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Big Poppa Linc brings it early and often in this episode -- from telling Bellick to put up or shut up, to scaring the hell out of T-Bag with a well-placed LINCOLN SMASH, to later counseling Bellick after he stabbed a creepy henchman in the middle of a cop convention. (By the way: T-Bag aces his intro at GATE mere minutes later; truly, he has the nerves of an assassin and the cool blood of a rattlesnake in deep freeze.)
This week's to-do: tracking down a second keyholder to the Turkish consulate. There's a moment of embarrassing sexism -- they assume the diplomat is the cardholder when, in fact, it's his wife -- but Michael quickly figures it out. In order to get to the cardholder, Lisa, they have to attend an "Eagles and Angels" benefit. Sounds fabulous, right? No -- the benefit honors law enforcement personnel, so our handful of high-profile cons has to rub elbows with a couple hundred people who would normally be tripping over one another to turn them in. So the boys break into a warehouse and steal some police uniforms, then go hang out at this benefit. Boo! Hiss! I want them all in tuxes, like in a James Bond flick. Is that too much to ask?
There is some tension over whether or not the guys can get the second Scylla card fully downloaded, but that dead body of Linc's manages to come in handy in keeping Lisa the cardholder around long enough for Michael to deploy Charybdis.
Dr. Sara finds out about Bruce's death. She does not take it well. In fact, she spends much of the hour slowly falling off the wagon. Fortunately for her, she found the one bartender in Los Angeles who wants to talk her out of drinking. Also, she sits to a barfly that steals the Bruce Bennett credit card she had on her, and within seconds, Agent Blots Out the Sun has tracked her down to the bar. Once again, the bartender does Dr. Sara a solid. (God, I hope we don't begin the episode with that bartender's body floating in the San Pedro harbor.)
Don Self is not taking news of Bruce's death well, either because it means that the One World Conspiracy is on to them -- and his discovery of what Agent Blots Out the Sun has done to his former man-on-the-inside, Jasper, only confirms his fears. Since Agent Blots Out the Sun manages to follow Dr. Sara anyway, it looks like everyone's about to be introduced to a new brand of fear in week's episode.
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Want more? The full recap starts right below!I feel like I should open this recap with a warning and apology: I am currently in the grips of some death flu, so anything I write may or may not be the product of drug cross-reaction or a spiking fever. You've been warned. If I break into stanzas describing a stately pleasure dome, just assume it's the delirium and/or Robitussin and move on.
So let's get this recap started. The episode begins with Dr. Sara standing outside the Team Scylla warehouse, watching a yacht move down the shipping channel. Michael comes on out and after commenting on the status of the footage he shot with his phone (it's grainy), he notices the yacht and asks Dr. Sara if she's ever been on one. She has, but that was back in her drinkin' days, so she has no recollection of it. Michael wryly comments that there aren't a lot of yachts where he's from; he does not add that spending eighteen months holed up in your apartment planning a prison break can cut into your time on the marina. Dr. Sara says, "I always wanted to live on one. I thought it'd be kind of nice to have the ocean as my front yard." Michael makes an expansive gesture and says facetiously, "The ocean is your front yard!" Either I'm hallucinating from the surfeit of guafinesin in my system or Michael just cracked a joke. Michael asks what's wrong with the yacht she's currently bunking on, and that leads to the two of them agreeing to drop it in the water and sail it away one day.
Then Sucre appears in a jealous rage because nobody steals his man Michael to summon Michael. There's a fuzzy image of a license plate, courtesy of the footage on the phone, and within moments, Michael, Mahone and Dr. Sara have surmised that it's a diplomatic plate. While they're prevailing upon Roland to try and clarify the image, Bellick blathers on about the six Ps: prior planning prevents piss-poor performance. Sucre sneers, "Why don't you quit shaking your ass and say what's on your mind?" It turns out that Bellick's already assumed they'll get all the cards (reasonable, given what he knows about Michael) and is now fretting about the breaking-in portion of the mission. Everyone is like, "Let's worry about that later, hmmm?" and they return to fretting about the here and now. Within seconds, the blurry flag's been identified as Turkish and Michael's raring to head to the Turkish consulate in Los Angeles. While Roland pulls up this show's version of that website I just linked to and introduces us to Turkish Consul Erol Tabak, Linc takes the opportunity to whack Bellick on the back and instruct him to get with the program. Anyway, the scene ends with the guys deciding to stake out Mr. Tabak, Dr. Sara deciding to give the phone-shot video the Zapruder treatment, and our lovebirds promising each other "one day."
