We cut to the FBI agents attempting to interrogate Mahone and coming to all the wrong conclusions about who assassinated Bannerjee, Jr. Mahone is all, "I see that the IQ of the agency dropped by ten points when I left," then points out in all sincerity, "Lincoln didn't kill Bannerjee. He was set up ... It was the [One World Conspiracy]. They've developed a device called Scylla. Listen to what's right in front of your face! The brothers didn't kill anybody. Listen to me. Listen to what I'm telling you." Alas, the same agents who were so right to call Don Self out on his punk-ass punkness do not follow their instincts on this, and so all Mahone can do is stare in bemusement at these tool-using primates whom his former employer has put on the payroll.
Back at the loft, General Von Baldy is still gassing on and on and man, how long until someone effects a dramatic rescue? 3 ... 2 ... 1. There we are! Who knew Sucre and C-Note were so capable of scaling buildings and taking people out with one or two well-aimed bullets. Michael then aims a gun at General Von Baldy's head and says, "This is where we say goodbye." And AGAIN, Dr. Sara is like, "Michael, no." And it's not because she's like, "Let me -- he did kill my dad and sic his mistress on me." ARGH. They end up handcuffing General Von Baldy to a staircase and taking off with Sucre and C-Note. And I must say that I am very disappointed in this scene for two reasons. First, because nobody in that room has the stones to kill the old bastard. And second, because Michael and Sucre do not hug at all. Which is just wrong, because damn, greater love hath no papi for his cellie than what Sucre just showed.
So then we hear sirens and Dr. Sara snaps, "Gentlemen, we have to leave." Sucre and C-Note carry Linc down to an SUV that is not all shot out, and everyone scrambles to get in, except -- oh, no! The cops are there now! Sucre heroically gets into another car and provides a roadblock/distraction to buy everyone else time to escape. He screams to Michael, "Go! Go!" As the cops arrest Sucre, we hear his theme and I can't help but remember: this is, like, the second time Sucre's let himself get arrested so Michael can escape. At least Michael looked a little torn up when he drove off, but I ask you, where is the love? Forum posters, I command you to deliver it to Sucre, since Michael so obviously cannot.