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
We zoom over to the Bozo Fetts, who are busy musing, "If you were Bagwell, where would you go?" To the Chuck E. Cheese? Gymboree? Toys-R-Us? Actually, no. T-Bag's heading toward a flashback, wherein we revisit the reason he went to jail : Susan the spitting ex-girlfriend. She apparently lives at 1605 Midberry Hill. From across the room, Mr. sobell begins singing, "I found my ki-i-ill/ on Midberry hi-ill... "
We transition from T-Bag's face behind the wheel to Linc's. He's watching L.J. check out his stitches in the mirror. The grinning kid says, "Let me get this straight: you paid that meth-head to whip my ass?" Linc explains, "The feds were waiting for me to come get you. It was the only way." He hits because he loves -- no, wait, he subcontracts the hits because he loves. And he opens the cooler and hands Linc an ice pack so he can keep the swelling down.
Dr. Sara has managed to figure out that there's a rendezvouz at sundown at hot... something. But she's not going to get the rest of it because it's on the crane that's back at her house. And that is now in Kellerman's grubby little fingers. He looks so delighted as he opens it.
And while all of this has been going on, Sullins has been yammering away. He continues his blah-blah-blah by providing a boatload of character backstory for Mahone: grew up in an abusive home, went into the Army, was an unremarkable grunt yet somehow got into the Special Ops during Gulf War I: The Warm-Up Act, and is now sitting pretty at the FBI. Sullins muses, "I have all these dots, but there's no way to connect them." Mahone says coolly, "Looks like you need a higher clearance level." Sullins finally points out that he intends to investigate Mahone and see what's going on, and Mahone asks repeatedly, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Sullins shouts, "I know what they tell you do to overseas, Alex! But let me be perfectly clear: we do not do it on American soil!" Yeah! That's why we have Gitmo! And renditions! Those are only funded by people on American soil. Just then, Mahone is saved by the bell. A flunky comes in with a phone for Sullins and is all, "You really need to take this call," and when Sullins does, it's clear he's just been pulled off the Mahone probe. Mahone sits there and looks like he's trying not to think of his crazy pills.
Then he goes downstairs and hops into a car. And -- eee! -- it's Kellerman. Wait, I don't think I've given this the full import it deserves: MAHONE AND KELLERMAN ARE IN CAHOOTS! EEEEE! Surely, this is one of the signs of the End Times. Kellerman hands over the last bird and tells Mahone, "The numbers correlate to the letters on a phone, only on this one, all the possible combinations make no sense. We think it's a location, a rendezvous point for Michael Scofield. You find him." Mahone only replies, "You know, you could have gotten me out of there sooner." What, all of a sudden he's all sensitive? Kellerman silkily replies, "Even we have to go through channels to make sure things appear on the... up and up." Perhaps what the One World Conspiracy needs is some Kaizen consulting. Or a group ombudsman to address these bureaucratic issues. Anyway, Kellerman makes one of his famous veiled threats with, "You know what that's all about... keeping up appearances?" Rich words coming from a closet culinary case. Anyway, the whole point here is to remind Mahone -- and inform us -- that "you've been hired to do a job. The reasoning does not concern you. Don't ask any questions about us, maybe we'll continue to make sure nobody asks any questions about you. Are we clear?" Mahone turns to him and says, "They all die." Kellerman repeats, "They all die."