Episode Report Card Sobell: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT An innocent civilian -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 8 | Aired on 10.22.2006
Linc hunches over a roofline and watches L.J. He's panting during his vigil, possibly because his pecs need air, sweet air, and they're not getting any. We notice the world's cleanest homeless guy walk by the many, many, many anonymous sedans and stop to ask L.J. for some change. L.J. politely tells him he's tapped out. It is a credit to this kid that he manages to stay civil even when on high alert. The homeless guy continues to plead and L.J. explains, "Seriously, I just got out of lockup. I would if I could." Everyone watches this little passion play unspool. L.J. gets up to leave and the bum punches him across the face. A fracas ensues. Linc eyes the sedan, then sprints off the roof.
Back in the woods, Sucre is busy complaining, "This isn't how it's supposed to go. I was supposed to have a life with Maricruz and my baby. Now what? Get some two-bit job, always be looking over my shoulder? What kind of life is that?" Michael refrains from pointing out, "The kind that doesn't end in a few minutes if this water rises before you're freed?" Anyway, Michael mentions Panama and Sucre doom-and-glooms it some more, then grins and asks, "[Dr. Sara's] meeting you down there, isn't she?" What does it say about Sucre that when he's pinned in a likely-death situation, he's all, "And now, time to be a total Michael/Sara 'shipper"? Michael curtly points out that he and Dr. Sara have never talked about that. Sucre says, "You're hoping." Michael's all, "Can we maybe think about something else? Like the cops? Your likely death-by-drowning? Anything?"
Michael checks Sucre's leg, but the rising water still hasn't lifted the log yet. When he pops back up for air, Sucre's all, "Save yourself," and Michael says, "Just shut up. I'm not going anywhere." There's some back-and-forth, and Sucre's Catholic martyr tendencies come out in full force -- I recognize them from a childhood spent around the masters of the "Don't you mind me, I'm only getting in the way of living your life, and I wouldn't want that on my conscience" moves -- and Michael stares at the water, willing the commercials to come.
Luckily for him, they do. And they present a frightening world filled with Papa John Pizza and Jerry Bruckheimer movies.
When we get back, night has fallen on the alley where Dr. Sara is. She's still working on the origami code. Her phone rings. Bruce says, "Sara, I know we said not to use this number, but I just needed to know you were okay. My driver said he went to pick you up and the place was a crime scene." Dr. Sara sort of unspools on the phone, asking, "Bruce, who are these people. They knew exactly where I was standing, exactly where I was go --" and the penny finally drops. She clicks off her phone and throws away the battery. Fortunately, stress and betrayal cause all sorts of nerve synapses to fire and she realizes that Michael's written his message in a code that can be deciphered using the keypad of her mobile phone.