Once inside this house, the blond girl asked where Michael was. Lincoln was immediately suspicious, but the girl explained that she was merely trying to help. Hmmmm... we'll see about that, lady!

Elsewhere in America, Mahone was busy questioning hotel owners in Gila, NM, and Sara, meanwhile, received a fax under her door. All it said was for her to be at 16781 Butterfield Road in one hour. A new address! But was the fax from Michael? Or was it a trap?

While we pondered that, we then headed off to a random highway where a shirtless Sucre was tending to his ghetto car, which had officially died. What to do? Next thing we knew, he was now in a small town (and wearing a shirt). Did he go to a mechanic? No. Did he steal a car? No. Did he do anything that would potentially cure his automotive woes? No. Instead, he called Maricruz's sister Therésa. As usual, he was all blustery and in need of contact with Maricruz, but bad news: she and her sister were flying to Mexico in like an hour. By the way, it's nice to see that the Feds trace any and all contact C-Note has with his lovely wife, but Maricruz and Theresa? Naaah...

Well, Sucre finally convinced Theresa to relay a message: have Maricruz call him back at this pay phone in one hour. He'll be riiight there. Great! Sounds completely foolproof! Absolutely nothing could go wrong!

Back in New Mexico, Sara had traveled to Butterfield road, but no one was there. Was this a trap? It sure felt like one. Suddenly, an old crappy car began lurking towards her. Get out of your car, Sara! Get out! Turns out all our anxiety was for naught. Michael held true to his word and stepped out of the mystery car. That's right: doctor and patient reunited at last!

After the commercial break, Mahone arrived at Sara's motel, and of course, it only took about two seconds for him to obtain a copy of Michael's fax. The front desk attendant said that it had come in about twenty minutes ago, which didn't really make sense since the fax ordered Sara to meet at the address in an hour, and she was already there, so, um, someone's watch was all screwed up. Anyway, Mahone held up the address and asked the guy, "Do you know where that is?" Duh! It's 16781 Butterfield Road! The address is on there!

Nevertheless, the guy answered Mahone with "It's five minutes away." And just like that, the agent stormed out of the motel. Apparently he didn't actually want directions. He merely wanted to know if the man had a general knowledge of the surrounding area.

Back at the rendezvous, Tancredi was all sorts of mad at Michael. She wanted answers from him, but all he could offer up was a feeble plan to escape to Panama. Well, Sara wasn't happy about this, and she lambasted him for helping to put T-Bag back on the streets. Michael apologized profusely, saying, "My brother was going to die."

"My father's dead!" Sara snapped back. OUCH! Way to go, Scoffield. Well, because Michael is our resident hero, we then had to watch him get all choked up and Concerned for a few minutes. However, this remorseful interlude was cut short when a car then appeared out of nowhere, barreling down Butterfield Road with a dust cloud of rage behind it. MAHONE.

Unfortunately, Sara and Michael were at a dead end, which meant their only way out of this mess was to go STRAIGHT INTO THE JAWS OF THE MONSTER! Yes, they were gonna have to drive right at Mahone. And honestly, when you're about to engage in a car chase with an officer of the law, why take Sara's shiny new rental car when you can just use Michael's dilapidated piece of junk instead? Yes, the two hopped in his car and drove straight down Butterfield Road, heading directly for Mahone's car. I don't know why they were making this such a big deal. It's not unheard of for two cars to pass each other from different directions on an open road. Some might even call that "normal."

Anyway, going at full speed, the cars came closer and closer until at just the last second, Michael swerved out of the way. Didn't that coming at all! Well, this led to a general car chase, and guess what? Michael and Sara were rammed off the road by Mahone. You know, this show should really employ that plot twist more often.

Well, for whatever reason, even though he had just sent Scoffield's car off into some sort of warehouse, Mahone didn't bother to stop his own car. He just kept on driving away, which gave Sara and Michael enough time to escape from their car and hide in the aforementioned warehouse. We could only imagine that hi-jinks would ensue.

Meanwhile, at Bellick's house of torture, there was more pain on the menu for T-Bag. Somehow, he managed to wrestle free of his captors, but in the process, the key to his locker (in which the millions of dollars were stashed) went flying out of his sock. Wait -- was I mistaken all this time? Was that thing in his sock the key, not a blade? LAME.

Nevertheless, T-Bag went scrambling and quickly swallowed the key, which I think is about the fourth or fifth time he's swallowed vital information on this show. Just because the key was out of sight didn't mean it was gone forever. The guys then strapped him to a toilet, placed a colander under his butt, and forced some chewing tobacco into his mouth -- which I guess works like a laxative. Why the guys didn't simply pour some Metamucil down his throat was beyond me.

Posted by B-Side on November 11, 2006 12:58 PM