Unfortunately for Mahone and Dr. Sara, they end up nearly running into two pissed-off FBI agents who a) have just reviewed dossiers on Team Scylla and b) are looking for a consolation prize since Don Self will soon be sporting a bucket of tapioca where his brain used to be. Dr. Sara manages to boost some medical supplies and head out undetected, but Mahone is arrested in a freakishly short interval.

Dr. Sara heads out to the car, breaks the news about Mahone's arrest, and Michael's sense of obligation pushes him to make his decision: "If we give Scylla to Kellerman, Mahone gets exonerated. He's fine. He's fine." Yes, but Lincoln is not; his lung is currently filled with fluid, which is a problem for anyone who's not equipped with gills. Dr. Sara does some doctoring, and that distracts Michael from noticing the two One World Conspiracy goons who just snuck up on the SUV and busted out the passenger windows. Receding Hairline Goon cheerily asks, "Mind if I drive."

Oooh, the suspense! Exacerbated because we go to a truly funky shot of T-Bag being suspended upside down. All the blood is apparently rushing to his head, as C-Note is busy telling him, "In two minutes, your eyeballs are going to pop out of your head. Now, that's worse than death." T-Bag gasps out, "I can't betray. My destiny is to be a respected gentleman." Then he begins screaming in pain, frustration and heartbreak. Perhaps the blood finally overwhelmed that part of his brain reserved for obsessing on Scofield and it's occurred to T-Bag that really, the cards have been stacked against him from birth and his bad decisions never really made matters any better. And while we're here, let me note: I love how the writers have delicately constructed and spooled out this most secret and impossible aspiration of T-Bag's over all four seasons. I have very little love for most of T-Bag's hijinks, but I have thoroughly enjoyed how his collision with Michael brought all his inchoate desires for legitimacy and respect into sharp and painful yearning. It's the real tragedy of T-Bag: that he so completely lacks the personal traits necessary to realize his aspirations, and he is actually aware of all that he's missing.

Moving on: Michael, Linc and Dr. Sara are back at the loft and we learn that General Von Baldy is prone to bad judgment -- like, T-Bag-level bad judgment -- by gassing on and on about how thoroughly he's beaten them instead of just killing everyone and moving on to the "cleaning up the mess Christina made" portion of events.