We cut to GATE, where Andy the unctuous saleshark is measuring T-Bag's old office for new blinds. Sadly, this act of interior decoration will be his last as a free man, as Gretchen has just shown up in his office.
We cut to the charmingly modest "El Camino apartments," where Trisha whiles away the hours not spent reinflating her cleavage or attempting to blackmail her coworkers. We cut to the inside, where T-Bag is completely ignoring Trisha's uncanny knack for channeling a shabby-chic vibe without going completely twee. He's more concerned that she'll get visitors who won't take too kindly to the whole "I'm holding hostages" thing he's got going on. When T-Bag goes in to check on Michael, Bellick asks if Trisha's all right. She scoffs and says, "They told me not to talk to you." "They? Who's 'they'?" Bellick inquires. One hopes he'll file this away for later use. One also hopes Trisha will eventually learn better manners, because the co-hostage you treat like garbage now will not be inclined to save your sullen ass later. Anyway, T-Bag walks into Trisha's bedroom and gawps at how Michael's managed to assemble an entire blueprint. Michael explains, "It's the building where we can find Scylla. In other words, it's GATE." I squeal a little, because of course the One World Conspiracy isn't content with merely managing the world's agricultural and financial webs. It's also generating self-help! The scope of their evil is just breathtaking. T-Bag asks where Scylla is, and Michael replies, "I can't be certain until I see the building itself, but I'm pretty sure it's somewhere down here below [Cole Pfeiffer's] office." T-Bag finally asks what Scylla is, and Michael tells him. Then he pulls the Blue Steel and says, "I want you to take me to GATE. Now."
T-Bag erroneously concludes, "You can smell that Scylla money, can't you? That's what you're in it for, just like me." (By the way, Tricia's room has a windowseat with some lovely tailored cushions, and I am totally distracted by the Hable Company-meets-Cost Plus World Market thing going on there. Please excuse me.) Michael clams up and T-Bag coaxes him with, "Say it. I want you to say it." Michael rolls his eyes and sullenly lies, "I'm in it for the money." T-Bag crows that he and Michael aren't so different after all. Really? Because it seems like only one of you is dumb enough to believe the other when he's so clearly lying.