Christina deftly manipulates Michael into calling Linc, but Linc is a little busy chasing down Slick and isn't available to answer anyone's calls. Don Self chides, "Keep up with him. Come on," and Lincoln petulantly responds, "I am, so shut up!" I love how Lincoln in a car is either the supremely irritated dad who is constantly threatening, "Don't make me pull over," or he's the teenager who wishes his parents were, like, invisible so nobody could see the uncool loins from which he sprang.
Anyway, Michael finally tires of Christina's prattle -- thank goodness -- and drags her to the bathroom, where he begins running the tub. So he's going to relax the information out of his mom? "Speak now or it's another capful of Jean Nate in the suds!" "Nooooooo!" Oh, wait -- NOW I get it. He's going to waterboard his mom. Well, ain't nobody gonna prosecute him for that. Dr. Sara is a little touchy about this, what with having been on the receiving end of that sort of business courtesy of Kellerman, but not touchy enough to stop him. Sensing that the steam might do some damage to the inch of kohl she's got rimming her eyes, Christina makes a big show of buckling and says, "There's an energy conference at the Panda Bay hotel in about an hour. He'll be there. That's the truth." Michael turns off the water. He does not ask Christina how she can be so certain. For someone with a big brain, he is not super-good at using it quickly.