The Fugitive quotes

Webers Landing, Florida. A thousand miles from the state prison where Richard Kimble was scheduled to die. Tonight, it will seem closer.

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

This is the instrument, and this it's operator. The subjects, newlyweds and a day to remember, always. This is the fugitive, and as fate would have it, he is the target, and this is the sound. Like that of a trigger of a trap. This is the picture which vanity, not fate, discards. But fate is not finished with Richard Kimble. It is only a matter of time and place. This is the place, and with the common ordinary act of a man buying cigarettes, now is the time, and fate is swift and sure.

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.

The man is Richard Kimble and, not surprisingly, the man is tired. Tired of looking over his shoulder, the ready lie, of the buses and freight trains. Richard Kimble is tired of running.

Richard Kimble

You know that boy actually worshipped you? God knows why but you were the man he wanted to be. In fact he was so hung on the legend of the great G. Stanley Lazer that he believed everything you said in there this afternoon was true. He was angry, but he believed what you said.

And where was I wrong?

Richard Kimble

I'll tell you where you were right. You said he was good. He's good, in fact he's so good he's making the great Stanley Lazer look bad.

The trial's not over yet.

Richard Kimble

But he's winning.

I don't know that he's winning.

Richard Kimble

Yes you do. If it weren't for that wounded vanity of yours you'd be proud of him.

Richard Kimble

It's not their fault that you're seventy years old. They didn't drive the car, they didn't put you in that wheelchair. But you won't put the blame where it belongs, will you? So they're guilty. No trial, nothing. Guilty. But what are they guilty of, Professor? Of being young? Are they guilty of wanting to be what you were? But are they guilty of trespassing on some private little kingdom of yours? Just what are they guilty of?

Another town, another name. The search continues and Richard Kimble now knows beyond any doubt that it must continue. There is no resting place for a fugitive.

Another dreary town, another shabby street. Another weary pause on Richard Kimble's search for the man with one arm, his only real hope for escaping a life of fear.

Richard Kimble

A...bowl of soup, any kind.

(as Kimble opens the paper) No front page. Richard Kimble turns directly to the classified section. Here are the things that really matter. A room. A job. A way to stay alive, and tonight, something else:

"Personal to R.K. Have information regarding September 17th. Phone me at home. Urgent. E.B." The 17th was the night Kimble's wife was murdered.

Lt. Gerard

I check the out-of-town papers every couple of weeks.

How long as this been running?

Lt. Gerard

Seven days.

Where?

Lt. Gerard

New York, LA, Pittsburgh, I haven't checked the rest, but she's spent a lot of money.

She?

Lt. Gerard

Eleanor Burnett. Those are her initials. She's in love with him.

You know that?

Lt. Gerard

I know she never missed a single session of the trial.

Lt. Gerard

Now come on, Aida, every second you hold me up you drive her closer to the edge.

Where will Richard Kimble go? Wherever the bus is going. Wherever the fates will take him. Wherever there is a hope of finding the one-armed man. And now once again, there is that hope.

The road is endless for Richard Kimble. Endless, uncertain.

Always new people, always new places. Only one thing is constant for Richard Kimble. At the end, there is always the road. Richard Kimble is a fugitive.

Grand Forks, North Dakota. It is twenty-six months since the escape, and still another city has become a blind alley for Richard Kimble. The man with one arm, author of the crime for which Kimble was to die, remains elusive -- and, again, it is time to move on.