Episode Report Card Sobell: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Missing The Corner Pocket Shot
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 2 | Aired on 08.28.2005
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When we get back, Linc demonstrates that "discretion" is his watchword by asking, during prison chapel, how Michael plans on breaking them out of prison. Michael tells him, "The infirmary. It's the weakest link in the security chain. As long as I get that PUGNAc, I'll get all the access I need." "What the hell's a PUGNAc?" Linc asks. At least, he'd ask if he were capable of emotional inflection in his speech. Michael explains, "It lowers my insulin levels to the point that I'm hyperglycemic. As long as the good doctor thinks I'm diabetic, I'll have plenty of time in there to do what I need to do. A little work, a little prep for your arrival...that's the idea, anyway." Boy, good thing he didn't provide any specific details to the guy he plans on breaking out. However, Michael admits, there's a hitch in getting the PUGNAc. Linc asks incredulously, "You're telling me this whole thing's riding on a bunch of pills?" Well, as the poet once wrote:
So much depends
upon
insulin
blockers
used to dupe
doctors
inside the jail
clinic.
Michael's assuring Linc that C-Note's working on getting the PUGNAc, and Linc says, "Now's not the time to be trusting a black inmate, Michael." Michael smoothly assures him, "Our relationship transcends race." Lincoln heads off the cover of "Ebony and Ivory" by saying, "Nothing transcends race in here. I can't let you do it...good behavior, you're out in three years." Michael's all, "Oh, ho, ho, let's talk about that when we're out in three weeks." Lincoln is all Negative Nancy about the prospect. Shut up, Lincoln: you're both Captain Bringdown and his sidekick, Monotone Lad. Michael is actually animated and passionate about this: "Every single step's been mapped out. Every contingency." Linc's skeptical: "'Every contingency'? You may have the blueprints to this place, but there's one thing those plans can't show you: people." Say, do you think we've stumbled across another of the show's leitmotifs?
And now, it's time to underscore the impending race riots by featuring gangs of muscular black men looming around the yard while rap music plays. Michael sidles in too, looks around, and heads over to a set of bleachers. He quickly runs his fingers along the bottom and sides of the bench, looking for a specific bolt. Eventually, he finds it. We know this because we get a swoopy, let's-narrow-the-perspective shot of the bolt, and engraved on the underside of the bolthead is the number 11121147.