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Team Scylla goes through job orientation with Don Self and meets this season's likely-to-be-dead-by-the-end-of-May character, Roland. He's an identity thief, so he is, in theory, well-versed in navigating official databases.
The first caper the team has to pull off: find the driver who was ferrying the exec that guards Scylla. Mahone breaks out his powers of observation to help the team determine exactly what sort of guy they're looking for. Within minutes, Roland's pulled records for guys who are ex-military, between 45-55 years old, and pulling down six figures in a private security gig. Mahone fingers the guy, and everyone realizes that swiping a data card from a heavily guarded compound might be tricky. Roland then suggests they use his superduper handheld thingy, which allegedly sucks up all data within a reasonably large radius. You know that somewhere, some aspiring black hat hacker is crying with envy that they're not in government custody following the successful deployment of their massive data-thieving handheld.
Actually, in the episode, Roland's crying in shame because his little gizmo's not working either. At least, it doesn't work on the first go-round, which involves Sucre hitting the car that ferries the Scylla-keeper. So plan B swings into action: Dr. Sara will get the superduper hand thingy into a housekeeper's purse, and the housekeeper will ferry it into the giant mansion where Scylla is kept. Dr. Sara makes the drop, Michael cons the housekeeper into wandering around the house until they can find the signal, and then they download the data. But when Mahone and Bellick lift the housekeeper's purse in order to retrieve the superduper handheld thingy, it's nowhere to be found.
The guys quickly conclude that the housekeeper must have assumed the superduper handheld thingy was her boss's and that it's inside the giant mansion. So Linc decrees that they'll have to go in and get it. Since he and the rest of the gang (ex-Roland) have ample experience breaking into places, it all goes as planned.
Once they get back to the Team Scylla HQ, it turns out they don't have data so much as they have a giant collection of random numbers and letters. Of course. Michael and Sara quickly realize Scylla isn't one card, it's six cards. ["Thanks to Homer for writing the Odyssey so that it could be reference on this show." -- Angel]
Also -- the "I will believe you're dead when I see a body" philosophy pays off: it turns out Gretchen's alive and not-so-well as a tortured prisoner of the One World Conspiracy. Oh lord, it's still too early in the season to get exercised over all the usual Can-they-maybe-not-torture-ONE-lady-on-this-show complaints.
Meanwhile, T-Bag chews a lot of desert scenery in his blood feud quest for Michael. He also chews his former traveling companion. That's right -- T-Bag ends up in the desert thanks to some untrustworthy coyotes, and after his traveling companion dies in a freak accident, T-Bag roasts and eats him. Is there some way that you haven't violated the laws of God and man, T-Bag? Are you planning necrophilia for November sweeps, or will that have to wait until May? Anyway, T-Bag makes it out of the desert and to San Diego, and uses the bird book to find a locker where Whistler had stashed a new fake ID, keys to a safehouse and other miscellaneous things that'll be useful to your man on the run.
Want more? The full recap starts right below!The episode begins with Agent Blots Out the Sun calling General Von Baldy and letting him know that "there's been a complication. Burrows and Scofield have been transferred to --" "I read the report," Von Baldy snipes. We find out that Agent Blots Out the Sun is under the impression that the boys are in a federal penitentiary, and he's made it his mission to find out which one. General Von Baldy orders, "No more updates. Call me when they're dead." Let's hope he doesn't decide to hang out by the phone -- knowing Michael and Lincoln's knack for staying alive, he'll be sitting there a while.
