Next scene is Kimble in a place called "World Wide Cuppa Joe," and under that on the sign is "Dot.com," and under that (if you didn't get the Internet idea ground into your brain enough with all the incomplete terms) is "Internet Coffee Bar." Gee, do you think you can surf the Web here, or should we find something further on down the street? Black-and-white flashback to Krakow telling Kimble that he set up an email account for his fugitive friend. But Kimble doesn't check to see if RKOTG@aol.com has any mail. He checks out www.drrichardkimble.com. How smart is it to pull up a blown-up mug shot of yourself when you are a) a wanted man and b) standing at a public computer terminal surrounded by people? I won't nitpick the fact that, instead of just clicking on a hyperlink, Kimble does a lot of unnecessary typing to get to the message boards page. Oh, look, I just did. I guess having the sound effects of typing on the soundtrack is more important to the writers than portraying reality. Once on the message boards page, our fugitive sees the newsflash "Kimble's Dad on deathbed" scroll across the top of the page in all caps. Somewhere in Chicago, Lt. Bubba sees the same thing. I went to the website -- it's not really there.

Maggie, Kimble's sister, steps out on a porch and says, "Did you bring the peanut brittle?" to her uncle and cousin, who are lugging suitcases up the front walk. There's family banter back and forth about Maggie stuffing her face with two tons of peanut brittle, and then the uncle asks, "How's my big brother?" Maggie tells them he wanted to be up to greet them himself, but he's just too tired. Making a liar out of his daughter, Pa Kimble steps out onto the porch and growls, "What the hell are these people doing at my house?" Family ribbing ensues, and Pa Kimble calls them all "buzzards!" I love the Grumpy Old Man bit. My grandfather was like that. Every year, the five of us would drive from Minnesota to the state of Washington in a smelly, hot woody station wagon (we later graduated to a big mini-van), and on my grandparents' door would be a big, fake padlock accompanied by a sign that said, "Keckler family, go home!" Maggie gently admonishes his father for being out of bed, but he ignores her, and there's more joking about his brother bringing peanut brittle. Don't get excited, folks -- the constant mentioning of peanut brittle is not crucial to Kimble's plot, it's just an attempt to give these people familial idiosyncrasies.