Back inside the prison, the guards are busy summoning everyone to the mess hall. Gretchen wanders over to Dr. Sara and asks, "Got any ideas?" Dr. Sara's first idea to have Gretchen hang out with her until she can think of something else. Gretchen tells her sotto voce to think of something fast, because they've got company. Daddy's out of the SHU.
We transition to the cafeteria, and as Gretchen grabs her tray, she tells Dr. Sara, "I hope you're ready for a fight, princess. This one's to the death." As they sit, Dr. Sara asks Gretchen if she can overpower the short-haired guard. Sure, Gretchen can. But she advises Dr. Sara to watch out for Daddy and her family. Daddy is displaying shocking table manners, on account of sitting on top of the table. The badass effect is slightly mitigated by the fact that she's attempting to look menacing while holding a Sprite. One doesn't respect a decaffeinated prison queenpin quite so much.
Over in the men's prison, General Von Baldy's on the payphone asking Daniels, "I got the message about the birthday present. Was the gift earned?" Daniels is sporting a slash along one cheek and a cold compress along his neck, thereby implying an off-camera LINCOLN SMASH. I feel so cheated. And in addition to being robbed by two menacing bald guys, Daniels now has to explain to a third that he's spouting nonsense. "The birthday present? Two guys showed up at my house, they took the money and they beat the crap out of me," Daniels snaps. General Von Baldy slams down the phone in anger. T-Bag comes over, looking excessively pleased with himself, and oozes, "Howdy, General. I just thought I'd let you know I came into some green. My personal preference is two Zagnut bars and a copy of The Times. So I'll see you in the A.M.?" General Von Baldy promptly casts aspersions upon T-Bag's parenthood, then invites him to take the Virgil-guided tour of the netherworld. T-Bag says, "Careful I don't get there first, lest I become king of that prison too." That's our T-Bag, with his "'Tis better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven" philosophy.
Then we zip over to an airstrip, where the pilot is busy telling Michael and Mahone, "From takeoff to prison is going to come up real fast, so whatever you gottta do, do it now." But first, Michael has to have a little talk with the suddenly-appeared Lincoln. We find out Sucre's off to handle the money ("That means T-Bag's set," Michael says happily) and then Linc asks, "You sure [that plane's] going to hold you up?" "It'll be fine," Michael replies breezily. Linc asks how Michael is, and Michael dryly points out, "It's not my first time inside a prison. Hopefully, it'll be my last." "Think about all the amazing stories you're going to be able to tell your kid," Linc says. Michael turns and looks at him sadly, and Linc adds, "You're going to be the type of father ours never was." Someone who's not married to a complete nutter and on the payroll of a massive worldwide conspiracy? Way to set the bar low, Linc. No, no, no -- wait for it ... "Someone to look up to," Linc concludes. Michael doesn't reply with words -- he merely pounds his heart and spins off, unable to speak. This should be a big clue that Scofield's got something up his (untattooed) sleeves. Then again, we are talking about Lincoln.