The next day, Kimble and Mia pull up to a run-down plantation-style house. Mia asks whose house it is, and instead of answering, Kimble says, "I'll be right back," and gets out of the car. Inside the house, a guy examines the passport under a magnifying glass. "It's a good one," he comments. "Warren said you do good work," Kimble says. The falsifier says he didn't do this one. Since there's really no other way to distinguish him and since it's also the name of an enormously fat and lovely cat down the street, I'm just going to dub him Falstaff. It sounds like "falsifier," it's easier to type, and let's face it, Shakespeare just reeks class. "I'd remember this face," Falstaff says. Kimble is disappointed. Falstaff says that if Kimble's sure the passports were made around there, he might know who did them.