3.13 The Art of the Deal. So you may recall that last week's episode ended with Whistler leaping from Prison Break Abandoned Warehouse #498 and running as fast as his totally not injured legs could carry him, then stealing a truck and speeding away. Sneaky bastard. We begin this week with Michael and Linc remembering they have a car, with which they begin a good old-fashioned jerkily edited car chase. They follow Whistler into downtown Dallas, I mean, Panama City, where he's cornered and has to leave his new truck behind in the middle of the road and take off on foot. He loses the brothers long enough to borrow a cellphone and call Gretchen to come and pick him up. "Where are you?" she asks. "Nmmmgghhhh!" he replies, on account of Linc has just clocked him square in the jaw. Linc smash! Linc picks up the phone and is all "hey, Susan!" "If anything happens to him..." she begins to threaten, but Linc reminds her that Whistler's wellbeing depends on LJ and Sofia. He punctuates this with a kick to the sternum. Heh. That one was just for his own amusement. She's at the warehouse, ready to do the exchange - where are they? Um, chasing after your pal Whistler the totally innocent fisherman, of course. Michael catches up with them and begins to formulate a new plan since the warehouse one is kind of shot to hell. Linc, hilariously, tells Gretchen/Susan he'll call her back. Whistler is still protesting his innocence - he was just trying to fix this so no one else would get hurt! Approaching sirens cut their conversation short, which is lucky for Whistler, cause I bet Linc wasn't done with the punching and the kicking.

T-Mac and Daddy Mac are approaching one of the roadblocks. T-Mac squeals that he can't go back to Sona, but the more-adorable-by-the-minute Papa McGrady tells him he won't have to. A cop approaches and we see that T-Mac is no longer in the truck. The policeman shows Daddy Mac some hilariously crude sketches of the escaped prisoners, and I'm thinking T-Mac could totally have stayed right there in the passenger seat, because his sketch depicts a very handsome young man who looks nothing like him except for his mop of curly locks. He looks like one of the New Kids on the Block, and Michael looks like Lex Luthor, so really, they could probably just stroll by unmolested. Anyway, Mac Daddy is all "I am so sorry that I cannot help you, officer!" but apparently he looks nervous enough for them to search his truck. They're kind of mean to him and it makes me angry.

"I'm terribly sorry, officer, but no, I have not seen 7-time All-Star Houston Rockets starting guard Tracy McGrady."

Poooooooor Sucre. Seriously, let's give it up for Sucre, who is totally being all kinds of noble and shit. Evidently, he's been getting the everliving snot kicked out of him for some time, now that they know he knows Michael, but all the blood seems to indicate he's not giving them what they want. The guy who's been questioning him all this time, who I guess is his boss, says he knew something was wrong with Sucre the first day he started there. "Maybe you'll get to be employee of the month!" Sucre hilariously slurs through a mouthful of blood and spit and possibly teeth. Awesome. After a nod of approval from the new General, they drag Sucre and his smart ass outside.

Gretchen gets a call from Michael, and she's delighted to finally meet the brains of the operation. He tells her to meet them downtown in the Plaza de Francia in ten minutes, alone.

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