If only Hallmark had a "Sorry Your Dead Mom Isn't Dead But Actually Just Abandoned You And Works For The Evil Company That Framed Your Brother And Keeps Trying To Kill You" line of greeting cards available for these awkward moments.
T-Bag is waiting for the boys at the hideout, looking like hell. Apparently he didn't get arrested or anything, just roughed up a little. Well, a lot, and he's annoyed with them for coming home empty handed. They're like, so we don't have Scylla, but we do have this! T-Bag: "A POST-IT???" Ha. It helps that he's slurring like a guy who's been kicked in the face. But Mahone explains it's a super important post-it, and they get to work trying to figure out who Sandinsky is and where exactly he's arriving. T-Bag is still annoyed that they haven't just told Baldy about Christina, so he sneaks off to do it himself. And Baldy's on his way!
Meanwhile, Sara and Michael are at the airport already, so there! It's a little regional airport so the flight logs are easy to snag from the desk guy, who is distracted by Sara's fake interest in flying lessons. And there he is: Vincent Sandinsky, V.S., arriving at 4:30, tail number N727MG - information Mahone is just getting from their Company resources now. The race is on!
Michael uses Morris' gun to persuade the control tower guy to tell the pilot of Sandinsky's plane that something's wonky with one of his engines, and to land at the north end of the tarmac, following emergency protocol. Which means getting all the passengers off right away, see? Oh, and also, tell security that one of the passengers needs medical attention, so they should let Dr. Sara Tancredi out there. Mom's goons are waiting at the totally wrong gate now, and they see a little medical cart thingy headed out to meet the plane, and they know something's up. Their big scary SUV squeals up just as Sara and Michael manage to herd Sandinsky into their car at gunpoint. "Please don't hurt me," he pleads, somewhat convincingly. Michael says he won't, but those bad guys speeding toward us are planning to. Sara has become quite the little stunt driver recently, but there's not much she can do with a limited amount of runway, so they're cut off by yet another big scary SUV. Christina's guys shove Sandinsky in one of them, and right before they can shoot Michael and Sara, pyeeow! Mahone et al have finally caught up with them and shoot the bad guys from across the tarmac. And so Michael and Linc have their big dramatic squinty whispery standoff, and I'm not exactly sure what's so terrible. Sara's like "have you lost your MIND?" but all they're doing is taking Sandinsky. I guess maybe they're mad cause they're not invited? Anyway, Linc warned Michael not to come, but he's got to do this for their family. "This isn't over," Michael whispers. "Not by a longshot." Well, three episodes. That's not all that long of a shot really.
"You haven't seen the last of this steely glare, not for another 125 minutes or so of airtime!"
So back at their Miami Vice Drug Dealer apartment, they conduct the swankiest interrogation ever. Professor Sandinsky says he doesn't know Christina, he's just here for the conference. I don't believe him though, because I don't care how awesome you are, if you're giving a lecture at an academic conference you don't get a private jet. You get coach and a per diem and you'll like it! His cellphone is supposed to be in his jacket, but Linc can't find it, because of course Michael had the foresight to snag it. And guess what he finds? A whole bunch of emails to and from Christina Rose, The Mom Not The Boat. "They don't just know each other, they're working together. But on what?" he muses. Here's an idea: READ THE FREAKING EMAILS, GENIUS.
Sara is back in the bathroom again, and yes, she is carrying around the stick she peed on in her pocket, and yes, it confirms that she has a tiny little whispery steely-eyed genius bun in the oven. (Although the control window is blank. Jees, prop guys, how hard is it to draw one extra line if you've already drawn a plus sign?) She's freaked out, and laughing incredulously at her reflection, but she does seem to be genuinely happy. I like it when Sarah Wayne Callies gets to smile. Also, kudos to the writers for resisting the temptation to show her quietly puking somewhere and then pretending she's not puking, which is how every other TV show in history reveals someone's pregnant.
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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