Episode Report Card Sobell: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Madame Evil's administration -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 19 | Aired on 03.04.2007
This is when Mahone finally makes it to their floor -- not at all winded, so whatever workout he's doing, I want to do too, if it means I can sprint ten flights without sucking wind once. Within short order, he's kicked in the door to the room. Dr. Sara's rolled under the bed. Gun drawn, Mahone patrols the room. He notices that there's a mobile phone adapter on the floor. The light bulb goes on over his head and he quickly glances under the bed. We switch to Dr. Sara under the bed, and she watches his shoes pace away. There's the slam of a door, and Dr. Sara lifts the bed skirt right as I'm yelling at the TV, "You fool! He's only tricking you into thinking he's gone!"
She pushes her bag out, soon follows suit -- and wow, does that angle demonstrate that indeed, Sarah Wayne Callies is expecting -- then stands up. Then, proving she's learned very little during her brief tenure as a fugitive, Dr. Sara does not grab the table lamp as a weapon and confirm that the suite is empty. Instead, she pops open her mobile and goes to dial, and as she rounds the corner, she runs right into the barrel of Mahone's gun. Mahone orders her to sit down.
Credits and commercials. Hey, didn't Michael used to have tattoos? Whatever happened to those?
Back to the hotel room. The previously calm and deliberative Mahone is now all twitchy. His words tumble over one another as he asks, "When were they here, five minutes, ten minutes ago?" Dr. Sara lies, "They were never here." Still speaking at 78 rpm, Mahone insists, "No, no, no, they were here, I know they were here! Where did they go?" I refuse to believe this is just adrenaline after bagging his quarry. Dr. Sara tells him she doesn't know; Mahone believes otherwise. Dr. Sara says, "He decided it was for the best, and I couldn't... take this anymore." Mahone asks if it's over. Dr. Sara says it is. He presses, "It's over like the time you flew to New Mexico, on that dead woman's ID to meet up with him? Or maybe it's over like the time that you met up and got back together at that train station in Evansville. Or maybe it's over like the day, today, when you checked into this hotel two hours ago. Which one is it like?" They begin yelling at each other, and after Mahone shouts, "No phone call, like he's not going to call you?" Dr. Sara slaps her mobile on the table. Mahone says, "Don't lie to me. You don't want to do that." Dr. Sara watches him with wide eyes.
And now we cut to Mexico City, Mexico, where Bellick and T-Bag's flight has just landed. T-Bag -- or would that be "Doctor" T-Bag? -- heads down to the baggage claim to seize his bag. I... am going to pretend that he's actually got to switch airlines or something, because otherwise, wouldn't his bag just be marked for Bangkok and he'd cool his heels in the airport cantina between flights? Sound good? Anyway, T-Bag sees his bag roll by. Unfortunately, it happens to roll by Bellick, who doesn't recognize it at all. Frankly, were I to have been robbed of a duffel bag full of money by my Cleveland-Steamer-loving ex-compadre, the exact make and model would be seared on my retinas forever, or until I had found the bag again. Instead, Bellick leans over to (politely) ask a young lady something, and she manages the international sign for "radiating disgust from every pore" as she replies, "No habla Ingles." T-Bag nervously watches the bag pass by Bellick on the carousel and head back into the baggage-handling area before it swings around again. He quickly ducks back there to fetch his bag, and things quickly get ridiculous. Long story short: T-Bag must use his superpowers to beat the living crap out of the employee who's all, "Hey... you don't belong back here," and after the ensuing scuffle, he's forced to flee without the bag.