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Michael, with his serious face on, asks Sara to promise him something - get him Carrot Top's autograph! Haha see cause we all thought it was going to be something dire and whatnot. I appreciate the attempt at levity, Prison Break, but you've spent three seasons taking yourself very, very seriously, so this kind of thing is going to take some getting used to. Baby steps! But it got Sara to smile, so that was nice. She doesn't do that very often and it's very pretty.

"You silly billy! You know just what to say to make a gal forget that just a couple of days ago her last remaining friend was murdered for helping her and now his killer is after her too! You're almost as funny as Carrot Top!"

Michael and Mahone are waiting to hear back from Bellick, who's meeting with Booberella and should have her intel any minute now. He calls saying she wants more money, and that they should probably come talk to her in person. Come on, nobody's spidey sense is tingling between you two geniuses? Mahone's kicks in a little too late, as they walk right into T-Bag's trap. He is just tickled freaking pink to be holding a gun to Michael's head, and Michael all but rolls his eyes, like, oh for fucksakes, this guy again? Booberella dutifully zip-ties everybody's hands and loads them into the van, but Mahone gets away, much to T-Bag's chagrin. Back at Cole Pfeiffer's apartment, Bellick and Booberella are handcuffed on the lovely blonde maple floor, but Michael is special, so he gets tied to a chair. See, T-Bag would totally love to do terrible, terrible things to Michael for his own enjoyment, but it turns out he needs him. He whips out the famed bird book and demands that Michael figure it out this instant. Michael's all "Why, I haven't the faintest!" but T-Bag knows they hunted him down for this book so he best get to decipherin'. If he wants his brain to remain inside his skull, he'll write down everything he already knows about Scylla, and everything he learns from the book. As T-Bag sashays away, Michael remembers his ankle monitor. Oh, right. I feel better.

Self isn't checking his GPS just at the moment, however. He's in a storeroom, digging through musty old files. He finds what he's looking for: It's a file labeled "The Comrie Group." Is that supposed to mean something to me? Meanwhile, Wyatt is loading his Kellerman™ Brand Body Disposal Kit into his trunk. Really, Wyatt? Lye? How the hell is lye going to figure into your "make it look like an accident" plan? (Headline: HOMELAND SECURITY AGENT KILLED IN FREAK SOAPMAKING ACCIDENT.) Anyway, Self grabs his file and heads to a clandestine parking garage meeting with Mahone, who fills him in on the whole "Michael and Bellick are being held hostage by a one-handed batshit nuts serial killer nursing a serious grudge" development. Self offers to go with Mahone on his rescue mission, but Mahone just says to "stick to the plan."

And hey, Vegas! Incidentally, everything I know about Las Vegas I learned from Showgirls, the most bafflingly, stunningly ridiculous film ever made. I suggest you watch it immediately. So here we all are in um. Some casino not featured in Showgirls. Sara's a little worried that they haven't heard from Michael yet, but Linc is all business, ready to get the card and get out. Roland is positively giddy about his awesome field trip, but the security staff watching the monitors recognize him right away as a troublemaker.

"Nooo! Not my brain! My boobs can't survive without it!"

Michael is piecing together the individual bird book pages, revealing what looks like a map. He sets aside one page that just says "GATE" on it, which I totally remember from last season, so hey, cool trick with the bird book continuity, writers! He asks T-Bag what Gate is, but T-Bag thinks Michael's just stalling till he can "think up some McGyver way to get your ass out of here." Heh. He needs Michael alive, so as incentive he threatens poor innocent Booberella, all "how far gone is Michael Scofield?" It works, and Michael relents. He tells T-Bag it's not a map, it's a blueprint. We see that Gretchen is secretly observing the proceedings from another room, and dammit, she notices Bellick's ankle monitor. T-Bag's phone rings, a signal from Gretchen, and he ducks into the bedroom, where she tells him that Bellick's wearing a government-issued monitor and Michael's probably got one too. Feds will be streaming in there any second now. And hey, speaking of, there's Mahone, standing right outside the apartment building with his GPS tracker thingy, staring at the little blobs marked "Bellick" and "Scofield."

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