Driving home, Lt. Bubba treats us to a blipvert from his past, all in black-and-white because black-and-white gets the point that it's past across much better than full color does. Car crashes and goes off the highway -- underwater -- Lt. Bubba stands in front of a grave that reads: "Lenore Gerard Born, November 3, 1966 Died, April 17, 1987, Loving wife & mother, 'She walked in beauty.'" Aside from that quote being adapted from one of my favorite pieces of poetry, I don't get anything out of it. Is she his sister? Former wife? It can't be his mother because she was born in 1966. Does this mean Lt. Bubba's got a vendetta against doctors in general because maybe one couldn't bring Lenore back to life? Or does her death involve Kimble more directly? So many mysteries to solve! More of the blipvert shows Lt. Bubba in the water, diving under. An arm reaches out to him from the car. Lt. Bubba takes off his wedding ring and puts it away in a drawer (okay, it's his wife then). The hand under the water pulls away from him.
Lt. Bubba returns to a nicely decorated house, and a familiar face bounces down the stairs. It's Joss from the decidedly departed and not much missed Time of Your Life, and she's finally wearing a lot less eye make-up. She looks much better now that she's no longer under the influence of the evil Jennifer Love Lackwit. She greets Lt. Bubba with a "hey, baby" as she takes off her glasses and closes her book. See, she's playing the intellectual type. Lt. Bubba kisses her and asks, "Where's Alex?" Joss (because we don't actually learn her real name) sighs and says, "She's fourteen, and it's Friday." "Yeah, so what does that mean?" Lt. Bubba asks, along with the rest of the tuned-in public. "She's locked in her room on the phone." Okay, I didn't have the most booming social life at fourteen, but I certainly didn't spend my weekends on the phone. How boring! Doesn't anyone have séance sleepovers anymore? ["And is this Bubba's daughter with Joss, or Joss's daughter with someone else? Because if his first wife died in 1987…oh, forget it." -- Sars] "You wanna hook up?" Joss murmurs. "Yeah," Lt. Bubba says, sighing. Joss rubs his face against his, "Come on," she says and takes him upstairs. Bamp-chicka-bamp-bamp!
Kimble's phone rings, and since we know Lt. Bubba is off somewhere "hooking up," we know it's not him. Kimble is about to answer it when he notices suspicious-looking crystal grains on the kitchen floor. Looks a lot like sea salt. Kimble hunkers down to examine the grains and answers the phone. "Mr. Davis?" asks Soul Patch, "it's Floyd [I'm still going to call him Soul Patch] from --" "Floyd!" Kimble interrupts him, "You get that number?" Soul Patch tells him he did, and gives it to him. "Hey, Floyd, thanks man. When I get that upgrade, I owe you!" "Yes, you do," Soul Patch says affectionately. Wow, thank goodness Kimble has an attractive enough face that everyone's willing to help him. I guess it overrides that cloud of B.O. he's perpetually under. Speaking of B.O., I'm wondering where he's getting all these changes of clothes. This escape started out with him wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and an unbuttoned button down. After getting hit by the car, he was left with the jeans and the white, now bloodied, t-shirt. The next day he had on a grey t-shirt that got incredibly sweaty in that day's chase, and now he's wearing khakis and a dark green or black t-shirt. I didn't notice the chase taking him through a J.Crew store, so I really have to wonder where his wardrobe is coming from. Kimble closes up the phone and continues examining the grains. We flash back to the box that was in Bree's hand the previous morning when Kimble startled her and she spilled it on the floor. Kimble sniffs at the grain and then tastes one. Violent reaction. He makes an ugly face, spits it out, and rubs off his tongue. Kimble looks around the kitchen for the box and sets it down in front of Bree. Active ingredient: arsenic.
"You've been taking it for about a week or so, huh? That's why you're cramping up and your hair's falling out? You're doing it slow, hoping he wouldn't notice," Kimble tells her as she looks away. Kimble tells her he knows what it's like to want to give up. "My body's closing in on me," Bree tells him, "like a coffin. It won't walk or run, dance or make love. This wasn't the life I'm supposed to have." Kimble ponders this statement and how it relates to his own life. "What about Gary?" he asks her, and she turns away. Kimble continues, "My wife died, and if I could tell you all the things I feel every day because I know I can't see her again, you wouldn't give up, you couldn't." Gary walks in and greets them. Kimble tells him he finished the forms for them. "Should I drop them in the mail?" he asks, looking at Bree. She nods, and Kimble smiles, thinking that it's a darn good thing he took the "How To Talk Patient Out Of Self-Assisted Suicide" elective in medical school.