An arty little quick-cut, through-the-camera montage of Our Intrepid Heroes having their mug shots taken by the Little Rock police quickly follows. Sam's maintaining that epic bitchface of his, and the height chart he's standing in front of indicates he'd be six foot six were he not slouched in abject irritation with his older brother at the moment. For his part, merry El Deano teases the cop in charge by grinning, "I call this one 'The Blue Steel,'" then sucking in his cheeks, hoisting his eyebrows, and puckering out his lips, Zoolander-style. And then, after the off-screen cop orders him back to the lineup, Dean cracks, "Wait, who looks better -- me or Nick Nolte?" "Shuddup," grumps the cop, and since we're telling smartasses to shut up at this juncture, I'd like to take a moment to inform the height chart that it can both shut up and go straight to hell. There's no way -- no way -- that Li'l Stumpy here is six-foot-three.
Post booking, El Deano cools his heels in an interrogation room until Special Agent Henriksen and his partner, "Special Agent Reidy," sidle on in to make with the formal introductions. Dean's game face falters a bit when he realizes he's speaking to "the Milwaukee agent Henriksen," but he of course pulls himself together to engage in a pissing contest with the agent in question until Henriksen and his partner rattle through a list of charges both Dean and Sam now face, with Henriksen concluding, "I'd say for you two, 'screwed to hell' is a major understatement." Henriksen and his partner gloat for a very lengthy period of time until Our Intrepid Heroes' pretty public defender "Mara Daniels" enters to put a halt to whatever interrogation the feds thought they'd conduct with her client. "We're not quite done here," Henriksen protests. "Um, yeah, you are," Mara announces rather curtly, "and if you don't mind, I would like to meet with my clients. Privately." Henriksen attempts to glower, but withers quickly under her bright smile and hard stare.
"Unfortunately," Mara begins a little later as she opens her briefcase, "your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge won't be until Tuesday." Darling Sammy simply eyes her, troubled, but El Deano seems pleased to confirm that until then, they'll be held in The Green River County Detention Center. Poor Sam rolls his eyes heavenward when Mara goes on to note that extradition papers have already been filed in five different states, "with Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest concerns." "How long can we stall?" he wonders. "A week," Mara hesitantly admits before amending that assessment with, "maybe less." Sam's mighty brow furrows as he shoots his stupid older brother The Super-Bitchy Puppy-Dog Eyes Of Oh, My Holy Christ, What Kind Of A Fucking Mess Did You Just Get Me Into Over A Goddamned Tomahawk?