Let's get the D-plot out of the way first: Sucre blah blah blah Maricruz blah blah blah Hector blah blah blah love triangle blah blah blah.
And now that we've settled that, let's get on to the interesting stuff. The Bozo Fetts prove that their talents were wasted as prison guards stateside and torture both the locker key and the location out of T-Bag using a fiendish combination of duct tape, hot pokers, and Katrina & the Waves. Then Geary turns on Bellick. That plotline ends with Geary a lot richer, Bellick a lot more unconscious and T-Bag chained to a radiator. However, I expect the next episode to open with the cops coming in to discover only his gross, undead hand dangling there. Eeeewww.
Meanwhile, Linc and L.J. are busted out of police custody by the shadow organization that works with "Papa" Aldo Burrows. Does that make them the Second Banana Conspiracy? Anyhoodle, Linc courts the lovely Jane by bonking her in the mouth with his scalp, then he introduces his father to his son. As the three generations of Burrows men sit around and shoot the breeze, one of the Second Banana Conspiracy stooges turns out to be reporting to Kim and the One World Conspiracy. Seeing how that works out will be fun next week.
Speaking of the One World Conspiracy, Michael's plot provides ample opportunity for its assorted participants to conduct several pissing matches to see who is the most effective mastermind of all. Hint: it is not Mahone. He actually gets locked in a cage, wherein Michael taunts him. That is the high point of Michael's day. It is all downhill from there: first Dr. Sara seems less than enthusiastic about taking a road-trip to Panama, and even leaves him alone in the hotel room while she decides she's better off on her own. She is wrong: Kellerman captures her within minutes. Next week will probably not be so fun for her -- something tells me "Lance" did not track Dr. Sara down for a chat over crack-topped pie.
However, we all have a lot to look forward to. Don't y'all just love sweeps?
Previously on Prison Break... T-Bag's plans for courtship and killing go awry, Linc's plans for staying on the lam go awry, and Mahone's plans for clinging to the remainders of his sanity go bye-bye after Michael taunts him via the ex-Mrs. Mahone's stolen mobile phone.
And now, we are all walking on sunshine. Don't it feel good? Not if you're T-Bag, it don't. The reason we're all listening to Katrina and the Waves at an eardrum-splitting volume is because Bellick and Geary are torturing T-Bag in order to find out where he's stashed the $5 million he's got. And one of the ways they're torturing T-Bag is by playing odious music at top volume. Either that, or they too have the Like Omigod! The '80s Pop Culture Box and T-Bag is about to be hit with the Timex Social Club.
It is to the credit of all three actors that Geary and Bellick manage to evoke feelings of pity for T-Bag as the suffering victim here. It is also to their credit that I don't ask until the end of the scene, "Wouldn't the neighbors have come over to check out the screaming and the mediocre 1980s pop? Especially since the Bozo Fetts mention they've been 'working over' T-Bag all night? Or maybe the realtor swung by to take a look at the house and noticed that two sweaty bullies were brutalizing one wiry little degenerate? No?"
Mercifully, we move from that savage scene to Chicago FBI headquarters. There's a tight close-up on Lincoln's mug shot, and then we see Lang scribble a big red X over it. She then stands up and announces calmly, "Confirmed -- Burrows is in custody." The room erupts in cheers and applause and she breaks out into a big grin. That really makes me like her. Really! True, she may (or may not) be part of the One World Conspiracy, and she may (or may not) be grappling with the perpetual urge to sink a Bic into Mahone's left eardrum. However, I like that she's a good manager and she's mostly competent at her job. Anyway, Lang asks Wheeler if he's been able to track down Mahone -- perhaps she's got a festive red Bic with his name on it -- but we establish that he's currently MIA.
Kellerman is also trying to raise Mahone and failing, so he has to settle for a quick chat with Kim. Kellerman says brightly, "Lincoln Burrows is in custody!" Kim stalks around some balcony in downtown Chicago, looking like Conspiracy Stoogus of Borg with his Bluetooth headset. He smarms, "That's why I called. Who has [Linc]?" Heaven forefend actual law enforcement have a fugitive in custody. Kim then gets shirty over Mahone's disappearing act, as the whole point to embroiling Mahone in the One World Conspiracy was to make him "the official face" for all their fugitive-slaughtering needs. Kellerman tells Kim to step off, pointing out, "There won't be anything official, and there won't be any questions." Kim disagrees: "Of course there will. Just make sure no one's left to answer them."
Meanwhile, in verdant Wilcox, Arizona, Lincoln, and LJ are marking time in the back of a single police cruiser. It's good to know that with such a high-profile apprehension of a nationally-wanted felon and his son, there's no need to put the Burrows boys in separate cars, or to have a multiple-car escort to make sure something doesn't go wrong.