Episode Report Card Sobell: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT A Girl Named Disaster
By Sobell | Season 3 | Episode 9 | Aired on 01.13.2008
Inside the prison, Splenda tells Whistler, "He's talking...you can't get out of the box any other way." Whistler looks deeply irritated as a surprisingly non-sweaty Scofield is led inside. Well, seriously, he looks remarkably good for someone who was cooking in high temperatures for an extended period. You'd think his shirt would at least be soaked through. I bet the only reason it's not is because then there would have to be tattoo makeup. (Not that I'm bitter...)
We then go to a moderately amusing shot of a window-unit air conditioner going full blast, with Michael parked underneath it. Poor Michael then begins to explain the One World Conspiracy to General Zavala, who is not buying one word of it. He all but says, "So let me get this straight: some vast and shadowy network framed your brother for murder, conspired to throw you into a second prison to break another inmate out, got impatient, and brought in the 2nd Airborne instead? Really? Pull the other one -- it has bells on it." Michael frets that the One World Conspiracy is real, they have L.J., and "I could be putting his life in danger as we speak." Zavala slowly says, "If what you told me true, you could be saving him." Awww, that's sort of sweet. "I'd call my troops in order to search for the boy immediately. But this story is fiction." Awww, that's not so sweet. Zavala seems like a very complicated man. Michael breaks down: "It's true. It's what you want and it's the only thing I have left to give. Please. His name is L.J. He's only 16 years old." We get an unintentionally hilarious shot of Zavala looking uncomfortable, all, I hate this part of the interrogation when the begging starts.
Meanwhile, on the outside...Linc walks into his hotel room and his nostrils are immediately wooed by the scent of fine, pricey cigars. He notes that they're pricey, and Sucre shrugs that someone gave them to him. Linc is all, "O RLY?" and the two of them have a heated little conversation about how Sucre is running things into the prison -- Linc is anti-job and Sucre is pro-cash. He plays the baby card, saying, "Maricruz doesn't have insurance, all right?" Hands up, all of you who remember how she was from the schwanky part of town. Now hands up if you think that a relatively well-heeled girl from a close-knit family is not likely to be lacking medical care if she's expecting. Now put your hands down so you can continue to scroll through the recap. Anyway, Sucre changes the subject by sharing the news about Michael's solitary confinement. Lincoln looks ready to kill someone. Then he collapses to the couch, admitting, "I don't know what to do, man. All this is falling apart."
We transition from Linc's staring face to Whistler's. T-Bag drapes himself over Whistler's shoulders -- and who can blame him? -- and asks, "What you looking at?" "The view," Whistler says shortly, shaking off his new accessory. T-Bag is undaunted; he chases after Whistler, chattering, "I can't help but notice you and Lechero makin' friends. He's been hanging out with a lot of white boys lately." Whistler would like to know if T-Bag has a problem with that. He would have back in Season One. However, here in Season Three, T-Bag's immediate problem is Sammy, so he's trying to manipulate Whistler into eliminating Sammy. However, Whistler didn't stay alive for this long because he's dumb; he notes cannily, "There aren't many men in Sona that'll take on Sammy." T-Bag rebuts, "I have one particular man in mind. A man who owes me. But if I pull through, I'm in the club, guaranteed, you'll see to it." Things are not looking up for Mahone, are they? Whistler chuckles mirthlessly and agrees to the deal. The two men shake on it.