One of Beck's underlings walks into his office to say they know why the resupply convoy is late. He holds out an envelope and explains they found it on the hood of a dismantled Humvee. Beck opens it, shuffles through enclosed Polaroids of the supply vehicles -- who even has a Polaroid camera any more? -- and finds a note that says, "WE HAVE YOUR GAS, GUNS, AND AMMO. WILL TRADE FOR SHERIFF GREEN." What about the soldiers? Are they being held hostage as well? Beck reads the note out loud. Hee, he's like Eric in that way! He angrily crumples up the note.
In his cell, Jake coughs and sweats under the light. Given that he's wriggled himself to be leaning against a wall, I'd think he could wriggle himself to a place in the room that is slightly shadowed -- we can see one right behind him! The hot light goes off and Beck enters. "Get 'em up!" Beck orders his soldiers. Jake is dragged to his feet. Beck wants him to sign a letter from him to his Rangers, rejecting their tactics. Beck holds out a clipboard. Um, his hands are tied, dude. Beck goes on, "Your friends have been escalating this to a level I will not tolerate. They're putting their lives in danger out of loyalty to you." Beck crouches down until his face is level with Jake's. He tells Jake to end this all now and give him Stanley's location. Jake squints at him out of one eye then spits on the paper. THERE! ARE! FOUR! LIGHTS! Beck rises and announces, "The offer for amnesty in exchange for Stanley Richmond is rescinded." Dude, WHAT?! You never even offered that, so how can it be rescinded? Beck's going soft in the head. Beck goes on that the Rangers are now considered fugitives and he tells his soldiers, "I want all of them." "Good luck finding them," Jake sneers. Beck informs Jake. "Until they're found, I'm declaring Jericho to be an open insurrection." You can probably put some Bacitracin on that. Clear it right up.
More army trucks ramble into Jericho. Soldiers pile out with blockades. They slap up a "closed until further notice" sign on Bailey's bar.
"Lights, power, food supplies. Nine PM tonight, I'm shutting it all down," Beck tells Jake. "We've lived without that stuff before, we'll do it again," Jake retorts. Beck steps closer to Jake and asks, "You really want to test me on it? You want to see how far I'll take it?"
Soldiers march in formation and push back thronging, protesting crowds. It's just like any other day in San Francisco.
Beck leans down to Jake again and whispers, "Whatever happens from here on out, never forget, you caused it."