We then get a shot of Marina del Rey, and transition to T-Bag, who's psyching himself up to be Cole Pfeiffer. He kisses the bird book for luck, tucks it into his suit jacket pocket, and gives a salute to the mirror, firing off the correct spelling of his new last name: "P-f-e-i-f-f-e-r." See, T-Bag, this could have been prevented if you just read The Phantom Tollbooth, because the illustrations by Jules Pfeiffer would have become indelibly engraved upon your memory. Also, it might have prevented that spree-killing thing that keeps landing you in trouble. Alas, for want of a decent children's library...
So Lincoln (driver), Mahone (shotgun), Michael and Sucre (both backseat) are busy sitting outside the consulate with Charybdis, and Sucre makes a little conversation by asking what diplomats usually do. Mahone replies, "Not a whole lot, but they park anywhere they want." The guys roll forward right as Mr. Tabak gets out of the car, and Roland calls to let them know they're copying the card. Then Mrs. Tabak gets out of the car, to Lincoln's tremendous approval, kisses her husband, and walks off. We cut to Roland noticing the copy levels dropping to zero, and he passes on the bad news to the guys. Linc asks, "How did we lose it? We're right to him." This is when Michael realizes that Erol Tabak isn't the card holder; his wife is. Before the guys can absorb this, Linc and Mahone decide it's time for the guys to take off, as there's a creepy bald henchman looking right at them. What is it with this show and its aversion to hair? Surely Roland's do isn't sucking up the entire hairdresser budget.
Back at Scylla HQ, Dr. Sara's hard at work on the video footage, so Roland takes the opportunity to sidle over to Bellick and say, "You know what we got in common, right? We both live in the real world, as opposed to these other knuckleheads. So that whole 'prior planning' thing you were talking about? If you've got something on your mind and no one else is interested, you just run it by me, okay?" He goes to knuckle-bump Bellick, but Bellick can't be having with coded terrorist gestures, so he lets Roland hang.
Don Self picks that moment to call Dr. Sara and try to break the news that Bruce Bennett has been killed. Dr. Sara's grief is such that it exiles her to the one-paragraph plot. There will be more on that later.
We then cut to Mrs. Tabak entering her office, where General Von Baldy has been waiting. He greets her with, "Lisa!" and I preen, because if ingesting startling amounts of pseudoephedrine has done anything for me, it's unlocked my secret yearning to get a shout-out on this show. Perhaps giving a minion of pure evil my first name is the writers' way of saying 'hello'! Or perhaps they're trying to evoke parallels between this lady and Queen Noor, a.k.a. the former Lisa Halaby. But whatever the reason, Von Baldy appears to have a soft spot for this particular cardholder. He also tells her, "The value of the kip is at 10. When it reaches 15, I'll let you know. You'll have to leave immediately." Lisa would like to go now, but Von Baldy reminds her she's on the hook for a charity function and she must keep up appearances. Although Von Baldy is nothing if not courtly when talking to Lisa, she is a little short with him. This only appears to act as catnip to General Von Baldy.
We then cut to our away team lurking in the courtyard that's conveniently placed outside the consulate, and when Lisa appears, Sucre prepares to spring into action. But Mahone stops him, pointing out that Lisa's surrounded by three guys in suits forming a triangle around her. It's as if she's reversed the genders on a Robert Palmer video, which Lisa may well have done, but really, those three guys are also One World Conspiracy goons meant to keep anyone away from her. "We're not getting near anyone today," Mahone concludes. The One World Conspiracy squad walks out of view, and who should pop into Linc's line of sight just then but T-Bag? The look on Linc's face when he realizes what he's seeing is a hilarious blend of resignation and irritation. I like how he's not even surprised anymore. T-Bag, on the other hand, looks like he's about to soil his shorts. And when Michael and Linc begin sprinting across the plaza to get to T-Bag, the one-handed ex-con does not run toward them, screaming like a man with a blood vendetta. He flees.
