“Unfinished Business” quotes from Criminal Minds

The days of a fugitive run together as one, the fear and desperation unrelieved by the sounds of laughter. But Richard Kimble, now using the name Nick Philips, will find that a man may laugh only to escape the terror of silence.

One man dies and another survives for at least another day. For one, the sound of laughter has faded. For the other, the echo of that sound remains. Richard Kimble's lonely flight continues, but now perhaps, he will find an occasional moment to remember and smile.

As a doctor, he had dedicated himself to the preservation of life. Now a fugitive, the life he must preserve is his own. Richard Kimble's safety depends on knowing where the enemy is -- and who.

All men run the risk of being chained to their pasts. For Richard Kimble, that bondage is stronger than the steel that hangs from his wrist; and so he moves on, searching. Knowing that for him, now there can be no freedom.

For many men, life is a ceaseless flight: each moment of each day must be escaped by fleeing somehow, somewhere, without rest, until one day, all hope dies, even the hope of further flight. Perhaps for such men, death comes as a final and all obliterating act of kindness: after a lifetime of nightmarish flight, an eternity of dreamless rest. But for Richard Kimble, there is no rest. Not free to live, he is also denied the freedom of death.

Even for the guilty, there is relief when the truth is known, but for Richard Kimble, the truth that will free him lies somewhere ahead. Over the next horizon, beyond the next town. At another place, at another time.

A carnival can be a place of fun and games or the funhouse mirrors a reflection of man's uglier side. If you happen to be Richard Kimble, it can simply be another lonely street where the laughter belongs to someone else.

The carnival has moved on, and so too has Richard Kimble. The carnival moves north, taking its ragbag of noise and excitement to another town, searching for the crowds that are its life, and Richard Kimble, a fugitive still, searches for the one man who can mean HIS life.

A man on the run may manage to elude the law, but his yesterdays follow him like an ever-lengthening shadow. For some, the shadow of the past is an object of fear. But for Richard Kimble, it's a form of security. His memories are a bulwark against hopelessness and despair. When the memories falter, so does Kimble.

Without a past, a man has no future. For Richard Kimble, his memories are the source of his courage. They give him the strength to face another uncertain tomorrow.

The Chinese Sunset Motel, situated on a tarnished hyphen called the Sunset Strip that separates Los Angeles from Beverly Hills. For Richard Kimble, working as a man of all jobs under the alias Jack Fickett, it is a welcome bit of limbo.

A fleeting moment to laugh, to be warmed, to contemplate what could have been. An hour ago, he was Jack Fickens. Now he must find a new name, a new place. A man who must lose himself in order that someday, he might again find himself. Richard Kimble, fugitive.

The work is hard, to be endured from day to day, but here, just twenty miles north of the Gulf of Mexico, Richard Kimble has found reason to gain a new foothold on life, his first in a very long time.

The storm has come and gone, but few of those who sought shelter together that night will forget it. And Richard Kimble, the next hill now in his eye, will find occasions to look back and remember. A fugitive has time for that.

The life of an artist is a restless, lonely one, without peace -- like a man pursued, finding peace and rest only when he has created something of beauty. But then, after that, he is forced into flight again, and he moves once more into the unknown, searching. For Richard Kimble, a fugitive, there is also only pursuit and a lonely searching. Moments of beauty, even moments of rest, are rare, because for him, as for the artist, to stand still is to die.