Dana gets home, and Trip and Jerry are lying around moaning. Trip explains that they didn't want the ice cream to go to waste. Jerry adds, "Mistakes were made." Dana decides not to yell at them because she's glad that Trip has a friend.
A field. Possibly the same field as before. Not the one in Afghanistan; the one that's 200 miles outside of Palm City. Fleming: "You must be Hicks." Hicks holds up a knife. Fleming: "What is that?" It's a strand of the cape. Fleming doesn't seem to care that much, and wants Hicks to go finish the job. Hicks is baffled at the idea of finding someone without Goggles. They're a team, you know. Hicks tries to hand Fleming the doohickey of information on the Cape, but Fleming throws a tantrum and fires him. "And you can tell the Masters I won't be using them again," he adds. Sure, why would we want to have a steady stream of colorful assassins on this show?
Diner. Orwell wonders whether they were after Vince or the Cape. Hicks joins them in their booth and tells them that just because Vince is dead doesn't mean he's safe. Also, he would like to know where Goggles is. Vince: "Where he belongs." Hicks tells Vince that he's easy to find, and the only reason he's alive is that they were fired. "Everything there is to know about Vince Faraday is in our heads and in this little zippy." You know, family, number of broken ribs, friends, all that sort of thing. Hicks says that he and his brother can keep secrets. "Tell me where he is. We'll keep yours." No dice. But right after Vince refuses to answer, Orwell tells Hicks, "Al Island. We took him to Al Island Prison." Vince threatens to tear Hicks's eyes out and pour coffee in his skull if he sees him in Palm City again. Hicks eyeballs Orwell and leaves. Me, I wonder how they put Goggles in the prison without involving the police.
Circus again! Raia and Max twirl through a dance routine while Rollo works the heavy bag. Max asks Vince how his day off went. Vince: "I've had better."