After last week's action-packed episode, this one feels like a little plateau -- a chance for the show to catch its breath and lay down the groundwork for the next big, dramatic episode. In no particular order, here's what happened:
Kellerman continues to display his dazzling, evil genius by positioning "Lance" the recovering addict as Dr. Sara's new gay best friend. Not only does this give him access to Dr. Sara's apartment, it also prevents him from being hunted down and killed by Michael/Sara 'shippers.
Mahone continues to be freakishly brilliant, going so far as to piece together the whole D.B. Cooper thing in ten minutes. He spends the resulting spare time getting snippy with his dealer and staring at his birdbath, no doubt wondering if there's room for Michael's corpse below it. Good to know he's planning ahead.
Tweener is apparently quite the tiger between the sheets, if Debra Jean's reaction to seeing his mug shot is anything to go by. Instead of turning him in to the cops, she merely suggests that he steal her car. He takes her up on that offer.
T-Bag demonstrates that he needs another nickname -- T-Bionic, if his feats of crushing strength are to be believed. He hops to the exact Utah town where the loot is buried, nicks the map to the ranch, intimidates Tweener, and muscles his way out of the car trunk that Michael and Linc locked him in.
The Unspooling of Michael Scofield continues as he realizes getting the loot will not be so easy as he had hoped it would be. In addition to T-Bag and Tweener's unwelcome presences, there's also the pesky matter of a suburban tract that's been built over the burial spot.
Sucre goeszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz... Sorry. The plotline some of you aptly dubbed "Mari-Snooze" appears to be over with her wedding in Vegas, and now he's got nothing to live for. Except, perhaps, the buried millions in Utah
So you see, there's a lot of build-up, but not a whole lot in the way of resolution. Enjoy the wait to next week!
Previously on Prison Break: that new guy who's recapping Kidnapped came in and covered for me.
So the episode opens in a big green field. The caption says it's "Highway 150, 75 miles east of Salt Lake City, Utah." Granted, I only drove through Salt Lake City one time, and granted, I did take I-80 from the east, but I seem to remember Utah being a whole lot less green and a whole lot less flat. KEXP -- "More Exposition, Fewer Commercials All The Time!" -- helpfully tells Michael and Linc that the bad news is, they are still wanted men, but the good news is that Michael no longer has to worry about waking up to Abruzzi's pop-eyed visage intoning, "Yuuuuuh will tell me where Feeeb-oh-nah-chi is, eh, fish?" Linc rumbles, "I didn't think Abruzzi would be the first to eat it." Michael plays oracle with, "I have a feeling we're in for a lot of surprises." Yes -- particularly in November and May. Linc points out, "[The radio] said seven are still out there -- so much for faking our deaths." Michael pettishly points out that he was merely buying them some time. He does not add, "And by the way, I didn't notice you crafting a prison escape plan. Hmmm?" But he does something similarly immature, asking, "Are we there yet, are we there yet, are we there yet?"
Then the brothers get into a testy conversation about where they're really driving to: Michael is dead set on getting Westmoreland's stash, while Linc floats a trial balloon over the idea that they can just pick up L.J. and road-trip to Panama. Michael loses it, shouting that they can't get out of the country and set up a life of bucolic non-extradition until they get the darn money. Linc points out, "I think some other guys are thinking the same thing." Why, who could those other guys be?
We go to a black-and-white flashback of the Silver Fox (sob!), looking considerably more gray than silver, and explaining that he made off with $5 million, not $1 million. We see Tweener, T-Bag and C-Note all listening in to Westmoreland's painstaking instructions on where to dig outside of Tooele, Utah. When we snap back to the present, Michael is looking out the car window. His dreamy expression seems to ask, Where can my Escarpara teammates be?
Why, the episode will tell us. One of them is currently on a train rushing through Green River, Wyoming. It would be C-Note, who is wearing an ensemble meant to communicate to the world that he's the type of harmless guy whose mother still dresses him. He's semiotically confused: fortysomething men whose mothers still dress them generally tend to make people think "Do I hear those shrieking violins from Psycho?" not "My, what a gentle and inoffensive soul." Anyway, the ticket-taker asks C-Note for his fare, and C-Note gives some cock-and-bull story about how when he got on the train in Cheyenne, the good folks there gave him an already-torn ticket; this is meant to convey that he is riding fare-free. Why C-Note couldn't have actually bought a ticket is an unanswered question, as is this one: "What did he do with the cash Michael gave him?"