Episode Report Card Sobell: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT "You're a Waste of My Fries"
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 17 | Aired on 04.09.2006
Linc quickly hops on the party line and begins chatting up Michael, but he's not in a chatty mood right now. Linc screams for a CO to check out his brother, and although the CO seems a little put out, he does check through the little cubbyhole at the bottom. He does a quick check, but doesn't like what he sees.
Meanwhile, on the outside…Nick has finally tracked down an electronics store that sells the kind of charger Quinn's phone took. He and Veronica take off. Nick had instructed LJ to keep ridin' the couch while the grownups were gone, but telling LJ what to do is nothing if not an exercise in futility, so the minute the door closes, LJ's hitting a search engine to find "O. Kravecki." It's not hard: the guy lives at 226 High Point Blvd., Chicago, IL. LJ calls the number listed with the address and we see a phone wrapped in cellophane. The machine kicks on, and the message is pretty boilerplate -- except that the guy speaking it is Kellerman. We realize that the same time LJ does. LJ hangs up the phone and he's like, "Jackpot!"
Back in prison, Dr. Sara comes in to have a look at Michael. He's painted some of the prison blueprints on the wall in his own blood, and now he's sitting on the floor, hunched over with his bloody hands curled up like anemones. Dr. Sara sits down and very gently warns him he's going to feel her hand on his wrist. He's still hunched over, and it could be a trick of the light, but it looks like there's a little bit of male-pattern baldness going on. Good choice to keep the hair short! It's less noticeable that way. Dr. Sara takes in the wall, then checks out Michael's eyes. She then checks out his hand. Michael puts his head and her lap and begins drooling gently. Dr. Sara sighs -- no doubt thinking that this will permanently ruin any other fantasies involving scenarios in which Michael drools all over her thighs -- then assures Michael he'll be okay.
Tweener's working outside the next day, eavesdropping on the remaining members of Team Escarpara as they all talk about how they hope Sucre had enough time to fix the floor. The carpet company's van rolls up, and I am wondering whose bright idea it was to paint "Munsch's Carpets" on the door.
Meanwhile, on the outside…Kellerman is busy throwing a hissyfit to Madame Vice President and Mistress of Evil. He says, "I thought we picked Burrows off the street because he was some lowlife who couldn't defend himself. Now I learn it's all about his father's some old spook that the company's trying to settle a score with?" Madame Evil says, "Fortunately for us, the company's agenda and our agenda have the same endgame." That's not cool with Kellerman. He says, "I've been doing this for 15 years, and it's never been about anything other than you, your family, and most importantly, this country. Now I need to know who I'm working for here." Madame Evil looks like she'd rather be talking to anyone else -- up to and including Lincoln Burrows -- rather than answer that. She says, "You're working for me." Kellerman says softly, "Promise me that." Oh, Kellerman, I'd promise you anything. And evidently, so will Madame Evil. The difference between us is that Madame Evil makes that promise under Brinker's watchful eye, so now it's all circles-within-circles-within-circles. Kellerman clicks off his phone and thinks, "It used to be all about the conspiracy, baby. You've changed."