Bellick is still mmmphing for help.
As Abruzzi prepares to disappear down the rabbit hole, T-Bag snipes, "Age before beauty." Boy, he really is a lookist. Michael rolls his eyes. Then it's just him and Sucre. Sucre asks if Michael's got a key to the infirmary, and Michael hedges, "Not exactly."
What Michael does have is the deeply conflicted Dr. Sara. She's still standing on the shore of Lake Michigan, looking photogenically conflicted.
Team Escarpara's officially ten minutes behind, but that doesn't dampen the first flickers of enthusiasm. They hop into the pipes that will lead them to St. Louis.
Bellick is now trying to scrape the gag off his face. Team Escarpara's scurrying through the pipes. We see Bellick succeed in getting some of the tape off his face, and he bellows a long, long syllable that sounds sort of like "Guards" but more like "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrgh!" Michael stops short, eyes bugging out. Bellick manages the slightly more articulate, "Heeeeeeeeeeeeelp!"
Commercials. Maybe I'm all tense and testy from the episode, but how is the Jon Lovitz character in the "Subway Dinner Theatre" commercials not merely a sweatier, puffier, testier version of his character on The Critic? Also, have you noticed how The Critic is kind of like Family Guy version 0.9b?
So we come back from commercials, and the COs are walking outside St. Louis when Bellick's wrathful bellow comes wafting up. Mack turns to the Anti-Pope and asks, "Did you hear that?" They amble back to St. Louis to investigate.
Bellick continues to ululate right up to the moment when T-Bag slaps a sinewy hand over his face and slides a blade next to his throat. Michael comes over to see what's going on, but Bellick is silent. Frustratingly (for Bellick) or tensely (for T-Bag and Michael), the guards decide that they must have imagined whatever they heard, and they take off.
In the tunnels below, T-Bag says with relish, "Scream and I'll cut out your windpipe." Michael tasks T-Bag with getting Bellick's jacket and hat. T-Bag undresses him ungently.
Meanwhile, on the outside...Dr. Sara broods some more. It's a good look on her. She apparently brooded all the way to Fox River, but that's not saying a whole lot, as she evidently made it from downtown Chicago to Fox River in all of ten minutes. Crafty use of tesseracts? A secret talent for teleportation? Or merely more proof that things like "space" and "time" are merely guidelines for storytelling and not actual constraints? Anyway, Dr. Sara strides back into the prison.