We get a footrace -- T-Bag has the sense to ditch the bird book in a bank of impatiens as he runs -- and he hides behind a kiosk to catch his breath. When T-Bag peers around a corner, he discovers that he's looking right into Linc's face. "Hey, Teddy," Linc says calmly before slamming T-Bag into the kiosk wall. T-Bag gasps out, "If it ain't the Brothers Grim." Oh, good one. But I personally would have gone with "the Brothers McSullen." Lincoln does a few LINCOLN SMASHes, and yet T-Bag manages to whine about being left behind in Panama. Michael has no time for this; he just wants the bird book. T-Bag feigns ignorance and Linc asks -- probably for the first time in his life -- with great desire, "Where's the book?" T-Bag is like, "I am sure I'd be delighted to answer your query once you explain to that security guard why you're manhandling me." The brothers reluctantly let T-Bag go. Linc gives T-Bag a punch in the kidneys as a parting gift, but T-Bag soon recovers, and he skips off to find the bird book before resuming his new life as Cole Pfeiffer.
Agent Blots Out the Sun calls General Von Baldy to share the news that he's in Los Angeles, preparing to hunt down Dr. Sara. General Von Baldy says, "I ask for the knights, you're chasing a pawn. She's irrelevant." "Not to Scofield. If anyone knows what rock he's hiding under, it's her," Agent Blots Out the Sun says. Von Baldy asks if Gretchen knows anything. Agent Blots Out the Sun replies dismissively that "I question the merit of keeping her alive." Von Baldy insists that Gretchen knows something. We see Agent Blots Out the Sun rolling his eyes, but before he can work up a righteous snit, General Von Baldy mentions something about "a former employee looking into Scylla." And that is how we all learn that Jasper the car salesman is not long for this world.
Back at Team Scylla HQ, the guys break the news to Bellick that T-Bag's in town, and Michael says, "It's not where he is, but what he's doing. He blew this whole thing for all of us." He then goes to talk to Dr. Sara on her boat.
Cut to Dr. Sara saying, "It's my fault that he's dead." Michael tries, "It's not --" "We both know that it is!" Dr. Sara says. Then she reaches the recriminations portion of events. Michael cuts that short with "Bruce chose to help you. The One World Conspiracy killed him, not you." Dr. Sara's in no mood to listen to logic right now.
We then cut to T-Bag, who is preparing for his intro to the wonderful world of GATE. He walks into the company lobby, gives the receptionist the once over to determine that indeed, she is wearing the kind of lingerie that lets her use her amped-up cleavage as a tray in case her hands are full, then proceeds to charm her. The receptionist passes along two messages for Cole from a Mr. Xing. T-Bag then cross-references the messages against an international phone number in the bird book.
Back to Michael, who calls Don Self for more information on the Bruce situation. After confirming that indeed, there is no way it was suicide (didn't the gunshot come from the back of the head? That alone should rule it out.), Don Self asks Michael if Bruce knew where Team Scylla was, because if he did, so does the One World Conspiracy. Michael picks that moment to get shirty about whether or not Don's got any information regarding phase II of the operation, and Don assures him he's got Jasper on it. Oh, Don. This is not going to be your episode. Michael then fills Don Self in on T-Bag and the bird book, and adds, "Mahone thinks this book contains a plan for the break-in." This is definitely not Don Self's episode.
Downstairs, Mahone's reading off a profile on Lisa Tabak -- she's a logistician for a nonprofit think tank when she's not the handmaiden to unspeakable evil -- and Linc snaps, "The only thing I want to know about this chick is her schedule -- what she's doing, where she's going --" "We may not have that kind of time," Sucre breaks in, before Linc can add, "What kind of underwear she wears." Sucre is the only one who noticed the suitcase. Good eyes, papi! There's some brainstorming about where Lisa's headed, and then Roland says, "If she's going anywhere, it's on a red eye... Lisa Tabak is being honored at this charity shindig downtown... she's the top donor at an organization called Eagles and Angels." Michael's plan to just crash the charity shindig suddenly got tougher, as Mahone says, "Eagles and Angels? When a police officer dies in the line of duty, he's an eagle. The ones he leaves behind are angels. That's a benefit for the Association of Law Enforcement. If you're going to get near her, it's going to be with about half the cops in L.A." We cut to Michael rolling his eyes and wondering, Can't anything be easy? Just this once?
We cut to Jasper calling Don Self. It's a tense conversation, as Don Self is wound a little tightly owing to the Bruce Bennett death, and Jasper's wound a little tightly owing to his phone lines probably being tapped by the One World Conspiracy. It turns out that Jasper does know where the card decoder is (please tell me it's named Odysseus). Don Self tells him to chill out, as he's coming to get him. Unfortunately, we cut to Agent Blots Out the Sun in a car, and it looks like he's about to beat Don Self to the door.
