Michael then requests that he be put on speaker so he can tell Self and Mahone to go to 4 Dunn Place where, in theory, Dr. Sara should be holding Christina Scofield hostage. "Make her tell us where Scylla is," he says, reasoning that doing so will get General Von Baldy and the forces of evil off everyone's backs for a while. Linc grabs the phone and growls, "Mahone, you do whatever you gotta do to get her to talk." Mahone's on it like a sunbonnet. Don Self has an expression like, "Damn, Burrows, that's hardcore." But in Linc's defense: the woman just set him up for murder. Wouldn't you want to deliver a smackdown?
Once the credits roll, we are whisked over to the condo where Lincoln and company were staying. FOX News is already on the scene, where some blowdried talking head is talking about how unconfirmed reports have pegged Lincoln Burrows as the assassin, along with "Michael Scofield, his mastermind brother." We cut to General Von Baldy doing a slow burn, and then his temper really blazes as he throws the remote across the room and shouts, "Christina sandbagged all of us!" He then orders his balding goon to head down to the hotel and make sure neither Lincoln nor Michael are caught. This is not because he yearns to see the boys fly free; Von Baldy is concerned about what they might say to the authorities. T-Bag volunteers for the mission, assuring Von Baldy "I will dispatch it efficiently," but Von Baldy shouts, "This is not an Alabama coon hunt, Teddy!" T-Bag says, "Don't judge me by desperate actions taken when there was a gun to my head. I ran an entire prison gang syndicate. Hardened felons called me 'Mister.' I'm so much more than a snitch, and if you continue to treat me as such, it will be your loss, General, not mine." General Von Baldy is pulling out his hair in frustration -- or he would be, had he any -- and he sets T-Bag straight: "Son, I have the fate of a multitrillion-dollar enterprise in my hands. And you want me to let you earn your stripes now?" He stalks off and we see T-Bag looking speculative. I think someone's just decided that he wants to assume control of a multitrillion-dollar enterprise. God help them all if he succeeds.