Cut to Sucre and Michael's cell. After Sucre gives the all-clear, Michael pops the credit card out of the seam of his overalls. Sucre launches the fret offensive. Michael cuts him off by peeling off the decals that made a magnetic key card appear to be a credit card. Very smart! This way, if Nika's questioned, all she can say is she passed on a credit card; if someone tosses Michael's cell, they won't find it. And yes, Michael made the card himself, with his very own printer and card reader and everything.
So Michael nips out of his cell and takes a stroll down to the receiving and discharge area. He lets himself in using the keycard. After a brief time-lapse sequence, Michael finds the bin with all his belongings.
Meanwhile, on the outside...night has fallen in New Glarus, and the inhabitants of the Unalawyer cabin are all sleeping. For the curious: Veronica's got the bed, Nick's got the couch, and who knows where LJ's being stashed. There's a crash, and then Quinn's knocking on their door, pleading that he needs help because there's been an accident. After a brief and furious debate -- Veronica, naturally, argues for flinging the door open to a total stranger with, "We can't ignore him!" while the more sensible LJ rebuts, "The hell we can't!" -- the brain trust opens the door. After a scant few minutes of mugging as a wounded figure, Quinn shoots Nick in the back and tells the gaping Veronica and LJ, "No one's going anywhere."
We are. We go to commercials. How appropriate to show the Hummer in the middle of a parched plain, what with the environmental toll it takes.
When we return, we see that Quinn's been busy: he's slapped duct tape gags on Veronica and LJ; the two are also bound. Quinn picks up Nick's gun, grabs the back of LJ's chair, and says wearily, "Say goodbye to Junior," as he drags him out of Veronica's eyeline. Then Quinn comes back and casually asks Veronica, "You know how many pints of blood the human body has?" "Mmm-flllfffll?" she guesses. (Translation: "I finished in the middle of my class in law school, not medical school." Or maybe it's "42?") Quinn tells her, "The answer is ten -- ten pints. How many do you think Prince Charming over on the floor has left. Eight? Seven?" Veronica looks at him and thinks, The joke's on you! Nick's not human! Ha ha ha! Quinn proposes that he take Nick outside to bleed in the woodshed, then says, "I want you to chew on this. You tell me everything you have discovered about the Burrows case and who else you have told about it. And there's a chance that I might let you go in time to get Mr. Savrinn to a doctor." Veronica looks alarmed: now is not the time to tell Quinn that Nick's a Christian Scientist. Quinn leans forward and twists the knife: "You decide whose life is more valuable: the guy waiting to die on death row or the guy wishing he'd die out in the woodshed."