Michael whisks back into his cell, stands right in front of the Christ figure with the "Adios" legend (so subtle!), and tosses up a sheet for privacy so he and Whistler can scheme over how to best survey the guards. When Whistler points out that he'll need a lookout during his guard-watching, Michael tells him to use Mahone. "I thought we were stringing him along," Whistler says. "Well, we're out of string," Michael replies. I'm guessing a smack-addled Mahone cut it short, eh, Michael? Scofield hands over half of the binoculars and the men are off and peeping.

Up in Lechero's suite, T-Bag is counting out his money and drug bundles in clear sight of everyone else. He is also dressed in a fresh pink shirt and sporting a slick, dark pompadour. You have to give the man credit for dressing his part. Anyway, Lechero drawls that T-Bag's in danger of becoming all work and no play, and T-Bag replies, "My clientele keeps a tight schedule. I've got to make sure I see to their needs." As T-Bag heads over, Lechero reminds him that his primary job is to be Lechero's snitch. T-Bag nervously stammers that he hasn't heard jack, and Lechero tells him, "Listen harder."

Then Sister Magdalene arrives on the scene all nunned up, and she greets Lechero with "mi amor." "Mi vida," he responds. Face-suckage commences, and T-Bag watches with a sick look. Lechero and Sister Magdalene retire to Lechero's boudoir, and Lechero tells T-Bag to sit, watch the game, and presumably eavesdrop on his fellow posse members.

Whistler is passing the surveillance time by asking Mahone what his story is, musing, "I suppose you were married to the job. Drank too much. Rabid insomniac. Typical lawman." Mahone gives Whistler a look, then contemptuously replies, "Yeeeeep. Just like you reek of live bait, have a girl in every port, tell fish stories -- or so I've heard." Whistler's still watching. He replies calmly, "Prior to this experience, I had the utmost respect for the law." Then he and Mahone note that the guard is relentlessly focused. However, they might get a break, because there's a patch of no-man's-land that is subjected to relentless glare -- and therefore anything in it is practically invisible.