Out at the 4H, Hawkins greets Jake with instant news. Tomorrow, a three-ring binder will arrive in Beck's hands with an aerial radiation scan of Jericho. "The bomb," Jake realizes, because he's rather quick, "I thought the lead made it undetectable." "Well, this is an advance system," Hawkins explains. Of course it is. Rather than moving the bomb, they need to destroy the page with the radiation scan results. (J&R would only send the hard copy, Hawkins explains, rather than take chances with the Internet.) Jake guesses the page retrieval is his job. "Within twenty-four hours, Jake, forty-eight at the most," is Hawkins' response. Jake asks, "Well, you gotta plan for getting Beck out of his office?" Of course he does, Jake, don't be silly. Hawkins moves towards his door, asking Darcy if she got gas. "Where are you going?" Jake boggles. "I gotta burn down a house," Hawkins explains. Hee!
At J&R, people stand in lines with their Social Security cards to register and exchange currency. I guess Cheyenne's getting into the counterfeit biz. Wait, did they have to build new mints? Because the coin mints west of the Mississippi are San Francisco and Denver, which are by all reports, compete toast. Also, the Bureau of Engraving is in D.C., so...yeah. People of Jericho -- hear me now! You need to be asking these questions! In the middle of all this disturbing red tape, Mimi approaches Trish to report that her independent records indicate a ten thousand dollar discrepancy. It started showing up when the new currency arrived. Mimi offers up that maybe J&R didn't deliver as much currency as they claimed. Trish looks worried and says that J&R is meticulous about accounting and wouldn't make a mistake like that. "Then someone took it," Mimi says with a strained smile. "How? I mean, it came off the armored truck, checked into Jennings and Rall, and has been under armed guard ever since," Trish puzzles. "Well, then I guess you have to figure out who had access," Mimi says with forced pleasantness. Trish smiles and tells Mimi not to worry about it. She'll get to the bottom of it.
Arriving at the police department, Jake sees Beck's office being turned into a SCIF. Bill looks over at Jake and says, "It's Fort Knox back there." They're installing a thumbprint scanner and all other sorts of cool stuff, and the list of approved thumbs is short. Jake guesses correctly that he's not on it. Bill cheers him up, "If it's any consolation, you now hold the distinction of being the first Jericho sheriff in history who doesn't have a key to the sheriff's office." He grins and slaps Jake's back. It's nice how quickly Bill has recovered his sense of humor since he was locked in a trunk by escaped convicts after his boss was murdered. Bill shows the approved list to Jake, and among all the military personnel is Heather. Jake looks up and sees the lady herself already in the Very Special Very Secret Office. Yep, Beck would definitely want her to have access. A soldier walks into Beck's SCIF and presents him with a briefcase. As Beck unlocks the handcuffs securing the briefcase to the solider, I realize that with this new regime, it's sort of comforting to know that they're still using the handcuffs/briefcase shtick. Like, they're still in touch with their roots and old world top secret traditions. Meanwhile, does anyone do that in the non-Hollywood world? I think if I ever saw a guy on a plane with that sort of stuff going on, I'd get off the plane and as get as far away from him as possible. Because, frankly, I doubt we're talking about orange crop reports any more.