2.13 Deal Or No Deal. So everybody's still kind of reeling from the whole Self thing, and by "whole Self thing" I mean "the thing where he totally played them and made them do his dirty work and then left them holding an envelope full of blank paper, and by the way, Michael's brain is about to explode." Sucre's response is denial: "They're just late!" Linc's response is - wait for it - smashing things. LINC HATE OFFICE SUPPLIES! Meanwhile, Self drags poor dead Booberella off to hide her away in the scrapyard, and you know, this isn't some conflicted desperate kind of evil, this is serious hardcore evil. The transformation is rather impressive, and hooray for Michael Rapaport being able to do his patented "obnoxious bastard" thing. Anyway, so he calls his boss Herb Stanton back at the office and puts on a little show. "It was...Scofield and Burrows! **gasp** I'm shot! **groan** Burrows, no!" then he fires a couple of shots in the air and hangs up. Wow. That is a dick move of the highest caliber, Don Self. You should be proud. T-Bag is still handcuffed to the back of Booberella's car, listening to all this and freaking out. Ha. I like T-Bag best when he's comic relief, which is a weird thing to say about a one-handed pervert murderer. Self tells him he can either help him find Gretchen, or he can shoot him in the face. "H-hh-help!" T-Bag responds.

At the saddest conference table in the world, Sucre wonders if Self really was Homeland Security after all, but Mahone says they were given guns and flown out on a C-130, so he probably was. Mahone and I are both remembering how Self was so insistent on doing everything off the books, and all the other little things that are adding up to a totally plausible plot twist that works beautifully in retrospect, to the point that I feel stupid for not seeing it coming a mile away. That is the difference between a stupid plot twist and an awesome one. Are you paying attention, Heroes? One thing is certain: Homeland Security knows where they are, so they should probably have this conversation elsewhere.

The conference room of Muahahaha & Associates, Inc. is bustling. Baldy keeps trying to take control, but one of the Cardholders whose name I can't remember is all smirky, interrupting him and telling him to cut to the chase: do they know where Scylla is? "It's a yes or no question, Jonathan. We don't need a soliloquy." Smirky McSmuggypants obviously didn't take any theater classes in college or he'd know that what he interrupted was in fact a monologue. Sheesh, someone should shoot this guy. Baldy tells him to shut up and go away, but old Snarky Sneerington says no, he's here to make sure this operation isn't botched like the last one. He's very pleased with himself, right up until the moment Baldy just stands up calmly and shoots him in the gut right in front of everybody. (The gut seems to be the gunshot wound location of choice on this show.) Well. You've certainly made your point, General! It's sort of a messy point, though, so I hope somebody has a ShamWow™ or something. Lisa looks like she's about to throw up. So make that two ShamWow™s.

"Nobody misuses dramaturgical vocabulary in my boardroom!

In the Warehouse bathroom, Michael shoves a ceiling tile out of the way and hides a tiny little nub of some kind. You see, while he was fidgeting around with Scylla at the General's desk, waiting for Sara to call, Michael, because he is awesome, dislodged a little connecty thing of some kind and slipped it in his pocket. Leverage! Linc walks in as he's having another one of his seizures, and yeah, that's gonna be a problem soon. Linc says he promised LJ yesterday that this would be over soon, and he's going to keep his word. LJ shoutout! Gotta throw one of those in every 6-8 episodes to appease the Continuity Gods.

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