The Fugitive Season 1 quotes

Another town with its thousand faces. Examine them well, or somewhere among them tonight, tomorrow, next week, will be one face that will tighten in recognition, and for a fugitive, the running will begin again.

A trout hatchery, high in the mountains -- made to order for Richard Kimble, fugitive -- far off the main road. A lonely job. Too lonely for most men.

There's only about a hundred back roads and they don't show on no map.

Lt. Philip Gerard

Then that copter can make all the difference, with a white station wagon on these green hills.

Unless Kimble ditches the wagon and goes by shanks mare.

He might. He knows ever back trail around her for twenty miles.

(self-servingly) I offered to pick him up and hold him.

Lt. Philip Gerard

(seeing through it) You had your chance.

Richard Kimble

(examining football cards Phil Gerard Jr. has been dropping) How far back have you been dropping them?

Not far. Honest.

Richard Kimble

Now listen to me. I'm not your father. Now if I killed my wife, I'm dangerous. If I didn't I'm tired of running. Either way you'll be a smart boy if you just sit there and behave yourself and don't try anything. All right?

Richard Kimble

All right.

(showcasing a deer he shot) Come at me like a regular wildcat. Had to shoot him in self-defense.

Richard Kimble

They tell me deer are out of season.

They tell me wives, are, too.

He's not gonna let some kid hold him up, assuming he hasn't ditched him.....

Lt. Philip Gerard

He hasn't ditched him yet.

Well he ditched the car just like I said.....!

Lt. Philip Gerard

All he had was half a tank of gas, just like you said!

(loading portions of the deer he shot with help from Kimble and Phil Jr.) I keep my camp meat back here. The law gets a little snoopy. I reckon you know about that, though.

(to Phil Jr.) I didn't hear you tell him thanks boy. Now look, son, just because a man kills his wife.....

Kimble

I didn't kill my wife.

Sure, and I didn't kill this deer, either.

(from outside) Corbin! You home?

(whispering in near-panic) Uh oh, that's Matt Davis the game warden. Keep him quiet.

For Richard Kimble, another shabby room, another lonely night, another reaching out to touch someone he has met along the way. That is how it is, that is how it must remain. Richard Kimble is a fugitive.

Those who run need sanctuary, a time and a place to catch their breath and plan ahead. On the estate of a wealthy couple, Richard Kimble has found a temporary haven.

The life of a fugitive, seldom downhill. Richard Kimble moves on. The hunter and the hunted. Free now to continue his search.

The farm hand who likes his work lives a wholesome, uncomplicated life -- unless he is Richard Kimble, fugitive. The quiet country road is a road to danger, the peaceful village or farm, a potential trap.

How much farther must a fugitive go before he can stop and rest. North or East or West or South. One direction is as good, or as bad, as another, if you're Richard Kimble, fugitive.

You travel at night if you're on the run. The dark is a shield against curious eyes, against questions, against talk. Haunted by what lies behind. As always, fearful of what lies ahead.

Richard Kimble still travels in the dark. Waiting. Hoping for the day he can prove his innocence. Until then, it must remain night for him. Until then, Richard Kimble must be what he is. A fugitive.

Another stopping place at the end of another road. If your name is Richard Kimble, you're guilty of escape and flight. You have no future unless you can find the past: the night of September 17th, two years ago. You saw the man who killed your wife that night. The face was there for only a moment but you'll never forget it. And you keep looking. Today, a truck driver mentions a one-armed man in Decatur. The description fits.