- George Forster: There you were. Without a coat on your back or a dime in your pocket. A man like you, sophisticated, intelligent. You must have been running. I've never asked you why.
- Dr. Richard Kimble: Don't spoil your record.
- Narrator: [Opening Narration. Viewers see Richard Kimble at work as a chauffeur] He used to be a Doctor of Medicine. He's a chauffeur now, driving his employer home to the small mid-western 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 is Richard Kimble, Fugitive.
- Narrator: [Closing Narration. Viewers see Richard Kimble escaping into the night] 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.
- George Forster: Fingerprints. That's bad news, isn't it, Tom?
- Dr. Richard Kimble: What do you mean?
- George Forster: Six weeks ago I find you sleeping in my garage. Burning up with fever.