Lincoln drove along a deserted highway. The radio reported that of the eight Fox River Penitentiary escapees, only seven remained: John Abruzzi had been shot and killed by police outside Washington D.C. the previous night, following a tip-off.
"I never thought Abruzzi would be the first to go," Lincoln said. Michael replied that he feared many more surprises lay ahead. "Seven fugitives," Lincoln said, "That's too many, even just to divert police attention from us." Michael responded, "They can buy us time. That's the key." However, judging by Lincoln's expression, he wasn't so optimistic. A brief tension arose between the brothers. "How much further?" Michael asked. Lincoln estimated about seventy or eighty miles. Michael said they should reach their destination by afternoon. Lincoln suggested, "What if we just run straight to Panama?" Michael vetoed the idea immediately: "We can't go to Panama. We can't go anywhere without the money. We need to find Charles Westmoreland's treasure." Lincoln said, "Right. And the others think we're going to do just that." Michael fell silent. He knew going for the treasure was extremely dangerous, but they had no other choice.
On a bus, "Tweener" chatted with a woman in the next seat about her children. She showed him photos, and he said he had a daughter too.
After heavy drinking, Tuna and Debra ended up in bed together. After their lovemaking, Debra lay contentedly in Tuna's arms. "We could go to Hawaii someday, what do you think?" Tuna laughed: "You can't just drive to Hawaii." Debra laughed too. She was just dreaming. A knock came at the door. Tuna grew nervous and told Debra not to answer it. Debra said she would just see who it was. A police officer appeared, jolting Tuna from his pleasant dream back to reality. The officer held up a photo: "Have you seen this man?" The person in the photo had slightly longer hair, but it was clearly Tuna.
Tuna waited anxiously in the bathroom, staring at Debra's back – would she betray him? Clearly, Debra wasn't sure what to say either, as she responded with a question: "Why are you looking for him?" The officer said the man in the photo had recently escaped from prison and had been spotted in the area. Debra, looking sleepy-eyed, replied, "No, he doesn't look familiar." The officer sounded skeptical: "Are you sure?" Debra nodded affirmatively, closed the door, and turned to look at Tuna, who had emerged from the bathroom. "Alright, alright, don't look at me like that. I was only in for stealing some baseball cards, not like the other hardened criminals," he pleaded. Debra placed her hand on the doorknob. "I'm going for a walk now. My car keys are on the table. When I get back, chances are my car will be gone. But I'm sure the police will find it abandoned somewhere in a few hours." Tuna wished things weren't turning out this way, and clearly Debra did too, but she wasn't willing to get in any deeper.
She left. Tuna grabbed the car keys and rushed out.
Michael and Lincoln arrived in a small Utah town. Michael was pleased; so far, so good. There was hope they could dig up the treasure and leave town before nightfall. Dreaming of their future, they drove past a man walking with a plastic bag. The man, holding a local newspaper bought from a stand, stared after their car. It was "T-Bag."