"Only my icy blue glare can save me from the nightmarish heat of Death By Saran Wrap™!"
So okay, everybody up to speed? With the scary Panamanian prison and the chicken foot deathmatches and the heads in boxes and the possibly shady Australians that sound like they're from London? If not, you should take a few days off and catch up here. Otherwise, off we go with the 5-episode miniseason Fox might as well have called "Oh Thank Christ, We Have A Few Episodes Left Over From Fall So We Don't Have To Show American Idol 7 Days A Week, At Least For Another Month Or So!"
3.09 Boxed In. We pick up where they left us in the fall, with Michael being led out of Sona. There were two escape attempts in the last couple of days, and Michael is a person of interest, given his reputation as an escape attempter and all. Lechero and T-Bag watch longingly as he and his carefully applied sweat stain are carted away across No Man's Land. Our goateed friend the Colonel has been replaced by a General (upgrade!), who doesn't even have so much as a soul patch, although I guess those are some pretty nice sideburns. He's the one who's supposed to find out what the hell all that was, with the goddamn helicopters and machine guns and whatnot. Seriously, he implores to Michael, what the hell? Michael, truthfully as it turns out, tells him he doesn't know who sent the helicopters or why. The General doesn't believe him, so he shoves Michael into this weird little saran wrap cage in the middle of No Man's Land. Apparently, if Michael doesn't cooperate, he will be steamed like so much broccolini. Lechero, watching from his window, says "he's finished." And sure enough, that carefully applied sweat stain is growing at an alarming rate. He slides to the ground. Take your shirt off! You can't even give us tattoos in a heatstroke situation, people?
A bandaged Linc walks out of a hospital with Sofia. She wants to believe everything James says, but that's really hard to do once you've discovered a secret apartment with secret passports and secret identities and shredded documents and hot squinty annoying women purring vague threats at you. Linc doesn't especially care - he's just interested in getting Whistler out of Sona, which is what he's been trying to do every single day for his own reasons. She's thanking him for all his help when Retchin pulls up and growls at him to get in the car, and Sofia's like, oh hey, there's that hot squinty annoying woman again! Linc grudgingly obliges, and Retchin warns Sofia again that it might be in her best interest to just go home.
Gah, Mahone looks like crap. He's getting dropped off at Sona, again, and Agent Lang tells him he doesn't deserve to be here. He says that all things considered, yeah, he probably does. She gives him a coin she says belonged to her dad - it kept him safe in the mines every day till he retired. He tries to decline but she does that thing where she says "Give it to me when you get out," when she really means "Byebye, Lucky Coin! You had a good run!" She gets all huggy and he's all resigned and sad and hollow-eyed, and honestly, how many more levels of "totally fucking broken" does William Fichtner have? He's still wearing his Sure Thing Just A Formality Court Hearing suit as he's marched up to the prison right past Michael, and they exchange steely-eyed glares. They've missed each other. Also, I look forward to seeing that suit for the next few episodes.
Mahone: Sadly resigned to his fate? Or drinking in the glorious sight of the hot sweaty nemesis he feared he may never see again?
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Comments (1)
you know, it looks like they're trying to reel Mahone back into good-guy territory, which i appreciate.
however, i am disappointed that we won't get to see the fight between Sammy the Sona Slayer and "Crazy Pills" Mahone.
1 of 1 | Posted by josef | Posted on January 19, 2008 4:44 PM