Inside, Carlos talks about how he always tried to get his uncle to spill his secrets, which never worked, except for one time eight years ago. Sarah makes a face: Eight years ago is when we jumped. Coincidence, right? "I find him in the kitchen. A bottle of Patrón and the Times. You know whose picture's on the front page?" In 1999? Monica Lewinsky. Ohhhh, he's talking about Sarah. "Only time I ever saw my uncle cry," says Carlos, who figures Sarah's as close as he's ever going to come to one of his uncle's secrets, so he's going to give her what she needs. Sarah says "thank you" and then learns that to Carlos, the word "give" means "sell for $20,000." She protests that she doesn't have that kind of money. "That's a family discount in these hard times, especially for someone who's been dead eight years." Hilariously, Sarah calls it "extortion," but Carlos says it's just because of the times: "Some raghead gets fake papers down here, we're all going to Guantanamo. 9/11 doubled prices overnight." Since Sarah jumped from 1999, she has no idea what they're talking about.
Outside, a police cruiser pulls up. Chiquita rolls her eyes as the cop gets out. "Hey, baby girl, what'd I tell you about hanging around?" He notices Cameron. "Who's your new friend here? Someone I need to know?" Chiquita silently walks away. The cop asks if she has a name. Cameron says no. He asks if this is her car, and Cameron over-lies, saying it's "definitely" not her car. The cop explains how drug dealers often store their drugs in stolen cars, so the drugs aren't found on their property or in anything that belongs to them, and they leave a lookout, "sometimes a pretty girl," to watch their stash. He asks her if she minds if he runs the license plate. He turns to go call it in. Cameron figures, "Well, I have to kill him now," and starts walking towards him, only to be stopped by Sarah, who's come outside and improvs a little scene in which she pretends Cameron is her stepdaughter "Jenny," who's seeing some guy Sarah doesn't like. "Do you do domestic complaints, officer? I want to make a domestic complaint against my spoiled little stepdaughter for making me want to beat my own brains in." Sarah blames Jenny's real mother, neglecting to mention that Jenny's real mother is a Mr. Coffee. The cop asks if this is Sarah's vehicle, and Sarah sneeringly asks why she'd drive that "piece of crap" and then embroiders her story by threatening to send Jenny back to private school where they'll dress her like a flannel sock. The cop suggests the women have this conversation at home, instead of in "gang territory," and Sarah's all, "Gang territory?" and promises to vacate immediately.
Since they can't take the car, it's a thirteen-mile walk home unless they steal another car. "Were you going to kill that cop?" asks Sarah, before deciding she doesn't want to know the answer. What she does know is that they need rules, and asks if Cameron isn't supposed to take orders. "I do. From John," says Cameron. But not current John. Future John. Aren't they the same, asks Sarah. "Not yet," says Cameron, striding on ahead.