Ravine. Fedcakes, including Mahone, are gathered around a beat-up shell of a car lying on its roof. An older agent helpfully expresses what a shame it is to go to all that trouble to break out of prison, only to end up dead under a bridge. He wants to know which is the unlucky con. Mahone does not answer, perhaps afraid that speaking Michael's name aloud will make it true.
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