We cut to Linc, Sucre and Mahone breaking into a storage cage in Scylla HQ, liberating a giant speaker, and prying up two of the subwoofers or tweeters or whatever the hell those giant, dish-shaped things are. I have no idea; my knowledge of stereo systems begins and ends with the words "iPod" and "earbuds." The guys need the amplifier thingies. up: a list of the stuff they need, per Bellick. Sucre asks, alarmed, "You mean we gotta steal them?" "It's the one thing we can't get at a store, so yes, we've got to steal them," Michael replies. I am sure we are all on tenterhooks at the prospect of finding out what the mysterious "they" are. Or perhaps it's just another mucous geyser building up steam in my sinuses. I get the two confused. Before Michael heads off to steal whatever it is he's stealing, he checks on Dr. Sara. She's calmer, but that's no real indication of anything.
Meanwhile, T-Bag is meeting his new coworkers, including a rival GATE salesman named Andy. He gets the bad news that his bonus check is waiting on his boss's return from a business trip to San Francisco -- "Don't call it 'Frisco' -- they hate that up there!" T-Bag chirps ingratiatingly -- and then it's just T-Bag and Andy. The other man apologizes for not setting up Cole's office for a disabled person, and T-Bag slaps his prosthetic down on Andy's shoulder with, "I like to think of myself as handi-capable." Andy is suitably creeped out. He's also piqued that "Cole" had managed to score a corner office, but T-Bag says, "When you believe in GATE like I do, it ain't that hard to sell." Once Andy leaves, T-Bag flips through the bird book and confirms that indeed, the corner office has the address "122-B," per Whistler's plan.
We cut to Don Self discovering that Agent Blots Out the Sun has already been by to visit Jasper. The man works efficiently. I wonder if Agent Blots Out the Sun has read the The Four Hour Workweek? Because he certainly seems to be living it.
We cut to Sucre, Linc and Michael breaking into what turns out to be a police uniforms warehouse. They use the stereo whoosiwhatses to muck up the security cameras while they're breaking in, and before anyone can say "To serve and protect," we flash to the guys at a benefit, all dressed up like police officers. It will be a miracle if Lincoln doesn't get made within the first ten minutes they're there, he looks so uncomfortable. But otherwise -- looking good, Mahone!
Michael heads over to Lisa Tabak's place at the table and slaps Charybdis under the table, the better to suck up all the information on the card. After he finishes, he runs into a policeman, and the other guy tries to be friendly with, "Where do you work out of?" Michael ducks the question by feigning tears and whispering, "That's one of my guys up there." The other guy's all, Ohhhh, awwwwwwwwkward! and drifts off. Michael goes to call Dr. Sara, but she's not answering her phone right now.
The benefit kicks off with a moment of silence for the fallen policemen; the three members of Team Scylla who are in the hall (Mahone, Linc and Michael) all reflect on the people they've lost. Mahone flashes back to the moment when he got that photo of Cameron while in Sona, whilst Michael and Linc both think about burying their father after he got killed by Mahone. Then we see that bald guy who made them before the credits is back, and he's right to Lisa Tabak. And -- bad news -- the bald henchman just made Linc again. Linc says quietly, "I've been made, guys. I'll be right back. Just get the card copied." He drifts off, and Michael calls Roland to confirm that they're copying the card. Right at that moment, General Von Baldy calls to tell Lisa "The kip's at 15." Looks like she's about to take a trip! Too bad Charybdis has only gobbled up 45% of the card.
We'll get back to that. Right now, Linc's leading the bald henchman away from the crowd. He calls Bellick in the getaway car to let him know: "I've been made. Meet me out back." Bellick tells Sucre to drive, while Linc prepares for the inevitable LINCOLN SMASH moment. Unfortunately, the bald stooge has a gun, so Linc's at a temporary disadvantage. And when the stooge slams him against the wall, announces that he works for the One World Conspiracy, and asks if Linc has any last words, it appears that Linc may end up with a permanent disadvantage. But then Bellick appears and stabs the goon in the ribs with a screwdriver. This is enough of a distraction for Linc to wrest himself free and finish the job. Bellick is distraught. Linc keeps a little more of his cool and calls Michael to tell him, "We got a problem. I just killed one of the guards."
Meanwhile, inside, Michael and Mahone watch Lisa prepare to leave, their unease mounting with every goodbye she makes. (Roland is back at HQ, moaning over the stopped copying.) Michael finally tells Mahone they're going to have to retrieve Charybdis. He fields the call from Linc (the one referred to above), and Michael says they don't have the card yet. "Do what you gotta do -- we've got to move the body," Linc says. But Michael has just hatched a Lisa-delaying plan. "Let them find the body. And wait for Mahone," he orders, then hangs up on Linc's incredulous "WHAT?"
