Dr. Sara notices that Michael's got a bit of a headache or something, and she talks him down: "You're going to figure this out. We're getting good at pulling off the impossible. Hell, I came back from the dead, right?" Oh, HA ha. Never mind that head-in-a-box was a dumb idea. Anyway, Michael notices all the concert posters on top of one another, and quickly realizes the e-mails are supposed to be layered. Punch out the holes in the star map invite and lay the paper over the pecker-pill spam and you get the message: "Power plant, new beach." So, it's off to the Newport Beach power plant! Linc says, "We ain't got that long until four o'clock. How the hell are we going to get out of here?" Michael asks, "How fast can you run?" And they're off again.

We cut to Don Self and company chasing them, and one agent cruelly asks Don Self if he's got a signal. Don nearly loses a lung as he gasps that he does. If he's going to stick around on this show, Don Self needs to consider a rigorous cardiac regimen, as he can count on doing more sprinting. Right now, it looks like the only thing that's been on his training table is a plateful of little chocolate doughnuts.

Lincoln cab-jacks a, uhm, cab and drives everyone to the power plant. I hope he didn't switch on the meter.

We cut to Stuart Tuxhorne meeting up with General Von Baldy. Stuart would rather be in a boardroom: "A little cloak-and-dagger, don't you think?" "Belts and suspenders, Stuart, belts and suspenders," Von Baldy says. Then they have a discussion in which it's alluded to that Laos will be the Phase I testing site for some ridiculous scheme, Phase II will involve staging something in Denmark or Chad, and the final phase ... "anything we want."

Not if Team Scylla gets there first! There is something delightful about a group of people pulling up to a hot pursuit site in a cab. It gives me hope that we'll have a later scene that takes place on the parking lot shuttles at Disneyland, or perhaps the rent-a-bikes at Venice Beach. Anyway, the plan to intercept the meeting runs awry when a fleet of feds pulls up. Everyone scatters. Linc meets car and for once, it's LINCOLN SMASHED. Mahone is quickly apprehended. Michael and Dr. Sara run off together (aww!), but she realizes she's not really a wanted fugitive, so she stalls everyone. Thus Michael can sprint off to do some mystery errand.