Babes Behind Bars! (And Michael's Not One of Them)
Then we zip over to an airstrip, where the pilot is busy telling Michael and Mahone, "From takeoff to prison is going to come up real fast, so whatever you gottta do, do it now." But first, Michael has to have a little talk with the suddenly-appeared Lincoln. We find out Sucre's off to handle the money ("That means T-Bag's set," Michael says happily) and then Linc asks, "You sure [that plane's] going to hold you up?" "It'll be fine," Michael replies breezily. Linc asks how Michael is, and Michael dryly points out, "It's not my first time inside a prison. Hopefully, it'll be my last." "Think about all the amazing stories you're going to be able to tell your kid," Linc says. Michael turns and looks at him sadly, and Linc adds, "You're going to be the type of father ours never was." Someone who's not married to a complete nutter and on the payroll of a massive worldwide conspiracy? Way to set the bar low, Linc. No, no, no -- wait for it ... "Someone to look up to," Linc concludes. Michael doesn't reply with words -- he merely pounds his heart and spins off, unable to speak. This should be a big clue that Scofield's got something up his (untattooed) sleeves. Then again, we are talking about Lincoln.
Meanwhile, Mahone's busy telling his little FBI nemesis that Michael's got an airplane and he's going to parachute into the prison yard. This sounds so incredible that Mahone has to repeat it -- "I swear to God, he's going to be over prison airspace at 7 p.m." -- but Agent Jerkface runs with it. Moreover, he calls the lady warden and warns her.
Down in the mess, Dr. Sara decides now's the time to head over and have a chat with Daddy. She quickly says, "What happened with Agatha is not what you think happened with Agatha. I need to make this right with you." Daddy's all ears. Meanwhile, Gretchen heads over and sweet-talks the guard, who is, as it turns out, not quite receptive to the idea of trading in a horizontal currency. We cut back to Dr. Sara who's instituted the "she started it first!" defense. Daddy's unimpressed: "I practically raised Agatha, and she wasn't no killer." Daddy has a point; if Agatha had any skills, she'd have managed to do the job. Daddy also has a point attached to the knife that somehow eluded detection both during cell-tossing and her time in the SHU. So Dr. Sara concedes that perhaps Agatha's not a killer, clarifying with, "She's just a greedy little bitch who bit off more than she could chew." WHAM! Daddy's gone lunging for Dr. Sara, and Dr. Sara's executed a nice little move that sends Daddy straight into Skittelz. This causes Daddy to levitate up and back about four feet and she frantically begins telling Skittelz, "We're cool, we're cool, we're cool, wuh-wuh-whoa!" Skittelz rises -- it takes a while for an eight-foot wall of psychosis to unfold itself from a dinner table -- and grabs Daddy by the throat. This distracts the guard from going to get Dr. Sara, and Gretchen provides more distraction courtesy of a juicy beatdown. Dr. Sara shakes loose of her own attractive blonde slapfight partner, and grabs the guard's keys. She and Gretchen are leaving the lunchroom riot early.