Christina Scofield spends much of the episode regretting her decision to have children. After Linc eludes her goons' assassination attempt, he almost queers her deal to sell Scylla's wonders to an Indian gentleman. Almost. Thanks to the phlanx of thugs surrounding Christina, the boys are kept hostage until she can seal the deal and move on to her next item of business: meeting up with some energy professor named Sandusky.
Unfortunately, this is where Kid No. 2 foils Christina's scheme, as Michael and Dr. Sara manage to decode a slip of paper to such an extent that they manage to a) pick up a One World Conspiracy Splinter Sect car, complete with cell phone and gun; b) find Sandusky's flight into Everglades Memorial Airport; c) kidnap Sandusky off the runway; d) survive an assassination attempt by Splinter Sect stooges thanks to the timely arrival of temporary One World Conspiracy stooges Linc, Mahone and Don Self; e) tell Linc to kiss off whilst he bundles Sandusky away; then f) call Christina and sling a lipful of attitude toward her. Also, somewhere during all of this, Dr. Sara finds the time to take a pregnancy test. She is indeed with child. We can only presume Michael is the father.
As for Sandusky, he's currently enjoying the finest hospitality Don Self, Linc and Mahone have to offer, so you just know next week's episode is going to open with him escaping somehow. T-Bag is off in another room cheerfully tipping off General Von Baldy to Christina Scofield's meddling in re: Scylla. You kind of can't blame him -- Christina's hardly inspired anyone to assume her intentions are anything but nefarious. And you know what I have to say to that? Way to squander the third-to-last episode, guys. If Christina's regretting her decision to have Lincoln and Michael, I'm sort of regretting my decision to bother paying attention to a blessed thing they've been doing since season one.
Hello, everyone! I'm back -- did you miss me? Did you thank Mr. Sobell for filling in? I don't recall much of last week's episode, thanks to a week's worth of post-op vicodin, but apparently we are picking up right where we left off, with a sniper aiming his rifle at Lincoln's head. However, Linc soon passes below a leafy arcade and the sniper loses his shot. When he picks up his binoculars, he notices Don Self down in the plaza below -- and Don's got his binoculars fixed on the sniper. Don Self quickly alerts Mahone to the rooftop shooter; Mahone sprints up a set of stairs as the sniper keeps looking for Linc. The pounding of his feet on the stairs must have alerted the sniper, because the guy puts down his rifle, picks up a pistol and takes cover. So does Mahone. The two then have a firefight where many shots are exchanged, some come very close, but none hit any people. The sniper then pounds down the stairs. Mahone follows them and what follows is the world's first televised shootout set in an M.C. Escher painting. The sniper survives that, but he then has the bad fortune to run into Linc, who takes his gun, fixes it on him, and begins bellowing, "Where's Christina? Where's Christina? Where's Christina?"
The sniper is no dummy: he figures that any passersby will see a screaming man waving a gun around and figure he's the threat to public safety, and sure enough, that's exactly what happens. Whilst Linc is distracted by the screams of frightened passersby, the sniper whips out a blade and slices Linc's arm, then sprints off ... only to be run over by T-Bag. Linc decides that he might as well continue the interrogation, since nothing spells "this is not what it seems" like "screaming man waving a gun around and manhandling a bloody, unconscious person." Mahone manages to round up the rest of his idiot posse and get out of there before the cops arrive.
We cut to an exterior shot of a condo, then Dr. Sara and Michael letting themselves into a stereotypical beach apartment -- lots of light blue and white, with seashells and sisal everywhere. We find out that the place belongs to a friend of Dr. Sara's from medical school, and Deb only uses it during the winter, so our lovebird fugitives are in the clear to drop by right now. Dr. Sara exposits that Dr. Deb has a practice in New York, and comes down once a year to teach a seminar and update the exquisitely-posed photos of her perfect family. Dr. Sara takes in the wall of family-togetherness pictures and says to herself, "Good for her." Michael stands there, frozen. It is not clear whether it's because he has commitment issues or because his last foray into checking out a family photo album ended with his attempted murder.