And then we're in Emily's nightmare world again. Emily asks Mary to put "Polyester Bride" on the jukebox for the Nth time. I had assumed that this was the reception, but then Emily burbles that she'll be "Emily Hammond" in half an hour. So this is the pre-wedding party. All righty. Mary mentions that she can't leave the bar because it's so busy, and asks Heather to hold a phone up during the ceremony so that she can listen in. Even when they had TV, these people were starved for entertainment. Mary tells Stanley to go get dressed for the ceremony, but he's busy watching a football game. Then she takes a tray of champagne over to Emily's booth, and Heather proposes a toast, and also makes some bitchy comments about how safe and predictable Roger is. She winds up by saying, "To Emily and Roger: May they live happily together in eternal blandness." Heh. They all clink glasses and as Emily's latest vision fades away, I suddenly realize that she's this show's Baltar. Only she's not nearly as funny.
As Emily turns back to the bar to mull over her psychological problems, Kenchy offers a toast of his own: "To the future. Rest in peace." Heather's toast was funnier.
As Ravenwood's Humvees approach -- this time with a supply truck -- Jake feverishly finishes connecting wires. As the vehicles pull to a stop, Jake stands up and spreads his arms out to establish his messiah complex. And because he's holding a dead man's switch in his right hand. D.B. Sweeney gets out of the truck.
Down at the far end of the bridge, Good Cop asks what Jake is doing. "He's making a stand," Hawkins replies. So, when Gray was telling everyone to get as far back as they could because of the impending explosion, he just meant for them to get behind the barricade of cars. Which is on the bridge.
As D.B. Sweeney ambles over, Jake announces that the bridge is set to go boom: "Turn your trucks around or I blow it." D.B. Sweeney looks tired, and shouts, "We're on government orders to collect food and medicine for a refugee camp near the Rogue River." Jake sneeringly asks if they had orders to shoot everyone at the hospital. D.B. Sweeney admits, "It's been a crazy few weeks." He says that they'll just take what they need and move on. Jake shakes his head. I must interrupt to give props to Ed Brock, who emailed to point out that D.B. Sweeney appears to have dressed up as an old-school Klingon. He's got the yellow vest over a long-sleeved black shirt, and the goatee of evil, and dude, it's uncanny. If Jake were a little more observant, he'd have realized that they could scare these guys off with tribbles. One of the soldiers suddenly appears from under the tarp on the supply truck, and targets Jake with his laser sight. We even get a sniper's-eye view of Jake as he looks down at the red dot on his chest, and then looks up, and that's when I start laughing. Again. Jake dares them to go ahead and shoot him, and the camera focuses on the switch he's holding. D.B. Sweeney starts laughing, and I can't blame him. He says that Jake isn't going to blow up the bridge. Then he repeats his request that they all get out of the way, let Ravenwood pick up some supplies, and then he'll leave "and never come back": "Nobody has to die."