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The first 17 minutes of the episode are enough to make Michael's head explode from stress: he fails to blow up his mom, he scrambles to find a way to rescue Linc and Dr. Sara, and Lincoln (of all people) breaks the news that Michael's going to be a father. Michael copes with the pressure by verbally abusing Mahone for a while (boo!), then tells him, "If there's something you need to do to protect Pam, you should do it."
So Mahone leaves his mental mind mate ... and goes to call Christina with a deal: if she pulls General Von Baldy's goons off Pam Watch and gives him Lincoln, he'll deliver Scylla. And THEN, Michael finds him again and says some sweet nothings and it's a very touching scene. Nevertheless, Mahone heads off and meets with Christina, apparently with Scylla in tow. And later we flash back (which is a BS narrative trick) and find out that Michael and Mahone colluded to have him deal with Christina while Michael worked to save Dr. Sara. He figured, correctly, that Christina couldn't read Mahone's mind like she can Michael's.
Meanwhile, General Von Baldy hands Dr. Sara over to T-Bag for torture and threats and general evildoing. The good doctor gets inside T-Bag's head and points out that the One World Conspiracy's hiring standards tend to be even more rigorous than McKinsey and Co's, and asks him to think of his own hide -- and hers -- by am-scraying before the General gives the "kill Dr. Sara" order. Unfortunately, T-Bag is so addled by his Scofieldien vendetta that he immediately dismisses this option. And then there are many very, very uncomfortable scenes wherein T-Bag attempts to talk dirty to Dr. Sara. For a would-be rapist, he sure takes a while to get to the point. This, however, works in Dr. Sara's favor, as she is rescued in the nick of time by Michael. WHO INEXPLICABLY FAILS TO KILL THE PSYCHO PERVERT WHO WAS ABOUT TO RAPE THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD. Mah Gawd. Michael has killed minor characters for much, much less. So why stop now?
Meanwhile, a federal agent tracks down Don Self in the hospital and applies some pressure to his broken leg in order to make Don give up Michael and Lincoln's location. Watching Don writhe in the hospital bed precipitates a moral crisis: I am opposed to torture. Yet I enjoy watching Don Self suffer. Therefore ... um. Uh. Oh, crap, I hate these ethical dilemmas. Anyway, Don demands that the agents interrogating him make him a deal in writing and signed by the attorney general. Don then calls Michael to try and help the Feds trace his location, but that's not too successful. And then, he's poisoned by Slick. Or is that DOCTOR Slick? Either way, Slick presents another ethical dilemma because I am opposed to medical malpractice, and yet … oh, crap. Fortunately, there's another hour to iron this all out.
Want more? The full recap starts right below!The episode begins with Michael and Mahone walking together. I half-expect to see a giant, shimmering penumbra radiating from their heads as their awesome intellects break free of their skulls and pool to form one massive SuperMind. Alas, we get only grim exposition: Michael is determined to save both Linc and Dr. Sara without handing over Scylla to either General Von Baldy or Christina. Mahone would like to know how, and Michael muses, "Maybe we can get them to bring Linc and Sara to the same place." Mahone serves Michael his reality check: "Your brother's bleeding to death. Right now, the only advantage we have is that neither party knows there's another player that has leverage on you. You bring them both together, you lose your tactical advantage."
Michael insists that he won't abandon Dr. Sara, and Mahone coolly points out that he's not asking Michael to do that; he's suggesting that Dr. Sara has the tactical advantage of not having to deal with a sucking chest wound. Michael glares at him because he's right.
And now, we have another scene wherein it's established that Christina: A) hates Linc, b) has no soul and C) loves monologuing more the late Spalding Gray did. As Linc lies bleeding on a table, Michael calls and begs for Christina to give Linc the medical treatment he needs. "Not until I get what I need." Michael spits out, "Edison shipping. B-dock. 45 minutes. And bring my brother." I am insanely curious to find out what sort of plan Michael can whip up in that time period.
