Narrator: [Continuing Act One Narration following a scene with Lt. Gerard and his superior, Capt. Carpenter. Viewers see Kimble opening a newspaper's Want Ads page] Ready? A job. What will it be?
[Kimble circles an ad that reads "Bartender - Work Nights. The Branding Iron. 109 South Scott Street."]
Narrator: Be ready for the questions and hope there won't be too many.
Narrator: [Epilog Closing Narration. Viewers see Richard Kimble, suitcase in hand, walking down a city street at night. He pauses a moment to pet a stray kitten] Now six months, two weeks, and another thousand miles a Fugitive, this is Richard Kimble. And this is how it is with him.
Lt. Philip Gerard: [to Monica Wells after her husband's funeral] So he
[meaning Dr. Kimble]
Lt. Philip Gerard: told you about me. Excellent. He thinks about me as much as I think about him.
Monica Welles: He's innocent!
Lt. Philip Gerard: The law says guilty.
Monica Welles: The law isn't perfect.
[Gerard looks slightly annoyed]
Monica Welles: Wherever he is now, he knows I believe him. I always will.
Dr. Kimble: Monica, I've got to leave town... but if you and Mark come with me, you might be worse off.
Monica Welles: I don't understand.
Dr. Kimble: My picture's in every police station in the country. Right now they might just be realizing who James Lincoln really is... a convicted murderer.
Monica Welles: I don't believe it.
Dr. Kimble: I said convicted. I'm innocent. I'm... I'm a doctor, a pediatrician. I *was* a doctor.
Narrator: [Opening Narration. Viewers see a Greyhound Bus pull into the Tucson, Arizona depot. Several passengers disembark, among them, Richard Kimble] Now six months a Fugitive, this is Richard Kimble with a new identity and, for as long as it is safe, a new name - James Lincoln. He thinks of the day when we might find the man with one arm. But now is now, and this is how it is with him.
[Viewers see Kimble, suitcase in hand, walks through the bus depot]
Narrator: Another journey - another place. Walk neither too fast nor too slow. Beware the eyes of strangers. Keep moving.
[Kimble reaches a hotel entrance]
Narrator: The right one - or will it be a mistake? Is this the trap where it will end?
[Kimble checks in at the desk and enters room 26]
Narrator: Safe - for now. Another room.
[Kimble glances out a window]
Narrator: Windows look out - and look in.
[Kimble pulls down the shade]
Narrator: Get busy.
[Kimble opens his suitcase on the bed and removes a shaving kit which includes a bottle of hair dye. He goes into the bathroom and carefully examines his face and hair in the mirror]
Narrator: Look closely. Be sure of this: they'll never stop looking. He'll never stop. Not Lieutenant Gerard.