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?

( <i>dramatic theme playing</i> )

( 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.

( <i>ominous theme playing</i> )

Cole, John,
in the truck.

Johnson, James.

Smith, William.

Smith, William!

Brown, Max.

Gamble, Arthur.

Savory, Robert.

( <i>dramatic theme playing</i> )

All right, relax.
We got a long ride.

( <i>dramatic theme playing</i> )

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.

( <i>suspenseful theme playing</i> )

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.

( <i>dramatic theme playing</i> )

( <i>suspenseful theme playing</i> )

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 ):
<i>Yes, doctor.</i>

It looks like Kimble
reads the papers.

He may know that
the computer's tracking him.

<i>You want to program that?</i>

Yes, but suppose
he reverses his pattern?

Ask for the probabilities.

<i>Yes, sir.</i>

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.

( <i>dramatic theme playing</i> )

( wind gusting )

NARRATOR:
<i>If you are Richard Kimble,</i>
<i>fugitive,</i>

<i>your already complicated life</i>
<i>has become more so.</i>

<i>You can no longer rely</i>
<i>upon your instinct,</i>

<i>because, for all you know,</i>

<i>your pursuers may be machines.</i>

<i>And you are merely</i>
<i>a human being.</i>