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Stanton meets with Senator Dallow to discuss Operation: Clusterfuck. They agree with Mahone that their secrecy is working against them. Stanton points out that very few people even know this little plan existed. There's a knock on the door - it's a guy from the US Marshall Service who says he needs to sort out this Scofield-Burrows "Imaginary Supermax prison" situation. Stanton and Dallow look at each other and decide hey, why the hell not. "How strong is your stomach?" asks Stanton, who is getting scarier. Meanwhile, Baldy adds Stanton's headshot to the Company's "People We Really Should Have Killed By Now" collage.

The Scooby Gang is scattered around the park where they're supposed to meet Gretchen, and boy are they ever paranoid. Everybody's got a walkie talkie even, and they're all super suspicious and totally prepared for anything! Even, for example, a Homeland Security ambush!

Oh, Emily. You are going to need SO much therapy.

Gretchen is not at the park yet because she's at her sister Rita's house, which is also her daughter's house, which is also the house where T-Bag and Self are waiting for her with big scary guns. Self is pissed off because it's Gretchen's fault he doesn't have a buyer. Well technically it's Booberella's fault since she's the one who shot Feng, but Gretchen's the one who set them up, so she's gonna help him sell Syclla. He grabs her phone and sees she's been talking to Linc. She says yes, the boys are rather angry, and no, she doesn't know where they are, she's not their mother. Oh, but someone whose mother she is is sitting over at a table scared shitless, and in waaay too close proximity to T-Bag for my taste. Gretchen says she's supposed to be meeting them soon and gives T-Bag the location so he can totally tattle on them to Homeland Security. Michael is on a park bench, remembering all the the suspicious bullshit Self pulled that's completely obvious once it's edited together in blue flashback form. He calls Stanton: If they get him Self, and Scylla, will they hold up their end of the deal? Before he can get a real answer, he notices that the siren he hears over Stanton's phone is driving right by him. It's a trap! Everybody runs but the Feds manage to collar, of all people, Linc. Noooo, Linc, don't go back to prison! I'm sorry I made fun of your Hulkish rage! But it's okay for now - he's not in prison, he's back at the familiar Warehouse of Justice, at the Conference Table of Truth, being grilled by Stanton and a couple of his minions. And this is where I love Linc's constant, unrelenting, impatient annoyance with absolutely everything, because he keeps interrupting them mid-threat to yell at them, "Oh my god, why are you even talking to me? It's Self you want, just spend ten seconds looking into it, for fucksakes!"

Michael calls Gretchen, and she hands the phone over to Self, who smugly asserts that he really does think Michael is a smart guy, but he himself is just a little bit smarter. Oooh, them's fightin words. Also, Michael Rapaport gets an A+ for his sudden shift from slightly dicky Fed to thoroughly sadistic bastard. Gretchen has an idea of someone who might be interested in Scylla, so she agrees to take Self to him, but T-Bag stays behind with Rita and little Emily. Rita responds to this turn of events by smacking Gretchen upside the head. Ha. Gretchen knows she had it coming, and calmly tells Rita that everything will be fine, she promises they won't hurt her. Rita retorts with another smack in the face. Right on, Rita.

And oh, thank Christ for this development: Linc's exasperated rantings seem to have resonated with Senator Dallow, who confirms that a cursory check of Self's records revealed some sketchy behavior, like for example a bank account in the Caymans, AKA the World Capital of Money People Aren't Supposed to Have, and a fake name and a one-way ticket out of the country. So whew, I was not looking forward to six more episodes of trying to prove their innocence. Dallow actually apologizes to Linc, and says that when they do get ahold of Self, it will be paramount to get his help. Linc makes a "whatchoo talkin bout, Senator?" face that looks like he probably doesn't know what "paramount" means.

"LINC NO UNDERSTAND WHY OLD MAN TALK ABOUT MOVIE PRODUCTION COMPANY! LINC HURT HIS BRAINBONE!

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