Lincoln drives, Michael’s shotgun again as they navigate Geary’s car down a well-paved, but empty highway.  The radio tells them that the Fox River Eight are now Seven; John Abruzzi was gunned down outside of Washington, D.C. motel last night after officers received a tip from an informant. “I didn’t think Abruzzi would be the first to eat it,” says Linc. Michael says he has a feeling they’re in for a lot of surprises. “Seven escapees,” says Lincoln, “so much for faking our deaths.” Michael replies, “I bought us some time, that’s what counts.” Lincoln’s look says he isn’t so sure. There’s definitely tension between the brothers. “How much further?” asks Michael. Lincoln estimates another seventy, maybe eighty miles. Michael says that’s good, they should hit the Double K by the afternoon. Lincoln counters, “Or we can pick up LJ, and hit Panama.” Michael’s losing it, “We can’t hit Panama, we can’t hit anything, we can’t do anything without the money. We need to find Charles’ stash.” Lincoln knows the score, “I know some other guys who are thinking the same thing.” Michael knows it too, flashes back to Westmoreland’s dying breath, “The money is buried under a silo, at the Double K Ranch, just outside of Tooele, Utah.“ Michael’s memory includes Tweener, C-Note and T-Bag hearing Westmoreland as well. Back in the present, Michael looks even more worried.

C-Note’s on a train, chats with the woman next to him about her kids. She shows him pictures; he tells her he has a daughter too.

Tweener’s just shared a very memorable tequila-fueled night in the sack with Debra Jean. She tells him she doesn’t want to go home, she wants to keep driving. Tweener’s more realistic, “I don’t think your Pops would be down for that.” In the afterglow of sex, she’s dreaming of a future with Tweener, “Wouldn’t it be fun? We could go to Hawaii.” Tweener laughs at the suggestion, “You can’t drive to Hawaii.” Debra Jean laughs, she knows, she’s just saying…KNOCK, KNOCK. Tweener looks nervous, urges her not to get the door. Debra Jean says she just wants to know who it is, angles for the door, and looks out the window, “It’s a cop.” Tweener’s thrown rudely back into reality; tries to stop her. She opens the door anyway. The cop at the door holds up a photo, “Have you seen this person?” The guy in the photo has hair, but it’s definitely Tweener. Tweener, now in the bathroom, stares at Debra Jean – what’s she gonna do? By the look on Debra Jean’s face, she doesn’t know either. She asks the cop why they’re looking for him; cop says a couple of people said they’ve seen him in the vicinity. “He escaped from an Illinois prison a couple of days ago, have you seen him?” Debra Jean looks at the cop with post-sex eyes, “No. He doesn’t look familiar.” The cop doesn’t seem convinced, “Are you sure?” Yep, Debra Jean is sure. She closes the door, turns to Tweener, “Whoa, whoa - all I did was steal a baseball card, I’m not like those other fools.” Debra Jean has her hand on the doorknob, “I’m going to go for a walk, okay? I’m gonna leave my keys right here,” she indicates the table, “and when I get back, my car will be gone. I’m sure in a few hours they’ll find it somewhere, abandoned.” Tweener wishes it could be different, Debra Jean does too, but it isn’t. Debra Jean gone, Tweener grabs the keys and goes.

Michael and Lincoln pull into Tooele, Utah. It’s a small town, but Michael notes, “That’s good. All we need to do is get that money and we’ll be out of here by nightfall.” Eye on the prize, they drive past a man on foot with a bag and a bad arm. The man takes a local newspaper from a vending kiosk and walks away. Definitely T-Bag.