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This f***ing show. Remember how it started because Lincoln Burrows got framed for a murder he didn't commit? Well, it happened again. And this time, it's Christina who sets him up. But I'm getting ahead of myself here.
So Michael and Dr. Sara manage to kidnap Christina, and they make a bunch of beginners' mistakes, which is baffling seeing as how they themselves have been abducted so often over the course of the series. ANYWAY. Mistake #1 is not gagging Christina in between interrogations, so consequently, she spends all her time needling them about different psychological soft spots -- in Michael's case, telling him that Lincoln is not his real brother, and in Dr. Sara's case, blithering on about her pregnancy. Mistake #2 is not clearing out the bathroom before leaving Christina in it, so she manages to engineer an escape courtesy of some dental floss. I am not kidding. And this is why you should always practice sound oral hygiene.
Christina can escape in part because Michael had headed off to the energy conference to meet up with Lincoln and/or get a hold of Scylla. What happened instead is that he got there in time to watch his brother get framed for killing the guy from the Indian embassy, and since both Michael and Linc are in the hotel, they're probably going to go down together.
As for the other three members of Linc's little team: Mahone and Self twig to the this-is-a-setup thing a lot faster than Lincoln did, and T-Bag is now working for General Von Baldy. His first order of business: kill Vincent Sandinsky, who is revealed to be a turncoat One World Conspiracy stooge. T-Bag passes his entrance exam with flying colors. That young man may have a bright (blood-red) future ahead of him.
Want more? The full recap starts right below!We begin this episode with Vincent Sandinsky still playing the part of the mild-mannered academic, pleading with Linc, Mahone, T-Bag and Don Self to let him go. Linc is busy asking Sandinsky if he's sure he doesn't know anything about Christina Scofield, and Sandinsky continues to lie about how no, he doesn't. Then his phone rings, and it's Michael. We go to a loft that could double as the setting for the kind of 1980s music video where a hair metal band proves they're all sensitive by sitting around in tight jeans and cowboy hats and singing songs about their feelings. You know -- light slanting in artistically, a fan rotating in slow motion. Alas, instead of some spandex-clad model giving the camera a reproachful pout, we have the "vertical cables in my sweater make me look thinner! It's a trick of the eye!"-clad Michael giving the camera a reproachful pout. (He is also shaking white powder into ziptop baggies.) But he also gives Linc a handy tip: Sandinsky and Christina are both on the [CONSPIRACY-L] listserv, and they're apparently in each other's calling circle. Michael muses, "They've got some kind of plan. I just haven't figured it out yet. So what are you going to do with [Sandusky], Linc?" Linc fails to answer, "LINCOLN SMASH."
Linc hangs up and walks over to Sandinsky with murder in his eyes. He asks, "Where's Scylla?" Sandinsky looks even more scared, so Linc repeats his question at the top of his lungs. Sandinsky does not reply. What? Repeating a question at a higher volume does not automatically produce a more acceptable answer? What is this world coming to?
Meanwhile, Michael finishes his homemade chemistry project. Dr. Sara comes over with Sandinsky's phone and checks the SIM card in the back. She puts the phone down. Then she kisses Michael for good luck. You know, once upon a time, I would have had to edit out the all-caps "ZOMGSQUEEE!" that this would have prompted -- because back in season one, those two had exquisite chemistry, and back in season two, what with the making out in train cars, it was still pretty hot. And then, Dr. Sara had to go and get her head cut off, and Michael evidently ate his way through the pain, and long story short, these two now have all the erotic sizzle of a bowl of porridge. And that is not right. I mean, it's only been, like three months in Prison Break Time. Any relationship that manages to endure through three months of prison, fugitive life, manslaughter, more prison and more fugitive life should be less dull.
We cut to Michael calling his mom on Sandinsky's phone. Christina answers, maternal pique seeping through, "I hope you're ready to talk." Michael would like to talk about Sandinsky, whom Christina dismisses as "He's an old friend of mine. A bit of a bore, don't you think?" She tries to flatter Michael with attention, asking him for a face-to-face meeting. Christina's right-hand man -- previously dubbed "slick goon" and now to be referred to as Slick -- is busy tracing Michael's call, and he gives Christina the high sign regarding Michael's location right as Michael sulks that he's not interested in meeting his mom unless her idea of a "Sorry I Faked My Death And Wrecked Your Childhood" present is Scylla. Christina asks Michael what he hopes to accomplish, and Michael snaps that he wants her answer when he calls back in ten minutes, or that's the last she'll hear from him. Or maybe they'll just run into each other in ten minutes, since Slick has nailed Michael's location in an industrial park right up the coast, and Christina's all, "Let's go."
