Anyway, we go from that short interlude of calm to another shot of Bellick getting beat up some more. And you know, for all that he's a class-A prick, I still don't enjoy watching him get tenderized. Surprisingly, neither does T-Bag, but I suppose he's just uneasy because it's a preview of what he's in for. Lechero continues to bleed quietly. And now, the guards have decided to walk T-Bag through no-man's land, instead of, say, shooting him and making an example of him in front of the other inmates. For that kind of dumb thuggery, they deserve to be dealing with prisoner breakouts on a regular basis. Anyway, this little walk through the sand is pretty much an excuse to get Whistler's book into T-Bag's hot little hand (he's tossed to the ground, notices it there and manages to grab it because the guards are totally not paying attention to their little would-be escapee) and it is such a contrived set of circumstances even for this show, I can't be bothered to say anything else.

We're back with the escaped crew. They've docked and disembarked, and it turns out that Linc's got clothing for everyone. Whistler remembers that he had a foot injury for five seconds, and then everyone changes OFFSCREEN, perpetuating yet another aesthetic injustice in this episode. Linc takes a time-out to shake Alfonso's hand and thank him for his help; the smaller man says, "Thank you for my boy. I hope you get your son back, too." Linc's good mood deflates. Splenda shakes Michael's hand in thanks, and the father and son head out.

We then transition to Susan B. driving along and trying to raise Lincoln on the phone. She gets him heading up what must be the world's least fun carpool, and Linc lies about how they're in downtown Panama. Susan B. snaps, "No, Lincoln. You're not." Linc checks his rearview mirror and sure enough, there's a One World Conspiracy sedan creeping up on his tail. A car chase promptly ensues. Whistler would like to know how the One World Conspiracy found them, and it only takes Michael a moment to reason that the bug's in the stopwatch, and the only reason it didn't work in the ocean was that the water blocked the signal. Whistler hands it over with "Oh my God, I didn't know, I didn't know!" Michael throws the offending object out the window. Linc practices some more evasive driving maneuvers and eventually uses the SUV's bulk to force the cars off the roads or into each other. This buys him enough time to drive everyone to the remote cabin he and Sucre rented a while back. Mahone expresses some concern about this ("This is looking like a dead end here") and Linc snaps, "Stay in the car then!" He does not add "OR LINCOLN WILL SMASH COMPLAINING MOUTH."