Prison. Beck storms in to question Chavez; all he gets out of him is "I am a dead man." Beck stalks out, telling a subordinate, "Send his prints and ID to Camp Liberty; we'll figure out who he is soon enough." I'm really getting conflicted here. On the one hand, I like Beck, so I hate to see him confused and frustrated. On the other hand, if I'm Team Jakins, Beck has to be thwarted at nearly every turn. For now.
In town, Jake tells Eric that he'll meet him at Richmond Farm for the Usurper President's big speech, and then asks what all the surrounding fuss is about. "Some guy had a heart attack at Bailey's," Eric explains. "He was dead when they found him." Oh. Oh, shit. Jake trots over to the body bag and orders, "Hold up!" He unzips the thick black bag, exposing Utley's dead face. Maybe I should have seen that coming, but I totally didn't.
At Richmond Farm, a line of seven marines line up in their dress uniforms, their guns in hand. They're preparing for the three-volley salute, usually saved for military and police funerals where there's an actual body to mourn. Of course, we've never had a death of the country, so this might make sense. Sorry -- we've never had an official death of the country.
The Usurper President begins his speech by saying he's just so chuffed to be with them that day on such hallowed ground. The Usurper's flag flies above children in sundresses sitting on the hoods of cars. The U.P. goes on, saying that the dead gave their blood to protect their lives and liberties, "And so WE honor THEM." The U.P. does something here with his face. When I first watched, I thought he was imitating Bush, but I've come around to thinking he's doing an amalgamation of Clintonian lip-bite and a Bushy squint-wince. The marine in charge shouts something.