Episode Report Card Chuck: B- | 1 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT Limp Bizkit
By Chuck | Season 5 | Episode 8 | Aired on 02.23.2002
Said, after managing to calm Omar down enough to figure out what the fuck's happening, says, "You follow me, you do not stop," which is perhaps a gentle reminder to Arif, and strides out of the pod, posse in tow. Said needs theme music. The gang heads straight for McManus, where what must have been a full confession provokes everyone's least favorite do-gooder into a spitting fury. As Ellie watches from the couch, McManus confronts his crushing failure with rage before deciding to "[play] by the rulebook" for the first time in his life, and he ships Omar off, despite Said's protestations, to solitary.
In the hall, McManus assures Ellie that his outburst wasn't for her benefit. Because he knows she's so obsessed with him that she thinks everything he does is all about her. As she signs out at the front desk, she decides that this would be a great time to tell McManus, and selected eavesdropping staff members, why she really divorced him. Wasn't Em City, she reveals. It was, she rails, switching her face into monologue contortion gear, because you're a cloying, self-centered, maudlin, deluded, puffed-up idealist who thinks that saving the world means transforming everyone into exactly what you want them to be. Looks like Ellie's got a number, and I think it's Tim's.
Said leans against his pod window, moping. Arif suggests that he stop moping, which is akin to recommending that someone stop eating.
In solitary, someone sings "Amazing Grace" (heh -- due to a typo, my computer just tried to change that to "Asthmatic Grace") at full volume, while Omar goes insane, also at full volume. Let's just say he looks like Juliette Lewis in that Melissa Etheridge video, and that's not a good thing.
Hill talks some more about impotence. While the theme of this episode is actually working for me, with interesting connections between penile and other sorts of powerlessness, Hill's monologues are too cutesy and gesticulated. And please stop swinging the fucking camera. You might hit someone with that thing.
Busmalis, as is his wont, does some stupid hand routine. Crap. It's Rebadow. My entire body stiffens. Objective: get through this segment as fast as possible. Strategy: pray for Rebadow's sudden demise. Little Alex is on his deathbed. Busmalis tells Rebadow to ask for permission to visit. After Rebadow suggests gag-inclusive bondage, McManus gives permission. Rebadow leaves, looking sweet, old, and harmless in orange and black (go Tigers!), telling Murphy ["who looks eloquently and utterly bored -- shout out?" -- Sars] on the way out that his death sentence was commuted to life due to a power outage at the moment of electrocution, and wishing aloud that there were similar laws that would help save his grandson. Oh, eat me. Rebadow speaks of God in reverent tones as he steps out into the bright white light. Perhaps the fog will create hazardous driving conditions that will cause…no, I can't let myself hope.