Episode Report Card Sobell: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Score one for the Darwinists
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 10 | Aired on 11.06.2005
The rest of the scene's devoted to establishing that Team Escarpara is back on PI, the photo is Linc's, and Abruzzi still wants Fibonacci once they're on the outside. I wouldn't be too worried about that -- no doubt Michael has another contingency plan tattooed somewhere. Abruzzi walks off with the photo of Veronica as insurance.
We switch to Lincoln's cell and promptly fall into a flashback that explains why he chose blueberry pancakes for his last meal: apparently, when he had LJ on weekend visits, one of their rituals was a blueberry pancake breakfast every Sunday morning. Linc's valiant legion of fans can all swoon over their sweater-wearing idol a) cooking, and b) being a sensitive parent type. Linc snaps out of that flashback and looks deeply regretful, either about the plaid pajamas he was wearing with the sweater or about not being able to revisit those placid breakfasts.
And now, Team Escarpara's back on their game. Abruzzi's sent Gus crying within seconds and reasserted his dominance over the Mafia goons. Unbelievable -- nobody has linked Abruzzi with the bad information Philly got? Michael's hanging out with Westmoreland -- and wow, is it strange to see the older man without a cat cuddled to his chest -- and the old head wryly comments, "Looks like he got his throne back. Something tells me we may have you to thank for that." Michael makes a move on the checkers board and says, "You don't want to know." "You got that right," Westmoreland agrees. He also doesn't want to know why C-Note's just told him to take a walk.
The inside's rebuttal to a free market system sits down, drops a handful of concrete pebbles on the table, and says, "Now, we gotta have us a lot to talk about, don't we?" Michael sniffles, then sweeps the table. "I got nothing to say," he replies. He stands up, and C-Note meets him: "You think you can play me, Snowflake? 'Cause you got college? Big school learnin', huh? Well, let me school you. Darwin wins inside these walls. Not Einstein. Darwin." Michael looks at him all, Why can't they co-exist? It's not like the theory of relativity threatens the theory of natural selection. Now, if you had wanted to get into it regarding punctuated equilibrium versus phyletic gradualism, then it would be ON. C-Note prepares to walk off and says, "I'm not done with you, fish." "You never even got started," Michael replies. That's not a very good comeback.
Within seconds, we're in St. Louis. Team Escarpara's just widened the hole, and Michael tells them they'll be through by Friday, so start making travel arrangements. Sucre hustles off singing, "Maricruz, here I come, baby!" Abruzzi says, "Sardinia, here I come!" "Oak Lawn Senior Prom here I come!" T-Bag sings out. Kidding! He's nowhere to be found. Lincoln asks Michael where the two of them will end up, and Michael whispers, "Panama." "Panama?" Linc asks in his indoor voice. "Panama," Michael whispers again. He continues, "Darien Gap, south of the canal. No roads, no electricity, no cops. Nothing but white sand beaches and ice-cold beer." Linc sulks, "Well, that's nice, but what about our lives?" He is the biggest ingrate sometimes! Michael shrugs, "I dunno. We'll open a scuba shop." "I don't know how to dive," Wet Blanket Lincoln says. Michael rebuts, "Neither do I, but we'll have plenty of time to learn." He sounds positively giddy at the prospect. Just then, T-Bag knocks and swings in to deliver his one line of the episode: "Bulls."