Jake grumpily says, "Just tell me the name of the song" as he walks Emily home. Emily chirps that she's not telling. Jake says, "I remember that it was sad and depressing." Both! As they reach the front door, Jake admires the house. Since I suspect The Interior League didn't limit themselves to Hawkins's front door, I'll mention that from the outside, at least, it's got two stories. But Emily's bedroom is on the first floor, because we've seen that there's a door to the outside in it. Have I mentioned that Emily's crazy? Hey, maybe Roger's been locked upstairs all this time. It's like Jane Eyre! Anyway, Emily says that the house is the first one she and Roger looked at. Jake opines, "When you know what you want, why keep looking?" Ooo, that's deep. Emily thanks Jake for the escort, and heads in.

Once inside, Emily is immediately confronted by Jonah, who's pointing a gun at her He's also got a bloody cloth wrapped around his right forearm, and says, "Don't say a word."

Credit. This seems like a good time to mention some of my favorite comments about this show. So I will! Warren Ellis: "The Jericho opener was retarded, so I'm not watching any more of that." Bert Ehrman: "Jericho is quickly proving itself to be even more lame than I originally suspected." Wing Chun: "Think of it this way: at least it's not Studio 60."

Jake marches into the sheriff's station and gives Dale his insincere condolences as Mom and Dad look on. Eric tells Jake about Mitchell's accusation while Mom keeps her arm wrapped protectively (or threateningly) around Dale. Dad mentions that Gracie "stood up to Jonah." Jake says that they should pull some men off their "patrol" to go Jonah-hunting. Dale wants to join the manhunt, but Mom nixes that: "There's something that I have to talk to you about." Jake and Eric warn Dad that Gray will use Gracie's murder to win votes. Dad harrumphs that they'll find Gracie's killer, but that he doesn't want to hear any more about politics. He exits, followed by his sons, while Mom rubs Dale's shoulder creepily.