Back at Gate, T-Bag is being politely grilled by a detective regarding his missing colleague. Apparently his resignation letter was faxed from a number other than his home fax, because Andy lived in 1994 when people had fax machines in their homes and used them for correspondence. Send an email from a library or something, Gretchen, sheesh, what the hell kind of criminal mastermind are you? Anyway, someone saw a woman driving his car earlier, and T-Bag suggests that the deceased may have been "dipping his snout into a different trough." Gross. While they're chatting, loud, suspicious booms are echoing up from where Michael et al are thwacking at concrete with sledgehammers. Robert Knepper is cracking me up, he's so twitchy he's gesticulating wildly and spinning around in his office chair and it's kind of hilarious. Anyway, the detective has detected that Andy and Cole didn't like each other especially much, and T-Bag explains (via a colorful narrative about his childhood cat, Rufus, a solid feline all around) that the only thing he ever did to earn Andy's animosity was be The New Guy. Poor Cole, just trying to do his job, while also participating in an elaborate conspiracy between escaped cons and Homeland Security to steal data from a secret nefarious corporation, just like the rest of us. I should add that T-Bag cackles inappropriately and generally looks like a total fucking nutcase.
Self is farting around on one of those new black aluminum MacBooks, and my 5-year-old iBook G4 sighs a little. Wow, cool secret briefcase, Self. He's explaining to Sara that he learned this trick from one of his Homeland Security buddies, and you know he's talking about Homeland Security because they're the only people who call anyone "Enemy Combatants." He's using audio editing software, and hey, see, who needs Roland and his bowling shirts anyway if Agent Self is so techno-savvy? Mahone has been completely silent, apart from that one outburst of grief, but he very calmly asks Self if that ambulance they used for the attempted card heist is still out back. Then he calmly walks out of the room. Sara and Self make "whaaa??" faces at each other.
The boys are thwacking at concrete, and Bellick gives Sucre some charming good-natured ribbing. "I got almost a decade on you and you don't see me suckin air!" "I got shot, Brad." "Oh yeah." Ha. Oh Bellick, you are charming and have learned much over this journey and that heart you wished for? Why, you've had it all along! Anyway, they are making zero progress with the digging, and Michael fumes very quietly that it's solid granite down there, they couldn't get through with a jackhammer. They can't go over it, they can't go under it, "but maybe we can go through it!" Michael announces theatrically. He has Sucre unscrew this giant pipe, which looks kind of structurally relevant to me, but hey, I'm not the fictional engineer around here. He sends Bellick and Linc up to the surface on one of his mysterious errands, and they sweatily stumble out of Cole Pfeiffer's closet just as Mr. White and Mr. Detective are reviewing Andy's travel records. T-Bag's all "oh, I hired some guys out of pocket to put up new shelving in my closet, where they have been working with the door closed for our entire conversation." Mr. White and The Worst Detective In The World are like, sure, that's totally plausible, you sweaty, twitchy one-handed freak. We'll just gloss right over that. The best part about this scene is that Bellick, playing the part, hilariously and gratuitously calls Linc "Manuel." Heh.
Self swaggers in to Wyatt's cage with a big grin. He says they're finished talking, but Wyatt isn't! Self takes out a little mp3 player or digital recorder or something and presses play: it's Wyatt's voice, saying "They are all dead. It's over." Self, that clever bastard, has cobbled it together from bits of conversation they've recorded. You know, like that South Park episode right after Isaac Hayes left when they just hilariously slapped old soundbites together and made Chef sound like a crazy person. Anyway, Self just wanted to gloat and take Wyatt's phone. Before he leaves, he turns Wyatt over to Mahone, and Sara marches out in a huff of righteous Hippocratic indignation.
"Yeah, I'll take it from here."
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Comments (2)
Loula,
I am so glad you are back! I missed you! Hope nothing too terrible happended to keep you away....although the election is certainly a good enough reason! In fact the only entertainment reading I have done over the last two weeks is come to tvgasm to look for you! Loved this episode. Big Kudos to WW. And his character did redeem himself in a big way. I am becoming quite obsessed with speculating where they are taking this michael/brain tumor thing. Thought I read that Matt Olmstead envisioned the series as going for 4 or 5 seasons, so maybe this one will be it....anyway.
After such an intense week, thanks for posting! I am glad to see you back!
1 of 2 | Posted by mamabird | Posted on November 9, 2008 1:08 PM
You're right that Fox is ruining the suspense by saying "someone will die this week on Prison Break"--it was in the TV listings that way, too (I'm guessing that comes from the network). As soon as I heard that, I thought, "Bellick." After they killed Roland, he was the lowest in the character hierarchy.
It also ruined the suspense for this week, because they DIDN't say someone would die, so there was no question about it when Sucre stepped on that mine.
2 of 2 | Posted by pixielated | Posted on November 11, 2008 12:32 PM