Inside the prison, everyone's sort of staring warily. We see why: Lechero has strung up his ex-henchman so everyone can see what the punishment is for killing outside the ring. Sammy asks, "No football today?" Nope -- nobody gets to play. Well, that's another wrinkle in Michael's plan, isn't it? Lechero looks over and says, "You're my brother, Sammy." Sammy snorts and says, "Of course." The two walk inside. We get a final, lingering shot of the dead thug, strung up in a quasi-crucifixion style. Let him serve as an object lesson to anyone else considering that kind of hair!

A somber Linc is waiting for Michael at the usual meeting spot. After Michael confirms that the guard will be asleep in half an hour, he asks, "So we're good?" "Not quite," Linc replies. He shares the news that the One World Conspiracy is now hip to the actual timetable for the escape. Michael looks distraught, like, "I have been watching Animal Cops and they just found some poor horse starving to death" distraught. He asks, "You told her?" Linc says, "She worked it out." Michael is near tears as he asks, "Why didn't you lie?" Because Linc is already having a hard time keeping track of his assorted deceptions? Michael asks angrily, "What are we going to do to get the upper hand here, Linc? You think they're just going to turn over L.J. and Sara?" Linc argues that this is too dangerous, and if the brothers try anything.... Michael interrupts to say that the One World Conspiracy won't hurt the hostages if they want Whistler.

Linc leans in and says gently, "We're playing this one straight. No games, no surprises. All right?" Michael gives Linc a hunted look and pleads, "Show me the pictures?" Linc is now near tears himself. Michael whispers, "Show me the pictures, Linc," and then, "The pictures." Linc can't look at Michael as he admits, "I can't show you the pictures, man." Michael would like to know why not, and Linc finally faces Michael, closes his eyes, and says, "She's dead, Michael."

Michael's first expression isn't shock; it's a sad confirmation. (I think he had suspected something, and Linc finally admitting the truth only strips away the hope Michael had that he was wrong.) As Linc chokes out, "I lied to you. I'm sorry. If you don't break out today, they're going to kill my son," Michael stays silent, tearing up, trying to pull himself under control. Then he walks off as Linc shouts, "They're going to kill L.J. Michael, we've got to do this! Michael!"