We'll all be waiting, as it's time to see how badly Gretchen has been treated by Agent Blots Out the Sun. Hint: pretty badly. He's not happy that she is not privy to the secret inner workings of the Scofieldian mind, but really, who amongst us mere mortals could bear to endure the baroque and multidimensional splendor doubtlessly contained within Michael's shaved noggin? Agent Blots Out the Sun's interrogation is interrupted by the buzz of his mobile phone, and the only thing that keeps the voice on the other end alive is the useful information it's imparting about Bruce Bennett's credit card and its use in San Pedro, California. When he leaves, we zoom back to Gretchen, who is using her bloody fingers to dig splinters into the wooden block upon which she's sitting. Oh, this is going to get good.
Michael's Lisa-delaying plan comes to fruition. Mahone stops the One World Conspiracy goons by breaking the news about their freshly-fallen colleague, and asks another goon to come with him with, "You need to come with me. No one's leaving here until we make an ID." Then Michael -- a.k.a. "Officer Mathers" -- agrees to wait with Lisa Tabak. Since Michael's got that poker-faced sobriety schtick down, he makes a convincing police officer, and he delays Lisa long enough for Roland to confirm that he's got the card. While Lisa's making small talk with Michael, she has to break it to him that his nose is bleeding. She watches him intently, and when Michael gets the confirmation text, then abruptly dismisses Lisa, her curiosity is fully piqued. But the goons hustle her off to her flight before she can follow up.
When the away team pulls back in, Roland greets them by screaming, "Look out, guys! It's the pigs! Run!" Oh, the shades of Tweener are strong in that one. Linc tells Roland to cram it, thereby fulfilling the episodic requirement for Roland abuse, then hands over Charybdis. We establish that Dr. Sara's not around (more on that below), and then Bellick launches into the hand-wringing with "What are we going to do? Someone must have seen us!" Don Self's disembodied voice floats out with, "Don't worry. It's handled." Don Self has superpowers? Awesome.
Then we see Don Self, and my hopes that this show has evolved into a supernatural crime caper are cruelly dashed. But just imagine the possibilities! Michael as Mento The Amazing Mind, able to craft complex schemes and move things with telekinesis! Linc, transformed into a being of pure stone, adding an extra dimension of mayhem to LINCOLN SMASH! Sucre as a master thief, composed entirely of sugar and able to shapeshift -- so long as he's nowhere near water! Mahone as a twitchy dude who can shoot lightning bolts from his fingertips! And the disembodied head of Don Self floating behind them as a sidekick to their hijinks and antics! This is either the most glorious reinvention of a show ever, or the idea of chasing Nyquil with gin wasn't as sound as I thought.
We cut to some poor sucker breaking the news about the dead stooge to General Von Baldy. The general's all, "Politically motivated?" "Possibly an Armenian," says the poor guy. He continues, "Tip came into LAPD. The assailant thought the consul was at the event, Lisa's bodyguard got in the way." General Von Baldy is concerned only about Lisa making her flight. Surely the One World Conspiracy's vast tentacles of evil have penetrated every facet of the American aviation industry? There's no possible other explanation for why so many security lines are clogged with clueless dolts. They can manage to delay a flight until Lisa's on it. We then cut to General Von Baldy looking at a piece of currency -- perhaps Laotian? -- and contemplating how his nefarious plans are about to cause the banks to collapse in that country, or something. Perhaps he's merely reflecting on how awesome it was when the One World Conspiracy created, then popped the American housing bubble.
Back at Scylla HQ, Michael heads up to a catwalk for a tete a tete with Don Self. The agent breaks the news about Jasper and how the knowledge about the card-reader location was resting in Jasper's brain, and that is now resting on the floor of an apartment. Michael offers his condolences and adds, "First Bennett and now your guy, huh?" Don Self voices the fear that the One World Conspiracy is closing in on his little side project, then breaks the news that with Jasper dead, he's got no idea where the location for this thing is. Michael says, "We keep moving forward, Agent Self, no matter what." Don Self sighs and assents, then adds, "Regardless of what happens, I... I like your style, Scofield." He leaves, and Michael's look is a mix between annoyance and confusion. Did he just make a pass at me?
