As he opens the door -- yeeeesh! It's Agent Kim, approaching Mahone's rented room on little cat feet. "Going somewhere... Alex?" he asks in his usual sprightly fashion. "I don't know. Am I?" Mahone replies. What is he, channeling Horatio Caine? Kim grins and tells Mahone he doesn't like to get his hands dirty; as he daintily side-steps Mahone and sidles into the now-stripped room, Mahone checks the stairway to see if it contains the One World Conspiracy goons who do like to get their hands dirty.

Kim regards the empty wall. Mahone reluctantly re-enters the room, and rasps, "It's surprising the things a man will do when properly motivated. Wasn't it you who told me that?" Kim looks up at him with an expression that slightly suggests that he wishes he were a photo of Michael Scofield about to be licked by a long, forked, reptilian tongue. Mahone is on a completely different wavelength: "I would kill you if I thought it would give me an ounce of peace." Kim smiles and asks, "And what would give you peace?" Mahone tells him, "I've been able to hold it together through all this because there was a light at the end of the tunnel, a life at the end of the tunnel for me. Do you see my son? Do you see my wife?" It is a little heartbreaking how he's delivering this, and a little heartbreaking how he refers to his ex as "his wife." Someone is not interested in moving on post-divorce.

Kim coos, "What if I was to tell you there was something that could turn that light back on?" Are you saying that the bodies of conspiracy stooges can be used to generate electricity? How excellent! It's both an expedient solution to Mahone's problem and a renewable resource for green power! Kim asks, "What would you say?" "I'd say it's the same offer you made when you dragged me into this, you little bastard," Mahone snarls. He continues, "Look where it's gotten me. They're going to drag me before the public. They're going to prosecute me like some kind of murderer." Some kind of murderer? Try a very effective kind of murderer. Mahone says there's hard, tangible evidence Kim can't take away. Kim raises his eyebrows all, "Oh, can't we?" However, he is forced to admit that no, he can't take away the evidence -- but he can take Mahone away from all this. And that is how Mahone gets sent on an errand to fetch T-Bag from Mexico. Kim purrs, "We're talking about a very real finish line here, Alex. You've come so far." Mahone looks at Kim, his face bleak with weariness. He asks, "How much further would I have to go?" Everyone, sing with me -- "Panama! Panama-aa-oh-oh-ah-ah, Panama!"