Hawkins drives to Texas through the dark night. His dashboard clock hits 9:00 and he drives past the lit sign that says, "Welcome to Jericho." Behind and unseen by Hawkins, the twinkling lights of the town beyond are snuffed out.
Stanley stares off into space. His face is blank. Mimi walks in. He barely reacts. Mimi kneels on the couch next to him. She picks up his hand and kisses it. Stanley sort of recoils from her. "I love you," she informs him. "Don't," Stanley orders, shaking his head. "I do," Mimi insists. "Don't," he says again. Mimi lays her hand on his chin and asks him to look at her. He won't. "We're going to get through this," Mimi tells him. Stanley doesn't want to get through it. "What am I going to do? Am I going to go back to the farm? We're going to feed the chickens, plan our wedding?" Stanley shakes his head disgustedly. Mimi's eyes plead with him, but he still won't look at her. "Bonnie's dead and I killed a man," Stanley reminds her, "And nothing's going to change that. Nothing."
Hawkins speeds through the night. Must be nice not to have highway patrols or speed limits. His phone rings. It's John Smith. "I thought we had an agreement," he says. "Oh, we did," Hawkins agrees. "Then why are you on your way to Texas?" Smith asks. Gasp! THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE CAR! Suddenly alert, Hawkins searches outside of his windshield and asks how Smith knows that. All Smith says is, "I'm well connected." He goes on that Hawkins can't do this without his help since he knows the ins and outs of J&R better than everyone. "So, turn the car around," Smith orders, "We can make history together, you and I." Hawkins smiles tightly in the dark, "I am sorry to disappoint you." He looks out of the windshield up at the sky, searching for something. Smith says, "I was hoping we could work together, but I'll just have to find another way." He hangs up. "Yeah," Hawkins says belatedly and slaps the phone closed. He keeps driving.