Episode Report Card Sobell: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT It's Hard Out There For A Linc …
By Sobell | Season 4 | Episode 7 | Aired on 10.06.2008
Across town, it turns out that Andy's also facing a career change -- or rather, he's learning that he will be facing a career change as Gretchen dictates his resignation letter. She makes him sign, and as Andy pleads to be let go, T-Bag comes over to gloat, "And you wonder how I got to be the top salesman in the northeast region. Poor Andy is reduced to whimpering apologies as Bellick and Trisha look on, and then Gretchen has to make everything even more awkward by strangling Andy with a length of wire. T-Bag gives Gretchen an appraising look. She meets his eyes, refusing to back down, even as the desperate, off-camera thumps of Andy's struggling legs get weaker. Oh, so these two will either end up kissing each other or killing each other by the end of the season.
Wait, scratch that -- T-Bag has to get over his desperate hate-crush on Michael first. He shows Scofield into the GATE office while nattering about how he shed his incestuous white trash roots and Michael gives him the kind of look that suggests he had neither the time nor the patience for Faulkerian psychodrama in any of his undergrad lit classes. They head into T-Bag's office, and Michael correctly identifies the small anteroom that's Whistler's point of entry. "That's a closet," T-Bag says. "No, it's not," Michael replies. The two head inside.
Back in Las Vegas, Scuderi has bellied up to the bar and proven tremendously immune to the bikini-clad Dr. Sara's advances. The bartender tells her, "Don't take it personal: you're not his type. Right before you sat down, he asked me if I liked to party."
Cut to Sucre in the hotel suite, looking super-pissed and saying, "Absolutely not! No way!" Roland helpfully advances the cause with, "Bro come on, take one for the team. Maricruz will never know." You can imagine how well this argument is received. Linc is like, It is two minutes of your life in a hotel room, but Sucre's very concerned about how much can happen in two minutes. Roland advises him, "Just play hard to get and, you know, let him nuzzle you a little bit --" and then he stops because Sucre has murder in his eyes and Roland has some vestigial survival instincts. Linc is like, "Yes, it's deplorable that we're looking at you like a cheap sex object, but unless you have any better ideas -- which, I can confidently assert, you won't because you're still hanging with us four seasons into our foolish schemes, despite the mayhem we've sucked you into -- well, then, smart guy, it looks like someone's going to get a chance to see whether his milkshake brings all the conspiracy goons to the yard."