Episode Report Card Sobell: B | 1 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT Well, now you've done it, T-Bag
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 12 | Aired on 11.20.2005
Meanwhile, Abruzzi's captivated by the growing splotch on the wall. Pareidolia strikes again! He sees what appears to be an image of Jesus' thorn-crowned head. Abruzzi's cellie is left to handle messenger duty: he fetches the tightly-rolled cylinder of paper from the string to which another inmate attached it, and tells the goggling Abruzzi, "We're all lined up for tomorrow. Where do you want it." Abruzzi silently drools in response. Eventually, he tells his cellie to decide whether they want T-Bag in the shop or the shed. Finally, finally, someone had the good sense to realize that T-Bag needs killed.
Michael scampers back through the pipes, returns to the clean, well-lighted place we saw earlier, crouches in front of a pipe that just happens to be poking out of the wall, and turns the faucet. A few brackish drops of liquid trickle out. Michael grins, then looks up at the grate 20 feet above his head.
We're then transported to the Senate rotunda, if the architecture is any indication. There's a coffin lying in state. A clean-shaven, non-sebaceous Abruzzi looks down at the child contained within the coffin. Then the kid's eyes slam open and Abruzzi wakes up from his nightmare. I cannot believe that this seasoned hit man, who's gleefully cut off a man's toes with no moral qualms, to say nothing of folding, spindling, and mutilating plenty of people on the outside -- I can't believe he's all jacked up about this kid.
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When we get back, Veronica is busy setting back Nick's recovery by being the first thing he sees post-surgery. LJ wanders back in and Veronica gives him a hug. LJ has a little meltdown -- can't blame him there -- and sobs into Veronica's shoulder, "She didn't deserve this." Agent Hale watches this, then pops out of view just as Veronica looks up. Just outside everyone's line of sight, Hale is busy having a mid-career crisis. Stupid job! Stupid conspiracy henchman duties! Stupid Kellerman, always threatening to kill me!
On the inside, a guy with a super-deep voice is passing C-Note some postcards from Iraq. "These were seriously hard to get. What you need them for anyway?" he asks. C-Note declines to share. I guess he's only chatty when he's torpedoing someone else's plans, huh?
Meanwhile, T-Bag is sitting on his bunk, waiting in nervous dread. Pope comes over. Ever the soul of courtesy, he says, "Thank you for waiting, Theodore. I don't mean to deny you your time in the yard." T-Bag nervously asks what this is all about. His body language here is interesting: I can't tell if he's submissively hunched because he's genuinely nervous, or if he's trying to pull a fast one on Pope. Warden Pope tells him, "I'm afraid I have some terrible news. Your cousin James was shot and killed in his home yesterday. His son, James Junior, was killed as well." T-Bag physically recoils from the news, his face going blank with shock and denial. T-Bag takes a shaky breath, but doesn't say anything. Pope says how sorry he is. He walks off, and T-Bag reaches out for him, then lets his hand drop as his other arm snakes up in a futile, warding gesture. His arms swing wildly for a moment before he finally covers his face and reels from the grief.