Episode Report Card Mr. Sobell: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Mama's Family
By Mr. Sobell | Season 4 | Episode 17 | Aired on 04.17.2009
Meanwhile, outside Vinny's Pizza of central Arizona ("Pizza so good, you'll go on the lam for it!"), Michael and Dr. Sara emerge, extra-large Flyin' Hawaiian in hand, to resume their cross-country jaunt. They've got 2,500 miles to go, and Michael apparently plans to spend the vast majority of it pouting about Linc's deal with The Company. "Michael, he took the Company's deal to save your life," Sara tells him. "And for what it's worth, I would have done the same." "Then you'd be wrong, too," Michael grumbles. Well, this is going to be a fun car ride. It's also going to be an extremely breezy one, because no sooner do Michael and Sara get into their car then someone -- presumably, an inexperienced Company sniper -- shoots out their windshield. Michael and Sarah flee on foot. For God's sake, don't forget your pizza! It's loaded with toppings!
Credits. You'll be happy to know the show is still called Prison Break and not Byzantine, Unending Global Conspiracy Caper Show. Maybe they're saving that for the DVD title.
Michael and Sara have used the opening credits to keep running, while their incompetent pursuer keeps shooting and missing. They eventually manage to give him the slip by running into an RV park, and the gunman's expression is all, "Stupid RVs. They consume precious fossil fuels and they allow my targets to make a clean getaway."
Back in Miami, The Gang That Couldn't Retrieve Scylla Straight is reviewing its options in a post-Succeed-Or-We'll-Murder-Everyone-You-Hold-Dear universe. T-Bag, in particular, wonders why Don Self seems somewhat blasé about the imminent threat of his loved one(s) being turned into steak tartar. "My momma, his son, his wife," says T-Bag, gesturing around the table. "We don't even know who they got on you." Don Self suggests that maybe it's because it's none of T-Bag's business. But before we can turn this awkward exchange into a corporate-retreat team building exercise ("All right, tell everyone your name, specialty, and who The Company will kill should you fail to follow orders..."), Mahone reports that he's discovered the name of the outfit that supplies the keys they picked up off of Dead Stooge. The keys themselves are so complex -- each key has a computer chip that sends out a signal to open its lock -- that Mahone figures there's probably a database somewhere that lists where each of these magical locks are located. The keys costs $500 each; "You only spend that kind of money if you're protecting something of vital importance," Don Self observes. Or if you're a spendthrift. [Or a technology fetishist. Imagine getting turned on every time you open your front door! - Zach] Team Scylla is going to go with Don's theory, however, reasoning that if they find the locks that these keys open, they just might find Scylla.