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Whistler's looking antsy and conflicted as Lechero surreptitiously approaches Michael to discuss the escape plan he got in on at the exact wrong time. Lechero has no more sway with the Colonel after Michael's antics, so he can't do anything to stop the work they're doing to reinforce the bars on the windows. But he does have an idea. Sammy calls Lechero away from his secret meeting to say that they're having trouble enforcing their rule in there - 3 of the crew dead in a week, maybe they need some new blood? Lechero doesn't trust anyone right now, but Sammy doesn't think he and Lechero and T-Bag can run the place themselves, and has his eye on someone he wants to bring in. Incidentally, Sammy is totally rockin the "vest with no shirt" look that earned him the initial name of Skinny Black Fabio. Lechero says fine, bring him in, but no promises.

We're at the Company's Panama headquarters, with people milling about a large room with lots of maps and suits and laptops and other things supervillians always have at their disposal. Retchin's giving orders: small arms, cougars, strikers, something something. Presumably we're talking about weapons. One of her guys is all "we're doing this at five?" Yup, they sure are, whether she likes it or not, and she doesn't look like she does.

Sofia doesn't like her morning paper, which has a front page story about the failed escape from Sona. She gets a call from a guy claiming to be Whistler's landlord. She claims to be his wife and says there is no other apartment, it must be a mistake, but she's visibly shaken. He assures her Whistler is his tenant, and he got her number by looking at his phone bills. Could she come down there? He tells her the address, which is promptly overheard and noted by some wiretapping Company guy.

Whistler flips through his little bird book, and comes to a page with the word "MAHONE" scrawled on it, followed by "Special Ops? Company? Drugs? Family" Who in the what now? How old is this particular notation? Does this mean he knew about Mahone, or he was the one who recruited him, or did Susan write it when she had the book? Anyway, cool. He tears out the page and burns it just before Michael comes in to tell him they've got four more days. Whistler, of course, knows that no, actually, they've got till 5:00 before some serious shit goes down, and Michael's supposed to be dead by then. He's glancing at his watch and Michael smartassily wonders if it's a bad time, to which Whistler responds that it's been an intense 24 hours. Michael takes this opportunity to ask about his little visit with Retchin - now, Michael doesn't know she's who Linc's been in contact with, i.e., the girl who cut off Sara's head, but he does know she's not the girlfriend type. "She's Company," Whistler admits. She was reminding him he's got a stake in this too. He then gets all uppity with Michael about how he's not all that excited about a possible escape plan that may or may not work. Um, dude. A little gratitude maybe, and actually, it was your "leave the ladder on the windowsill" that really started all the crap, so shut up. He just wants out, he doesn't care how. He leaves Michael, then meets up with a really big scary guy who's got something for him. Whistler hands him some money. "You never met me." Well that's a sign of a totally legitimate exchange of goods.

Mahone's got jungle fever! Oh no wait, that's just regular fever, from the heroin withdrawal.

Mahone, in his hotel room, is FREAKING. OUT. I've typed that sentence many times, but it's extra super true at the moment. He's flashing back to dead people, and sweating and twitching and essentially he's the very opposite of a compelling witness in his own defense. His appearance startles Lang, and he doesn't even greet her, just starts rambling about Oscar Shales. That's the guy that started this whole thing - the nasty rapist-murderer he killed instead of arresting. He felt good at first but then the visions came, and the drugs helped the visions. Once he got to Sona he had to "improvise." William Fichtner is so awesome that he actually manages to pronounce those quotation marks. They're sitting rather close and I can't help but think that under less utterly batshit nuts circumstances they'd totally make out. He's essentially begging her for drugs, saying he can't testify like that, and yeah, he's got a point. I mean, they give methodone to homeless people, you can't get your hands on some for a Federal Agent?

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