Magnificent bastard, noooooooooo! O, now is the time for the wailing, the rending of garments, the smearing of ashes on the forehead. O, blackest despair, you became my viewing companion right around the thirty-six-minute mark. That was when Kellerman -- having sung like Sanjaya on the witness stand and thereby persuaded the courts to drop all of Dr. Sara's charges and Lincoln's conviction -- is (presumably) killed as he's being transferred to prison. After that thirty-six-minute mark, all is black and dire.

However, that's still thirty-six minutes better than Sucre's doing. The big lug leaves the hospital despite warnings that he's down about three pints of blood. "You could get brain damage!" cried a medical professional. "Not a risk!" we chanted from the couch. And so Sucre staggered around town trying to look for Bellick. He saw him eventually -- Bellick was getting loaded into the back of the paddywagon for his transfer to the same prison all Americans have to go to when they're incarcerated overseas. You know the one -- dirty, brutal, punishment all out of proportion to the supposed crime. Anyway, Sucre sees Bellick, who hollers that Sucre better break him out or else Maricruz dies. The blood loss catches up to Sucre and he passes out.

So Dr. Sara has herself a little up-and-down episode. Shortly after being exonerated, she heads down to Panama, somehow managing to hook up with the same petty hood who helps Michael to frame Mahone (more on that later). There's a brief little scene where it all looks like it'll end happily ever after -- Lincoln is free, and a friend of Dr. Sara's is busy digging Michael out of legal trouble.

And then, Agent Kim shows up. After a silly, silly, silly scene, he is killed. Dr. Sara is the one who pulled the trigger. Right then, the Panamanian police show up, so those three are on the run. Again. Why they elected to run -- as opposed to staying in the boat and speeding away on the water, where cars can't go -- is a mystery to which only the writers will ever know the answer.

But because they decided to run, Michael and Dr. Sara are soon apprehended. It's all very overwrought.

On to a slightly more heart-wrenching plot line: Mahone's plan to swap Lincoln for the boar and then money, then meet up with his family in Colombia, is ruined because Michael plants two kilos of cocaine on the Christina Rose before handing it over to him, then calls the cops. It's…well, William Fichtner acts the hell out of the scene but honestly, Mahone did spend an entire season killing people and he did try to sell the protagonists down the river, so…just desserts?

Speaking of just desserts, guess who's rotting in the bowels of a Panamanian prison? T-Bag.

Guess who else is rotting in prison? Michael. It turns out he and Bellick are in the mysterious "Sona," which is a prison. Bellick's not doing well. Michael…walks toward the light where, presumably, a more satisfying resolution to everything is waiting.