We then zoom over to a pretty white clapboard farmhouse on the middle of a well-tended patch in the middle of nowhere. There's a girl who looks to be about middle-school-aged in the garage, working on the complex process of attaching playing cards to the spokes of her bicycle wheels. She smiles in satisfaction at the papery clatter. Behind her, Haywire watches through the window. This whole scene simply smacks of the set-up in Con Air, where batshit-crazy serial killer Garland "The Marietta Mangler" Greene has a tea party with a little girl. I can't be bothered to feel any tension here.
Or here, where we establish that it's finally come to the attention to the air traffic controller at the Goose Park Airstrip that there's an unidentified aircraft on the strip. The pilot and Maggio lie unconvincingly about having engine trouble, and there's about a microsecond of will-he-or-won't-he?-style tension with Maggio fondling his gun, but the whole scene ends with a fizzle. The controller walks away from the thugs, then quietly slips a cell phone out of his sleeve and makes a call, saying quietly, "I got an unidentified aircraft out here at Goose Park. You better have a look at it. Tail number's 986-delta..."
Sucre's sitting behind the wheel of the car; Linc comes up to him and asks how it's going. "Just let Papi work a little bit of his magic, okay?" Sucre replies. Hee! Linc asks if Sucre knows what he's doing and Sucre says happily, "You kidding me? Hot-wiring this thing is like hot-wiring a toaster. Now if it were an Acura or a Chinese car, that's a whole different story." We get an exterior shot; there's frost on the car's windows and Linc's breath is coming in puffs. Sucre continues babbling, "Ignition, computer chip, forget it. But no, we're good."
The rest of Team Escarpara is left to entertain themselves. Michael and T-Bag are watching the play of moonlight on the quarry lake. Abruzzi is watching T-Bag. C-Note comes over and sits next to Michael, asking him, "Yeah, you know, what they got in Mexico anyhow?" According to a few of our congressional representatives, lots of people who wouldn't mind living and working in the U.S. Michael asks C-Note if he's ever been, and C-Note replies, "I ain't never been nowhere except for Iraq, Chi-town and Fox River." He then asks T-Bag what he's looking at, and T-Bag sensibly directs his gaze elsewhere instead of chipping in with his own travelogues. C-Note continues, "Look, man, is it a place where you could have a family?" Michael replies blandly, "Lots of families down there, so I hear." C-Note elucidates: "I think you know what I'm talking about. For a black man, an American man, with a family." Michael asks, "So that's the plan? They're going to meet you down in Mexico?" C-Note replies, "Yeah. It's worse than not seeing them. And I can't do that no more." Michael replies, "Not much of a life for them." C-Note says with feeling, "But it'll be a life! I'm telling you, Snowflake, ain't no way in hell I'm leaving them behind." Michael looks impressed by this. I personally find this conversation very interesting because it's like C-Note's making the exact opposite decision Pa Burrows did; the compare-and-contrast between the two fathers may be food for plot in season two.