Briskly, Talbert gathers the men. He relays Speirs's orders that an NCO should guard each roadblock, with two men watching all roads leading out of town. Bull and Malarkey will each cull together a squad and comb camp for witnesses, performing house-to-house searches if necessary.

Speirs impatiently raps on a neighborhood door. "Open up," he demands. The startled older man balks when Speirs forces the door open and brandishes a weapon. "Come with me," he orders. The man stalls. "Get in the Jeep," Speirs insists, grabbing him and dragging him closer to the car. "If you're going to shoot me, shoot me," pleads the man. "If you're not, put the gun away." Speirs shoves him into the street again, at which point the man notices Grant's body lying in the back of the car. "He was shot in the head," Roe explains. It seems Speirs has scared up the only brain surgeon in town, which is mighty resourceful of him. Unless he found a phone book,or a copy of the script that said, "Bang on the door on stage three." It's all very convenient that Hitler kept a brain specialist in Berchtesgaden. Having spotted blood gushing freely from a head wound, the doctor deduces that Grant is the injured man and peeks at the injury. "If you want him to live, you'll help me," urges the man. "First, by putting the gun away." Reluctantly, Speirs lowers his weapon. The doc then demands to be the driver, and Speirs lets him. Speirs's worry about Grant is adorable -- if the doctor wanted nothing but to put cream cheese on Speirs's nipple, I think Speirs would make it happen.

Talbert and Luz play poker in a lobby area, trying to ignore the sounds of bloody murder emanating from a room behind them. That settles it -- they must be in Vegas. Luz groans as Talbert wins the hand. "I don't know who's taking a bigger beating, me or him," Luz grouses good-naturedly, gesturing to the Smackdown arena. We hear groans and grunts and vicious punches, and the crackle of fresh whoop-ass cans being popped open and dumped into someone's unfortunate lap. Talbert stiffens, visibly unhappy. He's one notch above the other NCOs, so I assume he's holding back because of rank. "You all right?" Luz asks. "You want to join in?" Talbert grumps that he should be in there stopping the brutality. The antithesis of "Stop the Brutality" enters just then -- Speirs, in full authoritative mode and itching to sting the skin of another man. He's hungry. "Where is he?" Speirs asks. He repeats it twice more with mounting fury, uninterested in Talbert's attempts to deflect him with questions about Grant's welfare. "WHERE IS HE?" screams Speirs, rage seeping from every pore and forming a big puddle of wrath at his feet. Talbert nods toward the door.