Meanwhile, Team Scylla has landed in Los Angeles and are strolling off the plane all calm and refreshed. (As someone who is writing this recap whilst winging across the country, I can only hope to exit the plane looking as cool and collected as Dr. Sara does.) Don Self says, "People who have escaped from not one but two penitentiaries are considered something of a flight risk. So we need to know where you are and what you're doing at all times. These are GPS ankle monitors. Now step up, take one, and put it on." Lincoln objects. Don Self smacks him down with, "Let's make this clear. I'm your ally, but more importantly, I'm your boss, which means if this fails, it's my ass on the line as much, if not more, than yours. So from this point on, if I ask you to do something, you do it. If I ask you to say something, you say it. If I ask you to put on a monitor, you put on a monitor." Mahone -- who looks so bad, it's as if he rode in coach, in the middle seat, forgot to bring food on board and lost his luggage -- strides forward to take the first monitor. Michael quickly follows suit with the second. The shot is of Lincoln affixing the monitor over his sock-clad ankle. Please don't tell me he's inadvertently doomed himself to wearing the same pair of socks all season. There's a way to get socks on and off underneath the collar, right?
Team Scylla is escorted to what looks to be San Pedro, the port right by Long Beach. Oooh, I hope they have time to go whale-watching while they're there. Don Self continues to explain, "As far as the general public is concerned, you're being detained in a supermax facility somewhere in the United States. So avoiding messy explanations and staying off the One World Conspiracy's radar... you need to keep your head down and your eyes open. You're provided cell phones, toiletries and clothing -- all the basic necessities to get you up and running." The team enters a warehouse-type facility and a nervous-looking Asian guy asks, "You... you patted these guys down before you let them in, because I can't afford to be getting shanked..." Linc only scares the guy further by angrily bellowing, "Who's this?" Meet Roland Glenn, this season's best bet for meeting a grisly and/or stupid death by the end of May 2009. Don Self mentions that Roland's part of Team Scylla whether they like it or not, and Roland's got a similar deal owing to his computer-related crimes. Michael asks, "What about step two -- the break-in?" and Don dismisses this with "You let me worry about step two. You work on finding Scylla."
The team gets started. First order of business: disabuse Roland of any notion that anything he does will not have to be approved by Michael first, including picking a bedroom. Second order of business: watch Lincoln go through his by-now-drearily-standard threats to "settle up" with Mahone once whatever urgent task they have to collaborate on is finished. Mahone, who truly looks as if the only thing keeping him alive is the prospect of extracting revenge upon the One World Conspiracy, is like, "I believe I can accommodate you there." Third order of business: Michael motivates the troops. He says, "Obviously, there's a lot of history in this room -- that's a given. But if we're going to pull this off, it's going to take all of us. We got to work together. So if anyone has a problem, get it out now. You want to clear the air with someone, now's the time." Oh, everyone has problems, but nobody feels like sharing them.
Mahone gets them started on the real task, explaining Whistler's assignment (drop off Scylla to the stereotypical silver-haired embodiment of corruption), and explains that said silver-haired embodiment of corruption is referred to as the "cardholder" and his job is to keep Scylla safe. This guy completely failed at his job! How is he still alive? Anyhoodle, Mahone didn't get a chance to lay eyes on the cardholder, but he did check out the driver. Using his still-sharp FBI observation skills, Mahone narrows down the field of potential guys they're looking at: ex-military, between the ages of 45-55, making six figures and in private security. He figures Don Self can pull tax records using those parameters, which should narrow it down to about 50 people, and from there, Mahone can make a visual ID. "Find the driver, you find the card holder," he says.
And now, it's time for the seemingly-extraneous subplot that can be summed up in a paragraph or less: T-Bag, superpowered survivor that he is, is stranded roughly 60 miles south of the U.S. border, somewhere in the Mexican desert, with his paunchy little assistant guy. The two of them are parched and hungry, and when T-Bag lays down to rest, his inept little buddy attempts to kill him. Naturally, in the melee, said little buddy bashes his head on the side of a rock and ends up dead. There's a thoughtful pause on T-Bag's part... then we cut to him building a fire and settling in for a night of long pig. The day, as he's stumbling around, he comes across two amiable, if stereotypical, SoCal guys who give him a ride to San Diego. (When noticing his gastrointestinal distress, one asks, "Did you eat some bad Mexican?" T-Bag's face as he says, "You could say that" is priceless.) Because T-Bag is not exactly dumb, he's quickly figured out that Whistler had some stuff stashed in a locker at a San Diego bus depot, and he ends his stint in this episode by happily discovering that Whistler had left papers, credit cards and ID. T-Bag's got himself a credit line! And ten bucks says he stays right the heck away from Taco Bell or Chipotle for the ten years.
