Inside the prison, the tunnelers are all busy making braces. Michael's looking at bolts made from lengths of rebar and staring intently. Aboveground. Lechero frets to T-Bag that Michael's a dead man the minute he steps outside the tunnel. He could always go live in the wet sewage tunnels. Whistler seemed to do okay, and I'm betting Michael's so inventive, he can make the Phantom of the Opera's subterranean lair look like an abandoned squat in West Oakland. T-Bag muses, "As far as I can tell, we have two options." Then, looking as if the sentence physically pains him, he utters, "We can invite Sammy on...the...escape." Lechero pretends not to notice T-Bag wincing through those last three words as he spits, "He can go to hell." T-Bag then points out there's another way to get rid of Sammy. "You wouldn't last a second with Sammy," Lechero says dismissively. Hey, you never know. T-Bag's got mutant superhero powers, remember? Actually, T-Bag's pretty sure he can manipulate someone else into doing the fighting for him.

We cut to Bellick, who has finally found his prison cohort -- the fat, gullible U.S. citizens' gang. I can only conclude that the rest of the prison keeps them around to remind themselves that things can only be worse. After suffering through a few seconds of Bellick's lies -- and the handy reminder that Brad Bellick is practically an idiot savant in self-sabotage -- we get T-Bag coming on over. He effortlessly baits the hook with intimations of an escape plan and gives Bellick the catch: he's got to challenge Sammy in the ring. We get a wonderful shot of Bellick alone in a corridor. He's trying to bring his fists up in a pugilistic posture, but he's shaking too badly to make it look convincing.

Meanwhile, on the outside, we learn two things: Lincoln is buying a bomb, and he needs a new translator because Sofia has the annoying tendency to question everything right at the moment when Linc needs to play it cool. Oh, wait -- we learn a third thing: Linc is very subtly undermining the Whistler/Sofia relationship. Linc, who would have thought you had that kind of strategery?