As Kimble waits for the rubber cement (Is he a pro or what? Rubber cement makes for some good fake boogers to throw at any unsuspecting little sister that happens to be nearby. Not that I'd know.) to dry on his new ID, sounds of a hallway scuffle penetrate his flimsy door. The proprietor of the Hotel Gift is wrassling with another man, who seems to be in possession of a broken bottle. They both come crashing through Kimble's door, and he jumps up and says, "Hey!" Kimble grabs the attacker's arm but is flung to the ground. Ineffectual as a gnat, I tell you. The attacker rams the broken bottle into the hotel proprietor's arm. "Ouch!" says Mr. Proprietor indignantly. The attacker backs away and imitates Bill and Ted as he says, "Whoa!" "I'm bleedin'!" says Mr. Proprietor, sounding slightly annoyed. The attacker looks a bit chastened as he backs out the destroyed door: "Hey, I'm real sorry Tom. I'll see you around." He bolts. Okay. Weird scene. Kimble makes a move to staunch the blood with a towel. "You know that man?" Tom the Proprietor tells him, "The man's my brother-in-law," then asks Kimble to get mercurochrome and bandages from behind his desk. I guess the mercurochrome reference serves to further hammer in the idea that we are dealing with people who are out of touch with the modern world? Of course, since Dr. Kimble is on the scene, the wound is going to be too deep for simple mercurochrome and bandages. Sure enough, Dr. Kimble tells Tom his wound is too deep and he's going to need stitches. Tom admits to feeling a bit woozy and tells Kimble if he helps him to his doctor's, he will owe him a little lanyards. Yes, "lanyards" is what I thought he said when I first saw it. It wasn't until later that I realized he said lagniappe. Smooth jazz writers, slipping the first reference in like that.

Kimble escorts Tom across a few streets, carefully looking to see if the saints come marching in, until Tom points to a red-balconied building. "This is it here. Bon, bon," Tom says in a heavily accented voice. Kimble skeptically checks out the peeling-paint sign reading "Healing Herbs Gris Gris Fortunes Told" and tells Tom he needs a hospital. Tom tells him that this is a hospital. They enter the apothecary shop, which is overflowing with jars containing suspicious floaters, wooden boxes of herbs, drippy candles, scarves, beads, an alligator mouth -- your usual voodoo fare. Any minute now, I expect the Scooby Gang to walk in on a shopping spree. Reginald VelJohnson, a.k.a. the cop from Die Hard (also the cop dad from Family Matters), welcomes them, and then exclaims, "Dominick, what happened?" Okay, so Hotel Gift's proprietor's name must be Dom, not Tom. Dom says, "I need to see Nettie," as the voodoo shopkeeper escorts them behind some beads to a back room. Mr. Voodoo asks if Dom can "vouch for this one," meaning Kimble. Dom says, "Of course, he helped me get here."