Then we zip over to Von Baldy, who's having a getting-to-know-you chat with Dr. Sara: "Was it worth it? Do you ever go back to that night and wonder how things would have gone if you had just left that infirmary door locked? All those people whose lives would have been saved? Hell, your father would still be alive. You ever think about that? And now that Michael's returning Scylla to me, it's all for nothing." Dr. Sara keeps her cool and points out that Michael's not necessarily coming back with Scylla. The General postulates that, were the situation reversed, she'd come back for Michael because "your heart betrays your better judgment. So does Scofield's." Dr. Sara calmly says, "You're probably right. Because if Michael had used his better judgment the night he stole Scylla out from under your nose, he'd have killed you." Von Baldy decides that the time for small talk is over and huffs off. T-Bag slithers over, pulls out his pocket, and hisses, "Take it." Dr. Sara just rolls her eyes. Well, when you've been worked over by Kellerman and Gretchen, every other would-be torturer is sort of B-grade, aren't they?
Mahone and Michael are hiding out in a conveniently abandoned building down at Edison shipping and listening to the radio broadcasts of how the police are crawling all over Miami looking for Michael. Speaking of whom, he's prepping to make a few homemade bombs. You know, given Michael's sudden affinity for explosives this season, I'm wondering why his original prison break plan back in season one didn't just require him to make a big bomb and blow out the fence. It would have been less complex, and the ensuing chaos would have made for a far easier escape. Mahone suggests that maybe, it might make more sense to hand over Scylla: "I'm just trying to find a way where the people that we love don't end up on an autopsy table." Michael huffs, "And I'm not? Better get your story straight, Alex. You've been saying this whole time we should give Scylla back to the General." Mahone reminds Michael of what happened to Mrs. Self in the last episode, and Michael snots, "Self made his own bed." "And we're lying in it," Mahone reminds him. Michael tries shooting a Blue Steel, but his heart's not in it. Mahone points out that even if Michael manages to outsmart both the General and Christina, there's still the matter of trained killers waiting to take out LJ and Pam, among others. Michael gets frustrated and explodes, "We're not giving it up and we're not giving it back! We're gonna save everyone!"
Then we zip several hundred miles to the west, back to Chicago, where Sucre is running the tensest diaper-recon mission ever. On the one hand: It's Sucre! Hurray! On the other: when Papi's crappy, ain't nobody happy. Sucre soon becomes aware of being followed, and the car that's doing the following eventually corners him in an alley. But when the driver gets out, all we see is a jacket and the back of a cap-covered head. And Sucre doesn't seem dismayed so much as he does surprised: "What the hell are you doing here?"
Cut back to Miami where Don Self is asking an iteration of that question to a nurse who should be quick to point out that she is not constrained by any Hippocratic Oath and thus can deliver unto Don a world of pain. Sadly, the nurse is an ethical pro, so she tells him he's in recovery, and Don gasps that he's done now so he'd like to go. The nurse is like, "Oh, should I just share that with the two badge-wielding gentlemen waiting for you?" And as FBI Agents Franco and Wright come into the room, Don Self's day gets even worse. Or, if you're a viewer, it gets better, because watching Don Self get kicked in the teeth by the donkey of karma will never get old. At least not for me, it doesn't. Anyway, the agents would like to know what connection Don Self has to Lincoln and Michael. Don just rolls his eyes.
And we cut to Michael and Mahone rolling into a shipyard; the shadow their ginormous, fossil-fuel-guzzling SUV casts in its wake causes several Miami suburbs to be flung into total darkness, triggering panic riots among the residents. Also, as Michael rolls past some gap-toothed rustic, said son of the ... soil? Sea? Salt? Gawps in dim comprehension. Mahone pulls over and lets Michael out for his rendezvous with Christina. Mahone cautions that Michael better not get too close to the bomb; Michael snots back, "And you better not get too far." My lord, Michael, give the supercilious prick act a rest already! Let father-shooting bygones be bygones! Linc has. Mahone just sighs. I can't blame him.
Christina walks to the meeting, telling Slick, "If Michael tries anything, take out both knees. I don't want him dead, just immobilized and eager to talk." However, she would like Linc dead no matter what. We then switch to the slackjawed yokel of the prior paragraph, eagerly gabbling into the phone, "One of them guys from the news? I think I just seen 'em." That'll make the meeting more lively.
