Casa Peacock. The white Cadillac is parked out on the lawn. Because, you know, these guys are inbred freaks and hicks. "I'm hoooongry," grouses the woman under the bed. One of the saddest things about being a limbless freak forced to live on a pallet under the bed is the inability to get up and make a snack. One of the Brothers Peacock is examining his injuries in a mirror. Frankly, if I were an unfortunately deformed inbred with several extra facial orifices, I would get rid off all the mirrors in the house right off the bat. The dirty hand of the one of the dirty Peacock brothers shoves some bread into his dirty, dirty mouth. He chews the bread up a bit before trudging over to the bed and regurgitating it into the open mouth of the woman under the bed. Excuse me, but ewwwwwwwwwwww. And when I say "ewwwwww," I mean "ewwwwwwwwwww." I forgot how actively gross this episode is. Ew. Ew. Ewwwww. Ew. Ew. Ew. "All right, I'm ready," the woman announces. The Brothers Peacock gather around her pallet and start taking off their shirts. Oh, ew. Ewww. Ew, ew, ew. Pants are dropped. "You look fine," Mrs. Peacock announces. Oh, ew. "They'll be coming now," she tells them. "We knew this day was going to happen. When they'd try to change the ways things are. All we can do about changing things is be ready for it. Be ready for them." The Brothers Peacock stand around naked, listening to her yap. Not only are they naked, they are, as previously mentioned, all dirty. Being a crazy inbred freak is no reason to eschew the pleasures of a nice warm bath, people. "Let 'em know, this is our home. And this is the way it's going to stay," Mrs. Peacock finishes. The boys bend down to her. Then they walk out. Afterward, I guess. Or something. I don't know. I'm really trying not to think about that so much. Because, you know, with the ew.

Outside the Peacock Place, Mulder, Scully and poor doomed Deputy Paster crouch in the tall grass and discuss their plan of attack. Scully looks though a set of binoculars at the Brothers, who are working in the garden. "Yep, they're up there," she says. Behind her, Paster's struggling into his Kevlar vest. He offers to lead the charge, while Mulder and Scully come around through the back door. Scully looks at him blankly and wonders if the vests are really necessary. "I've seen them fire muskets before," Paster tells her. "I, for one, am not being taken out by some antique." Scully shrugs and takes her vest from Mulder. They leave Paster and scurry around to the back of the yard.