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, Michael's peeled off from Team Escarpara so he can look at a big, yellow pipe poking up out of the yard. It's shaped like an inverted "U," and it's got a big wheel on top to turn the flow on and off. Michael's reverie is interrupted by Tweener, who tells Michael that he snitched the watch, so where's the PI? Michael brusquely says it's not going to happen. Tweener's face falls and he says, "You promised." Michael says coolly, "I said I'd think about it. Maybe somewhere down the road." Michael really should think about it now: you'd think that prior run-ins with prisoners who know how to hold grudges should have taught him something. Anyway, he walks off, and Tweener looks disgusted.
Meanwhile, on the outside...LJ pulls up in front of a hospital. Veronica's playing nurse to the bleeding Nick. Her backseat manner leaves much to be desired. Nick protests that the hospital will call the cops over any bullet wound, thus blowing their cover. To the great surprise of nobody, Veronica dismisses this safety-minded consideration. If Quinn isn't already dead at this point, he should commit seppuku from the shame of having been outwitted by this carful of clowns. For that matter, so should Agents Kellerman and Hale.
Back inside, Michael's done some poking around the vent duct below the grate in the infirmary floor. He drops one of the origami swans he just happens to have on hand -- because what well-prepared gentleman doesn't have a swan in his pocket? -- and it drops through the hole he poked and lands on a floor below that. Michael hears a noise and heads away from the corner vent.
That noise would be Bellick, who's looking for Michael. He says with malicious good cheer: "There you are! I just looked for you in your cell. I couldn't find you. [sotto voce] I couldn't find your credit card either. You know what I'm talking about -- the one your whore wife trucked in the other day." Naturally, this is the moment Dr. Tancredi enters the examination room. Bellick gives her the wait-a-minute motion, then amends his previous statement: "Maybe 'whore' is too strong. What do you call a girl who married a felon to get into the United States? What'd she have to come here for, anyway? No strip clubs in Whatzistan?" Michael is glaring daggers at Bellick, and Dr. Sara is too. Ah, mutual animosity -- the glue that binds the best couples together. Dr. Sara finally snaps, "Do you mind conducting your inquisitions on your own time, please? I have a schedule to maintain." Bellick says, "Excuse me, Doctor." Subtext: "Fuck you, Nursemaid." He continues, "I was just asking Mr. Scofield about the contraband he had his stripper wife truck in here the other day." Why am I not surprised that Bellick's got a whore/Madonna complex? He then delivers another subtextual eff-you with, "But you go ahead. Your job's more important." Unfortunately, Dr. Sara does not say, "Better paid, certainly. Requiring more useful skills, yes. Not prone to inciting riots, for sure. Potato, po-tah-to." Instead she proves that all those nights doodling Michael on her medical reimbursement claim forms weren't for naught, and nails Bellick with a pretty good Blue Steel. Rather than recognize ocular defeat, Bellick leaves.