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Michael pulls the toilet from the wall and asks Sucre if it’s safe to proceed. “You’re clear. Swim, Fish, swim!” Sucre smiles.
Michael crawls through the hole and into a narrow, but extensive service corridor. Metal catwalks and pipes sprawl in all directions. Michael gets his bearings by locating several ducts around him and then lifts up his shirt and compares them to a section of tattoo on his right abdomen. He traces a path with his finger, and then starts the timer on his watch. He walks a few steps, and then pushes his way up to the catwalk above him. He keeps climbing until he sees the roof access. Suddenly, the door at the end of the hallway opens, a maintenance man enters only feet away from Michael.
Sucre is starting to worry. He sticks his head in the toilet, hoping Michael can hear him, “Fish! You’re taking too long, bro!”
The maintenance man in the service corridor stops to take a smoke break. Above him, spread out from wall to wall and clinging to the pipes is Michael, face down. His muscles tremble from the exertion of holding himself up. He sweats heavily and a single drop makes its way down his nose. The sweat drips from his nose and narrowly misses the man’s boot. Having finished his cigarette, the maintenance man turns and leaves.
Michael, back in the cell, puts the toilet back together. Sucre is frantically telling him, “ This ain’t gonna fly, man. The Ricans, we got genetically higher blood pressure, you know that? ” Michael tells Sucre that he can make it to the roof, and the next part of the plan is “all about timing.”
Abruzzi checks his watch: 3:50 PM. His cellmate, Gus, expertly melts a plastic toothbrush with a book of matches, guiding the liquid plastic into the key mold imprinted on the bar of soap.
In an office crammed with computer equipment, monitors and electronic devices, Veronica and Nick consult with video analyst, Chaz Fink. Chaz marvels at the tape. “ The thing’s clean. No footprints. Usually, you peel the video back a few layers, anything bogus comes right off. Now you see it, now you don’t, right? But not this one. It’s laced. Ingrained.” Chaz plays the tape again. Something catches his interest and he replays the audio track. “The problem with your eyes is that they play tricks on you, but ears? Ears don’t lie. ” He focuses on the sound of the gunshot. As soon as it’s fired, the sound waves immediately die. “ Stripped down, those levels should dance. Room that size, would give you, BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM . One off of each wall, a split second after each other. On yours, the reverb’s bouncing at the same time.” What this means, he tells an anxious Veronica, is that the sound of the gunshot was not recorded in the parking garage. Veronica grows excited. If Chaz will testify to that fact, they’ll have enough to take to a judge. Chaz is leery. He won’t testify unless he can get his hands on the original tape.
Michael huddles over the model of the Taj Mahal. Pope questions Michael about his “allergies,” the ones he cited in his motion. Michael replies, “ Sinusitis, yeah. It’s actually not an allergy, it’s a bacterial infection. But the moist air from the river along the East Wall, it helps keeps me,” Michael takes a deep breath, “You know. Clear.” Pope has to admire Michael’s initiative. He’s been in Fox River so short a time, yet he’s already figured out how to work the system. Michael presses Pope to reveal why it was Pope wanted him transferred. But Pope brushes off his question, pointing out that it’s almost five o’clock and they should call it a day. Michael tells Pope that if he left now, the support beam he’s holding would give in and the whole model would collapse. Michael says he has to stay and hold it in place until the glue dries. Pope agrees that Michael can stay. When he’s done, he’s to check in with Pope’s assistant, Becky, and she’ll have a guard escort him back to his cell. The Pope thanks Michael for showing up to work on the model, in spite of the outstanding transfer request. Michael smirks, “You’re welcome.”