“Unfinished Business” quotes from Criminal Minds

No job for Richard Kimble is anything more than a means to an end: survival. The dignity of his profession is a memory -- and a hope. He can never know what unexpected shift of fate will send him running again, perhaps in pursuit of the one-armed man, perhaps in flight for his life.

Free once again with the rootless freedom of the hunted. Anonymous in a world in which he must dread the sound of his own name, Richard Kimble continues running, searching, a fugitive.

One community appears much like any other to a man who travels a lot. To Richard Kimble, fugitive, some are friendlier than others, some are more colorful. But they all have one thing in common: danger.

As a doctor, Richard Kimble was sworn to the preservation of human life. Now, years later, as he travels a lonely path from city to city and state to state, the life he is searching to save is his own.

Encinas County, California. For the common laborer, a haven of perpetual harvest. For Richard Kimble, a sanctuary. But here on this fertile land, where the miracle of life stands in rich abundance, Kimble has watched the hand of Death reach out and twist Fate to its own purpose.

Death brings with it a jolting shock of reality. No man can live or die in this world without in some way affecting the lives of others. Richard Kimble flees the aftermath of tragedy, a tragedy with which he was not the maker, but of which he will share the guilt. This is the burden of a fugitive.

Fifty-five miles outside of Lincoln, Nebraska, wild animals in cages bring the curious to Major Alan Fielding's Jungleland. Richard Kimble, wearing the name Nick Peters, has found work here. The job began this morning. It is destined to end tonight.

One man’s dream ends, while another man’s nightmare merely continues. Richard Kimble is free, he has room for tonight.

When a man has the law at his heels, every stranger becomes a potential enemy, every incident takes on sinister proportions. Dr. Richard Kimble has eluded his pursuers for more than two years. he knows that his freedom depends largely on luck and that, sooner or later, that luck must run out.

When a man is on the run, every stranger is a potential enemy, every friend a surprise. For Richard Kimble, the only real friend is the darkness, and the road that has no end.

Lake City, New York. A roadhouse hideaway outside of town. Music, a few drinks, and sometimes a momentary escape into a private world for just two people. For Richard Kimble, escape is always momentary, and two people are one too many in a private world already crowded with pursuers.

Another place, another memory to follow him. Another escape through the night. Always the way of a fugitive.

A highway has a life of its own. Each car brings a new face. And for Richard Kimble, working now in a Midwestern gas station, the next might be the face of danger.

An anonymous room, another town. For Richard Kimble, the day has ended, but there’s little time to rest. Tomorrow, his search continues.

Occasionally, a fugitive must make contact with reality to escape the loneliness of flight, to preserve his sanity. For Richard Kimble, contact with reality consists of an occasional telephone conversation with his sister. Tonight's call, however, could mean a great deal more.