Back to Team Scylla... Dr. Sara is sitting out on the dock brooding, and Michael's getting broody as he watches her. These two are not exactly in the running for the title of America's Fun Couple. We go to Dr. Sara, who is having inconvenient flashbacks to Gretchen tying her up and torturing her. Ah, Prison Break. It's just not a season if you're not tying up some woman and physically brutalizing her, is it? Anyway, it turns out that Dr. Sara has some moderate anger management issues she needs to resolve, and she does so by pulverizing a few shipping pallets outside.
Inside, Mahone's looking at a sheaf of neatly-formatted DMV records and commenting, "I used to work with Homeland. The FBI would take days to gather this intel." Roland boasts, "The FBI should have hired me, because I could have gotten whatever info you wanted in 25 minutes, tops." We cut to Sucre looking horrified at the prospect of another freakishly smart criminal in his life. He says, "You're a hacker." Michael corrects, "He's an identity thief." Lincoln corrects Michael: "He's a douche." He then terrifies Roland further by ordering him to sit in a corner until he's needed. Roland is only too happy to comply. He's probably worried these guys are going to make him join their freaky little bald cult. (Only Mahone and Dr. Sara have anything resembling visible hair at this point.) Good news, everyone! Mahone's picked out the driver.
We cut to Michael, Linc, Sucre and Mahone staking out a car in a leafy neighborhood. Mahone leans over from the back seat to say to Michael, "You could have left me there, in jail." "Could have or should have?" Michael asks. "Maybe both," Mahone gloomily concludes. "Are you thanking me, Alex?" Michael asks. "I don't know," Mahone says. Michael dismissively tells him not to bother: "You're here because we needed you, not because we wanted you." Mahone visually confirms the driver, and Team Scylla trails him to a wedding cake of a mansion surrounded by jacaranda trees and tons of security. Michael notes, "Motion sensors, alarm systems, armed guards..." "In and out of that place without anybody knowing?" Mahone asks. Linc comments, "You better have one hell of a plan, Michael." Michael gives him a look like, Don't worry -- I have plenty of fresh new skin to tattoo as I brainstorm.
We cut to the team HQ, where Bellick is fretfully noting, "So basically, there's no way to break into the freakin' place!" "Not quickly, not without being seen," Michael says. Bellick asks if they can use the neighbors' places and maybe dig under and up. Sucre looks up, sort of amused that Bellick is now into the B&E racket. Michael vetoes that suggestion -- these mansions are not what anyone would call "close together" -- and Mahone stokes Bellick's panic further by noting that they've got a relatively short window in which to effect this break-in because the "we parked them in supermax" story is only going to hold up for so long. Linc inadvertently makes the suggestion that kicks a plan into motion: "What if we don't have to go in the house?" He reasons that the cardholder -- aka "Stuart" -- may be carrying it on him. Dr. Sara looks up from the records she's perusing to note that Stuart is the CEO of a firm called "Spectroleum," and Mahone says that's basically a guarantee of Stuart's heavy, constant security. Dr. Sara asks, "We've got to get this thing without him knowing that it's gone. So how do we get it off him? I don't know." Roland speaks up: "You don't steal the card. You copy it." Everyone turns to look at him and Roland says, "Oh, now you're interested in what I've got to say, right?"
Sucre says, "Copying would make it harder. Not only would you have to steal it, you'd have to return it, genius." Roland stands up and brandishes a mobile phone: "Only if you don't got me, hombre." He explains that the cellphone-looking gadget he's holding "looks like a cell phone but is really a digital black hole. A wireless hard drive that swallows up any data within ten feet of it... like the account info of anyone at Starbucks with a latte and a laptop. Like the PIN of any credit card used at a gas pump. I can walk out of here and get the identities and financial statements of ten people in ten minutes on a slow day -- with one hand on my junk." Okay, forget what I said in the last recap about the One World Conspiracy having something nicknamed Charybdis. I'm nicknaming this gadget Charybdis for its ability to suck up so much stuff and leave people hosed. Michael's now got something resembling a plan: get Charybdis near the card -- there's that 10-foot radius -- and they'll suck everything off Scylla that way.
