Closing Narration quotes from The Fugitive

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 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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

For some men, the world has provided little room. No place for them to live as other men. But for Richard Kimble, there is such a place, and to find it, he must now continue his lonely search.

I will practice my profession with conscience and dignity. Even under threat, I will not use my medical knowledge contrary to the laws of humanity. I make these promises solemnly, freely and upon my honor. And for Richard Kimble, fugitive, they still apply.

Another horizon, another haven to look for. The constant search of a fugitive.

For some, the future is a limitless vista. Bright and shining, full of hope. For Richard Kimble, the future, like the past, is a recurring nightmare in which hope is a cynic’s smile.

He stands convicted of a crime he did not commit. His full-time occupation is the search for the guilty man. There is no one who has a greater appreciation of freedom and the blessings of liberty than Richard Kimble, fugitive.

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.

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.