Episode Report Card Chuck: C+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Ghetto Fabulous
By Chuck | Season 5 | Episode 7 | Aired on 02.16.2002
Leo justifies the look by complimenting McManus on both the music and dog-training programs. Ellie, panties wet, seconds the praise. McManus, of course, makes a speech and thanks the fans. Ellie flirts some more and then jumps up to leave, calling McManus "Timmy"; Leo ribs McManus about a "liaison with the state liaison," and also calls him Timmy. Timmy plays dumb, fails to protest, and leaves the room as well. That scene made my tummy feel funny.
The 51 ball. Dave Brass. Uh-oh -- it's Rebadow. Cursing to McManus and Busmalis about his luck about the lottery money and cursing Dave Brass for killing his grandson, which falls right into line with the overwrought melodrama of this entire tired plotline. With no legal recourse, Rebadow's only hope is finding a suitable bone marrow donor for Little Alex. And that pesky mixed racial heritage makes it so danged hard -- the first in tonight's PSAs advocating racial purity! Rebadow splutters about the problem with finding a donor being that no one's looking, so "I Love A Lost Cause" McManus agrees to scour the Oz files for a potential match.
In the infirmary, Murphy offers to help Father Martinez of Lourdes find a better home than solitary if he'll sell the story of his decision to facial Brass. Murphy thinks he's got a reason, but Martinez won't talk. Murphy reminds Martinez that the cocktail incident hasn't made him any friends among the COs, and wrenches Martinez's head to the side and makes thinly veiled threats to drive home his point. And then he's off to McManus for a status report on Operation Break Martinez. See, Murphy's pretty sure there's a cocktail conspiracy, and he's pretty sure that Morales pulls the strings. McManus, having decided that Dave Brass equals nothing since he scampered off with the money, cares only for Rebadow, so it's with pure joy that he just happens, at this precise moment, to discover a prisoner -- right under their noses the whole time, wouldn't ya know! -- who's the perfect ethnic match for Le Petit Alex.
Some Unit C Rasta with white pappy, half West Indian/half Guatemalan mama. Imagine! McManus explains that Rebadow just has to convince the guy to donate, so Rebadow asks if he can talk to him. Alone. No, dumb-ass, you have to send smoke signals. Rebadow explains the whole fucking situation to the Rasta, who's working his Jamaican 101 accent. When Rebadow asks for the bone marrow donation, Rasta flips, asserting in no uncertain terms (and quite correctly, I think) that McManus the Meddler has no right to share that information, and that all of Unit C thinks him a black man to the core, and that if they find out his pops was a cracker, he's toast. When Rasta gets up to leave, Rebadow protests and reaches for his shoulder, provoking a well-earned punch that sends him pinwheeling into a chair. Maybe they'll have to wire his jaw shut and he won't be able to talk anymore.