Love needs time to grow, and a hunted man has no time. Yesterday, a need that found hope in a look, a word, a touching of hands, is today denied by flight -- a flight from guns. Today’s guns are already miles behind, but the need remains.
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A derrick barge used for underwater salvage work off the coast of California. Richard Kimble has taken the name Tony Carter, and, unknowingly, taken the hand of trouble.
The highway north carries a fugitive to freedom -- a freedom shadowed by his own special jinx. He cannot look back now. He can only look ahead to the day when that jinx will ultimately be broken.
A fugitive has many enemies. A desert is among them. But the desert can also bring friends.
To Richard Kimble, a border is a dark tunnel whose other end might lead to the final encounter with a many-faced enemy. But for the moment, it leads to safety.
For a fugitive, there must be wariness in even the simplest chore: an extra sense, sharpened by the two-fold chase--the fugitive hunted and the fugitive hunting.
A fugitive moves on, through anguished tunnels of time. Down dim streets, into dark corners, and each new day offers fear and frustration, tastes of honey and hemlock. But if there is hazard, there is also hope.
A man on the run comes to expect neither justice nor mercy. Every hand is against him; every face turns away from his pain. In such moments, the thread of hope, of life itself, stretches to the breaking point.
A man on the run must never stop. After every fall, he must get up. Push on toward the same elusive goal. A goal so close at times as to be only a heartbreak away.
A big city: a jungle of anonymity, where nobody looks too close and everybody is locked in with his own big problem. A hiding place for a man who, for the moment, calls himself Carl Baker.
One man is still the hunter, and the other is still the fugitive.
At dawn, he rises to labor through the sunlight hours. His hands, skilled enough for a surgeon's knife, are forced to cruder tasks, tasks no longer of his own choosing. Not even his name is his own.
(Gerard is confronting local news editor Martin Pierce over a self-serving editorial criticizing him for his department's arrests of young car thieves)
MPMartin Pierce
Not in my opinion, Lieutenant, when your department is so busy trying to make an example.....
Your son is NOT being made an example of, Mr. Pierce; your son STOLE A CAR.
MPMartin Pierce
He BORROWED a car!
The courts will decide that! My men perform a police function only. Perhaps the Judge will believe Gary's story, I certainly hope so.
MPMartin Pierce
Lieutenant, you know better. My boy's in deep trouble. He said he was going out for a little ride, but your overenthusiastic men arrested him before he could return the car.
(clearly stunned Pierce is doubling down on excusing his son) Overenthusi.....oh come on now, Mr. Pierce, you can't have it both ways! Either my men are lax or they're going beyond the call of duty! Which way do you want it?
MPMartin Pierce
It isn't a question of how I want it! I'm making a case for simple justice.
No you're not! You're acting like an angry father! That makes you an irresponsible newspaperman!
A fugitive gets his fill of goodbyes, of loyalties borne and discarded, yet not discarded. For the fugitive game is a lonely one, with only two players to see it through: a game, it would seem, without end.
A fugitive is like a long-distance runner, with a difference; a fugitive's distance is infinity. Infinity is a long, impossibly long, way away and there must be time for the hunted to rest, to gather strength to move once again.
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