Opening Narration quotes from The Fugitive

Two years ago, this man was Richard Kimble, doctor of medicine. Today, he is Douglas Beckett, employed in the hills above Los Angeles. He is a trusted chauffeur and gateman. He is also still a fugitive.

The name on the time card is Hayes. A name is easily changed, dropped and forgotten. Every identity Richard Kimble has borrowed has vanished for good when he moved on.

A man on the run, convicted on circumstantial evidence of a murder he did not commit, calling himself Paul Hunter, driving relief for InterSouth Freight. This is his first trip. It is to be his last. He's only a few miles away from a grim encounter with truth and irony.

Enter a town for the first time and, if you're a fugitive, you will try to determine where the danger is. Most often, it will come from the police -- but not always.

This is where it began -- Fairgreen, Indiana. Here, ten years ago at the county hospital, Richard Kimble completed his internship. Here, he met a nurse named Helen Waverly and here, they resolved to get married. Now, he's come back to a town where people have reason to remember him -- perhaps some more than others.

The road of escape has led Richard Kimble to a new sanctuary. The work: dispatcher for Bullet Trucking Company. No questions asked, no references required. A good job for a fugitive.

A man on the run assumes many identities, each one reflecting in some way the life he has left behind. Thus, Dr. Richard Kimble, now known as Harry Reynolds, works as an orderly in a Michigan hospital. Once a respected pediatrician, he finds a hint of security in the familiar hospital routine. But no man, not even a convicted murderer, can completely abandon his past, nor can his past abandon him.

If you are a fugitive, you travel a lot, most often by hitching a ride with a stranger. And, always, you ask yourself: Who is he? What kind of man hides behind that face?

No job for Richard Kimble is anything more than a means to an end: survival. The dignity of his profession is a memory -- and a hope. He can never know what unexpected shift of fate will send him running again, perhaps in pursuit of the one-armed man, perhaps in flight for his life.

One community appears much like any other to a man who travels a lot. To Richard Kimble, fugitive, some are friendlier than others, some are more colorful. But they all have one thing in common: danger.

Encinas County, California. For the common laborer, a haven of perpetual harvest. For Richard Kimble, a sanctuary. But here on this fertile land, where the miracle of life stands in rich abundance, Kimble has watched the hand of Death reach out and twist Fate to its own purpose.

Fifty-five miles outside of Lincoln, Nebraska, wild animals in cages bring the curious to Major Alan Fielding's Jungleland. Richard Kimble, wearing the name Nick Peters, has found work here. The job began this morning. It is destined to end tonight.

When a man has the law at his heels, every stranger becomes a potential enemy, every incident takes on sinister proportions. Dr. Richard Kimble has eluded his pursuers for more than two years. he knows that his freedom depends largely on luck and that, sooner or later, that luck must run out.

Lake City, New York. A roadhouse hideaway outside of town. Music, a few drinks, and sometimes a momentary escape into a private world for just two people. For Richard Kimble, escape is always momentary, and two people are one too many in a private world already crowded with pursuers.

A highway has a life of its own. Each car brings a new face. And for Richard Kimble, working now in a Midwestern gas station, the next might be the face of danger.