Mahone, you should have sent her a cameraphone pic of where you were. That would have made up her mind. Anyway, Mahone is nearly grinning. Because he's in a wrapping-up-loose-ends kind of mood, he calls to check on the two stooges cooling their heels below T-Bag's hotel.
We switch to those guys, and before they can get into a conversation about how the moral quandaries keep them up at night but the One World Conspiracy's dental benefits package really pays off by the time the kids need orthodontia, there's a series of short pops. The beefier stooge reaches for the gun he has strapped to his ankle. Then both men realize they've overreacted to a series of firecrackers going off in a barrel. On the other side of the patio, Michael looks at them and smirks. A little kid comes by and asks, "Es bueno?" "Es bueno," Michael replies, then hands over some money with his thanks. The kid continues, "Necessita los otros?" Michael tells him, "Son tuyos." So here is what I find very interesting about the closed captioning: it has the one sentence as "Necessitas los otros?" which is the second person informal, while the kid is asking in the second-person formal, as befitting the context of the transaction. (These little discrepancies pique my interest more than they should.)
So Michael finally flips back the hood and goes walking off... only to run into Sucre. Sucre does not look happy to see him. Michael asks, "What's wrong?" and that is Bellick's cue to materialize into existence and smirk, "Que paso, Scofield?" I love how Bellick gets even that wrong. He is the gringo to end all gringos. Bellick uses his friend the snub-nosed revolver to nudge Michael into an unoccupied corner of the local market. He gloats about how Michael's no better than the rest of them since he's after the money. Michael is happy to remind him that, as a matter of fact, he is better than the rest of them because he's more concerned about T-Bag's tendency to get stabby than he is about T-Bag's carry-on luggage.
Sucre interrupts then with, "I didn't know you were going to be here, Michael." Michael says something along the lines of, "Of course you did -- you were the one that e-mailed me and told me T-Bag was here." Sucre's disbelieving reaction to that is so genuine, Michael believes him. Because Scofield's got the big brain, he quickly puts together the fake message with the conspiracy stooges. He does not let on to anyone else. Bellick figures Michael will help him collar T-Bag -- or, more precisely, T-Bag's big bag of money -- and he doesn't care if anyone else is standing in the way. Now Michael decides to let everyone know that this is a set-up. Bellick snarls, "Get that little college-boy brain of yours to work, then." To back up his threat, he prods Sucre to tell Michael what's going on with Maricruz. Michael gives Bellick a contemptuous look. Bellick says nonchalantly, "Yeah, I'm a big jerk, Scofield. Shame on me." Despite myself, I begin chortling at that. (Oh, Wade Williams, you do such a good job with this character.) Then Sucre practically begs Michael for help. Bellick asks, "Are you in, or what?" Guess we'll find out after the credits and commercials!