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The riot/ticker tape parade at Sona continues, and Bellick is pissing his Tiger Pants about it. Lechero looks pretty bad off. T-Bag pours what looks like hydrogen peroxide into his gaping bullet wound, which, ow, but hey, it's the thought that counts, Teodoro. He's still sucking up to Lechero, who still isn't entirely sure whether he's full of shit or not. T-Bag tells him that hey, you know what, I think I remember one of the guards offering to take a bribe! You have access to money, right? We can all get out of here! Lechero, to his credit, is skeptical. He's not giving T-Bag access to any of his money. T-Bag huffs that in that case he'll just die right there in that penthouse. Good plan, T-Bag. Let's see how that works out.

Michael calls Gretchen: "The lobby of the Museum of Antiquities," he says. An afternoon in a museum with you sounds just delightful, Michael! Gretchen is just annoyed, though. She gives Michael a lecture on supervillain strategy, and how he's overthinking things and it's going to end badly and blah blah. Michael tells her she has five minutes and hangs up. He grabs a handful of something from the gift shop and pockets it. Gretchen and her crew climb the steps to the museum with LJ and Sofia in tow. And ha, Gretchen huffs and rolls her eyes, because the museum has metal detectors at the entrance. So firstly, ha, clever, and secondly, what happened at the Museum of Antiquities that would lead to weapons searches of every single person that walks in? Rough neighborhood! "You know what to do," Gretchen growls at one of her minions. She hands him her gun and dismisses them, and LJ is just standing there looking at her with genuine amusement. He's got this dorky school-picture kind of smile on and frankly it's adorable. Anyway, he thinks it's funny that Gretchen thinks she can outsmart Michael. She just marches them both in ahead of her, LJ still grinning.

"Hooray! I get to wear an expression of something other than wide-eyed terror!"

Michael calls as soon as she gets there, and wow, this entire series has had a disproportionate amount of action happen over phones. He says to meet them in southwest corner and she agrees but that's it, she's tired of his tour, she wants Whistler pronto or LJ gets his neck snapped. See, that's much more efficient than painstakingly disarticulating his head from his body with a kitchen knife. She's learning! She checks on her guys to see if they're in position - they are, at multiple exit doors, guns drawn.

At Sona, T-Bag is being all passive-aggressive, acting like an angry housewife. He melodramatically brings Lechero his last bottle of rum, so he can just sit in that chair and die if that's what he wants! Fine! He starts to storm out in a huff but Lechero stops him at the door and asks how much they'd have to pay off the guards to get out of there. Fifty thousand, says T-Bag. He's still unsure. Even if he did have the money on the outside somewhere, who could he trust to bring it to Sona? T-Bag has someone in mind.

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