Cut to a really nice shot: it's of Michael standing alone, by the fence at the edge of the prison yard. The way the shot is framed, you see the smokestack looming on the left, then a low-slung prison building, then Michael standing straight on the right; it's just really nicely composed, and I like how the blue of his shirt is picked up again in the color of the sky. Ah, the sweet distraction of semiotics! Anyway, the menacing music starts up again, which is our cue to look for roving gangs of beefy African-American prisoners and -- look! There they are! I have a hard time believing that wiry little T-Bag, who looks like one of those yogis that lives off nothing buy silken tofu and rose-hip tea, is the rallying point for the Fabulously Gay White Supremacists; you'd think that someone would have tied him into a bow at some point and used him as a festive valance when decorating their cell.
Anyway, Michael watches the muttering mob with no small amount of trepidation. On the other side of the fence, Bellick comes over and growls, "Allen Schweitzer. That name mean anything to you?" Michael's expression almost changes. If he had an actual temper, he'd be screaming, "Sweet fancy Moses, what else can go wrong today? I lost my bolt, the Italian guy won't play ball, I think I just agreed to be someone's girlfriend, and there's a riot coming on!" But since this is Michael, he asks, "Should it?" Bellick says, "I dunno. You tell me." Michael stares straight ahead and coolly says, "Never heard of the guy." Bellick asks, "You sure?" Oh, yeah, he is. After Bellick leaves, Michael watches his back.
In the next scene, Michael's getting dressed in the bathroom, which is a surprisingly peaceful environment for all that it's filled with marble surfaces that work well when you've got a hankering to be bouncing your foes' heads off something hard. And there's a riot brewing. I'm just saying, these are the least opportunistic prisoners ever. Anyway, C-Note comes over and shakes a bottle of pills in Michael's face. Michael follows him to a secluded corner.
And this is where Michael finds out he really is a fish: after C-Note grabs his hand and cheerily says, "What's up, Snowflake?" he pulls Michael in close and gut-checks him; his friends rush in to restrain Michael. C-Note pulls back and asks angrily, "Do you think I'm a fool?" "What are you talking about?" Michael gasps. C-Note replies, "I see you up there with the Hitler Youth. I got a good mind to slash you open right now." Michael gasps some more: "It's not what you think. They've got something I need." C-Note astutely observes that he also has something Michael needs. As he empties out the PUGNAc container, he says, "Listen, white boy, your luck just ran out. You chose the wrong side." After everyone clears out, Michael finally loses his temper. Oh, his expression doesn't change or anything. But he does punch the bars behind him.