And somewhere in a Chicago alley, Kellerman is buying what appears to be a small cannon from someone who appears to be taking a rather informal approach to arms dealing. The guy enthuses, "Good from a thousand yards out." Kellerman would like to know, "She a clean shot?" The arms dealer replies, "Like a good woman -- she does not stray." You know, I liked this scene a whole lot better when it was Bruce Willis buying arms from Jack Black, quite possibly because the scene ended with Jack Black's death. I do not foresee any such gratification here. Anyway, the dealer throws in a box of hollow-point bullets and casually mentions, "Serial number's been cleaned, barrel's been scraped to throw off ballistics -- just in case you're not, you know, shooting at tin cans." You wouldn't really be shooting at tin cans so much as you'd be atomizing them. Kellerman says, "No, I'm hunting bigger game than that." Then to the surprise of nobody, Kellerman whips out a gun with a silencer on it and plugs the dealer. Welcome back, you magnificent bastard!

Credits and commercials. I see that Teri Polo has re-emerged. Six more weeks of winter it is, then.

When we come back, we're looking at Europeangoldfinch.net, and this window:

C-Finch69: Fish, Need help. My daughter is sick. C-Note.
Fish: C: Bag has the money. Sorry to hear about your daughter. Good luck.
C-Finch69: Fish: My daughter's sick. I need help. Any word on the money? --C.

As you can see, the dialogue's in reverse-chronological order. Anyway, Mahone is none too pleased that Michael's not responding more often, and C-Note stalls with, "I don't know how often he checks this thing." Mahone puts the pressure on with "I'm starting to wonder why I need you at all... I can type and Scofield can't see who's sending him the messages." C-Note replies, "You and I both know how smart this kid is, right?" Mahone replies, "Clearly smarter than you, considering you're the one wearing bright orange." That doesn't seem to be a very fair assessment. It's not like Michael had to handle a kid with kidney disease. C-Note responds, "Fish is not going to peek his little white ass out from any rock that he's hiding unless he sees --" "A familiar face," Mahone finishes for him, adding, "And that's your face, right?" "You're damn straight it is," C-Note replies. Then the two of them bicker over each other for a moment. As it winds down, Mahone reminds him, "I'm the only one in the world right now helping your family." The handcuffed C-Note pounds his wrists on the table for emphasis as he snaps back, "I help my family, okay?" Mahone presses on: "I'm the one who got Kacee released, I'm the one who gets Dede medical care, I'm the one that allows you to visit them, and I'm the one that can take it away." C-Note says coolly, "It looks like we need each other, don't we?" "Do we?" Mahone replies, equally cool. C-Note says belligerently, "I'm going to hold up my end of the bargain. And guess what? You hold up yours. Get off my back." I love that he's sassing Mahone. It doesn't give me much hope for C-Note's long-term prospects, but it's amusing in the now. Mahone finally softens a little bit and says, "You can get what you want, just give me what I want: Scofield."