The gassing and the police-stalking-around continues. Michael, it appears, is having Lincoln construct bomb-type materials from toilet paper and toiletries while he short-circuits a lock. We cut to the loading dock area, where the receding-hairline-goon is busy introducing himself to the cop he is so obviously about to kill.
Meanwhile in a service corridor, Don Self runs right into the scrumptious Agent Hooks. He is somewhat nonplussed when Hooks calls his name, and even more so when Hooks introduces himself and whips out his Homeland Security badge. The two men warily walk toward one another, and Hooks is the first to pull his weapon and order Don Self to stay where he is. Don Self feigns outrage: "What the hell are you doing? Do you always pull guns on fellow agents?" "Yeah, when fellow agents that are supposedly dead are found later in a hotel with the guys who allegedly killed them," Hooks replies. He's quick, that one. Looks and brains? Be still, my heart. Don Self spins a weak story about how he was in covert ops, but Hooks isn't buying it. Fisticuffs ensue, and to make a long and sad scene short: Don Self kills the tasty Agent Hooks with a steak knife to the chest. AS IF we needed any more reason to loathe him.
Then Don Self discovers the dead body of the cop and calls Michael to warn him that this means "there's someone in the hotel other than the police that's looking for you." Michael passes the news on to Linc, then manages to break into a room. This sets off a security alert, and next thing you know, eleventy-dozen cops are on their way to the 16th floor. Michael has filled a minifridge with the toiletpaper-and-toiletries bomblets. Then he sprays in some air freshener. Linc tosses in a match and closes the fridge's door. The brother sprint down the hall behind the fridge. When two cops get there, they see the fridge ... and then it blows apart. The force of the fire blasts both cops back, unconscious. So another set of cops sprints up the stairs and run into two uniformed, gas-mask-wearing cops who tell them, "They booby-trapped us and now they're up on the roof. I have to get him to a hospital." The other cops are all, "Whatever, hup hup hup hup hup!" and they continue up, leaving the two cops to stagger down the stairs ... until the chief realizes that maybe, these aren't cops. He's right. It's Lincoln and Michael. As the chief prepares to arrest them, however, Receding Hairline Goon comes up behind him and kills him. "The General would like you back at the loft -- NOW," he says.