Meanwhile, Vincent Sandinsky is on the receiving end of LINCOLN SMASH. You know, typing that out as I am while contemplating how to turn this dreary episode into a drinking game, it's occurred to me that I need a mixologist to make up a Lincoln Smash. There are already plenty of other mixed drinks with the words "crash," "smash" and "muddle" in their names. So why not a Lincoln Smash? Post the recipe in the forums, and we can all hoist one during the episode the first time Lincoln lays someone out. ANYWAY, to get back to what's happening on screen, Sandinsky is insisting, "I never worked for the [One World Conspiracy]," and T-Bag darts in to snipe, "Six words that never proved true." Robert Knepper, you are a gem. Bless you for still trying on this show, even after it's evident the writers have given up. (Oh, look, I'm foreshadowing!) And now it's Mahone's turn to get a little shouty: "This is over! Look around! What are you doing here? What are you doing here?" I ... I feel like Mahone is channeling what I shout at the TV screen whenever watching an episode of this show lately. Anyway, Don Self and T-Bag get distracted with a "perhaps Michael is lying" hypothesis, and Mahone -- after rolling his eyes and wondering why an angry God has saddled him to work with these idiots -- reminds everyone that Michael's agenda is nearly the same as theirs, what with the "get Scylla away from Christina" item atop the to-do list. Linc cocks his gun and asks Sandinsky one more time where Scylla is, and begins to count down from three.
He is, however, interrupted by General Von Baldy materializing out of thin air and screaming, "Burrows!" The general and his goons advance, and Von Baldy says, "Put the gun down. Vincent and I need to talk." Mahone assumes the in-your-FACE posture and snaps, "Vincent? Yeah ... We had a deal." And bless you, William Fichtner, for still trying on this show. General Von Baldy snaps back, "New Deal." Oh boy, the One World Conspiracy is going to abandon its plans for warmongering and nation-toppling and institute massive public works projects to reinforce the country's aging infrastructures! Hurrah for organizations that are too big to fail! Oh, wait -- I've completely misread the situation: the deal is now "General Von Baldy is stepping in and taking over." Lincoln tells Von Baldy that he picked up Sandusky on an air strip, and that the man's obviously got something to do with Scylla, and the General walks over to scare the pants off Sandusky with "Good. Then you can help me find it, can't you, Vincent? And you can help me find Christina Scofield." General Von Baldy gives us a little backstory on Sandinsky, and ends by asking why he came to Miami. Sandinsky replies, "AAAAAAIGH." This is because Von Baldy's goon with the receding hairline is busy breaking Sandinsky's fingers. It seems like a case of premature torture to me, but I'm not the expert here.
Sandinsky happily spills that he's working with Christina Scofield, and General Von Baldy turns to Linc and peevishly inquires, "When were you planning on telling me that your mother was behind all this?" Linc deflects with "We just found out," but Von Baldy rebuts, "Bottom line is, you knew. All of you. On your knees." Linc fails to sink to his knees, and T-Bag is given the sign that he doesn't have to. Then Von Baldy effectively seals T-Bag's fate with everyone else by saying, "If Bagwell is the only one competent here --" Linc explodes by screaming, "What? Are you serious? Who do you think found this guy?" Behind him, Mahone is quietly putting together the pieces of the puzzle that read "SQUEALED" "T" and "-BAG." The general concedes the point, then goes back to terrifying Sandinsky into giving up Christina's current location. The general dispatches Linc with "You have today. One day."
We go through the credits, which still feature Jodi Lyn O'Keefe. Gosh, I miss Gretchen. My dream finale would include her and Kellerman coming back and merrily dispatching phlanxes of One World Conspiracy goons whilst twitting Michael and Linc with snarky comments.
T-Bag is not sent along with the others. For some reason, Mahone seems especially pissed that T-Bag dropped the dime on them. Odd, given that a seasoned law enforcer should be so shocked that T-Bag, of all people, is untrustworthy.
We then switch to Slick and Christina's arrival at the industrial park. They bring along a few auxiliary goons as they troop into the warehouse where Michael is presumably hanging out. However, Michael is now outside, filling the car's vents with his bindles of white powder. We see his (stolen) black sedan zoom by, and that alerts Christina's crew. Slick and the others race outside, hop in the car ... and promptly begin choking from the poison gas the car began belching upon ignition. Michael comes over, punches a goon, then grabs his mother. We get a bad-ass shot of the sunglasses-clad, leather-jacket-wearing Dr. Sara casually leaning against an open car trunk door, and then she just looks down as Michael shuts the unconscious Christina in the trunk.
