Episode Report Card Sobell: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Madame Evil's administration -- dead!
By Sobell | Season 2 | Episode 19 | Aired on 03.04.2007
For some reason, the phrase "keep in the family" makes Madame Evil nervous. She wants to know where the tape is. Michael claims there are twenty different copies in twenty different locations. He offers, "I can call my brother right now and he can play it for you." Madame Evil is visibly agitated now; she snaps, "Not on the phone. Have him bring it here."
Michael is back in a fine negotiating fettle: "These are the terms: you can hear it over the phone, or you can hear it on the news. It's up to you." Madame Evil's supercilious attitude is all gone. We get a shot of her bleak-looking face.
Then there's a great transition to Mahone wearing a similarly bleak expression. Dr. Sara is trying to connect with him, saying she began using for the same reasons he did. Mahone snaps, "Why, because you had to stay up all night during residency? Because the bass player dumped you in front of the whole sorority? Yeah, you and I got a lot in common." Dr. Sara snaps, "It was the lead guitarist, if you must know." Oh, she doesn't either. Instead, she posits that she and Mahone, they've got a lot in common because they've both seen people die. Mahone pointedly asks if she is the one what did the killin'. He then whips out his gun and shakily says, "For your sake, I hope your boyfriend calls back real soon."
And now, chickens. Of course. Sucre's come back from his cherry-picking mission, and right as he heads into the house, he notices something's up -- there's nobody there. Sucre goes through the empty rooms, calling names ... and then turns around to see that Bellick's sticking a taser in his face. Well, at least it wasn't a chair to the head like T-Bag got. We learn that the ladies are out picking apples, and if Sucre wants to make sure neither one of them ends up on the business end of a taser, he should come with Bellick.
We cut to Linc, who's just gotten a phone call. He opens the phone and Madame Evil says, in her precise and curdled diction, "Lincoln Burrows?" "Caroline Reynolds," he replies. We cut to Madame Evil, who takes a deep breath before saying, "I understand you have something for me." There's a long pause. Madame Evil asks if Linc's there, and he snarls, "I'm here. It's good to finally talk to you. I wish I had the chance one of those 242 nights I spent on death row." Reynolds is all, "I really didn't call to ask how you were. Just play the tape." Let's all listen to the tape together:
Madame Evil: It's awful, I know. But the choice was clear. You needed to be far away from all this.