A New Bern truck patrols an outlying forest area, and no sooner does it pass than Hawkins and Jake are jumping out of hiding and hunching their way to a trailer park. They huddle behind a truck and look around. Hawkins starts to move forward, but Jake yanks him back, his eyes wide. He gestures silently at a green truck with someone in it. "That's Perkins's truck -- what is he doing staking out Ted's trailer?" Jake wonders. Jake, I think you just answered your own question. "Let's ask," Hawkins suggests. Seriously? When do you ever see people who are hiding from other people go up to those they are hiding from and be all, "So, yeah, we know we're supposed to be gone and all, but we've just gotta know: what are you doing here?" Hawkins and Jake sneak up to Perkins's truck and flank both sides of him, guns drawn. Hawkins pulls open the driver's side door and orders, "Hand your gun to my friend, and let's pay Ted a little visit." Shocked, Perkins hands over his gun.

Inside Ted's trailer, Jake asks about his brother. Ted doesn't know and suggests they ask the now tied-up Perkins: "He threatened to throw me in jail this morning if I didn't feed you that lie." Ted hasn't seen Eric in days and says that Heather left for work that morning, but he just got told that she's gone missing, too. "Two people disappear and nobody knows anything?" Jake says, getting to the heart of the matter. "Well, somebody does," Hawkins says, looking down at Perkins and circling him, "Right?" Aw, HELL YEAH! Hawkins is going to MAKE Perkins talk! While Jake -- the novice -- walks up to Perkins and asks, "Where is he?" Hawkins casually starts going through Ted's cupboards. The best part is that he does it with the blandest look on his face. Like he's just looking for a tin of Crunch 'n' Munch or a can of Fresca. "Screw you!" Perkins retorts. Jake pulls back a long swing and pistol-whips Perkins hard across the cheekbone. Barely pausing in his kitchen puttering, Hawkins says, "Hey, come on, Jake -- we gotta be smarter than that." Hawkins pulls open a skinny drawer of kitchen implements. The first thing I see is a grater. Those things are wicked sharp. "We need answers!" Jake reminds Hawkins, and then Jake sees that Hawkins has pulled out the grater, a knife steel, a chef's knife, and some OXO paring knives. "Getting answers is easy," Hawkins says, examining a bottle of Clog-X. Oh, HELL yes! This is going to be awesome -- it's either Hawkins's brand of torture or it's the next Quickfire Challenge. Perkins' cheekbone is already purple and spidered with a bruise. We he sees the Clog-X, his jaw drops. "It's getting the truth," Hawkins says, banging the bottle of Clog-X next to the kitchen implements, "that takes work."