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Meanwhile, underground, Linc is very, very sweaty. He's also trying to figure out what the next step is, ideally one that does not end in hundreds of Sucre chunks sploded all over the place. "You think Gretchen set us up?" Sucre suddenly asks, and Linc's "LINC SMASH" face says he agrees that's a possibility. He runs back up to the office, interrupts T-Bag's rehearsal for his big meeting, and drags Gretchen into the closet. Seeing this, it occurs to me that I might be on board with a possible Linc-Gretchen grudge-fuck at some point. Just a thought. Anyway, we cut to Cole Pfeiffer's presentation, where he's spouting the exact kind of crap that corporations make their poor, poor employees sit through at company retreats. Apparently that's what Gate sells, is bullshit seminars. Hey, maybe T-Bag really has found his calling! He's doing well - he has that awesome hellfire preacher delivery, after all - but he eventually derails into a story about when he was serving a life sentence for grisly murder volunteering at a penitentiary and worked with the head guard, "a big, burly bull named Brad." So Brad, you see, he always thought he'd retire one day and be free. So Cole was sad to hear recently that Brad had passed away, and the saddest part was he died without making it out of that prison. He never got his freedom. I have to tell you, I loved this scene, all that subtext is really heartbreaking and surprisingly earnest, even if he does use the phrase "the captivity of negativity." Cole Pfeiffer tears up a little, and I swear I think T-Bag does too. Like, an actual gaspy sob that takes him by surprise. Robert Knepper is SO AWESOME. There are like seventeen layers here and he's playing every single one. They cut to one of those old-school blue Prison Break flashbacks of Bellick grinning and putting on his police cap, and it makes me all verklempt again, on second viewing even!

"Shut up! My eyes are watery cause I'm allergic to dry erase markers!"

Mahone is still going after Baker, finally dropping the act and earnestly saying he knows what happens; they take over your life, they find something on you and you have to do what they tell you or you'll be destroyed. They've hurt a lot of people, he says desperately, "we lost a good man yesterday trying to stop them." Aww. Baker swears it was just a job, nothing more, but Mahone doesn't believe him. "They told you what it was and you wish you didn't know, cause now you're trapped." And somebody's ears are burning, because the distinctive scary black sedans of the Company's hired thugs come squealing up the driveway. Whoa, easy on those tires, there, folks, no need to burn through those things, they're probably like $400 apiece. Also, way to be all covert and stealth, morons. This is no way for hired killers to conduct Company business! Kellerman would roll over in his grave, if he had a grave, which he probably doesn't; he probably has like, bits of graves scattered all over the Illinois countryside. Or he's totally still alive! I stand by my ambiguous interpretation of that scene, dammit. Is Private Practice cancelled yet? Anyway, Mahone thinks Baker does know something terrible, and his little "city of tomorrow" project is how he's compensating for it, but he needs to man up and help them out in the real world. Baker put his name in there for a reason, Mahone says, and if he does this, Mahone can make things better for both of them. Just as Baker's about to break, the Company men barge right into the house past Mrs Baker, even though she totally asked them politely not to. Now that's just tacky. Good help really is hard to find.

So Gretchen and Linc get back down to where Sucre has been standing very very still waiting for them. Sucre accuses her of setting them up, but she says she has no idea why they'd want to put explosives under their own damn building and she had no idea any of this was here. However, she can be of help. She recognizes the mines from her time in Fallujah and knows how to disarm them if Sucre can move his foot juuuust a little without exploding. Cool. Again, why did Gretchen take this long to become interesting? (This episode's "Written By" credit goes to the same writer who gave us Sweet Caroline, so she seems to have a flair for giving boring characters cool backstories out of nowhere.) Sucre blubbers in Spanish for Linc to call Michael, presumably to get his permission to do what the crazy lady says.

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