In the back of Frodale's store, Heather sits by a radio taking notes. Eric picks up a map from her table and notes that the virus jumped the Mississippi. Jake rubs his temples and asks if the virus can be treated. It can, Heather explains, but Goetz took all of Frodale's vaccines. Heather explains, "Three doctors on this radio frequency said the risk of the generic stuff being dangerous is almost nil. But somehow, there's only one legally approved source." J&R's. A woman's voice comes across the airwaves, trying to make contact from Fall River, Missouri. Heather dials her in and responds. The woman asks if they are a quarantined town. Heather's shoulders drop with sympathy. "No -- no, we're clear," she tells her apologetically, "How are you?" Not good. The woman has been working around the clock in the hospital. Heather tells her that they're in Western Kansas, and are just hearing about the outbreaks in Missouri. "How long since the virus hit?" Heather asks. "It's moving really fast," the woman responds. "I think we saw the first cases ten days ago and now we're down two nurses." Heather asks how many people they've lost since then. "Hard to say," the woman crackles back. "About [interference] twenty." Heather tells her that she's breaking up: "It sounds like you've lost twenty people in the last week?" "Sorry, two hundred and twenty," the woman repeats. "Around two-twenty." Shit. "Look if there's anything--" The woman crackles out of range. Eric announces that he's going to J&R. Jake tries to tell him that it's not going to do any good. Eric is going to find someone to reason with and get Goetz transferred. Jake's all, "Go ahead, dumb-ass. Keep yourself busy and out of our hair while we do the real work." As soon as Eric's gone, Jake tells a whinge-faced Emily to find Kenchy (yay! Aasif Mandvi is back!) and get him working on inoculating as many people as he can, as fast as possible, while he gets the vaccines back. "And that?" Jake informs Heather, gesturing at the radio. "That's not going to happen here." Not if Jake has to suck every last bit of virus out of every last Jericho citizen, right? Hey, Jake -- I think I'm feeling a bit feverish.
Jimmy shows Beck some corpse photos of John "The Hunter" Doe, saying that they found his body with his neck broken. Hawkins adds that it wasn't hard to finger Sarah Mason as the murderer. "What makes you think that?" Beck snaps. "Well, look at his neck -- it's snapped clean," Hawkins points out. Isn't that what you did to one of the SS in the Situation-mobile? Oh. Right, they probably figured it was Chavez, since Beck realized (belatedly) that he was BlackOps. Beck asks whether they ran prints and DNA. "Well," Jimmy laughs, "the, uh, CSI department has been a little busy lately." Great. I watched Superbad last night and all I can think of now is, "Well, if only Sarah Mason had been a guy and ejaculated on the guy she killed, then we'd have a positive ID." Because, really? How different is Jimmy from Officers Slater and Michaels? Beck silences all of this with A Look. Hawkins glances at Jimmy and tells Beck that they've been offline for a while. Beck tells them to run it now and see what turns up. "You know, when you do," says Hawkins, pulling out an ammo clip in a baggie. "There's another set of prints you should run as well." He hands the baggie over. "Think you could lift a set of prints from that, Jimmy?" Hawkins asks. Jimmy looks challenged. "Uh, sure, I'll give it a shot," he mutters. Jimmy leaves, making a note to look up "how to lift fingerprints" in Wikipedia. Beck asks whose prints are on the clip. Hawkins tells him that they are Sarah Mason's: "We exchanged fire." Yeah, fire and bodily fluids! "Almost had her cornered, but then she slipped away. Left that clip behind." Beck wonders what Sarah Mason's prints can tell him that her dossier doesn't already. Hawkins shrugs that they'll find out.