Closing Narration quotes from The Fugitive

Save up a lot of loneliness, and you’re apt to spend it somewhere This time on a lonely pier, livened only by the sound of an ancient calliope, and the brass ring caught by a fugitive can only give him a brief ride to nowhere.

Now indeed, Steve Younger is dead. But the thin thread that binds Richard Kimble to life winds back into the fingers of Lieutenant Philip Gerard, who will follow it, and cut it if he can.

In the aftermath of violence, there must always come a moment of peace. A time for healing and a time to restore the delicate balance of life versus death. But for a fugitive, there can be no moment of peace. He must travel the road of the hunted, and for Richard Kimble, that road apparently has no end.

The world in which young people get married and share love and build dreams is a thousand miles from the world in which Richard Kimble walks. The world of pursuit and fear. The world of a fugitive.

He will use many other names and move through many other places. Searching for Richard Kimble, dreading each backward look as long as he must remain a fugitive.

It is a never-ending pattern. Buy a ticket, catch a bus, East or North, South or West, destination any town. This time, maybe he'll be there, a man with one arm, and for Richard Kimble, the never-ending pattern will be ended.

The night is over. The town that held a gun to Kimble’s head is many miles behind, already becoming part of the dizzying procession of towns through which a fugitive must pass. Searching for the man who can mean his salvation.

A man tries to arm himself against a lonely night, for he knows that at this time and place, there can be no homecoming for a fugitive.

Justice can be delivered by a final act of violence, or it can be elusive and taunting, as it has become for Richard Kimble. For him, justice hides around the next bend in the road, beyond the next mountain, on the bus that is just pulling out. Somewhere, sometime, he will find it, and so he moves on.

The death sentence comes in many forms, affecting each man in a different way. For some, it means an end to pain. For others, it becomes a challenge to live. For Richard Kimble, the challenge is repeated with every new turn of the road.

For a man named Blackburn, justice will be done. But for Richard Kimble, that day has not yet come, and so he moves on, searching.

Free once again with the rootless freedom of the hunted. Anonymous in a world in which he must dread the sound of his own name, Richard Kimble continues running, searching, a fugitive.

As a doctor, Richard Kimble was sworn to the preservation of human life. Now, years later, as he travels a lonely path from city to city and state to state, the life he is searching to save is his own.

Death brings with it a jolting shock of reality. No man can live or die in this world without in some way affecting the lives of others. Richard Kimble flees the aftermath of tragedy, a tragedy with which he was not the maker, but of which he will share the guilt. This is the burden of a fugitive.

One man’s dream ends, while another man’s nightmare merely continues. Richard Kimble is free, he has room for tonight.