The receptionist and her tray of cleavage slink into T-Bag's office to ask if he needs anything. T-Bag grins and tells her, "I'm all right, little lady." Oh, honey, you need to go home, buy a nice bateau-neck sweater or two, and look outside the office for your date. T-Bag then ponders the book and asks, "What was your plan, Mr. Whistler? What was your plan?"
His plan probably didn't include getting Mr. Xing killed, but that's what is happening some 3000 miles to the east. Xing's executed by an angry Asian bald guy ("So. You don't have Scylla.") and it looks like we now have another group in play for the darn card. The angry bald guy (again -- what is with this show and its tonsorial austerity?) decides that he's feeling better now that he's vented himself with a few well-placed stabs to someone else's kidneys. He's going to Disneyland! Or, to be more accurate, he's going to Los Angeles.
Back at Scylla HQ, Sucre's pinning up a picture of Lisa and crowing, "Number two down. On to number three." Linc asks if Roland picked up anything off Lisa's phones, and it looks like he did, but he quickly closes all the windows and lies about not getting anything. Linc then comes over to Bellick and quietly thanks him for what he did with the goon. Bellick, who looks a little shattered, doesn't say anything.
Mahone comes over to Roland, notices Roland's reflexive wince, then says quietly, "I need you to do something for me. I'm looking for the man who killed my son." This grabs Roland's attention. He quietly asks, "What do you need?" Mahone hands over the police report, which has a sketch of Agent Blots Out the Sun, and says brokenly, "I need you to get into the FBI database and find a profile. This man is a professional assassin. He's African-American, about six-foot-four, 220 pounds. That's for your eyes only." Roland is frozen, either from social awkwardness or trepidation. Or perhaps he and Agent Blots Out the Sun are best friends, and this has just made his deep cover in Team Scylla super-difficult. Who knows?
Finally, this week's plotline to be described in two paragraphs: Dr. Sara is tremendously affected by Bruce's death. You can't blame her: in the Prison Break timeline, her father had died only a few weeks (months?) ago, and now her surrogate father is dead, owing entirely to his involvement with Dr. Sara. So she leaves the Team Scylla HQ and heads over to a dive bar. The bartender -- whose default facial expression is "Do not waste my time by lying to me, because I will know, and I will make you suffer" -- gets Dr. Sara a club soda. She then asks, "How many years?" "Sorry?" Dr. Sara asks. The bartender elaborates, "In the program. How many years have you been sober?" We find out that Dr. Sara's allegedly been sober for three years and three months. I'm guessing that little overdose at the end of season one didn't count? She continues chatting with the bartender, asking, "Is life a tragedy, or is there hope?" The bartender is in no mood to indulge anyone's existential ramblings. She shrugs, "You tell me." Dr. Sara then orders a double bourbon, neat. The bartender silently slams it down, and as Dr. Sara's inhaling the odor of the booze, a barfly with some truly tragic hair toasts her with "Cheers, honey." This is enough for her to put down the glass. She's a stronger woman than I -- that dude's poodle-style ponytail is enough to make me want a drink.
Anyway, Dr. Sara eventually spills her guts to the bartender regarding Bruce, and we find out that he endured Annie: the Musical for her sake, which truly does make him a prince of a guy. When Dr. Sara rebuffs the advances of the barfly, he steals her credit card to pay for the drinks (well, it's Bruce's credit card), and that is how the One World Conspiracy manages to track her down to San Pedro. Agent Blots Out the Sun soon darkens the door of the dive. However, he fails to cow the bartender. She simply shrugs that she hasn't seen Dr. Sara. That bartender has nerves of steel, I tell you. Why isn't she supervising air traffic control for the nation, or something equally vital? Anyway, we see Dr. Sara bopping back toward the warehouse, and she takes a call from Michael. He cops to being a worried boyfriend, and she tells him, "Listen. You're what's keeping me going right now. And you're all I have left, and that scares me. I just want us to be together." Michael points out, "I know the circumstances are a little less than ideal, but we are together. You're here, I'm here. It's not 'one day,' any more, it's today. So why don't you come back, and we'll make some dinner, and maybe find a little time for ourselves?" With an offer like that, how can Dr. Sara refuse? She continues toward the Team Scylla warehouse, and we see that she's leading Agent Blots Out the Sun right toward everyone. And a small part of me wonders: could this maybe have been prevented if she had prevailed upon Bellick as her sober buddy? Am I the only one who remembers that episode? I guess we'll find out time.
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