Michael and Christina meet, and Michael gets a little testy when Christina second-guesses his choice of a meeting location. Then the two second-guess each other's claims to have met alone, and Michael says, "Come on. We can have at least one honest conversation, can't we?" Christina says, "I'd like that. In spite of what you think, I never wanted to see you get hurt." Then what did she want? Other than Scylla, I mean? Apparently, she wanted love and understanding -- two things that are in short supply when you've decided to engineer a coup to overthrow the One World Conspiracy. Michael attempts to punish his mom for her blatant careerism with "You'll have power, won't you?" And Christina unapologetically sneers, "Yes. And you'll have Lincoln. Quite frankly, I think you're getting the short end of the stick." Despite my not being crazy about this character and how she was introduced at all, I do like that we have a female who is frankly unconflicted about being a self-interested go-getter. When you consider that four of the past female leads on this show -- Veronica, Dr. Sara, Madame Evil and Sofia -- were all motivated by wuv, twoo wuv, for some dude and the fifth (Gretchen) went soft in the head over her previously-buried maternal impulses, it's refreshing to have a female character here who isn't other-directed, but rather as self-directed as General Von Baldy, Don Self, Bellick, T-Bag, that chump who ran Sona whose name I can no longer be bothered to remember because he will always be Bunny to me, etc.
Enough of my blithering. Michael and Christina do their version of "Throw me the idol! Throw me the whip!" and Michael tells Christina to follow him. Right before she walks into some explosive tripwire, she asks, "You wouldn't happen to have some trick up your sleeve, would you, son?" "I'm done playing games with you," he non-answers, honestly. There's MORE "Throw me the idol! Throw me the whip!" badinage, and then the Miami PD show up. Christina loses her cool and shrieks, "Give it to me, Michael!" and he coolly replies, "Come and get it." A flunky appears at Christina's elbow, urging her to go, so she sends him to go get Scylla from Michael. And that is how some nameless cipher gets blown to kingdom come in a move that makes every Star Trek redshirt death look like a lengthy tragedy. We get a delicious shot of Christina saying, "Son of a --" and ... well, yes. Said son of a -- sprints away. Linc sort of watches them go. Or perhaps he's just blacking out in their general direction. No matter -- the SUV containing him, Slick and the pissed-off Christina speeds away.
Back in Chicago, Sucre's catching up on C-Note's season two plotline, and then we find out why C-Note's back in Chi-town and chatting up Sucre: when Mahone disappeared, so did all of the governmental goodwill, so C-Note's back to being an escaped con with a ton of problems. Except he thinks he can get out of this jam if Sucre will help him find Michael and Linc. Sucre, bless his loyal heart, refuses to sell out his cellie and makes to leave the diner.
We cut back to Agents Franco and Wright telling Don Self that they're simply trying to find whomever was behind the assassination, as it's now triggering geopolitical incidents and the U.S. government would like to prevent any political outcome that might result in the good peoples of Nepal or Bhutan being nuked until they glow as a side effect of the pending China/India spat. Don Self bluffs, "Obviously, your clearance level isn't high enough to fully grasp the operation I've been involved with." Agents Franco and Wright promptly call his bluff, as they've managed to uncover all of Don Self's machinations. Yet the rogue agent continues to pull the "I've served my country, and you can't do this to me" act. Agent Franco casually wanders over to close Don Self's hospital room door (at which Don Self squawks, "What is this, Gitmo?") and Agent White dispassionately responds, "As a homeland security agent, you are, of course, aware that anyone who impedes an investigation into terrorism has no protection under the law." Then he squeezes Don Self's leg right at the site of the compound fracture. The unholy delight I take from listening to Don Self scream more or less chases my outraged harangue about civil liberties and Quies custodiet ipso custodies? right out of my head. Don Self folds faster than a floor employee at the Gap during a t-shirt sale. He promises he can connect the agents to Michael and Linc.
Because this show isn't done torturing wounded people yet, we switch to Christina displacing her anger at Michael onto Linc. Over the course of her temper tantrum, she tells Linc he's going to be an uncle.