We cut to the wedding-cake mansion where Stuart lives(?) and/or works(?), and he's chatting it up with General Von Baldy. The general pushes a slip of paper to him and asks, "Is this number acceptable to you?" Stuart replies, "Ten thousand people?" Yup. Then it is. General Von Baldy says, "Good. Now that you're on board, we can issue the op order today." Then the two click glasses of scotch and plan their Old White Guys In Charge scheme.
Team Scylla is effecting its own scheme: Bellick and Sucre will be tailing the driver, while Michael coordinates with the home base team of Dr. Sara, Mahone and Roland. The young data dipper tells them they'll need to stay in range of Scylla for at least two minutes, and he can't guarantee the exact content or quality of the data, only that some data will be downloaded. Michael watches the driver rip past his car, and cues Sucre. Within seconds, our favorite hard-luck case has swerved out in front of the armored car and managed to get himself rear-ended. Sucre hops out with Charybdis tucked in a pocket, and unleashes a torrent of outraged Spanish on the driver. He pitches a hissy right to the car, but Roland reports, "I got nothing, man. Last time I got this little action, I was dry-humping my way through fifth grade." And his sister's Cabbage Patch doll has never been the same.
Sucre continues his hissy fit until the moment the driver shows his gun and says, "Step away from the vehicle." Then, Sucre switches to perfectly calm English with "It's okay, bro. Just relax. We don't have to get all excited." Oh, but now the driver does, because it's occurred to him that Sucre's trying to run a scam. From the car, Michael watches. When Mahone urges, "Try to get closer to him," Michael snaps, "If he was any closer, he'd be in the car." Nobody puts Papi down while Michael's around! The driver's getting really pissed, but Stuart just wants this whole incident behind him, so he rolls down the window and orders, "Just give the man some money so we can leave." That little tableau played out, Roland's totally humiliated that his gadget didn't work.
We cut to Don Self hanging around a car dealership. When a salesman comes over to ask if he can help, Don just grins. When they're outside, the guy wants to know how Don found him. "I never lost you. The new nose threw me, but..." Don says. The other guy's like, "Skip to the point?" Don establishes for us that the guy used to work for the One World Conspiracy as an economic forecaster, and asks about the secure facilities. The guy snaps, "The last time I helped you, the only thing I got out of it was plastic surgery and a $100,000 paycut. So either you buy one of these exceptional family cars with above-average gas mileage, or you leave me the hell alone." Don name-drops Scylla, and confirms, "Scylla can only be used if it's plugged into a decoder box in one of the facilities. Am I right?" Jasper the used-car salesman warns that Don Self's in danger if he goes down this road: "Your government job won't protect you." Don Self grins, "Then I won't have to get caught."
Michael and Linc are staking out the mansion and musing on the difficult task ahead of them: how to get in the house with Charybdis without being seen. Michael points to the maid leaving the house and says, "We're not. She's going to do it for us."
Night has fallen and Team Scylla is presumably bunked down for the night. Dr. Sara is camping out on the yacht that's tucked into a corner of the hangar-like space. Michael comes on over and asks what she's reading. It's Aldo's note (the one Lincoln was puzzling over in the last episode), and Dr. Sara identifies it as an excerpt of The Odyssey. A doctor and a classics maven! Michael's a lucky, lucky man. She explains, "It's from that chapter in the book where Odysseus is told he has to confront the monster known as Scylla. I could be wrong, but I believe Odysseus is told [that] to continue on his path, to pass Scylla, it will require the sacrifice of six men. His only other alternative is to abandon his path and he... chooses to make the sacrifice." "That's a hell of a choice," Michael says. Yeah, where are six craven cons like Sammy, T-Bag and Lechero when you need them? Michael then tries to give Dr. Sara an out for the day's plan -- something involving a housekeeper -- but she insists she's up for it. She heads off to bed. Michael does not follow her. These two! They make the couples in Merchant-Ivory productions look like the contestants on Rock of Love.
