LINC SCARED OF MAN WITH GUN! LINC HOLD BRAINS IN HEAD!
Well, things are moving right along here in Miami! Team Michael and Team Linc are totally mad at each other, but their separate sleuthing adventures lead them to the same place at the same time for an anticlimactic whispery showdown. Those fake passes they found in the church are for an energy conference, which is turning out to be pretty important apparently. T-Bag gets the shit kicked out of him while he's helping the boys, so he gets all huffy and tattles to the General about how The Mom Who Makes Dina Lohan Look Like Carol Brady has Scylla, which means the proverbial shit will be hitting the proverbial fan pretty soon. Also, Sara is totally knocked up.
4.18 VS. So we last saw Linc's big giant head in the crosshairs (there's a bald joke there somewhere, but it's probably a really terrible joke so we'll just leave it) of a sniper's rifle. But before the guy can take the shot, as instructed by the Worst Mom Ever, Linc moves under cover of a patch of trees and we see that the gang's all there to save the big oaf. Self spots the sniper and Mahone goes up to the roof to cut off his escape. So, you know. Pyeeeow Pyeeow! Gunfight down the stairwell, the gunman makes it out ahead of Mahone only to run straight into Linc, who is very angry. The guy won't tell them where Christina is, but they do end up - wait for it - hitting him with a car, and they grab his phone before T-Bag squeals them all away in their Escalade.
Sara has the key to a condo belonging to her old med school buddy, so that's convenient. Also convenient: there isn't even a throwaway line about how the hell they got there, but whatever. Poor Sara, looking at this nice place and all the family ski vacation photos, still managing to sound convincing when she says "good for her!" Here she is in the middle of a what, 2-year shitstorm? And now she's talking about her friend's life, the life she's supposed to have, but she's still not bitter, or at least, that's how Sarah Wayne Callies plays it. Wistful but not angry. Sigh. Michael, you better get your head out of your ass and take care of this poor nice lady who puts up with your crap, which, let's be honest, is not of the "leaves towels on the floor/never changes the toilet paper roll" variety. Michael's all "we could have family photos one day maybe!" and Sara just smiles at him for an awkwardly long time and excuses herself to run to the bathroom so she can freak out a little. She starts digging around the medicine cabinet and you think "oh no, she's an addict, she's looking for pills, because oh my god wouldn't you?" but then she finds what she's looking for: a stick to pee on. And really, the first thing I think is finally! Official confirmation that they have in fact had offscreen sex at some point during this ordeal. Whew. This has been an oddly chaste show, hasn't it? It's all violent and shooty and bleedy but when it comes to sexual situations it's been downright coy. Anyway, we don't see the results, but really, "Sara takes a pregnancy test but turns out she's totally not pregnant" would be kind of a dumb plotline to shove into the last three episodes of the series.
Is she or isn't she? I'm on the opposite of the edge of my seat!
Baldy now knows Scylla is in Miami, so he's pestering Stewart, the dumpy little old man cardholder, for information. Stewart has been calling an unknown number lately, what's that all about, and why on earth would you do it on your Company phone? Baldy doesn't like his answers and has one of his minions carry him off. By the neck.
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Major props for the Chris Paul/Atlanta Hawks connection!
1 of 1 | Posted by nashuaf | Posted on May 1, 2009 5:11 AM