Michael's back in his dockside hideout and fielding a call from General Von Baldy concerning Scylla's whereabouts. "I'm trying," Michael tells him. "And I'm trying not to kill Sara, and that would be a lot easier if I had something in my hand beside a gun," General Von Baldy replies. I love how quippy the bad guys are on this show. The takeaway from this conversation: if General Von Baldy does not get Scylla in one hour, he's going to let T-Bag "play doctor with the doctor." T-Bag clucks, "Doesn't Michael understand he's playing chicken with other people's lives here?" Dr. Sara mumbles that her life's been threatened before, and T-Bag bursts out, "I'm not talking about you! That boy has messed up every chance I've ever had at freedom. This is my last shot." Dr. Sara asks, "You really think when this is over, you're going to be free?" T-Bag replies, "Better than free -- I'm going to be employed. The General's getting me an honest-to-goodness job with an office and a desk." Despite having her hands cuffed behind her, Dr. Sara still manages to drop a reality check on T-Bag's table, pointing out that the One World Conspiracy has such a surplus of competent and legitimate pros, they hardly need one marginally-educated spree killer. She concludes, "The only thing you're getting when this is over is a slit throat and an unmarked grave." T-Bag would love to dismiss that prediction, but his face shows that he suspects this too. Dr. Sara then attempts to negotiate for her life: if T-Bag recognizes that his only chance for a life is to escape, and if he takes Dr. Sara with him, she'll get Michael to drop his grudges against the upwardly-mobile rapist-murderer. T-Bag immediately rejects this idea. Because at this point, what we viewers need to be told is that T-Bag's need to triumph over Michael outweighs anything else, even his own better instincts. It's not like the prior episodes would have given us that idea at all.
Michael then calls his mom to check on Lincoln. She answers with, "I suppose that little explosion was for me." "Let's pretend that was for the cops," he replies saucily. It's endearing, and I love seeing Michael get his mojo back. Christina tries to snatch it away again with "You should know by now that you can't outthink me. I'll always be one step ahead of you because I'm your mother ... I remember the first time I caught you in a lie. I could see it in your eyes, like I could see it today." Michael demands to talk to Linc, and Christina reminds him he's not in any position to be making demands. Michael replies, "If Lincoln is dead, I have no reason to give you Scylla, which puts me in exactly the position you describe." Christina reluctantly lets Linc gasp at Michael. Michael tries to get some info on where Linc is, but Linc is in Captain Bringdown mode. He says his goodbyes with "Sara's pregnant. You're going to be a dad. Go to her, Michael. Let me go out knowing I did something for you --" Then Christina grabs the phone. Michael cries, "Linc!" and we zoom in on his stunned expression.
Mahone decides it's time to remind Michael that it's not just Linc and Dr. Sara who are in danger here. Michael replies, "Alex, I don't know what you want me to say." Mahone says, "You haven't gone a day in your life without a plan. Please don't start now." Evidently, his pending parenthood weighed his decision, because Michael tells Mahone he's got 43 minutes to get Scylla to the General: "I am done making plans." Mahone does not take this well, and gets even more insulted when Michael snots, "Maybe it's time I take a page from your playbook, Alex. Hang out on the sidelines, survey the field, and when the time is right, back the winning horse." Mahone is genuinely insulted that this is how Michael sees him. He points out, "At least you got a decision. They took my son. I didn't get to choose. I'm just trying to do what it takes to not lose everything." And so is Michael, who concludes, "If there's something you need to do to protect Pam, you should go do it." And thus the two Mind Mates part in a mutual huff.
It has finally sunken in with Christina that since Michael now knows about Dr. Sara's delicate condition, he's prioritized her above Linc and will probably act accordingly. And so she goes completely insane all over Linc, to a point where even Faye Dunaway as Joan Crawford looks up from beating cowering children with wire hangers to says, "Hey, hey, hey -- a little perspective here. For the love of God, lady, don't keep shoving your high heel into Lincoln's sucking chest wound. Those are suede. You'll never get the bloodstains out."