When Christina comes to, she's been duct-taped to a chair at Deb's place. However, neither Michael nor Dr. Sara -- both of whom are no strangers to having been abducted -- deemed it appropriate or necessary to slap a strip of tape over Christina's mouth. Boy, do I regret that. Michael asks where Scylla is, and after Christina woozily replies, "You don't expect me to answer that, do you?' Michael replies that he does because "your life depends on it, and your track record shows that you're always looking out for Number One." Christina promptly begins pulling the maternal strings with "I've waited 25 years for this moment. There's no way I can say everything I want to say to you." Michael's like, "Why should I let you?" and Christina replies, "Because I'm your mother." This is where Dr. Sara -- who has been watching everything -- should tag in as bad cop, with a good hard bitchslap and an "Enough of that. Pull the mom card again and I -- who am not related to you -- will cap your St. Johns-wearing ass." Alas. Because she does not, Christina is free to natter on, "It's nice to meet you, Sara. In some ways, Michael's done very well for himself. In other ways, I'm not so sure. Lincoln's led you down a dark path." Michael tells Christina that this really isn't about Lincoln, i.e. The Only Parental Figure Michael Has Had Since Not One, But Both Parents, Took Off On Promising Career Tracks In Espionage. Christina moves on: "None of us wants to see Scylla go to the [One World Conspiracy] so if we can put the past behind us, maybe we can work something out." Michael shrugs, "You tell me where Scylla is and we'll work something out. We'll go 50/50." Christina asks, "A mother-son operation?" Michael is noncommittal. This, unfortunately, prompts an Evil Villainess-style monologue from Christina and how she knows Michael better than he knows himself. He's not having it, so he stomps out. And -- again -- makes the mistake of not slapping a piece of duct tape over the abductee's mouth. Hasn't he learned ANYTHING from any of the times he's been spirited away against his will?
Across town, Mahone, Don Self and Lincoln toss Christina's suite. They are not exactly bothering to keep their fingerprints off anything, and I am sure that will in no way come back to bite them in the collective tuchis. Especially not Lincoln, who was busy manhandling the ammo that Christina had in her desk for some reason. While this is going on, Mahone is raving about "that inbred" and how their first mistake was working with him. His pique is amusing but again -- how is it surprising that amoral child-humping pervert spree killer Theodore Bagwell is conducting himself in a duplicitous fashion? Sure, the saying is "honor among thieves," but T-Bag's a killer, not a thief. So it doesn't apply. Anyway, Mahone is not concerned about himself so much as he is about what might happen to Pam (which -- aww! They are my new Doomed Couple to root for), and it's Lincoln who has to talk him down. Anyway, the net take from the afternoon's looting is a rental receipt for a silver minivan, and a set of initials with a number to it.
We then go back to General Von Baldy's talk with Sandinsky. It is painful -- not for Von Baldy, but for Sandinsky, who is being punched in the kidneys. He has also managed to lose his pants. How on earth did that happen? Anyway, it turns out that Christina lured Sandinsky down to Miami with promises of interest in his scientific prowess. The general sets him straight: "[Christina's] interest was financial. She came to me about a year ago with an idea: rather than build up our organization with Scylla as our permanent cornerstone, she wanted to make a quick profit. If certain events occurred, various nations might feel the need for a more modern defense system and they'd come to us for the answers -- solar weaponry, water desalinization ... now what do you know about all of this?" Sandinsky decides that what the hell, he's going to be dying before the end of the episode and we all know it, so why not say what's on his mind? So he tells Von Baldy that so far as he's concerned, the One World Conspiracy is sitting on a gold mine's worth of world-changing technology, and they're not deploying any of it because "you think too small." Lincoln interrupts the tense moment by calling in to ask Sandinsky what the letters "DMB" mean. Why, yes! It's Dade-Miami Bank.
Back at Deb's place, Michael's having post-abduction regrets. Dr. Sara soothes him into a seat and offers to go talk to Christina: "I might have some perspective. She didn't leave me when I was six." The discussion does not go well. Because Christina is apparently a psychic evil genius, she has managed to intuit in a matter of minutes that Dr. Sara is pregnant and she has not told Michael yet. This really gets to Dr. Sara, so she huffs back in to the room where Michael is and ... fails to tell him she's knocked up. This makes sense, because if there's one thing the show has taught us all, it's that interpersonal relationships are healthier when based on omissions and lies.
