The General wanders over to give Michael a pep talk. It's 125 degrees in there. Why doesn't he come in and have a chat in the air conditioning? Heatstruck Michael says the General doesn't understand. They can't stop these people. He can't help Michael. Oh, but he can! He decided Lechero's fate and he can decide Michael's. He starts to walk away, but Michael, with remarkable, possibly sunstroke-induced candor, simply says "from the moment I got here, I've been planning my escape." T-Mac sees them opening the sauna and tells the other window-gazers "he's talking!" Whistler is unhappy.
Poor Michael realizes that the truth is pretty ridiculous, but hey, might as well give it a shot while there's a couple of window units pointed at him. "The people who sent the helicopters are the same people who framed my brother." Yeah, even that relatively innocuous statement sounds silly when you say it out loud. The General agrees - he says if this were true, he'd understand Michael's trying to save his nephew's life, and he'd help find LJ, and all would be well, but really? Intercontinental government conspiracies? With helicopters? Michael desperately says it's the truth and it's all he has left to give. The General considers.
Linc walks into the hotel room he now shares with Sucre. He tells Linc they've got Michael in the Redneck Sauna, but it's going to be okay. Linc and his comically large biceps disagree about the "okay" part, and he starts to freak out a little.
I know it looks bad, but a few naked chin-ups might make you feel better. I'm just saying.
T-Bag slithers up to Whistler at the window. Whistler seems to have made friends with Lechero, T-Bag observes. He's acquired a lot of mysterious white guy pals lately. T-Bag doesn't have a problem with Lechero's new playmates, but Sammy does. They both know someone has to get Sammy out of the picture, but Whistler is skeptical. T-Bag has someone in mind for the job - someone who owes him. But if he pulls it off, he wants in the club. Whistler chuckles but ultimately tells him they have a deal, even though T-Bag never really mentions what club, so he's got a huge loophole there. He should probably get something more specific in writing, maybe have it notarized. Instead, though, he just walks out onto the balcony and exchanges the Hairy Eyeball™ with Sammy, who never liked that stumpy little creep Teodoro in the first place.
Linc and Sucre, like any domestic partnership, are arguing about money. In public. Sucre can't quit his job at Sona, on account of that girl he knocked up and all, but if Linc could spare him some cash... Linc tells him he doesn't have any cash, and I've just stopped wondering how he's paying for his hotel room and why he can't just go fish that duffel bag of hundreds out of the water where Kim tossed it seconds before his awesome demise. Anyway, they don't resolve anything, just stalk off their separate ways. Hey, don't go to bed angry, guys. Everybody knows that. But someone's listening to their conversation. Someone who says into his cellphone "Get me Gretchen." Dun!
Back at Sona, the General has done some research and is surprised to find that Michael's crazy story might actually have some truth to it. Surely the guy Michael's supposed to break out can clear this up, right? The General's only been around for this one episode, so he doesn't know that there is a zero percent chance that will solve anything at all, and a pretty high probability of making everything much worse. Michael hesitates, because he's seen this show before, but ultimately gives up Whistler's name after the General promises he'll find LJ.
Whistler, meanwhile, is at the visitation fence getting the third degree from Sofia. He tells her gently that the passport, the apartment, all of that is for the two of them, so they can run off to France like they've always wanted. "How can I believe you?" she pleads tearfully. Before he can answer he's interrupted by a guard and his enormous gun, presumably there to drag him off to the General, so all he can say is "just know that I love you." Sofia does not look especially satisfied with this answer.
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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