Testimonials

Mahone calls Michael and tells him Wyatt tracked him down, and don't bother trying to help, it's over for him. His goose, she is cooked. Poor Mahone's goose has been cooked so many times it's almost certainly burnt beyond recognition. He's on like his third or fourth goose. He says earnestly that he won't rat them out, but he begs Michael to kill Wyatt for him, then call Pam and tell her he's dead. Michael promises, and Mahone is relieved and resigned to his fate, but Michael is obviously troubled.

Gretchen is on the phone, saying "I'm his wife. I'm still in shock. I'll be there this afternoon." Sis doesn't even wait for her to hang up before asking "who are you?" Gretchen blows off Sis's attempts at any heartfelt conversation and just says she has to go. "So you're not here to take her?" Sis asks tearfully. "If I was capable of being her mother, I wouldn't have given you custody." Dun! Gretchen's Compelling Backstory™ gets compellingier! Gretchen, who has completely ignored the child until now, tells little Emily she loves her. She kisses her on the forehead, and it looks for all the world like she's taking a bite out of it.

"BRRRAAAAAIIIIINNNNS!"

Self has some sort of backstory too, incidentally. Or maybe he just has a boring wife who looks like Rachael Ray with a cheesier, nose-scrunchier grin, and no, I did not think such a thing was possible. So far she's just some nice lady who left him a voicemail from the grocery store. She's making pork chops, you guys! Fascinating!

So the Black SUV of Justice pulls up to some kind of power supply/substation thingy somewhere in downtown LA. Linc helps Michael attach jumper cables to the innards, presumably to go through with their "we can't cut the power so let's double it" plan for Cardholder #5. Meanwhile, Mahone is scooted into a courtroom with a bunch of other pathetically morose petty criminals. His eyes dart around, looking for Wyatt. The background music is a distractingly hilarious hybrid of the Prison Break theme and the theme from The People's Court. Like, complete with those bongo sounds. Wyatt finally walks in and makes "dude, you do not even KNOW how freaking dead you are" eyes at Mahone before calmly taking a seat.

T-Bag is still poking around that storage closet, banging on walls, looking for hollow spots, when Andy barges in saying he's found a few more inconsistencies in Mr. Pfeiffer's records, and his entire sales history is kind of starting to look a lot like fraud. Booberella, whose cleavage has taken the day off for Rosh Hashanah, watches anxiously as Andy tells T-Bag to be in his office in ten minutes to explain everything, otherwise he's calling the authorities. Ruh roh. T-Bag has an unpleasant history with Authorities in general. He jumps up, hurriedly wiping surfaces down, and I guess that's one advantage of the whole rubber hand thing, is 50% fewer fingerprints. And he's outta there!

Gretchen is at the coroner's office, identifying her husband Gary Miller, AKA James Whistler, from autopsy photos. The perfectly nice coroner guy tells her he can't release Mr. Miller's personal items without proof that they were married, so she punches him in the face and slams his head into his desk a couple of times. Well, that would be an alternative method, sure. She digs around in file cabinets till she finds Whistler's stuff, specifically, his phone. He's got a voicemail but it's just the apartment lady confirming his place is ready, so who knows if that's important or not, I can never tell with this show.

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