Closing Narration quotes from The Fugitive

Now six months, two weeks, and another thousand miles a fugitive, this is Richard Kimble. And this is how it is with him.

This is Jim Fowler, about to die. He will last long enough to take the bus out of Hainesville, Missouri, and then a new identity must emerge, a new identity to hide the path of his flight, and the path of his search for the man whose crime has made Richard Kimble the Fugitive.

Above the mountain, leaving it far below and behind him, Lieutenant Philip Gerard returns home without the man he had come to find and recapture. The other side of the mountain, of many mountains, a road twisting and turning into the future, without promise, without assurance for the man who must always go alone: Richard Kimble, fugitive.

Richard Kimble has seen the eyes of the hunter. He knows that for Gerard the chase will never end. But his bones ache from running and he needs the love of a girl. For sanctuary, he will risk a trap. For, in the long, long chase, he has lost everything but hope.

The road north, the road east. For the moment, to Richard Kimble, it makes no difference. The road ends nowhere.

This was Ray Miller, cut man. Before that, James Lincoln, bartender. And how many weary lonely, heart-breaking identities before that? Only if he succeeds in discovering the man who made him an outcast, can he again be Richard Kimble.

There is no celebration for a fugitive. Richard Kimble moves on, his objective always the same: to find the man who alone can deliver him from execution.

A city with ten million lights casts a hundred million shadows, each one only a passing refuge for a man on the run -- a man like the Fugitive.

Larry Talman, freed from the suspicion of murder, leaves the Alaskan Star. But it is Richard Kimble, still under the sentence of death, that steps ashore. He will stay in this place as long as it is safe. Then he will move on. It is said there is no rest for the wicked -- nor, sometimes, for the innocent.

A letter from an old friend. No return address, no name. A fugitive has to watch his step. Every step he takes, every hour, every minute, every second, any moves he makes might lead to death row. There's no way of knowing in advance. There's never any way of knowing.

Another city, another identity. Help Wanted. Help, but there is none. Richard Kimble must live with his past and his future. His only consolation: that somewhere, perhaps here, there is a one-armed man who has nightmares of him.

When Martin Rowland accepted imprisonment for his crime, he set himself free from a prison of a guilty conscience and from a woman who had no conscience. Not so fortunate for Richard Kimble. His imprisonment remains unchanged.

Most men have some secret fear. Most manage to live with it, to walk in the world with others and live a quiet, normal life. For one man, that is impossible: Richard Kimble, fugitive.

The outbound bus for from San Francisco -- destination: known. George Browning -- destination: unknown. His only companion: hope. Hope for the day when he can once again become Richard Kimble.

Home is the sailor, home from the sea. And the hunter, home from the hill. But for Richard Kimble, not yet. Not yet.