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Self uses his Homeland Security badge to scare Orin's secretary into letting him in without an appointment. He flashes his badge around urgently but Orin, without even looking up from his desk, tells him to take it up with Angela down the hall. He doesn't even let Self get through his bullshit "terrorists are using fake bear bonds to destroy freedom!" cover story - he's leaving for Asia in a few hours but he has a meeting with Self's boss before he goes. Surely if it's this important he'll hear about it then. During this patronizing, bitchy lecture, he stops to put something in his wall safe, and Roland's Data Sucker Upper suddenly and briefly goes nuts. He threatens Self in a way that seems suspiciously disproportionate for the offense of showing up without an appointment, so I'd smell a rat even if we didn't already know he was evil. Self is rendered speechless and backs out all "o...kay." Once he gets in touch with Michael they quickly figure out the card is in the safe. This complicates things, especially since Orin made it pretty clear that Self shouldn't show his face in that office again, even if he's pushing a wheelbarrow full of forged bear bonds with "Osama Bin Laden wuz here!" written on every one. (I bet he dots that "i" with a heart.) Anyway, Michael enthusiastically pooh-poohs Self's emphatic doubts about getting in the front door, let alone the safe. He tells Self to just get him the blueprints of the building; they'll do the rest. Hopefully he doesn't have to tattoo these anywhere, cause he's probably still pretty sore from having his torso melted off a couple of days ago.

Sara comes huffing into the Batcave, telling a worried Michael that she was being followed, but she's fine, she lost him a mile back. Before she can finish describing Wyatt, Mahone pops up out of nowhere with the same photo he showed Pam. "This the guy?" Yep, that's the one. "That's the guy who killed my son," he mutters sadly. Outside, he quizzes Sara on when she saw him and how he might have found her. She's ashamed to admit where she'd been, but Mahone is all, please, my personal demons make your personal demons look like Keebler Elves, I don't give a shit if you were in a bar. Yes, of course she paid cash, but d'oh, now that he mentions it, Bruce's credit card is missing.

"No, Michael, we do not have time to tattoo these on your scalp."

Self lays the blueprints out for Michael and Linc to study. They need to get to the 10th floor, but first there is the small matter of actually entering the building itself. Michael realizes that the parking garage is the best way, and Self reluctantly agrees to smuggle them in with his van, because at this point, why not?

So Gretchen is apparently being held in LA, which is convenient. Was General Baldy's entire operation always based out of LA? Is that where he had his secret limo meetings with Agent Kim and I just assumed it was DC or Chicago because that's where all the other stuff happened? I'm confused. Anyway, Wyatt smooshes some goo under his nose - you know, the kind cops and medical examiners use when they have to deal with something particularly foul-smelling, above and beyond your average decaying corpse - so that can't be good. He tells her that Sara's in LA, which means Michael's probably there too. Does she know anything about that? "She's a slippery little bitch, isn't she!" is all she has to say about Sara, and ha. She sure is. Gretchen is not responding to physical torture, so they've decided to move on to truly disturbing psychological methods, i.e., grossing her out as thoroughly and methodically as possible via buckets of stink. It's scarier than it sounds, and Wyatt has a nice monologue about how visceral and fundamental smell is and blah blah, but I've seen this lady get waterboarded, and she probably knows her way around a Paul Kellerman™ Brand Dismemberment Kit* (*corpse not included), so I'm thinking it's going to take more than "Iwww! Stinky!" to break her down. She doesn't know anything; that's her story and she's sticking to it. She's also sticking to her plan of digging a nail out of her chair, and she's making good progress.

"Cower before my fearsome milk mustache!"

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