Mayor Dad sits in a deer hut with his rifle and binoculars. Harry -- who is Harry, anyway? I remember him from last week, but not from before that -- comes up to bug Mayor Dad about coming in to City Hall. See, Gray's still recovering from his gunshot wound, and it would be real nice if there was someone in town who knew what was going on. Someone competent. Yeah, Jake's sorta busy. "Not my job anymore," Dad snaps, and he tells Harry to get lost. Harry persists until Dad tells him he's starting to look an awful lot like a deer. Harry leaves. Dad sulks.

Hawkins's Magical Basement. Hawkins says he's been in the FBI for fifteen years. "Where did you go to school?" Jake asks. Who cares? That would have been long before any involvement with the FBI or terrorists. "Georgetown," Hawkins responds. "You wanna see my ring?" Right, because Jostens requires hard proof that you went to any given college or university before they hand over a ring. Going on from here, Hawkins says that the FBI assigned him to Jericho to monitor phone calls being made to a suspected terrorist cell, but the trail went dead. "We about done here?" Hawkins asks, as Jake goes over to Hawkins's photo board. "Not even close," Jake says, crossing his arms so the gun is tucked under an armpit. Jake, is such a casual stance a good idea right now? Jake looks at Sarah's X-ed out photo and says, "Tell me about her -- Sarah Mason."

Hawkins stealthily slides open a file cabinet and pulls out a gun, "She's gone," is all he says before whipping the gun in front of him to aim it at Jake. Jake just looks casually over at Hawkins. He's SO not worried. Hawkins double-checks the gun, laughs softly, and ejects the empty magazine. "You're pretty thorough," Hawkins admits with ungrudging admiration. Jake nods, "I also took care of the one behind the cabinet and the one behind the water heater." Behind the water heater? Does Jake have a gun detector or something? What am I asking? Jake IS a gun detector. Jake raises his gun again and says, "There's only one loaded gun in this house, and it's mine. Sit down." Hawkins' smile becomes strained, but he sits down, his arms out and up in a submissive stance. Jake pulls out some handcuffs and secures Hawkins's hands behind his back. Jake asks about Sarah again, and about all the other people pictured on the photo boards. Hawkins says in a low, angry voice that Jake is making a serious mistake. He's a federal officer. "Really? REALLY!?" Jake questions. Jake then slides open the drawer o' aliases and asks if Hawkins is sure he's not Robert Wheeler of the State Department or Robert Snyder of the Columbus Police Department OR Commander Robert Richmond of Naval Intelligence. Jake's so mad, he whips the last passport on the ground. "None of those are real, and neither is that badge," Jake tells him, "Who the hell are you and who do you work for?"