Episode Report Card Sobell: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Out Of The Dust
By Sobell | Season 3 | Episode 10 | Aired on 01.20.2008
We cut to a shirtless Sammy psyching himself up for his pending bout by shadowboxing to a pale imitation of James Brown. Good God, y'all. One of the underlings comes in and points out that Sammy could just use a gun, saying, "You don't have to fight that guy." Sammy stops and says, "It's my farewell tour." Haaaaa. Everyone is snarky in Sona today! I thoroughly approve.
We cut back to the tunnel, where the boys are at an impasse because they really do need the tools to work. Michael decides to pass the time by grilling Whistler on the book, and then flipping through it himself. Whistler tries to downplay the importance of the volume with: "It's just a bunch of numbers and dates." Michael commences quizzing Whistler -- he rents his trawler from Gate Netting Company, "stampede" is his buddy's cape islander -- and Mahone's all, "Things would be so much easier if you'd drop the humble man-of-the-sea act and accept that Michael will regard you with nothing less than a mixture of loathing and contempt." The guys then debate trying to head upstairs with someone still in the room.
We cut to Sammy getting his serenity on with some meditation before heading out to the balcony to pose for the masses. And then we cut to Bellick having a total desperate meltdown because he won't be able to repeat his little acetone trick. He has to be frog-marched to the fight.
T-Bag has already absented himself from the inevitable carnage and gone looking for Lechero. He finds the ex-ruler standing against a wall in a corner of the prison, a knife at the ready. T-Bag goads Lechero into leaving his corner, lest Michael decide to pop up his head at the wrong time, i.e. right when Sammy comes back into the suite, smiling and kicking around Bellick's head as if it were a soccer ball. No Scofield means no escape, so Lechero's like, "Fine."
We cut to Bellick dancing around the circle, horribly conscious of the fact that he's about to take a bigger beating than Walter Mondale in 1984.
The tunnel rats decide to emerge into the suite. The plan is to get the tools and come straight back.
Back to the would-be combatants. Sammy pounds Bellick relentlessly for a while.
The guys continue to creep up the stairs. One of the other thugs -- Cristobal, I think? -- is all, "Hey -- wanna watch the fight, have a beer?" Both Whistler and Mahone are frozen in place before realizing that while it's okay for them to knock back a few brewskis and watch Sammy kill a man with his bare hands, Michael's not invited. They go scrambling back down from whence they came. The thugs commence the chase. While Michael and Mahone make it into the protected hallway Whistler's outside. His crunchy beating is just beginning when we cut to the presumed end of Bellick's.