The two men round a corner, and Michael bugs out: "We've got less than twenty-four hours!" Whistler reassures him that they'll make it. Michael replies, "Tell me why." Whistler asks, "What?" and Michael follows up with, "What's so urgent that we can't get you out of here the day after tomorrow?" Whistler snaps back, "I don't know! I don't have all the answers. You don't know me, I don't know you, but it's your job to get me out of here."
Linc is busy buying all sorts of equipment from a dive shop on the end of a little pier. The beach around them is simply beautiful. I can see where one might be tempted by the life of a fugitive if this is where it leads. The guy ringing them up is an American; he tells Linc, "I came down here in '85. Two wives and twenty years later..." Linc grunts, then asks where international waters start. The answer: twelve nautical miles.
After Linc pays for everything and trundles off with his cooler full of equipment, he meets up with Sofia. They banter cute about how Linc doesn't tell her anything (Him: "You could be a Russian spy, for all I know") and how Sofia keeps a lot of stuff in the boot of her car (Him: "Do you live out of this thing?" Her: "I like to be prepared in case of an emergency." Him: "We got an emergency.") and I have to say, I think it's kind of charming. However, "quippy" soon gets "snippy," as Sofia does not like Linc's habit of withholding information, and threatens to stay where she is if he doesn't talk. Linc sets her straight: "They killed Sara. I'm trying to make damn sure they don't kill my son. You don't think for one second that your boy's not on their list? Then stay here. I couldn't care less." Sofia sulkily gets in the car.
Back in the prison, Lechero's taking a break from the skyrockets in flight to check out his crew. Once that's done, the camera heads back over to Sister Magdalene, who is wearing a bikini and a smile. The camera lingers, perhaps forgetting that a substantial portion of the Prison Break audience would prefer that it exercise that kind of treatment on the dudes in the cast. Anyway, the camera eventually remembers that Sister Magdalena actually has body parts above the bra line, and we see a shot of her looking sad. Lechero asks what's wrong, and she tells him that Augusto "won't pay the payment for you anymore." Lechero rolls his eyes and drops into his chair. It is so hard to find good lackeys on the outside! Sister Magdalene continues, "I went to him for payment like every Monday, and he says it's not his responsibility and I should ask you --" "No. No, no, no, no, no, no. You tell Augusto I don't pay for sex," Lechero replies. But...it's okay if someone in your organization picks up the tab? How does that work? Anyway, poor Sister Magdalene protests, "I know! I did! But what will I do? I don't see anyone else." Lechero snap, "Yeah? Well, neither do I." Somehow, his fidelity is less impressive than hers.
Michael and Whistler are busy disassembling the hammock; it's like some sort of male unstitch-and-bitch group and sort of amusing. Whistler would like to know what happens right after they slip out of Sona: "I'm going to meet someone from this [One World Conspiracy]?" "Apparently," Michael replies. "And then they're going to kill me? You know that," Whistler presses. Michael rolls his eyes and correctly points out, "If they wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead." Whistler doesn't know why he's valuable alive, and Michael reminds him, "You've got something they want." Whistler persists, "Once I give it to them, I'll be no use to them, right?" Michael rolls his eyes again and sighs, "I don't have all the answers. All I know is it's my job to get you out of here." Whistler looks disgusted at Michael's single-minded focus.