The Fugitive · Season 1
Nick Walker you said?
That's right, Sister.
Well, Mr. Walker, you are a splendid mechanic. This car has not run so well since I left the convent.
This car isn't running, Sister. It's looking for a quiet place to die.
I don't suppose you made financial provisions for the trip?
Of course...(looks in her purse) $20.35.
Good.
That's what I had when I stared out. My balance now is $1.45.
A dollar fou...that isn't even going to get us to the top of the next hill!
Two fugitives: one who has lost faith in her strength to cross a mountain, the other who must cross it in order to live. Sister Veronica turns to Richard Kimble for help. But the road is long and the mountain is high.
Richard Kimble, alias Nick Walker, had called it, "a car looking for a quiet place to die." But this ancient vehicle, held together by faith and rusty wire, has come halfway across the mountains, carrying two fugitives: Sister Veronica, a fugitive from God on her way to Sacramento to renounce her vows; and Richard Kimble, fugitive from injustice, now wearing the name Nick Walker, borrowed from a wallet which he had found in Lincoln City. Two fugitives, moving through a dragnet that straddles two states. One, unaware that the other is the object of the intensive manhunt.
Two fugitives: one having found a resting place, the other continuing to step off his inches on the scale of life. For him, the future will be no less precarious. But, somehow, he won't feel quite so alone.
Richard Kimble's hands once eased the pain, ministered the illness, even saved the lives of countless children. Now, the hands are as fugitive as the man to whom they belong.
For almost two years, Richard Kimble has lived the life of a fugitive. How many times in his despair has he thought he would gladly trade places with any man on earth. Now, Richard Kimble knows: any man, except one.
These have been depserate months for Richard Kimble. Running in fear. Someday, somewhere, someone will recognize him. Who? When? That's what he lives with.
For Richard Kimble, it must always be this way. Until he finds the man with one arm, the one man in the world who can help him walk in the light again, Richard Kimble must find his way in the dark -- a fugitive.
For Richard Kimble, a thousand names, a thousand jobs. Here, he is Johnny Sherman, warehouse worker, and as always for a fugitive, the load is a heavy one.
The past two years have been an endless procession of names, most of them forgotten. But one name will be remembered. For a fugitive is a lonely man, and Gus Priamos has been a friend.
Never in one place too long. That's the first rule for a fugitive. Always keep running, always with the nightmare fear that one day, the chase will catch up with him. One day. Perhaps now.
Another path, another road. Roads that twist and wind and lead nowhere. Richard Kimble, fugitive.
The Pruitt family home. The Tidewater South, Georgia. In antebellum years, a home graced by gracious women, and even after cotton was no longer king, the Pruitt women were gentle and well-bred. Richard Kimble, fugitive, pauses here in his endless flight. For as long as he dares, he will be David Benton, research technician.
Someday, someday, Richard Kimble will be settled, when he can take his own name again, when he finds the man who killed his wife. Until then, he must be what he is now: a fugitive.
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