Episode Report Card Sobell: A- | 1 USERS: B YOU GRADE IT The Brief Wondrous Life of Cole Pfeiffer
By Sobell | Season 4 | Episode 14 | Aired on 12.08.2008
Okay, now we're back to T-Bag, who has trussed Ralph and is now trying to question him. Ralph's sticking to his story -- the Church of the Holy Trinity sent him. T-Bag shouts, "Liar" and wallops Ralph. Appalled, Rita shouts, "Are you out of your mind? You are beating up a Bible salesman." Rita, focus more on the second word, less on the first. T-Bag shouts, "I ain't Scofield, I ain't Burrows, this ain't my life, leave me alone!" Ralph blubbers. Rita loudly inquires, "Look at him! Does he look like some kind of undercover agent to you?" Rita, not every conspiracy stooge is going to be rocking your sister's crazy eyes and flawless personal style. T-Bag makes the same point, more or less, with, "They blend in. That's how they get you."
Rita continues making Ralph's case by going through his wallet (since a vast global conspiracy would never, ever go to the trouble of establishing covers for its agents), but T-Bag's hung up on the military academy ring. As he prepares to shoot Ralph in the forehead, the alleged Bible salesman sobs, "I didn't go to [the military academy]. It's my kid brother's ring. He died in Bagdhad last year. It was a car bomb, I swear." Rita implores T-Bag, "Listen to me: That makes sense. That made sense." T-Bag pulls back the gun and shouts to the room, "We're not going nowhere! Not 'til I get a phone call!"
For a dive hotel, the Fauntleroy's got an extraordinarily nice privet hedge. Dr. Sara and Sucre stroll right by it and into the lobby, which is filled with nodding-out transients. The clerk, who is behind a heavy sheet of Plexiglass, tells Dr. Sara, "It's $25 for the hour," and it takes $200 in "tips" before the clerk gives up the information on Gretchen's room number (308). Sucre gives the guy an extra-annoyed look before leaving, and the clerk calls out, "No urinating in the stairwell! That's the golden rule!" His standards are low, but he's sticking to them, by gum.
Dr. Sara calls Michael to give him and Linc the location of the room, and we see that the brothers are preparing to set up their improvisational smoke bomb delivery device on a rooftop opposite the hotel. Inside the hotel, Don Self is not earning extra points with Vykin regarding his rude and peremptory phone manners. We see Vykin pinch the bridge of his nose in the universal sign of exasperation, and he finally says, "Listen to me, you mook. You're in the deep end of the pool now. At least act like you can swim. And the next time you call, I better talk to Gretchen." Don blusters, "You listen to me. The next time you call, it better be because the money's ready." Gretchen is sitting on the bed, looking as though the only thing keeping her going is the thought of using Don Self's head as a soccer ball. No sooner does Don hang up than the room phone rings. The clerk laconically shares the news that a man and woman were asking around for them, and "I thought you should know." Don slams down the phone and tells Gretchen, "Scofield found us." "How?" she asks, but Don has no time for examining flaws in his plans -- he wants to dispatch her to take them out. We cut back to the clerk and learn that Linc had paid him to make that call. As Linc moves toward the stairs, the precious, non-urine-soaked stairs, the clerk hollers, "I don't want no trouble in my place!"