And now we find out how Agent Blocks Out the Sun is narrowing down his search among supermax prisons: by tying up the roommate of a lady who works in federal security and surprising that good woman when she walks in the door. He gives the security pro a choice: either share some data regarding the department of connections, or the roommate gets it.
scene: Dr. Sara's waiting at the bus stop right to maid who works in Stuart's giant and secure mansion. I am sort of incredulous that security-minded Stuart has not thought to A) have live-in help, or B) provide secure transportation for the help. (And the lefty in me is also sort of outraged that Stuart is not paying a sufficient wage to the woman, but why would we expect the One World Conspiracy to actually pay fair market value for domestic work? They're evil, aren't they?) Dr. Sara gets her opening when the maid needs to juggle her coffee cup and her bag whilst looking for her bus pass. As Dr. Sara gets the coffee for the maid, she compliments the lady on her bag. This leads to a conversation where Dr. Sara ruefully says she can never find a good bag for her many belongings. The maid explains, "That's why I love this bag. It has so many pockets." I feel like this is a personal gift to me and my perpetual agita over Dr. Sara's messy handbag issues. As Dr. Sara looks at the bag and its pockets -- EMBRACE THE ORGANIZATION, DR. SARA! IT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!" -- she manages to slip Charybdis into the bag.
We cut to Michael contriving a way to test whether Charybdis is in the bag and if it's picking anything up: he calls the house, and when the maid picks up, he claims to be from the alarm company, and "We've been receiving some strange signals from the property. We'd like you to check all the windows, please. Make sure all the contacts are still active?" It's a big mansion, so who can blame the maid when she asks wearily, "All the windows?" So the maid picks up her purse (?) and goes ahead to check the windows. Roland reports that he's picking up the small stuff, and Michael smoothly talks the maid through each room, asking, "Ma'am, our systems indicate that the malfunction is coming from a room that's an office or a den?" and the maid replies, "You mean the library? Mister doesn't like me going in there." Michael puts the fear into her by saying, "I think he'd like it even less if you went home without properly setting the alarm first, don't you think?" As soon as the maid walks into library, Roland's monitoring software goes nuts. Now, all Michael has to do is stall the maid for two minutes. He does by asking the maid to stay by one specific window and hold it closed while he, ahem, "resets the security system." We have a tense few minutes, and then, the card's downloaded, the maid flees the library, and -- we see her exiting the house, checking her bag, and heading back inside the house. Linc correctly assesses that nothing good can come of that.
Hey! It's the music that used to indicate impending race riots in Fox River, lo those many years ago, and is now used to indicate general scheming and low-grade mayhem. We know something's up when Mahone stands to the maid at the bus stop. She is not reassured by his presence. A second later, Bellick blunders along and grabs the maid's back. Mahone makes a big show of shouting, "Hey! Stop!" and begins chasing the purse-snatcher. But first, he orders the maid to stay put. There's a sham pursuit, then Mahone and Belick duck into some bushes, presumably to pillage that nice, organized bag and find Charybdis. Alas, the device is not in the bag. Mahone returns the bag to its owner with a muttered "son of a bitch!"
We cut to Agent Blocks Out the Sun. He's outside a supermax facility in Texas and his prisoner counts indicate that there are two fewer prisoners than there are supposed to be. He calls up his contact to ask who posted Linc and Michael's bail. Oh, Bruce Bennett -- it was nice knowing you.
