Baldy is slouched despondently in his big smooshy chair. "What are your orders?" Thuggy asks. "I don't know," the big scary General mumbles pitifully.
"To ironic foreshadowing!" **clink!**
So Self pulls up at the scrapyard where Agent Booberella is waiting for him. He shows her Scylla, and she oohs and ahhs over it for a few seconds. He sees T-Bag and she tells him Gretchen got away, and he asks her if they said anything else about it, like who else might have bid on it. Because you know. He wants to get as many indictments out of this as he can, he says, not very convincingly. She says Bagwell will talk once they offer him a deal.
The mood is not especially festive in the Warehouse of Mission Accomplished. Everyone's antsy, looking at watches and noticing it's been longer than the promised half hour but the alleged convoy of awesome Victory Vans (presumably Hummer Limos equipped with overpriced champagne) have not yet arrived. At Sara's request, Michael calls Self to check on that ambulance, and oh dear. It rings and rings. Now why wouldn't he answer? Oh, because it's not a working number. Creeping dread visibly washes over the A Team.
So hey, what's up with that? Surely it's a misunderstanding! Perhaps Booberella is a double agent! "You did really good on this one," Self is telling her. "Aha!" you may think to yourself, when she casually asks to take a closer look at Scylla. "It is obvious that she is trying to sabotage his mission and steal Scylla for herself, but good will triumph over evil!" Self reaches into the car. "I'm sorry," he says, and god dammit, here it comes, just like that. He turns around and shoots her in the gut. Damn! Like, he didn't just put her out of her misery because she knew too much, he's going to make her bleed out and breathe her own blood and lie there dying miserably for possibly hours. Dude! When someone turns out evil on this show, they turn out really fucking evil.
And so (presumably) ends Booberella Deathwatch 2008, a scant two episodes after it began. You served your country well, all three of you.
Finally, Michael the Genius decides to take a look inside the Manila Envelope of American Justice. Oh man. He didn't even bother forging any papers. He didn't even print out TPS reports or steal some Homeland Security stationery or anything. It's blank printer paper. Everyone just stares. Ugh, heartbreaking.
Damn you, show! I felt guilty after this episode, because you know, these fictional characters only exist because I and others like me continue to watch. If we'd stopped watching earlier, they wouldn't have to be fucked over so royally every few weeks. If we'd stopped watching after season 2, Sara and Michael could have spent this Thanksgiving over at Bruce Bennett's house with Sucre and Maricruzzzz and little baby whatever-her-name-is and Bellick and Pam and Alex and Cameron Mahone! Oh god, I'm so sorry for continuing to ruin your lives so thoroughly, people who don't exist!
Sigh. So it looks like Self will be hitting up T-Bag and Gretchen for another buyer, since Booberella killed the old one. And what, is Sara going to have to watch a few instructional videos on YouTube and do Michael's surgery herself? In the back of a stolen car, hiding from cops AND Company? Oh man. This is gonna be rough.
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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