Meanwhile, in beautiful Blackfoot, Montana, Terrence Steadman is busy telling Veronica, "I'm not armed." She replies, "You'll have to excuse me if I'm a little short on trust at the moment." Steadman -- who appears to have been radically altered by his captivity -- slurs to Veronica, "I assure you, young woman, that I am the furthest thing from a threat. I think the Percoset pretty much insures that?" I don't know -- David Gest might allege otherwise. Veronica snaps his picture and Terrence tells her it won't do any good. Veronica snaps, "You don't get it -- somebody's about to be executed for your murder while you just sit here." Then she and Terrance go back and forth for a few minutes; his contributions to the conversation can be summed up thusly:

1. Don't hate the player, hate the game. And
2. Veronica is now a prisoner in the house, as all the doors only open from the outside. Quoth Terrence: "There's no getting out of here, young woman."

The cameras zoom in on Veronica's face as she realizes that once again, her inability to think like a sneaky bastard has gotten her in a bad situation. Then they zoom out to provide a nice contrast to the confines of the house -- a beautiful lake, and a deserted dock leading to said lake. Linc and Michael are sitting on the lake. Linc thinks the brothers should ditch the rest of Team Escarpara, but Michael says, "We can't. They know about Utah." Linc more or less points out that two people with an elaborate contingency plan have substantially better odds of reaching Utah before three people with scanty improvisational skills. Michael rebuts that the guys are likely to get caught and therefore sic the Feds on Los Brothers Burrows/Scofield in Utah. He figures they're all a big happy team until at least Utah. We pan to the suspicious mugs of C-Note, Abruzzi and Sucre.