Sucre's cell. As his unseen cellie's legs dangle down from above (don't know why I found that amusing, but I did), Sucre lies in his bunk and stares at a photo of himself and Maricruz. And, may I say, he sure doesn't bear Pacino or DeNiro any resemblance from the neck down. Nice. Anyway, he's thinking some stuff over. Thinking, thinking, thinking, and...scene.
Meanwhile, while Michael sleeps, Haywire is busy at the task of tearing Michael's shirt away in little strips. He really, really wants a look at that tattoo. Michael wakes up with a start and sits up with his back against the wall. Haywire tells him that his tats form a maze and he needs to see them. "It's pulling me in," Haywire says as he leans towards Michael. It's the most novel prison come-on I've seen yet, I must say. Michael reiterates, with some forcefulness, "Get away from me." Haywire obliges, then begins talking to himself. "He's got a maze on his skin. Why would he do that?" Michael stares at him, no doubt thinking he hasn't seen anyone this tormented by a labyrinth since Jennifer Connelly.
Back from the break, Michael catches up with Abruzzi as they walk through the yard. Michael asks if Abruzzi can get him some "drain line root control" out of "Chemical Lockup." That's the same place as the Toxic Control Center, I hope. Please tell me there aren't two places where dangerous chemicals can be accessed by the cons. Drain line root control, by the way, contains copper sulfate, so I guess the phosphoric acid was what Michael nicked earlier. So that's that part of the equation, then. Abruzzi asks if Michael has weeds growing in his cell. "Just one," he answers, and meaningfully glances behind him to an increasingly frayed Haywire. Sounds like someone's planning something nefarious, no?
Elsewhere, Veronica has tracked down one of the cops who arrested Lincoln. The cop looks slightly like Chris Moore from Project Greenlight, and since I doubt his real name is of much importance, Officer Greenlight is what I'll call him. The upshot is that "Dispatch called in with a tip that Burrows was seen leaving the parking garage" where the murder occurred, and when the cops got to Linc's apartment, he was found in the bathroom, "washing out" a pair of blood-soaked pants. Veronica presses him as to whether Lincoln was actually washing the pants or simply in the bathroom. Officer Greenlight says his hands were definitely wet.
As a dejected Veronica walks to her car (we sensing a pattern here?), she's approached by none other than attractive junior lawyer Nick. Nick Savrinn, to be precise. By the way, I blame Lost and the Matrix movies for the fact that I spent a good half hour anagramming "Nick Savrinn" in a vain attempt to find some hidden meaning, mostly because I think he's a bad guy in disguise. Come on, that fashionably tousled hair is hiding some secrets. Of course, I could be way off base. The bad guy could secretly be...Sucre! Just kidding. We all know if there's a mole in that prison, it's the damn cat. Anyway, Nick thinks he can be of some help.