We cut to a shot of Linc's handiwork with the tire -- it's flat, and Bellick is crabby. "What kind of a son of a bitch doesn't have a spare tire?" he wonders. Geary (Official motto: "Being prepared is for punk-ass Boy Scouts") looks up from the tire and says, "The kind that already used it." We are getting more of a glimpse into the sad, interior life of Geary than I care to be given. Anyhow, Bellick decides that he who blows it, goes it, and orders Geary to march the three miles back into town to retrieve a new tire. You can imagine the cheerfulness with which Geary takes this request.
However pissed off Geary may be, it's no match for Nika, who, as Bellick leads them at gunpoint into the nearby woods, is regretting the downward turn her life has taken since deciding to do everything Michael tells her to. "You know, I believed everything you told me, and I did everything you asked," she gripes. "I risked my life for you, for what? For $10,000, I risk my life? And this entire time, you've had $5 million just waiting there? You're a bastard, Michael." And it's hard to dispute anything she's said: Michael's asked a lot of a lot of different people -- Nika, Sara, Westmoreland, probably some other secondary and tertiary characters I'm forgetting -- and while the consequences of helping him out have been great, the rewards have been not so much. Nika's on a nature walk with Bellick at gunpoint. Sara's facing criminal prosecution for her role in the prison break. Westmoreland didn't make it to Season Two. Sure, they have more than a little culpability in their own fate, but it's getting increasing harder to ignore the pattern that people who do Michael's bidding, wittingly or unwittingly, are increasingly winding up worse for their wear. Bellick puts an end to my musings by giving Michael a little guy-to-guy heart-to-heart: "For all that aggravation, I hope you get to hit that a few times, Scofield." Because there is no thought or emotion or motivation with Bellick that doesn't originate from somewhere near his groin.
There's a shack nearby, convenient for those motorists who've captured a trio of fugitives and need a place to stay when their car breaks down. As the boys are herded over to one corner, Nika requests a sidebar with Bellick. "What do you want?" Bellick demands. "To ruin his life, like he's ruined mine," Nika replies. Well, this is a complication. Hope one of your tattoos has a solution for this, Michael.
When we return from commercial, we're in a small town, where the local peace officers are quizzing assorted yokels about an abandoned car, as T-Bag comes limping out of the loo. Hey, this is where we came in! I guess my work is done here...