Meanwhile, Don Self is busy telling the two federal agents who have figured everything out that any offers they make had better be in writing and personally signed by the U.S. attorney general as "I don't trust anyone who says they work for the government." Both agents visibly roll their eyes.
Then we zip over to Chicago, where C-Note is trying to coax Sucre into doing him a solid: "All you have to do is call the brothers. Get them on the phone, let me talk to them, and they can make up their own minds, all right?" Sucre facepalms, possibly because he knows that Michael and Lincoln lead such go-go-go lives, they're probably screening their calls. He tells C-Note, "I'm trying to stay out of this. I finally got my family back, and I'm not going to risk losing them again." C-Note gets inside Sucre's head with: "I know it feels good today, but what about a couple of months from now, huh? When the only job you can get is under the job or under some labor gig where you're sweating that the guy to you is going to drop a dime because he recognized you?" Sucre reasonably wonders how finding Linc or Michael will change all that, and C-Note introduces a new element with, "This guy sought me out, okay? He knows everything about the whole thing? I didn't trust him at first either, but there's something about being in the pen, when you start to decipher who is a player and who is a punk, and this guy is a player, just like Scofield. So the only thing we have to do is tell him where the brothers are, help him get this device thing back so he can put it into the right hands --" Sucre realizes they're talking about Scylla, but he remains skeptical. C-Note assures him, "This brother has juice. He can erase our entire record. I'm not talking about cash and all that flashy stuff. I'm just talking about straight-up freedom. Living like a man -- you feel me?" Sucre does.
Christina is frantically trying to keep the genocidal prime minister of India on the line via some customer service assurances, but he's not having it. Once Nandu hangs up, she has herself a good slump in her office and regrets ever, ever having anything to do with Aldo Burrows. No, wait -- she throws another screaming tantrum and stomps into the storage room where she's holding Lincoln to wail, "You just cost me three-quarters of a billion dollars!" I like to imagine that the fed-up taxpayers of America will take it upon themselves to go marching into banks to scream the same sentiment, albeit with varying dollar amounts, depending on how much the bank took and how intent it is on providing a dollar-for-dollar match via jacked-up ATM fees. Christina's about to shoot Lincoln when she fields a call from ... Mahone? Who tells her "Michael's giving Scylla back to the General in exchange for Sara's life." Mahone is calling not to gloat, but to make an offer: "If your people can get my wife away from whomever's watching her, I'll get you Scylla." Christina's all, "Goooo ooooooon ..." Mahone says, "I've got no particular love for Burrows, but unlike his brother, the guy's always been straight with me. And he helped me track down the guy who murdered my son, and I owe him." Christina makes an offer: Mahone gets her Scylla, and if Lincoln's still breathing, he's all Mahone's. Mahone is okay with that. Then we see that he's got the little Scylla case. O SNAP!
And now we're back to the T-Bag and Dr. Sara show, wherein T-Bag probes for details of Dr. Sara's sex life with Michael. Oh my gosh, just bark out the measurements already and move on with your life. But Dr. Sara does spit that Michael's more of a man than T-Bag is, to which he responds, "How would you know what a man is like? Of the two of us, I bet I've been with more of them." And ... point to T-Bag. He then squanders his home court advantage by alleging that Dr. Sara's frigid. Well, excuse her if being handcuffed to a patio door and listening to some Barry-White-by-way-of-Sling-Blade patter doesn't get her motor running. T-Bag asks what it takes to get Dr. Sara in the mood. "Hospital-grade heroin," I immediately reply. However, T-Bag's hypothesis is "groping." It is genuinely uncomfortable to watch.
Michael calls General Von Baldy then to tell him he's got Scylla, and General Von Baldy cheerily tells him that the terms of the deal have changed: "The exchange will be made at a location of my choosing. Forgive me, but I don't really trust you, except on unfamiliar territory." Michael's like, "Okay, fine, just bring Dr. Sara, okay?" They make a date to meet at some parking lot in 20 minutes.
