See, it turns out that J.T. is a cow, and the farmer expects Langly to stick his hand all the way up the cow's butt. Langly weeps. Jimmy: Is this one of them new genetic cow breeds? She's got that one gigantic udder. Farmer: J.T. is a bull. Whee, an ass joke and a penis joke in one scene! So highbrow. "Oh, sweet Lord, take me now," Langly moans. Sing it, brother. Apparently, the boys' lack of knowledge about farm animals tips the farmer off that maybe they're not livestock experts, and he goes and gets his shotgun. He wonders who the hell they are, because they sure don't know nothing about no cows. "Are you from a collection agency?" he barks. Enter Shelly. "Jason? Jason Guthrie?" she sighs. "Shelly Meiser?" he asks, lowering the gun.
Outside, Jimmy pours what looks like acid but must be hydrogen peroxide all over Langly's arm. "Again, hit me," he says, wincing.
Turns out that J.T. the bull was named after J.T. the person; Jason bought him the week the human J.T. died. He examines the invoice, and says that it looks like one from the Air Force Base where his father worked, right down the road. J.T. the man, he explains, worked for missile command. Langly muses that because most covert paperwork never made it onto computers, there's no wonder he couldn't track down the invoice with his mad hacker skillz. The Gunmen decide to infiltrate the base. "None of us exactly look like G.I. Joe," Langly whines. Byers smiles. "I wouldn't say none of us do," he says mildly.
Biznot Air Force Base. Jimmy Bond, all decked out like an officer -- and looking rather sharp in his Air Force blues -- walks stiffly down the hall. He salutes a janitor, who doesn't bat an eye. He breaks into a room at the end of the hall and finds the original invoice with surprising ease. But see, there's always a problem -- mid-discovery, he's discovered by an actual officer. Or is he? Anyway, Jimmy and Real Officer Guy fight, tearing the invoice in two. Jimmy makes fairly quick work of the Real Officer Guy, and discovers in short order that Real Officer Guy is neither a Real Officer nor a Guy. It's Yves, all dressed up and wearing a retainer that makes her talk all deep and manly. Fancy. She makes brief, slurpy, and unintelligible small talk, takes her half of the document and slinks off into the night. Whatever, Yves. If that is, in fact, your real name. Oh, wait....
Back at the Guthrie farm, the team takes a look at their half of the invoice. It sure looks like a pallet for a car, but they don't know where the car ended up, because, conveniently, that's on the other half of the invoice. Langly snips that he thinks they ought to call the cops on Yves. "For doing what, exactly?" Yves articulates (for once) from the corner of the room. I don't know if she was there the entire time, or if she just walked in. At any rate, Langly explains that he thinks the ought to turn her in for killing Snotty Weary. Yves almost manages to communicate shock around her massive smackers. She explains that she thinks Snotty Weary must have been killed by the man who hired her -- a man who's in the employ of the Petroleum, and who, she thinks, wants that car. "I'm not working for him," she slurs, "I just took his money. I guess he knows that now." Langly hypothesizes that Yves had Snotty Weary sneak the invoice into Byers's files, so that she could see where they'd go with it. In other words, so she could get them to do the leg work, while she took all the profit. She informs them, all sultry, that she knows one thing they don't -- where the car is. She removes her half of the invoice from her bra, because, you know, those army cargo pants don't have any pockets. She simpers that she doesn't mind sharing her information, and then licks her lips and says something totally unintelligible. They put the pieces of the invoice together and learn that the car is located in storage room four, silo C. Oh, Chris Carter and the silos. He loves them silos. Farmer Guthrie interprets this as being an ICBM silo at the base.