Somewhere between Jericho and New Bern, the Jerichoians abandon their truck and cover it with brush. They've run out of gas and have to walk the rest of the way. Pale, clammy, and in pain, Maggie leans against a tree. Hawkins looks down at her with concern as Dad checks her out. Pulling Jake aside, Hawkins expresses doubts about bringing Maggie with them; she'll slow them down. Hawkins is so evil. Eric and Jake won't hear of it -- she's coming. Hawkins shrugs and takes a sip from his flask. Eric gives Hawkins back his knife and asks how his shoulder is. "Hurts like hell," Hawkins admits. Dad boosts Maggie over his shoulder and hoists her up. I've always wanted to be so injured after a fight-for-your-life experience that some nice, strong, grandfatherly figure (with very padded shoulders) has to carry me home that way while I bleed delicately all over his tweed jacket. Hawkins asks how Eric is doing. "I'm still walking," Eric smiles. "Yes, you are," Hawkins assures him warmly. Aw, happy, bloody shot-up family! Hawkins passes his flask to Jake, who announces, "This is real whisky." Because he knows. Because he's Jake. "Mmm-hmm," Hawkins agrees. "This is actual whisky," Jake says again, chortling. Hawkins kept a stash for emergencies. "Yeah, I'll bet you did," Jake teases. And only Hawkins and Jake know how deep that goes. See how torture, bombs, and a shootout can bring an entire town together? It's the American dream. Jake passes the flask to his brother and says something Family Channel about no meteor shower, but still, the sky is pretty. Eric thanks Jake for coming to get him. "Smell that?" Jake asks, after a moment. "First wheat's going in," Dad agrees. It used to be Jake's favorite time of year. I'm guessing Jake's current favorite time of year is when he doesn't get shot. Dad tells them to hush and to listen to the wind. Is it willowing? Wuthering? Blowing answers? What? "Still moving after everything we did," Dad says. "And with everything that's coming," Jake sighs portentously. Hawkins, tired of all this heartland talk, urges them to keep moving. We pan up to look at the stars.
Next week: Looks Mom might be getting fragged, and there's talk about how it might be Jericho's finest hour.