We then zip out to the Mojave Desert, where Gretchen is meeting with General Von Baldy. He is, to put it mildly, not pleased with how the get-the-card caper was pulled off because what he has is not the original data card but a duplicate. Gretchen's taken aback by this news, but it's only the appetizer in what ends up being a banquet of berating. And then it is capped with the dessert of death, as delivered by a giant, gun-toting conspiracy stooge. However, since we don't see the actual gunshot -- possibly because the agent is so big, he blots out the sun -- and we don't see an actual body thudding to the ground, I am thinking that Gretchen did not get the dessert of death so much as she did a coffee of To Be Continued.

Then it's off to beautiful Panama City, Panama, where Linc's peaceful morning in a café is interrupted by Michael calling to ask Linc if he's absolutely, positively sure that it was Dr. Sara's head in the box. Linc's reply can basically be distilled to: "I was looking at a severed female head in a box, Michael! I didn't take it out to check!" He also passes along the information that those high-spirited inmates at Sona finally managed to burn the place down in their latest riot. Michael's expression says volumes, but most of the sentiments contain language not fit for print. Suffice it to say, he's kicking himself for not just sticking a handful of forks in the microwave and clicking "Time cook: 5:00." He's also kicking himself for getting Sucre anywhere near the Sona mess. 'S'okay, papi. You can make it up to him later.

We then shift to the Arizona desert, a scant five miles from the Mexican border, where Bellick and Sucre are getting out of a truck packed to the brim with some of Mexico's more enterprising workforce members. As Bellick gets out, he sasses the coyote, and Sucre has to smooth things over. Oh, Bradley. It's nice to see that Sona taught you absolutely nothing in terms of when to shut your mouth. We see that the coyote dropped the two Sona escapees off outside an abandoned gas station, and Sucre immediately begins fretting because there's someplace he needs to be in a hurry. Bellick assures him that Ma Bellick will be there to pick him up -- "she's never let me down. At least, she hasn't yet." We then hear a car horn honking and a woman shouting, "Bradley! Over here!" Bellick begins jumping up and down joyfully and shouting, "Mom! Mom! I told you -- don't worry, you'll make it there!" He bolts over to the station wagon and he and his mom have a really emotional reunion. Brad Bellick: corrupt CO, Panamanian fugitive and mama's boy.