Closing Narration quotes from The Fugitive

Tomorrow, the Westborne Clarion will have a new editor. One of the paper's first editorials will be a plea for innocent men pursued by the Furies -- men such as Richard Kimble, the Fugitive.

A walk toward the horizon. A hope that it will lead to the man with one arm. Only then will the search be over for the Fugitive.

Some six hundred passengers will depart the Reno airport today. Some are flying on business, some for pleasure, some for urgent personal reasons. One man, as always, is flying for his life: Richard Kimble, fugitive.

Now many months a fugitive, Richard Kimble walks the night again, but no longer in despair that he is hunting only a phantom. He has seen the one-armed man, and it has given him hope. Somewhere, sometime, they will meet again.

You took a chance for someone and it worked out for him. Someday, perhaps, it will work out for you -- somewhere in some far off city, at some far off time. But this is now, and you are still running. You are a fugitive.

Somewhere, a destination for this truck. But for Richard Kimble, no destiny. And, even asleep, there are shadows, shadows that haunt a man on the run -- a fugitive.

Two fugitives: one who has lost faith in her strength to cross a mountain, the other who must cross it in order to live. Sister Veronica turns to Richard Kimble for help. But the road is long and the mountain is high.

Two fugitives: one having found a resting place, the other continuing to step off his inches on the scale of life. For him, the future will be no less precarious. But, somehow, he won't feel quite so alone.

For almost two years, Richard Kimble has lived the life of a fugitive. How many times in his despair has he thought he would gladly trade places with any man on earth. Now, Richard Kimble knows: any man, except one.

For Richard Kimble, it must always be this way. Until he finds the man with one arm, the one man in the world who can help him walk in the light again, Richard Kimble must find his way in the dark -- a fugitive.

The past two years have been an endless procession of names, most of them forgotten. But one name will be remembered. For a fugitive is a lonely man, and Gus Priamos has been a friend.

Another path, another road. Roads that twist and wind and lead nowhere. Richard Kimble, fugitive.

Someday, someday, Richard Kimble will be settled, when he can take his own name again, when he finds the man who killed his wife. Until then, he must be what he is now: a fugitive.

A long night for Richard Kimble, but for a fugitive, the nights are always the longest.

The end game he has won, but for how long? Another night and another road, and still the deadly game goes on. So must he. North, South, East, West. A man alone. The Fugitive.