Episode Report Card Sobell: A | 1 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT Tweener -- dead, yo!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 7 | Aired on 10.01.2006
Having managed to pick up the car keys and peel the clinging Michael from his leg, Linc is about to head on his merry way. He tells Michael, "You can still come with me." Michael's regained a little of his composure, and tells Linc defiantly, "I can do this." Linc walks back up to face Michael and asks, "If you can't." "We still meet up, exactly where we planned," Michael replies. "Bolshoi Booze," Linc confirms. He tells Michael L.J. will be with him. Michael doesn't touch that one. Nor does he raise the possibility that it's all a trap. I... I... I don't even know if I can craft a hypothesis to explain that. Anyway, there's a little more stilted information-exchanging, with Michael telling him they'll have to meet up at Thursday night, 6 PM, because "it's our last shot. If we're, uh...if we do this right, we're gone forever." Linc seems to be ignoring the fact that his brother is fighting back tears. Instead, he woodenly remarks, "A lot of ground to cover in three days." Michael won't even look at him as he echoes, "A lot of ground."
So then Linc moves in to hug Michael. As he walks off, Michael's finally pulled it together enough to warn him, "They'll be gunning for you. They'll get you any way they can, so... " Linc's all, "Uh-huh." As he gets in the car, Michael says, "Tell L.J.... " ... that you're peeved at him for throwing another spanner into the works? No. "Tell L.J. there will be a surfboard with his name on it." That makes Lincoln smile. Tears in his eyes, Michael watches Linc drive off. Good thing Lincoln decided not to take the plates off the car or anything!
Back in Illinois, Dr. Sara's sitting in a window seat, watching the paramedics wheel out her dad's body. Some random guy with silver hair tells her, "Ms. Tancredi, the M.E.'s finished her preliminary examination. She found no signs of foul play." Because Dr. Sara is distraught with grief, she does not snap, "It's Doctor Tancredi!" nor does she ask if the M.E. merely drove by the body on her way to another appointment, since that was the fastest post-mortem ever. Anyway, the suit blah blahs on about how this is a totally unsurprising suicide, which is our cue to believe that there's someone on the site who set the whole thing up. And now, the poor bereaved Dr. Sara -- who is quite literally alone in the world, as her mother had already died and she was an only child -- is stuck trying to figure out all the machinations swirling around her. Fortunately for her, she can get a start thanks to the key that fell out of her dad's pocket; her giant bag has been covering it this whole time.