This episode had more capers than a Mediterranean restaurant. First, Team Scylla pulls off the Charybdis gobble of Scylla card #4 at a racetrack, but circumstances force Mahone to stay behind to grab Charybdis -- and he gets himself arrested and tossed in the pokey. There, he comes to the attention of Agent Blots Out the Sun, courtesy of Don Self (more on that below), and it looks like Mahone is about to get killed during his arraignment when Team Scylla shows up again to rescue him. Dr. Sara pretends to be Mahone's lawyer and steals his fingerprint card in the process, while Michael and Linc cause all the lights in the courthouse to short out. Once they're back at Team Scylla HQ, Mahone thanks them. There are no warm hugs and the episode does not end with a still shot of everyone high-fiving to an uplifting John Parr tune.
So how does Don Self sell Mahone down the river? Unintentionally, the big, dumb clod. He has now attracted the attention of the One World Conspiracy, which confirms that Don is apparently talented enough to bounce around the government, but enough of a troublemaker not to be what anyone would call a "rising star." That's what you get for failing the Goodling Ideological Purity Test, my boy. Anyway, Agent Blots Out the Sun confronts Don in re: his snooping, Don manages to hold his own without soiling his shorts, but he does keep his I-visited-Mahone-and-left-him-to-rot-in-prison ticket in clear view of the agent, so that is how Agent Blots Out the Sun comes to track Mahone down. At the end of the episode, Mahone calls him to inform him that he is looking forward to the two of them finally meeting, what with his burning need to extract revenge from the monster who killed his son. Then he tosses the slip of paper with Agent Blots Out the Sun's phone number and Roland quickly picks it up. I am hoping that Mahone is setting Roland up for later, and not that Mahone is making dumb mistakes around an unknown factor.
Also, we get a little bit of Gretchen backstory: she has a sister somewhere in the greater Los Angeles area, and that sister is understandably wigged when the brutalized and filthy Gretchen shows up on her doorstep. One shower later, we learn that Gretchen's souvenirs to her sister come packed with firearms and cash, the sister's daughter Emily is, in fact, Gretchen's biological child, and Gretchen has just gone into business for herself. She begins tracking down Whistler's loose ends.
And they are loose indeed, as T-Bag learns that corporate America is in many ways more mentally punishing than prison ever was. He flees the office -- thereby invalidating my entry for Tricia in the death pool -- and heads back to the condo so he can wipe his prints before leaving. There, T-Bag takes his first on-screen punch of the season courtesy of Gretchen, and it is awesome. Then she steps on his face with her spike heel. The bitch is back! And I mean that in a totally complimentary way.
The episode opens with cleavage. A last-ditch effort to lure in viewers? Or to retain them? I like to imagine someone watching and grousing, "I have given FOX an hour of my Monday night and they have given me -- whoa! Hey! Cleavage! Thank you, FOX!" Anyway, the episode begins with Dr. Sara in a "hel-lo, Nurse!" outfit of halter top, Wonderbra, jeans and shades. She ascends an escalator at a racing track and walks across the betting lobby. As she passes Michael -- who is dressed like my grandfather in a baggy oxford and near-shapeless bucket hat -- he smirks appreciatively. She chides him, "Don't get used to it." Michael strides off all Surely, you're not planning on wearing a burqua on the high seas? and walks by Linc, handing him a ticket and tells him, "SparkleKid, gate eight." Oooh, is it a vampire horse? One that can read minds and see the future? Oh please, oh please, oh please! (For those of you who have no idea what the hell I'm talking about: be grateful. Or do a search online for "Twilight" and "dazzle" and "vampires." But don't blame me for what you find.)
Ahem. Michael continues his walk and leans over at a table. Mahone comes up -- also dressed in a baggy blue oxford, not looking like anyone's grandpa -- and settles next to Michael. The two stare around. Dr. Sara walks up to the betting counter, channels one of the Girls Next Door and announces she would like to place some bets. Next to her, Bellick places an exacta on Captain Brody and Mr. Hooper in the first race. Nice shout-out to Jaws, writers. Please tell me that later in the season, Michael will say to Dr. Sara, "We're going to need a bigger boat." Anyway, Bellick places his exacta, then throws a huge, inappropriate, completely-in-the-wrong tantrum about how he asked for a quinella instead. (Apropos of nothing: a quinella does not sound like "I'm betting on two horses to finish first and second in no specific order." It sounds like a very formal dance, one that would show up in a Regency romance.) I can't bear to watch this poor woman being abused for doing absolutely nothing wrong, so let's move on.
Dr. Sara shares my sentiment. She leaves. Across the hall, Michael and Mahone give the nod to the waiting Sucre -- also resplendent in a blue shirt, also wearing a hat (this one straw) -- and Sucre summons a security guard to go see about the ruckus Bellick is making. Having dispatched the guard, Sucre gives Linc the go-ahead to enter the paddock. So help me, if Linc gingers up a horse, I will have to cut him dead.