Lisa's posse eventually breaks into the ladies' room to find her bound and gagged. She says Sara can't have gotten far. We see the good doctor paying off the clumsy waiter and scurrying off. Michael et al take the armored vehicle to the airport. He and Linc take the red backpack inside while Sucre and Mahone run off to lay low and wait to hear from him. Of course the Company has them in their sights. They follow Michael and Linc and the $125 million backpack through the airport. Once Michael spots them, he texts Mahone, "NOW," and he and Linc stand in the security line. Mahone calls the police, saying he's an off duty cop who just saw something in the airport that they're definitely going to want to check out. The head company thug confronts Michael and Linc, demanding they hand over the bag or else. He says Michael should know by now they'll do pretty much anything to get Scylla, including shooting them both right there in public. Michael hands over the bag with a sad puppy dog face, saying this isn't over, but before Thuggy can even turn around, he's being approached by 6-8 uniformed military personnel of some kind, asking the gentleman holding the suspicious backpack to please come with them. Ha! Oh, show. Whenever I start to doubt you, you pull out seventeen clever twists in a row and I'm all yours again. And it's not even finished! They take Thuggy into one of the security rooms and ask him to empty his bag, which he is understandably reluctant to do, but when he finally does, guess what? It's a copy of All's Well That Ends Well. Double ha! Oh man, the General is so going to have your ass for being too gloaty to actually look inside the bag. Awesome. (Also, spoiler alert: Not looking inside of stuff before you take it is kind of a theme tonight.)
Meanwhile, Self calls Mahone, who confirms that yeah, they've got it. Sucre pulls Scylla out from where it's been hidden under his waistband all this time. Agent Booberella is waiting in a scrapyard somewhere, presumably to meet up with Self. T-Bag is handcuffed in the back of her car. "So you knew who I was the whole time?" he asks her. Yeah, she read his file. "But what if you hadn't?" he asks pitifully. "Would you have believed I was Cole Pfeiffer? Stellar salesman? Talented speaker?" Oh, poor T-Bag, and yay Robert Knepper making me feel sorry for him. I hope they paid you well for that crappy Transporter movie, Robert Knepper! Buy yourself something nice! She says he had a lot of people fooled until he pulled a machine gun on them. He figures what they said at Gate was true - we're all prisoners of our own identities, living in prisons of our own creation. Or, you know, some of us kind of forfeit our chances at a bright future in seminar sales by being a psychopath pervert who murders people in cold blood. That's another perspective.
"Please accept (but do not in any way examine or verify the contents of) this Manila Envelope Of Freedom on behalf of the Department of Homeland Security! USA! USA!"
Okay, so whew, yay everything's fine! Self shows up to collect Scylla and everyone's happy and the music swells and he hands them their release papers in a big manila envelope, and it looks pretty thin to me, but what do I know about Homeland Security transfer papers? They should all be proud of their service to their country, and he's totally going to call an ambulance for that whole pesky tumor thingy Michael has going on, and yay! At this point I'm still not sure what's going to go wrong, although the stupid Fox promo monkeys have given me a pretty decent idea. All I'm thinking is that Michael Rapaport is kind of phoning it in here with all these cheesy speeches. (Note: He is not.)
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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