And then I asked for the probabilities
of his being able to commit murder
under any circumstances.
"Subject capability of committing murder:
98 percent negative."
No comment, lieutenant?
Just one:
The remaining 2 percent is enough for me.
Shall we get to work?
( dramatic theme playing )
( typewriter clacking )
RYDER: Flood control in Portland.
Evidently this time he didn't run.
Uh, he's been in Portland before.
Knows his way around. Probably feels more secure.
Also, there'd be more job opportunities there.
Well, there are your probables.
Uh, you programmed all that additional employment data?
Everything back to 11 years old
when he was mowing lawns for a quarter.
Well, this ought to be as accurate as we can get.
I'm gonna call the attorney general's office
and then I'm going up there myself.
If Kimble hasn't seen a newspaper yet,
we may still have a chance.
( ominous theme playing )
Cole, John, in the truck.
Johnson, James.
Smith, William.
Smith, William!
Brown, Max.
Gamble, Arthur.
Savory, Robert.
( dramatic theme playing )
All right, relax. We got a long ride.
( dramatic theme playing )
MAN: Head's up buddy, let's go.
Well, there's a truckload of workers due
in about ten minutes.
I think we'll get home in time for dinner.
KIMBLE: Can I take a look at your paper?
What's it worth to you?
A couple of cigarettes?
I'm all out.
Sorry.
What if I give you the price of the paper?
And I get the paper back.
Yeah.
I wanna work the crossword.
( chuckles )
( paper rustling )
Hey, buddy.
( suspenseful theme playing )
Hey, some guy just jumped ship.
MAN: That's him all right.
But he must have jumped out about 6 or 8 miles back.
Was he reading this?
MAN: Yeah.
He gave me a dime for it.
Ten cents.
Well, he'll never get a better bargain than that.
( dramatic theme playing )
( suspenseful theme playing )
I appreciate everything you tried to do, doctor.
For a while it looked as if it was gonna work
and maybe it would have,
if it hadn't been for the human element.
In this case, that reporter.
Well, who knows?
Maybe in a year or two.
You mean we should wait around
until he's established a kind of anti-pattern pattern?
( chuckles ): I'm afraid not, doctor.
Laurie and I are about to have dinner.
Why don't you take a later plane and join us?
Well, thank you but no.
Uh, I'm afraid I wouldn't be very good company.
Uh, goodbye, doctor.
Goodbye, lieutenant. Goodbye, Miss Ryder.
Goodbye, lieutenant. Have a nice trip back.
Thank you.
Do you think he'll ever catch him?
Possibly.
He knows more about Richard Kimble
than anyone else.
But the 2130 knows just as much.
George.
MAN ( over intercom ): Yes, doctor.
It looks like Kimble reads the papers.
He may know that the computer's tracking him.
You want to program that?
Yes, but suppose he reverses his pattern?
Ask for the probabilities.
Yes, sir.
Cranberry bogs.
What an awful place to be this time of the year.
Do you think he's really there?
I don't know.
I hope not.
Come on, Laurie.
( dramatic theme playing )
( wind gusting )
NARRATOR: If you are Richard Kimble, fugitive,
your already complicated life has become more so.
You can no longer rely upon your instinct,
because, for all you know,
your pursuers may be machines.
And you are merely a human being.