Episode Report Card Sobell: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Madame Evil's administration -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 19 | Aired on 03.04.2007
After a few moments of Michael being tenderized, we cut to Rio Juarez, Mexico. I refuse to recap any scene with Maricruz and Sucre in bed on principle. I love how Tia Conveniencia gets to run the llama farm by herself while Sucre and Maricruz snack in bed all day and watch TV. Not that Mexican TV isn't excellent -- there is much we could learn from Sabado Gigante and transplant to CBS Nightly News with Katie Couric. Anyway, since Maricruz is allegedly With Child and therefore eating all sorts of things, she kicks Sucre out of bed to get her more cherries. As he's putting on his pants, a special news bulletin comes on. We see a security-camera shot of the fleeing T-Bag and Sucre mutters in Spanish, "I can't believe it." Within seconds, Sucre has figured out that T-Bag doesn't have his big bag of cash. Sucre says, "Unless he lost it there... " and Maricruz asks him to just cut out the felonious thoughts. She says, "Forget it! Look what we have together." A situation where they're living rent-free and lolling around in bed eating cherries all day? That's pretty sweet. Maricruz sensibly asks, "Do you want to risk that?" I don't! I don't! Sucre agrees. Then he goes out to get the cherries. Maricruz watches him leave with an expression that suggests she suspects he might make a side trip to the baggage claim in Mexico City.
Back in a plushy Chicago hotel room, Mahone and Dr. Sara are still keeping company. Mahone's hair is standing on end; it's as if he ran a vacuum cleaner through it. Dr. Sara looks like she's about to say something, then remembers that she groomed herself with an eggbeater this morning. We see Mahone typing out something to Lang, and then he's all shaky as he swallows some of Mahone's Little Helpers. From over on the couch, Dr. Sara says, "You gotta know it's not real hard for me to recognize a junkie. I-I-I'm saying, you don't look so good." Mahone whirls around and snaps that he's fine. And he is, but the man would look even finer if he combed his hair. I'm just saying. Dr. Sara gently probes into what Mahone's taking. He curtly asks if she wants one, and she stammers that she does not. Mahone tosses her a pill and says, "Save it for later." She reads the capsule: "Varatril." Is that the same thing as Midazolam? Because I seem to remember him being hooked on that drug. Ah, well -- both Varatril and Midazolam are benzodiazepines, which Dr. Sara calls "hard-core tranquilizers." She asks if Mahone takes them daily. He tells her he's knocking back 20 milligrams. She says, with begrudging empathy, "You must feel like you're walking underwater." No, that was on the last show he was on. But Mahone gives his best thousand-yard stare and says, "I do. It's very quiet down here." Dr. Sara asks, "That's why you started, right? Peace and quiet? That's not why you do it anymore, is it? Now, it's the headaches, right? You don't sleep. And you know you're going to destroy yourself, right?" Mahone turns away and gets fidgety again. He says to Dr. Sara, "I hope we hear from your boyfriend."