Aaaand now Team Lincoln is making another tactical error by having Don Self be the guy sweet-talking the bank teller at Dade-Miami Bank into accessing a safe deposit box for the account number they've got. It does not go well, mostly because Slick has just taken off with the safe deposit box. Also, there is now security camera footage of Lincoln glowering in the lobby. Again: that surely will not come back to bite Lincoln in the rear!
Mahone, Lincoln and Don Self begin sprinting after Slick, who drives off with the box. They pile in a car, and a car chase commences. As Slick drives, his mobile phone rings and he picks it up. It's our guy from last week -- the one at the Indian embassy, now identified as "Mr. Bannerjee." He asks to talk to "Christina Hampton." Slick lies that she's in a meeting, and Bannerjee says, "If I don't talk to her before five, the deal is off." Slick is too busy trying not to drive into anything to reply.
Speaking of Christina, we're on round two of her talks with Michael. He cuts loose the tape that's binding her to the chair (her hands are still restrained) and says, "This is my final offer. You're going to take me to Scylla. Then you can walk. No questions, no-one tells the General, you can live the rest of your life like this never happened, but Scylla is mine." Christina says Linc won't allow that, and Michael's like, "Who's bringing Lincoln into this again?" Christina persists, "Even as children, you couldn't agree. You fought about everything." As most siblings do. That is the POINT to being or having a sibling: to spend your childhood fighting with them, unless someone else wants to, because then you have to kick the outsider's ass. Anyway, Christina continues smack-talking Lincoln, and while Michael initially protests, once she starts in along the whole "You're better-looking and smarter and nicer than him" line of flattery, he ceases protesting. Dr. Sara eavesdrops. Christina says, "You know what I'm getting at, don't you? ... You've always known it deep in your heart. You've just had no-one to confirm it. Lincoln isn't your brother." We cut to Dr. Sara gaping, as if to say, Wait a minute: isn't this whole series' premise predicated on the notion that these two brothers will go to extraordinary lengths for each other because they're each other's family?
To my eternal disappointment, Michael does NOT say, "Blood doesn't mean a thing. You and I are biologically related, and it's done nothing for me. But Lincoln -- Lincoln was the guy who has been there for me my whole life, and so far as I am concerned, he is more my family than you ever will be." Instead, Christina is allowed to keep nattering on about how Linc is, in fact, a souvenir of one of Aldo's One World Conspiracy trips to the Philippines -- "his parents worked for the [One World Conspiracy]" -- and Christina always resented the little Lincoln. Michael has his back to Christina, so that he doesn't have to show her he's crying, but he chokes out, "I can't believe you're playing this card." You and the other three dozen people who are still watching this show, Michael. Anyway, Christina continues with a monologue that should just be rewritten as "Jacob have I love, but Esau have I hated." And she concludes that Michael's pissed away his life -- because she never told him that he had no fraternal obligation to Lincoln at all.
This tremendously self-serving line of dreck finally snaps Michael out of his I can't believe the writers went there! fugue, and he shouts, "You don't know why I did the things I did! You weren't there!" Aaaaaand we get to the real issue: the abandoned boy who is furious that the abandoner is second-guessing all the decisions he was forced to make as a result of her departure. After Christina ruminates on Michael's squandered potential and theorizes that is because he was trying to spare Linc's feelings, Michael finally points out that "Lincoln was more of a brother than you were ever a mother. You left. He stayed." But you know what? This whole scene has veered into the absurd. So I'm going to cut off Christina's ridiculous nattering and go to my happy place: season two, when Michael and Lincoln see the sweet yacht Michael had built, and they bond over the fact that Michael was honoring their dead mother. At least then we had the only mildly implausible backstory of a parent who had disappeared to draw his enemies away from his family; we didn't also have to swallow the development of a parent who faked her own death because she was tired of being mommy-tracked at an evil global conspiracy.
Christina deftly manipulates Michael into calling Linc, but Linc is a little busy chasing down Slick and isn't available to answer anyone's calls. Don Self chides, "Keep up with him. Come on," and Lincoln petulantly responds, "I am, so shut up!" I love how Lincoln in a car is either the supremely irritated dad who is constantly threatening, "Don't make me pull over," or he's the teenager who wishes his parents were, like, invisible so nobody could see the uncool loins from which he sprang.
