Over at the FBI, the waxy figure of Agent Mahone is busy staring at Oscar Shales' case file. You may remember Shales as the guy Mahone was obsessing over during last week's episode. And if you don't remember, don't fret -- I figure we're in for another half-dozen shots of Shales' mug this week as William Fitchner begins panting heavily and grabbing for his Happy Pills. Right-hand man Wheeler interrupts this happy reverie with the news that a dredge of the river beneath Michael's apartment turned up a discarded hard drive with serial numbers matching a computer he ordered from Dell a few months before his incarceration -- about 12 percent of the data's been recovered so far. No word on whether it was mostly just illegally downloaded MP3s and potential designs for his MySpace page. Mahone seems more interested in a stack of newspaper clippings that Wheeler's handed to him -- he rushes over to the boarding bearing the mug shots of Team Escarpara and pins an article underneath one of the photos. The way the scene is shot, we can't see whose photo it is nor as much as a headline from the article. Wheeler seems perturbed that his report on the hard-drive has apparently gone in one ear and out the other. But not nearly as perturbed as Lang, Mahone's right-hand woman, feels, after she arrives to announce that the blood tests came back from the staged crash and the sample match the blood type of Linc and Michael. "I'll reach out to the media," Lang says. Mahone turns quickly and stares right at her: "How about don't?" He sighs at the apparent thick-headedness of his underlings and continues, "If it gets out that the guy who masterminded this whole thing is possibly dead, the other six cons are going to get their guards up even more." Mahone now turns his attention to the entire room. "It is our policy not to announce deaths until they're confirmed," he says, punctuating that last part by punching the bulletin board. Lang wonders how much more confirmation you need when you've got an exploded car and a blood match. Mahone suggests she thinks up more ways to make sure. "I want those guys out there getting more complacent, not more careful," he says, before turning and stalking out to go read another chapter from The One-Minute Manager's Guide to Being Creepily Obsessive About Things.