Sucre is pretty pissed that he lost his conjugal visits over a bar of soap. He's not impressed with Michael's plan to help him escape so he can spend all his time with Maricruz, since he only has sixteen months left on his sentence and he'd rather not end up on the lam for the rest of his life. Michael, confronted with actual logic, seems a bit flummoxed. He's sorry that Sucre lost his conjugals, but he tells him, "I had to test you. See if you could keep a secret." Sucre tells Michael that if he digs in their cell while Sucre is there, he'll "split [Michael's] wig." I just don't know what that means, but it doesn't sound fun. And then Sucre storms out of P.I. Doesn't he still have painting to do? Linc tells Michael, "That went well." Commercials.
On the outside, Veronica is in her office, taking Leticia's testimony and typing it into an affidavit. Leticia's story is that Linc owed her boyfriend $90,000 and wasn't paying it, and then all of a sudden it got paid by somebody else. She flashes back to some white guy in a baseball cap visiting their apartment and handing a bag of money to Crab. When the guy left, she looked out the window and saw the guy in the cap walk up to a car, where he was joined by Kellerman and Hale. She could tell by the way he walked his walk that he's a woman's man, no time to talk. Er, I mean, she could tell by the way he walked around as if he owned the place that he worked for the government. Which means that the homeless drunk who hangs out near my building must also work for the government. Back in the present, Leticia tells Veronica that Crab never told her why the government guys paid Linc's debt. Veronica tells Leticia that she needs a minute to type up the affidavit and then she can sign it. Leticia walks towards the door -- she wants to go for a smoke. Veronica tells her it will only take a minute to type the affidavit. Leticia: "So will the smoke." We'll see about that.
In the prison infirmary, Dr. Tancredi is inspecting Michael's foot. Fortunately, there's no sign of infection. She reminds him that she's obligated to file a report if she thinks there's been prisoner misconduct. He tells her that a report from her would only make things worse for him. She gets all empathetic and tells him that it's perfectly normal for him to be scared. He tells her a story from his childhood: "When I was young, I couldn't sleep at night, 'cause I thought there was a monster in the closet. But my brother told me there wasn't anything in the closet but fear. That fear wasn't real. He said it wasn't made of anything. It was just air not even that." I refuse to believe that Linc ever had his shit together enough to give such sage advice to his punk-ass little brother. What Michael has learned is that in prison, fear is real, and that it has some friends and a pair of gardening shears and can cut your toes off. Tancredi suggests that Michael go to Ad-Seg (i.e., administrative segregation), but he'd rather not spend his time with the rape victims and the snitches.