I would like to announce here and now that, like any good writer, I researched what "lagniappe" meant before it got explained.
Lagniappe derives from New World Spanish la ñapa, "the gift," and perhaps ultimately from Quechua yapay, "to give more." The word came into the rich Creole dialect mixture of New Orleans and there acquired a French spelling. It is still used chiefly in Southern Louisiana to denote a little bonus that a friendly shopkeeper might add to a purchase. By extension, it may mean "an extra or unexpected gift or benefit."
Okay? Yes, I want a cookie. Thanks.
Scenes from past episodes, culminating in Kimble getting shot just above the heart by Vasick in the last episode.
Blue map -- with what looks like a NASDAQ ticker underneath -- pinpoints Kimble's newest location in New Orleans. A riverboat named "Creole Queen" rolls by, and suddenly we are on a set that looks suspiciously akin to Bourbon Street. Kimble is amblin' down the street. Hey, Doc, if you run into David, can you tell him I said, "Woo woo?" Kisses. We all get a brief moment of fear when someone calls out, "Richard!" but (sigh) he meant someone else. Kimble checks into yet another fleabag hovel of a motel; this one is called "Hotel Cadeaux." There's a nip at my ankle, and I look down to see Overarching Plot Metaphor gnawing calmly on my socks. Geddit? Cadeaux is French for "gifts." The old Creole man at the front desk takes in Kimble's tight shirt and pecs and notes, "If you have a companion, the rate is doubled." Kimble mutters that he's alone. Always alone. Doomed to walk the earth as a solitary figure with no one to love. He took the path less walked upon. Let the maudlin strings of a one-eyed street violinist with scabies play on. Kimble locks himself in his room and stares out the window briefly and meaningfully before unwrapping a photocopy of a death certificate. Black-and-white flashback to Kimble learning that One Arm is a man named Charnquist who died of an overdose and was buried in New Orleans. Everyone together now: Ohhhhhh.
Kimble visits a hospital and requests the medical records of one Benjamin Charnquist. He tells the scrubs-clad receptionist that he's Charnquist's brother. The nurse waves him to some locale behind her and tells him he'll be required to produce proof of kinship. Kimble fills out a form while watching the movements of hospital personnel. He's particularly interested in a basket of ID tags. He snatches one and makes off with it. Luckily, there's a mall photo-booth nearby that takes the exact size photos necessary for Kimble to falsify the hospital ID I mean, it's a good thing the hospital doesn't use those new-fangled computer-generated photos that seem to be catching on like wildfire all over the world.