The General confronts Whistler with Michael's story, but Whistler's all "who, me? Heavens no! I haven't the faintest idea!" The General is not in the mood. He knows it's all true, he just needs to know who's in charge on the outside. After a few attempts to drag Retchin's name out of Whistler, he has a big scary chair type device brought into the interrogation room. This chair looks like it can probably be very persuasive in these sorts of situations, especially because it comes with a rag, a bucket, and a hose. Looks like Panama has its own rich tradition of waterboarding. How topical!
Mahone and his suit are watching a soccer match in the yard when T-Bag approaches with his offer. "It involves you, a chicken foot, and a guy who's got it coming." Heh. If Mahone could just get Sammy in the ring and do that neat FBI neck-snapping thing then T-Bag will cover all of his "medical expenses." Mahone is on the verge of tears, and T-Bag says he'll give him some time to think about it. "You're the best cock in the fight." He whispers. Huh huh. "Don't let me down."
"If my commanding Ricardo Montelban baritone doesn't break you, my magnificent nostrils will!"
Wikipedia tells me that CIA agents who volunteer to undergo waterboarding last about 14 seconds. Whistler, in a remarkable but not entirely unexpected display of pussitude, lasts zero. All they do is recline the chair back and he admits to working with Scofield, but won't admit there's anyone else involved. The General drags Whistler out and sits him on the bench next to Michael, who's sitting under the exact same world map I used to have in my kitchen. The General is a member of the National Geographic Society! Anyway, Whistler won't confirm Michael's story, but Michael has a trump card: "Ask him about that woman he's been meeting with." Whistler's all "it's not what you think!" but Michael doesn't care - he just knows Whistler knows her name, and the fact he's not admitting it makes him look pretty dirty. He finally relents: "Gretchen Morgan."
Speaking of Retchin, she cozies up to Sucre at the same bar she met Linc. Which was like last week. Damn, these are some busy people. Anyway, she has a proposition for him: Linc causes more problems than he solves, and she'll give Sucre fifty grand to stick around for awhile and be her mole. Sucre is tortured and says he doesn't know. Retchin wrinkles her nose in a way that is almost charming and says she thinks he does.
Whistler doesn't have any more information on Retchin, like how to find her in this huge city. But Michael knows how. He'll just need to borrow a phone please. He calls Linc, tells him everything's fine, and hurriedly asks when and where he's meeting her next. Why, he's off to meet her in an hour, as a matter of fact, at the Garfield Price Building. (On the subject of Garfield, I have only this to say.) Michael wants Linc to give her a message: Everything's going as planned. Linc is confused and annoyed but gets nothing else out of Michael.
In the yard, we see Sammy surreptitiously retrieving a package from a crate of vegetables. Bellick slips into his cell, and I'll give you six guesses what chicken part is on his bed. It is not, in fact, a tangy delicious Buffalo Wing, but the Foot of Doom, thrown down by Hair Extensions Guy, who has been waiting around for this moment so he can glare menacingly at a scared-shitless Bellick. Man, Scared Shitless Bellick always makes me angry because dammit, I refuse to feel sorry for him, but he's such a sad sack loser that I am always tempted to. "Stumpy, wait your turn, man!" Sammy scolds T-Bag as Bellick rushes into the penthouse to plead his case, which, ha, stumpy. Anyway, Sammy tells Bellick tough shit, the foot is down, the fight goes on. Lechero overhears this and wonders when Sammy decided he had that kind of authority. Probably right around when the Colonel totally emasculated you in front of your entire prison regime, would be my guess. "It's not your place" he tells Sammy. "Well maybe it should be," Sammy replies. Oooh, that right there is a more chicken-foot-worthy gesture than Bellick's.
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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