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
Now that Tweener's had a chance to think about what T-Bag has done, Mahone comes back in to see if he's ready to talk. He puts down a Coke and tells Tweener, "That's a hell of a deal, son. No additional time on your sentence for the escape -- if you want it in writing, I'll put it in writing. We will put you up at Club Fed, you will spend your days playing racquetball with brokers and lawyers. And four years from now, you'll be out on the street, 22 years old, with a clean slate, your whole life ahead of you, and no blood on your hands. Okay?" Mahone is practically drilling laser beams of sincerity into Tweener's skull, but the boy is too busy looking at the table to notice.
He finally looks up and says, "There's a woman in the house. You guys show up, [T-Bag's] going to turn her into a hostage." Now if Tweener can figure that out and he's not even there, why the hell was Michael all surprised when it really did happen? Mahone is looking all steely and resolved. Tweener tries again: "T-Bag, he ain't coming out alive. And he's going to take her with him." Still staring intently, Mahone says, "Let me worry about that." Tweener is not down with that. He adds, "The only way that woman comes out free is if someone shows up on that porch that they trust." Mahone -- who has not blinked this entire time, which is really freaky, and given some of his other mannerisms, that's saying a lot -- confirms that Tweener wants to be that guy.
We go to commercials. Oh, no, it's that damn Gap commercial again. How many other 49-year-old things are still hip? The federal highway system? Mamie Eisenhower's hairdo? Pat Boone's recording career?
We come back, and the theme formerly known as "the rap music of impending racial violence" starts up. Since this theme now accompanies any escaped prisoner who's scheming, it needs a new name. Post your suggestions in the episode thread. Anyway, we've got the music because we've got Haywire running around Wisconsin with an extremely persistent border collie on his tail. They bond over jerky. It looks like that faithless dog is going to leave his gimpy old master for this treats-dispensing lunatic. It also looks like I'll need to name the animal. Very well -- I dub thee Barnabas.
Back in the Tooele house, Sucre's dispensing another round of meds. Because he is either stupid or soft-hearted (or both), he leaves Ann's gag off as he goes to give Jeanette some water. So Ann begins talking again; she may be a young cop, but she is not a dumb one, and she knows how to get inside Sucre's head. So within seconds, she finds out that Sucre was doing time for aggravated robbery, he had only 19 months left to serve, and he broke out because his woman on the outside was pregnant. Ann knows she's getting to Sucre -- he's pacing around and he can't look at her -- so she says with an edgy smile, "I'm two months. I just had my first-trimester sonogram on Tuesday. Has she shown you pictures --" On the table, her radio goes off with a dispatch call and Sucre whirls around. He shushes Ann and catches the tail end of a message with the words "David Apolskis," "apprehend" and "FBI."