Now we get a trippy little sequence in which we get all sorts of close-in camera angles of Linc's nose while he prays: "I came in here a man. Give me the strength to walk out of here a man." While you're making requests, consider asking for some facial lotion too; those crow's-feet could have been prevented.
A bunch of guards come on by to shave Linc's head. He stands and asks to see Michael, and the screw says, "When we move you to final visitation." A CO goes to put Linc in chains, and the one actor getting paid to talk stops him, and then says, "It's your last day, Linc. I'd prefer to keep you out of cuffs as much as possible. I need some assurances." Linc replies, "You've always been straight with me, Stoltz. You have my word." Linc sits down, and Stoltz unzips his shaving case.
Meanwhile, Veronica's making friends in the courtroom by arguing, "Mr. Burrows's case has been tainted by conspiracy, contaminated by destruction of evidence, distortion of the truth, and witness intimidation." The other lawyer stands up and says that there's no proof, and Veronica snaps, "What have I been arguing for the past twenty minutes?" "You got me," the other guy shoots back. Heh! He took the words right out of my mouth. Nick then jumps in, but over the next few minutes, all the claims he and Veronica make -- records destroyed, apartment blown up, Kellerman's intimidation -- are easily refuted by the other lawyer. The interesting part: an affadavit from the Secret Service states that at no time has anyone named Paul Kellerman or Daniel Hale been employed there. The lawyer keeps going: "There were no other witnesses to this shooting, no bullets were found, no blood, no shell casings; the only witness to the alleged murder is Veronica Donovan -- Lincoln Burrows's ex-girlfriend." Nick's giving Veronica a look like, "Is there nothing you CAN'T screw up?" The judge finally snaps, "Do either of you have any evidence at all? Even just tangible? Your claims, if true, are terrifying, but anything or anyone that could verify your story is gone, missing, or dead." Nick fails to point out that the good judge has basically defined the very nature of a conspiracy with that summation.
Back in the prison, an electrician (who has the best Chicagoland accent I've heard on this show) plucks the rat from its shocking setting and says, "These little bastards are the bane of my existence, I swear to God." I want that as a sound file, so I can then use it as a ringtone for my phone. Better -- so I can sell it as a ringtone. Bellick asks if the electrician can change the fuse; that's a go. Bellick wants it done right now. The electrician replies, "Right after I notify the state and fill out the paperwork." Bellick protests, "Now hold up...you're going to give more time to a guy who killed the Vice-President's brother. This guy's a terrorist." Yes -- I can see how (presumably) killing one person in a car is a bigger threat to our national interest than, say, eavesdropping on them without their approval or selling off the nation's infrastructure to the highest foreign bidder without rigorous review, so you go right ahead and fling around that "terrorist" label, Bellick. The electrician's not cool with this, pointing out that they could all face charges. Bellick basically intimidates him into changing the fuse without going through the proper channels first.