Frodale runs after a Mr. Frederickson, who isn't holding up his end of his deal with Gracie. Gracie gave Frederickson beet seed in exchange for 3% of his crop. That 3% is Frodale's now. Frederickson says he can't do it. He needs everything he has for his family and livestock feed. "It's the law, Mr. Frederickson, it's rightfully mine," Frodale insists. "There are no more laws, son," Frederickson says condescendingly, and tramps off. Frodale stares after him with serial killer eyes. Oh, he's definitely going rogue. Not just rogue, CRAZY rogue.

Medical Center. Bonnie -- in her volunteer scrubs -- turns a corner to find Mimi. Also in volunteer scrubs. "No," Bonnie mutters. Mimi throws her hands out in a "well?" gesture, and says she's there to volunteer. Happily clapping her hands together, Mimi asks, "So -- what do I do?" Bonnie walks quickly over to a gurney and hands Mimi a bedpan. "Empty. Clean. Repeat!" she tells her. It's not so different from an audit as one might think.

Mom sees Jake and demands to know where Eric is. "Nobody knows," Jake says, fussing with his gimpy foot. "Dad's getting Bill on it." Mom holds up a plump IV bag and says that April's blood pressure is dropping. Meddie calls out for Mom. Jake follows Mom into April's room. April is having contractions, and Meddie thinks she's going into labor. Jake looks horrified as April explains that she can't go into labor, because the baby is only at sixteen weeks. Anxiously, Meddie runs off to look for some labor-stopping drugs. Turning to Mom, April gives final instructions: if she loses consciousness and they can't find any labor-stopping drugs, she'll need a cocktail. Okay, so she says she'll need alcohol, but since Jake asks what kind of alcohol and she says, "Anything coming out of the still. Get me a ten percent drip. It will stop the contractions," it amounts to the same thing. They have a still? So that joke I made about drinking Pappy's moonshine was for real? April passes out, and Mom realizes that she's bleeding out. "Go get Kenchy! Now!" Mom orders. Wide-eyed with fear, Jake bolts.