Retchin yanks a blindfolded Linc from the car. They're outside the kind of shack one might, for example, keep hostages in. She says this is a favor to him after what happened yesterday. Oh right! When last we saw her, Susan was avoiding answering General Baldy's "you totally fucked up our cool escape attempt and we have people killed for way, way less" phone call. Presumably she survived the night? And kept her job? Go figure. Anyway, she tells Linc this is incentive, and he's got one minute. So of course the door opens to reveal LJ, who is totally freaking adorable in his well-worn "white T shirt and duct tape" ensemble. Linc hugs him and it's all sweet and everything, but Linc's eyes are darting around the room. LJ warns him not to try anything - they follow Linc everywhere he goes, and also, that bitch is crazy. She cut off Sara's head, he says. He closed his eyes but he heard it. This makes me want to punch the writers in the face. I mean, the "head in a box as a warning" thing is trite and clichéd and a silly way to get rid of Michael's primary motivation, but okay, fine. But who beheads people with knives as like, a means of death? You do that after they're dead, and you do it with a hacksaw and a blue tarp you keep in a duffel bag. This girl is the worst Kellerman ever.
Whistler greets Mahone as he's shoved into the yard. "Looks like things didn't go so well," Mahone observes, noting that Whistler should be gone by now. "So should you," he responds. Whistler says it's not over yet, and he feels bad for Michael but there is a way out without him. He gives Mahone his word that he won't leave without him. Aww. Lechero watches their intimate little chat with narrowed eyes. Bellick asks T-Bag if he's seen what they've done with Michael, out there in that "redneck sauna." "Wonder if he's got a tattoo to get out of that one!" T-Bag snarks merrily. Ha. Bellick has seen Michael up there whispering with Lechero and knows he's got to be cooking something up. T-Bag swears he knows nothing of it. It is at this point that Bellick does that thing where he manages to be a smartass at the exact wrong time. Some guy is puking in the yard, and he says something about too many cocktails. Another guy, I think perhaps the one who was beating puking guy up, thus initiating the puking in the first place, tells Bellick to clean it up. Bellick says that's not in his job description anymore. We've probably seen this guy before, but you'd think I'd remember the Tibetan Monk/ Latrell Sprewell/ John Travolta In That Terrible Scientology Movie thing he's got going with his hair. He tells Bellick that things have changed, he better do what he's told. Bellick ignores the threat and shoves the guy, who finds himself stepping right in the aforementioned puke. Uh oh! I smell chicken foot!
Michael still hasn't taken his shirt off, but he's handcuffed, so okay, fine. He's feeling around, trying to find a way out of his redneck sauna, but the woozy video effects tell us he's getting dizzy.
Sucre hops off a bus at that same ornate concrete staircase where Linc had his Sara-head-flashback-induced breakdown not so long ago. The smuggler guy is there waiting for him, and suggests he sneak this box into Sona for the totally reasonable salary of zero thousand dollars. Sucre is like, "um, no." But smuggler guy's handgun says "oh yes you will!" As Sucre checks in to work, he overhears the General telling one of the guards to bring this thimble of water to the prisoner, and Sucre offers to do it for him. Michael takes the water but tells Sucre to go away and not come back. "We all have to quit sometime." Sucre says nope, not after everything that's happened, but Michael has reached Mahoney levels of hopelessness and dismisses him sadly.
"OMG I miss you so much, Papi!"
Lechero and Whistler are in the escape tunnel, quibbling about Whistler's helicopter stunt and trying to dig upwards. It's not going very well. "We need the engineer," Lechero declares. He and Whistler sneak back up to the penthouse, narrowly avoiding Sammy, but T-Bag spots Whistler darting off. He ponders this, doing that tongue rolling thing that has given me the heebiest of jeebies since season one.
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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