Episode Report Card Sobell: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Some poor Mexican hooker -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 20 | Aired on 03.18.2007
Commercials. It wasn't until I bought a house that I actually paid attention to commercials like the Roto-Rooter ones. And it wasn't until the pipes under my sink burst when I was on vacation, thus flooding the house, that I actually went into whimpering flashbacks thanks to commercials like the Roto-Rooter ones.
We're back to Mahone. He's all jazzed up about the possibility that the late Ms. Scofield's grave may have been incorporated into the escape plan. He tells one flunky to track down the grave. The guy asks, "Then what?" Mahone gives him a withering look before matter-of-factly replying, "Then see if she's buried." He and Lang hustle into his office. Mahone's jabbering on about Panama, reasoning, "When we found [Michael's] hard drive, it was filled with information about Central America, Panama in particular." Lang points out that Michael knows Mahone has his old hard drive, and reasons, "The guy's got all kinds of hubris, but he's smart enough to stay out of a country where he knows you'll be waiting for him." Mahone replies, "Unless there's something there that he needs. Or someone."
Then we bop down to Panama. It -- or whatever reasonable facsimile the show has chosen to use -- is gorgeous. Michael is too broody to enjoy the scenery. Lincoln is not. He is practically grinning as he reaches over and tells Michael, "Last time I was on a bus like this, I was heading to Fox River. This country's amazing! It's beautiful!" Then he asks what a smell is and Michael says, in a tone that maligns all of Musa acuminata, "Bananas." He also allows as to how Linc might be smelling sugar cane, and adds in a glum tone, "That's Panama's biggest exports [sic]." Linc tries to josh Michael out of his mood with, "You've been talking about Panama and bumpy bus rides since we broke out, and now that we're actually doing it --" "She should have been here with us," Michael says. Ha! How much do I love that Scofield's all hung up on a girl?
And now we have the scene at the Hotel Cielo Lindo where the poor maid gets to discover the dead hooker in the bathtub. T-Bag has left the wig behind as a tip. That hardly constitutes fair tipping, in my opinion.
We flash back to Chicago, where Lang is telling Mahone that there's no connection between Christina Rose Scofield and the fair nation of Panama. However, she says, "There are 38 listings of Christina Rose in various combinations of first name, middle and last name." Mahone decides that Lang should then cross-reference those with the number 617 and see what turns up in Panama. He adds, "If anybody pops, call the Embassy and get them to send an officer and pick up the woman for questioning." Lang says, "I don't think we can just arrest a foreign citizen without any --" "Patriot Act, Agent Lang. I could arrest your grandmother for missing a stitch in her macramé if I wanted to," Mahone says, without missing a beat. Yes -- because when Congress voted that hinky little bill into law, they were fully intending that crazy FBI agents use it to police the quality of textile handicrafts. (Makes me glad I live in one of the districts whose representative voted against it. Viva the irregular macramé!)