So then Jake comes up and identifies the Raders as "The Bobbsey Twins, right?" Writers, please. Just because it's Iowa doesn't mean it's 1953, okay? I was just down there last month, and it's 1997 at the very earliest. Henry is actually kind of embarrassed for Jake as he responds, "Are you seriously That Guy?" Jake isn't familiar with that expression (because remember, it's 1953 for Jake), so Henry clarifies: "You're such a random dick." He mentions that Jake's lines "aren't that clever," and there's kind of a sad moment where you see the light go out of the actor's eyes. He's been working so hard to make his character seem cool, too. Henry wonders what Jake's problem with him is. "We'll end it right now," he offers. Jake can't seem to come up with an actual problem, so Henry says he can get back to him. That resolved, Hannah begs Henry, "Please just get me two bottles of vodka." He answers, "Please just shut up." They walk past some curly-haired brunette, who turns and smiles at Henry's back. Yes, I'm glad he's leaving, too.

You know how they make changes between the pilot and the regular season? Like different haircuts and such? This time they pulled a doozy, moving the U.S. Marshals HQ from Arlington to Alexandria. Marshal Huntley has managed to find it anyway (nice to see that she can find something), and she angrily charges into the room. Suck-up Raj hands her a coffee. "$112,000," she tells him, and I'm glad all over again that I don't have a daily coffee habit. But she's referring to the sum of money she pissed away leading a SWAT team into Buttfuck, Arkansas instead of wherever the Raders are. And now she's pissed. She tells Raj to put up Paul's file on the big screen, in convenient U.S. map form. In case we missed last week's episode, this week's previouslies, and the flashy new title sequence, Huntley reminds us that Paul left Potomac over a month ago and sank his car in Illinois four days ago: "Now the guy could be anywhere." What, the high-tech U.S. map with the Rader mug shot and the two blinking Xes 800 miles apart isn't helping you? Fortunately, as Raj points out, they've got 58,000 other fugitives to keep them busy. But Huntley's not ready to give up on Paul yet. Maybe she's trying to round up from 112 grand. Raj tries to be the voice of reason: "The guy's smart as hell." "Yeah," says Huntley, "but he's got his kids with him, and they're not." Truest thing she's said so far, at least after "yeah." Raj points out that some other family was on the run with six kids for seven years. Huntley ticks off the differences there: "I wasn't on that case. It wasn't a murder case. And I didn't know them." Now Raj is interested. "You know Paul Rader?" I thought Raj was relatively cool, but I may have been wrong. Now that he's learned that the lead investigator on this case has a personal connection to the fugitive, he should be thinking of three words: eject, eject, eject.