Testimonials

Sucre and Sara pay the delightful desk clerk at the classy Fauntleroy Hotel to give them Gretchen's room number. She calls Michael down on the street to let him know where their window is, and he sends Linc to the rooftop across the street with the McGyvered tear gas shooter outer. Self is on the phone with Gretchen's contact, who says the buyer has arrived and he's not the kind of guy you keep waiting. Self is all "likewise, just make sure he has the money." Gretchen's guy is tired of Self acting like he knows what he's doing, calls him a "mook," and says next time he better let him talk to Gretchen. The hotel room phone rings - it's the front desk guy: "I thought you should know a man and a woman came looking for you." "Scofield found us," Self tells Gretchen, get ready to leave. And ha, we see that it was Sucre who paid the guy to call and tell him, so there's some mischief afoot.

Michael is up rigging the fire escape when his nose starts to bleed again. Pesky tumor! Gretchen goes to check out the stairway, where a bum is taking a nap. Except it's totally Sucre, and he trips her and sends her flying to the ground. Awesome. A hallway beatdown ensuses. Double awesome. Neither of them are strangers to hand-to-hand combat, but eventually it becomes clear that the trained mercenary has an advantage over the petty thief, especially when the petty thief has a days-old gunshot wound she can punch over and over. Youch. Sara comes to his rescue by shoving Gretchen down the stairs. Meanwhile, Linc shoots the tear gas into the room and Self is of course forced to go down the fire escape. Michael has fixed it so the ladder just slides him right down to ground level and he's thrown off onto his back, whereupon Michael emerges and punches him in the face. Ahh, satisfying. He grabs Scylla and runs off, leaving Self lying on the ground.

"How's this for Just Business, bitch?"

Gretchen emerges from the front of the hotel just as the Company guys are arriving, and somehow she's able to duck all the automatic weapons fire and steal one of the SUVs, which somehow works perfectly well even though it's got a few dozen machine gun holes in it. Michael's nose starts bleeding and his brain starts zapping as he's trying to make his getaway with Scylla, which is so totally inconvenient. Eventually he collapses in an alley, and Self is able to catch up and take Scylla back. He announces again to Michael's unconscious body that this is just business, but before he can shoot him, two Company trucks pull up. One of them is Gretchen's and he gets in and speeds off. Linc rounds the corner just in time to watch them haul Michael away in the other one.

Meanwhile, Sara and Sucre break into the hotel room and find it empty, except for the laptop showing the feed of the warehouse. So they know where Gretchen and Self will be headed next - to fetch the missing piece so they can sell Scylla. And sure enough, they head straight to the appropriate ceiling tile, grab the missing chip thingy, and run off to their meeting with the buyer. Linc, Sara and Sucre arrive to find the chip gone, and everyone is freaking out. Sara is sure he's going to die at any moment, and Sucre knows that the chip was their last piece of leverage. And just in case that wasn't enough bad news, Mahone chooses this moment to call and check on their progress. Linc says Self has Scylla, all of it, and the Company has Michael. So unless his Fed pals can help Michael out - which they can't - there's no reason for him to come back. Mahone has to tell FBI twerp that the plans fell through, and he's all, pthhtbbt, should have known you were full of shit, thanks for wasting my time. Everybody's happy!

Michael wakes up strapped to a Company gurney. Baldy watches as they dose him with a sedative and take him down to their eeeevil MRI machine. I was pretty sure this was going to happen eventually, because how the hell else was Michael going to survive brain cancer unless everyone was exonerated and he could check into a hospital the show ended? But it's still cool.

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