And now, we have gotten to the plotline that is so stupid, it's getting the one-paragraph recap treatment. Here it is: because the police department in Greeley, Kansas, has confused the words "forensics" and "fossils" and outlawed the former because it's part of the devilspawn evolution heresy, Bellick is probably going to be convicted for Geary's murder. In a state where forensics hadn't been outlawed, a lawyer could undoubtedly point out, "But a simple check for time of death would show that Bellick was either at the bus station or the hospital when it happened!" Here, however, Bellick's lawyer advices him to cop a plea. So Brad does, and he asks to be sent to Fox River, ostensibly so he can be near his beloved mother, but really so he can work the inside angles with his former colleagues. However, on his first day in the pokey, the Anti-Pope tells Bellick that the Patelka regime doesn't believe in things like putting law enforcement officers into protective custody, as is typical operating procedure at every other U.S. prison outside of Contrivistan County, Illinois. Since Patelka sees nothing unsafe about releasing Bellick to the same general population he used to torment, the ex-C.O. is now locked up in the same area where Scofield used to be. And -- O, irony of ironies -- his new roommate is Avocado. Somewhere, Tweener's ghost is smiling.
Let us move on to marginally more plausible story developments. Mahone is taking a brief time-out in a deserted billet at the holding facility. He checks all the weapons he still happens to have on him, and spends a long moment staring down the barrel of his own pistol. After long reflection, however, he decides not to kill himself then and there, and heads out again. You know what would have added to that scene? Mahone gulping down a few of those Mahone's Little Helpers he used to carry around. If there were ever a time to take a mind-altering drug and escape the reality of everyday, this would be it, yes?
Meanwhile, Michael's phone is ringing. He can only give it the Blue Steel, as he hasn't yet figured out how to move objects with the power of his genius mind. Linc grouses, "Who could that be?" Michael continues giving the phone the Blue Steel as he replies, "Only one person."
We hear, "Michael, it's me. Listen, this phone rang last night and I, uh, went to answer it and I couldn't hear anything." Cut to Dr. Sara walking down the street, giant bag slung over her arm as she continues, "I wondered if it was you. Um. Oh, God, I really don't know what I should do right now. I wonder if I should leave a message or not, someone might listen to this. But I, ah, I need to know that you're okay. I need you to know that I'm not. I didn't leave you in Gila -- something happened to me, and I don't know what to do right now, I'm not too sure where to go, but I know that you're the only person I can trust, and I need you to, um, ahhh, I need you to be okay. And, ah, and I need you. Please." With that, Dr. Sara hangs up. We cut back to Michael, who is staring at the phone as if willing it to fly to his hand. (Oh, to be Mitchell Hundred, huh, Michael?)