“Unfinished Business” quotes from Criminal Minds

Lt. Gerard

You know as well as I do there's no point in filing unless you have some sort of new evidence.

And there couldn't be any new evidence could there? I mean after all, he is guilty.

Lt. Gerard

But it might be an idea to keep an eye on Burt Green. A lawyer representing Kimble shouldn't be looking that pleased with himself.

A witness has seen the one-armed man. Richard Kimble has had confirmed what he had almost begun to doubt himself, and a phantom seen by two men can be seen again.

High Desert Inn. Sixty-two miles from the town of Reeseburg, Arizona. It's a vacation spot for the very rich. Tycoons and statesmen come to spend long weekends here, relaxing incommunicado. For one man, depleted by the terrible pace of running for his life, it is a vital oasis, a needed place to pause and recoup his energy -- and hope.

All secrets are safe with this man, because none is as deadly to him as his own. His secret is that he is Richard Kimble.

He used to be a doctor of medicine. He's a chauffeur now, driving his employer home to the small Midwestern town where he was born. Home -- for the man at the wheel, it is only a word, because there is no home for him. Not now, because he's Richard Kimble, a fugitive.

Darkness and silence and flight into fear. Richard Kimble has made this journey before. He will make it again. Until he proves his innocence, he remains a fugitive.

The ad in the newspaper reads Wanted: Someone to drive. For a fugitive anxious to move on, it is apparently an ideal answer. Apparently.

For a few moments, Richard Kimble became a doctor again, and memories were stirred of another time and another world. But this is now, and he is again a fugitive, searching for the end of a perilous road.

Briar County, Colorado, where a man runs in desperation before the guns and dogs of a sheriff's posse closing in for the kill. A move in the wrong direction, a broken stride, a waste of precious seconds in looking back -- these are what can cost Richard Kimble his life.

Richard Kimble moves on again, searching for a day when there will be an end to running.

There is a point beyond which a man cannot push himself, a final defeat of the spirit that cannot be overcome. If it is to end for the running man, this is the way it will be. It is two a.m. in the city, and Richard Kimble, doctor of medicine, moves to the start of another working day. To those with no past and little future, the city only offers the most menial of labors, those designed to provide nothing more than day-to-day survival. But to Richard Kimble, kitchen helper in an all-night diner, survival for even a day has come to be enough.

In the city, the search for Richard Kimble goes on, but it is one more grim appointment that he will not keep. The relentless steel jaws will close on an empty trap. But for Richard Kimble, the fates are preparing another appointment at another time at another place.

A police dragnet, a bus accident, and an ironic fate have brought together two people on a lonely country road. The woman, blinded in the accident, is unaware that the man beside her is Richard Kimble. And neither is aware that the other is fleeing from the obsession of Lieutenant Philip Gerard, hunter of the man, husband of the woman.

For a brief moment, time also stopped for Richard Kimble, and for a while, it had been good to be able to stop and look back, and find that there was something there. But now it is over. For the fugitive, time has started again.