John scurries off to hide while Mike points his gun at Carter and demands his money (and the shares of his dead buddies). Carter doesn't respond, until Mike pushes him, toppling him over (Carter breaks his fall with the knuckles of his fists). Uh oh. There go the red eyes. Better get scarce, Mike. Carter grabs Mike by the throat, and reduces his demand from money to, you know, just opening the door. "Thank you for your service," says Carter. See, no hard feelings! So why does Mike have a fire a bullet into Carter's face? Not that it does anything other than give Carter a cool metallic scar over one eye. Oh, and Mike gets his neck snapped.

And now, back to the wall. Carter goes motionless again. John fishes a coin out of his pocket and tosses it to see if there's any reaction. There's none, but then I probably wouldn't move for anything other than paper money either. Sufficiently convinced Carter's not going to snap his spine, John spots a phone in some sort of control room. "Oh, God, please," he whispers as he picks it up. Fortunately, there's a dial tone.

Outside, Sarah and Cameron have pretty much given up. "It's not your fault," says Cameron. "Maybe it's yours," says Sarah, who then bitches that maybe if Cameron had let John try to save Jordon, or at least let him think he had a choice, he wouldn't have "gone off the reservation." Even though one of the strict family rules is "keep your head down," right, Sarah? "John does these things," says Cameron. "Not the John I know," says Sarah. Again, what? Let's just assume that this is the distraught mother talking, and not a moron. "The John I know," says Cameron.