Hawkins walks over to Perkins, fixes him with a look, and cuts the tape holding his ankles together. He yanks Perkins to his feet and drags him, stumbling, over to the kitchen. The music gets all intense and scary as Hawkins orders Perkins to his knees. Jake looks scared. Really scared. "What is he doing?" Ted nearly blubbers. "Down on your knees," Hawkins hisses angrily. Perkins drops to his knees in front of the sink. "What are you doing?" Ted demands. Hawkins doesn't answer. Because he's that bad-ass. Hawkins braces one hand on Perkins's shoulder, shoving it against the counter, and pulls his arm back. He's still holding the knife. "Hawkins!" Jake shouts. Hawkins pauses and looks at Jake. He puts the knife on the counter, and then he reaches down, unlocks one of the cuffs from Perkins's wrist, and cuffs him to the sink drainpipe. I giggle when Perkins complains, "Ow." Like, dude, think about your knees, okay? You almost had something ambiguously bad done to them. Hawkins picks up the knife from the counter, waves it at Perkins, and suggests, "Shh!" And as much as I'm dying to find the words, I simply cannot do justice to the look on Hawkins's face here -- there's something almost...jaunty about it. Like he's about to whistle or something. It's the perfect end to a truly awesome scene. Although I do have to quibble with the fact that Hawkins only told Perkins to "Shh!" without taping his mouth, or gagging him, or something.
Outside the trailer, Jake accuses Hawkins, "Is that doing it your way?" Hawkins rightfully points out that Jake asked him to come along. Seriously, Jake, you know -- or have suspicions of -- what Hawkins might be capable of doing. That's why you want him with you. You don't just want some bohunk who can shoot a gun; you want someone who can think before, during, and after shooting that gun. "What were you going to do?" Jake demands. Truthfully? "Less than you would have," Hawkins admits. "You see, I've done...I've done enough, Jake, to know better. It's the fear of torture that gets results." Especially when that fear involves knees and Drano. "Actual torture only works in the movies." And Alias. Hawkins walks off, leaving Jake to consider the wisdom of his words. Or something.
Richmond farmhouse. Stanley is telling tales of his New Bern hardships while the rest of the household eats. "And this one guy was so skinny, you could count his ribs through his shirt. I tried to give him food when I could, but none of us had much, so...," he explains. Mimi and Bonnie listen, not eating. Sean, however, is definitely eating. Eating loudly. "And then one day," Stanley continues, "I could just see it in his eyes. He'd given up." Mimi and Bonnie look sad. "I never thought I'd be so grateful to live on a farm," Mimi remarks. Stanley chuckles. "From now on, I promise I'll only complain intermittently," Mimi says. Aw, Mimi's growing! Stanley homespins, "Well, we don't have much, but we'll always have enough." Mimi smiles down at her plate, nodding.