I wanted both of them. One was a killer. He'd killed before and if allowed to escape he'd have killed again. The other one, Kimble, he's done the one murder he'd probably ever do. And until I find him....and I will....he's no real menace to anyone, but himself.
SBSharon Brame
(finally sinking in what Kimble really is compared to her late husband) Honest Sam.
No real menace to anyone but himself. That’s the way it must be for Richard Kimble. Still alone and hunted. Even the good he might do is unable to balance the scales of justice which have made him, and keep him, a fugitive.
For some, a highway is just a road to travel for business or pleasure. For Richard Kimble, it is sometimes the only means to freedom. But at the moment, just minutes ahead of the law, it can be a one-way street leading to sudden death.
For Richard Kimble, freedom is a precious gift. Sometimes found in the solitude of a trackless wilderness. Sometimes granted by strangers. But he knows that always it is a gift that may be taken back from him. Suddenly and forever.
For some people like Larry, there is justice tempered with mercy. A sentence of five years, suspended. For Richard Kimble, there is no understanding judge. He must find his own justice.
For men who go down to the sea in ships, time ashore is precious, measured in minutes. For this man, it is measured in apprehension and danger. His name is Richard Kimble. He is a fugitive.
Somewhere, back across the border, is the one-armed man. Until he is found, there can be no reprieve from fear. Richard Kimble remains what he is today, a fugitive.
Along an isolated stretch of farmland in Nebraska, a construction company builds the sleek asphalt ribbon of a new superhighway. Workers are need. Richard Kimble takes his place in line with other nameless faces, seeking a job that will give him a new beginning, a new identity. But a superhighway, even one that is yet unfinished, can prove a dangerous road--for a fugitive.
A fugitive ropes his way into a small corner of darkness, hoping for sanctuary from the relentless force that eternally pursues him. Now, thrust once again into the harsh, inquisitive light, Richard Kimble must run, searching for the elusive place where a new life can commence.
Between birth and death, a man travels many roads and learns to predict what lies around the next bend. But for a fugitive, there are no road maps--only blind instinct, sharpened by the knowledge that every step may be his last.
As one road is blocked, Richard Kimble takes another. For a fugitive, there are no freeways. All roads are toll roads, to be paid in blood and pain. There are many roads. There is only one goal.
A man on the run has few moments to relax, to live as other men. But a fugitive cannot live by flight alone. Even he must pause for the rare moment to replenish.
A fugitive, a man driven by a dream. Two dreams: flight from an unjust punishment, where every town is an unjust town; and a dream of destiny, that one town somewhere where Richard Kimble will find his freedom.
(unaware that Kimble is hiding in Fritz Simpson's office closet, Gerard drags Simpson and his assistant Sally into the office to interrogate them about test subject Carl Stoker - who is in reality one-armed suspect Fred Johnson)
FSFritz Simpson
As I TOLD you, Lieutenant, he is an employee of the College just as we ALL are.
Look Professor, I'm something of a psychologist, too. I know when I've touched a nerve and I know what I see with my own eyes. That is the man Kimble is after! Now there comes a point where coincidence ends and harboring a fugitive begins!
