Meanwhile, at her Eagles and Angels luncheon, Lisa is schmoozing politely when a suspiciously clumsy waiter dumps an entire entrée into her lap. She excuses herself to clean up in the ladies' room, where she looks in the mirror to find Sara right behind her with a gun to her head. "Shhh!" Sara mouths awesomely at her reflection.
Baldy is just about done making offers. He moves to walk out the office door but Linc threatens him with his gun. "And then what, you jump out the 19th floor window? You kill me, you lose your leverage." And right on cue, Michael's phone rings. Speaking of leverage..."It's for you," Michael says, putting the phone on speaker. "It's me," we hear Lisa say. She says Sara will kill her unless he lets Michael and the others go. Baldy hesitates. "Dad?" Lisa pleads pitifully. Dun! Those of you who saw that coming a mile away can pat yourselves on the back, cause I totally didn't, even though it's pretty damn obvious in retrospect. Obviously his is the info Gretchen had for them and it looks like it might pay off. Well played, Prison Break. "You son of a bitch!" Baldy hisses, annoyed that he's been checked and mated once again by this twitchy little smartypants. The General thinks he knows enough about Sara to know she won't kill anyone, but Michael says yeah, maybe three months ago, but this whole thing has changed her like it's changed all of them. He holds up the paper he's been scribbling on and says this is why: it's a list of people who have died because of the Company, and someone who's better at Photoshop than I am can probably read it better, but I think he forgot a few. I guess Bellick doesn't technically count, but Abruzzi and Tweener get shoutouts! "Do you really think your daughter's life is worth any more than theirs?" Michael asks, and the General is forced to relent. He leads them out of the office and past the bewildered guards, unharmed.
Pretty impressive body count, show.
T-Bag and Gretchen are still bickering like an old married couple. T-Bag says Michael either found another way out or they're caught or dead, either way, what the hell do they do now? Theodore Bagwell's wanted for murder and now Cole Pfeiffer is a hostage taker. Booberella sneaks into Mr. White's office where they've herded all the employees and tries to sneak them out, two at a time, while the bad guys are distracted. "I'm leaving," declares poor, stupid, doomed Mr. White, who stupidly, stupidly marches across the office - you know, the one that's made entirely of glass - over the objections of Agent Booberella. Gretchen of course begins indiscriminately blasting the bejeezus out of everything, eventually plugging him in the gut after about 30 rounds. Booberella shouts for them to drop their weapons but they shoot their way out the front door. Damn, Mr. White, what the hell?
Lisa, meanwhile, is trying to bond with Sara. "I can't imagine what you've been through." Oh, shut up. "You need to realize that Scofield and Burrows are bad men," she says, and Sara actually smirks. Heh. Her entourage is getting concerned, but after some gentle prodding from Sara's gun she shouts through the door that she's fine, just soaking her skirt, nothing to see here. Sara is a total badass, sticking to her guns literally and figuratively through all the girly guilty mindgames Lisa tries on her. The General leads Team Justice out to the armored car they had waiting for Scylla, warning Michael that they have people in the FBI, Secret Service, everywhere - he'll never see them coming. Michael reminds him that once Scylla is in the right hands it will all be out in the open and then everyone will see them coming. Baldy's parting shot is a doozy: he tells Linc Aldo wasn't a pencil pusher, he was an executioner, and now the men he trained will be coming after them. Youch.
In the parking garage, T-Bag is still furious with Gretchen, saying he could have talked to Mr. White. Aw, poor T-Bag, he found himself a vocation and a mentor, then watched his crazy partner blow holes in his torso before he got his first paycheck. They wipe their guns down and throw them away, at which point Gretchen turns another gun on an exhausted and freaked out T-Bag. "You CAN'T be serious," he says, incredulously and hilariously. He's the only thing linking her to that crime scene, so she has no choice. Agent Booberella's car screeches through before Gretchen can pull the trigger, sending Gretchen running. She corners T-Bag and taking him into custody.
Yeah, you really, really should have gone on that cruise.
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Comments (1)
"To Ironic Foreshadowing...*clink*"....HI-LARIOUS! Great recap per usual!
1 of 1 | Posted by shibaby | Posted on December 2, 2008 7:26 PM