Testimonials

So T-Bag, you'll recall, is on to Booberella. She's in with Self and he knows it, but he needs a little more proof. He tries offering her money to take her jacket off, but he gets to $1k without a bite, which proves to him that she isn't the money-hungry little skank she's pretending to be, and she's probably hiding something under her huge blazer. Mr. White calls him in to let him know that his little speech yesterday made them $35k in one afternoon. T-Bag is visibly proud, in spite of himself, and I am reminded of little baby T-Bag, the smart kid stuck in that serial-killer-factory of a hillbilly shack he shared with his crazy serial-killer-factory of a dad. Poor Teddy, never had a chance, but maybe this is it! White says there's this cruise he usually goes on, usually takes in $50k in commission in a week, but this year he thinks Cole's the man for the job. Oh, but it leaves this afternoon. T-Bag weighs it out in his mind: $50k sure thing, or $125million, much less sure and with no shuffleboard or free all-night buffet. It's a tough call and the various emotions bubbling just below the surface, like being proud of himself for the very first time ever, are heartbreaking, but he turns down the offer. Oh, Theodore. I have a feeling you're going to regret that. Also, Robert Knepper. If I ever have a zillion dollars, I will pay Robert Knepper and William Fichtner to just sit around my house emoting at my command. "You! Give me 'proud but ashamed but conflicted and tempted and trying to hide all of it'! And you, I want 'grieving but determined and pensive but focused!'"

Wild guess: Which one of these people has the brain tumor?

And speaking of Mahone, they're trying to figure out how to fool the temperature sensors into letting them cross the room without sounding the alarm, and Mahone says liquid nitrogen should cancel out any body heat. Sara runs off to fetch some, and Mahone has a little heart-to-heart with Michael about a colleague who had liver cancer, and like Michael, the hardest part for him was leaving his work behind. "Lemme guess," Michael says, in the most self-aware dialog in the history of this show, "he had a ragtag band of criminals ready to pick up the slack." Ha! And I'll forgive Michael here for being kind of a dick to Mahone when he's being all sincere and chummy, because in addition to the brain tumor and threat of prison, that was really funny coming from stoic steely-eyed Michael. It's funny cause it's true! Mahone thinks so too, and he promises Michael they won't let him down.

T-Bag tells Gretchen that he's sure Booberella is with the Feds. She agrees it's a complication and he mocks her understatement, asking if her failure to get the General's card counts as a "setback." Poor little Teddy Bagwell comes to the surface again as he tells her how much he's giving up for this - "I have a job! I get mail! people call me 'sir'!" She says T-Bag wouldn't last in this world, but he says Cole Pfeiffer would. Meanwhile, Feng, the Chinese gangster who's their buyer, is loading giant pallets of cash into a van. $125million takes up an awful lot of cubic footage, huh, but I guess these kinds of transactions don't really go down in the form of a money order or a Target gift card.

Sucre, Mahone and Linc are being all manly and crafty, using power tools and bolts and um, umbrellas, to put together their break-in kit. Michael meets with Self outside, who tells him that Gretchen couldn't get the card. They need that card, dammit, and every scenario Michael's come up with ends with a gun to someone's head and that is not acceptable. Self does have something for Michael from Gretchen though. It's in a small manila envelope and we don't get to see it yet. Self's phone rings - it's Booberella letting him know that Feng just showed up. Meanwhile, Gretchen explains to Feng that they've hit a little bump in the road, so to ensure the item's safe recovery, they need his help. Booberella, are your ears burning?

You don't give the Heimlich for a hypothalamic tumor! What the hell kind of doctor are you?

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