The lawyer stutteringly tells him not to reveal where he is. "I wasn't going to," Kimble tells him, and asks if he's heard from Gerard re: the passport package. The lawyer tells him he did, but it was a no-go. "What do you mean? That's who killed Helen, in the photograph!" The lawyer tells him the guy in the photograph is dead. Kimble tries to argue, but the lawyer tells him that he double-checked it and the guy's been dead for years, buried in New Orleans. Kimble insists that he saw the guy twice and was nearly killed by him. The lawyer sadly asks Kimble to turn himself in. "Come home. Rest," he says. Kimble gets enraged and tells him not to talk to him like that. The lawyer tells him to settle down and that he's got an appeals hearing lined up in three weeks. "Now let's do this the right way," the lawyer says. Somehow, I don't think any judge would look kindly upon on a fugitive from justice at an appeals hearing. Call it a hunch. Nor do I believe for one second that this lawyer's phone line isn't tapped! Meanwhile, Mia is playing around with the newspapers and sees the article attached to Kimble's face that says he's still at large. She panics and calls the cops on him. ["She hits on him knowing she's carrying another man's child, he rescues her, and then she turns him in to the cops? Whatta beeyotch." -- Sars]

Kimble rejoins Mia and tells her the car should be ready soon. Mia takes this news rather less jubilantly as Kimble might have come to expect. Kimble asks if she's okay, and Mia tells him nervously that she'll wait outside for him. Kimble sees the newspaper, and suddenly everyone's yelling, the Tension Music got too loud, and it's just anarchy. Kimble tries to tell Mia he's innocent, Mia tells the mechanic Kimble's a murderer, the beefy mechanic grabs Kimble in a bear hug, and Nutbucket drives up. Mia backpedals and runs back into the garage. Nutbucket grabs her by the hair and calls her a bitch. That's it, I've had it. It's time for Kimble to play his ace in the hole. He needs to say, "Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry," then turn green and grab Nutbucket by the neck, threatening to squeeze him until his eyes pop out. Kimble wrenches away from the mechanic and tries to get Nutbucket away from Mia. Nutbucket swings at Kimble and knocks him a good one square across the jaw. Then Nutbucket slips on sawdust and flings himself back on some protruding object, which gashes clean through Nutbucket's thigh to come out on the other side. Nutbucket falls to the ground, squalling something awful. There is no evidence that he pulled himself away from the protruding object before slipping to the ground, so how he manages to fall right down without slicing his thigh clear up to his gut is beyond me. And believe me, I rewound the scene many times and suffered through the grossness to check and quadruple-check. Just a point of continuity. Kimble grabs Nutbucket and puts pressure on the leg, trying to stop the bleeding. He orders Mia to get clean rags. She tells him to let Nutbucket bleed to death. "MIA!" Kimble yells. The mechanic hands over some rags as Kimble douses his hands in what we hope is not a bucket for cleaning the goop left from dead flies off of windshields. Kimble gives Mia a rag and tells her to apply pressure to Nutbucket's leg with the heel of her hand. Some computer-generated blood bubbles merrily up from the wound. Kimble realizes he can't fashion a tourniquet from the rags as sirens sound. Kimble looks at Mia. "I called them," she tells him tearfully. Kimble continues his attempts to stanch the blood as the cops get out of the car, weapons drawn. He's ordered to step away from Nutbucket with his hands up. Kimble tells him he can't, because Nutbucket's femoral artery is torn. The cops tell him to put a tourniquet on it. "It won't work!" Kimble shouts. "If I let go, he'll bleed out." He looks at Mia, who looks very contrite. The stupid bint.