In Bailey's, Darcy shows Hawkins the purloined walkie-talkie, and Hawkins tells her to give him as much time as she can before she lets them find it. Darcy heads back to town. Coming up behind Hawkins, Jake grabs his arm and spins him around, demanding, "What's going on?" "I don't know what you mean," Hawkins frowns innocently. Jake says that he just saw Darcy take something from the Situation-mobile: "Now, what are you up to?" Before Hawkins can answer, an SS walks into the bar and yells, "Jake Green!" As soon as Jake turns, Hawkins does this awesomely smooth about-face and leaves the bar. He doesn't care what happens to Jake, he just needs to get out of there. Jake watches Hawkins leave and clenches his jaw before turning back to the SS, who is asking if took a secure walkie-talkie from the Situation-mobile. Jake didn't, but the SS pats him down anyway. Jake makes angry faces as he thinks about what Hawkins could be up to. The SS next turns his attention to Utley, who is sitting at the bar drinking (I KNEW IT!), saying, "Utley, on your feet -- you were in the office as well. Let's go!" Utley rises slowly and sardonically says, "I'll assume the position." Such a long-suffering intellectual giant he is. The SS looks over and sees Jake walking away. He pauses in his frisking and snaps, "Sir? Nobody told you to move!" The SS radios someone that "the sheriff and the reporter are clean."
Inside J&R, Pres. Tomarchio greets Gray, and sincere-faces to Eric that he's sorry about Mayor Dad: "Your father sounded like a wonderful man. Wish I could've known him." No, you don't. If Mayor Dad knew you, he'd be taking your usurping butt out to the woodshed. Tomarchio steps back and spins a song about how humbled he is in the face of all the sacrifices Jericho made and all the suffering they've been through. "I think the country needs to hear this story," Tomarchio slavers. He turns to Gray as if he just had The Best Idea, and asks if he would consider representing the area at the upcoming Constitutional Convention. "Constitutional Convention"? Ruh-roh! For once, Eric doesn't act as stupid as usual, and immediately questions, "Constitutional Convention?" As Gray's jaw hangs open, causing him to lose IQ points every time he exhales, Tomarchio says, "We have the opportunity to write the next chapter in American history." Didn't they already do that in A New America: An Apprehensive History? Tomarchio goes on: "The triumph of democracy over the forces of evil. Think about it -- we'll need good men like you guys to help keep this country strong." Gray finally pulls himself away from daydreaming about becoming governor of Kansas to stammer out his thanks. However, before Gray has finished licking the Usurper President's boots, the Secret Service runs in, yelling, "Crash Condor!" There's lots of hustle and bustle as the SS swarms on the President and takes him into the depths of J&R. God, that must be a horrible place to work. The gray-blue light from the exposed cinder blocks is so cold and dismal. It's like Joe's office in the testicular prosthesis factory.
In the Situation-mobile, one of the SS gets word that the Usurper President is secure, but he keeps his nose glued to the Plexiglas board so he doesn't see Hawkins sneaking in and silently taking out his co-SS. Just as silently, Hawkins then moves with deadly intent to the Plexiglas board. He pauses briefly to allow the scary music to ramp up to 11, curls his lip back, and moves in, sharklike, for the kill.