Lt. "This Is No Calvin Klein Obsession" Gerard watches the news reports that Kimble was positively I.D.'d in Myrtle Beach, and he opens his daughter's laptop and brings up the DrRichardKimble.com website.
Chuck bursts back into his guesthouse to find Kimble shaking on the couch, and immediately launches into a self-flagellating diatribe. "I shouldn't have left. It's my fault. I knew you were hallucinating. I shouldn't have left. It's my fault," Chuck natters, strangely close to hysteria. Kimble tries to tell him it's okay. "NO! It's not okay!" Chuck shouts, banging his fist against a beam. Kimble looks at the beam and thinks, "What kind of psycho rescued me?" Chuck starts pacing the room, saying he can't be depended on. Kimble asks what the hell he's talking about. "I'm not what you call normal, Dr. Kimble," Chuck says, "Why do you think I live in my mom's guest house. Why do you think I don't have a job or go to college --" Kimble interrupts him and tells him soothingly that he knows Chuck's someone, a person. The CB transmitters broadcast news that the 911 call was just another dead end. Chuck comments that it looks like it will be over soon, anyway. Chuck tells him that he envies Kimble. "Why?" Kimble asks, "All I do is look for --" "The One-Armed Man," Chuck finishes for him, "you'll catch him, I believe that." Kimble asks how he knows about the One-Armed Man; Chuck tells him it's all on the website, all the court transcripts and everything else about the trial. Yeah, except that when I tried to access the court transcripts, I got an "Access Denied" thrown at me. What's up with that, Chuck? Chuck tells him that there are lots of people out there who believe in Kimble's innocence. Chuck shows him the website and tells him that there are 254 messages alone on One Arm. I beg to differ. I counted, and there are only twenty-eight messages on One Arm. Chuck says if they just knew what One Arm looked like, there would be people looking for him all across the country. Kimble pulls out One Arm's passport and gives it to Chuck. "You can help me find him, can't you?" Kimble asks. Chuck looks him straight in the eye and says, "Yeah."