We cut to Kellerman in his hotel room. He's now in his uniform. He's trying to write out his sister's name on what is clearly meant to be a suicide note, but his hand keeps shaking too much for him to write clearly. He grunts in frustration and finally scrawls "Kristine Kellerman." After propping up the letter against his medals, he takes a look in the mirror. We see that Kellerman is pale, clammy, and uncertain-looking. Then he loads his gun. At the click of the bullet in the chamber, Kellerman's resolve returns (noooooooo!). He looks into the mirror, giving it the ghost of a rueful smile. Oh, Magnificent Bastard, what has become of you? I don't approve of this new, can't-live-with-himself version. And I especially do not approve of the sequence where Kellerman gives himself one more look in the mirror, then turns 90 degrees, puts the gun to his head and pulls the trigger.
We cut to Kristine Kellerman, who is busy indoctrinating interns at her unspecified environmental organization. Someone interrupts her with the news, "It's your brother, Paul." Kristine picks up a phone and breathlessly says, "Hello? On the other end, a writer says, "So, was that introduction ambiguous enough for you?"
Meanwhile, Bellick, Michael, and Sucre are busy duct-taping the surprisingly docile stooges to a convenient fire escape. Michael murmurs, "I don't like this. Something's up." Bellick could not care less what Michael does or doesn't like. He and Sucre drag Michael up to the second story of the building where T-Bag is.
Within moments, they've found the closed room in which T-Bag is hiding. T-Bag puts up his good hand, which is holding a gun. Although none of the T-Bag-baggers have their lips moving, we hear a man say, "Slide the gun over." T-Bag eyes them all and says, "We can work something out, boys." Bellick repeats impatiently, "Slide the gun over." T-Bag does and Bellick pockets it, thus bringing the total of firearms on his person to three. He asks about the money. We hear the distant wail of sirens and Sucre asks, "Who called the cops?"
Bellick's in his own world; he wants that money. T-Bag nervously stalls. Why, I have no idea: he has been around each of these men enough to know that they lack the will to kill someone. He's safe as houses. T-Bag finally says the money's in a locked closet. Bellick tells him to get it. Michael is giving T-Bag the Blue Steel. Bellick gets Sucre to open the closet. We see... the hooker from last episode, looking pretty good except for the bullet hole perforating her left pectoral. Sucre gasps Michael's name, and Michael moves over to see what the hell they've gotten themselves into. While he's distracted, T-Bag sprints off. Bellick shoots at him and misses. T-Bag slams the door shut on his way out, and that's how the guys learn they're locked in the room. Naturally, this is when the cops pull up. Bellick realizes this has been a set-up. Michael stares at the dead hooker, aghast that he can't easily figure out if T-Bag killed her or the One World Conspiracy did. Or maybe I'm projecting.