Meanwhile, Linc uncharacteristically looks at the holding cell as half-full rather than half-empty: "At least we're together." Michael sighs, "Yes, there is that." Then he realizes that Linc is in a talking mood. With little prodding, Linc says that he's thinking about Aldo, and "what he tried to do. Tough to go down swinging when you're locked in a box." Ah, there's the Captain Bringdown we all know and love! Michael says that it's not over yet. Eying his confiscated mobile phone, he says confidently, "We're entitled to a phone call. If I can call Sara and she has the information Dad says she has, we can get you exonerated before this whole thing goes down." He then heads over to tell the guards, "Hey! We're entitled to a phone call." The guard replies, "You're entitled to precisely squat until you're officially in custody." I like this guy; he's quick on his feet. Michael turns back to Linc, but Captain Bringdown has noticed the way Mahone's looking at them, so he mumbles, "A lot of ground to cover between here and Illinois. I mean, what are the chances we even make it to Fox River alive?" Michael glares at Linc all, the last thing I need to be doing is worrying about MORALE here.
Mahone, meanwhile, is on the receiving end of a call from Agent Kim. The agent says brightly, "I saw you on the news, Alex! The brothers too!" There's a pause and Kim continues, "They were a little more, um, breathing than I had hoped." Mahone points out that once Border Patrol showed up, they cramped his style. Kim is unsympathetic. After taking a piece of paper from a man who's a dead ringer for Colonel Kurtz, he says, "Burrows and Scofield? Can you see them from where you are?" Sure Mahone can. "Then put a bullet in their heads," Kim replies coolly. Mahone protests that perhaps the armed guards might not care for that, but Kim really doesn't care: "If they get back to Fox River, it is over for all of us. There's not much more this country loves than a bad man with a good story. How much longer do you think it'll be before someone puts a microphone in front of them?" Mahone says desperately, "With the security here, what you're asking me to do is tantamount to suicide." Kim is okay with that: "I wasn't asking anything. That would imply you had a say in the matter." Twisting the knife further, our man who's not in the field says, "Pull this off and you're halfway home. You remember what home is like, don't you, Alex? 90 West End Avenue? White fence, red door?" Mahone panics, "Stay away from my family!" The smirking Kim clicks his phone shut.