Hawkins's Magical Basement. Jake needs a moment to regroup and mull things over. He asks: "So, even though you weren't sure about the plan, you outed the informant to the cell leader?" Hawkins nods wearily and says it was the only way for him to burrow deeper into the cell. He told the cell leader about Daryl, but he wanted to get Daryl safely out of the way before the cell leader acted on the information.
Flashback! Hawkins peers out of Daryl's divey apartment window as Daryl fusses and paces that the terrorists are going to hunt him down and kill him. "This is your lucky day, Daryl," Hawkins reassures him. "They're going to get you into witness protection, so don't worry." The first time I learned about witness protection was in a Sweet Valley High novel when one of the Wakefield twins' friends' father was some doctor that the mob wanted. I think he was pretending to be something that wasn't a doctor, but he outed himself when he publicly saved someone's life by performing -- you guessed it -- an emergency tracheotomy. Ironically, it was also the first time I learned about emergency tracheotomies. The ties between Jericho and two perfect size six twins with sparkling almond-shaped aquamarine eyes and spun sugar blonde hair tighten. If Emily starts wearing a lavaliere, I'm going to start looking for Francine Pascal in the credits. Because Hawkins and Daryl waste so much time pacing, fussing, and reassuring, there's a deadly knock at Daryl's door. Hawkins tells Daryl to stay put and tiptoes over to the door. Another knock, accompanied by someone calling warningly, "Daryl..." Hawkins peers out through the peephole. It's the cell leader from "The Day Before" with two other guys. "Dammit," Hawkins mutters. Dude! You're AT the door; don't you think he can hear you?
"Who is it?" Daryl calls, not at all quietly. "Daryl, we just want to talk," the cell leader says. "The cell leader!" Hawkins tells Daryl, again, RIGHT NEXT TO THE DOOR! Daryl, perhaps not having much faith in this guy who doesn't know the rules of hiding behind a peephole, jumps out of his window onto a fire escape. Hawkins follows. At the bottom of the fire escape, Daryl drops to the ground and there's an unnecessarily loud and extremely sickening crunch, as Daryl's ankle folds practically in half. Hawkins joins the cringing Daryl on the ground, who whines, "You gotta get me outta this thing." Hawkins simply says: "Run." Daryl won't, because he thinks he broke his ankle. Better a broken ankle than a broken neck, dude. "Please help me," Daryl whines. Hawkins stares at him. Now Daryl screams: "Or I'm gonna tell them who you really are!" Oh, rat boy, you just sealed your fate. Hawkins looks around and then back at Daryl. "I'm sorry," he says, and he raises his gun and shoots Daryl. Damn. Hawkins stands, staring down at Daryl's body, and winces a bit in regret. He pulls out his gun and places it in Daryl's dead hand, threading Daryl's forefinger through the trigger. Now, why are we doing this, Hawkins? Are you trying to make it look like Daryl killed himself? Because I'm not even sure you managed to get him in the head, and even if you did, it would have been between the eyes, not in the temple, which is, I think, be the usual place for suicide. I guess Hawkins might be trying to make it look like he shot Daryl in self defense, but then we'd have to see that Hawkins had another gun. And Hawkins can't say he shot Daryl as he tried to run away because the bullet would have to be in Daryl's back. The cell leader and his flunkies join Hawkins on the ground, and the camera pans to the gun in Daryl's hand. "So, I finally gained their trust," Hawkins tells Jake, "I was in." Back in the basement, Jake states, "You killed him." "It was either kill him or possibly let millions of people die," Hawkins argues. Ooh, wrong argument! "They died anyway," Jake reminds him before being distracted by a noise. Hawkins slips out of his cuffs, runs at Jake, and wrestles the gun away from him. He slams Jake onto his back and points the gun at his head.