Skylar painfully stacks salt and grunts whiningly as she does it. Frodale saunters back to check on her and reminds her that she's supposed to stay off her ankle. "Whatever, it's not like I got shot," Skylar snits. That gets a cheer from me. But then it appears that Skylar no longer really cares what happened at the mine; she's more annoyed that all this "random criticism about [her] dad is flying out at [her]." Skylar doesn't understand why people who were supposed to be his friends are bashing him. Frodale explains that the miners are just scared of her dad. Skylar insists that her dad was a good man. He paid for the clock on Main Street, and he did other good things. Maybe he lorded the clock over everyone, insisting that their time was always his time, or something even more Pottersvillish. "Maybe he did," Frodale says wisely, "but that's not why they were nice to him. They were nice to him because he had a lot of power. That's how it works." Skylar frets, and Frodale lugs his dead eyes back outside.
New Bern. Hawkins, Ted, and Maggie sneak into position behind the same charred wreck of a car. Hawkins is off to the factory to do a little munitions shopping, and he wants Ted to cover the guards on the roof. "I thought I was driving," Ted protests nervously. Plans change during a bomb-fueled jailbreak in a post-apocalyptic world; learn to roll with it. Hawkins hands over his gun, which Ted looks at like it's a big ugly bug, and orders Ted to take the sniper out first if necessary. "Five months ago, you know what I was doing?" Ted asks anyone who cares. Hunting jackrabbits? "Customizing my truck." Of course you were. Maggie was working on her Russian lit dissertation. Maggie asks Hawkins, "What were you doing last time things were normal?" Oh, this will be good. "I can't remember back that far," Hawkins says with a wry smile. I love him. Maggie asks how they'll know when he's finished. Hawkins cocks his gun and says, "You'll know." Of course they will. Because he's Hawkins.
Connie pulls up with Russell and Dad and strides away into New Bern's Town Hall. Russell offers to wait, but Dad kindly tells him to go home. "We can fix this," Russell says desperately. "It doesn't have to end this way." Dad waxes prophetic: "I get the feeling it's just getting started." He offers sanctuary to Russell in Jericho. Russell can't. New Bern is his home. He's got a family, a daughter. Plus, he keeps hoping that if he stays, they can fix all this. Aw, poor, good, idealistic Russell. Dad grips Russell's upper arm in farewell and walks away. Russell thinks for a moment then follows Dad again, saying, "You get in a bad situation, go to the railroad tracks and go east." It will get him to Route 70, and he won't have to deal with the checkpoints. They shake, and Dad thanks him again. Connie comes out, not looking at Dad, and says it's not a "good day." Dad will have to come back tomorrow. Because today, his sons are partly bleeding with a chance of sporadic bruising. Tomorrow, however, they are expecting a cold-pack front with afternoon scabbing. Dad's not leaving until he sees his sons. Connie offers him a deal: return all of Connie's citizens who were shot, and Dad can have fifteen minutes with his sons. Dad is quietly threatening. Perkins comes up. Dad gives him a quick once-over, dismisses him as unimportant, and jerks his head at Perkins, asking Connie, "What's this?" His escort to the checkpoint. Another deputy walks up. Dad glares long and hard at Connie as he backs away before turning around to get back into the car.