Mahone has evidently dispatched Foley off to have a little girl talk with Dr. Sara: "Did you have a sexual relationship with Scofield?" "I wish!" replies Dr. Sara.
And now, T-Bag illustrates the pitfalls in the American healthcare system by going to a veterinarian for his hand re-attachment. Hey, it was the only Chicagoland healthcare provider in his PPO. T-Bag lurches into the vet's office and tells Dr. Gudat, "I'm going to need some work done, and I'm going to need it done privately." Dr. Gudat gently reminds T-Bag that the point to being a veterinarian is to work on animals, and T-Bag promptly slaps his stump on the counter. He persuades Dr. Gudat to operate on him by poking something sharp in his neck.
Meanwhile, Team Escarpara is conducting a post-mortem on their car-procuring adventure. C-Note is once again paying homage to his bitch goddess Eris by screaming, "I want the Eye-tye out of the car! Don't you have a heart! I have a daughter! I have a little girl!" Abruzzi leans forward and says in a low, menacing voice, "I have one too. And if I hadn't done what I had to do, we wouldn't be on our way to see them right now, would we?" Meanwhile, Sucre has a look like, Oh, wait. I could be having a GIRL?
Linc is behind the wheel, wearing a long-suffering expression. I swear, if just once, the writers would throw me a frickin' bone and have him bark, "Don't make me turn this car around!"...I would compose a little sonnet in their honor. Or perhaps a series of haikus. Michael gives him directions, because they're heading to Oswego. Naturally, this doesn't sit well with C-Note. Oh, he is such a complainer. Sucre whines, "What about New York? My girl's pregnant, yo." Abruzzi explains for what feels like the hundreth time that the feds will be waiting for them at the usual spots, so they'll have to be a little patient. When freakin' ABRUZZI is the voice of reason in the auto, you really are looking at the Car of Cluelessness. Abruzzi says, "Your love is your weakness right now, and they know about it." And then closet romantic Michael, of all people, says, "Don't let that stop you. You just have to be smart about it right now."
Back at Bellick's work site, the Anti-Pope hands over Scofield's credit card records prior to his incarceration. "He spent a lot of money out here in Will County," Bellick notes, adding, "Why does a guy from Chicago come all the way out here to spend $8000? Car wash, storage, car rental..." Oooh, Bellick's found a trail! Just then, a random cop comes up and breaks the news that a hunter just ran into five of the guys from Team Escarpara. Bellick sprints off.