Back to Gerard and his wife. They're in his office. He tells her slowly that with his job there's always something -- that you wonder if you looked hard enough and did all you could. Brief flashback blipvert of someone in a car, underwater. Huh? I guess All Will Be Revealed later. She says that she wants him to remember that in a few days, the first person to tell him there was nothing to worry about "was your wife." She kisses him and leaves.

Back to the Sheriff's office. Shelley's neighbor tells a deputy that he saw the car roar by at exactly 9:30 p.m. The deputy asks if he's sure. The neighbor says haughtily, in a cornpone accent thick enough to stand on, "Do the words of Jesus Christ Our Lord mean anything to you?" The deputy curls his lip and nostril like he smelled a used baby diaper. I laugh for the first time ever during this show, at exactly 10:00 a.m. on Saturday morning.

Gerard asks the woman police officer if she's gotten any responses yet. She says there are fifty with no responses, and he tells her to phone them. She looks at him with an expression that says, "Eat it." He says sneeringly, "Hot date?" Whoops -- apparently yes. Gerard agrees to look for an alternative if she gets started on the calls right away. Big dramatic zoom-in on the name of the sheriff in Manchester, South Carolina.

Well, whaddya know. It's Kimble, being questioned by that very sheriff. He tells the Sheriff that he saw Jesse in the tavern. He is uneasy and stuttering. The Sheriff asks if he's okay, that he seems a little nervous and jumpy. The Sheriff tells him that does he know Jesse had a record, and that they're both strangers to him. Kimble says slowly, "Okay. I just wanted to tell you what I saw." The Sheriff tells him he can't believe him until he checks him out, just like he checked out Jesse.

Ruh-roh. Right at that moment, Gerard faxes the Manchester sheriff's office Kimble's "Wanted" poster. Of course, Jesse's cell is within sight of the fax machine, and he sees it emerge. As it comes out of the feed, a deputy walks up to it, but he can't see the fax just yet. At this point I'm staring at the clock, wondering just how many more minutes of this heart-pounding excitement there are before I can turn the damned VCR off and watch Jacques Pepin make a coq au vin. I mean, we all know he's going to get away by the skin of his teeth at the end of this episode, right? I'm not exactly bursting anyone's balloon by revealing that, am I?