“Unfinished Business” quotes from Criminal Minds

A fugitive moves on, through anguished tunnels of time. Down dim streets, into dark corners, and each new day offers fear and frustration, tastes of honey and hemlock. But if there is hazard, there is also hope.

A man on the run comes to expect neither justice nor mercy. Every hand is against him; every face turns away from his pain. In such moments, the thread of hope, of life itself, stretches to the breaking point.

A man on the run must never stop. After every fall, he must get up. Push on toward the same elusive goal. A goal so close at times as to be only a heartbreak away.

A big city: a jungle of anonymity, where nobody looks too close and everybody is locked in with his own big problem. A hiding place for a man who, for the moment, calls himself Carl Baker.

One man is still the hunter, and the other is still the fugitive.

At dawn, he rises to labor through the sunlight hours. His hands, skilled enough for a surgeon's knife, are forced to cruder tasks, tasks no longer of his own choosing. Not even his name is his own.

Not in my opinion, Lieutenant, when your department is so busy trying to make an example.....

Lt. Philip Gerard

Your son is NOT being made an example of, Mr. Pierce; your son STOLE A CAR.

He BORROWED a car!

Lt. Philip Gerard

The courts will decide that! My men perform a police function only. Perhaps the Judge will believe Gary's story, I certainly hope so.

Lieutenant, you know better. My boy's in deep trouble. He said he was going out for a little ride, but your overenthusiastic men arrested him before he could return the car.

Lt. Philip Gerard

(clearly stunned Pierce is doubling down on excusing his son) Overenthusi.....oh come on now, Mr. Pierce, you can't have it both ways! Either my men are lax or they're going beyond the call of duty! Which way do you want it?

It isn't a question of how I want it! I'm making a case for simple justice.

Lt. Philip Gerard

No you're not! You're acting like an angry father! That makes you an irresponsible newspaperman!

A fugitive gets his fill of goodbyes, of loyalties borne and discarded, yet not discarded. For the fugitive game is a lonely one, with only two players to see it through: a game, it would seem, without end.

A fugitive is like a long-distance runner, with a difference; a fugitive's distance is infinity. Infinity is a long, impossibly long, way away and there must be time for the hunted to rest, to gather strength to move once again.

Richard Kimble

Your grandson was given back to you. Not many people get a second chance.

(hesitantly with a hint of guilt at hating his own grandchild) It can't be God's will, not with doctors and medicine.

Richard Kimble

How do you know I wasn't sent here? Or why did I come to this house, why did I come to this town? Do you know?

Richard Kimble, both the hunted and the hunter. The truth that will free him is somewhere ahead. He will find it.

For a fugitive to survive, he must rely entirely on his senses. Richard Kimble has survived because his senses have become exceptional. The world is his jungle and the tiger he stalks is a man with one arm. From Kimble's years in this jungle, he has learned to miss nothing and to react quickly, as one must in a jungle.

And so Richard Kimble, fugitive, is back in the jungle again, where as always, he must be the prey of others. Until the day, once more, he can become the hunter.

For the fugitive, the offer of help--some simple, decent act of kindness--must be rejected. There are no relationships of any duration for him. Life consists of fleeting contacts.

A hunted man can clutch at a single straw. That one day, the hunters will lay down their guns, but for Richard Kimble, that day has not yet come.