The Fugitive Season 1 quotes

For Richard Kimble, there is no sanctuary from the night wind. There is no cave in which to hide. But occasionally, along the road, a fugitive will find a hand extended in trust, and the night wind will not seem so cold.

No matter how far a man may run, he cannot escape the emotional ties that bind him to his past. So Richard Kimble finds himself drawn to the factory town of Hempstead Mills. The reason: the chance of a small item in the local newspaper.

Richard Kimble, fugitive. On a brief visit to a dead past. Now once more in search of a future.

Hey Mister!

A fugitive is usually a man without a goal, aimlessly fleeing the Furies that pursue him. But for Richard Kimble, there is a goal: a phantom who has himself become a fugitive. And Richard Kimble, in turn, now becomes the hunter. [cut to interior of car with another newspaper with the exact same photo, pan up to see its driver, Lt. Gerard] But another hunter is also on the move.

Lt. Gerard

I want to know who that man was with Barbara Webb this afternoon and where she's gone with him.

I don't know.

Lt. Gerard

I hope you enjoyed your drive this evening, Mr. Malone, because it's going to cost you.

You'd have a tough time proving I broke any laws and you know it. Now I've been a newspaperman almost as long as you've been a cop, Lieutenant, and I am not easily intimidated.

Lt. Gerard

There's something else we both know. If that man with her is Richard Kimble, Miss Webb will go to prison for a long time.

I was just out taking a little drive in her car.

Lt. Gerard

You fired her for just this sort of thing, but you're still in love with her, aren't you?

None of your business.

Richard Kimble

(speaking into a pay phone) I'd like to make a person to person call to Lieutenant Philip Gerard at the Baker City Police Department.

Richard Kimble

Yes, it's G-E-R-A-R-D. That's right.

Richard Kimble

I'll wait.

And Richard Kimble waits, not yet aware that his hope for salvation has again disappeared. Waits to be reminded by Lt. Philip Gerard that he is still as much a fugitive as before.

The days of a fugitive run together as one, the fear and desperation unrelieved by the sounds of laughter. But Richard Kimble, now using the name Nick Philips, will find that a man may laugh only to escape the terror of silence.

One man dies and another survives for at least another day. For one, the sound of laughter has faded. For the other, the echo of that sound remains. Richard Kimble's lonely flight continues, but now perhaps, he will find an occasional moment to remember and smile.

As a doctor, he had dedicated himself to the preservation of life. Now a fugitive, the life he must preserve is his own. Richard Kimble's safety depends on knowing where the enemy is -- and who.

All men run the risk of being chained to their pasts. For Richard Kimble, that bondage is stronger than the steel that hangs from his wrist; and so he moves on, searching. Knowing that for him, now there can be no freedom.

For many men, life is a ceaseless flight: each moment of each day must be escaped by fleeing somehow, somewhere, without rest, until one day, all hope dies, even the hope of further flight. Perhaps for such men, death comes as a final and all obliterating act of kindness: after a lifetime of nightmarish flight, an eternity of dreamless rest. But for Richard Kimble, there is no rest. Not free to live, he is also denied the freedom of death.

Even for the guilty, there is relief when the truth is known, but for Richard Kimble, the truth that will free him lies somewhere ahead. Over the next horizon, beyond the next town. At another place, at another time.

A carnival can be a place of fun and games or the funhouse mirrors a reflection of man's uglier side. If you happen to be Richard Kimble, it can simply be another lonely street where the laughter belongs to someone else.

The carnival has moved on, and so too has Richard Kimble. The carnival moves north, taking its ragbag of noise and excitement to another town, searching for the crowds that are its life, and Richard Kimble, a fugitive still, searches for the one man who can mean HIS life.

A man on the run may manage to elude the law, but his yesterdays follow him like an ever-lengthening shadow. For some, the shadow of the past is an object of fear. But for Richard Kimble, it's a form of security. His memories are a bulwark against hopelessness and despair. When the memories falter, so does Kimble.