Anyway, Michael finally tires of Christina's prattle -- thank goodness -- and drags her to the bathroom, where he begins running the tub. So he's going to relax the information out of his mom? "Speak now or it's another capful of Jean Nate in the suds!" "Nooooooo!" Oh, wait -- NOW I get it. He's going to waterboard his mom. Well, ain't nobody gonna prosecute him for that. Dr. Sara is a little touchy about this, what with having been on the receiving end of that sort of business courtesy of Kellerman, but not touchy enough to stop him. Sensing that the steam might do some damage to the inch of kohl she's got rimming her eyes, Christina makes a big show of buckling and says, "There's an energy conference at the Panda Bay hotel in about an hour. He'll be there. That's the truth." Michael turns off the water. He does not ask Christina how she can be so certain. For someone with a big brain, he is not super-good at using it quickly.
Then again, neither is Dr. Sara, as she's the other genius who just left Christina alone and unsupervised in the bathroom. And what sorts of things are in bathrooms? Razors, scissors, nail files, nail polish remover ... You would think these two would have learned something from their experiences in outwitting their captors -- namely, the lesson that one should always ask, "Can my captive outwit me?" But no.
Anyway, poor Michael is sobbing again. Understandable, as torturing one's previously-thought-dead mother will put a strain on the ol' psyche, as will discovering that your brother is allegedly not related to you. (Also: I find it hard to believe that in his prep for the prison breakout and escape, in his discovery of the conspiracy, Michael didn't get a hold of Lincoln's medical/prison records and note that maybe, they were different blood types or something. He's likely to have found this information on his own, and had we known all along that he regards Linc as the brother of his heart, not his DNA, this story could have played out in a way that is much more rewarding to those of us who have been watching a show ABOUT TWO BROTHERS for four seasons.) Dr. Sara soothes Michael, tells him to go to Lincoln, and assures him she's got Christina. Michael pats the gun on the console and says, "If she gives you any trouble, if she gives you any trouble ..." He can't bring himself to finish. Dr. Sara promises that she's on it like a sunbonnet. Michael makes his sniffly exit.
Meanwhile, remember how I was nattering on about all the stuff in a bathroom. Guess what Christina just realized?
We zip across town, where General Von Baldy is taking a brief time out from torturing Sandusky to conduct an interview, telling T-Bag, "You have surpassed expectations, Bagwell. You're more than an informant." "I multitask," T-Bag replies modestly. Oh, Robert Knepper, you are truly a jewel beyond price. General Von Baldy tells T-Bag that he'll be "rewarded accordingly." "As a special liaison to the [One World Conspiracy]? What exactly does that entail?" T-Bag fishes. General Von Baldy replies vaguely, "Well, that would be up to you. Most [One World Conspiracy] operatives choose their own career paths. I can't say what would suit you. What do ... sexual predators from Alabama typically do? Aside from the obvious." T-Bag is on his best job-interviewing behavior as he avers, "Those days are behind me, general. What I lack in formal education, I more than make up for ... natural skills and curiosity. And as you've seen, my loyalty knows no bounds." The general replies, "Then you shouldn't have any difficulty passing your final exam." It's a one-question test: Can T-Bag kill Lincoln once the big lug's brought Scylla to Los Angeles? T-Bag is like, "I have been studying for this exam for what feels like four years!"
Meanwhile, Dr. Sara is having another tiresome chat with Christina. My word, let's hope that Christina and Michael stay estranged or else Dr. Sara is in for a lifetime of excruciating Thanksgiving meals. This is, of course, assuming she survives the escape attempt Christina is already planning with the help of some dental floss and the doorstop.
The general's got Christina on his mind too, barking into a phone that "Christina Scofield will not be leaving Miami tonight! I want eyes at every airport and gas station between here and Atlanta, and I want the names of everyone attending that conference!" T-Bag is immediately at his elbow, oozing that, "I thought you might be asking that question, so I called down to the front desk at the hotel, said I was from the newspapers." Smirking at T-Bag's naked careerism, General Von Baldy looks down the list and patronizingly says, "These are all scientists." Sandusky burbles through a mouthful of blood, "I told you." T-Bag explicates, "Those are the speakers. The special guests are below." The name "Bannerjee" catches Von Baldy's attention, and he exposits that this guy is the son of India's prime minister and something of a solar weapons hobbyist. "This will all be open by the end of the day," General Von Baldy vows.
