Mimi sits outside the yellow Richmond farmhouse and has a heartfelt discussion with a chicken. Mimi explains that it's nothing personal, but she's sick of eating sprouts. Furthermore, she distinctly recalls telling all of them that they had to keep laying eggs to survive, and this one hen isn't keeping up her end of the bargain. So to speak. The little red hen just nestles on the ground and looks pathetic. Mimi grabs a hatchet out of a stump and goes on to explain that if the hen knew her at all, it would realize that slaughtering a chicken is "so not [her] thing." Not wanting to get into the "whole circle of life thing," Mimi admits that she's just really hungry and stands up to do the deed. She immediately sits down again and talks to the camera, which is supposed to be the hen's perspective. "Here's the thing," Mimi goes on, quite sincerely, "I've heard stories about how you're going to react to this, and if I see half of you running around, well, I just know that I'm going to freak out, so if you could do your best to minimize that part of it, well, I'd just really appreciate it." Hee. Mimi keeps nodding at the hen, who cocks a head at her. "Sprouts it is," Mimi agrees and returns the hatchet to the stump with a decisive thwack! The foodie in me is wondering if we're talking about Brussels, bean, alfalfa, lentil, or soybean.
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."