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Michael, meanwhile, was secreting Dr. Tancredi away from the infirmary through the ceiling. When she asked for a short rest, Michael used his charms to calm the doctor and even flirt a bit. This guy is good; She just nearly got raped and killed and now they were stuck in the ceiling, it was over 100 degrees, and they had no way of knowing if they’d be safe or not in the immediate future. But no matter, when you have piercing eyes like Michael Scofield, nothing stops your game. Not even the creepy prisoner who poked his nappy head up through a ceiling tile in an effort to find and get at the doctor. A swift kick to his head and the two were again on their way through the ceiling.

Of course, the Governor did not know that his daughter was moderately safe at this point and ordered the SWAT team to go into the prison, Warden Pope’s hesitation be damned. Actually, I think his hesitation was only because he was worried the full force SWAT action would possibly destroy his beloved Popsicle stick Taj Mahal. Because really, why else would he argue with the Governor? Especially when his daughter was now confronted with the very same large prisoner with only little Michael to save her. “You gonna keep that pretty nurse all to yourself,” he asked Michael. At that, Michael leapt up on the guy’s back and administered the Ric Flair sleeper hold. I’d have preferred a cool figure 4 leg lock, but I’ll take what the show gives me. Tancredi, being a doctor and a referee, lifted the prisoners arm once (lifeless), twice (lifeless), three times… and he held it up every so weakly… (copygodd, that was for you).

What really happened was the little rat prisoner from the infirmary appeared and tried to pry Michael off the monster. Dr. Tancredi stepped up and kicked the smaller attacker in the knee, apparently breaking his leg. Again, totally badass. The two then made their way to a safer location near an exit… at the same time, Abruzzi and Sucre broke through the wall and T-Bag licked the picture of Bob’s daughter. Yup, he was back at it, telling Bob, “me and your daughter goin’ to the prom…” and then lasciviously licked the picture again. Oh don’t tell me you haven’t done that before. Don’t judge the Bag.

Phew, again, this show is tiring in the sense that there’s so much great action going on all over the place. With Michael and the doctor finally alone, they shared a tender moment before she was to be let free into the yard. Too bad the sharpshooters had other ideas as a laser target appeared on Michael’s forehead at the worst possible moment. I mean, when I was 16, I was about to make-out with this chick in my car (well, my dad’s station wagon) for the first time and I was so excited and… and then a car came down the street shining it’s headlights on us, totally ruining the moment. That sucked. But having a sharpshooter’s laser aimed at your forehead while you share a tender moment? That really sucks. Michael pushed the doctor to safety/freedom, fell to the floor, and the large attacker who had been pursuing them all along took a bullet to the chest right behind him. Nice work, so-called “sharpshooter!”

Time for a Nick and Veronica interlude… they were chilling in a parking garage in Georgetown when a clunky van appeared and Nick stated, “That’s my man.” Indeed, his former college buddy had apparently sunken back into his drug abusing ways… you see, it was Anthony – Blossom’s brother who, as we all remember, was a recovering drug addict on the hit NBC sitcom. Didn’t Joey teach him anything? Apparently not, as he seems to be down on his luck. But he was able to tell Nick that the phone call in question came from a payphone at 11th and Constitution in DC. Hmmm, that’s not going to help at all. Or is it? Turns out that phone is right next to the Federal Energy Commission building. Seems like this oil interest story may have legs after all. Just then, the payphone rang and the caller knew Veronica AND Nick! As if that weren’t creepy enough, the mystery caller told them, “As of now, both of you are dead!” Boy, talk about a bummer of a phone call – then again, they should have known. I mean, putting a public phone in Washington DC up to your face and mouth? Of course you’re signing your life away by doing that! Hello SARS!

Finally, up at the prison, things looked to be winding down. Well, the prisoners were still somehow fighting (despite it being over 100 degrees and lacking any water inside) but the SWAT teams were about to take care of things. The Governor and his daughter were reunited, but he only yelled at her for insisting on working at the prison rather than expressing relief or happiness at her well-being. Michael found his way back to the cell and then met up with Lincoln, exchanging brotherly hugs. Abruzzi and Sucre emerged from the wall and admonished T-Bag for threatening the guard again. T-Bag’s intent was to kill Bob because he knew far too much and would rat out the escape plans. However, Michael insisted he leave him alone and all would be well.

So T-Bag did leave him alone – for about 20 seconds. In a flash, he stabbed the guard and tossed him over the railing to his death. Just like that. Shit… this show STILL surprises at times. Shortly thereafter, the riot ended and order was restored. Outside, Dr. Tancredi was putting together some puzzle pieces and figuring that Michael knows way more about the prison then he rightly should – but she kept her thoughts to herself.

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