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Gretchen marches Sofia and LJ through the museum, ignoring Sofia's meek curiosity: "How do you know James?" Michael, Linc and Whistler are waiting for them, and they do that whole "we want our guy first!" "Not till you give us our guy!" thing and Michael wins. LJ runs over to them, and he lets Whistler go to poor poor confused Sofia. He's all smelling her hair and thanking god she's safe and she's like, okay, but could you clear some stuff up for me right quick? "What about the coordinates?" she asks as Gretchen prepares to leave. "Is she serious?" Gretchen wonders snottily. Whistler's all, "d'oh!" He tells Sofia he'll explain to her later, the important thing is that she's safe, blah blah, and Gretchen finally can't handle it anymore. She's tired of jumping through hoops to keep his princess in a bubble; it's time to go! Sofia's getting pretty freaked out. He asks Gretchen just to give him a second with Sofia but she just blurts out "there are no coordinates!" Sofia is speechless. She walks over to Linc. Whistler begs her to listen but Gretchen tells him to shut up and get over it so they can leave. She realizes that Michael and Linc have just been standing there this whole time, and wonders what the hell they're still doing here. Michael, calmly, "if I were you, and I couldn't bring weapons inside, I'd have agents at every exit." He has a different plan for leaving the building. He jams his elbow into a display case and sets off the burglar alarm. Smartypants! "We're all walking out of here," he says. "Together." Dun! Dun dun!

Michael isn't worried about the police - they're not looking for an escaped con, they're looking for a thief. They all stroll through calmly along with the other evacuating museum visitors. Whistler is still going with the "whatever I told you, it was to protect you, I'll explain everything," etc., but Sofia's not listening. She's probably cursing herself for helping this douchebag when all this time she could have been climbing Linc like a coconut tree.

Sucre has finished digging his own shallow grave, and his crazy sadistic boss comes over to smirk at him. Is he ready to talk about Michael? No? Then down in the hole you go! He kisses Maricruz's crucifix, makes the sign of the cross, and lies there praying, ready to die protecting his friends. Badass, Sucre. Way to man up. They start shoveling dirt onto him.

Wow, does Michael ever owe you one, Papi.

Up in the penthouse, we are reminded that T-Bag has Whistler's special bird book in his pocket. He gets a call saying the money will be there shortly. "Now that we have the money, how do we get it to the guard?" chokes a very unwell Lechero. "We don't." T-Bag answers matter-of-factly. Bellick freaks out in the background but neither of them pays him any attention. Lechero notices his gun is gone. Well dammit. Should have gone with plan A: don't trust the squirrely little sycophant. It's just business, says T-Bag. Lechero of all people should understand. He knows he's pretty much dying anyway, so he kind of gives up, like, yeah, you got me! T-Bag tries to get a scared shitless Bellick to help him hold Lechero down, but Lechero's like, eh, it's just a matter of time anyway. He hands T-Bag a pillow and asks him, one thief to another, to make it quick. Isn't that sweet. "Adios, Norman," T-Bag says. He makes it as quick as suffocation by pillow can possibly be, which could only be even that quick on television, and it's good night sweet prince for Lechero. Rest in peace, brother, and know that no matter how tempting it was, I never made an "Un-Cola™" joke about you. Incidentally, Bellick is absolutely shitting bees at this point, hovering in the corner, shaking and scared out of his damn mind.

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