Meanwhile, Michael has not been successful raising Lincoln via the phone. This is because Linc, Mahone and Don Self are busy chasing Slick all over the greater downtown Miami area -- on foot.
Hey, remember how Michael left a gun for Dr. Sara on the console with the instruction for her to use it if Christina was any trouble? Guess who's making trouble now by sawing through her duct-tape bindings? And guess who left her gun on the console for the hostage to get to? It is no great surprise that Dr. Sara ends up duct-taped on the floor of Deb's place. Christina takes off.
So the guys are still running after Slick, but Mahone's senses -- which had apparently been on leave, what with his "T-Bag a betrayer? O, foul surprise!" fit and all - come back. The brainiac notices that a) Slick has led them back to the hotel where the energy conference is, and b) the silver rental van is parked right in the back. "They want us here. Something's going on," he concludes. Despite Mahone warning that this is a trip, Lincoln decides to sprint toward the danger. And we cut to Slick, who is calling Christina and confirming that indeed, he's led the Three Wise Guys to where she wanted them.
Michael has pulled up at the conference and, realizing he's not getting in without a pass, quickly begins looking for a side entrance. This is why he narrowly misses seeing his mom pull up in a cab. Anyway, the young Bannerjee calls Christina right as she's getting out of the car, and she quickly dissuades him from chatting with Dr. Sandinsky, plows over his reservations, and pretends to accept his offer for revised terms.
We see Slick wandering around the conference hall with his case. Oh, this isn't going to end well for someone. Someone who is not Slick, but someone nonetheless.
Mahone and Don Self are now checking out the unlocked silver rental van. The keys are in the ignition and it's running. Mahone sees that it's been rented in Lincoln's name; Don Self finds plane tickets and fake passports for the three of them. "It's a set-up," Mahone says. "For what?" Don Self wonders. Mahone repeats, loudly, "It's a set-up!" Seriously -- ask the big metaphysical questions later. Get out of the trap now.
It's now 5 p.m. The general's getting antsy, so he flips on the news. On FOX News (of course), someone's bloviating on the "developing story: there's an energy conference in Miami" item. The newsreader explains that "Bannerjee's fragile political position may leave him vulnerable to criticism on the world stage. He has aggressively --" and we don't hear any more, presumably because that's when the FOX News announcer began reminding people that things like "the environment" and "energy efficiency" are code words for National Socialism and it's only a matter of time before people are embroidering samplers that start "When they came for the SUV drivers, I said nothing, for I drove a Prius ..." Also, General Von Baldy has figured out Christina's whole plan for profiting from Scylla: she's going to spark the kind of international incident that prompts a run on the Scylla-hosted technology. You know -- a global world war. Sandinsky says happily, "[General Von Baldy], you're out now. It's over." Von Baldy's tired of Sandinsky, so he tells T-Bag to kill the guy. T-Bag barely bats an eye before doing so. Von Baldy gives him a look like, Well, all right then. Good to know.
Michael has found a side entrance into the hotel, while Linc is sort of lumbering around the main floor -- sweaty, disheveled and in no way distracting any of the attendees from the deathly dull speech on the importance of renewable energy. Apparently the finest scientific minds on the planet are not terribly interested in anything going on in front of their faces. So Linc manages to lock sight of Slick and his case, and the pursuit goes up an escalator and to the terrace that rings the main conference floor.
Meanwhile, young Bannerjee is about to take the stage. And I would never presume to speak for India's security and whatnot, but seriously, I find it difficult to believe that the child of any prime minister -- especially the prime minister of a country with a sad history of assassination -- would be anywhere near a hotel where security is so lax that Michael and Linc can scamper about unimpeded. Yet here we are, about to listen to the deathless wisdom no doubt ready to escape from Bannerjee's lips, when a waiter rolls a cart out in front of Linc on the upper terrace and assassinates Bannerjee. Since Linc is conveniently seen near the gun, and since the assassin drops those shells he manhandled earlier, guess who's just been framed for another high-profile murder?
This is when Michael manages to find Linc. He gasps only, "She set the whole thing up. She set the whole thing up." And we switch to Slick gleefully telling Christina how it all went according to plan. He concludes, "Lincoln's right back where he started. It really is too bad about Michael. I know you --" "Shut up and drive," Christina orders, hopping into the SUV. And away they go. Meanwhile, Michael and Linc are watching the police flood into the hotel. They exchange looks that read Here we go again ...." And I am oddly reassured: the boys are back on the same page! Christina may have tried to pry them apart but man, she's only going to make their bond stronger.
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