Tyge, meanwhile, turns down Bellick's well-meaning offer to play dice with a snooty, "You want me to come back to your cell and roll bones? Real subtle." And then he keeps going, "Tell me, are you this friendly with all the shirtless guys in Sona?" Bellick protests that it's not like that, and Tyge says loudly, "I just don't want to have sex with you, okay?" Everyone laughs and Bellick looks like he's just realized that Tyge's scoring points off him to climb up the prison social hierarchy.
Michael heads out to chat with Linc. Without preamble, he explains that he needs to disable two of the tower guards, and he needs Linc's help with one of them -- specifically, the one who drinks coffee. Michael wants Linc to drug the guy's coffee so he's unconscious during the escape. Linc asks, "You're dropping this on me with three hours to go?" Michael's like, "...Eh. Sorry?" Then he double-checks to make sure the One World Conspiracy still thinks they're escaping at night, and Linc warns him, "I can't lie anymore to these people, Michael." Scofield's all, "Oh, I think you can -- we need the time to scheme so we can break out L.J. and Sara." Linc does not mention what happened last time he schemed to break out L.J. and Dr. Sara. Speaking of whom...Michael would like word of them both. This is understandable, since he's in a crazy-making situation and these two people are the reason he keeps going, but Linc's evasive answers aren't doing a whole lot for his peace of mind. Michael threatens, "If I don't see pictures of L.J. and Sara by 2:30 this afternoon, I'm not going anywhere." We cut to Linc's Oh, crap... look. And then we cut to the credits.
Once we return, we see that Susan B. -- clad in what appears to be a men's shirt over a bathing suit -- is bringing L.J. his grilled cheese. The kid's not tied up, and he appears to be in relatively level spirits, all things considered. Then Susan B. pulls up a chair and monotones this monologue: "A couple of years ago, I was serving in Mosul, and I was taken prisoner. A few nights later, I could hear the sound of U.S. Army helicopters, two klicks and closing. My hands were still tied behind my back, and I ran. It didn't occur to me that if this was a rescue mission, my captors could hear the choppers. It didn't occur to me that this was actually a hostage exchange, and that my jumping would be viewed as a hostile act. I got recaptured immediately. Six [U.S. Army] Rangers died in the firefight. And for the next three weeks --" We flash to a camo-clad Susan B. being tossed on a pallet in a room full of men, as one masked guy closes the door. And then Susan shows us her thigh, which is covered in old burns and keloid scars. She says, "Let's just say men are pigs. Let's be clear: this is an exchange. You don't try to be a hero, you and your father will be okay. Okay?" L.J. is sufficiently threatened and agrees. Susan ups the freaky ante by smiling brightly and squeaking, "Eat!" I...am still not too close to figuring out what makes Susan B. tick. She's apparently ex-military, only she didn't get the Jessica Lynch treatment, she got the One World Conspiracy gig. But why? Are we to infer that her POW trauma turned her into the conspiracy cookie she is today? And where are her pants?