We cut to Team Scylla headquarters. Roland is in deep mourning for the loss of his gadget; everyone else is not thrilled that the maid apparently confused Charybdis for her boss's cell phone and left it for him. To further add to the woes: Roland may have copied the data, but he can't read it without Charybdis, so they've got to get that device back. Roland begins shrieking about how he can't exactly whip another one up out of thin air, and Mahone verbally slaps some sense into him by snapping, "Losing it is not the problem. It's them finding it that's the problem. If they find out someone's after the card, we're done." The good news: Roland's calmed down. Now Bellick's having a nutty. Michael shuts everyone down by looking up from his schematic of the Stuart Tuxhorne estate and saying, "It means we're going in to get it."
We cut to Michael standing outside with Don Self and giving him a progress report. Don confirms that indeed, the guys don't have a lot of time. Michael snaps, "If you want us to get that device out of there, you've got to throw us a bone, get us some extra help." Don Self sets him straight: "What you're asking for requires additional people which, given the covert nature of this operation, I cannot do." Michael protests that Don Self is asking for the impossible. Don Self counters that he's asking for competency. I'm asking why Don Self appears to have a bamboo skewer sticking out of his hair. Did Michael call him away from a shish kebab party? Don Self gives the headachy Michael a pep talk: "I didn't choose you to do this because I had you in custody. I chose you to do this because I believed you could pull it off." Michael broods, "There were a lot of people who believed in me in the last few months, Agent Self. Not all of them are alive today."
And now, Lincoln recaps what the situation is for the benefit of those of us with really short attention spans: "The housekeeper saw the device while she was leaving the house. She disappeared back inside the house for fifteen seconds." "So we know wherever it is, it's close to the door?" Dr. Sara asks. They'll go on that assumption, yes. Mahone and Sucre outline the challenges of getting into the Tuxhorne estate with its state-of-the-art security. Bellick astutely -- and glumly -- notes, "It's getting pretty clear why they hired a bunch of cons to do this job. It's not because they wanted it off the books. It's because we're expendable. Who's going to care if a bunch of crooks wind up dead?" Everyone wanders off, leaving Michael alone with Linc at the big table. He says to Linc, "That quote from the Odyssey... I can't shake that line: all that avails is flight. What if flight is our only option, Linc? What if our father, after everything he discovered about the One World Conspiracy, what if that's what he finally realized?" Linc replies, "The one thing I remember most about Dad was the back of his head, always walking out the front door. Always running from something -- Mom, us, himself. But the one thing he never ran away from was his belief that the One World Conspiracy needed to be taken down. And we've got an opportunity to do that." Now that Linc's addressed that complaint, Michael's got a new one. He gestures around at everyone and says, "This is our fight, not theirs." Lincoln points out, "This isn't Fox River. These guys chose to be here. Remember that. They've got a choice."
We cut to a montage of Michael using his big brain to scheme well into the night, and then we see two vehicles pulling out of HQ in the cool half-light of early morning. Linc and Sucre hop out of the SUV and begin scaling a fence near the Tuxhorne mansion. Dr. Sara drives on in a sedan, stopping only long enough to disgorge Michael and Mahone. They also lurk in some bushes.
And then it's caper time: Sucre and Linc somehow manage to get right up to the house. Ah! It's not the Tuxhorne house but the place door. Linc jimmies a side door open and sets off the alarm. The security agents go scampering along, which leaves the other side door comparatively uncovered, so Michael and Mahone head toward that. When Stuart clomps downstairs, he turns off his alarm so he can go outside and see what's going on. Michael and Mahone just waltz on inside. Mahone's quick surveillance of the place is derailed when he sees a framed photo of a little Tuxhorne and his hallucinations rear their head again. This time, he sees the photo of his son (the one that got waterlogged in last season's finale) and just keeps staring. It's up to Michael to collar Charybdis and snap Mahone out of it so the two of them can flee undetected. Everyone manages to get picked up before the security team can catch a bead on them. Caper pulled off!
Because we can't end this episode on a feel-good note, we go to a scene where Bruce Bennett has just come home to Agent Block Out the Sun directing him "Don't turn around, unless you'd like to experience a great deal of pain in an even greater amount of time." He then gets to the point: he wants to know where Michael and Lincoln are. Unfortunately for both of them, Bruce has no idea where the boys are.
