Agent Mahone talks to one of Michael's tattoo artists and soon discovers that Michael designed the entire tattoo himself. Not only that, but he was a real "detail Nazi" about the whole thing. Well, yeah. If I was getting something permanently affixed to my body I'd be pretty keen on it being accurate myself. I learned that lesson the hard way when that I LOVE HARD ROCK tattoo on my ass turned out really wrong. Before the tattoo artist leaves she says that Michael's tattoo was like an inside joke only he was in on. Light Bulb. Then Agent Mahone has one of those only on television moments, when he sees some seemingly random piece of information and pieces the whole thing together. A name! And there are names on the tattoo! Seemingly unrelated names, but names none the less! EUREKA! This tattoo is more than a tattoo after all! A question raised at the brain trust that was formed by myself, my friend Jill and her mother Eileen while watching this was why would the prison have so many detailed close up pictures of this tattoo in the first place? Yeah, I can see the guards snapping one or two full body tattoos of Wenty to bring home to their girlfriends to get them in the mood, but all this detail? Why? Haha. I guess if that's the point I'm going to get stuck on, it's really not worth it. The only thing that saves this moment from self-parody is the fact that Agent Malone seems smart enough to actually figure it out. He could totally kick Tommy Lee Jones' ass.

Michael announces to the rest of the chain gang that they need to stop being cons and start being civilians. Just then a little girl walks up to them and Abruzzi slits her throat. "Sorry, old habits and all that." Okay, that doesn't happen, but a little girl does walk up to them. She asks them what they are doing there, and they say they are hand fishing. Before I can assume that this is some kind of euphemism, she informs them that she's there hunting. For cock. Little slut. Seriously, what little 9 year old girl wanders up to 5 bloody, sweaty strange men and starts chatting them up? Idiot. Regardless, her father comes by, shotgun in hand, instantly recognizes 5 of the Fox River 8 and points his gun at them. Abruzzi, ever quick on his feet, pulls a gun on the little girl. I'm sorry; I'm just having a lot of trouble taking Abruzzi seriously, even with a gun to a little girl's head, after he spent his summer doing this. Regardless, the father instantly cracks, Abruzzi hands over the girl, and the boys get a car out of the deal. Not too bad.

Dr. Sara is awake and fully lucid just hours after her coma. Previously, Agent Mahone identified her as the key to this whole thing, so he sent one of his female agents to interrogate Dr. Sara, hoping to work a Ya-Ya-Sisterhood of Hilary Clinton Spice Girl Power Tampax Oprah angle. There interrogation goes a little something like this:

Agent: Did you open the door for them?

Dr. Sara: No.

Agent: Did you have sex with Michael Scofield?

Dr. Sara: No. But you could imagine what it would be like if we did.

Agent Vagina: Did you star in the show Tarzan & Jane on the WB?

Dr. Sara (nervously): Uhh, yes. Is that a crime?

Agent: Yes. Yes it is. We've already rounded up Travis Fimmel. (Agent quickly smothers Dr. Sara with a pillow and she flat lines).

Some of that may have been embellished but the general spirit of the conversation remains in tact. Look Dr. Sara, if this is ever going to work you need to realize that part of me loving you is me mocking you. Regardless, the agent doesn't believe a word that Dr. Sara is saying about not helping Michael. She tells Dr. Sara that he's not the only one who got out. Dr. Sara is not pleased: "Who else got out?" She actually looks very genuinely concerned. And my heart skips a beat (down there).

Posted by Umnata on August 22, 2006 7:04 PM