Back in the server room, it's probably occurred to Michael that maybe, just maybe, he would have lived longer if Roland had not had a hyperventilating panic attack. Fortunately, the two of them only have to contemplate their imminent mortality for a moment or two before Linc appears with his ax and the window learns the meaning of LINCOLN SMASH.

We cut to Bellick and Sucre hanging out in the parking lot at Evil Oligarchs Incorporated, and Bellick attempts to make small talk: "You think we're spinning our wheels?" Sucre points out that they have to track Tuxhorne somehow. Bellick says that he's not talking about Tuxhorne: "'I'm talking about finding the cards. I'm talking about finding six cards. And I'm talking about whether we actually have a snowball's chance in Haiti of doing this deed!" Ah, so Bellick's going to be the snivelly naysayer this season? Good to know. He continues, "We're a couple of hours from Mexico, and I wouldn't mind having someone with me who could speak the native tongue." Wait -- didn't Bellick mess with Sucre's head vis a vis the whole "I kidnapped your girlfriend and threw her down a well, so get me money and lots of it!" plot of season two? Does he assume this is all water under the bridge now? Sucre looks like he hasn't forgotten at all.

Then there's a tiny scene wherein we establish that Don Self feels so strongly about taking down the One World Conspiracy that he's willing to go over his boss's head and plead his case to Senator Dallow himself.

Back at Team Scylla HQ, everyone's poring over the retrieved e-mails. One appears to be spam for a virility-enhancing product (Roland is like, "I cannot believe I risked my life for pecker pills"), and the second invite's an chance to join the Stargazer's Club, complete with a labeled map of the heavens. Mahone says, "There's a website that lets you enter the coordinates of star patterns, and depending on the date, it'll pick a corresponding location on Earth." Michael asks, "And you know this because?" Mahone almost sounds normal as he says, "Because my son [pause] and my ex and I used to go on this site. He would look up at the sky, and know where I was." Dr. Sara points out that the star map in the e-mail corresponds to someplace in Antarctica, so, um, not so much with that theory. Mahone's too lost in recriminations and grief to really care.