Back at HQ, Michael hands Charybdis over to the anxious Roland. But he tasks Linc with keeping Charybdis in sight at all times. Ah, good to see Michael finally developing a little insight into the criminal mind after three seasons. Sucre comes over, all giddy because "we're halfway there." I suspect what's keeping him going is the mental image of showing up on Maricruz and Teresa's doorstep, then crowing, "I'm free, baby! Sit and spin, Teresa!" while simultaneously embracing his daughter and flipping the double bird to his would-be sister-in-law. Sucre wants to know what Michael will do once this is over. He looks over at Dr. Sara and muses, "That's a good question."
We cut to Roland having a freak out: there's a lot of numbers and letters being downloaded, but it all looks like gibberish.
Michael will deal with that in a moment. He's following Dr. Sara outside and is saying, "I was going to come out here and ask you if you wanted to talk some more about what happened in Panama, but I think I already know what you're going to say." Dr. Sara asks, "Why's that?" Michael tells her, "Because you're a little like me. Because you're going to say you're fine, that you can handle it. So, um, I'll just leave it at this. I'm here. Whenever you want to talk, I'm here." Dr. Sara thanks him. Michael walks off, and Dr. Sara says as he goes, "You know, the only thing that kept me alive when I was being held was the thought of being with you." Michael's turned around, all Reeeeally? Do tell me more. Um, I mean, whenever you want to talk. She continues, "But I also knew that if anything happened to me, you would spend the rest of your life blaming yourself and punishing yourself for it, and I can't bear the thought of that." Michael gives her a look like Are you breaking up with me? Dr. Sara concludes, "So can we make a deal right now that we're even? And just wipe the slate clean? And, um, and no guilt and no responsibility. If we're going to be together, I don't want it to be out of a sense of obligation, or even that we should be because of what we've been through. I just want to start over." Michael can do that. He says, "Okay. But does that mean I have to divorce my wife?" Dr. Sara rolls her eyes as she laughs, "You are still married to a Russian stripper." "A) I've been a little busy, and B) I'm pretty sure she was Czech," Michael replies. Ah, levity! It's a good look on these two. So of course, Lincoln has to come along and ruin my good mood by breaking the news that all that capering is only the beginning. Roland explains, "If Scylla was a pizza, all we got's a slice."
Quick cut to everyone hunched around Roland's computer. Roland says, "I don't know how we didn't see that coming -- it makes perfect sense." Mahone adds, "It's like the nuclear launch codes. You don't give all that information to just one person." Sucre wonders how many people have Scylla. Dr. Sara and her classics to the rescue! She hips everyone to Scylla being a six-headed monster. So now we all know: there are five more pieces of Scylla they'll have to find. Near-universal dismay greets this. Michael's headache returns and he wheels away to go deal with it. And by "deal with it," I mean "Have a nosebleed that he, of course, declines to tell his girlfriend the doctor about."
Back at the Bennett place, Agent Blocks Out the Sun is about to teach a lesson in brutal living through chemistry. But before he can finish prepping all his little syringes, his phone rings. In his calm, smooth voice, Agent Blocks Out the Sun says, "I'm busy. I don't care what she looks like. Three tablespoons of water, one of honey. Nothing more. If she knows something about anything that's going on, I'm going to find it."
We cut to a dank interrogation cell in an unnamed location, and a guy holding a jar of honey comes in with a cheery "Rise and shine, bitch. It's breakfast." And who do you think is locked up? Why, it's Gretchen, the worse for wear after a torture session. (Ah, Prison Break, this may be a new record: depictions of two brutalized women in one episode.) So aren't you all glad we all know the rule that if you don't see the body thudding to the ground, it doesn't count as a death on Prison Break? It'll be interesting to see how she returns on the show -- and for how long.
Read the recap of the first part of the season premiere here. Plus, browse our gallery of the most unbelievable moments from the first three seasons.