Jake and Hawkins hit New Bern's city limits and are faced with a roadblock of barrels, sandbags, stop signs, cars, and -- most importantly -- men with guns and bulletproof vests. Of course, there is also the Ever-Burning Trash Can of Ill Portent, last seen in full foreboding regalia in Black Jack. Jake stops the car, and he and Hawkins roll down their windows. "Proof of residence?" one of the men asks. Jake explains that they aren't from there. The border patrol apologizes and says they are going to have to turn the car around "and proceed back." It's really quite magnificent how becoming border patrol affects one's vocab. They now know how to say "proceed," whereas when they were just townsfolk, they probably just said "go." Jake explains that they need to find his brother, Eric Green. Border patrol says, "You're not hearing me, sir -- no one's allowed --" "No, you're not hearing me," Jake argues. The border patrol signals for backup. Hawkins grabs at Jake and whispers, "Hey, hey, Jake." By which we all know he means, "Chill out, man, they are sending more guns. But don't worry, we can take them; just follow my professional lead." Jake shuts up, pulls a gun from his side, and shoves it against his door. I find it really hard to believe that the border patrol can't see that -- after all, he is looking right down into the car. Jake demands to speak to Phil Constantino. "Get out of the car," border patrol says, stepping back and cocking his rifle. "Hell no," Jake responds immediately. More guns are cocked. "Put yer hands on the dashboard!" another border patrol yells. Jake cocks his gun. "I wanna see your hands!" Yet another border patrol yells, rather itchy-trigger-finger-y. A bald guy in a sheriff's jacket walks slowly around and notes, "That's Johnston Green's son -- let him through. I'll escort them in to see Sheriff Constantino." Jake uncocks his gun and puts it away. As the bald guy walks back to some other guys holding rifles and hand guns, the camera pans up to show a stationary gun. How did they get hold of something like that outside of Iraq?
Jake and Hawkins follow the bald guy's truck into the middle of town, and as soon as they get out of the car, they are surrounding by kids begging for food. Jake bellows -- a bit irritably for one who really hasn't come into contact with pan-handling, starving children -- "I'm SORRY, I don't have any -- ALL RIGHT?!" The bald non-sheriff in the sheriff's jacket -- the voucher, I guess -- claps his hand at the children and shoos them away like they are pigeons. Jake and Hawkins gaze up at something, and Jake murmurs, "I though we had it bad." The camera pans up to a painfully brilliant blue sky and exposes the courthouse, riddled black by gun blasts and bullet holes. There's also some sort of construct on the roof -- a sentry house? A biplane? An MIT prank?