We cut to Michael, Linc, Sucre and Mahone staking out a car in a leafy neighborhood. Mahone leans over from the back seat to say to Michael, "You could have left me there, in jail." "Could have or should have?" Michael asks. "Maybe both," Mahone gloomily concludes. "Are you thanking me, Alex?" Michael asks. "I don't know," Mahone says. Michael dismissively tells him not to bother: "You're here because we needed you, not because we wanted you." Mahone visually confirms the driver, and Team Scylla trails him to a wedding cake of a mansion surrounded by jacaranda trees and tons of security. Michael notes, "Motion sensors, alarm systems, armed guards..." "In and out of that place without anybody knowing?" Mahone asks. Linc comments, "You better have one hell of a plan, Michael." Michael gives him a look like, Don't worry -- I have plenty of fresh new skin to tattoo as I brainstorm.

We cut to the team HQ, where Bellick is fretfully noting, "So basically, there's no way to break into the freakin' place!" "Not quickly, not without being seen," Michael says. Bellick asks if they can use the neighbors' places and maybe dig under and up. Sucre looks up, sort of amused that Bellick is now into the B&E racket. Michael vetoes that suggestion -- these mansions are not what anyone would call "close together" -- and Mahone stokes Bellick's panic further by noting that they've got a relatively short window in which to effect this break-in because the "we parked them in supermax" story is only going to hold up for so long. Linc inadvertently makes the suggestion that kicks a plan into motion: "What if we don't have to go in the house?" He reasons that the cardholder -- aka "Stuart" -- may be carrying it on him. Dr. Sara looks up from the records she's perusing to note that Stuart is the CEO of a firm called "Spectroleum," and Mahone says that's basically a guarantee of Stuart's heavy, constant security. Dr. Sara asks, "We've got to get this thing without him knowing that it's gone. So how do we get it off him? I don't know." Roland speaks up: "You don't steal the card. You copy it." Everyone turns to look at him and Roland says, "Oh, now you're interested in what I've got to say, right?"