Then we see him ... go hang with Mahone, where he tells him, "About earlier ... I do think you're in it for yourself. Fortunately for me, that's meant you've also had my back. More than once. And for than that, I'm grateful." Mahone tells him, "Take the case, get out of here ... I've got Pam handled." Michael bids him goodbye with "Good luck."
Back at the loft, T-Bag is shocked -- shocked! -- to discover that the General has no intention of keeping his word to Michael. Von Baldy's planning "a slow death" for Michael and hands Dr. Sara over to T-Bag with "perhaps we've finally found a job for which you're perfectly suited." You would think that T-Bag would be bright enough to realize how thoroughly the General's insulted him and how poorly this bodes for his own future. Instead, his "MUST GET SCOFIELD AT ALL COSTS" vendetta kicks in, and he looks over at Dr. Sara with an expression not unlike that of a velociraptor who's just been teleported into Blackie's House of Beef.
Christina and Mahone have a quick and mutually contemptuous phone conversation that is of no real use to the plot, and then Slick comes in to tell Christina that one of their embedded assets in the FBI has just hipped them to the Don Self situation, and "the attorney general just issued a proclamation for his immunity. You think he's a threat?" Christina muses, "Perhaps. The question is to whom?"
We cut to said possible-threat calling Michael and attempting to draw him out in a conversation. Michael is no dummy, and so hangs up before he can be traced. The agents blame Don Self for this. I love the FBI agents. They may not be correct on all points, but they've got a general sense of what Don Self is.
And then -- zip! -- we're in Chicago and C-Note is busy preparing Sucre for the meeting with ... Paul. As in Paul Kellerman? Last seen in a van which several men were attempting to perforate with their guns? That Paul? Mayb
e: we do see the hand of "Paul" wearing an academy ring like our beloved barracuda.
We hurtle back east to Miami, where General Von Baldy is hustling off to go get Scylla. We then zip over to Michael, who also has a Scylla case.
Oh, lord, more of T-Bag yammering on at Dr. Sara, and I have no patience for this whatsoever. The scene finally reaches its main point when T-Bag admits, "I was thinking, the way I would get my revenge was I was finally going to get to kill him. Just driving that knife right into his bleeding heart. And now, standing here, looking at you, I'm thinking there's something worse than death for him ... I'll return you in one piece, but that piece is gonna be a little used, that's all. And every time he looks at you, every time he wants to be with you, he's going to see me." We cut to Dr. Sara, who is supposed to be looking disgusted and frightened, but appears instead to be thinking, Yes, yes, T-Bag wants to be acknowledged as Michael's professional, social and intellectual equal, and if he has to Single White Female his way to that conclusion, he will. CONSIDER THE POINT GOTTEN. Your work here is done, whomever was nurturing the T-Bag tragedy arc.
We then find out that Michael merely ... left a case in the parking lot, and he is, in fact, busy back at the building where the loft is. How busy? He's attempting to rappel up it without attracting the attention of the conspiracy stooges stationed at the front door. Sadly for Michael, it would appear that spending seven months in prison or on the run, getting a few toes lopped off, enduring full-body dermabrasion, getting radical experimental brain surgery and escaping during the post-op attempt to brainwash you, then flinging yourself out of a moving truck post-abduction attempt do not give you the upper-body strength you'll need to do the job without looking silly.
Speaking of silly-looking things, it's Don Self calling Michael yet again and leaving an awkward-sounding voicemail. The agents are impatient, and as they leave per a doctor's request, Don Self calls. "He's going to call back. Just be patient, okay?" And then the doctor monkeys with one of Don Self's IVs and we see -- it's Slick! And he appears to have poisoned Don Self, or fed him some chemical that turns him into even more of a drooling vegetable than usual.
