The Fugitive Season 1 quotes

When a man is on the run, every stranger is a potential enemy, every friend a surprise. For Richard Kimble, the only real friend is the darkness, and the road that has no end.

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.

Another place, another memory to follow him. Another escape through the night. Always the way of a fugitive.

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.

An anonymous room, another town. For Richard Kimble, the day has ended, but there’s little time to rest. Tomorrow, his search continues.

Occasionally, a fugitive must make contact with reality to escape the loneliness of flight, to preserve his sanity. For Richard Kimble, contact with reality consists of an occasional telephone conversation with his sister. Tonight's call, however, could mean a great deal more.

Lt. Gerard

You know as well as I do there's no point in filing unless you have some sort of new evidence.

And there couldn't be any new evidence could there? I mean after all, he is guilty.

Lt. Gerard

But it might be an idea to keep an eye on Burt Green. A lawyer representing Kimble shouldn't be looking that pleased with himself.

A witness has seen the one-armed man. Richard Kimble has had confirmed what he had almost begun to doubt himself, and a phantom seen by two men can be seen again.

High Desert Inn. Sixty-two miles from the town of Reeseburg, Arizona. It's a vacation spot for the very rich. Tycoons and statesmen come to spend long weekends here, relaxing incommunicado. For one man, depleted by the terrible pace of running for his life, it is a vital oasis, a needed place to pause and recoup his energy -- and hope.

All secrets are safe with this man, because none is as deadly to him as his own. His secret is that he is Richard Kimble.

He used to be a doctor of medicine. He's a chauffeur now, driving his employer home to the small Midwestern town where he was born. Home -- for the man at the wheel, it is only a word, because there is no home for him. Not now, because he's Richard Kimble, a fugitive.

Darkness and silence and flight into fear. Richard Kimble has made this journey before. He will make it again. Until he proves his innocence, he remains a fugitive.

The ad in the newspaper reads Wanted: Someone to drive. For a fugitive anxious to move on, it is apparently an ideal answer. Apparently.

For a few moments, Richard Kimble became a doctor again, and memories were stirred of another time and another world. But this is now, and he is again a fugitive, searching for the end of a perilous road.