3.10 Dirt Nap. Sammy is whining to Lechero, who looks like he'd really just like to take a bubble bath or something for chrissakes. Someone really, really has to do something about Scofield, says Sammy, and he'll do it himself if he has to. Lechero of course cannot kill Michael, on account of it would interfere with their imminent escape, but he's run out of excuses and Sammy demands action. Incidentally, these last two episodes have totally failed to start with an awesome Spanish language version of some 70s rock song, and I'm pretty disappointed. "Mail!" someone says, and tosses an envelope at Mahone. Inside is a tiny wallet-sized school picture of his totally cute kid. Awww. Seriously, it's very sweet. Whistler approaches and asks about the photo, and Mahone proudly says it's his son. Noticing he's interrupted a tender moment, Whistler hurriedly tells him the coast is clear for their meeting of the escape club.

Poor T-Mac. He's all excited to see that Michael did not die in the Saran Wrap™ Cage Of Death, but Michael sort of bitchily blows him off when he asks about the helicopters and possible escape plans. "I don't know what you're talking about and neither do you," he says, and T-Mac looks kinda crushed.

Whistler steals Michael away to let him know that "Bagwell's coming with us." He had something they needed; Whistler didn't have a choice. Déjà vu! Michael hesitates just a bit before saying "fine." Mahone pops up behind them all "so what's the new plan?" This little breakout, much like that first one, is getting kind of crowded. They all file down the secret hallway into the secret tunnel, and T-Bag makes sure Michael knows he's in. Michael doesn't give a shit. He tells T-Bag to stay behind, since they need someone to watch the door, and also, their work requires two hands. Ooh, burn, Stumpy. Inside the tunnel, Michael evaluates the situation. "Two days," he pronounces. They have enough scrap lumber to build the brace they need to keep the whole yard from falling on their heads, but they'll need saws and a hammer. Lechero's on it - he heads upstairs and sends T-Bag to buy what they need, presumably from the Sona Home Depot. Or just some incredibly well-stocked inmate. Teodoro's gone for just a few seconds when Sammy and his cronies sneak up behind Lechero. Sammy has his shiny gun pointed at Lechero's shiny head. "You lost already, Teodoro?" Lechero asks, thinking it's just T-Bag. "No," says Sammy menacingly, "but you are." Dun!

Sammy declares that this is his room now. If Lechero hadn't been such a pussy about offing Michael, all would have been forgiven. Lechero's all, yeah, you think you can run Sona? Sammy can't even run shipments from one dock to the other but Lechero kept him around anyway. He decides he'll let Lechero walk out, out of respect for what he used to be. The more vocal crony, whose name I should probably know by now, shoves him a little on his way out for good measure. Sammy looks a little shaken up but quickly regains his composure. Michael et al hear them coming down the stairs and up to the door, but they're just grabbing a case of rum. Well that's harmless! No, actually, it's not: Sammy heads out for the balcony and proclaims that a) he's running things now, and b) this case of rum can be yours for the low low price of Michael Scofield's dead body. Wow, his head was worth a hundred grand last season! Recession indeed.

"This is what happens when you make fun of my vest, Blanco."

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