Becky's gone and gotten Stolte, and they look around Pope's office.
Tweener pops back into the office, and Abruzzi says, "Great job, kiddo." Abruzzi! Each is stripping out of his jumpsuit. We get one more shot from the "Hello! I am a loud respire-r!" perspective, and then we see that it's Haywire. Now that he's off the pills and high on life, he wants to join the fun. And if they say no, he'll just squeal into the discarded CO's radio that T-Bag somehow forgot about when he was busy needling Michael. Linc makes the executive decision: "He's in."
Then Lincoln hops out the window, preparing to shimmy across the cable to the other side. Abruzzi says, "Okay, after Lincoln, we go alphabetically." Heee! C-Note protests, "Hold on, A-bruzzi!" Abruzzi tells him to shut it if he plans on getting on the plane. Lincoln is already suspended from the wire. He'll inch along hand-over-hand, using his feet to scoot along. Each tosses his jumpsuit on to Lincoln's stomach, and he begins inching along. Abruzzi swings out of the window to wait.
The COs and Becky are now confirming that there is no way Pope could have left the office.
Lincoln easily makes his way across the cable. Wow, good thing being shackled to a wall 24/7 for the last three days hasn't affected his muscle tone or condition at all. Once Lincoln's to the other side, everyone watches him drape the barbed wire with the jumpsuits, then step on it so that everyone can get across. Abruzzi goes next. We see the cable's anchor give a little. Then Sucre goes, and I am now wondering: did people only agree to the alphabetical thing to shut up Abruzzi? Why isn't C-Note howling over Sucre going after Abruzzi? Possibly because he's distracted by Westmoreland's sick gurgling noise and subsequent collapse. Michael leans in, genuine concern in his eyes as he says, "Charles..." C-Note asks, "You okay, old man?" "No," gasps Westmoreland. He's got the Corpse Gray pallor that is so often used on TV to indicate imminent death. Haywire looks over, and then dismisses the spectacle as beneath his interest. Besides, it just jumped him a few places in line. Michael gently pries up Westmoreland's shirt, saying, "Let's have a look." He and C-Note are both appalled at the extent of the damage. Michael desperately says, "It's just a few more steps. You can make it!" Westmoreland points out that no, he really can't. And he adds, "I wasn't going for me. I was going for my daughter, and you can do that." C-Note looks like he's about ready to cry. And after Westmoreland weakly asks Michael, "Will you promise me?" Michael does well up as he whispers, "Yes, I will." And -- ah, I can't even type this without my throat getting tight. Stupid allergies! Stupid pollen! Stupid plotline that kills off the Silver Fox! As is the case with all dying people on TV, Westmoreland's positively chatty. He groans, "The money's buried under a silo at the Double K Ranch, just outside of Tooele, Utah. There's plenty to split. The government didn't want any more embarrassment after I took off with that money, so they low-balled it to the papers. Truth is, Michael, it's not one million under that silo. There's five million dollars there." C-Note's got a look like, "Five who what now?" Michael and C-Note look over at T-Bag, who is utterly failing at trying to pretend he didn't heard that. His too-casual look combined with conspicuous ear-cleaning and rapid blinking are what gave him away. Everyone just sort of sits around, except Tweener, who begins his shimmy.