"What's in the box? What's in the f#&king baahhhx?"
Okay, Prison Break. You and I need to have a little talk. I've always loved you unconditionally, even when you're implausible or silly or brutal. I was even okay with Kellerman gone, or Sara spending the entire season offscreen. And I know that you're pretty good with the red herrings and the fakeouts, so I'm not angry yet. But if that box contains what you want us to think it contains? I will break up with you, so help me god, because that is so not cool.
Oh, and some other stuff happened this episode too.
3.03 Call Waiting. Linc's pacing in his hotel room as some shiny anonymous loafers make their way up the stairs. He's trying to make sense of the bird book, god bless him, but he's done an awful lot of thinking lately and it probably kind of hurts. He finds a page that has some numbers on it and the word "STAMPEDE." Okay then. The loafers slip an envelope under the door - it's the requested photos of Sara and LJ. He stares at them awhile and Sucre almost gets broken in half when he sneaks up on him. For heaven's sake, man, knock! Were you raised on a llama farm or something? Oh, right. Anyway, Sucre's all "so that sucks about Michael, but hey, remember all that money?" Linc says the money's gone - which, let's just assume he has a good reason for not having gone out there and looked for it - and whatever he can find is for Michael. He's getting more and more annoyed as Sucre gets more and more annoying. Finally Linc whips out his hostage Polaroids all "Yeah, I'm sorry your vagina hurts and everything, but I have this kidnapping thing to take care of." Sucre is suitably sheepish and says he wants to help, it just seems like it keeps getting deeper and deeper. Can't argue with you there, Papacita.
In the yard at Sona, the Artist Formerly Known As Skinny Black Fabio is finishing what, his second or third deathmatch in three days? Let's get a handle on that aggression there, Sammy! Shoot some ball with Tracy McGrady or something! Speaking of, we see Michael fiddling around with a door, "doot dee doo, just feelin this door, not trying to formulate an escape plan, la la la," when Tracy observes, "it doesn't take long for man to become animal." This sounds like a come-on, but it's not. He tells Michael the smart ones go for the dead guy's bunk first. Michael: "What do the dumb ones do?" Cue Bellick, hobbling out and grabbing for the guy's shoes. Ha. He gets into a squabble with a drag queen, insofar as one can be such a thing in a place like Sona. I mean, they can barely get water there; they can't possibly get quality wigs. Anyway, he and Bellick each find themselves with one shoe.
Michael makes a half-hearted attempt at sucking up to Lechero. He offers to maybe help out around Sona, you know, any pipes that need to be dissolved in acid, any holes that need to be dug through concrete floors, that sort of thing. Lechero's all, cracka please. I'm the boss, we don't have any deal, you and me ain't got no ties. Michael is visibly losing hope every minute.
Incidentally, Wentworth Miller is this week's MVP. (Sorry, Tracy McGrady.) Honestly, he gets to emote more in this one episode than he did in the entirety of season one, and the fact that he plays Michael so stoic and steely most of the time makes it incredibly effective. Bravo, sir. Also, please come sit on my couch and watch the Discovery channel with me, and let me have your hot, squinty, nerdy, possibly gay babies. Please.
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Comments (2)
I think it is Sucre. Hopefully
1 of 2 | Posted by jobu | Posted on October 5, 2007 12:26 PM
I love that idea, except I know, having watched the episode more times than a normal person, that Linc got the call while he was heaving passed-out Sucre on to his couch. So dammit. Maybe it's like, a 2-3 month old piece of Veronica or something. Dammit!
2 of 2 | Posted by loula | Posted on October 5, 2007 12:46 PM