Kimble's search for the man with one arm, his only real hope for escaping a life of fear.

Richard Kimble

A...bowl of soup, any kind.

(as Kimble opens the paper) No front page. Richard Kimble turns directly to the classified section. Here are the things that really matter. A room. A job. A way to stay alive, and tonight, something else:

"Personal to R.K. Have information regarding September 17th. Phone me at home. Urgent. E.B." The 17th was the night Kimble's wife was murdered.

Lt. Gerard

I check the out-of-town papers every couple of weeks.

How long as this been running?

Lt. Gerard

Seven days.

Where?

Lt. Gerard

New York, LA, Pittsburgh, I haven't checked the rest, but she's spent a lot of money.

She?

Lt. Gerard

Eleanor Burnett. Those are her initials. She's in love with him.

You know that?

Lt. Gerard

I know she never missed a single session of the trial.

Lt. Gerard

Now come on, Aida, every second you hold me up you drive her closer to the edge.

Where will Richard Kimble go? Wherever the bus is going. Wherever the fates will take him. Wherever there is a hope of finding the one-armed man. And now once again, there is that hope.

The road is endless for Richard Kimble. Endless, uncertain.

Always new people, always new places. Only one thing is constant for Richard Kimble. At the end, there is always the road. Richard Kimble is a fugitive.

Grand Forks, North Dakota. It is twenty-six months since the escape, and still another city has become a blind alley for Richard Kimble. The man with one arm, author of the crime for which Kimble was to die, remains elusive -- and, again, it is time to move on.

Another town with its thousand faces. Examine them well, or somewhere among them tonight, tomorrow, next week, will be one face that will tighten in recognition, and for a fugitive, the running will begin again.

A trout hatchery, high in the mountains -- made to order for Richard Kimble, fugitive -- far off the main road. A lonely job. Too lonely for most men.

There's only about a hundred back roads and they don't show on no map.

Lt. Philip Gerard

Then that copter can make all the difference, with a white station wagon on these green hills.

Unless Kimble ditches the wagon and goes by shanks mare.

He might. He knows ever back trail around her for twenty miles.

(self-servingly) I offered to pick him up and hold him.

Lt. Philip Gerard

(seeing through it) You had your chance.

Richard Kimble

(examining football cards Phil Gerard Jr. has been dropping) How far back have you been dropping them?

Not far. Honest.

Richard Kimble

Now listen to me. I'm not your father. Now if I killed my wife, I'm dangerous. If I didn't I'm tired of running. Either way you'll be a smart boy if you just sit there and behave yourself and don't try anything. All right?

Richard Kimble

All right.

(showcasing a deer he shot) Come at me like a regular wildcat. Had to shoot him in self-defense.

Richard Kimble

They tell me deer are out of season.

They tell me wives, are, too.

He's not gonna let some kid hold him up, assuming he hasn't ditched him.....

Lt. Philip Gerard

He hasn't ditched him yet.

Well he ditched the car just like I said.....!

Lt. Philip Gerard

All he had was half a tank of gas, just like you said!