She fearfully wants to make sure they can square things, and he assures her that everything will be "peachy," and that's before she drops the sheet from her naked body to indicate how she'd like to pay. He stands there, and it doesn't take a genius to know that this is the last we'll see Ruth alive.

Back at the sheriff's office, this crack team has found the army-surplus store where the gang -- led by someone being called "Sarge" -- bought their gear, including two-hundred rounds of 30-calibre ammo. "They're prepping for a fight," says Ralph. Dixon found the garage that sold the car, and the owner overheard them talking about meeting back at "King's" which is a motel. The sheriffs saddle up, but Ralph orders Dixon to stay behind. "It's not a discussion," says Ralph, before heading outside, where Jack sticks up for Dixon -- not that Ralph is hearing any of it, and accusing Jack of meddling. Jack doesn't think it was called "meddling" when he was raising Dixon while Ralph was off being an MP. "I'm his father. You're his uncle. It's different," says Ralph, and outglowers Jack.

Out at the motel, the men find the kidnappers took the room at the end near a pay phone, but there's currently only one of them there.

So the three of them go marching across the parking lot, guns out, which seems foolish -- I'd assume the kidnapper might be keeping an eye on things outside. Then the pay phone rings, and all three of them freeze. It's almost funny. Buddy comes out to answer it, and it almost appears like he's not going to see them. But he does and he races back inside before they get do anything about it and starts firing at them.

Without knowing if Tim's inside or not, Ralph won't let them fire back, which becomes a problem when Jack decides to run around back to keep the guy from sneaking out that way. But the kidnapper's sharpshooting traps Jack behind the motel sign and Ralph is forced to shoot the guy, who's dead before he gives up Tim's whereabouts to Ralph's scowl. There's no sign of the kid anywhere. Plus, ugh, all the paperwork that comes with a dead body? I mean, forget it.