Episode Report Card Sobell: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Sarah, Plain And Tall
By Sobell | Season 3 | Episode 4 | Aired on 10.07.2007
Anyway, the scene drags on and Linc does end up having to turn over the real book he took from Sofia, because what is the One World Conspiracy if not nigh unto omnipotent when it's convenient? Linc stomps off as Susan reiterates, "We're just soldiers, Linc. Different armies, but soldiers just the same." Frankly, if I were a member of the U.S. military, I'd be insulted to be put in the same category as Susan B.
Back in Sona, Splenda's playing basketball (bouncing the ball off the wall) while Michael watches. After one such move, Michael comments, "Nice." "I was best in my school," Splenda says. "All girls?" Michael ripostes. Oh my...why, Mr. Scofield, was that a joke? Does this mean that Sona will be dining tonight on the pork that's about to fly through the courtyard? Splenda invites Michael to kiss his ass and makes another "shot," and Michael bets him $20 he can't repeat it. Splenda doesn't make it, and since he's short on cash, Michael shrugs that he'll take the chance to borrow Splenda's not-at-all-real-gold cross. Splenda won't hand it over until he finds out why Michael wants the cross.
Upstairs in Lechero's suite, he and his flunkies are chillaxing. The hooker is with them, looking like she'd rather be doing anything other than watching soccer. She must really hate soccer. And wow, how unfortunate for her, given where she lives. Anyway, Lechero throws a minifit over something, Sister Magdalen (the hooker) drapes herself on him to comfort him, and we switch suddenly to T-Bag, who is watching with a look of near-infatuation on his face. The power dies out right about then. Lechero gets up and curses some more; it's hard to be the king.
And if you're Mahone, it's hard to be going through withdrawal, especially when you insist on watching yourself do so in a nearby mirror. As he looks at himself unraveling, he sees a bloody hand rest on his shoulder. Mahone jumps back, all freaked out, and we see that nobody's there. Well, we all knew he'd be hallucinating. I was just hoping he'd hallucinate something cool, like bats wearing little bowler hats.
Anyway, Michael interrupts Mahone mid-freakout to tell him, "I've been thinking about our little talk, and, ah, you're in." Unbeknownst to either of them, Bellick is eavesdropping nearby. Mahone wants to know what the plan to get out entails, and Michael's all, "Um. I'll get back to you on that...when you get me a black felt-tip pen." He tells Mahone it's for documents that need to be altered. Mahone's on it. Michael adds, "And I'll tell you what else I need. I need you to get your act together. I need you to bring yourself under control, because you're attracting attention and that we don't need." Mahone indignantly quavers that he's under control. Michael whispers patronizingly, "Of course you are."