Aboveground, T-Bag is doing a masterful job of containing his visible gloating. No matter how the fight turns out, he'll have rid himself of one person he doesn't want around.
Bellick steels himself and goes swaggering over to Sammy with a little of the brio we all remember from season one. He says to Sammy, "Excuse me, sir. Do we come to you if we need the chicken foot?" Sammy, who is happily counting money in full view of the rest of Sona, confirms this is so. He asks who Bellick has a beef with. Bellick replies, "I don't know his name -- some Carribean guy, stole my wallet a while back." We get an amusing little shot of Sammy flipping through his mental dayplanner as if to confirm he did rob Bellick upon his arrival. Then he gives Bellick his full attention, warning him, "Better think long and hard before you say another word." Bellick hurtles along: "He's got this fruity little moustache and this ugly-ass vest." Sammy snaps his fingers and an underling hands him the chicken foot. He hands it to Bellick, saying dryly, "Please. I'm begging you." Down in the courtyard, people have begun to notice. Bellick takes the foot and throws it down, and the courtyard erupts in cheers. Sammy grins and tells Bellick, "In the ring. Fifteen minutes."
Then we cut to T-Bag laying it on thick: "I never thought I'd say this, but I envy you, Brad. I've wanted to shame that little Calypso kid ever since I first met him." It's too bad he had to settle for manipulating other people into doing his dirty work for him instead. My heart, it bleeds. Bellick tries to get into the spirit of the smack-talking, and T-Bag hastily cuts him off with, "Just don't take too long to finish him off, okay? The sooner he's dead, the sooner we can get on with the escape." Bellick's pumped! He's motivated! He's...screwed. There's no more acetone in the jug.
Inside the tunnel, Mahone's cracking wood planks with his bare fists and commenting, "We need a saw." No, you need another tight t-shirt like you were wearing before the break. Put it on and then we'll talk about getting you a Makita. Whistler pipes up, "I am a fisherman." Scofield and Mahone both sigh. Whistler continues, "I am. I'm just a little bit more connected than I've let on." Michael and Mahone begin inspecting lumber. Whistler insists, "I run charters, just like I said. I have for years. Then one day, that brunette, Gretchen, well, she asked me if I wanted to be exclusive to her corporation. Well, with the money she was offering, I had a pretty good idea she was not just trolling for salmon." Michael confirms that Whistler and Susan B. have history. Whistler protests that Susan B.'s been "an absolute nightmare in my life, ever since that first job." Michael gives Whistler a look and says past him, "Alex, I need a wedge." Mahone hops to. Whistler persists, "Look, I took them where they wanted me to take them. I have to figure out these coordinates [in my little book] and I have to take them." Mahone finally says, "Quit embarrassing yourself. We're not two chicks in a bar you're trying to pick up. [turns to Michael] Do you need to hear this?" Michael: "No." Mahone: "Good. [to Whistler] You work for the One World Conspiracy. When you break out of here, you're going to do whatever they ask you to." Is it just me, or did Mahone's 12 hours of withdrawals also chase away all his demons and revive his wit? Lang's coin is truly lucky! Also, possibly magical.