The Fugitive quotes

A man who has to run to survive finds respite sometimes in desolate places. For the moment, this man is Steve Younger -- for the moment, a truck driver. Yet today, within the hour, Steve Younger has a rendezvous with death.

If Richard Kimble is dead, that would be the end of a lot of worry and trouble for you, and yet you seem to be trying to prove that he's alive.

Lt. Philip Gerard

You said if Kimble is dead.

And you hope it's a slip of the tongue.

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.

Bixton, Arizona. Small, quiet. For some, a good place to live. But for Richard Kimble, fugitive, it's only a stopover between rides -- a stopover he will not soon forget.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.