Hawkins keeps driving. Suddenly, bright headlights illuminate the back windshield of the SUV. Hawkins looks around in concern and speeds up. The flatbed Humvee gives chase. Soon, the Humvee is joined by another pursuing vehicle. Oh, shit, now there's a helicopter! Okay, there might be two helicopters, but it's hard to tell. Hawkins yanks his SUV off the road and heads into some trees.
Ma Green arrives at the Rangers' hideout and says she needs to look at a map. She was blindfolded but she thinks she can reconstruct the route. The reconstruction of the route takes a decidedly Sneakers turn when Ma Green says, "It smelled terrible." Jimmy and Bill look up at once and say in unison, "HOG FARM!"
The next shot has us looking at pigs through some binoculars belonging to Eric. He assesses the situation and whispers to the Rangers that it's definitely where they're holding Jake. Jimmy rejoins them and gives a run down of what sort of enforcements the hog farm has. Bill says, "Well, what are we waiting for?" Eric nods, "Let's go get him."
Hawkins is still trying to outrun his pursuers, but they're closing in. And then the helicopters start firing. DUDE HE'S GOT A BOMB! Aren't those things sort of, I don't know, EXPLOSIVE?! The helicopter next launches a missile. Hawkins drives the SUV into a ditch and, being protected by the Shield of Awesome, doesn't get thrown through the windshield. As the soldiers close in, Hawkins wrestles with something in the backseat. A rifle? But it's wedged tight. He pulls out a handgun and gets out of the car. By the time the soldiers get there and find the bomb, Hawkins is gone.
In his cell, Jake moves slightly at the sound of gunfire. Eric and Jimmy burst into Jake's cell. "Don't," Jake says weakly. "Jake, come on!" Eric yells. Um, Eric? He's sort of, you know, not feeling well. Sigh. Eric's just so dumb. Eric dashes over to his brother and works at the plastic cuffs, yelling, "Help me!" to Jimmy. The two of them walk Jake out of Hogitmo while the shots fire out of the dark. They all pile into a car. Eric is the last one in, and as he clambers through the back window, in an awkward Dukes of Hazzard way, he yells, "Go! Go!"
The next morning, Hawkins is trudging down a road. His phone rings. John Smith's voice tells him, "You escaped." "You know you should have waited for daylight to try and burn me," Hawkins retorts, "I might not have been so lucky." Smith regrets it has come to this, but he had little choice. Hawkins sits down and says, "You got a problem now because you tipped your hand. You didn't just know where I was going, you knew exactly where I was. And that means you were tracking me." Smith plays dumb, "How would I have done that?" "I think that's where it gets interesting, because this phone is secure and the car was stolen, so the only way you could have done it was to have a tracking device inside the bomb," Hawkins determines. Well, if that's the case, then why didn't Smith just go and seize the bomb weeks ago? Smith says, "You sound paranoid." Hawkins laughs, "Yeah, well, that's as may be, but fourteen years ago, it was you that wrote the report detailing how a massive nuclear terrorist attack would decapitate the federal government, right?" (Have I ever mentioned how irrationally I love it when Lennie James says, "that's as may be"? I don't know why.) As we flash to a CIA report on Project Red Bell, Hawkins goes on that the report said that one individual with enough access could mastermind the entire attack. "See, it makes sense that whoever put those bombs in the field would have tracking devices in every single one of them, so he would know when they were in place," Hawkins goes on. Smith had the ax to grind, Hawkins says. Smith knew the system. Smith wrote the plan. "And then, I think, it was you who put that plan into practice," Hawkins says, shaking with anger. We flash to a bulletin board with red pushpins stuck in all the struck cities. "You're not just some innocent whistleblower, are you?" Hawkins demands. Smith believes that he is. "Only the last time I blew the whistle," Smith goes on, calmly, "I took out twenty-three American cities." Hawkins looks sick with rage. So...how does Valente fit in? I'm still confused.