Sweet fancy Moses, this show is going to kill me, either from the laughter or the eye-rolling incredulity. As Michael's math sinks in for Team Escarpara, C-Note tries to play mind games with Sucre to get him to eliminate Michael. Fortunately for the team, C-Note's not exactly plowing fertile territory. Besides, Sucre has what's known as "pregnancy brain," what with Maricruz making the NYC-Chicago jaunt to dither and weep and generally spin him up over her impending motherhood (his kid) and possible marriage (to Hector).
Meanwhile, Abruzzi gets a case of religion-prompted mania that makes Bill Paxton's turn in Frailty look positively atheistic by comparison. Consumed with guilt after his tactic to scare T-Bag's relatives goes horribly awry, Abruzzi hallucinates a picture of Jesus on his cell wall and has a Saul-to-Paul conversion. This leads him to cut short T-Bag's planned execution and urge Sergeant Sodomy to turn the other cheek. T-bag does -- but only because he's been stashing a razor in it. He slices Abruzzi's throat and leaves him for dead.
Veronica and LJ and Nickzzzzzâ¦huh? Oh, the only relevant thing is that Agent Hale's also had a change of heart. Given the way this show works, it'll be fatal.
As for the guy engineering the escape and his lunkhead brother: Michael fends off Bellick's badgering, checks some escape pipes, and generally ignores the seething mutiny C-Note and T-Bag are fomenting. Lincâ¦proves he is not the brains of the operation by decking a guard mere days before his execution. Oy. This show!
The episode begins in flashback. Michael's in a suit and tie, and he's about to be interviewed for a job. The office is the kind of place we all thought we'd be working in after the Dot-Com Revolution: gleaming hardwood floors, excruciatingly well-designed furniture, a boss with a good haircut and hipster doofus eyeglass frames. Anyway, the boss congratulates Michael on his résumé and Michael smirks just a little before saying thanks. The boss lobs a softball: "Tell me why you chose to pursue a career in engineering." Michael does not answer, "Because some day, I might have to break my deadbeat brother out of prison." Instead he tries to smile and says, "I've always been interested in structure...geometry." What I find interesting about his answer is how he's trying to gesture as he talks. It's a marked change from his very self-contained, closed-off body language at the prison. It also suggests that there's a huge gulf between what goes on in Michael's head and what he lets out.
Michael laces his fingers together and explains that he's fascinated by how things fit together. Then he strokes an arty -- if phallic -- skyscraper model and natters on a little about the happy marriage of form and function. Hipster doofus boss guy asks, "What about the future? Where do you see yourself in five years?" Michael does not answer, "Breaking my deadbeat brother out of prison."
We zip to Fox Hills, just in case any of the viewers don't realize that...well, Michael certainly didn't see himself skulking through the most antiseptic sewer pipes ever to grace a prison, yet here he is. Michael continues wending his way through the wide, dry, clean pipes. We flash back yet again to Michael's belongings being checked in by CO Stickyfingers. Michael then continues down the clean, well-lighted pipes and tosses a suit coat button into a chamber. Its click tells him that verily, he has stumbled upon a giant, clean, well-lit compartment. Of course. Doesn't every prison have these, in addition to the large, well-lit, unsupervised corridors behind every cell?
Anyway, we find out that Michael hid a trash bag and a length of rope in his suit lining. I can see where neither the rustle of plastic nor the lumpy coil in a suit jacket would have attracted attention. Within short order, Michael's put his suit in the bag and tied the end closed with the rope. Then he stares up at the opening for a while. That's right, Michael -- play to your strengths.