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Meanwhile, the rest of the gang is all dolled up, roaming the floor of the casino looking for their guy. And I don't fully understand this exchange between Linc and Sara, but I had a sudden revelation as it unfolded: Linc? Is kind of a dick. Anyway, Sara for some reason feels that his assertion that "Vegas isn't his town" is out of character, and she won't let him gruffly mumble his way out of telling her what's on his mind. "Michael ever tell you about Mom?" he asks. "No," she says, like it just occurred to her that Michael didn't just spring fully formed from the Beautiful Genius Factory. Well, long story short, Mom's where Michael got his big smart brain from, and hers had tumor in it that killed her when she was 31. Her first symptom was nosebleeds, and Michael, who just turned 31, started having them a couple of days ago. Happy birthday, Michael! Sara is understandably troubled. Sucre calls to say he's spotted their guy, and Linc abruptly leaves her there to absorb the huge cancer-shaped bombshell he just dropped on her. What a dick. I mean, okay, he's had a rough few months, but so has everybody else. Jerk. Oh, who am I kidding, I can't stay mad at you, you big sexy oaf!

"Uh, I have a couple of followup questions about the whole brain tumor thing, if you have a sec? No? Okay, I'll just stand here then."

Mahone is sneaking around the apartment, but when he gets there he finds the ankle monitors lying around, without Michael and Bellick attached to them. He also finds a totally awesome s1 throwback origami swan - it's the page of the bird book with "GATE" on it, so I guess Mahone is supposed to be smart enough to figure that out?

They've relocated to Booberella's apartment. Michael has the whole book pieced together, and it is in fact a blueprint of the Gate building. T-Bag is positively salivating over it, and Michael says he's done all he can with the book, now he needs to see the building. He's all "you can smell that Scylla money too, just like me!" and Michael says yeah, whatever, I'm in it for the money, we're exactly alike, blah blah can we just go there now?

Wyatt pulls up at Self's house. "Brunnnggg!" says the soundtrack. The house has recently been abandoned in a hurry, and he calls Baldy to let him know Self has cleared out. "Well, call our people inside the Bureau and LAPD!" he says, omitting the implied "duh!" at the end. Baldy's assistant interrupts this conversation to let him know that Don Self is here to see him. Cool.

So Sucre has spotted Cardholder #5, and it's Linc's job to sit next to him at a poker table for two minutes or so. But there is an unforeseen issue with the Data Sucker Upper; you see, there is so much Data within Suck Upping range that the memory fills up right away. They'll have to get to him when he's not around so much Suckuppable Data, is the point, which won't be easy with all the slot machines and whatnot.

Gretchen pulls up from running an errand. "Did you take care of our troll problem?" T-Bag asks her. She opens the trunk to reveal a tied up, gagged, and beaten Andy, the smarmy guy from Gate.

Back in their hotel room, Roland is explaining what happened with the card, and Sara realizes that the Data it's Sucking Up includes the slot machines, and when they're about to pay out. That's pretty much what he invented the thing for in the first place, right? He's all "heavens, no, it's totally unforeseen!" Before Linc can bully him around too much, Sucre calls from the pool: he's spotted their guy, but he's wearing a really gross tiny swimsuit so there's no way he has the card on him. Now they have to find a way to get into his room.

"ROLAND SAY TOO MANY WORDS! LINC SMASH ROLAND NOW!"

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