Episode Report Card Sobell: A | 1 USERS: B+ YOU GRADE IT Where The Wild Things Are
By Sobell | Season 3 | Episode 13 | Aired on 02.17.2008
Then we're back outside in Panama City. The whole point to this scene is to show us that Mahone's managed to make his way to a bar. Also, that he has some hideous creature attached to his head and -- oh, wait. It's a hat. I hate it. Anyway, Mahone orders a club soda. The bar tender tries to make conversation: "What did you do back in the States?" Mahone replies, "I'm in sort of a transitional period right now. In between jobs." The bartender offers his condolences with, "I'm sure something will come up before long" and Mahone replies, "I'm hoping it's right around the corner." The camera zooms back and we see him looking at the bank across the street.
And now, time for Captain Mullet and his goon squad to take Sucre for some fresh-air torture. No, it's not where Terry Gross asks the questions: "Your post-prison work contains some amazing runs of bad luck. What do you think causes that?" Instead, Captain Mullet has begin digging his own grave. If Sucre wants to stop, all he has to do is drop the dime on how to reach Michael. But our boy elects to begin digging.
We cut to the Plaza de Francia, a lovely open-air market area with some tables for café patrons. Susan B. strides across the plaza and sits down at Michael's table. He gives her a ghost of a smile and says, "Hello, Gretchen." (Remember, that's her real name.) She would like to know where Whistler is. Michael's still smirking as he inclines his head. We see Whistler sitting at a table with Linc; neither of the men looks happy about that. Susan B. says, "You know, you're the first to ever break out of Sona." Breaking out of prison is old hat to Michael by this point; he wants to see Sofia and L.J. Susan B. tells one of her goons to bring them out. Then she tells him, "I've worked with a lot of intelligent people in this business, Michael, but you...maybe you wouldn't have to worry about the [One World Conspiracy] trying to kill you if you were on their side. They certainly pay well." Michael's still smirking, but he looks away from Susan B. to see L.J. and Sofia being led into the plaza. He stands up. So does Susan B., who says, "There they are. Give me Whistler and I will give you L.J." Whistler goes to get up and Linc cocks a gun under the table, coolly telling him, "You move, you're dead." We zoom up to the snipers Susan B. has perched on the roof overlooking the plaza, and we see they're focused on Linc's big bald noggin. Michael cocks his head at Linc and the other man gets up and begins walking Whistler out of the plaza -- and out of the sniper's sights.