And then we get to another scene about which I can't be bothered to care. Sucre's in the SHU, and as he paces his little cell, he screams that he needs to make a phone call. The guard slides open the little window and cracks, "Sure, no problem. Would you like a pizza and a pedicure too?" Well, so long as you're offering... Anyway, Sucre pleads that it's Monday, and he's got to call his lady, and the guard's all, "Put a sock in it. You got nothing coming." Sucre turns away from the door, making the boo-boo-kitty face.
And then we see Bellick getting some guard to search the manifest for an Allen Schweitzer. Surprise, surprise, no such man exists.
Cut to the rap music, and a large African-American prisoner glowering. Hey, did you hear? There's going to be a race riot. The music said so! We get shots of prisoners creating shanks and passing them each other, since evidently, this is the week the work-study students from Lighthouse School for the Blind are interning in the security towers. We see Michael walking with a bunch of guys through a gate, and an African-American inmate says, "You hear the trumpets, Fish? I know you hear them. That's Judgment Day. It's coming -- real soon." Michael looks troubled. Cheer up! If it's really Judgment Day, maybe you can escape prison via the Rapture! And grab Linc on your way out.
As Michael heads into the GenPop holding area, he notices the African-American inmates all clustered in too-casual knots, watching and waiting. One of the Fabulously Gay White Supremacists distracts T-Bag, and after he darts off, Michael heads toward Adam's cell to look for that bolt. Not to diminish the urgency of his breakout plan or anything, but wouldn't it be easier to just find another bleacher with the same style of bolt and start over? As Michael searches the cell, we see a snapshot of Adam on the outside, draped all over another guy. Unfortunately, Michael isn't able to complete his search before T-Bag comes back with Adam behind him. Whoops! T-Bag is pissed, and shouts, "What are you doing in mah cell?" Thinking fast, Michael says, "I want in."
Well, while that little move solves Michael's short-term problem, it's not going to do a whole lot to solve a longer-term one, since C-Note has just noticed his newest customer making nice with the Fabulously Gay White Supremacists.
Meanwhile, Michael's making a bid with T-Bag: "Whatever it takes, if you want me to fight, I'll fight. The bolt from the bleachers? That's what it was for." T-Bag's all, "You want to fight, you get your chance. Next count." Adam sidles up behind Michael and gives him a look that's meant to be predatory, but ends up coming off like he's playing Gollum in the prison repertory performance of Hobbit! The Musical!. ["Don't laugh: it's real." -- Wing Chun] Michael's all, "So the fight's tonight?" It sure is. Michael alludes to the bolt again, but Adam simpers, "You want a weapon, bitch?" and drops what looks to be a pen in his pocket.