Episode Report Card Sobell: A | 2 USERS: A+ YOU GRADE IT He is a man of constant smirking
By Sobell | Season 1 | Episode 1 | Aired on 08.28.2005
Meanwhile, back on the outside...Agents Hale and Kellerman have shown up at Bishop McMorrow's place. Suffice it to say that his diocese has done very well on the real estate front. The three of them decamp to a study done entirely in some sort of wood that, if it wasn't endangered at the start of the project, surely was by the end of it. Kellerman tries to put the squeeze on the bishop, and is not at all successful. McMorrow asks, "If the inmate appeals to me for intervention, how can I turn my back on him?" Kellerman says, "You have a habit of answering a question with a question." "And you have a way of asking questions that beg more questions," the bishop shoots back. I like him. He's toast. Don the red cassock, father -- you're going down. Kellerman's thuggish attempt at blackmail more or less confirms it.
Back at Green Acres, Abruzzi is using the pay phone (yes! Apparently, people who engineered things like a criminal mob that relied on communications between many people can use the phone any time they please!) -- anyway, Abruzzi's chatting with Maggio. The fat man's telling him that "someone's found Fibonacci. I'm looking at the photos right now." And this someone was an anonymous correspondent who included an origami swan.
Michael's drifted over to one of the grates, where the swan he had dropped in the infirmary has been blocked from drifting further by the magazine that he dropped earlier. Michael looks over and D.B. Cooper, a.k.a. Westmoreland, is surreptitiously checking him out. Westmoreland goes back to reading. Or to turning pages so the cat can read. Whichever -- it's all cool. Michael sits down near him and begins to make small talk. "Do I know you?" Westmoreland asks. "I talked to your wife, before she passed," Michael says. "You knew Marla?" Westmoreland said. "You mean Anne?" Michael replies. Westmoreland doesn't look up: "How'd you know her?" "I met her in Boston," Michael says. "East Farmington," Westmoreland says. "West Wilmington," Michael replies. Westmoreland looks over and smiles, "No more tests, I promise. Seems you know everything about me. Who are you?" Michael introduces himself, then nods at the cat and says, "How'd you get it in here?" Westmoreland pauses. Oh, hell hath no fury like the slighted cat owner. He explains, "First off, she's not an it. She's Marilyn, and she was grandfathered in, back from the days when prisoners were allowed a creature comfort or two." Marilyn's a cutie -- a docile little brown tabby cuddled up to Westmoreland's chest.
Anyway, Westmoreland denies he was D.B. Cooper, just in time for Abruzzi to come over and sneer, "What is this all about?" Michael makes his pitch: "What if you could get outside these walls. Don't you have the people in place to make sure you disappeared forever?" Abruzzi wants to know why Michael cares; Michael's not talking. Abruzzi wants to know where Fibonacci is. Michael tells him, "That's not the way it works." As Abruzzi walks off, his thugs stay behind. Michael warns him, "They come at me, John, I'm coming after you." Abruzzi doesn't think so. Neither do I, unless "I'm coming after you" is code for "I am about to get the snot pounded out of me while everyone cheers."