Bailey's. Jake outlines the plan for murdering Constantino, which basically amounts to waiting until he leaves the factory before making their move. Hawkins acts very impatient with this whole thing, and finally just leaves the bar. Is Hawkins going to pull Jake back from the dark side? Is he gently going to explain to wounded, fatherless Jake that revenge is a bad, bloody, business? Not bloody likely! As Lennie James himself told me, he's not going to be Jake's Yoda. Jake follows Hawkins out to ask: what the hell, dude? Hawkins irritably explains that Jake and the Rangers are being incredibly stupid with their plans: "You know? If you were smart? You'd let three months go by, wait until everything calms down, and then you would go in there quietly in the middle of the night and you would kill Constantino in his sleep, because THAT I would understand. But this? This is you just making a big show out of it, Jake, and it is both dangerous and stupid." "Really," Jake states, with weak bravado, still sort of confused that he doesn't have Hawkins's support. "Yes, really," Hawkins snaps back, turning away. "I can't be a part of this." Eric comes out of Bailey's and, seeing Hawkins's retreating back, asks, "He's out?" Jake confirms that Black Ops Hawkins -- the Awesome Hawkins with the guns and the tank driving and the plans and the sniper skills -- is indeed out of their dumb-ass little mission. Eric tells Jake that after what went down today with Beck, he would understand if Jake opted out of their assassination. Jake is all, "Pshaw! My daddy died!" "That's what I figured," says Eric, clapping Jake on the chest. "Sleep well," Jake tells him. For tomorrow you die, dumb-ass. Jake paces in front of Bailey's a bit more when suddenly! A Hummer pulls up! It's Beck! "Get in," Beck orders Jake from the shotgun. All things considered, Jake decides to get in. Beck stares straight ahead and practices his Clenched Jaw of Angry Disappointment.
Somewhere in that bombed-out area that became a military camp, Beck leads Jake into a tent. A tent full of DEAD BODIES! Jake is confused. "I want you to see something," Beck tells him calmly, and excuses the guard on duty. Beck unzips a black body bag and shows Jake the dead face of the New Bern scum that Heather identified and Jake tackled. Jake is having a hard time catching his breath as he pants out, "You executed him?" No, Beck explains. Not by a long shot. He sent these guys back to New Bern, but early this morning, the scum and three other armed men were found heading toward Jericho. "When we tried to apprehend them? They made the mistake of opening fire," Beck concludes. But more to the point for Beck is that the New Bern scum couldn't put his vendetta to rest, so guess what? Now he's the one put to rest. Jake tries to talk around the rising vomit in his throat, and finally leans on a folding table for support. "You asked me what I would have done if those insurgents had taken a shot at me?" Beck reminds him. "This is what I would've done. Sometimes the only way to end these things is to start removing elements from the equation." Beck puts a hand on Jake's shoulder and says, "I think you need to ask yourself--" If he feels lucky, huh? Well, does he, punk? Well, sort of. "--If your father would have wanted your story to end in one of these bags," Beck concludes. At the mention of Mayor Dad, Jake gets up to leave, but Beck grabs his arm. Jake angrily reminds Beck, "My father's dead." Yes. Yes, he is. Everyone? Just in case you missed the memo: JAKE'S FATHER IS DEAD!