And now, even more of T-Bag droning on and on and on and on and ... you get the picture. He handcuffs Dr Sara spread-eagle to the patio door, and while he's carrying on about how he's feeling pretty good about his pending rape, Dr. Sara is trying to wiggle loose the handle of the door. She distracts T-Bag by smirking, and says, "While you and the other cons were taking care of yourselves, [Nurse Gossipson] and I were going over your medical records trying to figure out how to best manage your care, figure out what makes you tick. The thing I remember about you, Theodore? Nothing makes you tick. You can't ... tick. The reason you rape and kill and make pain is you can't make love. You've got neurologic [erectile dysfunction], probably caused by injuries you sustained during your own childhood sexual abuse." T-Bag insists, childlike, that she's lying. Dr. Sara spits out contemptuously, "Talk about what you're going to do to me all you want, Theodore. You and I both know there is very little you can actually do." Her expression is completely contemptuous. T-Bag is really shaken, and he insists, like a child, "You are going to take back every word you just said. You hear me? You hear me!" Dr. Sara coolly tells him, "There's no reason to be ashamed of it, Teddy. So many men suffer from --" "SHUT UP!" T-Bag roars, right as Dr. Sara rips free the handle and attempts to attack T-Bag with it. However, she's overmatched by his pure shame and rage, and she's still handcuffed to another door handle, so he quickly subdues her and tries to regain the upper hand: "I don't know what is more insulting: you thinking I'm erectorially challenged, or you thinking I'm going to let you break out of here. Hmm -- let me think about that. I'm going to go with the first one. Now, I'm going to show just how functional I -- [thud]." And with that, he goes down, courtesy of Michael whacking him in the back of the head with a crowbar. Michael raises his arm to deliver another killing blow and Dr. Sara whimpers, "Michael, please." She does not add, "Please use this sledgehammer; it'll provide the killer torque your noodle-like arms lack" or "Please use this gun so we have solid proof T-Bag's brains are on the floor." Indeed, neither she nor Michael think it's a good idea to just finish off the abusive, torturing rapist-murderer who has so bedeviled them. I do not get it. Michael was willing to kill Sammy for a lot less. Dr. Sara dropped Agent Kim in a heartbeat. But T-Bag, whose trail of collateral damage they are more personally acquainted with, whose vendetta they are assured of? Oh, waaaah, let's not kill him! Idiot wuss move, you two. Let's hope the kid gets some of Aldo and Christina's ruthlessness. Maybe it skips a generation.
Mahone meets up with Christina outside her office building, and she bids him to show her. We see Scylla -- or part of it, anyway -- and she asks him to come inside, as "We have a lot to talk about." Mahone, however, requires proof that Pam is safe. Christina smoothly tells him, "We have an asset located in the [One World Conspiracy] room who is able to access her location and the position of her bird-dog." Mahone says, "That's great. That's not good enough -- I need to know she's still in the clear." Christina demands Scylla, and Mahone points out that he's actually far more motivated by the fear of the General, so please to move Pam out of danger. Christina's not having it, so Mahone hands over the case with a stony glare.
Michael and Dr. Sara repair to his lair, where he shows her the guts of Scylla. "You've been busy," she observes. "Where's the rest of it?" We go to ...
... Christina's office, where Mahone demands, "I've kept my end of the deal. You keep yours -- make the call, and Lincoln and I will be on our way." Again, Christina's not having it. So she throws Mahone into the room where she's keeping Linc. The bleeding beefcake asks Mahone what he's doing there, and Mahone replies, "Saving your ass." So we zip to ...
... Michael, who is whispering to Dr. Sara, "I couldn't make a choice. I had to save you both." We flash back to the Mind Mates' departure scene, and then, as Mahone's leaving, Michael calls out, "Alex, there may be a way we can save everyone." Then we quick cut/flash back to Michael saying, "The bad news is, my mother can read my every move. She says it's because she knows me. The good news is, she doesn't know you." In the present, Michael is telling Dr. Sara, "I knew the General would never honor his end of the arrangement ... so I did what I had to do." And what Michael had to do was turn the Scylla-case that Mahone is carrying into a bomb that is "big enough to end all this." Michael continues, "So we can start something new. I mean, if that's what you're feeling." If this is Michael's idea of offering to make Dr. Sara an honest woman, it blows. But Dr. Sara's okay with it, so that's all that matters.
We cut to Mahone getting Linc on the floor in anticipation of the imminent explosion. Alas -- none is forthcoming, as Slick can't get Scylla to load. Christina correctly pegs this as being Michael's fault. And the little timer ticks on ...
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