Anyway, the omega of the tattoo sequence is a sketch wherein the head of Christ is nestled within a rose, and the number 617 trails down the stem. Mahone muses that it could be a date, and this is how we find out that it's currently June 15. Really? June in Chicago and everyone's still running around bundled up like they just finished schussing down the black diamond trail? June 15, less than two weeks after Governor Dad was found dead and there's already a headstone on that grave? How have we only had a few weeks pass by? And why can't someone throw us a bone and show us a late night show where someone's joking, "If this is Tuesday, we must have a new President," because honestly, at this point, the nation's had THREE Presidents in TWO months. The only way it is June 15 is if it's June 15 of the next year or something.
Getting back on track now! The upshot of that scene is Mahone used his big brain to figure out that Michael's grand final step in his escape plan is scheduled for my brother's birthday.
Then we head south of the border, down Mexico way. An employee de la oficina de turismo de la Ciudad de Mexico is delivering bad news to Sucre and Bellick: there's no record of Dr. T-Bag Stammel in the flight manifests. He suggests that the two check the buses and car rentals.
Bellick impatiently asks what's the haps, and Sucre tells him, "Nothing -- same as the rest." Bellick whips out his rent-a-badge and smarms, "Well, maybe he don't comprende. What's Spanish for INS?" Sucre smacks down Bellick's badge hand and tells him, "Don't be stupid. We're in Mexico -- you're the illegal one here." Bellick blusters about how he, as the long arm of the law, can make it tough for any of the guy's family up north. Sucre gently bangs his head on the ticket counter. Then he appeals to the guy in Spanish: "I hate this gringo, but I need him. My girl's in trouble -- my baby too. The individual we're looking for is the only person that can save my family. He's traveling under the name E. Stammel. Please, if you hear anything, call [my mobile phone]. I'll be forever grateful." Bellick stands by and fumes over not being able to understand a word.