Out in the yard, Sucre is using the pay phone (which shockingly enough does not bear a product-placed logo) to call Maricruz. But he gets her answering machine. He tries to get her to pick up the phone by telling her how much he's been thinking about her body. And then her mother answers the phone. Heh. Mamacruz is pretty cold to Sucre (whose real name is Fernando, by the way). When he asks where Maricruz is, she tells him that she's with Hector. Sucre tries to plead his case with Mamacruz, but she tells him that she thinks he should let Maricruz get on with her life. She agrees to pass a message to Maricruz, and hangs up. Sucre smashes the receiver against the phone booth a few times. Which is the main reason I have trouble believing the pay phones would be out there -- they would surely get broken pretty quickly. But then again, the former First Lady had the gall to imply that poor people displaced by the hurricane were making out like bandits because they got a cot and a few free meals, so I guess anything is possible.

In their cell, Sucre (who has a very pretty little nipple) studies a photo of himself with Maricruz. In the bunk beneath him, Michael…wait, I mean the bunk is beneath Sucre, not that Michael is beneath him in his bunk. That'll never happen on Fox. Anyway, Michael broods. We get a close-up of one particular portion of his tattoo as he flashes back to his Big Wall of Fun. The only snippets I can make out in the flashback are the words "the fox is fast," and "cell test." And then we're back in the cell, where Michael holds a cute little cell phone. And his body is made of cells. And some of the other prisoners may have formed a cell of the Revolutionary Workers Party. It's all part of the plot.

T-Bag, holding a bible, enters…what the fuck? It's the prison machine shop, where prisoners are apparently allowed all kinds of metal crafting equipment. There's one bearded prisoner working in there -- I think that's my old shop teacher. And, of course, there are no guards. T-Bag tells Mr. Metalshop that he's looking for a weapon that will inflict the maximum amount of pain without causing a quick death. Mr. Metalshop has exactly the thing. He pulls a wicked-looking barbed metal knife thing from under a workbench and -- keeping his body between the knife and the solitary surveillance camera -- hands it to T-Bag. The knife is called "the Gutter." I can see how this prisoner earned his place of trust in the machine shop. Of course, if the Gutter doesn't work out for T-Bag, he can always see what they have at the prison munitions plant, or maybe the prison germ warfare lab. T-Bag takes the Gutter and hides it in his bible. Apparently, the knife is free, as Mr. Metalshop doesn't ask for anything in return. Maybe the satisfaction of a job well done is payment enough.