Michael and Linc are running. There’s a lot of running on this show. Kellerman leads the way out of the tunnel to his cool scary SUV waiting outside, and they speed off, Kellerman handily winning a pissing contest with a local cop to get past the roadblocks. Conversation, as you might imagine, is a bit awkward at first, especially when Linc, with the help of some blurry flashbacks, realizes he knows this Kellerman guy. Linc doesn’t even know the half of it, but it’s enough to make him go “LINC SMASH!” He grabs Kellerman’s gun and asks for one good reason why he shouldn’t blow his head off. Kellerman has a pretty good one: he knows where Steadman is.

A cop finds Mahone in the tunnel stairwell, shot but rather less dead than Kellerman had intended. I think all that undercover pie-eating he did with Sara, and I mean that literally, has made our boy a bit soft, which I do mean figuratively but not in the dirty way. I know you had some fugitives to surreptitiously cart off to an uncertain fate, but still, you have to see these things through! Two to the chest, one to the head! It’s the little things, Paul. By this time, Linc is still actually, literally snarling. Kellerman is patiently explaining that yes, he set up this entire thing and completely ruined his life and killed a bunch of people, but dude, it’s really unhealthy to dwell on these things. Let me lead you in the Serenity Prayer. He’s got a bullseye on his chest just like they do, the enemy of his enemy is his friend, if he wanted them dead they’d be dead, etc. It’s not like they have a better offer or anything. Michael goes “Tschh!” like the Dog Whisperer and Linc calms down. Michael is nothing if not Calm and Assertive.

This week at Fox River: Bellick is being taunted on the playground. A seriously large and scary dude calls him “fish,” which is funny, and also tries to set up a “protection in exchange for dessert” deal, which as it turns out is not a euphemism. Go figure. At dinner, he complies, but after the icky euphemisms do start flying, he smacks the guy in the face with a sock full of something heavy, you know, one of those improvised weapons you learn about on prison shows. He’s all pleased with himself until he finds out that the huge scary guy is BFFs with the night guards. The ones Bellick was a right bastard to, and gave them crappy shifts just to show everybody what a badass he is. So if Bellick’s cell door happens to accidentally open in the middle of the night, and if horrible things happen while they’re not looking, then hey, Mr. Badass can no doubt take care of it himself, can’t he? Mr. Badass looks like he is right at this moment losing control of his badass bladder. I hate it when they try to make me feel sorry for Bellick, but all I have to do is remind myself about Westmoreland’s cat and I’m totally on board for whatever nasty retribution Big Scary Guy has in mind.

T-Bag has made his way into Susan Hollander’s home, and while the whole mood is a bit “Muahaha!” for my taste, Robert Knepper totally sells it. I buy that he’s kind of unhinged at this point. I like how insulted and infuriated he gets with her for trying to sweet-talk him, because dammit, that’s HIS thing! When she spat at him through the glass like that at Fox River, he knew that that kind of passion could only come from a woman who still cares. So hey, bygones, right? Clean slate! She keeps reaching for a handgun she’s stashed in a drawer but he doesn’t take his eyes off her long enough for her to grab it.