At the Philly P.D., Faith at Forty nonchalantly flicks ashes off her cigarette with crimson-tipped nails and comments that Lt. Bubba almost caught him. Lt. Bubba tells her he tried to figure out a way to book her for obstructing justice. "How'd that go for ya?" she asks snottily. Lt. Bubba tells her she fixed that situation real good. "I called a cop," she says innocently. "It just happened to be you." Lt. Bubba says he doesn't care who catches Kimble, just as long as he's caught. "Yeah, and I don't want a Pulitzer, just the truth," Faith at Forty says dryly. Ooh, with that rapier wit, the Pulitzer Prize van will be trailing her any day now. Lt. Bubba tells her to stay away in the future. F at F asks why. "You got the city shut down and you just might catch him before dinner, and let's not forget that I was in a hostage situation," F at F finishes. "Were you?" Lt. Bubba asks her, evenly. F at F has the grace to look a mite uncomfortable, but asks if she can get out of there because she's got a deadline. Mr. keckler shouts out, "No, you don't -- it got cancelled!" She walks out, and Lt. Bubba makes note of her butt.
Back at Chez Kimble, the family comforts each other because Pa has died. In another city, Kimble reads his father's obit, which was tastelessly headlined as "Fugitive's father dies at 68." Kimble breaks down and clutches at the St. Christopher's medal around his neck, sobbing out the prayer for his father.
Next week, Boba Fett, the bounty hunter, shows up to bring Kimble, dead or alive, back to Jabba the Hutt. Uh, make that Bubba the Hutt. Oo-de-lally!