Episode Report Card Sobell: B- | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Michael and Lincoln -- not dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 3 | Aired on 09.03.2006
Or...no. Because Petey's pointing out that what he had been planning to tell Sucre, before Sucre hung up the phone, is that Maricruz and Hector are plighting their troth in Las Vegas. Sucre has to pause for a moment to take that one in. He finally asks, "The city?" Heh. But the poor guy! He was a lot closer while in Chicago. Then he runs off to "borrow" Petey's motorcycle, since that will look a lot more bad-ass in subsequent episodes than using his Prius. (No slam on the Prius; I live in the Bay Area and you can't swing a cat without hitting ten of the adorable little things. But it is not the kind of car one associates with macho road trips. Yet.) Petey blurts, "You look like hell!" Sucre pulls on a black skull cap, further cementing the bad-ass image. He says, "I've been through hell, papi. Now, I've just got to get to Vegas." Sucre then peels off.
And on another plot: it's Dr. Sara, introducing herself with a lot of blather about how she used to think she was an ex-addict but now, she's finally admitted she's an addict, so, "Hi, my name is Sara and I'm an addict." Everyone says hello. Then the next person to speak is KELLERMAN! Yes! He says, all humble-and-approachable-like, "Hi, my name is Lance and I'm an addict. I guess a lot of what Sara just said resonates with me, and what I'm going through." And Dr. Sara watches him. Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, don't even tell me that this season will be the one in which Kellerman woos Dr. Sara, only to cruelly betray her to Madame President Evil. Must she spend every season being manipulated by crafty men with ulterior motives?
And now we're back to the scene which opened the episode: accident clean-up central. The ME asks, again, who it was who just got cooked and why there's a faint, delicious whiff of cayenne pepper in the air. Mahone flashes back to the Oscar Shales file and we get a good, long look at the guy's mug shot. Back at the scene, Mahone absently, emptily, says, "Shales." The ME's all, "Come again?" and Mahone catches himself: "Scofield. I meant Scofield." He wanders off, and Wheeler comes in to provide some sotto voce back story: "Oscar Shales is this guy Mahone tracked for a while. Nasty little bottom feeder. You know the type. Heâs still in the wind." The ME's all, "You can't get 'em all." No, but you can get your sweet, sweet medication, which is what Mahone does right about now. He unscrews the pen and takes two pills.
From far away, Linc and Michael survey the carnage, then climb over some rocky ridge and head off into the next episode. Michael says that they should have a pretty clear path to Utah at this point, adding, "They'll turn their attention to the other guys, which means we'll be off their radar for a while." Linc is gloomy about both the lab results and the transport to Mexico. When did he become such a buzz kill? Is it because that vodka-and-painkiller cocktail finally wore off?