So Mahone, Linc and Sucre get the upper hand and have the General at gunpoint, at which point he gives up his card. He's pretty dumbfounded to see that Michael really does have copies of the other cards, and he stares as Michael uses his trusty MacBook to open the secret compartment containing the actual hard drive that is Scylla. Tchoop! A little drawer pops open and there it is. "Bet you're wishing you'd framed someone else right about now," Linc snorts, and oh right, wow, that's how this whole freaking thing started, huh? The Vice President's brother's fake death! It's been a long road, folks. Michael puts Scylla into his cute red backpack and they pile into the elevator, calling the General over so it can scan his eyeball and take them up to his office. His now-unarmed thugs can stay down there, but Baldy's coming upstairs with them. They all make themselves comfy in his office as Michael calls to check on Sara. Why the hell would he do that, you might be asking? Well, Sara has a pretty important mission of her own, and of course it's no coincidence that we last saw her sitting on a bench, clutching the secret manila envelope provided by Gretchen, watching Lisa walk by with her entourage. She grins and says she needs five more minutes.
Michael doesn't bother explaining anything, just sits in Baldy's chair and waits, fiddling around with Scylla and scribbling on a sheet of paper. He's hilariously fidgety, bouncing in the big office chair like a 10-year-old waiting for his mom to pick him up from the principal's office. "Is that the desk you sat at when you told Wyatt to kill my son?" Mahone wonders bitterly, and again I'm like, oh right, this General guy is a real bastard, huh? Baldy wonders how exactly they think they're getting out of there, since the whole building is locked down and all. Michael not only doesn't respond, he doesn't even look up from his scribbling. Sucre pours himself a couple of fingers of whiskey from the General's old-school Mad Men style executive wet bar.
Booberella arrives at Gate and sees that something is decidedly amiss. She unlocks the front doors and sneaks in unnoticed by T-Bag and Gretchen, who are busy quibbling about that whole "now what?" issue T-Bag raised earlier. Gretchen tells him to suck it up for ten more minutes so they can get their money. Ha. Yeah, that's not going to work, because Michael won't actually be springing into the Gate office, holding Scylla with a big red bow on top. In fact, he's still relaxing in the General's nice leather chair waiting for Sara to call back. Linc says something about Scylla, how all this seems like overkill just to protect a few phone numbers, and the General scoffs loudly. Who told them that's what Scylla was? Their dad? "Careful," Linc warns, bristling at the mention of Aldo, but Baldy is a button-pusher of the highest caliber and knows he's hit a nerve. In his desk is a photo of a younger Aldo Burrows with a younger but no less bald Baldy, but whatever, we already knew he worked for the company, right? Except the General thinks it's kind of hilarious that Aldo told them he was a data analyst. "There's so much you don't know about the Company," he tells Linc. "About Scylla. About your dad. About your mother." Ding ding ding! Button pushed! Linc goes all LINC SMASH, grabbing Baldy by his designer lapels before Mahone talks him down.
"OLD MAN TEACH LINC HOW GET BALD HEAD SO SHINY!"
Self updates his boss, the mustachioed Homeland Security guy who wanted to shut down Self's little treasure hunt at the beginning of the season. Self says his men are down there right now, and as soon as he has confirmation they've got Scylla he'll bring it back here himself. Herb says nope, take it straight to the Senator's office, he'll have the Attorney General waiting. It's too dangerous to veer from the plan. Self is antsy.
Michael is also antsy. And kind of seizurey. "What is it that you all want?" Baldy finally asks, exasperated. He tells Sucre to just say the word and his little girl's education is paid for. Button pusher! Mahone says he can't just throw cash at them, but he says "Pam needs you now, Alex, you're both still grieving," and damn, what a piece of work this sneaky bastard is. But Mahone, lest we forget, is a complete fucking badass. He doesn't even flinch; in fact he interrupts to ridicule the General's desperation. <3 Badass Mahone. Michael says what they want is the Company in ruins and the General in prison. That does sound like a bit too much to ask, but hey, dream big, Michael. The Company's whole security team is scrambling around the building, and a handful of them are positioned in front of the office door with one of those battering-ram door-breaky-inny things SWAT teams use.
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"To Ironic Foreshadowing...*clink*"....HI-LARIOUS! Great recap per usual!
1 of 1 | Posted by shibaby | Posted on December 2, 2008 7:26 PM