Beck's office. Beck stands at attention in front of a flat-screen television. A raspy voice tells Beck that what transpired that day is unacceptable. Beck respectfully says he understands, and we get a good ol' eyeful of Valente on the flat-screen. Valente wants to know how Beck's men lost the prisoner. Beck doesn't know; there's absolutely no record of this alive-again Perkins ever existing. They can't find fingerprints or DNA. "Not to mention every piece of paper with his name or picture on it has disappeared from my CV," Beck adds. Valente changes subjects, asking about the search for Sarah Mason. Beck has nothing to say on that score. Valente nods, "That's what I thought. You're overwhelmed. I'm sending a private contractor who knows the area. He'll take care of the day-to-day administration of the town while you find the terrorist." Valente hangs up. Beck is not thrilled. He turns to see Jake walking into the outer office. Beck walks out and tells him about Chavez's escape: "I've been racking my brain, trying to figure out how a handcuffed prisoner, guarded by three soldiers, escaped through the back of Humvee." Jake doesn't say anything. "Any ideas?" Beck demands. "Well, I heard he was a spook," Jake supplies. "Figured he picked the locks on his cuffs and fought his way out." Beck pretends to consider this: "Sounds plausible. Suppose I should have thought of that. Thanks for your help today. Much appreciated." Beck walks away. He's bugged.