Frodale rides with the MPs in a military truck.

Outside of J&R, Stanley bitches about all the crap J&R is pulling. "We're losing this town," Jake says and announces they have to catch up with the MPs. He orders Eric to find Beck and relay a message. Eric protests that Beck will just say he doesn't have authority. "We're going to give him the authority," Jake argues back. Seriously, just shut up and do what your brother says, Eric.

Back in his SCIF, Beck asks why the soldier holding Heather captive, given his secret crush was cleared for all access, all the time. The soldier tells Beck he believes Heather was accessing info she had no business accessing. Beck asks Heather if she was looking at anything other than the New Bern stuff. Heather barely pauses before telling him she wasn't. She just needed to check something in his inbox. Beck glances back at the soldier, "Problem solved. Thanks for all your help, Sergeant." With all due respect, the soldier thinks Heather's pants are on fire. Beck gets all challenging and asks if this peon is questioning his judgment. "No, SIR!" the soldier announces, so Beck sends him out. Her throbbing heart in her shining eyes, Heather gazes up at Beck and appears to put her entire soul into saying, "Thank you." "Thank you?" Beck repeats and then emphasizes, "My apologies. I hope the Sergeant's actions haven't colored your faith in this office. I'd consider that a crime." Without another word, Heather leaves the office, looking sick at the wool she just pulled over Beck's hot eyes.

Frodale sits in the jouncing prison transport and considers the actions that brought him so far from his hobbit-hole and pipe-weed. The transport stops at a Jake barricade. With his sheriff-mobile slapped against the road, Jake has his hands and badge raised above his head in surrender and mutters, "Let me do the talking" to his posse. An MP gets out and starts yelling at them to get out of the way or he'll shoot all of them where they stand. Jake bleats, "All right, there's been a mistake. I'm the sheriff. The kid should be in my custody." But see, the MP doesn't want to know and doesn't care. Jake yells out that he has orders from Beck. The MP still doesn't care. "Radio Major Beck, 10th Mountain Division --" Jake implores. "This is NOT how I get orders," the MP yells back, all frustrated. Jake keeps pleading, and the MP keeps threatening to open fire. Finally, another MP scampers around the transport with one of those military phone-in-a-bag things. It's Beck. The yelling MP lowers his gun and takes the call. After a few brief "sir, yessirs," the MP holds out the phone and says, "He wants to talk to you." His hands still up, Jake walks around Bill and talks to Beck. Beck is PISSED. "You mind telling me what the hell you're doing?!" he demands. Jake calmly says he needs his help. Beck goes on, "Your brother tells me you want me to identify a sixteen-year-old kid with no discernable values as a confidential terror informant?" Hee -- Beck thinks Frodale has no discernable values as well. Jake explains that if Frodale is considered part of Beck's investigation, J&R has no jurisdiction over him. Beck starts to ask if Jake's out of his mind, but Jake interrupts, "He's a kid! He's a sixteen-year-old kid, and Goetz is sending him to prison with no judge, no trial, nothing. It's a mistake. You have the ability to do something about it, so I'm asking you to help." There's a short silence before Beck orders Jake to put the MP back on. Jake protests but Beck insists. Loudly. (And probably hotly.) Jake hands the phone back and glares at the MP. The MP just says, "Yes, sir." Before hanging up and yelling that Frodale be brought out. Frodale stumbles out and with a very, very sharp knife, the MP slices through Frodale's plastic handcuffs. He shoves him at Jake. Heh. Jake puts him in the car and they all drive off.