In Savannah, Tom and Jason Neville try to slip into their new identities as Edgar and Nate Crane in order to ingratiate themselves with the U.S. government. The government is not entirely run by idiots, so they immediately see through this, but Secretary Justine Allenford sees something that she can use in the wily Tom Neville.
Let's catch up with Our Lady of the Incisors, who is roaming Big Sky country with her gentleman counterpart, Cheekbones. They trade their respective reasons for wanting to kill and/or capture Monroe, and then the man himself proves he's still the smartest person on this show by brain-punching Cheekbones into unconsciousness and showing Charlie that not only have the feds put a price on Monroe's head, but they're also looking for her mother.
Speaking of. Rachel and her team of elderly Willoughby gentleman manage to rescue Miles from Titus just before he turns Miles into a withered husk. Seems Titus has a diabetic wife, Jessica, who's in renal failure, so she needs a constant flow of clean O-negative blood (since dialysis doesn't exist anymore). Miles, Rachel and Gene flee back to Willoughby with Jessica, who promptly offs herself since she's horrified at how her disgusting child-molesting husband keeps murdering people to keep her alive.
Titus and his pals attack Willoughby and it seems that Titus isn't the one in charge here, since the ugly guy we at first thought was his minion is working for the U.S. government. Just as the Titusites are massacring the people of Willoughby, the cavalry shows up to save the day. Looks like they're going to save themselves some bounty money.
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Previously on Revolution: Aaron died. Psych! Charlie met a hot bounty hunter who didn't listen to her when she was all, MONROE IS A WILY BITCH. U.S. government lady Justine Allenford came to make nice with the refugees in Georgia, and Neville declared war on Ms. Justine. And Miles is in the creepy, creepy hands of cult leader Titus Andover.
Titus's house o' music boxes. The lady on the bed, staring at the ceiling, is Titus's wife, Jessica, he expositions. Jessica is diabetic and went into renal failure two years ago. Oh this is going to a bad place. Jessica is O negative, Titus villains, so they're going to replace her dirty blood, which her kidneys can't filter, with some nice, fresh, clean blood — specifically, Miles's blood. Ugly straps Miles down and Titus thanks him for his, uh, donation. You know, the phlebotomists are way nicer to me when I offer them a pint. Also, it's a good thing no one has given poor Jessica hepatitis yet, right? Or mad cow.
While Miles is being drained, Rachel creeps in and surprises the blood-drainer. She clubs him over the head and unhooks Miles from all the equipment. Gene is right behind her. Miles, who might be a noble idiot but at least is a strategic one, convinces them to take Jessica with them. He and Rachel go rescue Sara while Gene hauls Jessica out of her sickbed. Of course, one of Titus's guards comes back while Rachel is fiddling with the lock on Sara's cage, because that woman is just too much fucking trouble. One of the Willoughby men shoots the guard, which of course alerts Titus. Miles is all SERIOUSLY FML.
Willoughby guy shoots a few more guards before getting killed, and Miles, Rachel, and Gene all escape through a great big drainage pipe with Jessica Andover. Titus wrinkles up his nose like someone has stepped in the poo-poo.
Guys, this Honey Nut Cheerios commercial set to a Nelly song makes me feel like an australopithecine. Good Christ.
Savannah. I feel like Savannah would be a terrible place for a refugee camp. The malaria alone would devastate the place, you know? Neville comes into his tent and tells Jason they've gotten in with the patriots, so now they need to erase their former lives and slip into their cover identities. He burns a photo of Julia as he growls that they'll "bleed red, white, and blue…for your mother."
Tom and Jason serve icky-looking government rations. Jason complains, and Tom kids that he looks good in a hairnet. Jason, of course, has no idea what his father's talking about, as there is no USDA (kind of like right now, ugh) to make him not get his dandruff all up in people's food. Tom says this being good team players all part of the plan, and they need to bide their time. They walk into a tent and a man immediately clubs them both unconscious. For all the wet skull-cracking noises they have to generate week-to-week, I hope the Foley artists on this show are making bank.