Then the buzzer sounds and it's tier time. Michael hands Sucre a bolt and pointedly says, "There's no going back now."

Commercials. How interesting that Burger King has deposed its despotic mascot.

When we get back from commercials, the assorted members of Team Escarpara are preparing to amble casually over to Michael and Sucre's cell. T-Bag ambles along behind Manche (a.k.a. "Captain Calorie") and says, "If you get stuck in one them pipes, boy..." T-Bag is not a team player. The two of them join Abruzzi in Michael's cell. Westmoreland's hanging out casually outside the cell. Everyone acts super-casual when a guard comes out, and T-Bag mutters, "Keep walkin', Bull, keep walkin'."

As assorted Team Escarpara members file in, they hand over their jumpsuits to Sucre, who shoves them under the blankets in Michael's bunk. C-Note's hanging out in front of the cell, watching Trumpets. Tweener comes by and hands Sucre his jumpsuit. Sucre is none-too-discreet when he says, "These got blue streaks." Tweener protests that he got a late start, and Sucre snaps in return, "Only one thing you gotta do." Pretty rich talk coming from the guy who forgot to unscrew the toilet.

Abruzzi decides to freak out T-Bag by sneaking up behind him and hissing, "Say a prayer, Theodore!" T-Bag wheels around, and Abruzzi adds, "Say a prayer for us all." Heh -- blessed are the batshit insane mob bosses, for they shall add garbled situational humor to the mix. C-Note eyes Trumpets and heads into the cell; Tweener, Manche, T-Bag, and Abruzzi are casually mingling outside it.

Trumpets then collects the rest of the band and heads over to perform for Team Escarpara. Their likely set list? Perhaps "Mack the Knife." Perhaps a cover of Cake's "Shadow Stabbing." Or maybe they're a tribute band covering songs by Stabbing Westward.

Oh, crap, Bellick's finally managed to sever some of the bonds around his hands. He can hear the guards above him discussing coffee. The Anti-Pope: "Just a half-cup, man. If I have more than that, I'll be up all night." Good to know it's the caffeine that keeps him up, and not, say, his ADULTERY. The guards walk off, totally not hearing Bellick's frustrated, muffled screams.