4.07 Five the Hard Way. In Cole Pfeiffer's apartment, Gretchen has T-Bag tied to a chair, grilling him about Whistler's bird book, which she has found in his possession. T-Bag explains that it was a gift from a dear friend. "The only thing James Whistler ever gave anyone was the clap," Gretchen says, like she knows what she's talking about. Hear that, Sofia? And, by extension, Linc? May want to get that checked out. She gives him like five seconds to tell her something she doesn't already know, and T-Bag jibber jabbers about Cole Pfeiffer and eventually blurts out "Scylla!" He doesn't know what it is but he knows he's got the key to it. He wonders what Gretchen is bringing to the table in this partnership, and she's like, oh, I'm sorry, did you not understand why I've been holding this knife? She slices his arm up just for emphasis and threatens to spill his hillbilly guts all over the floor, cause he's messin with the wrong bitch. Cartoon hearts shoot out of T-Bag's eyeballs. No, not really, but he does look a bit more enamored than frightened. She's a feisty one!

"I will eviscerate you!" / "I am lost in your eyes!"

Back at Warehouse of Justice, the Superfriends are totally bummed because before they could make their move on Card Guy #5, he took off for Vegas. Self is all "No field trip!" but Mahone is like, well, we could spend weeks trying to sneak into his heavily guarded mansion, or we could spend two minutes next to him at a casino. Self reluctantly agrees to sign their permission slips, but if they aren't back by midnight they are SO grounded.

Self calls Mahone outside for a little chat about their mutual friend Wyatt. Self is shitting bees, sure that he's at the top of Wyatt's hit list. Mahone is all, oh yeah, totally, you're a dead man. Self is genuinely seeking his advice, though, agent to agent, and Mahone knows that a dead Self means they all go back to jail. He says he's tracked down killers, rapists, you name it, but a smartypants engineer got to him, because he stopped running. Michael took control of the game, and that's what Self has to do with the Company.

Speaking of which, Baldy is reminding Wyatt that killing a federal agent is a total pain in the ass, and if Michael is working with the government they've got bigger problems than one schmuck from Homeland Security. Wyatt argues that Don Self is the head of the snake in this scenario, and Baldy says fine, knock yourself out. "Make it look like an accident," he says, like television bad guys always say to television hitmen. Wyatt says his fee just doubled, and Baldy sort of smiles, like "Oh, you rascal you! I can't say no to that face!"

Bellick gets a call from Booberella, who seems to have reconsidered tattling on T-Bag, provided she can make a couple grand for doing so. They arrange to meet at noon. Roland says that the next card is more important, so they should do Vegas first, then worry about T-Bag. Which is a perfectly reasonable suggestion, but Sucre tells him to shut up anyway, probably mostly out of habit. Mahone offers to stay and take care of the T-Bag situation, and Michael agrees they should split up - Linc, Sara, Sucre and Roland go to Vegas and the rest of them handle T-Bag.

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