Michael is waiting for Dr. Sara, hastily shoving Haywire's sketch under his smock when she enters. "Hey," he says. "Hi," she counters. A regular Hepburn and Tracy, these two. Michael presents Dr. Sara with an ashtray -- "They only let us make these and jewelry, and I didn't figure you for the macaroni necklace type" -- which she accepts, even though she doesn't smoke. But arts and crafts aren't the only reason Michael's called Dr. Sara here today. He wants to point out how totally sane he is, now that he's got that sketch again, so would she mind springing him from the loony bin? Sure, Dr. Sara says -- but the problem is that if Michael doesn't tell Pope who burned him, then it's back to solitary for our hero.
While Michael chews that over, False Hurley is busy passing along Michael's message to Sucre. When Sucre request return service, False Hurley refuses -- "I'm done with your little secrets and messages, bro," he says. "I saw Scofield's back. He's got a burn in the same spot as that guard's shirt. I don't know what you're doing, but I have an idea. And I'm through helping you until you tell me what's going on." Sucre demurs, and False Hurley prepares to exit stage right when Linc speaks up from his cell. "I think we can work something out," he says. And Team Escarpara has just added the light-hearted comic relief to the squad.
And not a moment to soon, as C-Note, Westmoreland, and T-Bag are in the cafeteria, cursing the cruel turn of events fate has dealt them. Geary's got all their money. The magical portal behind their toilet is about to be discovered. And the brains behind the operation is still in the psych ward with no apparent plan for getting out. Fortunately, False Hurley has a plan -- which he'll happily divulge just as soon as C-Note finishes using his face to polish up the table. T-Bag tells False Hurley to get lost, but Westmoreland, ever the voice of reason, suggests that maybe they all hear what False Hurley has to say. Let's hope that whatever this scheme is, it does not, in any way, involve inducing vomiting. I think we've had enough of that for one evening.
And here's how the gang put right what once was wrong: False Hurley pushes a cart of laundry past Westmoreland, transferring the contents into the garbage can Westmoreland's pushing. Westmoreland wheels the can into the guard's room and, once the last guard exits, digs inside the trash. While all this is going on, Michael is having a chat with Pope. The subject: the guard who burned Michael and how his name is Geary. Under the tale spun by Michael, Geary shakes down cons for cash: "When I couldn't pay up, he held me down with one arm and burned me with the other. I don't know what he used, but it was hot as hell."
Before we can find out how Henry Gondorff and Johnny Hooker are going to take all of Doyle Lonnegan's money and avenge Luther's death, we cut to Veronica and Nick are tracking down the numbers in Dead Quinn's phone book. The vast majority of them seem to have been disconnected. "Two hundred and fifty businesses, 72 residences covering all 50 states," Veronica says. "London, Martinique, Jakarta, Dakar…as soon as Quinn disappeared, they must have erased the paper trail within days." Well, if anyone can unravel this complex web of deceit, Veronica…it probably isn't you. Maybe you could let L.J. take a crack at it. He's not doing anything these days. Instead, Nick suggests turning over all their data to a private investigator friend of his in Washington. Veronica thanks him profusely for hanging in there and keeping her calm during all this. Nick tries to distract her from the giant neon arrow flashing "Judas!" that's pointing directly at him.