Episode Report Card Sobell: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Well, look what you've done now, Michael
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 7 | Aired on 10.02.2005
Things aren't looking too good for Bob, either. T-Bag's looking at his wallet and he's giving Bob flak about his fancy-pants address. And then he notices the wallet photo: "Aaah, haaa, this must be your daughter." Bob -- who is tied to the bunk, by the way -- rallies and snarls, "Put it back." T-Bag holds up the photo: "Prom? [Licks lips.] You know what they say about a prom dress, don't you? [Licks picture.] She didn't come home that night, did she? No, she wore that aaaaallllll night long. Next morning, she had to throw that dress in the trash can behind the motel, so her mama didn't see the --" "Hey, hey, hey, hey! What the hell are you doing?' Abruzzi breaks in. T-Bag brightly says, "I'm just kickin' with Deputy Dawg. You know -- talkin' women." Abruzzi comes in and snarls, "I'll be very clear here, because you and I face an evolutionary gap. You ain't gonna hurt this man. We're locked into this thing now, understand? And he's the only leverage we have." T-Bag declines to rebut Abruzzi by pointing out that he's more of an intelligent-design man himself. Bob tells Abruzzi, "Thank you," and Abruzzi says, "You're welcome." T-Bag flounces out in a snit.
The gang of would-be doctor-rapists discovers a phone book in a desk drawer and decides, "Let's smoke the bitch out!" Because they like their victims to be smoke-cured? What is this, the Pepperidge Farms sex crime? Within seconds, the burning phone book is lobbed into the doctorquarium through the small opening someone had broken open. Sara cautiously scampers over and kicks a trash can on top of the fire to contain it. And that's just enough distance for the big, African-American prisoner Stroke -- he of the "we're gonna dance all night" line last episode -- to snake in an arm and grab Dr. Tancredi by the hair. He snarls, "It ain't gonna hurt real bad if you make it easy. If you make it hard, though...[snakes out his tongue and LICKS THE SIDE OF HER FACE. EW!]" Sara gets over being grossed out enough to plunge her shank in his arm and he reels, screaming. Then Stroke comes back and renews his attack on the door.
Dr. Tancredi whirls around and backs into a corner of the room. She stands, clearly overwhelmed and panicky. Michael's hand drops into the frame and he squeezes her shoulder. She whirls around and looks up. There he is, Blue Steeling her and saying, "Come on -- grab my hand. Come on!"
Commercials. Although I'm on the record as longing to send the Burger King to the same fate as Charles I (or, in my nastier moments, to give him the Edward II treatment), I wouldn't turn down a chance to stone the dancing oldster who represents the Six Flags park chain either. Yep, the minute he'd swing into that disjointed dance -- pow! Thud! Thwack! Blammo!
When we get back from commercial, Sara appears to still be thinking Michael's offer over. Michael looks at her all, "Unless you were just playing hard-to-get with Stroke there…" and she jumps up. He pulls her up, and she crouches on the catwalk next to him. Sara sits there for a moment, panting, and Michael touches her shoulder as he asks, "You all right?' She jumps, all freaked, and he adds, "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." This has only a minimal effect on Sara's state of mind. Michael continues in the same low voice, "See these pipes? We're going to stay on them. They go through the wall and over the hallway, and they're going to get us out of here. All you have to do is follow me, okay?" Sara nods like a little kid. Michael prompts her to begin moving. They do. Down below, one of the cons is all, "Huh? Where did she go?" Stroke eyes the ceiling and begins laughing evilly.