Camp Liberty. A doctor tells Heather that she'll be moved to Cheyenne and away from the "conflict zone." Heather runs up to Col. Charles and asks what's going on. He explains that Jericho has been moved up the priority list. Heather thanks him breathlessly. "This is all thanks to you -- don't worry, we're going to get things back to normal again," Col. Charles promises ominously. Camp Liberty pulls out, and Heather gazes up the flag with thirteen vertical stripes and twenty-one stars on the blue field. I'm really sad that we're probably never going to find out what that means. Heather suddenly looks worried.
Jericho. Jake turns back to his men and raises his voice, "My father expected us to make a stand here -- to defend our home. That's what we're going to do." His face is still smeared with Mayor Dad's blood. He's wearing his father's blood into war. It's very tribal of him.
On a bluff above the train tracks, Hawkins has stopped the tank. He crouches next to the gun and watches the train chug closer. I wonder if his plan is to ram the tank into the train and create a massive explosion that will keep the train from getting any closer to Jericho. That's what I'd do if I needed to stop a train and a war with a used weaponless tank.
There are a few pops around the sandbagged car and someone yells, "Smoke bombs!" How juvenile. Next thing you know, they're going to be hurling stink bombs and blocking up the toilets. Jericho gets into position and takes up its arms. "Don't waste your rounds!" Jake yells, "Wait for a clean shot!" They wait. The smoke clears a bit. They wait some more.
On the bluff, Hawkins looks up as about eight helicopters fly right over him with a very big DUN!
"Wait," Jake cautions, his hand still up. Everyone waits. Even the music. "NOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!" Jake yells and everyone starts firing.
And that, my friends, is that.
Next week: We find out if that really will be all we'll ever know about Jericho, Kansas. Keep your fingers crossed and send peanuts.